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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2015 22:06:43 GMT
(( Yus. ))
Out in the middle of the road, freezing his ears off, a lone merchant was trying to fix his cart. But between lifting the thing, filled to over-flowing with rope tied bags, putting the replacement wheel in place and fitting it, in 3ft deep snow no less, it was a task no mere man could hope to meet. Dropping the cart and throwing the wooden wheel to the ground, he shouted to himself and kicked the cart in frustration. The crack of something rang out, seconds before the pained yell of the man echoed across the forest. Determined to get out of here and into the warmth of an inn sooner rather than later, he reached down and picked up the wheel, bringing it over with one hand as he lifted the cart with the one, balancing on one foot as he used the other to try and kick the wheel onto it's mountings.
It would have been a world class act if he could pull it off, but alas he did not...
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 8, 2015 22:23:00 GMT
Hearing the sounds of wood being hit, Elle grabbed her crossbow just incase she needed it. Finally walking through the snow, it didn't take her long to see the merchant struggle. Bringing her crossbow up to aim, Elle spoke up in her innocent, yet somewhat suspicious voice. "Who are you." She demanded, making sure her hood was over her face. Well, to cover her bright blue eyes at least.
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 9, 2015 0:35:26 GMT
((Really like the idea where you update the world. Good going. )) The feast started before Stalaken was finished with some work so he arrived a little late. The place was crowed as he pushed through to get a seat at one of the tables. For the party he took off most of his armor but he still had on his helmet and some leg and arm armor. He left his shields in his tent for they would have been too big to carry around in this crowd.As he walked to one of the tables he saw his Commander, Megatron, and his trusted officers chatting quite intensely while feasting. Stalaken wondered what plans they were making up for their armies, but he knew that taking orders was his thing, not making them. He found a seat at the far right table and joined the men in their happy eating and drinking. To begin his feast he took off his helmet and placed it on the table so it would always be in his sight. He trusted these men with his life, but not with his belongings. Stalaken started to wind down a bit as he drank and ate, for war does keep a man kinda wind up tight. But celebrating with his friends was good for his body, he needed a rest, be it a short one, from fighting. Even though he would never have admit that he needed a break. With his plate cleaned for the second time, he slowly sipped his wine from his cup. The sound and energy in the room was quite nice, the noise was soothing compared to the sounds of battle. Stalaken finished his wine and filled it up once more, Yup, He thought, This is going to be fun.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2015 1:09:59 GMT
Astrinal: The merchant froze when he heard your voice, although if it was because he was surprised or scared by your arrival it was unclear. Looking over his shoulder at you, he took one look at your crossbow before gulping loudly and lowering his cart. Turning around to face you, he lifted both hands hesitantly in a show of surrender.
I-I'm Leighlee, wandering merchant and lover of all things beer!
His tone briefly went into that charming, happy-go-lucky tone shared by all good merchants, before returning to a low one.
Please don't hurt me...
Stalaken: As another round of wine was served, food filling plates along with it, the room quieted suddenly. Standing soldiers seated themselves quickly with an unspoken command and all heads turned to look at the back of the hall. Lifting himself slowly, the clattering of heavy plate-mail echoing out across the silent room, the armoured King cleared his throat.
My loyal Decepticons, I have an announcement to make. Over the last few months, we have been fighting endlessly to unite the Isle of Kaon under one banner, and earlier this week, we achieved our goal!
The seated army raised their goblets in toast to their success, a cheer filling the room as they rejoiced in their victory. Waiting for his, probably, drunk soldiers to settle again, Megatron continued.
But our task has not yet been completed. Before the final battle of Kalis, I sent a fleet of scouts across the Sea of Rust in search of more land. As of their return a mere day ago, they brought news of something very interesting. Far to the east, they found land, but not like the one found here. No, they told tales of lush fields, blue skies and homed to a powerful empire. Lead by a supposed, ''Optimus Prime'', I intend to journey there with you at my back. Upon landing, we shall give them a true Decepticon greeting! Sharpen your blades, polish your armour, drink while you can, for come summer, we attack!
Seating himself, the roar of the party kicked back into life seconds later, the entertainment resuming where it left off and wine being poured into the chalices faster than it could be consumed.
