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    Longrod Von Dragonshaft
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    Geneforge Series
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Curious Artila (3/17)

  1. Hi everybody, I'm back! I've been gone these past few months, so I'm SUPER pumped at being back in my own house! Addressing the "meh," Zaego, I actually meant for that to be... not an idiom exactly, but rather an onomatopoeia of sorts, describing a noise I usually make when I'm disinterested or preoccupied with something. It's more of a "mrffh" sound than anything. Much of the behavior and reactions the character in question exhibits are really just a reflection of myself. I'll tone it down a bit, though, mostly because I'm uninteresting and in a perpetual foul mood. Those aren't the best traits for a protagonist, as you can guess. And I should probably say this to everyone now, before I forget: When I first started to write this story, it was without an outline (which I didn't know I needed), a resolution to my plot (please don't yell at me), or a full cast (which was killing me for the longest time, oddly enough). I just got back a few hours ago, and I've got less than nothing on my computer for some reason, but the reason I'm saying this is that I'm going to be inconstant in my posting of chapters. As for the casting thing, well, if no one minds, could you possibly......................make a few OCs I could use in my story? BEFORE you start admonishing me for my unpreparedness, I only need 3 or so! And I won't kill them off early. Promise! Well, that's it from me. G'night, everyone!
  2. re:1, 2. You know what an AU is, right? It stands for alternate universe. This story is not that. It instead follows an alternate ending to the story, where the Player Character (PC) never left the island, realizing that they could never fully integrate with Shaper society and indeed could be viewed as a monster due to the Geneforge's effects on them. I suppose my wording was unclear; Gaia is the PC. Is there even an NPC named Gaia? Either way, sorry for the confusion. I chose Brodus because I like the character; that reason probably doesn't hold water, but whatever. Gaia's distinguishing features are as follows: she is roughly 5'8", with a slim build. She has pale skin and platinum blonde hair worn long. She can be described as pretty, but not beautiful, with a heart-shaped face, large, toxic green eyes, and a small nose. Her attire consists of a traditional Shaper robe with the hood up, kept clean, though quite frayed, knee-high boots perfect for adventuring, a Belt of Genius, Charmed Plate, and Shaped gloves with steel knuckles embedded into the fabric. She also wears a scarf, merely to ward off stares. Usually open and friendly, she nonetheless suffers periods of depression and self-loathing, and can be somewhat indurate when handling other's problems. Rarely becomes angry, due to her vigorously maintaining her self-control. Because of the Geneforge, she is incredibly fast and strong, and those traits are usually passed on to the creations she makes. Other results of her modification include the telltale glow of anyone who uses canisters, occasional starts (as one would when they catch themselves falling asleep and jerk awake), and near-complete immobility of the face, and though she has recently managed to school her face into its former elasticity, she has to remember to make expressions when talking to others, as it is still has a mask-like quality. Brodus Blade is described in-game as tall, so in my story, she is nearly Gaia's height at 5'6", but is more muscular, as befitting her role in Vakkiri. Her features are typical of any Servile, complete with orange eyes (from the official art), and a long nose; however, she stands with correct posture, and expects the same from her subordinates. Along with a robe, her uniform consists of iron plate, which she claims allows more freedom of movement than chain mail, heavy boots, and her signature weapon: the Guardian Claymore, a 4-foot weapon traditionally wielded by the Captain of the Guard of Vakkiri and kept in immaculate condition. Brodus speaks and acts in a professional manner, rarely speaking in rhetoric. Is known to be the only one Gaia converses with for any stretch of time and is indeed the only one she counts as a friend. On the few times they work together dealing with large threats from the wastes, usually rogue swarms from the shattered remnants of the Sholai forces. Brodus often has to check Gaia regarding her methods in dealing with them, deeming them too harsh for any living creature. re:3, 4, 5 & 6: I chose G4 because that was the first title I ever bought and played to completion, so I know it best. I feel that I can use the environment and story to my advantage. I should point out that this world still follows the events of rebel ending of G4, regardless of any shift my implied ending doubtless caused; chalk it up to an alternate timeline. The goals of my protagonists are simple: to find a way to return to their time, and defeating the antagonists. How far they are willing to go depends on the situation, but remember that Gaia has indeed used the Geneforge, and any actions that are taken will be influenced by that. Seeing as this is a work in progress, the ending hasn't exactly been worked out yet, but I will take things to where they feel most natural. re: 7: It's hard for me to explain anything without getting interrupted every 5 minutes, but I'll try my best. The 2 antagonists