Topic: Our Salvation: It Is Written (Read 262221 times)

DoctorMcTaalik · « **Reply #2355 on:** October 02, 2017, 11:15:11 pm »

"What kinds of, er, wishes , for lack of a better word, has the entity fulfilled in the past? If you don't mind me asking."

Xantalos · « **Reply #2356 on:** October 02, 2017, 11:25:22 pm »

"Gave me superhuman strength, it can tell you the location of pretty much anything or the ideal way to get something, gifting various abilities of varying types to people - you'll encounter at some point people with magical words, which are basically words that when said exert their meaning on the surroundings - fire as a Word would manifest fire in the world depending on the context you use it in. That seems to be the most common sort of magical phenomena around, but there are plenty others, and plenty of ways to gain them - especially for us, since our forms are specially tuned to pick up reality-altering abilities."

Daniels dances around his murder-thought a little to demonstrate. "This didn't come from the well, though. Got it another way."

penguinofhonor · « **Reply #2357 on:** October 03, 2017, 06:11:08 am »

Well this won't work at all.

I follow the sounds of partying to find somewhere else to stay. Preferably somewhere we can have a few drinks and with the celebrating stoats before going to bed. Gotta drink to my accomplishments, I guess, and it has been a little while since I've cut loose.

AoshimaMichio · « **Reply #2358 on:** October 03, 2017, 09:53:20 am »

((Did Toaster find remains of my body or what?))

DoctorMcTaalik · « **Reply #2359 on:** October 03, 2017, 02:38:58 pm »

((I did a quick search on the forums, just to get enough info on Xan's murder-thought to realistically react to it, and from what I've gathered his is some kind of indescribable thing that would freak the hell out of someone still operating under Earth logic, right?))

Attempting to maintain his composure (not to mention his lunch), Rindle weakly replies, "Well... that, uh, that certainly is, uh, neat. Isn't that nifty. Good to meet you, Mr. Daniels."

Edit: Having concluded his distressing, but enlightening conversation with Daniels, Rindle finds himself a nice corner that break down in for a bit.

Xantalos · « **Reply #2360 on:** October 03, 2017, 04:15:39 pm »

Daniels sighs. "It's freaky, I know. It's not going to hurt you ah dammit I should've kept that oblique until later on."

((It seems so, yeah. It's like having a knife, only there's no handle and every edge of it is crystallized pain and malevolence.))

DoctorMcTaalik · « **Reply #2361 on:** October 04, 2017, 12:40:19 am »

"No, its fine really, it's just... eurrgh. That's a lie. None of this is is fine." Rindle snaps. "I've been kidnapped, probably drugged, or manifested, or whatever you want to call it, by either a mad alchemist and company- one of whom she claims I grew from like a fly from Aristotle's leftovers- or some kind of shadowy genie thing, depending primarily on which is more broken, my mind or my worldview. I'm on a boat. I've never been on a boat before. I don't know where we're sailing, he'll I don't know where or what he left from. I don't know what I am. And now you start waving around that... thing, to top it all off."

Xantalos · « **Reply #2362 on:** October 04, 2017, 12:55:06 am »

"Look, I'm not gonna rob you of your time to have an existential crisis. The others had one, I've had three or so by now, it's a necessary step for your mind to process the shock of suddenly being in ... here. You can ignore my murder-thought, it won't touch you. Just take a bit of time to process all this, and come see me when you're ready to talk about it some more. Sound good?"

DoctorMcTaalik · « **Reply #2363 on:** October 04, 2017, 01:11:24 am »

"Sounds... like the best I'm gonna get. Thank you:"

Xantalos · « **Reply #2364 on:** October 04, 2017, 01:28:52 am »

"No worries. It's an odd boat we're stuck in - I'm talking metaphorically here - so I can't really blame you for being weirded out by the whole scenario."

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #2365 on:** October 04, 2017, 11:02:38 am »

Quote from: Toaster on September 29, 2017, 12:54:16 pm

"Okay... once more and you should be good."

Talking to rats barely registered on Thomas's absurdity index at this point.

Finish the job.

[The Node: 5]

With the slightest of tugs you give the tail node the final bit of force required to completely destabilize it. Your reward is, unsurprisingly, more rat tails - a multitude of them exploding over you like twitching, hairy spaghetti before sliding to the floor, some seemingly serving as ends to the three rats' tails, but most of them apparently wholly autonomous as they drag themselves every which way like slightly fuzzy earthworms.

The rats appear satisfied at this conclusion after a fashion, and seemingly let the sudden wealth of spare tails be as they make their hurried escapes. They're altogether much more interested in a hushed discussion that you are sadly not privy to as they huddle up and squeak at each other in conspiratorial tones, looking your way every now and then. A minute passes as you continue to stare bewildered at the escaping tails.

