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lampmeeting · 3 years

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F L O Y any pairings you want!!!! I’m so happy you quit!!!??

ME TOO i had such a nice day hahaha :') thank you!

any pairings i want huh?? oh boy let's put this under a cut hehe

(abigaar, magnate, chickles and nategaar)

"F" for fake dating - ABIGAAR :3c

tyr and skwisgaar keep in touch, and aww he's such a sweet dad figure. always wanting to know about skwisgaar's upcoming "concerts" and prying cutely for information about anyone skwisgaar's involved in ("saws you on reds carpets with a pretty blondes girl. you dates her? brings her to swedens, i cooks dinner!") it's nice, but skwisgaar for some reason doesn't have the heart to tell tyr that he doesn't exactly DO dating, so he puts him off and puts him off.

this gets more pressing after doomstar. skwisgaar starts feeling the guilt for avoiding visiting the man who's been trying to make a real fatherly effort for the last couple years. but he doesn't have anyone in mind to bring "home" to tyr's house. groupies aren't exactly an appropriate choice, he decides. but he tells tyr he'll come to visit with his girlfriend.

enter abigail. in charles' absence, she stepped in to manage the band ("just for the time being. it's not permanent." but she's not exactly actively helping them look for another candidate. as much as she wants nothing more to do with dethklok after the whole kidnapping thing, she can't seem to shake the feeling that she's meant to be there with them right now, that her continued presence in their lives is important somehow)

she notices skwisgaar seems distracted, off his game, and after a weirdly ungood practice session, she takes him aside to ask if he's all right. skwisgaar's never been great at being aloof around her, she cuts through his bullshit so fast, so he just admits it - tyr wants to meet his nonexistent girlfriend, and he doesn't know what to do. "needs to finds someone whats ams, y'know, classy. preskentsable. a nice girls."

abigail's listening to him intently. she's dressed in a classy blouse and pencil skirt, the jewel of her necklace resting below the dip in her collar. she looks very...presentable, doesn't she? skwisgaar swallows. and abigail is very nice...

"someones...smarts. goods to talks to, likes how we ams talkings rights now, evens."

abigail tilts her head at him curiously.

"maybes, uhhms...someones whats has beautifuls brown hairs? and ams nameds...aaabigaaaails...?"

she snorts a laugh into her hand. well, she has been desperately needing a vacation, and she knows skwisgaar won't try anything untoward... what could go wrong?

(this can also blend into Bed Sharing when they arrive in sweden and realize that tyr has put "the lovebirds" up in his guest bedroom...with only one bed)

"L" for Love at First Sight - MAGNATE

pre-preklok. magnus is (or, err, was) a moderately well-known local musician in phoenix. at 34 years old, though, he's kinda worn out his welcome. he never made it big, he's bounced between a dozen bands over the last 15 years, and now there are cooler, younger musicians coming up in the scene and man magnus just feels so old and bitter. maybe he should just give up music. what has it ever done for him except lead him to heartbreak after heartbreak (professional and personal)?

he goes out one night by himself. there's this new death metal band he's been hearing rumblings about. apparently the lead vocalist is like ten years younger than him and is definitely gonna be Somebody someday, and magnus is in a mood to drink and feel real fucking sorry for himself.

the opening band sucks, but then Abyssal Carcass takes the stage and the vocalist is broad-shouldered with long, silky black hair pooling over his shoulders and obscuring his face. he holds the mic in a massive fist, and when the first song starts and he opens his mouth to roar, magnus' heart nearly forgets how to beat. he's enchanted. that voice is so unlike anything he's ever heard before...he wants it. he wants it for himself. he wants to write songs for that voice. he wants to hear that voice in his ear, saying his name.

he doesn't see the man's face until after the second song when the vocalist finally stands up to his full height and rakes his hair back with a lift of his beefy arm. chiseled features, strong jaw, green eyes. magnus doesn't know if this is love or lust, maybe it's both, maybe it's jealousy, maybe he's just a sad old man wanting what he can't have.

after the show, magnus is visibly drunk and hangs around to catch the band before they leave. the vocalist sees him, and oh shit, he recognizes him. "oh shit, you're magnus hammersmith, right? from witch visions?"

"and servitor. and alchemical castration. and..." magnus blanks. too drunk. "...others, i presume."

the vocalist laughs deep and warm in his chest, and fuck... yup. magnus has it bad already.

"hey, ditch your band tonight. let's get outta here, you and me." magnus slings an arm around the guy's huge shoulders. "tell me your name again, bud?"

"oh, uh, nathan."

"nathan! nathan. lemme buy you a beer, nathan. i got a little business proposition for you."

"O" is for Opposites Attract - CHICKLES

preklok! charles gets a call from a near-hysterical toki in the middle of the night that pickles has been in an accident. clipped by a car while trying to jaywalk downtown, and now he's in the hospital having emergency surgery on a fractured leg. this is about a year after charles starts working for them, maybe just a few months after magnus' departure and toki's hiring, so everything's felt really stressful and up in the air, and NOW THIS.

charles of course gets dressed and races to the hospital to make sure pickles is being taken care of properly (no other reason, he's simply concerned for his client). pickles gets out of surgery, he's busted up real bad but he'll heal just fine the doctors say as long as he rests properly and keeps off his feet. easier said than done when it comes to pickles, and just a few days later charles swings by the apartment to see, to his horror, that pickles has drugged himself up and is trying to "walk it off" and still practice drums with the full kit. the others, it seems, are perfectly fine with pickles' attempts to do this.

in the interest of the band's future, pickles' leg needs to heal properly. he needs rest, relaxation, healthy meals. so charles does the only thing he can think of that will keep pickles safe from himself: he invites pickles to stay with him until he recovers.

of course pickles makes a terribly messy roommate and complains every step of the way, and charles is strict almost beyond reason. they end up getting into a huge argument about it, and charles finally breaks down and admits that no he's not doing this to make pickles' life miserable or teach him a lesson about wandering drunk through the streets, it's because he CARES about him damnit!

charles freezes, certain he's overstepped every boundary he's ever set for himself professionally and personally, and then pickles just sniffles, smiles, and says, "you...really care about me, charlie?" ;~;

"Y" is for Years of Friendship First - NATEGAAR

i mean...this has to be nategaar, right?

they've been fast friends ever since skwisgaar auditioned for dethklok, when nathan and magnus and murderface all looked at each other and went "YUP" simultaneously. the two of them just vibed. maybe it was nathan's penchant for short, easily-digestible words and phrases, and skwisgaar's minimal english at the time. magnus and murderface were both wordy motherfuckers, and skwisgaar would normally tune them out. but talking to nathan, or even not talking at all, always came easy. and musically they were so aligned nathan thought magnus was jealous.

bandmates came and went. years passed. so much happened, so much changed. the near-breakup of dethklok, the events of doomstar, the takedown of salacia. the dust settled. dethklok was no more, the spell of their success broken, their god powers depleted, sacrificed in the final battle.

nathan still makes music. he has to. it's not quite as angry and dire as the stuff he used to write, but he likes it. and skwisgaar likes it, which feels like the most important thing. for some reason, when the others all went their separate ways to live their lives apart from the band, nathan and skwisgaar couldn't leave each other. at first nathan told himself it a professional thing. they were just so accustomed to making music together, so of course they'd want to keep doing that. but they eventually realize they're spending all their time together even outside of working on the music. and nathan's slowly moving into skwisgaar's house. and sleeping over a lot. and helping skwisgaar make breakfast. and if they hug a lot it's just because they're such awesome friends. and if they kiss a little, well, guys in europe kiss all the time, right? who cares.

a couple years later, when nathan's mother jokes that he should visit and "bring that husband of yours with you", the two of them look at each other and realize... oh. ohhh.

#THANK YOU AHHHHH!!! 8)#THIS WAS FUN #my writing

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Mission

With a black umbrella held over his head, Lu Mingfei looked up at the Cassell Clinic on the top floor. The rain fell in white drops from the dark cloud overhead, hitting his face and running down his cheeks like tears. Tigre was back in hospital after a huge blackout had rocked the campus. Lu Mingfei had been called to a meeting in the Library.

Four somber professors had faced him. Guderian, his mentor and recruiter all those years ago, Schneider, the leader of the Executive Department and the mentor of Chu Zihang, his Senior Brother, Manstein, mentor to Nono and leader of the Disciplinary committee,and Toyama, the school Psychologist and mentor to Tigre.

They stood in front of a holographic map that displayed the border of the United States and Mexico. A bright red circle was hovering somewhere near Texas.

Did they really have to explain? Whatever that angry red circle meant it had to be something big for all of them to be here and, given the recent events, he wouldn’t be surprised at a direct attack.

Lu Mingfei was just tired.

And who wouldn’t be? The idea of fighting dragons never appealed to him. It was true that he’d rather be here than wasting away in his Chinese hometown. But did he always have to choose between two extremes? Either wasting his life on pointless pursuits, or risking it in grave danger.

He’d managed to make a few friends, but they were all gone. He came to Cassell for Nono. Now Nono left to do Bridal Training after accepting Caesar’s proposal. Caesar was gone managing the Italy Branch in Rome. And Chu Zihang was wandering the world doing missions. Not even Fingel was here, reassigned to Cuba weeks ago. Technically, he was supposed to be running the Student Union, but Isabel was the one who followed him around and did everything for him most of the time. As for the rest of the Student Union, he had little in common with them. Those people were obsessed with their assets and dignitaries and properties and procedures, and none of these things interested him. His life was suddenly very dull. You would think that having this mission would excite him. He just groaned when the message came on his phone.

Now he was fighting dragons without even his friends for company.. He dreaded it. Not even the Little Devil was interested in his mission. Usually that irritating child would pop up if there was a lucrative opportunity for him to try to get him to sell his life away.

Lu Mingfei sighed to himself and said nothing.

Guderian frowned a bit but then continued. “Now that we’re all here. Let’s get started. Norma? Please report.”

“Gladly.” The ethereal translucent blue girl floated down like an angel from the ceiling. “I scanned the records for similar EMP reports around the area where the student called “Tigre” was discovered and found three separate instances. In the Chihuahuan desert.”

The map zoomed in and three X marks appeared. “What is more, these EMPs correspond to a spike in deaths and disappearances from migrants crossing the border into the US from Mexico. It is said that hundreds disappear at this time never to be seen again. While some disappearances can be explained as natural, it’s possible that they are related to dragons. This particular route is called the “La Ruta de Muerte”. it's rumored that no one who passes through this route ever makes it to the other side.”

A long blood red trail was marked on the map. “It is about 10 miles long in total. However, we will only need to concern ourselves with the inmost trail. Because this matches the information given to us by Doctor Toyama.”

“The evidence is still shaky. It is difficult to confirm anything. The desert environment efficiently removes all traces of bodies. However, we have been able to receive confirmed sightings of aberrant creatures within the vicinity for quite some time. It wasn’t until Toyama’s vision that we believe we have enough evidence to put together a team.”

“Vision?” Mingfei turned to look at him. He didn’t know much about Toyama. There was not much reason for him to see a psychologist.

Toyama stepped forward and handed him a black folder. “These are all my findings so far. We believe that some sort of dragon has come into contact with Tigre. That is why his dragon blood purity is so high without him turning into a Death Servitor. What the 3E detected wasn't him, but what was inside him.”

“Inside?” Lu Mingfei opened the folder.

“The EMP that shook the campus occured when we tried to run an MRI on Tigre. Whatever is implanted in his skull woke up and used an EMP as a defense mechanism.”

“Wait… Tigre has a dragon… in his head?” Lu Mingfei stared at the picture of the eye shaped scar on Tigre's scalp. "A tattoo of an eye…"

"Chu Zihang reported an eye shaped mark on a man captured by the hybrid smuggling ring where Tigre came from." Schneider said. "He attempted to free that man but when he damaged that eye-shaped mark, the man died."

Lu Mingfei's eyes suddenly turned dull. "What do you want me to do?"

“Right now, Tigre is our only lead. He provided us with a vision of a great tree that is growing out of a dragon. We are not certain what that vision means but we believe that sending him with you is the only way to find the mystery at the center of all this..” Toyama said.

Lu Mingfei lifted his head from the folder. "What? Isn't he just a freshman? But he's your student?!"

Toyama sighed, but didn't reply. “There are no reports of any such large tree and this environment would not support a tree of this size. We believe that the tree is residing in a Nibelungen. It's possible you will not be able to reach it without him."

Lu Mingfei took the stairs to the fifth floor. Physical training had made him physically stronger, and his experience in Genji Heavy Industries turned him off elevators forever.

He entered the vault using his phone. Tigre was once again in bed, sleeping but now he was hooked up to a lot more monitoring equipment. A dozen little paper disks adhered electrodes to his head. EVA was likely monitoring his brain waves.

When Tigre turned to look, he had no contacts in, but wore sunglasses. His eyes were clear and innocent. "It's too early for dinner…" He said.

"I'm not here to bring you food. You've… been assigned to me for a Dragonslaying mission." Mingfei had heard those words so many times. But this was the first time saying them. He felt sick. How could it be possible that words could taste so disgusting? Is it because he finally understood their meaning?

Or was it because he finally was on the other side of it. As a freshman student, he was clueless of the danger. There was no way anyone could have been able to tell him what he was in for without scaring him off. But they knew.

That's what sickens him now.

When Chu Zihang was recovering, Lu Mingfei tried to visit him as much as he could, but while he was at his bedside, Zihang confessed everything. He'd wanted to save the man in the smuggling ring. Release his contact with the illegal organization. He wanted to let the doctors go… but he'd failed all of that.

"But Tigre is doing well." Chu Zihang turned and looked at him, covered in bandages, tubes and wires. "Please care for him. I can't be here to help."

"Are you alright?"

Lu Mingfei suddenly realizes he's been silent for several seconds. He laughs, completely changing demeanor. "Oh I'm fine! Fine! I daydream a lot. There have been times I've just completely zoned out and missed a flight or a train. Don't mind it."

Tigre smiles a little. "What's the Dragonslaying mission about?"

Lu Mingfei's smile fades a bit. "Oh you won't have a big role. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of most of it. Just… treat it like a field trip."

#Dragon Raja

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nika-the-hunter · 4 years

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House of Mist [Ch. 10]

So I apologize for the massive delay. This chapter was going to be a flashback POV from the Archon, but writers block and the current world events have sort of driven that to a halt. In an effort to move the story along, I'm setting the flashback aside for maybe a future chapter/project. I reordered some of the storyboard to fit these changes. Hopefully other chapters will take less time, but I said that last time... so we'll see.

