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The Battlefield, right now:
I salute Archmage Erelye in thanks for his protection, then give him two more +1s.
Ultimatum 11/11 DONE!
Dual Thanoscythes 8/8 DONE!
Ceres' Despair 11/11 DONE!
A charge attack I started a while back, nah worries. 18/20
RPLS-SH A/E-IC Final Charge 40/50 {+ a few from Erelye}
I draw the unholy weapon known as Cancer, and charge the WB-Mech at the speed of augmentation armor, jumping several stories into the air to reach its main head, then bringing the scythe's two blades down in an arc of unnatural energies accelerated by means of jump-pack thrust, embedding it in the Mech's metal skull with enough force to crack open the earth, then jump away, leaving the weapon there, its tentacles spreading from the handle, grasping, seeking, twisting... I hit the ground rolling, then fire a series of flares at the Mech, each incandescent in shades of Alien and Impossible, with a tinge of Ineffable.
Each flare lands among the spreading tendrils of flame and evil, and sputter, die, revive, their light for a few moments sent to another place, the natives of such planes already drawn close to this dying planet by my actions and those of the good Archmage, and so by reason of the ease of doing so, jumping at the call to action. The fight is short-lived, for while Mechs are ill-suited to battle beings only one with such a deadened soul as mine could hope to survive sane, entities of that nature are rarely well-suited to our realm, and as such do not survive long. I would describe what I saw in those few tens of seconds, but to tell only truth, I was not watching, for fear of my remaining mental health.
I know only that when I turned back, they were gone, the Mech wounded most sorely, and the accursed scythe Cancer returned to my hand by forces that assuredly do not have my best interests in mind.
Manufactory Anachron, right now:
"Whoever that is callin' ya, Blue, they can come. Besides, unless you have another Universe Eater or somesuch on the line, the arcane defenses this far in could eat it whole if it was hostile."
We pass through another set of blast doors, then a set of field projectors, then reach a large freight elevator. Over the gate, a handpainted sign written in dwarven runes says "Personnel Managed Research/Development, do not enter without Tier 16 or higher authorization." That the first sign other than large stenciled numbers is also made by hand and obviously recent is somewhat telling.
Amperzand appears to remember something.
"Ah, Erelye, casualties? The outer levels are basically ablative shielding and ammunition dumps, nobody goes that far out unless they have to, especially not during weapons use. It was pretty damn stupid of H3 to be shooting so near us, actually. Especially twice in one day..."
The elevator arrives, and we file aboard, prepared for a long ride, thankfully devoid of bad music by virtue of hard vacuum.
Godcraft: Engietech Level 10: Mainframe, targeting the G-Mech since it's vulnerable, and I want to see in what way. Maybe it takes extra damage, in which case, we can probably decimate it thi turn.
Real world: "Roof it is. And, while I'd love to see this place blown sky high, that would cause so much collateral damage that everyone involved with Godcraft would immediately be hunted down by everyone. Except probably North Korea. From what I recall, they're locked up super tight by someone else already, making them part of a very minor number of places outside Binary's control."
The Mainframe: Entity body at 57% complete. Stage 1 at 46% complete. Files 10% downloaded into entity. Project Manhattan at 0% complete.
Constellate Pointer && Picture of SCP-1548 = ??? 1/YWEYAWYWAYAS
SCP-090 || Shengshou 10x10 = Disaster's Speedcube 1/I BETTER BE ABLE TO ALCHEMIZE THESE
Colt CM10 6/11
+2 HP to all AG players: 35/38 (+2 from Tazz) C'mon guys, one +2 and it'll be done this turn! I hope.
I don the Nightfall Armor I got from Generic.
>Action:
I shield Bow$er69 behind an RStudio window. Said RStudio window has a dataset called "Bow" open, with a column called "er69" taking up the entirety of the data pane.
(If you don't get it and need an explanation, click below)
In the R programming language (used for statistics), which RStudio is basically an GUI for, columns in datasets are referred to by the name of the dataset, followed by a dollar sign, followed by the column name.
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They have to be so long because it is literally the only good way to establish a high DPS in a creative fashion. Despite the fact that my regular ones, which I work on for around an hour each due to a combination of good ideas and transmission of said ideas, only deal 10,000 each, less than a level ten weapon, which deals 12,000, despite the fact that they usually use a level ten weapon. But, I don't have any right to criticize you whatsoever. I apologize.
Preparation 50/50!
The Black Ring 8/8!
+1 to Amp x2.
I examine the Black Ring.
At the rate this is going, there is going to be a ban on shielding. Hah. That would be far more dangerous.
