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This looks like the best anniversary yet!

Thanks in advance for the epic 7th anniversary (and all the awesome stuff that's coming with it)!

With that said...*nabs the MVAS and runs off* Mine!

Lets hope they don't make stealth sappers x_x

Judging from these posts, I'd say you three have too much time on your hands.

And judging from our constant convos in Skype, I'd say I'm probably right. :P

First time I saw anything CoH related was in a gaming magazine waaaay back in the start of '04 about a month or so before the game went live. I didn't really pay much attention to the article about the game as I was much more interested in all the pictures. In fact, I can clearly remember seeing a screencap of a character with the giant forearm-encasing Tech Gloves and thinking to myself "Those look awesome. I need to get this game and use those."

As time went by, I actually ended up setting my intrest in City of Heroes aside for a while, until seeing it on a shelf while out shopping. My thoughts of longing rekindled, I picked up the game, brought it home, and made my account. That was a week after CoH went live. I've kept my account up and running since then, and I've enjoyed every minute of it.

[[ So that's what I've got, so far. Still working on the next section. Feel free to leave any comments you might have. I'll be glad to see what people think.

Thanks for reading!

- El D ]]

Smoking. The sleeve was definitely smoking. He stared for a moment, bewildered, as the greenish, bubbling line of saliva continued slowly eating through his robe, giving off a thin trail of black smoke.

“So his spit is apparently acidic now. Well, that’s just wonderful.” The bitter, sarcastic tone that had been practiced for over ten thousand years caused the stone walls to shudder. Or perhaps it was just the collapse of another ancient tunnel.

Increasing his pace, the robed man reached the end of the hallway and entered a large, circular chamber. You know the sort, long pools of clear water on either side, roughly hewn stone columns in the center, derelict rope-and-wood bridges connection various different levels to one another as they arched up towards the ceiling. He reached the end of one of the pools and knelt down before carefully dipping the saliva-coated sleeve into the lazily flowing water. The smoke stopped instantly, and after a moment the water had washed all of the demonling’s slobber away.

He pulled his sleeve out from the pool and cautiously wrung it out, attempting to get it as dry as possible. These robes had to last, after all its not like they had an abundance of the things. This may come as somewhat of a surprise, but among all the magical items that have lasted age upon age within the walls of Oranbega, robes are not listed: Tomes, wands, staves, various other magical things like amulets and rings, but not robes. Those have to be made new, as cloth does not last long in the dank and damp, especially not for thousands upon thousands of years.

However, this posed a bit of an issue. What with all of the other items having the air of antique eldritchity, newly woven robes would look much out of place. So it was decided that not only would weavers be taken to keep robe production up, they would also need to age the robes just right so they have that ‘ancient wizardly empire’ feel. Mages who flung magic spells, bound demons to their beck and call, and wielded primeval weapons of phenomenal arcane power couldn’t just wear pristine, fresh robes. That would be just silly.

Normally, production levels for the newly aged robes would get along just fine, but with invasions by those damned Heroes, botched demon summonings, the occasional errant lightning-bolt here and there….lets just say the weavers have a rough go of it.

The robed man had just managed to stand back up when he heard it. It was a low, keening wail, reverberating from the hall he’d used to enter the chamber. He blinked a few times, wondering what he knew of that could make such an awful noise. Then his green eyes widened and he took a step back, turning as he did, heading for the next chamber.

He walked at a quick pace, nearly a run. He had to get away, to get out of there before it found him. He was just about to enter the next hall when he became suddenly aware of icy cold, bony fingers resting upon his shoulder. He could feel a dark, soul-chilling presence behind him. The thing spoke.

“Hello, Warny.”

Thin fingers trailed idly over wrinkled parchment, tracing faded runes and various ancient scripts. The leather binding the book, cracked and worn, creased slightly as he carefully flipped to the next page. Old things had a habit of collecting themselves within the arcane vault that is Oranbega, and while the book was certainly on in years, the man reading it had the tome quite outclassed. By exactly how many years, he was not certain: there were some things one needn’t focus on when immortal.

Age, apparently, is one of them.

A strange sound, almost like fleshy chittering, halted his reading. He half turned in his seat at the ramshackle table, wooden bench creaking, to cast smoldering green eyes upon the bulbous thing that was producing the auditory annoyance. There, in a dusty corner of the room, was something that could be best summed up as the spawn of an entire raw chicken and an adult tiger shark. Truly massive jaws, arrayed with hundreds of sharp wedge-like teeth, were set upon a cancerous, flabby body that was wobbly perched on a set of dirty, yellowed talons. The cavern-pretending-to-be-a-mouth opened, allowing a bloated tongue to slather against a small, dirty metal bowl before the horrid creature tilted back and again gave voice to the chittering noise.