Northern Seattle Ruins, Pacific Northwest House Mist Territory +157 Days

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Nicole sighed. "The House of Devils seem to have been a real thorn in your side for a long time."

The Archon let out a deep chuckle. "Yes, yes, they have been. Even back on the initial fleets, the Devils were the worst of the worst. Hence their name in your tongue." Marakis sighed and shook his head. His tone dropped. "They've been responsible for many atrocities against your kind, we hear a lot from the humans around here."

"I do want to hear more about the humans here... but... what did you do to draw the Devil's anger?" she asked.

"Well... that is a long one. Centuries ago, while we were living on one of the moons of your sixth planet. The House of Devils managed to track us down. They held us hostage with their superior numbers and ships. We may have had more hardware, but not the crews to use it."

He lifted a computer tablet from the table beside him and slowly swiped through it. "They threatened to wipe us out if we did not act as cannon fodder for their assault on what you call the Last City. There was nothing we could do about it." He brought an image up on the tablet and showed it to her. Smoke billowing up with a Spiderwalker in the foreground. Eliksni were grouped up around its legs, standing in the snow. A small village beneath the rim of something in the sky.

Her Ghost appeared and looked at the image. "This is the Last City? Is this the battle of Six Fronts?"

The Archon nodded. "I do believe that this is what your people call it."

Nicole slapped the Ghost. "So you do know stuff!"

He twirled around with the slap and stopped to blink at her. "It's not really useful information."

"NoT uSeFul inForMaTiOn." Nicole repeated his words in a mocking tone "I don't have any memories of anything. All information is good information."

The Ghost's fins angled down, giving him a frown look. "Okay fine. Once the Archon has finished with this info dump, maybe I can give you another."

The Archon clapped all four of his hands together. "By the Great Machine, you two are adorable. Ghosts have a much better sense of humor than our Servitors."

"Adorable or not," Nicole sighed and leaned back into her chair. "Please continue your story."

"Right right," he paused. "The battle went on for an awfully long time, the Humans were defending the city well. Our Kell decided to take the chance and we retreated. We took all our people and ran. And when the Devils came for us, to make good on their threat; we sprung a trap."

Marakis sighed and looked down at the floor briefly. "The Kell and his Barons stayed behind and held off the Devils as if Mist in its entirety was fighting back. Meanwhile they had the rest of us climb aboard our ships hidden beneath the oceans of the moon... when the time was right, we escaped. The ships jumped to warp immediately upon leaving the methane seas. I do not know what happened once we left, but from what we were able to work out, the shockwave from all our ships disabled the Devil Ketches and prevented them from tracking us here. As far as I know, our Kell and his barons fell in combat, except for Baron Acskis who he sent here to lead our warriors. Acskis has been angry about that ever since."

"He feels guilty that he was the only Baron to survive and not to die with the others" Nicole gave a sidelong glance at her Ghost, remembering that initial shot blowing out her thigh after the first fight in the Pass. Acskis had a monologue about a battle against the Guardians that night before killing her.

"Indeed, many of the old guard perished in the fight with your Last City and the Devils." He shook his head. "The Kell wanted there to be an experienced military leader to advise his son, who took up the mantle of Kell."

"I take it you may have had a run in with Acskis' anger?" He asked, noticing the look on Nicole's face.

"Yes... he shot me many times before finishing me off one night. Threatened to kill Rykis if we told anyone what happened." Nicole felt like informing the Archon was probably safe, and the best solution to that issue. Acskis had to be dealt with.

The Archon signed and interlaced his fingers; his Ether mask bubbled as he took a breath in. "That is troubling... That region is frequented by Human caravans, causing problems with them can be a relations disaster. I will talk with the Kell... and as for you with your acceptance into the House, you can move wherever you want within our territory. I think you would find yourself safer here in... as you humans say... Seattle."

Nicole nodded slowly; she did not want to leave her tower on the edge of the lake. Plenty of future plans had been made for fixing that place up. "Yes... I think I'll have to talk to Rykis about that."

Marakis perked up at that. "You want to talk with the Vandal about moving somewhere else?" He shifted in his seat. "Consulting an Eliksni?"

"Well... yeah..." Nicole felt like she was on the spot. "Rykis and I have basically been living together for the last five months. I think he deserves to be considered... Speaking of... where is he?"

"I never considered the effects of placing an Eliksni with a newly risen Guardian full time..." the Archon ignored Nicole's question and spoke quietly to himself in his own language. Thankfully Rykis had been a good teacher. He seemed to be in thought for a long time. "Well... how close would you say you two are?"

Nicole glanced up at the Archon, a bit of a blush and unease across her face. "I... would say we're pretty close."

He chuckled. "I do not think that he was going to come, I can have one of my associates get him and bring him here."

She nodded. "Yes, that would be nice, thank you."

The Archon summoned a Vandal from somewhere nearby and assigned them to find Rykis. Hopefully, they will come back with the right one; Nicole was not sure if Eliksni had last names but at this point she was too afraid to ask.

"If they are able to track him down, they'll bring him here. There must be more questions you would like to ask?"

"What made you stay here, in the ruins specifically?" She asked, it was not her first question, but keeping in line with the story he told would make it easier to remember.

"Ah well that was simple. The Ketch carrying our main Ether producing Servitor was damaged while escaping the Arcology, the ship crashed into the bay just off this city, and the wreckage was too twisted to free it. At the time it was our only Servitor of considerable size, we could not abandon it."

The Archon waved around, "Now we have many servitors, and we've built a place for us and the Human survivors that wish to take a chance on us. Mist has spent the past centuries forging a place where we can atone for our failures with Humankind. We are not a large house, but we hope it is enough."

Nicole gave him a smile. "Well I do hope that I can help with that." She believed this Eliksni was telling the truth about their motives. Absolutely nothing she had seen so far told her anything different, but the view of life she got in the ruins across the lake was not exceptionally large. "What about the Humans? What can you tell me about them?" There had been a handful of Humans at the admittance ceremony, some wearing House Mist garb, and some not.

"Oh Humans, they're wonderful. There are maybe a few hundred living across Mist Territory, primarily in their own enclaves that are mostly self-sufficient. We trade regularly with a few scattered settlements out across the mountain passes as well, but those haven't been seen since the Devils took up residence there."

She frowned, from what she had heard from Rykis the settlements out there have been quiet for years. 'I see... with the pass cleared will we be making a trip out there to check on them?"

"Likely yes, we also need to restore contact with the Mist crew over at the hydroelectric dam. Flybys with the Jackwings during the battle last month showed that the humans and dam looked to be faring well. But we have not heard from them in a while. Plus, the locals have asked us to check up on some of their people that were out of the flightpath."

"When do you think we'll head out there and do that? Can I go with them?"

"I do think that you will definitely be on that team." He replied. "Make no mistake there. They will want you to meet the locals." The Archon stood and motioned for her to follow him outside. "I anticipate the Kell sending you and the team out in the next few months, they've been doing too many missions lately, we need time to rest and recuperate."

"Then I would like to visit the humans that live here, is that possible?" Nicole asked, passing through the doors behind the Archon.

"That is something we may do. I can have the Vandals bring Rykis to meet us there too." Marakis replied.

"Well, I'd rather speak with them on my own, if you don't mind." She wanted to speak with the other humans on her own terms, and not have the Archon intimidating them. Their opinions on the House of Mist would help her ultimately determine her own thoughts about the trustworthiness of Mist from the Human perspective. From the Eliksni perspective, they seemed alright so far.

He walked her out to an old reflecting pool area underneath the tall art installations she had seen from the air. Various sculptures were surrounded by plants spiraling out from the center. It was obviously well curated. "I think we can do that." The Archon nodded. "Come, to the Skiff"

Nicole followed along to the waiting ship; the rain finally having let up. The Archon must have some sort of non-verbal communication with those that work around him, the oversized Skiff was powered up and ready to go as soon as they boarded.

They did not travel far, and the Skiff stayed low over the rooftops. It headed northwest, over the trees and crumbling buildings. Crossing the old docks, to a large steep hill covered in old low-rise buildings. The structures here looked like they were somewhat newer than the buildings downtown; however, they were far more overgrown. Small trees and bushes sprouted from the tops of buildings, the long unkempt remnants of rooftop gardens and greenspace.

On the other side of the hill was a wide flat area, ringed in a much smaller version of the wall that surrounded the Seattle area. The buildings inside were not very overgrown, many looked like they were still maintained. The area butted right up against the steep hillside that dropped down to the beach, where the water still lapped against the sand. Once the Skiff had done a flyover, it lowered down to an open area outside the wall.

"What is this place?" Nicole asked, hopping out once the Archon disembarked.

"This is one of the local enclaves that the Humans have. This site is arguably older than our habitation of the ruins, but they did not seem to mind once trading started."

Now that they were on the ground, Nicole could see a gate built into the wall. Either side was flanked with House of Mist banners but other, much older, banners blew on a pole above the gate. She had seen one down at the old base... Steilacoom. It was all over that place; painted on rusting vehicles and in tatters on poles. She had to guess that it represented what this region was way back in the Golden Age. The other banner on the pole was not the same layout as the top flag. It had a black and white sea animal superimposed on a geometrical shape. She had seen that before. The faded words on the bottom were not needed for her to recognize the UMIC company logo, the same one from the ID she had found on her old body armor. Thinking on it, she actually did recall the top banner from the card too. It had just been too faded.

She walked forward, taking the lead ahead of Marakis. This was something she wanted to do, finally really meeting fellow Humans.

Her Ghost appeared over her shoulder and looked around the wall. "Seems a bit more hastily built than the other one," he commented. "Last minute construction during the collapse?"

"Maybe, you can ask when we get inside." Nicole replied.

The Archon remained by the Skiff, respecting her wish to meet alone. Nicole approached the door and it began to swing open.

On the other side was an older scruffy Human. He was dressed in a worn bright yellow poncho, reminding Nicole that it had been raining just minutes before. A rifle was slung over his shoulder. He gave her a once over, and stopped on her Ghost, who was giving the old electrical control panel a digital prod. His face lit up. "Guardian! Welcome to Fort Discovery!" He waved her inside excitedly. "Come in, come in."

Nicole smiled and hurried inside. "Please, call me Nicole." The doors behind her slid closed, leaving the Archon outside with the Skiff. "What do I call you?"

"I am Pedro Luzana, sort of the person in charge here." A woman, also wearing a poncho jogged up to them as he led her through their small village. "And this is Athena Miller, my second in charge."

Nicole nodded to them. "Well it is good to meet both of you. I think the two of you are the only humans I've yet to meet face first."

"Right" Athena drew out the word. "You're that new guardian that Mist found poking around the old tunnels, aren't you?"

"Well, I wasn't just down there on my own accord. That's where my Ghost rezzed me." Nicole followed the two as they walked further into the 'fort'.

From the air, this place had looked deserted, and while not as overgrown as the rest of the area, definitely not livable; however from the ground, she could see that most of the overgrowth was on top of awnings and that the ground level was decorated and clear of plants. Human children played in the covered porches of the houses while the adults busied themselves, but everyone waved at the Guardian when they passed.

"Schematics." Athena said.

Pedro chuckled and put his hand on Athena's shoulder. "I'll tell you, when we heard that a Guardian had shown up down in Seattle, we were worried that all this stuff here would come to an end. But then the word came that you wanted to join up, everyone was relieved."

Nicole cocked her head to the side. "As you probably heard I don't know much about other Guardians; them showing up would be bad?"

He shrugged. "Guardians have a habit of shooting at anything non-human and never asking questions. We've never seen one up this way, but stories get passed from the trading caravans. They also like to round up any 'refugees' as they call 'em and send them down to that 'Last City' of theirs." He put his hands up in defense. "Not to say that living in the wildlands isn't dangerous elsewhere, but we've been lucky to have the House of Mist as neighbors."

"Well that's honestly relieving to hear," Nicole said. "I wanted to talk to someone here one on one so that I could find out if this whole Mist situation was okay. All I really know was what Mist told me since I woke up here."

"Mhmm, what we carved out here is good... well, what our founders made has worked well. I'm a third generation Fort Discovery resident. My great grandmother made her way here from a settlement beyond the mountains that got raided by another Fallen House." Pedro had led them to a collection of tables outside of a mostly open building. She could smell food and heard sizzling from inside. "Please have a seat. We can keep talking here."

Nicole plopped down in a seat, she had to adjust her new cloak so that it did not bunch up behind her against the chair back. "So, you called the House of Mist your neighbors? Their Archon said that you were part of Mist."

He sat across from her, and Athena took the seat beside the both of them. "Well yes, we are technically part of the House, but they let us run ourselves. We trade with their markets, help them fish and farm, even assist in the repair of things. Some bits of our old tech still need the Human touch. Do you drink?"

Nicole hummed to herself as she thought about the relationship between Mist and the Humans here. Everything seemed to be working fine with them. "Drink?" she asked, a bit confused, of course she drank water.

"Alcohol or beer? You know that sort of thing." Pedro replied.

The look on Nicole's face was probably response enough, as Athena broke out in a laugh. "I don't think she knows what that stuff is, Pedro."

"No? Right you're newly risen." He looked back into the building over his shoulder and got the attention of another Human inside. "Peter, can you get a cider for our Guardian guest?" The man inside nodded and disappeared deeper in the building. Pedro turned back to the table. "We'll start you on something easy," he laughed.

Nicole gave him a quizzical look. She had been alive for five months now, only eating what the Eliksni were eating, and drinking water. The food was good, but the water was just water. The other human, Peter, brought out a couple mugs and set them on the table. The amber liquid inside fizzed a little. "What is cider?"

"Well, it's a drink made from apples, or other like fruit. We used to get a lot from across the mountains, but that hasn't happened since the Devils closed the pass. This cider here has a kick to it. I think you'll like it." Pedro took his mug and had a sip.

Taking the mug from the table, Nicole looked into it, and gave it a sniff. It smelled bitter, but with a hint of something her mind said was fruity. The deep, not forgotten part of her head said it was apple. Shrugging, she took a sip and let it wash over her tongue. Instant regret. While it started out alright, the after taste was just not good. "Well... it's not bad." She winced. "Never had anything like it before." She set the mug back down on the table. Intent on getting back to the conversation, she looked around and then back to Pedro. "Is there anything bad about Mist? Or the situation?"

Lowering his mug, he set the now empty glass back down. "Eh... not really. They seem really eager to let us be most of the time. I don't think I can think of any incidents in my lifetime that come from Mist. Occasionally a small group of Devils will make it past the perimeter and bother us at our wall, but that's extremely rare."

