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Ah yes. Of course. So what else needs to happen before Portland skips to tomorrow? I need to get through the Dominion/MEE fight and start the MoNA attack. Is that pretty much it?

Wait, so this footage is from after Koschei was resurrected as Neko?

Just out of curiosity, why use silver?

Vin fighting the Inquisitors in HoA is probably my favorite scene.

Given my thousand page essay on various Epic ideas, my massive folder of backstory and pages and pages of power analysis I'm sure it will surprise absolutely no one to learn that I'm usually a worldbuilder more than a discovery writer, although for the actual character arcs I don't do that much outlining, just a general guide that my characters usually ignore anyway.

Naww shucks, you're just saying that cause I bribed you with their backstory aren't you? So her choices are being healed but turned into a grotesque walking experiment or being healed but being turned into a panda. Assuming they don't just kill her on the spot. Drat, looks like I'll have to go with drug-fueled!Impact for a while

I definitely don't have an Epic with exactly that powerset hidden away in my archives.

She'd definitely still be pretty out of whack but personally I'm looking forward to writing a drug-fueled Epic rampage. For some reason I feel like I'd be good at writing a character who's on strong pain medication...

Triple ninja Ninja'd ninja :P :P

Epics who heal by gifting like Prof can't but if there was a fleshwarper they could.

I think it'd be enough for any necessary surgery and such, she probably wouldn't be allowed to move normally but she'll just be murdering her doctors and ignoring that advice. In short: probably not but I don't think it would do any serious harm if she's still using her powers to keep herself together, she'll likely be deaf for a good long while though, months at least so functionally for the rest of the game. Bioterror doesn't have much to say so yeah that's probably best.

She'll be back in the Dalles by the next game-day so I'll probably keep her posts in the Dalles thread for ease of following.

Darn it Edge why were you born in the wrong country!?

I'd love to do a more rules-based RPG sometime, I love the freestyle play of WHIO but I've always wanted to do a tabletop, just not enough people I know unfortunately.

It also largely depends on the combatants. Padawan vs. Dalinar? Dalinar wins hands down. Mace Windu vs. Shallan? Windu for sure.

Welcome to the 17th Shard, hope to see more artworks in future! Would you like a cookie?

Well if she were so inclined she could just freeze all the air around his head so Deathwish can't breathe, that would fix the problem

No time limit or technically range but she needs to know where it is, typically through line of sight. Especially if it's just a part of something like just his mouth. So unfortunately once she leaves the room he'd be able to talk again.

She could show off her completely different powerset and freeze Deathwish's jaw shut so he can't voice his suspicions, maybe she'd unfreeze it too... maybe.

Yep, they even do their hair identically every morning so they'd be as close to identical as they can.

Well if MV ever meets Deathwish there might be some explaining to do, if they manage to avoid that I'd say they'd probably leave this evening.

Looks like the game day for Portland and the Dalles is going to be over soon, any suggestions on how to sync up the various games? Amazingly all other games have started during today in Portland time

Still shows her fear isn't so overpowering that she can't stand to be near fire, telling yourself something isn't real helps very little with fears.

