Recombinant Minds (Warhammer 40K):Age of Strife Quest- Can you survive what is to come?
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Wider Considerations Part 01
WyrmofFrost
One whose Muse delights in being coy
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QM: Putting this out as I wait for any more votes to come in, a bit of a view on what else is happening in the wider galaxy.
X462-ANV that was the official name of the planet with an equally bland condensed serial number for the planetary system. The few locals on the dirtball of a planet however called it New Haven. Not exactly a great omen considering the 'New' part, especially in light of current circumstances. That being the planet wide riots or if they had a say planet wide revolution, ahh the good life instigating or support rebel movements. Suck it Feddies, but back to current things. They were to do as much damage as possible with only two squads of spec ops and some merc companies. Should of been plenty, except the Feddy tax collectors brought a cruiser and a few escorts along. That sort of move was being repeated across known space and it pissed many off, sure the Iron War wrought alot of damage in the Core and Midrim but alot of the proper rim and wild regions were unaffected. Distance and lack of Men of Iron, shit economy too which made things worse. The undevestated regions could never account for the damages the developed regions had taken, not even with the high level of taxes levied. Not that the Feddy Council cared.
To them New Haven was just one of many micro colonies, single planet realms that were established by public-private initiatives. Places that should be grateful for the protection of distant armies, technically true considering what the Men of Iron wanted. Still tell that to your average dirt farmer in the middle of nowhere, unused to attention from the Feds. Some just wanted to get away from all the hub hub of the developed Core and Mid-Rim worlds or the xenophobia of the Outer Rim areas, others to run their own private planets of debauchery away from the Federations Ethics and Moral Perseverance guidelines. Shit resources usually but enough for the post war gov to start yanking like a water deprived man in a desert. A drop here, a drop there using a cracked cup even as the puddle dries out.
In his experience after a few decades of running resistance training and support ops, these places just wanted to be left alone. Isolationist groups or just random rich folks running their own planets scale sex dens. The second category usually got rather bad considering previously said Fed guidelines are rather loose. Ironically that made them somewhat attractive for 'Unpaid Back Tax Collection' using 'Pardoned Sources of Labour', such planets are sources of decent tech and reprogrammable flesh that escaped the Men of Iron. Suffice to say he did not usually care about collateral damage with regards to all sides when in such places. He had standards by the Machine God, seeing one too many places filled with catgirls or under...... It always felt nice to make the galaxy a little better one burnt and shattered corpse at a time. Daydreams of perfectly placed explosives got jolted from his mind when the wake up alarm rang. Well now time to bring such things to reality. A quick search of his recall implants brought him up to speed and oh was it bringing a smile to his face.
His job description was that of a dropship bombardier, rather sweet one since it was his finger on the trigger of several megatons worth of explosives. Sure he got a few forms circulating the complaint system about his 'enthusiasm' but not like they mattered, black ops! Everyone in the business is either batshit insane at least some of the time, or they are fanatic hardasses. Sometimes both. Such as the current lot acting like a bunch of rabid berserkers, they are really getting into the role of lynch mob demagogues a little too deeply in his opinion. Sure he liked fire, death, and explosions alot but these shenanigans just begged him to fix it before they had further problems. This was a little too much crazy even for him! Tinpot dictator on god mode levels of crazy, he should know he grew up under one!
"Yo Sasha? I think the crew is a bit too.... Into it? You sure we picked up the right guys for this op?" His lovely, in shape, and old enough to be his great-grandmother pilot and general superior officer just shrugged in her seat.
"Yeah we got the right guys, don't worry I think we might get the orders to.... Well speak of, we got Feddy Units moving in to restore order. The big boys too. Marine deployment from the cruiser in orbit, eta 10 mikes. Phase Four is a go. Looks like you get your wish Binly".
"Sweeeet". Alright time to spin up the firing computer and input the probable drop zones, locator beacons are being picked up by the E-War Suite so he just needed to input those. A few more inputs and there we go! Time for some mayhem once those suckers get down. Oh wait...
"Hey Sasha?! We gonna bother evacing the others? Pretty sure Grox team is still back at rebel warlord HQ. Pretty sure they are the lot that somehow got a clean pass on their psych evals" Also that he was owed a hundred credits by Milsha the squad leader, oh and not casually killing off people on the same side. Standards, have to remember them even if the job sucks.
"Yes you irrelevant ass, we need the techies alive preferably. The active squad will be evacing on their own since I know you were definetly concerned about them. Correct?"