They seem to come to a conclusion of sorts, and crawl up your body to sit on your shoulders, their seven foot tails winding around your torso several times as they look at their surroundings. They appear to be watching out for something quite specific, but choose to remain silent on what that might be.

Quote from: Xantalos on September 29, 2017, 06:09:51 pm

After concluding his conversation of uncertain length with his fellow wellspawn, Daniels turns to Peaks and Shores. "So, first things first. Two Shores, are you okay? You seem ... out of sorts, if you don't mind me saying so."

Show concern for the wellbeing of another person - a novel thing for Daniels so far.

[The Final Approach: 4]

She is fine and very much enjoying the change in climate that the westward travel brings, Shores explains. This evening the Vault of Heavens will reach the Sky Rig, and hopefully within the week the return home will be concluded, which should all prove to be a simple enough process after business with the customs authority is concluded.

Customs do tend to be simultaneously troubling and soul-numbingly boring affairs, Peaks says in a mildly serious way, tapping her nose knowingly.

But also unfortunately time-consuming, Shores adds mechanically. The captain has mentioned to her that some discrepancies will need to be addressed and the books brought back to order in the next 24 hours, which will unfortunately mean she is unable to train you today.

Funny how key parts of some documentation turn out to be missing in the eleventh hour and then need to be painstakingly rewritten, Peaks says and rolls her eyes.

Shores does raise an eyebrow, but hesitates to say more than that the captain seems to have misplaced a particular report, yes. Things have a way of happening at the worst possible times, she is sure you will agree. Perhaps you will be able to finish up at the Sky Rig, she says in the kind of hopeful tone that makes it clear enough that there is likely no chance of this ever happening.

Quote from: TopHat on October 02, 2017, 05:23:22 pm

"... A kind offer. I'm not sure it's right to leave everyone else like this though, when I could literally fix them with a glance."

Express moral issues with the recommended course of action.

[Here In The Museum: 4]

Cindy looks at the other girls irritably. Have to say, that wasn't the part of the plan she thought you'd object against - fair cop, she says, suppose it is a bit inhumane to just leave them like that. Most of them, anyway. Don't revive that one over there, Cindy points out a smaller, younger-looking girl in especially revealing dress off in the corner whose brow slowly furrows in shocked incredulity over the following minute or so, she's an incorrigible snitch and you can tell the dang madame that she said so, too. The rest are mostly all right, although she stands by her previous criticism of their particular hygiene and distressing habits.

She takes one more look around the whole room. Go ahead and revive the rest, she says, and she'll go and rob the place blind in the meantime, and then you'll all be collectively out before the owner can say "workers' rights", not that the stingy bitch ever would.

Quote from: penguinofhonor on October 03, 2017, 06:11:08 am

Well this won't work at all.

I follow the sounds of partying to find somewhere else to stay. Preferably somewhere we can have a few drinks and with the celebrating stoats before going to bed. Gotta drink to my accomplishments, I guess, and it has been a little while since I've cut loose.

[Find The Rhythm: 3]

There are colors on the streets of Speaker's Bridge as the stoatfolk have headed out to celebrate with heavy amounts of drink, dance and stoat music. A lot of stoat music, which appears to involve a lot of washboards, jugs, pots, empty boxes and actually quite impeccable singing. You look for another inn to stay at in the rising bustle after finding several that appear so packed that you can't even elbow your way in for all the stoats that have gone inside, crawling over one another in places as required. Eventually as you veer toward the edges of town you find a very nice-looking townhouse - unlike most of its neighbors it looks to have remained quite well-kept, and outside it there is a sign indicating that it may well be some kind of bed & breakfast.

The sign proves to be helpful indeed, as you would never have been able to tell from the proprietor, a deeply surly-looking woman in her mid-nineties at the very least, ancient by any sensible measure and, from the looks of it, living completely alone in this dusty house apart from her full rainbow of two dozen cats, each of them harboring its own particular brand of suspicion for you, the doctor or Oggie.

Three rules, the lady tells you. First off, pay up in advance, two gold pieces for a room. Secondly, don't make any bloody noise in the night or you'll be out on your ear within the hour. And thirdly, don't go poking around the basement.

Quote from: DoctorMcTaalik on October 03, 2017, 02:38:58 pm

((I did a quick search on the forums, just to get enough info on Xan's murder-thought to realistically react to it, and from what I've gathered his is some kind of indescribable thing that would freak the hell out of someone still operating under Earth logic, right?))

Attempting to maintain his composure (not to mention his lunch), Rindle weakly replies, "Well... that, uh, that certainly is, uh, neat. Isn't that nifty. Good to meet you, Mr. Daniels."

Edit: Having concluded his distressing, but enlightening conversation with Daniels, Rindle finds himself a nice corner that break down in for a bit.

