'controlled demolition!!!!!!!!!'

My Cabby is a Kaiju

Lets talk about giant reptiles.

Both Keetongu’s people and the Skakdi used Tahtorak as steeds. The Tahtorak themselves were sapient and able to speak simple Matoran. There’s no record of them complaining about being ridden, and in fact they only wanted to commit violence against the Skakdi because they kept fighting endless wars. 

After the migration out of the GSR, the Tahtorak have plenty of room to roam about, but are vulnerable to being captured by the new Skakdi empire and used as weapons of war. They’d be very aware of this fact, and probably more inclined to integrate with the more peaceful New Atero society if they provide food and protection in return. 

But what to do with a pile of giant Kaiju capable of leveling the city?

You let them level the city, or rather, you hire them to perform controlled demolitions and cart off the ruins of old Agori settlements and the dismantling projects of the two giant robots that are cluttering the planet. Money doesn’t really concern them, but they understand that the city puts currency into accounts for each of them and withdraws it when they eat from the communal rahi herds the Matoran raise for them. 

But there isn’t room enough for all the Tahtorak to be in and around the city at any one time, and there are other city-states and communities being established by various groups far away from New Atero. Getting messages, people, and supplies over vast distances safely is something of a problem due to bandits and dinosaurs with laser cannons running amok. 

But few things are inclined to take on something as big and tough as a Tahtorak, both over land and during their ocean crossings. Especially when word gets around that Miserix has starting hunting down anyone that injures his favorite creations. Several Tahtorak are quickly hired on by the post offices of various communities, and even more are employed by shipping concerns to safely transport their goods. 

Those Tahtorak with more mellow dispositions are employed within cities to transport people, acting as an above ground subway system that (carefully) walks over traffic and between buildings. Those Tahtorak who are a bit more clumsy but still friendly act as living cabs between cities, often with small shelters installed on their backs for overnight trips. The ride is safe, but sometimes a little bumpy. 

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For Goblin Week: The Word of Goblins.

So I’d done a partial writeup of this before, but now that I’ve got the deluxe version of Godbound to play with, might as well do a full version.

GOBLINS

The word of Goblins is all about the low bringing down the high, the weak tearing down the strong, the goblin screaming and clinging to someone’s head while stabbing them with a rusty knife.  Its miracles mostly just produce goblins from unexpected and occasionally horrible places. Also? Explosives. Goblins like bombs.

A Godbound of Goblins can command goblins in their presence, up to one mob of any size. Greater Goblins (Hobgoblins and Bugbears, and Barghests) get a Spirit Saving throw to resist, and cannot be commanded to suicidal actions. (Nilbogs also get this save, but if they make it just do the opposite of what you ordered them to do, the little shits.) They are treated as having an 18 charisma, but only for goblinkind, which honestly is as much a downside as benefit.

Lesser Gifts:

“Oi, get out here you lot”  Action

You summon a Small Mob of Normal goblins. They come pouring out of whatever entrances are available (Goblins squeeze surprisingly well. The entrances can be very small.) The goblins are perfectly loyal until you use this gift again, at which point they run screaming for the rear and let the fresh troops take their place.

“What? How Did they even…” On Turn

Commit Effort. You use Goblins as a weapon at a range of 200 feet, doing 1d10 damage and making attack rolls as normal. The goblins burst out of nowhere (Sometimes carving their way out from the inside of an enemy), screaming and stabbing with knives or spears, There’s no visible connection between the user and the enemy’s contraction of a severe case of goblins.

“Loot and Pillage!”  On Turn

Commit Effort.  As long  the effort remains committed, your goblins will bring you any mundane item or domestic animals you might need as tribute. (Animals may be slightly damaged in transit). The objects vanish when the effort is reclaimed, because goblins are shifty little bastards and made off with them again. Goblins can’t carry any object larger than a horse, and if they eat the objects brought, they won’t lose that nourishment after the effort is reclaimed. (In fact ‘they ate it’ is a perfectly valid explanation for where the objects went.)

There’s good eatin’ on them.  On turn

Commit effort for the day. You, and anyone affected by your Goblin Word are able to eat and digest even the most disgusting slop. You are immune to any poison or disease you might otherwise be affected by ingesting, and can gain nourishment even from things that demonstrable aren’t edible, like mudpies.

