As if I’d ever get high. I am respectable straight edge dark elf.
I’m just saying, fusing a girl and her dog isn’t that bad.
I mean we’re already slaves to Fate. But yeah seems like a major pain when you fighting them. Should focus on gains.
Oh is this like they nag you to into going along?
Now I just have these vibes of a noire detective story starring the dark wizard himself as a private eye in the ivory city of vice. It’s fantastic.
The key word is consent.
Artefacts are more likely to be capable of such things. There is a shapeshifting sword as dark as a shattered shard of starless night skies, that thirsts for death and devours the souls of its victims and even that of its own wielders.
…is the sword a romance option?..
I mean in medical operations it’s the parent that signs off on it right? 
It was odd returning to the ivory city of vice, can you imagine being a stranger to your home? For all stench of lies and decadence hit me like an old lover that knew I’d come crawling back no matter how bad it got. I was perplexed, I couldn’t begrudge it, for it was a comforting sight despite all it brought, I knew it would always be open to me. Seeing familiar but aliens sights. An ironic name, ivory but steeped and drenched in corruption. And now I have to waft my nose through it to sniff out a murder. Mine.
Count down to the announcement that Shatterd is on hiatus while the author pursues their new passion project.
Dark Elf Detective: the Edge Lord Reefer
Plus DED:TELR is a great acronym.
I mean… it will eat you, so yes if you’re into that. And into being an obedient little puppet.
Beneath the blinding white of the spires spread its rotten roots. Here lie the forgotten, the unknowable, the untouchable, the unseen masses that let the most beautiful city in the world crush their spines to dust, lest it splatters them altogether. Enshadowed streets, tar-black from the lazy roiling smog, narrow and blackened capillaries of its dead and empty heart, roamed by those more shadows than people, dead, empty eyes darting about, clutching at the rags covering their emaciated bodies.
In the dark, the furtive ember of the cigarette on my lips was the only light. The great and mighty city of the elves loomed over us mundane folks, hovering ominously as it eclipsed the sun. The disgust that flooded me, all too familiar, forever out of touch, always in sight… always in its shadow. My kind’s legendary lack of self-awareness was admirable in its consistency, that no one could fault them for.
The cigarette burning my fingers had overstayed its welcome, still gazing disdainfully at the upper city from my cozy slum alley, I made a show of flicking the slowly smoldering butt towards it before moving on.
There is only one way up… my gaze wandered to the very top of the shantytown, or where it used to be as I stepped over a sprawled and mumbling drunkard. The darkened wrecks surrounding an ashen circle all steered clear from, except for the most desperate. A gilded platform levitated above the ashes, immaculate and so very out of place. As were the heavily armed guards that surrounded it. I couldn’t help the cold sweat on my neck, the tightness in my chest at the sight of them.
The night owls… in all their glorious, deathly splendor. There were only three, and three were all that were needed. A poor woman stumbled, half-blind, clutching at her chest, wheezing… “Halt.” Spoken like a whisper, it would be her only warning. A single step more and hands flew to blades, with a blinding flash of steel, her head was sent flying, a flick of the blade cleaned its nearly immaculate edge, and in the same breath the blade returned to its scabbard.
And when its head turned to me, I felt the chill of death, the stare of the reaper, and the same warning at the edge of silent lips. Then a second face, and a third, they felt my presence as easily as I felt them, no one can fool a night owl. The watchful eyes, the silent slayers, the eternal guardians of the ivory cities. The ornate helm turned in my direction was meant to mimic the profile of a deadly bird of prey, leaving only the mouth and eyes uncovered, the glyphs glowing on its surface a testament to the true sight they grant. From sleek, imposing runic spaulders cascaded a cloak of feather-like metal scales, softly glowing with power, hanging far from the skin of the hunters, and beneath they wore only a tight and light form-fitting armor.
There was no need for cumbersome plates, not when they wore their enchanted scale cloaks. Each held a different weapon the first had two curved swords at her hips, the second wielded a long and beautiful glaive and the third a resplendent two-handed blade. But there was no doubt, that each of them was as much a master as the one who slew the addled woman.
If things go sour here, killing even one will be difficult. “How far your ashen lands, malkyne. How far the barren wastes you call home.” The first owl spoke softly, her fierce gaze dissecting me alive. “Shed words or shed blood, whichever your fate you will make haste…”
I mean, to be fair a story set amidst the cutthroat politics and broken society of the elves would be really interesting to write.
Oh it’s a dom and into vore. Bleh.
Hopefully they don’t deal with tree spirits and whatnot.
High elves were first to make massive affronts to nature, I can guarantee they don’t give a shit about what the Lorax thinks.
“I am the lorax and I speak for free market, an affront to nature is an affront to me without enticement”
So there are tree spirits? Do humans have brick spirits? Tax spirits?
While normally I’d disagree with the phrase affront to nature, given that God exists I suppose there’d a literal definition of it here. Then again they made Elves so they’re automatically wrong.
