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Battle Related Topics / Re: Assorted links/images/etc for Cycle
« Last post by Jharm on December 20, 2019, 11:06:58 PM »
Here is what she is humming/strumming in the latest post

https://youtu.be/kk6OWJ21xWo
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Battle Related Topics / Re: As the Cycle nears its end
« Last post by Jharm on December 20, 2019, 11:02:58 PM »
The woman continues to gaze out the ships front viewports as she rolls the empty shotglass between the fingers of her right hand.

Still deep in thou...

The woman suddenly raises her other hand as if to silence the voice.

"Quiet.  Leave me to my own thoughts."

Certainly....you know where to find me.

She can feel as the voice seems to withdraw on itself until she knows that she is truly "alone".  Placing the glass down on the console she leans back in the chair and places a hand to her chin.

"Father.  Why must it be this way?  Everything was so right....so....perfect back then.  If only that accursed meteor hadn't shown up.  Now.....now we struggle to even make it through to the next day at times.  What future is there in that?"

Her eyes close as she recalls a distant memory.  The voice is of her father, haunting and almost ghostly.

Remember this my daughter.  No monarchs rule is without trouble and strife.  At one point or another you may face seemingly unbeatable troubles.  Never forget though...even when there is no future in sight...you must simply strive....to do the next right thing. It won't be easy or fast...but in the end...it is still the right thing to do."

Her eyes open once more as the faint shimmer of tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"The next right thing.  Yes, that's it."

She gestures with her hands and a guitar manifests in her lap, seeming to be crafted entirely of ice.

"How I long for the nights where you sang this to me."

Her fingers begin to pluck and dance over the strings, which seem to bend and curve as a normal string would, as she softly begins to hum a tune.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Cameron on December 01, 2019, 01:23:11 PM »
Sorry for the delay, everyone. The holidays are a waking nightmare. I'll be trying to get my next post up as soon as possible.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Danyael on November 08, 2019, 04:47:34 PM »
The Nephilim Lord helped himself to a soft chuckle as the Serenitatis phases back into the recesses of the Wellspring. Sniffing in a deep breath, as he’d fed off of the energies of Slaanesh’s physical form, he was back at Mary’s side in a snap. “Make no mistake… I know what’s mine.” It wasn’t arrogance, but rather assurance. If he was smiling, his face didn’t show it. But his voice did.

A disruption caught his attention and he watched as a warp rift open to reveal an all too familiar form. He smirked to see the Triton thundering back into the frontlines, knowing who was in the pilot seat. He didn’t get to know Jihon Bhed. But he’d caught glimpse of him and had known enough from what he’d heard. It was good to have another chance at seeing this long loved Companion back in action again. But from the sound of his introduction, it was more likely he’d never really stopped. But then again, the Companion probably wouldn’t remember Danyael, the Nephilim Lord thought. After all, when he’d known Jihon, the Nephilim Lord was a lot younger and not nearly as powerful as he was now. He’d grown much since then, and he had just enough time to help himself to a sigh before retraining his focus back on the final battle. 

He took a step forward, Everworld cloak flapping much like a war banner as energies raged all around him – and he put the transformation in to action. At first it started with just the Yamato, held firm in a ceremonial dual handed grip. He arced the sword to the side, his right hand glowing bright, with the Tessen whirling into existence as if brought into the world by sleight of hand. Wheeling the swords deftly into an upward motion, he lowered his arms to reveal every weapon of the Somnus, all seventeen, collected together behind him in the formation of two shimmering wings. As he spread his legs, bending into a horse stance, the ‘wings’ expanded and spun ‘round his form with such alacrity that they glowed with prismatic golden light, as if setting reality itself aflame. In a blink, he was enveloped in in a raging whirlwind of hellfire stretching high beyond sight before dissipating away with a slash from inside. He stood slow and cold, his hand gripped calmly around an entirely new weapon never before seen.