are both known mainly as Eden. Distinguishing features include full black armor, a hooded cloak, and an altered gas mask connected to a small tank under the arm of the first that contains mysterious vapors. The second Eden wears the same outfit down to the mask, but their's do not connect to a tank. They control a small troop of approximately 30 soldiers and mages collectively titled Walkers, whose uniforms are modeled after the Edens' outfits, with a black breastplate, full gray robe, mask, and a knife with a distinctive scalpel-like blade made for slicing. Both Edens are completely identical, except for the eye lenses of their masks, which are green for the first Eden, whose voice may be more masculine than the second's, but it is not definite, seeing as the voices emanating from the masks are scrambled; and red for the second Eden, who may be female. May is the operating word here, seeing as they aren't human... or anything recognizable. They are described as,"not human, servile, creation, or any living thing. They are neither spirit or demon, and do not hail from any realm of existence. Truly, they do not live, but merely exist, and were born in the Void that all worlds exist in." Their plan is simple: use the magical abilities of all the mages and Shapers they win over to their cause to put the whole of Terrestia in a dream state, pulling their souls (or consciousnesses, or whatever you prefer) into the Void, where the two will reside as absolute monarchs for eternity. If you need anything else,you may find it in the story proper, but for now, it's like 3AM right now, so I'm out.
  3. I seriously just skimmed through this like an hour ago, and forgot about it until just now. Is it weird that I didn't piece the school thing together at all? I just assumed that Rawbone was either a wandering Thahd who essentially punched his way into Fyora godhood (if those carvings have anything to say about it) or was simply born there and was the latest in the long line of chiefs. I guess you're just better at context clues than I am Anyways, before we go too far off the rails, earlier in the thread you asked after my plot. Well... ........................... It's difficult, to say the least, but if you want a brief summary, here it is: With a deviance from any of the endings (that I know of), SotA follows Gaia, the lone Shaper of Sucia Island and my PC, and Brodus Blade, as they are transported to post-G4 Eastern Terrestia via lab accident (not the best of premises, I know, but cut me some slack, I'm new at this). As they adjust to their new surroundings, the duo will forge bonds with new allies, gain new powers, and right great wrongs. Terrible trials lie ahead of them, however, in the form of rogue Unbound, genocidal cultists of all races, and the looming shadow that threatens to overtake all the world. Join these heroines, as they attempt to halt the inexorable. Will they succeed, or will they fall to the End? Find out next time on: Shades of the Awakened!
  4. That is a point I can agree with. Moving on to another topic, earlier, I shared my thoughts on Trajkov. But what do you think of the other power player in this debacle, Goettsch?
  5. Yes, but due to its inherent flaws, as well as human nature, all of the Geneforge's chosen are destined to raze all that they have built into the ground. A sad reality, but power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.
  6. What Geneforge means to me... that's a toughie. Well, for starters, I was in love with the Geneforge series from the moment I started playing the demo. The way the story unfolds is amazing to me, as well as it's running theme throughout the series: life is a gray area all it's own, and no decision is without it's cost. In my first playthrough of G1, I chose the Awakened ending and used the Geneforge. By following my beliefs while charged with impossible, unstable magic, I became a monster, a mad god bereft of humanity who crushed thousands under my heel before my death, and I lived for a long, long time. But you know what they say: the road to Hell... From what I understand, all of the endings of G1 will leave you knowing you've done your best, but were unable find a solution that helped everyone. When you make a decision, you have to remind yourself that in the end, many will suffer because of you. Stepping aside for a moment, a surreal moment for me was when I confronted Trajkov. From what I garnered from conversations with various serviles and defected Sholai, I believed Trajkov to be a monster (oh the irony), maddened by canister use to the point where he was a rabid dog, to be put down as soon as possible. In reality, Trajkov seemed... sane(?) and rational(? again) to me, willing to treat with you in order to gain an ally in his war against the Shapers. Whether this was driven by his given reason of fighting the injustice the Shapers propagated or simply a power grab, the manner in which the story played out threw me for a second. Another was the Secret of Sucia (my name for it) and the manner of which you discover it. My conversation with Heustess and the entire area in general was freaking amazing (Ornk Lord, anyone?) I had to laugh at the one ghost who asked for intelligence once I picked the leadership option. The thought of it looking completely at a loss while I fed it my life story, shaper secrets, and general information like what I had for lunch that afternoon is always worth a chuckle. I can go on and on, but this series is one that is phenomenal to experience. What else do you need to know?