Compilation post part 2: Avar looked at the Northern mercenary, only half-listening to his report. His mind was on fire, racing with plans to share with Father Julian. As the mercenary wound down, a guard approached. Avar motioned for him to speak, and the guard responded in a low whisper. “Your Majesty, we have examined the prisoners brought back with the Northerner. The priest is not among them. However, there is another matter that concerns me greatly. This sellsword has brought back a full Inquisitor sorcerer, bound and gagged to the very gate of the palace. This is an inexcusable lapse of security. I cannot help but think that it was done deliberately.” White fear clutched Avar’s gut. “You brought a sorcerer here!” He roared in anger. “You dare endanger my life by such a measure! And then you dare ask for reward.” His voice become ice-cold. “Unless, of course, you already have taken pay from Corento. That would be a likely move on their part.” With a curt gesture, he motioned his guards forward. “Guards, take this assassin and his sorcerer companion into the secure prison. I want a double watch on their cell, every hour. Now!” With a rattle of steel, the guards surrounded the pale Northerner. Seeing the guards approach, Shuster cries out desperately- "Wait, there must be some mistake!". When no one stopped, he tried again- only this time it was barely a whisper, "I rescued every prisoner in the tower, if the Father isn't among the survivors- then he is either dead, or he was never in the tower!" The guards did not slow in their pace. "I... I only wanted more pay... Please, I can't afford to go to prison..." Panicking, Shuster reached for his sword-and tapped quicktime. As the world once again slowed around him, he turned and ran to the nearest door. Damnation, shouldn't have been so... careless... Before he could take even two steps, he felt a sharp tug- like a fishing hook that was embedded in the back of his neck that had reached the end of its wire- and was pulling violently at the pressure points behind his ears. The feeling was unpleasant, but not new to Shuster- yet it grew stronger with each passing moment, causing him to trip and fall to his knees. Shuster looked around- despite drawing quicktime, the world went by at its usual pace. Hearing suppressed laughter from the apprehending guards at Shusters display, Shuster dropped his quicktime- and the pain silently faded away. Great, no more unnatural bursts of speed from me today- just my luck... Pushing himself up onto his feet, Shuster growled as a pair of guards took his sword and leather rucksack- while another set of guards escorted him down the corridor. Turning, Shuster saw the king- already with his eyes distant, as if in deep thought, staring statically through one of the corridors open windows. They took a corner, and Shuster was forced to face forward in restlessness. Me, an Assassin? How dare you insult me by comparing me to a creature as disgusting and as lowly as that... I'd rather die if the only thing I was capable of was murder. I haven't sunk that far... Not yet... Within the hour, the escort had reached its destination- the palace dungeons. Far beneath the lofty establishment that was the kings palace was a set of private prisons, carved into the stony ground. The dungeon was big enough to fit around twelve cages, each with rusty steel bars and sturdy locks- decaying slightly from neglect. Since the inquisition arrived, the king hadn't needed to imprison any serious criminals, considering the inquisition usually executed common criminals- but now the inquisitors controlled the city prison, Avar had to improvise a new location to put troublemakers while he resolved reclaiming it. A third of the cages were already full- no doubt troublemakers who were bound for public execution, who Avar did not have time to deal with yet. Each prisoner huddled the back wall of their cell as if they intended to escape by clinging to the very stone itself. Since the place was lit by torchlight, Shuster could barely see the shady faces of the prisoners he passed, none of which he recognized. Shusters cell was right at the back, which was fine by him- the cell was as far away from the guards as possible. However, the prisoner in the neighboring cell caught his attention- as he was bound by his wrists to both cage walls by a chain, preventing him from moving his arms to remove the rag in his mouth- it didn't take long to identify the Full Inquisitor which he had captured. The Inquisitor was also caught by surprise, but only for a moment- his eyes turned back into a dark stare, accusingly. Despite still wearing the gag, the Inquisitor practically radiated a sense of burning hatred towards Shuster. Great, another stroke of bad luck. What next? Perhaps the martyr himself will descend from the sky itself to smite me for gambling against him. The guards dragged him into his cell, locking the prison doors on their way out. The inquisitor was still staring lividly through the barred wall that separated their two cells- no doubt if it weren't for that, the inquisitor would probably have tried to cripple him as soon as his cell door closed. Shuster stood there, standing awkwardly for a few moments till the guards were out of earshot before summoning as much courage as he had to face the inquisitor. Forcing his face and voice to be expressionless and defiant despite the Inquisitors glare, Shuster leaned as close as he could to the barred wall the inquisitor was chained to in order to whisper to him while remaining inconspicuous to the guards. "We meet again, Alligator Inquisitor. I do apologize for us getting off on the wrong foot, I was hoping we would meet under different circumstances." Already, the Inquisitors eyes were bugging out with frustration- but Shuster continued, "Oh yes, I know who you are- how could any servant of the church of Martyr not know of you and your famous familiar? Unfortunately, you probably won't recognize me, and with good reason- but I believe I must reveal my... True identity before things get out of hand." Shusters primary instinct to compulsorily lie had helped him out of tricky situations before, and he had since developed a talent for spinning a convincing tale on the spot. Given that his options were to risk earning the trust of an Inquisitor to help him escape, or face execution for betraying the royal family- Shuster chose practically instantaneously. Taking a deep breath, he spoke in a sharp and serious voice- "I am one of Paithyar Kondratys undercover agent, one of the best. Only Paithyar and you know my true identity now, we've worked hard to keep it a secret- even among our own. We have been anticipating that Avar would break his oaths for a couple of months, Paithyar stationed me here so I could keep close tabs on the king as one of his personal guards. When Avar organized a secret meeting among his closest allies, Paithyar organized for me to take special orders from the king at that meeting, specifically for the retrieval of the Father. Paithyar had already