The final product was a dazzling amalgam of them all, blended into one for form a masterpiece of war – the Somnus. In the center were the fused handles of the combined Yamato and Tessen. But the ‘blades’ on each end were a different matter altogether. On one end were the elemental swords, blazing sunfire coruscation reaching outward into what seemed both unending and marginally ‘normal’ at the same time. The other ‘blade’ embodied all of the weapons representative of spiritual and primal energies – the ‘blade’ itself the epicenter of a howling maelstrom of silver light.  The sleek weapon surged and spiraled in his hands, as if it had taken on a life of its own, with a vigor all to itself. If Soul Reaver’s weapon was the embodiment of absence, then it was the Nephilim lord’s weapon that was the embodiment of presence. 

His eyes narrowed, they themselves no longer in the form of eyes at all. In place of them was absolute blackness. There was nothing. Just the void itself. But at their center were two balls of pulsing – almost organic – light. He looked upon the battlements with his ‘eyes’ and beheld the powers around him.
 
The Somnus spun, both by way of Danyael’s deftness and also of its own accord. With every rotation, power surged in shockwaves of the brightest, most impactful light. And in accord with Danyael’s speed, the weapon itself was practically a solid disc of roaring power. In a flash of speed, he was gone, as if he was never there, the ground grinding up in his wake in a unfolding showers of embers, then explodes as Danyael phases in and out of sight as his speed increases on a direct trajectory for the maw, dashing deep into the depths in moments. And the entire time, in just those few blinks of time, the light never went out – until it erupted into a flare of motion, as the Nephilim Lord’s speed was pushed to their peak, dashing and darting everywhere at once with the Somnus hammering, slicing and slashing away in unison with the full intent of shredding the Avatar of Chaos apart from the inside out - the alacrity of the attacks so vivid and omnipresent , it was as if the entire maw, once black and empty, was ablaze with burning golden light.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Jharm on October 22, 2019, 11:49:19 PM »
The Seraphim watches as the Avatar of Chaos seems to be destroyed by the Ork Warbosses flurry of blows.  The angellic knight slumps to one knee and lets out a sigh of relief until, almost unsurprisingly, the macabre tower of flesh twists and warps as it becomes evident that the Chaos Gods are still not defeated.  Reaching out, Jharm intends to pull everything he can in to finally finish this fight off....only to realize...there is nothing left.

"No....the Pool....its almost....empty."

His glowing eyes surveys as the other Companions begin to unleash their various attacks upon the massive wall of flesh.

Nothing left.  If I take any more, my people shall have nothing to restore themselves with.  It's....as I feared.

The Seraphims fists clench tightly as he strains to come up with some plan.  Some method to do something.  Then....

We come from the Light...We shall return to the Light....we ARE the light.  Perhaps....I have no other choice.

Standing up, the Seraphim extends a hand outwards before slamming it against his own chest.  Gripping tightly against his armored from he begins to grunt and groan, his large form shaking and quivering as pain courses through him.  A moment later, a sound similar to shattering glass resonates from him as he seems to literally rip a glowing spear from within his chest.  Grunting in pain he drops back to one knee for a moment before struggling back onto his feet. 

"We ARE the Light.  If I can not take from the Pool.....then I shall take from myself.  This ends...here...and now.  No more tricks...no more games."

Gripping the glowing spear tightly, the Seraphims gaze locks onto the four eyes seeming to "symbolize" the Chaos Gods.

"Burn in the fury of pure Light."

Bringing his arm back and then, with a grunt of exertion, he launches the weapon through the air.  With a boom it rockets through the open space, splitting into 4 spears a moment after leaving the warrios grasp.  Each projectile screaming through the air in a glowing trail of righteous fury as they home in the giant eyes.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Cameron on October 22, 2019, 11:29:01 PM »
Thanks to everyone who has posted.

