I stepped out of the gate, and was momentarily blinded. I looked around and saw what appeared to be a savanna, with tall grass and a few trees scattered around the area. A pale blue sky with no clouds shined above me, and the sun bore down a blazing heat, a little uncomfortable, but not completely unbearable.

I looked around, spotting a settlement, and made my way towards it. A short walk I found myself in a small village centered around an oasis. Everything seemed to be centered around one building, which I quickly made my way to, hoping someone inside would be able to tell me about this place.

I walked in, and nobody seemed to care. Everybody was busy doing their own activities. Some people were sitting around a bar drinking, others sitting around tables, gambling. Some people were just standing around, as if they were there because they had nowhere else to go.

Everyone was talking. Some people about drinks, about friends, disputes over the value of an item, about how much money was owed to this particular person, if they wanted to live to see the light of day again. I watched one group play a game of cards from a small distance. They seemed to not being enjoying themselves, as if they weren’t really there for the game.

They quickly proved to be painfully boring to watch. Nobody was playing smartly, or bothered trying to hide their emotions. I moved over to the bar and sat down. I waved off the man behind it before resting my head down on it.

It didn’t take long until I realized I had made a mistake. Within a few minutes, someone was stood over me, threatening me with death if I didn’t give them the seat so they could have a drink. I walked out of the building, careful to make sure the person stayed behind and didn’t follow me.

I glanced back in the direction of the gate, unsure if I should stay here or not...

Surrounded on all sides, above and below, by endless white, Kelly walked. He realized he could probably summon up a faster means of transport than simply placing one hobnailed boot in front of the other, but there were advantages to the slow route. It gave him time to think, to test himself, and to do a little preparatory research. 

The first thing he'd done upon returning from the Frozen Fields was to do a powers-check. It had gone quickly. He'd succeeded in firing off a powerful bolt of psychic force on the second try, but hadn't been able to manage anything stronger or more coherent than that - the level of control he needed just wasn't possible yet. 

That was acceptable. It was a problem that would fix itself if he was patient, and in the mean-time he'd just have to make up the difference with tactical skill and sound strategy. The logistical flexibility afforded him by Omnilium's unlimited creative potential would certainly help with that.

As he made his way through the Nexus, the traveler turned his powerful mind once more towards his immediate plans. 

Coruscant was the obvious place to begin laying the foundations for his future activities for several reasons, but two stood out above the rest: The Empire was the most powerful, most centralized source of authority in the Omniverse, and it was also the most likely to cause him far-reaching problems down the road. It was likely, if all went well, that he'd end up in competition with them, if not outright opposition. This made it utterly vital that he establish connections there parallel to the military and political establishment as soon as possible.

As he pondered, Kelly undid his ponytail and shook out his thick brown hair. There was frost in it from his journey through the frozen fields, and as the ice melted in the balmier temperatures of the Nexus it was making his head damp. With a mane as dense as his, it would stay wet for hours if he left the hair-tie in.  
 
His scalp prickled as it began to dry, and the traveler considered his options: Underworld, Corporate, or the Underground? 

It wasn't an either-or question. Gaining a reputation in the criminal world and contacts in the profit-driven corporate sphere were requirements. Getting involved with rebel activity was a  a high-risk/high-reward proposition, with a fairly high likelihood of accelerating events outside of his control. Unless a rebel cell approached him with an extremely compelling proposition he wasn't planning on getting involved in anti-Empire activity until much, much farther down the road. The question then became: which of the remaining two options should he focus on first? 

Kelly had already decided that he would build his criminal identity as a smuggler. It was a risky business, but one that rewarded careful preparation and planning. It had growth-potential, and if he did well it would rapidly gain him a reputation for competence and reliability. Entry should be relatively easy as well - according to the AMBR database, crime of all kinds thrived in the lower tiers. People moving contraband were always looking for new couriers. If the traveler searched hard enough, he'd find something.

