RP: The World of Skarr.   Posted by The Arbiter.Group: 0
The Arbiter
 GM, 202 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Tue 8 Sep 2015
at 20:34
RP: The World of Skarr
The man's arm was put back into it's socket, but after which he about passes out from the pain, and he wouldn't be using it any time soon. Control at this point wasn't really an issue for you. You easily subdue the remaining woman with the gun, who's terrified look you could see through her clear face mask. "Eve, just put it down. You too Brett." A second woman who didn't draw her own pistol before spoke through her speakers now, and the two complied if not relaxed. "We were prospecting. That huge quake caught us off guard while we were driving back, and then suddenly a cliff, and a tumble." She said giving the information you had asked quickly, even urgently. "But we have to get back. Unlike you, we can't survive out here without an suit and mask. One is dead already, and as you can see only some of us can walk, and there isn't any rescue coming our way, and we'd like to get back before our re-breathers runs out of power. So unless your here to help us, please do leave us be." For the situation, unlike the others, she was very calm, also from the deference the other gave her to speak you deduced she was also in-charge of this group. Her face unlike the others was resolute as opposed to fearful, the vibe seems almost military. She was a bit older, maybe 40 with dark curly untamed hair in her helmet.

At this point the orb deeming it safe, went back to retrieve it's load of Dust-rich ore.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 88 posts
Wed 9 Sep 2015
at 00:34
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora left the other woman alone when they began lowering their guns, and stopped trying to fight. Smart for them.

She then looks toward the other woman who spoke - the "lead woman" - with a mixture of amusement and interest on her face, and she stalked toward her like a friendly cat.

"Smart woman. And well-composed too." Glinora said as mentally assented for the orb to retrieve the dust ore.

"Hmmm...well from the looks of it, you're in quite the pickle then, aren't you?" she continued.

"Let's be honest. No help from your end is coming. And you're wounded, some dying, and you have no transportation. You're pretty screwed if I can say so myself." she continued.

"Unless I choose to help you, of course. I can save your dying and injured easily. I could probably restore your vehicle too, to be honest, or at least get you back to your base or town or wherever else it is you came from. But I do nothing for free, and like I told you earlier...Skaar is my backyard, and I was just taking a stroll." she added with a grin.

"How about we make a deal. I'll save your lives and use some of my precious energy to do so, and in exchange you all will do favors for me when I need them. I'm not even going to enslave you, nor am I even necessarily saying you cannot hold other obligations either - as long as they are not to my detriment. But you will owe me a life debt and I expect it to be repaid in full. And you never know...if I'm happy enough I may even possibly be able to be convinced to grant other assistance for you and yours in the future."
The Arbiter
 GM, 211 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Wed 9 Sep 2015
at 12:27
RP: The World of Skarr
The woman looked angry at your words. "So what, your some sort of demon then? You will help save life in exchange for a deal of favors? How about you help us because its the fucking decent thing to do, and then maybe we start trusting you. I would say you should do the humane thing, but your obviously not human despite what you look like." Powerless she may be, but pissed she defiantly was. You weren't sure if it was the work of pride or if she didn't trust you to keep your word. Maybe a bit of both. Either way she didn't wait for a response. "Manny, get the gear. Brett, your useless with that arm now. You stay with Eve and the others while Manny and I go get a tow and some power cells. While your here see if you can salvage something the from the buggy. Get Frank's power cells, he won't need them anymore. And you stranger, help if you want, but don't dare hurt anyone here anymore, or we all die shooting. Life on Skarr is tough, and death comes easy, we would't be human if we didn't know how to handle it."
Glinora Mencius
 player, 90 posts
Wed 9 Sep 2015
at 22:47
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora burst out laughing when the woman spoke to her.

"Oh ahaha! Oh that's good. Real good. You're a hoot!" she replied mirthfully.

"A demon? As if, lady! Those bitches ain't got nothing on this!"
she said as she moved her hands sensuously up and down her torso for a moment as she emphasized her words.

"But seriously...I'm not a demon. I'm not quite human either though. How to describe what exactly I am? Hmmm..."
she continued.

She walked toward the woman slowly.

"I am, more or less, the goddess of Skarr itself made manifest! Not quite a divinity, but something else entirely that can eclipse even such beings. Perhaps I am more the avatar of Skarr - a higher being birthed by Skarr. And you? All I see is a single desperate woman having a self-righteous hissy-fit because I won't bend over backwards and sacrifice my vital energy to just help you for free. Because it's convenient for you. Now who's the selfish inhuman one?" she said as she came closer, although she was walking slowly and her body language wasn't overly aggressive. She was still in friendly kitten mode still.

She did look at the woman seriously though, all of a sudden.

"I am like Skarr itself - as you personally stated - Skarr is tough, and death comes easy. You conveniently forgot to mention that nothing is free on Skarr, but that if you approach the planet right it can and will sustain life. You're alive now, aren't you? I am the same way - nothing is free, but approach me with proper respect like you would the environment and you'll not only live, but possibly thrive." 

She smiled prettily then, before her voice became deeper and more powerful. Her very presence was suddenly beautiful and terrifying, intimidating yet at the same time intriguingly awe-inspiring. The light grew brighter around her while shadows seemed to deepen, and her eyes seemed like they held as many countless mysteries as the planet itself.