"Yeah, yeah".Sheesh they have been working together for far too long. Checking through the various camera feeds brought the typical sites, rampaging crowd in urban environment and a 'temporary' lack of morals. Same old, same old. Soon enough the time came for the warheads to be launched. A short propellant shot sent the missile barrage out to differing heights before their engines engaged. Gravitic drives sent the missiles hurtling with speed to their sites. Some were intercepted by the defense systems of the pods, but the missiles did not need to get too close. Not as a set of new suns ignited in the air, tough as the pods were they could not take multi kiloton explosives in close proximity. Phase 5 and 6 would soon be underway, oh how much fun it would be to be a cannon battery director. Maybe he should ask for a transfer?
X462-ANV that was the official name of the planet with an equally bland condensed serial number for the planetary system. The few locals on the dirtball of a planet however called it New Haven. Not exactly a great omen considering the 'New' part, especially in light of current circumstances. That being the planet wide riots or if they had a say planet wide revolution, ahh the good life instigating or support rebel movements. Suck it Feddies, but back to current things. They were to do as much damage as possible with only two squads of spec ops and some merc companies. Should of been plenty, except the Feddy tax collectors brought a cruiser and a few escorts along. That sort of move was being repeated across known space and it pissed many off, sure the Iron War wrought alot of damage in the Core and Midrim but alot of the proper rim and wild regions were unaffected. Distance and lack of Men of Iron, shit economy too which made things worse. The undevestated regions could never account for the damages the developed regions had taken, not even with the high level of taxes levied. Not that the Feddy Council cared.
To them New Haven was just one of many micro colonies, single planet realms that were established by public-private initiatives. Places that should be grateful for the protection of distant armies, technically true considering what the Men of Iron wanted. Still tell that to your average dirt farmer in the middle of nowhere, unused to attention from the Feds. Some just wanted to get away from all the hub hub of the developed Core and Mid-Rim worlds or the xenophobia of the Outer Rim areas, others to run their own private planets of debauchery away from the Federations Ethics and Moral Perseverance guidelines. Shit resources usually but enough for the post war gov to start yanking like a water deprived man in a desert. A drop here, a drop there using a cracked cup even as the puddle dries out.
In his experience after a few decades of running resistance training and support ops, these places just wanted to be left alone. Isolationist groups or just random rich folks running their own planets scale sex dens. The second category usually got rather bad considering previously said Fed guidelines are rather loose. Ironically that made them somewhat attractive for 'Unpaid Back Tax Collection' using 'Pardoned Sources of Labour', such planets are sources of decent tech and reprogrammable flesh that escaped the Men of Iron. Suffice to say he did not usually care about collateral damage with regards to all sides when in such places. He had standards by the Machine God, seeing one too many places filled with catgirls or under...... It always felt nice to make the galaxy a little better one burnt and shattered corpse at a time. Daydreams of perfectly placed explosives got jolted from his mind when the wake up alarm rang. Well now time to bring such things to reality. A quick search of his recall implants brought him up to speed and oh was it bringing a smile to his face.
His job description was that of a dropship bombardier, rather sweet one since it was his finger on the trigger of several megatons worth of explosives. Sure he got a few forms circulating the complaint system about his 'enthusiasm' but not like they mattered, black ops! Everyone in the business is either batshit insane at least some of the time, or they are fanatic hardasses. Sometimes both. Such as the current lot acting like a bunch of rabid berserkers, they are really getting into the role of lynch mob demagogues a little too deeply in his opinion. Sure he liked fire, death, and explosions alot but these shenanigans just begged him to fix it before they had further problems. This was a little too much crazy even for him! Tinpot dictator on god mode levels of crazy, he should know he grew up under one!
"Yo Sasha? I think the crew is a bit too.... Into it? You sure we picked up the right guys for this op?" His lovely, in shape, and old enough to be his great-grandmother pilot and general superior officer just shrugged in her seat.
"Yeah we got the right guys, don't worry I think we might get the orders to.... Well speak of, we got Feddy Units moving in to restore order. The big boys too. Marine deployment from the cruiser in orbit, eta 10 mikes. Phase Four is a go. Looks like you get your wish Binly".
"Sweeeet". Alright time to spin up the firing computer and input the probable drop zones, locator beacons are being picked up by the E-War Suite so he just needed to input those. A few more inputs and there we go! Time for some mayhem once those suckers get down. Oh wait...
