The Darkwalkers (Sequel to Guilds and Gremlins) - Work In Progress - Apps Full!
Mi, 04/08/2015 - 08:59
Hey guys! The sequel shall be started soon, so I decided to make a thread.
Differences between original Cradle and my Cradle:
*1* There are no health capsules, but revives are possible. To be revived when dead, you must be hooked up to a machine similar to the type of machine used to jumpstart one's heart during a heart attack, but this must be done within twenty-four hours of death, unless they are cryogenically frozen. If the knight died from the loss of blood, lost limbs, or other gruesome deaths, this option will not be available, and the only way to save them is by use of magic, which only the great Owlites had.
*2* Haven is a sprawling metropolis on the light side of Cradle. The Auction House, Town Square, Arcade, and Garrison area will all be part of the industrial section, which is were the knights work and operate out of. There will be a full-scale armory in the Garrison, so all knights shall have free Spiral gear (Cobalt lines, including weapons). Other gear (Acherons, mist bombs, Chaos gear, Wolver gear, etc.) will be bought from special smiths in the Bazaar, where blacksmith knights make and sell weapons and armor. Lockdown and Blast Network will take place in a large arena similar to the Roman Coliseum. The maps will change by a giant robot that moves them from underground. The rest of Haven will be for the homes of both Stangers and civilian Spiral Knights.
*3* The Clockworks are a system of caves with a series of elevators going through them. The upper levels (Depth 3-13) will be inhabited by Gremlins and their Construct minions. The lower levels, (Depth 14-28) will be inhabited by the deadliest of undead and fiends. Many call it the Underworld, because of the devilish and dead inhabitants. Depth 1 and 2, the Surface Levels, and the surface of the planet itself, are inhabited by beasts, including Wolvers, Chromalisks, and Snarbolaxes. Rabies DOES spread through the packs, so some will be rabid, and there are certain shots carried by medics to cure the disease. Slimes will be found near volcanic vents on the surface.
*4* Another difference is that gear will work differently. Damage types will not affect different monsters differently. Weapons can be set to stun mode for Lockdown and Blast Network, and for capturing Gremlins or enemy Knights. Also, there will be NO costumes, because costumes like Chapeaus, Storm gear, and other things will count as armor, and I shall determine the strengths of various armors/costumes as the story goes on. Wings do not exist, but tails do!
*5* Guilds will work differently. There will be a few guilds, and war will be waged between them.
*6* Finally, I have one more difference. Spiral Knights will be humans, with normal hair, eyes (although glow eyes will still apply), and skin.
Alrighty! Time to explain my rolecasting. I want both "good-guy" Knights, "bad-guy" Knights, and the same for Gremlins. This is the format I expect.
Name:
Species:
Gender:
Age (optional, I might just set it if you don't want to):
Bio/History:
Personality:
Look (includes facial look, hair, eyes, which can be every personal color, armor, accessories, shield, and weapons):
And lastly... Anything else! (I will make no promises to keep them alive. Anyone may die at any time, and I'm more than willing to kill off a few characters, especially if I end up not liking them in the story :P):
All characters that survived the original will be present, and I will be accepting a few more for the sequel. Not too many though!
Mi, 04/08/2015 - 13:08
#2
@Feline-Grenadier
Just a couple of questions...
You said she is a Guildmaster, and took control of a guild, but could you provide a name for the guild? Also, is this guild with or against the Spiral Order? They could be on the side of the Darkwalkers, and remember, guilds are unofficial within the Spiral Order.
And, just a clarification, her right arm is still a nub, and not a full bionic arm, right?
Once those are answered, accepted!
And... If any of those questions were stupid, it's not because I am, I've just been terribly sick (couldn't even keep down water), so my brain is malfunctioning. D:
Mi, 04/08/2015 - 13:09
#3
Dang Double Post!
GMs please remove this, my Kindle was being dumb. D:
Mi, 04/08/2015 - 15:31
#4
Homestuck in 5 days!
Yoooooo
Since Aelston is still alive he's still gonna be here, so I've nothing to say on the matter of characters.
Just know that I eagerly await the first installment in like 1 and a half weeks.
Mi, 04/08/2015 - 19:29
#5
Well...
Her arm takes the fourth weapon slot in her possession, as she does from time to time use her nub alone to get a closer feeling to whatever machinery she needs to work with. In order to fit it on quickly, she had those locking panels nailed into her arm.
If I can use a fake guild, I'll just call it [[Sfozandosi]], Italian for "striving".
Think of it like a poacher doubling as a forest ranger. In order to survive, a poacher takes what s/he needs to. A responsible poacher will avoid overhunting, so as to preserve the stock for future hunts and poaches. An irresponsible poacher would just set the entire reserve alight, and shoot any and all the animals that escape to make a quick profit, but now there's nothing left to take.
While not necessarily in favor for and of the Spiral Order, Sfozandosi remains supposedly neutral in this conflict, as it has been before with many others. While it doesn't always live by the law, the end of all order brings about a lot of pain and vulnerability to most of the guild's "herd" aka the common people that they take from. Under Sophia's direction, the guild thinks like this even more than ever before. While she won't be working with the authorities any time soon (because she might as well be a wanted criminal by now), she definitely isn't going to side with a ragtag group of guilds that want to toss out the old system that's worked so well for so many others before.
That is, unless they can show how efficient they can really be. If Sophia's guild isn't coming out on top or able to coup that top off, then these sorts of deals are over.
Do, 04/09/2015 - 03:48
#6
Okay...
@Feline-Grenadier: Okay, that clears some things up. And yeah, she sounds kinda like a criminal, but technically, Mono and the Warriors of Old are criminals too.
@LoN: Probably about a week as of right now. I can write out the prologue with pencil and paper here in England, as I will lack WiFi for a few days, and therefore will have nothing better to do. But now that Xerxes is dead, I'll have to figure out a role for Aelston, so thanks for reminding me! And DANG IT! HTML is hard to use on a Kindle.
Do, 04/09/2015 - 05:59
#7
Query
((Dammit, it's hard to type while lying in bed and leaning over onto your bedside table. It took me six tries to spell "Query" right!))
Wait, did Dini die? I don't really remember....
Di, 04/14/2015 - 03:39
#8
@Saucce
Yes, Dini died when Kaval's staff was destroyed by Ryker. Feel free to submit another app, Feline did another, even though Ava is still alive.
@All: Just a little spoiler... I have big plans for Sophia and Sfozandosi. The main storyline has been outlined, so, as before, no storyline-changing apps!
Di, 04/14/2015 - 09:38
#9
Okay, I'll make use of this error...
@Feline-Grenadier: Did you mean "Sforzandosi"? Apparently, "Sfozandosi" isn't a word, but the other one is, and matches your definition.
Di, 04/14/2015 - 17:33
#10
I missed an R. Just. One. Letter.
I don't see how you can possibly mistake Sfozandosi as a separate word when it's just a misspelling of Sforzandosi.
Do, 04/16/2015 - 15:18
#11
@Feline-Grenadier
Well, yeah, it is a possible mistake. There is Sfozandosi (your typo), Sforzandosi (the real one), and Sforzando (a music term. sfz in music). There's a lot of possibilities!
Do, 04/16/2015 - 17:52
#12
Starting Early!
(OOC: @All: Hey guys! Time for a little news. I started a little early, as I had plenty of time in England to write with paper and a pencil. I am also working on a map of Haven because there will be warfare in Haven pretty soon! :D Also... On the subject of apps... Guys! Do an app! I have received two for the second thread (I'll explain the second one in another post)! Seriously, if you are thinking of doing an app, and like the story, DO ONE! Saucce, go do one, I know you want to! You! Random person who discovered this thread, do one! And you! Other random person that doesn't even know what SK is, go read the wiki and do one! (You gotta make an account first, but whatever). Was that excessive? But in all Seerusness (he'll be a factor!), I'd like a couple more apps. Thanks for tolerating my rant and good job making it to the end! And yes, Dvorän's name comes from the composer A. Dvořák, but that funny r is too much for me to handle. D:)
Prologue:
“Mono, Mono, are you there?” Grub asked, shaking him. “Mono, wake up!”
“What…? Mono replied, slowly opening his eyes. “Where am I? Where’s Xerxes?”
“You killed him,” Pop explained from beside him. “You’ve been cryogenically frozen for three years. A gremlin’s hammer gave you a concussion, and you’ve been in a coma ever since. Many of us feared you wouldn’t make it.”
“Is this Haven?” Mono asked as he looked around the room. He was in a sandstone building with multiple beds. An Isoran defibrillator was in front of him, which he assumed had woken him from his coma.
“Yes, you are in the official Haven hospital,” Grub said.
“Where’s Alisa? Ryker? Jacques? Lokd?” Mono demanded, sitting up. “Has the Warriors of Old disbanded?”
“Alisa is organizing our little… guild,” Pop replied. “We’re all considered criminals and shall soon be brought to trial. Rezule was found not guilty, and he, Old Snag, and Z’Raejum’kal have moved into the civilian district, but they have accepted Alisa’s invitation to the guild.
“And the Darkwalkers…?”
“They are still at large. Some of the gremlins that worked for Xerxes have assimilated into their ranks, and another guild, Sforzandosi, has taken some power, but is currently neutral in this conflict,” Gryb explained.
“Where are all the doctors?” Mono said curiously, looking around the room. “Is Ava anywhere around?”
“Yes, she was here a few minutes ago, but promptly left after she zapped you with the defibrillator,” Pop told him. “It took you fifteen minutes to wake. We were so worried…”
“Grub, how’s your leg?” Mono asked. “Wasn’t it blown off during the charge at the facility?”
“Feron saw to it that I would receive a bionic one, and it has been working just fine,” Grub answered. “He has been most hospitable, but Lieutenant Vaelyn and Captain Ozlo want you executed. The rest of us will probably rot in jail…”
“When we are brought to trial, how does it look?” Mono asked worriedly.
“Most knights are sympathetic to our cause, and, as the only living retired lieutenant, Feron will probably be the judge,” Pop said. “If he had it his way, the Warriors of Old would be made an official military regiment, with you as the lieutenant, but now we just have to fight for our lives.”
“How bad was the damage to the wall?” Mono asked.
“Two homes were damaged,” Grub answered. “Three hundred thousand crowns worth of damage was done. We can only pay in jailtime…”
“I need to address my guild and let them know that I live,” Mono requested. “Is it possible for me to walk?”
“We’d better ask a doctor,” Grub said. “Dvorän! Dvorän! C’mere!”
