Subject 13 found itself in a bit of a dilemma. Its leader, Q-77 had just ordered a retreat, but had also commanded them to grab the Kat. It would normally assume that they should retreat first as that command took place first. But if Subject 13 were to retreat, and then bring the Kat, that would require that it retreat, come back, grab the Kat, and then retreat again. The sensible thing to do, Subject 13 decided, would be to grab the Kat, and then retreat as that would only require one trip. So, Subject 13 decided to do just that.
Subject 13 found itself in a second dilemma. As it snuck around the battle as swiftly as a large mechanical tree could, and as it turned to pick up the Kat, it realized at that moment that it had no idea how to pick up a small and possibly delicate ghost creature with only a club for an arm. Subject 13 tried prodding the Kat with its arm, but it didn't seem to stick. Subject 13 tried to scoop its arm underneath, but the arm was to thick and only succeeded in pushing the Kat a bit. Finally, it succeeded in balancing the Kat on top of its arm after pushing the Kat against a book shelf and wedging its wide arm underneath. With that, it shifted the Kat onto its shoulder holding the Kat in place, and began to follow its comrades.
Subject 13 lost sight of its team in the mass of bookshelves and aisles. It was at a loss for a second on what to do but then quickly ran through the paths the team had initially taken as well as the paths Subject 13 just took. It only took two more seconds before Subject 13 calculated a new path to take that would bring it to the exit in the least amount of time. And so it walked.
The Clockwork Renegades <[Final goodbye? :(]>
As I passed the decrepit shelves with equally decrepit books, I noticed that several monsters had made their home in the dark depths of the library. I saw a Jelly colony and a few Greavers hanging from the ceiling every now and then. Just then, the rail I was traveling on turned sharply and stopped. I clicked on my flashlight to inspect what the problem was, and I found that I had stumbled (or rather, hit) upon a Wolver den. A mother Wolver slinked outside while growling in the most threatening way a Wolver could growl. I slowly backed away, because an angry Wolver is a crazy Wolver. It pounced at me, mouth open wide ready to take a chunk out of me. It missed, thankfully, and I started backing up. The Wolver chased me for several minutes, until I steered into a passageway that was blocked halfway through. It noticed my predicament, and leaped at me, claws at the ready. I don't know what I did, but I closed my eyes and wished for it to go away. When I opened my eyes, the Wolver was on the ground, slowly disintegrating into shadowy particles that flew into the fireball in my head. I analyzed the orb's compound to see if anything bad happened to it, and I found that I could now utilize the magic of it to transform into a Wolver. I concentrated, and eventually my non-organic body had morphed into a natural, more verstaile form. I used broken mirror next to a nearby sconce to confirm my transformation, and it was real. I was a Wolver, but with the same body. Black fur, purple fireball on head, and dark purple lines traversing the length of my body. I turned away and picked up the scent of Vakros, the Gremlin mender that did most of the T.C.R.'s medical work. As my powerful legs helped me out of the old library and into the artificial sunlight of the Clockworks. And I saw my comrades, broken and beaten, I padded over to their side and helped them back to the manor.
((Ok, you can control my character about anything now, it just seems easier.))
((Sorry for not commenting, I didnt have internet connection :( ))
Defiler was very confused. The Trojan ordered his team retreat and just charged at him. He changed his left jelly arm into spiky battering ram and punched it at the Trojan's shield. It made a big dent but the Chimera miscalculated. He may have damaged the shield, but Rultaos' huge weight crushed the Defiler's whole body. As he was getting crushed, Defiler felt something that he hadn't felt for long time. Not pain, but excitement of fighting a strong enemy.
((You probably should have spoken with me before getting a power like that Litterbit. It doesn't seem to overpowered right now, but try to add some flaws like: "You quickly lose power when using it" or something similar. Just give it at least one flaw.
As for Faronel, I kind of fail to see why Vanaduke would let him join a "hostile" organization. Unless of course he thought that the slag guard would be a hindrance to T.C.R. rather than an asset. Or if he just wanted to see Hanaphs get K.I.A.
Moving on))
Rultaos' shield smashed straight into The Defiler as the latter attempted to push him back with a spiked, jelly battering ram. The counter-attack left a dent on his shield, but because of the speed at which Rultaos had ran, The Defiler could not muster enough force from a standing position to stop the charge. The chimera was pushed back by the force of the impact.
The 2 combatants smashed against a large bookshelf in the vast library, knocking it over along with several others as the falling furniture caused a domino effect. As Rultaos stepped back for another attack he sincerely hoped that none of his troops were still in the library. the Trojan lurched forward and attempted to stab his foe with his heavy sword. Since the torso of his foe was Trojan, he assumed that his weakness was also his crystal. He needed to find a way to get behind his formidable enemy and deliver a decisive strike upon the life-giving gem.
How he would be able to do it? Even he wasn't sure yet
((Windsickle, if you want, subject 13 could have been stuck inside the maze because of the domino bookshelves giving the team a reason to return. It might be more interesting than retreating straight back to the vault ;) . But it's your call))
Vakros awoke just in to see a hoof dropping towards him. He was just able to dodge out of the way of his near killer, but before he could even react he was smashed into a bookshelf and nearly crushed by the bulk of the Chimera. He wriggled out of the wreckage only to get slamed by one of the Chimera's appendages. "This has not turned out to be a very good day." He thought to himself as he dove into a pile of books and paper to avoid be sliced in two by the Trojan's greatsword.
((I think that Vakros won't gain that morphing power, or at least won't know that he has it for awhile. A good flaw could be that Tallith can't remember what he truly is, and can only be brought out by seeing a Renegade or a Slush Puppy. Also, I'm going to be away for a couple days but I'll be back.))
