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The Pit => Creative Endeavors => Topic started by: Perigrin on March 26, 2015, 01:01:20 am
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Hey, vulnus said we could get this started, so why not. Lets just start world building. If it is a good, serious contribution, I will put it in the OP. If ye be trolling, FAK OFF.
it has been more than a thousand years since the rise of the Tenki empire. On the banks of the river Ten, a city was founded by several figures, their names now lost to history. From there they spread, bringing Iron weapons and powerful magic to back there words. Over the ages they expanded to unite the whole continent, Tenkil, land of the Tenki. But it was not to last. The final emperor, Cladiun IV, was a vain man. He wished to live forever. To this purpose, he summoned the greatest wizards in the land. Furlic the grand, Timbalisto the kind, Huroniu the greedy, and Senrok the humble. He paid them whatever they desired, they only had to research a spell of immortality. They toiled for many years until they found what they were searching for. They prepared the ritual, summoned the Emperor, and then IT happened. They attempted to channel to much power, and pretty much broke the barriers holding magic out of the world. A great outburst of magical energies flooded the lands. Men became beasts, life twisted into forms wholey alien to this world. And so, the empire crumbled to ash, as its people went mad and changed. It has been many years since that day, and danger has become a simple state of being. Hideous monsters roam the wild lands, the few cities are Feudal at best, and the common man has much to fear. We need heroes. And until they get here, we will have to do.
(rules: ELVES ARE BASTARDS!!! NO HARMLESS/EASY/SAFE magik, not everyone is unhappy always, so remember that)
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Oy, mate, everyone is free to contribute, so long as it's not obvious trolling, as far as rules please discuss those with the other writers interested in the setting.
Also, yeah, please no easy magik.
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Oy, mate, everyone is free to contribute, so long as it's not obvious trolling, as far as rules please discuss those with the other writers interested in the setting.
Also, yeah, please no easy magik.
ohhhhhhhhh........ I have a better idea. Lemme edit the post.
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Ok, bump because I completely rewrote the OP to be more interesting to get more people involved.
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((been meaning to write something for this))
Ostas walked the snowy mountain in his leather and fur armor. A white cloud of hot air escaped from his lips as he took in another breath. His third week trekking across the mountain range.
The only sounds that had accompanied him on this journey had been the howling wind and the sound of his feet crushing the snow as he walked. Though now these all too familiar sounds were joined by the howling of a wolf.
He recognized the howler, one of the grey wolves that had lived alongside his village for years now. He let out a loud shout and smiled when he got another howl in response and saw two of the wolves emerge from the trees ahead of him. As they neared he pulled out a piece of meat and tossed it to them, which they promptly tore to pieces and ate it.
The two wolves then walked over to him and waited. With a smile he started walking, with the two wolves on either side of him. "So, how's old Grey doing?"
One of the wolves let out a short whine as they walked and shook it's head. "That bad? I'll see about visiting him and see what I can do." Ostas said, looking concerned underneath his helmet.
The wolf let out a quiet bark, and Ostas nodded. From there they remained silent as they trekked to the village. As they neared the village gate they were greeted by a shouted welcome from Williams, one of the village's warriors.
"Hail, Brother North Guard!" Ostas shouted, and Williams responded with "Hail Brohter North Guard!"
It was a traditional greeting to a member of the warrior or healer clans when they were returning to North Guard. There were a few minor variations, depending on what clan you came from, but this was the most basic version. The two smiled at each other, and Ostas removed his helmet, feeling the cold wind against his skin.
"Come Ostas, I'll buy you a drink and we can discuss your journey. I think it will be interesting to see what Frost Star had to say about our proposed alliance." Williams said, walking towards the largest building in the town.
Ostas shook his head and headed for the Inn, the wolves in tow. "Not much to tell Williams. Not much at all."
A few minutes later the two were seated at a table and the wolves were curled up in front of the fire place. "So, what happened?" Williams asked, taking a drink from his mug.
"Nothing. They wouldn't even listen to me. I was turned away at the door of their town hall, I was lucky to be allowed to buy rations for the return trip."
Williams was quiet for a moment, then spoke "Did the guards at least pass on the message about the War Band?"
Ostas took a drink and then said "No, the guards ignored me. They'll probably die when the War Band gets there. Too few guards and the defenses aren't good enough to compensate."
Williams let out a snicker and said "Well, the defenses may not compensate for the lack of guards, but the bloody guards must be compensating for something else with those bloody halberds."
Ostas shrugged and took another drink.
