Sutoratosu

They have been changed to level up, as we did with Dobby and his request for Timburr's line as a starter when we changed Conkeldurr's evo method to reaching level 38. Given that Rogenrola evolves into Boldore at level 25, the exact same level as timburr does into Gurdurr, it too will evolve at into it's final form at level 38 now, just like conkeldurr's line.

I'm pretty sure he's trying to bait invite you into dropping Times or some other authority into that scene and having them stop Arcene out of suspicion or something or whatever... at least that's how it seems to me, given the way it's written. My interpretation of it is: Arcene is currently tracking the water elemental for his client, however he's also keeping an eye out encase Times happens to be nearby so he can avoid him... basically it's like a criminal who is in the middle of committing a crime, but while they are committing said crime are also keeping an eye and ear out encase the police get near, so that they can NOPE the fuck out of there if they need to and avoid consequences... Of course though, that's just my impression after studying the scene. I didn't write, so I could be right or I could be completely wrong here...

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth. "I think I've seen something like them around. Hold on..." Aurora said, trailing off as she moved to one of the stacks in the darkness and began to search. There had been a few things tucked into the alcove where he quarters were, if she recalled it right; strange standing sticks with thick leather wrapped around their lengths and a strange mannequin of the same material that vaguely resembled the basic shape of a human torso with it's arms held to the side. Back then she hadn't even the slightest inkling what they were... so she had simply tossed them to the side and forgotten about the matter. "Ah, here..." before long, she emerged again with one of the Bamboo training stalks in hand. Despite it's obvious age and the many tears and dust lining the ancient and long since parched and cracked leather padding it's surface, the thing had held up remarkably well, for being neglected and forgotten about for Mother knows how long. It didn't take much time for her to produce a few more like it from the same place, setting them down one by one. The Dummy came soon after, though time had not been as kind to it's form as it had the stalks. The leather padding hung off its person in several places, as if it were a leper shedding flesh in chunks and rotting to the very bone, exposing the bamboo core that held it all together. Despite it's degradation though, It too was still mostly intact and usable. "That's all of them that I can find, my lord." Aurora said, taking a few steps back from the equipment- for her though a few mere steps easily equalled the same distance that would've taken a few strides for most beings. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to be in the way when the old General started slicing, as eager as he looked...

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth. The higher ups wouldn't notice, he said; The higher ups wouldn't care, he said... bah, Ajax, you fool... of all the things for you to be wrong about... "I'm sorry, but I've not seen anyone down here as of late, except for you yourself, my lord." She said, voice steady and clear. "I do hope that you find him though. It must be terrible for his kin, not knowing anything...I can only imagine it." She knew they would not find him though. She knew that they would never find Ellim. That criminal's body was gone now, she knew it for a fact; her venom had begun it's secondary work the moment it had kicked in for him. What had once been Sylvi's assailant was nothing more than an odorless, liquefied mass wrapped up in silk now, waiting to be consumed later, just as it would be. And she wasn't about to go admitting to any of the latest happenings down here either; As far as her or Sylvi or Ajax were involved in any of this, it was done, finished. A wrong had been committed. And that wrong had been recompensed appropriately. This was the Arachni way. This was the way of the strong, of those who fought their own battles and proudly carried their own scars from said battles, rather than expecting someone else to fight it for them every time. Did she feel sorrow for the boy and his dam? Yes, she did, she would admit. But it was nowhere near enough sorrow to guilt her into speaking; she once had literally lost everyone and everything she had ever known up to that point in her life, afterall. She knew of loss, she knew full well of the pain it caused, and she had probably felt the shadowed and veiled claws of that horrid pain tear at her heart and soul far more times in just that short span back then than either Ellim's son or Mate would ever feel in their entire life times. No one lives forever. Not even the gods- the tale Ajax had once told her about his beloved idol Seeker proved as much that even a god could someday fall -everyone dies at some point, it is simply a matter of when, where, how, and why. Her clan died long ago, in their own home, done in by a strange affliction and madness for a reason Aurora did not know. And the Soldier named Ellim had died before the sun even broke on the horizon this day, in these very passages, here in the dark of the Waterways, he had fallen to the venom and retaliation of an Arachni Huntress, and the reason he died was because he looked at Sylvi, not even a full two days ago, and he got in his mind that he could prey upon her, that he could force himself on the girl, and get away with that crime because he assumed his victim was too meek and too damn timid to have the good sense and courage to scream her lungs out the moment she realized what was going to happen. So... Aurora. She had nothing to say in any further regard to the 'disappearance'. It was a done affair, and once an affair is done, one should not dwell on the past... it only opens the way for old wounds to open yet again. And Sylvi's wounds were still fresh, so to speak. Had barely even begun to heal- the girl was acting strong, but Aurora saw it as she left her, had sensed it in the girl's very breath and heartbeat when she'd hugged her. If she said anything here, they'd be more than merely torn open; they would have the salt of bureaucratic scrutiny rubbed in them to boot. Sylvi was the one who really mattered to her, the one she most concerned herself about here at the end of the day; not some little Ram brat she had never met nor seen, crying over his Sire who was a predator of the worst type, disguised in literal sheep's clothing as he went around targeting little Servant Girls; chances were that the lycan probably had not been the first he'd gone after, if he was so bold as to blatantly attack her as she said he did. And chances were that Sylvi would not have been the last victim, had he escaped. And as far as she was concerned, Sylvi had fucking been through enough already. "You're not imposing here though, my Lord, I can assure you," She continued. "In fact, it's honestly quite the opposite, more of an honor than anything. This space here... it's really where you developed the fabled God Slash?" hell, if the man wanted to reminisce, she wasn't about to stop him, not if it would steer the subject away from the missing Ellim... besides, not like she had much else to do today anyway, except perhaps sleep.

