This will be your Tomb

treacheriesarchitect:

What if we did an incredibly slow sgrub session.

Like, monthly goals. Any progress past those goals would be null until a particular date.

That way people can’t become god tier when others aren’t even in the game yet.

Month one would be “get to know your players” and pre-game plot gets to happen along with getting people involved.

Month two would be ‘get into the medium’ where everyone has game.discs and they get in and start exploring. If you aren’t in by the end of the month, your character has died! Don’t forget to prototype your kernelsprite!

Month three would be ‘Build it’ when server and client players start building buildings, collecting grist and making weapons. Primary focus on pairs, with the option of co-op grits farming on planets.

Dreamself time could be cycled through. Half the players at any given time in this time could be asleep and explore prospit and derse.

Month four is planet quests and the other half of the party getting dreamself time. Speak to your denizen, unlock the mystery of your planet, find your questbed.

Second half of month four god tiers become available.

Last week of month four the White King falls and the finale begins.

Month 5, the ‘battle for Skaia’ begins. Defeat the black king and his army, the black queen, the midnight crew and the other villains. Use your powers, your skills, weapons, anything you have to win.

Month 6 is wrap-up and post-game. Did you win? Did you lose?

If you race ahead and become god-tier before the god-tier window it would not take effect, or elsw you would not be allowed to be god-tier. Just to keep everyone in pace. It’s entirely likely that people would drop out during the 6 month campaign. Those trolls are considered dead, and the tasks become so much harder for the other players… And more interesting.

Could be fun to run, maybe this summer?

fantrollsofleto:

|| You remember what happened last time we played poker? ||

ragemind:

doomsdaydesign:

Molybd heard the metal being torn apart and cursed herself, having hope for even a few seconds more- then the hand gripped around her head and she was suddenly yanked away, being suspended in front of a very angry Indigo-blood.

The expression on Savorn’s face told volumes of how she felt about Mol’s actions. Gog, this was going to hurt. 

But it was so worth it. 

Molybd took the iron, shoved it into some of the metal grating and twisted, breaking it off. Mostly with the intention of it not being used against her. Gripping Savorns hand with her now-free hand she steadied herself, matching Savorn’s angry glare with a teasing one. 

The green-blood brought her other hand up to her lips, tongue reaching out to lick the indigo from her fingers. 

Savorn was livid and she knew that Mol knew that.  The teasing expression… how casually she licked her fingers.  There was murder in the Taller Troll’s eyes.  No… she wasn’t going to give the smaller Troll a rough pailing, or a flogging…  that was too good… she’d make her hurt.  Looking over at the broken branding device, she pulled herself from the restraints, the metal yielding to her as though it were paper.  Grabbing the branding device, she looked it over while holding Mol aloft.  The handle was still intact… that was good.  Pressing the button, electricity snapped off the tip of it.

“I’ll give you one of two choices.”

Her voice was cold… ruthless.  Kismesis or no, Mol likely knew she was lucky to even be breathing.

“either a.  i’m going to carve some nice little designs into your flesh with my bare hands and don’t worry… i won’t be gentle.”

“or b. we’ll see just how much of a charge this thing has in it.  after all boldness is its own reward but since you think yourself on equal footing with me it is only fair that I treat you as such.”

Shit. Molybd knew instantly that she had pushed things too far… the rough pailing she had hoped for -rougher than usual, even- had been left far, far behind. There was death in Savorn’s eyes. Death, pain, suffering. 

This was going to be a long night. 

|| I’ll take what’s behind door number two. || 

Permanent scars were things she could not afford to have in her profession, she could only hope the shocker would not have enough strength to leave serious burns on her, though she doubted she’d get out of this unmarred. 

There was no fear in her voice, she stared at Savorn level-headed. She had earned this, her reward for the stunt she had just pulled. If Savorn was going to treat her like an equal, then she’d take it with pleasure. 

At least, for now. 

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fantrollsofleto:

treacheriesarchitect:

|| No. || Molybd grinned darkly. She was going to pay for this later, but oh sweet revenge was her’s for now. 

With her free hand she gripped the front of Savorn’s robes, pulling the heavy armor up and sliding underneath. She pulled away whatever pants the highblood might have been wearing and underwear, humming to herself as the iron began to glow red. 