I grab the Regisword, and examine it more thoroughly, hopefully obtaining a good view on the arcane properties of the blade. Then, I pull out my Onyx Visink Magic 8-Ball, and ask a question, looking at the sadly shattered chess board. I proceed to attempt to fuse the set back together with sorcery. If this fails, I ask the 8-Ball.
How does one repair a scratch?
I flash-step near the WB-Mech, noting its every movement. There is to be no room for error. As such, I draw the Hazel Wand. Slashing it downwards, a blaze of deep blue flame burns in a straight line, following the directional movement of the wand tip. The link to the Abyss is slightly more prominent, thanks to that breach I created momentarily. The residue shall serve me well. I stare at the WB-Mech, waiting. The flame burns, dimly illuminating the night sky. At this, I remember the Grayhold Observatory is certainly functioning, and will clearly pick that up. But, I digress. To make a relatively swift attack, I blast a nigh-endless stream of blue flame at the Mech, infused with the (nigh-)unlimited fury of the Inky Abyss. In an explosion of liquid ink, a blue fireball erupts from my wand tip, and combusts upon striking the WB-Mech, spraying corrosive abyss-infused ink upon the robot. The liquid burns through the Mech, easily corroding it with the extremely harmful effects of existing within the Inky Abyss for extended amounts of time. I promptly fire a bolt of ink (a blot, if you will) at the WB-Mech. The substance writhes as it attempts to succumb to gravity. It cannot. Instead, the blot of ink plows into the WB-Mech, blowing it into the ground with the pure momentum. The ink then emanates a mustard glow. The splashes of it on the Mech seem to have become a window into another universe. This window spews forth a monolithic psionic blast, utterly annihilating the WB-Mech. However, I cease utilizing the energy of the Abyss. It slowly kills you from the inside out if you use it too frequently.
50/50 expended.
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Grayhold Citadel, 21:13
I stride down the seemingly endless hallways of my fortress, examining all that I walk by. Actually, I believe it is time to finish off the groundwork for that thing. As such, I abruptly spin around, heading in a completely different direction. It is quite reasonable to assume that there was some form of entity in that corner over there, anyways. Though, it is not as if I could not slay it. Anyhow, I travel down several staircases, and quite an exponential amount of turns, as well as attempts to recall the structure of the fortress, and face a dead end. A large amount of clutter lies around in this particular area. Stacks of tomes, and the occasional bit of thaumaturgical technology. However, I continue walking as if there was no wall so obviously in front of me. I pass through the ethereal walling, and arrive within a small room with a lever, and a large corotite gate. I pull said lever, and the gate opens, revealing a spacious room, dimly lit. I walk onto the observatory platform, peering down at the room, hands on the railing. The room appears to be a rather large mess of thaumic machinery. Another door is in the corner. I stride down the stairs upon the balcony, and test the esoteric devices. Perfect condition. Of course, the next room is rather important as well, but I won't reveal it. All that needs to be said is that this fortress is now perfectly capable of sustaining elven clones, if one so desires it.
(That was the charge, by the way.)
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Forgive me. I think we have different ideas on what that word means.
—
I stand in the observatory, pondering a variety of things, and formulating arcane theories. The voices of the imminently deceased (mixed around with eldritch whispers and psychic waves) are screeching in agony, as usual. There is nothing I can do about it, save force them into the very back of my mind, which I have not done for quite some time. I hear a... new psychic voice. This one seems mildly familiar, if quite distorted. I ignore it, like all the others, staring at the floor.
Then, the voice briefly increases in coherence. It is most definitely Eric. Why would he attempt to telepathically contact me, knowing that it would likely get lost in the voices? Whichever. I merely hear the words "Astria's cabin," and "hurry" before the voices obscure it. I swear, this place emanates chaos. The voices were never this cacophonous.
I, using a series of precise flash-steps, arrive just before the door of Astria's cabin. I then disappear. A flash of violet light bursts out of nowhere within the cabin, firing off bolts of electricity narrowly avoiding striking anybody. I appear. My eyes sweep across the room, and come to rest on the conspicuous entity with the wings. I briefly glance at Eric.
What is it you require, approximately? Is there some form of thaumostatic disturbance directly resulting from the breaching of the auric barrier? Or perhaps it is a mild instability crisis Tainting this half of the ship primarily with Flux-based waste, again.