"Hey Sasha?! We gonna bother evacing the others? Pretty sure Grox team is still back at rebel warlord HQ. Pretty sure they are the lot that somehow got a clean pass on their psych evals" Also that he was owed a hundred credits by Milsha the squad leader, oh and not casually killing off people on the same side. Standards, have to remember them even if the job sucks.
"Yes you irrelevant ass, we need the techies alive preferably. The active squad will be evacing on their own since I know you were definetly concerned about them. Correct?"
"Yeah, yeah".Sheesh they have been working together for far too long. Checking through the various camera feeds brought the typical sites, rampaging crowd in urban environment and a 'temporary' lack of morals. Same old, same old. Soon enough the time came for the warheads to be launched. A short propellant shot sent the missile barrage out to differing heights before their engines engaged. Gravitic drives sent the missiles hurtling with speed to their sites. Some were intercepted by the defense systems of the pods, but the missiles did not need to get too close. Not as a set of new suns ignited in the air, tough as the pods were they could not take multi kiloton explosives in close proximity. Phase 5 and 6 would soon be underway, oh how much fun it would be to be a cannon battery director. Maybe he should ask for a transfer?
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[X] Talking? Perhaps you can negotiate? Surely words are sufficient enough if they can somehow understand you.
-[x] Attempt to contact whatever is sniping?
-[x] Attempt to contact whatever is sniping?
Tales From the Front: The Siege of Pravus Beta- Part 01
WyrmofFrost
One whose Muse delights in being coy
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
QM: Next proper update will be out soon, uni started so I have been busy. Have this for now.
For Lieutenant Colonel Wisam Sauda Sarkis this was and probably still is a terrifying situation. From an originally static garrison duty to active frontline service. Sure it promised combat pay and the strong likelihood that she would be getting promoted beyond the glass ceiling of her current rank but.... Fighting orks she had plenty of experience in, but that was everything from class I to VI. Not class X, certainly not proto-krok shock troops. A spat of alerts came through her n-links, the implants streaming helmet cam footage to her brain. Another set removed any of the more fleshy reactions like disgust and the ability to gag. It helped focus her on the gory images she was seeing as the final moments of her dying soldiers are streamed to her to analyze. And this was a select sanitized set, well she would never be working any dedicated SIGNIT or analyst work that was for sure. The cold battlefield calculus she was trained in was needed to give her actionable intel.
The ruins of whatever city this was made for a chaotic battlefield of room to room fighting and open field warfare depending on how close one got to the urban center or the pleasure districts. An image of an ork shock grunt is silhouetted against a building as it blazes its weapon into a flanked company, estimated numbers from the muzzle flashes are five fireteams in quadrant B24 e64. Units there get priority for light artillery assets, a new set of names is added to the memorial wall. A spotting of an ork ultralight battlemech team preparing to assault a fixed position, a dedicated hunter squad is diverted from reserves to stiffen the defending forces. But the most important part was the red armoured officer, that deserved a sniper kill team. The backup squad to pin it down will hopefully not suffer fifty percent casualties this time. She was running out of non synth bodies to throw into the grinder.
The shiver of her surroundings however reminds her that the orbital battle is still underway. Ortillery since it managed to shake her position, heavy as her data request showed it was an impact from the next AO over. Damage statistics were routed in real time, a priority alert over the command net. There went what was left of the 104th Corp. She was being stretched thin now, new reactionary orders to deploy what was left of her strategic reserve to plug the newly opened gap. Only a smidge of the tactical level remained to her, her unit would be combat ineffective in only ten hours at current attrition rates.
The entirety of the XIV Acadameain Guard was being blooded in a trial by fire on a planetary scale, as were the rest of the Tenth to Fifteenth Acadamian Guard units not to mention the regular Army Groups. Such a callous thing to call more than a hundred thousand casualties in the space of half a day from space and ground combined a trial by fire. On the one hand it did not include synth casualties, on the other the rest of the solar system is still on fire as ships dueled in the cosmos and the orbitals are still being contested. All this from a single day of battle, do or die. There is no inbetween as the might of a quarter of the sub-sector is concentrated to crush this proto-krok incursion. There would not be any federation assistance, not here and certainly not anywhere else in the entire sector. Stretched too thin they say. True but then again what use were they ever.
