Blackhoof

Are you able to store attributes while sleeping at all?

Perhaps Bands of Mourning will reveal the details of how Wayne got off? I think it highly likely.

Ill provide an explanation of the cities: Perth: ruled by Severance and Dissonance. Severance can have any one power if people believe he does, and Dissonance can make people believe things with her powers (a winning combination). Not much development so far. The rest of the state is huge, mostly desert, with many mines and a relatively small population. Hobart: the smallish capital of Tasmania, the island at the bottom of Australia. Very heavily forested. Unknown who rules it or whatnot at the moment, virgin territory.

Well if conservation of momentum applies, then the object will slow down directly proportional to how much bigger ot gets, until it reaches full size and moves at the speed it would have moved had Cricket kicked it normally. However, it is still in the air and still heading towards some poor sucker, so it could still have combat applications.

Who.... Who is Ookla?

Indeed. Re-reading the books for the first time in years makes me embarrassed at how thick I was Did not have a clue as to the Lord Ruler's true nature, or OreSeur's replacement.

That is a fair point.

Day 2 Tribourne: Laserbolt's Territory Jessica looked down at her watch, sighing as it revealed that little time had passed. Around her were dozens of people, lining up before the ration stations opened up for the day. Soldiers in red and black stood guard outside the doors, assault weapons in hand, turning bored eyes over the crowd. In her hand she held a bag of ration tokens, each stamped with a lightning-bolt. In Tribourne, in return for work you received a number of ration tokens, unique to the district you lived in. You could redeem these at ration stations, which were usually refurbished former supermarkets, in exchange for your choice of a number of different ration packs. Afterwards, people usually took their packs down to the nearby markets, to trade unwanted supplies with others. Lately, however, the ration packs had all been getting smaller. Jessica looked at her watch again, seeing that it was nearly time for the station to open. But suddenly, she heard something. A faint music.... growing louder. She soon stiffened as she realised what it was. The anthem for the section. Laserbolt was coming. "Must remain calm, must remain calm...." She had only seen Laserbolt in person once before, on another parade, and she knew that she should be safe if she did nothing to offend her. Running and hiding usually offended her. The anthem steadily grew louder, until she saw Laserbolt's convoy round a corner, slowly making its way towards the ration station. Laserbolt was in her trademark black limo, decorated with red lightning bolts, and she was flanked by soldiers on motorbikes and several armoured cars. The armoured cars, with microphones attached, blared the anthem in sync, as their queen conducted her weekly tour of her domain. The convoy slowly trundled past, tinted windows revealling nothing, until it reached the end of the street and turned once more out of view. Jessica released a breath that she hadn't realised she had been holding, and turned to see that the ration station's doors were opening. Putting the fading anthem out of her mind, she entered the station and set about getting food for her family.

On the re-read, i felt proud spotting the exact moment that OreSeur was replaced.

Someone has probably said it before, but Morgan Freeman needs to play Sazed.... For obvious reasons. And the Lord Ruler can only be Tom Hiddleston. Just imagine- he is in no trailers, no hint given as to who the LR is or looks like. The carriage door opens, and out comes..... TOM HIDDLESTON. AND EVERYONE LOSES THEIR MINDS.

Australia does have mecican food places (and it is sold in supermarkets) but it usually isn't good. Not enough Mexicans immigrate here compared to the US to give us a decent base of Mexican food places. Chinese/Thai/Vietnamese/etc food is a lot more common.

Well Quakezone just butchered about a thousand hungry people, so that could count. He didn't do it for fun though, purely out of annoyance and to prevent further riots.

Oh yes! Quakezone definitely needs a pony I shall make him one! You know, Wendigo was originally supposed to just be a side-character but I've taken a liking to her as a character concept.

