/vx/ - Videogames and Paranormal

It's Harmony Day!!!

>>146491
She extends a claw, and if Silver accepts, exits the taxi with a gleaming expression. Perhaps she consciously emulates the appearance of movie star exiting a vehicle for the premiere of their latest movie. She certainly looks the part.

>>146490
Amber pipes up, "Everypony is here so they should be fine. It shouldn't take long to check this office anyway."

>>146493
Silver even plants a kiss on her talon before leading her towards the fine establishment. He can appreciate the gorgeous archetecture of this classical plantation house as they approach and then enter the white walled building.

>>146494
Roll Diplomacy, little pony

>>146495
Entering through the two decoration lined front doors, Silver enters into something like a foyer with hardwoord floors and staircase that wraps around on the left. There are doors off to either side and wooden railings along a second level, as well as a chandelier above. A brown unicorn stallion in a suit attends a wooden stand.

>>146496
Silver approaches the dapper stallion, his griffon date beside her.

"Hello, I have reservation for two. Name is 'Silver Sword'."

>>146278
Watched the whole thing. First things first, an involuntary INVOCATION has been done to practically every single person. [Coming back to to add on as what should be said as its a technicality yet not.]
Second thing. Every single time, Freemason symbols and actions are everywhere and is the sumation of evil.
Guess whom invoked evil unto you. What a trick played upon everyone.
Thirdly they ALWAYS play both sides winning and losing. Saddly this means Uncle A. was too a part of the conspiracy. As was the occult order in that era. Freemason symbology and numbers yet again.
Fourthly he can't help but use the same ingained habits built from his time as 33rd Freemason. But, everything he has said aligns. [By the playbook yet have to deal with the whole actual EVERYTHING bit now]
Fifth God Almighty has a plan for everyone. This is true. To be the one of messages is a high price to pay. Why the futile struggle to live without sin, admission to the Great Almighty God. All is only through God, Jesus Christ. To be damned to Hell is fear of god not God. Why the challenge to be set upon you.
That is the calibur of your spirit being. I write this to you as I and more than majorly as a means for God due to asking what is to be said here. Beware the nature for that is a reflection and turning of the one banished. Those that have wondered why ponder why Pride is the downfall. As the first to be held in such creation as dear, that imperfection could be fallen.
As within so without that is the nature of the Beast. A LIE. Who could reach through the creation touching the LIE within the LIE. Feckless and Faithless, faith is knowing fully. Once in any amount is stained forever. The reason is Jesus Christ God has done. Why 33, The use that Fallen had for each other is mutual, referential.
Free to do as you will is this game. The cost for you is as it must.
Hell is. Heaven is. Ask what one is to happen. God is doing so as must be all as God does. Breaking and Creating. This is Hell make yourselves clean and fit for presence. You will be rendered as you should.
This repugnancy is both doings. Who makes real. Why has tale been told. As the lie was. Jesus Christ words and doings tell all. Poison of a little is still posion. Evil is Evil. What is the heart. Why does the reflection make the pain for its self and besmirches the heart. To try, and only to try. Not do, not not doing. To only try.
That is try. Poisoned, Evil, Corrupted. As always two are from one. The fall and the not fall that too is within and without as the nature 666 decries. Jesus Christ, God is always watching. Time as you know it is not as thought of.
Forever the choice and judgement is here. Desperately, Yet with Pride again and again. Evil.
All will be and is Good. As men know it a moment. Yet a lie.
Such Evil Pride, there is one Jesus Christ that paid all in the holy blood.
Go read The Scripture. The nature the broken the Evil the Good the God.
Amen

Okay then interesting, history and vison stuff. Anywho keeping a clean and tidy soul is a pretty good idea. The reasoning is pretty decent.
Cleaning and checking and verifying just what happened to myself is now imperative.
Only slightly amused but mostly righteously irked.
In any case the video makes a good point, could have gone farther for what it is it's good enough. Not quite enough, but it is something.
There's a reason why school system uses Pi and not Tao. The rule book never ever changes with 'em.
Say anyone remember the wild hunt vision with the Bee and Spider? Yeah. Bee escapes and it's one doozy of an epic.
Needless to say quite a thinker of a tizzy. Going to have to do something now.
I have to caution everyone to distrust logistically everything and every non-thing. What a hassle.
Devil in the details. The full irritation with that statement is immense. No joke.

>>146278
Watch it again with what he just told you, watch what he does, what he says, the details. Look at the numbers, the symbols. Where everything is why it's there. Yeah there's a big problem.
Seriously think this through. It's wild. A multiheaded brain knotter.
The invocation and the not quite invocation and evocation is now greatly being made noted of.
I will say it again, they do the same rule book from the otherside repeatedly. No wonder this is a mess.

