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[Aseaheru]

who do you clean a lung infection? make them drink soapy water while hiccuping?

[Talvieno]

Awesome posts, Sus, Splint! I'm working on finishing the second half of the Vanya chapter, hopefully later today - just need Hanslanda on to check what I have. And Splint, your story post didn't actually contain "suckage"... If I understand right, you mentioned scythods at one point (and possibly seqiv). Now I feel called to post a sort of scythod pic...

This was drawn much, much earlier this year... I just edited it, that's all. Black parts are the edit. Oh, and I took out the eyes. (it was determined that they made no sense.)

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THIS IS ONLY ONE HALF OF THE SCYTHOD. I was just trying to draw a quick schematic so Mr Frog would know (very roughly) what they look like.

They're loosely designed after the praying mantis.

They're capable of slicing things up with their scythe arms (unprotected hands and feet are especially vulnerable), and the claw at the end (not really tentacles, but I have no idea what to call it - I haven't seen anything like it in real life before) is capable of literally stabbing into an enemy's body, and opening up inside their body cavity. Following this they can shake their foe around and cause massive internal damage. Their spike legs are good for stomp-stabbing enemies (and spearing them, too, apparently). Their claw arm isn't good for much besides scratching and holding weapons. Their teeth, however... A triple set of snake dentaries (I may be spelling that wrong, but I basically mean one half of a snake's lower jaw) rings their mouth, and they can easily latch on or rip somebody to pieces. Their bites are usually deadly just from the force behind it.

Mr Frog and I collaborated on it a while and decided that they're from a planet far away, largely volcanic with a dense co² atmosphere. It's in orbit around a brown dwarf, thus no light. As a result, they don't need eyes. However, they have a very well-developed sense of smell and hearing. Their spikelegs (hella sharp) are useful for climbing among the rocks. Due to the scarcity of what we would call "plant life" they focus their lives solely on being predators. Although intelligent, they're not incredibly so, forming tribes and such. In the original Frogmod, they were going to be taken to Dwarfworld by the Seqiv, who had space travel. Now... who can say. They were designed to be the brute force side of the aliens - the seqiv being intelligence and stealth.

edit: their language sounds like a series of clicks and hisses. But for writing purposes... first 25 words of their language file:
cyk chak sakkt'r scak libabyr l'r scacsa klor ch'ss ch'l'd'f pad'r h'f ba'bb'd b'k lalc kikid kilad lacsaf scor b'r halk spatsik ch'ssyk'ss hask aka

ninja'd.

who do you clean a lung infection? make them drink soapy water while hiccuping?

I lol'd.
Actually, Aseaheru, I imagine that in the Spearbreakers hospital, they start by putting the dwarf in traction, and then remove their legs. That's just the first step.

[Splint]

That's oddly how I imagine them being shaped. And what it said was "Hurry boy!" To which the human responded to it to at least talk to him in standard if not dwarven. I imagine them having very grating/annoying voices when they speak english for some reason.

I imagined them funnily enough with one set of sything limbs and one set of regular limbs which ended in two claw like fingers and a thumb (or an analgue thereof so they can wield weapons. Afterall, they aren't tyrandids so they won't be able to get far with just natural weapons.) I also decided to at least float the Ballpoint has a minority of other creatures in it's security Corperation.

Since I was never told anything about them other than them being mantids from space I just assumed they'd gotten here on thier own, possibly fleeing the Seqivet after you told us about them.

[Aseaheru]

ninja'd.

who do you clean a lung infection? make them drink soapy water while hiccuping?

I lol'd.
Actually, Aseaheru, I imagine that in the Spearbreakers hospital, they start by putting the dwarf in traction, and then remove their legs. That's just the first step.
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no, honestly. how do you clean a lung infection? do you cut open the chest then wash it or what?

[Splint]

An infection is an infection It'll either kill the dwarf or it won't. No treatment for it unless it causes necrosis, which can be treated by having the damaged tissue removed.

[Talvieno]

Actually, not true. If soap is used when cleaning wounds, or after surgery, the chance of a dwarf getting an infection is dramatically decreased. Outside of hospitals it's practically worthless, though, except for a happy thought: "Took a soapy bath recently". (though they do get cleaner from a soapy bath than a regular one.)

For lungs... I guess the dwarf either fights it off naturally (very rare, in my experience) or he's screwed.


For the Ballpoint language, I imagined it had to be dwarven by default. Otherwise, how did Vanya speak to Bugi and the other Ballpoint soldiers/guards?
But yeah, I imagine a scythod's dwarven would sound very harsh and grating. With a bit of a hiss to it all, possibly.

I can't wait for Toady's new updates... when that happens, scythods will be able to quad-wield... they'll be practically unstoppable except by skilled dwarves.
(by the way, if you haven't played as a scythod in adventurer mode, you should - it's as fun as playing as manamaids)

[Splint]

Languages of Ballpoint Technologies

Standard: For us, this would be english. Since it's clearly everyone's second language (since everyone can communicate it is abstracted as a second language in-game, otherwise anything humans said to a dwarven adventurer would be completely incomprehensible, as would goblins threatening you,) it's handy to know. This is the sole language of most Equus and some Humans from certain pocket dimensions/iterations. Used mostly for communication with creatures that have difficulty speaking/ flat out don't know any dwarven and for negotiations with potential clients. I imagine this would also sound rather jarring coming from a Sythod, if not making them seem downright scary.

Dwarven: The  usual language of the the contractors, at least in combat and when concerning thier employers. This also indicates most contractors know a minimum of three languages, with this, standard and thier mother tongue. Dwarven is probably thier default when they speak to anyone while at Corperate HQ just out of courtesy unless they know that person knows thier own language.

[Xahnel]

Naw, i meant, the way he said it, it sounded like she was getting MORE mace training.

