Kobold King

Indeed, it's so exciting to be fleshing the world out so much. It looks like there's a busy day in front of me today, but I'll try to get things posted when I get the opportunity. Namely, an Oregon post and a bio for Stephen Vondra, Mayor of The Dalles. Essentially, he's an ex-military vanilla man who keeps power in the town through a combination of coordinated assault teams and minor Epics working for the police force. His main goal in the RP will be building a giant statue of Remington Springfield in the city center. Or something like that. I'm still working out the details.

If TwiLyght has no objections, I'd definitely like to craft a vanilla mayor for this town. A badchull one. I like these. Seonid, I like Ssfari as well. See you in Oregon.

Finished. Is that sufficient? Cool, and just as frightening as I've come to expect from this man. I'm about to go to bed, but I'll be mulling over possible character details.

Magical? Why, thank you. Speaking of, I made this earlier to show off Backtrack's smooth pick-up skills. He's just such a ladies' man. This proposal makes much sense to Mine Eyes. We could flesh out The Dalles as an actual living location as opposed to just a still backdrop to other adventures. I don't currently have any ideas for characters there. Maybe I could play as the mayor, who's either an Epic or a really badchull vanilla who's managed to keep a hold on the town?

Right now Portland's already past the boiling point with powerful and eccentric Epics; the RP's like a pressure cooker ready to explode from sheer volume. "What Happened in Oregon" is already up to 35 pages, and that's with only a single city. Other cities such as Astoria have been confirmed within the story to be similarly packed full of activity, and more players seem to be joining all the time now. I harbor some concern that as this single thread grows more and more packed, it will become intimidating in size and difficult to read through, discouraging newcomers. I have little idea of what practical effects splitting up the RP would have, or even if my concerns are logical in the slightest. But it does seem to me that as our story expands, the forum space we use should do likewise. I would tentatively support such a course of action.

Neat. It will be awesome to see these guys in action. Since we've now got a lot of activity beginning to cluster around The Dalles, a question for Our Illustrious GM: is the splitting of Oregon into region-specific threads actually on the table?

A whole sub-forum would be amazing, but I doubt we'd get one. I like the idea of having a couple of different threads, if the action really did leave Portland. Imagine the sheer amount of posts to wade through if there were characters meeting and fighting not just in Portland, but in Astoria, Tillamook, The Dalles, Pixie's Lantern, etc all in the same thread.

These Epics are really awesome--I love all of them! My one piece of commentary is that Paladin having two separate prime invincibilities feels a little unnecessary. They're all badchull enough so that I think they would have been noticed if they'd been living in Portland this whole time. Maybe they could be introduced as living in another part of Oregon, such as Tillamook or The Dalles? And as Tulir said, welcome!

That is acceptable to Mine Sight, and is hereby deemed "Awesomesauce." I found character icons for Möbius and Slaughterhouse: For Slaughterhouse I was originally going for one of the anatomical pictures of a skull with the muscles attached, but the only usable ones I could find for a little too creepy for forum policy.

I like those. It's just a matter of finding them on the Internet and occasionally resizing them to a reasonable icon size. Or at least, that's all I do.

Welcome to Oregon, Silver Dragon. Wraith looks like he'll be an awesome addition to the game. I'm really enjoying the stream of consciousness narrative being used for Funtimes' scenes. It gives a lot of insights into Funtimes' mystifying psyche, while still showcasing the rambling randomness that characterizes her. And now I'm really wondering who her old boyfriend was.

An icon for Summoner... Would you be angry if I suggested this? I'm looking for other sword silhouettes, if you think a little more subtlety is required.

Neat. What's the boundary between "child" and "adult" for her powers?

That would actually have been really cool. His physical ability to dominate his Empire would go up at the same time his mental ability to control it went down. Eventually he'd figure out what was happening, and he'd be faced with the decision of whether to sacrifice his sanity for boundless power. ...has there been anything in the RP that thus far directly contradicts this notion? Makes sense. I was just surprised at the rate our fanon was ascending.

To be fair, it's hard to unify all life on Earth into a single zombie army when you're limited to twenty humans at a time. So... is the Unicyclist/Ray thing... actually a thing that is going to happen?

Nope, they're living things under Lightwards' control. I know the feeling. I've been regretting setting Lightwards' zombie limit so low for a while now. Clearly we both need shots of Upgrade serum.

Maybe he can only transport objects that he perceives as "his?" So he can only take things like clothes and weapons that he indisputably owns?

Yeah, Nighthound is officially the most despicable person ever. Nighthound needs to die. Everyone he's ever wronged needs to join forces and bring him down. Voidgaze needs to blow him into the sky. Impact needs to increase his momentum on his way down. Funtimes needs to conjure up his weakness as he rises to his feet. And finally, Ray needs to send a burning energy lance into his heart. Nighthound must die.

You will take 50, 000 more breaths in your life, which should be about... two or three days, give or take. I wish for the ability to pull infinite Sausage McMuffins out of my sleeves.

That was, in a word, awesome. I am officially Impressed with Upgrade. So there's some debate about whether Upgrade's power could be replicated with technology. Could Phoenix and Saccharine make a serum out of his blood though? I'm imagining an Epic being able to simply inject himself with a small syringe full of the serum and receive upgraded powers for a set amount of time.

