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Post by Kanna on Apr 11, 2011 22:02:46 GMT -5
Can I just put in that I'd love to put Xuann in? I've got her SGRUB session already working on another site, with a lovely group of people. We're already using ancestors too. XD I can throw up a summary of her session if you need it. The only other trolls we have are Kentank, Wytmonde, Yamuna, and Tanith. Wytmonde does a lovely Karkat, by the way. <3
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Post by Brittany on Apr 11, 2011 22:03:13 GMT -5
Oh, okay...I see.
But how did they end up in the Veil? How were they even on Alternia when it was destroyed with the troll's session? And if they didn't come from Alternia, where did they come from?
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Post by Brittany on Apr 11, 2011 22:03:54 GMT -5
We should have a trolls thread is what we should have.
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Post by Murray on Apr 11, 2011 22:04:49 GMT -5
I don't know, I'm just repeating what I've been told.
Our trolls, SOMEHOW ended up there, as they SOMEHOW survived the glub. They came from Alternia, but this is all I know, I'm not in any position to say how these things happened.
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Post by Brittany on Apr 11, 2011 22:07:08 GMT -5
Well, it is my opinion that we create a GOOD story for them.
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Post by Murray on Apr 11, 2011 22:09:10 GMT -5
Well I'm not writing it.
All I know is that, unless we give the explanation that "there's a 1 in a billion chance of survival", they would need something more powerful than a horrorterror to let them survive the glub.
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Post by Kanna on Apr 11, 2011 22:11:01 GMT -5
I don't want this to get used, but the one I'm doing on F-List has a wonderful backstory.
SOLLUX GOT BOUGHT OUT BY TROLL LUTHOR. YES.
So basically, ours is the 1st SGRUB session. Don't know what you guys want to do, but we're keeping far from the original trolls as possible. OF COURSE, XUANN-CESTOR MESSES ALL THIS UP FROM WORKING WITH DUELSCAR, MINDFANG, AND SUBJUGGULATOR. GOG.
And then there's the Oni. >:?
So yeah. That's what I'm doing. YEP.
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Post by Brittany on Apr 11, 2011 22:13:25 GMT -5
That seems incredibly silly. But the idea is attractive.
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Post by Zach on Apr 11, 2011 22:17:36 GMT -5
I like Kanna's idea.
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Post by ღMax on Apr 11, 2011 22:19:15 GMT -5
-continues to be very confused-
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Post by Murray on Apr 11, 2011 22:22:01 GMT -5
I'm just looking for the original idea.
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Post by Kanna on Apr 11, 2011 22:29:51 GMT -5
IT'S NOT MY IDEA. D8
Tis Wytmonde's.
And just for an example of ancestor-shenanigans...
==> Indulge in lost ancestral fantasies because recoillessBifurcation is making it sound really fun
As Kentank began to drift off to sleep, an errant memory flooded into his head. He could never find a recuperacoon that fit him, so he'd become accustomed to sleeping on bedding, something most trolls couldn't handle. It made his dreams fraught with nightmares and bloodthirsty thoughts accumulated from centuries of troll ancestry and evolution, but it was something he had to put up with, and therefore learned to. Well, mostly anyways. He still had terrible visions, but they didn't impair his sleep much anymore. And so, every night there were visions of his past bloodlines that crept into his dreams, probably memories of his ancestors. Most were broken and unmanageable, but they were all definitely horrible. This particular memory was one he'd seen several times, but never as lucid as this. ________________________________________
It began with a view off a mountaintop, a cave several stories from the ground, looking out onto a verdant plain. He recognized it as what was probably the dwelling of his ancestor, one of the Oni from old trollwive's tales. The Oni were a long-forgotten sub-race of trolls, huge, menacing, and even more destructive than regular trolls, if that were even possible. At least, they were thought to be a sub-race. They all had horns, fangs, and the dispositions of trolls (though they were far more barbaric), but they were said to be the product of the accursed Angels who had mixed their own genes with some unlucky trolls in some accursed filial pails, creating a massive, monstrous sort of nephilim. This was thought to be because of their deep red-hued skin color and the fact they all seemed to have blood of a golden-yellow color, the same as the glow those accursed angels gave off. They were as big as a good-sized respiteblock on average, and they lived far away in small clutches, hidden in mountains and forests. Every once in a while, when they ran out of food probably, they went in the light of Alternia's two moons to raid towns and capture trolls for their own cannibalistic indulgences. Sometimes they'd even go out alone to capture solitary, unsuspecting trolls that dared to wander in dangerous places during the night. Of course, all the Oni were dead now. The highbloods all decided they needed to kill something and the Oni had been around causing trouble long enough. With a none-too-precise campaign they laid waste to every dwelling that Oni supposedly resided in.