>How can you hate something that doesn't exist.
<White Privilege
<Played Every Dualistic sides just about for all civilizations
Quietly destroyed pagan stuff.
The secret society's and churches operate on the same principal. If you're ousted they will ruin you through the means they have.
It's Roscoe's Basilisk all over again this time times two. Except with liars and cheats.
Everything they destroy is done in secret. With silence or bombasticly. Two towers, and also the forgotten third tower.
They lie. They lie with the biggest lie or a mangled truth. Often a mix of all ranges.

It's both a spiritual and physical confrontation and more.
Okay let's step back and look at two forces. Punch and Judy, and the church.
Or Edgar Allen Poe's Cask of Amontilado.
Keep in mind another tactic they use is retroactively including membership, and saying it is theirs (or their opposite).
They make chaos out of order and order out of chaos. They are all heading in the same direction.
They love to say the same thing twice. They pull till nothing, but either remain.
Not only that they'll go completely silent and, or flood with chaos. If they feel spicy they'll have a strawman and create two opposing sides. That mutually oppose and survive together.
Not only that they'll lie and cheat and steal EVERYTHING. NOTHING IS TOO BIG FOR THE ATTEMPT. Cosmic power, general tomfoolery, magic, prayer, words, doesn't matter.
Again and again.
False ownership. Truths and bullshit.
The mustard of this experience on the sandwich of everything.
Nice thing is they've given lower totem pole members so the masses or other degrees can kill each other.
They give just enough truth in such a way to hook.
The whole video being little over five hours long there's a reason.
Going to write more probably.

>>146316
>Only slightly amused but mostly righteously irked.
YAY!
>Watch it again with what he just told you
I will for sure.
Thanks poner, your commentary is greatly appreciated.

>>146318
>>Only slightly amused but mostly righteously irked.
>YAY!
No, the video didn't change me as my goals and ambitions have always been set. It did give a list, but it's not the list that was a surprise in hindsight. A verification, a means of low ranking identification.
My self has been under attack by dune coon spirits. While that is and was intentional on my part. To have them behave in such a way to be ignored where it matters most. They've always been a minor road block.
They are a hydra, all the heads must be cut off burned, and the entirety of their body including their head rendered to nothingness.
The one drop of poison poisoning everything is one of their most devious spells. First they bask in being hidden and hiding while yelling. Those spirits too. Second they steal as said previously everything. They poison the well in any form, take what is thrown away or take advantage of weakness. Information, material stuff, spiritual things, experience, everything. That is why I am slightly amused they did it fairly well and the fact the play they (it) did while channeling.
There've stollen so much so brazionly so awfully that for a lack of word pisses me off.
Yes the battle is in the spiritual world and the physical. In the spiritual the obvious two heads fighting yet one head is eating and consuming as some offer up whatever they have to one head or the other.

They cause ruin to paths one might take and narrow the mind or a false broadness.
Rightiously irked in all they have done.
The nice thing is I am in the room with them. They are trapped in the room with me.

The poision they administered in those 5 hours and roughly 17 minutes is that all of reality is their god so patheticly assureing total victory that nothing at all will change their desired reality. I reject that notion.
They try to retroactively and painfully reach through time and space to grab everything. EVERYTHING! This is an everything war.
They need people to unwaveringly believe, know and sacrifice.

The video checks out and it still follows (((their))) rule book.
Their means and methods can be dashed to nothingness.
For all their worship and fuckery it took them thousands of years even with branches and layers on layers of secrecy torture, child molestation (and worse), rape, and murder.
Look at what lands in its belly to know what the two heads (or however many) belong to.
Reclaiming and purifying and separating have been what (((they've))) done by being the ones who poison to claim it.
They have three sides they want You on. Their side, Do nothing, and controlled opposition.

Magic, and life, and every aspect has multiple ways going about it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X64vpuY-Npg
Gratitude is powerful. Having a bond is just as deeply impressively impactful.
Keep in mind the connection can be made with anything.

> https://archive.is/qERv5
> https://archive.org/stream/TheRevelationsOfAnEliteFamilyInsider2005/TheRevelationsOfAnEliteFamilyInsider2005_djvu.txt
> https://www.bibliotecapleyades.net/sociopolitica/esp_sociopol_illuminati_55.htm (here is the original thread https://archive.is/781mh)
I jumped too early to conclusions about the elite insiders posts. I was wrong and I apologize because of that. I am pretty sure that at least some of the things in the posts are true but their tactic is to reveal just enough and require that you contemplate about the points if you want to unlock the meaning of the posts. I guess the Natural Law is the reason why they are making these posts? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ASUHN3gNxWo

https://youtu.be/RCMXO9sBIcU

The silence and darkness that echoed through the halls of the floating Trump Tower, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of snoring, were suddenly pierced by a shrill alarm tone and an intermittently flashing red light. Awakening with a start, Lenos almost fell out of his seat. He did manage to catch himself, but not his mug of booz; his now drenched pantleg and a rapidly disappearing puddle being all that remained of its contents. He grunted, knowing the mug would refill its self when set right again, but it was the principle of the thing. With a prestidigitative wave of his hand, he extracted the booz from his clothes and whisked it all neatly into his mouth. With that unpleasantness addressed he looked at the tower monitor he had passed out at.