“Yes?” the doctor replied as he left his office. “What is it that you need? Water? Food? Is everything all right?”
“Yes, yes, thank you, Dvorän,” Mono responded. “Can I walk, run, and fight yet? How am I doing?”
“You’ll be a bit weak,” he answered, “but yes, you can walk, run, fight, and do pretty much whatever you want. Try not to exert too much energy though. Your body is still recovering.”
“Great news,” Mono replied. “Where are my weapons?”
“All of your weaponry, money, and that of your guildmates’ has been confiscated by the Spiral Order,” Dvorän told him. “You are not permitted to leave Haven.”
“Well that’s just great,” Mono growled sarcastically. “Can I go address my guild?”
“Follow me... “ Pop said, leading him out the door of the hospital.
Do, 04/16/2015 - 17:54
#13
Another App
From the knight who brought you Ryker...
Please welcome... Actua Blackbolt by Ran-Sack/Ranny-Sackers!
Name: Actua Blackbolt
Species: Knight (good...ish)
Gender: Female
Age: Young adult (mid-to-late twenties)
Personality: Anyone who’s met Actua knows firsthand that appearances can be deceiving. As sweet and innocent as she looks, she’s an unstoppable juggernaut on the battlefield. She revels in her toughness and strength, and will happily throw herself into the line of fire just to prove she can take it. Her teammates joke that she’s the speed bump for monsters attacking the rest of her squad, but in reality she’s more of a starship-grade reinforced bulkhead. She doesn’t have much appreciation for strategy and tactics. Why would she, if she’s strong enough to just batter the enemy into submission? She likes other knights, but it’s very hard to form a friendship with her unless you’ve fought alongside her. She understands that not everyone likes danger. but she draws a fine line between self-preservation and cowardice, and has no respect for anyone on the wrong side of that line. Conversely, a knight who proves himself in her eyes with find her a loyal ally, always there to turn the tide in their darkest hour. She’s a stalwart beacon on the frontlines, whether she’s keeping her allies safe within her Guardian shield’s protective bubble, or mowing down hordes of monsters with her chaingun.
Appearance: Actua is young and fit, looking to be around 22-25 years of age. She has neck-length auburn hair, red eyes and personal color, and a thin, feminine build that would seem ill-suited for someone lugging a Guardian shield across the battlefield. She wears Spiral Draped Armor with a vitakit on the back and binoculars hung around her neck, both Toasty in color. A scabbard is attached to the back of the armor, although it’s pretty much hidden behind her vitakit if her sword isn’t stowed to give it away. The vitakit itself has a clip on the side allowing her to attach her Grim Repeater, and it’s harness has a built-in hardpoint for the Guardian Shield, letting her carry all her equipment on her back at once. She’s even carved a divot into the back of her shield just to make the entire package more compact when she does. She has a Red Prismatic Cat Tail which twitches incessantly. Her helm is a Spiral Round Helmet with Prismatic Vertical Vents attached. The vents behave similarly to cat ears, perking up when Actua is happy, drooping when she’s sad, and pinning flat against her helmet when she’s hacked off.
Weaponry and Equipment: Actua firmly believes that the best way to protect her teammates it to decimate anything which could conceivably harm them, and her armaments reflect that. Her ranged weapon of choice is a custom Grim Repeater, with the housing pieces molded in burgundy instead of purple and the ironsights removed. She’s strong enough to carry it around like a normal gun, but she does have to hold it two-handed for sustained fire, lest the recoil send her bullets flying at random. She prefers to load it with antipersonnel rounds, which makes it extremely effective at tearing through hordes of gremlins, beasts, zombies, or what-have-you. It’s not quite as effective against constructs, but a good burst will put enough holes in one to pretty much guarantee a hit on a vital component. Slimes are essentially immune to it however, as the bullets will just pass right through them.
Actua’s sword is a... unique weapon. Gran Fausts are an unbelievably rare exotic swords, occasionally found within fiendish cities and always heavily guarded by the devilites who prize them so highly. They have a reputation among Knights as being cursed, but that didn’t stop Actua from nicking one from an abandoned citadel as a trophy, initially believing it to be just a fancy sword. The blade is rather dull, but it’s great weight makes it an effective melee weapon nonetheless, although it’s more of a bludgeoning device than a true sword. However, Actua has discovered a rather unique property of what became her preferred melee weapon. When its wielder becomes enraged, the runes on the hilt will begin to glow a pinkish-purple, and an ornate energy blade of the same hue will form around the edge of the normal blade. Whereas the sword normally has difficulty cutting through even flesh, the energy blade can cleave through heavy plate mail like warm butter. As effective as it makes the weapon, the energy blade is hard to summon. Irritation or crabbiness won’t cut it, whoever uses it has to be genuinely infuriated. The source of the fury is irrelevant, though. Righteous vengeance, grief-stricken rage, or plain old bloodlust can all activate it. In Actua’s hands, the latter is almost universally the cause.
Ransack: Actua’s binoculars are nothing special. They’re just a standard issue Spiral Order binocular/scanner combination, a little faded and battered, but still useful for surveying an area.
Her Guardian Shield is standard as well, but much more useful in combat. Aside from being a massive plate of metal for it’s wielder to hide behind, it can also generate an energy bubble around a knight with a ten-foot radius. The bubble acts as a one-way barrier, blocking incoming attacks while still allowing Actua and her allies to shoot through it. The shield has a built-in scanner, which can identify Isorans and let them pass through the energy bubble, but won’t let anything else through. As powerful as it is, the energy bubble is not of infinite duration. Prolonged use will deplete it’s power supply, and the shield will have to recharge before being able to project the bubble again. In addition, the shield generates feedback when projecting the bubble, magnetizing Actua’s armor and causing her to move slower. Actua also likes to use the shield as a battering ram. It works better than it sounds like it would, actually. Ever see a Tortodrone rush attack? It’s kind of like that, except the unfortunate target also gets backhanded in the face with a giant metal plate and sent flying.
Sa, 04/18/2015 - 16:19
#14
Arts and Notes!
I'll be doing a few of these now and then.
First off, we have my map of Haven. Yes, Mark LS-5 will be sniping in Haven. Just throwing that out there.
https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1hhoBU7XJDRpx3Lqp5yO-570i2EMZNaos1oTk...
And we have a mercenary outpost. Outcasts, criminals, and assassins hide out in these places. The sort of place you'd find someone like Sophia. They also have a few gremlins: beware!
https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/14KnchVZkdNZgXTn-2NClR8hVr7Nzrh79D1ey...
Sa, 04/18/2015 - 16:22
#15
Why...?
Why do I always end up double posting? Is there something wrong with my mouse? My internet? Forum o-fishes, get this crap out of here!
Sa, 04/18/2015 - 23:49
#16
Chapter One
(OOC: I'd use the other double post, but seeing as that was seven hours ago, I might as well bumpity bump it a bit. But it's not really a bump.)
Chapter One: Charges
“Greetings, my friends,” Mono began, addressing the Warriors of Old. “As all of us know, our trial starts tomorrow. And, as you also know, Ozlo has stripped us of the right to an attorney. Our only hope is that the jury is partial. If not, it’s the firing squad for us.”
The Warriors of Old watched intently as Mono gave a speech from the podium. They were spread out across a field, but everyone could hear Mono perfectly.
“I do not know what to tell you. Feron wants us alive, Ozlo wants us dead, and the Darkwalkers will go to great lengths to have me killed.
“So I must ask… How should we plead? I do not wish to condemn us all to death by pleading innocent if the evidence is too overwhelming, or sentence us to years in prison by pleading guilty,” Mono said, looking down to his guildmates. “All in favor of pleading innocent?”
Everyone raised their hand and said “I” unanimously, with a look of rebellious hatred on their faces. Mono gazed at them in stunned silence, then turned his head to the sky and let out a rebel yell, as if challenging the gods. Everyone else followed suit, shouting cries of anger and defiance.
In his hovering chair, Feron flew up beside Mono, taking abuse from the Warriors of Old. He tried to silence them, but failed. “Silence!” Mono yelled over the commotion. Everyone swiftly obeyed his command. “Lieutenant Feron, what is it that you have to tell us?”
“The trial begins in ten minutes,” he informed them. “It would not bode well with the jury to arrive late.”
“Thank you,” Mono said to him. “Could you show us the way?”
“Follow me,” Feron commanded him. Mono and the Warriors of Old walked behind him. They passed the official Spiral Headquarters, the hospital, the armory, and multiple buildings before they reached the offices of law. The courthouse was a three story sandstone and concrete building with multiple open windows.
Mono analyzed the building for any means of escape, but all entrances appeared to be guarded. He recognized some of the guards, and knew one of them, so killing them would not be an option. It looks like we’re in this trial whether we like it or not, he thought to himself.
They walked into the building and turned right at the first door, which lead to a courtroom. The room had been specifically modified for this case, as no case before had had so many defendants.
Feron flew up to the judge’s seat and sat down. “Take your seats,” he ordered. “We must wait for the others to show up. You may talk amongst yourselves. I am most sorry that you have not been able to prepare.”
Pteron, who sat down next to Mono, said, “Well, Mono, glad to see you’re alive and kickin’. How’s it going?”
“Considering I went from being cryogenically frozen to in a trial in less than an hour, not too good,” he replied. “What about you?”
“Considering all of the lollygagging we have to do, I’m on the same track as you,” Pteron answered. “Seriously, we’re either guilty or not guilty, there’s no questions to be asked. Why must we spend all this time?”
Mono chuckled at his bluntness, and replied, “If things were that easy, we wouldn’t have been stuck here for the past thirty years and the Skylark would be back on Isora.”
Pteron was about to speak, but was interrupted by the creaking of door hinges. Two knights walked into the room, dressed in Azure Guardian armor and armed with Valiance. Behind them Lieutenant Vaelyn and Captain Ozlo strolled into the room, dressed flamboyantly. Ozlo’s black Azure Guardian armor dragged along the floor behind him as he gazed over the room with purple eyes.
“Look who showed up to the party,” Pteron said sarcastically. “Captain Ozlo and Lieutenant Vaelyn, what brings you here?”
“We are your prosecutors,” Ozlo said gruffly, scowling at them from behind his dark grey beard. “Where’s the jury?”
“Captain, the jury is coming soon,” Feron explained. “All twenty of them were accounted for as of this morning.”
Just as Feron finished his last words, the jury entered the room and sat on the jury benches. All of them were older than Mono, which worried him. He wouldn’t know any of them, which was dangerous. The jury was picked at random from the Vanguards of Haven. Mono analyzed them, trying to recognize them. Then he realized that they all wore the same armor, and bore the crest of Captain Ozlo. He cheated the system, Mono thought to himself. They’re probably all under bribe. What’s the point of even trying?
