Hey guys, Lizzie and Undine here. Sorry about not writing last month, but I was... Well, I'll be honest, having your identity put back together piece by piece can get a bit trying, especially when you have to keep up with ship duties. The Admiral really made me earn those last few bits of me. But I'm all back together now, remember who I am, who you guys are and why you're important to me. Especially you, Chris. That was a nice identifier to get back...
Oh oh oh. Enough about me, though. Good news, I'm back on the surface! Turns out that the old law down here about all seas being one holds damn true. Even better, we've got ourselves a nice little navy. Seems the Admiral isn't just the commander of one ship after all. There's a whole haunted fleet out here, just waiting to be put to action should any more threats come from the oceans. Or come to them. At any rate, I've got my own little ship and am looking forward to some shore leave if anyone's got an open port and wants to spend time with a girl who hasn't had anything to fuck in months. You know who you are.
Hugs and kisses,
Lizzie
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Rick's entry for November 2013
(( 4 pts, barely on time, plot, subplot, mentioned whoever is still posting. ))
Hello everyone.
I will be very quick, not much time to talk. After getting Chris' later message, we decided that we had done enough training. It's time to go back home and fight. We've done all we could here. Well, almost everyone will go. Amelia will stay here, hidden at an undisclosed location and with relative close access to the nearest hospital to give birth. I wish I could be there for that day, but duty calls. What matters is that they are safe, even if I was to perish (somehow, I still don't intent to enter combat directly, but you never know, even leaving our little heaven here is a death wish). All that's left is to pack our things and leave. America, here we come!
PS: Darrel, Space? Seriously?!?
Hello everyone.
I will be very quick, not much time to talk. After getting Chris' later message, we decided that we had done enough training. It's time to go back home and fight. We've done all we could here. Well, almost everyone will go. Amelia will stay here, hidden at an undisclosed location and with relative close access to the nearest hospital to give birth. I wish I could be there for that day, but duty calls. What matters is that they are safe, even if I was to perish (somehow, I still don't intent to enter combat directly, but you never know, even leaving our little heaven here is a death wish). All that's left is to pack our things and leave. America, here we come!
PS: Darrel, Space? Seriously?!?
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Christian's Entry for November 2013
((Hey everybody! It’s me, as it often
is! Just wanted to get a note out about December before I begin my
entry. I just wanted to say that for the last entry, there will be a
story rather than a post. It will be worth double the normal amount
for an entry, so 8. Like before, it will be graded differently. The
deadline is the 1st of the new year, so each of you will
be able to have two full months to write your entry. The rules are
these:
- At least 750 Words.
- Written in 3rd person, past tense.
- Describes events that actually occurred in the month of December
A story that conforms to these rules
and is posted by the first of January will be worth 8 exp. Late posts
will be worth 6, and be made any time before the conclusion to the rp
actually happens. Those who complete the story on time also receive
bonus points equal to 3/4ths of the points they have missed over the
course of the whole RP as bonus points. This means that yes, writing
two pages on MS word will get you close to the exp count of the other
players for the final sessions. This is intended to bring balance to
the game for those that have slacked off.
Oh, and the final confrontation will
take place in Jerusalem, so if you can find your own reasons to be
there by the end of your story that would be great.
Please take the time to write a story.
It will bring an awesome end to a really cool RP. IT’s the home
stretch, don’t give up yet!))
Not much time. Little to say. Things
are doing really good here in Jefferson City, which happens to be
where I am. Yeah, not all that big a place. Little corner of
Missouri, not much going on. But it’s /my/ little corner of
Missouri, where Outsiders trod not, neither do they torment. The
spell that I worked to protect the city is holding, though it has
become very different to keep maintained.
The problem is attacks from the inside.
There is an insidious cult gaining membership here in town, which
seems to be relying on the fear of the ever-encroaching outsiders to
manipulate the weakest and the impoverished to join. As of yet, I
have been unable to locate where the cult meets, though each time
they let an outsider loose in the city my spell grows weaker, and I
have to expend great energy to restore it to normal. I have managed
to learn very little about the cult, except that judging by the
disappearances there have been in the city, it only recruits young
women about 16-30. Plenty of those recruits show up dead in the river
a few days later, and the general mood of the city has suffered
tremendously as a result.
Can any of you sense what I sense?
Something is coming. The end, I think. Of all this. We’re out of
time. The Old ones are back. I hear disturbing rumors that Cuthulu
has returned to life. The stars have come right again, and he brings
others with him. If this is true, he has yet to reach the world at
large, and must travel one city at a time. Several large cities on
the west coast have gone dark. We get on reply over radio anymore,
and no more convoys. I worry about what may have happened. I can
fight outsiders. But not the Great Old Ones. I don’t know that any
of us can.
