Kerrigan gritted her teeth in exasperation, as the rain pitter-pattered softly off of her carapace. Not even the rain was allowed to sit upon her magnificent form, and she noticed a few different passersby following the rain’s example and avoiding contact with Kerrigan as much as possible.


It could have been the palm-sized bursts of greenish-yellow electricity that sparked all around her. Or it could simply be the angry scowl Kerrigan had chosen to wear as she walked down Coruscant’s city streets.

She’d won. She hadn’t destroyed Darkshire, but she’d won. Her zerg had taken the chance to rampage. She’d dealt a crippling blow to one of her eventual enemies. She’d ruined the morale of the fighters that defended it, ruined fortifications that might take months to repair, improved her own prestige and “clout” in the omniverse proper, and tested the new capabilities of her swarm and their opposition. Every one of Kerrigan’s expected goals had been achieved.

That didn’t take away from the humiliation, the pain, or the chilling rage that now powered and focused Kerrigan’s every move. She was willing to accept a defeat at the hands of a being with the power and experience of Strazio Rockwell, but the fact that the worm known as Hiro took so much of the credit for his pitiful efforts…

Sarah’s glare turned to a wicked grin. The things she would do to that miserable excuse for a fighter…

Well, Kerrigan mused. she couldn’t have the pleasure of that until she finished with her next piece of business at the very least, now could she?

Kerrigan had spent a good amount of time in the nexus, after her angered revival, checking and re-checking everything the Omniverse had… of value, that is. Anything that was related to Guu was fairly quickly discarded after the pointless nature of her postings was apparent, for instance.

What she had figured out, however, especially after seeing the limitations she currently held as a new prime, was that she simply couldn’t overpower these fools with  just her weakened swarm, at least as it was now.

To that end, she would need to slowly strengthen herself, taking what Omnilium and other resources she could siphon from around the area, and it seemed the Empire had the rainbow-colored currency to spare.

Past that… well, that all depended on the events of the next few months. Between whispers of dark power and teams of primes being dispatched practically everywhere, and this upcoming "Dante's Abyss", Kerrigan supposed she might have to lay low for a brief while, until the Omniverse's guard was considerably less tight. Still, she had a plan, she had the time to empower herself, and she had the location for a new hive cluster already planned.


Now, she just needed to actually enact her plan, and with the current state of the Omniverse, as long as she was careful, it would be easier than taking candy from a baby.. Sarah’s glare snapped to a chilling grin, far too quickly to look natural on her features. She’d walked all the way from the nexus to here to work on the first part of her plan: Menial as it would be, it appeared she was going to have to work to curry favor with this “Empire”, in order to gain access to some fraction of the resources they had to offer.

The mere idea of it formed like a hot coal of anger in the pit of her stomach, but for now, she’d play the part of an eager prime looking for a spot of worth in this city. Someone who was fully willing to work for Palpatine, not looking forward to the day she could force him to kneel..

Meanwhile, Kerrigan had been informed by her former compatriot Sabrina (who had, regrettably, vanished off the face of the earth, at least if Kerrigan’s repeated attempts at calling her meant anything.) that Tier 7 was still quiet, barren, and dark.
A perfect place to carry out some of her more pressing experiments, especially with her need to discover new and effective ways to make use of Omnilium, and merge that understanding with the Zergs biological perfection.

A wicked grin crossed her face. Really, she was just recycling some wasted trash, in the end. Perfectly acceptable in the Empire’s eyes.

Character name: Emily Kaldwin
Character source: Dishonored 2

Character history: She was born a bastard by strict definitions, and the nature of bastards had always been suspect in their Kingdom. Her mother was an Empress, and her father the Empress' bodyguard. There was much to be said for the circumstances that ended in the birth of the Princess, but little of it was heard, for little of it was known.

In the twilight years of her childhood, whilst her soul teetered on the brink of becoming a privileged teenager, an event darkened the doorsteps of both commonfolk and Royalty alike. When it first began there was no name for it - only a dawning realization that sickness and corruption were spilling out over the streets in a flash flood the uneducated could have never foreseen. ...but everyone felt it.