Ozlo, rising from his bench said, “I think it is time to begin--”
“I am the judge here, Ozlo,” Feron warned, slamming his mallet on his desk. “Remember that, or this case may be discarded. Now… Prosecutors, what charges are you here to press?”
Ozlo rose from his bench again. “Destruction of public and private property, disobedience of orders, and murder. I expect that’ll get them the death sentence.”
“Ozlo! What have I warned you about?” Feron yelled. “That is up to the jury and myself, not you.”
Ozlo sat down again, glaring at Feron. Mono thought he heard him mumble to himself, “Oh really now? We’ll see about that…”
So, 04/19/2015 - 00:55
#17
Need something blown up
(Too many women, let's get a dude in here.)
Name: Pythonne Selensky A.K.A. 'Saboteur'
Species: Morai
Gender: male
Age: 30-ish
Bio/History: Once the sergeant of the infamous Morai 'Havoc' regiments, Saboteur, or Pythonne had seen actions across multiple Spiral Order planets and enjoyed many easy victories against terrified Spiral Knights foes when his army of deranged, explosive inclined mad men rushed their position with explosives, many of them were suicidal.
His most famous victory against the Spiral Order was at the grey gate, a vital supply route on planet Isora during the final days of the siege on the planet capital, he alone, with the help of some advanced recon data and a few grenades was able to take out multiple Spiral Order super heavy tanks, after laying waste to the armored formations and sealing doom to the starving spiral defenders in the city. He was captured by a group of Spiral Skirmishers when he was found unconscious near a nuclear blasted crater, later it was reported that Ozlo himself was the one who ordered the tactical nuke on the sergeant to kill him off, but somehow, someway, Pythonne survived.
But the Spiral Order wasn't about to execute him just yet, with a series of experimental hypnotherapy, the Spiral Order was able to lobotomize the bomber's brain and bend it to their will, effectively turning the Morai legion's soldiers against itself, or at least that was what they thought would have happened. Due to the experimental nature of the therapy, parts of Pythonne's memory began to return. And he began to question his loyalty to the order
Personality:
Pythonne is a deranged mad man with something known as the 'Saboteur nail' jammed in his brain, thus the only time that he would feel something close to joy was when he is blowing things up. Pulling the nail out in a conventional manner would cause permanent brain damage or worse, death, but perhaps for a mad men like him, death isn't the worst thing you can gift him with.
Although mentally insane, Saboteur is a smooth trash talker and had a really morbid mindset, on the surface he would be the annoying GI buddy that you don't want to have on your first tour of duty to a godforsaken battlefield. But in reality, Saboteur is an expert in explosives and have many times out witted his opponent despite being mentally challenged, with even the smallest quantity of nitronomes, Saboteur can lay waste to a squad of wardens, fortified structures and even an entire clockwork island. He also has the habit of fighting almost exclusively with explosives.
Look: Hi there handsome , all joking aside, beneath that set of blast proof suit is a man who probably had half of his face blown off by his own explosives, suffering from radiation poisoning and collection of blade and gun wounds.
Skills:
-Bomb expert: knows how to use any bomb
-Bomb brawler: can use many non lethal bombs in close quarter as a mean to cut down melee foes
-Mine planter and sweeper: self explanatory
-Bomb planting and defusing: also self explanatory
So, 04/19/2015 - 01:39
#18
Homestuck!
Whooo, I'm interested* to see where this trial goes! Feron and Ozlo certainly do seem to be at odds. Seeing Feron talk to his superior like that is interesting*, considering Ozlo is/was basically the leader of the entire Skylark Crew and Feron is just overseeing the Clockworks mineral mining ops. That's ingame lore, anyway, your own lore might be different.
Apologies, not much else to say. Although I'd like to know if I could make another char app, if you do still need a few more? Even though Aelston is still present in this story.
*see now why aren't there any suitable synonyms for 'interesting' or whatever? It always bugs me when I want to say something but requires me to use some variation of 'interesting' multiple times. Word choice and variety and all that. Have yet to find a replacement that conveys the same sort of feel that 'interesting' does. And of course this is all rather irrelevant to anything else so I'll just shoosh now.
So, 04/19/2015 - 11:14
#19
@Lordofnecromancers
Lt. Feron and Lt. Vaelyn are both military leaders, but, as you remember from the first one, Feron's back was broken in an accident in the Clockworks. He is technically retired, but still holds some military authority. Ozlo is the leader of the Spiral Order, and, although they are the same rank, Feron possesses more power than Vaelyn. Also, Wegner is the overseer of the mining operation, which I might or might not get into in the story.
And yes, you can make another app. A full cast for me is ten, as we had ten in the original, but three of which are now deceased (R.I.P. Eve. No, not you Dini and Kaval! Go back to the Underworld and sort your "lives" out!), and I have received three new apps for this story, Sophia, Actua, and Pythonne, two of which were made by people whose first characters are still alive. Pythonne is made by an artist who has scarred my sense of dignity. :P But, I guess we can add another slot each story. :D So go do one!
And on your interesting blurb about the word "interesting"...
I feel the exact same thing in school where we have to write "reflections" for things, and I use "interesting" every time, as I cannot figure out any synonyms!
And @Midnight: He's accepted! Is it okay if he's a bit of an outlaw, but not wanted, as he hasn't actually done anything yet? If you look at my Mercenary Outpost drawing (which will come into play) you'll know what I mean. The Mercenary Outpost will be in CH3, and if it is okay with you, I plan to have him associated with it. He's part of the Spiral Order, but doesn't strictly follow every order and isn't really part of a squad. If that's all fine with you, I have a wonderful place for him. *wink* *wink* Lordofnecromancers
So, 04/19/2015 - 13:26
#20
Woo
Chapter Two: Sentenced
“Mono, how do you plead?” Feron asked.
“We all plead not guilty, Your Honor,” he answered.
“Prosecutors, bring forth the evidence!” Feron said to Ozlo and Vaelyn. “Where is the proof that the defendants are guilty of ‘destruction of public and private property, disobedience of orders, and murder’?”
“Right here, Feron,” Ozlo said bitterly, pulling a camera out of a pocket in his armor. He connected it to the prosecutors’ computer in front of him, and turned on the projector. The Warriors of Old watched as they saw the agreement to destroy the wall, the bombs being placed by Lokd, and their charge out of Haven. It was clear that they were guilty of destruction and disobedience, but not murder.
“Ozlo,” Feron said after the footage was over, “how are they guilty of murder?”
“How can you not know that?” Ozlo yelled. “They left with eighty or so knights and a gremlin and returned with--”
“Silence!” Feron shouted back, smashing his mallet into his desk. “How dare you disrespect the judge? Now, explain this properly.”
“Fewer knights returned than left,” Ozlo said, biting back his anger and hatred. “Where did Cryo go? How about that young recruit Gilly? Or Kaval, Eve, and all the others? Did they just disappear? I think not! They were brutally murdered by those who survived!”
“Your words are an insult to our slain friends!” Wolfen shouted. “Cryo was the best friend I ever had, why would I murder him?!”
Alisa rose from the bench, holding a pen, and yelled to Ozlo, “If it weren’t for Eve, none of us would be here! Not even you! Xerxes, Seerus, and Herex would’ve crushed Haven and made it burn in Compound 01!” With that, she threw the pen toward Captain Ozlo, but the pen only managed to hit one of his guards. It got lodged underneath the guard’s helmet, killing him instantly.
“There you go!” Ozlo addressed Feron, chuckling. “Is that not proof enough that they are savage murderers? She just murdered a guard in the courtroom, surely that warrants a death sentence?”
Feron scowled at Alisa, as if to say “Don’t dig your grave any deeper,” then turned to Mono and asked, “Do you have anything in your defense?”
“Yes, Your Honor, I do,” he said. “We left Haven to stop Xerxes, a deranged gremlin, from manufacturing enough Compound 01 Xerxes and Compound 02 Xerxes to mount an attack on Haven. If we didn’t destroy the wall, we wouldn’t have been able to stop him. In order to reach Xerxes, we had to travel thousands of miles, although most of it was done by timewarp, we had to disobey orders. As for murder, the only one of us guilty of slaying a fellow Warrior of Old is Ryker. He killed Kaval Uribor, but only when we found out that he was a spy for another guild, the Darkwalkers, who worked for Xerxes. They were a band of traitors, who monitored Haven and fed information to Xerxes so he could attack this fair city of ours.”
“Do you have any proof?” Feron asked. “If you do, stand up.”
Cat, Vipsania, Ven Kumonai, and Mono rose. Cat took a small book out of one of the pocket’s in her armor, Vipsania held out a vial of Compound 01, Ven rolled up the armor on his left leg, and Mono pulled a wire out of a pocket.
“What do you all have?” Feron said, looking at their “evidence.”
“A book given to me by an Owlite, written in the Language of the Scholars,” Cat answered. “I have learned that language over the past two years I spent in Haven.”
“Some Compound 01, of Xerxes’ invention,” Vipsania said gruffly.
“If you analyze my leg under an x-ray, you can see it was broken,” Ven explained. “Dini, a minion of Kaval’s, broke it.”
“And I…” Mono began. “I have footage of our entire expedition. Well, for as long as my eye was open. I have Kaval’s treachery, Cryo’s sacrifice, the battle in R’Heij Weihn Z’Ur, and other things.”
“What?” Feron asked, looking at Mono in profound disbelief. “How did you do that?”
“I was born blind, you see,” Mono replied. “I was given two prosthetic eyes, but I lost one while I was trapped in the Underworld after my doomed Vanguard mission. Every waking moment of my life has been recorded by these eyes, so I have video proof of all of my adventures. It’s best not to look through all of them.”
“Alright then, connect it to the computer in front of us and let’s examine your evidence,” Feron ordered.
Mono flicked through the footage, showing them the battle with the robotic ents outside of Haven, Gilly’s disappearance, Kaval’s treachery and death, the invasion of R’Heij Weihn Z’Ur, the assault on Xerxes’ fortress, and the final battle against Xerxes, up until he received a concussion. Everyone in the courtroom sat still for two hours, and when he stopped the footage. “I rest my case,” he said when the footage was over.
Feron looked to the jury, and said, “It is time for the jury to make a decision. The defendants are being charged with the destruction of public and private property, disobedience of orders, and murder. Please consider and review the evidence carefully, and return with your verdict.”