Mean While
The constant rthym of their ceaseless march and the sounds of their armor clanking against the swords on their belts made a kind of symphony that only foretold death, screaming, and the death of men, women, and children. The Magik had made these things, beings that had once been human now made of pure hatred and blood lust.
They had no names, after all, does a killing machine really need a name? All they desired was to kill, and to rend the flesh of any other being they encountered.
No one knows how or why they organized into War Bands, but they did, and together they were far more effective. And now they marched for Frost Star.
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Quick couple of setting notes. First not ALL are evil, only a majority. Just saying. Also, not only men became changed. Animals and plants got hit with the magic too.
now for a random tidbit on the setting. Expect these as I think of them. Also, great story vulnus.
anyway
"The capital of Old Tenki was the city Tenki. It was a sprawling metropolis in the center of a lush valley. The rulers of the city had over time built up a frankly insane amount of defenses. There was even a wall of solid steel at one point, sadly scraped by looters some time long ago. It was layed out in a vaguely star shaped pattern, with the closer you were to the center being the richer/more important to the church you were. Outside the city proper was a sprawling shantytown, which served as the first line of defense, as its labyrinthine mass of alleyways and building slowed invaders down significantly. The second line was the outer wall, 4 meters thick, constructed of concrete and enchanted brickwork. Inside of this wall was where the majority of the population lived, as it was the more recent and larger segment. Behind another, smaller wall was the commercial districts, zoned off as such due to the relatively small space between the second and third wall. The next district was where the minor nobles built manors, as it was well defended and closer to the origin of the city than the larger outer districts. In the inner wall, the churches and government were housed. The emperor kept his palace here, which was lavishly staffed and furnished. This city was enveloped by the magic, and was unenterable for many years. Upon entering, the explorers found that the city had been warped, and its inhabitants maddened and twisted. A dark day when the former men and women of Tenki escaped."
-Parsius, scholar of the order of Venos, in his study "on the history of the city of Tenki" circa 1376
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((yah, I figured plants and animals were changed too, Also, going to do two sections. oh, and that was just set up.))
After the magik changed things the Shadows((if ya want to change name go ahead, I'm just rollin' with what I came up with)) were made. The majority of Shadows are born of hate and anger, and only seek to kill and destroy. The only things they don't attack are their fellow Shadows, so long as they don't attack that is. The Shadows formed War Bands, exhibiting an odd kind of collective intellagence, each knowing their role.
But then you have the other Shadows, the ones born of empathy and knowledge. These Shadows seem to glow with an odd aura, and are peaceful to all they encounter. However due to the majority of Shadows being evil beings these peaceful folk are often attacked since they tend to be mistaken for their vile brethren.
-Entry on Shadows, Hand book of Monsters for Idiots
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Ostas walked out into the woods, heading for the wolves den. As he reached it he nodded to one of the wolves guarding it, stopping for a moment. The wolf nodded it's head to him and he walked in. He saw Old Grey and walked over "Howdy old man. You know a healer could do better then I, right?"
The wolf whined, and looked at him sharply. "Hey, I'm just pointing it out. As is I'll do my best, just calm down and let me work."
And with that Ostas went to work, applying salves to the wound on Old Grey's side. Ostas finished after a few minutes and closed his eyes, remembering the day Old Grey had received the wound. "Alright, that's all I can do. Rest, don't do too much, all that."
Old Grey stood up shakily, letting out a short bark and walking Ostas to the exit. Ostas left without a word walking home with his helmet off. Until he heard the war drum.
He ran towards the village as the drum beat carried through the air. Every warrior from every Clan would be rushing for town at this point, irregardless what they were doing.
When he reached the town the warriors were shutting the gate, but stopped just long enough for Ostas to get inside. "Everyone at the ready! Get archers on the walls now, any archer that ain't on that wall I'll personally shove a dagger down their throat!" Williams shouted at the top of his lungs "Hurry it up, the Shadows aren't going to wait for you to sit about like lazy bastards!"
Ostas took his position on the wall behind the archers, waiting for the Shadows to besiege the wall.
((And I don't have time to write the rest of this up, so I'll finish the battle tomorrow.))
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Shadows is a good name. Shadows of mortal creatures. I like it.
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I don't be the one who comes from nowhere and says stuff, but i am pretty sure you can use a much more original and cooler name than Shadows. It's too cliché!
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How about Odium. It's, acording to eudict, Latin for Hatred, or how about Atrum, which appears to be a latin word for dark or gloomy?
Also, I'll write up the rest of that battle later, just waking up here.
