Cassidy
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On the shoulders of giants: a new multiple choices LP!
- Thread starter Curufinwe
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Multiple Sarcasm
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B. Might as well find out if we're in Narnia.
Internet
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A
We are becoming a tribe of individualists, goddammit. First we ignore the signs left by our lost folks because "meh, the way is narrow and there might be something shiny over here" and now we let one of our own meet his death because watching stuff burn is cool? We know fire well. We know it can hurt pretty badly. Knock some sense into the keeper and drag him out of here.
We are becoming a tribe of individualists, goddammit. First we ignore the signs left by our lost folks because "meh, the way is narrow and there might be something shiny over here" and now we let one of our own meet his death because watching stuff burn is cool? We know fire well. We know it can hurt pretty badly. Knock some sense into the keeper and drag him out of here.
m4davis
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you are not a true fire worshiper the fire spirit is calling to him to cross the red liquid it will guard him for this sacred task
Zero Credibility
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A.
The guy is a fire priest, not fireproof.
The guy is a fire priest, not fireproof.
Kalin
Unwanted
B.
It sure may be, but I really think B is the only choice that makes sense. We're superstitious, primitive people. We worship the fire spirit. We have found this place where fire burns brighter than ever. There's a pool of liquid fire with a glowing red gem in the middle.
No sane person would go and choose b, but we're not cultured people who believe in reason. From a rp point of view, really, there's no other choice imo
Stygian Lurker
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B.
Cassidy
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A.
You're starting to think and act like Lemmings and other beings below even a manboon, let alone a titanium bone Neanderthal.
You're starting to think and act like Lemmings and other beings below even a manboon, let alone a titanium bone Neanderthal.
m4davis
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Why on earth are you putting your vote down 2 times
Computer Gamer Refugee
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Dang you for writing an interesting story. I promised myself that I would not care, would not get involved after Grotsnick broke my heart.....but....Go for B either the priest lives and we are made stronger, or the priest dies and the weak religion starts to go with it.
For ease of counting.
B) let the priest go to the fire spirit.
For ease of counting.
B) let the priest go to the fire spirit.
A great victory for option B (6 for A, 18 for B, 0 for C. At least you're brave.) And here I thought I was dealing with rational, educated people... instead you're a bunch of fanatics!
The fanatics, helped by the departure of the hunters and scouts, could easily overpower and hold still the other men who had moved to obey the militia chief's orders. The keeper of fire kept walking forward slowly as in a trance, heedless of the shouts and physical attempts to stop him. He crept nearer and nearer to the red liquid pool. Blisters started appearing on the militia chief's skin, but still he tried to stop the keeper, whose strength seemed inhuman.
The keeper stepped into the liquid....
In the meanwhile...
The day at camp had been stifling hot. The wildlife was silent, no birds could be heard, the tribe was taking care of its chores without energy. Everyone was waiting for news from the exploring expedition, yet none were yet coming.
Suddenly, from the river's bend, a scout came running. He went to the eldest and, breathlessly, gave a report: 'Men are coming from the plains... they are on the back of strange animals, similar to our zebras yet different.... there are only a few, but they are heading straight here....'
The militia was immediately armed and put on alert, and the tribe waited. A short time passed, then the strangers were spotted. They indeed were on top of beasts who looked like our zebras, but taller, their fur not the striped black and white we were so familiar with but of various colors, brown, black, white. There were less than ten of them.
They appeared to be armed only with dull stone clubs, dressed in rough furs, carrying a few belongings in animal skin bags strapped to their backs. They approached slowly, arriving in front of the militia. Then they climbed down from their animals.
Their leader, a huge man, left his club on the ground and walked in front of our warriors. He raised his hands up, and spoke: 'Greetings, tribe of the obsidian embers. We come in peace, bearing a warning from the Seer of the Mountains. I humbly seek permission to speak with your elder council. Do not be scared of our beasts, they are our companions and do our biddings.'
Only silence answered him. In the back, the elders talked.
A. The eldest said: 'Strange men indeed. And what is this seer they speak of? We should hear them out to learn what they want.'
B. One of the former war instructors grimaced: 'They know who we are and where we are, while we know nothing of them. I don't like this. We should immediately attack them and grab their beasts.'
C. Another of the elders chuckled: 'Yes, their knowledge speaks of deceit. But if those animals are as fast as our zebras, we will never get them. We should invite them in and exploit their apparent peaceful intentions to catch them off-guard. But we should not kill them. We should capture them and force them to tell all the truth.
The fanatics, helped by the departure of the hunters and scouts, could easily overpower and hold still the other men who had moved to obey the militia chief's orders. The keeper of fire kept walking forward slowly as in a trance, heedless of the shouts and physical attempts to stop him. He crept nearer and nearer to the red liquid pool. Blisters started appearing on the militia chief's skin, but still he tried to stop the keeper, whose strength seemed inhuman.
The keeper stepped into the liquid....
In the meanwhile...
The day at camp had been stifling hot. The wildlife was silent, no birds could be heard, the tribe was taking care of its chores without energy. Everyone was waiting for news from the exploring expedition, yet none were yet coming.
Suddenly, from the river's bend, a scout came running. He went to the eldest and, breathlessly, gave a report: 'Men are coming from the plains... they are on the back of strange animals, similar to our zebras yet different.... there are only a few, but they are heading straight here....'
The militia was immediately armed and put on alert, and the tribe waited. A short time passed, then the strangers were spotted. They indeed were on top of beasts who looked like our zebras, but taller, their fur not the striped black and white we were so familiar with but of various colors, brown, black, white. There were less than ten of them.
They appeared to be armed only with dull stone clubs, dressed in rough furs, carrying a few belongings in animal skin bags strapped to their backs. They approached slowly, arriving in front of the militia. Then they climbed down from their animals.
Their leader, a huge man, left his club on the ground and walked in front of our warriors. He raised his hands up, and spoke: 'Greetings, tribe of the obsidian embers. We come in peace, bearing a warning from the Seer of the Mountains. I humbly seek permission to speak with your elder council. Do not be scared of our beasts, they are our companions and do our biddings.'
Only silence answered him. In the back, the elders talked.
A. The eldest said: 'Strange men indeed. And what is this seer they speak of? We should hear them out to learn what they want.'
B. One of the former war instructors grimaced: 'They know who we are and where we are, while we know nothing of them. I don't like this. We should immediately attack them and grab their beasts.'
C. Another of the elders chuckled: 'Yes, their knowledge speaks of deceit. But if those animals are as fast as our zebras, we will never get them. We should invite them in and exploit their apparent peaceful intentions to catch them off-guard. But we should not kill them. We should capture them and force them to tell all the truth.
A, let's try peaceful negotiation. We won't make any friends by shooting and/or threatening the messengers.
TOME
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A. They knew exactly where we were and somehow knew our tribe's name (was it decided already?). We should listen their warnings and try to initiate trade. No point angering unknown tribe.
Curufinwe: Could you show final vote count in the beginning of every update?
Curufinwe: Could you show final vote count in the beginning of every update?
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First, these strange people know something about us. And I want to hear what they want to tell us. How did they know who we are? What do they want?
There is always time to turn hostile, but right now we may be smarter and be amicable. We might even make allies or trading partners.
First, these strange people know something about us. And I want to hear what they want to tell us. How did they know who we are? What do they want?
There is always time to turn hostile, but right now we may be smarter and be amicable. We might even make allies or trading partners.
Oook. This one seems to have gone A: 6 B:18 C:0 Will edit the post.
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