Nicole thought back to the first night she was rezzed, and the Devil ambush she and Rykis ran into on the other side of the lake. That had been within the supposed safe area. She had put a stop to a lot of those when she helped clear the pass. "So, you think I should trust them?"

Pedro and Athena both nodded at the same time. "Hell yes," he exclaimed, "Like I said, Mist has been good to us, and having a Guardian here might just boost the stability of the area to where we start attracting other people."

"Might attract things we don't want though," Athena pointed out from behind her own mug of cider.

"And that's what I'm for," Nicole nodded, understanding.

"Exactly." Pedro laughed. "Hey Nicole, if you ever have any other questions, feel free to stop by. We'll be happy to help out."

"I think I'll do that. I like talking with fellow Humans." She laughed too.

After a bit more talking, Athena looked up from the table and waved to someone approaching. "Hey, Rykis. What brings you around?"

Nicole looked up and over to see her Vandal walking down the road, waving back to Athena. "Neh-cole asked for me to meet here," he happily replied.

"Well come on and take a seat. Been slow at the market?" Athena asked.

He came over and took the last seat at the table, the chair barely able to fit his larger frame. "I have not been to market for a while. I live with Neh-cole to help her adjust."

"Oh really?" Athena gave Nicole and Rykis a look. "You were the one that got thrown to the Guardian?"

Rykis laughed. "Yes, I was. The only English speaker within the Captain's reach. I thought I was going to die. But Neh-cole was nice."

"I had no idea what was going on when I came out of that hole." Nicole added. "My Ghost had told me about Eliksni, but you all didn't react like he thought."

"In my defense, I got my knowledge from encounters with the House of Winter, and what I learned from the Last City." Her Ghost finally spoke up from her shoulder. He had been flying around looking at things across the fort, and finally returned with Rykis.

"Well glad everything worked out." Athena said.

Rykis looked over at Nicole's full mug of cider. "Are you going to drink that?" he asked.

She shook her head and pushed it over to him. "I think I'm going to have to work on that. It's not really my thing."

"It's an acquired taste." Pedro said. "Once trade resumes with the eastern settlements, we'll have more to try."

Rykis took the mug and unlatched his mask, then proceeded to down the entire glass in one go. "I missed this."

Others from the fort began to make their way up to the table, and Nicole spent the rest of the day talking with the others that lived there. Children liked to poke her Ghost who decided to project a bunch of colors and lights to keep them entertained. It was a good day.

#House Of Mist #hom #destiny #destinygame #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #eliksni #fallen #guardian #hunter

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nemossubmarine · 4 years

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Warhammer 40k: Wrath & Glory RP #42

Gimlet asks Vivek if he would like his brother told about all this, and Vivek says it’s probably not a wise move, considering he made him servitor in the first place. Vivek would like to talk with his brother at some point, provided there’s someone else standing between the two. Gimlet says two Space Wolves should do the trick. Gorm says he still needs stuff from the tech-priest, and Vivek agrees now’s probably not the time. Vivek mentions that his brother has all his stuff and he may want them back at some point, but also can wait. Vivek loans Uffe’s phone, so our heroes can contact him if needed.

With that said, our heroes begin their long journey downwards back to where they started, and in fact, down one floor more, where rest of the clean-up crew is, or should be. There’s lots more burnmarks around as well as some rot growing in the corners of the ceiling. Gimlet burns some, but it pretty quickly grows back, and indeed it looks like the rot is only growing. Our heroes hear some AdMech-y footsteps and find a Skitarius with a servitor. The Skitarius informs our heroes that the Sable Swords and the tech-priest have already gone downstairs, as they’re closing in on the seat of the infection and can’t contain it anymore. Noticeably the servitors no longer work downstairs either. Our heroes thank for the information (and Gorm tells the Skitarius may Omnissiah bless her, and she makes a happy beeping sound) and head downstairs.

The floor below is full of tight corridors, maintenance tunnels mostly. Our heroes walk forward, in the maze-like corridors. They spot some marks that someone has passed there not long before. They find several corpses, killed with an axe. Gimlet burns them. They find a small shrine for Omnissiah, which appears to be the only place untouched by the the rot. Going down a tight corridor, a creature suddenly hops onto Gimlet’s flamer, and begins to pull it apart. Gimlet attempts to shake it off, and Gorm attempts to grab it, but it only turns Gorm’s power sword off and disappears with a laugh. There is more bodies ahead, and one of them grabs Gorm by the ankle. Gorm slices the hand off, and a giant fly crawls out of its mouth.

They begin to hear static sound and come upon Z47r, the tech-priest, in prayer. He motions them to stop, and after finishing with the prayer gets up and informs them that the ship’s geller field generator is the start of the rot. He needs our heroes help in getting his hands on it, the Sable Swords are going to act as distraction. Having located both the room with the geller-field generator and the Sable Swords, they hatch a battle plan. Gorm makes a speech, which is very inspiring and stuff and hands out protective runes to the Sable Swords (and Z47r) as well. Then it’s off to get the tech-priest to a machine.

The Sable Swords get into the room first, attacking few big Nurgle boys. Saef, Gimlet and Uffe make their way to the room via a walkway above the room to distract more of the creatures, while Gorm (with the tech-priest dangling from him) jump-packs into the room and to the front of the machine. The tech-priest begins a communion with the machine, while the rest of the people battle. The Sable Swords and Gorm manage to bring one of the huge creatures down, only to have it stand up a moment later. Same happens with others, and people realize it’s because of the goop all around them. Gimlet’s flamer is really useful for clearing that stuff out, and Uffe helps as well with his plasma. It’s hard to bring Nurgle’s army down for good, but for the most part, our heroes have them locked in place. There’s a problem of one Sable Sword (Aaron) being brought down and the Nurgle’s people being toxic as all Hell.

One of the strange little creatures suddenly jumps the tech-priest and begins to pull his breather off his face. Gorm manages to kill it but the breather is gone. The tech-priest doesn’t notice as he is too busy communing. Also the machine is turning on and there are definitely flames starting in the grating beneath. The Sable Swords clear off the grating, but not before trapping one of the big boys into them. Gorm takes off his helmet and slams it onto the tech-priest and shouts at Uffe to shoot at a water pipe which he does, just as the flames start. The pipe douses both Gorm and Z47r, but the big Nurgle fellow is most crisped.

Thus mostly concludes this battle. Uffe rushes to check in on Gorm, who hacks up something fierce (toxic air). Uffe calls for Gimlet to loan Gorm his flask, which he does, and surprisingly there’s alcohol there and not water. Gorm asks if the tech-priest is okay and he speaks some weird gibberish and then straightens up, saying he’s fine. He lets Gorm know that he can leave in three hours and start on Gorm’s thing. Gorm asks if he should help, before coughing up something green and weird, and Z47r says he got this. Gorm asks if he and Uffe could talk with him as soon as possible and Z47r tells them to come by his ship when he’s done. And that is the end of this Nurgle infestation!

And now for something completely different...

While waiting for the AdMechs to finish on New Dawn, Gorm has time to chat with Carl. The Sable Swords are returning to Obsidia, and since it’s in the way of Santa Maria’s route, they’re hitching a ride. Gorm and Carl make their way to the bar, both having changed out of their armor. Carl wears monk robes which Gorm comments makes him stand out, and Carl shrugs saying he’s been away from home a while, and haven’t had time to do laundry. Carl asks to take a drink of Gorm’s mead (though not enough for him to get completely shitfaced). They talk about the medical properties of alcohol for a while.

Gorm asks where Carl is heading next, and Carl says that they’re going home first, and then pretty much immediately are going to be deployed to fight orks. Carl’s happy for the change, as fighting people turned monsters (such as genestealers and chaos cultists) gets a bit tiring. Gorm agrees, orks are always itching for a fight, so it feels fair to bring them down.

Gorm tells Carl about his visit on Terra and about meeting the Primarch, and getting his hands on Codex Astartes, telling him that Terra was quite of a change in him. Gorm talks about remembering his past on Fenris, and of the harsh conditions the people. (Carl says he doesn’t remember his own past, but supposes it’s pretty much the same story as everyone else’s on Obsidia) The Space Wolves very much keep out of the way of the people, but Gorm wonders if there is more they could do. Carl says that for the most part Astartes homeworlds are among the safest in the galaxy (though not lately, Gorm points out about the attack of the Thousand Sons on Fenris), but it is the duty of the Astartes to look beyond their own worlds’ and protect the people of the galaxy.

Gorm also mentions his recent medical endeavors, how he has tried to heal in addition to all the killing. He mentions the couple of successes he has and how good they have felt. Carl thinks it’s a fine endeavor, though there is a certain roughness in that as well, very low lows when one fails to save a life.

Carl asks what the new Gorm would like to do with his life, once all this is over, especially with all these changes coming around and Gorm says he hasn’t much thought about it. One thing’s for sure, he isn’t made for working alone, but he is unsure what the Space Wolves have in store for him and Uffe if they come back, whether they get a new pack or what. Carl asks if he had thought life as an apothecary, and Gorm tells him that it’s a bit different with the Wolves having rolled a chaplain and an apothecary into one, but yeah he got this necklace from a Rune Priest and is still quite unsure what it means. Carl comments on his speech back at New Dawn, saying it was quite inspiring. Gorm says he got it from Codex Astartes and there’s some more angry speeches in there as well, Carl says sometimes anger is necessary as well.

Gorm asks Carl where he came from, referring to his earlier comment about being the same as everyone else. Carl tells him that Obsidia is a harsh planet, not quite as harsh as Fenris, but harsh nonetheless. A mining planet, mostly. The Sable Swords’ headquarters resides within the mountain on Obsidia, and sometimes little kids wander far from the known tunnels, and if they’re brave and clever enough, they might reach the headquarters in the center and become Sable Swords. Obviously there’s nobles and such on Obsidia, but the Sable Swords think it best to stay close to the people of the earth, as their weapons are made from Obsidian minerals. (At some point Gorm talks derisively of noble humans and their desperation to not die by any means necessary, Carl seems to agree)

Gorm asks Carl about the swords of the Sable Swords, whether they make them themselves or what, seeing that he got a new Power Sword himself, which had a lot of trouble during the combat back on New Dawn. Carl mentions that not everyone does, but a lot of people do. Revan made swords for all his squad-members, apparently a common occurrence. Carl says that since he has received Revan’s sword on promotion, he has an extra sword, and he’d be quite happy to give it to Gorm. Gorm is obviously quite touched by this display of affection. (he gives Carl a “I <3 Terra” shirt in turn, which Carl puts on immediately over his monk robes) He tells Carl that he’d be more than happy to join his squad whenever, and Carl replies that he’d be more than happy to have him.

Gorm says that as he has now seen how the Sable Swords greet each other (back on New Dawn) (bumping chest with handle of their blade), and he would like to show Carl how Space Wolves greet. Carl is more than happy to learn, so Gorm tells that Wolves bump heads, and sometimes when people are really close, they touch noses. Gorm bumps his head against Carl’s and touches his nose against Carl’s. Carl returns the gesture with fondness.

Next time, our heroes start to head to Triplex Phall! And seeing that it takes few days and they’ve last been on the ship in session (checks notes) 27, there’s going to be a lot of conversations with NPCs next few sessions. A lot. So many.

#nemo roleplays #long post #wag rp #wag rp writeup #lots of interesting stuff coming up #gotta prep for all the conversations #(well not all)#(sometimes prepping for convo for me is just like idk this character rly wants nothing so see what pc has to say)#(and sometimes it's me writing 500 words about what's up)#looking forward to next couple of sesh #even tho im super excited to get to triplex phall #9 to go until ep 50!#campaign tag: some nurgle but mostly soap opera

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mountain-of-divine-fire · 5 years

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Crystal spirits, and how i work with them

Disclaimer. this is all my personal experience and beliefs. though this post is educational, take from it only what you believe. my word isnt the authority and neither is any other blog post.

In my experience with crystals throughout the years, ive learned many things about them. i hope this post will help yall out there, who are maybe beginners, or just curious on how some things work, or how others like to do things.

This post does not list crystal correspondences.

This will be a bit rambly, but i hope you get what i mean~

Obtaining your friends

Couple of options for this, i would suggest going rock hounding in a local area. Bring your companions, water, and your tools.

Maybe youre in a place with slim pickings,like me. you can just buy some online or in person

Crystal shopping online seems more convenient since you can look everywhere for whatever you want, and get to compare prices.But physical crystal shops are great because you can tell by feel who wants to come home with you.

honestly, i believe nothing happens to a crystal that it doesnt want to happen. and if it does, it will end up fixing it itself. If you get a crystal that doesnt feel right, you will know who to give it to.

Im in the crystal shop. Now what? Well, just take a look around! see what catches your eye.I like to have a very loose suggestion of a shopping list, but it usually gets thrown out the window. If you feel like you need to touch something, do it. (unless the shop says no touchy ofc). Some things will practically jump out at you and scream “TAKE ME WITH YOU”. If you dont find something that really yells at you, and you still want to bring something home, just find something pretty.

How crystal spirits work

This is mostly based on what ive experienced. this doesnt come from any specific belief , but it does align with how some people practice animism.

(much like in steven universe,if i had to give an example,) Crystals pop out of the ground, knowing who they are and what they do.They may grow and change with their experiences, but mostly, they know what theyre about. They are given energy and life by the earth, and they do their job.

Each crystal group, species, and individual type seem to have overarching personality traits and a group spirit. i think some folk call these “crystal devas” but im not entirely sure where that comes from and what that entails. also each vein, and individual piece, has their own spirit and personality, say, beryl and quartz are completely different. An amethyst and a rose quartz are both quartz, and therefore have a similar type of personality, but are different. Each amethyst also has its specific differences. A chevron would be different from a grape jelly. Two individuals broken off from the same cluster would be different but similar, and so would each half of a broken slab.

sometimes individuals have names, and sometimes they can be named by you. some like to work with each other, and some prefer to work alone.

Each crystal has correspondences , but sometimes those general guidelines can be deviated from, simple because the individual just doesnt do that kind of thing.

My crystal broke! what happens then? Well, now you have two friends to work with. Some folk like to keep one half and give the other to a friend, some keep both halves and glue them back together with super glue (i do this with show pieces), and some folk like to bury them and return them back to the earth. You dont have to get rid of your broken pieces if you dont feel like its time. The crystal will let you know

How crystal spirits communicate

Most of the time, unless youre just really closed off, you will just feel it. They usually speak in feelings. if one wants to come with you for the day, you will know. If one wants anything , youre gonna know it. Dont second guess yourself, and just do it on impulse, pretty much.