  7. You know what... I just sat down on my computer for the first time in days, and I began thinking: between sporadic access to a computer, ADD, and general nonsense that's been afflicting me, this is starting to get ridiculous. So screw the prologue, I'm splitting it in two and treating it as my first and second chapters. Please don't hate me... NOW! I have asked for your support and have gained a resounding "meh, I've got time,"! Thank you for that! And now, my politely interested audience of 6(?), the wait is over! Fresh out of Development Hell! Chapter One of my 60,000 word first work: Shades of the Awakened! This world shall end, however much you threaten or rage; the only question is whether it will be you or the dark being that haunts your dreams that ignites the first flames. Chapter 1- In Which Our Hero Blunders, And The Blade Is Not Amused Year 3997, Day 107 Subject #3. Species: Clawbug. Name: Rush. Summary: Heavy modification seems to be to its liking. Newer modification techniques show a great increase in both creation survival and overall effectiveness. Overall strength increase of approx. 30% percent, & agility increase of 40% from pre-modification figures. No noticeable side- effects as of yet. Continued monitoring required. Subject #7. Species: Glaahk. Name: none. Summary: Some increase in intelligence, or at least in memory retention. Able to follow four-step instructions with little difficulty. Overall summary: With no deaths, harmful mutations, or increase of rogue tendencies, The Gene Method appears to be miles ahead of the traditional methods of the Shapers. All creations made under this method show a level of mental refinement far beyond any traditionally Shaped creation. May return to the Warrens to lift more of Trajkov’s research. Must remind myself to treat Creont’s scale rot before it spreads past his claws; wouldn’t want a naked Cryodrayk walking around Vakkiri. -- Gaia, Shaper, Sucia Island I was doing a final check on the five creations in the abandoned school-turned-Shaping Hall based some miles north of Vakkiri. Filling up the bags of feed and judging the essence pool, I began to talk to myself, as I often did: “Maybe I should check on the rest of the creations before I go… meh. I can do it when I get back.” Apathy’s a beautiful thing, isn’t it? Adjusting my gloves and hood, I ensured that no part of my body was visible, save my eyes; those were impossible to hide, anyway. Exiting the newly refurbished building, I began to lock the front gate. “I need to get to the City in within three days for the rest of the equipment. Until then, they should be fine on their own.“ Finishing up, I laid my head against the gate. “I wonder if she’ll show up… I know I was wrong. It was entirely my fault, but honestly, I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I thought I secured it before… I didn’t know that IT was there, that something like that could exist… I… I didn’t…“ Images rushed into my head, as a familiar darkness cast a shadow across my mind: a blasted wasteland, infested with armored shadows; dozens of enraged spirits flying along the ice-encrusted ground, following the call of a robed figure in red plate; the same figure on the back of an enormous Drayk-like creation, flying straight toward a servile running in terror below— “Gaia?” And suddenly, a light appeared, banishing the memories for the moment. I blinked, trying to regain my focus. I spared a second to school my face into my default expression. Registering the concern in their voice, I turned toward the speaker with a grin, hiding any sign of the memories I experienced just seconds ago. “Brodus,” I said cheerfully, ”I hope this means you’re coming with me?” Keep your fingers crossed; with your luck, she’s probably serving you a lawsuit. The Captain of Vakkiri’s guard mulled over the question for a few seconds before answering. “Of course. You know, you make it seem like a pleasant outing to a swimming hole. I’m coming with you on this trip to protect you, as insane as that sounds. Speaking of, when do we leave? It’s nearly noon already, you know; we’re supposed to be at the Hill of Jars by nightfall.” As she spoke in her usual brisk, official manner, I couldn’t help but notice a few things about her; mostly small, hardly noticeable things, like how every muscle on the servile’s roughly five-foot-six frame was tense, despite her conversational (for her) tone, not to mention how her right hand never strayed far from the hilt of her claymore. I opted to shake Brodus out of her mood by getting her to laugh. ” You know, earlier this week I got crushed by a pile of books.” As Brodus began to ask after my health, I let the other shoe drop: “Honestly though, I’ve only got my shelf to blame.” Everything seemed to freeze at that moment. The birds fell silent, and the wind died. Somewhere beyond Space and Time, various Gods thought up a fitting punishment for such a heinous crime against