Funtimes and Prof would be a really interesting meeting. I get the feeling that Lightwards and Limelight would just start brawling though, since only one of them is actually a real professor. Also, with Scorch's passing, I suggest a motion to declare Backtrack the RP's new Butt Monkey.

Lightwards was furious. He began striding back up the jungle path in Backtrack's wake, quietly brooding. There was a part of him that whispered he'd been too harsh, that he'd overreacted to a small trifle. There was another, slightly larger part of him that wanted to call the spineless little coward back and have Vincenzo the Allosaurus finish him off. As he neared the Museum entrance, he caught sight of an irritated-seeming Lucentia walking towards him with her hands clasped behind her back. She had replaced the black beetle-carapace for a dress of shining green diamonds. Now she looked like a praying mantis. “Emperor," she was saying, "on a word, shall we?” Lightwards spared her a brief glance as he walked by, passing her and heading to the Museum's front. "You can follow me," he informed her. "I have errands to run." He found the five "toy soldiers" Nighthound had brought still kneeling in the dirt, streams of black mist trailing off of them. If nothing else, they were certainly loyal already. Now to see how they would fare as full Warriors. Lightwards pulled out his pistol once more and fired into the first toy's face. There was a splatter of blood and grey matter as it fell onto its back, the black mist disappearing as the last life faded from its corpse. Each soldier received the same cleansing. As he surged his miracle into each body in turn, he felt a wide smile stretching across his face. Oh, this is new. The new toy Warriors stood at attention before him, their faces somehow surpassing the average zombie's dullness. Lightwards continued smiling as he looked them over. This... this was amazing. He felt a level of control over these creatures that was uncommon in his Warriors. Not even Claudius the vulture was so entirely under his command. Salute, he thought sternly, fixing them with a stare. Instantly the toys crisply raised their hands in a broad salute. Pick up your weapons. The toys bent to grasp the guns they'd been brought with before standing upright again, clutching them close. Some of his anger faded into delight as he examined his new Warriors. They responded instantly to his thoughts, they showed no traces of original thought--why, he hadn't even felt a strain on his resurrection limit when he'd raised them. I'm going to need a lot more of these, he thought hungrily. Feeling appeased, he turned to Lucentia, who was staring at him with a sour expression. "You have control over diamonds, I presume?" Lightwards began. "Excellent. If you would be so kind as to help me down from this Museum, we can converse in earnest once we're on the ground." "Get us out of here." The girls looked terrified--MV in particular looked like she was about to throw up. Backtrack began to feel his confidence coming back to him. These were damsels in distress, and he was their knight in shining armor. He was like the hero in one of those movies he used to watch, ready to assure the fetching female lead he'd protect her at all costs. Backtrack started to smile and hug the girls a little closer-- He stepped into view. Nighthound strode straight up to them, a wide and manic grin upon his face. The twins stood petrified when they saw him, and the goth and hippie chicks stopped smiling at once. He saw the vanilla girls hurriedly excuse themselves and leave the gathering just as Nighthound's hand darted forward. “Did anyone ever tell you that you have beautiful eyes?” Nighthound drawled. His hand clutched MV's chin and he angled her head forwards. The girl's body stood rigid, her eyes wide with shock and her lips trembling with fear. Now's my chance, Backtrack thought to himself. This is the part where the hero punches the creep in the face and says "keep your paws off my girl..." Backtrack felt a gradual realization: he wasn't the hero of this story. He froze as rigid as MV as he watched Nighthound pull her into a menacing embrace. He felt like he would have watched powerlessly if Nighthound had started dismembering the girl. He didn't feel like anything could have shaken him back to movement. Apparently he was wrong. With a whizzing sound, a beam of energy shot through the air, blowing off Nighthound's hand in a burst of blood and black mist. Nighthound let go of MV and whirled around on the girl in the dog collar. “Darling, there is no need to get jealous..." he drawled Backtrack didn't wait to hear the rest. His hands and feet started moving of their own accord; he grabbed Impact and MV and started running towards the museum's exit with the girls dragging behind them. They threw open the building's doors and stood at the very edge of the Museum. Behind them was a jungle with Nighthound and an angry necromancer--in front of them was a lethal drop to the Portland sidewalk. "OK, OK," he found himself gibbering rapidly, holding onto the girls tightly. For once he wasn't holding them close because he was attracted to them; this time, he was simply too terrified to do anything but hold on tight. "We need to get down, we need to get down," he kept repeating. "Can you get us down? Because we really need down right now." He regained control of himself just long enough to look into MV's face. The girl looked just as terrified as he was, but she looked as if some thought was stirring in her brain. Her face was pale, contrasting with the drops of Nighthound's blood splattered over her cheek. "We should get down now," Backtrack kept saying softly. He didn't like that creep's blood on her cheek, so he pulled out a handkerchief and started to wipe it off. MV suddenly shot her hands out and shoved him backwards. "Wait!" he cried suddenly. "What are you--" With a scream of terror, he found himself stumbling further and further backwards. His feet ceased to touch the ground, and he found himself hurtling ever downwards towards the city below.

Should I end Backtrack's post with that, then? I was thinking of having him try wiping the blood off of MV's face, only for her to push him off the edge when he does so. Death by giggles. Unconventional, but effective. You should indeed!

You're right. This is fun.

I'm going to go ahead and write that, then. Purple Phoenix could cover their escape if Nighthound tries to follow. You had me at "and Nighthound died."