“ONE OF US ONE OF US!” On turn

A visible creature of hit dice equal to or less than your level who swears loyalty to you is ‘adopted’ into a goblin mob, becoming subject to the effects of the Goblin Word. This gift cannot affect more than 100 characters per character level in total. Over time, the adopted will actually physically transform into some sort of goblinoid.

“Break things”  Action

Goblins under your command lay siege to a structure no larger than a small house, employing violence, explosives, and strong language to tear it down. This can be destructive, causing 1d20 damage to those inside, or controlled demolition, leaving them unharmed. Larger structures must be taken down a piece at a time. This does not affect weapons or armor.

Greater Gifts:

Wolf Riders  Constant

All Goblins under your command gain +1 Hit Die, a hit bonus equal to your level, and a morale of 11, thanks to bonding with monstrous mounts. Worgs and giant rats that make up the usual goblin mounts are counted as goblins for purposes of your Word.

They brought how many bombs?  (Smite) Action

Commit Effort for the Scene. You set goblin sappers to work. For the rest of the scene, as long as the target is on the ground, you can detonate a goblin mine underneath them for your level in damage, with a hardiness save for half. The blasts can destroy structures less sturdy than a stone building. These bombs can only go off once every other round, as this is a smite. 

Boss, no! Instant

Commit effort when you’ve been attacked. The nearest goblin will leap in to take the hit for you; if it’s area attack, this is the nearest mob forming a human (Well, goblin) shield. Any damage left after the goblin or goblins are killed will still hit you.

They say lovers are made from missed courses around the moon, debris from falling light every time doubt has a window. I wake up to feel okay in these words we lay upon longer than the backseat of our emotions. it’s raining in my mind too, and I used to think we could fold these hands into a sin bruises could become, but all we do is talk without saying a word. we leave before our lips can taste the air fighting for your palms. we call this trying, these knuckles hardened from placing words inside a heart that only sees a fuel as a means to rot. we’re drowning in feelings we woke with time we aren’t willing to spend. we’re drowning in existing as one, but having separate hands for talking to the voices under our tongue. we’re drowning in words that hold more meaning in silence. I tried to wash the blue out of my sadness, to warm the abandonment out of the sky. I gave you the ocean and got nothing but salt in my wounds. I gave you the sun and lost sight of myself. I gave you warmth and you used my smile to cut out the parts you loved least. This love is a controlled demolition, and our breaths are running out of tests. I used to count the days since we’ve last talked, in a way I still do… but I no longer do it because I miss you, I do it because it’s therapeutic. I’ve been alive this long without you…? I guess you weren’t that important. It’s a funny thing… ya know? Love it compels us to feel, love it makes us wrong… love… we want to do right. That’s the thing, isn’t it? We’ve been dancing like this for too long. I used to love you to every star an astronomer has named, I used to love you enough, I know I did. I think we fell off somewhere. some letters start with I love you, some letters end with I hate you. some nights start with a sigh and some nights end with crying. some mornings I still smell your coffee, some mornings end when a memory of you has successfully altered my day. some lovers take a month to get over, some lovers take a few lifetimes to forget. you used to be my favorite sunrise, I’d wake up early just to see your face. you used to be my favorite sunset, I’d stay up long enough to catch you slipping away. you used to be my late night conversations, I’d kiss you goodnight. you used to be my starlit moon, I think in a way you still are. when I think about it, all of it… I’m glad that we fell into love. I am. When I think about it, I’m glad that we hurt each other. When I think about it, I’m glad that we happened. Why? Because if we didn’t meet, if we didn’t love, if we didn’t break– we would’ve hurt someone else anyway. It had to be us. It was always going to be us. So I’m happy about it. Even if we’re no longer together, you still linger on my skin and chiseled into my spine.

Even if we’re no longer a thing, our love–
it’ll meet my future lovers with a smile
and I owe you my whole life for that.

Through the good and bad–
I’ll remember the good. All of it.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

anonymous asked:

forgive me if this is a silly question, but: in sécurité, kepler states jacobi as his second in command ("and mr. jacobi will be acting as my executive officer and second-in- command") but in time to kill, lovelace (still as master of arms since controlled demolition?) seems to have complete control of the situation/crew. i'm a little lost on the chain of command here, could you explain? / does jacobi retain his second in command rights?

De jure, Jacobi outranks everyone except Kepler. 

De facto, there’s some wiggle room given each characters’ personality traits and how they deal with stress and emotional extremes.