"You would do well not to think to lecture me, little girl. Would you lecture a tornado or a sand storm? No. Then you'll certainly do well not to lecture me, the true spirit of Skarr! I'm not some petty demon or even fallen god or Grey alien or feeble human snake oil salesman! I offer much, but like Skarr give nothing for free without the proper respect."
The Arbiter
 GM, 225 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Wed 9 Sep 2015
at 23:36
RP: The World of Skarr


The woman stopped moving, she was obviously frightened now even if she was trying to hide it. "We, we don't need your help. We can make it. I can only see your help coming back to haunt us."

Eve, the woman with the gun before, on the other hand was not so resolute. "Just get me home. I don't want to die out here. I don't care what happens. I don't want to die." The lead female didn't respond, maybe out of fear, perhaps guilt, or maybe she just didn't want to make any sudden movements around you.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 91 posts
Thu 10 Sep 2015
at 00:05
RP: The World of Skarr


The very intense Glinora suddenly reverted back to her "amused kitten" persona she was displaying previously. Apparently, she was satisfied with this reaction.

"Everything on Skarr will haunt you, my dear." Glinora said to the lead woman. "It's what you do with that fact, and how much you can adapt or grow versus get out-competed and left by the wayside - that determines who survives and who is out-evolved."

She turned to the other woman.

"Now THAT is a more sensible response. Here...let's see. First I suppose I ought to patch everyone up and get rid of those nasty injuries."
she said as she walked towards the most injured person first.

"I'll show you I'm not all talk. Now watch, and don't interfere." she said as she prepared to gather her magic, considered the best way to get the most bang-for her buck, and then came up with an idea.

She then pointed her hand at the most injured person, and began to will their injuries to abate and heal. She would move her healing to each injured person in turn until no one was left injured.
The Arbiter
 GM, 228 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Thu 10 Sep 2015
at 19:35
RP: The World of Skarr


Holding out your hand, you eyes focused and at least in your mind you went over the numbers and solved the equations that allowed the magic to wrap flow outward in soft glow of light which prompted the regeneration. At first it seemed fine, as Eve smiled with hope, but then there was a discerning look on her face as she felt the bone reset into her, her skin quickly scabbed over and then peeled at hyper-healing speed, but it was quite clear it was not a pleasant thing (and you were pretty sure that even then there was some pain-dulling). But in the end of her healing she was crying out of joy more than pain. "Thank, you, it's fixed, thank you." But quickly went silent again as you concentrated on the healing beam.

You moved the beam to the others man injured on the ground. At first he was shocked by the effect, but your concentration and a wee bit of adjustment and you were able to make it a lot less painful. The last living man on the ground was unconscious, and likely would have died from a punctured lung. After you were done healing him he promptly woke up and coughed blood into his breathing mask, but after which he just stared at you dumbfounded as to what was going on. Even Brett, who had the gun pointed at you before let the light wash over him and the pain from his previous dislocated arm was undone. Unfortunately, the last man on the ground was beyond your healing beams ability... you could fill the mans body with a soul... but without knowing more about him in particular there wouldn't be any way to get his own soul back in the body, and then it would take a bit more than a small healing beam to bring him back, but still it was very much within the realm of possibility.

Over the course of the several minutes of healing, all of them, the difficult woman included just watched you work in awe. Actions always spoke louder than words, and watching a Wizard's magic in action was always something worthy of shutting up. Still afterwords, everyone was silent, perhaps they didn't know if you were done or not...
Glinora Mencius
 player, 92 posts
Thu 10 Sep 2015
at 22:33
RP: The World of Skarr
((Yup that was my intention - to "hold" and sustain a small but constant regen effect. I not only wanted to try out a concentration spell to help me learn the rules, but how you interpreted it was exactly what I was aiming for. Thanks!))

"Hmmm...well that ought to do it. I apologize for the initial pain, but the resetting of bones and rapid growth of tissue isn't necessarily fun, but it sure beats dying or being wounded. Plus, because of who I am I get to bypass all those pesky natural laws that normally would interfere with this sort of regeneration. But I believe all of you now should be in perfect health again. That man over there - he had a punctured lung, but that's fixed now too." she said, partially intentionally and partially musing aloud.

"Fortunately, I was able to save your dying in time. Unfortunately, that one man there was dead before I got to him so regeneration won't do much, although I did heal his physical body so at least it's in good form. It's the soul now. His life. I am debating if I should expend a little more of my energy and bring him back to life. I will, if you all make it worth it to me later on."
she said to them directly.

She turned and faced them.

"Tell me about this man. I need to know more about who he is as a person. He obviously hasn't been dead long, so I shouldn't have much problems locking onto his soul and restoring him to life. Not as some sort of puppet or zombie, but real true resurrection. It's only a single human soul, after all. No biggie for me. But I want to make sure I get the right soul, and need to know more about him. Also, if any of you have any personal effects of his you can provide me beyond his body, that will help me too. and of course, I need to know his name. His first and last name, ideally. but tell me anything you can about him. Who is is, who he wanted to be. What he was doing now. How he exactly died. his hopes and dreams and fears and worries. Tell them to me - and make haste. The more time that passes, the further his soul will drift from his body."
The Arbiter
 GM, 234 posts
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 The Judge
Sun 13 Sep 2015
at 21:52
RP: The World of Skarr
"What? You, can bring him back? But how?" Eve asked questionably, even with your amazing feats, that seemed like an impossibility. Suddenly maybe as a challenge, maybe out of a change of heart you couldn't tell, the group leader answered you, still though it was a tone of no-nonsense. It wasn't a robotic voice, but without the luster of emotion, it seemed more like an obituary than your information gathering you wanted, but it did suffice. "His name was Frank, his father was Gerett, I don't know his mothers name, she's already gone. He was a funny guy, or at least he thought he was. He would always make a joke in the worst of times, or at the expense of one of the girls self esteem. He has a wife back in Quaketown, no kids yet but they've been trying. If you want to check he might have a picture of her in one of his pockets, they loved each other. He wanted to strike it rich out here, get some dust ore, and move himself and his family away from Quaketown, still he would have hated it not putting his life on the line every week on these runs. I am guess he died from being thrown out of the buggy as it flipped and landing bad on his neck, there weren't any other wounds through the suit, but he was dead before anyone checked on him. He died on my watch and if you bring him back..." suddenly the raging emotion was back. "...then I'll personally pay your demon fee myself! And that includes everyone else here, you healed them despite what I wanted, but they were under my employment out here, there injuries were my responsibility, so their debt to repay them is mine, not their's, you got that!" With that the angry stare was back, at least perhaps until the dead would walk again.

