Reality Glitch
2014-03-09, 09:17 PM
Datura & Xell
After having met a few weeks ago the two of you have become thick as thieves, though you do have sort of Red Oni/Blue Oni relationship. And just the other day you two have gotten word from the local portal mages that there has been and increase in "sky-people" activity as well as sighting of a new kind that resemble draconic warforged. Neither of you have ever used the services of a portal mage so what you know about how they can supposedly travel to the closest points of light in the night sky are only rumors to both of you, but you know all too well of sky people shenanigans that were once thought only to be stories to scare children into behaving. Though the arrival of a new kind peaks your curiosity and as you approach one of the larger settlements on Ur-Eden, thus likely to have a resident portal mage who's services you can pay for.
Dej'gyth
You've only gotten off the invader's ship on this savage space-rock not two month's when a great beast unlike any you've seen before comes down from the heavens. It at first resembled a bloated tarasque but as sit come closer you could see it is more ornithological in nature w/ great draconic wings stretching further than you can see once it had landed and before it furled them back up. Now in a twist of irony, metallic forms looking like upright dragons roughly 1.5x your size step out from inside it. They to are unlike anything you can recall, but they look confused, like they're lost or the sky steed isn't fully well. Then it hits you like a rock, a racial memory, not of sensation or sensory input, but pure knowledge, an instinctual or gut feeling at they can, and may even be willing to, take you the Circle.
Graamros Glorygem
"And if I see you 'round may bar again I'll have on the next 'craft to Mon'world!" screams the burly Mul personally and quite literally kicking you out of the place after getting yet another fight (and no, I will not stop stressing every other adjective). He was being so lenient about it too, right up until you called him a filty mule, which you're still not sure if youmeant it or just mispronounced it because you are drunk out of your stout little brains. The threat of being shipped of the gorram blasted chunk of space-rock most commonly known as the World of Monsters, or Mon'wold, is enough to start sobering you up, even the most die hardy "honorable death" fanatics fear going there as it would most likely be highly horrific and painfully gruesome death and those that managed to survive survived be handing out such death like free candy, even after they got back. Doesn't sound like you'd be able to uphold your god's values either way.
You get back to the motel you're currently staying at (until you get kicked out of there), and turn of the Tv. to see what news be bringeth for today. It turns out that some astronauts encountered an advanced alien race not bent on being manipulative jerks out solely for good laugh. They have also returned safely and w/ a proposal from them: They want native help in exploring this star system and are asking for volunteers to aid them in their quest.
D'Nikar Sora
You've found out in the resent cycles why your kind is so naturally trustworthy, its nearly impossible to hide most things from yourself or others like you and absolutely impossible for you to lie. Every time you try to cover up your dealings as a Practitioner-class changeling, the very thing that alows you convey any information eventually leaks out your secrets. Though you have yet to have received anything more than scoldings from the authorities for the acts of deceit and constant warnings that changing the body will wear at the mind. They don't seem to be worrying about it as much as you are, though you can see in the back of their minds that is because they know the damage it has already caused, if any, is still in its early stages. You occasionally gotten an offer to join the empire's security corp as you have subterfuge experience, but you've caught wind of an open-application-expedition leaving soon and would rather go on that, sneakily if you have to.
***
You gotten aboard the Kaiju and things are about get off the ground. You're still surprised at how lenient the guards were to let you on. You know that they know you're here, but seeing as everyone's A.C. w/ it, you let go of the thought. After a few hours, it lands on Earth, you've heard of Earth before, you've always found it weird that it only has two native sentient species though, but you are psyched to meet them none the less.
***
You've been going for another couple hours when you pick up a telepathic broadcast, <We have arrived at our first destination and have encountered native astronauts. We have sent them the standard diplomatic proposition, and are awaiting there response, we will also be stopping to refuel at the next planet.>
Thia'Karr
You're knew to dealing w/ drakin "face-to-face", metaphorically speaking since they don't face to the same extent as earthlings, nor do they always "face" you when conversing. Though you don't seem to mind, you always have the feeling they're looking at you when they telepathically communicate, no matter their actual orientation.
You've signed onto a drakin vessel, which they call "kaiju" after the human mythical creatures that share similar properties. You took it as a chance to finally get away from those filthy apes and seek a new, better world to live on, though you'd be perfectly content if you are to explore the 'verse for the rest of you natural life (your unatural life is a different story). You find it so alien w/in a kaiju, everything is organic and in some way part of the 'craft's organs: The food supply comes from the thing's digestive tract, the navigation is a neural link into the ship's brain (the use of which drakin call "drifting"), the life support is clearly linked w/ the beast's heartbeat, and your certain that one of the walls of your quarters is the creature's bladder (not that anything has happened .... yet); you start getting comfortable when you realize there's a human couple bunking in the room next to your's. Though the ship-hands claim everyone's rooms were selected completely at random.
