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?

Suggestion 2015/09/15(Tue)22:48 No. 669886 ID: 0179f2
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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?

animated Suggestion 2015/09/17(Thu)16:55 No. 670254 ID: 0179f2
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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
Thread End

...

uh...

is there an "O"?

>>670254
Looking forward to thread 2.