Healing the body with evocation was one thing, but getting the soul back in, and then jump-starting it would be another. With the information about him, his intact body, and the fact he had just died within the hour, you were fairly certain you could attract the correct soul if it had any desire to continue living. A summoning circle made of the man's own blood, both on the ground and a second carved into his chest would be required for the easiest method for the summoning. You could do it with raw power without the blood circle, but he cost would double, but it would be clean. At that exact moment the soul was bound to the body it would teeter between undeath and life, at that point you could use evocation to jolt his body to a living state in which his soul and life would once again connect, or you could continue binding, using conjuration magic to force his soul into his own dead corpse for the rest of it's decomposing un-life.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 94 posts
Mon 14 Sep 2015
at 03:53
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora scoffs at her.

"You ask me how? Simple, really..." she replied. "I told you. I'm a higher being unlike which you have ever seen or heard of before, and I am a unique occurrence on skaar and am essentially an avatar of this entire dimension...in a manner of speaking. I can do anything, given enough energy and desire."
she added casually.

She then flat-out rolled her eyes.

"Ugh. I thought I told you I'm NOT a demon. I don't have a demon fee. I'm not even claiming your souls or anything. I mean I could, but it would be a waste of my time and energy...what am I supposed to even DO with such things? I'd have to ritualistically kill 1 or maybe 2 THOUSAND humans to harvest mystical energy equivalent to what bit I used to heal you all. You're a lot more useful to me as nature made you, not for some demon fee. I bet worship or favors or even a shoulder rub would be more useful than your soul at this point. I can think of hundreds of better things to do with a human than want a demon fee from them."
she said flatly mixed with disdain, followed by another roll of the eyes.

"Honestly...I'm actually more interested in Dust - especially refined Dust - than anything. And everyone here owes me - you are not some martyr nor do I wish you to be. I was hoping you all would help me procure and refine dust on an on-going basis. As long as people acknowledge they are in the presence of a VIP who surpasses their social, religious, and legal systems, I actually am willing to impart boons as rewards loyalty and good faith. The happier people make me, the more generous I can be persuaded to be. Like any woman, really."

She grinned.

"I'm aware that the horde cause constant issues for maintaining lucrative dust mining and food farming operations that also are stable and safe for humans. It isn't beyond my power to - for instance - ward a tract of farmland or stable dust quarry and make it so humans can come and go freely, but the horde and other native fauna are barred from entering. I can heal wounds and raise the dead. So you know I'm not lying. Oh yes, speaking of which...I have decided to revive this man after all. I could do this with a snap of my fingers, but I need to conserve vital energy as well as maximize the accuracy of my endeavor. Now stand back, and do not enter the circle I am about to draw or otherwise interfere."

Glinora then walked away and went over to find a piece of debris from the dune buggy that was roughly cup-shaped or bowl-shaped. Perhaps a curved wheel guard, or the back of a mirror holder or something. Or a cup or cup holder would work too. After finding something suitable, she went to kneel next to the dead man. She opened the enviro-suit, withdrew one of her knives, and made a shallow incision on the man's left arm. She let about a cupful of his blood bleed into her makeshift bowl before pinching his wound and holding it closed for 20 to 30 seconds to help facilitate natural clotting, and stanch the bleeding. She then used her dagger to shallowly inscribe on the man's bare chest a runic circle laden with strange sigils that would make sense only to a wizard that was about the size of an orange in diameter, centered over his heart chakra point. She then withdrew the knife and closed back up the enviro-suit. She took her bowl of blood,  scooped up a handful of Skaar's soil from the site of the crash - which had sympathetic connections as the place of his death - and mixed it into the cupful of blood. She spit thrice into the bowl - the saliva of the man's benefactor (herself in this case). She then mixed these three things together with her dagger to create a makeshift mystical ink that would be perfect for her ritual as well as laden with enough symbolism to properly conduct Glinora's unique brand of wizardry.

She then used her dagger to trace a mystic circle into the soil around the man. It had many of the strange sigils as the circle on his chest did, but also had other features like an outer band and such that the chest circle did not. In reality, both circles were really just one circle - or at least all part of the same mystical system - but only a wizard would know that. She then dipped her dagger in the blood-ink she made, and re-traced the mystic circle in the soil once again, re-applying the dagger to keep it well-inked as needed, and she made sure the entire contents of the bowl were eventually scattered across the ground as a part of the spell-circle.

She wiped her knife clean and re-sheathed it, and stood up and raided her hands to the heavens.

