Tiffany Korta
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Blodeuwedd (1 posts) Troid an Fomhóraigh (1) Emerald Spider (8 post) Everything Is Illegal Here! (4) Going Green for the Holidays (4) Frostbyte (2 posts) Halloween Hijinks (2) Merge Trois (8 posts) Positions Available (8) Miss Grue (2 posts) A Dark and Spiteful God (1) Nine+ Ladies Dancing (1) Ms Britannia (4 post) Naming Conventions (4) The Traveller (1 post) Getting away with it (1) Dr. Thorne (4 posts) A very Bedlam Christmas (2) Flames of Revenge (2) Triakosia (5 posts) More Bright Lights and Good Cheer (4) The Skin Side Inside (1) Voin Zhenschina (3 posts) More Bright Lights and Good Cheer (3) GMing (12 posts (24)) The Box of Delights (3) Flames of Revenge (2) Getting away with it (2) Troid an Fomhóraigh (5) Seven of my GM posts to Emerald Spider, seven to Merge Trois and the rest to Triakosia plus the guest post. Ref Point to Triakosia as well please.
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GM Post Coming down the road towards the farm were two vehicles that gave Sitara paused, everything about them screamed military with their clunky practical and over engineered design. She was a little out of touch, two years wasn’t enough to catch up with two thousand years of design, but they had the look of Lor vehicles. For a few second she thought it was her Praetorian friend come to get her back, but she’d parted for a leave of absence fairly amicably. From the vehicle exited two troopers in some form of all covering body armour, for all Sitara could tell they were clones, matt black and designed to be impossing. It was true that the Lor navy allowed some variation in uniform but this something this striking wasn’t usual at all. One of the troopers looked, probably suspiciously, at Sitara and little Asa hiding behind her leg whilst the other opened the vehicle's hatch for the officer they were here to guard.he also was in a darker uniform than normal, though it was definitely Lor Navy in design.
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GM Post The office showed the obvious signs of the fire with various pieces of office paraphernalia having been scorched though there was almost no sign of it by the door, which was intact and until a minute ago sealed with police tape. Such a fire with little property value and belonging to the wrong people wouldn’t cause much attention, these kind of things happened almost everyday on Bedlam. Unfortunately there was something that could cause a lot more trouble for a certain proportion of the population.In one corner of the room was a traced outline of where apparently there had been a body, caught in the fire.This put a very different and dangerous spin on the whole thing.
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Without an obvious concern about being in this deserted warehouse at such an ungodly hour Rosa made her way through the main warehouse at a pace, she was more concerned with getting to where the fire actually happened. Anyone who got close enough could hear that she was apparently having a one sided conversation with herself. Why are you hurrying, we have no way of knowing what’s lurking in this building. “Yes I’m aware of how potentially dangerous this all could be,even now we could be stalked by god knows what. But I’m sure you’ll be able to protect us if trouble starts.” I can’t protect us from everything,what if it’s supernatural? “Then it’s all up to me!Now shush a minute.” She clanged unconcerned up the metal stairs to the office where the fire had broken out.
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Dancia Devon’s Dancia peer round the giant Gargoyle and smiled at the newcomers to their little corner, apparently she’d lucked into the place to be at this little party. Shame she couldn’t take advantage of this in a professional sense “Hi there I’ve think we might have met before?” having being inside her brain Mike probably knew her as well as anyone on this Earth But the newcomers didn't stop coming and she had even more people to meet and greet. “Hello all. Dancia Devons, reporter, off duty! Though I can go get canopies if you want to start telling each other all those heroic deeds type stories.”