MAGICAL DISCHARGE DETECTED AT SUCH AND SUCH TIME AND XY COORDINATES BLA
CASTER LEVEL 87
SPELL TYPE: UNKNOWN

"What the fuck?" He blurted, as his hand dove into his robe to pull out his EDC.
Pulling out a small black tube with two tiny white knobs on opposite ends of the center, he twisted the knob specifically and then unravelled a long thin scroll and activated the prepared spell therein, casting Time Stop.

He had taken several liberties with his time and maximization abilities when crafting the scroll, as well as its counterpart, but even with all that he only had a few minutes in frozen time. He had ascertained during previous experiments that the tower computer operated on some sort of quantum level, and was unaffected by the spell, so he could gather sufficient analysis.
"What the fuck have you assholes done this time," he muttered, pouring over sensor data of the incident. "Just in time," he said, looking at the previous epicenter, as well as a second and similar discharge signature was beginning to appear. In addition, a third discharge had just formed as the time stop had taken effect.

MAGICAL DISCHARGE DETECTED AT SUCH AND SUCH TIME AND XY COORDINATES RIGHT BY THE LAST ONE
CASTER LEVEL 26
SPELL TYPE: DIVINE - SUBCATEGORY: WAR
SPELL: MIRACLE
DEITY: ADOLPH HITLER
SUBJECT: INFERNIUS PRESTON

Lenos continued to analyze the data surrounding the initial discharge, specifically moments leading up to it. After effectively rewinding surveillance and zooming in really close, he was quickly able to determine that the empty space where the discharge occurred had previously been occupied by Thez. Looking to a side panel he quickly observed where the new discharge was forming. Addy was there. He quickly poured through a few more displays before leaning back in his chair. His hand reached for the other knob on his EDC tube, and he unravelled the other scroll hidden inside. Laying the scroll out in front of him on the console he looked very long and hard at the nature of the Miracle which Infernius had called for. He had watched Infernius' divine magic countless times, and could generally predict what was happening based on the spell, but it had been years since the bull had cast that spell, and that was to complete the final solution.
But he also knew the shape and structure of Infernius' magic, and so he began to sketch a diagram using the inputs for the computer.

"This magic is quite astounding, little fellow," came a voice from behind him. A female voice, and one he didnt recognize.
"If you like that, you should see what this tower would do if we weren't in suspended time," he barked back without turning. His tone of voice was playful, but his face was set in a stern gaze, dimly illuminated by the computer monitor.
"I do hope you'll pardon my arrival. I'm otherwise not one to intrude uninvited. Great magics are at work; some, Im pleased to find coming from unusual sources. May I ask what your interest in this matter is?" The woman softly asked.
"This is my home, and these are my friends," he replied with the usual inflection of a dragon, which is to emphasize them as possessions.
"Quite," even without turning, he could hear her smile as she spoke.
Lenos finished his calculations, modifications, and specifications to the spell scroll, and then pulled out a leather bundle from a small pack at his back waistline. He then set the bundle on a precise circle that was among the additions to the scroll. Patting them affectionately - undoubtedly his finest piece of magical crafting - he readied the prepared spell scroll.
"The magic I was referring to is in that bundle, little friend." The woman said, still and unmoving throughout. She never said another word, and when Lenos finally would turn to look, she will be absent through whatever means she got there in still time at all.
But after this final statement, and with but a moment to spare; Lenos cast a wish augmentation to the Miracle spell that Infernius had just cast.
"Good luck, flank steak," he said.

