I'll be there too, if I can manage to sneak out of the house 
((OK, here goes...))
Manifesto, Day 1883
It will begin here. I am certain. The causes are in place, as are the early effects. My most recent investigations of Crey Industries have yielded much evidence of their corrupt nature, of their conspiracy against The People, one of thousands active in this city. The added firepower I secured will be greatly needed soon, for the Change is close at hand, and there is still so much to uncover first.
I have received a personal communiqué. The "Militia". The "Ministry". The names themselves seem to betray their nature, a conspiracy that hides in plain sight. I have investigated constantly in the days since their message arrived, and their secrecy is protected from without.
Plainly the "Ministry" believes I am a licensed hero. It is best that they continue believing that; I had best refrain from changing my identity card for a short time. I have contemplated my options, and believe I have but one course.
The "Militia" acknowledges "serious problems in the city". The elements of the Change, or its causes? Perhaps it is closer than even I had thought. Given their stance, the "Militia" shall either instigate the Change, or seek to prevent it. Whichever is the case, I must observe closely, serve my duty to the truth, and that requires that I step behind their screen of secrecy, by accepting their offer. From within the conspiracy I shall be able to study their goals and methods, and understand the nature of their relationship to the Change. Understand, study, reveal.
The Change is inevitable. I am merely the Portent.
-- P
Knights Exemplar: Wolfram, Autumnfox, Starlit Spirit.
Militia: The Portent, Wavekite, Mr. Sandman.
The Cadre: WarpLocke, Zajin.
Numerous others.
Extracts from the Diary of Saffron Mackenzie, The Amber Banshee
Tuesday 30 May 2006
Ive just got back in and Im exhausted. What a night! I got to meet so many new people in the team, theyre really cool. We went to Kings Row and fought this HUGE robot monster. It took ages. And then there was this new guy that turned up, Jay-C. I think hes a wrestler, Im going to have to ask Mark about him. Turns out, hes an alien, but a good alien, not like the Rikti thankfully.
We took down another drug den, then ended up in the Hollows. Both Mom and Andrew would go ape if they knew Id been there. I got knocked out twice and had to go to hospital. The guys were really sweet about it, kept blaming themselves for me getting hurt, bless them. I think a few of them are from Kings Row themselves. Its not much to look at but the rents cheap. Ill look there after my birthday. Going to bed now, I ache. And my legs are throbbing for some reason
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
A parcel arrives at the address of each Militia member with the following note attached:
Hi all! Its me, Amber. I dont know who got these last night but Ive been told to send them out to you all. My friend Dr Alexander says that when I sing, I do so at the natural frequency of my target, creating a feedback loop that destabilises them on a molecular level. I dont know what that means but apparently, its not good for you guys either so hes made these earplugs thatll tune out my song but will still allow us to hear each other.
See you all next time! Byeeeeeeee!!!!
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
Dear Dad,
I miss home. Here in america, the only friends I have are from the Militia project. Quite frankly, they are one of very few people who I hold in high regards.
This city is falling apart. In the past few days, I have been following on leads, interogating crime lords in my search for the evil sword, the Soaring Dragon.
The experience has really opened my eyes to the lack of love in this world. Why is the common man always victimised, oppressed by the stronger? Why do those with power choose to abuse it? Why do they not help, the way they should?
Why must the murderer, who has taken a life be allowed to live?
Father, I have developed a new perspective on life. From this day onwards, I will live to challenge evil. I will judge the perpetrators, I will sentence the judged and with your sword, I will perform executions.
This city will see the last of evil. From the highest towers, I will watch, silent as a sentinel.
From today onwards, I am Dragonfly, the predator.
Personal Communication from Astraphobia
Dear Militia,
I thank you all for your compainonship as I first entered Paragorn City. Unfortunately, it is your very freindliness and warmth that it my undoing. As you may have supsected, my mutant abilities are mysterious and often unfathonable to even me. I have spent most of my adult years seeking solitude and meditation, and this has afforded me significant control over my own emotional state and thus my abilities. However, the huge array of people and emotions in Paragorn city is... overwhelming... to say the least.
Therefore, I cannot regularly meet with you, at least for now. With time, and the huge experience that Paragorns emotional energies imbue me, I may. For now, I must flit from one life to another, so as not to become to unstabilised by either antipathy or sympathy to one individual. I hope to see you all from time to time and benefit from your wisdom.