Comedy. Brodus, however, only pulled a face. “What was that?” “Oddly enough, a stab at humor.” “I think you managed to kill it.” We shared a laugh over that. She’s laughing at you, remember? For a moment, I allowed the grin to slip from my face as the Memory returned to the fore of my mind, and my voice was hesitant as I asked, “Seriously though, are you okay? After what happened in the ‘Hole last month… I just want to know if you’re…“ she trailed off, unsure of the reaction I would receive. However, Brodus answered my inquiry with a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me. It’s over, and we’re both going to have to wrap our heads around what happened there. It’s something to work through, but I can handle it.” She thought for a moment, and then made another face. “I probably could’ve put that better.” “Yeah, all in all, it could easily have ended up a lot worse, when you think about it. Oh yeah!” With that, I dived towards the ground, pulling a large scroll out of the old, beaten-up backpack I had since I arrived at this island. Unrolling it, I leaned back to give Brodus an unobstructed view of the item: a perfect, beautifully detailed Map of Sucia Island, with the full aerial artist’s rendering of the island acting as the map itself. Small boxes painted in green identified specific areas on Sucia that were (relatively) safe for travel, with several types of icon depicted in them to show whether it was designated as a town, ruins, or simply a stretch of forest. The green boxes covered the majority of the Map; however, there were 2 red boxes, also. The first, when Brodus touched the box with a finger, identified itself as the West Workshop via a small space on the bottom of the map designated for that purpose. The second box, however, located on a tiny island in the middle of the lake, needed no explanation: The Screamhole, a place so absurdly awful, it was immediately described by Leader Khobar (who sanctioned the expedition) as “the entrance to Hell” and myself (who led it) as “Hell’s clammy butt-crack” upon its discovery. It was named after the only action the party took when they chanced upon the sole inhabitant of its mildew-coated passages, aside from “running” and (in at least half the cases) “soiling themselves”. I touched Pentil on the Map and inspected the distance between it and our current location. I picked up a faint rustling some miles off, noticeable only to me. “Okay, first off, it occurs to me that I need to update this; ‘Ruined School’ should now read ‘Shaping Hall’. Second, if we leave now, we should be meeting Nima in Pentil by this time tomorrow.” After a moment of pensive silence, I continued. “Of course, that was the old route. At this point, I don’t think it’s a good idea going through Vakkiri.” Rather, you don’t think you can handle all of the serviles staring at you. Are you sure you aren’t just a schoolgirl in a ratty costume? I found it best to ignore the voice in my head. “We can travel to the junkyard via the Wastes, and from there, head south to Pentil. Should average out about the same, don’t you think?“ As I put away the Map, my sleeve fell back from my arm, revealing pale, unblemished skin that even in the middle of the day glowed visibly; I once joked that I didn’t bother with lamps when working late. It became less funny when I began to set my bed on fire when I finally managed to sleep. I pulled the sleeve back over my arm, waiting for an answer. Brodus seemed confused by the estimate, somehow. “I think you’re forgetting something important; namely, how distance works. This route would take twice as long if we ran the entire way. Unless you found a portal in the wastes, I’m pretty sure you’re pulling figures out of thin air.” I’ll let you take this one, champ. “Errr… oh, I remember now. You see, we can get there in the time. For one thing, we’re not traveling alone.” A rustling I picked up some time ago began to grow distinctly louder. I detected 3 large bodies on the ground moving towards our location, with a fourth in front of them flying through the air. Brodus was in Warrior Mode, her sword out, and in an offense-minded position. “Don’t worry, Brodus.” My voice rang out across the clearing, understandable even over the noise. The brush seemed to explode outwards, revealing my greatest Creations, Cryodrayks all, returning from their scouting mission: Glacier, Artic, and Frigid on the ground, and Creont, my oldest and strongest, resplendent with his newly Shaped wings, now coming to a landing in front of them. Brodus Blade, one of the best warriors in the history of Vakkiri, could only stand there, mouth agape, at the sight. I held back a laugh as I tweaked her nose and continued before she got too indignant. ”And second, out of us two, only I will be running.” ... So there it is! Any constructive criticism concerning sentence structure, spelling, grammar mistakes, general story etc. will be appreciated and again, thank you!