Name: Elias; code name: “Flash Bang”
Race: phantom
Gender: male, but he doesn’t think that matters in death
Personality: timid in person, fierce on the battlefield. Quite intelligent, able to crack codes and fix machinery (considering he is an engineer). Not easy to make friends with even though he’s relatively nice for a dead guy. Even though he was mauled by wolvers, he still loves to stroke their soft coats and used to have 1 as a pet.
He is also rather cautious for someone who can't technically die (he can still feel pain and can become so badly damaged that he must retreat into himself to recover like other phantoms).
Appearance: unlike other phantoms (whose souls have gone to naught), he is blue
Equipment: as he is a ghost, he tends to cling to what he loved or used as he died.
1) He always keeps his modified triglav that he made to be small, but efficient. It has the same effects as a big 1, but much faster and only half as strong.
2) He also carries a kilowatt pulsar he swiped during a raid of an irontech gremlin outpost. Once he was done with his research of it, he upgraded it with a plasma cell to work as an effective tool and powerful weapon, working as a taser or long range sniper.
Skills: a ranger of sorts. He works as a general support and recon agent. Can phase out of visibility in an instant, but unfortunately he has that “fear of anyone watching” thing and can’t disappear when someone is. He is very strategic in times of trouble, shy in his off-time, and surprisingly intelligent-yet-fierce in battle. He makes a great tinker, as he used to be a Knight engineer, but couldn’t bear to confront his comrades after his horrible death by a hoard of once-tame rabid wolver cubs. He only became a Renegade because he did not agree with the virtues of the devilites that raised him from death, and had nowhere else to go.
Bio: once a leading researcher and scientist for the Spiral Knights, he worked with finding new sources of power to fuel the ship. He did many more things with his spare time, such as weaponsmithing and little a tinkering, like his sword and pulsar he always carries. About 2 years after their arrival, he went on a trip to a clockwork tunnel the knights had secured and turned into an attraction. As he was walking though, he heard some yipping sounds, so he followed them. He found a petting zoo where a Knight had tamed some of the young clockwork creatures and set them out for others to see. He starts by going to the little wolver cubs. They started out fine, but as they got more playful, they got more vicious, within minutes he discovered they had gone rabid, but it was too late. In a poisoned coma for weeks, his final breathe came the moment he awoke. His body was buried in one of the many haunted graveyards, and his soul rose the next night. He wished very much that he could return, but that would only strike fear into those he once loved. He has kept mostly to himself ever since.
Other fact 1): Flash bang is his poisoned form (mentioned below), which turns up as a result of that "animal in a corner" feeling. it is an evil form, and 1 that Elias cannot control. it scares him when his mind even SWAYS toward this form…
Other fact 2): although he is a ghost (and because he left his summoners shortly after being brought back to the land of life), he does not know many of a phantom’s secrets. He has not learned to fly or hover, and he hasn’t been able to cast curses on others. All he can figure out is that thinking of nothingness makes him invisible (though he can’t concentrate on nothingness when he’s thinking about someone watching); he is able to jump high by thinking of something light; remembering his dying struggle makes his fighting ability greater, but makes his personality as poisoned as his dying body was. Only the frost module on his belt can chill his tempered mood (it has a neural transmitter that detects his “poisoned soul form” that sets a timer to go off).
((made him recon so I wouldn’t have to worry about too much interaction with the others, thus i won't be able to control them without going WAY off topic, which I don’t do... just makes it easier for me, plus, i like recon stuff))
((azure may have said to not control characters or events, but in my case, manipulating my recovery form (like grabbing the orb when if "retreated into myself to recover" and taking it with you to get me out of the line of fire) and some-such events during this time (like you hear a whisper through it or something eerie as undead are known for) i'm ok with, i can easily come up with something to spin off it).))
Seal of the Rebellion... he’s being shy again and doesn’t want to say it… I’ll say it for him
:T.C.R
((Treaman, you are accepted. I'll let you decide on how you make an entrance, but allow me to give a couple of suggestions.
You can either be separated from the group, or be part of it. If you want, you can be a scout sent by a high ranking member of T.C.R. to follow us and ensure our safety or keep the employer updated with our findings and progress. Being part of the group is self-explanatory. Like I said, I'll let you decide so feel free to begin posting))
((Yes, there are going to be two flaws (one minor, one major) with Tallith's transformation ability. Also, sorry if this chapter is short-ish))
I was walking back to the manor when I scented a very appealing scent. Snipe.
"Oh no...", I said to myself as I recognized the captured Wolver's hunting instincts kicking in. I couldn't resist it; I was after that snipe in seconds. I tried to regain control of my body, but the chase was too thriling. I skidded to a stop to avoid smashing my head into a tree, and saw a snipe nest up there. I licked my lips at the thought of it. I started trying to climb up the tree, and only managed to scrabble to the lowest branch. I took a moment to rest before returning to my quest ((hey, that rhymes!)), when I felt something clicking inside me.
"Ah crap", I thought to myself. I fell off the branch and hit the ground with a metallic clang. I felt my construct processes kicking in and realized the sad, sad truth of the transformation: it was only temporary. But there were more pressing issues right now. I was on my side on the ground and couldn't get up, and then I concluded that I would be at this spot for a long, long time.
((Those are the flaws, I probably should add some more depending on the current transformation))
Cold... even for a no-pulse dead man, it was extremely cold here. The phantom had been walking his ethereal toes off ever since he had escaped those vile devilites. Even as their summon, he would have no master like those power-hungry little ticks. No... no, he was his own self. Cold... as he walked through the cooling chamber, it only got colder and colder. How could a ghost feel so much in this world ANYWAY. out of sheer curiosity (or blunt stupidity) he drew out the modified pulsar he had made a year before his death and set it to taser mode. *ZAAP* 0.o ... ooooowwwww -.- . apparently ghosts, unlike how all the other knights knew them, could feel every ounce of pain that anything else would. He was now utterly lost, but at least he had escaped his so-called masters... or so he thought.