The jury filed out of the room, and into another, only to return five minutes later. They sat at the jury bench.
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” Feron asked.
“Your Honor,” one man began, rising from the bench, “we find the defendants guilty of all charges.”
“Then I have but one choice,” Feron said, lifting his mallet. “I hereby sentence you to death by firing squad. You shall be executed on the seventeenth of August, in the year 3419. Until then you shall be kept in the prison south of Haven.”
Mono’s heart sunk. We’ve got two months to live. Sixty-one days. Sixty-one days rotting in jail, he thought to himself.
So, 04/19/2015 - 13:41
#21
Hmm... Apocreans Vs. Doomsday, the world may never know
The pencil death could have been more dramatic. That is a crazy sharp pencil dude. And crazy good accuracy. I tried that on my MORTAL NEMESIS and clipped his ear. Thats all the critiquing shiz I have today
So, 04/19/2015 - 15:31
#22
@Saucce
It's not there for drama. It's there to condemn them beyond all doubt. And it's a pen.
@Midnight-Dj: I'm already writing Chapter Three, so if you don't answer within the next forty or so minutes I'll have what I said a couple posts ago.
@All: If you are a master of coded messages and predictions, you don't need to read Chapter Three because there are enough hints and easy inferences that have been scattered.
So, 04/19/2015 - 17:13
#23
Chapter Three!
(OOC: I decided to this one today, as it's rather short. There's not much to it in terms of length. Whatevs. Edito: I should mention that 1 Crown = 20 USD. Yeah. That's $1mil each, $20mil total.)
Chapter Three: Mercenary for “Hire”
Feron looked up at the outpost atop the hill. He slowly approached it in his hover-chair, watching the guard carefully. He couldn’t see her in the darkness, but the moonlight glinted off her white hair and Gilded Griffin.
When he reached the top of the hill, she drew her gun and pointed it at him. “Who are you?” she asked.
Feron drew a fifty Crown piece from his pocket and flicked it to her. She nodded gratefully and pressed a button on the wall, opening the door. Inside, Feron saw a bar, with multiple knights sitting at it. Three gremlins were sitting at a table, talking about warfare.
“How can I help you?” a masked knight said gruffly, walking up to Feron. “Are you here for anyone in particular?”
“I’m looking for an assassin,” Feron answered. “Namingly one who deals with explosives.”
“Follow me,” the knight replied. He turned left on the right side of the bar, walked down four, and knocked on the fifth one on the right. “I’ve got a customer here for you!”
“Allow him to enter!” was the response.
Feron moved into the room, where, to his surprise, he saw a gremlin, a modified Mecha-Knight, and a Morai warrior in a suit of green demolition armor, who he identified as Pythonne Selensky. “Feron!” the gremlin said. “What brings you to a place like this? Coming to arrest me or something?”
“I have no clue who you are,” Feron said bluntly.
“Well, my name is Aelston, this robot here is Mark LS-5, and this green thing--”
“Is Pythonne Selensky,” Feron finished for him. “I have a job for you, Aelston, and I suppose the two of you as well.”
“Yeah, and what is that?” Aelston asked. “You want me to kill Herex, Seerus, and King Tinkinzar? Not happening; I work for Tinkinzar.”
“No, I do not want you to kill any of your hierarchy,” Feron replied. “I want you to kill mine. Namingly Captain Ozlo and his crooks.”
“Y’know, Feron, I have orders to kill you,” Aelston chuckled at Feron’s sudden fright, “but killing Ozlo is more important. I guess the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Can you help us get into Haven undetected?”
“Sure,” Feron replied. “On one condition: you must let me get all of my friends outside of the headquarters and you must only destroy the headquarters on my command. And… I suppose I will play a part of my own. Also, is Pythonne with you?”
“No, Saboteur isn’t with us,” Aelston answered. “But you’re welcome to come along.”
“I’d be glad to,” Pythonne replied from behind his mask. “I remember the explosion that nearly killed me. Ozlo ordered that. I think we all have a personal vendetta against that evil Isoran. Why do you want him dead anyway?”
“He bribed a jury to have some decent knights executed,” Feron explained. “Fifty thousand Crowns apiece.”
“Fifty thousand?!” Aelston cried out. “Was it a full twenty person jury?”
“Yes,” Feron answered. “He spent one million bribing the jury. Where he got that money, I don’t know.”
“That despicable scum!” Pythonne growled. “Who was on trial?”
“The Warriors of Old,” Feron said.
“Xerxes demanded an assassin of Tinkinzar, and I was sent,” Aelston told him. “My task was to spy on them, and assassinate Ryker, and possibly Mono. First, I was their enemy, and now I’m trying to help them. How the tides have turned… Anyway, are you going to be made the leader of the Spiral Order after he is dead?”
“Yes, I am,” Feron replied. “I can give them all a full pardon, if Ozlo is assassinated by the seventeenth of August.”
“Alright then,” Aelston began, “how’s the eighteenth of June for you? Fine?”
“That’s tomorrow!” Feron was taken aback. “We don’t have time!"
“He said tomorrow,” Mark LS-5 finally commented. “He means tomorrow.”
Mi, 04/22/2015 - 22:43
#24
Big things go boom boom. You happy?
(OOC: @All: Don't freak out when you see Iþílí's name. It is pronounced Ih-thee-lee, but the þ is pronounced like the th in the or that. It's an Icelandic character, hence the name coming from the far North of Isora.)
Chapter Four: Assassination
Feron pushed the covers off his bed, looking at the clock. Sixty thirty. I’ve got two hours to get the water drugged, he thought to himself. He slid from his bed into the hover-chair, picked up the bottle of Sloom juice on his desk, dressed himself rather awkwardly, and floated into the kitchen.
Feron took some dried wolver meat from the cupboard to eat on his way to headquarters. As he left his door, Feron put his helmet on and hid the Sloom juice into a fold in his armor. He floated through Haven, examining everything, ensuring that nothing important was happening. When he reached the entrance to the headquarters, he looked around to see if Mark LS-5 was on top of one of the buildings. He was.
“Greetings, Lieutenant Feron,” said one of the guards, a veteran of the Clockworks, Iþílí. Feron remembered him because his family had come from the far North of Isora, hence his strange name.
“Hello, Iþílí,” Feron replied, with sudden guilt that he may soon be dead. “How long is your shift?”
“It ends in three minutes at quarter to seven,” Iþílí answered. “Merner and Tiolé are taking my place, while I get to go and sleep in bed. These night watches are tiring!”
Feron nodded and smiled to him, glad that he would be safely home when Mark LS-5 sniped the guards. Merner and Tiolé were some of Ozlo’s cronies, and Feron was not so concerned that they would be killed.
He floated down the main hallway into the empty snack room, where he poured the flavorless Sloom juice into the water supply, spiking it. Feron knew that everyone was in the building, so he gathered all of his supporters and Lieutenant Vaelyn and lead them out of the building, telling them they were going to do a survey on the land surrounding Haven.
The survey had been planned for months, but no specific date had been set. Ozlo’s supporters all worked in the legal and aerospace departments (although they were without any ships or planes), so they weren’t involved in the survey. But Feron’s military department, acquired and used information about the surface. Technically, Vaelyn was the head of the legal department, but she acted as a military leader. Lieutenant Wegner, head of the geology department, would not be in harms way because he worked southeast of Haven in the Clockworks Terminal.
Those mercenaries should be attacking the headquarters by now, Feron thought to himself as they exited Haven.
!#-^*^-#!
“Look at those guards,” Aelston said to Mark LS-5 and Pythonne as they surveyed the entrance to the fortress from a nearby rooftop. “They are just sitting there helplessly.”
“Those idiots are about to be taught a lesson,” Pythonne murmured. “Those scumbags are the kind that almost killed me.”
“Will you cut it out, Sabo?” Aelston whispered. “Mark, start your sniping.”
The robot nodded, and immediately fired upon the left guard, felling him instantly. The one on the right fired three shots from his Valiance toward where he thought the assassins were, but Mark LS-5 shot him through the heart without hesitation.
Before the alarm could be sounded, Aelston and Pythonne leapt down from the building and entered the headquarters. Three sleeping knights were lying on the floor in front of them. Pythonne picked one up, snapped his neck, and tossed him to the ground.
“Sabo, what are you doing?” Aelston reprimanded. “We’re here to kill these guys, not to… Okay, but still!”
Pythonne chuckled, and placed Nitronomes on the walls. Aelston did the same, throwing a few of his bombs into some of the rooms. Pythonne went upstairs to lay more bombs, and when he returned he was carrying Captain Ozlo. “Are you done laying the bombs? I did the second and third stories, but the ground floor is the only one that really matters.”
“Yeah, but do you mind telling me what you’re doing with Ozlo?” Aelston looked at the Morai warrior with slight annoyance.
“Hand me your gun,” Pythonne ordered. Once Aelston handed him his sniper, Saboteur sat the sleeping Ozlo against a wall, aimed the rifle, and fired once, piercing the Isoran’s helmet with a laser. “I had a score to settle.”
Aelston watched him walk out of the headquarters, and followed him more stealthily. Mark LS-5 lowered himself from the house he was sniping from and allowed Aelston to lead them to Feron’s house, which was well out of the blast radius, and one of the safest places to hide. Once they reached the two story mansion (for it was a large house, even compared to some of the merchant’s homes) they filed onto the balcony on the second floor to watch the headquarters’ destruction. Aelston pressed a button on his wrist, which was part of the tactical suit he had been supplied by Tinkinzar.
The headquarters exploded in a massive blast that shook the ground. A mushroom cloud rose into the air for all to see. “We didn’t damage any other structures, right?” Aelston asked Sabo.
“No,” Pythonne replied. “Those walls are too dense and are made of the wrong materials. It may look bad, but it really wasn’t much.”
!#-^*^-#!
Feron looked up to the sky when he heard the explosion. A ball of fire was acting as a beacon to the headquarters, proudly proclaiming that the building was no more. It looks like my mercenaries did their job, Feron thought to himself.
Mi, 04/22/2015 - 21:47
#25
Homestuck!
Just a little thing but “Hello, Iþílí,” Feron replied, with sudden guilty that he may soon be dead. Bit of a typo in there w/ guilty. Should be 'guilt' but yeah
Anway, well they certainly got the job completed. 'splosions for Aelston, yaaaay :3
And that other char app of mine should hopefully be done sometime tonight? It really shouldn't take me like 3 days to write one of those things but whelp.