Day 2 Melbourne: Quakezone Quakezone smiled as the workers bolted a gigantic metal symbol- a crescent pierced with a vertical line- to the monument he has constructed in the centre of his district. An imposing and tall three-sided tower of granite, metres wide, and his symbol gleaming on each face. "Are you sure that using a logo from a video game is wise, my lord?" Dreadpyre asked, standing next to him in his imposing black robe. Quakezone replied, without turning, "Few will remember the game itself, let alone its symbol. And I quite like it myself." Dreadpyre rolled his eyes, but said nothing. Quakezone could feel it- it was going to be a troublesome day today. An annoying day. Hopefully the annoyances could be delayed at least until he had enjoyed his new monument a little bit- A vehicle pulled up behind him. "Sire!" Quakezone sighed, and turned to see a black truck- like most of his government vehicles, merely a repurposed and repainted civilian one- and an Epic getting out of it. His lieutenant. "What is it, Glasstorm? Couldn't you leave me be? It is still so early." Glasstorm approached, and bowed deeply. "My lord, I apologize but I have urgent news. Someone poisoned one of our storehouses last night, we only discovered this morning when a subject bit into an apple and was choked to death by their own swollen tongue. Word got out and a riot is brewing because of it- people know that food is short." Quakezone felt his face flush and his mouth twist into a snarl. "Ungrateful swine! I protect them, feed them, give them purpose, and this is how they repay me!" His rage was clear for all to see, and Glasstorm bowed again and backed off slightly. "Where is this... riot occurring?" "Near the old Sunshine train station, my lord." Quakezone began rising into the air. "Send a platoon of Quakers and emergency workers to help deal with the mess." Glasstorm and Dreadpyre looked at each other. "You mean the riot, sir?" "No, I mean the mess that I will leave behind." Before they could react, Quakezone had flown away. Quakezone looked over his city, rushing away beneath him as he sped towards his destination. "I have had it with these riots, these uprisings, these little acts of resistance to my rule. I will make sure that no-one ever considers so much as thinking of rebellion ever again!" In not much time, he reached the location- what looked like at least a thousand people milling about, beginning to grow rowdy. One threw a rock through a window, while others preached what he knew was rebellion. Some soldiers were there already, blocking off the group's exits in their trucks and utes, pointing machine guns at the crowd. Quakezone got closer, and someone must have seen him, as the crowd suddenly began screaming. He hovered above the crowd, in white and black, cape fluttering around him. He held himself there, for several minutes, while the crowd quietened itself. "You have betrayed my trust!" He projected his voice, sternly, with anger but not rage. "You have nothing but what I give you! I am your lord, your sovereign, your leviathan!" He had always been a fan of Hobbes. "And you must be punished." With that, he shot towards the crowd, fist first. People exploded as he shot through them, and soon he was red from head to toe. He span around, every slight touch breaking bone or obliterating flesh. People screamed and fled, but the soldiers held them back, containing them. He finally exited the blood bath, turning back. "Fire!" He roared, and his soldiers opened fire, mountain machine guns on trucks bursting into fire. He used his powers, amplifying the impact of every bullet, causing even small calibre rounds to blast off limbs and destroy torsos. Then he used his powers on the fleeing rioters. Their next step suddenly caused the ground to fracture and burst under them, and the entire crowd cried out as many began tripping and falling. The blasts did not hurt them directly, but the sudden explosions startled people and the ground crumbling beneath their feet knocked them off balance. Everything they touched broke or crumbled- including each other. He couldn't affect everyone at once, but a dozen at a time was more than enough. The crowd flailed around as they fell, tearing each other apart and breaking each other's bones. The soldiers continued firing, strafing over the fallen bodies with rounds that hit as if they were thrice as powerful. Quakezone flew into the fallen crowd, fist-first, powering his strike to cause an explosion at every point. Over and over he hit the crowd, until he was certain that every last one of them was dead. When he was done, Quakezone regarded the destruction and smiled, seeing a convoy of black cars approaching. Perhaps he was wrong- good could come from this day after all.

I think Mestiv made at least some others editors as well.

if you are on your phone it won't work because it is a My Maps google file thing. ill check on my computer at home later, and see if it works then. I have the map favorited so I can give you the link anyway.

nah the new guy you hadn't noticed when you made this post I think

Either way, Mouldbreaker won't be too happy with him

I cannot recall

Yeah I was just thinking that. Well while more people will be harder to organise, if anyone really wants to take control of some of these, then that would be ok with me. Toymaker and Upgrade are probably not worth it, but its up to them.

