>Chemical reactions are absent confounding you. No heat either. How does it produce light?
Could be wireless electricity activating really tiny LEDs?

If magic doesn't exist, how do your psychic powers work?

oh, so you destroy things you do not understand, instead of holding on to it for when you get better more in depth tools capable of detecting the mechanism.

you also lose the right to complain about impossibility when you lived through a stopped heart. a cessation of chemical processes, even temporarily, results in an organisms death unless some other force was acting on it.
aka, calm your tits, jeez, it's just a glowing rock.
besides, any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. anything that is magic can be technology that you just don't understand. could be the crystal was designed in a way that when exposed to certain kinds of radiation it emits lights, which would be a reaction on the SUB-atomic scale. which your atomic senses would be incapable of detecting.

Perhaps the psionic is not one to talk about theories of imagination.

Flummo 2015/08/30(Sun)13:48 No. 665797 ID: 0179f2
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"That is silly, Richard. Why do you think magic powers these crystals?" you ask of Richard.

"Forgive me my Lord for conforming to such pagan beliefs. I shall proceed beat myself to cleanse this vessel of heresy and compensate for what I've done."

"No, it's my fault," you try to calmly explain, "for mistaking magic for miracles. I know getting angry over these miniscule trifles isn't helping our situation. I should be the one who's sorry. Who am I to judge when I have undergone an unexplainable transformation, mind and body?"

The remaining tiny shards of the crystal sit in the palm of your hand with a menacing spell on you. It almost seems to whisper, "Give in to me."

>>665797
Careful, there might be a parasitic life form in those crystals.

Scatter the shards for your enemies and take a fresh crystal for analysis.

Snort it like crack.

>>665797
What the heck? Something weird's going on. Get rid of the shards. Head down the stairs.

just drop them, until you get some kind of highly advanced sensor they are a curiosity, nothing more. let's continue onward.

Is it talking to you? Find an intact crystal and attempt to probe its mind.

Flummo 2015/08/31(Mon)14:42 No. 666032 ID: 0179f2
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>drop them
>Snort it like crack.

You toss most of the shattered crystal but save just a tiny sample to test. The stuff acts as a placebo causing your brain to erupt into hot, intense waves of pleasure from memories of previous experience. Orgasmic release explodes deep inside as you shiver in ecstasy. It's so good, so bountiful. You feel energized and ready to take on the world. Can't drop the habit. So dye your hair, put on a smile, act normal and maybe they won't notice, they won't figure out what's really happening.

"My Lord, did you happen to grab the transceiver when we left?" Richard's words barely register to you.

Gums tingling and tongue loosened you spew out,"Noooooooooo, is okay though. No problemo, nope! Maybe they'll live I dunno. Why care? I feel gooooooooood so everything's fine. See a doctor; I hear they help."

Flummo 2015/08/31(Mon)14:43 No. 666033 ID: 0179f2
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>Head down the stairs

The stairs spiral downward into the cold dark almost endlessly until you reach what Richard calls an open drain.
Someone has been down here. You can neither detect anyone in your disarray nor do you care too.

Wait, we left someone behind to handle communications but... didn't bring the thing we need for communications? We really should go back for that.

Also, wow, that is a powerful placebo. Steel, if you take over would you be immune to the placebo due to having different memories? I wonder why Jack even has any memories of taking drugs...

If that's a placebo, you should be able to shake off the effects as they're all in your head.
Jumpin' gene mods, Jack, do we really have to hold your hand that closely to get you to pick up the transceiver like you were told to?

Snort more.
Become massive drug lord.
????
Profit.

dunk your head in the water. clean yourself off, and chug some.

No time for space-crack, we have tents to loot and food? to steal.

Flummo 2015/09/01(Tue)16:52 No. 666359 ID: 0179f2
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>Steel, if you take over would you be immune to the placebo due to having different memories?

If I must. Addiction isn't necessarily my ally after all.

>If that's a placebo, you should be able to shake off the effects as they're all in your head.

The placebo triggered a massive release of endorphins into his bloodstream and he refuses to halt the flow.

>dunk your head in the water. clean yourself off, and chug some.

