I'm going to be AFK most of the day due to a prescheduled Chinese Theater trip, so I thought I'd leave a Poll on the stove while I was away.
The subject, legendary creatures
My current concept for legendary creatures is things that touched a mythic core and were made the boss of the tiny dungeon shortly before the core was snapped up by treasure hunters, leaving them upgraded, but untethered.
So what kind of mutant creature would you guys like to see?
feel free to disc...
2019-04-28 17:40:13 +0000 UTC
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***Alicia***
Alicia was sitting in Maggies sitting room, where her aunt was enjoying some afternoon tea, sunlight streaming in through the large windows and landing on her shoulder.
Why didnt you warn me you were going to try to kill Edward? Alicia paused for a moment. Actually why do you want to kill him at all? I thought you wanted the secret of magic.
Maggie heaved a sigh, gazing out into the brilliant green garden. The detective was right. The boy ...
2019-04-28 11:02:52 +0000 UTC
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More treasure. Garth said when he got back to his Phylactery, three days later. It had been an exercise in mind-numbing boredom, but he had managed to steal back into the valley once the sun was up and harvest a bit more spider silk from Tulestas corpse.
Garth slipped the oversized, silk-stuffed backpack off his shoulder and set it down against the stone wall of his lair, enjoying the fresh air of the indoor jungle.
Lair. Never thought Id have a lair, Garth...
2019-04-27 05:25:14 +0000 UTC
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Alicias eyes fluttered open to explosions, and strange whooshing sounds. About four feet in front of her, one of her familys crown killer bolts was half buried in the dirt.
Why am I on the ground? Alicia pushed herself up, lightheaded from whatever was running through her system. Right next to her were Caitlyn and Tad, slumped over and quietly snoring.
The world around her was a mess. The desert shrubs were on fire all around them, filling the...
2019-04-25 22:45:01 +0000 UTC
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Nice shot! the golden monkey said, patting the larger one on the shoulder as they stood.
Shoulda aimed lower, The bigger one muttered, sliding backwards. Shooting downhill threw me off.
Good enough for me. Well deliver the second half of your fee to tomorrow morning, Mr. Ben. The two monkeys turned away and began creeping back down the side of the hill.
Ben grunted, using his spyglass to watch the collapsed figure. Whoever it was had gotten nailed ri...
2019-04-23 18:40:45 +0000 UTC
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Ben Tunken sat on the hillside overlooking the Wiretap nests. The Thrask watched the brilliant lights bloom in the distance with his spyglass, suppressing the urge to yawn. Another day, another boring assassination meant to look like an accident.
Ben hadnt always killed people for money, hed actually gone AWOL out on his second tour in the military when he saw how bad he had it, and paid some smugglers to bring him to the Outer Spheres.
Take a little military training a...
2019-04-22 02:55:34 +0000 UTC
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Garth turned the heavy metal pistol over in his hand. It looked a bit like a semi-automatic, with a bit of a blocky profile, not quite as slender and sleek as a modern gun had been.
So whats the propellant? he asked, glancing at Caitlyn.
An adamantium spring in the barrel.
Oh, its like an airsoft gun. That shoots steel balls. While Garth thought it was tacky to use ones knowledge to make guns in a fantasy world, it was totally legit for the nati...
2019-04-20 21:39:30 +0000 UTC
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They sat in a circle outside their tents, commiserating on The Plan.
Wiretaps are very dangerous during the day, so were going in at night. Unfortunately theyre only slightly less dangerous at night, so we need to be especially careful.
He handed out half-masks with tiny slits for the eyes.
How are we supposed to see in these? Garth asked, sliding it over his face.
The wiretaps web transmits light from along its entire surface area to a central s...
2019-04-19 23:18:27 +0000 UTC
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Garth hefted the football sized bag of heartstones hed saved as a backup for his next body, standing beneath the Garth-fruit. It always felt a little strange seeing his own body through the semi-transparent membrane, curled up like a fetus.
To the side was another set of clothes hed gotten ready for the next time he got ganked.
With the current political climate, Garth felt he might be needing the next body sooner rather than later. Maybe I can figure out a way to p...
2019-04-18 22:43:07 +0000 UTC
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https://discord.gg/rrKUDRC
Come on by if you wanna drop in on the occasional brainstorming that goes on there (Occasional spoilers)
2019-04-16 22:37:37 +0000 UTC
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How to use the Mythic Cores.
I'm a bit undecided, so it's a good opportunity for some mass brainstorming/voting.
They each have their strengths and weaknesses.