-Christian
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Rick's Entry for October 2013
(( 4 points. On time, subplot, plot, others. Awesome soup. ))
Last month has been a rather good one... kind of. Maybe I should have listened to you guys' advices... but nope, so I've learned through experience. We had quite... a few... problem cases, so to say. People who weren't quite made for being ferals and have caused some harm around them. We were forced to let them go, somewhere where they won't hurt anyone. Or hurt less people, in any case. I've tightened the selection process to limit the incidence of such things in the future. I've got things under control, really!
I can't say the same about some of you guys. Lizzie, specifically. You died in the place where people die? That's like, exploding twice! I didn't think it was possible. Ok, you probably don't know who I am. I'm your boyfriend, yup! Ok, not really, but I used to be! But then we both became monster weirdos and things got a little messy. Good times. I've heard you're got an eye on Chris these days. Or used to. You better remember and get together with him, otherwise you will ruin my shipping list! I mean... you didn't see that. I don't have no silly shipping list.
Get better. Yeah. Oh, and hi Undine!
Oooook, other people, looks like you did more 'normal' things. Fighting lizards, making spells, saving the world, the regular, ya know? Chris, if you're getting closer to the answer, that means we're close to putting all of this behind us, right? I've got some video games I want to play and can't really do that while monitoring a large group of ferals. I wonder if being a feral makes me better or worse at them. I feel like I tested that before, but I can't remember... it's been almost two years now, feels like an entire lifetime... or two.
In a slightly less important news, but on a more personal note, Amelia is 7 months pregnant now, and she can't really do as much around here as before.So, I've been planning to step down from combat operation and day-to-day training starting this month and focus on spending time with her, unless absolutely I'm absolutely needed in a non-administrative role. The decision comes at a time where all of our current operations have stabilized and much of everything is basically just training, growing as a group and waiting for a call for action. I've chosen a few trusted ferals to act as commanders in my steed for when combat is needed.
PS: To be honest, I'm much better at planning and thinking than fighting anyway. And I'm totally not a coward!
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Christian's Entry for October 2013
I have it. A spell. It might not be much, but it's something. Too tired to write long, but I want to write.
All Hallows Eve is a very important day for the creatures of earth, the ones that aren't human. Very difficult here leading up to it. More and more Ousiders. People have started turning a blind eye. Monster, don't look at it. Just keep going. They kill the ones who notice them. Well not in my town!
Rare, true. But when they come, they come with so much power there's little we could do. Until now. Hallows Eve, lots of death here. Lots of monsters. There was nothing for it but to try. Thought I might die fighting. So many. Then I did it. The Master's magic, and mine. Together, it made a spell. A rote; the first I've ever invented. It's a grounding rod of sorts. Strengthens the fabric of local reality, and thus banishes anything from outside. At least... I think it does. Not sure how well it would work against the really big, god-like ones. Probably not at all. But their foot-soldiers just got much easier.
Only downside is the energy cost. It's /technically/ beyond the perview of the Master level, and as such requires unique quintesense each time, much rarer than manna. But it also can apply on a much wider scale. My city doesn't have anymore outsiders. None. It's amazing how much nicer people are now.
Rick, I echo Darrel's words. Be careful what a change like that can do to the mind. I've been an animal several times now and each time was more difficult than the time before. Making a batch of insane ferals won't help with anything.
Darrel, I don't even know how to process what you're telling us. It's hard to imagine that you're up on the moon when I look at it. There are werewolves on the moon. That's the silliest thing that has ever happeed in the history of ever.
Finally some freakin' good news.
Lizzie! Oh thank God you're still alive! Lizzie... this is Christian! I can't tell how much you've lost, but... we were close. Best friends, even! More. Even that ghost of yours eventually accepted me... though that was probably just because I stopped being so old-fashioned. Whatever... don't die again! I'm not sure what's happened to you, but don't die again! We've talked about this before; you helped me understand. The more times you die, the more your ghost takes over. It sounds like you died again... If you die much more, she'll be able to take you whenever she wants. I don't want that, Lizzie. I don't want to lose you.
There is magic that can help. When this is all over, my Master can help you. Or even better, we can help you by helping your ghost. What you've done for so many others, you can do for her. Just don't die anymore. I don't know about any underground oceans... but I'm amazed that thing is getting a message through from the underworld as it is, so I suppose I'm in no place to judge. For all I know, it could be dilating time somehow...
Please, don't die. I don't know how I would face reality without you. I wonder if Undine remembers more of who you are than you do. She might be able to help.
-Christian
All Hallows Eve is a very important day for the creatures of earth, the ones that aren't human. Very difficult here leading up to it. More and more Ousiders. People have started turning a blind eye. Monster, don't look at it. Just keep going. They kill the ones who notice them. Well not in my town!
