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  Character question
Posted by: Soul - 05-26-2017, 11:56 AM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (5)

What to do if I want to create a character who doesn't battle?

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  Email: Ra'Tima to Demetri Malius
Posted by: Skadi Lufthejt - 05-26-2017, 02:47 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards - Replies (1)

Subject: Assistance

Bajiit Ro'aran <bajiitro'aran@omail.com>
to <irisisawesome@omail.com>


You are dariit, takers of many things, yes? Ra'Tima has found herself in large need of this service. Ra'Tima will trade her services for her fellow dariit to give help. Many moon cycles have passed and still this one finds herself dealing with gajithka renrija. They raid her caravans and ruin her peace. Ra'Tima seeks information and shadow destruction for these renrija. Perhaps you could use her trade for any dar jhaka you find yourself needing rid off.





Underneath the email is an automatic translation:

dariit: thief/thieves (lit. one who steals)
gajithka: disgrace/disgraced
renrija: bandits (extremely negative connotation)
dar jhaka: stolen goods

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  From The Void
Posted by: Emily Kaldwin - 05-25-2017, 05:09 PM - Forum: The Nexus - Replies (3)

It was with a thick malaise that Emily's eyes began to open. Slowly at first with a groggy drag, and then more quickly as the sense of urgency that comes from oversleeping began to set in; it was then that she felt the first bell of alarm that sprung her into action.

Everything was dark. Was this the Void, the same Void where she was marked by the Outsider?

...no, something was different here. A Cheshire grin was manifest in the foreground of her vision that seemed to punctuate the all-encompassing stagnation of darkness. The teeth were a lighthouse beacon, and she the wayward sloop drawn to its familiarity like a moth though she knew not from where it came.

Yet as her feet began the pilgrimage towards the host unknown, her mouth couldn't form the questions on her lips.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Exit stage left - young Kaldwin's eyes opened this time to a world inverted in color to that which preceded it; stark white like a polar bear basking in a white-out blizzard met her awakening this time, a white so total that it encompassed all she could see. All, that is, except a single ornate fountain that stood before her like a steadfast companion. With the fog that hazed her mind like a hangover she felt as if she and the fountain were the last two standing after a night of binge-drinking grog; long after everyone had gone home to sleep it off or lost consciousness in the attempt.

Had that been it? Had she been binge-drinking grog?

No, no. That wasn't it. Her off-hand rose up from the hip that holstered her pistol, prizing to feel her throbbing forehead, but something bumped the bridge of her nose before any of that could happen.

The glimmering orb. ...Omnilium.

Maybe this Omni was a demigod, or a God, not unlike the Outsider whose mark she bore. This world, then, would stand to feel as real as the Void - a comparison easily derived. A brush with the supernatural that left her feeling confused was becoming par for the course - always proactive and reactive after a foreign experience; Emily dismissed the orb with a thought, and found her way to the fountain's edge whereupon she gazed out unto the vast horizon of the endless non-descript that had been here to greet her.

Never one to wait, she splashed the water of the fountain on her face with special attention to her tired eyes and high, gaunt cheekbones before turning to march towards destinations unknown. Thoughts of her father flickered through her mind, and thoughts of the quarry she had hunted prior to this; accompanying these thoughts were the idle musings of what was next and the welcome feeling that came with a new mission and a new story to unravel. There was sleuthing to be done to find out her place here, and many questions to ask as to why she had been yanked from her existence and thrust into a new one.

...and so she moved forward. As was her nature. As would always be her nature. With her pistol at her hip, her long hemmed soldier's uniform decorating the blank canvas of this world in its royal blues and gold buttons, and a hardened grit in her step and in her mind she knew not to look back.

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  Political & Social Questions on the Corsucant Setting
Posted by: MADBULL34 - 05-25-2017, 05:00 PM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (3)

As I do prep work for my next story, I had a few questions to ask out of respect for the original creator of the setting.

What's the political system and situation in the 5th and 6th Tiers? Is society ruled by elected representatives or solely through despotic control?

Is society/government subdivided into wards, districts, metros, counties and provinces like Earth?

Is law and order manifested in harsh/corrupt police forces?

Would some of the public-at-large feel politically disenfranchised and rally/campaign for certain issues to improve their lives??