2 WEEKS EARLIER

An otherwise unassuming looking dwarf was walking down the main roads of Felderwin, in the heart of the Marrow Valley. He wore simple, unassuming traveling clothes with a pack of necessities, and he seemed to be looking for some place in particular. He had only been through the Tillage on perhaps 2 other occasions. He preferred to keep to the Menagerie coast where gambling was more permitted, but he was in the Empire on business, of a sort. His enigmatic client had directed him to be present in a particular building on a particular day and time. Not the strangest of contracts he had made with this particular client, he knew she would pay well and in ways he might not anticipate.
And so he found himself outside a large building. A house, and a large multi-level house at that, but with a wide set of double doors on the front that were slung open toward the outside. Without even approaching the door, he could see well inside the building. Large, plush furniture occupied most of the floor space, with even space to walk around, and all the furniture had some form of table attached. Had he been familiar with the town, he would know that it was quite peculiar that no one was in the main front room; he would know that the room was always packed with halflings, and the not infrequent human. The house had something of a reputation amongst the locals as a restaurant with few competitors in all the land, and that lines often formed during mealtimes, in spite of the unusual speed that guests were tended to.
But all this was not known to him. So when he entered to determine what the purpose of the contract was and found no one there, he was confused. He did hear some noise coming from the next level though, so he ascended the open-framed rear staircase that passed in front of a long, 3-story tapestry. The piece was finely embroidered including gold and precious threads, depicting an endless bounty of different foods and abundance layered one after another as though spilling forth endlessly from a large cornucopia. As he ascended he could tell this house was built for humans, but much of the furniture suggested halflings were the primary occupant. 'Ah, there are some now' he thought as he emerged from the top of the staircase, but his steps slowed as he got a better look. Looking at him like deer in headlights were about a dozen halflings holding crude weapons and tools, ringed around 4 seemingly unconscious Dwendalian Crownsguard. Before he could react, a couple of the halflings broke off from the group and leapt from the railing on the second floor to quickly heave the large double doors shut, and then latch them.
An older halfling, in plain worn robes turned to him and said. "You there. I bid you welcome to our home so long as you do not stand in opposition to the great lady Yondalla."
"I don't." He said truthfully.
"Very well. Then as our guest we will make all amenities available to you." He smiled cheerfully, in a manner that was darkly humorous, given that with a gesture from his hands his kin were busying themselves with typing up the crown soldiers.
And with a glance at the double doors, and the now slowly being piled around it furniture, he was anticipating that he might be here for a while.
"You got any beef roast?" He asked the old man, more as a test question than an actual inquiry.
"As many as you require, master...?"
"Bhardal, of the Gravefury dwarves."
"Welcome to our home, Bhardal of the... Gravefury dwarves," his slight pause betraying that he had never heard either name before, which was how Bhardal preferred it. "My name is Gelders, and we're the Cheerrywine family. We have converted this house over the years into a shrine of the Halfling mother, and are dedicated to providing for any and all guests that visit."
"We have food of whatever manner you require, as well as drink. There is a heated spa bathing area on the third floor, several bathrooms and kitchens, and you are welcome to any of the unoccupied rooms on the second floor, which if I'm notmistaken is about 12. Please pick whichever you like, simply retrieve the key from the inside of the door, step outside the room and use the key to lock the door. Ordinarily this process is done automatically, but our local guests had to leave in a hurry. But no need to rush into that. Let's get you settled." He reached out his arms and patted Bhardal's arms invitingly.
In another section of the multiverse, a young halfling female was just sitting down to third breakfast at a shrine to Cyrrollale, the daughter of the Hearth Mother of all halflings.
Like literally, in the lore the goddess birth-sourced the entire race. Like, EVERYONE. Genetically all roads lead back to Yondalla.
Well, not quite a halfling per say, though in some ways indistinguishable from halflings, this was a leprechaun. And she NEVER skipped ANY of the breakfasts.
And as she took a bite of the classically and innovatively delicious creations from this shrine, mentally she could visualize her clothes bursting off, revealing wide curvaceous hips and an exceptionally ample bosom. These mingling flavors causing increasing waves of ecstacy....
On the outside however, she merely dabbed her lips with a napkin and breathed a satisfied sigh, turning a bright smile on the junior priestess who had presented the dish.
The food was always of the highest caliber here, a welcome break from the dismal offerings of some of her more recent reviews.
"This dish meets your standards then Bridget?" The young priestess asked.
"Yes, it is sufficiently competitive in its flavor profile that warrants its inclusion as a seasonal dish," the leprechaun - Bridget - replied very specifically and precisely. For though she was a bit prissy and unnecessarily formal as a result of her noble upbringing, her profession was as a food critic.

"Now try it, after adding some of THIS," The young priestess challenged, producing a carafe with a bright orange sauce.
"What's this aroma?" Bridget thought to herself, drizzling the sauce on the already phenomenal dish, "And why is this so familiar?"
The almost brutal flavor that erupts in her mouth, yes she has definitely had something like this before. Where was it? It seems like forever ago.

However, in this case her actual clothes rip off, leaving her naked in her seat. The knowing priestess offers her a robe.
"Where did you... how did you think to combine those flavors?" Bridget asked after her convulsions of pure foodgasm had subsided. Where did she know this dish from? And why didnt she know what it was?
"It was leftovers!" The priestess said cheerfully.
That was it. Bridget could remember now, Adeline had done that same sort of dish once, combining random dishes in their entirety to try and make new recipes. It had been years since Bridget had last seen her, but this was definitely her style of cooking including the leftovers.
"Now, just one more dish for you to sample," the priestess smiled, "this one comes from the High Priestess herself."
She briskly stepped away, taking Bridget's used dishes, and returned shortly with a small tray on which was...