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Grāmya farm, just outside Arak City Sitara hummed a happy little tune as she worked beneath the massive lifter that had bedevil the farm for at least as long as she’d been here, and probably longer. WIth the harvest finally in and ready for transport she finally had a chance to look at the grav units that keep cutting in and out making the lifter a chore to operate. It was good to just switch off and dig around in the mechanics of the vehicle and it was probably her third or fourth favorite way to spend a day. Of cause it couldn’t last and it was interrupted by the vehicle being lifted bodily away from her and the face of concerned grey skinned girl entering her field of vision. Though only about a year old little Asa already looked around three and was starting to show more powers as she got older, her superhuman strength being just one of them. “Now what did mummy say about using your powers?” she softly scolded the girl as she got to her feet “Now put the lifter down, gently now...” The lifter was unceremoniously dropped and only it’s working gravics stop it causing further damage, Sitara was glad that so far her adopted daughter didn’t appear to want to cause her harm. “Ribble scared!” was Asa explanation for the interruption. Ribble was a small creature, more fur than anything else, that was virtually indestructable which was helpful with Asa’s less than gentle petting. The seller had also claimed that it was psychic and could sense danger, which until now she hadn’t had chance or cause to test. Just then she could hear the gentle hum of approaching grav vehicle, maybe the trader was righ about Ribble or Asa hearing has just gotten that good. Grabbing a old rag she began to wipe her hands as she stepped out of the barn, blinking against the light of this planet's red sun. “Let’s see why we have visitors today.”
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Rodnak 252 Edge of the Lor Republic GM Post Even when the Republic was at it’s height Rodnak was considered a frontier world. Far from the machinations of Lor-Van this sleepy little agricultural planet was beneath most people’s knowledge. The Communion and even common raiders passed it by considering it too small for there notice. Even with the republic still recovering from the Incursion and the safe borders creeping parsec’s from this little planet no one gave it any notice. It was the perfect place if you wanted to hide away from everyone, just you and you secrets as the populous wasn’t the type to question you pass. Arak City was as close you call a capital and even it was no more than a few building clustered together with an area cleared and treated for shuttles to land and refuel. Though no one had used the pad in almost a year now, though that was something that was about to change...
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Emerald Spider's Initiative: Initiative: 1d20+4 8
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GM Post Zee looked concerned as various options were discussed as to the nature of the spirit, it was apparent that she didn’t necessarily understand everything that was going on here. “I... I’m not sure, but if he put himself in this state then it must be a pretty serious spirit.Unfortunately I wasn’t there when the whole thing went down, I only know that he bought himself here after the event.” She thought for a few moments then added slightly more helpfully “There might be another way. There are certain artifacts that he kept here for protection, it might be possible to use them to link back to the real world. But it would have to be someone who’s here physically in this realm.”
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Rosa wasn’t normally one to go out in the field, that was something Liam did, and she didn’t normally concern herself with mundane crime, there was plenty of vigilantes in this city who dealt with such things. But there was something about the fire that caught her attention, it localized effects suggested something beyond a simple act of arson. She could have waited for the police report, but there was a chance that the paperwork wouldn’t go through and if the did bother to follow through it would have been difficult if not impossible for her to get hold of the report. So at this ungodly hour she was traipsing through the warehouse, torch in hand making her way to the area where the fire had apparently broken out.
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Bedlam Harbor 2 am on a Cold Winter Night GM Post Beldam liked to keep it simple, and as long as you kept the right people happy things could go simply. With Bedlam that mean keeping the Mob happy something that the Vorovskoy Bratva, the Russian gangsters, didn’t always do their best to keep them content. So when one of the Bratva’s warehouses burst into flames there seemed to be little interest by the authorities to stop the flames, they seemed more concerned by the nearby building which were obviously owned by people more aligned to the city ideals. Luckily the fire seemed contained to only a small area and very little damage was caused and this could be considered a potential warning, as long as no one had been harmed...
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Agnus hadn’t gone into any relationship blind, not since she’d gained a modicum of fame, and she’d done her homework on Asad and his family. It was probably part of the reason she’d said no to his proposal of marriage, that and she wasn’t ready to commit to that long term a relationship. And she’d know all about his many dalliances in the past and the potential consequences of said relationship, though no actual results until now. “Well if it ever goes really bad I’d probably just right a bitchy song about it all, it’s work pretty well for Taylor Swift." she was surprised as he was about his kids but for now she'd roll with it until she could figure out how she really felt "If we did take it further I accept his kids like my family if that’s what they want. I’m the daughter of ex-travellers I’m use to dealing with a very large extended family.”