Are we, as writers, permitted to take artistic license with these things, perhaps naming and using minor political figures or local leaders to flesh out the setting?

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  Emily Kaldwin Log
Posted by: Mark - 05-25-2017, 02:37 PM - Forum: Purchases and Deductions Log - No Replies

Purchases and Deductions for Emily Kaldwin go here!

Current post count: (your current post count, viewable below your avatar)
Current Earned OM: (your current Earned OM, viewable next to your posts)
Current Spent OM: (total, viewable on your roster)
Buying: (whatever it is you want to buy).
Cost: (the cost) OM
New Spent OM: (your total Spent OM after the purchase)

All moves must be approved here before purchase.

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  (Flashback) Usurping Command
Posted by: Dane Regan - 05-25-2017, 02:01 PM - Forum: The Astral Realm - Replies (4)

Quote:Dane has this flashback/dream just after This post in "A nice change in scenery".


Demons were aggressive, horrible, mutilated creatures. But what truly made them terrifying was their intelligence - soldiers were never taught how to combat it. Demons coordinated their attacks with the sole purpose of maximising damage. It was disgusting; the cause was unknown, they just seemed to be guided with the aim - perhaps an intelligent one - of ending the world. Dane's world. Any form of self preservation was simply missing. They were offensive attackers, flinging claws and teeth at their opponents, aiming to tear and consume flesh. A small hoard could be devastating to an unprotected village.

And so, the borders could never be left unprotected. Many men were conscripted to hold the choke-points civilisation had fallen back to. But sometimes that wasn't enough. Sometimes they broke though. Sometimes they threatened further towns inland, ones presumed to be safe. Nowhere was, not really.

That's where the less trained militia came in. Being newer, fresher recruits, many still had a year or two before they'd find themselves in truer combat. Dane was one of them, much to his annoyance. He'd jumped on the military training bandwagon at a much younger age than required. Front-line combat was not something he wanted. He didn't doubt his ability, he just wanted to be the one giving orders, instead of the one taking them. Everything was too organised. All military regimes, and protocols worked like clockwork. Which would have been fine, besides the fact the many glaring assumptions and flaws in said protocols. Hence Dane's desire to change them from the inside.

Originally, yes, he just wanted to get an early edge at combat. Any advantage he could get would be useful given the likely chance of an early demise. But, over time, he developed his own methods. Better methods, of fighting and magic. In those particular cases, the system was wrong. If you were born with talent, you were trained until you fell flat or made it to the top. A swordsman was more useful than a poor caster was the logic that followed. Which was true. The only problem was, what happens if you get a swordsman who's also a bad caster? Someone like that: much more useful. 

"But it's not worth the effort." "Spending a day practicing magic is not as useful as a day honing the blade, for someone with weaker magic at least."

Which was flat out wrong. Magic was just theory, and mentality. You can practice both at once, particularly core magic - which everyone was gifted with, at least to some extent. It was sort of like a phantasmal muscle. It could be influenced by "thinking", or "willing" something to occur. Sort of. It was more complicated than that, but everyone had the capability, and most people uses it to a lesser extent accidentally - such as when you really want to succeed at a physical challenge. Anyway, it was simply will based. Something that was very easy to teach, and very hard to master. But even the slightest degree of skill was much more valuable than any military officer or court mage would ever let out.

Dane could never understand why. He presumed it was because they wanted to limit control of magic to the noble bloodlines. Even in war, people were selfish arseholes. Having a talented mage born outside of a bloodline would usually cause the individual to be invited inside the closed circle. Any magical knowledge was closely guarded.

Regardless of Dane's distaste for the system, there was little he could do. At least, there was little he could do at this moment in time. That said, he vowed to himself to at least prevent harm to those the battalion he was assigned to was meant to protect. If that meant butting heads with his commander, so be it. It wasn't his fault the guy was an idiot. Steve Ishmir followed the handbook to the letter. Every letter. Even if the handbook hadn't accounted to the very rare situation of being at a mountain lake in the middle of a thunderstorm and all common sense defied walking across the water in plated metal armour, he'd still demand it should the route be quicker. Which at one point it was. The lake itself was large and shallow. And the land surrounding it was as high as it, yet still flat. It was an unnecessary risk not worth taking, and there was no need to rush.

