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  1. I think keeping plant-based spells under Wood (a living thing that can be manipulated after it's dead) and metal-based spells under Metal (a mineral separate from Earth that is never alive but can flow like a liquid if heated, unlike earth which mixes readily with water, whereas metal doesn't fully mix with water, or something something etc.) is best ^^; So, what about flesh-based spells like transformation/size change/healing/blood/bone/organs like eyes and ears, etc.? Blood can be the rare mix of Water and Metal (iron), but a simple Enlarge/growth spell would involve flesh, bone, blood, organs, the whole gamut working in concert to increase a creature's size (may also involve Spirit) Also, how would Light and Darkness be classified? I can imagine Light being a subset of Fire (even cold chemical light like fireflies), and perhaps Darkness too (absence of light, plus ashes/soot being a product of Fire)? I dunno... Finally, electricity (lightning bolt, chain lightning, St. Elmo's Fire, etc.) could be a subset of Fire I suppose, although the way it travels through Metal is unique (fire could use metal as a conductor, as in heating one end of a piece of metal, but it's not as efficient as electricity). Also, electricity can melt metal if hot enough, so definitely related to Fire there. Yet, electricity not only burns flesh, but causes paralysis by shorting the nervous system. An active nervous system is a required in most forms of life, therefore one could extrapolate that life is a subset of Fire, therefore Raise Dead/Resurrection type of thing might be related to "restoring the fire of life"?
  2. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los hurriedly cleaned her plate (something her mama used to tell her, "No crossbow until you've eaten all your mushrooms"), tossed back the last of her mocha, hoisted her bowcaster over a shoulder, and followed Shar and Sulap to the machine which promptly ate her tray, plates and all. "Good to know, thank you sir," she said to the captain. Hearing Sulap's question, she smiled. Awareness and precise marksmanship I can do, thought the sniper. Her fingers instinctively glided over her web belt, with pouches for extra power packs, and one cylindrical one containing the clip-on sights for her bowcaster.
  3. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los was surprised by Captain Shar's answer. No kidding? she thought, as she quickly cut the rest of her steak into manageable cubes and began tossing them one after the other into her maw. So that leaves only one question... "Cafthain, (chew) veeth vaemonth anf ve overth, (gulp) what weapons would be the most effective?" (takes a swig of caffè mocha, briefly enjoys the wash of chocolatey goodness) "I mean, will my Bowcaster be sufficient?"
  4. The Winter Fortress

    "Whatever, Shynt, mine has heavenly garlic butter on it, try it!" Teena'los plopped a cube of yummy tenderloin on his plate, and continued to wolf down her own. "Want some mushroom to go with that?" She proffered her plate with a greasy smile. She listened to Shar and Sulap talk about the Outsiders and enchanting weapons. Her quick thinking put two and two together, and thought enchanted weapons might be key to bringing down these creatures the captain discussed. "Sir, since Sulap brought up enchanted weapons...will that be necessary to fight these demons, daemons, and feck-what-not? Or will my Bowcaster be sufficient?"
  5. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los looked up at Shynt, misty-eyed, but beaming from ear to pointed ear. "What? Oh, thanks, but naw, I'm in heaven! Look at this steak! It looks and smells amazing..." Indeed, the combination of the garlic butter and mushrooms made a mouth-watering aroma. She stabbed the plump, carmelized steak with the pointy knife, and the juice was pink. She cut a couple manageable pieces, and popped one in her mouth. A fresh torrent of tears flowed from her closed eyes. "Oh Sharess...here, taste this." She forked the second piece onto the other Drow's plate. A few moments later, as Shar was taking roll call of the new recruits and their currents of magic, it became Teena's turn, so she spoke up. "Teena'los Sarghress, sir. I have Orange for healing, Indigo for arcane attacks, and Black for darkness spells."
  6. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los was stunned at the crystal clear logic of Sulap's point regarding the Klingon and honor. "Fascinating," she whispered back to the Ferengi, raising an eyebrow. With her relatively short hair (for a Drow) and protruding long pointed ears, she looked like a photographic negative of a famous Vulcan science officer that she didn't know. Well, if Spock was wearing a pair of tinted glasses, that is. Following Commander Shar's guidance and her new friend's example, she waited her turn then stepped up to a replicator. A relatively fast learner, she figured out that the device was like a food-summoning Gate that was voice activated. She stated as clearly as she could, "Haledri steak, tenderloin, medium rare." The replicator beeped and replied, "Haledri not recognized." Thinking quickly, Teena'los dropped the word and decided to embellish. "Steak, tenderloin, medium rare. Herb butter on top. Side of mushrooms, sauteed. Ah...a mug of Nuqran coffee, hot." The replicator again beeped and replied, "Nuqran not recognized." "ANY coffee, hot, black. Wait. Put some chocolate in it." "One caffè mocha, coming up," replied the machine. On the tray materialized a plate holding a sizzling 2 inch thick, 8 ounce filet mignon, suitably adorned with herb butter, a generous side of sautéed button mushrooms cascading off of the steak, and next to it a plain white 12 ounce mug of steaming brown liquid. Everything smelled delightful. A full set of flatware including a serrated steak knife was laid across a folded napkin. Teena'los stared at her tray without picking it up. Realizing there was a line behind her, she finally removed it from the replicator. A tear rolled down her face, accompanied by a huge smile.
  7. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los raised an eyebrow as Sulap told her something that not even Drow have bothered to say to her. Smiling pleasantly, she replied, "Right, thanks for the advice, Sulap. Hey, our Captain says we'll get a tour after some eats, I'm looking forward to seeing what makes this fort so useful against these spirit threats. I sure hope they have weapons that are effective against these beings, because my Bowcaster's good against corporeal targets, but I dunno how well it'd work against spirits." As the short, large-eared fellow got into a ribbing match with a burly Klingon about hunting food, Teena'los turned to Shynt and whispered, "Sulap says he's a Ferren'ghi...nice enough guy, even if he looks a bit like a beardless Dvergar. Let's back him up if that Kotorc-looking alien with the deformed forehead and his buddies try anything." She motioned with her eyes towards the Klingon, who looked more flustered than anything. "Then again, in a battle of wits, it looks like Sulap's got things well under control."
  8. The Winter Fortress