(( I'm deeply sorry for Megatron's speech, I am not a very good writer when it comes to motivating people... ))
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 10, 2015 2:00:28 GMT
Current CharactersAstrinal Stormgear Steelcharger Black Sun Crashcourse
Blue means Autobot Red means Decepticon Yellow means Neutral
| OCC I'm just testing this out. So don't mind me. I'm for certain this won't be permanent change. IC Losing a bit her grip on her crossbow, but not all of it, Elle took a few steps forward to get a better look at the merchant. Bringing her hand out, she patted the coat the sides of of his parka, and a hit on the legs before lowering her her crossbow. She then slung the weapon over her back, then changed from a hostile mood to a moderate mood. She was still a bit tense though."What brings you out here at this time of hour?" Elle asked in question. "The next in isn't for another 30 miles, and that's a day's trip with a waggon. The last thing you'd want is to be stuck out in the cold." |
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 10, 2015 2:25:17 GMT
The feast was quite fun, which surprised Stalaken. For he wasnt a fan of joyous people singing and yelling. What he preferred was stern men yelling, for the blood of the enemy. But he was quite enjoying himself. He took another swig from his cup and slammed it onto the table, as the liquid burned down his throat. Yup, a great day
Then before he could refill the General stood, this caused every man to sit and be still. The General looked around, then spoke, "My loyal Decepticons, I have an announcement to make. Over the last few months, we have been fighting endlessly to unite the Isle of Kaon under one banner, and earlier this week, we achieved our goal!" This brought cheers and table pounding from the soldiers. Stalaken joined in heartily. When all the cheering ended he continued, "But our task has not yet been completed. Before the final battle of Kalis, I sent a fleet of scouts across the Sea of Rust in search of more land. As of their return a mere day ago, they brought news of something very interesting. Far to the east, they found land, but not like the one found here. No, they told tales of lush fields, blue skies and homed to a powerful empire. Lead by a supposed, ''Optimus Prime'', I intend to journey there with you at my back. Upon landing, we shall give them a true Decepticon greeting! Sharpen your blades, polish your armour, drink while you can, for come summer, we attack!" The news of a new land surprised Stalaken, who had been taught that the land on his map was the only land. If this news had come from any other man, Stalaken would have found it hard to believe him, but since it came from their Great Megatron he didnt even doubt the news. When the Generals speech finished everyone stood and cheered louder then before. For they now have another war, another way to prove to Megatron their loyalty and obedience. And who doesnt like to pound fools heads in anyways? Stalaken stood and cheered with his comrades. The feast continued but with more energy then before. Stalaken though grabbed his helmet left right after the speech and went to his tent. Took out his armor and started to polish them. His mind went to the new land and its people. He grinned as he imagined killing them for Megatron. Ahhhhh that thought brought him much joy. (( Naaa bro that speech is exactly what Decepticons need. Short, to the point and telling them another war is coming is the best part for them. So I'd say its a good speech for the crowd. . ))
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Post by Taggon on Jan 10, 2015 3:29:46 GMT
((Character sheet created on second post here. Awaiting approval.))
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 10, 2015 3:43:05 GMT
(( yeah!!! Taggon joins. ( Finally )) ))
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Post by Riptide on Jan 10, 2015 6:52:32 GMT
The wind whistled through Captain Riptide's hair as he stood behind the wheel of his ship, the Wavelength. It was a strong ship, yet she was one of the fastest on the sea.
He ordered the paddle-men to row to the right. He could see the enemy warship's crossbow-men lining up their shots. Riptide growled and motioned for his own archers to aim. The two sides fired, and men on both sides went down while the sides of the ships were riddled with bolts. However, he had something that he knew the warship wouldn't have. It was a "secret weapon" his men had plundered from a Praxian transport ship.
Bring out the cannon!
Five of the crew men struggled to bring up the massive projectile launcher onto the deck. Two more carried the platform it would sit on while another trailed behind with the rope and ammo. They quickly began to set it up. Riptide furrowed his brow in frustration as the enemy began to line up shots. His men were still setting it on the platform, tying rope on it to keep it in place. He could see the enemy bow-men about to place their finger on their triggers. His men were loading it. The enemy had their fingers on the triggers now and were about to fire when...
BOOM!!
The cannon fired and punched a massive hole in the enemy warship. The enemy bowmen wobbled and began to fall, releasing their bolts into nowhere. The ship quickly began to sink as his crew cheered. Riptide made a motion to quiet them down before smirking and raising a fist in the air.
The battle is not over yet! After that damned merchant!
His crew cheered once more before setting the sail to full rigging to give some help to the worn rowers. They picked up pace, sailing at high speeds across the waves. The merchant ship had fled soon after they engaged the warship, and had about a hour's head start. However, that ship was loaded down with cargo and fat merchants, it probably had not gotten that far. The captain knew that the goods it carried were not usual goods though. There were rare weapons and armors, rumored to be blessed by Micronus Prime himself. Also rumored to be on it were historical records of past Autobot leaders. Those Autobot museums would pay a heavy price for those records, and hopefully wouldn't care how they got them.
