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Sounds good. So Remington and Laurie probably would have gone to him first, once Koschei showed up at the Springfield farmhouse, to warn him.

Yes. About how long has Vondra been mayor? If he was mayor before Koschei arrived, he probably would have had something to do with the mass evacuations.

Welcome to The Dalles.

Vanilla. I think Voidus has the Epic thing covered. I'm thinking she's related to one of the rangers up near Mount Hood. Her brother, maybe? Or maybe she was a ranger who felt called to The Dalles after Koschei died?

Dewhickey--I see what you did there. Hmmm....the chaplain thing inspires me. What would you say to a badchull female minister?

My character will be a young woman who loves pugs and whose life goal is killing Nighthound once and for all..... Oh, wait. That'd be a self-insert. Never mind. I really love the idea of a badchull vanilla mayor. Maybe my character could be a member of the police force or something similar.

I'll come up with a character for The Dalles in the morning. Rest well, all, and dream of….well, who am I to tell you what to dream of? Dream of whatever you want.

You know me. I don't object to awesome things. I too like Safari. I don't know whether to say "Thank you" or "I'm sorry."

The waiting will be over soon. Not sure how comforting that's going to sound, since the scene I'm most looking forward to writing with this guy is the one where he dies.

Koschei the Deathless (bio in Epics of Oregon, intro post to come) swept into The Dalles about two years prior to the start of this RP. There were deaths, but those who could fled, and many did escape. There wasn't a lot of property damage, as Koschei's powers were not inclined toward damaging property, and he instructed the Epics in his service to leave as many homes and buildings intact as possible. The number of refugees was far greater than the number of casualties. Most did not return immediately, but scattered to other parts of Oregon and southern Washington. Two years later, people are beginning to move back to The Dalles, and it has gained back some of the momentum it lost. It could be under the control of a minor Epic, or a badchull vanilla mayor, but so far no High Epic despot has claimed The Dalles as their own. There would definitely be people who remembered Koschei, although some would probably not return out of fear or bad memories. So those who did remember him would remember that he was an evil healer from whom they fled. Those who remembered how Koschei died would be found primarily in one of the ranger stations outside what used to be Mount Hood National Forest. The man who killed him currently resides in Portland.

Give me a few minutes and I'll outline how I envision the town post-Koschei.

If we do split the thread now, here is what I propose: We start with "What Happened in The Dalles," and open with Backtrack and the Twins' arrival. Seonid's characters would (from the sounds of things; tell me what you want to do) be the main Epics in town. Not the rulers, but the main player Epics there. Any players who wanted to have an additional character in The Dalles would be allowed and encouraged to do so. I'd probably choose a vanilla or a family to play as, since the main character I'd be writing for in The Dalles died two years prior. (Awkward. ) So basically, if we're going to split the thread now, we'll need to make sure we flesh out The Dalles enough to sustain it.

Looks good. (Still impressed by the sheer amount of work that went into those characters.) Yeah, just PM me their weaknesses when you get the chance.Edit: Splitting the RP up by region is certainly on the table, but it would depend on exactly how many players would want to get involved in The Dalles at this point. Which would depend on whether Seonid wants to have his characters move toward Portland, or stay in The Dalles for now. So, I suppose the question here is: What do you guys think? Should we plan more action around The Dalles at this point?

I like the new limitations, although I think that one would be a good addition, too. Raise the stakes for him and all that.

The only way I'll have Corrupted!Funtimes is if it's an alternate universe sort of thing, where Cheerful!Funtimes has to face down what she could have been. (I like writing Cheerful!Funtimes too much to have her go full corruption. ) ​Which might be kind of cool, actually…. Anyway. It might be fun to have another thread for The Dalles Epics slowly making their way to Portland, and as the action leaves Portland, we'll probably need several different threads just to keep up.

I like them all, although I think Paladin is a bit OP for Portland. I like Kobold's suggestion, though, of bringing them in at The Dalles. I'm pretty sure (though it's hard to say with this game, since we pants almost everything ) that the action will leave Portland after the CorpseMaker war, so maybe you could introduce them in The Dalles and have one of the less-powerful ones (Ranger or Guardian) scope out Portland, bringing in Paladin once things heat up across the rest of the state?

She didn't have a time in mind, but the thought of a tea party right that moment in the middle of the jungle would thrill her to no end. Just so long as she can keep an eye on Aldo, she'll be happy. Go ahead and write that. There's plenty of rocks and soil around for her to use.

Finally got an icon for Panacea:

Those are awesome! Koschei: Quota:

I'm excited to see him in action. Thanks! It took me 34 pages to figure her out, but I think I've got it down. And she's a ton of fun to write. Now I just need to come up with a name for her old boyfriend. I knew he'd existed somewhere, but haven't really fleshed him out.