A sudden noise from a cooling fan startles him and he flips around, the devilites were making their move. dozens of them crawled out of the shaft, accompanied by some fiendish friends, a few greavers he had seen at the summoning ritual. hesitantly he drew his sword, a triglav he had taken bits and pieces out of to make it smaller, more maneuverable, and fast, though he knew it would not be much help. He wished he could fly away and escape them all, but the fiends had not informed him of this, and said they wouldn't until many of their terrible uses for him were complete. Not wishing to lose his soul to them, he had left them before many of a phantom's secrets were revealed. An idea flashed into his head: there was a move he had tried, but could never get enough force to make it work... it was a long shot, but his only 1. "light as a feather... come on, concentrate," he thought to himself frantically. if there was 1 thing he HAD figured out on his own, it was that his emotions and thoughts allowed him to do many more feats.
heaving an exasperated sigh, he hurls himself into the air, triglav raised high above his head, "heavy now," he stammered. plummeting to the earth like a bullet, he brings his sword straight down, plunging it deep into the ground... "Did it work?"
The whole tunnel began to shake, starting as a slight quiver, but soon it was bobbing and dipping into hills until ice-topped mountains of steel framework shot up from the ground. This didn't look good, even for him, for his own feet were being swept out from under him, only to replace themselves hard onto the ground as it dipped once more. "This is bad," he cringed, the pain was unbearable "i dont know how much longer ill hold out." at that moment, his own area of platform shot up into yet another mountain, "OOMPH."
the blast sent him flying through the eternal space of the clockworks, he passed by many places, the paradise-like areas of aurora isles, the morbid areas of his resurrection like blight boulevard and graveyards. He passed in and out of consciousness over the next several minutes, until he finally smashed into a gremalkin, piercing right through it because of the speed of his decent, and plowed into a bookshelf lit by a small blue light. Seriously injured, he had no choice but to retreat into the void of his mind to recover.
2 days later... He remembered little of what had happened, only the smash of his sword into the ground.... nothing.... and then the flash of a mountain as it blasted his face. He opens his eyes, only to shut them tightly again in the bright light of a treasure vault. A ragtag group of all forms of creatures were gathered around the cage he was in, "what happened...?" he stood up wearily and shook himself to his senses. he flashed around frantically, this was neither fiend infested-clockworks OR gremalkin-sullied libraries. Was it worse, was he in danger again? A trojan approached the cage, "Moorcraft... found you a LONG way from any graveyards. I didn't even know phantoms could LEAVE their grave sites," he boomed.
"Thing is..." he relays his tale to the group, and explains that he knows the reason for being blue instead of red: because red phantoms are those that have lost their former selves, but he escaped on his own free will, unwilling to become the monster the devilites had intended him to be.
"So, if i open this cage now, what will you do?" the trojan inquired.
"I'd ask who you are and where I am..."
"You are in the hands of the Clockwork Renegades, I am Rultaos."
"The names Elias... and i got nowhere to go anyway... mind if i were to, ih... join you?"
Rultaos explodes in laughter, "join us? if you've got enough power to send yourself flying like that, heck, we'd practically be joining YOU."
" :? ...that was just a lucky break, only happened cuz i was dead, um, a ghost... and the whole 'fight-or-flight' response. I couldn't even get a quiver from the ground when i was alive... worked too good anyway. I'd rather do stuff with minimal fighting anyway, like scouting or something."
"If that's what you want, your fine to do it."
~Hmm... i guess even in death, there can be life. Maybe death is just a new beginning~ thought Elias to himself.
((if you didn't catch it, he lands in the same place as Fridge and the others. made his regeneration time long so that anywhere i get behind, i can just make him wake after the events, so he wakes up 2 days later, giving the renegades plenty of time to finish work in Moorcraft. also basically suggested that maybe Rultaos curiosity could bring out a milder side of him, if that's ok with you Azure))
((@Littlerbit: I'm assuming that the the transformation process also has a cooldown time? If not, Tallith could probably just transform again and walk off. Still, the ability being temporary is a decent weakness compounded with being forced to follow whatever instincts the creature may have.
@Treaman: I don't think Azure would like you taking control of his character like that, but I think this one might be okay seeing as you didn't do much and you are new to this RP. Glad to have you aboard! You have a good writing style and I look forward to seeing more from you. Still, I would like to see Azure's thoughts on this.
Alright, on with my part of the story))
Reluctantly, Q-77 and his team retreated out of the library, and came back onto the main room of the manor. Some back-up teams had already arrived from the Renagade headquarters, and they started to receive the retreating members of Q-77's squad, quickly ushering them towards the awaiting elevators. A Pit Boss holding a Mug of Misery was checking off the members of Q-77's team.
"Wait... it seems like there are a couple Renagades still unaccounted for!" He barked sharply. Looking through his memory banks quickly, Q-77 realized that both Test Subject 13 and Tallith weren't there! What was especially worrying was the fact that Test Subject 13 was the one who was transporting Konjuring Kat!
"Find them quickly!" The Pit Boss ordered while a nearby Devilite refilled his near-empty cup. "We can't leave anyone behind, not when we have a situation like this!"
Q-77 rushed back into the dusty tunnels to find his missing comrades. He hoped that no harm had come to either of them.