The Rat Plague.

The Empress was assassinated in the days following the outbreak, and the Kingdom fell into turmoil. Bodies lay bloating in the streets, in the sewers, and in the alleys where the very rats who bore the root cause of the Plague feasted on the burgeoning spoils of their sewn harvest.

With her mother gone and her father missing, young Emily was held prisoner and spent her time drawing. Casting eyes outward from barred windows she spilled scenes of violence upon parchment in ink from the blade of a quill. The drawings of this ten year old girl reflected her internal turmoil, and yet, they reflected the turmoil of the Kingdom in a depth more honest than any journalist could capture.

...as all things do, the plague came to pass, and so too did the tribulations of the Princess, soon to be the Empress Regent.

A swath of violence carved the niche of her father's return into the world while one by one the domino line of usurper and followers therein collapsed under a dark sign - tales of a man in a mask felling corrupt soldier and civilian alike spread like wildfire in the days preceding.

And then he arrived, freeing his daughter like a shadow in the night. Blood spattered on the walls and a cold mask pressing against her cheek were some of the snippets young Emily retained.

In the years afterward, she was sculpted in the image of Corvo Attano - her father, her protector, and the Outsider's marked man.

...a tale Emily herself would find herself continuing, with an Outsider's mark of her own on her hand.

Physical Description:



Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 3

Starting Proficiencies(2000): Physical Proficiency (1000); Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers(2700): Teleportation (Basic (1500)); Stealth (1200)

Starting Moves:

Flintlock Pistol (300) - Emily fires a hip-holstered flint-lock pistol. The damn thing is pretty out of date compared to some, but she's awfully quick on the draw and reload (proportional to speed and technique anyway), and it packs a decent punch at the disadvantage of having only one shot, and needing to be reloaded on the fly much to the chagrin of a casual pistol user.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. Yes.

Where did you find us? Well, I've been a part of this before, and I know a number of users here, though it was Lilith who actually reignited my interest.

Whether it be a play of the game or just a highlight of a cool kill, I thought I'd start this thread for that kind of thing.

I'll get us started

The Sage awoke with a start as the wall he had hidden behind splintered into wooden shards. Blinking away the last echoes of his astral-induced coma, the Sage staggered to his feet. Never a moment’s peace in this place. He thought with regret as four sharply dressed sailors filed into his hidden room. They were only armed with cutlasses and pistols, though the make of these weapons looked solid, and more advanced than the flintlocks that the Sage had seen others use in this world. Even if he had been expecting their arrival, the Sage was not confident he would have succeeded in the exchange so outnumbered. In his disoriented state, he did not even make an attempt, instead waiting calmly as the sailor’s commander stepped through the breach.
 
He was not an old man. A captain in his early thirties, likely a star officer given the decorations that adorned his jacket. A neatly trimmed blonde moustache perched above his firm jawline. He swept into the room with a practiced gait, the imperial navy’s circular symbol bright white against his properly trimmed gray-green suit. Not a field commander then, the Sage thought as the officer took in the hidden room with an air of mild disappointment, The Sea would take that pomp from your step quite quickly. You probably don’t even run the ship, do you? Just issue commands from the captain’s quarters. Despite himself, the Sage’s mouth twitched upwards in smug confidence, a fact the officer took notice of quickly. The imperial’s brow furrowed as he addressed his newest find.
 
“What are you smirking at?” the voice came sharply, the tone of one who isn’t used to dissent or questioning. A voice of a leader not yet ready for their post. The Sage thought, though he made sure to contain his emotions as the officer continued. “Is this some kind of joke to you, Stowaway? Well speak up!”
 
The Sage’s response was much more at ease, he was outnumbered five to one, and there was no telling how many more of the imperials were scuttling about the vessel. This would not be a fight for him to wage today.
 
“Good sir, I am afraid that my erstwhile captain has sold me out to you. In truth, I would confess myself more disappointed were it not for the fact that he made his intentions so clear that I cannot have missed them. It would seem…” his rambling was interrupted by a sharp interjection from the officer, his face a taunt mass of consternation.
 
