> Spear: Break
> Spear: Break
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
Zhev & Twain Goddess of Beasts
Tried using Sai for this, but it kind of herped, but still a nice sprite regardless.
This is for a real good irl friend of mine and this is her character in the setting of Eskero, who *Gasp* isn't an Orator.
Enjoy~
On a slightly related note:
Why don't I have moneyyyyyyyyyyyyy?
On an update note:
>Cirrus: Compose yourself. Find a way out.
> Cirrus: stop, look, and listen. There might be big Trouble coming your way.
or
> Cirrus: weep in shame and impotent rage. Stop when you notice that your tears seem to be doing something unusual.
Cirrus: Take your aggression out on the walls. If they are walls, that is.
(Just caught up with everything! Looking good so far!)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
I HAVE REACHED THE END. THIS IS SO DISHEARTENING.
This is so beautiful. So, so beautiful.
Please continue.
Sonnet, please continue with your tale.
Fear the power of red, for it is strong as my passion, and warm as my rage
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How fitting that someone that thinks hope is bogus is the Seer of Hope...
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Homestrife discussion memo: @HStrife_413_OT
But this story-within-the-tale is being told by the lesbocumulus clouds. I suspect they know it because some of them were personally involved. The type of story that's most fun to tell is the type where you're the hero who beats the bad guy in the end!
So let's have Cirrus keep an eye out for them. I suspect that the only way he'll win a few as allies is to seduce a cloud that's pansexual or at least bi-curious.
Eskero is an excellent place, I think that in the light of all the events we've witnessed, most everyone would agree.
> Sonnet: Continue your tale.
> Cirrus: Disregard asexual clouds, aquire knowledge regarding walls. Check them for structural weaknesses, or maybe handholds.
Or
> Cirrus: LEVEL 17 EXAMINETECH: SURVEILLANCE OF THE SCRUPULOUS ARCHITECT
With a move name like that, there's no way he can not find a fault in those walls.
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Oh, ok. Sonnet's kind of like the director, then. The clouds are her interpretive dance body-paint actors.
I'm imagining a vital profession or social class in Eskero: a Geometer is someone whose job it is to understand how wibbly-wobbly spacey-wacey stuff fits together. You might hire one to inspect the site on which you're building a house, to make sure it's not secretly inside a strand of a god's hair, or to make sure it won't be bisected by a dimensional rift in ten years' time. And, if she really needs to, a geometer could patch up a minor problem; she could put space back in order using a combination of mathematics, magic, and duct tape.
Our adventuring party might want to keep an eye out for someone like this. A person with skills like these wouldn't fall for an unsophisticated trap like Cirrus just did.
>Cirrus: Compose yourself. Find a way out.
Cirrus admits his rage would go to waste at this wall, which seemed to be more than a match against a lunging pierce of his trusty spear. His people nurse such feuds by fanning a soft ember of contempt, waiting for the most opportune time to fan it into a full inferno of fury.
His stomach churns not with anger but with another odd sensation, no doubt the vial of mysteriously imbued water. The trouble had previously mentioned that Maelstrom used this ancient place to feed his storms with his will distilled in the waters. Right now though, it felt less like power in Cirrus's stomach, and more like a small angry storm, growing in intensity the deeper he delved into the ruins like an uncomfortable dowsing rod drawing closer to its target. Perhaps he could at least trust the word of the Trouble that he was closer to Maelstrom.
>Bonnie: Dig! Your master is in trouble!
Meanwhile Bonneville, a sun dog belonging to our protagonist, perks up. He is quite a handsome sun dog, perhaps the most handsome as Cirrus would claim. The only admirable quality that transcends his marvelous sheen is his loyalty. He knows better than to attempt to cramp his master's style when his master is fighting an obviously weaker foe. Bonnie was very aware of how excellent of a hunter his master was. A chill runs down his spine though as he can tell when his master might very well be threatened by a foe much stronger than he.
=>
He may not be a good digger but dammit he'll sure try!
(Moved from spoiler tag to a post because it's sort of important I guess~~)
The work on Eskero's PnP game continues on, and will probably be posted as a huge blast of lore. This means a lot about the setting will be spread out before you all and I'm wondering how I can instigate a large amount of fan work and display it all proudly. It's always been my goal to create a setting that was meant to be touched and fiddled with by fans since that's the great part of a setting, it's a whole world of possibility and when you share it, it becomes a canvas to paint your own stories and characters upon.
I'm thinking making an Eskero Tumblr would be a great way to bring together ideas and archive them. I don't know too much about Wikis and quite frankly enjoy the simplicity of a blog.
Any other ideas you guys can think of? Any positive support? Other odd ideas was running a bit of something like Pixiv Fantasia since that's another sort of exercise in settings that really gets my blood pumping.
SO YEAH HOW DO WE GET TOGETHER AND MAKE SHIT FOR ESKERO?
ME
YOU GUYS
LET'S DO THIS
YES. LETS.
WE'RE DOING THIS.
WE'RE MAKING THIS HAPPEN!
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I'm totally up for this.
maybe a tumblr and a wiki?
A wiki is great for archiving the info, but a tumblr would make it much simpler for people to post ideas.
Regardless this sounds like a ton of fun.
>That is some serious Trouble.
Your ChumHandle is zealousScarecrow and you zpeak|with|a|zharp|tongue.
> Fan the shit out of that ember of contempt. An inferno of fury would be useful right about now...
Yes, target your contempt into ITS EYE
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>Give it a hug