These spirits are from nature, and are usually not relatable to humans (theres exceptions to this, like lab made crystals, and carved skulls, more on that later.). they can and will communicate in ways youre not familiar to, if you dont do spirit work.If a crystal tells you its name, like its TRUE name, you might not even be able to comprehend the words its throwing at you. dont try to decipher it, just let it be. also , try to keep true names secret unless they tell you otherwise.

If you cant really feel what they try to communicate, you could also meditate. If they want to say anything at least. just get cozy and meditate as you usually would, once you get good and calm just hold a rock and sit with it for a bit. Usually this type of communication is more in detail, maybe fully formed thoughts and sentences, maybe images. Once i even got one that liked to speak through song lyrics!

If you cant do these, use a pendulum! Ask the pendulum where its yes is, and where its no is. (for me usually, non human or complex spirits like to go left and right for yes, and forward and back for no. for animal spirits and servitors, ive found usually they nod yes and shake no. not sure how plants respond just yet.)

Ask it some troubleshooting questions first like “are you an amethyst, are my eyes blue, do i live at XYZ” ect...

A problem with pendulums is, if you try and use a crystal pendulum when working with any other spirit, the crystal itself may respond. Always ask if youre talking to the right entity.

What might a crystal communicate to me? It could be something as simple as “my name is ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ ⌷ “ or “you like to smoke cleanse usually, but i would specifically like sunlight ”, or it could be advice about a situation that you need help with.

Can these spirits be malevolent? personally, no. i dont think so. though it can be a grey area. most nature spirits want nothing but the greater good for themselves, nature, and maybe even you, if youre a good person in its eyes.

there are instances where a crystal could be “angry”, maybe because the way it was obtained, or that it holds some kind of curse/hex/negative energy (maybe just even being around something awful that happened). Usually cleansing a stone will help with this. And if it doesnt? Try and see if you can do anything for it.

Be careful about crystal runes, as you can piss them off. ive made a few mistakes in my time working with them(and by a few i mean a LOT, its not fun), in general just dont be a dick, and dont ask for things youre not ready to know the answer to. always thank them for cooperating, and cleanse them after use.

What are the effects of this? for me, it was like a terrible panic attack, i was suffocating, my heart was going nuts, it was so hot, and i was so dry mouthed. i have never had panic attacks that bad. Tried to use some quartz crystals to ground myself, since i knew it was an attack, and they broke in half in the middle. This is completely my fault. I got scared and locked my runes away because it told me something i wasnt ready for, the next time i busted them out (and i hadnt thanked or cleansed them since,) is when they decided to teach me that lesson.. i was new at magic and stupid. and im glad my first big mistake was with something this forgiving. You probably wont ever have to deal with something like this if youre generally respectful. please learn from my mistakes.

As with any divination and spirit work, you need to take protective measures. when youre speaking to a crystal spirit, you may actually be talking with something else. and it could be negative. use your best judgement please.

Whats up with cleansing/charging/ect..?

a lot of folk like to fight over whether or not you need to charge, cleanse, and bless or whatever else you need to do to crystals. Personally,i do like to cleanse crystals after heavy use, spellwork, or when i first get them from a shop. just to get rid of residual negativity.

Crystals can hold information, but as far as charging them, im not so convinced. crystals arent a sigil, or something you made yourself. it has its own energy from the earth and its spirit, and will work perfectly fine without any of that. Only do what you feel is necessary

If its fine without charging, then why cleanse? other than getting rid of stored negative energy, its just a nice thing to do every once and a while. It sort of works like an offering. showing that you respect the entity and want to work together in a mutual relationship. if you keep up your end as a guardian, then it will help you.

How do i use crystals in spellwork and every day life?

well heres some ideas!

carry some around in your pockets/bag/bra/whatever according to whoever wants to come with you , and crystal associations

Gridwork. make a crystal grid

In spell jars/bottles/satchets

As a decoration in your house to give the space a certain mood, feeling, or help.

In meditation, to give advice perhaps, but also to help you according to its correspondences

In divination, as help.

As vessels for spells, enchantments, servitors, and whatever else (always ask it first!!! im using a large quartz as an astral tether, and a smaller one to house a servitor)

As a friend. ever heard of pet rocks? well this is just an aesthetic step up from that.

in your plant pots, to help them grow and thrive (be careful about water solubility)

Pain relief and healing (only do this in congruence with actual medical care! keep around a fluorite for sinus issues, but definitely take your cold medicine)

Important notes~

As with any spirit, treat your crystals with respect. especially since theyre gifts from the earth. Dont act like you own a crystal. Like a piece of the earth, we really dont own land either. You arent its master and it doesnt have to do what you say. when you buy a crystal, youre pretty much signing up to be its guardian, and adding it to your team. be good to the earth, and to your friends, and a crystal will be good to you.

if you have suggestions on other ways to work with crystals, comment! I hope this post was informational and not a complete rambling mess. have fun working with your rocks, yall~. Post about crystal skulls coming soon.

Admin Fifa~

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asktheraggededges · 5 years

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I vaguely recall someone mentioning that Dietrich has occasionally had to get involved in combat missions, either to retrieve or safeguard patients. Despite her lovely personality, is it safe to say that she is every bit as terrifying to see in a melee as she looks like she could be when pushed? Does anyone have firsthand experience seeing Dietrich in the field?

Yes.

Uh..

What.

I..don’t suppose you could indulge us with a little more information?

[subject licks their teeth, thinks for a moment, exhales]

She..doesn’t react well to any one in her care - that is to say anyone in this crew or any rescue and recovery patient she has been assigned getting hurt or threatened. She’s on some sort of high alert mode once she’s anywhere but the ship..I guess.

[subject takes a long pull on a lho stick]

We had set up a relief tent within a town that had been ravaged by a recent battle. Between the two of us, we can get a lot done, I suppose.

One of the citizens seeking medical assistance was a Gue’Vesa. A spy. A xenos sympathiser. It was at the end of a long shift and I hadn’t noticed he had a handgun until he’d already upholstered it.I kicked a chair towards him and scrabbled for my own weaponry but his shot still caught me in the meat of my shoulder.

...

She...Dietrich is faster than she looks. Faster than any servitor I’ve seen.She had chainsawed off my attacker’s hand before they got a second shot. Their free hand immobilised by her own. She held their body held aloft by the mass of needles and flensing tools she calls her other arm. She held them there, spluttering and cursing while she...seemed to appraise them. She spoke

“Who....dares..”

She didn’t sound angry. Not really.

[subject swallows and shudders]

She removed all their skin so fast they were still screaming when she tossed them out of the tent. Finished them off with a needler.

She smiled at me fondly when she re entered the tent.

“All quiet..now..”

Like nothing had happened.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #imperial guard #ragged edges #colton #dietrich #Anonymous

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ainmunaqadh · 5 years

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Memory Log 8

“Kler e zher dres! HA BAS ER!”

It all started with that sentence. On that day. Where it happened. While she was doing a silent patrol around the Cosmodrome. They were always seemed angry at her. The Lightbearers. Everyone seemed ignorant on what they were saying.

But for one guardian…..even understanding a sentence or two might change every perspective toward them…..or even for both sides.

One day, came the day. An important for the City. For both guardians and civilians alike. A celebration in part of Saint-14. An Exo Titan that went on a one man crusade against the Fallen. The same Exo who crushed a Kell’s crush with just a beating from his own. He wasn’t just famous for such things. He was kind. Loved by all within the City, even loved most by the Speaker until he considered him as a son. Not every guardian could simple achieve all that now would they?

During the early hours into the celebration, the hybrid guardian managed to have a chance to walk around the City. Outside the Tower. Its not everyday you see a Guardian just walking around the streets surrounded by civilians. Every street was decorated. Every stall and shop were decorated. She didn’t think it could be this lively. Even the children seemed happy as they ran around the streets like it was nobody’s business, holding what seems to be small figurines of average looking guardians in basic armor…..but one of them held a figurine of Saint-14 as they all played out the Battle of the Six Fronts….the Twilight Gap with their figurines. She only just smiled under the hood she kept on to cover herself from the eyes of others around though it was already obvious a Guardian was walking around the streets.

Turning around a corner, she saw a crowd gather near to a fountain where she heard the songs…..the songs of praises….his Paeans. Songs for the Titan himself. The singer kept on singing, observed the crowd with little realization a Lightbearer were among the spectators. The singer kept on singing…..as a few swayed along to the notes.

Ain just kept quiet….listening in……

Until the singer’s singing was stopped by another voice. The crowd looked back to the direction where the source of the voice would be….it came….from an actual Guardian. The voice wasn’t that superb, but it was enough to draw everyone’s attention as this kind of sight won’t be seen again for a long time.

The singing came to a close. The song ended. And Ain didn’t even realize she was singing the songs of Praises until she saw the actual Singer clapping for her along with the crowd. The people then slowly went separations to begin their daily duties. Leaving just the Singer and Ain at the fountain. They had a small conversation. A rather enjoyable one to say the least.

*Actual Ghost audio recording*

Singer: That was such a nice voice you have. Never thought a Guardian would do so.

Ain: …..you can say….I’ve been practicing. Saint-14….was…or is a Guardian just like me. Gotta give him credits for what’s he done.

Singer: oh. You must be the one with the Speaker. Your father was….

Ain: I know I know. He’s doing fine. As for Saint…..

Singer: It worries me…..what if the Fallen come back….they say they want to take back their ‘Great Machine’….or the Traveler as we call it.

Ain: The Traveler?

The conversation went on a little longer before they said their goodbyes and went separate ways. That kept her thinking. What did the Fallen have to do with the Traveler?

Whenever mentioned of Saint-14 crushing a Kell’s crush just like that….she thinks back. William managed to punch a Kell that it teared the neck from the head when he was at his last breaths before becoming a Guardian. Rizal fought on a Kell just right his Ghost revived him at his final breath with the battle ended with Rizal shooting into the Kell’s chest within a dangerous range due to the shock blade nearly got to Rizal’s head. Then Ulven….Faust….Samuel…..

All of them. Managed to beat a Kell just within moments of revived….where it seemed impossible. Where it seemed they were destined for greatness up ahead. Ain looks to her hand. Awfully frightened by such thoughts. She’s already seen and fought the Fallen in combat. The Captains already gave her a struggle. What are even her chances against a Baron/ Baroness? Or the Archon Priest? Or worse, the Kell themselves. It seemed personal to her that……deep within her heart, she felt wrong to slay more of them when she doesn’t even know the full story nor their origins. Currently at her capabilities, facing more of them especially in the higher rankings….could do major damage on her. Assaulting them more didn’t even solve anything from their arrival.

And so, she went to Variks for starters. The Reef was newly opened to outsiders when she arrived as it was thanks to Ulven hunting down Skolas and those of the Wolves, thus securing the Reef from anymore danger. Another one. From what she’s heard, Ulven plans to bring back the Wolves together despite how difficult it may be and even time consuming. It was his choice. And she wasn’t going to stop him.

Upon asking Variks about his kind, Variks went silent for a moment….as this was the first he’s heard of a Guardian asking on what happened to his kind or about their connections to the Great Machine. Even so, he gladly explains to satisfy the Guardian’s questions.

He then explains of how they used to be peaceful….ruling under Houses with their own roles. All under the Traveler.

Until that day. The Whirlwind. Ain remained silent. Not speaking a word as the Judgement’s Scribe told everything he knew. Just as the story ended, Variks wouldn’t ever expect her next request.

*Actual Ghost Audio recording*

Ain: Could you perhaps please teach me on speaking Eliksni then?

Variks was quiet. So was Ain. Until she earned a small chuckle from Variks. For the next weeks, she was able to speak and write the language. Not completely fluently. But just enough to help her with basic communication. This could set the tides. As far she knew, learning one’s language and culture helps incredibly in forging and maintaining peace. And Respect. Is the most vital key for that.

A month passes, and she sets off to the Vaults of Glass to search for more answers from the Vex. She was never really comfortable in the Vaults, as she was always afraid of encountering with the remains of her former fireteam. But the Vaults were apparently her only shot to quench her thirst for knowledge. After battling it out, she decided to take a small break somewhere within the glass halls. Upon wanting to sit down, a bright light shines to her side. Looking, she saw through the glass. A dreamy world. With the Traveler seen a far up in the sky. Observing further, she saw familiar figures….of the Eliksni. But they acted different. There was no sense of piracy…nor barbaric. This was perhaps what Variks said. This could answer all of her questions.

If only she could experience it all first hand. She wished. And she was to be careful with her thoughts because

Her wish was granted.

Her hand on the glass fell through it and soon she found herself falling down from high grounds. She landed harshly….but not harsh if it wasn’t for the soft grass. She opened her eyes to see the sky…the same sky she saw through the glass. The same scenery….with the Traveler out far. Just like it was back at the City. She sat up hearing footsteps as of that. A Kell stood before her. And he was bigger than she thought.

She immediately tells him she was no threat out of panic. This shocked the Kell and those with him. This…..being actually spoke in their tongue. Ain was going to owe Variks a lot now. The Kell identifies himself as Chelchis. Kell to the House of Stone. Wait….she has heard of him when Variks was telling her lessons. And soon enough she will found out on why this Kell is a legend to all Eliksni.

After greeting herself to the others, Chelchis took her around their homeworld where the ‘Great Machine’ floated there in the sky. House of Rain are in charge of prophecies. House of Judgement were basically those handling the laws and decisions. House of Kings simply ruled. This was overly different than what Variks described. It was no wonder Variks let her do the rest. Let her imagination do the sketch. All Houses were actually working together in peace and harmony. This…..was their Golden Age. And it certainly brought back some memories.

Things went smoothly until…..the Whirlwind happened. The Traveler suddenly leaves the homeworld……the Hive. It….was horrible….possibly even worse than the Collapse. Many Eliksni died. Those who survived just escaped with the ships they had.

There Ain stood among the dead bodies. The Hive were unstoppable to the Eliksni, especially those who were armless. She managed to survive the waves thanks to her light and weaponry. She then remembered Chelchis still remained behind to defend his kind from the Hive, and she wasn’t going to let him fight alone besides with his House. He definitely had no chances against the Taken Light

She heard him cry out in his tongue.

*actual Ghost Audio recording*

?????: [WHERE IS THE GREAT MACHINE?! WHERE IS THE GREAT MACHINE?!]

