Tales of the Itropa Galaxy

[Steph]

//Okay, folks! More fun to be had!

//This particular board is for posting adventures that you think others will like to hear about.

//Please give as much detail as possible (where you were, who was in your party, and ESPECIALLY what happened).

//Please nothing like:

"Me and him went to the desert and killed some scorpions."

//More like:

//(this was shamelessly swiped from another board on this forum. Props to marcusthered)

Jumping Santa


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Hela that me and Twink were off goofing around "testing out my new nano-reanimated creature out side Alt when low and behold there was a giant snow fort. Well i don't know about you but when i see things like that i kind of want to wreak 'em. So as were busting down the door we hear a jingling and a little ho hoeing from inside the hut... Well this sends my creature into attack mode missiles and burning clouds every where and melted down you know who's fort. Well I guess Santa wasn't ready for some tough competition like myself and twink cause he ran off with is pants afire. Then pulls on of those dirty Santa tricks and appears up on the hill. Then begins a siege of hours we exhausted almost all our long range weapons and things to taut him about. And he played the worst dirty Santa trick when we almost had him. Some kind of "crash" happened and he was now where to be found. anyone encountering Psycho Santa be-wary or his bag-o- tricks and stick him one for us!

//Nobody is the perfect writer (not even Matt, as much he hates to admit it), but try to give it some flavor. And please stay in character (If your char's a jerk in-game, try to keep him a jerk here).

We now return you to our regularly scheduled program, already in progress...

"HA HA HA! But seriously, Sheram...can I call you Sheram? How DID you come up with that idea for the self-heating thong?"

[Karel]

(( can I make one up that happened a long time ago before the world is as our toons know it today? ))

[Steph]

//Afraid, not. It has to be one that actually happened. Sorry.

//That does bring up a good point though.
Look for "Myths and Legends of Itropa".

//That Okay with Our Great Deities (Matt, Lord Surge, Roger)?

[Lord Surge]

[[ You can make up a story if you like. That's why it's called a myth. Just make sure you read the server's background info and it at-least sorta meshes ]]

[Karel]

((will do.. I just wanted to be sure I could.. ))

[pat2010]

Ooohhh... What happened...

>> According to your medical records, mild alcoholic poisoning, Ms. Fettel. The toxins have been purged from your system.

Yeah. Yeah, that would do it. I feel like I've been bounced through a wall.

>> Your body shows no such trauma. If you wish we can perform further scans...

NO WAY!! Uh, I mean, it's just exagerration _{idiot machine}. I... I remember why...

>> Ms. Fettel, are you cold?

What? Oh, no. I'm fine. Just... I had the strangest night... I guess I'd gone looking for trouble. You know how it is... Well, okay, you're a medbot, you don't know how it is, but yeah. One of those days when you feel good about life, like you could beat up on a dozen muties and walk away a winner. Heh...

>> Would you like to tell me about it?

Sure, why not. A bit of excitement would probably do your circuits good. Well, I'd hit the road with an, I guess friend, of mine, a girl called Phee. She's nice, but she doesn't half murder the lingo. Anyway, we were going to check out a cave, just northwest of Trasa, off the squidboys' road...

>> Do the squidboys worry you?

What?? No, they're just there. I don't mind, most of them don't even twitch a tentacle at the way I look. Heh. No, the cave's the thing. See, Phee and I, we go blustering in there, all ramped up and hell in leathers, but we end up biting off more than we could chew. You see, there was already someone in there. A guy, I think.

>> Let's talk about the guy.

Yeah, yeah, I was just getting to him. Hey, any chance of a charge-up? My pain-editors have cut out again... Ahh, you're a godsend...

>> Let's go back to the guy.

Okay, fine. You're a hard taskmistress, you know that? Well, he was wearing a lot of black. Big billowing coat, outercape, pulled-up-scarf and hood, and his eyes glowed. Oh, yeah, and his feet floated about a foot off the ground. Pretty freaky looking dude, you know? So, anyway, Phee overreacts, threatens to brain him. He gets all smirky. Damn, I hate when people smirk at me...

>> Why do you hate when people smirk at me?

What? I just do, okay? Is that alright with you? Yeah, thanks... Sorry. it's the hangover talking. Well, anyhow, I never had much time for guys who play up the 'spooooky' effect, so I hit him the place that hurts his sort most. In the pride. He wouldn't tell us his name, so I decided we'd call him 'Buttercup'. Hehe, that took the wind out of his sails. He got the last laugh though...

>> Did you want the last laugh?

You know, even for an AI, you're a bad conversationalist.

>> Let's talk about you, not me.

