Kobold King

I love it! Like TwiLyght said, I don't think it matters so much as long as you don't double post. General poll: what should the first song on Glamour's headset playlist be? Leaning between "Hooked on a Feeling" and "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" at the moment.

Lucentia seemed almost too eager to tell the story. “My, how considerate of you to ask, it´s actually part of how I claimed my city. Not to bore you with the details but it ended with its current high Epic ruler, a nasty one that could crush everything in his range and then some, in a gigantic prison expensive enough to destabilize the economy of the entire fractured states.” The diamond queen spoke with a wider and wider smile. “Naturally, it would have been a waste to just let him rust in there, so once he broke in there I got his weakness out of him and with some help I ripped out every single bone in his body and replaced it with my diamonds just in case I need to shut him down. Since then he´s shown himself to quite the worker, if a bit eccentric.” Calamity, Lightwards found himself thinking. Everyone I've met since coming to Portland is completely insane. Instead of giving voice to the thought, he smiled and nodded his head. "An excellent way of handling the matter, if you don't mind the compliment. I may request that you take up the trade once again while you're in the city..." He trailed off. A plan was hatching in the back of his mind--a plan which he would be prepared to lay out in full once he met with Altermind later that evening. So he merely smiled more warmly at the praying mantis-woman. "Now, I believe conquest was only one of the three topics you wished to discuss. I would love to hear any other points you have to make." With that he gave the notepad in his breast pocket a thoughtful tap. "And afterwards, there's a local bakery I've been meaning to visit." It was clear that trading the Sibyl story had by no means been a mistake. Aldo's smile grew wider and wider as he listened to Traveler's story, giving a round of quiet applause as the story ended with Fortuity's car becoming an enormous metal hot dog. "Bravo," Aldo exclaimed again. "Now that's a story worth visiting for. What I wouldn't give to see Fortuity struggling to explain the matter to his superiors..." He noticed the dapper gentleman from the city advancing upon them with a stern expression. In this case, noticing the man was quite the achievement--he had a way of evading detection even when standing in a crowd. "You, magician," Fade said gruffly. "I need a word." "Absolutely, my good man," replied Aldo with a chuckle. He pulled another chair out of his sleeve and set it up for him. "Feel free to join us--Traveler was just telling a hilarious tale about his life in Newcago, and I'm sure a fine fellow like yourself has a few rib-ticklers to share." Epics were easy to understand. Sam had spent the last six years of her life confident she knew what made them tick; their pride, their hatred, their utter contempt for all things beneath them. When they acted, they acted only to kill or to avoid being killed themselves. It was a fine theory. Perfect for understanding about 99% of cases. It told her all she needed to know. Except for that remaining 1%, which she'd never heard of before yesterday. There was the kind that would gut an old man to make a point, and then there was the head case who would make it rain pancakes right afterwards. Voidgaze, by the sound of it, was part of that oddball 1%. “Hey, Sam and Revolution, right?" the white woman exclaimed cheerfully. "We kind of took the chance and ran from Nighthound and I´m trying to come up with a way to help her, she´s Ray by the way, but given how much of a sociopathic monster he's I´m not sure how to do that without all Calamity breaking loose down here… so how's the museum treating you guys?” Sam blinked, uncertain. When she asked "how's the museum treating you guys," it was almost as if there wasn't a veiled threat there at all. She seemed genuinely curious. "Just fine," Revolution was replying, beaming. "We have yet to be tortured or killed, which is always an encouraging sign. We have however been within Nighthound's immediate vicinity, which I believe makes us ritually unclean in nine separate religions." Sam laughed, turning her attention from Voidgaze to Ray. She was an odd Epic too; apart from the dog collar, which she certainly wasn't wearing by choice, she looked no different from any woman off the street. Instead of a flashy costume or form-fitting dress, she was wearing a plan T-shirt and blue jeans. The most stand-out feature she had was her short red hair. But there was another fact that made her interesting to Sam: her name was Rachel. Sam didn't know many Epics' real names, but she vaguely remembered Rachel Something-beginning-with-B coming around her mother's bakery. Deciding against the perfect quip she had planned for Voidgaze--asking the white-robed woman whether grape juice was her Epic weakness--she instead walked up to Rachel/Ray and cracked a smile. "Hey," she said quietly. "It's Rachel, right? How's Calamity been treating you?"