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Savorn snarled, feeling the small figure slip under her robes.  Above the smaller Troll, the metal was groaning loudly as the massive figure struggled against the restraints.  Mol knew that she hated being bound in any fashion.  Once or twice she let the smaller Troll take the initiative just for shits and giggles, but this… she took control by force.  It infuriated her but at the same time… there was a small flicker of pride, knowing the smaller Troll wouldn’t have ever done this without her influence.  The brand pissed her off though, burns DID heal… it just took months and months for it to actually vanish.

In the boots, the sharp-nailed toes curled as the fingers slipped into her.  “FUCK, YOU.”  She roared, her body jerking as the metal pressed to her skin.  That added to the extra fingers…  the pain didn’t bother her too much, but it was the whole situation.  The sound of metal being ripped apart, a hand shooting under the robe and grabbed Mol’s head dragging her out from under the robe, bringing her up to eye-level, the anger evident on her face.

Molybd heard the metal being torn apart and cursed herself, having hope for even a few seconds more- then the hand gripped around her head and she was suddenly yanked away, being suspended in front of a very angry Indigo-blood.

The expression on Savorn’s face told volumes of how she felt about Mol’s actions. Gog, this was going to hurt. 

But it was so worth it. 

Molybd took the iron, shoved it into some of the metal grating and twisted, breaking it off. Mostly with the intention of it not being used against her. Gripping Savorns hand with her now-free hand she steadied herself, matching Savorn’s angry glare with a teasing one. 

The green-blood brought her other hand up to her lips, tongue reaching out to lick the indigo from her fingers. 

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ragemind:

treacheriesarchitect:

Molybd frowned, not looking at Savorn. She knew, to some degree, the giant troll was right, power was valued. She was Savorn’s, with all the detriments and benefits that came with.  

||I was fine with politics before I met you.|| Molybd grumbled, leading her down the stairs, along the hallway and then into the sitting room. || I had plenty of work, that hasn’t changed at all.||

She stepped through the sitting room and into the ‘dungeon’, stopping and turning to face her kismesis as the larger troll ducked to step inside… and into the trap.

||Really, it’s been business as usual.|| Molybd grinned as the restraints came into place, lifting the heavy troll into the air. She shed her robes, revealing a short green underbust corset, a garterbelt holding thigh-high stockings and sharp black heels. Weilding the electric poker she clicked the button, stepping towards the hanging indigoblood.

Hopefully the shock would be enough to hold Savorn in place long enough for the iron to get hot. 

“hmmm, maybe.  but since then you have been doing so much better.  you might have the same amount of work, but because of me you have higher value clients, access to greater resources, and the chances of you getting doublecrossed are so much lower.”

She replied as they made their way down the stairs.  Of course, more often than not, since the two of them were usually in the same port, so… Savorn made it a habit to show up at her ‘parties’ and gatherings.  Most of the highbloods were happy for her presence even if it made Mol uneasy.  A member of the high Subjugglators was a rare honor to such things despite their well known… volatile attitudes.

Then… the restraints came out of nowhere, gripping her through the cloth armor.  Snarling, the eyes flashed dangerously as she struggled against the metal.

“release me, now.”  

She hissed, glaring down at the smaller Troll, the metal groaning in protest against her struggling.

|| No. || Molybd grinned darkly. She was going to pay for this later, but oh sweet revenge was her’s for now. 

With her free hand she gripped the front of Savorn’s robes, pulling the heavy armor up and sliding underneath. She pulled away whatever pants the highblood might have been wearing and underwear, humming to herself as the iron began to glow red. 

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ragemind:

doomsdaydesign:

Molybd held back a growl, Savorn always managed to spark her anger better than anyone. At least the ceilings were high, the entry way wide, large enough for even the brainless brute to move around comfortably.

The memories of the pre-party played in her head as the finger brushed her chin. What a mess that had been, literally and figuratively. Somehow she had managed to get the green cleaned up from the floor and change her outfit, but indigo and emerald smears had stayed on the window all evening without her noticing. She turned her head out of Ragemind’s grip, a growl slipping through as she glared up at her kismesis. 

||There won’t be any punishment tonight, Savorn.|| Not for me, at least. ||Now, I do have things set up downstairs, someplace you can’t destroy the rest of my hive.||

The small growls, the frowns.  It was all wonderful.  Of course she didn’t like seeing the green blood happy.  Hell, it was more of her prerogative to make sure the Troll stayed quite the opposite to help harvest some nice black feelings… not that she needed to.  Aside from the very brief matespritship she had so many sweeps ago, almost all of her quadrant relations were black though given Savorn’s track record, that wasn’t surprising in the least.

