Heart Wrenching/Inspiring Scenes

[Marauder Moe]

Aww.  You should have emoted that it was there.  That would have been epic.

[NoteworthyFellow]

Pyrogaseous, I knew that character, and I'm glad you had a ton of fun with him, even though my character's interactions were fairly limited.

Though, er, that might be a little too recent/too specific.  You might want to edit a name or two out. 

[staggerlee]

Might want to make sure these stories are over a year old.

Edit: Er sorry, noteworthy already said that.   Ignore me.  Actually I'm pretty sure a few of these have happened within the last year... since I remember them.

[Nyr]

I edited a story that was way too recent (even after editing names out it was pretty obvious who was who).

Please do not write about anything that happened IC in the last year.

Edit...to add that I also edited parts of another story that contained pretty sensitive information.  Just because it's past the year mark doesn't make everything okay to post--some things are better left in-character!

[Desertman]

I cant get the image of some dead guy rocking back and forth on the bed as a couple of dirty Zalanthans are going at it like drunk monkeys next to him.

I think I might bust my spleen laughing.

[FantasyWriter]

One time, my PC and her lover were in Red Storm, and she dropped something and an NPC elf picked it up. My lover's PC, "Pookums," (I kid you not) wanted to start a fight with it and went "hit brawltest," but apparently neglected to note that NPCs are not subject to the brawl code and died in an amazing NPC spamfest.

I had to quit playing for awhile to bury my face in a pillow and cry. I've only cried like six or seven times in the five or so years I've played here, but this was particularly bad for me for some reason in spite of a complete lack of drama surrounding the death.

She was pretty upset about it, too, and she didn't know what to do with the body. She didn't want to leave it out in the sand or in that nasty pile by the water temple, so she took it home to her apartment in Allanak and put it in her bed and cried herself to sleep beside it.

Later on, maybe like a few IC days later, she brought someone home to mudsex with and I completely forgot about leaving body there. We were about halfway through the act when I realized that she'd never taken the body out and I went "exa" on the bed we were on and saw that it was still there. I started crying again because it was so awful. She started crying horribly, too, and I think that guy who she was screwing thought it was just because she was having a really good time or something and started doing it so hard the bed started to shake with all three of us on it. It was all really horrible.

Heh!  Reminds me of A Rose for Emily.  (don't think she ever did the nasty in the bed with her decaying fiance, though)

[Malifaxis]

Inspiring:

Kicking it hardcore out on the eastern sands with two hundred of my closest friends because some idiot northerner had gotten it into their mind that a big ball of metal belonged to them.  Bullshit.  That was -our- copper, and by gum, we were going to make sure they knew it!  On my right, my good man Bashar, badass of Allanak, draped with demons.  On my left, a keg of spiced brandy, aged to perfection.  Under my ass was the most comfortable chair Zalanthas has ever seen.  If you know the chair, you've most likely thought "Hey, I should steal that chair."  A few of you did, eventually.

Anyhow, I'm talking with Bashar, chatting up some members of the militia, hobnobbing with the robes, and some jackass gets it into his head that something 'dangerous' is going on.  People begin to scatter.  I sigh.  Bashar, well, he looms.  The sky begins to grow dark, which I'm fine with, because really, it was too damn hot.  So hot that it was fucking barbaric.  That's really how we knew the Tuluki were close... too much sand, too much heat.  Jerks.  I take another hit off my tube, another sip of brandy from my covered glass, and watch the sky roll black.  People begin to really freak out, and the militia starts telling me to get into the wagon, to get under protection.

Oh really?

Oh.  Really.

Some jerk Sargeant who thinks he's "All That" just because he's an arena champion of some sort tries to order me into the argosy.  Oh really?  Um.  No.

I had more faith than George Michael, and twice the ass.  I tell the Sargeant that if he -truly- believes in Tektolnes, that he'll ride this 'storm' out.  Those words uttered, I relax further back into my chair as the sky is cut by jags of lightening.  Bashar takes one, writhes for a moment, and holds his ground.  Some poor fuck gets nuked to unconciousness, and the animals begin to panic around the encampment.  I kept smoking and drinking, and talking to Bashar's charred ass.  Someone else comes running out and tries to get me to go inside, they get zapped, I laugh.

Eventually, I got bored, and I heaved my slender form out of the chair and shouted at the storm that I had had -quite- enough, and it could go away now.  It took a while, but eventually it sulked off, listening to my wisdom and fearing my wrath, which is precisely how I gained the title of Lord Senaj Ozzixilloxis Zarquod Fale, Stormbreaker of Allanak.  A title I rapidly discarded out of boredom.



Most Heart Wrenching?  By gum.  So many choices.

It had taken upwards of about five to ten years Zalanthas time, but eventually I had fully and absolutely convinced this half-ear Benjari that she was my daughter, because for all I knew, she actually was.  It's not like it's hard to talk a Benjari into a bedroll for a silvertongued tok like me.  So after forging this relationship, I actually felt myself growing closer and closer to this precious possible daughter of mine, even going so far as to lavish her with some pretty wicked gifts including one of the most baddest-assed swords ever to carve a mantis.  We grew thick as thieves, which was perfect, me being an elf, her a Kuraci, and we settled down to many a drink and a smoke, sharing stories and tall tales from all over the world.