Rare, true. But when they come, they come with so much power there's little we could do. Until now. Hallows Eve, lots of death here. Lots of monsters. There was nothing for it but to try. Thought I might die fighting. So many. Then I did it. The Master's magic, and mine. Together, it made a spell. A rote; the first I've ever invented. It's a grounding rod of sorts. Strengthens the fabric of local reality, and thus banishes anything from outside. At least... I think it does. Not sure how well it would work against the really big, god-like ones. Probably not at all. But their foot-soldiers just got much easier.
Only downside is the energy cost. It's /technically/ beyond the perview of the Master level, and as such requires unique quintesense each time, much rarer than manna. But it also can apply on a much wider scale. My city doesn't have anymore outsiders. None. It's amazing how much nicer people are now.
Rick, I echo Darrel's words. Be careful what a change like that can do to the mind. I've been an animal several times now and each time was more difficult than the time before. Making a batch of insane ferals won't help with anything.
Darrel, I don't even know how to process what you're telling us. It's hard to imagine that you're up on the moon when I look at it. There are werewolves on the moon. That's the silliest thing that has ever happeed in the history of ever.
Finally some freakin' good news.
Lizzie! Oh thank God you're still alive! Lizzie... this is Christian! I can't tell how much you've lost, but... we were close. Best friends, even! More. Even that ghost of yours eventually accepted me... though that was probably just because I stopped being so old-fashioned. Whatever... don't die again! I'm not sure what's happened to you, but don't die again! We've talked about this before; you helped me understand. The more times you die, the more your ghost takes over. It sounds like you died again... If you die much more, she'll be able to take you whenever she wants. I don't want that, Lizzie. I don't want to lose you.
There is magic that can help. When this is all over, my Master can help you. Or even better, we can help you by helping your ghost. What you've done for so many others, you can do for her. Just don't die anymore. I don't know about any underground oceans... but I'm amazed that thing is getting a message through from the underworld as it is, so I suppose I'm in no place to judge. For all I know, it could be dilating time somehow...
Please, don't die. I don't know how I would face reality without you. I wonder if Undine remembers more of who you are than you do. She might be able to help.
-Christian
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
My entry thing for September. Er... I'm Lizzie... Lizzie's entry... Oh, and 2013, I think. Yeah. September 2013. Lizzie's Entry for September 2013. How do I get rid of what I wrote before? Ah, fuck it.
Hello? Is this thing working? Okay, if you can hear me, I've read some of your past messages. I can't say I fully understand, neither of us do, but... Okay, let me start from the beginning. My name's Lizzie, and Undine... Or, the other me is named Undine. Anyways, I'm the Speaker for the Dead. I'm the representative of the Underworld against the outsiders. Based on what I've read, you all seem to have similar roles for other things, but I haven't gone back that far. The Admiral only just fished this weird device out of the Sea earlier.
Oh, I should explain who that is! See, I'm a crew-member on his ship. I have been for... a few months now. He rescued me from almost drowning. I don't remember a lot of what happened... When I woke up, all I really knew was that I was that Speaker for the Dead I mentioned. But he's been helping me remember who I am in exchange for working on his ship. I don't really mind, especially since he said he would help me against the old ones when the time came. I don't know how he intends to get this ship to the surface, though.
I'm sorry! I'm rambling, aren't I. I know humans tend to ignore ghosts, but I hope you won't do that to me just because I'm talking too much. But... When the Admiral showed me this thing, I just knew it was mine somehow, even though I don't know any of you. Maybe it's part of my destiny? But... since we all seemed to be fighting the same fight, I thought I'd send you all a message. Oh! And, I should let you know that things aren't right down here. Admiral says that something's happened to the Leviathan. That's the protector of the sea here. He thinks something got it from below. If something could take out a creature that powerful... what's down there?
Again, sorry if I wasn't supposed to use this thing. But I feel like I needed to. I don't know why... Maybe something in these archives will help me. I'll be reading those whenever I get a spare moment, which isn't often with the Admiral. I'm honestly surprised he's let me go this long. I should probably go before he changes his mind about giving this to me. Bye! Oh, Undine says bye, too!
Oh, I should explain who that is! See, I'm a crew-member on his ship. I have been for... a few months now. He rescued me from almost drowning. I don't remember a lot of what happened... When I woke up, all I really knew was that I was that Speaker for the Dead I mentioned. But he's been helping me remember who I am in exchange for working on his ship. I don't really mind, especially since he said he would help me against the old ones when the time came. I don't know how he intends to get this ship to the surface, though.