"I don't." Before Doctor Funtimes could call her a lying liar who lies, a cricket landed on her finger. "This is Hari. She doesn't know him either, but Traveller did, and Hari heard him talking about it. I believe it was in a threat, which was followed by some bargaining. It seems your sweetie is as clever as you are when it comes to defending himself. Here." Funtimes' squealed quietly as Saccharine offered her the cutest cricket ever. Hari was small and green and cricket-like in every way. That was what made crickets so cute—their spindly green legs and their little antennae and their big bug eyes—and Hari was no exception. Best of all, she had a name. "Hari," Funtimes repeated, giggling. "Hi there, Hari!" The cricket waved her antennae, drawing another delighted squeal. "I assure you she is harmless. Though for many of my other little friends I cannot say the same. This is not a threat you understand, I only wish to be friends. And I do not want to do any harm to your dear one either, as I hope you will say the same for mine." Saccharine gave a small wave toward Purple Phoenix. "I only want to be frank with you, in the hope that we can work together. I am a biochemist in need of a laboratory. I could plead with you now but that would be rather crass when we hardly know each other wouldn't it? So how about a cup of tea and some cookies? I have blueberry!" There was quite a lot of information there, and Doctor Funtimes took a moment to process it all. First: Nathan. Nathan had defended himself. Not by punching—punching was for baby meaniefaces like Lightwards—but by talking. Her last boyfriend had only believed in talking as precursor to punching, but Nathan believed in talking as a precursor to threats, which she didn't have to fulfill if his talking worked. Amazing. She wished he had picked the name Doctor Awesomesauce for real so she could call him that all the time. B: Saccharine wanted to be friends. Yay! She had always wanted to be friends with someone who wore such a nice hat and had cute little animal friends. Next: Purple Phoenix was her dear one. Boyfriend? Husband? Something that made her call him "dear one." A small frown creased her face. His beard was still as amazing as ever, but it looked too much like that shadow buttface's beard. Penumbra. There might be two men in the same town with the same beard, and she would know after the beard-a-palooza, but the possibility nagged at her. He might be Penumbra, who was a meanie, which meant that Purple Phoenix was a meanie, which meant that she had saved the wrong person from a real meanie named Lightwards, and she— Stay positive. The words came back to her again. Stay positive. Think positive. Think about positive things. Happy things. Don't think like the meaniefaces or you'll be a meanieface. (Meanieface. That was a fun word.) The voice from her past had never once taken that line of thinking that far, but that was what embellishments were for. Rhinestones on a nice T-shirt. She looked at Hari again. "Hari," she said, testing the name. "Hari, Hari, Hari." She giggled. It was as fun to say as the cricket was to look at. Fourth: Blueberry! She was still in the museum, though Funtimes couldn't see her. She liked Blueberry, who was as neat as the fruit she was named for. Saccharine had blueberry cookies, which she wanted to trade for talk about a laboratory. Funtimes liked that word, too. It conjured up nice images of science and learning and building fun things—and it was shortened to lab, which was the name of a dog. She liked labs just as much as she liked laboratories. E: Saccharine wanted Purple Phoenix safe. Maybe he was a meanieface, maybe not, but Saccharine wanted him safe. And she knew what it meant to want someone safe. Someone you loved, someone who might not be all that safe without you. Someone who could die if you turned your back for the second some meanieface wanted to take them out of the world. Funtimes grinned at Saccharine. "I like labs. And blueberries. And talking about labs and blueberries and blueberry labs and—" She cut herself off with a giggle at the thought of a lab in a lab dressed as Blueberry holding a blueberry. "Let's have a tea party." Aldo gave a low whistle. "So you're a negotiator as well as an actor now? You drive a hard bargain sir, but I think I have an offer. How 'bout a fair trade?" That smile, that tone—Aldo might have used them both on an especially clever child. Together, they signaled what was next. "Tell me your story and I let you live. That's fair, wouldn't you say?" Only an Epic would call that fair, but only a moron would refuse. "A story for a story. You tell me how you came to be here, and I tell you how I came to be here. Tell me how you met Doctor Funtimes, and I tell you how I met the Tennessee Sibyl." Nathan blinked in surprise. A story for a story. That's all? He thought it, nearly said it, and stopped. Whatever reason Aldo had for naming that as his price was unimportant. It was low, and it was fair. "Sounds like a deal," he said. "Care to go first, or should I?" Please, he silently pleaded, please go first. Nathan did not intend to spin a false story, as Aldo's power seemed to have something to do with lie detection. But if his plea to Aldo's vanity worked, he would have time to sanitize the real thing. The part where he was drugged and strapped to a table might give an Epic ideas.

For now, it'll be limited to the Unicyclist seeing how Nighthound treats her and feeling sorry for her.

*puts on best curmudgeonly voice*Maybe Lightwards should learn how to be content with what he's got! Why, back in my day, we couldn't raise a single zombie and we were grateful for it! The dead were dead and the living were living and that was how it was! We did our own chores without some Warrior of Light to fetch our socks and walk the Allosaurus! Youth today....

You can fix that by killing him slowly.

Sightline already has the skin contact limitation, so I would suggest going with the inanimate objects limitation, just to make it more interesting.