Yeah, I kinda figured an assault would be an instant death sentence here XD. Was kinda the first option I took off the table and tossed in the trash bin... Gotta admit though, you are by far the only person who has ever put me in this deep of a mental crossroads in an RP, not that I'm surprised at all. Hmmm... Well, there's is substantial evidence that could be used to prove Sylvi's story, and Aurora is definitely smart enough that she could probably construct a pretty damn decent argument towards Ellim's guilt and his disgrace of his job via what he attempted, if she really had to... But then again... the Arachni culture kinda upholds a more old fashioned method of justice for the most part, where if you got serious beef, you're expected to more or less go out and settle it yourself (Given the whole deal they have about strength and pride, and honestly if you can't even solve your own problems and have to always go running to someone else to fight your battles for you...yeah, not exactly a good example of strength there...), so long as you've got some type of evidence to prove you were justified (Hence why she ever bothered taking things into her own hands when Sylvi came to her...). Hmmmmm... yeah, I think I know what she'd most likely do.

Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.... Damn it, Hukuna, you've got me at a very good dilemma right here... XD. I suspected as much... Hmmmm... to be lawful, or...

Aurora, Lord Cyllis. Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth. "My name is Aurora, my lord." The Huntress said, still motionless where she was, her eyes lingering on the sheathed blade. "This is where I've made my sleeping quarters, of sorts." It occurred to her that the long fabled Lord Cyllis of the Sword arriving in this place was probably no mere accident or misturn, if he was familiar enough with the chamber to find it without guidance and expect no one else to be here. Well, the place was old afterall, at least as old as the rest of the Water System in the castle, and Lord Cyllis probably even older than that by far. Who knows what myriad of ancient memories this chamber might have held, what events if might have seen or conversations it might have heard, before she found it after the gates closed and it became obvious no one was ever leaving the castle again? "My lord, might I ask though," She began. "what brings you to this place? When I first stumbled upon it long ago, I had thought it somewhere long since unused and forgotten about. And, forgive me but, you don't seem to be in the best of moods."

Aurora, Lord...Cyllis? Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth Aurora sat motionless and silent for a moment, there in the darkness, watching the Old Lord. After Ajax and Sylvi had left she had moved the cocooned body of the footman further back into the chamber, closer to her quarters. When she had heard the tell tale approach of footsteps though, she had figured it was Sylvi or Ajax coming back for something or some reason- there could've been no other logical candidates afterall. They were the only two who know the way here by heart, as far as she knew, and given the difficulty of finding the place without either knowing where it already was or being shown by someone who did... the appearance of the Mantis Lord Cyllis was made even all the more bizarre than it already was in her mind. Surely he couldn't be here over the missing soldier, Ellim, could he? No, no, that...that would make no sense... like Ajax himself had attested, the dead man had been a virtual nobody in the grand scheme of things, just like the rest of them. And that illithid was seldom wrong...at least from her past experiences with him. Well... perhaps he was searching for something; people did lose an utter cacophony of objects to this place, afterall. The scattered objects around the place were a near perfect testament to as much... In the end though, there was only one way to find out. As strange and...off as this whole situation felt... "My lord?" she called. She may not have spent an overly large amount of time up above the surface of the grounds, but she had seen enough over the years to know the basics of honorifics. Even if the aged General technically was not a true Lord, the point was moot; she honestly knew not how else to properly address him. "Your presence here is most... unexpected."