His corporate dealings he was still unsure about. He would have to see what opportunities were available. One thing he was certain about was that he wasn't going to use his real name when conducting business, of either kind. 

The corporate side...  Alan Mayhew. It's a name that could belong to anybody. As for the other, I think... Riot. As a criminal, I will be Richard 'Rick' Riot. It's not quite clever enough to be irritating, but still memorable enough that people will - 

In the distance, lightning flashed, interrupting the traveler's train of thought. The far-away sound of gunfire and explosions made a hollow, echoing whisper in the emptiness. Kelly took out his telescope, and spared a moment to investigate. It looked like the group Kelly had spotted near the fountain during his earlier wandering in the Nexus were doing their very best to tear each other apart, and even more fighters had joined the battle. Deciding he'd been wise to stay out of it, he returned to building his strategy. 

The approach to the criminal side of things is solid enough. I'll have to get my hands on an engineering diagram of the city - a multi-tiered structure as large as Coruscant has to have maintenance ducts and emergency passages that would be useful for a smuggler. 

The approach to the private sector on the other hand...

Kelly triggered his new wristcom's dataverse link, and the semi-transparent interface appeared in front of him, a matrix of colored windows, icons and text hovering at a fixed distance from his face. He'd figured out the basics of using the interface after he'd summoned the device during his earlier data-binge, and it was intuitive enough.  

Without slowing his stride, the traveler ran a search for job postings in Coruscant. When the results came back, he enlarged the window, spent several minutes scrolling, and then frowned. Most of this was either 9-to-5 garbage or government work. He didn't want a career with some fly-by-night accounting firm - he wanted access!

Kelly cleared the window and refined his search parameters. Contract work: Security, Internal Auditing, Corporate Investigation. This time, he made sure to specify 'for Primes'.

The results came up. He smiled thinly, and only on one side of his mouth. This was more like it. He read through the list, making a mental note of promising prospects, until finally coming to one that really stood out.

"This place has Pepsi?" he said aloud, stopping in his tracks. His eyes narrowed, twinkling like blue searchlights in a cave as he read.  

'Looking for applicant with background in security/law enforcement, tactical operations/investigation for contract related to industrial counter-intelligence. Must be competent, discrete. Must be willing to take payment in the form of the cool, refreshing taste of Pepsi/Justice. If interested, please ask for Pepsiman. Apply in Person ONLY' 

There was an address, which a quick search confirmed to be the PepsiCo HQ for the Omniverse. 

Kelly thought hard and fast. On the one hand, the ad sounded profoundly odd, and might be a prank of some kind. There were certainly other jobs that were less weird - but there would also be more competition for those. Most people willing to do contract work were going to demand actual payment for their time. Kelly, however, was not so concerned about that. He expected to get paid well-enough for his criminal enterprises,  provided he covered all the angles, which meant he could be a little less selective with his legitimate business dealings, at least at the beginning. The important thing to start with was to get a positive reference he could use to secure further work, and this looked like it was a pretty good bet.

Provided he could do the job. Provided it was real. And Provided it wasn't taken. 

I suppose that decides it then. There's no time-limit on beginning a life of crime - but assuming it's legitimate, this is an opportunity someone else might snatch out from under me. 

He would start with the Pepsi job, and see what he could do about furnishing himself with a map of Coruscant's internal passages after it was done. With that in mind, he spent several more minutes trawling Empire news-sites for Pepsi-related information, and was unsurprised when he found nothing remarkable. They wouldn't be contracting out unless they wanted whatever it was kept very quiet. The traveler would just have to find out what he was applying for when he applied. 

Kelly closed the dataverse interface, and resumed his trek, turning his mind to what he would do if his plans failed. If he couldn't break into the corporate sector on the first try, that wasn't a total loss. He'd keep looking until he found a toe-hold, and work from there. He'd make one if he had to - blackmail was always an option when dealing with corporate-types. 