“You’re not the captain then.” It was a declaration not a question, and the Sage shook his head with genuine perplexity. Was Daedlin not the one to tip them off? The Sage had assumed that his supposed dwarf friend had been behind the imperial’s arrival. “That’s no help to me!” the imperial shouted and stormed out of the hidden room, his guards taking the Sage along with them as they left.
 
“He’s a dwarf, if that’s any help.” The Sage called up as the officer ascended the stairs to the main deck.
“And you expect me to trust your words? No law-abiding prime hides in a room with no doors!” his captor shot back as he stalked onto the deck. The Sage followed and was set down with the rest of the crew, a score or so of terrified boys who had clearly never been detained before. The Officer strolled up and down the lot of them, some of the crew looking down, while others stared wide-eyed at the dozen Imperial sailors who had boarded the ship.
 
“You all are sorry excuses for seamen!” the officer shouted, eyes raging as he stared down the crew, “Your captain disappears and not a one of you can tell when it happened? He took your Rowboat to do it! Not a man among you saw him leave?”
 
The Sage’s confusion and incredulity only rose as none of the crew spoke up in dissent. This course of action didn’t make any sense. The dwarf had abandoned a brand-new crew and vessel, he would be losing a huge amount from this flight, far more than he could from a simple confiscation of illicit goods. And how had he evaded the Navy as well? The Sage quickly glanced at the surrounding ocean. A large fog-bank billowed to the east, and the sun was approaching its descent. He would guess that there were but a few hours of good daylight remaining, but certainly enough that the Imperials should have been able to spot a Row boat travelling far by itself. He must have hidden in the fog. The Sage reasoned, the only islands in sight were small tufts of sand, sporting only the most basic vegetation, an unlikely choice of self-marooning. But why had he left to begin with?
 
“How long were you pursuing this vessel?” The Sage asked, the Officer turned sharply to face him, a look of self-satisfaction clear on his face.
 
“Since the inspection. It wasn’t hard.” The man bragged. The Sage sighed internally, he had no idea how long he had spent in the Astral realm, so the answer did nothing to assist him with his questions, “We kept a discrete pace, intending to follow you to whatever little hideaway you smugglers have been using now. But your vessel stopped moving. Casting anchor in here in the middle of nothing.”
 
At this one of the crew-members, a lad barely old enough to have started a beard. “Daedlin said we would wait out the fog bank! He said he wasn’t interested in smashing into any rocks on such a routine journey.”
 
Now the officer was sharing the Sage’s look of confusion, “Routine journey? We’re nearer to the gate to the Frozen fields than any conceivable trading port!” Ahh, It would seem I have been in the Astral Realm for some time then. the Sage thought with mild surprise. As if resolving its own dilemma, his stomach decided to confirm the length of time it had been emptied, momentarily distracting him as the officer continued to ponder incredulously.
 
“You must have a hidden port in this sector, it’s the only explanation! With the size of your vessel, you won’t make it back to civilization before running out of supplies! Even my own crew,” and he gestured back to the Galleon, smaller than many the Sage had seen fly imperial colors, that waited a short distance away, “will have to take half portions to make it back with a comfortable margin! This ship has been sent on a…” the officer trailed off his gaze shifted watching something off in the distance. “…Suicide mission…”
 
The Sage followed his gaze. There exiting the fog-bank with alarming speed, was possibly the most powerful warship the Sage had ever seen. It could best be compared to a Trireme with a concave bow and jutting ram, but the juggernaut towered out of the water, four full rows of cannons extended from each side, well over a hundred by the Sage’s estimate. Its bow was easily fifteen feet above their deck, and both the front and rear of the Warship had armored decks above the center. No sails were visible above the goliath vessel, for indeed what sails could be enough to propel such a monstrosity at speed? But nevertheless, it moved towards them, not riding the waves but plowing directly through them with an unearthly speed for a vessel that large. Its concave front was ornately painted, and a single cannon extended from the mouth of the laughing dwarf who adorned the warship’s prow. The Black flag of Piracy flew atop its prow, tall enough that no mast was needed.
 
