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Oh me likey...Can't stop don't wanna. Good update Doc.
The Seraph of Earth of Stone
The Seraph of Earth of Stone
Dr Midnight
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Thanks, glad you liked it. If you guys liked this session you'll friggin' love the next one, which will garner several Tsunami "woah"-moments. And the end of Chapter 2? You will love the end. I guarantee.
Wow... just to let you guys know, Chapter 1 came out to 7,370 words. I don't know how many words your average game session write-up has, but I imagine this is on the high end.
My personal record was the final session of the Knights of Spellforge Keep, which capped at 17,459 words.
Does anyone know about how many words go into your average game session write-up? Your average update post? Gimme facts here people.
I write... RIGHT NOW
Wow... just to let you guys know, Chapter 1 came out to 7,370 words. I don't know how many words your average game session write-up has, but I imagine this is on the high end.
My personal record was the final session of the Knights of Spellforge Keep, which capped at 17,459 words.
Does anyone know about how many words go into your average game session write-up? Your average update post? Gimme facts here people.
I write... RIGHT NOW
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Dr Midnight
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The heroes were picked up shortly in a small repulsorlift craft and taken down to the heart of the city. There, they were led through long, lit hallways, where Pheleeni rushed around them to various tasks, stopping only to gawk at the odd, tall aliens in their world.
They were taken to the Prime Minister. His name was Bornu Gorko, and he flailed his tentacle-arms in an annoyed fashion. Y3-Ns stepped forward and translated. “His magnificence asks why we have brought war to his planet.”
Mikau Me, ever the diplomat, bowed and said “We have not brought you war, your honor. The Republic is and has been at war for a week now. We were followed to your planet, yes, but we never meant to bring the war to your home.”
This was said to Gorko, and the reply came through Y3. “He says he is sorry for not being aware of the war. It seems the mineral content of the sky-silt that gathers before the rain blocks incoming transmissions.”
Magnus muttered “Seems everyone’s getting their news late these days.”
Y3 went on. “He says his people have been prepared for the eventuality of war, however, and he is scrambling the Pheleeni to their ‘Air Towers’. I think these are the local starfighters.”
“What were the huts we were in, above?” Mikau asked.
“These are survival outposts. Each is manned by one Pheleeni, and the huts are built to withstand the storms, each stocked with consumables suited for a wide variety of spacefaring species.”
“I see.”
Before Mikau could form another question, Bornu Gorko snorted one of his own to the droid, who dutifully translated. “His magnificence asks why you have come to Pheleeni, if not to bring war.”
“Our ship had damaged velocital dampers. We put down here on your beautiful planet to seek repairs. As our ship has been recently acquired by the Separatists, we are now without need of repairs, and in need of a new ship.”
Gorko thought about this, then twittered his answer to Y3. “He offers one of two solutions: One, you are given a Pheleeni Air Tower, and ascend to the sky to infiltrate the Separatist ship and rescue the Indelible. This he offers you as a gift. Two, you are each given Pheleeni Air Towers to pilot in the war over his city, which is sure to come to pass within the hour. In exchange for your aid in the fight he will reward us with a transport.”
Pock was confused. His eyebrows scrunched together and he said “I thought we beat the Separatists already.”
Mikau nodded sadly. “Yes, we turned away the ground forces, with the aid of nature. The next assault will be on the city itself. The three capital ships in Pheleen’s orbit have more than enough starships on board to send down a fearsome attack. We have only until the mineral clouds completely vaporize from solid form before the attack comes.”
Gorku spoke as he pressed a tentacle into a control panel, and a large white disc floated to the center of the room, low to the ground. It stopped and a holographic layout of the city appeared in mild blue outlines. Small dots were rising from the city, and other dots were coming down from the sky. They began exchanging blaster fire. Y3-Ns said “Prime Minister Gorko says that even now, Separatist droid ships are piercing the atmosphere and attacking. The valiant Pheleeni Air Force is rising to the task, and should soon-“ Y3 stopped in the middle of his sentence. “Oh my, what is that?”
