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DragonHeir replied to Link Von Kelsier Harvey's topic in Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians
Just going to note that “necro-ing” (reviving old topics) is against forum policy. I’m not sure where to find the list - @Treamayne should have it - but you should read that and post an introduction in the introduction post section. Welcome to the Shard! -
Nick walks over and helps the commander up. “I am mortal, though my armor is as high above yours as yours would be above a man fighting with fallen branches. I lack the influence to dictate terms of surrender, but I will grant - I lack the word. It removes wounds, protects from harm from it. - if your people leave. If you are aiming to gain food, I can attempt to grow it for you.”
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Nick stops fighting. “Do you surrender?” he calls out, SIMON having gathered enough context to allow him to speak the language of the commander. “Those I have struck down will live. I lack the words to explain why.”
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Hi! I’m bored right now, so I’ve finally gotten around to posting this thread. (It’s been months since I first thought of it.) I want to see what creative uses for soulstamps everyone can come up with, because it is the most concrete yet open ended magic system we have. If your scenario requires the magic to work a certain way, note the assumptions you’re making before you give the idea. If you can come up with a different trick that would do something similar if the assumption isn’t true, even better. 1. How to turn lead into gold. (No assumptions made) Although people appear confident that turning lead into gold is impossible, I disagree. My method requires two bars of gold, but makes three. First, you need a lead bar and two gold bars. Flip a coin to decide which bar of gold to mess with. Take your selected bar, and remove most of the gold, replacing it with lead. Keep that gold for yourself. Next, create a soulstamp, stating that you’d chosen the other bar to counterfeit. Apply it to the counterfeit bar, and cover the stamp with more gold. Sell both it and the gold you’d stolen, potentially using the money to repeat the trick. Alternatively, if you work at some sort of treasury, pocket the stolen gold and leave your fake bars. 2. Compact packing (no assumptions that I can think of.) Roll dice to assign the order you pack things into a small, cylindrical container. Among your things, include a wooden disc the minimum size required for a soulstamp. Create soulstamps that say the wooden disc was rolled instead, and use them to turn all of your items to small wooden discs. Remove the soulstamp when you want them back. I’m excited to see what everyone else comes up with.
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Alvar finally manages to get the horses to start moving, and stays close to the wagon as it begins to move. “Maybe the person on the roof should direct the wagon…” @J. Magi @TheRavenHasLanded @SpiritOfWrath @TwinSouls @Spark of Hope
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Nick tries to pull his foot out from under it, but fails. Having the xenosuit pull as many nutrients from the foot and boot, he cuts it off with the glaive. As long as his brain was intact, he could regrow it later. “Got it. Do you have specs for the blaster? Although actually, that’d take out the anti-tear layer. Yeah, don’t shoot at me; I can’t protect myself from both energy and kinetic weapons at once.” Nick swings his glaive in arcs, draining blood from soldiers if he spots an opportunity. As his damaged foot regrows, he stumbles and catches himself by firing hydrogen thrusters. He focuses on the crossbow soldiers, trying to stop them from hitting Larry. Darts and swords fail to penetrate his suit, and he grows more confident, parrying with his forearm while attacking using the glaive.
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Nick tries to bat it away with his glaive, but that is easier said than done. It slips past and takes him in the side, which does essentially nothing. It does the fall on his foot, however, and there’s a crunching sound as it breaks a bone or two. The pain is shut off, and he lifts the sword, testing to see if it is indeed supernaturally light. The commander should be easily defeated now that he’s lost his weapon.
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The odd thing is, you aren’t panicked. The fish did something to you, making you feel calm.
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@TwinSouls
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Nick had been retreating, trying to buy himself enough time for the ferrian blade-plant to reconfigure the sword. The knives come out of nowhere, distracting the commander. “Hey! I totally had that!” No you didn’t. “Fine. Thanks, Sleeper! You probably can’t hear me anyway.” Swinging his glaive in an arc to scare away the ordinary soldiers, he advances again. Who knows, maybe Sleeper even took out the commander.
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The first island… you have a mind shielding aviar, right? The water is blue and pristine, closer to a vacation spot than a death trap. Small, brightly colored fish swim around your ankles, nudging you. Seaweed anchored to the sand waves serenely. You know, somehow that you should not eat it. If you don’t have a mind shielding aviar, congrats! Read the following: Third walks the other way. His deepwalker is still waiting, and he gets on its back. It swims away from the island, back towards the GM HQ. The black aviar leaps from his shoulder and flies off; Third watches it go with mild concern.
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“Ok, I’d do a rotating patrol.” Alvar tries to figure out how to make the horses start moving, but he can’t.
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“Why does everyone keep calling my stuff possessed?! I’ve just an inventor, ok? I’ll have to ask someone less murderous about this Ellvirin.” Seeing the somewhat worrying twirling of the greatsword, he continues. “Is that hydrogen filled too?” Not wanting to lose his not fully reinforced glaive, Nick uses its magnet to pick up one of the other metal triangles and flings it at the greatsword, trying to turn it into a bunch of unhelpful small metal triangles.
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Nick looks around, bewildered at the lack of substance. The ground is a featureless plane, and floating sheets of text bob to and fro. “This is weird…”
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I was gonna do fire, but someone beat me to it. Maybe the other ship carpenter died in the fire? Can I push the air with other air to move it and make more wind? Is the magic precise enough to make specific sounds on purpose? Can I deny people air my pushing it away from them? Is the wind strong enough to move people? What if I have a wingsuit-ish thing?
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Ooh, fun! I read the story, but forgot the side effects already, so…
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Alvar grits his teeth. “Good.” he says, putting lots of emphasis on the word, in a strange combination between politeness, sarcasm, and seething anger. Alvar sighs, seeing even more ‘accessory to property damage’ charges in his future. “I suppose we should get going.” He turns to Sleeper to arrange patrol patterns with him. “Do you think we should circle around, or just sweep ahead of us for ambushes?” @TheRavenHasLanded
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“Freedom,” Varel whispers “I can help with that, I think. I’ll give you the current location of a tribute. Be quick, or you’ll miss them. If you do succeed, you’ll get something more.” Third waves his hand, and the white aviar flies away, destroying the vision of your loved ones. He hands Varel a map, with an x marked on a beach two islands away. (Ping me if you go there) Third begins to walk away into the forest.
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Suddenly, you know what would be happening right now, if you hadn’t been a tribute. You see a different life, one where you are a home. You see the people who you’d never see again, if you didn’t win. Third smiles viciously. “What do you really want?”
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Do you accept its bond? “I want to make this more interesting… what do you want?”
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Mr. Forrest watched on a monitor. Third is taking some...interesting actions. Perhaps it's time I make my own investments...
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I don’t know if I have enough of a reputation for any jokes to be created, but can I have a meme?
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Third rides the elevator out of the GM HQ, stopping to acquire three birds: one bright white, one pitch black, and one that is @Exotic Almond, which he releases into the arena. He calls a deepwalker, standing on its back while it swims right under the surface. He doesn’t find more goats, but as he walks through the islands, deftly avoiding all the hazards, he diverts his path to find a tribute. Suddenly, you notice a man in a lab coat standing against a tree. He has a red and blue Aviar on one shoulder, a black one on the other, and a white Aviar, which looks a bit like a dove, perched on his finger. “Hello, Varel. How are you liking the games so far?” he asks, slightly mocking. “What do you think of earning yourself a reward?” He tosses the dove aviar towards you; it glides to land on your shoulder. It offers you a bond; you feel it trying to connect to your mind.
