So, even after the Server move, I still have shit Ping on the East Coast when playing LoL, and because of it, I'm seriously considering making a smurf on the LAN Server, which apparently offers much better ping to East Coast players. Has anyone really gotten any consistent improvement in their ping after the move? And would anyone be interested in making a smurf with me? My Spanish is utter crap and it would be nice to have other to play with.

Thoughts on any of this?

Okay, so when I first chose which character to play here (which I have since un-chosen and had deleted), I inquired about a move which could supply infinite energy to people. As it turned out, that wasn't allowed, and it had to go through a few different variations before being accepted.

Now I have another, similar question:
Would a move which either provided infinite energy to my own character, or which could restore my own character's energy be allowed? And if so, what proficiencies/powers/drawbacks would be needed for something like that? Also, would it need to be a Super Move? And if so, how powerful would the effect be for each Tier?

Also; Omni, if you're reading this; is there any chance that you'd ever consider adding an item that restores regular energy (in much the same way that Medi-Gels restore HP and Elixers restore SP), or have you already decided against that?
I've seen the Senzu Bean, and I know that it can do that, but what I'm meaning is just energy restoration; the Bean fully heals you as well, and as such is rather expensive.

Thanks.

Raal’s eyes would have watered if they could, as he lay next to a jagged spire of rock. The damage Raal’s body had taken was extensive… but survivable. He’d managed to claw his way to a small, ice-encrusted cave in order to recuperate.
Now, he merely needed to hope nothing found him, as he entered a healing trance. It was similar to sleep for a human, and produced the same results - healing to his decaying body, though no faster than that of an ordinary human.
A pale light appeared around Raal, as he redressed his cloak. How he’d found his hood, he couldn’t accurately recall, but he was now covered in his robes, his hunched-over position would have made him appear more like a clothesrack than an undead warlock, if not for the two unblinking red eyes that glowed beneath the cape.
It Was Raal’s hope that no one found him like this. The healing trance was not easily roused from, like traditional human sleep. If he was caught like this…
Raal relented, and allowed his eyes to lose focus, the pale light around him shrinking to a few soft glimmers of red light upon his robes. His survival was now up to chance.

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Raal awoke, after what he assumed was many days, to an unfamiliar lodging. Wood surrounded him on every side, as he found himself in a bed, his ribs back to normal and his Truncheon mysteriously missing…
Panicking, Raal’s hands quickly gripped the soft, furred bedding beneath him as he pushed himself up to a sitting position.
Immediately, what felt like a heavy knife saf at the back of Raal’s neck it’s edge creating a sharp scratching sound as it scraped his vertebrae.

“I’d not be movin’ so fast if I were you, sorcerer. Th’ boys only just told me I couldn’t dissect ya, corpse. they might change their mind if ya turn violent.” A husky voice informed him. The threatening tone held no traces of fear or jokery, so Raal stopped moving immediately.

“Who are you?” Raal asked his unknown assailant, making sure to keep his voice even.
“I be going by the name Zae’jin. A witch doctor under Zul’jin.”

“Zul’jin!” Raal yelled. “Hey there, corpse, don’t be getting so excited.” Raal felt his bones pushed on just a little harder, and realized his excitability could get him killed.
“...I see.” Raal said after a moment. “that means you would be a troll, then. You’re certainly not an orc, and I highly doubt a goblin has that strong of a voice. Why, then, have you accosted me?”

“So you know Zul’jin, then.” Zae’jin said with a sneer Raal could feel verbally. “Tell me what ya know of ‘im, then. And be sure not to leave anythin’ out.”.
Raal took a few seconds to contemplate what he said next, aware his life was very close to ending right here. He would need to be careful.
“Zul’jin was spoken of oftenly and glowingly by a companion I made in the first war against Azeroth by the name of Senwe. He later joined our horde with the clans of the forest trolls under his leadership, and helped secure us many victories against the alliance. I’d heard the humans killed him, and that it took ten knights to do it.”