From the right side of the holographic city layout, something was coming into view. Something very, very large. It towered as high as the city itself. It was slowly walking on six spiderlike legs. It was shaped roughly like a sentry droid. From one side jutted an immense scythe mounted on a thin hydraulic arm. On each “shoulder” was mounted a gun turret pod. From these, laserfire arced out at the Air Towers.
Everyone in the room watched this giant walking monstrosity as it drew close to a building. Its scythe-arm pulled back and paused, then rocketed around in a semicircle, shearing through the building entirely. The little holographic building toppled in half. A rumble shook the room where the Prime Minister and the heroes watched as the building fell outside, killing roughly 1,300 Pheleeni in one stroke. The walker moved on. At the other side of the holo-table, another walker appeared. Both were slowly walking towards the center of the glass metropolis.
Bornu Gorko and the other Pheleeni in the room began madly snorting and wailing in what must have been terror and fury combined.
“Y3,” Magnus said. “Tell them to prep three Air Towers. We’re going up.”
Within moments they were hustling down the hallways towards the hangars. Pock seemed excited. “Do I get my own Air Tower?”
“No. You fly with me. Mikau and Jaren will each fly one. In ours, I will be the gunner, and you will be the pilot, my young padawan.”
“I will??”
“You’re a better pilot than I am anyway.”
“This is so wizard.”
Magnus paused and turned to his student with a stern glare. “Pock, calm yourself. This is not for fun. This is not a game. Many are dying around us, and we are being given the opportunity to help them. A Jedi does not let his emotions control him… especially not when there is work to be done.”
“I’m sorry, master.”
“It is nothing. Let us go.”
They stepped into thin rooms with ascending vertical ladders. These they each climbed, and found themselves in small cockpits. Pock tried out the controls. “Hmm… these seem to be made for tentacles, but the system’s familiar enough.”
“Good,” Magnus said. “Let’s get going.”
Pock, Jaren, and Mikau took off in their Pheleeni Air Towers. These, it seemed, were just tiny buildings, identical to the rising glass and steel structures that made up the city in all but size. They separated from their docks and flew upwards to join the fray.
Above the city, the air was alight with laserfire. Air Towers were weaving amidst the cityscape and blasting at Droid Starfighters. Just at the edge of the city limits were the two gargantuan walkers, set forward on their destructive path.
More to come…
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Morte
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Dr Midnight said:
Kursis Charter stands at 23745 words, covering about 10-12 hours of play.
A long update for me is, um, 1500 words. I'm obviously a lightweight.
And whilst your PCs are called "The Heroes", mine are called "The Avaricious", which sums up the difference between Star Wars and Traveller pretty well.
Dr Midnight
Explorer
Magnus said “Jaren, you’re a pilot, correct?”
The comlink crackled. “Uh, yeah, yeah.”
“Okay. You take the north walker. Mikau, Pock and I will take the south.”
“Check.”
They flew off to their opponents, cutting through a sea of Pheleeni and Separatist forces fighting furiously in the air.
A droid fighter came in behind Mikau and began singing the sides of the Air Tower with its lasers. The glass surface of the ship acted as a mirror, reflecting glancing shots. More accurate shots, however, cracked the surface and sent sparks raining. Mikau’s ship was trailing a thin line of black smoke.
“I require assistance,” the Kaminoan said politely. “My ship has been hit.”
Pock leaned on the controls and the Air Tower wheeled around to come up on the offending droid fighter’s starboard side. Magnus fired and the fighter was struck several times. It broke off and circled, taking fire from other Pheleeni ships nearby.
The Republicans flew in toward the giant destroyer droid. The small turrets on its shoulders each had one battle droid in a swiveling seat. The turrets began firing on the heroes, and the Air Towers turned and rolled to avoid the bolts of red energy.
Magnus centered his concentration and shot a long line of blasts at the closest turret. It blackened, then exploded in a shower of sparks and fire. The giant walker was not slowed.