It's freezing cold and goes down like liquid ice. Clean perhaps but hardly refreshing. Should improve Jack's situation.

>We really should go back for that.

I have an idea, "Richard, please be a dear and fetch me the radio. I'd be eternally grateful if you did this for me."

"I shall make haste and bring it to you with great speed."

"Take your time there's no rush. I'll be waiting somewhere around here."

He's gone, finally. Never thought Jack would be rid of that inane sycophant. Now Jack can freely morph without constant interruption.

Flummo 2015/09/01(Tue)16:52 No. 666360 ID: 0179f2
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>we have tents to loot and food? to steal.

Primitive tools, foreign objects I can discern no use of, a journal written in a language I have never seen, and culinary abominations. I have standards you know.
The only thing of any use is this crude map. Our guests are either cartographers or adventurers looking for lost riches. They couldn't have gone far since the fire is still hot.

>>666360
If they got in, then they must know where the entrance is... and we can use that as an exit. Can you reach out to find their minds?

>>666362
the entrance is clearly the spot where the sunlight filters down.

>>666360
useful. even if minimally. can you do a psychic scan? as in, feel around for sentient thoughts nearby.

Perhaps they got into these caves through the grate? That river may be a way out, then. Tell Richard to communicate this through the mind link. Hope that robot gal's rust-proof.

Flummo 2015/09/01(Tue)20:21 No. 666405 ID: 0179f2
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>That river may be a way out, then. Tell Richard to communicate this through the mind link

My impression of Jack fools Richard. Richard tells me he will inform the robot defenders to come here once he finds the Commander. I don't like being seen even as someone else so that's going to be a problem.

>can you do a psychic scan? as in, feel around for sentient thoughts nearby.

Two nearby. I can hear them and their thoughts.

A small voice cries out, "But father, what about the amulet?"

"No, we can't go back. Run dearest run for your life! Back to the camp, quickly!" a deeper exasperated voice replies back.

They're being chased but by what I don't know. No other thoughts I can pick up so unintelligent life I'm guessing.

>>666405
Wait near the camp, out of sight. If Richard gets back before whatever's chasing them, attack together. Otherwise I suppose you'll have to deal with whatever it is yourself.

Can you control unintelligent life?
Oh, grab one of their eyes like you did before, and force them to look back at whatever's chasing them. That'll give us a threat assessment.

Put out the fire, stay out of sight. Hide in the balcony up the stairs if you can make it there.

Flummo 2015/09/03(Thu)20:43 No. 667100 ID: 0179f2
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>Wait near the camp, out of sight.

I wait about 15 minutes behind one of the tents when finally the two enter from a tunnel just down from the camp. They are short, canine mongrels...

Flummo 2015/09/03(Thu)20:43 No. 667101 ID: 0179f2
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...chased by vermin. Revolting how far these disgusting beasts have digressed. I smell it from here; the putrid decay.

Flummo 2015/09/03(Thu)20:44 No. 667103 ID: 0179f2
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"Behind me son, I won't let them harm you. Run for the river when they attack." the taller one reassures with a flash of his dagger.

"Father, let me help you fight! You will get hurt terribly if you fight all by yourself."

A cry of worry comes from the father, "Son I don't want to lose you. I can do this, trust me."

"B-but father!"

I was wrong. They aren't mapmakers or adventurers; they're vagrants turned thieves! I can almost see the poverty pouring from
their bodies. Bad eggs indeed.

>>667103
I bet we can take them. The vermin, I mean. Combination psychic assault, telekinesis, and judicious use of sharp claws.

Make a cool entrance to save the day.

If poverty is a "disease", it's most likely an artificially engineered symptom.

That means you're responsible numbnuts WILL YOU SAVE THE POOR KIDS ALREADY?!

Richard, form a defensive position! Steel, look around for a splash damage weapon! If you have any better ideas, then list off your abilities and why you think your idea works.

*Sigh* Save the dirty peasants from the dirtier rabble.

If you don't have peasants around you will not have anyone to lord over.

So go save them and get some new crappy minions.

Vermin, sure. But that amulet sounds interesting.
Save them on the condition they lead you to it and grant it to you as payment. It would have been lost to them anyway.

