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Mass Effect: Aphelion

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Bimba - 16. března 2017 19:34
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Tvé dobrodružství jsem bohužel musel ukončit kvůli dlouhodobé neaktivitě. Aby se to příště neopakovalo, doporučuji přečíst si Pravidla pro dobrodružství a dodržovat je. Pokud budeš v budoucnu opět nucen(a) k dlouhodobé neaktivitě, napiš výrazně do jeskyně důvod a datum, kdy opět začnete hrát. Jestliže se ti nebude zdát reálné dobrodružství nadále zachovat, využij, prosím, svých možností Vypravěče a sám(sama) ho ukonči. V případě jakýchkoli nejasností se neboj zeptat mě nebo kohokoliv z online pomoci..

Bimba

 
Bimba - 01. března 2017 07:22
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Vymetáme pavouky! Vaše dobrodružství spadlo do kolonky "Už se dlouho nehrálo - odpad" a stalo se jedním z nich. Máte-li zájem pokračovat ve hraní nebo vyměnit vypravěče, napište mi to sem jako herní příspěvek. Můžete mi též napsat poštou. Pokud nic z toho neučiníte do dvou týdnů, tato jeskyně bude ukončena a vaše postavy si budou muset najít novou práci.

Bimba

PS: Používejte klasickou poštu, nikoliv herní - k té nemám přístup.
 
Bimba - 20. ledna 2017 10:00
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Dobrodružství vytaženo z odpadu. Držím vám palce, ať tam znovu nespadnete a dovete jeskyni ke zdárnému konci.
Nezapomínejte, že pokud uplyne 6 měsíců od posledního herního příspěvku, dobrodružství bude bez milosti automaticky ukončeno.

Bimba

 
The Void - 03. ledna 2017 21:49
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Budeme pokračovať, pracuje sa na tom.
 
Bimba - 01. ledna 2017 20:34
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Vymetáme pavouky! Vaše dobrodružství spadlo do kolonky "Už se dlouho nehrálo - odpad" a stalo se jedním z nich. Máte-li zájem pokračovat ve hraní nebo vyměnit vypravěče, napište mi to sem jako herní příspěvek. Můžete mi též napsat poštou. Pokud nic z toho neučiníte do dvou týdnů, tato jeskyně bude ukončena a vaše postavy si budou muset najít novou práci.

Bimba

PS: Používejte klasickou poštu, nikoliv herní - k té nemám přístup.
 
Ni`ratha Ruis - 03. října 2016 20:22
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The crash


Just one look seems to be enough for her to realise how stupid she looks compared to Evenea - the panic in her eyes, her hands shaking and on her face, a weird expression of mixed pain and shock, while the other Asari seems to be cold, calm and... “Well, she looks like she knows what do to.”
Because what they showed her on a clinic was nothing compared to this. Sure, she’d seen injuries which made her stomach twist, but that is not the problem. No - the cause of all of her terror and fear is that this is real - and it is happening to her. Her friends, people who’ve been almost like her family - their bodies are scattered all around her.
They’re dead. All of them.
But why? Why them? What caused this mayhem?
She inhales deeply, trying to calm herself down. She doesn’t want to look like a little scared child, she is a soldier after all - and the fact that Evenea seems to be more experienced than her doesn’t mean that she should rely only on her. She needs to pull herself together and focus on more important stuff - and that, in this very moment, is to survive. And to save as many as she can.
She eyes Evenea, but when she realises that she doesn’t need her help with their injured pilot, she grabs all she can before she follows them. The bags are heavy - but she would not complain, even thought her muscles hurt so, so much. She could use some of the analgetics, too - but it would make her senses blurry and that’s the last thing she needs right now.

“I don’t like this,” she finds herself whispering, her eyes looking at the stairs. It shouldn’t be here - there are no signs of civillization, no signs of any life but them. Hell, this whole planet should be dead, inhabited by nothing but rocks. Why would perfectly shaped stairs just appear out of nowhere?
“We should be careful. We do not know what we’re going to find here.” Even though she knows that Evenea knows, she couldn’t stop herself from voicing her fears. This is not right. If they can find ANY way of getting out of here, they should do it as quickly as possible. “But there is no way. Our ship is in ruins, everyone is dead.”
Life is funny - after all of what they’ve been through, their mission will end like this - they will all die on an unknown planet, with no way of letting anyone know what happened.
She bites her tongue, struggling to keep up with Evenea and the pilot, breathing heavily. Her arm aches, but the pain only makes her go faster - well, it is nice to remember some of her training after a long while of despair and panic.
She doesn’t speak much, too, and as they’re ascending the seemingly neverending stairs, the sound of a well-known rhyme makes her heart beat a little bit slower.
As they reach the top, she wishes nothing but to lie down and rest. She drops the bags and finds herself a little bit annoyed by the commands barked at her. But she doesn’t say a word, and with a little bit of struggling and cursing under her breath, she manages to build a little tent. It is not very sturdy - but it will be enough for Anara and the two of them to rest and regain some of her strength.
She sits down for a while, watching Evenea, studying her face.