The seated man, wearing as annoyed an expression as he could muster, was glaring coldly down at the ugly thing. “Surely you can’t be hungry again! You just ate!” he said, voice conveying his annoyance much easier than his face (which, hidden within the dark depths of his cowl, had enough trouble with conveying the fact that it was there at all, let alone that it possessed any emotions or feelings of any sort).

Tongue slathered across bowl once more, causing the metal to scrape lightly over the worn flagstones. The seated man got up with a huff of indignity and walked over to the creature, dull brown robes trailing behind him. As he bent down to retrieve the bowl, the gigantic maw opened again and before he could pull back, he felt the demonling’s tongue trace a sticky swath of saliva over the sleeve of his robe. Mouth portraying the grin most people would attribute to a certain apparitional feline, the disgusting thing gave what could charitably be called an affectionate gurgle. The robed man, green eyes still glaring, promptly turned on his heels and stalked off with bowl in slobber coated hand.

“Not all the magic in this blasted city could make me put up with that thing!” he muttered darkly before stalking out of the room. The robed man didn’t know how right he was.

Took a shot at re-designing Air-Walker.

Once a PC, now an NPC in a defunct AE Arc. But feel free to use him if you like. Powers are Invulnerability/Super Strength.

Later Tech!

So many great times from teaming/just hanging out with you, your brother and the rest of the gang on Guardian and Virtue for the past...what? 3 years? Or would it be 4 by now? x_x

In any case, I wish you and Hidden the best. Glad to have both of you as friends, wouldn't want it any other way.

- El D

I'll offer up my new main RP character, Mercury Marvel.

He's a Mutation Fire/Ice Blaster with the Flight travel power. The colors of his primary powers match the Flame and Arctic designs on his costume (for Fire and Ice, respectively).

I gotta echo Rebel. Feel free to use my characters should you have the need for them.

And yes, awesome stories are awesome.

Female Transformer

I modeled it on the old version of Arcee in an attempt to get the 'old cartoon' feel you wanted.

Also, no knowing what bits/pieces you had access to I stuck with just normal bits from the costume creator. And as for the face, I'd say that the most attractive robot/technological face for females is Metallic, which is the face I used.

Hope this helps!

- El D

Spirit of '76

*tosses his hat in the ring*

Here's my take on a 'non-Speedster' Electric Brute

I kept most of the normal color scheme, but the darker yellow (4th Yellow from the right) seemed to work better than the lighter one when it came to meshing with the other colors.

Also, I have a more 'Classic' Comic version as well (and the colors can also be inverted)

Hope this helps you in your Costume Quest!

- El D

You made switching Servers actually work as a full event in your characters back-ground instead of using the standard 'whoopsie, had a mistake Ouroboros/Portal Crop. and here I am, same as always!'.

Heck, you even explained how practically ALL of the key Game factors changed/didn't change due to the dimensional explosion dealie.

I like it!

I'm looking forward to the merger. Might make me stop being lazy and actually get back into RPs.

...What?...It could!

I'll toss my hat in the ring with a rendition of Marathon

Took a lot of inspiration from the previous costumes as far as the coloring and color patterns, but they seemed a little too bulky for a swift and speedy messenger guy, so I slimmed it down some for a sleeker look.

Hope this helps!

- El D

Ex_Libris..

Much appreciation for the work you've done for the CoH forums and the game, much luck in your future endeavors, and much thanks for all of the things you've done to help the CoH community.

And, once again, my personal thanks for saving the Shadow Manor RP thread. That was my first interaction with the Forum Reps of NCNC/Paragon Studios and you made it a great one.

Wishing you the best,

- El D

Unlockable Weapons as per ParagonWiki should tell you the how and where of getting the Ruularu sword. (Has a special Ruularu list after the table-chart thingy)

As for RP reasons for having it, well, that's up to you. Although (for consideration) I have a now unused character concept about a Hero who possessed a sword that was (eventually) tainted by Ruularu magics/dimensional-powers/whatever, causing the sword to gain sentience.

But, as the plot would have it, the character found the will to control the sword and there he was, Ruularu blade in-hand.

Hope this helps!

- El D

Hmmm....Lots of great characters in here. Tough competition, but I'll toss my hat in as well.

Name: Officer Shepherd

Concept: In-Game Bio. A Sonic/Devices Blaster (Yes, his bark is worse than his bite ). Uses PPD gadgets and his super-charged barks/howls to take down villains the normal cops can't & helps the Heroes of Paragon when needed.

Description: Just a bit over 6'. Well muscled, but flat, not defined. Brown eyes. Face is dog-like (Shep is not a permanently snarling werewolf). Hands are normal (Well, as normal as they can be with pads for palms and claws for fingernails >.&gt

Normal Costume & SWAT Costume

(( Yeah....

Read over the intro again and realized that is was not much to go on..At all...

*sigh* Looks like my first story will also be my last til I fix this wreck ))

I must echo the want for more of Charlie's saga again.

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And no, I didn't work on Merc's story >.>