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand now I've got the feels from that last post... wasn't expecting for it all to come out like... that, but I'm glad it did. Went better for exposing a bit more of her character in a better way than I probably could've ever planned that scene to have.

Aurora, Early Morning, The 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth Her den was, more or less, just as she had left it when she returned. The place was small, but it was big enough. A quaint little chamber, separated from the rest of the tunnels by a crumbling passage that, if one didn't know was even there to begin with, would likely never be noticed in the darkness of the Castle Waterways. There was no smell of rot here, no smell of waste or sewage. This area of the underground plumbing system was used exclusively for the castle's many fountains and courtyards; unlike the Sewers, the water here was more or less clean in it's flow... or at least a thousand times cleaner than the sludge filled, coal black canals and grime covered corridors Aurora had always done her best to avoid ever going into like they were death itself, given her sense of smell. But then again, even though it was far cleaner, living in the Waterways was not exactly an experience she coveted either... But for what is was worth, she would never have been able to properly adjust to using one of those common... rooms so many others had. Living and sleeping above ground simply did not suit her kind. Above ground, even with all your roofs and artificial walls and barriers, you were still exposed to the elements. Above ground, you were vulnerable to the extremes in temperature- to the freezing cold of the winds of winter and blazing heat of the dancing summer sun. Her kind were burrowers for a reason. Beneath the Earth's crust, you had no reason to worry of such things as the weather outside. And beneath the earth, shrouded in the darkness, you made your home a far harder target to route if it was ever even found. Like them or hate them, it went without saying that at least here in the Waterways, she could feel somewhat at home. And it could be worse. Whoever had built Dour had been enough of an engineering genius to figure out a routing and flow system that would ensure the passages would never flood, even in the most violent of downpours... or perhaps it wasn't engineering. Perhaps it was magic. Who knew, the only thing in the entire affair she cared about, was the fact that she wouldn't be drowned at the tiniest drizzle up on the surface. She slung the cocoon to the floor as she entered the space, taking no care of where it landed among the various scattered objects piled about the place- former possessions and personal effects she either had kept from past captured meals or spotted floating in the clear canals of the Waterway. Some of the things that people lost and managed to find their way down here... she didn't know the how of half of them. From brooches and rings and other small pieces of jewelry to far more bizarre things, she had eventually just learned to stop questioning the possible chain of events that must've led to the item's arrival. She tread further into the chamber, past the possessions and towards the small alcove she actually used as her sleeping quarters. The sedation she had used to calm Sylvi had probably worn off by now, but given how hysterical and frightened the child had been, Aurora doubted the little Lycan would be willing to leave on her own just yet. And she was right... there she was, back to the wall and knees pulled to her chest, though not quite in the form Aurora had last seen her in. In her long sleep it seemed the child had reverted to human form; her skin bare now, her grey coat of fur and pointed ears replaced with short locks the shade of ash. Her face itself hadn't changed much, except for the snout-like canine nose giving way to a more human nasal structure in it's leave of absence. Her visibly bare feet now longer held their raised, agile heels, her torn dress hanging from delicate frame a bit more loosely than it had in her beast form. There had been a time, once, many years ago after the gates first closed, when it would've taken everything she had not to pounce and kill her, the struggle to control the hunger and the instinct would've been far too real after the feeding frenzy she had once enjoyed. But that time was long since past. The lack of human flesh and potential consequences of just abducting and eating any random castle denizen had forced the huntress to learn the harsh lessons of control... And even besides the point, after as long as she had known the girl... well, Sylvi was about as far away from the status of a potential meal as one could get