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by Northwest Slobovia » Thu Dec 03, 2015 6:16 pm
by Swith Witherward » Thu Dec 03, 2015 8:50 pm
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Fvaarniimar » Fri Dec 04, 2015 1:46 am
by Primordial Luxa » Fri Dec 04, 2015 2:43 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Tiltjuice » Fri Dec 04, 2015 4:08 pm
by Northwest Slobovia » Fri Dec 04, 2015 4:49 pm
Fvaarniimar wrote:<You have a spell which strengthens senses...can you do the reverse?>
Fvaarniimar wrote:<...could I hide in something Kale grew? > [...] "Kale, could you grow some tall plants so we can hide? Uh, we need a distraction and if they eat us that won't help."
Primordial Luxa wrote:He aimed the rifle higher above the treeline making such that none of the force or energy from the shells breach would strike anything in the clearing and hoped that any shrapnel would impact the branches and leaves below in case any of the other burrow dwellers were nearby. But his military expertise told him this was a safe action that would only create a loud sound. He hoped that it scare the young ones off to their hiding places where the other burrow dwellers were waiting as well as draw the adults away from their children.
by The Carlisle » Fri Dec 04, 2015 5:58 pm
by Chedastan » Fri Dec 04, 2015 6:47 pm
by Fvaarniimar » Sat Dec 05, 2015 3:31 am
by The BranRiech » Sat Dec 05, 2015 9:46 am
by Cerillium » Sat Dec 05, 2015 1:49 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Primordial Luxa » Sat Dec 05, 2015 4:40 pm
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Giovenith » Sat Dec 05, 2015 5:07 pm
by Cerillium » Sat Dec 05, 2015 6:58 pm
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Northwest Slobovia » Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:12 pm
Cerillium wrote:Her tiny arms wrapped around Sandy's midsection. He found himself hefted onto her shoulder -- oh yes, constructs are incredibly strong little shits! Nila's call rang through the dawn fog as construct, wizard, staff and sparks set off across the field. "GLITTER GLITTER GLITTER EEEEEeeeEEEE!" Sadly for Sandy, the only viable view available as he jostled upon her shoulder was of the other Residents and the lone yearling.
by Charmera » Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:26 pm
Cerillium wrote:THE CHICKENING
The hammering ceased. A heavy thud indicated the blacksmith placed his tool aside, and soon shuffling could be heard as his feet carried him to the door. The door rolled open wide upon iron wheels. Heat rippled into the chill morning, and the forge's light cast the blacksmith in silhouette. He stepped aside and gestured for them to enter. "Dunnae let the heat out."
The shop was warm and inviting if not a little dirty from his trade. A traditional stone and brick hearth occupied the shop's center, but the blacksmith himself also had a collection of modern appliances, and there was no mistaking the nearby oxyacetylene blowtorch for something medieval. The coke forge's coals bathed the shop in umber tones, dancing off tools neatly arranged on pegs as well as the assorted anvils at his disposal. A car engine resting on blocks in a corner, and several swords hung upon the wall, shed some light on the degree of his talents.
The blacksmith himself was a massive man toned by a lifetime at his craft. A heavy leather apron wrapped around his thick waist, and coal dust streaked the sinewy arms poking out of grungy, rolled sleeves. Time and heat had weathered his face yet his eyes, so crisp and green, betrayed a soul warmer than the furnaces he tended. Those eyes regarded Chrys and her companions now.
He set his broad hands on his hips. "Aye? Sommat can I do for you?"
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by The Carlisle » Sat Dec 05, 2015 7:33 pm
by Highfort » Sun Dec 06, 2015 7:05 am
by Fvaarniimar » Sun Dec 06, 2015 1:36 pm
by Swith Witherward » Mon Dec 07, 2015 11:42 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Primordial Luxa » Tue Dec 08, 2015 9:27 am
Swith Witherward wrote:But I trust the people here. Well, except Prim. He has shifty eyes but his cute smile make up for it.
Monfrox wrote:But it's not like we've known Prim to really stick with normality...
P2TM wrote:HORROR/THRILLER Winner - Community Choice Award For Favorite Horror/Thriller Player: Primordial Luxa
by Swith Witherward » Tue Dec 08, 2015 3:39 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by The BranRiech » Tue Dec 08, 2015 8:43 pm
by Charmera » Wed Dec 09, 2015 7:15 am
Swith Witherward wrote:THE CHICKENING
"Metal chicken coop?" he ran a hand through his sooty hair as he considered what he had lying about. "Aye, I have sommat might do. Guess you know about Fiends? Make the roof strong."
The girl had an ease about her as she crossed the shop. Most would stay back, daunted by heat and flames. This newcomer was a duck to water. Curious, he joined her beside the engine. "And, aye, I'm building that. Parts are hard to come by. I machine what I can't find. She doesn't look like much, but I take my time. Bit of effort here. Bit more there. Work on it when the mood strikes me."
A brow raised. "Interested in engines?"
The BranRiech wrote:"Engines." Bran mouthed, looking over at the handmade piece of machinery. The only engines he'd ever seen that were built by single people were small wooden-powered things that could power a car when gas was being rationed back home. They puffed black smoke, and choked pedestrians walking by, but they still worked, and required at least some sort of knowledge to build.
Bran's experience regarding engines was a bit more complicated and detailed, though he highly doubted his ability to forge an engine from nothing but the raw materials, so the blacksmith before them instantly gained respect in the former Air-Force engineer's eyes. "And well, like she said, we just need a bit of metal, what would you say would be enough to keep those things out? There's a possibility that we could build the coop on a roof as well, would that change anything?"
He smiled, appreciating the efforts of Asdra to get them started, also quite interested in engines as well.
Unlike the girl though, Bran shied away from the flames, refusing to get to close to them. He'd dealt with fire all his life, yet still remembered what happened when fire went out of control, the scar still on his chest from where a stray turbine blade grazed him.
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Fvaarniimar » Wed Dec 09, 2015 7:31 am
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