—
Meanwhile, a universe, an elf plays Minecraft, secluded in his sealed room. Of course that is me. I slowly place my laptop down on the table nearby. Chronologically, I have just finished my second action. So, I am technically in the future from this standpoint. Bluh. Anyhow, I get off of the ground, pace around the room, attempting to think straight. My renown contemplations upon arcane theory have come from such occurrences. I stare at the drab gray walls of the meteor. The amount of time I have spent here is growing lengthier by the second. I look back down at the floor, still attempting to think.
However, I cannot. Having not slept in thirty-six hours, I know what the problem is. Perhaps I'll get an hour or two of sleep. At that, I carefully draw the Hazel Wand, open the specialized stabilizer/recharger device, place it in, and close the aforementioned device. Then, I walk over to the odd human construct referred to as a bed. Alas, my Refugilair needs to get a new Relay. I'll get to that eventually. I lie down on the bed, shifting to a position under the covers. I stare at the ceiling. For at least an hour. The voices, as usual, see it fit to deprive my brain of recollection.
Well, there is one way. Perhaps I could knock myself unconscious. No, that's mad. Instead, I merely lie in the bed, feeling the discomfort, both physical and mental. I continue to stare at the ceiling.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
Wait, the EG-Mech is about to explode!? Okay, its time to protect my skin. And Lothyra's too, because she's on my do-not-kill list.
Bender uses the Origin Wands to create an impenetrable personal force field around him and Lothyra that can create openings in itself if the user or a friendly is trying to reach out or in.. He then blasts the ED-Mech with Bender's Gun.
Colossus Climb: 5/10
Lothyra has reached the G-Mech's hips. She blasts the hip joint extra to slow down the G-Mech's movements.
Sensing the warrior and buff monk are about to die, I bid them farewell, and order them to both do a suicide attack this turn, unless something miraculously saves them! I then use WORLD WAR: LEVEL 1, deciding to go in order of levels instead of just skipping right to the highest one! I add Forge's Light in if I end up needing it, and if I need to select a target I target the Enderdragon-mech.
I duplicate a set of Nightfall Armor for a PL entity who needs it, i.e. any of them. I then request my Rave be one of the later ones. And then I show the G-Mech my stabs with Arcum Dei, the Unbreakable Katana, Binary's Bane, Paradox's Artifice, the Voidsword, and the Fenestrated Blade.
MonadoRe (re=3 in Ainu) 2/??
Typheus' Might && Fluorite Octet 5/9 (Windy Octet)
Cetus' Crusher && Fluorite Octet 1/9 (Lighty Octet)
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+1 to Amp x2.
I stare at the WB-Mech. Without so much as an attack, I emanate a psychic shockwave. Oddly enough, this shockwave does absolutely nothing to the opposition. Its effects are far more indirect than would be originally expected.
Meanwhile, in Grayhold, a large tube rests in the center of a certain room. This tube is full of rancid water, infused with the essence of poison. Within it, float six Zombie Brains, as well as a large pylon connected to the floor. Immediately, an odd device with a crystal cluster at its core, and some Vesperium framing lights up, emitting violet energy, which promptly interlocks with a Vis Relay at the apex of the pylon. The brains begin to accelerate in their watery abode, receiving a psychic signal from the Battlefield. At this, their acceleration causes a disturbance in the foul water. This is detected by a motion-sensing charm. This immediately activates an Essentia Valve nearby through a now-active straight line of Redcrystal, causing essentia to flow into a large device, plated with Voidmetal. A simple endothermic-radiative essentia amalgamation device. Of course, I used up an entire Silverwood tree whilst I was experimenting with the design of that thing, not to mention the time I spent on the actual designing and theorizing. It had better be worth it, however marginally. A thick, purple (not violet!) liquid flows out of a tube on the top of the three by three meter device, and into... something else. And, by that, I mean the primary reason I sent the psychic wave. The liquid Vis, composed of varying amounts of Taint and actual Vis, flows into a square device composed of Silverwood timber, and gold, as well as a large amount of spells. The Vis comes out the other end of the device, looking quite a bit lighter than it did when it went it. That should be a high enough concentration to actually fire this thing. The tube pumps the entirety of the liquid into the back of a large, cannon-esque device made of Greatwood, and decorated with gold bands. It is connected to the walls, floor, and ceiling of the large room through corotite struts. A golem carries a globe of grayish light-blue crystal and arcane power to the other end of the modified Arcane Bore, and screws it onto the tip, before returning to its home chest, ever vigilant (CONSTANT VIGILANCE). The device, lacking a conventional base, emits a low crackling sound. The wand focus attached to the end fires of minuscule bolts of electricity in anticipation. Finally, the device receives enough liquid Vis, and fires. A single bolt of blue lightning erupts from the focus, firing into a mirror with what appears to be an interdimensional portal in it. Back on the Battlefield, I draw the Hazel Wand swiftly, modified Portable Hole focus attached, and point it at the WB-Mech. A portal appears. Out of it, a potent bolt of blue lightning speeds out, nearly instantly striking the WB-Mech. The chain effects of the blast actually redirect themselves into the same Mech once again.