After a very, very long absence to the eastern mountains, I came back to find her still alive, and was quite glad.  After a few meetings with her, she informed me of an upcoming par-tay that the folks on the Wall were going to throw, so I ran my skinny ass off to gather up some booze after telling her "I'll see you again soon."  Smelling a sale, I slapped two thin kegs across my back, and tied another with ropes across my abdomen.  I had some Soh and others running with me, carrying a bit themselves.

Well, as you all know, carru -really- like beer.  This merchant I had was so damn bad assed that he really didn't fear carru.  I saw one on the road, had a pack of fierce fuckers at my back, and charged in.

I guess I had forgotten how heavy beer is.

The carru didn't.

Last words were, "Bring it, Grandfather Carru!  I have no fear of you!  I'll send your kin to chase Mocks The Void in Drov's Realm!"  My last thoughts were, "Shatuka, my daughter, I'll see you through darkened eyes when you come to me in Drov."

Ding goes the mantis.

But from what I heard, the party was a real good time.

(edited to change 'words' to 'thoughts' in the third to last line)

[NoteworthyFellow]

Eventually, I got bored, and I heaved my slender form out of the chair and shouted at the storm that I had had -quite- enough, and it could go away now.  It took a while, but eventually it sulked off, listening to my wisdom and fearing my wrath, which is precisely how I gained the title of Lord Senaj Ozzixilloxis Zarquod Fale, Stormbreaker of Allanak.  A title I rapidly discarded out of boredom.

This story can only be described as mind-numbingly excellent.

[The7DeadlyVenomz]

Mali's characters are hyper real ... anyone blessed to play with him is doing ok for themselves, friends or foes.

[Desertman]

Mali's characters are hyper real ... anyone blessed to play with him is doing ok for themselves, friends or foes.

I'll go ahead and second, third, and fourth this statement.

[X-D]

I had more faith than George Michael, and twice the ass.  I tell the Sargeant that if he -truly- believes in Tektolnes, that he'll ride this 'storm' out.  Those words uttered, I relax further back into my chair as the sky is cut by jags of lightening.  Bashar takes one, writhes for a moment, and holds his ground.  Some poor fuck gets nuked to unconciousness, and the animals begin to panic around the encampment.  I kept smoking and drinking, and talking to Bashar's charred ass.  Someone else comes running out and tries to get me to go inside, they get zapped, I laugh.

Of course Malifaxis did not mention the black clad gemmed vivaduan (my PC) Standing next to him, also laughing at the storm and healing him when he did indeed get struck.

But yes, it was a great scene.

[brytta.leofa]

Of course Malifaxis did not mention the black clad gemmed vivaduan (my PC) Standing next to him, also laughing at the storm and healing him when he did indeed get struck.

I accidentally^* X-D's Vivaduan.

[AmandaGreathouse]

Of course Malifaxis did not mention the black clad gemmed vivaduan (my PC) Standing next to him, also laughing at the storm and healing him when he did indeed get struck.

I accidentally^* X-D's Vivaduan.

The whole thing?

[RogueGunslinger]

Huh?

[brytta.leofa]

Of course Malifaxis did not mention the black clad gemmed vivaduan (my PC) Standing next to him, also laughing at the storm and healing him when he did indeed get struck.

I accidentally^* X-D's Vivaduan.

The whole thing?

That honor|shame goes to the grey, three-fingered mul, a unit of Borsail Wyverns, a unit of Borsail Wyverns, a human Allanaki soldier, a human Allanaki soldier, a human Allanaki soldier, the half-giant soldier, the human soldier, and a ragtag array of gladiator slaves.

Or, possibly, to a quick-footed northie witch.

[Kassindra]

I'll post in about a year

[bardbard#4]

Blowing up the grain silos in Red Storm.

Holy fuck.

[BuNutzCola]

Most inspiring:
Dozens and dozens of situations involving a certain Salarri and a certain Kadian of mine.

Most heart wrenching:
A character of mine being interrogated by a Templar and his assistant, subsequently being forced to reveal information he'd desperately trying to hide. It was one of the more badass experiences I've had with other pc's. You two know who you are.

[Bushranger]

More fear inspiring than heart wrenching, one of the best character deaths I've had on Armageddon:

I had a hard as nails ranger, not very experience but naturally tough, travelling with a group of colleagues - some experienced and some less so - and we went to fight some Weezers. The first part of the fight was awesome, and we did pretty well and obtained the things we were hunting them for. That's when it changed from 'A hunting trip' to 'OMG have I waked into a set from the movie Aliens?'. One by one the people who were with us fell, or got lost as we tried to run, sometimes in our heads asking for help for a moment and sometimes just gone. We came across a few of the bodies as we tried to get away to safety and some we never saw again. Finally it was just me and the most experienced of us left together, trapped and desperate for a way to safety, we had a touching scene where my character went a little crazy (Almost yelling out "Game Over, Man! Game Over!" but toning it to something more Zalanthas as I typed) and my experienced friend snapping me back to the situation with a plan to get away. Our chance came and I was told that "Soon as you can, just run north!" We broke our way out of the defensive Weezers, and I ran north but my friend was being attacked by several of them. I had a decision to make, do I go back to try and help him kill these weezers so we can both live? Or do I save myself and keep running north?