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“Well she can operate independently, she’s her own person, but we share memories and it’s not fun to get eight hours of events all at the same time. And I can stay a couple of miles away but if I’m going to stay close I might as well be somewhere comfortable with plenty of good company. Honestly most of the time you’ll probably won’t even know I’m here.” She followed Lynn’s glaze over to Gretchen and subtly watched her reactions, she was fairly good at reading people and had quickly got a good reading on them. “You know they’re probably going to clash, there very similar in temperament from what I can see. That could be a problem you know, I’m not going to make you choose sides if it ever came down to things.”
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pc Lady Horus (PL 10) - AvengerAssembled
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Surrounded by millionaires, billionaires, magic uses, demigods and artificial lifeforms Emerald Spider felt a little out of her element, being a simple girl from Bethlehem Heights that fixed air conditioning. Filling her plate with the admittedly good food she clambered up one of the building support struts to sit in a gap between the roof supports. Finally she was comfortable enough to pull down her face mask and start nibbling at the food, checking her social media feeds and sending her Gran, and only her Gran, the selfie she’d taken with the other heroes. She’d go socialise later but right now a little me time seemed good for her to gain her bearings. -
Emerald Spider considered their options being comforted by the fact that the other knew just as much as she did. Salmon maybe a little intense but who was she to judge being dressed as green spider’s web to fight crime. Maybe they were as new to this as she was? “Sound like a good plan, I couldn't come up with better myself.” she held her hand out questioningly “You know get the element of surprise and the drop on our kitty themed villain. I hope she’s not sponsored by them, fighting lawyers is the worst!” she couldn’t help herself from making a joke, there was something liberating about wearing the Spdr Rig.
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GM Post With the book content to stay on the ground, once people has stopped watching it fall, thing were more or less quiet again in the bookshop. Merge wondered off to do work in the back of the store and silence descended on the aisle, right now the area apparently drew no more interest from todays few customers. Apparently happy with the current portents nothing more disastrous happened apart from the normal activities of a shop and the allotted hour came about peacefully. As peacefully you could get in a shop with both Gretchen and Merge at their normal behaviour.
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Blodeuwedd looked at her phone and gave one of her tight little smiles, it looked like things were already in motion. Luckily for a place that didn’t exist it had excellent cell coverage and her positive reply was already winging it’s way across the Atlantic. Of cause she couldn’t quite as easily make her way to Freedom City by herself. Luckily she had options provided by the Order. She didn’t have to wait long before being granted an audience with the Triumvirate that decided matters involving the operation of the Order. The three, following the ancient Celtic idea, always had a member of each of the three branches of the Order. For an esteemed council that had run the Order for hundred of centuries there meeting room was a rather ordinary room. Blodeuwedd quickly laid out all she’d discovered, with the Seer confirming the information, and set out a simple request to be able to help. It was quickly agreed that whilst mobilizing the entire Order, yet, could be potentially disastrous just sending her could potentially help nip this problem in the bud. Well her and one other, there was a lot of travelling involved. Around the time of the meeting she popped into an alley near Silberman’s, a place she’d not visited in what seemed a very long time, in the company of Gwenyth a young Seer of the Order that was to provide quick transport when necessary.
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OOC for this. Everything there is pretty much googleable, I don't expect any of them not to know the terms. To keep things simple I'm using Fomhóraigh for the mythical versions and Formorians for those from the book.
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Inside Morgan's Mind Probably around the same time GM Post Morgan's divine parent was not the most subtle of creatures and was yanked away from a rather pleasant dream during an afternoon nap to be shown a dark apocalyptic vision. Below him float a very familiar island, that of his forefather and countless pub signs, Ireland. From a small island off the coast billowed up a cloudy figure with a baleful eye glaring towards a similarly shadowy figure rising from the centre of Ireland. They he was on the ground as the two figure, with shadow armies behind them, fought savagely laying waste around them. Looking up into a nearby tree he could see the dark sharp of an owl with glowing green eye, a Blodeuwedd or the Owl, and sat as his feet sat a large grey cat watching the scene unfold, a Grimalkin. Well they might be unsubtle but at least he had an idea of who he could get to help him.
