Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)

I'll need a basic backstory/list of house approved races before I can start.

With the exception of dragons being a bit more of a I don't like to approve most of the time, any 3.5 race is fine by me. The main thing I suggest considering in any build as main mods on this Setting is:

1. Undead are made from a collection of souls and thus have stat bonuses and two extra feats. Also extremely rare.

2.All forms Teleportation only includes you. Not even you undies can make the trip with you.

What's the story that's happened so far (Most of it being backstory at a guess)?

Story:


Welcome to Cold's Deep, a world barely connected to other planes. A simple near planet sized rock with three strange deities. There is a artificial moon at the center of the inhabited Plateau, this moon is the only source of light... for this is the Starless Era. There is no central Government of any kind. This is a time of lawlessness, ever the Gods tend to be viewed with such hatred that there is no real religious order.

The rest of the backstory I wish to save for IC discovery.

Santa Zai... I've been fresh out of fun thigns to do.... so just if you could I would looove http://store.steampowered.com/app/3910/?snr=1_7_7_230_150_1

If not its okay, ^^

While, I am most upset and up to date on what is going on in Syria. The elementary shooting, I've been trying to be a bit more detached from, because the psychological dynamics of the young man who committed the actions and his mother are not fully revealed. If anything, timing is why this can be considered tragic. While, yes this view require ignorance of the greater going ons in the world. An entire class of kindergartners died. One week before Christmas. Their parents probably already bought their gifts and wrapped them.

How many of you had a best friend in kindergarten from another class? I know I did. Now imagine if an entire class of someone FIRST best friend was just flat out murdered. From a developmental stand point, this will create some truly traumatized kids in a section of the world where we try to hide our broken.

Speaking of broken, those parents I told you about. How many of them have other kids, and how function of parents can they really be right now, and down the line?

In the end, I care about all the hell that goes on in the world, but practically speaking, right now there is nothing I can do. So for me, I'll wait until there is something real I can do before I'll emotionally attach myself to the situation.

With one last scream of emotional torment, the EverChild disappeared is a glow of redyellowblue light. As his final frantic spell caused such a cataclysmic reaction, scrubbing the upper atmosphere from existence.

The dark figure creating the solid blizzard vanished with a distinct pop, as the spell continued on its own prerogative. Encased the structures in a sheen of ice stronger than almost any metal.

The Wyvern heard the communication, and darted underground, taking a vice-prophet into his jaws like a swooping eagle.

A young female Anrufe soldier had died somewhere on the surface below. Average soldier, and to everyone except one boy she was nothing special. You see, for the last eight years of her life, she had a sweetheart. This boy had been everything to her, after the Anrufe. The sad thing being, he didn't age. In her mind's eye it was as if he stayed in perfection and she left into the woes of reality.

As she bled out, none of this mattered. Her operational importance was negligible. Yet... this boy who was beside her when she took her fatal blow... howled in sorrow. Torn by the loss, even if it was a countless chain of many loves... with each one this boy gave every drop of his heart like a child's first entrancement with another.

A layer of water, 10 kilometers thick enclosed the upper atmosphere. winds in the lower atmosphere swish and turned becoming a storm of ludicrous wind speeds and gale force. Six hundred and sixteen pillars of flexible and tensile mix of molten and solid crust shot up in the sky, as the storm and the pillar become the elastic support for the upper layer of water.


The warheads exploded into this floating sea, as the seas responded as if a living thing, and encroached and swallowed the force of their explosion. As the psudeo-magic particles would only breach the upper 3 kilometers of sea, and it pushed out that layer into the void of space as if shedding skin. Expelling normal water mixed with all the radiation and pseudo-magic particles out way from the planet in a spherical ray.


During this whole thing, the woman... had risen and attempt to attack and consume the boy. Yet, even as his only normal eye widen in horror, his other eye remained stoic as the mirror it speared to be. Floating far above the woman's frenzied corpse... he wept.

Take you time. When you are ready to come back, we'll all have fun.

I hope you are hanging in there.

The corruption beams hit the blizzard, as it spread further across the planet.  The gale and snow reacted with eerie purpose, as it thickened at points of impact with the beams. Encasing the beam creating heavy solid cylinders of metallic ice. The grid was cased in a thick layer of condensed ice. So condensed in face that when its growth disturb the ice, it would explode with exponentially more water, which would refreeze almost immediately.


The winged beast continued its onslaught of acid projectiles. The exhalation of  acid, vibrate in the air creating a frantic song, as the song reverberated, magic circles appeared where the sound touched, a strange lime green glow emitted from these circles.

(Because the other topic never ended. I never had them agree and you never 3-day-ruled it.)

(I did ask if that was even possible. You never answered, nor did anyone else I asked.)

While they couldn't kill them. The Marid had the ship locked down tight. The Reeducation program had the adults and children on separate decks. The original holding block, was now a clean research lab. The revived Gryphons would find themselves locked in this with Am fields, as the Marid begin to attempt to restrain all revived victims.

Considering that Aloange was completely wiped out. The Aloange Mafia and the Locar that died here would have an interesting time. There had been no Marid casualties. However, the small fleet and station had returned at the conclusion of the Locar fight. They had to flee immediately again.

He heard the voice. Regarded it, and meant to earn membership. He wasn't going to die permanently by enemies that retreated from a little acid. How unfortunate he thought. Yet, memories of feeling the wind on his wings... the glances of those strange purple wings. Pain of who he had lost, and never could win back seeped out from deep within himself.

While the wound the serpentine man inflicted on himself had already healed. The Acidic blood still multiplied, filling up the local underground. With a strange precision, walls of green crystal blocked off the blood's spread. Locking it in, as it still multiplied. Great pressure would be exerted on the underground, as the serpentine man ripped out from his false skin. Revealing a two wings, two legged scaly beast, the only feature that remained similar, was his red slitted eyes. His scales were a deep black.

40 meters to the flank opposite to the Black Legion, the ground shook violently, as a eruption of acid, rock, and ash composed of dissolved rock. Taking flight, the beast flew high, exhaling balls of acid onto the troops.





The Blizzard quivered and become solid. As it raged, the snow that composed the blizzard became hard, dense, and sharp. A shielded fight in this blizzard would last less than a second. Chanting could be heard coming from every part of the blizzard, as the icy structures seemed to grow into the sky, and sink deeper into the ground. Creating an unnatural and hard permafrost.

For a long time, it had been hard to impress Muth. For Eons, he had worked as a craftsman across countless worlds. For the first time, there was a silent twinkle of delight in his eyes. For a long time, he just sat and watched. Observing the Women and the dragons work the forges.

At one point, he got up. A Black Marble stone appeared in the middle of the street, as he got to work carving it. He was two hours into this carving, as it begun to take shape.

What is going on with Red Blizzard? Not even sure whose post is it.