Mikau swooped around and shot the other turret. As he did, Pock saw that the giant scythe arm was drawing back, slowly, then raising, then stopping. “That arm’s going to cut again,” he said to Magnus.
Magnus looked and saw that the arm had raised to about the level the ships were flying at. “They’re trying to destroy us with the scythe. Arming missiles.” He flipped a cap at the top of the control stick, revealing a red button. “Firing.” He thumbed the button and two missiles shot out from the Air Tower towards the scythe-arm. Magnus then closed his eyes and began to feel around in empty space for the missiles, using the Force. He gently nudged them and corrected their paths, guiding them straight to the five-meter thick arm.
The missiles detonated and the arm was blacked and practically ruined, but the scythe still held. The arm released and began swinging. Pock shouted “Mikau, look out!” as he piloted the ship over the scythe.
“Thank you, Pock, I see it,” Mikau replied calmly. He aimed his ship straight at the oncoming arm and fired a stream of laserfire. The lasers cut through the remaining piece of arm, and the scythe itself flew out over the city, spinning on a horizontal plane.
The walker’s scythe arms alone are made of several tons of metal, and the motion of its swinging would severely unbalance it if not for the internal evenweight, which at the same time throws an internal pendulum to compensate for the great shift of mass.
The internal evenweight performed its action, but now with no scythe to balance for, the evenweight threw the walker to the side, pitching it over into a small portion of the city. The giant droid kicked uselessly on the ground, then lay still.
Meanwhile, Jaren Creel was trying a different approach. He was not a pilot, as the Jedi believed, yet he still had more piloting experience than any one of them. He was looping and weaving around buildings, trying to keep enemy laserfire off of him long enough to reach the other walker.
He cut in and began firing at the walker’s great red eye. He blackened but did not destroy it. He looped down around the walker’s back and flew through the legs, firing at the inverted pyramid that formed the robot’s hip. Jaren did damage here and there, rarely concentrating on one area, rarely staying still enough to take a shot, though the droid turrets did their best to hit him.
Finally, a starfighter managed to slip into his wake and followed him, taking shots that Jaren had to quickly dodge. The droid fighter was closing, and Jaren was having trouble splitting his concentration between dodging lasers and avoiding giant metal spider-legs.
The droid abruptly detonated in a cloud of sparks and light, and the Jedi-piloted Air Towers flew through it. “Thanks,” Jaren said tensely.
“Not at all. What’s the plan?”
“Let’s take out that scythe-arm on this one, it seemed to work pretty well on the other. Missiles armed. Fire.”
They each fired missiles on the scythe arm. Though some flew off into the distance, most crashed into the arm, severing it immediately. The arm dropped slowly to the city below, crushing buildings beneath it. The walker, however, was not discharging the arm at the time, so the giant robot stayed afoot. Its legs could still pierce the buildings below, its turrets could still shoot the Air Towers.
Pock dodged some turret-fire and said “It didn’t fall over. What now?”
Jaren replied “I don’t know, kid… let’s take out those turrets at least.”
The heroes swept over the turrets, destroying them within moments. Several enemy starships had come in and were trying to shoot them out of the sky, seeing what a threat they were to the walkers.
A reddish light began flashing on Pock’s control panel. “What is that?” A moment later he felt the Force twinge, and he knew what it was. “Oh no- they’ve locked onto us.”
The droid ship on their tail fired its two proton torpedoes, and they shrieked through the air toward Pock’s Air Tower. Pock pulled back on the controls, and the ship shot up from its low point beneath the walker to climb up its front, barely five meters from the hull of the robot itself.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Pock,” Magnus said, not quite anxiously.
“I do,” Pock said, easing back on the throttle. The ship slowed in the air as the torpedoes flew in at them. They grew large in Magnus’ eyes, and he wondered if his padawan had just gotten them both killed. Pock then yanked back on the throttle-lever and the ship shot up into the air.