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VUM, ME QBIXX PIYE IV AVPERWAQQAUV, UD QURPQ;
CU! RENEX AV PBE WUUVXACBP OVFER PBE GUORPQ.
~~~
Kar nfnuvvh qoyekc-wmyk nhrvrgwkcs; kie whiznuw; klh zsiek nmor pxgpfhh kce psl wkuh ik cfyu xptzgvrfk.
Orbital Weapons
Mini-Ion Cannon 0/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 1/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
Battlefield: I guard a random player and I with gib armageddon
Orbital Weapons: Mini IC the WB Mech
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5
I dupe 2 potion of critmist
Red's Wand AND Potion of Vis 3/11
-Anachron-
Great. Could you authorize Red to use magic here? Once again, it's necessary for survival.
...I suppose you may not know who that is. For the sake of simplicity, I'll call him a friend.
After getting the authorization, (and I will go ahead and assume he gets it unless otherwise informed), Blue pause for a few seconds, and then touches the red orb, which promptly fades. A few seconds afterwards, a person appears where it was.
Erelye, Amperzand, and Lothrya, meet Red. Red, meet Erelye, Amperzand, and Lothrya.
Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you all.
Red then asks Blue something in another language. Her reply is quite long, includes all three of your names, and sounds vaguely insulting at times.
Eyeblenders && L. Electric Blender Elemental && Electric Blenders && Stephen J. Poplawski = Miscetis (Level 10: 5/11)
Pinky Swearer && Greater Left Pinky Elemental && Pile of Severed Left Arms = Scalpere Parum (Level 10: 5/11)
I pull out Ranchia, the Bottle of Ranch Dressing element. It reeks of the incredible power of Ranch Dressing. It's powers are nigh-unfathomable to most minds. I proceed to then take out the Orb of Condiments. There isn't much chance that the orb could fully control such powerful forces within Ranchia, but they could serve to direct it somewhat-not like I've already soulbound myself to Ranchia (and if I forgot, I do so now). I proceed to point Ranchia's opening at the G-Mech. The power within radiates-if it wasn't usually friendly to living beings, it would be enough to annihilate anything it touched, making it less-than-useful as a weapon. Of course, Mechs don't count as living beings, and indeed, they're actually pretty vulnerable to having foreign liquids in their systems. Especially if they're forced in there. I proceed to uncork Ranchia and have my own power and the Orb of Condiments power guide a massive, high-speed, high-concentration stream of Ranch Dressing into the G-Mech. I also slam it a bit with Fear No Anvil, just to make sure.
Duplicating three more HALI arrays, giving one from my reserves plus those three to the Players, arming them with suitable lvl10 weapons via the Origin Wands.
I then grab the carcass of the dead EG-Mech and portal it to the moon. I then block its return with Hard-Light and moving the portal out of the way.
1-3>Hard-Light MASHY SPIKE PLATE!fest GO. Mash some holes for Lothyra to climb in. +2 to gutza.
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Weird Things Mods Say When Booting
[Client thread/INFO] [TConstruct]: Natura, what are we going to do tomorrow night?
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
[Client thread/INFO] [inpure|core]: Beating Minecraft's resource loading system with a shovel. Please stand by...
[Client thread/INFO] [MagicBees]: Replacing stupid-block with 'Here, have some delicious textures' ItemBlock. This is 100% normal.
I salute Archmage Erelye in thanks for his protection, then give him two more +1s.
Ultimatum 11/11 DONE!
Dual Thanoscythes 8/8 DONE!
Ceres' Despair 11/11 DONE!
A charge attack I started a while back, nah worries. 18/20
RPLS-SH A/E-IC Final Charge 40/50 {+ a few from Erelye}
I draw the unholy weapon known as Cancer, and charge the WB-Mech at the speed of augmentation armor, jumping several stories into the air to reach its main head, then bringing the scythe's two blades down in an arc of unnatural energies accelerated by means of jump-pack thrust, embedding it in the Mech's metal skull with enough force to crack open the earth, then jump away, leaving the weapon there, its tentacles spreading from the handle, grasping, seeking, twisting... I hit the ground rolling, then fire a series of flares at the Mech, each incandescent in shades of Alien and Impossible, with a tinge of Ineffable.