You've got three options here. One, you could refrain from intervening in this fight at all, but that's boring. Two, you could aid the vermin in taking down these bums, but you don't really gain anything that way since the vermin seem likely to win without your help, and they may also congenitally lack a sense of reciprocity. Three, you could save their sorry asses and use the resulting life-debt to more or less take them as your slaves. Moderate risk, big payoff.

Flummo 2015/09/05(Sat)16:39 No. 667535 ID: 0179f2
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Argh Richard hasn't even found the Commander yet, I have no desire to fight. Jack go you damned freak!

You run and leap through the air past the canines and land near the inbred vermin almost catching one of them. Better luck next time. Even so they become frightened at your sudden appearance and display of aggression.

Flummo 2015/09/05(Sat)16:40 No. 667536 ID: 0179f2
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"Father what is that creature? His dress is quite strange." The son asks his father.

"Son I have no idea for I have not seen anything like him. He is like the Hu in body yet without tail or abundant hair but rather scaled."

"A simple thank you would do." you say in irritation as your deed goes unappreciated.

"Sorry stranger, I am indebted to you for saving me and my son from these cave beasts. If it is not too much, might I ask your name and the nature of your visit?"

"Name's Jack and I'm leaving this dump. What are you dogs doing in this degenerate infested rat-hole for?"

"Mede Jaffa and my son Lee Jaffa good sir, we are looking for a object of great value; an enchanted amulet of the lost kingdom of Ariana."

"You must mean Armenia. It must be very valuable then to risk your life for, not to mention that of your son..."

"We don't have much sir. We're beggars you see but not always you see for I was once a noble of the house of Jaffa until-"

"Feudalism my friend heard it before."

"Oh. I uh, sorry sir...." Mede seems humbled.

The son finally speaks up, "Father, maybe he can help us and we can finally get the amulet."

"Whoa now, don't make this a threesome. Let me think first." how's a piece of jewelry going to help you anyway?

one thing i can think of is it could be related to the energy that makes the crystals glow. perhaps it can help us find how this 'magic' works. such as tap into high dimensions for energy.

>>667536
Maybe it does something special? We need to scout the area anyway, you know. Make a deal with them. If you get the amulet for them, they'll lead you to the exit.

But first tell them you have to wait for your companion.

Nothing in here but weapons and freaks. Get out while you still can, seek your fortune elsewhere.

Ask them to describe the amulet's physical appearance, magical functionality, and how they plan to locate it. Assuming answers consistent with rational pursuit of an object of genuine value, agree to help, on the condition that they follow your orders until the life-debt is repaid.

> how's a piece of jewelry going to help you anyway?
Cannon Fodder, Minions/Servants, Allies who will risk limb and maybe life for you?

>>667665
To clarify, that's what the two you're helping would become.

Suggestion 2015/09/08(Tue)21:53 No. 668537 ID: 0179f2
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>Ask them to describe the amulet's physical appearance, magical functionality, and how they plan to locate it. Assuming answers consistent with rational pursuit of an object of genuine value, agree to help, on the condition that they follow your orders until the life-debt is repaid.
>But first tell them you have to wait for your companion.

"Stay awhile won't you, I'm waiting for my companion anyway. Let's discuss The amulet; I want to know more about it."

Mede talks slowly at first but begins to grow frantic, "The amulet is forged from pure marble gold and inside rests a ruby red jewel as fierce as an inferno. This kingdom, the kingdom of Ariana, was a civilization of the some of the first dragons during the Age of Terror who created, wore, and used this magical amulet as a protective ward against the monsters coming from the Rift. It was said that those who wielded it were nearly gods themselves. In fact I heard rumors that a goddess bond herself to the amulet. Dubious I know but that's all I could gather from my research. As far as it's location is concerned it should be located right in the throne room which isn't far but unfortunately hundreds of those ugly abominations frequent that area. We must get it for the Rift will threaten us once more if we do not get the amulet to the rightful dragon heir."

"Yes, yes," you say mildly disinterested, "but will you and your son pledge your lives to me if I help you?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. I will help you with your task. In exchange you will serve me as servants till you can repay the debt. I can work miracles for you. Think about it."

