Inkscape is the way to go.:smallwink:
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I do believe that Coffee has stated that she uses Inkscape on several occasions.
Every time I get on here we've derailed to something new. O.o
I have an on topic question!! What happened to the salblaze's remains?
I call Serrin.
I'll post a big 16 if/when Coffee posts a setting, assuming no one has any problems with me dm'ing
I haven't seen the rest of the setting yet (well, none of us has), but I'd prefer to play an original character. Or maybe DM if there's a lot of interest.
I'd like to do an original character if the PBP starts.
There are no psionics in Aequar.
And I'd really prefer it if people made OC's. The only reason I'd use this future character as my PC is that I'm using him for roleplaying purposes, to get his character down better. He has no idea what he wants to be; he started out as a cheery redhead with a bad leg and now he's a deadpan snarking, chain-smoking albino.
Can I have an OC in the setting too?
I'm split between playing the guy who think he's the big hero but is, in fact, the butt monkey and completely useless or the cloudcuckoolander who keeps getting in trouble...
But back on topic, it does indeed go without saying tat any of Coffee's characters are awesome :smallsmile:
Thank you! :smallbiggrin:
And I've been drawing some concept art of him (Sorry, the scanner's still broken). As much as I hate hate hate smoking, it really is appropriate for his character.
Update Friday. Saturday is Yom Kippur and I have school on Monday, so updates then are out of the question.
I woke up at 5:30 AM with this story prompt in my head. This takes place in the sequel. It's all a character's thoughts.
Spoiler
Alistair walks up the slope, the wind whipping around him. Even in Tunit Island, the only place where the sea breeze does not blow is in the belly of the volcano.
He walks up to a slab of white marble, pulls out a large container of noodles, puts about half of it into a bowl, sits on the slab, and begins to eat. He takes his time, savoring the taste. When he finishes, he smirks at the marble.
"Well?" he asks. "Have you been watching?"
The slab does not answer. The body underneath silently decomposes. Ghosts never respond, not even for him. Especially not this one.
Alistair clasps his hands and smiles.
Ah, it had been a long battle of wits, one in which she had perished but a few years ago (He was there, at arm's length), but now his plan was in the final stages of completion. And two of them too, though the altar only called for the blood of one!
The boy then. He was more daring, more...Reckless. The girl was too cautious. Alistair saw how that chain-smoking albino (He had only seen the white-haired, violet-eyed young man for a few minutes, yet he could not conceive of him without a cigarette dangling from his fingers or clenched between his teeth) had looked at him with suspicion. The girl may not believe him, but she would listen. It would be too much trouble.
The albino was a sorcerer though, he could really mess things up...But then again, unlikely. He spent his fire spells lighting cigarettes rather than smiting foes. And if worst came to worst...Alistair knew of the intimate link between caster and familiar. It wouldn't be too hard to snap a rat's neck.
Then there was Loki...But he was of no concern. They had been allies once, but now he was the guardian of a deserted island, a half-drowned city, a fool, inexorably stuck in the past. And his one true foe was dead for years.
Ah, that battle between the minds, between the powers. Alistair smiles almost fondly at the memories. A worthy opponent for his intellect! It had been centuries since he had found an equal, and then there was her. And she had nearly won, too. But when The Messenger had betrayed her (A completely unexpected and absolutely marvelous stroke of luck), she inadvertently let her guard down for the first--And last--Time in her life. It was almost funny. Once he had pierced her magical defenses, she was surprisingly frail, her trachea as crushable as any other mortals'. He remembers how light she was as he held her up in the air by her throat, how weak she was as she struggled against him, and then, how her eyes rolled up and her body went slack as the bowl of unfinished noodles cooled on the table behind them.
He was almost disappointed at how easily she died.
And then he buried her here. He wanted her to see his great victory, wanted her to see the new world he would create, wanted her to see her hopes and dreams and life she once knew crumble. Alistair grins, bends over the grave, and whispers almost as he would to a lover.
"Well, my dear? It looks like I've finally won."
He turns to leave, to finish his preparations. And then looks back. She was a mere obstacle, albeit a great obstacle, to his plans, nothing more. He shouldn't put any emotional stock into it.
And yet...And yet...
He looks at the letters, crudely engraved in the marble. He carved them himself.
Melata Enimaynes
The Last Worthy Opponent
He leaves a bowl of noodles for the ghosts.
:smallamused:
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CREEPY.
Also awesome, obviously.
Thank you! Anything specific? And yes, there WILL be a comic later tonight.
Alistair has his own plan, Loki has his own plan, Melata had her own plan but now she's dead, all of them are in various stages of completion, Demetri, Lucille, and Cyrus are in the center of it but they want to do their own thing...Why yes, there will be a Thirty Xanatos Pileup in the sequel to Murphy's Law.
Well... do we know any of those characters, or are they all To-be-Introduced?
Hooray for thirty xanatos pileups!
(nods) Thought so. I'll wait. XD
I bet you can, you're a great storyteller. :)
(Goes back to writing naruto fanfic)