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Odium, Odio, the Hates. I like Odiums!
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Odium works too. I was just gonna call them uglies anyway.
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[[dang been meaning to write this just haven't had time or the presence of mind to remember it, sorry guys]]
The arrows sailed past Ostas as the Odium started firing in great volume. The archer that had stood in front of him had taken an arrow to his throat and had tumbled backwards off the wall. He saw another man fall back off the wall and readied his shield and shouted "Swords forward! Prepare for the ladders!"
And with those words the remaining archers stepped back to let the swordsmen move to the front. Ostas felt his stomach sink as he saw the number of the Odium Warband, it must have been hundreds if not a thousand of them. "Say a prayer my brothers, and fight like the wolves!"
The first ladder thudded against the wall and impaled a swordsman through his chest plate with a spike. A grappling hook flew past Ostas' head and down into the village behind him. With a swift swing of his sword he cut the line and raised his shield. Several arrows thunked as they sunk into his shield, though the arrows were beginning to cease their constant rain as the ladders started to line the wall.
The Odium began to surge up the ladders and beginning the fight in earnest, with swords at the ready. Ostas quickly dispatched the first to come up the ladder in front of him. However the next one up tackled him backwards off the wall, and onto the hard ground below.
The Odium grasped his neck and attempted to choke him, and Ostas' sword lay several feet away from him, accidently flung during his fall. Try as he might he couldn't throw the Odium from atop him, until one of the wolves leapt from the side and ripped the Odium's throat open.
Ostas threw the dead body and retrieved his sword. "Thanks Star Hunter." Ostas said to the wolf that was now waiting for him.
The two of them turned when they heard several of the Odium jump down from the wall. Ostas blocked the first strike and brought his sword up and through one of the three warriors arms, sending the extremity flying off to the left, then finishing the creature with a strike to the neck that left it clutching at it's throat. Turning he spotted Star Hunter dodging the swings of one of the Odium, and occasionally biting the warrior. Ostas turned to the third, unoccupied warrior and charged him.
The warrior raised his shield and blocked the initial blow before swinging his sword and leaving a gash in Ostas armor. Ostas blocked the follow up swing and stabbed the warrior through his chest plate and through his heart. Pulling his sword back out he turned to see the Star Hunter ripping the Odium's throat out.
Which is when he felt the blade pierce his back. He felt a boot on his back and was pushed off of the sword and onto the ground. Ostas rolled to see that his attacker was not an Odium, but a strange creature in heavy steel armor that said "Burn the village, kill everyone but this weakling. Let him lament at the destruction of his home and the death of his people. Let his cries of torment instill fear in our enemies!"
The Odium that weren't occupied with trying to kill or burn something responded by banging their weapons against their shields or armor, making a racket that nearly deafened Ostas.
The creature pointed it's sword at Ostas "And let the world fear us, creatures born of hate and blood shed. For we will destroy any who stand in our way. Praise to Gornfal!"
and for the first time in his life Ostas heard the Odium speak "Praise! Praise! Praise!"
Ostas watched them butcher the people while he lay there, after being tied up when he tried to stand. He watched them light the buildings on fire and chase the wolves, though they failed to catch them. And then they untied him and marched on, and he did nothing. Attempting to fight them would only get him killed.
Instead he waited, and then began towards the forest. He would visit the wolves.
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Gornfal (bare bones but I wanted to just lay down the ground work)
A god of pain and suffering. He enjoys watching scenes of destruction and murder, and will often reward his followers whom have killed many in his name.
He is often depicted to have ashen grey skin and missing both his ears, and with no discernable eyes.
Though there is something not even the other gods know, that he is the god of the Odium, who praise him in hopes that he aids their quest for blood, killing, and destruction.
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damn. that was REALLY good.
Solaire.
God of the Sun.
A jovial god, with a wide following in the human lands. he is the sun personified, full of warmth and compassion, but unstoppable when angered. his priests roam the lands in heavy armor, Smiting Odium hordes in his name using mighty swords and great bolts of sunlight. he has been known to help heroes on occasion, taking mortal form to fight alongside his chosen in the darkest moments. for the darkest light is just before dawn.
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I'd write up another short section of something else but I don't want to constantly post here and flood it, and I want to give people room to write stuff.
I will say this though, I've kind of formulated some weird story that's getting fleshed out as I write it here, and Ostas is only one of the characters in it.
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Why didn't they just shove the ladders off... If I get what you mean there. Also, I got something floating around in the primordial ooze that is my mind right now.