I chose poorly, and went back to try and save my friend.

*BEEP*

[number13]

^^awesome story.

[Sakra]

Being involved in blowing up the Tor academy.
We snuck our team of rebels into the city, met up with a spy who told us where our barrels of flashpowder and our target was. Under cover of a bad sandstorm, we paralyzed, then swiftly killed all the guards, dragged the explosives inside, then lit the fuse. It didn't explode. So our leader volunteered to light it. BOOM. We never saw her again. Now the team is down to me, and one experienced rebel. Apparently the guards heard him fighting earlier, but not me, and as soon as we left the immediate area, he was dragged off by the city guards, and I couldn't rescue him in the storm. So here my poor rebel giant is, wandering blind and lost through an enemy city, that's just been riled up with a terrorist bombing.

Somehow he stumbles onto the previous nights secret meeting place, ways the rebel spy, and she tells him how to leave the city. He slips out the east gates, makes it down to Red Storm, and ways back a mission successful. More rebels come down to pick him up, and  he makes it safely home. Unfortunately, our captured comrade was being tortured, over a few weeks, and kept waying us to beg for poison to end it all.

[Sajoi]

Wow that is a really cool story in a few months I will post my most inspiring scene (just gotta make sure that everyone was with me is dead now..).
But truely that sounds absolutely bad ass. 

[Marauder Moe]

Later in the life of an Oash aide of mine, he met a woman who seemed like the perfect match for him.  The irony (well, one of the ironies) was that I suspected (and later confirmed) that she was played by someone who's previous character was an underling of his and had given herself a built-in reason to dislike and avoid my character specifically.  However, it backfired and the fact that she was afraid of him made him try very hard to befriend her.  Had she not been set up to dislike him he probably wouldn't have noticed her at all!  Anyway, being a wealthy and influential aide as well as naturally smooth and charming, he quickly assuaged her fears and wooed her.

Now, working for Oash often entails having to get used to the presence of magickers.  Early on in his career I certainly roleplayed out that initial discomfort, but eventually he got used to them.  However, to keep things interesting, I had him retain a phobia of Drovians.  Now, it wasn't like he collapsed into a fetal position and cried whenever he saw one, but rather I expressed it by having him subtly mistreat the Drovian PC that was in the clan at the time.  I thought I was being too subtle, but to my delight one day the Drovian confronted him about it, demanding to know why he didn't like her.  Anyway, to tie this back into my tale, during his conversation with her it was revealed that the woman he was in love with was herself an ungemmed Drovian.

After roleplaying the appropriate shock and some soul searching, he decided he would try and get over his fear and went to confront her.  At first she didn't believe it herself, thinking it wasn't her but a protective shadow spirit.  In the end he convinced her that she was, in fact, a magicker and needed to be gemmed.  He agreed to give her a little time to settle matters before she went to a templar.  However, during this time he was rather sloppy about it.  He had brought her into the Oash compound and discussed the matter openly, where NPCs could overhear.  On top of that, somehow this woman had gotten tied up in some messy business in the 'rinth, though she said she wasn't actually involved (and I believed her).

She did finally get gemmed, and after that he recruited her into House Oash for her protection.  Unfortunately, rumors that he had delayed reporting her and brought her into the House ungemmed got to his Lady and she was not pleased.  In an unfortunate public scene, Lady Oash had her stripped of employment and arrested.  My character kind of fell to his knees in shock and generally cried and made a fool of himself.

Eventually, she was interrogated by a militia sergeant.  My character confronted him and demanded to know what became of her.  In response, the sergeant gave him her thumb and said she was dead.  Right there, in public, I was ready to have my character draw his sword and try to kill him, even though I knew it was pretty much suicide.  I had literally turned nosave off and typed the commands into the input bar and was hovering over the enter key.  However, the woman had a vNPC daughter and my character promised he'd look after her, so he storms out instead.

Senses fully regained, he goes back home to take care of things the way a proper Oash servant would: he finds the mind of his contact in the Guild and asks how much a hit on a militia sergeant would cost.  The price was 4000 coins.  He accepted immediately.  Alas, said sergeant got himself killed in battle before he could be assassinated.  That character spent the rest of his life being generally reserved and bitter.

[Riev]

I can't believe a hit on a militia Sergeant would be four large. Woah.

I really wish I could think of some really Wrenching or Inspiring scenes from my character's lives, but in the beginning, they were barely above animated NPCs with no personality or unique characteristics. I am just as bad IG as I am in RL.

[Ghost]

I can't believe a hit on a militia Sergeant would be four large. Woah.

I really wish I could think of some really Wrenching or Inspiring scenes from my character's lives, but in the beginning, they were barely above animated NPCs with no personality or unique characteristics. I am just as bad IG as I am in RL.

Those were the days the "crime code=death".  So it was rare to buy assassinations, it was rarity in rarity to get a contract on a sergeant