“now why would i do that hmmm?”

She asked, flicking the Smaller troll’s forehead and examining the room.

“after all, isn’t having a highblood in your quadrants supposed to be a boon of sorts?”

The larger Troll looked down at Mol, having completely ignored her prior request.

||It’s only a boon if it’s redrom.|| She grumbled, rubbing her forehead, certain a bruise would form. Molybd herself headed to the staircase, hoping Savorn would get the hint and follow. ||And you’d destroy everything for the same reason you broke my doorknobs and made a mess of my foyer last time you were here, bitch <3<||

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ragemind:

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||It was fucking unlocked, bitch.|| She growled, coming around from the back staircase. Her eyes glanced mournfully at the handles on the floor, she’d have to replace those in time for the party… ugh. 

||You’re here early, what, anxious to see me?|| She teased, hand on her hip, wearing a simpler set of robes. 

“was it?  i must not have noticed, such flimsy things.  i’d have thought you could build something a little more… durable.”

She commented, standing up fully inside of the building and stretching a bit.  The last time she came here… it was an hour before her little black quadrant had a party and she grabbed her and pailed her right against the front window, leaving slurry all over the floor… and a nice imprint of the smaller Troll on the window itself.

“pft, hardly.  the less time you have to prepare some half-assed scheme the better.  it’d be a shame if i’d have to punish you, now wouldn’t it?”

She half-asked, leaning down and pressing a finger against Mel’s chin, lifting it up to force a meeting of the eyes.

Molybd held back a growl, Savorn always managed to spark her anger better than anyone. At least the ceilings were high, the entry way wide, large enough for even the brainless brute to move around comfortably.

The memories of the pre-party played in her head as the finger brushed her chin. What a mess that had been, literally and figuratively. Somehow she had managed to get the green cleaned up from the floor and change her outfit, but indigo and emerald smears had stayed on the window all evening without her noticing. She turned her head out of Ragemind’s grip, a growl slipping through as she glared up at her kismesis. 

||There won’t be any punishment tonight, Savorn.|| Not for me, at least. ||Now, I do have things set up downstairs, someplace you can’t destroy the rest of my hive.||

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ragemind:

She hadn’t turned the husktop off, she flat out pushed it out the window into the harbor.  Since the little fishling lost her power source, she was stranded in the harbor until she managed to commandeer another… though that could take weeks if not months.  So until then… she was stuck.  Stuck on land… stuck in this dinky little port… no combat, no fighting… no nothing.  It was all enough for her to go on a rampage.  After all, who would stop her?  A massive indigo-blood, a massive well known indigo blood.

Cracking her knuckles, she climbed to her feet.  Better to not keep her stunty little Kismesis waiting.  Down the large corridor of the ship, and out the airlock.  It was only a transport ship, though she had flown it into combat more times than she could count.  A good ship… strong… enduring, and more often than not, the opposition underestimated it… right up until her forces came pouring out of the hatch.

Leaving the port, she made her wait to the residential sector of the small town… and soon enough, the ornate hive of her black quadrant.  So fancy and pristine… it sickened her.  This was not the home of a warrior.  It was the home of a lapdog.  Somewhere to grow fat and content.  She missed her bunker on her usual planet.  Nice, strong, fortified, just the basics… well… aside from a few slaves to keep her… entertained, though half of them ended up dying before the next sweep. 

Resting a finger on the knob of the door, she pushed it until there was a loud ‘CRACK’ of the metal snapping inside of the wood, the metal orbs falling to the ground on either side of the door.  Grinning to herself, she pushed the door open, leaning down so she could fit inside.

“oh little biitch~  I’m hiive~”

Her tone was low and dangerous as she looked around, gripping the edge of the door with a clawed hand.

||It was fucking unlocked, bitch.|| She growled, coming around from the back staircase. Her eyes glanced mournfully at the handles on the floor, she’d have to replace those in time for the party… ugh. 

||You’re here early, what, anxious to see me?|| She teased, hand on her hip, wearing a simpler set of robes. 

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