Kobold King

And meanwhile Lightwards prances around the museum like the joyous leprechaun he is.

I'd do that--if I had any idea how to. I was planning on just picking a bunch of vaguely similarly sized icons.

Those are seriously awesome. I'm going to find specific icons for all my characters from now on.

Here ya go. Still working on mine, as Twi has decreed.

It happened in an instant. There was a slight whoosh of displaced air against Lightwards back. He turned around, confused, only to have an earsplitting shout fill his ears. "Surprise! Happy Unbirthday!" He recognized her voice even with the shriek his raptors let loose, and the colors of her dress even in the moonlit forest. His heart thumping in his chest, he somehow managed to yell "Stop" at his dinosaurian guards. The raptors had lunged forward in an instant, their claws and fangs flashing in the moonlight and halting mere inches from their targets. Lightwards faintly leaned against a tree, his hand pressed against his chest. "Never sneak up on me like that," he scolded, glaring at Funtimes. "You almost had your head bitten off." The Doctor still looked unrepentantly pleased with herself, while Traveler still had a somewhat startled look on his face. He always had that look, as if he were completely bewildered at the strange places Funtimes dragged him around to. Still breathing rapidly from his shock, Lightwards frowned. That couldn't be right--Traveler was the teleporter, so by rights he'd be the one dragging Funtimes around. So why did he always look so surprised? Before he could decipher another one of Oregon's great mysteries, he saw a line of three people coming out of a nearby patch of forest. "I see you still have those pieces of human jetsam with you," he said contemptuously. "The goth, the treehugger, and the backwater bumpkin. At least that moron with the bagpipes is gone. The idiot probably rolled off the edge of the Museum." He shook his head which was growing increasingly airy as the night wore on. He should probably find a place to sleep and prepare for a busy day tomorrow-- That's when the goth started speaking. ----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- It had gotten dark in the jungle, darker then Sam could keep up with. Surprisingly her attire was beginning to blend in with the surroundings. It'd never occurred to her that the black dress she wore could become camouflage. One of the raptors glared at the girls as they walked by, its eyes shining with malevolence. She knew that people had a tendency to anthropomorphize animals, but somehow there was no mistaking the cold fury in its expression and body language. It made her uncomfortable to be around it. From further up ahead, the hunter Remington stepped out of thick brush and waved to them. "She's back this way," he said, his eyes drifting to the raptors. "Stay close and we just might see if this 30-06 works like it should." There was a cry from deeper in the forest--not a dinosaur cry, but the sound of a woman's voice shouting "Surprise! Happy Unbirthday!" Sam raised an eyebrow and Revolution gave another one of her expressionless smiles. "C'mon," Remington told them. ""Let's get you away from that thing." He nodded at the raptor, which gave a faint, almost imperceptible hiss in response. "Sounds like a good idea," Sam proclaimed, moving away from it. "They're creepy things, aren't they? Like big birds with crocodile heads." The three humans moved through the forest over a short but overgrown distance. Eventually a number of other shapes became visible in the moonlight: Funtimes and her boyfriend along with an irritable looking Lightwards. A pair of raptors stood beside him, with what seemed to be identical twins mounted on their backs. Their faces, as best as Sam could make out, possessed not even a glimmer of personality. "I see you still have those pieces of human jetsam with you," Lightwards was saying, looking at the human trio with open disdain. "The goth, the treehugger, and the backwater bumpkin." Remington kept looking at the Epic with the quiet fury that characterized him, while Revolution simply smiled in his direction. Sam put her hands on her hips and gave him an offended look. "At least that moron with the bagpipes is gone," Lightwards continued. "The idiot probably rolled off the edge of the Museum." For a split second, Sam considered suppressing the comeback that popped into her head. Only for a split second, of course. "Guess he got sick of the gas smell," she shot at the necromancer. "Ever been around someone whose shirt turned into gas? I wanted to jump off too." Lightwards stared at her with a mixture of shock and rage. Before he could respond, Revolution chimed in. "Don't mock the man, Samantha," Revolution scolded. "I think he's a great boss." Sam cocked an eyebrow. "You do?" "Of course. That hat is simply magnificent--it makes me think of a joyous leprechaun every time I look at him." The girls laughed softly as Lightwards grew more and more flushed. His eyes furrowed into a scowl that swept across them. If he'd been a leprechaun before, now he was a basilisk. "Enjoy your mouths, ladies," he growled finally. "You might not have them forever." With that, he summoned his raptors and headed deeper into the forest.