I wish you all well. And remember, there is nothing to fear.. but fear itself!.
MINISTRY CODED CONVERSATION WITH AGENT: FORCE COMMANDER
[In a hightop apartment, the man known only as Force Commander is in conversation with a old radio set, speaking in an electronic voice]
MINISTRY: Force Commander, you have come highly recommended by the EMA (European Mutagen Affairs) intelligence agency.
FC: [His voice a neutral blend of many european accents, although it has a certain Oxford academic twang]. Thanyou. I must remark that despite my previous agencies secretiveness, it is outdone by your own. It is somewhat disconcerting to only communicate by synthesised voice.
M: You should understand that even this level of communication is somewhat irregular by our standards.
FC: Understood, but disconcerting nevertheless. It is my job to investigate, and... penetrate any deceptions.
M: At the moment, we are involved in the group of super powered beings, called the "MILITIA". It is our intention that they become a powerful force for stability and justice. However... certain.. elements are unstable within the Militia. In fact, one members psychic ability has proven so unstable he has had to be temporarily withdrawn. This mutant, Astraphobia, should be replaced with a more... stable... superhero.
FC: I see. I can understand why you called me in.
M: Undoubtably. You have, I understand, a mutant ability to sense superpowered energies. This, combined with your outstanding scientific background in biogentics, is why the EMA intelligence agency recruited you.
FC: Correct. I have been involved in many investigations into illegal human experimentation and mutagenics. I have worked alongside special forces, and agents of unrivalled calibre. Sometimes advisory, sometimes in the field...
M: And now, I understand, you have become.. different...
FC: [Long pause]. I am sure you are already aware. On my last mission, the special forces team and myself were all exposed to a mutagenic radiation developed by a satellite company in switzerland. I had to use the experimental MIX [Mutagen Innoculation 10] compound. Whilst all others in my team died. I survived. It seems my limited mutant ability to sense and even at some level absorb energies, was boosted by the combination of MIX and the agent to which I was exposed.
M: It would seem suitable then, that you join the Militia, with your abilities.
FC: It would seem logical. I do yet not know the full extent of HOW I was... changed... but It is likely that I could end up a stabilising element.
M: Good. It is settled. And one more thing...
FC: Yes?
M: It has not passed our notice that whilst you may be seeking to understand the full nature of HOW you have been changed, you are also most... keen... to know... by WHO...
FC:....
M: We understand you are deeply opposed to manipulation of humankind in any form. We also understand that there have been several unauthorised burglaries of Crey Enteprises since you arrive. Whilst we do not presume to link your presence here, be mindful... tread carefully...
FC: ...[through gritted teeth].. understood...
M: And also note, that whilst you, to a degree, may be the watcher over the militia... [ominous tone] the watcher is also... watched....
[END TRANSMISSION]
FROM WYVERN HEADQUARTERS:
To the ministry
I am Wing Raptor Agent McCoy,writing on behalf of Wyvern. I understand that you you have requested information concerningthe agent we sent you's medical records as well as a pysche assessment. You need to know that most of this information is new even to us as the agent in question as spend his life trying to hide his mutation from the world and himself. We will also leave a record of known weapontry he has. This is the report of his mutant powers.
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Mutant Abilites:
The subject has many secondary mutations based around his "main" geneic influences. He appears to have a completely rearrange cellular structure of more effiecent cells... particularly in the brain and nervous system. This is what gives the illusion of many secondary mutations but we will try to explain the best we can:
Motor and cognitive Skills; This is classed as his "main" mutation. His brain having more efficent cells has given the subject superior dexterity, overall co-ordination,reflexes, IQ, agility, balance and speed. Althought he can not run at superhuman speeds the subject can move his body and limbs faster than normal, his balance is such that it is hard to knock or trip the subject. He has even known to be able to fire off arrows with deadly accuracy while performing acrobatic manuevers. He also possess enhanced senses of touch, taste,smell and hearing. His vivson is classed as super human. The subject can see with binocular vision and even in the dark. He appears to have a more basic form of photographic reflexes, if he watches some one for too long he can copy and "train" his reflexes to avoid that attack more easily as well as attempt to reproduce it. This would explain his ability to learn new skills rather quickly, he picked up archery rather quickly by watching his instructor shoot at a range. The subject also has a unique form of vision , that we call trigometric vision. He has an uncanny ability to calculate the angle between objects and a super human sense of spatial awearness. He can effectively "see around corners " using this ability. When combined with his archery skills he can bounce arrows of certain angles of a given room to hit his target.
