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6 days ago ::
May 16, 2013 - 2:26AM
#131
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- Gleemax RP Justicar
- Puzzlemaster
Date Joined:
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"Given a map, I could determine the rough location." Rhyll pauses. "I'm afraid I don't recall anything about the significance of a golden brain. A lobotomized one, on the other hand, might point to the craftwork of the followers of what we believe to have been a pantheon of gods associated with one by the name of 'Tranzorder'. A statue only tells so much, though."
Somewhere in the system there is an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
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5 days ago ::
May 16, 2013 - 5:45AM
#132
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Date Joined:
May 14, 2007
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"I have a drawing of the image, and have a map I can show you where I believe this ruin to be."
The Steward pulls one of his books of the shelf and setsnit down on his desk, and opens it to the image of a brain in a jar, depicted with some kind of eyes. He then reached up and for his charts and stopped, wincing slightly.
"I'll need a hand getting this down."
[html= http://community.wizards.com/paranoia/go/thread/view/76625/29487483/PC_9:_Vampire,_the_Mafia:_Gehenna_(Game_Thread)?pg=10]Vampire, The Mafia: Gehenna Archon[/html]
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5 days ago ::
May 16, 2013 - 5:49AM
#133
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Date Joined:
Jul 22, 2009
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Ashyr thought over the offer and realized that she hadn't been with people for some time, only seeking out refuge in certain houses and in taverns on her journey. As for working and co-operateing with a group, though, she questioned her ability to do so. Perhaps Ashyr had gotten too out of touch with humanity, with people. Most of her time was spent defending herself against beasts and she was starting to assume that all living creatures were beasts, looking to devour her, or use her. However, Ashyr could not see that in these people, expecially the Steward.
She adjusted herself, uncomfortable with where her mind was leading her. Being with other people would make her more onguard, she'd constantly expect them to betray her. It had happened before and it could happen again.
A long stare into the wall as the others spoke about the ruins she didn't much care about and she realized that she'd come upon a decision. It was a stupid decision, but it was made due to her need for proximity, especially in her current state, she could not protect herself properly. If things got rough, she could just leave, Ashyr had no favours to these people anymore.
"I'll join you," Ashyr responded to the Steward, assisting with what he was reaching for.
Glare: Rubik can pun all the leave he wishes. I can take the rest of the tree.
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4 days ago ::
May 17, 2013 - 6:20PM
#134
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Strange.
The word bounced around his skull several times before applying itself to the scene at hand. His usual talent of having just the right thing to say failed him. All he could think as he gazed at the half-frozen remains and shattered trees was simply "strange". But this was more than strange.
The man rose from a crouch and scanned from left to right, as if he was planning to cross the streets his family used to treat as home. Empty and silent, as silent as the graves of those who came before him. The man suddenly reached up to fiddle with a small silver pendant. A habit of his, most likely.
The man's features were completely obscured. A white gas mask cover his mouth and nose, the filters hanging at the ready on his belt. A pair of round lensed goggles cover his eyes. A light grey hood completed the costume. If not for the debris scattered around, this man would be difficult to spot. His coat was a swirling white and gray that reached to his knees. He wore a pair of white fatigues tucked into snow caked boots, most likely a light grey beneath the covering.
Curious. Another word decided to make itself known. Yes, I'm curious. He decided. He hefted his pack, similar in color to his coat, and began to walk around the remains.
'I have no idea what this is...' He thought '....Or why it's here. A fight? Almost certainly...'
A gloved hand pulls the mask down enough to expose a nose. The man inhales deeply, twice, before replacing the mask.
'Smoke... Decay.... Poison? Definitely not natural. Whoever did this should've known to hide it... Possibley injured?' The man stood motionless, deep in thought. 'Ergh.... not enough information! Time to search'
With care, the man moved through the woods again, following what he can, making guesses at everything else.
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1 day ago ::
May 20, 2013 - 5:07AM
#135
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Date Joined:
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"Thank you Ashyr."
The Steward spread the velum chart out on his desk.
'This is a mapbI copied of the area, I've corrected whatever I know to have changed, but it may be very innaccurate. He points to a line marked ouy on the chart. This is the path we are planning to follow, to New Anchorage, then back along the coast and into this sea, to the far shore. The ruins should be somewhere in this mountain range." The Steward turns to Rhyll.
"Any knowledge you may have of such a place would be helpful."
[html= http://community.wizards.com/paranoia/go/thread/view/76625/29487483/PC_9:_Vampire,_the_Mafia:_Gehenna_(Game_Thread)?pg=10]Vampire, The Mafia: Gehenna Archon[/html]
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12 hours ago ::
May 21, 2013 - 3:07AM
#136
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- Gleemax RP Justicar
- Puzzlemaster
Date Joined:
Jun 21, 2007
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Rhyll nodded sincerely at the sketch of the brain; whether in acknowledgement or recognition, it wasn't clear. He remained silent until he was presented with the map.
"I am familiar with the area; the northern and southern academies exchanged information, albeit irregularly. I very know little about the 'Black Ruins' themselves, but I know more than most."
Somewhere in the system there is an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
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