"I, the great and powerful Glinora, wizard of Skaar and the most dark and fairest of them all, command the universe to yield and call the soul Frank, this human man here on the gorund of Skaar's bosom, and demand that he not only know life once more but that he truly LIVE once again! Let his natural human lifespan resume as if he had never died this day!"
The Arbiter
 GM, 247 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Sat 19 Sep 2015
at 13:45
RP: The World of Skarr


The look of shock on the woman's face after your named your fee was surpising. "Dust?! Your fee is dust? Gods and Demons, Bugs and Birds!" There was a bit of hysterical laugh. "This whole planet obsessed with the stuff! You'll get your dust." She remarked and continued to laugh at the worlds irony as you acquired the tools for resurrection. While you were drawing the circle a small rumble reminded you that the grounds you were on weren't the most stable, but beyond that no one else bothered you.

Drawing out the ritual, you are able to determine, with knowledge of Frank and his nature, that you would need a bit more spell power than what you originally intended. You were calling back a specific soul from the dead after all, and making a mistake would be... poor form at the least.

And restarting the body was violent enough to cause it to die again, which you needed to stop from happening all while you did bring him back, oh and to make it worse, you would also be healing his injuries at this time (wouldn't want him to die the moment you brought him back). This would require more than the power you had used to heal them with before, as this time it wouldn't be a matter of concentration as it had to hit him all at once. . Even still, it would not be a pretty process.

Preparations complete, you began the conjuration ritual first. As you hailed the spirit world you mind seemed to split from this plane. It was searching through a fog, the magic guiding you. You see a man in front you. "I am Frank." the man at first looked like him, but quickly you saw through the spirit's lie, for as it smiled the fangs of malevolence appeared. You brushed passed him through the mists again, calling out frank once more. As you traversed the realm of the dead with your mind, suddenly there was a massive boom like thunder and the circle around you glowed hot red as a spirit slammed against it in a pitiful rage. Continuing to move through the mist you follow a trail of memories that seem familiar, and the magic guiding you hovers over each, a good sign. Eventually you see a man laying down, as you call his name looks over at you confused, "Who are you?" But your magic surrounding him was more than enough for you to know that this was indeed Frank, and with the tether set you summoning circle reeled the spirit hastily, pulling it from the subtle mists of spirit anchoring it to the real world.

The moment his spirit was back in his body, the man's eyes opened, the curled upward in an unnatural position, and his mouth let out a horrible scream that pierced through his helmet, as the spirit was trapped in a dead body. You switched forms quickly and targets the man's body, healing, breaking, and repairing what needed to be.

Finally before your, breathing heavily, with some vapor still rising from his body Frank was once again alive and well.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 98 posts
Sat 19 Sep 2015
at 15:17
RP: The World of Skarr


Glinora stepped back, and let out a long sigh.

"Whew. It is done. I have returned your Frank back to life. Not as some unnatural undead horror but true, life and blood resurrection." she said aloud as she stepped away from Frank to turn to the others.

"Frank...stand up! I've given you strong legs to stand on now, and a life to stand with. You've spent enough time on the ground lately, yes? I have granted you another chance at life but you will be the one to pull yourself up from the ground and stand once again." she said firmly.

She looked at the others.

"Yes...this planet's fixation on dust is...exasperating, is it not? But in my case my need for it surpasses mere greed. It had strange and wondrous properties that I can use to replenish my vital essence. Essence I - mind you - have used a good deal of now to help you and your party. But it sure beats a demon fee though, yes?" she said with a smirk.
The Arbiter
 GM, 256 posts
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Sat 19 Sep 2015
at 22:17
RP: The World of Skarr
Frank stood up. "Whats... whats going on?" He looked over at the wrecked buggy. "Oh shit, we crashed, is everyone ok? Who's she? How come she's not in a suit?" He then looked down at his chest. The circle of blood you had drawn was now brunt into his flesh as a permanent mark. Something you could track down later if you needed to. "What the hell?"

"Frank, we crashed, hard. You got hurt bad, we thought you were dead, but maybe not. I don't buy her act, but apparently this woman has some advanced healing tech, or maybe Grey Mind Power, or something like that if she's using dust." Before you got offended, you think that even she didn't believe what she was seeing, but perhaps the only way she could admit to anything aloud like this was a rationalization of it. "Everyone gather your gear up. We'll head back to Quaketown with the nice lady." And with that everyone set in motion with a vigor they did not have before. They looted what they could off the buggy which was still smoldering in the oxygen poor atmosphere (perhaps some other chemicals were keeping the burn up, it sure did stink). But there suits were durable, and they could withstand the flames enough to pick it up. Frank investigated the mark he had on him, and that on the ground, but gave up trying to figure it out, put a bandage over it and just grabbed a suit-repair run and glued it up with some instant-plastic from a supply box. The team leader came to talk to you as they got ready for the hike back. "So, you're Glinora the Dark and Fair you were shouting back there and no demon fee, but a dust fee. Just how many ounces of purified dust are we talking? I noticed your Grey-bot over there has a bunch of dust ore. And like I said, if you want a payment you deal with me. We're Weaver and Company and I'm Weaver. I divvy out their pay, so I can get the Dust you need so badly to replenish."

Your knowledge of dust, improved by your actual interaction with it before had let you believe that about 1 oz of refined dust was worth 1 point of Mana. Meaning your many pounds of rock being carried by the Orb would be much lighter once refined.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 99 posts
Mon 21 Sep 2015
at 22:21
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora rolled her eyes disdainfully at the lead woman.

