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[deadlycairn]

Oh, holding breath is fine too.

Your guideline for what is average for a Feral is to look at a crocodile, plus the ability to climb, run at high speeds and be reasonably agile.

[Ultimuh]

Heh, now that you mention it, yes that's good enough for me.
A scary sight to behold, an I would not want to meet the creature in person.

[deadlycairn]

Everyone is a scary sight to behold. You are a mass murdering death-lizard, Strife is a walking time bomb of Chaos, and Fortis can make you kill yourself.

Thats why I love this setting. EVERYONE is like this.

[Ultimuh]

I just added a tail, to amke him look more lizard-y.

And now that I think about it.. maybe I could make such a creature for DF?

[deadlycairn]

Hehe. They would rip dwarves to shreds.

Just one more person, I'll wait another day. If still nothing, I'll submit an NPC.

[Archangel]

I'll join. Can I make a character who doesn't come from this universe? I got the start of an Idea which I will PM to you if I may do that.

[Fortis]

This is gonna be interesting. Can't wait until it begins.

[deadlycairn]

Strife has already made a character that doesn't come from this universe. It must, however, adhere to or appear to adhere to one of the Castes, simply so you don't end up in a lab the rest of your life. Also, no advanced technology (ie. beyond simple mechanisms), unless you want to be lynched.

Also, you and Strife, please state how much of this world you know, for flavour reasons.

[Armok]

I might be in as a Therianthrope having warped itself into am abnomination, a bloated almost imobile biological facttory akkin in principle to a thermite queen, obssesed with self improvment and with a giant, superintelegent but fractured and insane, brain.

 dont expect me to be very active thou...

[Strife26]

Not a thing.

[deadlycairn]

Sorry Armok, you'll have to be reasonably active to participate.

Well I'ma get this going anyway. You have a choice - post turns in this thread or PM me. Either way is fine, as I'll collate the turn into a narrative and post it in the thread anyway. Archangel has 'til tomorrow to sign up, otherwise you get lumped with Jet, the NPC Warlock. Very soon I'll edit the first post with prologue and character list.

[Acanthus117]

Hey, do you think I can be put on the waiting list? I'm interested in this immensely.

[deadlycairn]

Go ahead and submit. 4 was my absolute minimum of characters, and thats all I've got so far, IF Archangel submits a character.

[deadlycairn]

PROLOGUE:

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He'd been waiting a long time. Trapped in this obscene prison for decades. How long ago had it been, when he'd been caught? When the humans had forced him to endure the pain of a thousand needles as they stitched his fletch together, and then bolted him into this coffin. They'd poisoned his blood, frozen his heart, numbed his brain, and only their damnable machines had kept him alive all these years.

Well now he was free. His physical body was contained still, but he roamed the lands through the eyes and ears of his vassals. The fools had found him, seeking power. Well, they'd got it all right, and more. They were his now, his little puppets to control. Just as it should be - he was above any mere human, after all.

He'd gone insane a while ago, he knew that. Some part of his brain had changed when they'd trapped him and left him to moulder. His sentience had slipped out, soaking into the walls, the wiring, the circuits and machinery of the facility built to be his tomb. He craved data, and so that was what he collected. Already he had a storehouse of information on the humans and their new 'Orders'. He had placated the Tech-heads and, through them, enslaved the Artificiers. But he could not break through the boundaries of Sanctuary, could not get past the mountain pass.

He needed more data. This week was a good week to get it. While they were all celebrating and showing off during the commemmoration of their 'great city', he would be observing. There would be a weakness, and he would find it, and exploit it. He would repay the humans for what they had done to him.

[Archangel]

Name: Cullos Varsen
Caste: Arcanist
Age: Early thirties
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 138 lb
Appearance: He has brown skin, light blue hair, emerald green eyes, and is mildly attractive. Has a runed, magical steel bracer on his right arm, the purpose of which is to keep the wearer calm and aid in combat against chaos. He is wearing well made black trousers, a grey shirt and soft brown leather boots. His sword's white blade is made from equal parts flame, dragon blood and willpower and it's hilt is made from wood wrapped in leather. He also has a kite shield which is strapped to his back when not in use.

Bio: A brave, superhumanly tough warrior and great healer, Cullos was a champion of order and highly regarded by fellow members of his faith. Until his killed the head of the church. He was banished from his world and has traveled the multiverse for several years, always obeying his religion's doctrines, always working towards redemption...

Also, he has no knowledge of this world.