The summonable artifacts would be less strong, but able to teleport to him at will, so he'd never lose them.
The wand would be the strongest single-effect thing, allowing him to pull some mind-bending plant-based shit, but not able to benefit with non-plant spells.
Subdermal implants work the same as b...
2019-04-16 21:48:20 +0000 UTC
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Garth dragged himself into bed, groaning. As it turned out, Alicia didnt know the first thing about spellcraft, so a spell lesson had inevitably morphed into a magic lesson.
According to the terms of their agreement, all he had to do was throw his hands up in the air and call her a lost cause for not being able to understand a single spell, but Garth was a total pushover for a sassy lady with a nice round butt.
Hed spent the entire night trying to teach her how ...
2019-04-16 21:35:15 +0000 UTC
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Thank you, Mrs. Perez. Paul said shaking the womans hand before leaving. The flatcakes were incredible.
Thank you, Mr. Tucker. I hope I get to see John building a house in a month or so.
Paul said his goodbyes and left, retreating from the tiny apartment that smelled like good cooking, eerily reminding him of his own house.
That was the biggest load of bullshit Ive ever heard. Hiring kids from gangs? Ragnar said as Paul walked out the bottom of the...
2019-04-15 00:02:52 +0000 UTC
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The Problem: Garth was chained to a table and presumably about to be tortured, and somewhere in the building was a caster who was most likely better than him.
The chick was most likely closing on nine hundred years old, but even if she was only how old she looked, that meant she likely had sixty plus years of experience casting versus his two and a half.
Wish I could remember what I did while I was dead. The Memory attribute alone wasnt the key to unlocking soul-...
2019-04-13 21:55:54 +0000 UTC
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?Dont..stop, Beliieeeeving! Garth belted out the last song of the night while stunned onlookers gawked at him. Behind Garth, the Illusory band provided the music to the ancient song. As long as no groupies jumped on stage and tried to touch them, everything was cool.
In the corner of the little bar abutting the slums, Garth had reintroduced the concept of karaoke: It didnt go great.
Garth ducked out of the way of a wooden mug, his drunken reflexes still up ...
2019-04-12 22:05:26 +0000 UTC
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Arent those poisonous? Paul asked as Garth ate a purple heartstone with only a few minor blemishes, courtesy of Gloria Pendleton.
And?
Nevermind.
The two of them were seated in Garths Bergstrom Office, with a few adjustments of account for potential assassination attempts: A pair of large houseplants flanked Paul, ready to restrain him in an instant.
Paul was reliable, in the sense that he was good at getting work done and thinking on his ...
2019-04-11 20:52:36 +0000 UTC
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When Garth got back to the Bergstrom manor, he was exhausted, having done three trips back and forth between L.A. and S.D. All he wanted to do was collapse into bed and pass out, maybe bug Bel for a meeting with some of his afterlife buddies.
Whoever they are.
Garth knew he had some, just couldnt remember who they were.
Wait a minute, couldnt I just have Bel repeat after me? Memory is weird.
Garths limp arm settled on the doorkno...
2019-04-09 00:38:27 +0000 UTC
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Paul met Ragnar on the road to the west, atop Bruce, his brown stallion.
Youre not going to ride that thing all the way into the Green Hell, are you? Ragnar asked, loping alongside him, the Wildling occasionally dropping to all fours as if it were more comfortable.
Seems easy enough, Paul said, nodding at the road. The gate is straight ahead.
Ragnar laughed. The gate. We are not using the gate. The forest watches the gate closer than anywhere else. The...
2019-04-08 04:04:09 +0000 UTC
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I heard you the first time, Paul, Donald Lam said. And I told you that weve already got an expedition scheduled to check the Green Hell tomorrow.
Donald Lam, of the Lam family, one of many Lam sons to forfeit his right to succession and take a career in Law enforcement as a calculated move to expand the familys power, sat directly in front of Paul, waving dismissively.
He was Pauls boss.
The Garthspawn are there, right now, and we only have a couple ho...
2019-04-07 01:45:28 +0000 UTC
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When they finally let the students back into the walled city, Garth knew that his plan had worked.
It was total chaos.
Police and military had been deployed to search buildings from top to bottom. Richly dressed men and women of standing were crying on the side of the street, make-up running down their faces, while others had turned violent, screaming and shouting, breaking buildings with their bare hands. Those people had to be subdued by their family, since they were too ...
2019-04-05 23:38:46 +0000 UTC
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My name is Richard Lam.
