Trixie’s head was wrenched from under the ice-cold water just as she had begun to pass out from lack of oxygen. Coughing violently and gasping for air the redhead felt her matted hair cling to her soaking face. As she vomited what water she could up from her lungs the clear fluid spilled down her chin mixing with the blood from the various beatings she had been receiving for the past three weeks. The ICE wing of the Tier 1 military prison did not take kindly to having its guards shown up by a female inmate. Of course, all it did was amuse Palpatine to find out that one female soldier took on four armed guards and had come out relatively unscathed.

“This is a sad day, Beatrix. You’re being released from my care today.” The Inquisitor said, wiping blood from his hands.

Had her hands, arms, and legs not been bound together tightly with rope Trixie would have loved to give him a parting gift. Maybe a compound fracture that she could rip out and use as weapon? Bone had the potential to be sharp when it splintered. Instead the Mistress clenched her jaw and ground her teeth together as her torturers assistant planted a firm strike to her stomach. Try as she might the redhead couldn't keep from coughing up anything her stomach could produce all over the floor. She was a complete mess. To her surprise it was at that moment the door to the “prisoner correction” room swung open and the warden strolled in followed by the four guards she had beaten.

“Awww it’s a family reunion!” Trixie said, laughing through her pain.

Just as antagonist guard one was about to strike her shoulder with his club, which would have guaranteed a shattered bone, it stopped inches away from her person. Instead it was forcefully thrown from his hand and plunged through the Inquisitors face killing him instantly. From behind the warden came a robed Sith who had his saber drawn, but not ignited.

“I think that’s quite enough. Your failings as prison guards do not reflect upon the prisoner. They reflect on the Empire.” He spoke through a voice modulator that was built into his mask.

All four guards that had entered with the warden immediately had their necks snapped at the same time. Their lifeless bodies to dropped to the floor. The Warden retreated behind the only remaining prison personnel left, the Inquisitor’s assistant. Trixie felt her bindings loosen and in one push of her power she broke free and dropped to her knees. Wiping her hair from her vision she bit down hard on a piece of rope next to her and reinserted each shoulder into it’s appropriate socket. Getting to her feet she stood upright. Despite being completely naked and covered in the filth she had been left in the look in her eye was a wild one. Extending both hands she clenched them both into fists and before her eyes she watched as both the warden and assistant were crushed into pulp. The pool of blood felt warm between her toes as she spun around to meet her savior.

“Assuming you’re from the Emperor to finally let me go. Does that mean we have an arrangement?” Trixie asked, dropping her hands.

Her question elicited a nod from the Sith Lord in front of her.

“Good. I’m going to use the shower in the Warden’s office, take some of his clothes and head home. Sound good?” Trixie said, not really caring what the person in front of her said.

Extending an arm, the Sith Lord gestured to escort her. Spitting out some blood from her mouth onto the corpses at her feet, Mistress Zulenka followed the Sith out of the room and to her freedom.

Quote:Quest: A Day in the Life, Coruscant, Tier 2
Post Word Count: 1867
Post Character Count: 10594

#ReferencesNoOneExceptLike3PeopleWillGet

Shang Tsung and Atelos, stalwarts and Defenders of Darkshire, are gearing up to go wrassle a beast out in the Pale Moors. We had guns with us, but events conspired (hoping not permanently/long term-ly).

We require at least two additional souls allies to help us go kill the monster, as per the quest requirements. After we defeat the beast...who knows?

Quote:Disclaimer: I swear I did not name this character after anybody, especially not anybody whose name is at the bottom of the web-page. His genesis occurred back in 2010, in a far-off corner of the internet. Any resemblance to Gregs living or dead is purely coincidental.

Basically, the only reason I came here was on a friend's suggestion. I love the setup here and all, but I'm not quite comfortable with continuing on here because of recent life issues. I really don't think I'll be coming back here, and on the off chance that I do, then I'd rather use a different character than my Creatia here.

So I'm asking what my options are. I could just leave her archived, but her artwork that I drew is in her roster, and I'd rather not have that up there because of my own reasons. So is it possible to delete that roster, or if not, then at least have a chance to reedit it so I can put a simple written description? I've been searching the forums and coming up with mixed answers, so I decided to ask here.

Doomguy challenged my honor. I must put up a fight against this tomfoolery.

Alexander Anderson vs. Doomguy

Fight rules we agreed upon:

Word Limit: 1200
Posts Per Player: 3
Time Limit: N/A
Random Elements: On
Damage Meter: On

Combat stage will be in the Despoiled Dreamscape, in the Underverse.