Strenght and resistance to damage; Having more neral stimulation and improved mucsle and bone cells has given him peak human upper body strenght, while as a side effect of his agility, he possess enhanced leg strenght, allowing him to jump atleast 3 times his own body hieght. He body is also more fortifide than normal humans, althought he is no where near invulnerable. He simply is more resistance to damage. He does however possess a great tolerance for pain, he has been shot and would continue to act if he hasn't. His composition makes him resistance to diease and even stranger, a resistance to quasi and ultra sonic vibrations. He appears to not have the same weakness of other organic beings, where a frequency of 7hz causes extreme discomfort and damage to the internal organs. He apparently resounsates at 6.3 hz or lower. As for the resistance to diease, its simple. Human virus were designed for our cellular structure, the subjects is different so viruses have trouble attaching to his cells.
However notice how most of these mutations are classed as enhanced or peak human. this is how he was able to go undetected as a mutant, many of his abilities are not superfical and others are merely "improved" human aspects. As such he is not classed as "super" human but as a enhanced human.
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks home.
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Lying on the floor with his arms wrapped around one of the tables legs, his legs on the couch and a torn carpet on top of him, Derek slowly began waking from his sleep. He let go off the table, let his feet drop down to the floor and threw the rug into a corner.
Holy hell He muttered to himself. I think my head is about to explode. What the hell did I do last night.
He slowly got up from the floor and slumped down on the couch and grabbing a beer from the small refrigerator standing next to it, cracked open the bottle and took a long, sweet, cold gulp.
Damn my wrists and legs are killing me
My whole body is for that matter. But thats probably due to all the fighting last night. I should have slowed down once in a while but I couldnt let the others see that. Theyre all super and [censored], Im just
Holy [censored]! What did that armored, robot-guy say again? A mutant
[censored], crazy talk, but it didnt sound so bad at the casino last night. What the
? I was at the casino
Yeah thats right and he bought loads of that wine
.. champagne yeah that was it. And lord knows how much money I spent... No more food for me this week.
As he was thinking out loud to himself he took another sip of the beer, put the bottle on the table and got up to check the kitchen for anything left to eat.
I really drank too much last night
What was he really talking about that guy. Force Commander was it
Something about mutagenic reactions and forcefields and hell knows what. But he really thinks Im a mutant. Course he mentioned it during the mission as well and it creeped that chick out, Sabrina I think it was or dragonfly or whatever. What was she wearing anyway
some kind of fetish thing Im sure, not that it was unpleasant to watch though and she handles that sword of hers really good
She called me a freak when Force Commander said I was a mutant
But maybe I am. A freak. He told me I should have given some thought on where my claws came from but what the hell. I was busy fighting and never thought about it so what
A mutant. Heh
still crazy talk.
Derek had just begun to cook some pasta in his rather tiny kitchen. Empty boxes previously containing all sorts of canned and dry food littered the floor and the workspaces. He let one claw out and listened to the distinct but familiar sound and began stirring the boiling pasta with it.
What if I am a mutant
Is that so bad? He said that thing about me being tough as well. I can take a punch, yeah
I always figured it was because I was a rough [censored] but now Im not so sure
. I mean Im tough, sure but because of a mutation? I didnt think this [censored] happened to normal people. I mean sure the Trolls getting doped up on that Dyne [censored] and getting all freaked out and twisted and weird but me? I havent done anything
sure I smoked a few, but a mutant from beer and "J". Nah hells no
. Crazy talk. Again
The pasta was done and he retracted the claw and took out a strainer to drain the water from it. He took out a semi-clean bowl from a cupboard and a fork from a drawer and sat down in the couch again, eating pasta and gulping down more beer.
I better speak with him again
With a clear mind. Not drunk on all that
what did he say? Dionysos-something-whatever
I gotta look that up somewhere, what it means. Damn I wonder if he bought me all that wine too make me swallow the whole mutant [censored] easier
Hell Im going nuts over this [censored]. I gotta go find him
Next meeting not until Monday or was it Tuesday
Maybe some of these Militia dudes know anything about where to find him
I guess Ill go hang around that statue a while today.