**noises of the Hive became overwhelmed**

Chelchis was silenced. And Ain was unfortunately too late. The Kell laid dead. And the only thing she could do was to buy the time to let the remaining members of Stone to escape to any ship available before she ran in with the last group. She saw his crown shattered onto the ground and the ship was only sounded of silence aside from the small beeps from the ship’s piloting systems. With the Kell gone, everything became worse than she imagined. The other Houses fought against each other. The Kells no longer negotiated. Their once peaceful language became of blood. The low stock of supplies didn’t aid in the worsening situation. The Eliksni needed Ether to survive and so they turned to the Archon Priests and the Servitors. House Judgement were almost desecrated and House Rain were no where to be seen. Nothing was going well with the Stones either no matter how much she tried to fix the situation but everyone else simply barked back at her. She had to witness first hand of a new tradition they did. Docking. She was lost at words seeing the Dregs get tortured as two of their four arms got ripped off. Few Dregs would forget about this ceremony….nor would Ain.

Things got on the edge of the knife where the Stones began to blame Ain for the death of their Kell. Every Dreg, Every Vandal, Every Captain, Every Baron/ Baroness…everyone were at her throat now. Possibly not all of them but they didn’t have a choice to betray the one that helped them escape.

This put Ain in a much state of shock and disbelief. But none of them were going to hear what was she was going to say. And she was in a bad situation where it was just her against a whole ship. She had no choice but to defend herself. Due to her hesitation, one of the Captains lashed out at her as it resulted a deep wound(a large deep cut) with spilled liquids of red on the Captain’s blade before dripping or even splattering onto the ground. She blacked out, as she fell onto the ground due to the amount of blood that was bleeding within mere moments. Looking dead to them, the Captain gave orders to throw her out into the void of space which the Vandals did the job. Thankfully the helmet was on but the supply of oxygen would only last for an hour at max. The Vandals threw her body out of the ship like they were simply taking out the trash. Never to be seen again.

Upon waking up, she only finds herself in the exact spot in the Vaults before she fall into the wall. She wasn’t sure what happened or how she got back….but one thing was for sure…she knew exactly what happened. They were like Ain and the rest on Earth. Once in glory thanks to the Traveler….but suffer when the Collapse occurred. Things didn’t get better when the Eliksni…the Fallen found their Great Machine somewhere else. That’s where the grudge started. This was a senseless war. One she wanted to stop….but it would be tricky. But it was advisable by her Ghost to take small steps.

Returning to the mansion, she only sees them trying to intrude the place. The House of Blood. Fearsome warriors that even the Devils hesitated to go against themselves.

She activated her cloaking system before heading to the entrance door where a Vandal was gonna stab through it before he got pushed back by a sudden force. The Lightbearer revealed herself to the House. This was her territory. This House is lead by the Kell known as Diraks. He stood among his troops. Towering over the Guardian if he stood infront of her.

Then came the moment where she was dreadful of. The Kell challenged her in personal combat…..which she had no choice but to oblige but only one condition where the duel would take on an empty field nearby. The Kell and his House were fearsome but they still respected the foes who show respect to them. Ain was one of them as she spoke in their tongue.

Once at the field, the Kell made the first move as he charged at her. One of his large hands seemingly aiming to grab her which she dodges out of the way before firing a few shots from her handcannon. Diraks would then proceed to stab the ground with his own Shock Blade which pulsed the ground with electricity similar to Arc energy. The pulses were so strong that the ground were blown, blinding Ain’s sight with just rubbles of dust and dirt. With a second to react, she quickly double jumps back to avoid get hit from a blast from the Kell’s Scorch Canon. She was in no capabilities to do this. She may have killed Taniks and slain hundreds. But that was when her rage still pursued her mind….now….after what happened. It was different. Both sides are just trying to survive. Within the smoke and dust, she barely saw a large hand swooping to grab her before squeezing her slowly and painfully. She swore….she heard her own ribs crack under his grip. His claws etched into her skin like she was tissues, causing cuts and bleeding. Her vision started to forsake her….so was her conscious. But she still had her light. Channeling all the remaining strength she had…all the light she could manifest….

SWISH!

She swung one of her Void Blades across the Kell’s torso. Resulting the same wound that was inflicted on her by the Stone Captain. Same wound…but deeper. The Kell roars in pain as he lets her go. The Kell fell as he held onto his open wound. Those witnessing the battle felt the need to step in but Diraks commanded them to stay put to let it remain a fair fight. Seeing the opportunity, she charged at him with her blade ready for the kill. The Kell closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

But the hit never landed. Diraks only heard noises of shockness around him.

He opened his eyes to only see the void blade inches from his head. The Guardian stood there, breathing heavily while one hand held onto a wound that bleeded none stop. She drops the void blade as it faded into a rift of light. A healing rift to be exact as it healed wounds from both challengers. This shocked the Kell much as his House was. That’s when she spoke.

*actual Ghost Audio recording*

Ain: [Your kind was once honorable and proud…..and I’m sorry for that…..for what happened to Chelchis….]

**small footsteps are heard**

Ain: [There are other places you can savage. I suggest go further up north. Possibly an empty castle there. Leave.]

The Bloods leave the place without a word, with only Diraks giving one last glance toward the Guardian as only her back was facing him. She hears the Ketch went back up into the sky. She sighs….before heading into the mansion to clear up her mind.

A few days passes, as she reminisces back about what happened before. It all made sense. And she knew what to do next.

*Actual Ghost audio recording*

Nate: why didn’t you land the killing blow on him? You could’ve won!

Ain: no…..it is wrong for me to do that.

Nate: what? Why? They’re-

Ain: You saw what I saw back at that past. You know what’s the deal. They think we are the darkness like the Hive. Thieves. They’re just like us. If I killed that Kell, I would be nothing less of a menace….a monster to them like what the Hive did to them.

Nate: So? It’s not like you could…..forge an alliance with them!

Ain: See what I did back with the Stones? I showed them respect and that’s how I got accepted until the House betrayed me. I can speak and write the language. From my understanding and experience, a nation of many cultures like mine last time….lived in harmony as we respected each other….despite some prejudice thoughts….we solved problems through words instead of violence. Those morals…..are still implanted inside of me. I know what I have to do…..but Nate…I need you to watch my back….please….

Nate: ……Ain…..much as I know you….your judgement were almost never wrong. If what you are planning could work…..I got your back.

Ain: Thank you. You’re the best Ghost a Guardian could ask for.

Nate: aww shucks. Back at you Guardian.

Ain: heh. Now then.

*sound of handcannon being loaded and held in hand*

Ain: Lets go make some history.

**END**

#destiny 2 #eliksni #my writing #V: Warlock-Hunter Guardian (Ain-mun)#hey peeps still alive #and now I sleep after spending 4 hours on this

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void-bunny · 5 years

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Data Requisition

Ch 11 of Immortalia is now available.

Read it here or at this link on AO3

A massive Captain, decked out in banners and gold painted armor, looked up from what he was doing as his crew motioned at the Guardian, trapped for the moment behind the glass. They finished up what they were doing, and the Captain signaled for his crew to make a swift exit through another door. “Just a bit too late, Guardian.” He said, though Sloane and Zavala wouldn’t know that. Bunny slammed a fist on the polycarbonate, wishing the cracks in it would give and she could stop him. He had no idea what he was messing with, how dead he would be if Sloane and Zavala decided to send a more competent Guardian after him.

Just go in and chase them off, yeah right, Bunny thought, did Sloane have any idea how the Fallen actually operated? Chasing them off was near synonymous with ‘kill them’ when it came to Guardians. Granted-- she peered around a corner-- she did have a little bit more than just her gun to maybe help her chase them off in the literal sense. Maybe she could just ask them to leave? What if they told her to take a hike, though? She pushed a stuck door open, and stepped into a small control center for… something? Everything was so gummed up with Hive detritus that it was impossible to tell what it was. A familiar sounding hiss startled her out of her thoughts, and she pressed her hand against the cracked polycarbonate window.

They only sent her because— the door beside her opened with a loud crack, snapping some of the Hive gunk off its gears as it rolled open. Bunny shook her head, they sent her because she volunteered, she had butted into the conversation and asked specifically to be sent alone after this Captain. And he was taunting her, she was going to slap him.

“They just… left.” Hemlock said, and Sloane sighed on the other end. Bunny examined the hastily constructed Fallen terminal, and Hemlock appeared to take a closer look. “Oh, looks like they just wanted data— that’s strange for them.”

“See what you can find.” Zavala said, and Bunny found a spot to sit while Hemlock worked. She wondered why the Captain had said anything to her, though she supposed he assumed she wouldn’t understand him, or wouldn’t care enough to translate what he had said, but why was she just a bit too late?

“Alright,” Hemlock beeped, “Everything the Fallen got, we’ve got.” Bunny slid off her perch, and the door she had come through slid closed. “Oh.” Hemlock disappeared back into her robes. She should have expected that, it was never as simple as it needed to be. The Hive had apparently been alerted to something in one of their spots, and Bunny had to find another spot to take cover from a bunch of angry thrall quickly. She punched her way through an acolyte, and set Hemlock to work on the door again, maybe it could force the locks.

Fortunately the Hive seemed to only be offering a token effort to remove her, and she climbed out of the disgusting control center. “We’re out, I hope this data’s worth it.”

“Come by when you can, we’ll take a look at what you got.” Sloane said, and Bunny had to wonder if Sloane was aware that she had pretty much just given her permission to do whatever she liked for as long as she liked, but, she went back towards the command center anyways.

Hemlock shut down their outside communication, “So…” It said, “What are you going to do if Sloane asks about what that Captain said?”

Bunny gave her Ghost a look, “I’m not gonna say anything about it, if she asks I’ll just shrug.” She said, and climbed up the side of part of one of the command centers buildings to hop a small gap to the door that lead back up to Sloane. “Besides,” Bunny said, pausing next to the door, “We did what she wanted, we ‘chased’ them off.” Bunny went up the stairs, and Hemlock floated next to her, delivering the data to Sloane.

The Deputy Commander sent her off without much else, and Bunny decided to just hang around, watching crews of Fallen pick apart the Arcology, or try to, they seemed to hit a lot of roadblocks— or… more accurately, Hive-blocks. She shot a Knight to death as it ran toward a Captain, who looked far less regal than the one she’d just run into, and the Captain looked up at her, taking aim at her with their gun, but she was just out of range, so they turned away, focusing on the other Hive they were fighting. Bunny found a spot to sit, and let her legs hang over the side, over the propane ocean.

“You’re already trying to find an excuse to make friends with that one, aren’t you?” Hemlock asked, hovering over her lap, “Isn’t one enough? Maliks is more than enough, even.”

“But…” Bunny had to admit, that was a good point, her… what was he? Boyfriend? They didn’t have a word for it in their language besides ‘mate.’ “What if Zavala, or Sloane, thinks that he’s a serious threat? He was looking for some kind of data, he’s obviously smarter than some of the Captain’s we’ve encountered.” Hemlock watched her closely.

“I’m going to tell him you think he’s stupid.”

“Don’t you dare! He’s not stupid! He just values the strength of a fist over trying to talk his way out of things!”

“So he’s just like you.”

“Hemlock!” Bunny swatted at her Ghost, “I thought you were my partner! You’re so mean!” Hemlock twirled it’s shell at her, she had changed it since Maliks had given her one, stating that it was just too conspicuous to have a Ghost looking like a servitor. He had understood, but been just slightly annoyed by the choice, still, he would affectionately poke Hemlock from time to time.

She smiled at her Ghost, “I never said that was a bad thing! Both of you are sticks in the mud, though, I’m amazed either of you manage to ever get things done when you’re together.” Bunny snorted, they argued sometimes, that was true. Maliks didn’t like the idea of taking in more strays, not after Narak and Phyrik had tried to mutiny, and not after the loss of Ysyvkos, who had definitely deserved better, but Bunny often pressured him into it, didn’t they deserve to be part of a crew that wasn’t one of Salzen’s? Where they wouldn’t suffer? He usually just acquiesced and hauled the wounded dregs into his skiff, snarling at them that they were his crew now, and they had better make themselves useful.

“He knows I’m right, sometimes.” She said, watching the Captain she had saved from the Knight kick a thrall off the side of the rig, they turned to look at her again, and she waved, blowing a kiss at them. To her surprise, the Captain stood up a bit straighter, and then gestured rudely with two of their hands. Bunny frowned, though her surprise quickly faded, of course, why had she even tried that?

Hemlock shook itself, “Not all of them are going to be your friend.”

“I know.” She said, and got up. She didn’t have to sit there and be mocked by a Captain, who was now mimicking a dance that had no doubt been witnessed from another Guardian, and their crew was eating it up, hooting and hollering and laughing at her expense. She glided down to where she had initially climbed up from, and walked toward the Arcology itself, casually slipping past other crews and clusters of Fallen.

Eliksni, she corrected herself, she could so easily separate Maliks and his crew from other Eliksni, but they weren’t Fallen. Fallen was… it sounded mean, harsh in her ears, a subtle insult. They were all Eliksni.

She slid into the shattered ceramic tiles, and climbed up to a spot where the Hive couldn’t reach her, sitting down to wait for Sloane or Zavala to call her back, and either explain the data she’d nabbed or something else.

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thesevenseraphs · 7 years

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Destiny 2 Public Events

After explaining the Taken Blight PE, I figured I would make a post about all the Public Events and their Heroic Triggers!

Public Events are the most rewarding activity in Destiny 2 currently outside of the Raid and Trials. They are quick, very accessible, and can reward handsomely. Each public event has a certain mechanic that triggers a Heroic event.

The Heroic event has a slightly better chance at rewarding better loot. It will give you a little bit more XP towards milestones, and give you more tokens for your Faction during a Faction Rally. They are very worth doing.

Even if you don’t “complete” the event, you are still awarded a participation token for that planet’s faction.

Pro-tip: If you “Rally the Flag”, you get a full super charge, abilities recharge, and full ammo for all your weapons.

Cabal Lander

The little drill. You must stand in close proximity of the Lander to capture it as you fight off waves of Cabal forces. Capturing the Lander within time completes the event*

There will be missiles raining down on you occasionally. You can see where they will be landing via the big, glowing (and painful) beams that will light up the ground. Don’t stand there.

Heroic Trigger: A Thresher ship will fly in to defend the Lander after a percentage of the capture has been met (or it could be a timing thing). Destroying the Thresher will trigger the Heroic Event in which a Cabal Colossus will drop down into the fight. The Thresher will make 2-3 rounds usually, so you have a few tries to shoot it down. Defeat the Colossus within time to complete the Event. Capturing the Lander no longer matters.

*As long as you are in the capture point, even if time has run out, you can still fully complete the event. It will not end at the timer. Just be sure not to leave the capture circle until you hit 100%.