I'm still waiting on Danyael and Jharm. I have an extremely busy time coming up here in the end of October/beginning of November, so I'm going to schedule my next post for the weekend of November 9th. I'll be attempting to post then regardless of if everyone has posted by then or not, so try to get your posts in soon.
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Board Battles / Re: The Eye of Terror: End of Terror (Part I)
« Last post by Kitharsis on October 11, 2019, 09:33:15 AM »
The maelstrom of sand and crimson energy roils around him still.  On the defensive, Kitharsis quickly jukes out of the way as the massive spike of bone and cartilage bursts from the Chaos Gods.  It wasn't directed at him, but the sheer size of it was a threat not to be taken lightly.  Even so, the spike is unexpectedly cut short as none other than Jihon leaps out of a warp gate piloting his Triton.  Kitharsis smiles from inside the storm.  An unexpected arrival, but a welcome one.

But there is no time for happy reunions, as the Avatar of Chaos quickly pulls away from them.  What follows is an explosion of bone and teeth and whatever else the Avatar can muster from its twisted form.

“WE WILL SUFFER YOU FOOLS NO LONGER. YOUR CHANCE TO FLEE HAS ENDED. YOU WILL BE DEVOURED, AND BECOME A PART OF US FOR ETERNITY. YOU WILL CRY FOR DEATH AND DEATH WILL NOT COME. THIS IS THE END.”

"This is the end, that is certain.  But for who?"  Is Kitharis's reply.

The Avatar of Chaos advances.  The incomprehensible maw closes in, engulfing his vision and the rest of his senses.  It not only seeks to end Kitharsis's life, but all of those who would resist the forces of Chaos.  It cannot be allowed.

The storm around him grows calm.  The whirling crimson sand falls away, carried off with the winds of battle.  His crimson whips, blades, and clubs fade away as the tattoos on his body cease channeling the purified energy inside of him.

Staring at the approaching, endless maw of the Avatar of Chaos, Kitharsis sees no other way.  His reserve of purified energy is vastly depleted.  Not nearly enough.  Any attack he could muster with it would be like a pail of water on an inferno.  He would not survive.  That much is certain.

Ever since he changed into a Tirthandara, the dark well of power has been ever present within him.  And from the first moment, he knew it was pure destruction.  Seductive, addicting, destruction.

Never tap into that fearsome power, Kitharsis.  It will mar your soul, it will grab ahold of you and pull you down into it.  And you will not surface the same, if you do so at all.  The Shaman warned him many years ago.  Even going so far as to threaten his life if Kitharsis even considered it.

He grits his teeth, searching, grasping at anything he has it his disposal.  His ship is too far away, his runes and artifacts all spent or destroyed by now.  He could summon another desert, tenfold deserts, but they would not reach here in time.  He is uncertain if they could even break through the eye in the first place.

In order to save himself, and the rest of the whole Multiverse, he must not fall here.  There is too much more to do.  Too many things he needs to finish before he is done.

He will not fall.  He cannot.

He looks inward.

Kitharsis focuses on the darkness.  As he betrays the vibrant, pure spark within him, the most frightening part of it all is how easily the abyss rises to his call.  It is like stepping in a drawn bath after the longest day.  The veil is lifted.  The lie he has been telling himself for so long given truth.  With no resistance he crosses the threshold, and dives in.

As he plunges himself into the abyss, all of his aches from battle disappear.  Cracked bones, scarred and raw skin, torn muscles and strained tendons, all become wonderful and even better than they ever were before.  The sensation is overwhelming as he draws upon more and more of it, gorging himself on what he once believed was the most vile, most taboo of substances in the universe.  It was bliss.  He gives in completely.

He laughs.  A deep, bellowing laugh that pulls his face into a crazed grin.  The dark power courses through him, building and building.  The crimson of his eyes has given way to darkness.  His unkempt mohawk is drained of its color as it shifts to a platinum grey.

He looks down at the tattoos snaking up his arms.  The straight, clean edges of them crack.  Slightly at first, then all at once they crack and tear and ruin his stony grey skin.  The outer layer shears away as easily as a handful of sand tossed into the wind.  His stony skin now resembles smooth charcoal.  Dull and Dark.