Do, 04/23/2015 - 00:11
#26
@LoN
Awesome, and thanks for the typo. When I have finished the trilogy (I think that's what it'll be) I'll post a rereedited version of this on Google Docs so anyone with the link can read it. Some things get through the sluice box, so I have to make sure all those kinks are sorted out. There are a ton in the first one that I can't edit on the forums 'cause my account's all screwed up.
And yeah, Ran-Sack was bugging me for explosions.
Another character app coming tonight/tomorrow morning/tomorrow/10 years from now after I died in some Google van that had a miscalculation that caused it to drive me into a tree (stupid technology. Why did I have to buy a prototype? Note to self: Don't buy a prototype Google car)? Great, and I might just receive one more even though they are kinda closed to the public...
EDIT: I'm a little tired, but not yet crazy. I hope I don't die due to a Google car though....
@All: Any of you peeps got feedbag?
Di, 02/09/2016 - 01:21
#27
FINALLY DONE WITH THIS APP
Name: Leona
Species: Gremlin
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Bio/History:
Leona is a bounty hunter who can often be found at the Mercenary Outpost. She is a hybrid Scorcher/Ghostmane, utilizing the skill and gear of both in order to take down her quarry. Due to her highly unconventional weapons and tactics, she is typically hired by clients who want to ensure that their targets die very painfully and that zero evidence of any kind whatsoever is left behind.
Leona was once a member of the Crimson Legion, belonging to a covert ops team similar to Aelston's. Her missions tended to deal with the destruction of important structures and facilities, cleansing them off the face of Cradle with her all-consuming fire.
At some point she was sent to temporarily work for Herex in Compound 42, due to her experience with all things related to fire. There she learned tons about all sorts of poisons and nasty unorthodox weapons of the sort, which was certainly useful for her development as a Ghostmane Stalker. However, upon the titular bio-weapon's mutation into Toxoilers, she was one of many left to burn in the doomed facility.
On the flip side, she was one of few who managed to make it out, barely alive. Her armor had protected her from the fires that had consumed the base, but she had received multiple grievous injuries from the Toxoilers had overrun the area. Add to the fact that C42 had infected her wounds and spread through her body, and she had a recipe for being a very dead Gremlin very soon.
Fortunately she was fixed up by a skilled Gremlin Healer who'd also made it out (or maybe Ava who's just been passing by, idk, depending on how much control I have over other characters in her backstory) and survived. Yaaaaay.
So at this point Leona is pretty pissed off at Herex and the more powerful Gremlins in general, since they gave the order to destroy the facility without evacuating any of the workers.
Anyway she sort of sat around and waited for some sort of rescue team or whatever sent from the Great Colony to show up. That never happened.
Leona eventually made her own way back to the Great Colony, intending to return to the Legion. But she discovered that she had already been recorded as officially dead, even though no one bothered to check up on that fact. Heavily jaded and disillusioned with the Gremlin hierarchy after her recent trials and now this, she decided to take that chance to start a new life away from the Great Colony. She began work as a freelancer, an assassin for hire. Anyone can buy her services, be they Gremlin, Spiral Knight, or otherwise.
At some point she returned to the remains of Compound 42, and captured and 'tamed' a Toxoiler. She uses said Toxoiler as the source of the C42 she uses in her operations, since it basically secretes infinite amounts of it . Keeps it in a secure glass tank in her abode at the Mercenary Outpost.
Personality:
Used to be an enthusiastic and peppy little lady. But her near-death experiences in Compound 42 have changed her. In fact, she actually probably was dead for a few seconds until the Mender used that magicky resurrect ability they have. idk w/e
Probably sort of mentally scarred by her ordeals in Compound 42. Tends to not talk a lot to strangers, unless they're a client. Or she's actually really pissed off at them and begins yelling. Which happens a lot more often than she'd like to admit. But she observes. Always observing. Sort of creeps out people in that aspect; especially when in full gear.
Not so much cold and calculating as really frustrated and fed up with the world. Short fuse, fiery temper. Gets tired of people's bs real easily. So if she ever meets Aelston she would probably just like set him on fire after the first snip passed his mouth.
Bit of a vendetta against Herex, for obvious reasons. In fact, sort of has this thing against much of Gremlin society. Mainly the higher ups. Blames them for all the crap she's had to go through. Left for dead, almost/sort of did die, no one bothers to return and check if anyone's alive. Expendable. So of course she feels betrayed, especially after all the stuff she's done for them in the past. Which later leads to anger and hate and ect ect ect to the way she is today. But yeah she hates their guts.
However, she takes her job as an hit-(wo)man seriously and tries to remain as composed as possible when making deals with her clients. She views herself as a professional and thus must maintain the air of one. All business and no tomfoolery.
She of course sees the irony in her using C42 in her kit even after everything that happened in Compound 42.
Somewhat of a pyromaniac. Most Gremlins do tend to have dangerous obsessions with equally dangerous things of course. Fire is probably the only thing that can bring a smile to her face anymore.
Probably also a decent engineer and mechanic, since she's a Gremlin.
Look:
Once again, as is typical of Ghostmane Stalkers, Leona is an albino and thus has white fur. She's of average size for a female Gremlin, with a fit and nimble build. She has many puncture and cut scars around her body, and a missing ear, all due to the wounds she received from Toxoilers. Never totally healed by Mender magicks due to the nature of C42 wounds. She hasn't bothered to get a prosthetic ear because that would probably require her ID and she's technically dead so yeah.
Regarding gear, first it should go without saying that everything she uses is fire and heat retardant.
Second, everything is also coated in a layer of C42, for reasons to be explained further down. Yes, including her armor, not just her sawblades.
Clad in typical Crimson Legion Ghostmane garb; which is to say, pitch black jumpsuit/cloak/armor thing rather than grey. Although wears something more of a helmet than a mask. Looks similar to a Ghostmane mask, but has a fire/heat resistant visor thing covering the eye slits, giving her a sort of beady crystal eyes look. Additionally, rather than having her lower face/jaw/whatever be exposed, it is sealed off by basically the lower portion of a gas mask. Thus allowing her to breath in the smoke and poisonous gases that are typical in her work. Custom built prolly.
(Basically imagine what a gas mask kind of Ghostmane mask would look like I guess.)
Utility belt with a few pouches and loops, on which she hangs her chakrams and vials of C42. Chakrams which, as previously stated, are covered in C42. Thus even only a mere scratch on an enemy will ensure their fate unless immediately treated.
Uses C42 as both a poison to assassinate her enemies and a fuel to spread her fires. Fortunately with her highest quality protective gear, carrying around said highly dangerous substance in such fragile and exposed glass containers is not actually a stupid move. If anything, it would just make things worse for the person who shattered the vials.
Also has thick gloves, which she uses to handle her blades, poisons, and Toxoiler companion. Said gloves have some tech in their palm; custom compact weapons that basically allow her to spit fire from her palms, rather than lugging around a bulky flamethrower. (Sort of like Iron Man's palm laser beam things I suppose). Prolly uses Blast Furnace tech so she doesn't have to carry about a fuel tank or any sort of thing to power it. Spontaneous fire, wheeee!
As previously mentioned, ALL of her equipment she keeps coated in a veneer of C42. Simply being near her is dangerous enough, as she is shrouded in a horrid miasma. So having her actively trying to kill you would be positively ridiculous. And if all else fails, she can always light herself on fire to become deadlier by several degrees, pun not intended. While also looking like a totally awesome fiery demon from Almire. Intimidation and all that.
So basically covering yourself in a highly poisonous, flammable substance is totally a great idea. Yup. Definitely.
(dang I should really draw that actually)
Of course in more pleasant company, she refrains from donning her gear in order to keep from killing off everyone that simply walks by her.
Other:
Antagonistic or protagonistic, le shrug. I suppose that depends on who gives her a job. Who knows, maybe all anyone does is pay her for information and that's all we'll see of her. Ehehe.
Also I wrote up an entire other part of her bio detailing her life before joining the Crimson Legion but it was actually way too long so I decided to not put it in. tl;dr version: She was a Scorcher and did stuff and thus got an opportunity to join the Crimson Legion the end.
Sa, 04/25/2015 - 10:12
#28
@LoN
This is great, Leona is accepted. It looks like we have a pretty large grey area now. :D
Mo, 04/27/2015 - 21:59
#29
One More!
Chapter Five: A Short Visit to the Local Prison
Mono dragged his feet along the ground as he marched across the plains in his new prison uniform. Twenty guards, armed with Valiances and Leviathans walked alongside the Warriors of Old, leading them to the prison, ten miles south of Haven.
One guard kept especially close to Mono. He knew the guard’s name, Iþílí, as the long-time veteran was once a mentor of his while he and his friends were in training. Iþílí didn’t speak at all, but he looked at Mono with a sense of empathy that confused him.
When the prison came into view, Mono was shocked by its size. The prison walls were at least six hundred feet tall, with machine guns mounted on top. Its walls were made of steel and sandstone, providing resistance from explosives. The prison was atop a hill, adding to its devilish majesty.
“There it is…” Mono whispered to Grub, who was walking on his left. “Two months in there, then an eternity buried in the sewers of Haven.”
“Who was that?” one of the guards snapped, walking over to Mono. The guard, Renai, drew a blue-grey sword from his belt and beat Mono’s back with its dull side.
Mono cried out in pain as the waves of electricity surged through his muscles. Iþílí drew his Valiance and shot the guard through the heart. Even though they were prisoners, the Spiral Order decreed that incarcerated knights should still be treated with respect, unless they were trying to escape or were attacking the guards. The punishment for breaking this law was death, and many times courts were unnecessary.
Mono uttered a few words of thanks to Iþílí, who nodded in return, saying, “If it were up to me, none of you would be here.”
When they reached the door of the prison, Mono turned back to Haven to take one last look at the town. The sun was still on the rise in the east, shining its hot light onto the metropolis. Mono sighed, thinking of his impending doom that would soon meet him in that heavenly city.
Many others turned back to look at their former home. A gasp came from them when they saw an explosion on the eastern side of the town square. A fiery mushroom cloud rose from the city, marring the beauty of the late morning sky.
Iþílí and the other guards immediately started contacting people with their com units. One guard yelled to the prisoners, “The headquarters has been destroyed! Ozlo is dead!”
Suddenly, Mono became greatly worried. The Darkwalkers or the gremlins had to have destroyed the headquarters for a reason. Feron, Vaelyn, and Wegner could have been killed, and if they were, there would be no one to lead the Spiral Order. Haven would be the scene of the struggle for power between the Warriors of Old, Sforzandosi, the Darkwalkers, and the Crimson Order. “How are the lieutenants? Are they okay?” he asked.