"Oh puh-lease. I'm not some Grey. And I don't use mock technologies for my magic. I've never even heard of even high-end tech that can truly bring back the dead. Not a quick he's-been-dead-only-a-minute resuscitation, or turn his body into some sort of borg thing. I delved into the edges of the spirit-world, swatted away hostile spirits that wanted to enter his body without my permission, found him, and returned him here to his body. Then I jump-started his body."
she said matter-of-factly, like it was nothing more than a mere annoyance that took a moment of her time rather than the miracle it truly was.

"Not that I care what you think, really. I just care about results. In this case, I want all the dust you can give me. Although I can be a reasonable woman if I'm in a good mood - and right now I am. I had an idea that might be to both of our mutual long-term benefit. One that can help provide me with a steady supply of dust while doing the same for you. We can discuss it after we return to quaketown and you help me not only refine the dust I have, but hopefully give me more to replenish my reserves of energy."

She shrugged.

"Dust isn't the only way I can gain energy though, it's just one of the most efficient. I could just go on a genocidal killing spree of humans, Grey, and horde alike and harvest the bits of energy your lifeforce offers. There's other ways I can gain vital energy too, but I won't bore you with metaphysics. But like I told you, it's grossly inefficient and would take 1 or 2 thousand people to give me the energy an ounce of refined dust would. Plus, I may be temperamental but I'm not out to murder everyone and everything on sheer principle or anything. And as you've seen, I can even be nice too." she said off-handedly.

She considered.

"How long will it take you to return to quakeland on foot? I could try and snap my fingers and fix the buggy, if you'd like. Or perhaps just teleport us all back to quakeland instead."
The Arbiter
 GM, 264 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Tue 29 Sep 2015
at 22:09
RP: The World of Skarr
"You still haven't given a straight answer about the cost, and when your talking about murdering a couple thousand people like it's no big deal, you wonder why I call you a demon. Not even the Horde can sound that bad, their just dangerous animals. But fine by me if you want to negotiate later.

And unless your going to fix the buggy out of the kindness of your heart, I'd rather not be in debt to you any more than you already think we are. So we'll be hoofing it."


As per her earlier orders everyone had gathered everything useful from the scattered suppliues and the busted including several two-wheeled dollies or wagons to pull behind them. Low tech, but wheels were better than nothing when walking.

"Lets move out! I don't want to be here for another big quake like before!" Before going anywhere though she handed you a helmet like her own, speakers included. "Whether tech you have or not, put this on and we avoid a lot of questions later."

((If your done here, I'll fast-track this to the town, otherwise you can stop this here.))

The journey was easier than you would have though initially, on foot it was not as slow going as it could have been. While a buggy allowed a lot more supplies, it couldn't navigate the broken terrain as well. These were tough people who were use to working hard out here on the frontier of Skarr. Soon coming around a patch of low mountain hills the signs of recent earth-moving was gone besides some rock slides that had been cleared from what looked like a rarely traveled road from the buggy tracks. You were officially out of the The Cragged Surface.

The radio tower you saw on before was not on Quakeland proper, but on the top of the nearby hill. You see a building up there, likely a watch tower of sorts. Quakeland itself was interesting. Built of several numerous soot-stained white domes placed on massive metallic "feet" with a lot of springs. There were tunnels connecting these domes with walkways and trains. On the ground-level huddled between the feet of the domes were the true slums. Patched together and sealed using all the engineering one could, the sprawl of shacks formed a single 1 story structure. You saw at several places wires, and very flexible pipes ran down from the dome-buildings above. Unlike the domes above, the slums were not connected by walkways. Instead one had to either suit up to make the trip, or catch a ride in a sealed rover. A small rumble shook the land just a tiny bit and you saw that while the domes stayed motionless with their shock-absorbers, the slums would feel every vibration of the unstable land near by.

Honestly though the domes themselves were not better off. The place had seen better days. There were several domes that had collapsed on the ground and cracked open (some unfortunately on the remains of some slums below). Some domes didn't have the glass and metallic tunnels between them. For those you saw buggies or trucks driving up large ramps into airlocks.

Defensively you saw that at any point the ramps could rise up should the horde or other attackers come. Putting 100 feet jump between the doors and the ground, and you saw several turrets on the bottoms of the domes (especially around the feet that kept them up). But the fact the slums are built on the ground must mean that over-population for the resources available was worse then possible attacks on Quakeland, still... you notice that those same guns could easily rain down plasma or lead down on the slums as much as it could guard them.

A patrolling rover with a big gun attached to it's rear headed over to your group as you headed toward the town, Weaver's crew waving at them in greeting as they pulled to a stop close by in front of the group.
The Arbiter
 GM, 269 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Tue 29 Sep 2015
at 22:55
RP: The World of Skarr
As you were walking towards Quakeland the Staff of Nine appears before you. It would have hit you on the head quite comically but harmlessly but your fast reflexes and amazing speed stopped the arbiter from getting any slapstick amusement out of this... at least he didn't send it to your foundation cube. ((And he considered it ;) ))
Glinora Mencius
 player, 107 posts
Tue 29 Sep 2015
at 23:37
RP: The World of Skarr
((LOL I am sure he did consider it!))

Glinora rolled her eyes at the woman.