Excellent, thank you well at least now you can have him say that and then have a soldier come in and invite him to the meeting.

Also, who are all the players in the Dominion? I'd like to get a group chat going so we can plan.

yeah that sounds good. So even if Epics don't fight for a time, they retain their places until someone defeats them. Noobs start unordered at the bottom and find a place based on their first victories. We just need to make sure that noobs are always paired with a non-noob, for their first match at least. A challenge system could work as well I guess. Soulcaster has the final say, but he would like the idea of fielding challenges like that I think.

Actually he confronted Heartsleeve, not Deathskull I like the idea of a challenge system, but all the fights we already pictured were surprise ones without either fighter knowing.

15 months ago, Shepparton: Wendigo Natali opened her eyes. All she saw was white, at first. Looking around, she noticed that she was lying on a bed of ice, surrounded by snow. Piles and piles of it, with more gently floating down. She only remembered flashes- killing her family, burying the town, flying to her parent's farm. She knew, deep down, that she had killed them too, and returned here to rest. "Why... why doesn't any of that bother me?" She thought to herself, "Ah well. They would have done the same, were they in my position. What can a girl do, when her family might hold the secret to defeating her?" Natali rose to her feet, the ice-bed crumbling away. Where she walked, the snow compacted beneath her, so that it was like she was walking on solid ground as she meandered through the snow-covered rubble of Shepparton. Despite the snow's depth, she could see discernable mountains where buildings had been. Debris littered the snow fields, and some chimneys, sign posts or lamp posts rose like sentinels in he cold. "Hmm... I wonder if any Epics survived. They would make useful servants, given that they have seen my power first hand." Natali wandered through the suffocated town, occassionally seeing a half-frozen corpse- sometimes still barely alive. Once she saw a puff of snow, and a frantic human appeared, digging himself out of his house. She stilled him with a thrown icicle and moved on- could not leave a job half-finished, now could she? She had always been a diligent worker. Suddenly she saw movement from around the bend of a snow-mound, and a figure trudged into view. The man started as he saw her, and held his hands out in a combat pose. His eyes narrowed. "Hey you, snow-dress! Did you do this?" Natali raised an eyebrow. "Snow dress?" When she looked down she saw that was wearing a white dress, that looked like it had been made from ice and snow. In all likelihood, it had been. She scowled- she had never liked dresses. Time for something a bit more.... practical. Summoning her power, Natali raised the snow around her and made more, armouring herself with layer upon layer of it. She could hear the man shouting, but ignored him as she rose off he ground, thick stilts of snow forming under her. Snow covered her torso and arms, bulking out and forming thick plates of ice. Within seconds, she had formed a huge exoskeleton of snow and ice around her, leaving only her unprotecte head poking out of a mass of human-shaped ice. The man looked scared, and then his fear turned to anger. "That's it!" He pushed his open palms forward, and fire erupted out of them. The fire formed a jet of pure heat like a blowtorch as he aimed straight towards her torso. Her snow melted before this onslaught, punching straight into her body. Seconds passed, and by all rights she should have died. But when the Epic ended his assault, he gaped as he saw her body, seemingly made of snow, reforming instantly. "You... you weren't hurt." His eyes were wide as saucepans. Natali smiled, and reformed the holes in her suit. "No, I wasn't." With a sudden movement, she swooped towards him, a huge, clawed icey hand reaching for him. The Epic yelled and aimed his palms downwards, jetting into the air. But he was too slow, and her claw captured him before he had gotten six feet from the ground. Bringing the pleading Epic closer to her face, Natali regarded him. He begged for his life, but she paid him no heed, simply asking, "Will you serve me, little Epic?" The Epic nodded ferociously. "What is you name?" She asked. "Uh, um, Jetpack, my lord, uh, lady. Who... who are you?" Natali considered the question for several minutes. Finally, she armoured her face in snow, offering full protection in the form of a hideous mask with teeth and horns of ice. "I... am Wendigo."