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We can use the current one. I like the big trees and slightly smarter dorfs.

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[Talvieno]

Talvieno, you could do let's plays on youtube. You've got what's called a "Cozy Voice For Catastrophes".

This is the first time I've heard this. lol   I think I could only do let's plays on YouTube if I managed to remain severely nervous the whole time I was recording. I'd probably do a DF LP... but at the moment I don't have any way to install recording software, or the time to do an LP, so that'll have to wait.

Mr Frog: I think it's safe to say your voice is much, much lower than mine normally is. You don't sound like a "nerd" at all. It does sound a little like you're subconsciously forcing it down a bit. Not much, though. It was more noticeable in the first recording.

Xahnel: I laughed. You're pretty good with the different voices, and with switching between them rapidly... Your regular voice came as a bit of a surprise to me, though, somehow. I'm not sure why. A good surprise, though. (I've never heard of Yu-gi-oh Abridged, and the only character I remember from Yu-gi-oh is... well, Yu-go-oh. )
    If I could get over my nervousness, I could do a lot of the LOTR characters (I read the whole book aloud once to my brothers, with voices. Plenty of practice there).

It's awesome that so many of you guys have good voices. Now... How many of you can sing?



Splint: Awesome pic of Talvi. Not quite how I imagined her, largely because I've always described her as fat. lol   Looks like she had a major workout. Still, you got the expression just about perfect, I think... A happy, carefree smile. Totally lost in her fantasy world. Oh, and the cavies' eyes remind me of Green Patches.

I imagined Reudh with a paler face, but everything else is spot-on. Love the moustache especially. I hadn't thought of it, but I think he looks better with it (just my opinion). The addition of the torch, candle, books everywhere... brilliant. Curious, though - why does it look like his beard might be on fire? lol

[Splint]

Well she spends her time chopping trees, helping installing mechanisms, or hammering out armor, so I figure she's had enough exercise to work off some wieght, between the long marches around the fort and all the physical labor.

To follow, BT Contractor w/ a nice verson of the Security Division logo, and a Sewaturet Regular with the SRA emblem. The latter is finished, the former just needs to emblem colored.

[Reudh]

WELL.

Lost internet for a week roughly. Felt like an eternity. Had to read through 7 pages on a 4kbps connection. NAAASTY... but it should be better now.
Alrighty now, down to business.

Splint, I love the drawing of Reudh! It's more or less how I pictured him in my mind while writing him!
Also, you guys can sign me up for the VA thread. While I don't have practice with voice acting, I did five years of theatre acting and I can speak quite clearly to boot. I'm confident enough not to stutter too (THAT IS NOT AN ATTACK ON ANY OF YOU, I understand you guys were nervous. In fact, out of the ones I heard none of you stutter.)
Additionally, I've experience in writing scripts. One of my plays 'Media Madness' and a skit I wrote for it "The Adventures of the Magical Pixie Horse" and "The Biggest Bondi Masterdance Idol" was performed to raucous applause to a rather small crowd.
I also did a course in writing which had two components of scriptwriting.

While my accent may be quite at odds with Froggy, Splint, Talvi and Xahnel's (I'm Australian, with a supposedly 'upper class' accent), i'd be happy to join. I've got Audacity as a recording program and a cheap gaming headset. I might record something when I get some time on my own. My voice is probably equally as deep as Mr Frog's, perhaps deeper. Hard to tell when it's my own voice I'm hearing. While I am very poor indeed at accents, I can convey emotion quite well. Part of my recording will be one of Lord Reudh's journals during the height of his obsession with Rose, and another part will be one of them after his drug-fuelled adoration has worn off.

Mr Frog, your voice is quite clear. Well modulated, too.
Splint, you did pretty darn well. You do sound like a 'college' guy (that is, probably about my age? 20?) but by no means is that a bad thing.
Talvi, your voice was a bit deeper than I expected >_>. But like the others, you were pretty clear. Some nervousness showed, but nothing more than a very very slight quaver. Nothing to worry about.
Xahnel, what I heard of yours before the connection crapped out, your voice is pretty good. Is that your real accent at the start?


Orright... Uh, where was I. Ok. Spearbreakers updates.
I should be able to finish my turn by the end of next week, as I have midsemester break and I've completed all but one of my assignments. It's late autumn, the dwarven caravan just arrived and I believe/hope a Spawn siege is imminent. Here's hoping Queen Sibrek and her entourage don't spawn in the middle of Spawn. Heehee.