“Vaelyn, Wegner, and Feron were away from the headquarters during the explosion,” Iþílí reported. “As highest ranking lieutenant, Feron is now the leader of the Spiral Order. I guess we can call him Captain Feron now.”
Iþílí turned back to the door, and gave it a sharp rapping. It opened suddenly, revealing a stone courtyard. Ten guards stood in various different positions around the courtyard, making escape impossible.
Mono was led to his cell by Iþílí. His cell was far from any of the other Warriors of Old, so as to prevent communication. Before Iþílí closed the door, Mono asked, “Can I speak to Feron through your com unit?”
“I see no harm in it,” Iþílí replied, taking off the earpiece and microphone. He pressed one of the buttons on it that put him in communication with Feron, and handed it to Mono.
“Captain, do you hear me?” Mono said into the mic. “Feron, are you there?”
“Mono! I take it you arrived at the prison in one piece?” was the answer. “You shouldn’t have to spend more than an hour in there; I’m finalizing the pardon papers.”
“Ozlo’s only been dead for a matter of minutes!” Mono exclaimed. “How could you have done them so fast?”
“Let’s just say… I knew of the destruction,” Feron replied in a hushed voice. “I did most of the paperwork last night, and there isn’t much of it. Oh, and those that destroyed the fortress were Aelston and his robotic partner, Mark LS-5, accompanied by Pythonne Selenski. Aelston used to work as an assassin for Xerxes, as you know, but now works directly for King Tinkinzar. He was supposed to kill Ozlo, and as I also wanted him out of the way, it was a win-win. And… When you were on your journey, a gremlin repeatedly tried to kill Ryker. That gremlin was Aelston.”
“Great,” Mono said sarcastically. “Whose side is he on now? Do the Darkwalkers work for Tinkinzar or is he a possible ally?”
“Tinkinzar has always been against the Darkwalkers, so I suspect Aelston will be an ally,” Feron answered. “For now, at least. We’ll need all the help we can get. Sforzandosi could go with anyone, and if they decided to mess with us, Aelston’s assistance could prove priceless. And you might want to warn Ryker…”
“I shall,” Mono replied. “I’d best get going. It was good to hear from you, and thanks for the pardon.”
Mono handed the headset to Iþílí, who turned it off. “Can I speak to Ryker right now?” Mono asked. “We’re going to be pardoned within the next hour anyway.”
“Who is that?” Iþílí asked, as he began to lead Mono down the bleak steel hall, past all of the bland, desolate cells.
“He’s a little taller than me, has dark brown hair, ice blue eyes, and one large scowl,” Mono replied.
“Oh, him,” Iþílí said, turning suddenly down another hallway.
Four cells down, Ryker sat in his cell scowling at the floor, mumbling to himself. He looked up at Mono with hope, then his spark died as he saw Iþílí. “What are you doing here?”
“Ryker, I’m here to talk about some things that are happening,” Mono answered. “First of all, we’re being pardoned. You can thank Aelston and Mark LS-5 for that. Aelston was the gremlin that tried to assassinate you on our journey. They are possible allies now in the war against the Darkwalkers. I just thought you might want to know so that next time you see him, you do not have my permission to kill him. You can spread the word around to the others that we’ve been pardoned by Captain Feron.”
So, 05/03/2015 - 13:58
#30
I'm still hanging in there!
Mo, 05/04/2015 - 15:53
#31
Sorry...
I've been busy for a while dealing with homework, sports (namingly trap shooting), and dealing with other crap. Schoolwork too, and that'll only get worse. I'm also leaving for Washington D.C. (school trip! :D) on the 17th, and may or may not be able to write after it, due to the people I have to share a room with (Oh good Lord...). But I think I'll have a chapter out tonight, no fears! :D
Do, 05/14/2015 - 16:18
#32
:D
(OOC: I'm late for Ran-Sack, but not for everyone else! :D Here is is, hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. And don't worry, the title of the chapter is slightly deceptive... Or is it? You may never know!)
Chapter Six: It’s the Beginning of the End… Or is it?
Mono stood up to answer the door when it rang. Three days had passed since the Warriors of Old had been pardoned, and he was staying at Grub’s house with Pop and Alisa. The three of them had lived together since their fatal Vanguard mission.
He opened the door, revealing Feron, who nodded thanks and entered on his hover-chair. “What have you come here for?” Mono asked, although he already knew the answer.
“Well, I have a few things to go over,” Feron answered, speaking to Mono, Alisa, Grub, and Pop. “First of all, which of you owns the Warriors of Old?”
“Technically, we all own it,” Alisa replied. “Mono is the head leader, but in a way, we are all leaders with equal power.”
“Well, as you know, I would like to make the Warriors of Old an official military regiment,” Feron replied. “You wouldn’t have to take orders from me, but you would receive the same benefits that you would if you did. I suppose the four of you would be lieutenants, and I can’t imagine you denying that.”
“We are all honored,” Mono answered. “I think we might take you up on that offer, but tell me, who will be in charge of the rest of the military?”
“You,” Feron replied. “You four would be the leaders of our whole military.”
“No,” Pop answered, speaking for all. “We do not want to have power over the entire military. Maybe as an elite regiment, though.”
Alisa, Grub, and Mono nodded in agreement. “I’d love to lead a special forces regiment,” Alisa said. “How would the ranking system work?”
“I already thought of that,” Grub answered for Feron. “I couldn’t sleep last night, so I lay awake for hours. There’s a bunch of papers scattered throughout my bedroom that I was writing on, figuring out strategies, and how to make effective squads.
“We have a squad of leaders, us four, and four officers, like Ryker or Ven someone. The officers each have their own squad of three veterans. The rest of the Warriors of Old is broken up into threes, led by veterans of our choosing.”
“What about friends that want to stay together?” Alisa asked. “Like Cat and Vipsania, I’m sure they’d be pretty angry at being separated.”
“We’ll figure that out later,” Mono told her. “We’ll need officers that are well-balanced. They can’t all be swordsmen. I think Pteron and Ryker ought to be officers.”
“How about Mar?” Pop asked. “He’s a good bomber.”
“I’d suggest Ven or Jacques, but they’re too young,” Grub said. “They might be veterans, as they are skilled fighters. I’m sure Lokd would do fine, too.”
“Vipsania is pretty experienced,” Alisa commented. “Maybe her, Ryker, Pteron, and Mar? That’s pretty balanced, as Vipsania and Ryker use both guns and swords, and the others are a gunner and a bomber.”
“Now comes the task of organizing the rest of them…” Mono sighed, lying back in his chair.
!#-^*^-#!
A few hours later, Mono called the Warriors of Old to a meeting. He stood before them prepared to read the squadings off a list. “If you don’t like your squad,” Mono began, “We will fight as a whole group most of the time, so your friends will always be closeby. If the need arises, I may temporarily, or permanently, alter the squading. As for now--”
Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the sound of war. Mono beckoned his soldier to follow him as he rushed to the eastern wall of Haven. In his time here, he had learned of a small entrance to the city. The Warriors of Old followed him through the door in a single-file line, eager to see what was the cause of the sound of battle.
What Mono saw surprised him. Hundreds of knights and gremlins were fighting on the opened field. The Darkwalkers, many of them Mono recognized, had circled another group of knights. The Warriors of Old automatically thrust themselves upon the Darkwalkers. Although Mono gave no orders, the need for revenge ushered many of them into battle.
Mono led the charge on the Darkwalkers. A hail of bullets flew towards the Darkwalkers, slaying many. Mono had drawn his Gilded Griffin and was shooting gremlins and knights. One knight ran toward him, her weaponry sheathed. Mono kept his gun aimed on her until she stopped within conversation ranged. “Who are you?” he asked.
“Doesn’t matter,” the knight panted, raising the mechanical nub of her right arm to point to the Darkwalkers. “Thanks for helping us… They ambushed us…”
“Fight now, talk later!” Pteron said as he passed them, firing his guns faster than most gunslingers.
The woman turned around to face the Darkwalkers and pulled the Rocket Hammer off her back. It thrust her forward into the heat of battle, where she smashed gremlins left and right.
“Who are we helping?” Pteron asked Mono as they gunned down gremlins side-by-side. “Some band of outlaws or a bunch of idiots that just happened to get in a fight with the Darkwalkers?”
“I think they’re members of Sforzandosi, but I could be mistaken,” Mono replied, nailing Darkwalkers in the head.
Mi, 05/13/2015 - 23:30
#33
Well, darn.
(OOC: Sorry it's been a while! I hope to have one done on Saturday as well, and shall be away from home from the 17 to the 24th (I think). I've been rather busy, so sorry for the delay! I would also appreciate some feedbag, even though I haven't posted in nine days. I think I actually saw someone else using that slang, I forgot who (the feedbag = feedback). Well, here it is!)
Chapter Seven: The Darkwalkers’ Defeat
Mono charged forward, ramming himself into a Darkwalker in front of him. The knight flew back, where a member of Sforzandosi stabbed him through the heart. Before he could react, three Darkwalkers pounced on Mono, slashing and stabbing him. The blade of a Flourish pierced his left arm, pinning him to the ground.
The other two raised their blades, but were bowled over by Lokd, who was wielding a hammer. He knocked all three of them out with one swing of the weapon. Mono smiled at him as he tried to stand. Lokd helped him up, murmuring, “Do you need any medical attention?”
“Yes… I… Do,” Mono stammered. When the Darkwalkers had knocked him to the ground, they punched his transplanted lung, making it hard to breathe. “Is Ava anywhere? She’s good at showing up…”
“I’m afraid not,” Lokd replied. “You should go find Dvorän.”
!#-^*^-#!
Grub stabbed his sword through the heart of a Darkwalker in front of him. The treacherous knight was beating Wolfen with his hammer. The second before Grub’s rapier penetrated his heart, the Darkwalker smashed his hammer into Wolfen’s side, crushing his ribs.
Grub grabbed Wolfen as he fell to the ground. “Are your lungs okay?” he asked immediately. “We need to get you some help.”
“I’ll… Be fine… On my own,” Wolfen stammered as he turned to hobble back to Haven.
“Jacques!” Grub yelled. “Escort Wolfen to the hospital!”
“But--,” Jacques complained, but was cut off quickly.
“That is an order!” Grub shouted, turning around to face more opponents.
Three Darkwalkers stood in front of him, their guns aimed at his heart. They smiled devilishly. “That Snarbolax armor won’t save you now,” the one in the middle chuckled. He poked his Firo Driver into Grub’s chest.