Each flare lands among the spreading tendrils of flame and evil, and sputter, die, revive, their light for a few moments sent to another place, the natives of such planes already drawn close to this dying planet by my actions and those of the good Archmage, and so by reason of the ease of doing so, jumping at the call to action. The fight is short-lived, for while Mechs are ill-suited to battle beings only one with such a deadened soul as mine could hope to survive sane, entities of that nature are rarely well-suited to our realm, and as such do not survive long. I would describe what I saw in those few tens of seconds, but to tell only truth, I was not watching, for fear of my remaining mental health.
I know only that when I turned back, they were gone, the Mech wounded most sorely, and the accursed scythe Cancer returned to my hand by forces that assuredly do not have my best interests in mind.
Manufactory Anachron, right now:
"Whoever that is callin' ya, Blue, they can come. Besides, unless you have another Universe Eater or somesuch on the line, the arcane defenses this far in could eat it whole if it was hostile."
We pass through another set of blast doors, then a set of field projectors, then reach a large freight elevator. Over the gate, a handpainted sign written in dwarven runes says "Personnel Managed Research/Development, do not enter without Tier 16 or higher authorization." That the first sign other than large stenciled numbers is also made by hand and obviously recent is somewhat telling.
Amperzand appears to remember something.
"Ah, Erelye, casualties? The outer levels are basically ablative shielding and ammunition dumps, nobody goes that far out unless they have to, especially not during weapons use. It was pretty damn stupid of H3 to be shooting so near us, actually. Especially twice in one day..."
The elevator arrives, and we file aboard, prepared for a long ride, thankfully devoid of bad music by virtue of hard vacuum.
happen
Somehow, I ended up GM-ing this thing over at Bay12;
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=149024.870
Godcraft: Engietech Level 10: Mainframe, targeting the G-Mech since it's vulnerable, and I want to see in what way. Maybe it takes extra damage, in which case, we can probably decimate it thi turn.
Real world: "Roof it is. And, while I'd love to see this place blown sky high, that would cause so much collateral damage that everyone involved with Godcraft would immediately be hunted down by everyone. Except probably North Korea. From what I recall, they're locked up super tight by someone else already, making them part of a very minor number of places outside Binary's control."
The Mainframe: Entity body at 57% complete. Stage 1 at 46% complete. Files 10% downloaded into entity. Project Manhattan at 0% complete.
GODDAMN IT
STUPID GENDERFLIP VIRUS
SCP-090 || Shengshou 10x10 = Disaster's Speedcube 1/I BETTER BE ABLE TO ALCHEMIZE THESE
Colt CM10 6/11
+2 HP to all AG players: 35/38 (+2 from Tazz) C'mon guys, one +2 and it'll be done this turn! I hope.
I don the Nightfall Armor I got from Generic.
>Action:
I shield Bow$er69 behind an RStudio window. Said RStudio window has a dataset called "Bow" open, with a column called "er69" taking up the entirety of the data pane.
(If you don't get it and need an explanation, click below)
I stab the WB-MECH with the Metalram, destroying some of its internal machinery.
I then shield myself from the Tidal Wave
Rose's Thorn 8/9
The Metalbender 4/9
Morning Seat -c Arachnichair
Long live the Queen 11/30
Deerclops 11/20
Preparation 50/50!
The Black Ring 8/8!
+1 to Amp x2.
I examine the Black Ring.
At the rate this is going, there is going to be a ban on shielding. Hah. That would be far more dangerous.
I grab the Regisword, and examine it more thoroughly, hopefully obtaining a good view on the arcane properties of the blade. Then, I pull out my Onyx Visink Magic 8-Ball, and ask a question, looking at the sadly shattered chess board. I proceed to attempt to fuse the set back together with sorcery. If this fails, I ask the 8-Ball.
How does one repair a scratch?
I flash-step near the WB-Mech, noting its every movement. There is to be no room for error. As such, I draw the Hazel Wand. Slashing it downwards, a blaze of deep blue flame burns in a straight line, following the directional movement of the wand tip. The link to the Abyss is slightly more prominent, thanks to that breach I created momentarily. The residue shall serve me well. I stare at the WB-Mech, waiting. The flame burns, dimly illuminating the night sky. At this, I remember the Grayhold Observatory is certainly functioning, and will clearly pick that up. But, I digress. To make a relatively swift attack, I blast a nigh-endless stream of blue flame at the Mech, infused with the (nigh-)unlimited fury of the Inky Abyss. In an explosion of liquid ink, a blue fireball erupts from my wand tip, and combusts upon striking the WB-Mech, spraying corrosive abyss-infused ink upon the robot. The liquid burns through the Mech, easily corroding it with the extremely harmful effects of existing within the Inky Abyss for extended amounts of time. I promptly fire a bolt of ink (a blot, if you will) at the WB-Mech. The substance writhes as it attempts to succumb to gravity. It cannot. Instead, the blot of ink plows into the WB-Mech, blowing it into the ground with the pure momentum. The ink then emanates a mustard glow. The splashes of it on the Mech seem to have become a window into another universe. This window spews forth a monolithic psionic blast, utterly annihilating the WB-Mech. However, I cease utilizing the energy of the Abyss. It slowly kills you from the inside out if you use it too frequently.