They held for fifteen hours of continuous battle, no chance for relief. Not as more and more greenskins rushed the ruined city looking to reach the vital supply depot just behind the city. Each piece of precious war material being slowly evacuated. The last of her forces are sent in to plug a gap just ten minutes ago, that leaves only her own unit. The command lance is sent in, one final push. Enemy battlemech equivalents streaming in to widen the breach. Power Armoured masses preparing to join them, a thin blue line on the tactical map. Ready to snap. She gave the go ahead signal, the only response were a series of acknowledgement pings. No words are needed. These are her troops, her men and women.The Acadameain Guard will carry the day, the vaunted pride of the Dobaran military. Or die trying for that honor....
For Lieutenant Colonel Wisam Sauda Sarkis this was and probably still is a terrifying situation. From an originally static garrison duty to active frontline service. Sure it promised combat pay and the strong likelihood that she would be getting promoted beyond the glass ceiling of her current rank but.... Fighting orks she had plenty of experience in, but that was everything from class I to VI. Not class X, certainly not proto-krok shock troops. A spat of alerts came through her n-links, the implants streaming helmet cam footage to her brain. Another set removed any of the more fleshy reactions like disgust and the ability to gag. It helped focus her on the gory images she was seeing as the final moments of her dying soldiers are streamed to her to analyze. And this was a select sanitized set, well she would never be working any dedicated SIGNIT or analyst work that was for sure. The cold battlefield calculus she was trained in was needed to give her actionable intel.
The ruins of whatever city this was made for a chaotic battlefield of room to room fighting and open field warfare depending on how close one got to the urban center or the pleasure districts. An image of an ork shock grunt is silhouetted against a building as it blazes its weapon into a flanked company, estimated numbers from the muzzle flashes are five fireteams in quadrant B24 e64. Units there get priority for light artillery assets, a new set of names is added to the memorial wall. A spotting of an ork ultralight battlemech team preparing to assault a fixed position, a dedicated hunter squad is diverted from reserves to stiffen the defending forces. But the most important part was the red armoured officer, that deserved a sniper kill team. The backup squad to pin it down will hopefully not suffer fifty percent casualties this time. She was running out of non synth bodies to throw into the grinder.
The shiver of her surroundings however reminds her that the orbital battle is still underway. Ortillery since it managed to shake her position, heavy as her data request showed it was an impact from the next AO over. Damage statistics were routed in real time, a priority alert over the command net. There went what was left of the 104th Corp. She was being stretched thin now, new reactionary orders to deploy what was left of her strategic reserve to plug the newly opened gap. Only a smidge of the tactical level remained to her, her unit would be combat ineffective in only ten hours at current attrition rates.
The entirety of the XIV Acadameain Guard was being blooded in a trial by fire on a planetary scale, as were the rest of the Tenth to Fifteenth Acadamian Guard units not to mention the regular Army Groups. Such a callous thing to call more than a hundred thousand casualties in the space of half a day from space and ground combined a trial by fire. On the one hand it did not include synth casualties, on the other the rest of the solar system is still on fire as ships dueled in the cosmos and the orbitals are still being contested. All this from a single day of battle, do or die. There is no inbetween as the might of a quarter of the sub-sector is concentrated to crush this proto-krok incursion. There would not be any federation assistance, not here and certainly not anywhere else in the entire sector. Stretched too thin they say. True but then again what use were they ever.
They held for fifteen hours of continuous battle, no chance for relief. Not as more and more greenskins rushed the ruined city looking to reach the vital supply depot just behind the city. Each piece of precious war material being slowly evacuated. The last of her forces are sent in to plug a gap just ten minutes ago, that leaves only her own unit. The command lance is sent in, one final push. Enemy battlemech equivalents streaming in to widen the breach. Power Armoured masses preparing to join them, a thin blue line on the tactical map. Ready to snap. She gave the go ahead signal, the only response were a series of acknowledgement pings. No words are needed. These are her troops, her men and women.The Acadameain Guard will carry the day, the vaunted pride of the Dobaran military. Or die trying for that honor....
A Seeker in the Void: Part 03
WyrmofFrost
One whose Muse delights in being coy
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
QM: A bit unsatisfied with this but adding more seems to just be padding the word count with no purpose. Dice rolls were boring sadly.