But Kentank long ago discovered he was somehow linked to one of these terrible beasts, which was none too surprising considering his oddly ruddy complexion and impressive height. To avoid any confrontations from people who might (probably would) choose to lynch him for his ancestry, he chose to build his respiteblock far, far away from any civilization, out in a wasteland plain. Somewhere he could be safe from the prying eyes of the Fleet and other such disturbances. He was a simple troll, and didn't have a problem living off the land. Of course, when he discovered Xuann that existence had taken a strange turn...
Anyways, enough of the backstory, and on to the mysteriously fore-post-shadowing dream sequence. He was looking out of a cave mouth, his supposed dwelling, on a plain far below, and the country road some miles away. With great agility that didn't quite fit his huge stature, he glided off the mountain and onto the grasslands below, rushing through the tall plants towards what looked like a shining ball in the distance. As he neared it he realized that it was a lamp or lantern of some sort, and that some unwary traveler was about to befall a terrible fate on his behalf. As he crashed out of the brush and onto the road, there was a piercing scream, muffled in a watery wail because of the dream-state, and he caught a glimpse of a band of guards, definitely royal ones, as he crashed a huge claw into one of them. Their old-fashioned metal armor and polearms were no match for his giant clawed hands and already iron-like skin, and he swept away five of them before they could even get a good stab in. As they all lay dying before him, he slowly turned towards the carriage, pulled by two hoofbeasts. They were trying desperately to break their reigns, but to no avail. He ignored them however, and went to examine the carriage. A thought in his head told him that, from experience, great treasures were often hidden in these big, ornate, traveling boxes. He grabbed the top and with a swipe of his hand tore off most of one of the sides. As he peered inside he saw only darkness, but upon closer inspection he noticed a tiny pair of yellow eyes looking at him from the farthest corner. He recognized fear in those eyes, so it was definitely alive, whatever it was. He reached inside and quickly grasped the small figure, pulling it out of the carriage. The figure, shrouded in shadow, was lost to the opacity of the dream, and as he looked at this silhouetted figure, he recognized something foreign inside him, a feeling he did not often know... ________________________________________
Kentank started violently from his sleep. He looked around and realized that he was being stared at by several small pawbeasts and satyrkinds that had come down from their homes in the mountain to hunt. With a low, loud growl to signify he was off-limits for food, he watched them scatter before settling down into another sleep. This time the dream opened up to the sight of fire and death, bodies of trolls everywhere as he lumbered across the field of battle he was engaged at. Suddenly, he stopped and turned behind him, eyes resting on a single male troll across the battlefield. It too was silhouetted in an opaque shroud, but he was definitely strong, a commanding power in his stance. As the silhouette brought up his arm and pointed something at him, a thought ran through his mind, one that didn't run through too often. He quickly realized it was an emotion: fear. He was fearful for one of the few times in his life, and probably for the last. There was a loud, sharp sound, and suddenly everything went dark...
AND MY REPLY TO THIS.
==> Also take a nap and join in on Ancestor shenanigans.