50/50 expended.
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Grayhold Citadel, 21:13
I stride down the seemingly endless hallways of my fortress, examining all that I walk by. Actually, I believe it is time to finish off the groundwork for that thing. As such, I abruptly spin around, heading in a completely different direction. It is quite reasonable to assume that there was some form of entity in that corner over there, anyways. Though, it is not as if I could not slay it. Anyhow, I travel down several staircases, and quite an exponential amount of turns, as well as attempts to recall the structure of the fortress, and face a dead end. A large amount of clutter lies around in this particular area. Stacks of tomes, and the occasional bit of thaumaturgical technology. However, I continue walking as if there was no wall so obviously in front of me. I pass through the ethereal walling, and arrive within a small room with a lever, and a large corotite gate. I pull said lever, and the gate opens, revealing a spacious room, dimly lit. I walk onto the observatory platform, peering down at the room, hands on the railing. The room appears to be a rather large mess of thaumic machinery. Another door is in the corner. I stride down the stairs upon the balcony, and test the esoteric devices. Perfect condition. Of course, the next room is rather important as well, but I won't reveal it. All that needs to be said is that this fortress is now perfectly capable of sustaining elven clones, if one so desires it.
(That was the charge, by the way.)
—
Forgive me. I think we have different ideas on what that word means.
—
I stand in the observatory, pondering a variety of things, and formulating arcane theories. The voices of the imminently deceased (mixed around with eldritch whispers and psychic waves) are screeching in agony, as usual. There is nothing I can do about it, save force them into the very back of my mind, which I have not done for quite some time. I hear a... new psychic voice. This one seems mildly familiar, if quite distorted. I ignore it, like all the others, staring at the floor.
Then, the voice briefly increases in coherence. It is most definitely Eric. Why would he attempt to telepathically contact me, knowing that it would likely get lost in the voices? Whichever. I merely hear the words "Astria's cabin," and "hurry" before the voices obscure it. I swear, this place emanates chaos. The voices were never this cacophonous.
I, using a series of precise flash-steps, arrive just before the door of Astria's cabin. I then disappear. A flash of violet light bursts out of nowhere within the cabin, firing off bolts of electricity narrowly avoiding striking anybody. I appear. My eyes sweep across the room, and come to rest on the conspicuous entity with the wings. I briefly glance at Eric.
What is it you require, approximately? Is there some form of thaumostatic disturbance directly resulting from the breaching of the auric barrier? Or perhaps it is a mild instability crisis Tainting this half of the ship primarily with Flux-based waste, again.
—
Meanwhile, a universe, an elf plays Minecraft, secluded in his sealed room. Of course that is me. I slowly place my laptop down on the table nearby. Chronologically, I have just finished my second action. So, I am technically in the future from this standpoint. Bluh. Anyhow, I get off of the ground, pace around the room, attempting to think straight. My renown contemplations upon arcane theory have come from such occurrences. I stare at the drab gray walls of the meteor. The amount of time I have spent here is growing lengthier by the second. I look back down at the floor, still attempting to think.
However, I cannot. Having not slept in thirty-six hours, I know what the problem is. Perhaps I'll get an hour or two of sleep. At that, I carefully draw the Hazel Wand, open the specialized stabilizer/recharger device, place it in, and close the aforementioned device. Then, I walk over to the odd human construct referred to as a bed. Alas, my Refugilair needs to get a new Relay. I'll get to that eventually. I lie down on the bed, shifting to a position under the covers. I stare at the ceiling. For at least an hour. The voices, as usual, see it fit to deprive my brain of recollection.
Well, there is one way. Perhaps I could knock myself unconscious. No, that's mad. Instead, I merely lie in the bed, feeling the discomfort, both physical and mental. I continue to stare at the ceiling.
13/50 Pills here!! - Multiperson MediKit
13/25 Reverse Healing - HP Drain Attack
> R. K.: Heals the WB-mech with the No Joke.