As he ran through the dark corridors though, he seemed to have gotten lost. As he was trying to remember where he had last been, he tripped over something lying on the ground. Why, it was Tallith the strangely purple Slush Puppy! For some reason, he was detached from his rail and was lying helpless on the ground. Seeing the Puppy in a predicament, Q-77 heaved Tallith over his shoulder, and proceeded to look for the still missing Test Subject 13.
Still... holding the Gun Puppy felt weird, like something wasn't quite right. Ignoring the strange sensation he was feeling, Q-77 continued down the passage.
.....
Meanwhile, back at the manor itself, the Pit Boss nodded approvingly to the little Devilite that had refilled his cup. "Ahhh... this is a great batch of coffee; dark with a hint of Phearium, just the way I like it!" the Pit Boss sighed in contentment. "It looks like someone is getting a PRRRROMOTION!"
The little Devilite instantly transformed into a green Yesman, saluted, and happily skipped off to do its boss' bidding.
((Haha, felt like adding a little extra scene afterward))
((Well, you see, Azure, Lord Vanaduke wasn't really listening at all. Sorry for not being clear.))
The now yellow slag guard scratched his head in confusion as he stood infront of the Throne room's gate thinking of a way to get past it without Vanaduke noticing him. Many ideas came to his mind, but common sense followed soon after.
Eventually, he saw a Knight in a Vog cub coat and cap with an Owlet shield and a Leviathan blade run up the stairs. "This could be my chance!" He thought. He quickly realized the knight might attack. He hid himself in the corner behind his shield, hoping he would overlook Hanaphs. Surely enough, he did "He must be stranded..." He thought to himself. "How did I not see on the way here!? ... I probably shouldn't make sense of it..."
The knight opened the gate, then soon enough Vanaduke and him were locked in combat. Hanaphs slowly manuverd around the two to the gate. He opened it, went through, then closed it. he walked past Vanaduke's treasure and finally made it to the working elevator. Before leaving, he watched the fight just in case Vanaduke got into any trouble. Soon, the knight ran off with his life. Hanaphs chuckled a bit and turned to the elevator and pressed the button leading to the empty treasure vault of the Clockwork Regenades.
Many stratums passed until the elevator stopped at the treasure vault. There, he saw much less people than usual. "Of course I missed it..." He mumbled to himself in a purple color being mad at himself and dissapointed at missing it. He walked over to a devlite to ask about the meeting. Supprisingly, he said almost everything word-for-word! Hanaphs layed down with his spear and shield next to him and waited for the return of everyone else. "The Defiler, huh? Something about him just seems so sad..." He thought to himself.
Snarp was cautiously inching away from the group. It had seen a strange purple flash in the distance. The inquisitive Quicksilver followed its direction to a hallway with a few notches in the sides. Suddenly, four Howlitzers appeared in the notches and opened fire. Snarp quickly electrified itself and rammed its way through the undead turrets, leaving their heads to fly into the infinite reaches of the Clockworks.((fun fact: my first entry would've been a Howlitzer, but I changed my mind)) Snarp then came to a dead end. The path was sealed by a door. A padlocked door. Snarp tried ramming it, shooting it with spikes, and electrified tackles, but got nowhere. Snarp drearily returned to the group, though pausing for a moment to collect and absorb some bones from the Howlitzer remains. They made a good alternative source of calcium. Yum.
((P.S. I have acquired a tablet. Now I can post on the go! Beware!))
As Q-77 picked me up and flung me over his shoulder, I was wondering, why couldn't I transform again? So, I tried to transform into a Wolver again, but I couldn't find the .mag entry in my fireball's codex. Basically, in a nutshell, the transformations needed a host. A host meaning I could transform into anything I want, as long as it's there in front of me. I decided I would try it later after we returned to the manor.
-Back at the Manor-
Now that we had returned, I was free to explore the surrounding area. I drove along the rails under the manor, until I got the the overgrown part of the library again. There I saw a Greaver, who I tried to absorb. I concentrated, but nothing happened except a clicking sound. I analyzed my system, and found that the previous transformation had left me with little power. So I left the Greaver alone. I wondered to myself as I rolled along the rail, why was I like this? Why can't I just be a normal Slush Puppy, with blue insignias instead of dark purple ones? Was there a cure to my mysterious condition? I would devote myself to finding that cure, so I could be free from these terrible yet awesome powers.
Vakros was coming to when was flung to the side. He quickly sat up and watched the two mammoths fight each other. He had a past with The Defilier that he'd rather not talk about. ((See Spiralstory for the details)) Just then he noticed a crystal. The crystal. Rultaos must of had it when he came to save Q-77. If that got into The Defilier's hands, Vakros couldn't even think about it. He heard a rustle behind him, and swung around it meet his attacker. It was only Q-77. "Why are you here?" He asked him.
"Picking up stragglers, you want to help?"
"Who's left?"
"Only Subject 13, but he has the Konjuring Kat."
Vakros hesitated to walk away from his friend like that, but he knew he had more important things to do.
"Okay, I'll come, I need to talk with Tallith anyways."
They troted off into the dusty halls of the manor library.
((Sorry that it was so short, I've been away/working on a fanfiction (see above) that ties into the Renegades. You guys should check it out. :D ))
Torx sat in his tent at the Treasure Vault meditating, as had become part of his daily routine to block out the Void. He was having trouble getting into the proper trance -- there were too many things troubling him. He needed to get some fresh air.
He stepped outside, his tent located on a small floating ridge a few yards away from the rest of the Renegades. Why couldn't he decipher the rest of the code telling where the other pieces of the Key were? Where did he know that Gremlin Mender from, oh, what was his name... Vakros, that's it. What could have gone so terribly wrong at the Manor that Rultaos wasn't back yet? And what was the deal with this strange abomination that he had been hearing about --
"No, no, no..." He shook his head, dismay falling over him like a shadow.