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Silberman's Books, Freedom City 1:10 pm, 4th January 2017 GM Post So far Merge Trois had been a good choice of employee, at least so far she hadn't burned the story down, except in one tiny detail. In some way she and Gretchen were similar in temperament and whilst thing hadn't gotten heated they did tend to snipe at each other. So today Merge had been banished to the stacks to restock the shelves, something she could do at speed as long as customers weren't looking, and for a while there was quiet in the store. But as usual it didn't last long before a Merge appeared from the back room. "I think the boss might want to come take a look at this." Merge didn't sound worried more perplexed, it didn't stop Gretchen glaring at her over the interruption. Luckily laser eyes weren't in her power set. "I'll be the judge of that! Let go see shall we." without waiting she made off to were the other Merge(s) were gathered. The other Merge was in the Myths and Legends section, the regular books not the more esoteric volumes, looking at a book lying open on the ground. She picked it up and showed it cover, a cheap copy of the Invasions of Ireland, and placed it gently back on the shelf with other similar books. Almost instantly it popped back out of the shelf onto the floor landing with some pages open. "Every time it's the same places something about the Second Battle of Mag Tuired." Merge explained picked the book up to return it to the same slot. They all watched it repeat the same actions before Gretchen finally said. "Yeah I think the boss should see this."
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Caer Arianrhod, Wales 8:10 pm, 4th January 2017 GM Post Watching the sunrise Arianrhod, imprisoned Welsh goddess, couldn't help but ponder that a few thousand years was a long time for mortals to hold a grudge. To pass down the duty through the generations each remembering the crime that they couldn't necessary understand or appreciate. For immortals it wasn't more than a passing inconvenient but still some held a grudge, and there seemed to burn with such a fresh passion. Those picking at old wounds and those who wounds were fresh could be just as violent and nasty as each other, and the carnage could be devastating. Luckily for those little mortals who had imprisoned them in this gilded cage she'd actually grown to like them, her imprisonment was in someway a kind of a freedom and they did provide such entertainment. <"You know you little tricks don't work on me Little Flower?"> From the shadows slinked Blodeuwedd a little irked that she'd been summoned explicitly by Arianrhod, there brief meetings had always been fraught what with the original Blodeuwedd being key to her downfall. She seemed in a pretty good mood, which was she understood was never a good thing. <"What do you require from me oh Arianrhod?"> she played the proper respect, she was a goddess after all <"You are aware that something can be both real and still mythic and both can exist at the same time?"> Blodeuwedd wasn't in the mood for Arianrhod games and gave her a look arms crossed. leaning against the balcony that overlooked the little island that was the goddess home and prison. Taking her glare as a positive she continued on talking. <"It has been three weeks since the lock of Balor has been opened, the gates to there home is now open. The Fomhóraigh are returning and the Formorians know it, it will not go well for anyone in between."> she smiled a crooked smile <"Luckily champions are being chosen, maybe you should go meet them...">
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Toraigh, Republic of Eire 20th December 2016 GM Post Tomas O Floinin hating this island a little spur of rock sitting of the coast of Ireland, but it contained a treasure worth more than it's weight in gold so he'd spent months searching. None of the obvious historical or mythic places held the object, so he'd spent month growing to hate the island more as he scowled every millimetre of the place. Finally after all that time he'd found the object so in the middle of the night he ended up digging for the item, in the dark it wasn't that impressive an object, just a circular lump of iron around the size of the dustbin lid. As the light of the torch shone over it he could admire the fine Celtic carvings on it's iron surface, impressive it this object was as old as the myths suggested, more so for the planks of wood that it sat on that look like they'd been felled only yesterday. It was the Eochair Balor ar, Balor's Key and if the stories were true it was could hold a place so no one could enter through any magical means. It was ironic then that the weather, as always on this accused island, meant he wouldn't be able to leave until after the holidays. But still what harm would it be to wait a few more weeks?