The extralegal activities would be riskier: criminals didn't take kindly to couriers who lost their merchandise. In the event he failed as a smuggler he might have to start his own gang purely out of self-preservation if he wanted to continue to operate on the lower tiers. In the worst case, if everything somehow fell apart beyond repair, Camelot was the next most powerful 'verse - he'd apply the lessons of his failures in Coruscant and start over there.

The traveler nodded firmly to himself, satisfied for the time being. It was still an extremely general sort of strategy-tree, but it was a start. If he was patient, and methodical, and made sure to get it right the first time, he could build a power-base here. And once he had that, he could begin to expand. He'd have to make sure to keep an eye out for opportunities to gain an advantage or improve the overall situation along the way....

Ahead, Kelly could see the smooth steel gate to Coruscant getting closer, looming larger as he closed the distance. The white-armored Storm-trooper guards were watching him approach. 

He smiled again, with both sides of his mouth this time. No matter how this all went it was going to be educational, and even if it was a disaster, that meant it wouldn't be a total loss.

I have a few questions about the fountain. Firstly, how often does it change form? Is there a specific time, or can it be changed anytime as roleplay fodder? Secondly, what kind of forms can it take? Could it become something as simple as a chair, or as small as a pebble? Is it all roleplay fodder, or is there some system in place?  How much is left up to the writers discretion, and how much is already unchangeable?

Sorry if these questions have already been answered. I couldn't find them anywhere, so I decided to post them here.
Thanks in advance!

I've been thinking of doing the Nukpepsi quest, and while I've been able to find info on turning in completed quests I haven't been able to find anything on how you start one. Do I just start writing and turn it in when I'm finished? 

Also, as it's listed under Unique, I though I should double-check that nobody's done it already.

Character name: Princess Zelda

Character source: The Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time

Character history: 
(Zelda's Ocarina of Time canon history, excluding her abilities.)

Zelda lived her life peacefully as the princess of Hyrule, until she began having visions of the future. The King of Hyrule was associating himself with someone named Ganondorf. She knew that Ganondorf was dangerous, so she sent an adventurous boy, named Link, out on a quest. He was to prevent Ganondorf from getting the Triforce. However, Ganondorf attacked the castle forcing Zelda and her nursemaid, Impa, to flee. Seven years later, after Hyrule had been filled with darkness, Zelda appeared before Link claiming to be a man named Sheik, the last survivor of the Sheikah. As Sheik, Zelda guided link through his journey to defeat Ganondorf. Though, when Zelda revealed herself to be the princess of Hyrule, she was captured by Ganondorf and was trapped inside of a large crystal. It is inside this crystal, while she was sleeping, that Zelda awoke into the Omniverse.

Physical Description: 



Standing at 5'2", Zelda is of average height for her age. She doesn't have a strange physique, instead she looks like what you would expect of a 16 year old Hylian princess. She has long hair with a color somewhere between blonde and orange. Like all in her race, Zelda has long pointy ears that are somewhat similar to an elf's ears. Along with a long pair of gloves and a golden crown, she wears a long pink and purple dress that bears the Royal Family's crest.

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

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000om), Ranged Proficiency (1000om)

Starting Powers: Master Acrobat (400om)

Starting Moves:
Bow of Light (Ranged Proficiency) (600om)