The Sage was rendered speechless by the sight, unable to comprehend the craftsmanship that would be required to render such a tremendous vessel waterborne. As they stood there, mouth agape, a loud crack split the air, and a whistling cannonball struck the water, narrowly missing the Imperial Galleon. The Sage’s heart sunk as his suspicions seemed almost inevitable. Truly, they all had been sent on a suicide mission.

Quote:Enjoy this weird M-Rated exposition post. Although sometimes it's subtle, Luci is addressing several different storylines with other pcs, including Harlan Higgs, Dr Doom, Yuki, Renji, and Jacket.

So I'm currently working on a short film and I'm wondering if anyone is interested joining in as a cast or crew member.

It has been three weeks since Batman's first appearance in Coruscant. News about the high speed chase started to linger. Every now and then a message appears on the dataverse of some random citizen that witnessed the Batman beating the crap out of some local scum. It seems the word started to get out slowly that a new player had entered the board. Bruce sat comfortable on a couch watching the news. He rented a penthouse apartment at the upper tier of Coruscant, it was no Wayne manor but while he was here he still needed a proper place to stay. His dual identity was a project that required constant work. As long as Bruce Wayne was in Coruscant doing what he does best, Batman was able to roam the verses with a safe hideout to fall back to. If there's anything he's learned over the past few years it's that you always need a place to fall back to in order to catch your breath.

The apartment symbolized his prosperity, pieces of art he has never seen before decorated his halls. This world was fascinating to say the least. Creating his own piece of the mansion made him feel like home just a bit more. With several bedrooms, two bathrooms, an enormous kitchen and a few 'hobby' rooms he'd be able to play the part of millionaire playboy for the outside world. Even though it was a mask of who he really was, it was a comfortable mask.

Bruce continued to watch the news as a familiar voice, laminated with a British accent, interrupted the newsreader,
"Master Wayne, didn't I ask you to stop putting your feet on the table? Must we do this in every universe you drag me out to?"

From behind the couch Alfred Pennyworth stood with a stern frown upon his face. Alfred has been Bruce's butler and family for as long as Bruce could remember. Being a pillar of support throughout his life this man was the closest thing he has had as a father, brother, preacher and life coach. The slightly older man was wearing a traditional butlers outfit, the spotless black jacket, white shirt and black tie on top of a ironed black pair of pants, all suited him perfectly. "You brought me here to assist you in this lunacy, not to be your maid, master Wayne. You might want to remember that." Bruce listened and placed his feet back on the ground. Alfred wasn't your traditional butler, he has been aiding Batman from the moment Bruce decided to wear the cowl. Never did his loyalty waver, not even when he met his end by one of the dictator Kent's cowardly plan.

The TV suddenly got a tad louder as Karl Jak's face got a nice close up on the screen, "Geeeeeeeeeeeeeet ready for another Dante's Abyss! It's coming soon! Don't miss it! We have it all, primes, action, babes, betrayal and of course a new champion at the end! Signups for primes are soon at a local hub nearby!" Bruce muted the annoying voice coming from the TV and returned his attention to Alfred.

"I never intended to bring you here in the first place. This whole thing is new to me as well. My research showed it was possible for primes to summon allies, and when I tried you actually showed up, I mean, it's actually you." Alfred's passing was clearly hard for the millionaire, he was never the one to properly show emotions but Alfred was with him long enough to notice the tiny details.

"That's quite alright master Wayne, though would it have killed you to shave a few years off?"

Quick note: This isn't a question thread. It's more of a speculation thing. TL;DR at the bottom, I ramble. Sorry.

• Anything larger than a small shack or vehicle probably costs you site OM.
  
• No flying vehicles can be summoned outside of Camelot, Coruscant, and the Dataverse.
  
• The limiting with well known secondaries and ones from outside your character's source. As well as the number of secondaries you can summon.
  