Splint, you might be amused to know that I can assign Iki to a built cage, as if he were a tame animal rather than a fort member. Also, you've been stuck in Conduct Meeting with the Law-Giver for the last season; pausing only to get food and drink. Same thing had happened with the elf diplomat Iru Lalalavera at the start of my turn. Might have to kill them to get them gone, so that the dwarven outpost liaison can elevate you to Duke.

Regarding Spearbreakers, in addition to the updates would I be able to write a journal of Softa and Ashsaber? Rather than a journal, it would be a stream of consciousness, going with what has now become headcanon; that the dwarven mind remains locked into the spawn body. My thought that one of the two's dwarven mind has gone completely bonkers and is gibbering from the horrors, and the other is clinging to sanity by being very careful about what he thinks about and what he sees.

Tomio and Draconik, i'll load up your voices when I can.
And finally, before I go to finish my work, if/when Spearbreakers 2 comes around (hopefully with FS-1!) sign me up for a turn. This is one of the best community forts I've ever seen.

[Splint]

That last statement put a big damn smile on my face. And, now without further ado, the examplef of the soldiery.

Sewaturet Regular Army member. Motto: "No Price Too Great! No Distance Too Far!"



The offensive arm of Sewaturet, The Regular Army is rarely at home as the city is generally always at war. The gasmasks the soldiers wear into battle as a precaution have become synonymous with one of the worst weapons ever deployed in battle, and thier goggles with soldiers who show no mercy. Like the entire army of the city, all sapient races are welcome in its ranks if they think they can make through the brutal training regimen. Well disciplined, well trained, and well equipped, they are career soldiers to the end, and will gladly sacrifice themselves in defense of the city, it's people, and it's assets. The current head of the army when fighting abroad a Ngo Joinedspider, a goblin born in the city.

An example of a Contractor from the Ballpoint Technologies Security Corporation, the militant aspect of the company and it's chief income source. Motto: "Calamus Est Gladio," "The Pen Becomes the Sword"



Wether drawn from Farflung Sariphose, nearby Harlech, or from across time, Ballpoint Contractors are known the world over as tough, reliable soldiers. With the Moghopper and Octavia as transports and close fire support, very few can hope to match the Contractors in firepower, mobility, and many times even in numbers. Many a country owes it's existence to the intervention of these men and women. They make no objections based on race, and everyhting from Humans and Scythod down to the often belittled Equus and Kobold can be found among thier forces.

[Talvieno]

Just on for a sec, wanted to get this posted. Didn't expect to get ninja'd by Reudh and Splint (with pics!). lol  I'll respond with my thoughts as soon as I get back on. I'm just copy-pasting from a flash drive. (Welcome back, by the way, Reudh!)

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WHAT CAME BEFORE:
The journal ends here. Nothing else from the young writer graces its pages – not a story, not a sketch – and you can't help but wonder...
   
    Did she die?


    The question can only remain unanswered. You flip through the pages one last time, scanning them in vain for anything that might inform you of her fate, but finally lay her third journal atop the others resignedly. It seems fitting that they should rest here until the end of time, gathering dust – one of the last mysteries of Spearbreakers, that mighty fortress of old in which you stand.
    But you've found you've grown almost attached to the young girl. She'd written her hopes and dreams, her trials and fears in her three journals, so clearly that you almost feel as if you know her, and it's with a heavy heart that you turn towards the door and leave Mr Frog's ancient, dusty laboratory for the last time.

AND NOW, THE CONTINUATION
You exit the laboratory for the last time, solemnly closing the door behind you and locking it – but not without a tinge of regret. So many secrets remain uncovered... How was it that not only Spearbreakers, but the whole of dwarfkind accepted her, and collectively made her into a legend?
    Disappointed, you accept that you may never know the answers, and return to your camp in the old dining room. You pass dusty engravings on the wall, carved by Simon Tam and Talvi, dwarven characters of lore themselves, and dead for hundreds of years. Talvi's trademark cavy engravings seem to stand out as remnants of a bygone era, lending a fantastical feel to the already ancient fortress. You walk the halls of legends... yet will you ever know their true stories?


    Three days later, you're startled from your midday meal by an unusual event – the air before you shimmers and coalesces, and you get to your feet in surprise, your half-finished plate falling forgotten from your lap. The fork clatters loudly against the floor, a sound that seems distant in your ears as two figures emerge, suited all in white but for black accentuations. On their arms: the Parasol emblem. "Parasol..." you say in bewildered astonishment. "You're from Parasol!"