[Splint]

Oh no. She's using a hammer made of depleted uranium just like Splint, Crusher, and Thumper.


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"Ah Ecem good to see you my boy!" Mr. Bronzeclasped said as the weary Sergeant entered his office. "You're ina much cheerier mood sir. Were you sober before?" He asked. This was a far cry from the more serious CEO who'd sent him and his recovery platoon on  recon. "Afraid I was sergeant. I have to take care of alot of the paperwork involving casualties and contracts myself you see, and I hadn't had the time to refill my flask. My apologies if I was rude to you." He then took a swig of booze from a suprisingly simple tin flask, the Mercenary aspect of the company's mottow etched in it in dwarven, and in a dead language. "Calamus Est Gladio." "The Pen Becomes the Sword." Ecem thought it fitting when he first heard it because of the company's name. "Well, I'm afraid this isn't a normal debreif. I need you to pick four of your best for another mission. Counter intelligence and whatnot." Ecem's jaw dropped. He hadn't even had time to change out of his bloody uniform yet! "You must be joking... My recovery team just got beat to hell twice in four days. We haven't even had a proper night's rest in almost three days!" Bronzeclasped sighed. "I know, but at present you and your contractors are the best I have available. 1st and 2nd teams were wiped out in the iteration trying to find that damnable spy's location and grabbing a parasol specimen in-iteration, and team  three, four, and six were devestated when you were all ambushed. There's not enough of them left to even make a full squad,a dnt eh other teams are on assignment elsewhere. If I had another team qualified for this I'd send them but at present I don't." He took another swig of booze before going on. "You recalll the raid by the NPSC correct? And the recent incident involving that spy and her allies?" "Yes sir. That damned acid bath killed three of my platoon mates and that big bastard of a dwarf killed one of my friends." "Yes, well, we believe both were Parasol's doing, and I need you and your chosen contractors to do a little.... clandestine work."  Ecem just sighed "Sabotage or assassination?"

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"Alright, Bugi, Aret, Koth, stay suited up.... You, rook. What's your name?" Ecem said as he entered the barracks, looking at a recent arrival to this particular barracks. He was a scrawny little bastard but his demolitions and marksmanship robbons at least showed he had some useful skills. "Fischer sir!" The rookie said eagerly. "Don't sir me. I'm not one of the execs or researchers." "Sorry.....?" "It's either Ecem, Sergeant, or Flayer, take your pick. Get your kit. You handy with a DMR?" "Qualified as an expert in longrange combat sir." Ecem sighed. "Stupid rooks..." He said under his breath. "We got another op from the CEO himself. Conterintel op." "You've gotta be kidding! We just got back!" Koth said angerily. "All the other spec-ops teams are either too beat up to function or on assignment. We're all that's left that are trained for this." "Still a load of bullshit..."

After FIscher gathered his rifle, armor, and needed supplies, the group assembled by a smaller portal intended just for infantry traffic. It was big enough for three men walking abreast to walk through, but few ever did that. It was a good way to end up fused to your squadmates or to come out one side missing one or more needed locomotive limbs. "Stay under optics on the other side, understood?" Ecem said as he raked the charging lever on his railgun, a hissing ziiiit sort of sound indicating a slug had been moved into place and ready to be fired. "Keep weapons loaded, but only shoot if you don't have a choice. Fischer's the exception since he's using that relic." Ecem motioned to Fischer's 'lead spitter' rifle with a suppressor on the end. it wouldn't eliminate the sound completely but so long as there was someone talking or loud machinery nobody would notice it going off, unless they were especially paranoid. "Where the hell did he even get that relic? A museum?" Aret said. He'd used some old weapons, but never an old fashioned brass jacket using weapon. "I'm from Sewaturet, I used to be in the reserves and when you leave the military there they let you keep your weapons and other stuff." He replied. He must've only served an obligatory term of service. "Why'd you join Ballpoint Tech, if you don't mind me asking?" Bugi said. It was strange to her that a soldier could get out of the military without dying or being crippled first. "I wanna see the world, but there was no way I'd be able to do that in the SDA. Or with the salary I got from it. Since Stone INC doesn't have a very large merc contingent, Ballpoint was the next closest place that needed soldiers. And before you ask, they let me keep my gun since it take more time to teach me how to operate one of those fancy mag-cel guns." Ecem whacked Fischer in the head. "Unneeded info rook. Alright. Koth, Aret, You guys find a terminal and see if you can find any information concerning interactions with NPSC. I'll take Fischer and Bugi and sow a little havoc." "We're gonna off some of thier execs aren't we?" Bugi asked, a little smirk on her face. "Those bastards are gonna pay for killing Halion. What's that tell you?"
"That we're gonna have some good ol' fashioned fun."

Not much, but I wanted to update the timewar properly a bit. Bonus points if you know who the dead friend is. Hint: Hans cut the poor bastard open with his buzzhammer. Once more, pardon the bad grammar and such, and before you say "dialogue tags" Mr Frog, it's easy enough to follow who is saying what. Because I know how you tend to roll with my writings with that being the main issue you have with them.

[Hanslanda]

Ah, poor Halion. You had a date all set up and everything!

[Xahnel]

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my girlfriend just had a day named after her. She texted me after the town council meeting.

[Corai]

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my girlfriend just had a day named after her. She texted me after the town council meeting.

Wat.

[Splint]

I was about to spray for crickets cause it's been so quiet in here.

[Xahnel]

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my girlfriend just had a day named after her. She texted me after the town council meeting.

Wat.

Yeeeup.
I so proud of her. The mayor and the council had a ceremony, she got a plaque, and her name is on the calendar. Apparently, she did a good enough job representing the town at a golf tournament that she got a day.

[Hanslanda]

I don't even...