... Fine. Well, he sloped off, I thought he'd bailed, but he whipped up some sort of dimensional rift. It was pretty freaky, all fun and games while it was just little bugs coming out, but then there were half a dozen freaky critters. Like people, but not. I think Phee thought they were ghosts, but I don't hold with the whole 'spirits of the departed' crud, and my swapped eye could track them well enough, so whatever they were, they weren't just hallucinations. Anyway, we knocked them down like dominoes, but then Buttercup showed up again. I was pretty steaming by this point, but though Phee and I both waded in on him, he nearly took us both to pieces...

>> What happened then?

Hah! Finally interested, huh? Well, Buttercup bailed again, and hauled open another rift. Phee took a header through it, I just about managed to follow her before it closed again. On the other side, well, it was freaky. I've been a lot of places around Charta, but I've never been there. Low-lying swamp, I guess. Very wet. And not terribly friendly...

>> Why do you say that?

Oh, nothing much, just this horde of plant-things that came boiling out of the water, and grabbed me. Funny thing, you never think about what 'heads-up' means until you see someone looking for trouble in the sky. I made pretty good accounting, but it all goes kinda fuzzy there. Fuzzy and cold. And I think I dreamed about Buttercup, too. And the stars looked wrong, all red...

>> You are shivering, Ms. Fettel. Are you sure you're not cold?

I'm fine, damn it. Get off my back!

>> I am not on your back. Would it be better if I was?

Oookay. You're strange. And that's coming from someone who's worked with EL-series med-droids before. Anyway, after that, when I woke up, I so had to get a drink. Two actually. Of Dreg's finest. Or maybe that's worst. The stuff he keeps under the counter, anyway, for special guests, and for shining spoons.

>> And what do you feel you have learned from all this?

You're going to be all preachy at me now, aren't you? Just like a counsellor-bot...

>> What do you feel you learned?

That I shouldn't drop into trouble with someone until I've taught them entry-level warnings?

>> What else do you feel you learned?

That... I shouldn't call strangers Buttercup? Even if they do deserve it?

>> What else do you think you have learned?

Okay, fine, I know what you want to hear. "I have learned not to slam two bottles of raw ether on an empty stomach". Happy? Can I go, now? Great. Thanks. See you next time I need my stomach pumped, or to talk about my mother, or something equally dumb.

>> Goodbye, Ms. Fettel.

Yeah, goodbye, 124. And thanks, I guess.

>> Thank me by staying safe, Ms. Fettel...

[pat2010]

// Geek bonus for anyone who spots why the med-bot's designation is important...

[Karel]

//>leaves such point mongoring to the boys< Great story.

[pat2010]

// Glad you enjoyed it

[Steph]

(Note: This journal was found in the flooded cave west of Trasa. Most was waterlogged, but a few entries were able to be deciphered. It appears to be the writings of a young Primal female.)

Engraved in silver on the cover is the name: Veronica Leighton


Ever since being exiled from the tribe, I have attempted to make friends with people. Only a few can understand me, though.

One is the Great God Sauret, but for some reason he calls himself Eaurix. After all, the god who created this planet, Ettropa (misspelled), can understand those He created, right? And, I suppose, a god can call himself whatever he wants.

The other is a sorceror named Xellos. Xellos plays with his wrist timepiece a lot when I am talking with him.

I have made several friends. Even though they don't understand me, and I don't understand them, we can communicate well enough.

A young metal-woman, Mer, is one of my best friends. I only know her as Mer. Another is Roger. He is arrogant, young, impetuous and brash. He kissed me last night, so I promptly slapped him. After all, that's for husbands and wives.

(Note: Several entries are wholly unreadable. However, this latest, dated only a few days ago, is quite interesting.)

Mer and I were exploring a cave-system to the west of the Big Village. We had just entered when a Sorceror, not Xellos) started conjuring ghosts and insects from a doorway to no where. I protected Mer as best I could, but I must admit, that when the disemboweled old lady came flying through the door, I thought we might be in over our heads.

Mer jumped through the doorway and I followed without hesitation...it's what friends do to protect friends, right?

When she yelled, "Heads up!," I thought an attack was coming from the sky...flying lizard, big bird, or something. I was wholly unprepared for an assault from the ground.

Somewhere, I lost consciousness and awoke in a HUGE room with an indoor pond and a soft sleeping mat.

I washed in the pond and drank my fill (it tasted kind of brackish, but smelled like flowers), then followed Mer to a little store that sells bottled liquid. Why sell liquid in a bottle when you can get water from the river for free?

Mer presented me with one of these bottles. I drank it. I remember being told that I looked like a canar and somehow didn't take offense to that.

I woke up in the middle of the street with people looking curiously at me. Mer was nowhere to be found.

I plan to go back to that cave and explore some more. Maybe Mer is there.

[pat2010]

// *Grin* Well, score another one for Loftus' views on eyewitness testimony...