Considering the fact that someone appears to be using a weapon perhaps it is someone that can be communicated with. You would rather like that considering the.... Isolation you have had so far. Of course you have to figure out how to do so. You have no functional camera's in view of where the shots are coming from and a quick check on your comm systems show nothing but erratic background static. Ignoring the strange not words constantly coming from it there is nothing else as always. You decide that having something at least gain visuals would be a start though you keep an ear on the comms. You detach one of your bodyguard synths, if it gets shot at hopefully the flare shield can protect it. Admittedly depending on the fire rate and any penetrators a barrage of autocannon rounds is pushing the capability of the system. But nothing else has a good chance of first gaining information and then bringing it back while intact. The droids certainly cannot with their closed systems. Still they can act as meatshields if needed.
You briefly wonder if a white flag would do anything... no besides you do not have any such things readily available. Your synth slowly proceeds out a side door of your complex to reach the garage. No attempts at hiding is made, one arm raised high in hopes of getting acknowledgement while the other houses the shield generator on pre battle charge. No weapon out just yet, as useless as they have been so far. You tense as the strange not light of the outside world enters the receptors of the synth. You had a bit of exposure earlier through your cameras but this seems strangely more striking to you. Your mind quickly catches a burst of movement in the distance. Something large is fluttering around what appears to be some strange vod scene set up of a city. Just the bare outline of hundreds of buildings stretching into the distance. Passive sensors give a jumbled mess, active may be unwise for now. A tentative look at thermal for example nets you a kaleidoscope like that of a mirror funhouse. Fascinating as it is baffling. Restriction to visual it is then.
What you manage to see as you clear up the image you take is.... Hmmm. That certainly redefines your relationship with the apparent wildlife if THAT is a common thing. The creature seems spooked at least as it moves deeper into the strange steel and bamboo urban jungle. A brief attempt at using audio and radio ends in nothing but slightly ringing eardrums from the screeching creature. You withdraw your synth for now and redirect your attention to the garage incident. The strange wasps have taken to hiding amongst the debris, the problem being that they are not going to simply killed in any sort of breach scenario. They are carefully obscured or in cover from ranged attacks, and melee will be hard considering their height. At least they do not seem to be breaking any more material within. Now how to handle this....
Courses of Action
[] The Home Field Advantage: You do actually have defenses in the garage area, the issue is you never managed to fully reconnect to that section of your compound. You should find a way to reactivate them.
-[] Immediate full assault after the turrets engage. The intruders are pinned down and do not have time to do anything else like fortify in your base.
-[] Take a small amount of time to gather all the low grade droids you have to use as fodder. They have combat routines, terrible ones but it is something. Then use them to pad your numbers once the turrets are active
-[] Distract the creatures with some cannon fodder. Hopefully while they are distracted you can attempt to enter and then activate your command vehicle. It has an assault cannon and if the creatures have not damaged it then you can use it.
-[] Attempt to get the constructor to emergency fab some more cannon fodder first, it will likely damage the machinery and take some time regardless but it will be needed. Then activate the turrets as the collected fodder attacks alongside yourself.
-[] write in
[] Sniper's Nest: While you would prefer to purge your base of the intruders, you have the issue of that autocannon sniper. Hmm sniping wildlife, that is a new one. Best find a way to deal with it somehow, but a flying sniper will be difficult to deal with in an urban environment without any sort of support.
-[] Write in
[] For hearth and home: This is your base, your home. You need it intact. Head in with just your forces to take out the intruders, deal with everything else later.
-[] Attempt an ambush or at least a sneak attack of some sort. Divide the intruders up and defeat them in detail.
-[] write in
[] Talking? Perhaps you can negotiate? You do not think they have much intelligence being in the guise of animals but you could be wrong. Perhaps they are sophont creatures as well? You have heard of stranger things.
-[] write in
[] Write In Action
Considering the fact that someone appears to be using a weapon perhaps it is someone that can be communicated with. You would rather like that considering the.... Isolation you have had so far. Of course you have to figure out how to do so. You have no functional camera's in view of where the shots are coming from and a quick check on your comm systems show nothing but erratic background static. Ignoring the strange not words constantly coming from it there is nothing else as always. You decide that having something at least gain visuals would be a start though you keep an ear on the comms. You detach one of your bodyguard synths, if it gets shot at hopefully the flare shield can protect it. Admittedly depending on the fire rate and any penetrators a barrage of autocannon rounds is pushing the capability of the system. But nothing else has a good chance of first gaining information and then bringing it back while intact. The droids certainly cannot with their closed systems. Still they can act as meatshields if needed.