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do you remember the spike that impaled a guy? Well there are several more sets on the ladders that dig into wooden walls to help keep them from being dislodged, which is a detail I should have mentioned. And it would have been ineffectual if the towns walls had been made of stone, but they weren't.
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Ok, minor niggle I had. I have an idea to do a traditional adventure story, fraught with peril, evil overlords, moral ambiguity, and lotsa death. Like Berserk.
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the men of the north are a strong and hardy folk, they need to be. a lot of odium migrated north to escape Solaires followers, and as such it is a veritable breeding ground. but the men of the north hasve so far stubbornly resisted any attempts at making them leave.
-Unon, On the peoples of Tenkil.
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Odium come in two flavors. The mad beast that roves the land in search of plunder, and the man trapped in the body of a beast. Appearance and abilities vary widely for both classes. Very few kingdoms accept odium into the borders, as most see them as abominations. Which, to be fair, the majority are.
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Drosme felt the hot metal of his armor press against his scales as he walked through the desert. His sabre's scabbard tapped against his thigh plate and the long strips of cloth that hung from his Shermagh((The piece of cloth some people wear wrapped around their heads...I think that's what it's called but please correct me if I'm wrong.)) swayed in the howling wind behind him. Idly he reached down and tugged at his loose fitting blood red pants, mildly annoyed with the baggy pair of pants, and thankful of the belts that kept the legs tight around his ankles.
He blinked as he saw several shapes moving towards him in the distance through the ever shifting sand. With a hiss he rested a hand on his sabre and raised his other hand in greeting "Hail! Fort Blood!" He said, following his peoples tradition and identifying himself by the name of the place he considered home.
Which is when he discerned the slate grey color of the other men's clothes. He tensed, his grip tightening on his sabre and he took a readied stance. He did not expect one of them to call out "Hail! Fort Steel! Be at peace brother!"
Drosme kept his readied stance, though he felt his grip loosen. He let the men approach close enough that he could clearly see them, then one of them spoke "Brother of Fort Blood, we seek assistance from your fellows. The men of Solaire seek to siege our home and we need help. It irks us to ask this of our former foes, but would your people aid us against the men of Solaire?"
Drosme eased himself into a normal stance, looking at the four lizards in front of him. Flicking his tongue out he smelled an odd stench of something burning in the distance. "Follow. This is not a matter for me to decide."
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Drosme walked through the gates of Fort Blood with the four others walking a few steps behind him. With a motion of his hand the guards stepped back and let them through. It was not but a handful of minutes before the five of them walked through the doors to the Meeting Hall of the fortress. "Brothers of Fort Blood, I call the Elders to meeting! Our brothers from Fort Steel require aid in a matter that must go before them!"
The Elders slowly shifted into the room, flicking their tongues out and eyeing Drosme and his guests with mild annoyance. Once they were all gathered in the Hall the lizard at the head of the table spoke "What is the matter that requires our attention?"
Drosme motioned one of the Fort Steel lizards forward, whom stepped forward and spoke "The men of Solaire seek to besiege our home, and without aid we will have no choice but to retreat and leave our home to those bastards. Thus we ask for your help in this time of need."
The Elder looked to Drosme, who said "I believe them. They have no reason to make such a farce, and even then why would they? We are no longer at war."
The elders whispered to each other for a few minutes before the head said "Very well, we will dispatch an army to aid you in this plight. We will inform the army of this."
Drosme and his guests bowed before leaving the building. Once outside one of the Fort Steel lizards turned to Drosme and said "Thank you, you may have just saved our home."
Drosme merely nodded and said "Shall I take you to the Inn for the night? It serves good food and drink."
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The Lizardfolk
Living all over the world, though primarily in the deserts of the south. They live in large forts that house entire towns of them. Traditions vary from fort to fort, but there are some consistent traditions, such as identifying themselves by the name of their home Fort.
The Lizardfolk received the name from the humans, who showed a severe lack of creativity.
((Barebones, but I'll expand it later.))
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Dapper approval. Also its spelled Shemagh or Keffiyeh. Also, I like the horribly racist church we have going.
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The church of the overtly racist sun god! Join today and receive a book of prayers that will help you in striking down all of those dirty inferior races in your way! All at the low cost of YOUR SOUL AND A WEEKLY DONATION!
EDIT: And htis sounds really bad so yeah nope!