He finished his bear and left the bottle on the table along with the bowl of half-eaten pasta and went out to walk to Atlas Park.
Dear Diary,
They question my morals, but I stand firm with my judgement. To live and let live, is to die and let die.
Diamondskin. We started off on the wrong foot, although he still frowns on my methods. True, my anger often gets the better of me and I do tend to charge blade first into the fray. But I can take care of myself. I think he still needs to adjust a little. Most of the members of the project really arent acustomed to the ways of the warrioress.
Diamondskin's specialty is evident in the name. He has an incredibly high resistance to lethal damage, and wields a war mace made of an ancient iron I cannot pin point.
Meriam, daughter of the magnificent Masked Angel, and inheritor of the mask. She's like three years younger than me and already her skills in the arts surpass mine.
I think I really really hurt her feelings earlier today, but I was only being frank. Anyway, I'll make it all up to her this weekend. We're gonna meet up and hang out at her house. I'm really excited. I hope I get to meet her mum.
If I remember correctly, there was someone called the Portent, but we're yet to make eye contact. I mean, I dont want to appear closed and secretive.
Some idiot called Tatters kept spraying guey stuff on me. Although I lay down my sword, he is good in a fight. I should sit down and get to know him sometime.
There was this alien elf, Leygran, who wouldn't stop doctoring me. When we were in Eastgate, he actually decided to concentrate his medicinal aura on us females, I swear if he doesn't learn to see me as an equal I'll have to cut him.
Force Commander, part of some kinda military. Heck, I'm only aware of the army, navy and the such, but he claims to be part of something rather.. different. Like whatever. He's a freak anyway. Too many contageous mutants!
Having said that, I respect him a lot, he's an expert in his field.. I must ask him to explain his ability.. I just can't grasp how one can control kinetic energy.
Sadly however, I think he's on to me. I mean, all I did was borrow two or three gems.
As far as I know, Extrisity is a wizzkid who's stolen a design from some profit-mad bio-engineering company called Crey Industry. Good on him. A true Robin Hood.
He's built a powered suit from the confiscated blueprints, which blasts electricity! Amazing if you ask me. I'd hate to have to spa with this one.
Also, today, I met Derek for the first time. I like him, he has six blades instead of one.. although he's in denial of being a mutant. The fact that the six sharp bones grow from under his skin is enough to gross me out. I'll be spending less time with him, I'll be damned to suddenly grow katanas.
There was this new guy, Triston Moyle.. I have no idea what or who he is.. I guess I better find out. Although, I think he's like thousands of years old..
Hawkshaw is so puny, he's as helpless as a civilian.. I like his shields though. He gave me a shield once and I felt untouchable! If I had a permanent one of those, I could be a god.
Brother Tchall.. I have like, no idea who or what he is.. though he's from some outer dimension so the Militia's got an eye on him.
Finally, my darling Blitz. He really liked my new armour.. I wonder if he noticed it's made from the same iron as my blade.. Hmm, I doubt it. He was with the other guys at the time, and they seemed more interested in my clevage. Men.
Oh! The way he draws his bow, focused and disciplined. Deadly accurate with the arrows and like me, he is well trained. I had this dream the other night, I'm gonna tell Meriam all about it.
On a whole, it is a fantastic squad, and I am proud to be a member. As a team, we are unstoppable, untouchable, a force to reckon with. Our sheer power alone can overcome all of evil. And when we fall, there is always people like Brother Tchall and the alian elf to doctor us.
Speaking of which, I am yet to meet this Devlin Saint fella.
Letter from Meriam Keser to her best friend Natalya Markova
Dear Natalya,
I'm sorry I haven't been in touch for a while, but in between joining the Militia, exams, football, skating practice, and the endless training sessions with Mum, there just hasn't been much time for anything else.
Although I really love being a part of the Militia, last night was not a good one for me.
I suppose it is largely my own fault. As you have so often told me, I am perhaps too open at times, and too eager to form bonds, and I now see that you are right in your warning that this only exposes me to getting hurt.
Yesterday, as the teams were divided, I started by being split from Ex - the boy I told you about, remember? When we rejoined with the others, he rushed off, and we hardly said two words to each other the whole evening. He did smile and say goodbye to me though.