"I am a demon only in the most figurative of ways. And don't kid yourself - I (somehow) am aware of great amounts of Skarr's history and attributes. You humans have collectively done much worse than I ever have. And I am fully aware of multiple occasions of settlements of humans and even the occasional Grey being wiped out by a horde rampage. But to cut to the chase...I tell you these things simply to be up front and honest. I never said I wasn't dangerous. I merely said I have no intention of killing you is all, so be a little more grateful I'm being so honest with you right now. I do have a magnanimous side, if you appeal to it properly."

She looked at the mask the woman offered her with contempt.

"If you think I'm wearing that, I really will start killing people. Or at least whoever is in charge of your fashion design." Glinora said scornfully with disgust. When the woman mentioned trying to keep a lower profile though, Glinora sighed softly.

"Oh fine. I don't feel like wasting energy leveling your settlement and if means I have to wear the damn mask - for now - then I will. Hmph!" she said as she took it and put it on.

At the same time she put the mask on, she non-chalantly caught the staff that appeared suddenly out of nowhere and fell above her. She rolled her eyes upward at some unseen presence - the Arbiter most likely - but then looked onward as if it was nothing.

-----------------

When they arrived at the settlement, she gazed all across its surface.

"Wow this thing is a ramshackle mess." Glinora stated firmly in assessment.

"I wonder how much longer you humans will be able to maintain this settlement before either the horde or Skarr itself devours you. Your technology can only go so far. Although on the flip side, I am impressed it is in this good of working order given the population and obvious other issues that I'm seeing here, like resource and food shortage and such. I will always respect humans for their tenacity to survive." she continued.

She then looked thoughtfully curious.

"So tell me more about what you do to survive. How do things work here? what is your social system like here and what form of governance do you have? and tell me about your mining business."
The Arbiter
 GM, 281 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Sun 4 Oct 2015
at 22:30
RP: The World of Skarr
On the way over weaver was able to give you the information you had desired, begrudgingly perhaps, but eventually she seemed to warm up if only "Governance is a strong word now days. And Quaketown is about as free from governance as you can get. You have those who live their crappy lives in the Habitats and those that live even worse in the slums below. Each habitat has a Representative of sorts, they end up being the guy with the most dust to throw around, or if not that then enough tough guys to take what he can. Still though there is a standard of business. You aren't likely to be killed or robbed. Cheated and swindled for sure, they will be quick to nab your credits in a poker game or with some crap tool you thought would work. Still the major players here would be Lady Rin the casino and merc owner, Tibet leads the gangs down in the slums, Larson is likely the richest man here besides Lady Rin, he owns quite a bit of space here and pays enough muscle to keep rent coming. Maybe Duly as well, he's who I contract with and is in charge of perimeter defense, scouting, and leasing out to mining editions like myself. We go out in the Cragg and try and find dust deposits, we find any we load up as much as we can. We find a lot and we call in for some hovercraft for a fast mining operation. We get to keep what we loaded up our selves, and get 30% of the profits off the rest that is mined."

"There is also the Engineering Guild and Opbot maintain the refineries, reactors, life support, weapon systems, structure, hell damn near anything. There's kinda an unwritten rule that everyone gives what they can to them to help them out. While they take a vow of poverty, they don't really lack for anything, go ahead try and cheat them, and see how high up on the priority your repairs or maintenance gets. Opbot keeps them fair though and doesn't interfere with others groups. Anyway, it's them we give the Dust to in return for credits, and then they refine it, put it in to the reactors then people turn around and spend credits on the Matter Reqs ((Resequencer)) for stuff. Opbot keeps the system level, raises and lowers the price of dust as it's needed, raises and lower the price of matter for the Reqs as the power and material levels go up and down. Post-Req stuff, complicated stuff like whole machines, or other complicated stuff is free market though."


As the turreted buggy makes it way to the group it finally stops and Weaver goes to talk to a man that steps out of it.
"Where the hell's the buggy? Duly's gunna be pissed."
"Screw you Hall, where the fuck was our evac! We almost died out there."
"We you guys made it just fine didn't you, and whoa... who's the hot one?"
"Just get us to the hanger please, we had to walk all the way back. I'll take the tow for the buggy." She practically shoved him back in the cab and the other loaded up their stuff and themselves in to the bed in the back of it. As you move over following the others the man named hall gives you a bit of a wave in the cab, while sleesy you're impressed he could convy this sort of cat call while in the cab of a vehicle and also in a environmental suit and helmet.

The buggy drove you and the rest of the crew toward the one habitat dome without any connection except for the ramp at the bottom. On the inside there was an airlock and exchange of atmosphere before it opened into a hanger bay for several dozen rovers. Men were working with power tool, torches, and solders, it was a regular grease monkey's chops shop. Inside here, the crew began taking off their helmets. Weaver's hair, while it seemed crazy in the helmet seemed to pop out once she had it off, so much so you wonder how she got the thing on. The crew began to throw glances at you now that their helmets were off, as if to wonder if indeed you were still real.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 112 posts
Mon 5 Oct 2015
at 22:46
RP: The World of Skarr
When Glinora saw everyone else taking their helmets off, she sighed with relief and took hers off as well. Unlike the others - especially the lead woman Weaver with her bouncy decompressed hair - Glinora's hair and overall appearance somehow was just as striking and "well put together" as it was before she put her helmet on. And her hair immediately fell into place in a neat and tidy manner, as if she had never put the helmet on at all.

Those glancing at her would note that she looked the same as before when she saved their bacon, and that she was quite real. Her presence was as overwhelming as before, but she was very much real and solid.