in Aurora's mind. There was someone else there though, someone far too familiar to ever mistake, just as much as Sylvi was. She smelled him sooner than she actually saw him though. "Ajax, why do you tread upon my den without my presence?" She called, voice ringing throughout the chamber. "A-Aurora?" Sylvi asked shakily, looking up for the first time, only now noticing the Arachni was even there at all. Aurora had completely forgotten how the child lacked her usual dark vision while human. The huntress kept her attention fixed to the scent for now though. "Come out here, Ajax. I could well eat you for this." "Very funny." The Illithid responded, his voice thick and rich with the refined accent of his race. He stuck his cephalopod-like cranium out from behind the stack of long since lost possessions he'd been examining. How long he had been waiting here with Sylvi, she knew not. "If I recall correctly though, the last time you attempted such resulted in a truly terrible headache for you. If you insist though, we could have another contest of wills..." Aurora grinned, wolfishly. "No, no...that won't be necessary; the first time was already one too many. What is it that brings you here?" Ajax stepped away from the pile now, hands folded behind his back as he paced over to the Arachni and the Lycan's Human form. "I come searching for a... colleague of mine, who I have noticed has been absent since he left for his patrols yesterday. A Ram-headed beast man, you see, named Ellim. I know that his favored routes take him close to the entryway of these passages, and I also know that the young little bastard is far too ambitious and blindly loyal to just up and abandon his duties to go for a drink or what have you, compared to us veteran footmen who have sat on that wall for the past century since the war's end and know from experience, beyond the shadow of a doubt that at this point there is no chance of promotion for any of us. Knowing how you have effectively made this place your unofficial territory of sorts, I had a feeling you may have had something to do with this..." Ah. So Ellim had been his name. Aurora's answer came only in the glance she gave to the cocoon in the corner of the chamber. Ajax followed her gaze. "Ah yes, course you did..." Ajax sighed, tentacles writhing a bit from the exhale. "What else should I have expected of you... what precisely motivated you though, if I may ask? Even though the disappearance of one nameless grunt among the many in Dour will not be noticed nor cared about by the Higher Ups, Ellim still wasn't exactly someone who lived on the fringes of society...not an outlier. I'd thought you'd go for more forgettable prey..." "He tried something on Sylvi," Aurora said simply, nodding her head towards the girl. It was no surprise the Lycan had not told nor shown him anything about what she'd been through. "and that something he tried is what made me go after him." Ajax turned his night gaze to Sylvi. "Is this true, Sylvi? Did he try something?" He already knew the answer. Aurora would not openly lie to his face, and he could see the girl's torn attire himself. But he still wanted to hear it from her, just a simple yes or no. In fact, he already had what he felt to be an accurate scenario in his mind. "I-I screamed right when he was trying to get my dress off... and he got scared... ran off because he thought someone heard and was coming..." She went no further. She did not need to, did not want to, and neither of the adult monsters would force her either. Ajax turned back to Aurora. He had known what Ellim was like. And He knew precisely why he had probably chosen Sylvi as a victim when he saw her, it was always easy to prey upon someone weaker than oneself... "Well, I can not say I have any pity for the fool. Perhaps because he was a soldier, just another nameless face in a sea of nameless faces, he thought he could get away with such a crime. Regardless, I see you have already taken care of the punishment for his transgression here. Seems I won't have to mind spike his sorry soul for this." Then he turned back to Sylvi. "Child, I am sorry you had to go through such a terrible thing. If you wish, I can remove the memories from your mind, take away any recall of the fright. Only if that is what you want though." She shook at the mere mention of the offer, much to Ajax's surprise, pulling her knees in even closer to her chest, trying to make her alrighty slight form even smaller. Aurora's glare was all he needed to realize why though. "Oh, oh no, of course not through that method, Sylvi. I would never use the stinger on you- your skull would be fully intact and you'd be unharmed, I assure you." That wasn't a very good save, even he himself would have admitted, but