The proton torpedoes couldn’t correct in time and struck the giant walker droid in its already damaged eye. The red optic lens shattered and the entire head of the droid shook and pulsed with the explosions wracking its insides. The entire head then exploded in a mushroom cloud of black smoke. The dead walker swayed on its feet.
Jaren saw what was coming next and said “Mikau, follow my lead!” He swept under the walker and fired his remaining missiles at one of the two rearmost legs. Mikau saw what he was doing and fired on the other of the two legs, right at the joint.
Both legs were blasted through at the knees, and Jaren and Mikau flew out from under the droid as it fell back into the wake of its own destruction. It crashed to the ground and a great thundering wall of broken glass and steel were thrown up into the air. This rained down, sparkling in the light.
The giant walkers were destroyed.
The Air Towers had little trouble mopping up the remaining droid starfighters, and in short order, the day was won.
The heroes landed their Towers carefully at their docks and walked back into the city. Here, countless Pheleeni were crowding the halls, waving their tentacles and sending rippling cries of victory into the air. They greeted the pilots with great hails of glory.
In the following ceremony, the Pheleeni honored the pilots with medals. Mikau Me, Jaren Creel, Magnus Turon, and Pock Sirus stood alongside fifteen of the Pheleeni pilots to survive the battle above the city. They faced the cheering crowd and smiled. The Separatist ships had left orbit and the Pheleeni would live to fight another day.
Planning for memorial services and cleanup efforts was already underway, but this moment was for the victory.
More to come…
The comlink crackled. “Uh, yeah, yeah.”
“Okay. You take the north walker. Mikau, Pock and I will take the south.”
“Check.”
They flew off to their opponents, cutting through a sea of Pheleeni and Separatist forces fighting furiously in the air.
A droid fighter came in behind Mikau and began singing the sides of the Air Tower with its lasers. The glass surface of the ship acted as a mirror, reflecting glancing shots. More accurate shots, however, cracked the surface and sent sparks raining. Mikau’s ship was trailing a thin line of black smoke.
“I require assistance,” the Kaminoan said politely. “My ship has been hit.”
Pock leaned on the controls and the Air Tower wheeled around to come up on the offending droid fighter’s starboard side. Magnus fired and the fighter was struck several times. It broke off and circled, taking fire from other Pheleeni ships nearby.
The Republicans flew in toward the giant destroyer droid. The small turrets on its shoulders each had one battle droid in a swiveling seat. The turrets began firing on the heroes, and the Air Towers turned and rolled to avoid the bolts of red energy.
Magnus centered his concentration and shot a long line of blasts at the closest turret. It blackened, then exploded in a shower of sparks and fire. The giant walker was not slowed.
Mikau swooped around and shot the other turret. As he did, Pock saw that the giant scythe arm was drawing back, slowly, then raising, then stopping. “That arm’s going to cut again,” he said to Magnus.
Magnus looked and saw that the arm had raised to about the level the ships were flying at. “They’re trying to destroy us with the scythe. Arming missiles.” He flipped a cap at the top of the control stick, revealing a red button. “Firing.” He thumbed the button and two missiles shot out from the Air Tower towards the scythe-arm. Magnus then closed his eyes and began to feel around in empty space for the missiles, using the Force. He gently nudged them and corrected their paths, guiding them straight to the five-meter thick arm.
The missiles detonated and the arm was blacked and practically ruined, but the scythe still held. The arm released and began swinging. Pock shouted “Mikau, look out!” as he piloted the ship over the scythe.
“Thank you, Pock, I see it,” Mikau replied calmly. He aimed his ship straight at the oncoming arm and fired a stream of laserfire. The lasers cut through the remaining piece of arm, and the scythe itself flew out over the city, spinning on a horizontal plane.
The walker’s scythe arms alone are made of several tons of metal, and the motion of its swinging would severely unbalance it if not for the internal evenweight, which at the same time throws an internal pendulum to compensate for the great shift of mass.
The internal evenweight performed its action, but now with no scythe to balance for, the evenweight threw the walker to the side, pitching it over into a small portion of the city. The giant droid kicked uselessly on the ground, then lay still.