    Suddenly Teena'los realized she wasn't alone. Thankfully, the first person she saw was a fellow Drow. The second person she saw looked more like a Dvergar with enormous ears and no beard. But before introductions could be made, a fellow who looked like he was out in the cold too long began speaking to the gathering with some authority. "Captain Shar," he called himself. Recognizing that he was their leader, and that this gathering was some sort of formation, Teena'los stood at attention and kept quiet. She recognized the first named creature, "Demon", but the others the blue-skinned captain rattled off didn't sound familiar at all. So, there's some kinda deadly forest over there, she thought, why do I get the feeling we'll be going in there soon enough? She welcomed the leader's suggestion to grab some warm grub, and as the recruits broke formation, she introduced herself to the others. "Sorry about the shouting, I thought I was alone until I suddenly saw you guys, heh." The smell of food wafting from the dining hall was inviting, as she shifted the Bowcaster on her shoulder.
  9. The Winter Fortress

    Teena'los felt ridiculous. Ridiculously cold. It wasn't that many cycles ago that she was safely underground, warm in the embrace of her dark cavern home. Then all Hel had broken loose, and her clan was facing regicide and a coup d'etat. As part of the loyalist faction protecting the heir, she was "volunteered" to go to Machike-Shikumo, the clan's outpost on the border between the underworld and the surface. She was told to put on every stitch of clothing she had, both under and over her Highland Raider armor, as it would be "snowing." "'Snow? What's that' I said. 'It's like white sand, just colder' they said. I've been on the surface dozens of times, been on long patrols too. So WHAT DAFUQ IS THIS PAINFUL, JOINT-SEIZING, MUSCLE-ACHING, TEETH-CHATTERING, BLINDING CRAP?!" She tried to kick the offending stuff off of her leg, but it stubbornly held its ground and just caused her to spin around and take a spill with a muted crunch. She stared up at the grey sky, emitting puffs of condensation from her mouth with each pant. Her fingers had stopped hurting, and were now numb. She felt sleepy. A sudden urgency gripped her. "Oh no no no, this is what that old geezer warned me about." She flailed about and got up on her feet, slapping the snow off of her clothes. Pinpricks stabbed her hands all over as she moved. "Hnrrrghhh...well I'm not...getting any AIMED shots in this weather. Good thing my Bowcaster is good for both point targets and area fire...mmm, fire..." She stopped to read her order scroll one more time. "Detached as liaison to Winter Fortress. Winter Fortress. In winter. There's a joke in there somewhere, but damned if I can think of one." She looked up at the frosty edifice that loomed out of the whiteness ahead. She scrunched up the scroll in a balled fist as she shouted, "BECAUSE THERE AIN'T NUTHIN' FUNNY ABOUT THIS MOTHERKILLIN' SNOW!" She picked up the pace as she headed for the lonely tower.
  10. Okay, here's my character: Name: Teena'los Race: Drow Gender: Female Age: 50 Rank: Weapons Specialist Height: 6'0" (183 cm) Weight: around 180 lbs (80 kg) Skin Color: Charcoal Black Hair Color: Pearl White Hair Style: Short, high and tight Eye Color: Amber Vision: Darkvision 120' (monochrome thermal vision out to 120 ft/37 m indoors, 120 yds/110m outdoors) Weapons of Choice: Bowcaster, backup Powerblade, backup regular blade Currents of Magic Attuned to: Orange (Body), Indigo (Arcane), Black (Shadows) Outfit: Earth Brown Highland Raider style armor, Dark Brown arming doublet/undergarments/cape/etc., blue tinted oval lens glasses (laser-protected) Demeanor: Introverted, more comfortable alone than with other people Background info: The only child to an army officer (mother, now deceased) and an artist (father), Teena'los had grown up free from want. Despite having plenty of toys and books, she had always been enamored with her mother's crossbow. It felt good in her hands, the weight, the action, the *clack* of release. Her mother had taken her hunting many times before she was called off to war, and did not return. The family's finances became strained, and her father slowly went insane. She took care of him for several years, until she came of age and joined the army to make ends meet. The income helped, but her father slipped into a routine of painting and yelling at people that didn't exist. Eventually the opportunity to make her fortune as a mercenary came up, and she took it, hoping that the extra gold would help comfort him a little. This drives her to be as useful to her fellows as possible, honing her skills with her beloved Bowcaster and keeping a wary eye out for enemies. Personality notes: Teena'los is observant and studious. She is accustomed to a relatively pampered life ("You're eating a WHAAAT?"). Being introverted, she enjoys solitude, but is loyal to her team and self-disciplined. She doesn't mind walking point, but she is most effective on overwatch with her Bowcaster. She dislikes arguments, but finds civilized discussions enjoyable (albeit tiring). Although reasonably good looking with a curvaceous figure, she would rather be judged on her usefulness in combat.
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