Garth sat in a hastily constructed tent-office with rich red brocade walls across from a bruiser of an Asian man wearing a simple leather breastplate that exposed his leg-thick arms.
Do you know why youre in here? he asked, fingers laced.
Ah, the first question police ask to allow you to self-incriminate. It was nice to know that some things never really change.
I dont know if you knew, but I was living in th...
2019-04-04 21:07:10 +0000 UTC
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Alicias eyes widened and she cast a quick look around the charred woods.
No, I havent.
The sisters shared a quick look. Did you get the north already? Alicia asked.
Double check it for me, I might have missed her. Benedette said. The two of them glanced at Garth.
I dont mean to sound callus, Garth said, flopping back down into the mud, But surviving that took it out of me, Im tired, and my head feels like its being put through a wood ...
2019-04-02 00:36:39 +0000 UTC
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Whats- Garth inhaled a lungful of smoke as he sat up, forcing him into a fit of coughing.
Forest fire! Alicia shouted. Open the tent!
Garth nodded, eyes watering, and the plastic-like membrane dissolved into ash as he unraveled it.
Alicia turned and lunged through the tent-flap, dragging Garth by his collar.
Garth patted his vest pockets where the amulet and the illusion chip rested, making sure he was properly skinned for the outing.
Spe...
2019-03-31 22:26:12 +0000 UTC
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Garth glanced at the ruins behind him, and the teenagers trying to stand up.
Your trap?
Yes. This is one of my dragon traps. The massive compound eyes shimmered in front of him, fifteen feet in the air, while tower-shield sized mandibles clacked together in front of him, punctuating Carnifaxs sentence.
Garths bones were stronger than steel, but looking at those huge, sharp plates coming together, Garth was fairly sure this thing c...
2019-03-30 19:55:56 +0000 UTC
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Paul sat with his head in his hands in the reading room, ignoring the growling of his stomach, and the aching of his spine. It had been twelve hours since hed found Carl beaten nearly to death in his own home, his tongue removed. Paul hadnt eaten a bite, or moved from his chair.
It had been a warning from Maggie Denton. The entire thing screamed Keep your mouth shut.
The door to the reading room unlatched and Nina crept in.
Daddy, hes awake, she whispere...
2019-03-29 00:51:40 +0000 UTC
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The drive was silent, each of them apparently lost in their thoughts. Henry glanced outside the window, and saw the clouds forming an indistinct spiral, centered on their destination. His heart started to hammer a steady rhythm as he experienced a cold sweat.
You never truly get used to fighting for your life, you simply get better at hiding your unease, Nakayama said quietly, following Henrys gaze.
Sam reached back from the drivers seat with two small crystals in t...
2019-03-27 17:42:06 +0000 UTC
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I think he might have a nesting instinct. Sam said, rubbing his sore eye. He sat in front of a computer, looking at a sea of information about the monster who until very recently had been a very infamous man.
What makes you say that? Nakayama asked, flipping through another page. Maculat dont nest, they wander around and prey upon lone women in back alleys. Nakayama raised his head. Except he is not.
Nope, hes started a cult built around himself, works...
2019-03-27 17:39:26 +0000 UTC
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Henry struggled to his feet, a twinge of pain passing through the healing wound on his side as he moved. What do they look like? he asked
Dunno, Athena said, shaking her head. They havent come out yet.
Henry picked up the staff leaning by the phone and walked out to the lobby, panting. His limp had become less pronounced, and Henry could walk without the staff, but hed become fond of it. They were on the second floor, and so Henry Descended the stairs, using t...
2019-03-27 17:37:21 +0000 UTC
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Henry made it to the kitchen and found a bowl of macaroni and cheese waiting for him on the counter. With a sigh, Henry took it up and leaned against the counter while he ate. Henrys distaste for mac and cheese sprang from a six-month stint in college fueled by nothing but the squishy pasta, but Henrys eyebrows raised when he started spooning the yellow mush into his mouth.
Athena had apparently added some sesame oil and pepper, and probably a handful of other things, it tast...
2019-03-27 17:35:26 +0000 UTC
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The old mans flesh was in the process of melting, drooping to the floor as a bright red liquid escaped from beneath the cracking skin. Henry took one look at it, and shuddered. If he hadnt seen Zack alive and moving a few days ago, he would have sworn this was a badly made horror movie prop, plastic and corn starch. No human body should decompose like that, leading Henry to believe that the old wizard may have done a fair amount of work on himself before the end in his pursuit of i...
2019-03-27 17:33:23 +0000 UTC
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