Zae’jin’s knife did not leave Raal’s throat, and the faint scent of a pipe being lit caught Raal’s attention.
“Wait, smelled?” Raal realized. He hadn’t smelled anything in quite some time. Perhaps this was an effect of being brought here by omni. He thought to check for breath, but such a move would likely be considered too much movement by his captor.
“Alright, Venjo.” Zae’jin said in a softer tone. “the spirits, they tell me he does not lie. You were right.”
A troll wearing furs and holding an axe bigger than Raal’s torso appeared in front of him, a dark forest green marking him as a forest troll - the most common kind Raal had ever seen. his face was covered in red paint and his eyes were a piercing grey. He was easily Twice Raal’s size and more, powerfully built for a troll
“Still, why the hell d’ya want him alive. The orcs, they betrayed us.”
“the new orcs, Thrall’s orcs, betrayed us. Death knights never listened to him, Zae’jin.”.
Raal pondered at the conversation, venturing to ask a question. “Thrall? I’ve never heard of him. Are you saying someone with such a lowly name leads an orcish faction now?” Raal asked, confused and curious. Still, the way these trolls talked, the horde still existed… though Raal couldn’t imagine why they’d betrayed the trolls. Moreso than the brutish ogres, Untrustworthy goblins, and enslaved, nonsense-spouting dragons, Raal had found the trolls more kin to the Orcs than any race on azeroth. strong, fierce, bloodthirsty, and intelligent, an orc establishing a rapport with a troll was easy, and the two were in spirit and drive akin to one another.
Venjo laughed, a throaty laugh that seemed to fill the room. “Omni’s played a cruel joke on you, ya, if you don’t even know that. Thrall don’t lead just a faction of orcs. He’s the warchief.”
Raal’s gaze creased. “Why would the warchief choose to betray the trolls.”
“to protect the alliance wit’ his precious humans?”
Raal’s red eyes widened for perhaps the first time in his life. “What?!”
Venjo laughed again, though softer.”That’s the first time I’ve ever seen a skull gape. But frankly, I don’t doubt Zae’jin’s gettin’ impatient with me, so I’ll explain quickly. You seem t’be from somewhere about the second war. Omni, he don’t seem to care about time… or whether you’re actually dead in the first place. So you wouldn’t know… but this Thrall, he reunited the horde under his own banner. A banner that apparently decided humans w’re more important than us.”
“Blasphemy! The horde would never allow such a pompous weakling to lead them!”
Venjo quirked an eyebrow at that. “You’re still like the orcs of old then. Good. Maybe you’ll be useful.”.
Raal thought about that. “The Dwarf. Before I killed him, he mentioned a war with you…
Venjo smirked. “Yeah, we watched most o’ that go on. That ol’ fishermen had been a thorn in our side before now. The only reason we didn’t just rip your skull off it’s spine when we found ya is me recognizin’ what ya are, and that you killed one of our enemies here soon as ya could. Y’dont be getting off scot-free here, though. The trolls don’t often give survival to the other races, much less hosp’tality. ”.
Raal contemplated this. “So you saved me to serve your purposes. I understand.”

Venjo smiled. “Even if we killed ya, a prime could always come back. Then again, right now, most of the boys here don’t trust ya. Zae’jins a good example. “

“An orc is an orc. and he seems treacherous.”
Raal smirked at that, an ugly expression on his rotting features. “Treacherous? I am. But not to my own. The trolls and orcs were allies once. I shall honor that, for what it’s worth. Particularly since we seem to share a goal.”
“The exterminatin’ of the dwarves.” Venjo responded blandly.
the long-dead orcs smile did not fade. “I can tell just from speaking to you that the Trolls want more than that. As do I.”.
Venjo smiled. “The cullin’ of the kingdom that betrayed us, and the humans that serve it.”.
Zae’jin interrupted. “Fine then, interloper. But first you’ll have to prove yourself to us. Become one of us in truth, an’ then we’ll talk about killin de’ humans.”.

