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Construct, Human, Cat, spiritlike entity, and slime creature. Very well. There is no way this mission will go absolutely wrong or anything. So tell me, do any of you actually have any training or experience in negotiations, diplomacy, or cultural rituals of any kind? No? I thought not.

Well, in that case, it looks like your first order of business should be to acquire yourself a local guide, and find someone with some diplomatic weight on site to advise you.

Details? Right, I did say there would be some.
The two tribes in question are a modular species, and a large land herbivore with thick fur and eight legs. Modular means that they effectively build themselves out of specially grown organic systems, as well as some inorganic parts. They use various spells, runes, and rituals to effect synthesis. That is, their magic is as piecemeal as their bodies are. And yet, it works.

The Buffalo Spiders have taken possession of what amounts to an entire tribe of these things. Hey? Does someone have the name of the creatures? Unpronouncable? What do the other plains dwellers ... unpronounceable? Well, what do we call them? What do we call them that's not vulgar? Well, better start thinking of something if we're gonna get a group of them here. Just do it, dammit.

Where was I? Oh, right. We lose a lot in translation with the modular creatures. How or why the Buffalo Spiders have taken this group, and what they might accept in exchange for them, is unclear. Could have been a trade, or conquest, or, who knows? Maybe someone lost a bet.

Now, your objectives are as such:
Priority is to get the SpellWeavers of the modular tribe. Even ifyou are unable to come to an arangement, or unable to rescue the rest of the tribe, you get those SpellWeavers And return them to here. We'll give you return orbs for the purpose. Additionally, you need to get at least one of their organ plants. So they can grow new parts.

Second priority is to return the remaining beings to the modular Tribe. most of htebeings are either animals or memebrs of other species that inhabit hte plains. a few are of the same tribe.

Third priority is to keep the peace. If you can make suitable arrangements with the Buffallo Spiders for the exchange, that would be ideal. If not, well, at least try not to piss them off too much.

Fourth priority is recon and other items or beings of interest. if you find out, for instance ,that the modular people need some kind of special crystal, or the seven moons to be aligned in some special way, we need that information. Probably.

I open the floor for questions and discussion.

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Omega Legion: a mission based game inspired by Einsteinian Roulette. All credit for to Piecewise. All glory to the hypnotoad.

We're gonna go kill this dude, because he's taking advantage of the street kids, selling them off by the hundreds, making child armies and prostitution rings and bullshit like that. Selling kids to mad wizards. Omega Legion gets enough of the results of that kind of thing as it is. We don't need someone mass producing nutjobs for us.

So, these guys, they like exotics. So we're gonna go in like mechants of flesh ourselves, and sell 'em some exotics. Then we're gonna attack, right? From inside and out. Bam!

Ah, speaking of, I need a volunteer who can handle commanding a mostly trained beast. Just afew simple commands: attack, heel, stop. that kind of thing.

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glory to the Hypno Piecewise!

You all line up next to an odd looking cart. It has trisegmented legs instead of wheels, and they jut out at odd angles from it's rounded body, as if whoever built it didn't know which way was down. the cart contains provisions for the journey - torches, food, cooking supplies. there are several objects for heat sources that do not burn, because, you know, you'll be in cramped caves and such, and they don't want you dying of asphyxiation or anything. You are also given a set of guidestones to help you find The UnderElves and the place where the UnderDwarves went missing.

You prepare to head into one of the tunnels to do that weird teleport thing, but are led instead out onto the plateau and told to throw sand in the air. They don't look like they are joking either, so after a moment, you start throwing sand in the air.Soon, it becomes evident than the sand falling around you is far more than the sand you throw. After a few minutes, you begin to be swept along on a suddenly tilting mass of it, tumbling and nearly being swept under. And then the sand slows and settles, leaving you in the expected darkness with only the sound of your curses and the slow hiss of moving sand evident.

A large metal box, filled with soldiers, falling through the atmosphere like a big, angry, grey brick, accompanied by dozens, hundreds, thousands of similar bricks bent on death and destruction. Their own or, preferably, The Other Guy^TM. The wind outside roars your battle cry for you. It says - without words - "I'm a big, angry brick, and I'm here to kill you."