Blitz was on my team, but he hardly seemed to notice me - quite understandably perhaps, given the way my first and foremost contribution to the team seemed to be getting myself lost and hospitalised all the time, and given Sabrina's new costume. She's the one called Dragonfly, remember?
Sabrina made me cry yesterday. I know - I sound like a baby and I'm really ashamed of it, but at least I was on my way from the hospital, and there was nobody around to watch. I was really worried about her. She seemed - changed somehow. She had this new, very skimpy costume on and had all the guys popping their eyes out, and at the same time, she seemed very touchy about the guys respecting her as a warrior and was constantly launching herself into danger as if to prove her bravery and skill, which none of us doubted in the first place. I tried to show her my concern, and that was when she told me that I was wrong in assuming that she was my friend. That really hurt. We did make up later, and I think I'll be seeing her this weekend; I really want to - I don't understand this strange feeling I have around her. I was glad she hugged me when we said goodbye.
I think the lesson to be learnt from all the mistakes I made yesterday is to try to feel more secure about myself, and to act more like a professional, and without all these personal relations and motivations clouding my perception.
On the plus-side, mr. Tatters was on my team, and although he doesn't say much that seems to make any sense, he is really funny, and I still feel we share a special bond, both coming from the Row. At least he had managed to get the vomit off his new sneakers - i think he is very proud of those. He is the kind of guy you feel very comfortable having next to you in a fight, and I actualy quite like his humming. I also got to know Diamondskin a little better. He is a natural leader and fearless in his actions to benefit the team. He probably still thinks of me as something of a useless kid though, not that I would blame him after last night.
Also, there were a bunch of new guys on the team. There was this guy called Derek, a real tough one, who apparently grew up in the Hollows and has learnt to fight to survive just like us from the Row. Then there was Force Commander, also a very skilled and disciplined leader, who very kindly helped me when I got lost in the Hollows for the 17th time, just as I was feeling terribly frustrated with myself and embarassed. Then, there was a new guy called Portent - very quiet - I hope I get to know him better (or perhaps not, given my conclusion to better stop getting too personally involved with the team).
Would you believe that there was also a real Elf on the team - a guy called Leygran. He seemed very protective of Dragonfly and me, much to the annoyance of Sabrina, who doesn't seem to take kindly to any kind of male attention based on the notion of protection of the "weaker" sex.
Then, there was a mysterious guy called Triston Moyle - I didn't speak with him much, but I think he is really old, although he certainly doesn't look it. I also said hello to a new, huge guy partly made of stone and called Manolith, but he, mr. Saint, Brother Tchall and Hawkshaw were not on my team, so I don't have any more to tell you about them. My new friend (well, we'll just have to see if that is a mistake on my part too) Amber couldn't come.
Oh, forgive me Talya, what a fine friend I am being here, blabbering on about myself and my stupid problems and not bothering to ask how you are feeling. I really hope that your mum is okay, and that you will manage to put also this latest scheme from your father to a stop. Do you have any idea when he will let you come back to Paragon?
I miss you terribly and hope to see you soon and trust that you have been busy keeping up with your training.
Love Meriam
[From penthouse suite of Skyway Canyon Casino Royale]
Personal Log of Force Commander:
Time to put down a record of proceedings so far. It seems the modified NBC suit developed in my previous work is doing a sterling job protecting me from excessive bio-energy generated by the rest of the Militia. I hope someday to gain enough control over my... alteration that I can stand to be in their company without my special... sensory capabilities... becoming overloaded.
Anyway, the Militia seems a rather disparate group of individuals. Some of them could even be... unstable... and I wonder if my predecessor, Astraphobia was not infact a more suitable choice to maintain stability in the group. Nevertheless, where he could manipulate emotional states, I can manipulate physical ones.
Yesterday, we were lead by a Mr. "Diamondskin", a rough texan fellow whose cognitive and imaginative abilities I should probably question, but whose primitive style of dynamic leadership nevertheless brought together the more rougue elements of team dynamics. Hmmm.. although I bear no particular love for the military I used to work with, I did find myself harkening for their crisp efficiency at time. Nevertheless, Mr. "Diamonskin" proved somewhat more charasmatic than my previous companions. To be frank, I liked him and enjoyed his company. His remarkably sturdy build (and molecular cohesiveness) is mirrored by his personality. Perhaps there is a non-Cartesian link between personality and mutant expression?... I may consider a paper on it...