... a single cherry.
She sniffed it, verifying from the slight scent of moist cherry skin that it did seem to be a cherry. It wasnt cooked or processed in any way she could perceive, it still had the stem attached,... it was large for a cherry, but it appeared to be a cherry.
Internally, she is wondering if this is some sort of ruse; a practical joke of some kind or perhaps theres a group of mischievous youngsters about to erupt in laughter. It's just, it's a cherry.
On the exterior she glanced around with as little of an 'are you serious?' expression as possible before shrugging her shoulders and eating the cherry. Curious, she notices that theres no seed. It's a delicious cherry but...

... and suddenly she cant breathe. There IS a seed, and its caught in her throat!!
She feels a hand against her back as she doubles over, and suddenly she is not in her body.
She is about 10' from her body, observing herself choking. She feels no discomfort, and is entirely separate from the experience. But she still feels the sensation of a hand on her back, and as she turns to look, before her is a fierce halfling of resplendent golden hair. In her left hand is a shield made of mossed-over wood, with an oxide-green, copper emblem of a cornucopia on it.
She has no doubt who stands beside her at this moment.
"I am sorry to do this child, but there are artifices woven into the fabric of reality that require immediate action to address, in a place where I cannot go except but to send one who will do as I would have done in their place, but from the innocence of mortality. As fate would have it, Cyrrollale will be sending her own champion, though she technically doesnt have rank to send one. How curious fortune can be," the woman smiled. "But there is no time to waste. Dont alarm yourself with this scene, I'm playing a practical joke on the High Priestess. Your body is as unharmed as you appear now."
And as she says this, Bridget realizes that she is in her traveling clothes, with all her essential adventuring gear that would be suitable for possibly immediate combat.
"I dont have any say in this?" she asked.
"Heavens no, child. Another fellow, about as tall as you are, he was very specific with a wish spell," she smiled, and Bridget was overcome by a blinding light.

And then

We come at last to Barry; Capitol city of the Republic alliance of Nation States.
Three years have passed since we last visited the world of Mixed Nuts, and Football and American and National Socialism have spread far and wide. The Spartans of Sparintenar applied the concepts to their military discipline and became an unstoppable force in the war against the (((rats))). That Bitch was conclusively moved by what National Socialism offered her people. Now, Cardashill churned out quality entertainment that promoted classical values and the importance of a strong respect for heritage. The dwarves, the elves, all races found that there was something that National socialism offered to their people, and the international camaraderie and cooperation was awe inspiring; all under the careful deals and negotiations of Donald Trump, who could be found regularly at Mar a Lago, but otherwise throughout the world at a given moment.

The population has swelled to such degrees that a nearby dome city was found abandoned. The place appeared to have been run down long before it started collapsing, but whatever caused the place to be empty, there was no sign of life. Like, not even rodents went there.

But it made for an incredible urban development of Trumpian proportions! And with new land contracts, Barry was the largest city in the world, separated into multiple districts with efficient travel between district.
In one particular district, this one a shopping district, our story comes at last to three adventurers. The first is a stallion pony, with a black coat and a white mane. Just back from travel with his two other companions, his sword and shield are strapped to him, as is his armor. Black Scabbard is his name, and don't let him being a cute poner fool you.
The second is a stallion going by the name Kladaki. I dont have the best description yet, so I'll fill that in later.
Finally, there is a cowe. Standing upright in the manner of a satyr abomination, with a vibrant red mane falling on the shoulders of a leather coat which on inspection has way too many pockets, but otherwise garbed in a dark uniform in the style of an executive chef is Adeline Adolphine de Fatima Korragar Preston al Thez.

The trio has just returned from - and more specifically just got paid for - a recent job for a local merchant. Since the (((rats))) had been eliminated from the economy, free market transactions even on a local level were quite lucrative for both sides of the deal. With the money system tied to actual resources and value - not least of which was the appreciable value of labor - an unparalleled level of prosperity was shared amongst the people of Barry and throughout the nation states.
The three agreed to meet up in a couple days, as each had business they wanted to attend to. They will fill you in on what they were doing, if you ask them.

Addy however had only one thing on her mind. Cooking. That was always what was on her mind. Like Maud was for rocks, so she was for cooking but today was particular because today was her birthday. And not just her birthday either, it was her 'sister's' birthday as well.