    The figures remove their helmets, revealing a blonde-haired man, and a dark-haired woman with silver-green eyes. Although she's beautiful, you're far too immersed on the moment to even think of romance, and she nods in response to your exclamation. "Yes, we're from Parasol."
    "But this is incredible!" you exclaim. "I'm Dr. Urist Jones, of –”
    "And I am Dr. Thian Russ. We know who you are, Dr. Jones," the man says with a respectful nod. "In fact, we've been watching you for some time. We think you may be able to assist us... if you'd be willing to oblige." He turns and proceeds towards the portal with his companion.
    You and hasten after them. You don't have the time to gather anything... but no matter. "Of course I'll come!" you say in excitement. "I thought Parasol had turned to dust years ago!"
    Dr. Russ looks at you solemnly over his shoulder as they disappear through the rippling anomaly, and says three words: "Parasol is forever."

    You step through after them, and nearly gasp at what you see. "My gods..." You stand in an underwater chamber, the ceiling at least a hundred feet above... For years afterwards you'll struggle in vain to describe it, for the beauty is otherworldly: a cathedral of giants, complete with glass walls and steel beams, towers, buildings, embattlements rising up all around you, continuing far into the distance, the water outside as crystal-clear as if it's naught but a glass of fresh water. Alien creatures, shimmering in iridescent beauty, sail gently by outside. Your eyes follow the steel beams towards the ceiling, and come upon the largest crystal chandelier you've ever seen – shaped as a giant umbrella. Directly beneath it, immaculately crafted into the tile floor, is the Parasol emblem: a red and white parasol... and the red isn't stone or paint, but magma flowing beneath glass. The entire place glows radiantly, but you cannot pinpoint the source of light: it seems to come from everywhere at once. "My gods..." you whisper again, awestruck.

    Behind you, you hear a buzz, and you turn in time to see the silvery, watery air inside a twenty-foot megaportal ripple into nothingness, leaving a giant oval of steel standing in silent solitude.
    Only one question remains in your mind. You spin to the two Parasol employees, who watch you with amusement. "Why do you want me"?
    "Come," they say, and you follow. You soon find yourself at a sort of minecart station... but instead of a minecart, they’re white and steel floating platforms. Your host and hostess lead you onto the nearest, placing their hands flat atop a soft black console and closing their eyes... Smoothly, without the slightest sensation of movement, the air around you shimmers, and the car moves forwards into a huge glass tube, the glass parted at intervals by rings of steel, with a single bar of light stretching along the bottom, far into the distance. Back at home, you have crude light bulbs, but this is beyond anything you've heard of. You can’t tell that the vehicle is on any tracks at all.
    You can only look in wonder around you at the ocean, which soon begins to fly by faster, and faster, until the steel rings are so much of a blur you can't even see them anymore. And yet, there's no wind – no sensation of movement, not even when you switch tracks or turn down a different path. You’d expect such majesty of Heaven, or Valhalla, or Olympus... But of a place crafted by dwarven hands?

    "Vanya herself rode this tunnel," Russ suddenly says in a soft voice, turning back towards you. His hands remain on the dark console.
    "Vanya went to Parasol?" you ask. "Then the stories are true."
    He nods slowly. "The stories are many things. My companion desired that we take you by this path so that you might travel the same that she did, her first time here."
    "She came here more than once?" You try to query further, but Russ turns away, and the question remains unanswered.

    You finally arrive at your destination and exit the vehicle. This area looks older, somehow, and the lights are dimmer. The walls are no longer glass, but steel and stone. The Parasol employees lead you down several stone hallways to a steel door, on which dwarven runes read: "Vanya Carena".
    "Did she live here?" you ask.
    The woman shakes her head, without giving you a glance. "No," she says quietly. "This is her tomb."

    The door opens, and you follow them inside. The chamber is simple – befitting of the elven girl, you feel. The ceiling is a standard 10 feet tall. Neither silver nor gold adorn the walls, only chests and cabinets, locked behind glass doors. At the same time... you somehow feel that this place is almost held in reverence by your hosts. You look at them in askance, but they only lead you further into the room, towards the end of the chamber. Before you is a casket, guarded by a Parasol soldier. The guard stands motionless as you approach and peer into the coffin... and you gasp. Beneath its glassy surface, you see the face of the young elven woman, perfectly preserved. Her hands, arranged carefully atop the gentle curve of her breast, clutch a single rose of platinum.
    "This is Vanya?" you ask them, and they nod. "She only looks asleep... but she's been dead for hundreds of years, hasn't she?"
    "For us, yes," Russ says, seeming uneasy. "But for my companion here..."
    "...she's hardly been gone a month," she finishes for him quietly.
    You glance at her quickly as you note a tremble in her voice. "Who are you?" you question her, puzzled. But she only shakes her head, and your question hangs awkwardly in the air, yet another unanswered mystery.
    Russ changes the subject. "Vanya’s body is kept in a preserved state through a time bubble. In this room, time passes normally. But in that casket... time doesn't pass at all."