Right. I'll have Glamour get a message from Vondra, then tell Edgerunner what happened.

Cool. What do you think they'll be doing? Visiting the site of Quicksilver's outpost attack?

Just think: Funtimes turned down the opportunity to be Lady Greyback. Ah, the road not taken...

You know what the really bizarre thing is? Earlier today, without telling anybody about it, I decided that Earl Greyback did this. He'd brew poisonous plants into tea and compare them. Reading that in the post was really strange.

EDIT: I'll probably put up a Glamour post later today.

Sounds interesting! Out of curiosity, where precisely should finished products be sent to?

I believe the verdict was that he could heal from it, but it would leave him vulnerable from other forms of harm while he fully recovered.

I was pretty sure CM couldn't negate passive abilities, but I may be wrong on that point. I seem to remember him fighting an invulnerable Epic called the Commander; he wasn't capable of simply negating his invulnerability and killing him. He had to bring him down with a combined stare + heavy assault from Electro.

I'm tempted to run to the nearest Whole Foods and find out. My headcanon: every year on the anniversary of his Koschei's death, Remington shares a tall mug of this stuff with Chicago Joe.

Absolutely. Koschei would have steadily turned Oregon in a wretched dystopia, sentencing thousands--and potentially millions, factoring in subsequent generations--to live according to his twisted vision. It'd be worth any risk to keep that from happening.

Message received and understood. Also, I found our official beer brand.

Every time Big Al uses his powers, a koala bear somewhere in the world dies of a heart attack. And its flesh mysteriously evaporates off its bones... It reminds me of a kill or let die dilemma. The dilemma is often illustrated with the scenario of a train hurtling off the tracks, on a path that will kill three people. However, you have access to the switch that changes the train's trajectory, so that it will kill one different person instead of the three. It's also rather similar to Megan's arguments against deposing Steelheart; while Steelheart was a tyrant, there was the potential for a great deal of suffering to be caused by his government's collapse. Ultimately, I would have to take the side advocated by David Charleston and Remington Springfield: it's worth the risk.

(Actually, the circlet and the cloak are pretty badchull. Way better than a lime green bowler hat. ) I've always thought Vondra would have put a bullet into Koschei's skull on his way out of the city. Or tried to, at any rate.

Schools would also have been high on his list. 0.o Some day, I'd like to hear just one fact about Koschei that's uplifting or decent. Or you know, something that doesn't involve or imply harming small children. (I love that Guardian pony, by the way. ) I think I wrote in Vondra's biography that his adult son died when Koschei took the town. Was it an accidental battle fatality, or is it likely that Koschei deliberately killed him to make a point? Forgive me if you've already answered this.

Nice--I like Paladin. He's scary in the same way Dark!Prof is scary; somewhere inside of him is a man who's fighting for the right cause, but wrapped in a corrupted, terrifying shell. It'll be very interesting to see how Paladin interacts with other characters from the RP. Icon I'm considering using for Glamour, if I end up writing many POV scenes with him:

Reader really is an unpleasant person. It seems that his entire life is centered around making himself comfortable, and everybody else as uncomfortable as he can manage. Still though, kudos to Autumn Glass for her attempts at kindness to everyone. And she has a seriously sweet and awesome pony. Mailliw, what were you planning for Edgerunner to do right now? I was considering introducing Glamour, and I remember you mentioning your plan to have Edgerunner speak to him.

That sounds like Funtimes. What are Autumn Glass's thoughts on Reader? Does she tend to avoid him?

Well, we've made Backtrack suffer a little more. That's the main goal of the campaign, right? "What Happened to Backtrack's Self-worth"? Carved into a stone wall somewhere in CorpseMaker's territory, the following words were found inscribed: "I'm the S to the I to the B and Y and L, And I got out of town before the whole state went to hell. I'm Sibyl-licious."

Wow. Reader really is a slontze. Upvote! Off topic... but is anyone else familiar with the "Twilightlicious" phenomenon? Well, I am. I am so, so sorry.

Do you wish to set up the meeting, or shall I?

Hmm... actually, once he realizes what kind of threat he's up against, Slaughterhouse could shut down his own sense of hearing to protect himself. Wanna arrange a meeting?

Having Fade join the conversation could be neat. I've been unsure what to have Aldo do next, besides laugh at the Fortuity story. Taken from "What Happened in Oregon" Page 47, I take it?