Luckily, nothing happened on that past endurance training mission. However, Dane had no confidence in the guy to make the right decisions in protecting the village they'd just arrived in. Still, he had two days to make a difference. But, he wasn't going to try anything rash without at least a tad more information. Which was exactly what Dane planned to obtain upon entering the commanders tent.

Nodding at the guard, Dane knew him as John Drake, he opened his mouth to talk to the commander. "What's the situation, sir? Last I heard the Demon's eta was two days. Do we have a battle plan?" he asked, gulping as Ishmir sneered at him.

"Why should I tell you anything? You are just a solider. And you will do as I say."

Great, Dane thought, he was drunk. As usual. He'd be sober tomorrow evening, Dane knew. He wasn't so irresponsible he'd drink on the eve of battle, at least. Still, in the morning he'd be hungover, and in the afternoon he'd start executing plans. And Dane didn't want him to start doing the wrong thing. If Dane was honest with himself, he'd admit he probably found faults in Ishmir's technique when there were none. He hated the guy's guts. He hated having to treat him with undeserved respect. Anyone can follow a rulebook. Dane was better than that. He could make and justify his own rules. Act on the spot. Think fast on his feet. This guy here was an insult to his existence. Age truly did mean little: he wasn't allowed to jump on the officer track until age nineteen at least. He was seventeen, a capable adult. He should be treated as such.

But he wasn't. So he had to deal with it. "I'm your impromptu second in command. I've been training with this squad for almost the longest. And I am one of the strongest combatants." And the only one who can use magic. "I have a right to know my future orders."

"Ah... an egotistical deserter. Get out of my sight."

Deserter? What? How did he come to that conclusion?

"Forgive me sir, but I don't follow. I do not plan to desert. Nor are any of my claims unfounded." Dane stepped forwards and looked down at the tactical map. "Any of the longstanding men will agree I am a skilled combatant. Though I'm sure some of the new additions won't know me well enough to form any opinion."

Ishmir growled and pulled the map off the table, scattering pieces on the floor. "If you had any brains, you'd know what I have planned. Clearly the best and most intellectual choice: you fool." He stood up and re-positioned the map, before continuing in a haughty voice, like Dane should be privileged to hear his explanation. "We will leave the village and march west, away from the Demons to the Griven Ford, and hold them back there. We cannot risk any Demons breaching through to the inner Kingdoms."

"And of the villagers?" Dane made his face look as calm as he could, trying to keep emotion out of his voice.

"The fools should follow if they know what's good for them."

"Have you not considered that, should we leave now, we will not reach the ford for a week, even longer if slowed down by civilians. The demons could catch up to us."

"Our men are not slow. And if the civilians have to run to keep up, so be it. 'Tis a fair plan." Drake interjected from the entrance.

Dane gritted his teeth. "Then why are we not leaving now." He stressed the last word.

"Because, you cretin, you soldiers can easily make it there in time. And I want a rest." Ishmir was infuriating. He wasn't wrong per se. Theoretically, the soldiers and the villagers could reach the ford using the standard figures for a civilian forced march pace. They had enough carts and horses. It was possible. And from some perspectives it may have even been a better option. Dane slowed his breathing and focused. Spells always calmed his mind, so he cast a simple, undetectable, muffle charm on the tent. No sound in. No sound out. It required just enough focus to keep him less occupied on his anger.

"You're risking lives just because you want a rest? No. I will not stand for this. Step down, or hold the town. The demons will come here. It's impossible that they won't. They don't care about who they eat. They just want human flesh, and thus they will drift towards this very village. Even if we are defeated, or they push past us regardless, our army's reinforcements would meet them just west of the ford on their scheduled march to the frontlines. If we stay, less lives will be risked. Holding a town is easier than holding a road. Demon hordes cannot coordinate in-"

"ENOUGH!" Ishmir interrupted. "You will not tell me how to do my job. I am paid to tell you what to do, and you will do it. We will follow my plan. It is the protocol. Don't presume to know tactics just because you read a few books, child." He paused. "Drake, escort this boy from my quarters."

Dane held up his palm towards Drake in a gesture to prompt him not to get too close. "No. I will not leave until you concede that your foolish following of the rules is needlessly endangering lives. Stop being lazy and think for yourself for once."