The Bow of Light is a wooden bow that produces an aura of light. This light takes the form of a Light Arrow. Zelda may fire the Bow of Light much quicker than an ordinary bow, but Zelda may also charge the bow with more energy in order to increase its strength. As she is charging the bow, Zelda may move around freely. However, she will be vulnerable, as both of her hands will be occupied. A full charge of the bow would take five seconds. Constant use of this move can strain Zelda's powers and cause her to loose energy. Although it usually takes a while for this to happen, several fully charged shots can easily speed up the process. This isn't too straining though, because it usually takes about three or four large shots before there are noticeable signs of fatigue. An uncharged shot would take about half a second to prepare. It would be unlikely for an unchanged arrow to pierce a target, unless the target was very weak, instead it usually causes a sting of pain or a small cut. Regardless of whether it is charged or not, the arrow will travel at a speed that is not quite as fast as a bullet, yet not quite as slow as an ordinary arrow. It leans closer to the arrow's side, although it is still much faster than a normal arrow. It does piercing damage and may damage multiple targets. However, the damage will be halved each time it hits another target. If the arrow hits something that it cannot pierce, it will abruptly disappear. If it pierces a target, but does not travel all the way through, it will dissipate five minutes later, unless it is pulled out by force. If it is pulled out by force the arrow will then disappear immediately. If it ends up traveling fifty meters, the arrow will disappear. 

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Where did you find us? RPGfix

As I am not sure this question is a quick one, I'm posting it here. Can you take items from various shows/books/comics/games/what have you and put your own spin on them before adding them as moves to your character, or no? Just asking out of curiosity's sake. Any thoughts on the matter from our brilliant staff members, so I know what to do?

Well, this is inconvenient.


Chronoire Schwarz VI pursed her lips, eyes darting over the plain scenery as she slowly turned about, taking everything in. The short redhead wasn’t quite sure what to make of all this. The background was incredibly uninspired save for the one magnificent, two-tiered fountain she had appeared next to, letting loose a constant flow of what appeared to be perfectly clean water.

You interest me, so I have made you part of it.

Embarrassment briefly fluttered in Chronoire’s chest. A master of space-manipulation getting caught in such an uninspired noose was demoralizing to say the least. And if this blank world had anything to say, it was that this “Omni” was quite clearly an amateur among amateurs when it came to space-distorting magic. There was no life, no color. Even the most untalented of witches came up with something that had at least some spec of personality.

Still, it had apparently managed to catch her of all people, Chronoire Schwarz the Sixth. Other witches used her Oceanic Noose as inspiration when they made pocket worlds. She ceased her spinning. Perhaps Omni had just overpowered her. Someone strong but unskilled would still be able to overwhelm her, even if it was only for a bit. The problem was if someone had landed her in here, it didn’t matter if she was overwhelmingly powerful or not, she’d still have to break the spell at the source.

Someone would be receiving one hell of a beating if she had anything to say about it, maybe two. One to get out, and one to make sure they’d learned their lesson. Her gaze continued to creep around the endless white. Easier said than done. Actually finding her way out of this was going to some luck. Though there was always the tried and true option of “walk in a random direction and hope it works out” which is usually the best when you’re faced with such a vast nothing. It just so happened that in her case, she didn’t have to walk, Sebas could easily carry her.

“Sebas~” Chronoire sang, her lips turning up into a bright smile. Her request was met with absolutely nothing. The witch’s smile drooped a bit as she cast another quick glance around. It quickly became apparent that there was no sign of her giant crocodile familiar. She couldn’t help but grin at that, even though everything was most definitely not going according to plan. Omni had apparently managed to grab her and leave Sebas when he tightened the noose. Selecting your victims so precisely requires a bit of skill. Perhaps he was an idiot savant or something of the like.

Still, it was only a minor setback. Chronoire called upon her power, a familiar mantle settling upon her shoulders and a comforting hat fitting over her head. She swung her arm forward, all it would take is a little bit of magic and... nothing apparently. Chronoire frowned, even in a pocket world she should be able to call upon her familiar. She gave it another go, with a quick gesture, swinging her arm in front of her while digging into her magic, and again to no avail.

There was no reason it shouldn’t be working, she reasoned. Her cape and hat had appeared just fine. She cast a quick glance down towards her waist. So did her dagger, which she most certainly had not been carrying around when she got trapped here. As she had learned the hard way, people in modern Japan didn’t take kindly to you openly carrying weaponry of any kind, so she made a point to not summon it unless it was necessary.