Why stop then? Also, I want to upvote that post again just for the Trimmer.

Lightwards is prepared to make sacrifices to ensure his Empire's success, but Ukrainian polka music may push him over the edge. Now to find a way to write the next post that doesn't involve Lightwards' raptor guards biting off Funtimes' head. He really needs to have a talk with her about sneaking up on his most bloodthirsty minions.

Me likey. Sightline's a cool character, and I'd love to see how he and Nathan get along. Lightwards eventually wants to install a quick and easy way to travel up and down, possibly asking Funtimes to create a floating elevator that can be turned off from a control panel.

Steelheart spoilers:

Voidgaze didn't answer immediately, seeming somewhat dissatisfied with Lightwards' letter solution. An increasingly harried-looking Altermind broke into the conversation again. "Currently she's staying with me. Send it to Thoughttown. We'll get it to her," the illusionist said grumpily. "Back to CorpseMaker. I've told you all I know about him. All I know about the energy Epic is that he can slice through things. That's all. The fire Epic used to be my associate. He worked for me. His name is Scorch. He isn't particularly smart or imaginative. He can form things with fire, but tends to throw fireballs only." Unexpectedly, Altermind leaned in closer and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "His weakness is comics of the DC brand. Particularly the Watchmen series. In Thoughttown, I have people working on gathering all available copies of the comic. I bet your matter manipulator could help us out with that if she had a model to work from." An Epic whose weakness was comic book superheroes? Lightwards smiled at the irony. His smile faded slightly as he deliberated to never let Altermind uncover his own weakness. The illusionist was apparently the kind of Epic who'd spill the secret to strangers he'd just met in a steakhouse while filling his part of town with the nullifying agent. The thought of Lightwards' own weakness being exploited in this way was unnerving in a number of ways. Atermind and his group began to rise from their table. "If you need to discuss further, send someone to Thoughttown. We'll discuss more. I'll have someone send the maps to your museum. Have a good night." The Thoughttown Epics filed out of the restaurant, but Voidgaze paused for a moment by the door. “I´m counting on that apology and have a good night.” She waved, but her face was still noticeably more hostile to him than from before he'd mentioned Nighthound. She turned and followed her allies out the door, leaving Lightwards alone with the waiter and his baked potato. The professor leaned into his seat, scooped up another bite, and let out a sigh of relief. The meeting could have gone better--but it could also have ended with him being murdered multiple times in brief succession. Altogether, the dinner had gone well. Finishing up what remained of his potato, Lightwards rose to his feet and headed out the door. It was later than he'd anticipated--the sun was finally setting below the Portland skyline, and the warm red glow of Calamity was steadily becoming more distinct. The Warriors he'd stationed on raptorback remained in the steakhouse parking lot, their faces and postures unchanged from when he'd left them. "Come along, girls," Lightwards yawned. "It's been a busy day. Let's head back to the Museum." --------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------- The jungle smelled of blood and death and stone. The biggest male raptor sat on his haunches, snout pointing aimlessly into space. Everything felt so wrong. The smells, the sights, the sounds. He had a nagging feeling in the back of his head that he'd awoken from a long nap. The longest nap he'd ever had. But any attempt at thought beyond that always led him to the same conclusion--the alpha mammal, the one with the strange green headcrest. The one whose chittering voice filled his head. He wanted to hunt. It had been such a long while since he'd hunted. A pair of female mammals walked past him, and his nostrils flared involuntarily. He smelled every drop of sweat on their skin. He could hear the blood gushing through their veins, and he wished nothing more than to dig his claws into their bodies and feel the warm surge for himself. But he did not. He sat still, his snout pointed aimlessly into space. The jungle smelled of blood and death and stone, and he stood still, unable to bring himself to move. When a male mammal stepped into the clearing, the smell of anger and aggression strong in his scent, the raptor almost attacked. He pushed himself, anxious to bite into the mammal's neck. But no matter what, his feet would not move. All he could do is sit and wait for the strange voice to stop talking in his mind. Because the second he could move his limbs and the commanding mammal voice quieted, he knew he would take control of his pack and slaughter every mammal they could find in this wretched jungle. ----------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------- Lightwards stepped out of the pterodactyl-drawn litter and entered the Museum. At once, his eyes widened in amazement. The Museum had been completely redesigned. No longer did NASCAR posters or dusty museum pieces line the walls. No longer did broken display cases line the halls. Instead, the moonlit hallways of the museum looked like a forest that could have grown a hundred million years previously. Lightwards' jaw dropped. The floors were made of dirt instead of tiles, and the air felt rich and moist. Even most of the plants were technically accurate. Lightwards had consulted on prehistory exhibits for museums before, but this replica of a bygone age left them all behind. It actually felt like he was standing in a Jurassic jungle, and the childlike voice in his head was squealing with glee. Had Funtimes done this? Still staring speechless at the primordial forest around him, the necromancer had the raptor-mounted Warriors escort him on either side and headed deeper into the jungle-museum, calling his associates' names.