He gives a defeated look in his answer,"I--I-I....I accept. Son, come over-"

The son cries out, "Ah, father help me! An ogre has got me! Please father, don't let her eat me!"

Suggestion 2015/09/08(Tue)21:54 No. 668538 ID: 0179f2
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"A puuuuppy! Dawwww, I had one that looked just like this little guy. What's your name fuzz butt."

"No, please don't eat me! I've been a good boy and pray to the gods every day!" a look of terror is on the son's face.

"Can we keep him?" Richard asks.

You've had enough, "Richard, did you get the transceiver like I asked?"

"Yes, Lord. I've got it here on my head."

"good, now, we have an object of supposedly immense value behind this wall of critters. regardless of what other properties it may or may not have, it is the mark of a king. therefore, the creatures in our way must die."

Did you tell the commander bot what we had seen? If not, tell her now over the radio. Then, report that we're scouting further ahead to an alleged 'throne room.'

Ah, I haven't properly introduced my follower here. "Her" name is Rich, and you can rest assured I will not allow her to harm your son.

>>668537
Sounds like another legendary tech lost to superstitious rumors. Claim the amulet for yourself and find supplies that their kingdom needs/wants instead.

>>668538
Not right now, Richard doesn't have a hyperspace bag yet... unless he has a psionic hole in his torso? lol

>>668538
Alright, let's proceed towards the throne room while reporting back on what we see. Tell Richard to behave himself, these two are our servants now. I wonder if they'll be useful at all though?

Richard, put the puppy down before he piddles on you, and prepare yourself to clear a path to the throne room.

Suggestion 2015/09/10(Thu)22:13 No. 668964 ID: 0179f2
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>Claim the amulet for yourself

Your heart begins to race at the thought of the power...though you will have to figure out what to do with the dogs if they turn on you.

>Did you tell the commander bot what we had seen? If not, tell her now over the radio. Then, report that we're scouting further ahead to an alleged 'throne room.'

"She's mad beyond what I thought is possible in artificial intelligence. Your orders?

"Richard I want you to wait here while I'm go retrieve a some necklace. Contact that commander bot and tell what we found including a way out. Catch up and follow me once you finish. Also give me the gun in case I need it."

>Alright, let's proceed towards the throne room while reporting back on what we see.

Richard hands you the fully loaded pistol as you start to lead with the dogs behind you into a dark passage. Mede guides you in the darkness surprisingly well giving you directions that seem to twist and turn at every step but never once do you hit a dead end.
Without warning the canines stop and immediately the father dog begins to sniff the air.
He whispers to you, "Jack sir, I smell troglodytes right in front of us. Drive them away before they overcome us in our blindness."

There's definitely something right in front of you at your feet shuffling around.

Do your psionic abilities extend to brain imploding? If not, your Superior exoskeleton can easily overcome their cranium. Whatever you do, do *not* fire the pistol.

grab their little necks and crush them. use powers to keep them only getting into melee one at a time. and maybe break open bottom half of face guard to eat them.

>>668964
Maaaan, a flashlight would be really nice about now. Or even a burning log from the campfire. I don't suppose you can detect their animal minds?

Grab the thing at your feet telekinetically and toss it at the ones further down the corridor.

Suggestion 2015/09/11(Fri)16:33 No. 669071 ID: 0179f2
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>Do your psionic abilities extend to brain imploding? If not do *not* fire the pistol.

They do not and your mind races about the power of the amulet declining your focus. A pull of the trigger unleashes the massive roar of the gun as it explodes into the dark corridors blasting bright sparks from the chamber illuminating the halls for an instant. Your semi-blind aim hits the head of newly discovered degenerate species you dub as homo turpis. The dogs yelp in fright who are unaccustomed to the rattling noise and light but more importantly this terrifies the cave dwellers.

"In the name of Karayi, what is this violent weapon you possess? What terrible magic gives it that kind of power to create a thunderous uproar?" the father asks with eyes in fear.

SCIENCE!

but yeah, lets continue down the hall.

Might makes light!
*fire into the troglodyte pack*
An' I feel mighty!

>>669071
This isn't really special. Just what happens when you throw a rock faster than the speed of sound with the precision of twelve archers.