Before the Darkwalkers could pull their triggers, another knight charged them with a dark red Grim Repeater. The three Darkwalkers fell dead, their bodies pierced by bullets. “Hello,” she said, relaxing her Area Protection Shield.
“Who are you?” Grub automatically asked. He did not recognize her lithe form, and, judging by the way she fought, he would have if she was a Warrior of Old.
“My name is Actua Blackbolt,” she replied. “I saw this confrontation and decided to pitch in.”
Grub nodded, spinning around to counter a blow from an enemy swordsman. The Darkwalker’s Flamberge pressed against Grub’s Barbarous Thorn Blade, but neither could gain an upper hand. Grub diverted his attention for a second to see if Actua was going to help him, but found that she was already preoccupied.
In the second that Grub averted his gaze, the Darkwalker disarmed him. Grub pulled the Gran Faust off his back and brought it down on his enemy’s head, slicing the unfortunate knight in half. He turned around to search for enemies, but found himself standing in the middle of a crowd of Warriors of Old and members of Sforzandosi.
The knights were all yelling to someone, or something, behind him. They let out cries of victory. Grub saw that they were shouting at the Darkwalkers as they retreated east. “Yeah, stay out of Haven!” he shouted.
!#-^*^-#!
Mono stood in front of the crowd as he did after a battle. “It is time for you to be squaded. Alisa, Grub, Pop, and I will make up the lead squad. The officers, who you will take your orders from, are Mar, Pteron, Ryker, and Vipsania. And the squads will be as follows…”
After a few minutes, Mono finished calling out the squads. “If you have any complaints, visit me later. If you need anything else, call me on my earpiece at 7OZ-QBFL-9529.”
He jumped off the front of the podium and started to walk to Grub’s house, when Ryker stopped him. “Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think I’m qualified to be an officer. I’m a field technician, not a tactician! I can build stuff, I can break stuff, and I can kill stuff. That’s pretty much it.”
“Good,” Mono replied. “You sound qualified to me. As for not being a tactician… None of us are. If you can build stuff, break stuff, and and kill stuff, you have an understanding of warfare, and will work well as an officer. Now stop bothering me!”
!#-^*^-#!
Mono sat down in Grub’s house, across from Sophia Clemente, leader of Sforzandosi. “So…” he said, “I hear you and the Darkwalkers are enemies, yes?”
“We are,” she replied. “I suppose you are too. But we are not allies with the Spiral Order.”
“Then we may one day fight against each other,” Mono said. “As for now, I would like to propose an alliance. As allies, we can work together to destroy the Darkwalkers, but you won’t be bound to the Spiral Order as we are. This alliance can be revoked when necessary.”
“Have you drafted one?” Sophia asked. “I can draft my own while you draft yours and we can discuss compromises, depending on the differences.”
“That sounds fair enough,” Mono answered. As soon as he finished talking, he received a call on his earpiece. Ryker was on the line.
“Hello, Ryker!” Mono greeted him. “I take it you are okay? Or is something wrong?”
“One of my squadmates was lost in the battle with the Darkwalkers,” Ryker informed him sadly. “Xervenzør was gunned down by a Darkwalker. We met another knight, Actua Blackbolt, who asked to join the Warriors of Old. She looks like a great soldier, and I think she could make veteran, if you let her join my squad.”
“Sure,” Mono replied. “Gaps will have to be filled in by new recruits. I’ll also ask my fellow leaders if they know her.”
Do, 05/14/2015 - 13:45
#34
Homestuck!
Mmmmh new chapter. Don't worry about your posting rate. By most standards, a chapter a week is pretty fast.
Sforzandosi starting to get involved. This situation should turn interesting real quick.
Fr, 05/15/2015 - 11:50
#35
:)
Mo, 05/25/2015 - 21:58
#36
Bump...? NOPE! It's ACTUALLY a chapter!
(OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in twelve days! That's an awful long time, but I was gone for seven of those days and busy or sick the other five. I'm still sick as I post this, but not as sick. I was on a school trip to Washington D.C./NYC, so, naturally, I had zero time to write, nor a computer to write with. One of my roommates got me sick, as I'm rather susceptible to illnesses when I travel, so that put me out of the picture for the 24th, being yesterday. Alright, enough of my automated bibliography (that is what it's called, right? Oh, give me a break. I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!), to the chapter! :D
Oh, and @LoN: I gave Leona a little nickname I thought you might appreciate. :3)
Chapter Eight: The Flaming Venom
Leona turned around as a new figure entered the bar. She couldn’t make out his face in the poorly lit room, but she knew her own fur gleamed brightly in the open moonlight. Leona assumed by his hazmat suit that the knight had come to request her services. “How can I help you?” Leona asked, walking up to the knight.
“Are you the one they call the Flaming Venom?” he said in a calm but slightly sinister tone. “You don’t look as dangerous as they say you are…”
Leona suddenly leaped at him, pinning the helpless knight to the ground. Although she was unarmed, her skills without a weapon were remarkable, even for a gremlin. “Most Ghostmane Stalkers are albino,” she said through gritted teeth. “So do you want my services?”
“Y-y-es…” the knight stammered. “I want you to assassinate Sophia Clemente and the hierarchy of Sforzandosi.”
“Sforzandosi, are you out of your mind?” Leona looked at him in disgust. She stood up to allow the knight to stand up. “Sforzandosi practically own this little fortress, and you want me to kill their hierarchy?”
“I can pay you anything,” the knight begged. “Hundreds of thousands of crowns, maybe more than a million!”
“No decent freelancer would betray a client for any amount of money,” Leona responded. “Not even a million crowns. Besides, you don’t even know how much I’m paid to guard this place and keep Sforzandosi protected.”
“What about the Warriors of Old?” the knight asked, hoping that he could still acquire her services. “There’s plenty of them that I want killed.”
“They’re allies with Sforzandosi,” Leona answered. “But one day they’ll be enemies, and then maybe you can request my services. What is your offer to eliminate their hierarchy?”
“Forty thousand crowns,” the knight offered. “I can go higher, but my boss isn’t worried about them as much as Sforzandosi.”
“Who’s this boss of yours?” Leona demanded. “If you pay me a hundred thousand, I’ll fight with his army.”
“My personal boss is Tsímímí, the leader of the Darkwalkers,” the knight replied warily. “He answers to Herex, who answers to Tinkinzar, but very few know that. Most people assume that the Darkwalkers are separate from the gremlins, but in truth, they are still loyal.”
“Tinkinzar and Herex, eh? Take a look at my face. How do you think I got these scars?”
“Tinkinzar?”
“Wrong,” Leona replied quickly. “Herex and company left me for dead when he decided to torch that facility of his where he made Compound 42 Herex. I lost my right ear that day to those bizarre slimes in the facility. I despise Herex and Tinkinzar, so it looks like you and your hierarchy will not be receiving my services. Why don’t you meet me outside this fortress in a few minutes so I might be able to negotiate a deal with you personally?”
“Okay… East side?” he asked. “Oh, and my name is Düzingar’l.”
“East side it is, Düzingar’l,” Leona said before turning away to walk to her room.
She pressed her scarred hand to the lock on beside her door. The lock read her hand and the door opened almost instantly. She grabbed her suit of armor and quickly donned it. The entire room was now colored green from the evaporated Compound 42. Leona held her breath until both her gas mask and Ghostmane Hood were on. Lastly, she clipped her belt of chakrams and vials of Compound 42 to her waist and attached her saw blades to her arms.
The window in Leona’s room was open to prevent too much Compound 42 Herex from building up in. It dispersed evenly in the open air outside without harming many creatures. She looked out the window and saw Düzingar’l waiting at the bottom of the hill. Leona leaped from the window and sprinted down the hill to Düzingar’l below.
“That was fast,” Düzingar’l commented when Leona reached him. “What is it that you wanted to meet me here for?”
“Oh, I just thought that you might not be of any use alive,” Leona replied with a sinister grin beneath her mask.
“What--” Düzingar’l cried out, but was cut short in surprise as one of Leona’s chakrams flew toward his sternum. The circular blade cut through his hazmat suit and chest and landed on the ground behind him. Düzingar’l was dead before his body touched the the ground.
To dispose of any evidence, Leona set the body ablaze with the flamethrowers on the palms of her hands. The grass around Düzingar’l was wet from the early morning dew, as it was two hours from daybreak, so the fire would not spread. To ensure that it would not burn down the forest only a few yards away, Leona decided to watch the fire until it died out. She enjoyed watching fire anyway, so staying up for another few hours meant nothing to her.
Leona snuck back to the mercenary outpost and crawled through her window. She took off her armor, put her weapons away, and sat next to the window with a clear view of the burning body of Düzingar’l. Leona stared intently at the flames for two hours, enjoying every minute of it. As the first piece of the sun crawled over the horizon, the final flickers of flame died. To most inhabitants of Cradle, this morning was calm and peaceful, but for Düzingar’l, it marked the end of his life.
Mo, 05/25/2015 - 22:44
#37
I'm already imagining a fight scene between Ava and Leona...
...or what if one hires the other? XD
Do, 05/28/2015 - 11:53
#38
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Di, 05/26/2015 - 17:06
#39
@Feline-Grenadier
Uhh... Do you mean Aelston? Ava isn't really for hire, and Aelston is only sometimes for hire. He's still loyal to King Tinkinzar.
@Eliott-Shane: Really? You decided to advertise your fanfic on someone else's thread? How rude. Also, if anything, that is going to stop me from even looking at the thread. Considering that I have eyes and check the Treasure Vault most days, I really don't need to be informed that there is a fanfic called EL DIABLO: ANGEL OF DEATH (if my memory is correct; I'm pretty sure that's the whole title on the thread) exists. Also, the Angels of Death are Valkyries, and the Spiral Knights depiction of Valkyries is more angelic than demonic. Just sayin'. Also, be patient or no one will make any apps. Especially if they see you advertising. It makes you look weak and desperate, and, as with guild recruiting, if you look desperate, no one will join. In this case, if you look desperate, no one will make apps. This is the first case of advertisement I think I have ever seen on the forums for a fanfic in this manner. This might be against the forum rules, so if it is...
@Any GM that happens to read this: Please remove this advertisement from my thread, if it is against the forum rules. Also, does this count as spam? I'd like to know (not that I'd resort to this).
Di, 05/26/2015 - 17:47
#40
Homestuck!
Eyyyy Leona makes her debut! The Flaming Venom, yiisssssss.
"How do you think I got these scars?” The Joker suddenly comes to mind.
Very interested to see what's gonna happen next. I suppose Leo's gonna end up working a bit w/ the Knights of Old, if just out of spite to the Darkwalkers.