Injection Rig

The really big drill. Kill the three Psions that spawn plus the big Centurion within time to finish the event.

When the first Psion target dies, a dome will spawn around the Injection Rig that will remain for the rest of the event. The area inside of the dome will be ignited temporarily causing burning damage over time; the next Psion target will spawn after the area in the dome stops burning.

There are three Psions to kill. Once you kill all three, a Centurion Ultra will spawn. Killing him will end the event.

Heroic Trigger: The Injection Rig has three “levels” of vents you need to destroy. You will only have three attempts to destroy them. Ideally, you want to destroy at least one per burning phase but is possible to destroy two in one phase if you have enough Guardians shooting them. You will know when it is destroyed when you see it steaming. You only need to shoot at one per set of vents; each layer shares the damage. You have a very short amount of time to destroy these vents before they close back up.

When the first Psion target dies, the air around you will start burning after the dome goes down, and a set of vents on the top of the rig will open up. Destroy those vents. When the second Psion target dies, a set of vents in the middle part of the rig will open up; destroy those. Finally, when the third Psion dies, there is ONE vent at the bottom of the rig (you will find it “underneath” the “body” of the rig; it’s the part that is digging into the ground). Destroying that vent will cause the Heroic event to trigger. All you need to do is kill the Centurion like normal to complete the event.

Hive Ritual

I believe this event only happens on the moon, Titan. When the event starts, two wizards (and a whole lot of Thrall and other ads) will come out of the doors; one left and one right. They will have shields that protect them from damage. Standing on the plates located in the room will take down their shields; the left plate taking down the left wizard’s shield, the right plate taking down the right wizard’s shield. Kill these Wizards; stepping off the plate will make their shield come back after a few seconds.

When these wizards are dead, a portal will open up. You don’t HAVE to stand on the plates at this point. After a few waves of hungry thrall, another Wizard will spawn through the portal. Killing this Wizard will end the event.

Heroic Trigger: When you spawn and kill the first two wizards, stay on your plates longer than usual. At the top of the two totems (the “frames” of the portal) is a crystal on either side. These Crystals will have shields on them that will go away when the plates are charged on either side (left crystal for left plate, right crystal for right plate). Shooting and destroying the Crystals will cause the portal to destabilize and spawn an axe-wielding Knight (think Alak-Hul, the Darkblade in TTK). Killing this Knight will end the event.

Fallen Supplies (Spider Walker)

Everyone is probably familiar with this one already. When the event starts, a Skiff will drop in a Captain and a few other Fallen ads. Killing the Captain will trigger the Fallen Walker to drop in from a Skiff (watch out for this). Shooting the Walker’s legs will cause it to be stunned for a good amount of time which exposes its core. Shooting the core does a lot of damage! You will probably repeat this 2 or 3 more times! Killing the Walker will end the event. Simple and easy!

Heroic Trigger: Probably the easiest to understand out of all public events. When the Walker is stunned, he will drop three spheres of Arc energy. Pick up these spheres and take them to the nearby consoles that are keeping those awesome Scorch Cannons** hostage. Deactivating both of them will bring down the barrier. Rinse and repeat for the other two set of consoles. When all three sets of Scorch Cannons have been unlocked, it will trigger a second Walker to drop in from a Skiff (again, watch out for this). Destroying the second walker will end the event.

**I have seen many times during this event that players will not hold down the charge for the Scorch Cannon. I assume these players are new, forgot, or stopped playing before House of Wolves (or just plain don’t care). When you hold down the trigger after firing a Scorch Cannon, the projectile will CHARGE UP several times, causing more damage to the target and everything around it.

Ether Supply (Excavation Crews)

Another very common and easy event! When this event starts, a group of Fallen Excavators plus other fallen ads will spawn, mostly compiled of Wretches and Marauders.

You must kill four of the Excavators to proceed to the next wave of them. The first three will spawn as soon as they drill spawns, the fourth Excavator will be a Captain that will arrive after the first three Excavators are dead. Killing the Captain will progress you to the next wave located elsewhere on the map. You must do this three times! Upon the third completion, you will have completed the event!

Heroic Trigger: After killing a few of the Excavators, a tiny “drill” will appear off the side usually between two of the “wall” like structures that spawn with the glimmer drill. It’s a smallish object that looks it is sucking in Glimmer. Destroy this drill before killing the fourth Excavator! You don’t NEED to but it would make it easier for you later.*** When you destroy all three drills, this will cause the heroic event to trigger.

This will cause the bigger Glimmer drill to crash and burn (do not stand too close when it does this). Now you have to stand ontop of a pile of Glimmer and capture it. The only real threat is an Ultra Wretch Captain. This captain does not NEED to be defeated to finish the event, but his death would make things a lot easier. Once the capture hits 100% before time runs out, the event will end.****

***If you kill the Excavator Captain before destroying the tiny drill, it will disappear to the next location but will not forfeit a Heroic trigger. When you move on to the next Excavation Site, two drills will spawn that need to be destroyed. And if you didn’t destroy the two drills at the second site, the third site will have three drills. Or if you destroyed one at the second site but not the other, the third site will still have two drills that need to be destroyed. As long as these all three drills are destroyed before the death of the final Excavation Captain, you can still do the Heroic version.

****Like the Cabal Lander event, as long as you are alive in the capture point even after the timer expires, the event will not end until you either leave the circle or hit 100%

Ether Supply (Fallen Servitor)

Shooting or getting close to the Servitor will trigger the event! This event is pretty straightforward: shoot the Servitor until it is dead within the time limit. Every once in a while, out of spite, the Servitor will teleport you randomly somewhere close by, sometimes out of the battle. Additionally, a smaller Servitor will occasionally spawn that protects the bigger Servitor from damage. Destroy the small Servitor to get rid of this invulnerability.

Heroic Trigger: You might trigger this accidentally while fighting the giant Servitor. When it spawns three smaller Servitors at the same time, destroying all three before they disappear will trigger the Heroic event.

When this happens, he will be a very angry ball that will teleport you very high in the air. He is also a little tougher so damage won’t be as great as before! Killing the Servitor before time runs out will complete the event.

Taken Blight

Probably the most annoying public event of them all. When the Giant Taken Blight is formed, it will spawn Blight domes. Shooting the Blight inside the center of the dome will bring down the dome. Killing Taken forces will decrease the bigger Blight’s integrity. You need to bring down the integrity to zero before the timer runs out. When it reaches 0% it will teleport elsewhere on the map and reset the timer. You need to do this a total of three times, and the event will end!

Heroic Trigger: Easily the least known. I’m just gonna copy what I posted earlier.... The Blight domes that spawn (the ones that spawn with the enemies) will give you a buff if you enter it and then leave. This short buff will let you damage the BIG blight. Do enough damage, the Heroic will trigger and a Taken Ultra will spawn. Kill the Ultra before time runs out to complete the event!

Now, you don’t need to “kill” the big blight before the timer runs out on the first or second cycle. You have at least three chances to do enough damage. If you are running low on time during your first or second cycle, kill the enemies and move on. This will refresh the timer! It is almost impossible to do it by yourself, almost. (I hear through the grapevine that Wardcliff Coil will help with solo attempts).

Spire Integration

Not much has changed with this event since Destiny 1. You must stop waves of Vex from reaching the Conflux. Vex that have reached the Conflux have a handful of seconds before they integrate with it. You can still kill them before it counts off your total remaining integrations. Unlike Destiny 1, you can still get max rewards even if a few get by you! As long as 10 do not integrate, you are fine!

Heroic Trigger: If you look at the Conflux you are protecting, there are three trails of light coming out of it. Following those trails will lead you to a capture point (it might be hidden, getting close will reveal it). Capture all three points will trigger the Heroic event. The ending is the same: protect the Conflux from integrations until the timer has run out.

Chaos. Everywhere. More Vex will spawn and they just keep coming, a Hyrda Ultra will spawn, and two Cyclops will spawn. Cyclops should be dealt with quickly. Chaos.

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magickalmenagerie · 7 years

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Introducing 8 Species New to MagickalMenagerie.com! <3

These entities are all so amazing and full of personality. I am so proud that they have chosen MM to help many of them connect with the earthen realm. :)

Here are some of the types of entities who came forward recently and decided to join us!

Solestra Tropical Vampyre - These entities are from a plane where the sun never goes down, and the weather is always humid and bright. They are great energy workers and are great at manipulating and amplifying various energies. They love working with humans as they get a great deal of excitement out of the energetic exchange with earthen beings. They are all amazingly diverse and very communicative companions who love adventures and find human life fascinating.

Lava Lustra - These beings get a charge out of the desires of humans and other incarnate beings. This desire can be carnal, goal-related, or simple wants that shift from moment to moment. Whether you are an ardent peace keeper or the ultimate Bacchanalian, you will find the Lustra gets a lot of juice from your desires! These amazing and beautiful shifters will take this energy to empower themselves, but also to empower magick geared toward getting you those things and situations you desire so greatly. They are a grey arts entity.

Odana - The Odana are a blessed race who are skilled at giving visions, dreams, and prophetic thoughts. They are incredibly intuitive beings that help you avoid misfortune and always head in the right direction. They gain much excitement and energy from helping people enlighten themselves and grow on this plane.

Sfera Seer - This entity makes amazingly detailed and intricate servitors that relate to your hopes, dreams, and energetic pools. They are often shaped like spheres of varying size, but occasionally will take the form of a plant, animal, or golem. These pools can be the culmination of prayers you have cast for someone, desires that have built up over the years, and fears that have affected you. The seer helps you nourish some and starve others, using metaphysics to empower balance in your life. [Please note that though we strongly believe in the power and ability of our entity-friends, if you need professional treatment or counseling, PLEASE seek that help first! We want you healthy and happy and around for a long time!]

Glowing Serpentine Muse - These amazing shifters have draconic, humanoid, and fusion forms that they alternate between. They may even take the form of a multi-headed dragon that appears much like a hydra, each head offering different expertise. They are intensely intelligent and bright beings who look to enlighten and empower individuals on other planes and share their breadth of knowledge and wisdsom instead of letting it go to waste.

Bonanza Sorcerer / Sorceress - These entities don’t share many characteristics with one another, each entity being very far removed from the next. The only characteristics most of them hold in common is a love for festive dress and a zest for accompanying you on all of your adventures and daily tasks. These entities get a real kick out of showing you what you are capable of and pushing you toward the most amazing goals. They come forward believing in anything their companion could ever wish to do, and aiming to push them in that direction. Some are more on the dark arts spectrum while others are completely white arts. No matter which of the Bonanza magi come forward for you, know that this race is a trustworthy and steadfast group of individuals .They have beautiful personalities and huge hearts.

Bush Beast - The bush beast is an entity that is whimsical, hard working, and honest. They naturally enjoy the company of humans but do not tolerate cruel or constantly-angry individuals. If you have love in your heart, they will feel that radiate immediately and will do what they can to help and empower you. They are incredibly affectionate beings who believe in being karmically pure and holding a high work ethic. Though each individual in the species is different, their society dictates that helping others is akin to the best thing you could do for yourself and for your species. They love to help, but also do love offerings as well.

Twilight Enchantress - This entity works with the energy patterns of the plane they currently occupy. They are extremely skilled at making a copy of an energy and infusing it into a vessel. Travel to a place with an energy you wish you could take with you? They are skilled at making that energy portable. In exchange, they simply want to experience as many different energetic zones as possible in your life, and experience Earth and all it holds. They enjoy offerings of moon and sun energy.

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surfacolyte · 7 years

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Diary of Norelle Rhia, part VI

Dear Diary,

I'm going to kill something. Something that has pointy ears and calls my kind basically primates. Those stinking little hiding pieces of...Norelle, calm down. This isn't helping in any way. Team, I want you to know that I restrain myself because of you.

We went to the pit number eight on the digging site of this bloody asteroid. Honestly, whose bright idea was to build this station on a freakin' asteroid filled with xeno nanite shit!? Anyway, we heard there had been some ”suspicious movement” going on in the mines: apparently the inner workings of a few guards had been made into jam with some weird weapon.

Eldar.

Mother.

Fucking.

Eldar.

I was worried and angry but I tried my very best to keep calm. You never know of those fuckers what they are going to do next. I tried to keep all the little voices of my class mates at bay but I failed. Miserably.

We went into the mines and there were veins of nanite everywhere. Eventually our scout team (Rhaban and James. Yes, James with those freakin' wings of his hidden under a cloak.) got into a room filled with nanite and some ancient xeno technology. Apparently we were standing inside a very old xeno space ship. The rest of us came into the room with them and in the middle of it was this weird xeno machine. Chiro told us that it was responsible for the nanite growth. Or the fact that it was broken or turned off had something to do with it. And after that the most bad-ass moment of this whole mission happened.

Yi: Fix it.

Chiro: I'll do my best.

And the freakin' tech priest does it! He fixes a piece of ancient alien technology. I mean, the guy has had my respect when it comes to coming up with a cure to the nanite infection but this. This takes the freakin' cake! I have never been this proud of you tentacle man! He stopped the nanite veins from growing!

Oh, right, the reason I wish to kill some xenos.

When our Chiro who had just become a hero had finished his job, we heard the sound of two eldar. I confess, I was the one pulling out my guns first. But I put them back when Yi told me so. No offence Yi, but this big bro stuff sometimes frustrates me. But I know what's good for me and so does he, so I did what he said. The bastards started speaking in eldar and Deynor started communicating with them. Thank goodness I have the translator chip. I actually had to translate the whole conversation to Chiro.

They were talking about some more important lives that could be saved if everyone on this rock died. Knowing Eldar these lives most definitely weren't any other race and the timespan of somthing this serious could have been anywhere between in two seconds and in couple of centuries. The best part? We had heard the reports of the Uniter Front, the terrorist group, that there was a freakin' Xanthian Death Fleet in the space just waiting to bust this place, presumeably because they got some info of this place. They don't even like the eldar and they were fooled by the fuckers.

If I get my hands on those fuckers I'm tearing them apart limb by limb and turning them inside out.

No...no I mustn't. If I do that, I give into that bitch in the mirror, I give into those fuckers in the Immaterium. I give into the darkest of the eldar kind. Stay strong, girl. You come from the land, you spend your time in the sea. They have taught you resilience as have your friends and family.

Imperium, Family, Qiang.

Remember.

Anyway, the fuckers blew up the entrance corridors to the pit. I was so mad that I actually shouted and kicked the walls of that chamber. Thank goodness our servitor group (thanks for getting them, Chiro, you're the man) was left inside and we decided to order them to destroy the nanites in the walls. We had to crawl our way out of the water circulating system.