Dragonfly is a martial artist of exceptional skill and speed. I have known such ostensibly "normal" human beings to develop such insight that they can utilize bio-energetics to perform "superhuman" feats and I sense Dragonfly may be such a remarkable person. A subtle "tweaking" of mine may of course help the process. It is her motives that remain remarkably mysterious, and perhaps dangerous. She of all the group appeared most likely to become villanous. I shall maintain vigilance of course.
There was a "Ley" creature - extraterrestrial - so possessing an energy signature well outside my experience. Whilst benign, his clumsy efforts at what might be termed "seduction" prompted some ammusement on my part and anger on Dragonfly's. Unhealthy I suppose. This "Ley" signature was able to replenish body and mind most wonderfully.
Blitz Arrow clearly is a mutant, but hides it well. I, for one, respect his wish to maintain this facade and shall not reveal it. Remarkable fellow. He certainly makes his "mark" when fighting. His bio-fields have an almost artistic, perfect symmetry to them - thats the closest I can get to describing my asbtract senses, anyway.
Finally, poor Mr. "Derek". A delightful fellow, of course, but he was actually unaware he was a mutant despite a superdense atomic structure and a skeletal system writhing with plasto-kinetic energy. Seemes rather upset at my "revelation". Took him out to the Casino after our recce. I hope to introduce him to the delights of West bank Merlot that I pray will suplant his love of that lowly alchoholic beverage "beer".
Personal Note: I begin to wonder whether My on alcohol consumption is getting out of hand... It seems to "block" my peculiar sensitivies... but what can I do? to constantly sense the ebb and flow of all energies around me... It is driving me mad! God help me I need some releif. The wine and women of last night helped, but I now I feel the flow and ebb again... invading my sensorium unbidden yet unstoppable.
Message off
June 3rd
The Hollows. 510 Cherry Hill Road. Apartment 5b.
Dereks Home.
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Waking up today wasnt as bad as waking up yesterday. It was much worse. He opened his eyes, slowly and got hit in the eye by a sunbeam slipping through his window blinds.
Ouch! Owww my head
He thought when he shifted his head to the side to avoid the sharp sunlight. Force Commander is not a healthy man to hang out with He stated and slowly looked around the room.
He groaned. Holy [censored]! What the hell is that smell? Oh
Ugh
Now I remember
My threads I wore to the sewers last night
Why didnt I just chuck them away
I dont even want to touch them now but the stench is killing me. And my head
That's really killing me. Damn him and his wine and the finer points in life. He heard Force Commanders voice when he thought that last sentence
The booze did one hell of a job though, easing the thoughts of this mutant business
But I gotta get rid of those rotten clothes
He got up from his bed that he actually managed to get to when coming home this morning and walked over to the disgusting pile of clothes that was littered in a corner. He shot out his claws and picked up the clothes with them, carried them to the window and threw them out. The smell got him feeling nauseous and he ran out too the bathroom and threw up.
Ah hell
I feel like [censored]
Im gonna take a shower
He got up from the bathroom floor, flushed the toilet and went back to his bed to look in his drawers for some fresh clothes. He found some really old clothes that he hadnt worn for a few years. What the hell
. At least theyre clean
But Im buying new ones after Ive showered. He checked his wallet to see if he had any cash. Ive got enough I hope
.
He got dressed, went outside and headed towards the Paragon Public Baths.
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((OOC))
First Id like to say that I hope you guys like my writing. Im not born with English as language(Im from Sweden) so some parts might be grammatically incorrect and I do feel my vocabulary is not enough sometimes.
For example in this text above in the last sentence
Is Public Baths a proper word/concept/whatever?? I was just improvising
. I am talking about a big building containing a few swimming pools, locker rooms, maybe a sauna and a hot-tub. People come there, pay and swim around in silly looking underwear. Public baths
I dunno
just a little foot note on the shortcomings of the writers linguistic skills.
Regards.
((america doesn't not have public baths to my knowledge, I am north american. We have co -ed bathrooms and the such or community bathrooms for some apartments (like in spider man 2, in peters aparment)As for pubic baths, the closes we have are swimming pools, and those are just for swimming really, but great story non the less dude keep p the good work))
((OOC))
Ok.. then... I guess he's taking a shower somewhere else then. Maybe at the Militia Base if that is up and running. He didn't take a shower at his house bacause the Hollows hasn't got the best apartment maintanance. only a technicality though...