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Well, the sun is the eye of a malevolent god, gazing down to cause burns and hit weather. So of course his followers are massive assholes. Also, not much of a holy book, more of a bunch of priests preaching what works for them/the messages from the sun (depends on how corrupt the individual priest is)
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http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/VideoGame/Odium
well darn
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Ok, ima write a piece here in a bit. More snippets, not a full story, still working on my full story. Stay hyped for it.
"Some Odium can live for a very long time. I am personally friends with a fellow who was one of the first turned. Most have average lifespans though, and those who do live long tend to be the most monstrous." -Je'sib, "Odium studies"
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Well, depending on things, this may be one of my last pieces so enjoy.
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Drosme marched with the army that was five thousand strong, heading for Fort Steel. They were going to reinforce the garrison of the Fort against the Men of Solaire, and hopefully drive them back to human land. It was not out of prejudice, but because these men were hostile. The Lizardfolk welcomed all that were peaceful to their lands.
Drosme was almost asleep as he walked, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the five thousand feet pounding against the ground in near perfect unison. Since the day he had turned thirteen (in human years) he had served as a scout and soldier for his Fort, proudly fighting all who would try and conquer his home. He proudly bore the banner of Fort Blood.
It would be nearly a day before the army reached Fort Steel, and they would not stop until they had arrived there. Then the waiting began.
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Vulnus, its ok, we are not fucking with you, carry on until the crisis is over.
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Quick thing, ill just share a bit of the name and setup of the story i am working on. copied directly from my early notes
NAME: Cold Ash
Premise: An old order of monster slayers from pre odium days is down to one person, who travels looking for the lost child of another member (Some magic shite is hereditary)
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Drosme stood on the wall, watching the horizon for any sign of the enemy. One of Fort Steels soldiers approached him and said "I did not expect the expedition to your home to bear fruit, but I am glad I was wrong Drosme."
Drosme looked at the lizard and recognized him. The two had met on the field of battle years ago, and had ended up fighting alongside each other against the forces of Fort Death. "It is good to see you Mortis. I thought the Elders would refuse to help your people, but I was surprised. These men of Solaire must be more dangerous then I thought."
"We sent diplomats. They were slain except for one. He was allowed to return to warn us. I will enjoy killing their soldiers." Mortis said, his hands resting on the handles of his swords.
Drosme did not reply, instead he continued to look out over the horizon and contemplate what he had been told. Mortis spoke again after a few minutes "Come, it is time for a change of guard. We can talk at the Inn and reminisce about that great battle."
Drosme nodded as he turned to look at Mortis "Yes, that sounds good."
And with that the two left the walls as several more Lizardfolk came to relieve the current guard shift.
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Short but it's setup.
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I like the speech style of the lizards. Don't know if it is intentional, but they sound just a bit antiquated in their speech patterns. I don't know why.
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Drosme and Mortis had attracted several of the younger lizards from both of their Forts with tales of the battle. It was odd seeing the mixture of red and grey in a single building instead of a battle, but it was a welcome oddity. A waitress walked over to their table and put down several mugs of drink before sauntering over to another table, with half of the young warriors watching her go. Drosme let out an amused hiss and pulled the mouth of his Shemagh to take a drink from his mug.
Watching the young warriors he let out another amused hiss and said "I think they have stopped listening Mortis, I think another part of their bodies is doing the thinking now."
As a tide of heads turned their way back to looking at the two Drosme and Mortis burst out laughing, with Mortis falling backwards and spilling his drink. It was a few minutes before the two could speak again, with Drosme idly watching the young warriors in front of him, all of whom were trying to hide their embarrassment. "I think they want to hear another story Mortis, so why don't you get off the floor so we can tell it."
Mortis hauled himself back onto his chair and said "I don't remember getting this drunk this fast."
"Yes, well we were just telling them about the second charge of Fort Death's soldiers. They were on their war horses, bearing down on us. The spearmen took position and hauled most of them off their horses on the end of a pike. The rest the swordsmen hauled off of the horses and killed while they were still on their arses." Drosme said, handing Mortis another drink.
Mortis nodded and said "Yes, I remember hauling one of their High Guardsmen off of his horse and jabbing him in the throat with a sword. The other warriors with me cut his head off and threw it back towards their army."
"Yes, and then came the wave of their warriors. That is when the battle really started." Drosme said.
Mortis said "But that's enough for today. I need to go sleep, and you boys need to be ready for battle. Or maybe to catch up with the waitress and see which one of you she likes."
The young warriors scrambled off since they had been dismissed, with several of them heading straight for waitress. Drosme looked over at Mortis "Five pieces says a Red get's the girl."
"Make it ten and I'll accept the bet." Mortis said.
Drosme tossed the coin down and the two settled to see what would happen for the night.
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Cold Ash is 50% done, I'm thinking of doing illustrations for it with some gmod trickery so it won't look like gmod. Also, forgot to say, but loved that last story bit. Also, important to my story, do the lizard ladies have T i t s? You might not think this an important detail, but it does matter a bit on the interactions between them and humans.
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...well that's an odd question indeed. Anyway, I don't know, sure? I've been a bit busy and I didn't want to double post or just start swamping this.
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If they are truly reptiles (Or any other non-mammal, for that matter), than they shouldn't have any breasts, scientifically speaking.
Though, this is a fantasy setting, so science can go fuck itself if you so wish.
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Human females are actually the only mammals with prominent mammary glands (read: BOOBIES) outside of child-bearing periods. There's no scientific basis for any fantasy race that aren't humans or 'humans, but X' to have them at all times.
Sexual dimorphism is apparently a tough subject for the average person to grasp.
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Human females are actually the only mammals with prominent mammary glands (read: BOOBIES) outside of child-bearing periods. There's no scientific basis for any fantasy race that aren't humans or 'humans, but X' to have them at all times.
Sexual dimorphism is apparently a tough subject for the average person to grasp.
i was just pointing it out because of seduction and the fact that most fantasy lizard peeps still have breasts.
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Human females are actually the only mammals with prominent mammary glands (read: BOOBIES) outside of child-bearing periods. There's no scientific basis for any fantasy race that aren't humans or 'humans, but X' to have them at all times.
Sexual dimorphism is apparently a tough subject for the average person to grasp.
not sure if being insulted....
I honestly don't care either way, as I'm not a big seduction writer or anything (I literally would have no idea where to start if asked to write a scene where someone tries to seduce someone else) and I doubt it would play too much into my writing. I was leaving it up to my fellow writers.
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Human females are actually the only mammals with prominent mammary glands (read: BOOBIES) outside of child-bearing periods. There's no scientific basis for any fantasy race that aren't humans or 'humans, but X' to have them at all times.
Sexual dimorphism is apparently a tough subject for the average person to grasp.
not sure if being insulted....
I honestly don't care either way, as I'm not a big seduction writer or anything (I literally would have no idea where to start if asked to write a scene where someone tries to seduce someone else) and I doubt it would play too much into my writing. I was leaving it up to my fellow writers.
It matters. a bit, minor scene, doesnt really matter either way. im going to go with no, they dont, as that is funnier for the scene i have written.
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Most fantasy lizard peeps have breasts because it's the easiest way to portray to most people that they're females. There's plenty of other ways to show this, but boobs are the most direct method that humans identify with instantly.
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Most fantasy lizard peeps have breasts because it's the easiest way to portray to most people that they're females. There's plenty of other ways to show this, but boobs are the most direct method that humans identify with instantly.
STOP TALKING ABOUT LIZARD T I T S AND MAKING SO MUCH SENSE! No lizard boob discussion should ever make sense. Anyway, I just had a thing in mind where a lizard chick would attempt to seduce a human, and I wanted to know for that reason, I'm deciding against lizard boobs because I can think if a couple funny scenes where that would come up.
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Different from what I was working on, I'll get back to that.
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Who am I?
I don't know the answer to that. I don't know the answer to any question that has entered my mind during my stay in this dark abyss of hell. The last thing I remember was that damn priestess saying some magic mumbo before I was just suddenly here, with the majority of my memory gone.
I still know how to fight though, and I'm glad for that. There are creatures here that wish to rend the flesh from my bones and consume me. They always come in packs, always come at dark, and never stop until they die.
The first time I saw them I thought they were demons. But I've learned that they are just animals like me, and that they don't know just how dangerous a sword is. I wonder where they come from still, and I have no answer.
The land scape around me has always been dull brown. No grass grows, no trees. The only thing that keeps me company are the whispers of the wind that remind me of my home in the mountains.
I still remember the day they came and took my Village Brother Ostas from me. I don't know if he lived, but since that day I have never seen him again. I dedicated myself to killing those damn beasts, but now I cannot continue that mission.
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Fire and ash is 95% completed. It should drop in the next few weeks.
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FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
My PC decided to do a disk clearer to free up hard drive space, and it DELETED THE FUCKING STORY I HAD BEEN WORKING ON FOR MONTHES FOR THIS. WHAT THE FUCK COMPUTER.
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(Speaking as someone who has lost chunks of PULP and other stories in the past, I am here for you. I'm so sorry for your loss.)