Wait until you see our PORTABLE LAVA (white phosphorous).

>>669071
Tell them it's a miniature cannon. Very accurate, very simple explanation.
(also haha, shooting the gun was actually a good idea, nice)

Throw the corpse at the others! Spook 'em!

Suggestion 2015/09/11(Fri)19:09 No. 669111 ID: 0179f2
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>Tell them it's a miniature cannon. Very accurate, very simple explanation.

"A small piece of metal is propelled through a hole out by rapidly expanding gases inside the chamber. You get it now?" you answer the dog's question though not without confusing him.

>lets continue down the hall.

Homo turpis leaves you alone as you navigate the dark labyrinth. The twists and contortions of the pitch-black halls end in crystal light in a large room of reasonable length. A great crystal shines brightly overhead lighting the entire chamber.

With a cry of astonishment, Mede wildly glances around the room, "Oh my, I can't believe it! This is the great hall of the dragon kings of Ariana always speculated to have been lost forever! Look up there, the amethyst throne and the last king of this ancient civilization. If only my colleagues could see me now. Son, your mother wouldn't believe what we found. It's just...amazing!"

"Really? You're excited because of this?"

Traaaps, traaaps, traps everywhere. The small one should grab the amulet and run, without stopping. We'll wait here, at the exit.

Either the Turpis guard this place, or there's something else guarding it.

i bet that skeleton will move when you get near it.

Establish your Individual's Force and detonate a good majority of the traps by shooting the queen's skull. Aim down your sights, and get Richard to help you steady your arm.

>>669122
how would that set off any traps?

>>669117
Variation: Escort the kid to the throne (superior resistance to traps), go wait at the exit, have the kid snatch the amulet and run.

Suggestion 2015/09/13(Sun)17:12 No. 669448 ID: 0179f2
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>Variation: Escort the kid to the throne (superior resistance to traps), go wait at the exit, have the kid snatch the amulet and run.
>Traaaps, traaaps, traps everywhere.

The father of the child is against the idea but after reassuring him his son will be safe in your hands he relents leaving only Richard with him. You ascend to the top unimpeded because after all it is a throne room and the idea that someone would trap this area is a bit absurd though not unheard of. At the top you coax the frightened dog-child to take the amulet from the odd skeleton.

You spur him on, "Come on now it's just a skeleton. Don't tell me you're afraid of a few bones."

So close, so close to the power. Finally...

Suggestion 2015/09/13(Sun)17:13 No. 669449 ID: 0179f2
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Intruders. Who dares steal the sacred amulet Blood-fire? Answer me or be struck down by the power of the gods and dragons.

No, no, no! It's a skeleton; nothing but bones! This isn't logical.

>>669449
Introduce yourself. Use telekinesis to move the child out of the way. Step forwards and examine the skeleton a little closer. Maybe it's got tiny little actuators in it.

If it does turn out to be totally unexplainable, ask how it's done. Maybe you can do it too?
...how does your telekinesis even work?

>>669449
You may have to accept that the world is less logical than you think it should be.

Also, are you forgetting how you used to be a stick figure? How is THAT logical?

Someone who'll use it for its intended purpose and not as a Halloween decoration, you bony old hag. What is that you're wearing, a wig?

Nanomachine colony! Your pistol is too inaccurate to shoot the bones!

Shoot the clasp on the amulet at point-blank range, grab the amulet, and then karate-chop the arms until she stops moving! Grab her hair if you have to!

tell it your name, say the dogs are your servants so they act according to your will.

Wires, cables, pulleys, magnets... If those fail, then it may just be an extradimensional control. Either there's enough influence for it to be a worthwhile study, or it's very limited and locational.

Say that you are Jack Steel, and skeletons usually do not care much for keeping their possessions.

As for what he is, he looks to me most like a self-sustaining psionic effect anchored either to the bones or to those glowing crystals. ...Though with all the odd things piling up, we might consider the possibility that the laws of physics have been altered in some way while you were underground (perhaps by this "Red Genesis" event).

