The crowd sweats as the music purrs into the late evening. Malice quaffs drink after drink as he spins the discs.
Keehar dances with Arielle, his hair plastering to his long skull. They take a break and Keehar escorts her back to the table where Devlyn and LK sit.
"Thanks for dancing with me 'Elle, it was very fun to move like that."
The large ape with his fiendish female followers comes by Gruumash.
"Hey, a pirate! You ever do any spelljamming work? I got a job needs doing."
Alaina talks with the older gentleman, Irv
"So now that you have arrived. do you have any plans? I can give you a suite if you wish to relax here. Everyone of good intent is welcome at my temple."
An assortment of various planar factions begin arriving at the newly-set up tent and table space. The sun begins a slow descent into the western ocean, painting the sky above the marble club buildings a brilliant crimson. A large ape in a cheap flashy suit and a Mr T starter kit arrives towing several tiefling-looking women in skimpy outfits along. A young man dressed in worn leather and linen appears at the edge of the forest. A wicked-looking bow is slung across his back.
Malice starts playing a much faster beat through the speakers. A latex-clad maralith begins a writhing complex amalgamation of Twister and vougeing on the parquet dance floor. As the twilight deepens the house lights begin to strobe over a sea of bodies.
Towards the pool the scene is a bit less loud and frantic, small groups talking and laughing over Dark and Stormies seved by Alaina's crew of waitresses and the ever energetic Acme.
The large fiendish-looking ape holds court near the jacuzzi, laughing and drinking with a crew of fiendish cohorts.
The travel-stained youth sips a drink from a cup fashioned from a bullhorn. He smiles at LK and Arielle. He seems familiar.
A red-haired woman appears on the green manicured lawn. Dressed in a white tunic and several items of copper and gold, she walks across the lawn to a large pool. A silver robot looking as if it was built out of a mishmash chrome piping, neon signs and vacuum tubes appears and rolls over to her as she sits on a chaise lounge chair by the placid water.
"Acme! Could you bring me a Dark and Stormy? I feel as if I have been gone for ages. It is good to be home."
*BEEP* At once, Mistress Alaina. Would you like anything else?
"Yes, please, some music, something classical should do."
The robot hurries off to a small tiki bar near the pool. It returns with a drink and gives it to the woman. She sheds the tunic and lies down on the chaise. The robot rolls to a small outbuilding. The mixed sound of violin, piano and cello begins to issue from hidden speakers around the pool area.
A glimmer forms in the wreckage of an old realm. Like a movie running backwards, the amalgamation of dust and ruins slowly straighten themselves out. An idyllic realm begins to reform, a gracefull mansion flanked by pools and outbuildings reassembling itself from the debris.
The Lady's Library sits near the Court District in the Lady's Ward. Quite possibly the most well-known library in the multiverse, it swarms with the hopeful and curious. Many search for the secrets of the Great Ring, but the sheer size of the book collection makes it difficult to winnow out the information they seek.
When the light fades and the fog thickens the library begins to prepare to close. A cubical being can be seen inside at the main reception desk chatting with a spiked-mitted woman carrying a large blue axe ..
Sock Puppet, I am so sorry to hear about the horror of your childhood, but it is a testament to you that you are able to transcend that evil period in your life and become the good person that you are today.
I didn't have anything that bad, but I faced my share of low-level bullying, although it was an odd type of bullying.
When I was younger, I developed earlier than other kids. I was large, both in height and breadth, looking like a Pop Warner youth football linebacker, the kind of kid you expect to be the bully. Of course, I was a shy bookish nerd wrapped in a beefy exterior. Many kids saw me as a good target, since I was formidible looking, but wouldn't put up a serious fight when challenged. One particularly bad memory is being on the playground and being surrounded by six other kids. They would knock me down as soon as I would get up, never giving me a chance to fight back. It went on for what seemed like hours, until the playground monitor finally noticed what was going on and broke it up.
I eventually dealt with the abuse by withdrawing into myself. I'm sure that that is one reason I became so involved with RPGs in the first place, because they gave me an outlet for my imaginings and a safe place to interact with others. It probably also fuels my absolute hatred of organized sports, as many of the kids who bullied me were part of these teams, and I was often verbally abused for not signing up for the school football team. It seems it was expected, by both students and teachers.
I still abhor violence, but I have made my peace with the fact that there are mad dogs in the world, and sometimes you have to fight back to show them a lesson. I eventually learned the fine art of intimidation, where bullies can be routed by the correct attitude without resorting to violence.
In other news: Superman, attempting to right the many wrongs Humanity has perpetrated on each other has taken every person of European descent living outside of Europe and deposited them in their country of ancestral origin. He has also taken all folks of African and Asian ancestry and placed them back in their respective ancestral countries as well. Currently he is pondering rounding up all Europeans of Viking ancestry and deporting them to Denmark, Sweeden and Norway.
"The Vikings had no right to kill the indigent populations and set up their own cities on stolen land," He has been quoted as saying.
World leaders fear that this could lead to a Indo-European rollback, where most Europeans except the Basque and Sammi will be relocated eventually to central Asia.
Let's go for a bit of twisted Vivaldi shall we?
Malice cues the pool's lighting system strobes wildly as the crowd starts to get excited. The various fiendish lasses run off in pairs and return in club gear: Skirts short, shirts shorter. They begin to dance with each other as the remixed classical song bumps out of the stacks.
Serafina ducks into a cabana and emerges with a back Lycra mini, black spiderweb pumps, fishnets,and a classic Sixties Charles Manson teeshirt tied in a knot at her belly. She's taken the time to do up a Goth makeup job with a pale face and blood red lips. She begins hanging out by the DJ booth, helping Acme and assiting Malice.