Somewhere along the way, Xuann had started to regret not taking a nap before departing. After all, the shenanigans with Hanums had left her somewhere between nodding off and being completely exhausted. The lack of sopor slime meant a definite threat of nightmares, not that she hadn't braved through them before. After making sure she was unlikely to slide off Turtlemom, the tiny girl finally succumbed to slumber. And thus, it began again... __________________________________ The dream was much different than she had expected at first, after having seen many things from this person's eyes. Xuann had always assumed this was one of her ancestors, and really could see a bit of the resemblance, when given a scene with a mirror. Usually such things were disgusting to her, and the slightest bit erotic. Scenes such as torture, murder, and various others had shown up frequently, though this was the first that put a name to her. "miss feyn, please return safely. wwe are expecting you to return wwith some marvvelous silk as usual." A dislocated voice from outside the carriage greeted. She simply nodded, with a smile. "It's not often you let me go, Duelscar. Perhaps this little stitch in time will teach you to refrain from such ridiculous shenanigans with the Seamstrace's silk. I shall return with sew much silk, not even Mindfang's collection will compare!" Ah, there was that hauty voice...but Feyn? That couldn't be her first name, could it? "of course, xiao. now please do hurry. wwe wwill be awwaiting your return." Duelscar sniffed, and the carriage was off. Ah. Xiao. Xiao Feyn. ___________ Your name is XIAO FEYN. You are a LOWLY GREEN BLOOD of 10 SOLAR SWEEPS working for the HIGHBLOODS as the royal court's SEAMSTRACE. You were chosen at YOUR WRIGGLING DAY with several others of the same area of the hemospectrum to be CONDITIONED to take this job. Sadly, over a period of time, they were all KILLED FOR THEIR FAILURE, leaving you as the heir to a GREAT LINE OF SUCCESSION. You TAILOR mainly for the EMPRESS and a few others, like DUELSCAR, MINDFANG, and the SUBJUGALATOR on occasion. You have a great FETISH for the color RED, no matter if it's mutant or not. Maybe this is why you WEAR SO MUCH OF IT. You even have your hair DYED RED. Your superiors tend to laugh at you for it, but you don't care at all. When you speak, you do it perfectly, sew that many can understand you. However, you do sew with a plethora of sewing jokes. Your trolltag is gildedChiffon. ______________________ ==> A Xiao is you!
Suddenly, it was an entirely different time. It was the dead of night, the carriage still en-route to the little community of tailors, when something struck. Xiao tensed up the moment she heard the screams and shouts of the guards. Another attack, just like the ones she had heard about in the palace. She scooted over to the farthest edge of the cabin, curling up as she stared into the darkness. And then suddenly, silence. It didn't last for long as the carriage shook from the footsteps of the attacker, and soon enough, the very top of her shelter was ripped clear off. The memory suddenly became more fuzzy as she stared up at a massive creature. No. A troll. Soon enough, the giant picked her up out of the cart, and looked at her. She could feel the warmth pulse up through her veins, and a feeling of absolute connection she couldn't describe while she looked at this...this... ______ Xuann jerked awake, right in time for her head to hit a low tree branch. She sobbed loudly, lying back down on her lusus as they continued their journey. She at least felt more rested now, and it had stopped raining for the moment. They were almost to the base of the mountains.
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Post by Murray on Apr 11, 2011 22:38:16 GMT -5
I'd rather we keep ancestors out of this for simplicities sake. And I couldn't find where we had the idea to put our trolls in the old session.
Also, I'll be using my new troll instead of Xcvius if we use this version, simply because this new version is mutually exclusive to certain aspects of his character.
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Post by Kanna on Apr 11, 2011 22:45:45 GMT -5
I said nothing even remotely about putting ancestors in. I wanted to show off the shenanigans I had going, nothing more.
GOG.
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Post by Murray on Apr 11, 2011 22:55:24 GMT -5
I was just saying.
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