organized for the Father to be secretly escorted off campus, so there's no way Avars men could retrieve the real Father. Originally, we had organized for me to retrieve a servant of the Matyr disguised as the Father, who I would rescue and deliver to the king, and then we would have the king under our thumb- considering how he values the Father. However, our efforts to disguise our doppelganger who was among the prisoners I rescued was not enough, as the guards were not fooled by the disguise. Paithyar also anticipated that you would try stop our mission in its critical stage, and planned that if you did try and stop us- that I should specifically go against the Kings orders of killing you, and capture you if necessary. He said that if things went awry, I could rely on you to keep a level head- and he also said that he was confident enough in your abilities to rescue yourself if need be, with my assistance." Shuster took a deep breath, already he was beginning to ramble- he needed to conclude quickly before his story became too suspicious. Thankfully the gag prevented the inquisitor from asking any probing questions whatsoever, meaning Shuster could create his story uninterrupted without having to go into huge detail. Shuster locked eyes with the inquisitor once again, which now held the expression of confusion in place of the intense anger. "If you don't believe me" He added, "take a look at this letter I received this morning". Reaching into his coat, Shuster pulled out the mysterious crumpled note he had received randomly that morning, and showed it to the inquisitor. "This is... Paithyars order that I received this morning that I mentioned earlier, it says to meet with king at his meeting, and take a special task from him- the special task being code for rescuing the Father. I did not have time to burn it, considering the series of events that followed- but only we three know of its existence. It also bears Paithyars private seal, which proves that it is from Paithyar himself- and that I am one of his agents" Shuster pointed at the two squared signature at the bottom of the page. Evidently, the Inquisitor didn't recognize it- which therefore meant he couldn't deny it, hopefully. "And now..." Shuster licked his lips, thinking desperately for what his fabrication required him to do next- "We need to break out of this prison, and report to Paithyar the status of our mission. That is of the utmost importance, having a fake Father advising the king would have been a key advantage that we now don't have. Preparations will have to be made, there are battles that we could have avoided that we must now consider at length. However, I must rest to regain... my strength, that I lost in our conflict. We should aim to have our breakout tomorrow, at the very least- under the cover of night. I understand that you must prepare spells prior before you use them, use this time to prepare as many as you can. When the time is right, I can reach through the bars to pull that rag out of your mouth, and you can use a spell to open our cages. Since most of the Kings men will be out on patrol, chasing our brothers away- the building can't be that well fortified, we will be able to slip out of the castle with ease." Shuster stopped himself, not wanting to get carried away any further. "Well? Are you in? This strategic information could tip the balance of the war to our favor. If you are not... Well, then we will both be executed for treason- you've seen how I can fight, you won't be able to pass the kings guard by yourself- even with your crocodile. Whats it going to be, Alligator Inquisitor? You've got all day to decide." Samuel glared at his erstwhile captor turned fellow captive. His mouth tried once more to work its way free of his bindings so that he could reply. Still too tight. This is going to take too long to get free of. The heretic king knows his work well. Although if he’d known it better he would have executed us and been done with it. Shifting his gaze from the face in the next cell he faced forwards towards his own cell door, deep in thought. An undercover agent? I’ve always suspected that others were secretly using spies and assassins from outside of the Inquisition to do their work. But it’s all too convenient. Why not mention it earlier? Why not show some sign or mark? He turned to regard the man once more, his former smoldering hatred now turned into a few embers of distrust. Samuel didn’t believe him. But it also wasn’t impossible that he was wrong. In any event he could determine the truth at a later time, seeking out the truth was a specialty of the Inquisition after all. Yes, he could determine what to do with this man, be he heretic or spy at a later point. For now, he needed to escape and rejoin the Inquisition’s main forces. He would need to help retake the city, with the chaos from the fighting he might be the only Inquisitor left to help break the walls down. Meeting the curious eyes next to him he allowed his suspicions to show. But still he nodded slowly. I don’t trust you. But for now, you are the enemy of my enemy… Seeing the Inquisitors slow nod, Shuster let out an inward sigh of relief. Without the inquisitors destructive magic, it would have been impossible to break out of the cell. What he was going to do to escape the Inquisitor once they escaped the prison however, was still a little uncertain, hopefully a solution would present itself before it was too late. Shuster lay back onto the bunk of his cell and forced his eyes shut. He had relied too much on his powers today, and now he was going to suffer the consequences. Whenever he used his quicktime or slowtime on objects- every time he lost consciousness, the opposite effect would happen would happen while he slept. For every second that he had applied quicktime on himself while he was awake, he would have to endure a second of slowtime while he slept- and every second he affected another object with slowtime, objects around him would be affected by quicktime while he slept. Apparently, it was the only way to recover his reserves. The danger of using too much slowtime on his enemies while he was awake meant he would be more vulnerable if he lost consciousness- and overuse of quicktime on himself would lead to gradual sleep deprivation, which would make him more likely to pass out. It was for these reasons that Shuster had to learn to restrain the use of his powers- but after todays outburst, the consequences would have to be severe. Daunted, Shuster slowly tried to drift off into sleep- wondering like he did every night, if this would be his last. The fact that time just flew by around him terrified him, what if the inquisitor tried to kill him while he slept? Asleep, was totally defenceless. While he was awake, he was undefeatable- but when he slept, he was so incredibly vulnerable. If it wasn't for her, he would have lost his mind under the pressure. As the sleep took hold, Shuster was once again flung into a deep dream.

If he can expand them he should be able to contract them IMO.