OOC: Sorry. The person/user who was here had left, so I'm out of ideas myself as for what to do. There aren't enough players to have any meaningful conquering, so I've been trying to come up with something to do, but nothing good is coming to mind.
OOC: Sorry. The person/user who was here had left, so I'm out of ideas myself as for what to do. There aren't enough players to have any meaningful conquering, so I've been trying to come up with something to do, but nothing good is coming to mind.
Post by slipperysnakeboy on Mar 2, 2022 13:08:59 GMT
He had one victory, and in time, he would challenge the other four sisters, but now was the time for craftmanship. Amakka spit a bolt of plasma into the forge and began heating some solid protodermis. Normally he would craft a set of armor purely out of protodermis, only this time, he had a better idea. If he could isolate some of his own antidermis into the right sort of virus, could he replicate the effects of rahkshi armor? It was worth a shot. The Makuta did the necessary calculations in his head, then made a silent prayer to himself that it would at least show promise in the first attempt.
He had one victory, and in time, he would challenge the other four sisters, but now was the time for craftmanship. Amakka spit a bolt of plasma into the forge and began heating some solid protodermis. Normally he would craft a set of armor purely out of protodermis, only this time, he had a better idea. If he could isolate some of his own antidermis into the right sort of virus, could he replicate the effects of rahkshi armor? It was worth a shot. The Makuta did the necessary calculations in his head, then made a silent prayer to himself that it would at least show promise in the first attempt.
Well, it didn't turn out like he wanted it, but it did show similar properties. It was time for another variation in the process.
He had one victory, and in time, he would challenge the other four sisters, but now was the time for craftmanship. Amakka spit a bolt of plasma into the forge and began heating some solid protodermis. Normally he would craft a set of armor purely out of protodermis, only this time, he had a better idea. If he could isolate some of his own antidermis into the right sort of virus, could he replicate the effects of rahkshi armor? It was worth a shot. The Makuta did the necessary calculations in his head, then made a silent prayer to himself that it would at least show promise in the first attempt.
Well, it didn't turn out like he wanted it, but it did show similar properties. It was time for another variation in the process.
After many attempts, there is success. This forging process is an alternative to energized protodermis when creating rahkshi armor. Now, he just had to craft a rahkshi armor overlay for the varying species native to this island.
Post by yjflordofbio123 on Mar 10, 2022 6:31:45 GMT
Mnemosyne arrives on Stelt, aboard a large, vehicle-like rahi. "Stay close," she murmured, and the rahi dipped below the water's surface. She approaches a pair of steltian builders, and lightly taps one with her umbrella. "Excuse me, but could you direct me to Lady Nightstar's estate?" She asks crisply, her milky white eyes seeming to shine.
"Lady Nightstar's, eh? What business you got with the Lady?" The one she tapped asked, turning to look at her.
"She ain't got time for toa," the other one sneered, stepping closer to her.
"Lady Nightstar and I are old companions, and I thought I would visit her. I would take that step back now, if you'd please." She snapped at the second builder.
"Oh yeah? Or what?" he grunted, stepping even closer. Mnemosyne twirled her fingers at her side, and he shot back, crashing into one of the pillars they had assembled.
"Or I shall do that, my dear. Now, while as much fun as it would be to fight the both of you, I haven't got time to play with children. Enjoy the last few moments of sanity you two have left," she grinned. The one still near her started to swing at her, until Mnemosyne turned to look at him, accompanied by a mental blast.
Mnemosyne grinned, as she executed the equivalent of a small ce-nova blast, before turning around. She was so glad she stole the information from their minds after she mentioned Nyx's quirky alias. 'I do wonder why she chose such an unnatural alias, as compared to the rest of us.' Mnemosyne thought, resolving to ask her old 'friend'. She leisurely strolled towards Lady Nightstar's estate, but took her time to peruse the city.
Well, it didn't turn out like he wanted it, but it did show similar properties. It was time for another variation in the process.
After many attempts, there is success. This forging process is an alternative to energized protodermis when creating rahkshi armor. Now, he just had to craft a rahkshi armor overlay for the varying species native to this island.
A few, "loyal" stelti nobles and bruisers are equiped with their own sets of ornate armor.
After many attempts, there is success. This forging process is an alternative to energized protodermis when creating rahkshi armor. Now, he just had to craft a rahkshi armor overlay for the varying species native to this island.
A few, "loyal" stelti nobles and bruisers are equiped with their own sets of ornate armor.
The Makuta clenches his massive Protosteel fists. Not now. He had just finished smelting another block of antidermic Protosteel, -or, "Antisteel" as he liked to call it. There was no one he could trust with his forging secrets, so he grabbed the chunk out of the magnetic plasma forge and slammed it into the vast of viral protodermis. He would answer the call to a convocation, but not willingly.
Being overly cautious with his forging secrets, he stores his memories within a few locked, precious memory crystals and teleports away.