Suggestion 2015/09/14(Mon)16:51 No. 669648 ID: 0179f2
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>Introduce yourself. Use telekinesis to move the child out of the way
>say the dogs are your servants so they act according to your will.
>skeletons usually do not care much for keeping their possessions


"My name is Jack and these are my servants,"

You manage to move the child to the side telekinetically and confront the skeleton. But the strain of all this mind work is starting to hemorrhage your brain.

"and I don't care who you are. All I want is that amulet you're wearing. Hand it over."

You are not of dragon-blood! Why would I give up the amulet to a foreigner? Leave my presence at once before I decide to imprison you.

>Someone who'll use it for its intended purpose and not as a Halloween decoration, you bony old hag. What is that you're wearing, a wig?

"Listen here granny, I may not know what little magic tricks you're pulling but I definitely am running low on patience. Now give me that amulet or I'm going to rattle your bones until the calcium inside them decays you bony hag."

You impudent wretch! I am the last dragon prince of Ariana and a powerful necromancer. In but an instant I could make your corpse dance for my amusement you foolish peasant. Now die worm.

The skeleton stands, grabbing his sword and wielding it with dexterity brandishing it towards your throat. You guide your pistol towards his head, near the gold chain, complete with a stinging remark.

"Oh, ho, ho, no I don't think so you sissy Halloween decoration. What's that on your head a wig, princess?"

A curse, so great and horrible, will come upon you for offending a dragon of royal blood unless you choose to die quickly by my blade.

"Sure honey, now give daddy a big, ol' kiss." with that said you tongue the bag of bones.

Disgusting abomination! You are not one of the gods' children, twisted creature!

>>669456
I may have or may not have meant it, but I (think) did not state directly that he was in fact a stick man

well then, how come you didn't just go and find a new dragon to give it to? dogs claim they found a dragon.

Your neck might not be vulnerable to slicing, but that tongue sure is.
Pull the trigger; RIP skeleton princess! Again!

I have a feeling you won't be getting that amulet.

We should've asked this earlier... what's the Rift, and why does the amulet need to be given to a rightful heir? What does the thing do anyway? Would it even be useful to you? If it's not useful there's no reason to take it instead of letting the dogs have it like you agreed.

Call for Richard to SLICE SMASH ROAR!

Shoot the amulet, aim for the string. Don't worry too much about the amulet, if this is an undead prince with jewelry then there should be a stash somewhere.

>>669661
the amulet is the entire reason we are in here.

Who cares what child we are of? You are simply here denying what our progress requests. You put so much stock into bloodlines yet you have no blood of your own! Nothing left of any line except for bones, bones that could be of any creature.

Don't shoot it in the skull. If it's animate without internal organs, you've got no reason to believe a headshot would stop it. Instead, target the right shoulder joint, foundation of the arm it's using to hold that blade to your neck. Presumably it's somehow dependent on the structural integrity of those bones, or else it'd just be swinging the sword freely through the air.

When you can't see the puppeteer, start with the strings.

Suggestion 2015/09/15(Tue)18:36 No. 669813 ID: 0179f2
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>what's the Rift, and why does the amulet need to be given to a rightful heir? What does the thing do anyway?

M'ariana, as we the mighty dragons call it, is a dark and evil place, an ebony pit where no light shines plunging into the nether. The holy fire of my ancestor, the Red Dragon, purged it once and he will come again but still the dark gods and their children reside in abodes made of magma and sulfur. So only this amulet has the power to seal them away assuming it is wielded by the blessed royal blood of my kin. Therefore anyone not of the dragon families who desires Blood-fire must intend it to release the dark ones, foolish traveler.

>well then, how come you didn't just go and find a new dragon to give it to? dogs claim they found a dragon.

The Luttal know nothing of our ways. Let my kin come to my domain to claim their inheritance as is custom.

>You are simply here denying what our progress requests. You put so much stock into bloodlines yet you have no blood of your own! Nothing left of any line except for bones, bones that could be of any creature.

Your rage manifests itself in slow, clear words, "I did not come here to listen to irrelevant bullshit! I want that amulet you dense, brainless, heartless, bony, piece of-"

He runs his blade through your chitinous armor and muscle slicing open your jugular. The blood waterfall doesn't faze you but the sword itself unleashed some witchery on your body. You are dying.