"Sweetie. We need to work on that hair of yours. You've got a good enough figure and body type to work with - I could make you into a hot bombshell with a proper make-over. But you definitely dress down. Then again, though, you've been in that abominable helmet for who knows how long, so I can't really tease you in good faith now can I? Although I am dead serious about giving you a make over though later, if you're up for it." Glinora said to her pretty seriously.

"Hmmm...so this place sort of runs itself, and while it has some basic community rules like don't overly rob people and such, it seems it's pretty much on the more anarchic or perhaps tribal or group-based side of things than anything with equal doses of might makes right, money is power, and skill and influence matter. Seems about right." she continued, giving her own assessment.

When the man named Hall made a catcall at her, glinora rolled her eyes disdainfully at him, not even hiding that she thought he was way, way beneath her. She was trying to be mildly insulting, but since it was her doing it, it still probably came off as kinda hot regardless. In that sort of dismissive dominatrix sort of way.

"Interesting people around here, and I see a lot of possibilities. It's an interesting place. Certainly worth making a pit-stop at anyhow, and potentially worth a lot more. I can think of at least 20 ways I could make this into the most bad-ass dome-city on Skaar. If I want to invest the time and energy, that is. But right now, I'm more worried about dust and relaxing a bit." she said, as she began to consider some ideas on how to make Quaketown into a bastion of her influence and power. She'd probably just go about from faction to faction, and assert her dominance over it in turn until she was queen of the city. And of course, she was too prideful to just work everyone like slaves. She had at least 20 ideas on how to make the entire place bigger and better under her patronage in a way that would probably ultimately benefit both Quaketown and herself. Followers that were taken care of were followers who were more fit and able to do good work for her in exchange.

But for now, she wanted some refined dust. As well as to have her orb's ore refined too.

"Weaver, I want you to refine the dust ore my orb is toting around for me, and also provide me with some more like we discussed earlier. I'm a bit drained after saving you and need some refreshment."
The Arbiter
 GM, 292 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Wed 21 Oct 2015
at 06:43
RP: The World of Skarr
The others got to unpacking their own gear and performing their duties as best they could. Weaver ignored your comments about a makeover. "Dust? Right. We'll have to go see Opbot then if you want the refined stuff back. The Guild will take a percentage of course to pay for the refining, but they never overcharge. And I can pay out 9 oz of RD now, and we can talk later about setting up something you said about a business deal? But first I have to get some time with a hover-tow for the buggy."

Before you two headed out yet a tall skinny man with a no nonsense attitude arrived. "Weaver! I'm glad everyone made it back alright, I guess you weren't as bad it sounded over the radio."
"Duly you son of a bitch, we almost lost someone out there and you lucky it wasn't worse off. I radioed for a damn evac why the hell didn't it come."

"Listen I wasn't my call, Kerrigy has the toe for a job and the Heart Sisters Helivac said you didn't have enough credits to charge."

"The hell does that mean?! You couldn't have fronted it!? You know Clark owes me enough credits to pay for 5 medivas, and he's just the one person I've dolled out to!"

Just then Duly noticed you next to her and while he kept talking to Weaver, he couldn't seem to take his eyes of you. "That's what I've been telling ya to stop handing out credits over you bleeding heart. Look at the pickle you got yourself set up in. Your technically broke, and if you die out there everyone who does owe you ain't going to be paying anything back. Now if I may ask who this enchantress is in my workshop?" He flashed a smile towards you, which caused Weaver to seeth before marching off.

"Demon lady you sit tight and I'll round up your blasted RD!"

"Demon lady? Now thats a bit harsh" Duly called out after her but then his attention was drawn back to you. "Are you new to Quake-town? How about I give you a look around while we wait for Weaver?" That charming smile was back, a gentleman's smile rather than a lude cat call.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 120 posts
Thu 22 Oct 2015
at 00:25
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora watched the interchance of Weaver and Duly with cat-like amusement.

Go with Weaver and work with her to get that ore you're carrying refined. Then bring back the refined dust as well as the 9 oz of dust Weaver said she will add from her own stash. I will be fine for now, and will signal you mentally if I require your presence before you fetch the dust. If you need me for anything, I'm just one thought away. she thought to her silvery lustrous orb.

She turned to Weaver.

"I expect you'll negotiate the best ratio of exchange for my ore that is possible. My orb will accompany you to get my ore refined, as well as retrieve the dust from my ore and your 9 ounces. It will know where to find me. Now leave us." she said as she made a gesture with her hand motioning for Weaver to get going.

She turned to the man as Weaver left.

"Ah - Duly, was it? I assure you I'm no demon. Weaver just has her panties in a twist, and of course is probably jealous you're smiling at a woman who utterly outclasses her. Although I'd say it's at least 80% her having her panties in a twist." Glinora replied with a purr as she gave Duly a gregarious smile.

"And good sir, I would be honored to accept your offer to escort me on a tour around the town. It would be much more exciting than just standing here all day waiting on Weaver - bless her heart." she said as she extended her free hand to duly to take.
The Arbiter
 GM, 300 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Fri 23 Oct 2015
at 15:54
RP: The World of Skarr
Your much flattened floating trays of rocks (Orb) wandered off to complete it's mission giving a mental acknowledgement to you, causing weaver to look back and roll her eyes, but seemed to accept this.

