sarruth's request(game thread)

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC] Well, finding out about the old college is pretty damned easy. Ask any random citizen of Porthaven. About eight years ago, the whole place went up in a surge of elemental energy. Now, anyone who survived it (most of the teachers) can tell you more. Endeca attempted to use a spell of her own design during the final examination. Through a combination of faulty construction, a missed syllable in the incantation, and the fact that she was attempting what would be a ninth level spell, the magic went awry. The whole school went up in the four cardinal elements. Endeca was the only student to survive.

Cog, that reminds me. Endeca became connected with the four elements during that event, which is why her elemental spells are a bit...odd. If she does something (like what's about to happen) that shouldn't be possible normally, that's why. Just remember, it's part of her spell's somatic components. This is also why her fireball was like that.

As to her family, that'll be harder to find out about. Endeca left for the school when she was barely 40. She hardly remembers her parents at all, and her parents wouldn't recognize her as she is (she was WAAAAAY less flamboyant then). I doubt you'll find anything more than very old memories, and maybe a mild longing to go visit. The village itself is on the ass end of the world; any further north, and they'd freeze to death even WITH magic.

As to OOCing things before we RP them, it sounds like a good idea, but Endeca can reign herself in...for now.[/sblock]

The tiny elf looks defaiantly up at Mem, her ire evident. Overhead, the clouds darken, and a single lightning bolt streaks down into her hand. She clenches the ball tightly, fighting with herself. The air seems charged with both electricity and emotion as the Chaos Mage struggles with her urge to strike down the giant before her and her knowledge that Mem wouldn't be stupid enough to show up in person. Finally, she crushes the ball in her fist, and the electricity dissapates, bringing the clouds back to their normal color.

"Mem, for six years, I've seen how you treat Es. For six years, I've seen you torment her, treat her like a slave. I've seen dogs that live better than your daughter. Worse, you do your best to keep her intentionally miserable! You discourage her from making friends, from meeting people she might like. Snuggles even tells me you've had half a mind to end me at a few points in time. I tell you this now, once and for all. Es may be your 'daughter', but you are no mother. A mother cares. A mother loves and nurtures her children. A mother knows that she can't control her children's lives, and accepts that someday, they have to go away. You've shackled Es to you, made her something she doesn't want to be. You deny her freedom while reveling in your own. It isn't right, and you know it. I'm delivering this ultimatum to you; at the end of this job, you will free your daughter, to do as she wishes, when she wishes, and how she wishes to do it. If you don't, if you try to keep her as your slave, so help me, not even the gods themselves will save you from my wrath."

She turns about and walks off, heading towards the Citadel.

[sblock=OOC] Alright, that work? Also, Cog, she's going to the Headquarters[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]LG, what do you mean by "odd"? Strange cinematic spells? Also, here's the result of the power-- Allister is not, as is customary in high-ranking pelorites, noble. In fact, he only arrived in porthaven two generations ago, making him, in the eyes of more than a few, woefully foreign. He is also rather controversial within the church, though you knew this already. He has all kinds of ideas, for example, for solutions ot problems, and they do not, as he puts them, involve "throwing prayers at it and hoping it'll go away". You also seem to remember him belonging to a paladin order of some sort.[/SBLOCK]

on Endeca's way back to the HQ, an elderly man hobbles over to her with a worried frown on his face. She has never seen him before, though the reverse does not seem to be true. He babbles urgently, though the bulk of it is incomprehensible ((yes, even to Endeca)). The gist of it seems to be that he is the only surviving human in the city, the whole place having being taken over by disguised trolls, of which Endeca is one.

 

[tiluvias99]

[sblock=OOC]Um... where is everyone?[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

((you know, that's a really good question, probably gone for the holidays.))

 

[Ink]

The real Mem is to busy for conversations. In this eternity she is changing, and like every other day for the last ten thousand years, she prepares herself for war. She has prepared the guards well, from yesterday’s early evening, every room and halls of the Citadel alight with burning volcanic emissions torches every ten feet, every able soldier on full alert, weapons in hand, watches substituted by the quarter hour—and this was the day.