They know you are coming. Diversions have been set in place. Counter measures to their anti brick weaponry have been launched. Lots and lots of bullets, rockets, and lasers have been fired. But you are dropping into "the largest offensive campaign mankind has ever seen." And you are grunts. Soldiers. Pigdogs. Rookies. Snotnosed rats.

You are probably going to die.




This is a quick RTD about massive combat in which you're character is a numerical designation, and will probably die in the first battle. Your second character is another numerical designation, and will likely die in the first battle. Your third char.... and will likely die in the first battle. If anyone makes it to the end of the battle, or accumulates 10 characters, they may qualify for a named character -a  sergeant possibly even. If the game lasts that long.

be warned that my other RTD takes precedence over this one, and this one is semi experimental.

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Senna takes her place alongside the Technician (Alaran) and the Lieutenant (Dessmo), and they chat for a minute while the rest of you file in, make small talk, and generally get settled.

"Okay, let's begin." Dessmo says. "We'll be jumping to Port Heron directly, in a small skipjack. We'll Dredge for a day, and take our haul in to be sold. At that point we'll meet our contact in Heron. Or rather, I will, while the rest of you remain on the boat. I'll be making arrangements for our travel inland. We've had reports of three different situations in the region that we'd like to look into.

First, a hive of insectpeople has apparently been expanding, to the southwest of Arelinth. It could be normal growth, but we'd like to check and see if there isn't something else going on. We've had issues with these things before.

Second, there have been tales of burned fields, smashed woodland, churned and blasted prairies. there is little pattern to the destruction, and the culprits seem to avoid populated regions, except for nature spirits and the like. Several Sapients have been found dead near some of the more dramatic locations.

Third, there is a mehcanists' village to the north of Port Huron by a couple days march.  A local lorcling has decided that this should not be, and is mustering an army to march on teh village and destroy the work being done there."

"Now, as we go, we will likely split into tow or more groups for scouting purposes. Eye, you will be ... will b. ... ... I'm sory, is that a daffodil on your head?"

"Plantbaby!" The plantbaby squeaks, rubbing it's leaves together and bobbing.
>Plantbaby, The Eye affirms.

"Right, well. Anyway. You'll be acting as communications between the group at adistance, and may be required to travel on your own between locations. Your com units don't work well over the distances we will be moving.

Dar, Aylia, Senna, and Terrance will each likely be used to scout potentially dangerous suspect locations, And Noir and Samuel, we expect you will be shock troops for the most part, if it comes to combat. however, this is just a preliminary assignment, and not meant to limit your usefulness to one area.

Questions?"

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The four of you are gathered together in the cafeteria, after hours, eating stale bread and complaining about the lack of alcohol, or flitting around stealing shiny things and cawing loudly in people's ears, or strumming a lute mournfully for handfuls of table scraps from your fellow Legionnaires, when a couple Legion officers enter the room as only those in authority can do. They scan the room momentarily, then scan it again, looks of disappointment and resignation on their faces. The senior of the two just shakes hius head mournfully, while the junior stares in bemusement, apparently not having yet fully become accustomed to the oddities of Omega life.

"They'll do" The senior officer grunts, and leaves.

"Ah, but ..." the junior begins, then thinks better of it. "Okay."
"You lot. There is an infestation of spiders in the caverns connected to the basement of Castle Corvonis. They are getting out of hand and need to be eradicated. The castle has been evacuated already. only a few soldiers remain at this point. We are sending you immediately." And with that, she turns to the door she entered through and begins waving her long, blue arms rhythmically, flexible fingers extending impossibly far as she traces patterns into the outline of the door. It glows blue for a moment, and then goes dark - darker than the canyon outside. She then turns and gestures quickly at each of you, and you feel your brands hum as you are linked together and to the mission.

Almost against your will, and certainly before yo ucan even ask any questions or gather any supplies besides what you have on your persons, you step through the doorway into a wide, circular room, with a stairway going up along the wall, and a trapdoor, closed and barred in front of you - barred from this side. The cellar lies through that trapdoor. presumably, the courtyard to the Castle lies through the double doors behind you. Small, narrow windows are placed at intervals along the winding stairway, and the room is dusty, as if furniture that hasn't moved in years was hastily lifted and dragged along, scattering the detritus of years in it's wake. The four of you look at each other quizzically, and at your surroundings with whatever emotions that sudden press-ganging left you with.

I am the Placeholder text, having rolled a 1

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