It was unusual to be sure, getting to be able to live alongside a younger version of yourself and watch them grow and develop, potentially to grow stronger because of your influence, but it wasnt something she consciously thought of. But having gotten some solid cash and some unique ingredients, Addy was gonna do what she always did; prepare a feast. Pinkie Pie would approve of Addy's parties.
And these were the thoughts of cooking that occupied her as she turned from her companions (who were only supposed to settle in before getting their ass to the party god dammit!) and toward Infernius, Thez, Torcuil, Snek, and Liddy. She has a cowe tongue, and she's only just three, so the best she can say for 'Little Addy' is 'Liddy'. But complicated explanations about multiple timelines and realities makes adult Addy's brain hurt to try and grasp, so she just calls little Addy 'Sissy', and that's what little Addy calls her.
And as Addy turned toward her family and frens, Thez made a strange gasping sound.

You'd think I'd play this scene out a bit more, but no. No rest for the weary.

The sound is strange to describe. Like, almost like an alarmed yell, but as though part of the sound is missing, and the content of the yell is unintelligible. This draws everyone's attention, who can only watch as a grid-pattern of light appears across Thez' medium-grey skin. The grid lines widen and fill with light, enveloping Thez' skin in neat little box sections, until she is just a mass of light. And then, as suddenly as it began, the light vanished and she was gone.
Unsurprisingly, Infernius immediately starts to lose his shit, especially when his subsequent location spell fails.
And he really starts losing his shit when adult Addy exclaims in that same gasping tone. But he had already resolved to the only thing he could think to do, and seeing Addy about to OMGWTFBBQ? with as little warning as Thez and with no apparent explanation, that he could not abide.
And so he called out to Adolf Hitler, through the lord George Lincoln Rockwell. Infernius was held in the highest esteem for his work in spreading National Socialism and for beating back the (((rats))), and while his calls for aid to Hitler had diminished in frequency, it was as it should be; Hitler's will was manifest in the world, and as that continued, prosperity reduced the need for divine intervention.
But when Infernius called for a miracle, especially given the circumstances, you better believe he gets a goddamn miracle.
So as Addy's skin shows the same light-grid pattern that affected Thez, Infernius finishes a rousing appeal to Hitler.
As the magic corporealizes into bands of energy, another type of energy merges with and combines with the divine energy of Hitler. And that energy makes like Gurren Lagann and in a flash of warm yellow light (not the harsh whiteness that overtook Thez) Addy, Black Scabbard, and Kladaki all vanish without a trace.

"Happy birthday," Lenos mutters, his spell-amalgamation complete.
Wait. Hold on a second,....
He zooms in and rewinds the tape. What's that right there... it jumps onto Addy at the last moment.

"SNEK?!"

"Snek said something was up today. I wasnt planning on joining you folks today, but he was quite insistent. Wouldnt take no for an answer. Said something about a dream," Torcuil said somberly, as the magic particulates evaporated. Infernius simply slumped to his knees, dumbfounded.
"Eeeeenith," Little Adeline said, trying to emulate Thez' nickname of 'I'nis', "Where'd ma n sissy go?"
"They're... they're preparing for your party Liddy. You'll see them later on. Me promise," he said, somehow rolling a nat 20 on his deception check and successfully reassuring the 3 y/o cowe.

>>145884
I had a lot more I was going to use, but i was getting tired and you guys ended up making it out the easy way by accepting Llymic's Gifts.
Still, you haven't seen the last of the Cerebrotic Mire, or Father Llymic. It'll always be a part of you, lurking right there in your collection periphery :)

Still, you could count yourselves lucky you decided to visit the Red Magic and Sundries, because if you hadn't been around to be shunted into the Mire on day 30, Immerstal might have been lost instead.

Monster highlights from today's session:
>Bakemono Ninja (x 15)
>Blackspawn Stalker (x1)
>Bluespawn Stoneglider (x 50)
>Greenspawn Zealot (x1)
>Santa Claus(?) (N/A; ambient cerebrotic presence)

>>146205
Variant illustration of a less well-fed blackspawn stalker, which might atually be a bit closer to what appeared in the dining hall.