it was enough to calm Sylvi a bit and subsequently get Aurora's scowl off of him. To both his and Aurora's surprise though, rather than a yes or no to Ajax, she addressed Aurora herself instead. "You... you killed him. Didn't you...?" There was no regret in the question. No remorse for asking it, over the prospect of his possible death. Just fear. Fear for herself. Fear for when she would undoubtedly have to return to her duties as a kitchen girl. And fear for other servant girls like her. Fear that he may have gotten away, may still be out there... Fear that, given the circumstances, Aurora reckoned she damn well had a right to. "Aye," Aurora said. "He's deader than a doornail Sylvi. I've made sure he can never try it again, on you or any other girl. And I made sure his last moments were agony to boot." At that, Sylvi shook her head at Ajax. "Then no. If Aurora has killed him for it, then I don't want to forget..." Ajax was taken aback, but nodded, solemnly, understanding in his eyes, though as to just what he understood, Aurora was missing here. "If that is what you wish... if you ever change your mind though, you knew where to find me." With that, he gave one more nod to the Girl, regarded Aurora with a bow, and walked out of the chamber. The Arachni and Lycan stood alone in the dark. From the way Sylvi's eyes had focused directly on her, Aurora could tell they had adjusted to the darkness. "Sylvi..." she began, utter bewilderment on her face. "Why..." Sylvi was faster to the punch though. "I would've refused his offer even if you hadn't killed him and he had gotten away to do it again." She said. "Because the next servant girl he would've gone after might not have been as lucky as me if he got away from you and there was no witness to identify him from the last time. And besides, just forgetting about something... doesn't actually wash it away. It doesn't make it as if it never happened. You told me that, remember? When you told me about your clan and I asked you why you didn't ask Ajax to make you forget what you found or replace the memory with something different." Aurora... turned away. "I...recall something along those lines... yes." "And then there's another thing..." Sylvi continued. Aurora felt something bump into her, arms wrapping around her waist. She looked down, and there was Sylvi, hugging her, not even the least bit discouraged by the height difference between them created by her arachnoid form. "If I said yes, I would've forgotten that I... that I had someone like you for a friend. Someone like you who I can turn to for anything... no matter what it is." Aurora... Aurora could say nothing. She just couldn't. Something welled up inside her, as she reached down and returned the gesture of affection... it felt strange, arachni, they did not hug. They had other ways of expressing warmth... but she did not mind this. Sylvi was probably the only living being who could get away with such close and sudden contact to her though, going up and laying hands on her as unexpectedly as she had... most anyone else, even Ajax, would've likely had a leg lashing out to impale them just on sheer predatory reflex. The girl was the one who broke away first. "I... I should probably get back to the kitchens. They'll probably notice my absence before long..." "What about your dress though?" Aurora said. "Here, at least let me mend it-" "Thank you, Aurora, but... there's no need... I can swipe another one." And with that, the girl turned and left too, just like Ajax before her, and Aurora watched her go. Watched her go and thought all the while on the fact that she'd never have young of her own to look after like she did that girl. The fact that even though she was supposed to be an Acolyte, she had never contributed to the next generation of her race, would never even have another clan to call her own, as long as she would be stuck in these bedamned walls. In this prison, in this hell wrought by the madness of Solomon, Sylvi was a constant reminder of her fate, of what she wouldn't have, of the children she'd never get to see, despite proving her worth and earning the right to a lineage, the right to seeing younglings produced from her own self grow and develop. But yet at the same time, the 14 year old Lychan Girl also served as a glimmer of the happiness that Aurora could have enjoyed back in her own clan, had things gone differently, had she not been denied by fate what she had rightfully earned in the field as a Huntress. And that happiness... that glimmer of happiness was just enough to outshine the light of grief Sylvi's prescence always simultaneously caused her. And that is why Aurora could not think of her as food. Would never think of the girl as food, no matter her form...