***
You've been going for a couple hours when you pick up a telepathic broadcast, <We have arrived at our first destination and have encountered native astronauts. We have sent them the standard diplomatic proposition, and are awaiting there response, we will also be stopping to refuel at the next planet.>
After having met a few weeks ago the two of you have become thick as thieves, though you do have sort of Red Oni/Blue Oni relationship. And just the other day you two have gotten word from the local portal mages that there has been and increase in "sky-people" activity as well as sighting of a new kind that resemble draconic warforged. Neither of you have ever used the services of a portal mage so what you know about how they can supposedly travel to the closest points of light in the night sky are only rumors to both of you, but you know all too well of sky people shenanigans that were once thought only to be stories to scare children into behaving. Though the arrival of a new kind peaks your curiosity and as you approach one of the larger settlements on Ur-Eden, thus likely to have a resident portal mage who's services you can pay for.
Dej'gyth
You've only gotten off the invader's ship on this savage space-rock not two month's when a great beast unlike any you've seen before comes down from the heavens. It at first resembled a bloated tarasque but as sit come closer you could see it is more ornithological in nature w/ great draconic wings stretching further than you can see once it had landed and before it furled them back up. Now in a twist of irony, metallic forms looking like upright dragons roughly 1.5x your size step out from inside it. They to are unlike anything you can recall, but they look confused, like they're lost or the sky steed isn't fully well. Then it hits you like a rock, a racial memory, not of sensation or sensory input, but pure knowledge, an instinctual or gut feeling at they can, and may even be willing to, take you the Circle.
Graamros Glorygem
"And if I see you 'round may bar again I'll have on the next 'craft to Mon'world!" screams the burly Mul personally and quite literally kicking you out of the place after getting yet another fight (and no, I will not stop stressing every other adjective). He was being so lenient about it too, right up until you called him a filty mule, which you're still not sure if youmeant it or just mispronounced it because you are drunk out of your stout little brains. The threat of being shipped of the gorram blasted chunk of space-rock most commonly known as the World of Monsters, or Mon'wold, is enough to start sobering you up, even the most die hardy "honorable death" fanatics fear going there as it would most likely be highly horrific and painfully gruesome death and those that managed to survive survived be handing out such death like free candy, even after they got back. Doesn't sound like you'd be able to uphold your god's values either way.
You get back to the motel you're currently staying at (until you get kicked out of there), and turn of the Tv. to see what news be bringeth for today. It turns out that some astronauts encountered an advanced alien race not bent on being manipulative jerks out solely for good laugh. They have also returned safely and w/ a proposal from them: They want native help in exploring this star system and are asking for volunteers to aid them in their quest.
D'Nikar Sora
You've found out in the resent cycles why your kind is so naturally trustworthy, its nearly impossible to hide most things from yourself or others like you and absolutely impossible for you to lie. Every time you try to cover up your dealings as a Practitioner-class changeling, the very thing that alows you convey any information eventually leaks out your secrets. Though you have yet to have received anything more than scoldings from the authorities for the acts of deceit and constant warnings that changing the body will wear at the mind. They don't seem to be worrying about it as much as you are, though you can see in the back of their minds that is because they know the damage it has already caused, if any, is still in its early stages. You occasionally gotten an offer to join the empire's security corp as you have subterfuge experience, but you've caught wind of an open-application-expedition leaving soon and would rather go on that, sneakily if you have to.
***
You gotten aboard the Kaiju and things are about get off the ground. You're still surprised at how lenient the guards were to let you on. You know that they know you're here, but seeing as everyone's A.C. w/ it, you let go of the thought. After a few hours, it lands on Earth, you've heard of Earth before, you've always found it weird that it only has two native sentient species though, but you are psyched to meet them none the less.
***
You've been going for another couple hours when you pick up a telepathic broadcast, <We have arrived at our first destination and have encountered native astronauts. We have sent them the standard diplomatic proposition, and are awaiting there response, we will also be stopping to refuel at the next planet.>
Thia'Karr
You're knew to dealing w/ drakin "face-to-face", metaphorically speaking since they don't face to the same extent as earthlings, nor do they always "face" you when conversing. Though you don't seem to mind, you always have the feeling they're looking at you when they telepathically communicate, no matter their actual orientation.
You've signed onto a drakin vessel, which they call "kaiju" after the human mythical creatures that share similar properties. You took it as a chance to finally get away from those filthy apes and seek a new, better world to live on, though you'd be perfectly content if you are to explore the 'verse for the rest of you natural life (your unatural life is a different story). You find it so alien w/in a kaiju, everything is organic and in some way part of the 'craft's organs: The food supply comes from the thing's digestive tract, the navigation is a neural link into the ship's brain (the use of which drakin call "drifting"), the life support is clearly linked w/ the beast's heartbeat, and your certain that one of the walls of your quarters is the creature's bladder (not that anything has happened .... yet); you start getting comfortable when you realize there's a human couple bunking in the room next to your's. Though the ship-hands claim everyone's rooms were selected completely at random.
***
You've been going for a couple hours when you pick up a telepathic broadcast, <We have arrived at our first destination and have encountered native astronauts. We have sent them the standard diplomatic proposition, and are awaiting there response, we will also be stopping to refuel at the next planet.>