"Fuck you." Ishmir threw a punch towards Dane, and time seemed to slow down.

A slam echoed throughout the tent as Ishmir's body collided with the table in one smooth unnoticeable motion. Drake watched silently, beckoning Dane to leave now before things got worse.

"You will concede your command to me." Unfortunately, Dane believed continuing this was the very thing that would stop things getting worse.

Ishmir snarled, pulled himself up, and grabbed the sword conveniently (or inconveniently) placed by his side. "You may not be a deserter, but you will be permanently leaving my service for this." He swung it loosely at Dane.

Seconds later, the same blade was buried in his throat. His last words were correct. Dane did, indeed, permanently leave his service. 

Before even considering his actions, Dane looked up at Drake. Eyes locked for a brief second before Drake turned and yelled. "Traitor! Dane is a-"

He got no further before the same sword found itself buried in his back. He never got to leave the tent. And his voice met none but Dane.

Quote:I won't tell you what to think of this. Evil, greater good, rash emotional teenager. I didn't think dragging out a fight was the best way to do this, so I killed them off quickly.

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  The PCBPD (Persitent Character Blanket Permission Database)
Posted by: Meriwa - 05-25-2017, 01:41 PM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion - Replies (2)

After some discussion in the chat I learned that, unless the creator explicitly gives permission for their character to become a site NPC, characters are scrubbed from the Omniverse whenever a character switch is made. This apparently includes all their secondaries.

I thought that was too bad since it might diminish Story Opportunities! (an inherent bad), and thus came up with this idea.

I, Nezha, hereby give blanket permission for all of my current and future characters to become part of the Omniverse as Site NPCs if or when I should choose to switch to another character, unless I give specific instructions that a certain character is NOT to become a Site NPC.

So yeah, post in here with a message of similar nature and you won't have to remember to give permission for others to use your characters after you've switched away. It'll almost be as if you have a Donor Card in your wallet, only for your old and no longer used characters instead of your organs!

EDIT: You could of course use this thread to make other blanket permissions for your characters.

P.S.
This also means that my characters OFC will have just such a blanket permission.

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  Secondary Ownership
Posted by: Guu - 05-25-2017, 01:19 PM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (1)

So yeah, when Sombra was around, he summoned a bunch of secondaries. He let me control of them and even let them all live in Ambrosia. Some of them became important, like Princess Cadence becoming the president of oHarmony.

Well, considering Sombra switched out, does that make his secondaries void? Am I not allowed to use them anymore?

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  Base Construction
Posted by: Tearen Wover - 05-25-2017, 12:23 PM - Forum: Help Desk - Replies (1)

Would it be TERRIBLY inappropriate to build the Institute's Base as a geodesic arcology around the Nexus gate into the Ashen Steppes? I would like to build my base in that verse but it needs to be accessible to normies.

It wouldn't require anyone to have to register or check in as they entered, unless they planned to visit the Institute facilities that are also in the dome.

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  Email: Ezrihel to Demetri Malius
Posted by: Ezrihel - 05-25-2017, 07:52 AM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards - Replies (2)

Subject: This is blasphemy

Ezrihel von Althaus <etquaerimusdeus@omail.com>
to Demetri Malius <irisisawesome@omail.com>



Hello,


I've encountered a tad bit of an issue upon my arrival in the Pale Moors verse. It seems that Darkshire has had a siege laid to it and my contact is no where to be found in this forsaken and lumpy fog bowl. Have they sent you any new information regarding where else they may be located? I am not the type of being who enjoys being toyed with or lead on, and surely I will make these imbeciles pay if they've decided to up and abandon our relationship.

In the meanwhile please tell me that you have some other perhaps more meaningful contract to fulfill or information to obtain. Either one would be greatly appreciated.

P.S; I picked up this random young girl with pink hair and green eyes in the Nexus. She was holding something that looked like a... Stuffed version of Nealaphh. I'm not quite certain how she came to know him, but I thought that it would be polite of me to mention that I've obtained the girl and I will be dropping said girl off at the tavern here shortly. She's not too overtly fond of flying and I don't need her getting sick all over my robes.

That would be blasphemy in its truest form.



Sincerely,

-Ezrihel von Althaus

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