Raal took a few seconds to respond, idly feeling for his own powers. They had grown a little stronger, but he was still much weaker than he was, he knew. He would rectify that soon.
“What must I do?” he asked.
Surprisingly, it was Venjo that responded, not Zae’jin, his mouth curling into a smile. “If you’re truly like the death knights I remember, even as a new prime this shouldn’t be too hard for you. The first part’s simple. We need the skull of a dwarf from ya. Not the one you already killed, we’ll call that one your entrance fee.” Venjo’s lips curved into a wide grin at the last sentence. He was apparently proud of his little joke, the warlock mused. “I assume that’s not all, or you wouldn’t be creating such an elaborate show of this ritual.” Raal stated bluntly.
Venjo chuckled. “Spirit. An’ you’re right, that’s not all. We also be needin’ the teeth of a giant, and the scales of a dragon. Then return here, along with your guide.”

“Guide?”
Venjo Smirked. “More of a jailer, really. Makin’ sure you don’t skimp out on the oath, and bringin’ ye to the best places to get this done quickly.”
“And to whom am I assigned.”
Rather than answer directly, Venjo called out a single name.
“Zul’kis!”


Raal turned his head as a young troll entered the tent through the small, leather-covered doorway. The troll was a pale blue, and held his twin axes with a looser grip than Raal would expect from a warrior in a time of war. His Mohawk of emerald hair seemed almost a little crooked, and Raal resisted the urge to smirk. Ven’jo rushed over to him immediately, and Raal finally saw the old brown troll that had crept up behind him for the first time. He’d never seen such a long beard on a troll before, or such long, yellowed tusks. Still, power radiated from the electricity sparking from his eyes, and Raal was surprised despite himself. Witch doctors, yes, he’d heard of them, but to think they possessed magic, and so much magic… It seemed a lot had changed since last he’d seen trolls.
Venjo smiled. “If you’re ready to go an’ prove yaself, Death Knight, I’d advise ya go. Zae’jin be impatient to get you outta his house. I’ll inform the others you got a temporary pass.” Venjo stated, before pulling a small device out of his pocket.
“...What is that?” Raal asked.
Venjo grinned.

Hi there, Proto Alex here, bringing you a wonderful public service announcement about Coruscant.

Did you know that Coruscant is ruled with an iron fist by the Emperor? Did you know that they employ a vast and excessive amount of wire-tapping, secret surveillance, and are well within their limitless authority to arrest or shoot anyone they feel like?!

Yea, really intense stuff. Especially on that first tier, where their leader and police force have their headquarters. It's almost as if people should genuinely watch their backs while they're walking around if they intend to do anything even remotely seditious or against the law, even if it's a law the Empire just invented on the spot!

I'd really hate to see primes get arrested/banished/murder-killed by hordes of space marines or Judge Dredd (who loves to do beat patrols on Tier 1) for attempting to steal things or otherwise disturb the image of Utopian society that the Empire is trying to display to the rest of the Omniverse on Tier 1.

Oh gee, that'd be terrible. I hope people watch what they're doing, so they don't get visited by the authorities!

Edit - Man, I'd also hate to think I could avoid the biggest police state in the Omniverse by hiding inside of it, rather than running the hell away.

Cat slowed to a stop as she neared the center of the nexus. The large lake that had been there when she left was now gone. In its place, was now a massive door. Or, more precisely, a set of three doors arranged in a triangle so that no matter which way you looked, one was always visible. There were numerous locks on the doors, lining up all the way to the top and down agian to the bottom. The metal monsters made it look like this really was the prison it had been made out to be by Nealaphh. I.. I'm not sure I can handle this. I mean.... what if I get captured by Orcs? I might get killed or worse... I can't do this.