"If he got out, then that would mean that... The three got out too... Messenger! Bring me a direct link to the field squad IMMEDIATELY!" He barked at the nearest Renegade.
"R-R-Right away sir!" The messenger replied timidly before running off at full speed.
"Oh, I pray to the Core that I'm wrong, or the Crimson Order will be the least of our worries..."
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[At the Palace of the Great Colony]
Yes... it is nearly time to unleash the force that will be their undoing... Once you three are are fully enhanced -- Fear, Hatred, Death -- there will be havoc unlike any the world has ever seen... And when the surface lies in ruins, WE will cleanse it of its... impurities.
For the three are ready.
The palace shook with the echoing, haunted laughter of the Darkness that has taken over the Colony.
((I might be steering the story a little too much, if I am jyst tell me and I will back off a little bit.))
((Like what Za-ck said, you took control of my character a little too much Treaman. His personality even seemed to change :/ . Try not to let it happen again. Also, I'm confused as to when you made your entrance, before or after the Moorcroft expedition (I just realized that it was spelled Moorcroft all along and not Moorcraft >.<). Just clear that up and you should be fine. You can let the conversation between our characters happen, but not the dialogue
Also, Necroterra. The story is fine, it's wayyy better than what I originally had in mind.
I'm going to offer you, Necroterra and Za-ck, RP moderator status. Tell me if you accept. Basically, you will have the power to control player events, story events, and to accept or deny applications. Just keep the RP running If I'm being to slow in doing so. I have trust in you guys :)
Just waiting for Dyrus to post his counter-attack. He seems to be having internet problems as of late though. By the way, is Lordofnecromancers going to continue RPing? He hasn't posted a reason for his absence or even messaged me in-game))
((Thank you for that Azure, but could you clear up one thing: when you said 'you,' did you men me and Zack or did you mean someone else, Me, and Zack? Kind of a stupid question, but it is important enough that I wanted to get it clear right away.))
((I accept my position as moderator as well, although I am not exactly sure how to continue my part of the story yet. I'll try my best! :D ))
((Yes, the you is you Necroterra. That sounded wrong XD. Also, you guys aren't obliged to continue the story. Just keep it going if you think the thread's going too slowly. I'll also trust your judgement in accepting or denying applications))
((I will be unable to post until the week after next due to examinations closing in. I will try to post whenever possible but I need to focus on studies for now. I'll let the mods handle the roleplay for now. either them or Dyrus can control my character. I know it's supposed to end with him taking the crystal, but please let him put up a fight and live to tell the tale XD.
See you guys in a week or so))
Hi! I'm new here on the forums, and, uh, I was wondering if I could create a spiral knight/spirilian/whatever they're called character that helps the clockwork renegades because he knows about them (you did say knights of the spiral order did). So yeah. Just wondering. Inform me. THanks.
((@Shelrok
If you write a well thought-out application, then we'll definitely consider! Also, from now on, put all story-unrelated comments in double parentheses. However, you will have to be careful about this, because very select members of the Spiral Order know about the movement. Give it a try, and let's see what you got. Read the rules carefully and be creative!))
((I know that Azure said no Spiral Knights, but if you give him some sort of twist, then it should be ok. You guys can post too, just cuz Azure isn't here doesn't mean the whole thread has to shut down. The only other reason if all your guys' scroll wheels broke at once and the thread had migrated down out of your reach... but I very slightly doubt that.))
Thank you very much for you help guys!
((You guys, does anyone know where Dyrus went, cuz he hasn't posted since the day after Christmas, and if he and Rultoas don't finish fighting, then we all can't really do anything. So I was thinking that one of you guys could wrap that whole thing up. Also, my scroll wheel did in fact break. :D Seriously. If the fight does in fact end than I can't wait until whatever Necroterra has planned.))
If Subject 13's memory served correct, it calculated that it had nearly 15% of its route left to walk. Subject 13 came to a halt as nearly all the bookshelves in sight toppled over in a series of crashes blocking many paths. Crash. Crash. Tipping, tipping, crash. Books, scrolls scattered on the floor. Lamps knocked down, lighting the surroundings with purple fire. Subject 13 just stood for several minutes as it took this new information in and tried to process what had just happened. Something must have knocked over a bookshelf, and due to the complex systematic positions of each bookshelf, they had continued to knock each other down leading to the blocking of Subject 13's path and the new, less-organized, less-systematic labyrinth Subject 13 found itself in. A few simple Smashes of Subject 13's arm would solve this problem quickly, but it realized that it stood in a potentially ancient and important library full of delicate and information-rich objects that could easily be lost due to Subject 13's arm's tendency to light stricken objects on Fire. The library could burn itself down anyway, but there was little sense in hastening the process. Additionally, the small, precariously-balanced Kat could also fall off of Subject 13 if it were to swing its arm and much time would be lost in repositioning the Kat after every Smash. Quite a distressing predicament. Subject 13 was lost. Lost. Los- *TRACKING DEVICE ACTIVATED* Something clicked within Subject 13. After a few more minutes' contemplation, Subject 13 decided to use all of its remaining energy to slowly climb and walk through the mass of fallen bookshelves. Difficult as it was with such relatively short leg, no hands, and a Kat held on top, Subject 13 began to make slow, but steady progress...
Q-77 scanned high and low for the missing Test Subject 13. Vakros, the strangely colored Mender gremlin was also walking along, keeping a keen eye out for their missing friend. They came across a room littered with toppled bookshelves, with books strewn everywhere as far as his optic sensor could see. Test Subject 13 had to be somewhere around here, they had already checked most of the more likely areas. "Let's try to find him as quickly as we can" said Q-77 to Vakros. Rultoas and that monster are still fighting, and there is no telling what could happen next. They entered the room, and began climbing the large stacks of bookshelves, keeping a sharp lookout for the wayward Lumber.
