If you didn't specify in your joining form, you need to state here or message me what you'd like for a Level 0 Super Move. Please see the appropriate thread ([5]) in the Rules Forum for more information.

If you're not level 1, please don't post in this thread.

If you're Level 1 and you don't post here, you give me full authority to use your SP as I see fit.

As the Barracks loom ever-closer on the horizon, I just want to take this time to throw out the whole 'Make sure you refresh yourself on the Rules and how this whole thing works' spiel, so I can avoid any headaches or having to point out to information that is already available.

While I ask that everyone refresh themselves on all the threads (except maybe the joining one since you're already here), I want to draw special attention to the following.

The Map - Please save a copy of the map to MS Paint or something. You'll want to do some degree of tracking if you want to out-play the others, and you WILL need to track the Danger Zones (aka -- the squares that instantly kill you if you land on them or walk through them)

Time and Moving Around - This explains how threads will be set up, when I will close the thread to make little updates, and how movement works. Pay attention to the formatting for moving around the map.

The Face to Face - I think this one has set in pretty well, but it might not hurt to refresh yourself.

Updates and Messaging - This is also important. Once the Island starts, I will no longer respond to anything DA-related on my Proto Man account.

What's the rule on Secondaries? Does that basically mean, a Prime has the power to summon anyone from their history, anywhere in the universe? Can a Prime summon a deceased relative for instance?

It'll be posted within 3 hours, or tomorrow. I have permission that I can black out the Lobby and do this....

Forwarned...

I have these done. Obviously I'm not publicizing anything until Friday, because anything could change in the meantime. I haven't even really settled on a top 3, because it's just so amorphous up there.

I just thought I'd give people a space to discuss what they think the 'power rankings' will be.

I do want to give a high five to Mickey, Ganon, and Link for being the 3 people who have (at least as of now) moved up the most spots.

The rattle of a shaking paint-spray can broke the silence of the warm and soothing sunset of Seattle, as Delsin raised the can, aiming at a building. He stood above the city's streets, on top a roof of the building in question. Delsin pressed down on the nozzle, painting over a cardboard stencil taped onto one of the building's protrusions, a single concrete prism with a door that led to the lower levels.

Delsin only focused on keeping the spray-paint aimed at the cardboard to not make a mess of the place. After all, he was always doing this to exert his talent, not to ruin property.

Well, at least most people didn't consider it ruining property. Although the ones that did usually never caught up to him. He almost missed the days it was just senior citizens griping at him, other than fully-armed superpowered and militaristic soldiers peppering Delsin with assault rifle bullets. In reality, Delsin missed the days the latter was true. The D.U.P, Eugene, Fetch... Reggie.

Reggie.

The name almost made Delsin shiver as he finished painting over his stencil. Delsin shook his head a bit at how much the name hurt. It's been a week since Reggie Rowe, Delsin's bigger brother's death, and even his final words to Delsin were saying how much he loved him, and how proud he was for all the things Delsin has done for the people around him.

Delsin smiled at the memory long-gone now, knowing that Reggie meant what he said to him before he took that fall, sacrificing himself to save his younger brother. He was proud of the city Delsin had taken part of rebuilding, and Delsin was as well. Finally, an age where Conduits, who used to be freaks and deviants of the entire world, could live in peace with the more average citizen. There wasn't a thing Delsin could ask for that topped it. Taking down his cardboard stencil, he replaced it with a new one right on top of the area he painted over, and continued working.

"Alright, Del... Gotta finish this up before it gets dark..." Delsin mumbled to himself, "Theere we go."

Putting emphasis on his last sentence, Delsin took a step backward, taking off the new stencil once more. Placing it on the floor right next to him, Delsin walked backwards, looking at the final product. It was a mostly simple, multi-colored tribal design. Something a bit more abstract for practice.

"Elegant..." Delsin bragged, before slowly walking over and putting the spray-can on the ground. He looked off at the sunset, listening to the sounds of the urban city streets below. It was only a couple more minutes until dark. Since criminal activity was at a low, Delsin figured he might as well watch it for once.

Jumping off the edge of the rooftop, Delsin suddenly morphed into a cloud of smoke, rushing towards a taller building next to the one he was previously on top of. Delsin began to take his original shape again, before he grabbed the edge of a windowsill. Climbing up with ease, Delsin hopped onto the roof, walking over to the far-end of the building.