She thought back to Omni’s opening words, where he had been muttering something about omnilium. That talk had been swiftly disregarded since even in a pocket world you couldn’t just rewrite the laws of physics. Things still behaved within reasonable bounds. There was just no reason that this so called omnilium should be a thing, or that it dictated your very existence within this world. Though she supposed there was no reason not to test it out, better to find out sooner rather than later.

Chronoire began to concentrate. Not in the same way she had been, in the attempts that resulted in a whole lot of nothing, but more of a general feeling of wishing for something. That was how it had been described in her abductor’s opening speech. She wished for Sebas. Surely her giant, well-dressed crocodile would be a boon in this world. Especially if she stuck around long enough that she got hungry. He knew how to cook.

A familiar, iridescent material flowed out in front of the witch, slowly coalescing, forming into something between a solid and a liquid. The omnilium gathered, shaping into the silhouette of her crocodile companion. It took much longer than what she could do with magic, but it nonetheless formed her familiar after a deal of time, and with the shape finally complete, the colorful iridescence faded away into the green, reptilian coloring of Sebas. Clad in a grey business suit with a similarly colored boater atop his head, the crocodilian familiar stood bipedal and easily twice as tall as Chronoire.

“Hello Sebas,” she said sweetly, “It took a lot of work to get you here.” Sebas didn’t immediately reply, shifting around to take in the new and unusual scenery just like what his master had done not minutes before.

“Thank you for calling upon me,” he responded politely once he had his bearings. “But where, might I ask, is here?”

“That’s a good question!” Chronoire answered, turning away from her familiar to gaze out upon the endless white void in front of them. “Who is this witch named ‘Omni?’”

“Pardon?” came the voice of Sebas from behind her.

“Omni is the one who trapped me in this world,” her voice dripped with venom. “Tell me Sebas, does that name sound familiar?”

“I can not say it does,” he responded, deferential, as if apologizing for not knowing.

“I say we find out then,” she said, eyes falling upon a scuffling group not too far in the distance. The witch turned back to her familiar with a devilish grin on her face. The crocodile easily hoisted his master onto his shoulder, and the two made their way towards the kerfuffle.

Eobard finds himself in a black void. Just a minute before, he was standing in S.T.A.R Labs - he could have gotten home, if it weren't for...He doesn't even remember. It doesn't matter. What matters is that his one chance to get home has been taken away. Then, a white humanoid, with no eyes and a constant grin on his face, approaches. He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out.

What the hell? Who is that?

The being, seemingly knowing what he was asking, responds.

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.” 

Quote:“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."

Quote:“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."

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

After an hour or two of walking in the openness of the rest of Camelot, Des finally came to a sign of life. The stary sky illuminated the walls just right as the robot entered the city the clustered buildings reminding him of his appartment in the city, but still feeling rather old becurse of the materials used to build them.

A.N.N.A was the first of the duo to comment on the senery, thinking of it as a mavel to behold, of course they was one question on Des's mind.

'Why is nobody staring at us? With a culture this old, without a sign of technology, wouldn't a short metal man of one eye and wheels, do something.'

'Well, there isn't no sign of technology, there's a pair of headphones in the bin over there, but you are right, it is strange.' A.N.N.A's tone jumped from curiosity to dread. 'I sense something from the way we just came...'

So I will be switching my main as they say, form Thor to a new character, as soon as the fight that he is currently in ends. However I still love Roleplaying as Thor and am not entirely done with him. I was wondering, if it were possible, to bring Thor back as my alternate. He would be Odinson (Thor without most of his powers basically) and would be wandering the Omniverse trying to find his hammer and a way to bring back his only friend in the omniverse. 

I might post something similar in the help desk area at some point, but I wanted to post this somewhere a bit more casual since I'm not in a huge rush for an answer, and I also want to know what people think about the idea of a prime losing their power.