((If Dyrus does not post soon, I'll take control of the fight I suppose, just to move things along.))
((it may seem like i haven't been on in a while, but iv'e been checking this often... waiting for the next part of the plot... you know, cuz while you guys are in moorcraft, i'm still technically unconscious in the plot line. never done an rp before, so i never would have guessed it'd be this long.
a random off-topic sidenote at necro, even with a broken scroll bar, the up, down, tab, and shift+tab can get you anywhere on the web... just saying :P))
((This RP is getting pretty complicating, and I think I should clear up a few things (by making it more complicated, of course!) also, @treaman, i know i was JK XD
First, and I should have said this a LONG time ago, I was hoping you would all understand this, but just in case .... Void = shadow lair swarm. That is what I meant. The monsters are called 'void' whatever, so I called it that instead. I hope that's not going to throw anyone off too much, but it should act exactly the same.
Second, I am announcing that my first "real" Fan Fiction story will be coming soon, which I will slowly use to reveal the back-back-back story of this story. I highly suggest that you try to keep up with it, or else I might start making jumps that you wont get. SO, consider it a part of this RP, just moved for space.
Third, when Azure gets back,
VVVVVV HEY AZURE LOOK HERE VVVVVV
I suggest that you put the link to the Spiral Story Fanfic by Isisdelltion and my upcoming fanfic in the first post.
^^^^^^ HEY AZURE LOOK HERE ^^^^^^
))
Um, is this still accepting?
((Yes indeed we are still accepting. Please submit an application as stated in the first post and we'll take a look :)
Looks like I will have to take control of the fight that is still going on... Necroterra, if you have any input for what the fight should be like, mail me in-game okay?))
((Managed to get some free time so I'll try to address you guys as much as possible
@Shelrock: I may or may not accept a Spiral knight character, but if you make him unique and creative then I would be happy to have him in the story. Think up an application and post it here :)
@Treaman: Roleplays tend to go longer than stories because of the amount of people trying to keep up (including me XD). You can "passive roleplay" if you want. Basically you can roleplay your character without affecting the other characters because you're not in the same location. These posts tend to be longer because of the lack of constraint.
@Necroterra: Done and done. Spiralstory link is now in the OP. When your story is posted I'll add a link to it :)
@Frostrex: Yes, it is, but I may soon have to stop accepting. When we get too much people, things will go slower. I'm still on the look out for new characters though. Post an app and (if I'm not online at the time) Za-ck or Necroterra will accept or deny you.
Last update: I will remove Xairathan and Lordofnecromancers if they still have not posted or given a reason for absence when my examinations are over. Xplad also hasn't posted in a while, nor has his team in any way reacted to my character's call and began heading for the ruined library.
Gotta go now. Happy New Year guys :D ))
((Just wanted to let you guys know that my new fan fiction is now out, and hopefully Azure will put a link to it in the description, I know it doesn't seem related, but it will be, dont worry.))
Torx, upon learning of the threat of The Three, had immediately began searching through the ancient Texts for an answer to his pleas. He has started recording an ongoing translation here: The Games
Whoa! Haven't posted in a while! THank GOD I managed to finally get on the computer that day Azure announces I might be kickced.
Srry for not posting in a while. School's been tough on me, and I haven't been able to get a hold on the computer for a loooooooooooong time (due to school and Shadow hogging it. Oh, wait, you don't know who Shadow is. He's my bro, and fellow SK.).
Try to expect a new update soon. Srry for not posting earlier. -_-
Scourge was bored. He had been sitting in that tent for hours, days even. His wings didn't hurt anymore, and he could now fly again, although unsteadily and not very high. He hadn't gone out of his tent once, except to stick his head out and get some fresh air. There weren't many Renegades left in the camp. He wondered where they had gone.
Suddenly, he heard a thump from outside the tent. He heard a short cry, then saw a flash iluminate the tent walls. He assumed it was some other Renegades carrying some explosive around that had just exploded, until he realized that no sane Renegade would bring some exploding device into their meeting zone, and then heard some Gremlin chatter (LOL, forum reference).
"Snish gransfsh asoich frerinch!"
"Blirn spadgh drogda fsioaf rinages!"
Scourge, not being a Gremlin, understood none of this. However, he thought that one of those words seemed familiar.
"Rinages... That sounds awfully like Renegades..."
Scourge slowly fluttered toward the tent exit. He peered outside, and say all the Renegades in sight slumped to the ground, knocked out. A large, round flashing orb was lying in the ground hear his tent. "That must have knocked them all out somehow..."
Scourge suddenly heard a Gremlin yell. "Rishkna eltrigh! Grava niagissh oldoaro!" He turned and saw a troop of 4 gremlins running toward him.
"Aw, crud, they spotted me." Scourge thought as he tried to fly to safety. But the Gremlins got to him first, and grasped his wings rather tightly, almost breaking them again. Scourge retaliated, and shot a blast of shock powder in the Gremlins faces. They shrieked and fell to the ground, writhing as energy coursed through their bodies. He heard more yells, and saw more Gremlins coming. Taking advantage of his guards' distress, Scourge quickly shot into the air, just in time to narrowly miss a pack of bombs a Gremlin Demo had thrown.
As Scourge flew into the sky to who-knows-where, he looked down at the Treasure Vault. Gremlins were everywhere, although he couldn't tell what they were doing. It seemed 3 of them were having a fight over him escaping.
"I must go warn the others..." Scourge thought. "The problem is... where are they?"