“Maybe we shouldn’t attract more attention by setting up a fireplace.” she says, but immediately realises how paranoid she sounds. Anara needs warmth, they all do. Nothing lives here - perhaps someone lived here centuries ago. They’re not going to freeze to death.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers quickly, shaking her head and avoiding Evenea’s eyes. She helps her a little, then starts splitting up their food to equal parts.
“We should start looking for more life-pods tomorrow. Perhaps... perhaps there is someone who survived like we did.” She knows it’s unlikely to happens - but there is always some hope left. [/justify]
 
Evenea S`haara - 03. září 2016 22:38
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The Crash


The second-in-command kneels to inspect Anara's wounds. Doped by medi-gel, she seems very oblivious of her state. "Anara's tough, she'll make it," Evenea says, gently petting the little pilot's head. "Give her a little more of that stuff." The girl may not survive to see the sunrise on this queer planet, let her enjoy life while she can.

Doesn't matter if Ni'ratha does as she bids, Evenea pulls their patient up, careful not to hurt her anymore. The walk would kill her, that's for sure, so she decides to bring her up the cliffs in her arms, as a babe.
"Take everything you can, all of it. Throw some stuff you can't my way."

With those words, she makes the first steps towards the unappealing greyness. Anara combined with the weight of the supplies in little bags dubbed lifebags makes her arms throb. She's used to bearing heavy stuff, though, armour, weaponry, all that, so a lithe pilot with lifebags full of blankets and stale bread's nothing compared to what she had to get through as a novice.

Halfway through the wild, stark dunes of the rock-and-sand beach, she notices something quite... queer.
"Steps?" It's not like they don't have steps back on Thessia, but... steps. This piece of rock in the middle of nowhere may not be as lifeless as the Kali's crew fist thought.

Queer or not, the steps are the only thing that can bring them up to the top of the cliffs. Carved into the grey-black wind slashed cliffs themselves, they make good footing. No grass orplants grow on the steps, nor any animals lived underneath, so nothing blocks their route upwards.

It takes best part of an hour to see the end, and another half an hour to get there. All the way, she said not a word, unlike the pilot which got quite fond of an old asari nursery rhyme. All the way, she was thinking. The steps creep Evenea out. Who made them? But more importantly, why do they look so... well-kept? She thought, as they finally emerged on a grassland completely bordered by tall thickly grown pine-lie trees.


"We should make camp," she says suddenly, after a time of silence, while putting Anara down for a minute. "There should be a tent. Kinda tent. Get it out," she asks her only able-bodied companion. Her words sound harsh and commanding, but that's only natural for someone working for the military.

While the tent is being set up, Evenea goes on to the forest's border to find twigs, branches or boughs, anything to make fire from. Close, but not too close, she tries make out what's hiding in te darkness behind the trees. Whatever it is, it's not friendly.

Returning shortly, she's onto firemaking right away.
"We got to ration our food and find some more. Also keep the brat warm," she gestures towards their pilot.
 
Bimba - 03. září 2016 09:34
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Dobrodružství vytaženo z odpadu. Držím vám palce, ať tam znovu nespadnete.
Nezapomínejte, že pokud uplyne 6 měsíců od posledního příspěvku, dobrodružství bude automaticky ukončeno.

Bimba

 
Evenea S`haara - 02. září 2016 19:34
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Nerusit, sme iba lenivy, ale rozbehne sa to tu!
 
Bimba - 02. září 2016 13:10
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Vymetáme pavouky! Vaše dobrodružství spadlo do kolonky "Už se dlouho nehrálo - odpad" a stalo se jedním z nich. Máte-li zájem pokračovat ve hraní nebo vyměnit vypravěče, napište mi to sem jako herní příspěvek. Můžete mi též napsat poštou. Pokud nic z toho neučiníte do dvou týdnů, tato jeskyně bude ukončena a vaše postavy si budou muset najít novou práci.

Bimba

PS: Používejte klasickou poštu, nikoliv herní - k té nemám přístup.
 
 
 
 
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