  8. I don't know if anyone said this, but welcome JustifiedGlory! As I understood it, there is no way to stop the damaging effect in the Power Core, unlike areas such as the West Workshop. It may just be a trigger to get some text like,"This was where the key SHOULD'VE went, but two centuries in an environment like this wouldn't do any mechanism good," or some such nonsense.
  9. Oh. My. GOD. Thank you, Jerakeen, for unleashing nightmares. I would rather stay fuzzy and bejeweled for a while longer than be cleansed with fire by my own computer. And should I just make a new topic when I get everything I need, Slartibus? I think I'm just gonna call it by the name of my FF.
  10. This helps me so much I can't even tell you. Sorry I'm so far past my projected date, guys. I underestimated this thing's size (looks like a monster DX) plus ADD is kicking my ass. But now that school is over for the semester, I can really get working. So let me show what I have garnered reading your bio, Hyena: General: .G4 takes place about seven years after the events on the Ashen Isles. As I agree with your initial estimates of the ages (though I will point out that the PC is said to be the youngest at Greenwood due to his/her natural aptitude or somesuch, but that's a moot point because he/she is no longer important ) So the two can be placed in their late twenties. Greta: . Your first real interaction with Greta in G4 is in the Rebel Docks, where it can already be garnered that she is competent and intuitive, although the latter doesn't help much against Kyshakk blasts. You see that she has matured from her rather naive and sometimes contradictory viewpoint from G3 from her telling of the events on the Isles, which seems to allude that the G3 PC became a rampant canister user, as she avoids talking about them. Now, this can also mean that the PC died on the Isle of Spears, but the former gives a reason to her reaction to how the Geneforge altered you. She sees the Geneforge and the canisters as a necessary evil, though she doesn't use them herself, as shown by Jared the Weird's comments about how she couldn't understand lifecrafters, though he did allow that she was pretty much the only one who could be general... probably because he was too busy. In the Fens of Aziraph (Azirath?), she expresses horror over your decision to unleash Monarch on Western Terrestia (which may have contributed to Councilor Taygen (is that his name? The crazy old guy from G5) developing the Purity Agent.). However, she she sees the Unbound as the only option left to the rebellion, even knowing that innocents will be killed by the score. Alwan: I personally was surprised seeing Alwan in Dillame, due to my now extinct habit of clicking through text without reading it. He understands that the typical Shaper way of handling things won't work with the Rebellion, and instead seeks infiltrators to stop the Plan before the entire continent goes down in flames. As commander of Rivergate Keep, he is a strict, no-nonsense type of person, though he is quite courteous to you, his ally (if you go that route) and fair, besides. This may be due to your extreme usefulness to him, as his many advisors flash envious looks at you. A relationship is hinted at between him and Agent Miranda, and this expanded upon in G5. His policy on rogue creations is that of any typical shaper, that is, total eradication. When you ask him for his take on the events of G3, he doesn't mention the PC at all, due to their turning on him to spark the Rebellion in the first place, aforementioned canister abuse, and probably because he can avoid mentioning them, unlike Greta, his main adversary. Both seemed to hold a certain amount of remorse at the final battle in Northforge Citadel. Even though they never liked each other, each held a certain amount of respect for the other, having campaigned through the Ashen Isles together. Aside from this, hey, Slartibus, how do i change the Topic? The current one makes no sense anymore.
  11. Maybe with NPCs; it's my understanding that creations, due to the fact that they are born of your essence, are considered either mere animals (if dumb) or like your own children if intelligent which, as I think we all can agree on, isn't something anyone should want in a game. Though the examples were somewhat silly (okay, really silly ) I see some merit in them; personally, I feel some kinship with Brodus of G1 (who, by the way, was female).
  12. I should clarify that this is post-game G4, rebel ending, where Greta is alive, and Alwan is believed dead-- slight deviance from the ending of my own playthrough, which was trakovite (on a different note, can i point out how jacked up THAT ending was? Taking a course that was, arguably, the wisest, either *SPOILER* gets your butt executed or jailed for life. Makes you think...) As for your traits, Hyena, I believe I can make use of those, with some modification to better fit the parts of her personality I saw in G4.
  13. Well crap. I see your point, but I simply wanted to attract those who would be. On another note, should I put up my prologue before midnight, or smooth it out a bit and post it around noon tomorrow?
  14. Thank you, Slartibus... Wait, so is no one reading that excerpt? I need to make this clickbait. How do i change the thread name?
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