    You look back from him towards Vanya's body, and note the red color of her lips, the telltale point of her elven ears, the waves of dark brown hair arranged about her shoulders. "How did she die?"
    You realize it was the wrong question to ask, as the woman suddenly turns and leaves the tomb in such a hurry that you feel you've upset her.
    The weight of a hand comes to rest upon your shoulder, and her companion speaks. "Come with me," he says in a firm, quiet tone.
    You nod, following him to the edge of the room, where sits a table. Upon it, there are several books, stacked atop each other. The man motions for you to sit, and you comply, noting as you do that etched upon the top book's cover is a golden pentagram – a five-pointed star. Vanya's five-pointed star. "This is hers?" you ask.
    He nods. "Yes, but we cannot translate it. Vanya's name isn't natural elvish, and neither is the written or spoken language she used. After the journals you already saw, she only used her elvish script, writing in her elvish language... an obscure tribal dialect, it was used by so few individuals that it was virtually unknown, even before she died."
    Carefully, reverently, you open the book at random. "It's a journal," you say. "I can read the script... What would you like me to do?"
    "Read it aloud," Russ suggests. "There's a recorder built into the table. Take your time, Dr. Urist Jones." With a respectful nod, he turns and leaves the tomb, possibly seeking his companion, leaving you alone but for the guard and Vanya’s quiet form.
    And so you begin.

[Mr Frog]

Mr Frog: I think it's safe to say your voice is much, much lower than mine normally is. You don't sound like a "nerd" at all. It does sound a little like you're subconsciously forcing it down a bit. Not much, though. It was more noticeable in the first recording.

This is gonna bug me all day... what gave the impression that I was forcing it down? You're actually probably right, though.

Now... How many of you can sing?

._.; Not me. Me attempting to sing is probably the most horrifying noise this side of a spoken-word performance of Vogon poetry.

Mr Frog, your voice is quite clear. Well modulated, too.

I honestly thought I was rubbish, but I guess it's nice that everyone at least says they like it :V

I wouldn't worry about having a different accent. I'm sure DF dwarves have regional accents just as IRL humans do. It'd be awesome to have anyone with actual formal performance training although there is the risk that you'll make the rest of us look like fools :p.

@Splint:

I honestly always pictured dorf!Talvi as a humanised (dwarvenised?) version of Applejack :V

[Xahnel]

I can sing, if i have the song i'm singing playing in my headphones.

[tomio175]

Tomio's journal 2:

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This is a journal of mediocre quality. Bloodstains are all over the pages. It doesn't appear a very well-crafted journal.
Greetings, new journal of mine!
I am Tomio, the Great Inventor!
Or, that's how I call myself.
Now, let me tell you about how some little ELVEN WHORE stole my first journal. I'll keep you with me to keep that from happening though. Anyway, I was coming back from my botanical experiments, or as they call it here, farming. To my surprise, somebody had broken into my room. Knocked her out with my hoe, and tied her up into the closet. Her beanie fell off, and to my even greater surprise, I saw elven ears. Yup, probably an elven spy. I have decided to follow her, because she will probably leave my room and go to her accomplice.
Some unintelligible scribbles later
Following the elf at the moment, will write more later...
The journal ends abruptly, with some more scribbles.

Tomio's journal part two, quoted, slightly unedited and only used once! Now for sale for only $0.00!

[Splint]

Ok, so I'm home now, and what did I miss?

[Reudh]

I can't sing to save my life. Before puberty I had a fine child's tenor, but then my voice broke. Now my vocal range is too low- if I try and go above a certain pitch it just doesn't do it.

[Splint]

According to Corai I can sing decently. I'm positive he's lying. I will admit if you asked me to sing the song "Unwell" I could probably do a reasonable job of it.

[Aseaheru]

now i have to look for a scanner. and hook it up. and find software for it. and weed out the images that violate Spearbreakers tec.

[Reudh]

I have recorded myself! Doin' one of the earlier updates. I understand that the microphone was too close to my face. It's an el cheapo anyway.
Part 1, in which Reudh goes on and on about Rose after presenting the rose quartz to her.

[Lord Inquisitor]

Seems too rushed.

Need to practice what you wish to say.

[Reudh]

Mmm, I'm aware. That was recording on the spur of the moment.

I was a little nervous, as everyone else was.