Yeah. Sorry this is taking so long guys, I got precious little sleep last night and it's been hard work all day. Not feeling like I'm at the top of my intellectual game. Even so, I'm trying hard to get something pounded out right now in Oregon so I don't clog up the works. By the way, if I don't show up for a couple of days, just have Lightwards retreat into his office and stay in there for however long I'm gone. Let the other characters I control fade into the background. A big thunderstorm passed by last night and may give an encore soon, so I might lose power or at least internet connection.

Yes, I intend to do just that. I'm writing something up right now--it's just taking a while because I keep getting distracted. Frustrating work day.

I'm glad Sam and Revolution have been met with a good reception. TwiLyght set their basic personalities, I'm just working within her concept. Between Lightwards, Aldo and Cricket, Sam and Revolution, and eventually Alice, I'm far too mired in this RP to be joining the Tamriel adventures. So I will have to respectfully decline--I'll try to keep up to date with it, though. We will eagerly wait until then!

...Nighthound working for the Herd? I'll just hide behind this cloud if it's all the same to you.

References to the Oregon RP keep spreading across the forum. Why isn't there a "Freaks of Oregon" social guild yet?

There may actually be a little bit for Funtimes' crew to do in the Museum, also. But most characters are about ready to fade to black now, I think.

'Tis my understanding. So I'd say once Altermind agrees to sharing CorpseMaker information and Voidgaze gets one last Stare in, we're about done for the night.

It's great to have you on board! Can't wait to see Mundivore in action!

Huzzah! I've got my older pony codes off the old computer! And because I have to do something quick and useless with one of them, Not even the smallest joke shall go un-ponified.

That's right, folks. Lack of give-a-darn is Lightwards' weakness. Look no further than here.

Fixing dead dinosaurs is easier than fixing Remington's give-a-darn. Deep Breath:

To both lines I respond "I'll keep on doing it." Shall I have a dinosaur attack Remington? Doctor Who: Deep Breath spoilers:

At times, this is RP is just as much a work of "My Little Pony" fan material as it is "Steelheart" fanon. Anyway, I've seen some books use small images as chapter breaks. So I'm considering using simple png images as scene breaks in the RP. I've already used some tropical plant pictures in my last post. Should I keep that up, or is it just annoying?