Spirits stem from all things, they are like smaller gods, coalescing spontaneously from any and all things, it may be trees and other life forms, or simply an idea. As there are spirits born from trees and flames, there are spirits born of the smog, mirrors, hearths and furnaces, of the stale water in sewage systems, just as there are spirits of murder and jealousy, gold and bread.
No matter how artificial or synthetic, all the things we make are part of nature, and the spirits will adapt to them.
“Oh yeah do you think tearing off an entire chunk of a country and sending it into the air to do super-meth in the wednesday orgies, while me make the peasants work underneath and fight for our scraps, might have long-term consequences?”
“Bro, we literally invented racism, you think we give a shit about climate change?”
Who?
Yes, the obvious and devastating outcome of fucking around. The finding out part.
And the wrath of ancient spirits is only part of it, rejoice.
Elves only have elves to blame for elves existing. Don’t throw the fault in the lap of whatever it really is the Aquileans are unknowingly worshiping.
So are we eating spirits everytime we consume bread?
No spirits aren’t always tied this way to what makes them manifest. The average mortal will never interact with a spirit in their entire life.
Spirits are usually linked to something this way when it’s something significant, not a random consumable. And even then, it wouldn’t be immediate, the severed link would consume them slowly until they fade.
Sorry, plural small g addendum
Then again what defines a god? Like a murder god wouldn’t fit creation. So like embodiment of something? But then a spirit would do. Or we could go by might makes right like normal people.
Sounds like a skill issue, should’ve undermined the consequences more.
Though given how we can have a spirit for anything, religious wars must be fun. I choose to champion the spirit of … stubbing your toe on furniture. My religion is better than yours.
Honestly yes given that they’re long lived. On the other hand floating cities are pretty bomb.
…Are there no dolphins in this world?
There are different kinds of god. Some of them are ascended mortals others are ascended spirits, others seem to… always have been there, to the point they themselves have no idea what they actually are.
This planet has its gods, or had, but there are others beyond the void, on other worlds. And between them.
The mortal gods the people of this world knows were once heroes, legends who transcended their mortal nature and returned as ascended gods. Defined by their nature and deeds, war, storms, authority, sunlight, defiance, murder, anger, love, sexuality, anything that a mortal might conceive of can also define them.
Other gods were born spontaneously, like the Forgefather born from the first embers of a forming world, or Kurrow of the first plagues. Evolving then as the thing they were an incarnation of evolved. The forgefather becoming complete when the mortals first used fire and stone to shape a tool, Kurrow becoming the god of medicine as the first wisemen used the plants of their environment to heal others.
What makes and doesn’t make a god is hard to describe, because they are varied in origin in nature. A “god” only exists in a sense from the perspective of a mortal, to which they are beings of unfathomable power and the living avatars of the world around them.
Otherwise they would be just like us, beings torn out of the void, brought into existence by random chance for no other reason than to simply be.
Why yes, I will hold open the demon core with a screwdriver, what’s the worse that could happen.
Conflicts were common among the worshipers of old gods, but rarely too violent. When you have so many gods to choose from, if you choose to worship one, might as well worship others that align with your vision of the world. Only clerics and priests dedicated themselves to a single god.
There were extremists, but that wasn’t really the norm. What Aquilea brought into the world was the idea that there could be a single god. At first.
Elves are the masters of having zero self-awareness and remembering too late that they will be forced to live with the consequences of their choices.
If they could survive the giant enemy crabs, there probably are… somewhere.
Typical elven arrogance, believing they invented racism when dolphins exist.
Idiot, should’ve had someone else hold it open.
“Give praise, for he has no equal, worship him a God has been born into the world. Cower in fear, he will not forgive Amy vice, devote yourself, your fate is overwritten, what is a god? Omnipotence given form. For what he did he invoke creation? So life may thrive.”
Anyway this just means I have to fight many gods. For the crime of not making me more perfect. I should’ve been 6’5.
Speaking of mortal gods, is that actually them or would they be a clone? Especially if someone is deified while alive.
Oh we’re in dark souls. How many poison swamps are there?
It is them, new and improved. If you’re alive, think of Odin sacrificing himself to Odin, the apotheosis will tear you apart, burn you to ashes, remold you as you are reborn in your true divine form.
Smiles in japanese
@bl00dragon Can you post some info on the game at the top page? Like how most authors do, like for example
Summary
Features
ROs
Notes
and stuff like that?
@bl00dragon I see the older posts before mine talking about something completely different. Are they talking about what they experienced in the Alpha demo or is it from a different game?
You’ll have to be a bit more specific than this, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
I mean, there is a summary of what you can expect from the game. As for the rest, I guess I can take a look at what the cool authors do, and shamelessly st… I mean, take inspiration.
But there are some things I don’t really want to reveal yet, especially about the future romance options, so I’ll stay vague about some aspects of it.
Exactly what it meant. Read the posts right before mine. I was asking if what the readers are talking about in the posts before mine in this forum are from the Alpha demo of Shattered or from a different games since you were involved in some of those topics.
The summary is… We were making Slaanesh. And now we’re amnesiac and a tsundere.