overbox | New Muse Testing!

Pick one of the following!

Nightmare Knight

Unstoppable (?) foe of Dreamside and master of darkness. Big.

Sigrun Eide

Norwegian post-apocalyptic monster hunter. Not very smart.

Mozu

Trouble maker and acquirer of magical artifacts. Mostly wands.

Then pick a prompt!
1 Action - Shit's exploding! People are fighting! To the victor go the spoils!
2 AU - Modern day, pirates, wild west, specifically into someone else's canon...whatever you can think of.
3 Drinking - Three sheets to the wind
4 Deep CR - Time to share your deepest darkest secrets and worries
5 Crush - Look I don't know WHY you would have a crush on these idiots. Maybe you are confiding your crush on someone else?
6 Wild Card - I trust you with the task of making up a prompt on your own.

OR just suggest one of my characters and I'll try to craft a prompt for you! OR just leave it totally blank and leave it in my hands entirely, if you're feeling especially lazy!

Format blatantly stolen from Professor Prof

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It could barely have been said to be a battle. As soon as the pirates that had been raiding Protoss/Terran trade routes realized the size of the force sent to deal with them, they had turn tail and fled, leaving their head quarters abandoned. The fleet pursued, while the Spear of Adun stayed put to catalog the big pile of stolen goods left behind.

Routine work, really, until there was an intruder alert from the cargo hold that had most of the pirate booty stored away.

[It felt way too much like overkill to bring the Spear of Adun out to deal with lowly space pirates. However, that's what the Protoss ended up doing. Let it not be said that they went easy on foes.

And when the alarm sounded, Artanis could only shake his head in disbelief. He ordered a platoon of zealots to investigate the cargo hold. It was probably some kind of stowaway, after all.

Meanwhile, Artanis himself would remain on the bridge. The platoon leader was ordered to come into contact with him if they discovered anything.]

The report game: "Hierarch, we have located the intruder. It's...some kind of alien. I think-"

Before the zealot making the report could continue, Artanis heard other voices in the background from the rest of the platoon.

"Did it just wink at me?"
"Where'd it go!?"
"It can't have gotten far! Fan out."
"I think I can hear something laughing"
"There! There! In the rafters!"
"After it!"

[Well. That's odd. Zealots having trouble securing an alien? Not something Artanis has heard of happening before.]

Do whatever you can to apprehend it. I will be arriving at the cargo hold shortly.

[True to his word, Artanis immediately leaves the bridge. He makes his way down to the cargo hold.]

I have arrived. Is it safe to enter?

"We have driven it into the corner, sir."

A high pitched voice pipes up from somewhere in the corner, saying "You couldn't drive a sheep to grass, oafs! I just got bored of being chased!"

[Artanis opens the door. He quickly spots his men, and carefully makes his way through the cargo to where they are.]

Very well. Exactly what is the nature of our stowaway?

"We're...not sure."

The stowaway is small. Very small. Even with its tall pointed hat it barely comes up to the waist of the average protoss. It has purple fur with green highlights, is wearing concealing robes that cover everything but its face and its tail, which is sticking out of the back and apparently prehensile, for the creature is holding a wand in each hand and a third one in its tail. All three wands are switching between targets as the zealots in the area that are trying to approach it, and all three are also spitting sparks of energy from the ends, as if ready to explode.

It spoke: "Makes you feel big, does it? Sending six guys to catch a little girl like me?" Apparently it was female. She brandished one of the wands threateningly at a zealot that had tried to take a step closer while she was looking at Artanis, "Not another step! I mean it! I don't even know what this one DOES but I bet you don't want to be the one to help me find out!"

This is not a matter of authority. It is a matter of being aboard a spaceship.

[Artanis wasn't entirely sure why he was explaining himself to a stowaway...but hey. Maybe he could defuse the situation.]

Space is a harsh environment, in such a way that even the simplest of mistakes, or negligence, will invite death. As commander of this vessel, it is my duty -- my obligation to the people aboard to ensure that no harm comes to them or this ship while we are in space. That is why I sent six warriors in here.

[Even now, he has half a mind to send a message to Rohana. She could dispatch a few sentries to the cargo hold in order to further ensure security.]

New Muse Testing!

RANDOMIZE ME, CAP'N

I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING ARTANIS IS ABOUT TO EXPERIENCE

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