Cat dropped to the ground at the foot of one of the massive doors, her fears overcoming her mind. The blue shield curled around her as her breathing staggered, and she began seeing spots. There was a ringing sound in her ears and her vision blurred as tears starteddropping to the ground. I can't do this. I'm not strong enough.I can't do it alone. Cat was regretting not bringing the shards with her, although they really would have brought too much attention as she passed through public. What she needed was a companion that could alert her to danger, or find her a way out of it or something like that. As she cried, an image surfaced in her mind. It was very foggy and hard to make out, but it was accompanied by the feel of soft fur under her hand. A long, narrow body, covered with dark brown fur. The feeling of somthing peircing though her skin. Sharp teeth, but not sharp enough to be dangerous, sharp claws meant for pouncing on prey.

As the distant memories drifted through her mind, Omnilium dripped from Cat's fingers with her tears into a puddle on the ground. It pooled beside her and continually rippled and shifted as it began to take form. It narrowed and thickened, growing from the puddle into the little furred creature from the echoes of faded memories. It developed as Cat continued to cry, fine details etching their way into the irridescent material. It grew fine hairs which became fur, the eyes blinked, and claws became sharp. A dark, chocolatey brown seeped through the strands of fur, met with a patch of golden brown in the middle of its body. Its tail flicked as the creature started coming to life, colour bleeding into it's skin gradually.

The little creature looked like a cross between a weasel and a cat, and moved about with ease. It explored its surroundings cautiously, including Cat's still collapsed figure. A small nose wiggled under her arm as she started to wipe away her tears and she froze, completely dumbfounded. Did I... No one else was around watching the little creature, nor was anyone walking away that may have left it. I doubt such a little creature would be a prime as Nealaphh calls them. Did he.. come from me? I couldn't have.. Although Nealaphh did say I had the ability to... odd. This little fellow is adorable though.
Cat reached out to touch the little creature, although she wasn't sure what it was, only to receive a sharp bite from its small teeth. "Ow.. that was rude. You could be nicer considering the situation. Do you have a name? ... Why am I talking, you can't understand me. Hmm..... I'll call you Kite. That sounds like a nice name, and I don't know your gender. Would you like to come with me...? I'd really enjoy having some company." She had to get this done, for Nealaphh. It would help people be safe until they got home. Plus.. every girl needs to have stayed in a pillow fort at least once in their lifetime. It was too much fun to resist. While Cat took a few moments to try to reign her emotions in, Kite scampered away towards the gate to the tangled green, followed immediately by the young girl calling out to him.

Either from amazing philosphers, or awesome writings, or whatever. I'ma start with some of my favourite fiction. Top three are from Philip Pullman, fourth is from K.J. Parker (Engineer Trilogy).

“Finally, I’d say to anyone who wants to tell these tales, don’t be afraid to be superstitious. If you have a lucky pen, use it. If you speak with more force and wit when wearing one red sock and one blue one, dress like that. When I’m at work I’m highly superstitious. My own superstition has to do with the voice in which the story comes out. I believe that every story is attended by its own sprite, whose voice we embody when we tell the tale, and that we tell it more successfully if we approach the sprite with a certain degree of respect and courtesy. These sprites are both old and young, male and female, sentimental and cynical, sceptical and credulous, and so on, and what’s more, they’re completely amoral: like the air-spirits who helped Strong Hans escape from the cave, the story-sprites are willing to serve whoever has the ring, whoever is telling the tale. To the accusation that this is nonsense, that all you need to tell a story is a human imagination, I reply, ‘Of course, and this is the way my imagination works.”

"Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know. Don't try and shut it out."

"And at the word alone, Will felt a great wave of rage and despair moving outwards from a place deep within him, as if his mind were an ocean that some profound convulsion had disturbed. All his life he'd been alone, and now he must be alone again, and this infinitely precious blessing that had come to him must be taken away almost at once. He felt the wave build higher and steeper to darken the sky, he felt the crest tremble and begin to spill, he felt the great mass crashing down with the whole weight of the ocean behind it against the iron-bound coast of what had to be. And he felt himself crying aloud with more anger and pain than he had ever felt in his life, and he found Lyra just as helpless in his arms. But as the wave expended its force and the waters withdrew, the bleak rocks remained; there was no arguing with fate; neither his despair nor Lyra's had moved them a single inch."