Branching off of Feline-Grenadier, if all 3 Gremlin characters gathered in one place... I can't imagine how that encounter would end up. Wait, no, actually I can. It ends in flames and a potentially traumatized Aelston ehehehe.
~~~
Regarding forum advertising and all... I don't suppose anyone around here remembers the Pow*6/Little-Cloud epidemic of 2011-2012? Ah man, those were amazing times.
Which is to say they were horrible and all us old timer veterans are scarred for life. That was the one and only time I ever saw the Treasure Vault morph from happy story friend times into a flaming grease ball fueled by flame wars, rage, and caps lock.
Seriously, don't create posts in other people's threads solely for advertising. It'd be much more acceptable if you posted some actual feedback and critiques and whatnot on the story first, and added the ad in as a bit of a side note. I speak from secondary experience. Just some friendly advice.
Wow ok that last bit actually sounded a bit condescending. I'm being sincere here though. Friendly advice from someone who doesn't want a newcomer's experience here ruined.
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:04
#41
@LoN
A "bit"? You should go have a look at Magmarce's thread! There is definitely "a flaming grease ball fueled by flame wars, rage, and caps lock" over there. Those dreadful times you speak of are returning. Pray for the best... Pray to Monomi, to Nick (is he a deity yet?), to Vog to the Sleeper (is that also Monomi? I remember hearing somewhere that someone made a lore of Cradle gods, was it you? I don't remember Monomi in your lorebook...), and to any other video game deities you can think of.
And yes, I 9ja posted this. Hehehe!
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:11
#42
@Necromancer
At least it hasn't spread to the rest of the forum, unlike the pow epidemic. Also, liking the sequel so far Carbon really liked the original too.
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:13
#43
@Root-Kit
Yet another 9ja post, but I'm glad you liked it! Didn't even know you were there. :P A ninja reader, and a ninja poster, eh? :P
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:18
#44
@Carbon
You may have seen me, I just have a different name this time around.
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:21
#45
Homestuck!
"Bit"? Ye mean this "Wow ok that last bit actually sounded a bit condescending." bit? Ok technically there are 2 'bits'. Anyway oh no see that was referencing to my "Just some friendly advice." thing at the end of the previous paragraph, which tbh sounds condescending to me if taken in the wrong light.
But yeah :P
And while we're on the subject of my World of Lorecraft... Lessee if memory serves correctly, Monomi is an unaging nanite amalgamation that is basically viewed as a god by most of the natives of Cradle. Also spoiler alert for TCR that I'm never going to finish anyway so it's not really a spoiler: she gets gibbed by Spiral HQ with EMPs. tsk.
Nick! Sadly he is not a god but rather the retired head of the Spiral Council and leader of the Spiral Knights back on Isora.
I have no idea who the Sleeper is I'm so soorrryyy :(
EDIT: wow 9ja'd by 3 posts while typing this, gg lol
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:28
#46
@LoN
Spoiler Alert for the new missions if you haven't done them!
The Sleeper is the inhabitant of the Core, who talks to you in the Echo Stones. Go do the new missions and you'll see what I mean. I heard some lore a while back about Monomi being the one who talks to you in the Echo Stones, and therefore the Sleeper.
Spoilers over.
The Romans and Greeks made statues of their gods, and we have a statue of Monomi in the Snipe Garden, and we have a statue of Nick, so I guess Nick has been promoted to the "rank" of "god." Worship or it's heresy! :P
@Root-Kit: Oh, well, that would explain some things... :P
Di, 05/26/2015 - 18:40
#47
Homestuck!
Ooh well that's interesting. Yeah I actually haven't completed the new missions yet. That new FSC is just so difficult for me to solo :/
Interesting thing I noted about the Monomi statue. It seems that every single gun puppy statue in the game faces another gun puppy. Like they're paired up or something. (also note the Roarmulous Twins). HOWEVER Monomi is the only Gun Puppy statue I have ever seen that is alone.
Ok well she has Nick and like 12brazilian Snipes for company but I mean she's the only one I've noticed that doesn't seem to have a counterpart facing her.
...Also I just realized that the term 'noted' may be shorthand for 'noticed.' Note, notice, notes, notices, noted, noticed, ect ect ect eyyyyy completely irrelevant word correlation stuff I'll um i'll just go
('Vacation' is based off the word 'vacate!') ok fine fine fine I'm going no need to push meeeeeeeee
Di, 05/26/2015 - 19:10
#48
@LoN
That's a really interesting thought. I see your point about the rocket pups entirely. And you can easily solo Shadowplay on normal. For Dreams and Nightmares (DaN. Almost DNA) I highly suggest a party if you go on Elite. The last level is a Radie farm if there ever was one. It can cost some sparks for me though... D: I suck at SK, so I just write about it and pretend I'm as OP as Mono and Co. :P
Do, 05/28/2015 - 12:01
#49
:-(
look man, i apologize for all the trouble I caused you, I aldready apologized to MagMag and I got a pretty disturbing answer back :-/. look I know I deserved that answer and all but I am really having a hard time at home so please i just expect you to forgive me and go on with your fanfic
btw, that stuff 'bout your age was totally inspiring, thanks for that, and just in case you reconsider, do you wannabe my friend, I could really use one here, thanks again.
- Soham Govind Devdhar
Do, 05/28/2015 - 22:38
#50
<No comment>
I felt like commenting but I have nothing to comment and it was either this or be silent and I can't stand be silent so I wrote this really long sentence with no periods so that only people with really big lungs could read it, I could probably make it longer but it seems like a waste of time so I am going to stop.
Cool story Hansel
Name : Sophia "The Big Sis" Clemente
Species : Isoran
Age : 27
Gender : Female
Appearance : Took a few tries to get her to an acceptable level.
Personality :
A woman hardened by years of rough experiences of all kinds, she turns out to be quite the gutsy optimist for her kind of lifestyle. When she isn't looking out for herself (because self is first on her list), she's supporting her rookies to the best of her ability. For being Guildmaster, her abilities could go quite far with just a dash of luck and a lot of work. While she does hold familial-types of relationships with those in her guild, outside she's seen to be a promiscuous predator ready to pounce on her nearest prize, be it a night with a little'un, some quick cash, or even an intentional fight with the nearest law officer.
Just like an alpha in a pack, she doesn't take potential threats too well. Anyone acting out of their position gets her suspicion; anyone who thinks they can do her job better get instant tryouts with her iron arm. Both of these kind of people end up the same : broken limbs, shattered dreams, and a notecard with her lipstick mark on it. For most, that isn't a bad substitute.
Bio :
Sophia was born a daughter of a somewhat well to-do aristocrat, and lived nicely alongside nobles and middle-class men and women until she was 8. Even predating the civil strife concerning the Warriors of Old, Sophia's family had lived separated from most of the world within the streets of wealth. The money was abundant all over the area.
It was no surprise bandits would settle down here. At first, they presented themselves as gypsies, and then later, brigands. By the time anyone had noticed, they had already replaced most of the policing positions in there.
Anyhow, this Dona of the crime family decided to move into the town around the time Sophia was 8. They didn't mean harm at all, but given their reputation, it was probable that a group of young men, mostly consisting of a rag-tag team of young men leading older boys, would initiate a fight on one of the family's associates. They broke both his legs. The Dona was not pleased with that.
Within the hour of receiving the news, every major household was held hostage and had to pay about half of their life savings to him. Sophia's household, however, was a legislative one; they didn't have a family craft to rely upon, and so Sophia's father's income was much, much lower than the others'.
Consequently, Sophia was dragged out the door, but not before cutting off her own arm (she was being dragged away by the Dona's armored guards, so she did what she had to : a reckless judgment) with an axe. The sacrifice was meaningless as she was still captured, and within the day, had her nub of an arm fully treated.
While she was recovering in a sort of half-coma, the bandits cleared out of the town, with their cover lifted, and off into the Clockworks they went.
She would return later, though a changed young lady. Until she was 13, she was used as a sort of sick concept of a child-dancer, and then until 16 years of age, as a cat burglar, and then until 18, a part of the bandito guard.
From 18 onwards, she had changed from "Little Lass" to "Little Sister" to "Sister", promotions in rank for her service in the family. It was when she was turning 19, another Commission meeting, did she flip the power table. You see, the initial Dona had grown old, and he was planning an heir. She knew that among her peers, there were more than a few eager to just shoot him and take the title for themselves.
In fact, she was planning to do that at first, but seeing the competition, she decided to pull off a trick a month past her birthday.
They had settled, after traveling a circuit course across many other Fiendish and Almirian cities, back at Haven, and she decided to hold a feast there. All of the Commission went, and it was on that day did she show off her new arm; she had spent most of her money making it, though she picked up most of the metal herself. With a group of amazing blacksmiths (that knew of her identity), she had it built within that month.
And so, she put it to use. No one had brought their weapons with them, but that metal arm was all she needed. In fact, she had grown this ability in secret, resetting watches and disrupting clockworks with just a touch. Without even lifting a finger on that arm, she crushed her competition's lives as though they were statues against a hammer.
She had also tipped off the guard of the crime group's presence, so she'd have an alibi as to why the Commission had all been killed so. Using this, she eliminated the more ambitious, more obviously threatening of her family.
And so, within that month, she had taken control of perhaps the second or third-most threatening guilds in the Spiral Order. And it's been seven years since then. She only gets better and better with age...
Extras :
- Cook, clean, darn, knit... <---All those, she can do. In fact, she's been doing these things as a kid!
- Eyes <---Before her mother retired, she's one of the few that was involved in Vog hunts. Her possession of a Fang of Vog threw a wrench in the works of genetics, but besides the annoyingly visible eyes and the white hair, there isn't much else.
- Swordswoman - Using both fleshy or metal arm doesn't matter; a sword is a sword, and it must be used like a sword! Besides being ambidextrous in swordplay, heavier swords don't look as nearly as heavy on her as they do others. I mean, who the heck can swing a Gran Faust 3 times?!
- Mater ex Machina - Something her subordinates like to call it, Sophia can move machines with great dexterity so long as her nub (and any other machinery connected to it) is in contact with it. Complex and heavier machines, though, warrant her a nosebleed. After all, trying to control something the size of a planet is near-impossible; it's only through a bit of guesswork and labor with her heavy arm that she's able to even slow an elevator...if not bring it to a stop entirely. Don't even mention the ensuing headaches...
- Weapons :
Furious Flamberge
Warmaster Rocket Hammer
Gilded Griffin
Kamacite Arm