The humans could hardly understand the sternness of beautiful giant’s ways. Weren’t they at peace? But with one look, none in a thousand had much thought of asking. Like a titan of old, she sits back, the stadium a great hearth, thinking on what others would name a throne; she had meditated, but not slept.

Ingeniously tempered from volcanic networks structured far below the Citadel, the huge “Eternal flame of Gladiators” smolders a harsh crimson in the center of the arena; its heat reflects tenderly against Mem’s brow but does not warm her. There was never time to sleep it seemed. There was only time for change.

Mem had kept her secret for just over a century now. The hunger returned. It was calling her again. She could resist could she not? Of course she could. It was only for protection’s sake. She did not need it. Mem would control it as she had from the beginning of days. It was her servant; she must not let it master her. The tallest of beauties tastes the fire, it caresses her breast, brushes inside her throat, burns her from within. It burns and she is warmed. For the first time in more than a hundred and thirty six years, Mem is hungry. She wants, thus she will feed. Not of meat, nor bread, neither vegetables nor water.

Her hunger is for magic.
[sblock=ooc]I think Mem might become like more of an NPC or side character, since the group might have problems functioning with chaos and law at odds. For the most part, I am planning just to keep Mem at the Cidadel while the rest of the group and Es go adventuring.

This was some rp for the feat spellfire wielder. The feat will assure Mem a way to stay alive and out of the way, without having to confront Endeca offensively (which is what Mem would most likely do considering how things are playing out). I messaged you on the old boards about this feat near the begining in the "pregame setup" when we made our characters Cog. Since you most likely lost all your old messages when your computer crashed I included a simple expalination under the feat (the srd discription is to vague in my opinion). Later I will be writing up how Es gets the extra magic items. HPPI NEW YEAR ALL!!![/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

[sblock=OOC]So, what are Es and the Constructs doing? Unless they're standing there, dumbfounded [/sblock]

 

[Lord_Gareth]

The tiny elf looks at the old man quizically, then with pity. She takes him gently, but firmly, by the shoulder.

"Old one, I'm no troll, but I know some people who can help you. Come, let us visit the temple of Pelor. If the god of healing can't help you, no one can."

She leads him firmly, but still gently, in the direction of the temple of Pelor, and it's clear by her gaze that whomever should raise her ire at this moment would be meeting their god very soon.

 

[cog_and_taz]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Welcome back everyone! I rather Mem followed everyone else, actually... I have plans, to put it rather gently*mwahahaha etc.* soo... I will keep it under control with the inter-party war, and besides, it's good stuff to read, so there's no need to worry.[/SBLOCK]

"I won't be taken by some troll! Am I the only sane one around here? Don't any of them believe me?!" He sputters as he draws a phantom sword from a non-existant sheath and swings, toppling over.

 

[Lord_Gareth]

Endeca sighs and lets the man go from her grip. She snaps her fingers, and the rope at her belt comes to life, whipping out to entangle the old man. Confident that he's firmly in place, she starts pondering how to carry him to the temple. Finally coming to a decision, she chants and moves her fingers in swift arcane motions. In a flash of holy light, a Hound Archon appears.

"Help me carry this poor fellow to the Temple of Pelor. I'm afraid he's mad, but they should be able to help him."

The archon nods its head and lifts the old man, walking with the mage.

[sblock=OOC] Animate Rope to entangle the old man, then a Summon Monster 5 to get the archon to carry him. Endeca and the Archon will be full-on running, as they have 1 minute before the Archon vanishes[/sblock]

 

[cog_and_taz]

The man shouts and babbles, on account of his condition and the current situation, drawing quite a bit of attention from the street. Seeing the hound archon, you nearly get mobbed by angry "werewolf-hunters", but the general angelicness convinces them otherwise. After about two minutes of hard running, you arrive at the temple(archon is gone). The old man mutters miserably "I told them... but did they listen? No! Ofcourse not, no one ever listens to me..."