What do you mean this isn’t how Path of Fire ended?
I can't wait for Mad Max Turtle Road when End of Dragons is out
You get to see my driving in real life now!
Rytlock: What time is it?
Logan: I don’t know; pass me that saxophone and we’ll find out
Logan: *Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*
Vanessa: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING
Logan: It’s 2 am
a funky fresh rydak
you know the young aide-de-camp in rytlock's office, laria
you can talk to her and she'll inform you rytlock granted her the powers of his station just because it would be very, very funny, which I feel tells you a lot about how he operates as tribune
>What's it like working for Tribune Brimstone? Challenging...exacting...but I enjoy it. He's even given me clearance to issue some orders in his name. I think it amuses him to see senior officers take direction from someone they outrank.
welcome to the tribune's office, sharpeye. i'm in charge of 29,000 troops and on sangria sundays so are you
when i finish icebrood finally and I'm sad 😔
Rytlock + Sohothin (thanks @i-mybrunettelady for the inspo!)
I realized that with how Floppy is, the standard in-game way your Commander comes back to life wasn't going to be how she went about it. So I actually wrote something on this.
Below the cut as usual
Where am I?
Who am I?
What’s going on?
The lost spirit opened its eyes, taking in the misty surroundings.
“What is this place? I feel like….there’s somewhere else I need to be.”
It began to walk, trying to remember where it needed to go.
“There is something I have to do….. or is it someone I have to see…?”
It continued to wander through the foggy fields, filled with clumps of trees mixed into crumbling ruins.
As it wandered it found other lost spirits, but they were all unfamiliar, and just as confused as the spirit itself was.
Eventually the spirit stopped in field once torn by battle, and sat down at the base of an old twisted tree.
It sighed, “I feel so tired…” the spirit lay back on the tree “perhaps answers will come to me in rest.” With that the spirit closed its eyes and fell asleep…..
A loud scream echoed across the field, and the spirit awoke with a start.
“What was that?!”
The spirit turned its head to see a large creature, a monstrous gaping mouth stretched across its torso, with a bright blue glow.
The monster saw the spirit as well and began charging at it.
Instinctively, the spirit dodged to the side reaching for its back. “Where’s my staff?!” The spirit cried.
“Wait, my staff. I’ve remembered something!” The spirit smiled with triumph, but it was short lived as the monster began to charge at them again.
The spirit quickly looked through its surroundings, many rusty broken swords and bows littered the field, something had to be usable…..wait there! A greatsword stuck into the ground, it was rusty and old, but looked usable.
The monster now almost upon the spirit, it made another quick roll to the side. Then swiftly ran to the greatsword, seizing it and pulling it from the ground.
Good she thought, I can use this.
Gripping onto the sword she began to feel power coursing through her. She looked back at the monster, she could fight this.
The monster began to ready a charge, preparing for the attack she raised the sword and began charging it with energy.
When the monster started to charge she released the energy, condensed into a purple beam of light coming from the sword.
As it struck the beast, she felt something jolt inside her mind. Memories flowing through her brain, a small home in a swamp, a trading post filled with friends.
When she snapped out of the memories the beast had come close, it swiped at her with its clawWhen she snapped out of the memories the beast had come close, its fists coming down onto her.
She gasped, suddenly finding herself feet away from the monster, a clone being smashed In her stead. Her powers...it was all coming back to her.
She began to charge at the monster. She jumped up replacing herself with a clone and teleporting behind the beast, slashing its leg.
Once again more memories flooded to her, a home left, a new place to fit in..and...her name!
Vlixxa Floppy, that was her name.
The monster was connected to her memories, and she had to destroy it to get them back.
The fight continued for some time, the monster was able to take many hits, and delt many attacks.
With each strike to the monster Floppy remembered more and more. People she knew, people who were gone. Battles she won and lost. Tears fell down her face as she attacked, every memory filling her with emotion.
Then the final hit was dealt, and the monster fell. With it came a surge of power, and her final memory.
She was fighting a great foe, a god. She had no chance, and was struck down mercilessly. Now he was going to destroy the world…
The power that had surged into her was tugging at her soul, pulling her towards something.
She followed the trail, and met a lich imprisoned by the god Balthazar’s magic. After listening to his words, and ignoring them, she finished following the trail to a portal, a way back.
Did she want to go back? A battle against a god seems impossible to win, and she’d already failed once. Should she just go on, go further into the mists and leave this all behind?
But guilt struck deep inside her, how many would die because of Balthazar? She had done the impossible before, hell, she’s already died! The worst has already happened to her hasn’t it?
She sighed, “seeing Aerri will have to wait.” And stepped through the portal.
love how rytlock's first reaction at a friend's funeral is to complain about how sad everyone is and how it's bumming him out. that's prime brimstone
Three dads help their daughter prepare for the science fair.
Hate how this game treats spies. Oh no they're not trustworthy what if they're spying on us. Yeah that's the point. There wouldnt be an entire legion and TWO whole orders dedicated to spying if it wasnt important and necessary. They're always keeping secrets! Yes! they know secrets you couldnt even dream of. They know more than your stupid little blood or iron brain could comprehend. Shut up. Appreciate your damn spies.
Another one of those things, that in hindsight, not only aged like milk but is hilarious. The best teacher and role model?
Ah yes, 'shirks his military duties as a Tribune whenever possible' Brimstone. 'Unleashed a god of war on accident' Brimstone. 'Sired an absolute bastard that almost brought the world into icy oblivion' Brimstone. That Brimstone.
Anyway I hope Laria's doing well in current times! One of my favorite minor NPCs.