Sitting down, Delsin stretched outwards, before patiently observing the sun fade into the night sky. He then laid down, quietly thinking to himself. Before long, Delsin's lack of sleep began to get to him, although he paid no mind. Delsin tried to keep his eyes open, but soon enough, the sounds of Seattle and the beautiful sky above him put Delsin to sleep.

Delsin usually didn't remember his dreams. It was only black for a moment, and then he wakes up. Usually, that is. Now, it was only black. Eerily black, creepy and silent. Delsin waited for the moment he would wake. There was a problem, however. He was waiting. He could think consciously. Lucid dreaming, perhaps? Delsin thought it was weird at first, since this never happened with him since he was way younger.

But... even then, something was happening. Now, it's just a void. Empty, silent, and cold. Delsin looked down to see his body standing there, seemingly on nothing at all. He tried to speak, but he only thought.

'Okay, this is a tiny bit out of the ordinary...' Delsin began to look around as he talked in his own head, making no noise. Still nothing. It was only when he turned all the way around, Delsin saw something else that stood out in this strange dream, if it even was a dream at this point.

It looked to be a figure of a man, or a silhouette, rather. It was pure white, almost as if it was making sure it was noticeable. Just sitting there in the distance. Staring at Delsin. He began to walk towards the figure, and creepily enough, it almost seemed to get closer to Delsin faster, without even moving.

Delsin was horribly confused at this moment. If this was some sort of lucid dream, why was nothing but this happening? Why exactly could he feel everything around him? Delsin couldn't tell if it was maybe his powers getting to him, or something of the sort, but the real questions he had in mind were related to whoever this figure was. It might have been useless to ask, but Delsin supposed it would be better than keeping silent.

Just like that, however, the strange silhouette spoke, answering all of Delsin's questions before he could even ask them.

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.”

Quote:Made in the Rec Dome after her reunion with Desco.

I'm trying to make my roster as complete and as thorough as I could make it so if someone needs a crash course into the world of Trixie and her equipment it does just that.

My roster link is below my avatar. What I need help with is if there is something I've missed that could help you write her that is not written there. Any comments and corrections are welcome. As a side of effect of my coming off a potent anti-psychotic called Seroquel and moving to Lithium I've lost some of my eye sight so my proof reading can be sub par as my eyes don't focus like they did say 6 months ago.

I'm just looking for several sets of eyes and several types of minds to be like "Well if I were to write her I'd want to know this" or "Yeah you've covered everything. Relax bitch."

Thanks.

Okay, so I have done the Faction Quest for the Dwarven faction of the Frozen Fields, right here.

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The whole thread came out to 11,049 words and I'd like a member of staff to grade it and determine whether this qualifies as completing the faction quest when they have time.  For ease of convenience, here's the mission.

Into the Hall
Requirements: Not affiliated with Zul'Gurand
Difficulty: Moderate (at least around ~5000 words of writing, will be judged on writing quality)
Reward: 300 OM, Ceremonial Dwarven Weapon or armament (Flavour Item, may be fashioned as a Move), Permission to enter Mithral Hall inside Dwarveholm
Overview: Character must retrieve a chunk of cobalt. Character must bring back a wampa hide. Character must bring back the tusk of a slain troll. Character must defeat a dwarven champion in a sparring bout.

Location: Frozen Fields (various)
The dwarves that reside in the mountain fortress-town of Dwarveholm are constantly harassed by the trolls. Despite King Bruenor’s efforts at a ceasefire, the racial hatred that Zul’jin and his trolls carry for humans, elves, and everything resembling them is far too deep. As such, the mountains of the Frozen Fields are often a site of perpetual guerilla war, with dwarves and trolls always raiding one another. Support from the Kingdom used to give the dwarves and edge, but with that material and manpower support dried up, the trolls have taken the advantage.

As a result, King Bruenor has an open-door policy with Dwarveholm. He accepts all travelers and all merchants, seeking to profit over the trolls’ deep-set hatreds. This is not to say anyone can become respected or buddies with the king and his inner circle. In fact, troll-aligned spies have caused Bruenor to be cautious with whom he accepts inside Mithral Hall. Those who seek an audience with the king and to become a part of his war against the trolls must gather materials precious to the dwarves—cobalt and wampa fur, which are used in many of their blacksmith and armorsmith projects.

The would-be ally of the dwarves must also defeat a troll in combat and return with their tusk. They must then prove their mettle by sparring with and besting a dwarven champion. Only such an individual will be honored with access to the inner sanctum of Dwarveholm and permission to sit at the mead hall with King Bruenor.