Name: Corpser
Race: Phantom
Gender: Male
Personality: Is generally dark because of how he ended up as a Phantom, but can have a small laugh every once in a while
Appearance: Instead of having an aura of purple, it is a dark, evil red
Equipment: He wears black tainted Cobalt Armour and helm and wields a Cutter and defends himself with a Great Defender
Skills: Can walk through walls and can teleport short ranges, but when defeated, he can't really do anything...
Biography: Corpser was originally a Knight, surprisingly, but how he ended up like this is a twisted story. He was out in the Graveyards with some friends when they were swarmed by Zombies and Phantoms. He was quickly defeated and his "friends" could have easily revived him but they went on ahead, trying to get to the Party Button. But he expired before then and was lost to them. He followed them and heard them say things. Horrible things. He realised they did it on purpose. He soon lost his real name and replaced it with Corpser. He vanquished any and all Knights that ventured to his Graveyard. But he never saw those Knights that left him ever again...
Additional facts: He despises Knights and the Renegades(Yes, I wanna be a Villian) because they want to help the Knights. He wants them dead.
The Seal of Rebellion:TCR
((I do not see any problems with that application, Frostrex. Unless I miss something and Zack or Azure points it out, I would like to have you in the RP. Except for this: Elias is already a blue phantom, so maybe you should pick a different color; it doesn't really matter, just saying. I can already see the fight between Corpser and Elias!))
((since i am unconscious, and dont see anything happening soon, i was thinking about a way to involve myself... im pretty sure ur gonna like this.))
((and necro, i didnt even have to see ur post to be thinking the same thing XD arch rivalry 101))
*all speech is in a voice echoed and seemingly far away*
a large rock lies on the snowy ground of a slime infested dwelling, fire is all around it. "That meteor... im sure i've seen that before, ive already passed that dumb thing a dozen times already. guess it wouldn't hurt to check it out" as he approaches the rock, a sudden flash erupts across the landscape, and when he finally regains his sight, he finds himself in front of a great sword wedged into the soft soil of his new surroundings. on the sword was inscribed:
'Void is only what you make it to be.
Nothingness is relevant.
To see the void, well, whats to see?
Only creature lost of merriment.
Follow the path of dark and light,
Though trial falls on those who do,
To find a place where life is bright;
A place where wishes do come true.'
"to see a void? but... a void IS nothingness, so how is a void supposed to be an unhappy creature?" another sudden flash, total blackness envelopes him. "oh yea... that makes sense..." a wolver's image flashes by, and even with a short glimpse, he could tell it was not like any other: black, purple glowing eyes, and matted fur, a hideous distortion of the prideful, well-groomed wolvers of the clockworks. a number of other creatures flash through, wielding the same sinister aura. a flash, another phantom stands before him. he jumps back in surprise, but the other doesnt seem to be aware of him. another flash, a raggedy looking gremlin slumps disinterestedly behind a large trojan. there are both glancing at him from behind cage bars.
"what is going on? what is wrong with me?... those devilites... yea, i remember now. shouldnt i be dead after an impact like that?... no. im already dead. yea... well look on the bright side Elias, now you can get a FIRST-HAND LOOK at how phantoms dont die... *sigh* id almost forgotten that... void, only a creature lost of merriment. hmm. i guess if im gonna be like this a while, flashing here and there, i oughta see if i can flash into some answers."
he cocks his head back in wonder, and waits for the ponderable views of his next undetermined destination. flash.
Quest for answers... to be continued (maybe with the inquisition of Torx)
((considering ghosts probably wouldnt exist in the same realms as the living, i thought, 'HEY, why not take some of the limiters on time and space away,' though this would only occur in his recovery form. you could think of it as a kind of ethereal premonition.))
((and yes, i did use some scenario rooms. the meteor being a strike of disaster soon to come, the sword referencing answers already being sought out by Torx (and the place where life is bright being the Sanctuary)))
"ACK! WHAT'S WITH ALL THE GRIMLINS?!" Hanaphs yelled as he wildly thrust his spear just about everywhere. He was a reddish- orange color: Suprised, confused, and angry at the suddenly hostile grimlins. He was doing a fine job at keeping grimlins and projectiles away with his random thrusting while standing in the corner. He saw everyone knocked out, and a weird flashy-orb-thingy. "C'mon! Is anyone awake!?" Hanaphs asked loudly. He spotted a Greaver flying in the air. He yelled to it, Hey! Are you getting help!? HURRY!!!"
((Yay. Colored emotions. Makes it hard to hide stuff from his friends ;D Also, I assume there are more than 4 Grimlins because the treasure vault is a large area, and you saw only a part of it.))
Vakros ran through the twisting bookshelves of Moorcraft's library with Fridge, who was eying him strangely. He looked up and snaped, "What is it? Have you never seen a, a... um, soul corrupted Gremlin?"
"Well um, no, I haven't." the Mechaknight replied, "Also, you're glowing, like stronger than before."
Vakros looked at himself and noticed this was true. They suddenly came around a corner and ran head first into the lumber they were looking for.
"Whoa!" Vakros yelled when he saw what was behind them. The whole place was burning up before their eyes.
Vakros caught sight of a near collapsed colum holding up half the ceiling. "Get down!" he shouted before he heard a huge crash.
The roof had caved. On top of them.
((There. Changed it.))
((Updated the OP with "The Games" link and added Frostrex to the villains. It also looks like Dyrus isn't posting anymore so if he doesn't say something soon then we will have to remove him from the roleplay. We can't just make a big character like that disappear though. Make him die by some means if he remains inactive. I'll leave the method of elimination to Za-ck and Necroterra. I'm still busy as of late))
((Thanks for adding me. Now, All I need is for someone to come up with a way to implement me into the story.))