• Anything that gives you an actual mechanical benefit costs site OM.
  
• It takes at least 3 minutes. You can't move and have to concentrate.
  
• Anything that doesn't cost site OM is handwaved (so for rp purposes still costs a little bit).
  

Quote:[Somewhere in the Vasty Deep, on a small island.]

Dane wiped the sweat off his brow as he looked at his creation. He'd show Omni, he thought. The Omnilium couldn't tell him what he was able to do. At last, he had finished building a hot air balloon. The wind was just right, so it should be able to carry him over to the Nexus gate.

It was strange. Dane hated the rocking of boats. It made him sick. Yet he had no problem sitting high up in the sky. All that was left was test his creation. The calculations checked out, the warmed air should easily be able to lift him, the balloon, and the basket.

And so, Dane sat inside and pulled down the cord. The flames roared. The balloon rippled. But, inexplicably, the vehicle failed to rise. Why? It should be flying. Why wasn't it? 

Quote:[Continuation]

Leaving the flames on, Dane hopped out of the basket to take a better look. Surely it would at least feel lighter now that the air was hot. Touching the base from the sides, he found he was able to raise it. Was the lift generated simply not enough? He pondered.

He removed his hands and stepped back, hoping to let balloon fall to the ground so he could examine it further. The opposite occurred. Up into the sky the hot air balloon rose, deprived of its rider and free to drift as it pleased.

"Screw it, I'm swimming," Dane stated in annoyance. It seemed the rules of this world wouldn't be bent so easily.

If anyone was in the Oververse as these events transpired, they might just be able to hear Omni's cackling laughter.

• It's a trade with Omni, hence the varying prices.
  
• It's a ball of energy. Energy is made into matter. Using too much at once drains you.
  
• It summons things similarly to how Primes were summoned. But grabbing them from other worlds and bringing them here. (This is definitely wrong, but a character might conclude it). So cost is based on how valuable those items were in the other world.
  

• How does summoning actually work?
  
• Why do the costs vary?
  
• Why can some things not be summoned in some places?
  
• What is Omnilium?
  
• How do move strengths vary?
  
• What types of magic are there, how do they work?
  
• How does the time dilation vary?
  

The new NPC rules have me a little confused, so I'm hoping to clear things up!

The relevant quotes are posted below for conveniance, from the NPCs rules page:

Quote:Using Pre-existing Characters as NPCs
When deciding whether or not to allow you to commander pre-existing characters as NPCs, we base our decisions on the following system, ranking characters roughly by popularity. You gain 2 points per character level.

A-Listers - A-listers cannot be claimed as NPCs without rarely-given staff permission. Cost 5 points. Famous or well-known characters, particularly protagonists or major recurring antagonists. Example: Spider-Man, Batman, but also non-protagonists who are as important to the story as the protagonist or just as likely to be taken, such as Vegeta or The Joker, or Venom. Very likely to be taken as player characters, hence their limitations.

B-Listers - Cost 2 points if part of your character's universe, 3 points otherwise. Part of a supporting cast, or protagonists of a non-A-list series. May be taken by common consent of staff, and permission will always be given if you have the points unless there is good reason otherwise. Example: Mary-Jane Watson, Chi Chi, Alundra, Sanada Yukimura, Paige (Charmed).

C-Listers - Cost 1 point. Part of a supporting cast to niche series, or non-recurring, minor characters from major series (such as those part of spin-offs or non-canonical side-material). Same rules apply to permissions as B-lister NPCs. Examples: Biggs, Wedge or Jessie from Final Fantasy VII. Garlic Jr from Dragon Ball Z.

Quote:Two personal NPC Primes is the limit to begin with - this increases by one every 2 levels, starting at level 3. So at level 3 you'll have 3 personal Prime NPCs, at level 5 you'll have 4, at level 7 you'll have 5, etc.

Quote:Without approval, you should not summon more than five secondaries per your Prime's level. Additionally, players who invest in a Base can create small villages or mansions that may have a staff of secondaries.