Will need a judge for this, for when we eventually complete it, if anyone's crazy enough to volunteer.


You asked for this, Doomguy. :wat:

go easy on me :froggonk:

Hiro/Harlan!!!!!!!!! Congratz on another year under you're belt, man. Hope ya get slobbery-ly waste (If ya drink, if not, that's cool too)

Quick, someone host a birthday rap battle for this man!Go!

CHARACTER NAME: Annabelle November Terra

CHARACTER SOURCE: Starcraft OC/ OV OC

CHARACTER HISTORY:

[spoiler] Born as the twin sister of November Terra, their mother named them according to the other’s middle name. A highly militaristic family, this was supposed to bring the two girls closer to one another. In reality, while Nova was bubbly and energetic, Annabelle preferred spending time alone or satisfying her adrenaline addiction stealing and piloting hovercraft at extreme speeds. Going against the grain became something that Anna would constantly be known for. As a child she fought with the students at her school, even her less combat oriented sister. You’d begin to wonder if the rambunctious child even loved her twin. Annabelle did though. She just didn’t know how to express it.



It wasn’t until they were both in their late teens and going through bootcamp did they form a sisterly bond. Nova lacked the popularity she had in high school and could not make friends with any of her squad mates. While she was an excellent marksman, she fell short on most everything else. Annabelle did her best, but when their assignments came down from Command the two never spoke again. Her sister had become a Black Ops Sniper and vanished from existence. Annabelle was assigned as an Air Superiority Fighter and shipped to Flight School. It broke her heart. You could argue that the moment they were split changed Annabelle into the woman she is today.


Flight School was rough, but the young woman enjoyed every minute of it. She excelled behind the controls of a multimillion dollar machine capable of breaking the sound barrier. Before long Annabelle was top in her class and acing every test they gave her. Upon graduating Anna immediately sought out her sister, but could not locate her. Assuming the worst she maintained her maintained her Lieutenant rank, unable to climb any higher. That is until that fateful day her sister summoned her into the Omniverse as one of her Secondaries. During the war with Diablo the Empire needed Ace Pilots to keep the aerial demons at bay and to support ground forces. Nova summoned her sister, knowing she’d be able to excel. This began a very long tenure with Imperial Squadron Command. Annabelle was assigned to the ace squadron Delta V and shipped all over Imperial controlled territory with her TIE Interceptor friends. Even after Diablo had been banished the two sisters maintained a professional and familial relationship.


Settling into her new life, Annabelle transferred out of the Interceptor Squadron and upon being promoted to Captain was assigned to the 8th Carrier Battle Group that helped patrol the Vasty Deep. She’s been out there to this day flying sorties for the Empire and building on her skills as an air superiority fighter pilot.

[/spoiler]

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:



STATS:
ATK: 2
DEF: 2
SPD: 4
TEC: 2

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:
Ranged Proficiency 1000 
Area Attack 600
Area Defense 400
Homing Proficiency 600

STARTING POWERS:
Master Acrobat 400
Super Jump Basic 300
Enhanced Senses Advanced - 1700

STARTING MOVES:
None

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

Ich spreche kein Deutsch

Where did you find us?

Between a rock and a hard place.

The peace and quiet that Bruce felt in the darkness got interrupted by a familiar melody. At first he isn't able to place it but as he regains consciousness he recognized it as his communicator. Slowly his eyes opened.  The pupils of his eyes were greeted by the vast white landscape that is the Nexus. It took a few moments for his sight to adjust to the brightness. When finally being able to see he reached for his helmet, activating the communicator inside it.

"Yes?" He grunted

The old familiar voice that is Alfred Pennyworth immediately greeted him with the usual sass, "I told you so."

Bruce grunted as he sat up near the fountain, his head was spinning as if he had a massive hangover. "What?" Was the only thing the black armored vigilante managed to get out of his vocal cords.

I told you those games were a horrible idea. Do you have any idea how long you've been gone Master Bruce?"

Batman slowly got his aching body up from the ground, using the ledge of the fountain to stabilize his movement. Memories started to return to him as the battle of Dante's Abyss becomes clear as day once more. For Batman the brutal show of Karl ended with a showdown against  some clown named Deadpool. It wasn't long before Bruce remembered everything and his mind started to calm down.

How long has it been Alfred?

The other side of the com became silent for a moment before the butler finally answered, Months master Bruce, you've been gone for months.