I'm glad you like it... I'll keep posting whenever I do something rp:y in game.
Regards
((Always a great read this thread))
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Diamondskin's specialty is evident in the name. He has an incredibly high resistance to lethal damage, and wields a war mace made of an ancient iron I cannot pin point.
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((Actually, it's a Lousiville slugger baseball bat. The in-game graphics doesn't do it justice, I'm afraid.))
Excellent rp posts here, I'll try to get involved more myself. But even if don't there's no shortage of great material 
Vlostsok, your English is a lot better than a lot of English people's. It's also about a million times better than my Swedish. Well done!
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From: rooster54@invalid.gmail.com (Richard Coster)
To: kcoster@invalid.mail.iquest.net (Kathryn)
Subject: Hey sis
Sorry I'm late with the e-mails. I _know_ I said I'd e-mail
you on Thursday, but I've been in a really foul mood the
last couple of days and I didn't want to trigger the spam
filter with swearing, you know?
Things really went sour on the patrol last Thursday. For
some reason they stuck me with the team-leader job and I
blew it, big-time. People were running about out of control,
I didn't know where half the team were at any time and we
were getting beat up left, right and center (don't you dare
mention that to mom. You know how she gets.) Not that I
didn't get good _help_ in messing it all up. First they gave
me a team where I hardly knew anyone -- Blitz came after a
while, and that girl with the mask was there (I really need
to learn her name), and then they threw Dragonfly in ontop
of it all.
I don't know what her problem is, but it's major. Sometimes
she seems almost normal, then -- pow -- out comes her sword
and she's this bat-crazy ninja-chick straight out of Samurai
Chaploo, you know? I don't know if she's bipolar or
schizophrenic or just a real crazy [censored], but whatever she
doesn't know the first thing about team work. And I had to
keep everything together and keep the team safe and keep the
bad guys from messing with my mind and make sure nobody
flanks us and hope that the teleporters are still working
because that crazy sword-woman has just got us into more hot
waters than we can handle, and then I don't have time to
worry because I'm being charged by half a dozen monks with
knives and I have to try to keep them from getting around me
to where the rest of the team is, you know?
And of course, to top all _that_ off, I couldn't have made a
worse first impression as leader if I had tried. We were
hunting these jewel thieves, right? And we saw them run into
this caves so we gave chase, right? And I told everybody to
stay behind me for protection, right? And I run into the
cave after the thieves and I charge through this door and
bam! I wake up in the hospital, no idea what happened. I
didn't even _see_ anyone!
And I have to run through town back to where the fight is,
and I hear the team fighting over the radio and I'm running
as fast as I can, and I don't know what's happening, and
then I don't know where I am, and I have to stop and check
the map, and I can hear them shout and I think everybody is
still okay, but I don't know and I've got to get back ther
... It was _worse_ than that time we were leading 21 to 19
and I stumbled when I tried to tackle McDouglas and he
rounded me and scored the winning touchdown.
And you're not telling mom about this. Ever. Or you can
forget about me collecting autographs for you. (I got you
signed glossy of Miss Liberty. I know you've already got one
from her fan-club, but I made her make it out to you
personally.)
Oh, and you can't come visit me anytime soon, okay? I know I
promised, and I have gotten the apartment sorted out (well,
mostly. I've got a box of clothes I haven't unpacked yet.)
But it's in a really rough part of town and it wouldn't be
safe. Maybe when I get a new apartment or I can afford a
hotel room for you and I get some time off, but it's not
going to be soon.
Take care of everybody, and remember to do your homework,
okay?
--
Bro.
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Vlostsok, your English is a lot better than a lot of English people's...
...Well done!
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Wow... thank you Battleflag. *Happy*
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It's also about a million times better than my Swedish
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Hehe, lol
Where are you from?
To all Militia Members, especially the ones i had the pleasure to team with.
Dear fellowship,
after stranding in your dimension not far ago now i am only aware of an really tiny part of your planet and social interactions. Beside my host Chaos Mage i was mainly using my time to get use to your worlds natural aura to use my magic again what was almost dimnished to nothing when i was drawn through the portal into your world.