Duly took your hand. "This here is my Garage, here prospectors or scouts can store their own buggies or rent ones. They can also buy or rent supplies. It's a nice living and I enjoy seeing the work done here thoroughly, but I think a woman of you fine fashionable sense should be up for a more gilded scene?" The man was clearly intelligent, and a well spoken business man but still nothing more special than that from what you could tell." He led you off to one of the elevators. "Weaver's a decent prospector, and does what good she can around here, but honestly it puts here behind sometimes. The worlds a rough place for a honest woman who happened to genuinely care about others. I wonder what the world would be like with more people like her. But still..." He trailed off. It would be interesting to know how you wound up with her?" He pressed a button and turned a key he had on a small lanyard from his pocket.

Near the top floor some moments later the elevator opened up into a hall with a curved window balcony at each very far end. By it's low slope you judged you were perhaps 80% of the way up. There were two door, splitting the floor into two flats. He went over to one door and pressed a pin-pad to get in. "I wouldn't call it too early for drink, if you wouldn't either my lady? I happen to have some Chilled Corry Wine, it's supposedly one of the first lander's batch if you believe stuff like that." His apartment let you know that being in charge of the main garage of Quaketown had it's fair share of profits. It was well decorated, and despite a minor mess of electronic tinkering on a workbench was in a hospitably clean taste. Rugs, furniture, a kitchen with a small fridge. An appliance labeled "Food Rep" though seemed to be the apartments's main source of nutritional income. There were a few books on a library shelves.

There were photographs too, all of which caught some glimpse of interesting things. One was of what you could only assume a hovercraft with glowing rings surrounding turbine blades. Indeed one of these would be large enough to lift the buggy from it's place back it's crash-site. Another photograph was blow up a bit as you could tell, but even then it's central focus was that of a silver orb behind a standard Skarr jagged spiked mountain peak. This orb seemed errily like a version of your own, except perhaps many thousands of times larger. Another photograph was especially interesting. A dark cave with a trickle of super saline creek. While most of the cave was dark and void, some light reflected off a few odd structures. Natural silicon cubes seemed to form from the walls. To one side of the photograph you could see the light catch off the corner of a cube that might have been a much larger one, perhaps taller than whoever took the photograph.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 123 posts
Mon 26 Oct 2015
at 23:39
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora's body was far more resilient and overall refined than a mere human's. And certainly had a better, more evolved metabolism. To put it shortly - she could handle a drink...or twenty.

"No time is too early to drink, if the drink's good chilled." she replied to him.

"As for Weaver? She's a bit overly wound up and could use a make-over. Seriously. But she's got a lot of potential compared to normal people. She just needs to the right...catalyst to draw it out, is all." Glinora said in an amused tone of voice.

"Her being an honest woman who actually gives a damn about people isn't necessarily a bad thing. It's just that kindness requires the strength to back it up. Weak people should work towards self-improvement until they are stronger. And kind people need to know when to crush under heel those who abuse their kindness. Once others realize a kind person's generosity is a gift freely given that can be taken away at any time, they will grow to respect the kind person. Who then by all means can be as kind and bleeding heart as they wish, for they have the strength to afford to be as kind as they wish and it is their privilege to be kind to others. Weaver just has not figured out, yet, how to both be a kind person while letting others know her kindness is a gift of charity, not something that they are entitled to. But she will learn." she said with a smile.

She then pointed to the pictures on the wall. The one with the large sphere that she presumed had something to do with the Grey, and the one that had a peculiar figment in it that somehow gave her a reminder of the cubes she was hunting.

"Those pictures...can you tell me about them? They are intriguing and certainly different from your every day scenery and pictures. Did you take these pictures?"
The Arbiter
 GM, 311 posts
 The Creator
 The Judge
Sat 31 Oct 2015
at 00:22
RP: The World of Skarr
"Ah, Yes. The hidden beauty of Skarr. Or so it's supposed be the artists idea of it. And I while I would like to claim them, no. Ronold the Shooter was the artist named. Nearly 30 years ago he apparently went out to find any beauty he could in Skarr. Personally I the only one I see beauty in is that hovercraft there. The Grey Orb could be a fake, or perspective altered to make the thing look bigger. As for the cave, likely just some geode formation the guy thought looked nice." He eyes you up and down. "But I don't know why he would ever want to leave the beauties of more civilized society." Clearly his interested in talk fading; he drew closer to you.
Glinora Mencius
 player, 126 posts
Sat 31 Oct 2015
at 00:53
RP: The World of Skarr
Glinora caught the man's attempt at flattery...and appreciated it! She showed this appreciation by being mildly dismissive of his complement rather than breaking a finger or dashing his ego to pieces or something for his presumption. It was a generous thing, on her part. But she was in a pleasant mood at the moment.

"Skaar has many beautiful things, you know..."
she said she began to move toward him.

"The stars. Multi-colored plumes of smoke that erupt from geysers, the flora that can survive the environment, the veins of dust and crystal when the land quakes and shifts - I enjoy watching that up close sometimes. And even the Hunger is beautiful and marvelous!" she said as she then moved right past him, heading over to stand in front of another picture.

"The beauties of civilization are many and delightful, but the most profound and beautiful things on Skaar are generally the most dangerous, wild, mysterious, and untamed natural forces." she said as she moved her free hand through her hair once, and the shifted it aside. The way she did it could have been just a motion, or perhaps an indicator that she was one of those "most dangerous, wild, mysterious, and untamed natural forces" she was referring to. It would be up for interpretation.

She then pointed at a picture.

"These cubes. They are particularly interesting to me. Because they remind me of something I heard about once. That there is supposedly some special unnatural cube or set of cubes out there, and even a cult based around them. Have you ever heard of such a curious thing?"