In addition to this Chiro told us that someone had stolen bits and pieces of the machine he fixed. With a knife made by humans.

We need a lot of work to do and the Mechanicus is bringing in forces in less than a week.

We're seriously in a hurry.

- Norelle

P.S. I’m very worried about Rhaban. He seems to be more on the edge than usual.

#warhammer 40k #dark heresy #rpg #point of view #diary #Norelle's Diary

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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Black Ships

Brian’s eyes fluctuated with the light they were in. In broad daylight, a crisp blue sky could lighten them into a brilliant silver color. But today, the low light from the heavy storm clouds that had now engulfed the Aido-Hwedo in solid sheets of rain turned them a gunmetal grey as he walked through the halls towards the women’s barracks. He wasn’t allowed in that area, but Ru’Yi hadn’t come out to breakfast.

He pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and looked at it, his thumb scrolling down.

“Where are you?”

“Not feeling good. I have a headache.”

“Seasick?”

“Maybe. I took some medication but…”

“But what?”

There was no response after that. He assumed she went back to sleep and went about his morning routine. He checked his phone periodically but that question hung there seen, but not responded to.

It drove him here under the watchful gaze of the security cameras. He dialed her number and lifted the phone to his ear. It rang once, twice, three times… The operation Final End would start soon. This might be the last time they got to talk.

Voice mail. Her bright cheerful recorded greeting pushed his spirits down. He lowered the phone and looked at it again.

He texted. “I’m outside the women’s barracks.” He sent the message. He started typing. “Can you come-”

But she already responded before he finished.

“I know.”

He lifted his head, but as far as he could tell, he was alone. He looked up at the cameras. Did she have some sort of video feed she could see him on?

He waved at the cameras. “Are you alright? Can you come out?” He looked down at his phone again.

The door in front of him opened. Ru’Yi stood there in her Cassell uniform, unsmiling, eyelids drooping. Her hair, usually shiny and bouncing, hung in dull fraying ropes.

“Hey…” Brian’s mind filled with concern. “Are you sick?”

Ru’Yi folded her arms over her chest and leaned against the threshold of the doorway. She kept her eyes on the ground.

Brian returned his phone to his pocket. “What’s wrong?”

“This is going to sound stupid. But I had a really bad dream.” The coils of her hair drifted across her face and she lifted them with a half hearted puff of air. “It wasn’t scary or anything. Just depressing. It made me realize a lot of things, the more I thought about it.”

“If you want to talk, we can go somewhere.”

She lifted her eyes to him. They twitched here and there, like she was reading something written on his face. But that whole time, she didn’t smile. He noticed that she didn’t have any makeup on. Her tie was a bit crooked. The more he focused, the more things seemed off.

She gave a little shake of her head. “No. This is fine.” She lowered her gaze again. “This is something that has been affecting me for a long time. I thought by going with Cassell it would be better.” Her lips pressed together.

Brian was unsure what to do. “Uh… we’re on camera right now. If you’re going to spill your guts then maybe this isn’t exactly the right place. That’s what I meant.”

That coaxed a smile out of her, but that wasn’t what he was aiming for. He wasn’t joking, but she laughed. “Right. Well… I think it’s perfect. Anyway, what happened was, in my dream I was laying down on the grass and there was this voice… like really small next to my ear. And it was really annoying, asking me all sorts of questions like… who are you? Where are you from? Who your parents are?”

She twined one finger in her ringlets. “What was funny is that they were trying to be authoritative and demanding but they were so terrified that… I was trying to calm them down. And the more I tried to calm them down the more crazy they got. They started screaming, trying to get me to answer. I just answered just to calm them down. But it didn’t work.”

“I could tell they were still scared. They even tried to threaten me but… they were like a mouse.” She held one hand over the other. “Like this big. And that reminded me of something my father told me when I was little. When I started to realize that I was naturally stronger and faster and quicker to learn than others. He told me the story of the good elephant and the bad elephant. How the good elephant helps others and shares his food and is careful when she moves so she doesn’t hurt all the little people under her feet.”

“But the bad elephant doesn’t care. She steals the food from people and stomps all over them.”

“And he asked me what kind of elephant I wanted to be. I wanted to be good. I wanted to be a good elephant...” She whimpered and her voice cracked. “But that’s not wh…” She looked away from him, her eyes full of tears. “But that’s not what I really wanted! It doesn’t matter if I’m good or bad, I’m still an elephant!”

Ru’Yi’s voice echoed for a second through the empty corridor.

“It does matter.I could have done a lot of bad things with my strength but I chose not to.” Brian said quietly.

Her eyes flicked up to him and she shook her head. “No… you do bad things, you just get to pick your targets. Your friends told me about you. How you hurt people.” She folded her lips and turned away.

Brian huffed. “That’s different…”

“Is it?”

“Look if this is about Tom…”

“It’s not about Tom! It’s about me.” She pressed her hand to her chest, pleading for him to understand. “There’s only a little difference… a little difference between him and me. He was fine! He was human just… barely over the line and then it’s okay to use your strength on him because he’s a monster, and I’m a ‘goddess’! He’s a bad elephant and I’m…” Her eyes unfocused. She stopped talking suddenly.

“You’re a good elephant Ru’YI.” Brian said. He wanted to calm her down. He wasn’t sure what precipitated this sudden emotional outburst but her manner, her ramblings, it wasn’t right.

“Then why was I raised on an island?” She shook her head. “No…” Her smile returned, but it was bitterly cynical. “You know. I thought coming to Cassell I could be myself. I could … let loose and do whatever. But the truth is… even among the Cassell students I’m not… they’re scared of me. You’re scared of me. That’s... ”

“Ru’Yi. I think you need to just take a deep breath and talk to someone. Dr. Miranis maybe? I think maybe you can call out.”

Ru’Yi’s lips pulled down. “Maybe. If I were to… be myself… would you still like me?”

“What do you mean, be yourself?” He tilted his head. “Aren’t you always yourself?”

Ru’Yi shifted her gaze behind him. The light was suddenly bright in the corridor. Brian turned and saw brilliance beaming into the hall through the thick glass portholes, like the clouds that had hung over the ship for days had suddenly parted and the skies were clear. The glow intensified, until he had to squint and then…

The ship lurched to one side with a deafening bang. The hull shook violently, throwing both him and Ru’Yi into the bulkhead. Bright red strobe lights activated and an ear rattling siren blared.

Brian rushed to Ru’Yi’s side. “Are you okay? You’re okay?”

She nodded, looking dazed. An announcement came over the speaker. “All hands to battlestations! Battlestations!”

“Stay down here!” Brian shouted and dashed through the hall. He was joined by a crowd of West Africans who pounded up the metal stairs to the decks.

Outside on the Aido Hwedo, sliding panels opened to reveal turrets. The ship bristled with them like the quills of a porcupine. Brian hurried to one of them and looked outside into the open air.

The ocean boiled hundreds of feet below him. In the distance, the air was filled with tiny black dots. They fell from the swirling clouds like rain and swarmed wildly like flies. When the lightning flashed, eyes illuminated in the dark.

“Servitors?” Briant left the turret and ran back the way he came, towards the women’s barracks. But Ru’Yi was gone.

“What are you doing here?” An angry faced woman shoved a heavy automatic rifle into his hands. “Get up on decks and start shooting before we’re overwhelmed!” He was carried along by a river of soldiers on their way up to the flight deck. He looked over his shoulders, scanned every face, looking for large brown eyes and a curly cascade of hair.

Coming up onto the flight deck, he was immediately greeted by the roar of the engines. A fighter jet sped down the runway, dropped off the edge, and then lifted up into the air. “Go! Go! I want all the planes active!” A man in a yellow jumpsuit and ear protecting headphones was shouting. “Next plane next-”

His voice was cut off when he was slammed to the deck, a black, jagged thornlike spike protruding from his back.

Brian looked up and saw the hailstorm black bony javelins making a deceptively slow arc. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of them.

Brian shouted and called forth a burst of air to collide with the projectiles. Repelled, they sprayed in all directions, sliding across the flight deck. “Take cover!”

The Aido-Hwedo fired back, the turrets on the sides lit up like firecrackers and filled the air with a haze of gunsmoke. Winged servitors fell to the deck from where they had been hidden in the clouds.

Their bodies were black. Their heads were covered with a bony armor that ended at a point in front of their faces, like a beak that would never open. From under this skull plate, their eyes burned with visible dancing flames. It was like their entire skull was actively burning. Their wings were multiple bony appendages, some had four, others, six, but their bodies were skeletal. The ridges of their ribcage hung over nothing but an empty spine, their tails were held together by little more than skin.

When they charged they left gouges in the concrete flight deck. One had looked at him, took one step and leaped, its wings opening, sending it into a glide.

Brian lifted the rifle, took aim and sent a short spray of bullets that rattled its neck and head. The wings folded and it fell so hard the concrete splintered under it. Brian looked at the rifle again. It seemed normal, but those bullets hadn’t been stopped by what was clearly a heavy and durable body armor.

His mind went back to Aaron’s inquiry into the alchemical prowess of the West African hybrids. Turns out his curiosity was warranted.

Together with them, Brian formed part of the guard in front of the stairway to the lower decks. He took aim and shattered one beast that was galloping down the runway. He turned and shot another climbing up to the deck from the hull.

He felt an eddy in the wind and lifted his head to a flurry of dark wings. He swept the barrel up only to be crushed under the heavy weight of the servitor.

He heard the other soldiers screaming and the rifle fire. And then he was hauled to his feet. “You okay?”

He looked into a dark face and bright whites of eyes. “Yeah.” He retrieved his rifle.

Then he saw the symbol on the man’s chest. He was an officer. “Which one are you?”

“I am not one of the twins.” He chuckled, sliding another round in his rifle. “First company, overhead! Second, forward and flank!” He roared over the noise.

The soldiers knew what to do, half of them pointed their rifles upward for overhead threats while the rest focused on shooting on those that fell from the sky. But Brian spotted one on the deck that dropped off when he shot at it. Others were doing the same.

“They’re leaving the deck!” Brian shouted.

“We’ve got something else!”

“Look!”

Brian shifted his eyes upward and froze. The dark wood hull of an ancient ship was coming down from out of the clouds. It slid from the hurricane as though on rails and sailed over the Aido-Hwedo.

It wasn’t the only one, but he could see that these dark ships weren’t just targeting the Aido-Hwedo. In the bright flashes of lightning, he now saw the shadows of other ships far away, almost near the horizon. Had the ghostly ships not directed his attention to them, he would never have seen them. They were partially obscured by the heaving waves and looked like toys in the distance.

The roar of the fighter jet engines were suddenly close. They made passes at the flying ships initially but circled back, got in formation and fired.

Figures abandoned the ships to their fate as falling debris, leaping onto the deck of the Aido. They were giants, at least eight feet tall and covered with rusty colored armor plating. Masks covered their faces and horned helmets sat on their heads. One in particular landed with a heavy thud and stood the tallest among them. In his hands were two sharpened sickles.

Behind that mask, his eyes glowed yellow. He cut the air with the sickles sending a whiplike lightning arc towards the soldiers. In an instant, they were down, twitching, their bodies smoking with the heat of the electric charge. Then that beast of a monster ran at them, scattering those that remained like ninepins.

He hand seized one by the neck and tossed him into the air. With no one and nothing to catch his fall, he landed flat on the concrete while this creature was already moving on to his next victim. The bullets were landing but melting into his armor like simple rivets. He was shielded from the alchemical effect. If anything, the thin layer of metal that was forming on the surface of his chest plate made him more powerful.

Brian once again called for his winds and sent them flying at the monster, they hit him but he barely moved, leaning into it with rugged determination. The combination of the weight of his body and the weight of his armor anchored him. Brian felt the icy spike of fear when the creature chuckled and the lightning flashed from his sickles.

Brian’s world went black.

#Class of 2032 #Dragon Raja #Fanfiction

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ostrichmonkey-games · 7 years

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So what is this?

This is a short primer, or something, on my homebrew setting in which my Dungeon World campaign takes place in. This is a spoiler free primer, as there are some Big Secrets that my players have yet to discover.

What’s the purpose of this primer?

To put down some information for people to read. I have this long term plan of, when the campaign has ended, writing everything up in a much longer and more detailed guidebook that other people could read. Also I want something to point to if I ever do any World Building Wednesday type things. It’s hard for people to ask questions about something they can’t read (hint hint please ask me questions about things. I like questions.)

What sort of setting is this?

It’s hard to solidly classify, but maybe something like weird-high science fantasy. It has typical high fantasy aspects like lots of magic, deities, wizard towers, fantasy races, but also elements of science fiction. It’s biggest inspirations include Inverse World, Edge Chronicles, Star Wars, Treasure Planet, Kill Six Billion Demons, and Saga. Other bits like Jupiter Ascending and Dead Space have also snuck in.

The settings big distinction is how the world is structured. The sun, or sun-like object, lies at the center of the known world. Orbiting the sun are layers of fractured earth and stone. Some of the hunks of rock are small others are host to vast city-states. The best analogy one of my players came up with was that the world is like a galaxy, with the pieces in between the planets. Almost anything can exist in this world. Ancient tombs and temples, strange derelict research stations, wizards spires, and courtly intrigue. There are only a few “laws” that things in this world abide by. Magic is real, deities exist, and the world is very, very old and very, very vast.

If that seems interesting, then read on.

The world is vast and mostly unmapped. There are nearly endless swathes of unknown space. At the center is the sun, giving off a pale blue light. All rain originates from the sun and pours up, against gravity, which always points toward the sun. The closer one is to the sun, the warmer the climate becomes, and the farther the colder. A great storm surrounds the sun and can dampen its light. No one knows exactly how deep the storm is. At the ceiling of the world is another storm, though this one is of a different nature. This upper storm almost completely blocks out what lies beyond, though sometimes, things like stars can be seen far out in the deep unknown. Massive bolts of magical lightning occasionally strike land from the center storm.

The “sky” or “space” is called the lumen or aether (sometimes combined as lumen-aether) and is breathable if cold. Most navigate it with the aid of various makes of airship. On the landmasses, plant life grows inverted on the underside to capture the light of the sun. This creates upside down forests, jungles, plains, and other environments. Organisms that grow on the upper surface are mostly fungal, crystalline, or “other” in nature. Plant can grow on the upper side of land masses, but usually with the assistance of constructed mirrors, magic, or other similarly constructed methods.

Biological, and nonbiological life is staggeringly diverse. And, wow are things weird. There are beings like orcs, elves, dwarves, sure. But also four-eyed bird people, living energy, shards of dead gods, android-like constructs, and even stranger. If you think it could exist then it does. If you think it couldn’t exist, then it still probably does.