He raises his hand in front of him, clenching his fist.  Dark energy effervesces out of it, lazily floating into the air.  In an instant, his entire body erupts in a cloud of dark energy.  It coalesces around him, hanging thick in the air.

The advancing Avatar of Chaos before him is nearly an afterthought.  His lips curl back into a tight, savage grin as he focuses his attention on the God before him.

The coalescing energy around him explodes forward as he throws his arms wide.  Wicked elements of destruction pour forth from Kitharsis as he roars intensely.  His will, engulfed in darkness, manifests into any weapon he can imagine.  Spears of bone, pulsing with untold energy, rocket toward the Avatar of Chaos.  Blades of enormous sizes sail through the air, their wicked edges keened by the dark power.  Countless obsidian weapons fire at the Avatar of Chaos, their velocity creating sonic booms as they fly.

Yet not only weapons pour forth.  Skeletons of all shapes and sizes clamber forward, empowered moreso than any Kitharsis has created before.  They are relentless in their attack on the maw, reforming as quickly as they are destroyed.  Stabbing, slashing, exploding in bursts of foul magical energy.  Their assault spreads as their numbers continue to increase, threatening to eclipse the size of the maw itself.

Blasts of intense dark energy rain down upon the maw, erupting rapid fire from Kitharsis's position.  He laughs uncontrollably as each manifestation of his power is brought forward.  Each time is better than the last.  He can't help but draw upon more and more of it.

Kitharsis remains, engulfed within the darkness.  Out of his mind with power.  He will not be stopped here.  He will not be stopped ever again.  The darkness rises to his call, eager with its gifts.  He dives deeper into it, the seemingly endless abyss.  Never wanting to surface again.
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Kitharsis on October 10, 2019, 05:36:46 PM »
I am working on a post.  Having fun with this one.

Oh boy.  I was saving Kitharsis embracing the darkness for a like, end of the multiverse, point of no return scenario.  This seems fitting.

This is basically him turning on God mode, and losing his mind.
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Games / Freespace 2 is free on GOG
« Last post by Soul Reaver on September 25, 2019, 07:01:05 PM »
EDIT: Giveaway is over.  I hope anyone who wanted it managed to snaffle it up in time...

Freespace 2, one of my favourite games ever, is currently free on GOG (www.gog.com) but you'll need to get in quick.

The game is not only good, but its source code was released to the public years back.  As a result, it's STILL being modded and improved on, and looks pretty modern for a game of its age.  It's a bit finnicky to install but totally worth it:
https://wiki.hard-light.net/index.php/Manually_Installing_FreeSpace_2_Open

As if that weren't enough, you can (and 100% should) play the ENTIRETY of Freespace 1 with it, since it got ported to the Freespace 2 SCP engine, without needing to own Freespace 1:
http://www.hard-light.net/forums/index.php?topic=87537.0

Plus its somewhat wonky expansion pack also got ported and improved:
https://wiki.hard-light.net/index.php/Silent_Threat:_Reborn

Not to mention there is an absolutely ton of really high-quality mod campaigns/missions out there as well.  Many are even fully voice-acted.

If you have even a sliver of interest in space combat games: this is the best one.  Bar none.
(Joystick recommended but mouse and keyboard works too)
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Board Battle OOC Threads / Re: The Eye of Terror: OOC Thread XII
« Last post by Soul Reaver on September 14, 2019, 07:45:10 PM »
My post should be pretty self-explanatory, but just in case:
Chaos is born from the emotions generated by living things.  So Soul Reaver has fashioned a sword from the absence of those things - from what is there after a universe expands infinitely, causing all reactions to stop and making life impossible.
Holding this sword is extremely dangerous and draining but he figures it's the best weapon possible against the Avatar.

(Not to be mistaken for the 'Void' from "To the Bitter End", as that one is actually a sentient and malevolent entity that tried to bring Ithia into this 'lifeless' state)
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