((Forgot to mention...
Who gave Lordofnecromancers the authority to create a story event? Because I certainly don't remember doing so. Unless of course you were given the opportunity by one of the mods. If you messaged me in-game about it then sorry because I haven't been checking the inbox lately. If you did then at least wait for a reply before implementing it.
I just don't feel very comfortable with our base of operations getting overrun this early))
((Seriously, how am I gonna enter?))
Try begining with something like.... You're wandering through the graveyard. Or something.
((Try begining with something like.... You're wandering through the graveyard. Or something.))
((Also, should I change my post if Lordofthenecromancers isn't given permission?))
((Edit: What just happened? How did I double post? Sorry!))
((If Dyrus is to die, I suggest that he is crushed under the roof like Za-ck, Windsickle and I))
OUCH! Oh that was painful. There was a support beam that had landed right on his back. The Lumber next to him started to left it off, but the pain only intensified. Oh, his back! He moaned slightly, then wondered, what if he'd never be able to walk again? He definiatly wouldn't for away. ((Sorry for the short post and the tragic insident, I'm going away for awhile :D ))
A post from a few days ago said you were still looking for new characters, so here's mine ... not sure if you need this kind of character or not. It's a little hard to tell the entire party makeup without searching for all the apps.
Name: Bettit
Race: Gremlin (Tenderfoot-style Demo; resident of Emberlight)
Gender: Female
Personality: Although Bettit is usually cheerful, she is awkward and self-conscious in social situations, preferring to stand away from the crowd to listen. Because she spends so much time listening, her rare contributions to the conversation are usually fairly insightful, even if the fact that she has spoken at all comes as a surprise to the group. She's incredibly confident in and dedicated to her work, though, and is extremely efficient when doing tasks she's done many times before. Learning or creating new things, however, usually sends her into a mad flurry of activity, not all of which is particularly productive.
Appearance: Bettit's appearance is as awkward as the rest of her: she's a bit small for a gremlin, and a little underweight, and the fur on her head tends to grow a just long enough to stick out at odd angles. Rather near-sighted, Bettit looks to be perpetually confused due to her squint, although it isn't as apparent when she's wearing her goggles. Bettit has a charming (by gremlin standards), lopsided grin when something appeals to her sense of humor. She wears a threadbare grey jacket with blue insignia, and her goggles have electric blue lenses. She sometimes also wears a grey cap on her head to cover her messy hair and throw a shadow over her eyes.
Equipment: Being small, Bettit isn't very strong and eschews armor in favor of just staying out of the way of danger. She carries a set of mechanic's tools and her bags of parts and bombs, although her bombs are usually more like grenades. The bags themselves are pretty scuffed, and look as though she's patched holes in them a few times already.
Skills: Even though she isn't very strong, Bettit is agile, limber, and quick on her feet, with a tendency to climb or crawl into inaccessible-looking places. She also has very nimble fingers, and enjoys tinkering with small mechanical objects or creating new bombs.
Biography: Bettit traveled to Emberlight with her parents as a young child, and has thus far led a rather unremarkable life. Her parents were the timid sort and tried to pass their extreme caution to their daughter, Bettit wasn't particularly satisfied with the materials available to their small means and began making short forays into the Clockwork for parts to tinker with or to add to the inventory of the family's shop. ((Edit 6 months later: Ha, this appears to be the "official" version of her background, as far as the other Emberlighters are concerned. XD))
Additional facts: Bettit has an intense dislike for temperature extremes, but thinks electric shock is trippy and hilarious (... but not enough so to risk injury being shocked on purpose). She is a little in awe of the Knights, and worries that Emberlight's position will become precarious when they're gone and the Crimson Order has little else to fight with. She also has a terrible sense of direction.
Suggestions: Nothing at the moment ... I've only read the first few and last few posts so far. Wanted to save the rest of the reading for if I was accepted.
Seal of the Rebellion: T.C.R.
As Vakros lay there, knocked out cold ((Could be a side effect of being infected)) , he had a mysterious dream. At first everything was dark and blurry, but he could still make out some shapes conversing. He could hear things like "void" and "infected". Then everything cleared and brightened. Five Gremlins sat, one older than Vise (now that’s saying something), three others around his age, and a young one. They were all like Tallith and he, stony gray with glowing purple runes. The old one looked proud and wise and was obviously the leader of the group. He started speaking to the young one, who looked inexperienced and confused. “Zaj, we know that the workers are being infected, but we still need to find the source of the Void.”
Another Gremlin with a mining helmet countered, “I don’t think you understand Ravas, I’m going to pull all of my people out of this godforsaken place if you don’t stop this madness. Gremlins are dieing!”
“The entire Gremlin race will be wiped out… all of Cradle will be infected if we don’t do something!”
Another Gremlin in full army gear joined the argument, “But we are all already infected!
Zaj spoke nervously, “But I thought that we weren’t really infected with the void…”
Ravas began again, “Do not worry Zaj, we are not infected, I think. It’s probably just because we’ve spent so much time near the Zos’vakish, you know, the crystal.
The one who hadn’t yet spoken rose and said, “Ravas, Zaj, Grav, Kirih, we all know that there is no chance that we will find a cure to this… ailment. So I have an idea to save the lands above, at the cost of almost nothing. We will just gate off this lands and hide them. Then we can all just travel back to our city an forget about this place forever.”
The others all agreed instantly, except for Ravas. “We just can’t postpone it, we have to stop it! Please, I need all of your help!” The others all turned and left, all but Zaj and Ravas. “Please, will you stay?”
Zaj looked sad as he said, “Sorry Ravas, but there’s nothing we can do.” Then he too left.
Ravas wondered how it came to this. He was too late.