Suggestion 2015/09/15(Tue)18:36 No. 669814 ID: 0179f2
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>Shoot the amulet

They think they can take your life so easily as you slip farther and farther away but in return they must give up their hopes and their dreams to complete this horrendous exchange. You will take them whether they surrender them up willingly or not. Your gun rings out lightning and thunder and a piece of metal flying at screeching speeds bent to destroy.

Suggestion 2015/09/15(Tue)18:37 No. 669815 ID: 0179f2
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At the shattering of the gem come cries of desperation from the skeletal prince.

NOOOOOO! What have you done you fool?!!! Who will stop the dark ones now?! You've doomed us all!!!!

Barely satisfactory.
Voices come upon you, quiet whispers in the darkness. Offers of life, of power, of servitude in the name of sinister forces; pathetic attempts at bribery that disinterest you.
And for what? To run a short while longer?

>>669815
Welp

Time to forge an alliance with these "dark ones"

And by alliance I mean "torment / awe them until they agree to serve you".

kill and/or eat them.

>>669815
If you agree to anything, you will be in charge. You will not serve anyone.

>Offers of life, of power, of servitude in the name of sinister forces;
>servitude
YOU SERVE NOONE!

you are the only thing they can use nearby, ether they serve you or they will vanish as well. forgotten.

Can you form a chrysalis to recover?

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>YOU SERVE NOONE!
>you will be in charge. You will not serve anyone.

Begone petty spirits, I am the emperor of my own mind. Or stay and BURN with us as slaves.
Oh, look who's back.

"No more, please no more. I cannot bear this torture. You've taken everything from me so why do you keep me still?"

"You brought this on yourself. Look around Salvatore, do you see all these malevolent machinations? Do you hear them? Who would allow such things to permeate into our world? Blame them! Am I the center of evil that you cast your slightest accusations at me? No, of course not!"

"I did what you asked of me you twisted being. Release me so I may go to be with my loved ones."

"No sane person could, would, or should love either of us. Wait, are you seriously crying? Don't make me laugh. Sal news flash: Real men don't cry. Ever. You're not a child and you're definitely not a woman. You are a cold-blooded murderer."

"There is no fathoming what you are anymore. I don't want to imagine what Jack will become. Again."

>Can you form a chrysalis to recover?

Yes, Jack will sleep and dream for us a nightmare so that we might live. Shall we walk backwards then? Deep into the frozen depths of hell crafted from our own hands?

Let's take a trip down Memory Lane.

>>669884
Real men don't hide behind masks, Steel. Heck, real men can cry, if the time is right. Haven't you heard of MANLY TEARS? That said I think maybe Sal is a bit of a crybaby. Seriously what are you so worked up about?

Yes, let's "walk backwards". Time for a flashback, to get some context on what your conflict is. What really happened before Jack escaped? They weren't actually stickmen were they?

Children, children, CHILDREN!

Shut your dichroscope apertures and play an ACTUAL ROUND of hangman. Round 1:

_-_-_-_ _-_-_ _-_-_-_ _-_!

Hint: You lose points if you don't capitalize the right letters.

Okay now seriously, cut the chatter and FOCUS. The other voices are all potential minions and you're busy arguing while they're busy infiltrating your seats of power! Start dominating!

well sal, you have a bad way of trying to make him better. you could help and teach, instead of just trying to make him a hate ball. when nillya was lost you demanded she be abandoned. someone that abandons people at the drop of a hat is not a healthy personality. so if jack is going to become something horrible, you didn't do anything that would have prevented it, or even mitigate it, in fact, you could have accelerated it.

>>669897
what?

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What should be said about the familiar territory on which we tread, offering our admiration or disgust? In the far off distant twilight stands the twin child, growing ever larger, filled with all our substance of every variation. The eyes in the back of our heads watch intently as we greet or mock this known stranger as we propel ourselves deeper and deeper in opposite directions while watching the essential essence of the other sibling fly off as food into its gaping mouth. So why walk backwards? Does this movement create a equality between the two? It's not my place to judge.

Part II End
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uh...

is there an "O"?

>>670254
Looking forward to thread 2.