Silence struck the millionaire as his mind started to process the information. If I've been gone for months the others must have been long gone, if they have returned themselves. I was under the impression that once killed a prime would be given life once more, though this, being gone for months isn't what I expected. I must return home to see what has happened, and if any of the others have shown themselves.

I understand, I am on my way so we can reevaluate our positions. How is Sarah?

Miss Petrov has returned to her life before Batman, I'm sure she is still around. Though there are other pressing matters at hand.

Bruce is silent for a moment, Alfred, how did you know I returned?

Precisely that Master Bruce, I picked up a message saying the Batman appeared at the fountain. I believe they send a squad to investigate.

Understood Alfred, I'll be on the lookout.

Batman disconnected the com and looked around him, making sure no one else was near here. The coast seemed clear enough and he started to focus. Using the omnilium Bruce traded his Batman suit of armor for a nice three piece suit, removing Batman from the scene. From a distance he noticed a small group of white armored soldiers, he still had time. He started to focus once more, and it wasn't long before a bright orange Lamborghini was standing in front of him. The door opened and the millionaire playboy got in. The engine revved as Bruce took off, speeding towards the Coruscant gate.

The sports car came to a stop when it  was stopped by a patrol of stormtroopers. Bruce rolled down the window, "What's the matter officer?"

One of the stormtroopers looks inside the vehicle,We are looking for the Batman, a black armored Prime who has been seen here.

Bruce shrugged behind the wheel,Haven't seen anyone fitting that description. The trooper inspects the vehicle, but soon came to the conclusion there wasn't much space to hide a second person. "Very well sir, move along."

Bruce nodded and dashed off in his vehicle, it seems his identity was still a secret. He took a chance back there but it was better than getting into a fistfight with Corusant's forces. It wasn't long before he reached the gate, he was back in Coruscant.

I originally posted this in Quick Questions, but no one there had an answer for it, so I'm making a thread for it and hoping Omni (or someone else who would know) notices...

Quote:What kinda height is each tier of Coruscant? I know they must be pretty big, but I was just wondering if Greg or anyone had actually given any rough heights for them before?

I'm asking because I'd like to give Hijiri a skyscraper for a base at some point, but it'd be pretty awkward if I did that without asking this first, only to later have to go back and edit it's size in a bunch of posts because it turned out the roof was higher than a tier's ceiling...

Also, hypothetically, if it turns out that the ceilings aren't really all that high, would it actually be possible to get a base that is actually part of two tiers?

Upon finally emerging from the shadows of the trees Pinay set her pack aside and stripped off her ash-stained leather armor. Down to her leggings and gambeson, she sat at the edge of the forest with her glaive close at-hand. The night-time air was cool, and smelled of rich soil and wildflowers in equal measure. Before her, open countryside rolled away, past rocky plains and open fields towards far-away mountains: jagged, white-capped silhouettes on the horizon, glowing silver with distant moonlight. The beleaguered elf stayed there until morning, engaged in fitful reverie, her repose aided by the feeling of the breeze against her ravaged face and denied by the horrific, malevolent heat of the anger in her mind. 
  
At first light she rose, ate a single biscuit and some dried fruit from her supplies, and donned her armor without a word. With the haft of her weapon resting across her shoulder and the ruddy orange sunrise staining everything in shades of bronze and blood, the last Oskinder set out alone across the lands of the Kingdom.   

Pinay had never been to Dalaran before, but she knew the way; travelers lacking the power of flight had to make the trip to Minas Tirith first, and from there fly by Pegasus to the floating City of Mages. It was a long way to travel on foot - more than a week's march from the outerlying duchies - but her tribe had been nomads; she'd walked greater distances. 

It was the solitude that bothered her.

For the best part of a decade the golden-skinned Oskinder elves had roamed the countryside of western Camelot, camping for months at a time in fields and forests and avoiding large settlements. They had moved as a broad unit, a procession hundreds-strong, grouped by clan allegiance - except for the watchers: the warrior-caste would run ahead in pairs, forming the vanguard and foraging for food. Only rarely had they sent representatives into the bigger towns and cities to trade for rare materials made urgent by some crisis or other; On those particularly daunting missions into the world of the city-building societies Pinay's kind had always traveled in packs.

The hideously-scarred elf-maid knew the road well, but over all her years spent in the Omniverse and for centuries before, she'd always had companions: friends and kinsmen, either at her side or awaiting her eventual return. With the sickly furnace-glow of trauma and death illuminating her thoughts and the mindless warbling cackle of King Ghidorah still echoing in her brain, traveling didn't feel the same as it had before; the horizon no longer held promises - only questions.