Meanwhile, Jaren Creel was trying a different approach. He was not a pilot, as the Jedi believed, yet he still had more piloting experience than any one of them. He was looping and weaving around buildings, trying to keep enemy laserfire off of him long enough to reach the other walker.
He cut in and began firing at the walker’s great red eye. He blackened but did not destroy it. He looped down around the walker’s back and flew through the legs, firing at the inverted pyramid that formed the robot’s hip. Jaren did damage here and there, rarely concentrating on one area, rarely staying still enough to take a shot, though the droid turrets did their best to hit him.
Finally, a starfighter managed to slip into his wake and followed him, taking shots that Jaren had to quickly dodge. The droid fighter was closing, and Jaren was having trouble splitting his concentration between dodging lasers and avoiding giant metal spider-legs.
The droid abruptly detonated in a cloud of sparks and light, and the Jedi-piloted Air Towers flew through it. “Thanks,” Jaren said tensely.
“Not at all. What’s the plan?”
“Let’s take out that scythe-arm on this one, it seemed to work pretty well on the other. Missiles armed. Fire.”
They each fired missiles on the scythe arm. Though some flew off into the distance, most crashed into the arm, severing it immediately. The arm dropped slowly to the city below, crushing buildings beneath it. The walker, however, was not discharging the arm at the time, so the giant robot stayed afoot. Its legs could still pierce the buildings below, its turrets could still shoot the Air Towers.
Pock dodged some turret-fire and said “It didn’t fall over. What now?”
Jaren replied “I don’t know, kid… let’s take out those turrets at least.”
The heroes swept over the turrets, destroying them within moments. Several enemy starships had come in and were trying to shoot them out of the sky, seeing what a threat they were to the walkers.
A reddish light began flashing on Pock’s control panel. “What is that?” A moment later he felt the Force twinge, and he knew what it was. “Oh no- they’ve locked onto us.”
The droid ship on their tail fired its two proton torpedoes, and they shrieked through the air toward Pock’s Air Tower. Pock pulled back on the controls, and the ship shot up from its low point beneath the walker to climb up its front, barely five meters from the hull of the robot itself.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Pock,” Magnus said, not quite anxiously.
“I do,” Pock said, easing back on the throttle. The ship slowed in the air as the torpedoes flew in at them. They grew large in Magnus’ eyes, and he wondered if his padawan had just gotten them both killed. Pock then yanked back on the throttle-lever and the ship shot up into the air.
The proton torpedoes couldn’t correct in time and struck the giant walker droid in its already damaged eye. The red optic lens shattered and the entire head of the droid shook and pulsed with the explosions wracking its insides. The entire head then exploded in a mushroom cloud of black smoke. The dead walker swayed on its feet.
Jaren saw what was coming next and said “Mikau, follow my lead!” He swept under the walker and fired his remaining missiles at one of the two rearmost legs. Mikau saw what he was doing and fired on the other of the two legs, right at the joint.
Both legs were blasted through at the knees, and Jaren and Mikau flew out from under the droid as it fell back into the wake of its own destruction. It crashed to the ground and a great thundering wall of broken glass and steel were thrown up into the air. This rained down, sparkling in the light.
The giant walkers were destroyed.
The Air Towers had little trouble mopping up the remaining droid starfighters, and in short order, the day was won.
The heroes landed their Towers carefully at their docks and walked back into the city. Here, countless Pheleeni were crowding the halls, waving their tentacles and sending rippling cries of victory into the air. They greeted the pilots with great hails of glory.
In the following ceremony, the Pheleeni honored the pilots with medals. Mikau Me, Jaren Creel, Magnus Turon, and Pock Sirus stood alongside fifteen of the Pheleeni pilots to survive the battle above the city. They faced the cheering crowd and smiled. The Separatist ships had left orbit and the Pheleeni would live to fight another day.
Planning for memorial services and cleanup efforts was already underway, but this moment was for the victory.
More to come…
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