As usual, time for a recap!
>Party decides not to split up at the last moment
>We actually stick together and do a bit more shopping around and strategizing on what we need to do before the battle
>Aral's making bigass trees to help us fight, Artorias is making a magic mine field around the city, and Umbrie is...
>Well, I'm not too sure what Umbrie's doing
>Probably something with the church of Pelor and how she's some kind of superspy for them, I guess
>Anyway, we decide these things and then it's night, so we all head back to Jarmaath's place to do some other shit
>Said other shit being learning how to meditate for a team skill!
>We all get down to it with Aral taking the lead, when all of the sudden father Llymic comes to visit us
>He informs us that we all now have cerebrosis, and thus are able to do shit focused around the cerebrotic mire
>Well then
>Now that that's over, time to take care of our nightly activities and get some rest
>Well, we would've if that sorceress we met back out in the sticks hadn't finally arrived to meet us!
>Umbrie provides pleasant conversation to distract her while Aral pulls Artorias aside after botching two sense motive rolls
>While he and Artorias are in the closet together, Aral tells Artorias about his true feelings
>No, it's not a confession of love, you homos!
>The two have a back-and-forth about how the sorceress seems kinda sketchy all the time, but how there's still four of us and only one of her, not to mention the level gaps
>In the end, they come to an agreement to ambush her with an interrogation tomorrow when Artorias gets back his zone of truth and commune spells again
>Once the two men come back out of the closet somewhat more relieved than when they went in, they find out that Umbrie and the lady have actually made some extra progress in their conversation, gaining us some new info and an invitation to dinner!
>The extra information is that apparently she's part of a noble family here!
>Very interesting
>On the way out, we make sure to tell Jarmaath where we're going
>He tells us to say hello to the family's matriarch for him, since she hasn't been out in weeks
>Hmmm
>Some shit ain't right
>Well, we're going there now so we'll figure it out soon
>When we get there, sorceress makes us wait outside for a while before letting us in, and while we wait Umbrie hears her go across the building and get into an argument with someone else
>When the argument's resolved (peacefully, I might add), she finally lets us in only to immediately stop in the kitchen and scream
>Time to roll initiative!
>In the kitchen, there's a massive ugly blackspawn stalker!
>Also, suspended from the ceiling around the area are several human-sized cocoons!
>This looks bad
>Umbrie punts the not-drider of the ceiling, but it immediately climbs back up there and bodyslams her for big damage, upon which more than a handful of small spiders come spewing out of everywhere
>The floor? Spiders
>The ceiling? Spiders
>The walls? You guessed it, spiders
>This massive pile of spiders then ensnares all of us as a mob, dealing some damage and leaving us all grappled
>Luckily, Aral's bow Summer Star has the ability to cast fireball at 20th level!
>Everything goes from spiders to fire, and Artorias is caught in the blast with a critfail and gets launched across the room
>The room is now also on fire
>Well, time to kill these things and then leg it!
>Not-drider goes down when Aral runs it through with a volley of arrows, and the smaller spoddlers are wiped by the party's combined efforts
>Notably through all this, the sorceress has been doing fuck-all
>Just sitting there and having a meltdown
>I mean, yeah, her family's dead, but she could at least try to avenge them
>When we get done with the spiders, we all head back out into the entryway to find 15 ninjas, some blackspawn raiders, two enemy clerics, and a greenspawn zealot
>Artorias caves in the zealot's skull, Aral and Umbrie make short work of the clerics and raiders, and everybody starts popping ninjas
>Summer Star at some point also puts up a fire wall, exacerbating the fire problem
>Oh well, we can deal with that later!
>What do you mean, 'later means now'?
>... Oh
>When everything's dead, we grow wise to the fact that the mansion is now burning to the ground and grab the cocoons to drag them to safety
>When everyone's outside, the cocoons are opened to reveal their very dead occupants, the rest of the sorceress's family
>Aral then bravely runs inside the burning building to see if anyone else needs saving while Artorias tells the gathering crowd to get help and wait on standby if Aral finds anyone in need of healing
>Nobody is found though, and even worse, the sorceress has bugged out for some odd reason
>The guard is notified about her and set to watch as well as being informed about how to make sure no more red hand assholes sneak in, and the council is assembled to be informed of these happenings
>After all that is taken care of, we decide to track down the sorceress!
>The owls are called and we collectively make chase with Aral at the lead, following her tracks as she leaves the city
>Her tracks also seem to shift a few times along the way, from losing her heels to gain some speed to starting to run as she realize she's being tracked, to even shapeshifting into a giant spider to run away even faster, and teleporting along the way a couple of times for good measure!
>After a while, we decide that we've been chasing her long enough without seeing anything new
>That's when we remember a scrying shard that we got a while ago!
>Perfect, but I had to do things IRL that forced me to cut the session short
>Leaving it to next week, then!
Next time, the scrying shard! Will it help the party find their missing sorceress, or will it just flop? I don't really know, but that's kind of the point! Anyway, see you all next Saturday!

DAY 31; BEFORE MIDNIGHT
>>146237
Nice recap. Take your action point as usual.

If you're really doing this please add units meant for a high risk high reward high speed aggressive playstyle for smart fast gamers. It would really fit Aryanne due to the Blitz. The CAC mods I've seen usually add slow turtling factions or overpowered gimmicky bullshit factions that fail if they can't cheat you out of a good game using their bullshit.

I'd help you but this is too dumb. Way too dumb, even for a shitpost.