You briefly wonder if a white flag would do anything... no besides you do not have any such things readily available. Your synth slowly proceeds out a side door of your complex to reach the garage. No attempts at hiding is made, one arm raised high in hopes of getting acknowledgement while the other houses the shield generator on pre battle charge. No weapon out just yet, as useless as they have been so far. You tense as the strange not light of the outside world enters the receptors of the synth. You had a bit of exposure earlier through your cameras but this seems strangely more striking to you. Your mind quickly catches a burst of movement in the distance. Something large is fluttering around what appears to be some strange vod scene set up of a city. Just the bare outline of hundreds of buildings stretching into the distance. Passive sensors give a jumbled mess, active may be unwise for now. A tentative look at thermal for example nets you a kaleidoscope like that of a mirror funhouse. Fascinating as it is baffling. Restriction to visual it is then.
What you manage to see as you clear up the image you take is.... Hmmm. That certainly redefines your relationship with the apparent wildlife if THAT is a common thing. The creature seems spooked at least as it moves deeper into the strange steel and bamboo urban jungle. A brief attempt at using audio and radio ends in nothing but slightly ringing eardrums from the screeching creature. You withdraw your synth for now and redirect your attention to the garage incident. The strange wasps have taken to hiding amongst the debris, the problem being that they are not going to simply killed in any sort of breach scenario. They are carefully obscured or in cover from ranged attacks, and melee will be hard considering their height. At least they do not seem to be breaking any more material within. Now how to handle this....
Courses of Action
[] The Home Field Advantage: You do actually have defenses in the garage area, the issue is you never managed to fully reconnect to that section of your compound. You should find a way to reactivate them.
-[] Immediate full assault after the turrets engage. The intruders are pinned down and do not have time to do anything else like fortify in your base.
-[] Take a small amount of time to gather all the low grade droids you have to use as fodder. They have combat routines, terrible ones but it is something. Then use them to pad your numbers once the turrets are active
-[] Distract the creatures with some cannon fodder. Hopefully while they are distracted you can attempt to enter and then activate your command vehicle. It has an assault cannon and if the creatures have not damaged it then you can use it.
-[] Attempt to get the constructor to emergency fab some more cannon fodder first, it will likely damage the machinery and take some time regardless but it will be needed. Then activate the turrets as the collected fodder attacks alongside yourself.
-[] write in
[] Sniper's Nest: While you would prefer to purge your base of the intruders, you have the issue of that autocannon sniper. Hmm sniping wildlife, that is a new one. Best find a way to deal with it somehow, but a flying sniper will be difficult to deal with in an urban environment without any sort of support.
-[] Write in
[] For hearth and home: This is your base, your home. You need it intact. Head in with just your forces to take out the intruders, deal with everything else later.
-[] Attempt an ambush or at least a sneak attack of some sort. Divide the intruders up and defeat them in detail.
-[] write in
[] Talking? Perhaps you can negotiate? You do not think they have much intelligence being in the guise of animals but you could be wrong. Perhaps they are sophont creatures as well? You have heard of stranger things.
-[] write in
[] Write In Action
Sorry about this folks-8/25
WyrmofFrost
One whose Muse delights in being coy
- Location
- USA
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
TLDR: This is going back on semi hiatus in that I am probably going to work on some of the codex stuff and maybe a partial novelization of what is here before restarting the quest in a new thread. A way to get stuff worked through again and maybe fix up some of the plot holes and gaps that are causing me problems in continuing.
With college spreading its grasp on my life I have had to reevaluate a few things. For relevance here that is the fact that my muse as of now is being decidedly unhelpful, I can write but just not quest stuff. Which is somewhat ironic since I started this quest to force my muse to be active, well its active but for different things. I think it is just the fact that while I need help getting a story framework going once it is out I just feel the need to get it fleshed out compared to the format of a quest. Sure there are ways to combine the two but not really well for me at least. I feel the need to not only do this rework but also work on some other ideas that I am feeling the urge to do instead of this.
With college spreading its grasp on my life I have had to reevaluate a few things. For relevance here that is the fact that my muse as of now is being decidedly unhelpful, I can write but just not quest stuff. Which is somewhat ironic since I started this quest to force my muse to be active, well its active but for different things. I think it is just the fact that while I need help getting a story framework going once it is out I just feel the need to get it fleshed out compared to the format of a quest. Sure there are ways to combine the two but not really well for me at least. I feel the need to not only do this rework but also work on some other ideas that I am feeling the urge to do instead of this.