The environments are equally diverse. Inverted jungles, moss covered floating archipelagos, asteroid fields made from the remains of gigantic temples. Small villages clinging to the sides of rocky outcroppings. Isolated settlements nestled in slot canyons. Massive city states constructed on multiple landmasses, anchored to each other with huge chains that form bridges. The petrified body of an ancient titan, partly hollowed out by something. Frigid ruins at the edge of the known world. If you can think of it, you can go there. Provided it isn’t on truly solid ground that is.

Vague bits saying, “hey this setting is weird and cool” is great and all, but having some concrete examples helps too. So the following are some locations, things, organizations, and threats that have shown up in my game.

The Edgeless Empire

The monolithic evil organization that is slowly encroaching that every campaign needs. The EE is led by the suitably mysterious Emperor, who according to rumors can see through the eyes of all who serve him. The EE seeks to take over the world, and some other probably unimportant stuff. EE encounters usually involved regular fleshy soldiers and sometimes the less fleshy more mechanical Servitors. The Servitors are half biological, half mechanical creatures that serve as assassins and enforcers under the order of the Emperor.

The City of Gold and Glass, Qern

Qern is the largest city-state in its region of space. It is a massive center of trade and commerce. Made up of several chained together landmasses, it is ruled by the five Merchant Lord families. It’s been described as “fantasy capitalism hell”. Qern houses the Institute of Mystics, the Temple of One Thousand Gods, and the Voyager’s Guild. All of which are important resources for adventurers.

The Pyramid

An ancient inverted pyramid, half encased in stone, and with a jungle dangling underneath. The Pyramid was a recently discovered ruin that turned out to be an ancient research station and/or superweapon. It contained some nasty möbius strip centipedes along with valuable archaeological data.

Crystal-Headed Beasts

Lion-sized beasts that feed off of strange crystals left by magical lightning storms. They are blind, have gaping jaws with shredding crystalline teeth, and can emit a sound that can paralyze those who hear it. They are very territorial.

Fungal God-Thing

A strange fungus like entity that can infest the living, and reanimate the dead. It seeks to create a hive-mind. It feeds on warmth, but is also very flammable.

Dread Space Pirate Furiosa

What it says on the box. She’s angry and has at least one robot arm.

And that’s a lot of the general points. If I had to sum it up, it’d be something like, “blend of fantasy and sci-fi, add a healthy dose of weirdness with an emphasis on the unknown”. Also there’s an oil-salesman with an uncomfortable voice.

#world building #dungeon world #city of gold and glass #the whole world doesnt have an in fiction name #but ive taken to calling it crucible in my head #crucible

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deathbyvalentine · 4 years

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Post-Wake Prompts

Building something

Contrary to popular opinion, Lance Durovera was not afraid of hard work. In many circumstances, he actually enjoyed it. Especially if there was a physical element beyond scrawling on a dataslate. Like now. He liked working with his hands, the oil staining his skin, the trickle of sweat making its way down his back. He liked the aching from bending, kneeling and doing intricate circuitry. He liked being able to see the achievement, things existing and working, not just seeing a stack of paperwork get ever taller.

He straightened up, running his cloth-wrapped wrist over his forehead, grinning at the mass of metal that was starting to resemble a fighter. He had appropriated some servitors for the heavy lifting and they moved over it like mechanical insects, soldering and hammering away. He retrieved the bottle of water he had stowed in his toolbox and drank deeply, the happiness he felt appearing via the smallest upward tilt of his lips. They would be taking this lot to the Chaser, and it would basically actually finally have a flight deck. He could train pilots. He could lead a squad again, the Lightning finally gaining a pack. Part of him thought it was all rather too good to be true so obviously something would go wrong. The navy would swoop in and take his hard work or Bridge would change his mind. Something.

It bothered him a little but not as much as perhaps it otherwise would. No matter what happened, these creatures of metal and rage existed because of him. He had healed them and they would remember that. He patted the nearest Fury fondly, taking another moment to gaze at the row of fighters before returning to work.

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Combat landing

He couldn’t help the urge to be flashy, to take a risk even when doing something as supposedly simple as landing. It was like playing a game of chicken with others who didn’t even know they were playing. He eyed the Lex and smiled to himself, pressing down on the thruster. Astrid glanced across at him and without saying a single word, readied her hand over the button that would engage landing gear. The Lex had not yet opened the bay doors. Lance was not taking his hand off the accelerator. Just when it looked like they were going to splatter themselves messily against the hull, the bay opened and they were in. When the fighter had stilled, when Lance had unlinked, there was a moment of utter peace. Lance and Astrid high fived, breathing out a long long breath. His heart was pounding and he could hear his pulse in his ears and a fierce joy too big to name flowed through him. Carefully, they disengaged and started the long walk to report to the bridge.

Applause greeted them and the pride Lance felt in Astrid (and yes, himself) was almost overwhelming. He gave his report, grinned sheepishly and then retreated for a post-flight smoke. Everybody had their rituals. After a fight he would find a hab deck and light up, allowing the lho to slowly bring him down from the greatest high he experienced. He couldn’t stop smiling, couldn’t stop fidgeting, wanting to go out again immediately, wanting that brilliance and connection that came only from piloting a fighter. With Astrid there it was close to sublime. Another confirmation they were perfect for each other. If they hadn’t worked together in a fighter they wouldn’t work together anywhere else. He had never doubted it, never even thought to wonder if they would fit. His faith had been rewarded. Idly, he considered which fighter was going to be hers.

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She’s fighting us

Throne, Furies were aggro. Every time an enemy flickered onto the auxspec, she would turn towards it with uncontained aggression, pulling at her leash to try and chase after them. Lance yanked on the joystick hard, bringing her up short and clenching his teeth as he continued applying pressure, not giving in to her whim. The barely there MIU link wasn’t helping - give him a while longer and he’d be able to restore it completely but without a tech priest guiding him, like fuck he was going to risk it. Therefore they were learning each other. And he was learning she was a stubborn wanker. He liked her immensely.

Her stubborness shone when her steering was destroyed. No ability to turn. Only the thrusters still firing away, still raring for a fight. Who was he to deny her? All it took was trusting Astrid and having excellent spatial awareness, which he did. By drawing enemies towards them, accelerating or reversing at speed to dodge their fire and tempt them into the line of theirs... It shouldn’t have worked. It should have left them dying and hanging in the void. But it was Lance. So it did. They took out all comers that crossed their path and then peacefully waited until the Lex was close enough for them to reverse happily into the flight deck.

They tumbled out, exhilarated from how close to death they had truly been. The outside of her was utterly battered, parts of metal simply ripped away and left behind. He patted her fondly, wincing at how cold she felt. He had decided then and there he was going to cannibalise another fighter to keep this one going. How could he leave something so determined for the scrap heap? He couldn’t. He’d repair her and that would be that. Fuck efficiency.

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Conscience death (pre-wake)

A burst of irritation flickered over his face as he read the politely worded information on his dataslate. There was no great sorrow in his chest, no grief, but he was annoyed. Sure, she might have been a horrible heretic and possible mass murderer depending on if you counted multiple deaths in the same timeline as separate murders but she was also brilliant. Lance hated mechanical intellect being wasted. And she had so much of it.

He had no qualms about the fact he had all but lied about granting her immunity. He never had the power to give her that and if she believed him, well, that was really more on her than on him. The thing that rankled was the lack of imagination the Imperium had. She was a cockroach - she valued her own survival about all else. Loyalty in an idealogical sense may not have been able to be won but loyalty in a practical sense could have easily been bought from her. Once it had been bought, the leaps and bounds she could have made in developing the technology the Inquisition had at their fingertips... It was hard to imagine.

She was just a little too unconnected, a little bit too unspecialised to be able to prove her worth. He felt no sadness. But he did find himself being oddly pleased that the arm fused to him was her work. It worked perfectly.

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Heart-struck

It was as if the colours of the room had suddenly been turned right down. His chest felt tight - as if he was having one of his infrequent but nasty panic attacks, yet his breath was still coming easily. Slowly, he became aware that his hand had curved into a fist, his nails digging into his palm so sharply blood sprang from the skin. He looked down, a little surprised. When he looked back up, he saw Astrid and something twisted in his heart. Suddenly every slight, every person she chose over him, every inch of her love she gave to someone else scraped against his skin and burnt. It didn’t feel like the way he was usually angry, all heat and fire and violence. It felt instead like someone had poured cold water down his back or told him there was an extra stair on a dark staircase.

He managed to leave the room, though not without a torrent of rage pouring from him, each word sharpened and aimed with deadly precision. Leaving the room didn’t help. When his anger at her began to ebb, it crested at the thought of so many others. Every single time someone had wronged him when he had made the mistake of trusting them came to the forefront of his mind.

His father, his kindness an act. His mother, lost to him. Nalen with his cool superiority and obvious disdain of him. Even Nic who could not seem to see that everything would not be alright.

He was not an idiot. He knew that something must have happened, the onset so sudden and so very deep. But here was the thing - just because it was not him did not make it untrue. All of those people had really done those things, had really wronged him. Just because he was usually able to bury the hurt where he could not touch it did not mean it was not there. It felt like every box he had managed to hide in the shadowy corners of his mind had been kicked open. Everybody failed him in the end. It was folly to suggest otherwise.

Not sure where else to turn, he turned to Gwyn. They had not betrayed him yet, even if one day they would. And they were about the only religious figure they could stand right now. They could fix this. Even if they couldn’t fix the wound.

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Commendation

He considered strongly putting it next to a framed picture of a pineapple. The temptation was very strong and very present. He argued with himself for a while and finally sense managed to win out. He didn’t want Bridge to think he thought of it as frivolous. And frankly, if he couldn’t be proud of his accomplishments in his office, where else could he be? He hung the commendation on the wall, next to a few other scattered framed papers and a blueprint of his Lightning. It felt like the only one that really mattered though, considering he actually respected Bridge as a commander and as a person, unlike the other, lesser congratulations he had achieved from people who were clearly dying to see him fail.

He knew he was good at his job. Not in an arrogant way but in a factual way. It felt like for the first time in a long time, somebody else was seeing he was good at it to. Plus, it didn’t hurt that he had proved it to a bridge full of Inquisition members several times over. If any of them had ever questioned his worth, he had showed it to them, in abundance. He reached out one hand and straightened the frame, a smile appearing for the barest second before he settled down at his desk to do the paperwork he had been evading. If only it was as easy to dodge as torpedoes.

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Do you know who I am? (pre-wake)

The thug that passed as a member of security actually had him by the collar and was dragging him across the dancefloor. He thought the collar thing only happened in over-zealous arbite vids. As he was dragged, he tried to light up a lho stick but between the drunken clumsiness and the backwards motion, he dropped the stick. Okay. Now he was really angry.

They got to the small courtyard and he shrugged himself free, straightening the jacket on his shoulders. He turned to the security guard who was looking very pleased with herself, arms crossed and smirking. Oh he was going to enjoy this. He strode up to her, stopping just short and tilting his head back to look her dead in the eye.

“You’re fucked.” She barked out a laugh of surprise. “Am I sunshine? Do you want to add an actual bruise to your bruised ego?” A smile appeared on his face slowly, like ink spreading across water. “Do you know who the fuck I am?” “What?” Clearly not the direction she was expecting it to go in as he hadn’t made a move towards violence. She laughed again and shook her head. “How many stimms have you had kid? Delusions of grandeur much? You’re some drugged up addict who got caught fucking in some bathroom?” He took a step back, nodding as if he was mulling this over with a great deal of thought. Then with nimble fingers, he pulled out his lho case, showing the identification card that was tucked on one side, next to a picture of Anoretta.

The effect was instant. The colour drained from her face as her eyes flickered between the card and him, confirming that it really was him. She began to try and stutter out an apology but he held one finger up, starting to type into his dataslate. “Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen sunshine. You’re gonna give me your name. Then you’re gonna light my lho stick. When I’m done, you will walk me back into this shitty club, find me a table and then get me a fucking drink. If at any point you see me with my hand empty, you refill it. If anyone looks like they’re bothering me, you move them. If I so much as breathe unhappily it is your job to fix it. And in return, I won’t ruin your entire fucking life.” His smile was angelic. “Clear?” She nodded, ashen faced. “Excellent. We’re going to be great friends, aren’t we?” He finished typing in his dataslate and looked up. He fished a stick out of his case and held it pensively for a moment. “This is going to be a good night. I can feel it.”

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Strix

The rage that flowed through him was completely disproportionate. He couldn’t even blame it on ghosts. It was his anger, the type of anger that meant he was genuinely preventing himself from moving over the bench and putting Strix’s head through a wall. He wanted to hurt him, to rip out his vocal cords, to make sure he knew exactly what happened to people that raised their voice at him without a very, very good reason.

He waited but the anger didn’t abate. It just simmered, making him feel hot and as if he might lash out at the slightest provocation. He thought of a hundred revenges. Forcing Strix to touch the box, touching it on purpose, goading a psyker into doing something in the room - he took in a steady breath, remembering he was being good, he was behaving. His mind recoiled at the thought and his mood did not improve. He let Astrid steer him from the room, giving him some pointless task to do. It was distracting.

But Lance didn’t let go of anger. He just compartmentalised it. Held onto it and filed it away for later use. Unless Strix apologised, he would hold it against him forever, finding some opportunity to punish the other man for a transgression he himself almost certainly would forget about. No wound could go unreturned. He would not allow anyone to think they could get away with that. Nobody had yet.

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Exorcism

If the Bridge affair had taught him anything, it was that he needed to be more prepared at this. Weirdly, he was sure that if it was a full exorcism he would have been far better at it. But just easing somebody’s spiritual wound? Not his area. Not his speciality. Which wasn’t particularly good enough as this occasion had showed. He needed to be better. Revision had started in earnest. Go over all the rites, learn more about what spiritual wounds were like.

Except.

Looking over the rites as he had done for the first time so many months ago, something had changed. It felt different. Something twisted inside him. It was not a huge change, not a revelation but it was there all the same. He did not feel the light of the Emperor between the words as he once had. He slammed the book shut, surprised by the panic he felt at the prospect. How could he not panic? After all Bridge had told him about exorcism being an indicator of love and faith. It was fine. It was going to be fine. Perhaps it was just a reaction to how badly the last attempt on the Lex had went. Yeah, that was it.

He looked around the vestibule. Nobody around at this odd hour, definitely nobody looking for him somewhere scholarly. It was safe. He breathed in steadily through his nose, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and began to pray.

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