Blue-Drone 8 of PaizoMatrix 0 wrote:
Serafina, reclining on a chaise, suddenly feels a breeze. She looks down to find herself naked.
Oh come on! I just replaced that bikini!
Swears then settles back down on the chaise next to Alaina
How do you hang out with these Jacks?
Alaina smiles as she sits up and rubs some oil on Serafina to prevent any burning of newly-revealed parts
They're a bit perverted, and drunk, and crass, but their hearts are in the right place and they kinda grow on you after a while..
Tempest, Sister of the Trident wrote:
Unsure of the chaos taint inflicted upon the nomad leader, Tempest mixes up her attacks. High, low, front, back. Not settling into a routine and not underestimating her opponent. She holds off on calling her magic but keeps anti-chaos spells at the top of her mind.
The large foe is quick, and he presses Tempest sorely. The tines of his trident stab at her repeatedly
A fearsome hulking figure comes striding from the ranks of the Free Companions. Somehow he has grown and changed since he rode with his brother to claim Nimora's hand. He wears a helm that covers his face in a leering demon mask.
I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE, CHAMPION OF THE OATHBREAKER! IF YOUR MISTRESS HAD NOT BROKEN THE SACRED OATH SWORN TO OUR BROTHER BLURGHOOT NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED! OUR BROTHER WAS FOULLY ASSASINATED BY YOUR MINIONS WHO CURSED ME WITH DISFIGUREMENT! NIMORA THE TRAITOROUS WITCH MUST PAY FOR HER SINS AGAINST THE FREE COMPANIONS! COME AND FACE ME!
The large figure takes up a martial stance, swirling his trident about his head.
Nimora Orlbereth wrote:
Sorry for not posting sooner, this thread change has me all messed up ..
An angry rumble comes from the nomad horde. A loud voice, spell augmented, rises above the din.
"You would face me betrayer? Oath breaker? Then face me! Send your champion forward and he shall taste my trident's tines! If I should win, you will surrender your city to the Free Companions and yourself as my concubine! If your champion wins then we shall disengage our siege and return to our kelp plains! What say you?
After a period of rejuvenation, the swamp begins to regain its footing. Evil things creep out of their holes and once again congregate. A familiar figure capers about another familiar figure as they exchange words. A chain-wrapped figure looks on.
"Your palace is in ruins."
"That much is obvious even to a fool like you."
"Aye I am a fool, but who laughs last but the fool."
"There is not much laughing to be done here, for my daughter is lost to me."
"Perhaps we can bring her back."
"Perhaps, but we will need to build."
"Aye, build we must, and soon. We shall make an alliance of opportunity, yes?
A fool and a shadow
"Interesting. I shall contact what few of my minions escaped the last debacle."
"And I shall call my freakish minions, those that escaped the Plains of Roleplay."
"Very well, it is decided."
The three depart and begin their various nefarious tasks
At the back of the battle, atop a Megalodon is the Veiled One. Dressed in shining mother-of-pearl scale armor with a fierce demon mask hiding his face, the leader of the nomad force sends his next wave of fighters in. At the flank a sudden flurry of activity erupts as giant eels rise from their hidey holes in the kelp to savage Sandreef's cavalry
Joren positions his cavalry to assist the army in their charge. He firms up the left flank.
Melusine travels with the other priestesses to a Healing Cneter at the rear of the host. She blesses as many troops as her magic will allow, and readies her junior priestesses for the upcoming travails.
The first probe by nomad scouts dart in. Nomads riding fierce great white sharks lead swarms of trained barracudas into the first lines of defense. The fierce barracudas are finally driven off, but blood pinks the waters.
Balthus the Sea Wolf wrote:
The two spar back and forth, neither getting the descisive blow in. The rotund character on the altar finally yells ENOUGH!
Kumo backs off, bows to his master, then to Balthus and disappears into the background.
The rotund man smiles
That was impressive Gaisuum. What is your name?
He manages to trap one copy's claw in place, the other seems unaffected, but its claws do not harm Balthus. Kumo snarls, dismisses his (obvious) copy and backflips away in the water, coming out in a ready stance. He chants again, and begins to move speedily through the water.
The rotund one smiles wider
Then I have someone to test you with!
He claps his hands and a scarred sahuagin emerges from the interior of the temple. He has a milky eye, and is covered in scarification that peels his scales away in runic patterns. He bows to the large sea elf
Kumo, I wish that you would test out guest here. Flesh and magic.
The sahuagin, Kumo, grunts and looks at Balthus, bows slightly and walks to the front of the alter. He begins to chant and he splits into three distinct copies of himself
The slender figure chuckles
You showed that mongrel seadog a black pearl in there. As you mentioned, you were very inelegant. Still, you showed great power. harnessed wisely great power can accomplish great things. Do you have the humility to follow the Path of the Pearl?
A slender form wrapped in swirling cloth robes of varegated green appears in front of Balthus and bows. A small trident, long knife/short sword and a bandooleer of small globes across the chest are the form's only ornament. The form's head is hidden, only two jade green eyes stare out from green turban wraps
You are powerful, but inelegant. Why crack a snail with a mallet when a spoon will do?
Beyond Sandreef, out in the trackless Kelp Plains, a large host begins to form. The Free Companions have ridden their hippocampi over thousands of miles to hold council with the new war leader who now calls himself 'The Veiled One'. Rumored to be hideous in feature, he is a huge hulking sea elf, more merrow than elf in physique.
Despite these drawbacks, this Veiled One is luring hordes of nomads to his crimson banner
As you wish
The ferret-faced man is gripped by Balthus's power. The rest of the tavern explodes into action, scurrying away from the table. Several toughs begin to advance towards them
"Put Frakas down or ye'll be barracuda chum 'fore the tide changes!" One snarls