Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 9/29/2006 9:35:22 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	WUUUAAAAAGGGGGHH Asmod leaps over a fallen tree, crunching a small woodland animal in his landing. A spinning axe flies by his head, breaking through a small tree, handle-first, without noticably losing speed or changing direction. You can see that we're dealing with some very large and powerful beings here. He begins to zig-zag, and another smaller axe whistles by where his spine had been a moment ago. A troll runs out in front of him, axe brandished, but he is punished by Asmod's momentum. Another flying axe glances off of his left shoulder armor. That slag wasn't cheap, and now it has another nick. Now he's mad. His feet dig several inches into the muddy ground as he suddenly stops. He turns and detaches his compact warhammer from it's single-point QD sling. He feels the trembling of his foes vibrating the air. A slight smirk crosses his face. He bashes another flying axe out of the air just before running back the way he came, back toward his invisible assailants. His mouth opens gradually for the first twenty steps, until finally a terrifying cry is emitted from his vocal chords. One larger troll who is apparently too big for his britches steps out from his hiding place, only to have his skull quickly shattered. Asmod kicks the body toward another of his attackers, but it doesn't travel quite far enough. It was worth a shot. Asmod accidentally hits the tree with his swing, giving the troll ample time to turn and run. The death of this tree doesn't bother Asmod much, as he's no environmentalist. He picks up a dropped axe and hurls it at the escaping troll, dropping him. That's when he remembers that it wasn't just seven or eight trolls tailing him--it was an entire tribe. Of about a hundred. His unceasing warcry suddenly takes a fearful turn as he turns back around and once again gains momentum. He leans down and picks up a fallen axe as he runs and tosses it haphazardly over his shoulder. He hears a cry of pain and a thud. He blinks, but doesn't look back. The jungle soon becomes denser and he nearly slams into a rock cliff face without seeing it, but stops in time. He turns back toward the incoming tribe. "Now is the time to make a stand." he thinks to himself heroically. When he hears the horde of stomps growing louder, however, he changes his mind again and begins to run along the cliff face. He soon comes to a cave and stops. He recalls that caves were orc habitat in olden times. So he enters. He immediately smacks himself for it. First of all, Tecomi wolves like caves. Second of all... Wait. There is no second. And wolves like orcs. He thinks. He frowns. Luckily, trolls have really short attention spans. Furthermore, they don't really like caves much. It's win-win. They leave shortly after Asmod wins a game of rock-paper-scissors with his new wolf friend. He hangs out with the wolf for a few hours and has a great time. After nightfall, he finds a patch of woods with a thin canopy, sits on a log, and stares at the planet. It's pretty awesome. But he wishes he could get there. You see, just before he began running from a tribe of trolls, he jumped out of a low-flying pirate ship in which he was imprisoned and landed on the troll chieftain, compressing and snapping his spine with one fell swoop. An honest mistake, but they just couldn't accept it. So now he's in the middle of freakin' no where, with no civilization to be had. Or, that's what he thought until the city lights flipped on, flooding the entire area with blinding light. Up on the cliff was the biggest city on Tecom. Funny how things work out. It isn't long before he scales the cliff face and finds a tavern in which a warm substance to which he holds great liking could be had. He drinks and drinks, and nobody bothers him.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 10/5/2006 1:05:53 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: WUUUAAAAAGGGGGHH Some time later, he has no idea how he ended up on the mechanical bull, being cheered on by the other drunken patrons long after last call. A being of his mass does not get drunk easily. His barely active subconscious is dreading looking into his wallet later. NO, ASMOD. DON'T SNAP THE MECHANICAL BULL'S NECK-- Dang it. You are drunk, huh? People start throwing money at him whilst whooping and hollering, though, so it's not all bad. The bartender had slumped over asleep on the bar some time ago. Asmod tries to find a clock to see what time it is, but he chortles instead. He broke the bull. He thinks he needs to leave. He gets off and hands the decapitated head to a rather large man, who seems all too willing to take it. The man high-fives his buddy as Asmod stumbles out. That was fun. He slams to the ground.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 10/5/2006 3:46:29 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: WUUUAAAAAGGGGGHH He wakes up wrapped in chains, which are also wrapped around a pipe inside a dank, steel room. He hears the thrum of engines behind him. Ah. Pirates. He forgot. He stands up and steps forward, effortlessly snapping the pipe off. The chains could be a slightly bigger problem. He wriggles. They fall off. Nevermind being a problem. Without a second thought, he kicks open the door. Three guys with guns turn to him. He gives one of them a new knee and physically attempts to conjoin the heads of the other two. It doesn't work, but it accomplishes another goal of his. The pilot jumps up and grabs for a rifle near him, but Asmod hurls him headfirst into a bulkhead. He hopes the ship has an autopilot type deal.
Asmod Doomfinger MASSIVE WARRIOR DO NOT CROSS Dominion Master 10/15/2006 4:46:20 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 46	RE: WUUUAAAAAGGGGGHH The rifle was a really cheap plastic beam rifle and it snapped in half when Asmod threw the guy into the bulkhead. He throws it down at the body in anger. Unsure of which ones are alive and which ones aren't, he drags the three of them into the back and puts them in the chains he was previously wrapped in, making sure they're tight, because he's apparently smarter than these pirates. He looks out the front window. The ship has exited the atmosphere of its own accord. He sits in the pilot seat, unintentionally snaps off the loosely bolted armrests with his girth, and looks around the controls. Why isn't anything ever clearly marked? He then notices on a monitor that the ship's destination is the nearby SAG. Not sure where that goes, but he doesn't know where to go anyway, so he just rolls with it. He gets up and begins seeking his hammer, which was apparently separated from him when the pirates found him again. He soon finds it in the back room sitting on a plastic crate, whose lid is caved in badly under the hammer's weight. He puts the hammer back on and opens the plastic crate. Lots of fine china inside. Well, not so fine now that it was shattered by somebody tossing a 50 pound warhammer on it. There are a couple intact plates, though, so he stuffs them into a nearby sack, which is full of small starship power cells, beam rifle magazines, and a few knives, and which he fully intends to take. He slings the sack over his shoulder and reenters the cockpit. The ship is nearing the SAG by now, so the pro-sanity shield closes, cutting off his view of the outside. He kicks his feet up on one of the side control panels. It sparks.

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