You definitely get a very good look at the murder-thought as you go. There's not a lot to see apart from how it scratches along the deck, leaving shining marks in the bronze plating. Much of it is instead very keenly felt, a dimensionless and unimaginably dangerous sharpness in the air that makes you feel as if you were gently hugging a razor-sharp sword, and really makes you appreciate the charm of being literally anywhere else.

Leaving the three others behind you look around the deck and find a severe paucity of likely corners, and thus are left with no choice but to push past the throng of sailing folk into the lower decks, which seem altogether less occupied. You sit down between a barrel of apples (wax, you discover) and a thing covered very securely with a tarp, and have a moment to yourself to panic. It's good to leave some space in your day for a mental breakdown, you think as the terrible despair of everything you have ever known in your life - friends, family, accomplishments, all the little things you'd collected over the years and the little bits of human kindness and warmth you've ever experienced - all of this gone, possibly forever.

[Needing Space: 6]

You become aware of a shadow looming over you. When you look up you notice, among other things, slavering fangs, jointed wings, horrid empty compound eyes that stare out emotionlessly, the gentle smoking of the bronze floor as its segmented chitinous frame exudes protective toxins and caustics. It'd be massive if fully unfolded, you suppose, but appears to be able to squeeze down to as little as seven feet tall as it taps your shoulder with a claw that stops just short of drawing blood under your robe. Broadly speaking, it looks like it's come into town to shop for live human hosts to lay its eggs into.

There there, it clicks as its antennae wiggle rhythmically, the claw tapping sharply on your collarbone. There there.

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Xantalos · « **Reply #2366 on:** October 04, 2017, 04:11:43 pm »

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she says in the kind of hopeful tone that makes it clear enough that there is likely no chance of this ever happening.

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((I'll make an actual post later on today, I just wanted to note that this particular bit really got me because I've heard that exact tone far too many times in my own life, and I didn't forsee it popping up in a forum game of all things. Well done, HB, stuff like this is why I enjoy your writing so much.))

Toaster · « **Reply #2367 on:** October 04, 2017, 04:30:32 pm »

((A Terry Pratchett reference? In my Our Salvation? It's more likely than you think.))

Well. That's a thing.

Ask the sword his opinion on the matter. Also ask if he knows a way out.

DoctorMcTaalik · « **Reply #2368 on:** October 04, 2017, 04:42:11 pm »

"Oh, uh, hey there. I'm assuming- I'm not asking, just to be clear. Just letting you know, that I know, that you know, I mean, that you must be the question guy." Rindle slightly stammers, trying his best to maintain an even, unquestioning tone. "It's, uh, nice to meet you... whatever your name is, not that I'm asking, and I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on what with me being kidnapped and you, uh, doing the kidnapping. Thing is, I'm a little busy right now. So if you could give me a few moments, I'm sure I'll have plenty of questions for you soon."

In the nicest, least inquisitive tone I can muster, ~~ask~~ tell the demon thing to kindly fuck off.

Harry Baldman · « **Reply #2369 on:** October 07, 2017, 10:38:11 am »

Quote from: Toaster on October 04, 2017, 04:30:32 pm

((A Terry Pratchett reference? In my Our Salvation? It's more likely than you think.))

Well. That's a thing.

Ask the sword his opinion on the matter. Also ask if he knows a way out.

[By My Blade: 4]

One must sadly admit that the rats are familiar material and thus of little interest. The point of failure on the tails was mildly concerning, but appears to have been solved well enough by your manipulations. Other than that the rats are only a minor concern.

As for a way out, one has to say that the sentient stone of this place seems somewhat unusual. If you were to permit one to take a generous sampling, one could very easily provide a way out for you in the process, although one would surmise that the city would take some umbrage with the idea of being sampled in the quantities likely required. All that one needs is for you to stab a wall, floor or ceiling and one will be able to do the rest.

Quote from: DoctorMcTaalik on October 04, 2017, 04:42:11 pm

"Oh, uh, hey there. I'm assuming- I'm not asking, just to be clear. Just letting you know, that I know, that you know, I mean, that you must be the question guy." Rindle slightly stammers, trying his best to maintain an even, unquestioning tone. "It's, uh, nice to meet you... whatever your name is, not that I'm asking, and I'm sure we have a lot to catch up on what with me being kidnapped and you, uh, doing the kidnapping. Thing is, I'm a little busy right now. So if you could give me a few moments, I'm sure I'll have plenty of questions for you soon."

In the nicest, least inquisitive tone I can muster, ~~ask~~ tell the demon thing to kindly fuck off.

The towering insect beast straightens out and withdraws its sharp claws thoughtfully at your rebuke. It considers what you were saying for the few moments it has decided to give you.

Did you want to know his name or not, he clicks at you again. He is informed that you are distraught and that moral support through physical contact is what he is supposed to do in these cases. He is also able to provide you with 'pick-me-up-juice' and 'scream-juice' if needed. He is well-trained in conducting himself around humans. He enjoys being helpful. If you have any questions, he understands that he should do his best to answer them.

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