"He could no more turn his back on it than a stone dropped from a tower could refrain from falling. Most men, desiring this thing, wouldn't build the machine, but only because they wouldn't know how to. He knew; so he had to build it. He couldn't pretend it was beyond him, because he knew it wasn't. The little thing - the most powerful, destructive force in the world, the cause of all true suffering, the one thing everybody wants most of all - was pulling on him like the force that pulls the falling stone, and there was nothing he could do to resist it."

Rico, Hakka, .... Templar?!!

That was the first words that left her mouth as she was gone in a flash..

She found herself staring at a smiling figure, trying to explain what this...world was about...

She shifted uncomfortably, not only was she not with Col. Templar, Rico or Hakka, She had no idea where she was. But it wasn't where she was before, that's what she could observe. She tried to speak but nothing came out.

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.

“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.”

Hey, I know this is sudden but we need a staffer on board to help out with the fighting situation between the Flash and Specter in the Coruscant thread. I'm kinda relevantly new on this portion since I rarely RP fights and so yeah.

Oh and Flash offered me to be in his thread as well so I'm covered > http://omniverse-rpg.com/viewtopic.php?f...591#p38570 (I'll most likely change the post to avoid anything illegal in this thread)

Character name: Cole Evans

Character source: Grind City Revolution (Original Story)

Character history:
Grind City, Michigan is a city with long-standing financial problems and a notoriously high crime rate. Gangs dominate the streets and have only gotten stronger since the arrival of several science and technology companies in the city, having stolen from their labs to acquire powerful new weaponry. With the police underfunded and overworked and the rich city council seemingly uncaring about the well-being of regular people, some of the city’s residents have decided to take matters into their own hands by combating the gangs and criminals themselves. These people are known collectively as the Revolutionaries.

Cole Evans is one of Grind City’s first Revolutionaries. A junior year college student at Bruce State University, Cole is a major in anthropology with a minor in political science. With his father in the US Army and his mother kept busy as a doctor in a hospital downtown, Cole doesn’t interact with his parents much. He has stayed in regular contact with his older brother Troy despite him also being busy as a Grind City police officer. One day, Cole and Troy were walking out of a convenience store, when members of the Knights street gang attacked them, as Troy was one of the officers testifying against them in a large drug case. Cole only received minor injuries, but Troy was killed. Angry for what happened and not thinking straight, Cole went out by himself to get revenge, having found out where one of the gang’s hideouts was. He fought and subdued the gang members in the building including the ones that killed Troy, leaving them for the police to apprehend.

After that first incident, Cole continued to fight against the gangs in the city, while also keeping up with his studies at Bruce State. He also formed alliances with other Revolutionaries around the city as they all fought back against the city’s criminals.

Physical Description:
Average height, slim build, African-American, brown eyes, dark brown hair in braids. Main outfit is a purple baseball cap with “GC” logo printed on front, purple baseball jersey with “Pharaohs” printed on the front and “Carson 36” printed on the back in black lettering, white t-shirt, dark grey cargo pants, black utility belt, black and white basketball shoes.

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength – 1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat – 400 OM

Starting Moves:

Dual Stun Batons – 600 OM
A pair of modified nightsticks, equipped with small electric generators. They release bursts of electricity when they hit an opponent. When their batteries run out, they must be recharged or replaced. Otherwise, they can still be used as normal nightsticks.

Pistol – 300 OM
A normal 9mm handgun for use as Cole’s main long range weapon. Must be reloaded after 15 shots.

Flare Katana – 600 OM
A katana with a small flamethrower attached to the handle. The flamethrower can shoot a continuous stream of flame for five seconds before the small fuel canister depletes and needs to be replaced with a full one. Otherwise, it can be used like a regular katana.

Clawshot Gun – 300 OM
A grappling hook gun that can be shot to grab on to ledges, it can be used for travel or to grab far away objects. It can also be used to pull opponents in closer for an attack or pull himself in closer. Opponents that are stronger than Cole can resist being pulled in.

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

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