> K4yne: I replicate Ike's Greath Aether on a random PL entity.
"Ene, mene, miney, MO."
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No Joke
UBER: 6 Charges
Ubercharge, Kritz, Wither, Joker Gas, MMMPH
Avatar is Terrible Terry Hintz from LISA - The Painful RPG.
Dark Matter Propulsion System: 5/10
Nanogel Spaceship Hull -c Ventilation System: 2/4
Medigun & Australium: 2/?
==Actions==
Wait, the EG-Mech is about to explode!? Okay, its time to protect my skin. And Lothyra's too, because she's on my do-not-kill list.
Bender uses the Origin Wands to create an impenetrable personal force field around him and Lothyra that can create openings in itself if the user or a friendly is trying to reach out or in.. He then blasts the ED-Mech with Bender's Gun.
Colossus Climb: 5/10
Lothyra has reached the G-Mech's hips. She blasts the hip joint extra to slow down the G-Mech's movements.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
Yeah, no thanks to you. Assist her!
I've done so! What do you think Aspirant's Attention was for?
Action 1/2
Orbit Control: 31/50
Unholy Assault: 6/50
By the way, Limon should be performing Turret Barrage right about now.
I concentrate hard, harnessing a ball of life energy. I then throw it upon Limon, healing her.
Sword Damage: 134K/250K
An alternate timeline emerges.
However, we must first start from the beginning...
I use Scratch at the ED-MECH
I then shield theMarionette.
Rose's Thorn Complete!
The Metalbender 5/9
Morning Seat -c Arachnichair 2/X
Minigun -c Garage
Long live the Queen 12/30
Deerclops 12/20
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MonadoRe (re=3 in Ainu) 2/??
Typheus' Might && Fluorite Octet 5/9 (Windy Octet)
Cetus' Crusher && Fluorite Octet 1/9 (Lighty Octet)
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=CHARGE=
-25 / 50- Isaac
+2 to Modpack
=ACTION=
I create a barrier around the AG Player with the lowest HP.
The dream that you've never dreamed is suddenly about to FLOWER.
Chair-City? (Ind) (Tra)
Dark Matter Propulsion System: 6/10
Nanogel Spaceship Hull -c Ventilation System: 3/4
Medigun & Australium: 3/?
==Actions==
Bender shoots the WB-Mech with Bender's Gun.
Colossus Climb: 6/10
Lothyra is now making her way up the G-Mech's abdomen, heading straight for its chest.
In the grim darkness of an imprisoned Minecraftia, there is only war.
Lothyropolis
I stare at the WB-Mech. Without so much as an attack, I emanate a psychic shockwave. Oddly enough, this shockwave does absolutely nothing to the opposition. Its effects are far more indirect than would be originally expected.
Meanwhile, in Grayhold, a large tube rests in the center of a certain room. This tube is full of rancid water, infused with the essence of poison. Within it, float six Zombie Brains, as well as a large pylon connected to the floor. Immediately, an odd device with a crystal cluster at its core, and some Vesperium framing lights up, emitting violet energy, which promptly interlocks with a Vis Relay at the apex of the pylon. The brains begin to accelerate in their watery abode, receiving a psychic signal from the Battlefield. At this, their acceleration causes a disturbance in the foul water. This is detected by a motion-sensing charm. This immediately activates an Essentia Valve nearby through a now-active straight line of Redcrystal, causing essentia to flow into a large device, plated with Voidmetal. A simple endothermic-radiative essentia amalgamation device. Of course, I used up an entire Silverwood tree whilst I was experimenting with the design of that thing, not to mention the time I spent on the actual designing and theorizing. It had better be worth it, however marginally. A thick, purple (not violet!) liquid flows out of a tube on the top of the three by three meter device, and into... something else. And, by that, I mean the primary reason I sent the psychic wave. The liquid Vis, composed of varying amounts of Taint and actual Vis, flows into a square device composed of Silverwood timber, and gold, as well as a large amount of spells. The Vis comes out the other end of the device, looking quite a bit lighter than it did when it went it. That should be a high enough concentration to actually fire this thing. The tube pumps the entirety of the liquid into the back of a large, cannon-esque device made of Greatwood, and decorated with gold bands. It is connected to the walls, floor, and ceiling of the large room through corotite struts. A golem carries a globe of grayish light-blue crystal and arcane power to the other end of the modified Arcane Bore, and screws it onto the tip, before returning to its home chest, ever vigilant (CONSTANT VIGILANCE). The device, lacking a conventional base, emits a low crackling sound. The wand focus attached to the end fires of minuscule bolts of electricity in anticipation. Finally, the device receives enough liquid Vis, and fires. A single bolt of blue lightning erupts from the focus, firing into a mirror with what appears to be an interdimensional portal in it. Back on the Battlefield, I draw the Hazel Wand swiftly, modified Portable Hole focus attached, and point it at the WB-Mech. A portal appears. Out of it, a potent bolt of blue lightning speeds out, nearly instantly striking the WB-Mech. The chain effects of the blast actually redirect themselves into the same Mech once again.