I'm sorry! I'm rambling, aren't I. I know humans tend to ignore ghosts, but I hope you won't do that to me just because I'm talking too much. But... When the Admiral showed me this thing, I just knew it was mine somehow, even though I don't know any of you. Maybe it's part of my destiny? But... since we all seemed to be fighting the same fight, I thought I'd send you all a message. Oh! And, I should let you know that things aren't right down here. Admiral says that something's happened to the Leviathan. That's the protector of the sea here. He thinks something got it from below. If something could take out a creature that powerful... what's down there?
Again, sorry if I wasn't supposed to use this thing. But I feel like I needed to. I don't know why... Maybe something in these archives will help me. I'll be reading those whenever I get a spare moment, which isn't often with the Admiral. I'm honestly surprised he's let me go this long. I should probably go before he changes his mind about giving this to me. Bye! Oh, Undine says bye, too!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
Rick's Entry for September 2013
(( On time, plot, subplot, mentioning others (kinda). ))
Hello everyone!
I should probably have listened to you guy's warnings about Gaia. In hindsight, asking for the help of an omnipotent spirit wasn't all that smart of an idea. On the other paw... it worked!
...kinda. Well, at least, it worked better than Darrel and his lizards. Things. Whatever. Finding her was hell in the first place, and it was more like, she found us. We were minding our own business, taking a break from looking for her because, you know, the night is for sleeping, not hunting spirits, and then BAM! A wild Gaia appears!
She wasn't at all like I expected her to be. Maybe I watched too many horror movies, but I was thinking more like, you know, see-through human like figure. With flowers and stuff. Nope. She was more like an animal, with all sort of parts from various things, like... a chimera? Yup, a chimera with a face. With 3 eyes. Or maybe it was two. I'm tired, leave me alone!
I wish she hadn't gone on a very boring lecture about animal spirit blablabla something something. It would have saved me a few hours and a few headaches. Nonetheless, she agreed to help, if only because the world was kind of screwed without people alive on it. I suppose it would have left a lot of ghosts for an equally dead Lizzie to clean up after, but that wasn't the point here. Or maybe it was. I wanna sleep.
Oh screw this.... zzzzzzz...
Amelia here.
Ricky fell asleep while working on this. Poor thing. I told him to take a break, but he never listens. We found Gaia, and she accepted to provide us with the power to create many ferals as an emergency measure. It wasn't without a few strings attached, but we will sort out the details later. For now, we will try to find as many 'compatible' humans as we can. I understand the risks involved in this, mostly regarding the loss of humanity after the transformation. I'm not sure Ricky does. At times, it feels like it's all a game to him. Maybe it's his way of coping with the burden. I know I would give a lot to just be able to forget it myself and take care of my baby better. I'm afraid I could lose it...
PS: I don't pretend to completely understand what you guys are doing out there, but good luck and stay safe. I think Ricky would have said that.
Hello everyone!
I should probably have listened to you guy's warnings about Gaia. In hindsight, asking for the help of an omnipotent spirit wasn't all that smart of an idea. On the other paw... it worked!
...kinda. Well, at least, it worked better than Darrel and his lizards. Things. Whatever. Finding her was hell in the first place, and it was more like, she found us. We were minding our own business, taking a break from looking for her because, you know, the night is for sleeping, not hunting spirits, and then BAM! A wild Gaia appears!
She wasn't at all like I expected her to be. Maybe I watched too many horror movies, but I was thinking more like, you know, see-through human like figure. With flowers and stuff. Nope. She was more like an animal, with all sort of parts from various things, like... a chimera? Yup, a chimera with a face. With 3 eyes. Or maybe it was two. I'm tired, leave me alone!
I wish she hadn't gone on a very boring lecture about animal spirit blablabla something something. It would have saved me a few hours and a few headaches. Nonetheless, she agreed to help, if only because the world was kind of screwed without people alive on it. I suppose it would have left a lot of ghosts for an equally dead Lizzie to clean up after, but that wasn't the point here. Or maybe it was. I wanna sleep.
Oh screw this.... zzzzzzz...
Amelia here.
Ricky fell asleep while working on this. Poor thing. I told him to take a break, but he never listens. We found Gaia, and she accepted to provide us with the power to create many ferals as an emergency measure. It wasn't without a few strings attached, but we will sort out the details later. For now, we will try to find as many 'compatible' humans as we can. I understand the risks involved in this, mostly regarding the loss of humanity after the transformation. I'm not sure Ricky does. At times, it feels like it's all a game to him. Maybe it's his way of coping with the burden. I know I would give a lot to just be able to forget it myself and take care of my baby better. I'm afraid I could lose it...
PS: I don't pretend to completely understand what you guys are doing out there, but good luck and stay safe. I think Ricky would have said that.
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