Quote from: Feline Prince on May 31, 2007, 09:59:45 am

I'd rather see the PS Devs put their efforts towards things other than fart mechanics.

Hear, hear.

I agree, but it doesn't hurt to discuss potential features for future releases.

[Here's the deal, post either Planeshift fan art or an interesting screenshot from the game and I will write a story based on them.  I'll write a 'chapter' to the tale for every four screenshots that I get, or a series of short stories if the images are that disjointed.  Let's see what kind of Planeshift tale can be told.]

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"Silly old man..." quietly muttered the shadow that had followed Gorwen into the tavern unnoticed.  She had taken a seat by a table near where Gorwen was sitting.  His conversation with the Hammerweilder was nothing more than small talk to disturb a wayfaring stranger.  Nevertheless, her own senses where off the scale as she stared at Gorwen as he sipped his drink from the mug, avoiding eye contact with everyone that was there.

"Is everything ok?" Allelia asked the odd shadow of a woman.
"Huh..., oh yeah, everything's ok," the woman struggled to say back.
"Got a thing for that Dermarian, don't you?" Allelia, being a perceptive bartender, asked while pointing at Gorwen.
"Oh, no.  Of course not," the woman responded, "what gave you that silly idea?  His obviously too young for me."
"Age is rarely a factor when it comes to matters of the heart," Allelia replied, "and you have been staring at him for a rather long time."
"I didn't notice..." the woman replied, then tightened lip and stared at the table until Allelia took the hint and walked away to serve other patrons.  Once gone the woman started staring at Gorwen again.

***

Gorwen felt that strange, dark skinned, white haired woman stare at him, but he didn't want to make eye contact and stared at his mug.

[This is a roleplay?  I'm in, I hope]

Standing by the statue in the plaza, a tall, well-built woman with dark skin and piercing green eyes looked around until her eyes fell on Gorwen and his new friend.  A common site in her eyes, a lost visitor looking for directions.  Yet, she still stared on while many other people around her when about their own business.  Stroking her long, white hair she fell into deep thought while her glance was still in Gorwen and Aerianna.  Were they who she thought they were?  Likely not, but she was bored in a city full of demons, some more vile then the ones she tangoed with in a past long ago.  Brushing down her leather armor she started walking down the plaza towards them.  The young Dermorian man was heading away from the plaza and up the large staircase, likely towards the local tavern.  Sensing something odd in the boy she knew in her bones she had to follow him.  She had to hope no one noticed...

[I'm trying to make a mysterious, secretive character that will gradually reveal herself as the story progresses.  So, don't tell me i haven't put a lot of description into the character, I plan to add more as the story progresses.]

[Sorry to those who thinks The Outsider is an annoying tale.  It isn't over just yet, and sorry yet again for the long time it took to get the next chapter up]

Chapter 4: First Miracle

Everything was first blurring, then dark, then blurring again as Mikodite feel into death's arms.  As she fought inside to stay alive she could feel arms wrap around her, as if lifting her from the bench she was sitting on, the world that had killed her, the reaper taking her to the realm of the dead.  She struggled with what energy she had left at the nameless spirit that came to clam her.  It wasn't enough as she passed into unconsciousness.  She heard the spirit whisper something to her, she could not distinguish what was said but could no longer fight this spirit.

Phasing slowing into consciousness again she felt the spirit lay her on a soft surface.  A warm covering was pulled over her and this spirit held her left hand.  More whispering was heard but indistinguishable.  Becoming more aware she heard someone say "There there, my angel, you will live, you will live."  Finally, she could hear everything with clarity as before and she opened her eyes to a familiar setting: the inn room.  She found herself in the bed of the inn room her new friend had rented out.

She turned her head to see Orchani sitting in a chair next to her bedside, stroking her left hand.  Their eyes meet and his expression widened to that of joy.

"Miko!  You have awaken!" Orchani exclaimed, "Thank the heavens your alright."
"Oh... Orchani," Mikodite struggled to say while Orchani kissed her on the forehead.
"The healer was doubtful, but I knew you would be alright.  You are an angel after all," Orchani added.  Mikodite was still to groggy to argue his claim of her angel attribute.
"What had happened?" Mikodite asked, "Was it poisoned?" 
"No Miko, worse," Orchani replied in horror, "the arrowhead was plated with platinum."
"Platinum?" Mikodite asked puzzled.  Not that she ever had a close encounter with a weapon made of a precious metal, but how would platinum almost kill her.

"Here is what the healer told me," Orchani began his explianation, "He check the arrowhead with these weird slime stuff, and because they didn't change colour there wasn't any poison.  He then did some weird metal test and told me it was platinum.  He conclude that your weird dermorian and diaboli heritage made the platinum react to your skin and body.  He got the appropriate cleansing salve and told me to pray.  So glad you made it."