Mini-Ion Cannon 0/2
Mini-Bio Annihilator 1/4
5/5 For Healing or Building Mechanical Unit
5/5 for Text Based Magic
Battlefield: I guard a random player and I with gib armageddon
Orbital Weapons: Mini IC the WB Mech
Partial Inventory: Critmist II x34, Ultramarine, Ghosts of War, Gib Armageddon. Potion of Vis x5
I dupe 2 potion of critmist
Red's Wand AND Potion of Vis 3/11
-Anachron-
Great. Could you authorize Red to use magic here? Once again, it's necessary for survival.
...I suppose you may not know who that is. For the sake of simplicity, I'll call him a friend.
After getting the authorization, (and I will go ahead and assume he gets it unless otherwise informed), Blue pause for a few seconds, and then touches the red orb, which promptly fades. A few seconds afterwards, a person appears where it was.
Erelye, Amperzand, and Lothrya, meet Red. Red, meet Erelye, Amperzand, and Lothrya.
Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you all.
Red then asks Blue something in another language. Her reply is quite long, includes all three of your names, and sounds vaguely insulting at times.
Quill Pen && Sword Majjyks = ??? (Level ?: 2/?)
Eyeblenders && L. Electric Blender Elemental && Electric Blenders && Stephen J. Poplawski = Miscetis (Level 10: 5/11)
Pinky Swearer && Greater Left Pinky Elemental && Pile of Severed Left Arms = Scalpere Parum (Level 10: 5/11)
I pull out Ranchia, the Bottle of Ranch Dressing element. It reeks of the incredible power of Ranch Dressing. It's powers are nigh-unfathomable to most minds. I proceed to then take out the Orb of Condiments. There isn't much chance that the orb could fully control such powerful forces within Ranchia, but they could serve to direct it somewhat-not like I've already soulbound myself to Ranchia (and if I forgot, I do so now). I proceed to point Ranchia's opening at the G-Mech. The power within radiates-if it wasn't usually friendly to living beings, it would be enough to annihilate anything it touched, making it less-than-useful as a weapon. Of course, Mechs don't count as living beings, and indeed, they're actually pretty vulnerable to having foreign liquids in their systems. Especially if they're forced in there. I proceed to uncork Ranchia and have my own power and the Orb of Condiments power guide a massive, high-speed, high-concentration stream of Ranch Dressing into the G-Mech. I also slam it a bit with Fear No Anvil, just to make sure.
*change to alchemy not permanent
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Twilisaber: finished!
I proceed to perform faulty surgery on the WB-Mech.
THE PROPHECY SEEMED FAR AWAY
BUT FINALLY WE'VE REACHED THE DAY
GIVE UP THE PAST, EMBRACE THE STRANGE
EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT WILL CHANGE
When both sides are doomed, which do you choose?
DOWN HERE IT'S KILL OR BE KILLED
Duplicating three more HALI arrays, giving one from my reserves plus those three to the Players, arming them with suitable lvl10 weapons via the Origin Wands.
I then grab the carcass of the dead EG-Mech and portal it to the moon. I then block its return with Hard-Light and moving the portal out of the way.
1-3>Hard-Light MASHY SPIKE PLATE!fest GO. Mash some holes for Lothyra to climb in. +2 to gutza.
[Client thread/INFO] [Natura]: TConstruct, we're going to take over the world!
HIS HAND > 1/1 = Alex's Annihilator 7/11
The Bonper > 1/1 = UPDOP TERMNOP 5/11 (Irecreeper'd)
+2 to Irecreeper
I use COMBAT OPERANDI: DOOM RISING on the G-MECH!
The Bringer Of Hope Scope 19/30 (Irecreeper'd)
The Bringer Of Hope Barrel 19/30(Irecreeper'd)
The Bringer Of Hope Other Parts 19/30 (Irecreeper'd)
INVENTORY
Sometimes a battle yields no victor.
Fear is Freedom! Control is Liberty!
Contradiction is Truth! That is the reality of this world!
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