TBH, the servant girl I had Aurora seeking vengeance for is technically a wolf-based Lycanthrope...who is so meek and quiet that, even in her beast form, she's not really that much of a threat to anyone... she would basically be the very lowest beta of a were-wolf pack if ever there was one.

Aurora, shortly before dawn, 1st day of the 1st month of the year of rebirth Darkness reigned supreme over the tunnels, aged, yellowed walls of stone concealed in near unnatural blackness as the heavy clop of boots reverberated off their face. The babbling of the water's current in the channel next to him was the sole guiding light he had as he staggered further away from death, arm hanging limp at his side and a spattered, haphazard trial of crimson growing ever longer with his every motion. He knew naught how he'd been down here, nor where he was or where he was headed, only that wherever it was, it was going to be as far away from... her as he could muster. "Awwww, is our little lamb lost? Does he need his dam to protect him from the lurkers in the dark?" A coy, patronizing voice chimed forth from the reaches of the darkness. A scowl bloomed on his snout as he glared hatefully into the abyss, horns jagged and ruined, bloodied, matted wool hanging in clumps around his face. The torn, tender site his ear once occupied had long since stopped bleeding, probably hours ago, but even now, he remember the pain of how she had ripped it off. Almost as well as he could remember the searing pain of her fangs sinking into his bicep and striking right to the bone. "I am a Ram, you filthy wretch..." He corrected her, snarling. But it was too late to put on the facade of bravado. Aurora could see him quaking, though whether that was from fear or just the venom, or both, was a hard guess indeed. Either way, She smiled as he continued, mouth lined with pearly razors "Just cease this bedamned theatre and show yourself..." He lifted his blade with his good hand. His tremored grip was naught more secure than a tots though. "Show yourself, bitch... you can't dine on lamb chops, but I'll give you a feast of steel instead." "You're more likely to piss yourself, from my reckoning." "Come down here and I'll make you regret the day you were conceived." "Oh, are we talking about regrets now? How wonderful, you got to my point for me." His scowl grew a bit deeper at that. "I'm sure you're tired of being stalked in all this darkness; it's been.... how long? hours? a day perhaps? Oh, it's so hard to tell without the sun, you know..." Twas a lie. Her kind was used to darkness, their biological clocks seldom failed. "Why are you doing this to me?" The ram demanded. "Justice, of course." came his answer. "Do you remember the pretty little servant girl you met while you were on patrol?" "Be more specific, whore." "Name calling will not get out of my clutches. Regardless: she's a shy little lycantrope, meek as a mouse, quite ironic for a wolf, really. Dark grey fur, big green eyes that would probably have melted your heart at a mere glance. Does any of this ring a bell?" "No, it doesn't." He scoffed. "Hmmm... I see. how about this: You dragged her to a dark corner where you thought no one would see, and then you tore her dress, just as she screamed for help and you lost your nerve and ran off. Does that ring a bell?" Venom laced her every word. The soldier's eyes could've been dinner platters at that moment. "Good, good, it does, little lamb. Now I can finally answer you- what you did, or, at least what you tried to do, you shook her something awful, you see. So when she comes running to find me, clothing wrecked, tears just streaming down her sweet little face, well...I simply can not forgive this, you see." He said nothing. He tried to run, but his feet rebelled. His sword clattered to the stones. He could feel his pulse quickening, the searing fires of hell wracking his chest in waves now, eyes wide in horror as he stared at his palms, veins pulsating near rhythmically. His vision went hazy, his breath caught in his lungs. His skin felt the heat of a thousand suns, the sting of a thousand blades. "What-what's...?" His tongue went numb, became loose. His quakes grew ever more fierce. "That would be the venom, my dear." Aurora answered, incapable of controlling the rabid, fanged grin on her face even if she wanted to. "It's a special batch, really, not my nastiest work, but good enough for the likes of you. It has a nice little delay, extends the fun, though it honestly varies from being to being. I'm impressed your body fought back for this long though, nearly a full day... you are a resilient waste of space, aren't you?" She received no answer. He was dead before his knees even hit the floor. Aurora finally made her way down from the ceiling, her shadow towering over the fallen criminal as she checked the work. She was small for one of her race though, barely bigger than an adolescent. Malnourishment was probably the cause... not that there was anything she could really do about it, with her options so limited, here locked behind the walls just like everyone else, caged birds forced to live in the insanity that had become of old Solomon's reign. But today? Oooooh, today, she would not feel the pang of hunger in her gut, the want for more, that much, she knew. And Sylvi would sleep better without the Ram wondering about the castle, free as a bird... to someday come back and try again if he so pleased. "Good night, worthless prince." She said, going to work wrapping the body. "and flights of devils sing thee to thy torment."

Exact same thing I thought the first time I saw her sign up sheet...

ah bird jesus, Jory... you mentioned Surge Story... now I've got the feels and nostalgia going on as I recall all the crazy shit I did with you guys back then...Giant Ice Chickens getting roosted on a military base's rooftop, Entire Cities being constructed out in the mountains in just the span of a few days by hyper-intelligent psychic types, an Alakazam who held the same authority as a 5 star general... damn, that shit was fun... I kinda regret shutting it down in hindsight Anyways, that was then. This is now. yeah, like Jory said, look for an IC for this sometime soon. Hope those of you serving as our Protagonists are excited to get this rolling.