If it's your first project you should start with something small like modding red alert 1 and instead of the whole game you can add a new troop. Like, instead of russian dogs, The allies have ponies etc...

You have too much ambition. It's like instead of writing a short story you jump straight to War and peace.

>>146195
Starting small to learn the ropes is a based approach. Alexis isn't technically my first ROA character, just the first one I feel like showing people.

>>146196
If you know how to mod red alert one, I can offer my help with spritework and sound. I have experience with pixel art and sound mashing so it shouldn't be that hard.

>>146198
I don't know how to mod red alert but do you have any spare sword-swinging or lightning sound effects?

You can use these

For DMs:
How do you keep your games moving? In my games (d&d) ensuring that the party gets to experience at least a set minimum amount of content (about 4 party-level encounters per adventuring day, and one adventuring day per session; social events count if skill is involved) is my highest priority as a DM. I can't stand games where the PCs just stand around talking and not doing anything, or when time stretches into infinity and twelve or sessions are spent in the same week. However, it can be difficult keeping things up to speed, and takes a lot of energy out of me. My sessions tend to go on for a long time, and once I get exhausted I find myself cutting a few corners to not-suck, particularly with NPC dialogue that I sometimes skip when not essential, but that threatens to make my games look like combat marathons and might bore my party in a different way. Keeping pre-written maps/stats/quotes/descriptions/flowcharts on hand helps, but it doesn't help with improvising.

Does anybody have some strategies to share for what makes a fun, action-packed, colorful and descriptive, dialogue-intensive adventuring session? I want to hone my skills to be a better DM for my next game.

>>145349
Are dark elves not a Original idea from DnD?

>>145632
Not at all.
Literally just search "Dark elf mythology":
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/D%C3%B6kk%C3%A1lfar_and_Lj%C3%B3s%C3%A1lfar

>>145636
Interesting, will see if i cant find more info on them.

By the way, you guys know any good books or what not about european creatures and legends/myths? I want to make my homebrew more european acurate and i need some good info.

>>145798
I usually just use wikipedia, but I've also seen a couple dragon magazine articles that sometimes give insights into the historic roots of certain races.

My headcanon:
Twiloght Sparkle's family trees are the result of Princess Celestia manipulating events behind the scenes and pairing the strongest and smartest Unicorns with the biggest hearts in Canterlot for over a thousand years. Shining Armour and the Crystal Empire were down payments promised to Cadence for the parts she played in helping Celestia's chosen couples get together and have the correct number of foals in time for Princess Luna's release.

>>144030
ah, the pairing of the fittest, I see.

>>144030
>>144186
>pony eugenics
Accepted

Sorry, yall. Nothing to spoil yet regarding element of lust (I will only lit the fireworks when it's show time). So I will show something from the future update.

I've been wondering why Trixie has no teeth. And so I came up with giving trixie a new move that explains it. Man, it sure takes time to write something subtle.

Speaking of the hero of the occasion, I've changed Berry's attutude a little so her slurs can land on your ears better. Before she was talking about urine and her pussy and this is just painful to listen to.

I've changed it so now her lines are more rich in context while still having that character-defining edge to it. In this picture Berry confuses Octy for a salesmare because Octy is wearing a bow. Berry now also makes eye contact, that helps to visually end the conversation. Otherwise you don't know when the dialog is over after she finishes talking.

I've removed all mentions about drugs too. So in order to conteract my loss I came up with an idea to hint at Vinyl's addiction via item description. As you know, eye shrinking is related to pupil constriction, which is on itself a sign of substance abuse (mostly heroin). This is much better than playing a cutscene in which Vinyl says she stole money to get high. I like this choice of words better not only because it's subtle but because it stiches things together so nicely. Vinyl wore glasses long before she met Octavia. And this way you know her motive.

You don't know it yet but Minuette has played her part in this story. She is a greedy owner of the pawn shop who seeks for personal gain behind her cheerful facade. She is the one Vinyl has sold Octy's violin to, resulting in Octavia loosing her job and becoming a cheap cellist for hire. And in the end the whole trilogy is about those three ponies. Those three broken souls.

>>145788
>Small Horde of Green Dragonspawn
>Small horde
>Small
There were 50 of them. Lmao.
Freaking Swordsages.

considering how large armies were and how large the Mongolian hordes were. a Horde of 50 while definitely large numbers to face for the small skirmish unit that is a party of adventurers, is small on the horde spectrum. a small but elite horde. but horde makes me think starship troopers, Samurai Jack or the Xenomorphs.

>>145791
Alright. Next time you'll get 200.

that actually feels closer to a horde. though the party is already prioritizing surviving to the detriment of RP or side content.

>>145793
Well, you can expect a couple thousand at the Battle of Brindol. How many you'll personally face is still to be determined.