It was an very pleasant day when i first meet some of the Militia members who i was allowed to join in their task to fight evil. Although as i feared infront there would be a few missunderstandings most of the time i really enjoyed. Maybe especially because my kin is so used to their clan like community and i was acting mostly alone in the past 2 Months. Even my magical abilities seem to slowly advance step by step coming one day i hope back to their old condition, what could be connected to the simple use of them especially when one of those around me needed my healings. Most of the time i hope i was able to meet up with the dangers keeping my fellows well protected even with my weakened powers what was a bit of frustrating because i am not used to fail when dear persons are in need, therefore i vowed to struggle even harder now meditating and studying till my old powers are fully restored to bring them to good use for all of you.
Hmm, and maybe as an last remark as i learned afterwards one of the ladies in our fellowship called Dragonfly seemed to take some offense by what i said and did. So to avoid any further of it i want to say that under my people the male and female have no different status and are all attending the same tasks in the community only choosen by their talents and personal interests. I already learned that on earth men and women even when doing the same tasks are not threated as equal and especially the males are not all thinking that women should fight and do harder bodywork, instead taking care of the less dangerous and easier works in the house what is far from my own thinking. So the main cause of my concentrating heals where that she was fighting in the first row mostly and therefore also taking the most danger and also as i remember she was seperated from the main part of our group one or two times and attacked an appearing mob of foes alone therefore i rushed to her to stand by her side where i had the pleasure to wittness her extraordinary skills with the blade she wields against darkness.
So to apologize what should be done after the rules of my clan I shall now perform following 3 rituals at the next full moon. First will be the Ritual of Acceptance in which I invite and serve her an self made dinner what is performed 2 hours before the full moon appears. Afterwards the Ritual of Forgiveness in which I shall then use several natural esoteric oils to massage her complete body in an open glade under the moon when it stands in its highest position. And at the end the Ritual of Friendship in which we shall not stop gently lovemaking till the sun sets again. As soon all Rituals are correctly performed I shall then ask her if any pain is between the two of us which she then has to truthfully answer by no there is not or yes there still is. If there is not we may then start anew and if there still is I have to wait 2 full moons and afterwards perform the rituals again with her.
Ooh and maybe one last small thing, as I already said I am not in any kind connected with that Elves out of your human fairy tales. My kin call themselves Leys as you call yourself Humans.
Just hope Chaos Mage will bring this Letter to Militia Headquarter in time because he is so busy all day. And he commanded by punishment that I shall not send an Letter again by myself because last time I gave the delivery man 2,000 Dollar, what is not much paper in my opinion to carry an message all the way safe to his receiver after all you cant eat dollars and there also not so beautiful to watch at, but maybe I will find about this mystery later.
I am really looking forward to meet you all again.
Yours truly,
Leygran Windan
To Leygran Windan,
If you value your life, stay away.
Dragonfly the Vicious.
Dear Meriam,
I had a lovely time with your parents. Shame your father and I started off on the wrong foot. Thanks for inviting me over, I look forward to spending more time with you.
Love, Sabrina.
Oh and erm.. thanks for listening.. you know.. back at the cave. I.. I treasure your friendship.
Dear Sabrina,
I was delighted to receive your note - I had a great time together with you too and already look forward to our next combined Troll-bashing and shopping spree.
You shouldn't worry too much about my dad. Basically, he doesn't like any of my friends and would most likely prefer for me to spend my youth hidden behind a bhurka and locked up in my room without any contact to the surrounding world. Perhaps next time, I can lend you one of my more conservative dresses though, he has a really old-fashioned view on things like that - well he has that on most things really.
My mum really liked you - she senses the skill of a great warrior inside you and said to me afterwards how much comfort she feels to know that someone like you will be watching my back. My kid bro was furious when he heard you had been around while he was out - the poor thing honestly expects you to fall for him on the spot once he gets to meet you! I sense a broken heart may be forthcoming.
Don't worry about your secret. As promised, it is safe with me, and I certainly do not hold any blame against you for what you have told me. If anything, it has only caused my admiration for you to grow.
Oh, did you get a letter from Mr. Windan? I suspect you did, because the one I got had a lot about you in it (made me blush too). Knowing you as I think I might do now, I suspect you will react to it with anger, but please consider that it appears well-meant and based on cultural norms that we may not fully understand, before you decide to show him your own Ritual of slow and agonising death. In hindsight, it does render our Ritual of Friendship (Shopping in IP) kind of pale in comparison.
Hope to see you soon,
Love
Meriam
I'll be there!
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk