Residual (Chapter Sixteen)
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mindcrackloveI had no idea how I was going to do something in this chapter so I had to bullshit it (r7 may or may not find issue with that), hopefully it works. I have had a very rough week and I'm very tired, and I fear that it shows here. Oh well, it's kinda a bizarre chapter anyway. I do, however, look forward to the next several chapters. >:3
HERE IS CHAPTER SIXTEEN, IN WHICH: Zyr drops on Blame, we get to screw around with potions, and Vechs goes off on an adventure.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Map of the continent: http://tanadin.deviantart.com/art/Monstrous-Residual-map-526465833
Character status spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yvK6D0XzgjhMNjblFFQaAeJ7JkzdidaLJux1S8qsSUA/edit#gid=1227692709
Chapter Sixteen
Kingdom of Illian, Minecraftia. September 20, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
Blame roared in shock and pain, struggling to draw his sword, but it was pinned by one of Zyr’s feet. The Hostile yanked his stinger out of Blame’s leg and aimed another jab at his back, but Zisteau was faster. His sword lashed out and struck Zyr in the side- it barely cut into his exoskeleton, but it still made him hiss in pain and change targets. He lashed out at the pigman, tail jabbing and claws flashing.
Vechs, Pause, Paul, and Aureylian hesitated, helpless, as they watched Zisteau and Zyr battle as Blame struggled to his feet. Once up, the Skullblade drew his sword and set about attacking him as well. His leg clearly troubled him, though, as he couldn’t step forward with it easily. He suddenly switched his sword to his left hand and flipped his fighting style.
“Vechs!” Pause hissed. “The bow!”
Vechs didn’t realize what he meant for a moment, before recalling the bizarre properties his bow had gained when it had fallen into the water. “Oh! Right!” He grabbed it off of his back and readied an arrow, taking aim at Zyr, but hesitating. He didn’t want to hit Zisteau or Blame by mistake.
He was forced to shoot, however, when Zyr’s stinger lashed out at Zisteau’s remaining eye. The arrow caught the scorpid in shoulder. Vechs cursed and readied another shot- he had aimed for the neck.
Zyr had caught on, however, that maybe he couldn’t take them alone, being built for assassination and not for prolonged fighting. He was sporting a wound in the side, a slash on his left leg, and an arrow in his right shoulder. He growled, took a final swipe at Blame, then set off running.
Not an ounce of bravery in that one.
“Cowards, the lot of them!” Vechs growled, lowering the bow and watching Zyr go. Blame stepped to follow him but fell, barely catching himself on a tree.
Aureylian started towards him, slinging the green bag off of her shoulder. “Blame, we need to get that treated immediately. I’m pretty sure that guy was poisonous. There are some antivenom in here-“
“No.” Blame growled. “I’m not using anything she made.”
“Look. I know you have beef with Kaltaerion, but that doesn’t mean that anything that Skera makes is inherently evil. I mean, she kinda made Vechs, didn’t she? And is he inherently evil?” Aureylian demanded. Vechs waved a little and smiled to try and look innocent, but mostly just looked demented. “She gave them to Vechs, and I’m pretty sure she knows who he is- and she wouldn’t want to kill him if she gave him that warning about the Skullblades, would she? Blame, she’s not evil, and you might die if we don’t do something about that sting.”
“Knowing me, anything venomous I make is probably really deadly.” Vechs mumbled. “There’s no way Zyr isn’t dangerous. Although I hadn’t managed to figure out how to summon cave spiders yet in Kaizo Caverns, now that I think about it…did i?” He pondered that for a bit as Aureylian continued to argue with Blame.
“Look, I’m sure you would love to be a corpse, but if you’re going to get yourself killed, can you do it while we’re walking? No need to slow us down more than needed.” Pause finally interjected.
Blame sighed and eventually let Aureylian hand Paul one of the antivenoms and allowed himself to be treated. “I’m sick and tired of getting the shit beaten out of me.”
“You just can’t catch a break, it seems like.” Zisteau noted.
~~~
They headed southeast, angling so that they would pass the mountains, and the trip was mostly uneventful for about a day until Blame suddenly collapsed while walking.
His leg had been bothering him all day but he had snapped at anyone concerned to leave him alone, so that was immediately what Vechs checked on. He hesitantly removed the bandage that Paul had put into place the previous day and drew back with horror.
The antivenom had clearly helped delay the spread of the poison, but it wasn’t strong enough to stop it. The wound was tinged ugly shades of purple and green, with horrible streaks of green running up Blame’s leg, tracing the veins. They must have reached something vital and started the shutdown process, knocking Blame unconscious.
“That’s not healthy.” Aureylian whispered, stunned.
Paul looked particularly horrified. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Even cave spider venom doesn’t do this.”
“Zyr’s not a cave spider.” Pause reminded him.
“We need to get back to base. Doc might know what to do.” Zisteau said reasonably.
“How will we get him back?” Pause demanded. “Carrying him will slow us down and he can’t walk with that leg.”
“Even if he could, we would never make it back in time.” Aureylian protested. “It’s over a week away.”
“We’d need a dragon.” Vechs mumbled.
“The entrance to the Dragonlands is too far away as well. And you couldn’t convince-“
“Someone could go on ahead. One person can move faster than six.” Vechs continued, ignoring Zisteau. “If I could activate my monstrous form, I’d be back at the mountain in two, three days.”
“But you can’t.” Zisteau reminded him.
“Which is inconvenient.” Aureylian added.
“I can get there in four or five days.” Pause put in. “But it would take another couple of days for a dragon to get here, and another two back. Unless the dragon brought Doc here?”
“He won’t last a week.” Paul muttered, taking out another vial of antivenom to use. “We can slow the venom, but he definitely won’t last a week. This antivenom is barely a speedbump to it.”
“Well, then, what DO we do?” Vechs demanded.
Aureylian looked through the potions, sighing. “There’s nothing helpful here against this poison or to get someone back quickly. I wish she’d included a speed potion! Regeneration, fire resistance, and health won’t do anything against what he has going on there…Although there is this.” She held up the bizarre dark red potion that Skera had included for Vechs, the one whose effects she claimed to not know.
“We don’t know what it does. This might not be a good time for it.” Vechs protested. “I don’t want to waste it.”
“She said a few drops would work! That couldn’t hurt, could it?”
“Yes it could! Aureylian, potions are volatile and dangerous things and if used incorrectly can very easily kill you.”
“What choice do we have?!” Aureylian demanded.
Vechs started to argue, but he felt a sudden heat coming from one of the larger pockets of his toolbelt. He opened it to find the flames within Draemae’s core glowing very brightly. He tried to pick up the orb but almost burned himself on its hot surface.
Vechs did, however, feel a stirring in his mind when he touched the orb.
He exchanged glances with the others, who were frowning.
“What’s that about?” Zisteau finally asked.
“I don’t know.” Vechs admitted, briefly brushing it with his gloved fingers again. “It’s hot and it’s doing something.”
“Something?” Aureylian asked. “What do you mean?”
“I…don’t know.” Vechs touched it again, feeling the stirring again.
A connection.
“Draemae!” he suddenly said, realization hitting him. “Draemae’s trying to help us out! The corruption must have been purged from this thing when we defeated him.” Vechs frowned. “I think he can only do it once, though. Or once every…uh, let’s go with really infrequently.” Now that he had realized what the orb was doing, he could glean information whenever he briefly touched it.
“Do what?” Pause demanded. “You’re not making sense!”
“Communicate! Aurey, you’re right, assuming that Draemae knows what he’s talking about. Give me that potion.”
“Hey hey hey woah woah woah!” Paul stood and stopped Vechs by grabbing his arm. “How do you know you can trust Draemae? He tried to kill us.”
“When he was corrupted and listened to Specterveil.” Vechs reminded him. “Trust me. It’s just a feeling I have.”
“Why do we keep trusting you and your feelings?” Zisteau muttered as Paul allowed the mapmaker to take the potion from Aureylian.
“Because I’m usually right.”
“Usually.” Zisteau stressed, making a vague motion at the right side of his body.
“Hey! I wasn’t a worldbuilder yet!” Vechs protested. “I made a mistake.”
“You’re not a worldbuilder now.”
“Shut up and let me try this!” Vechs rolled his eyes.
Draemae’s heart had ceased glowing brightly and had cooled off, allowing Vechs to close the pocket and flip open the glass lid to the potion, which was unlike the others, which had corks.
He hesitated, earning a “Hurry up already!” from Pause, before pouring a few drops into his mouth. They stung where they struck, but he felt a powerful warm sensation begin to immediately spread through his entire body from those points. He quickly shut the potion lid and slipped it into his toolbelt before it overcame him completely. The temperature of the feeling suddenly skyrocketed until flames literally enveloped his body.
His friends cried out in fear but relaxed when the flames faded.
Vechs stretched his wings and flexed his claws. He noted that all of his things had, once again, scaled to fit him in this form. He pondered why for a moment before figuring that it was just the residual energy of the Vortex doing him a favor, a bit like how his clothes vanished and returned when he switched forms- a convenience factor more than anything else.
“She knew.” he mumbled. “Skera knew.” He glanced at his toolbelt. “And Draemae knew she knew.”
“How long do you suppose it lasts?” Aureylian asked, taking the opportunity to get a better look at Vechs’s monstrous form. She could only recall seeing it twice, and both times were in the heat of battle. She ran her hand over the red scales on his arm, entranced by them.
“I don’t know.” Vechs blinked his eyes a few times to get used to the difference between the monstrous and human vision- all the darker areas were now almost as bright as the sunlit areas between the trees, albeit slightly less colorful.
“Shouldn’t you be going somewhere?” Zisteau asked him.
“Oh! Right!” Vechs took a step back from them, looking for a suitable tree to start his flight from. “You guys find somewhere to camp nearby and I’ll get back as quickly as I can, okay?”
“You better take the map.” Paul handed it to him, pointing out where they were. “You need to head a little more south before going straight east. You’ll need to angle more south as you go, but-“
“I’ll just go east and worry about south later. The mountains will help me get up high to glide.”
Paul nodded. “Good thinking. Get going, Vechs. This stuff’s spreading through Blame fast, and I doubt his physical activity since getting stung has helped him any. It’s likely accelerated how quickly it’s going through him.”
“See if you can get Aoxdorren to fly out here.” Zisteau advised. “She’s the fastest and I think the only one big enough to carry us all.”
Vechs nodded. “You guys be safe, okay?” His eyes lingered on Aureylian. “Don’t get yourself killed while I’m gone, okay?”
“Your faith in me is astounding, sir.”
“You’re the one that trips over her own feet, ma’am.”
“Well, you-“
“Just GO!” Pause waved his arms at the monster.
“Right! Sorry!” Vechs scurried up the closest tree, annoyed with the fact that it was maybe a few meters tall at best.
“Remember how you ghost through the tops of the trees!” Paul advised. “Remember when we were in the woods! You can’t glide far at this height until you reach the mountains. Good luck, Vechs!”
“You too! Be safe.” Vechs took a final look at his friends before leaping from the tree, gliding a short distance before landing in another tree. He set off, bounding and gliding from tree to tree, heading east towards the nearby mountains bordering Ashwatch. He would likely pass just south of the place, something he was grateful for. He would rather not go back there if possible.
He really, really hoped that his friends would be okay while he was gone.
He also hoped that he wouldn’t run into any Hostiles along the way. If he couldn’t shoot them with his bow- which would be impossible in this form- he couldn’t hurt them.
He especially hoped that he wouldn’t be too late.
HERE IS CHAPTER SIXTEEN, IN WHICH: Zyr drops on Blame, we get to screw around with potions, and Vechs goes off on an adventure.
Chapter list: http://tanadin.dreamwidth.org/382.html
Map of the continent: http://tanadin.deviantart.com/art/Monstrous-Residual-map-526465833
Character status spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1yvK6D0XzgjhMNjblFFQaAeJ7JkzdidaLJux1S8qsSUA/edit#gid=1227692709
Chapter Sixteen
Kingdom of Illian, Minecraftia. September 20, year 373. Time instance 483Z.
Blame roared in shock and pain, struggling to draw his sword, but it was pinned by one of Zyr’s feet. The Hostile yanked his stinger out of Blame’s leg and aimed another jab at his back, but Zisteau was faster. His sword lashed out and struck Zyr in the side- it barely cut into his exoskeleton, but it still made him hiss in pain and change targets. He lashed out at the pigman, tail jabbing and claws flashing.
Vechs, Pause, Paul, and Aureylian hesitated, helpless, as they watched Zisteau and Zyr battle as Blame struggled to his feet. Once up, the Skullblade drew his sword and set about attacking him as well. His leg clearly troubled him, though, as he couldn’t step forward with it easily. He suddenly switched his sword to his left hand and flipped his fighting style.
“Vechs!” Pause hissed. “The bow!”
Vechs didn’t realize what he meant for a moment, before recalling the bizarre properties his bow had gained when it had fallen into the water. “Oh! Right!” He grabbed it off of his back and readied an arrow, taking aim at Zyr, but hesitating. He didn’t want to hit Zisteau or Blame by mistake.
He was forced to shoot, however, when Zyr’s stinger lashed out at Zisteau’s remaining eye. The arrow caught the scorpid in shoulder. Vechs cursed and readied another shot- he had aimed for the neck.
Zyr had caught on, however, that maybe he couldn’t take them alone, being built for assassination and not for prolonged fighting. He was sporting a wound in the side, a slash on his left leg, and an arrow in his right shoulder. He growled, took a final swipe at Blame, then set off running.
Not an ounce of bravery in that one.
“Cowards, the lot of them!” Vechs growled, lowering the bow and watching Zyr go. Blame stepped to follow him but fell, barely catching himself on a tree.
Aureylian started towards him, slinging the green bag off of her shoulder. “Blame, we need to get that treated immediately. I’m pretty sure that guy was poisonous. There are some antivenom in here-“
“No.” Blame growled. “I’m not using anything she made.”
“Look. I know you have beef with Kaltaerion, but that doesn’t mean that anything that Skera makes is inherently evil. I mean, she kinda made Vechs, didn’t she? And is he inherently evil?” Aureylian demanded. Vechs waved a little and smiled to try and look innocent, but mostly just looked demented. “She gave them to Vechs, and I’m pretty sure she knows who he is- and she wouldn’t want to kill him if she gave him that warning about the Skullblades, would she? Blame, she’s not evil, and you might die if we don’t do something about that sting.”
“Knowing me, anything venomous I make is probably really deadly.” Vechs mumbled. “There’s no way Zyr isn’t dangerous. Although I hadn’t managed to figure out how to summon cave spiders yet in Kaizo Caverns, now that I think about it…did i?” He pondered that for a bit as Aureylian continued to argue with Blame.
“Look, I’m sure you would love to be a corpse, but if you’re going to get yourself killed, can you do it while we’re walking? No need to slow us down more than needed.” Pause finally interjected.
Blame sighed and eventually let Aureylian hand Paul one of the antivenoms and allowed himself to be treated. “I’m sick and tired of getting the shit beaten out of me.”
“You just can’t catch a break, it seems like.” Zisteau noted.
~~~
They headed southeast, angling so that they would pass the mountains, and the trip was mostly uneventful for about a day until Blame suddenly collapsed while walking.
His leg had been bothering him all day but he had snapped at anyone concerned to leave him alone, so that was immediately what Vechs checked on. He hesitantly removed the bandage that Paul had put into place the previous day and drew back with horror.
The antivenom had clearly helped delay the spread of the poison, but it wasn’t strong enough to stop it. The wound was tinged ugly shades of purple and green, with horrible streaks of green running up Blame’s leg, tracing the veins. They must have reached something vital and started the shutdown process, knocking Blame unconscious.
“That’s not healthy.” Aureylian whispered, stunned.
Paul looked particularly horrified. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Even cave spider venom doesn’t do this.”
“Zyr’s not a cave spider.” Pause reminded him.
“We need to get back to base. Doc might know what to do.” Zisteau said reasonably.
“How will we get him back?” Pause demanded. “Carrying him will slow us down and he can’t walk with that leg.”
“Even if he could, we would never make it back in time.” Aureylian protested. “It’s over a week away.”
“We’d need a dragon.” Vechs mumbled.
“The entrance to the Dragonlands is too far away as well. And you couldn’t convince-“
“Someone could go on ahead. One person can move faster than six.” Vechs continued, ignoring Zisteau. “If I could activate my monstrous form, I’d be back at the mountain in two, three days.”
“But you can’t.” Zisteau reminded him.
“Which is inconvenient.” Aureylian added.
“I can get there in four or five days.” Pause put in. “But it would take another couple of days for a dragon to get here, and another two back. Unless the dragon brought Doc here?”
“He won’t last a week.” Paul muttered, taking out another vial of antivenom to use. “We can slow the venom, but he definitely won’t last a week. This antivenom is barely a speedbump to it.”
“Well, then, what DO we do?” Vechs demanded.
Aureylian looked through the potions, sighing. “There’s nothing helpful here against this poison or to get someone back quickly. I wish she’d included a speed potion! Regeneration, fire resistance, and health won’t do anything against what he has going on there…Although there is this.” She held up the bizarre dark red potion that Skera had included for Vechs, the one whose effects she claimed to not know.
“We don’t know what it does. This might not be a good time for it.” Vechs protested. “I don’t want to waste it.”
“She said a few drops would work! That couldn’t hurt, could it?”
“Yes it could! Aureylian, potions are volatile and dangerous things and if used incorrectly can very easily kill you.”
“What choice do we have?!” Aureylian demanded.
Vechs started to argue, but he felt a sudden heat coming from one of the larger pockets of his toolbelt. He opened it to find the flames within Draemae’s core glowing very brightly. He tried to pick up the orb but almost burned himself on its hot surface.
Vechs did, however, feel a stirring in his mind when he touched the orb.
He exchanged glances with the others, who were frowning.
“What’s that about?” Zisteau finally asked.
“I don’t know.” Vechs admitted, briefly brushing it with his gloved fingers again. “It’s hot and it’s doing something.”
“Something?” Aureylian asked. “What do you mean?”
“I…don’t know.” Vechs touched it again, feeling the stirring again.
A connection.
“Draemae!” he suddenly said, realization hitting him. “Draemae’s trying to help us out! The corruption must have been purged from this thing when we defeated him.” Vechs frowned. “I think he can only do it once, though. Or once every…uh, let’s go with really infrequently.” Now that he had realized what the orb was doing, he could glean information whenever he briefly touched it.
“Do what?” Pause demanded. “You’re not making sense!”
“Communicate! Aurey, you’re right, assuming that Draemae knows what he’s talking about. Give me that potion.”
“Hey hey hey woah woah woah!” Paul stood and stopped Vechs by grabbing his arm. “How do you know you can trust Draemae? He tried to kill us.”
“When he was corrupted and listened to Specterveil.” Vechs reminded him. “Trust me. It’s just a feeling I have.”
“Why do we keep trusting you and your feelings?” Zisteau muttered as Paul allowed the mapmaker to take the potion from Aureylian.
“Because I’m usually right.”
“Usually.” Zisteau stressed, making a vague motion at the right side of his body.
“Hey! I wasn’t a worldbuilder yet!” Vechs protested. “I made a mistake.”
“You’re not a worldbuilder now.”
“Shut up and let me try this!” Vechs rolled his eyes.
Draemae’s heart had ceased glowing brightly and had cooled off, allowing Vechs to close the pocket and flip open the glass lid to the potion, which was unlike the others, which had corks.
He hesitated, earning a “Hurry up already!” from Pause, before pouring a few drops into his mouth. They stung where they struck, but he felt a powerful warm sensation begin to immediately spread through his entire body from those points. He quickly shut the potion lid and slipped it into his toolbelt before it overcame him completely. The temperature of the feeling suddenly skyrocketed until flames literally enveloped his body.
His friends cried out in fear but relaxed when the flames faded.
Vechs stretched his wings and flexed his claws. He noted that all of his things had, once again, scaled to fit him in this form. He pondered why for a moment before figuring that it was just the residual energy of the Vortex doing him a favor, a bit like how his clothes vanished and returned when he switched forms- a convenience factor more than anything else.
“She knew.” he mumbled. “Skera knew.” He glanced at his toolbelt. “And Draemae knew she knew.”
“How long do you suppose it lasts?” Aureylian asked, taking the opportunity to get a better look at Vechs’s monstrous form. She could only recall seeing it twice, and both times were in the heat of battle. She ran her hand over the red scales on his arm, entranced by them.
“I don’t know.” Vechs blinked his eyes a few times to get used to the difference between the monstrous and human vision- all the darker areas were now almost as bright as the sunlit areas between the trees, albeit slightly less colorful.
“Shouldn’t you be going somewhere?” Zisteau asked him.
“Oh! Right!” Vechs took a step back from them, looking for a suitable tree to start his flight from. “You guys find somewhere to camp nearby and I’ll get back as quickly as I can, okay?”
“You better take the map.” Paul handed it to him, pointing out where they were. “You need to head a little more south before going straight east. You’ll need to angle more south as you go, but-“
“I’ll just go east and worry about south later. The mountains will help me get up high to glide.”
Paul nodded. “Good thinking. Get going, Vechs. This stuff’s spreading through Blame fast, and I doubt his physical activity since getting stung has helped him any. It’s likely accelerated how quickly it’s going through him.”
“See if you can get Aoxdorren to fly out here.” Zisteau advised. “She’s the fastest and I think the only one big enough to carry us all.”
Vechs nodded. “You guys be safe, okay?” His eyes lingered on Aureylian. “Don’t get yourself killed while I’m gone, okay?”
“Your faith in me is astounding, sir.”
“You’re the one that trips over her own feet, ma’am.”
“Well, you-“
“Just GO!” Pause waved his arms at the monster.
“Right! Sorry!” Vechs scurried up the closest tree, annoyed with the fact that it was maybe a few meters tall at best.
“Remember how you ghost through the tops of the trees!” Paul advised. “Remember when we were in the woods! You can’t glide far at this height until you reach the mountains. Good luck, Vechs!”
“You too! Be safe.” Vechs took a final look at his friends before leaping from the tree, gliding a short distance before landing in another tree. He set off, bounding and gliding from tree to tree, heading east towards the nearby mountains bordering Ashwatch. He would likely pass just south of the place, something he was grateful for. He would rather not go back there if possible.
He really, really hoped that his friends would be okay while he was gone.
He also hoped that he wouldn’t run into any Hostiles along the way. If he couldn’t shoot them with his bow- which would be impossible in this form- he couldn’t hurt them.
He especially hoped that he wouldn’t be too late.
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 04:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 04:43 am (UTC)Also thank you <3
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 07:41 am (UTC)Tanadin, you are doing terrible things to the poor guy. Hopefully he can catch a break at some point.
Also, I notice Zyr didn't die. Ugh. Hate that one. (Great chapter as always!)
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 09:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 11:09 am (UTC)GEE. I wonder who's fault THAT IS?
This was a good chapter! Lots of good lines, and even though blame is poisoned, Vechs is monstpus again! And can sort of change at will! Until he loses/drops the potion, that is.
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 11:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 08:35 pm (UTC)In all seriousness, though, don't let 'me taking issue with it' or Deus Ex Machina issues get in the way of you writing. Everyone has to use DEM sometimes, and as you said, using it less is a difficult transition for you. It's okay if it doesn't happen immediately; if you work on trying to fix it and practice, you'll eventually run into significantly less situations where you can't think of anything else. (Please, however, don't take this as meaning that you should stop working on it. Just don't let it stop you completely. (I don't think you are the kind of person to take this that way, but I wanted to make sure, becuase I really don't mean it like that.))
In fact, the stuff you've done today is actually a testament to how much you've improved. While, yes, it is not the best; it is honestly not that bad and a significant improvement over some of the examples I pointed out from Monstrous. You'd already set up the orb as being able to do something, even if the setup wasn't specific. In doing so, you'd basically given yourself a "Get out of Deus-Ex-Machina free" card, so long as you used the orb, (which is a perfectly valid (in my opinion) thing to do - so long as you don't overuse it, and is one of the tricks to dealing with DEM) so I don’t really have much issue with it.
Just a warning with the “Get out of DEM free” card: Try to not use it that much, at least not right now. It’s a form of FOOS strategy (if you’ve watched the Extra Credits episode about that), and might get in the way of you improving in the area. That meaning, it’s an easy way to deal with DEM issues, and will probably work at an acceptable level - for now, at least. However, if you use it, it will mean that you won’t be improving your skills in the area, or really growing. You’ll just keep on hundred-hand-slapping your way through the game, and not get any better (continuing the Extra Credits analogy).
But, everything aside, it was a nice chapter. Good job.
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Date: Friday, May 1st, 2015 09:26 pm (UTC)I am definitely working on it- including replanning how I was going to do something. It is so much better now and I am quite pleased with it.
I didn't want to give myself a way to overuse the orb, hence why I had Vechs make the remark that Draemae could only do it rarely- so I CAN do it again if I have to, but it's not that easy. Honestly had I been thinking I would have had Skera hint at its use a bit more so Vechs could reach the conlusion himself, but I wasn't and I suppose that's the downside to getting chapters out so frequently- not a lot of time to think over the smaller points.
I am very much looking forward to the next three chapters. How I do the step-clank thing has been very slightly modified and I think you guys will really like it if I can figure out how to word it properly. :P
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Date: Saturday, May 2nd, 2015 08:12 pm (UTC)G.C. (::)(::)(::)(::)(::)(::)