"My dermorain slash diabloi heritage?" Mikodite asked even more puzzled than before.
"You are Ynnwn my angel, aren't you?" Orchani asked.
"Yes, yes I am," Mikodite said, hoping she didn't sound like she was lying.
"Just rest a bit, Miko," Orchani said in a comforting voice, "even an angel like yourself has a weakness."
"Ochani, I am not an angel," some of Mikodite's strength had returned and she said that to Orchani, and continued with "The healer said it himself.  I'm Ynnwn."
"Ynnwn or not, I'm as sure as the Azure Sun lights Yliakum that you are an angel!" Orchani exclaimed.

"The Azure what?" Mikodite asked in confusion.  Since when was a sun blue in colour.
"You are quite out of it, aren't you," Orchani remarked, then pulled the covers of the bed to her neck and said "Get some sleep Mikodite.  You need to heal."

[Feel free to post comments about the story so I know if this is any good or not]

Well, I guess if your going to have your character as an annoying snot-bag, you need the associated emotes.  It takes all people to make a world turn after all.  I can even see it now: belching contests in the tavern, people farting in the streets to tell others to f##! off, rather interesting displays of affections, among other things!  One is only limited by their imagination.

Of course it should read "Snot-Bag farts around ThisPerson" as opposed to "Snot-Bag farts on ThisPerson."

[sry this took a while.  I got busy and I wasn't sure what would happen next]

Chapter 3: The vengence of the town.  Is it over?

Mikodite stared into his eyes.  Her steelly green eyes left an impression on him.  That was when she learned that she had a power that wasn't there before.  It seemed that she could feel the very being of another person.  This was strange, as she could sense danger and the sort, but not this.  The feeling was frightening, yet intoxicating.

"Mikodite," she finally said to him after a moment of silence.
"Aye, a beautiful name to fit a beautiful angel," Orchani replied in that revelation.
"Thanks, I think," Mikodite responded awkwardly.
"To the room then?" Orchani asked.

Mikodite followed him into the inn lobby.  The building was a inn combination tavern, and it was quiet as it would be early in the morning.  The barkeep waved as they came in.  "Hoy ther good sire, whant can I do for yer and yer lardy friend?" said the bartender obnoxiously.
"Just checking in like I normally do," Orchani replied, "I got myself an angel you know."
"Ite, course yer do," the bartender replied.

After walking up a series of stairs, their room was before them.  A small room with a desk, a chair, and a bed: one bed.  Mikodite looked around and sighed "home for now."
"It's been my home for a while Miko," Orchani told her, "It ain't easy out there."
"So I figure," Mikodite replied.  She then stepped out the room and down the stairs.

She entered the bar area and out the door.  Today was when she would find work.  She didn't bother to take money with her from her home world because it was likely to be worthless here.  Nevertheless, she would need some sort of income if she was to live long enough to complete her mission.  As well, Mikodite vowed before leaving her home that she would return to her husband and children, alive and well.

It was a fruitless search.  Many of the shops in town were refusing help in fear of being robbed.  Times were indeed dark.  Day became night, and Mikodite looked at the sky and sighed.  It was an alien sky, with no stars and no moon: just complete darkness.  The only nights were the ones from peoples houses.  It was enough for Mikodite though, as she had nightvision.  She decided to head back for the inn, it was late and the town would turn on her.

Too late: she heard a man scream "There she is.  Get her!"  Mikodite ran from the threat.  Men were coming in her direction with torches and swords.  After running from street to street, she saw a ledge behind a house.  She ducked behind a nearby pile of barrels and then slid herself between the edge of the ledge and the house.  She scaled the wall of the house and had lost her pursuers.
 


She kept going for as far as she could, until she felt a stabbing pain in her thigh on the left leg.  She by instinct slid down the ledge, holding on to the ledge with her hands, then letting herself drop.  It wasn't a long drop, but landing with grace was difficult.  Mikodite was afraid to look at her leg as she fell to the ground in her stealth-like way.  Her leg was hurting even more.  She limped on towards a small park, her leg intensifying with pain as she walked.  The pain had spread to her calf and up her hip by the time she grabbed a seat on a stone bench.  She was very tired, odd considering she didn't run very far and hadn't been in that much pain initially.  Listlessly she examined her leg.

It had an arrow sticking out of it.  She hadn't seen or heard anything, which was odd, as she felt down its shaft.  She was getting groggy and the pain from that arrow had gotten worse and had spread to her torso and other leg.  She layed herself on the bench: by now she was in too much pain and was too tired to move.  Was this arrow going to kill her?  Had it been poisoned, and why if so?

All she knew was that she failed her mission as she drifted into sleep, death sleep, with a tear from her eye.