Prepare for the #LodanRespawn2024 Existing characters may choose to be displace from/have memories of different timelines, thereby allowing returning members the option to retcon their whole character. These changes are the result of the "Unnatural Fog" plot device that is running between now and the Respawn. The plot is simple: no matter where your character is, that place is shrouded in a thick fog that suspends time, but not thoughts or memories, so even if they're repeating the same day over and over again, they continue to remember, so each time feels like a new day. For those retconning OCs; this is where new versions of themselves have the opportunity to replace the old versions. Official lore and tree updates will be announced asap
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 14, 2014 2:16:20 GMT
Stephen frowned when he saw that the magician had started to smoke. Nasty stuff cigars where. The ingredients used to make those things where practically poison in Stephen's opinion. He shook his head then cleared his throat, turning back to look at Danny. "Alright, where do these creatures generally reside? And what can one do to avoid them?" he asked politely.
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 14, 2014 5:42:22 GMT
Edelweiss just sighed as they could spot Addison outside, slowly contaminating his own lungs. Indeed, her opinion about cigars was not any better than Stephen's, though she didn't outwardly frown. Let the magician chill as he must while they sat, and the questions were being asked already too. Now what remained to do was simply relax again and hear the answers.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Addison Halloway on Mar 14, 2014 7:14:09 GMT
Unaware of the actual conversation taking place inside, Addison tended to the cigarette between his lips then sunk down against the wall so he was squatted just beside the window. He'd only took a few puffs as he watched the rain begin to subside so that only a few droplets now fell from the sky. Eventually it stopped all together and the magician took the stick to smolder it against the wet pavement. He hated the smell of smoke on himself and lifted the object in his hand to look it over before tossing it onto the cobbled street. Just as his companions inside, he disliked them yet still used them. The times were far in between but the consequences of what it did to his lungs weren't what made him hate them. For a few moments longer, he waited outside so that the smoke wouldn't stick to him nearly as bad compared if he were to have gone inside immediately after. Later he would clean himself to be rid of the stench, but for now, nothing could be done.
Turning on his heels, he entered the restaurant again and approached the table as he ran his slender, gloved fingers through his brown tresses. It was visible how much more relaxed he seemed when he approached the three and removed his jacket to set on the backside of his chair. Without interrupting their conversation, he took his seat then crossed his legs before peering outside of the window toward the direction the man he'd seen earlier had walked. Oh, he hadn't forgotten about him. He hadn't heard Danny's previous words but quietly began to tap into their words.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Mar 16, 2014 18:51:59 GMT
Danny straightened his coat, but still didn't sit down. "Depends what beasty it is. Most'a the stuff near the city's easy enoug. 'bout a mile inta the forest's safe if yer no' an idiot. Stick ta the trees, most of em can' climb that close an' they ain' big enough ta get to ya. Further in, ya gotta be careful. Some'a the bigger an' smarter ones start showin' up. Them's gonna be 'arder ta fool. See, all shadow beasties got some way ta recognize magic... its in their nature. An' they can use it, in a sense, too. They'll be able ta track an ander easier than a human, so tha's gonna play a actor. If yer an ander, do not, no matter what, use magic. It's like a big ole flare ta them. If yer a human, don' go with too big'a tech loadout. They don' like it too much, an' if it ain' big enoug, they'll come an' destroy it. Far as I can tell, reason why the city's still aroun's 'cause they don' like all this tech. Drives most of em batty."
Post by Stephen Leland on Mar 17, 2014 1:37:06 GMT
Interesting, so the technology was one of the reasons why such creatures where not roaming the streets of Lodan at this very moment. The cranks in Stephens head were whirling, possessing this information. The fact that some of these creatures would use magic intrigued him. Magic was always a topic that held the young scientists attention "So these creatures do not like technology. Is there anything else that they dislike?" Maybe these creatures could sense the EMP's that were emitted from Andersweltlers and that is why they could locate an Andersweltler faster than an average human. "What do their diets consist of as well?" The remembrance that Addison had only payed for the first two questions hit him then, so he reached into his pocket for some money then set it on the table. He was running low on pocket change now. It had not been expected to him to pay this much for the information.
If you wish to find out more information on the "EMP's" that Stephen mentioned you should mosey on over to "Oh for the Love of Science!" We need Andersweltlers in that thread so it would be much appreciated if you lovely people joined in as well!
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on Mar 17, 2014 19:51:47 GMT
Edelweiss made no comment when Stephen asked what the beasts fared on, though she had the lingering suspicion that it would - at least when affordable - include the flesh of Lodan's citizens. Either that or the monsters were om truth scared of people for some reason, and lashed out at any approaching person as a preemptive defense, because it was always one of two things: even an agressive animal didn't attack without reason; like having their territories invaded, feeling themselves or their cubs/eggs threatened or simply... being hungry. With a sigh, she pulled one lot of coins enough for a single question and added it to the table along Stephen's money. "How to kill, fool and/or escape the beasts you've found so far?" That was the crucial point she was interested in, and let's be frank if Danny didn't know how to do any of those alternatives the boy wouldn't have lived till now.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Addison Halloway on Mar 18, 2014 0:51:26 GMT
Throughout the questions and information giving, Addison remained quiet as though he was not present. He listened carefully to the lad despite that his agitation was returning. It was only quelled when the waitress returned to refill the teapot with hot water and to offer any others refills on their choice of drink. To this, Addison cut in and told her that no more win was to be allowed back to the table. His reasoning was simple, if Danny was to not cheat them of information, he would have to be sober so as to allow for a more reliable source. Soon after she was sent on her way and again the entertainer fell silent as words were exchanged.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Apr 4, 2014 1:21:27 GMT
Danny cleared his throat before speaking again. "Look, I've given' ya all the general know how I can fer stuff that's applyin' ta all the beasties. What yer askin' fer can' be categorizaed in a broad sense. Anythin' else they like or dislike comes down ta species. Same thing with diets, an' ways ta avoid em. Fer example, ya wouldn't feed a wolf the same stuff ya'd feed a sheep. They're all diff'rent species. Jus' think of em as differen' species of animals if yer havin' trouble wrappin' yer head around it." Danny pulled his scarf into place once more. "But if ya wanna know, most of em are omnivorous. Means they eat jus' about anythin'. Yeh'll find tha' they tend ta prefer meat as a whole, an' that can be any meat. People, animals, even other shadow beasties. Most of 'em are like... walkin' stomachs. Anythin' else they dislike depends on which ones we're talkin' about. An' 'ow ta avoid em? Tha's, again, dependent on which ones yer running inta. If ya got Ander blood in ya an' yer bein' chased, cut yerself so ya get some blood going. Smear it all over somethin' like a rock or somethin', then use mud ta cover the cut. Chuck the rock one way, run another. If ya ain' cut an' yer stuck out there, but ya know nothin's found ya yet, then jus' hunker down an' hide. S'arder fer em ta see somethin' tha's holdin' still. Think they cue off'a movement. Far as killin' em? Don'. That's a last resort, an' then it's more like goin' out with a bang. Don' ever try an' fight em ta win. Stall, delay, confuse? Do that. Soon as ya see a chance, make a bolt fer it. But never, ever try an' fight em ta the death. There's a reason they were able ta drive the Anders 'ere, even with all their magic. 'cause let's face it, them Anders we got now ain' holdin' a candle ta the mages what first came through."
Danny scooped up the coins and quickly squirreled them away about his person. "If ya wanna know specifics 'bout the beasties, I needa know which beasties yer askin' 'bout. Otherwise we're jus' beatin' a dead horse."
Post by Stephen Leland on Apr 4, 2014 23:00:21 GMT
Stephen nodded thoughtful at Danny's words. After the boy wrapped up his explanation he felt that he had gotten a good amount of information on the creatures for the day. "Thank you, that is all the questions I have on such creatures for now. You did a splendid job on explaining everything to me. But might I ask you a personal question.." The thought had been bugging him ever since he had gotten a closer look at the small lads eyes and he needed to ask it before he took his leave. "... You are not, by any chance, related to someone named Danielle, are you?..."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Apr 6, 2014 19:44:27 GMT
Danny cocked his head when Stephen mentioned a personal question. Ah. So that's what it was. What tipped him off was anyone's guess. That was alright though... Danny was a good liar. It came with practice. He quirked an eyebrow at Stephen before he replied. "Never 'eard of 'er. Why, she yeryear sweet'eart or somethin'? She who..." Danny cleared his throat and leaned in close to Stephen so just the two of them could hear what he said. "She who ya were tryin' ta get in close with out at the dollymop house?" A small chuckled slipped out as Danny straightened up and adjusted his scarf.
Post by Stephen Leland on Apr 7, 2014 21:45:56 GMT
Annoyance flicked over Stephen's features. He pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to calm himself down. "She is not just some street lurking dollymop and I would appreciate it if you did not call her one." he avoided the sweetheart question all together. "I owe her an apology. I was wrongfully rude to her and I am not pleased with how we left off. I was just asking to see if you knew of her whereabouts. That is all" he stated flatly. This boy certainly was grating on his nerves.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Apr 8, 2014 2:06:50 GMT
"So she is yer sweet'eart. Ya try an' stick 'er an' she turn ya down?" Danny tittered at Stephen. "If ya want, I can find 'er for ya. For a fee, a'course." Danny held up his left hand in an 'O-Kay' manner. One could practically hear the grin on his face, as he rolled his shoulders. "So, whatcha say? Wan' me ta find yer sweety-pie? Tell 'er yer sorry fer tryin' ta push yer nobley-ness inta 'er wholey-ness?" The boy took a step back, just in case Stephen decided to get violent. Danny didn't think that would happen, considering all he knew about the boy, but it never hurt to play it safe.
The young noble could not help, to his irritation, the light blush that dusted his cheeks from the boys teasing "I would not trust such an important message to yourself! You would probably twist my words in some matter and get her angrier with me! Do not even pretend such actions are above you, we both know they are not." he said in a flustered huff. He straightened his jacket to distract himself from the embarrassing subject. "And stop calling her my 'sweetie-pie.' That is an over used, thoughtless term that I most certainly would not use." he said with a dignified sniff.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Apr 8, 2014 2:24:56 GMT
"Yer sugar plum? Yer gumdrop? Yer dew on the mornin' flowers? The light 'a yer stars at night? The lady who keeps ya company when yer all alone. She who dominates yer thoughts an' guides yer 'and in solitude?" The cheek practically oozed from Danny as he listed off all the names and titles. "She who keeps yer bed warm. The lady layin' under yer covers." Danny paused and adjusted his scarf. "An' no, I wouldn' be twistin' yer words. I'd say 'xactly whatcha told me ta say. Business is business. Ya never screw with a customer who's payin' ya. That's jus' a surefire way ta make sure ya don' get no business." Danny shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
"An' no, I wouldn' be twistin' yer words. I'd say 'xactly whatcha told me ta say. Business is business. Ya never screw with a customer who's payin' ya. That's jus' a surefire way ta make sure ya don' get no business." Danny shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Well, teasing his clients till they were highly aggravated did not seem like an efficient way to get business either, the redhead mused, but even if the thought was clear in the look she was giving Danny, she mentioned nothing of the details in her mind aloud - just the general idea. "Then enough with the teasing, will you... Like yourself said, you won't suceed on making any customer pay you further if you annoy them too much." Sigh. "Talking of personal questions, I'm in need to find someone willing to run a quick, simple errand. Properly paid too, of course. Do you know of anyone who might be interested?"