Captain! Ship located! The fools be ours!
Sharp eyes as always Locanus! You five, re-aim and reload the cannon! Bow-men, to the, well, bow! Take aim and wait for my order to fire!
He then turned to his first mate, Quill, and noticed the concerned look in her eyes. She was a lass he had hired on about five years ago. Other pirates had laughed at his decision to allow a woman on his boat, much less in a position of command. However, they were soon eating their words when Riptide returned with more loot than any of them had ever seen. All due to decisive advice from Quill.
Quill, what bothers ya?
Quill pointed at the merchant ship and then at the cannon.
Sir, with all due respect, firing the cannon on the ship will destroy precious cargo. Aside from that, we need to conserve remaining ammo for it as we have no way of refilling it.
You're right Quill, but luckily I had already thought of that. The cannon will be used for intimidation only... unless absolutely necessary.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Jan 22, 2015 1:43:42 GMT
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Post by Stalaken on Jan 23, 2015 3:56:44 GMT
He finished the last strap of his armor when a man entered his tent and said to him,
" Its your turn mate, I just now need some ale and sleep. " Stalaken nodded at the soldier and stepped out of his tent. He made his way through the camp heading towards the front gates. He weaved in and out of other men and carts going to their own jobs, Stalaken paid them little attention though as he strode passed them. He continued till he reached the gate and spoke to the guards there. Telling them that he was going on patrol, taking the other soldiers spot. They nodded since Stalaken was always on patrol and let him through the gate.
He walked away from the camp and started his route around its perimeter.
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Post by Krovennan (Quaketread) on Jan 25, 2015 0:51:34 GMT
Name: Krovennan Nicknames: The Greatwolf Gender: Male Age: 28
Home City: Kaon
Faction: Decepticon Rank: Knight-Commander Occupation: Frontliners, Torturer, Interrogator
Appearance: Tall and Muscular, with long brown hair flowing loose behind him, giving him a fearsome appearance in battle. His body is crisscrosses with scars, notable ones being a large scar across his face and a deep gash running down his right arm, seemingly from a wolf claw. Is never seen without his axe in hand or on his back. Mild stubble adorns his face. Eyes are hazel in colour, seemingly always searching for threats around him.
Armor: Wolfsbane Armour
Armor Description: A set of Plate Armour with chain mail underneath and covering the joints. The armour is covered with wolf motifs, including a real Direwolf Skull cast into the chest armour and covered in bands of metal and other reinforcements. Some believe this skull belongs to the mother of his Direwolf mount, whom he killed singlehandedly in order to reach the then cub Direwolf and raise him as his mount. Includes a dark green Cape, with Direwolf fur along the top, believed to be from the same mother Direwolf.
Armor Perks: Highly Protective, Resistant To Bladed Weaponry
Eye colour: Hazel Primary Cloth Color: Dark Green Secondary Cloth Color: Black [Optional]Third Color: Silver
Height: 6'4 Mount: Bloodmaw, Grey Direwolf. Often armoured with bands of steel and leather for protection Build: Miscular, but not overtly so.
Weaponry: Primary Weapon: Greatwolf's Axe. An enormous 2-Handed Greataxe. The shaft is a thick charcoal black wood with a riveted steel pommel, the blade is held on by four connecting points to the shaft, the enormous sharp blade curving upwards to end in line with the opposite edge of the shaft, and the other end reaching down to halfway down the shaft, tapering to a point. The blade can reach about 7-8 inches deep at the thickest point. The Greatwolf's Axe has an enchant,net on it, meaning Its weight is greatly reduced for Krovennan alone, allowing him to wield the massive axe in one hand. Swinging fast and hard. This enchantment has no detriment on the force the axe can deliver.
No Secondary Weapon.
Magic spells and runes: Fireball, Fire Plume, Short Range Lightning Bolt. Krovennan learned these spells to aid in his survival during his Slave Fighter days.
Pets: Other then Bloodmaw, none.
Melee: See above. Can also use his plated fists if necessary. Melee Weapon Perks: (Axe) Armour Piercing, Resistant to Dulling.
Tech Specs: Intelligence: 7 Dexterity: 6 Speed: 5 Endurance: 7 Courage: 8 Magic Skill: 4 Accuracy: 5 Melee: 8 Engineering Skill: 2 Charisma: 4 Rank: Knight-Commander
Personality Inside combat Krovennan exhudes the feeling of a berserker, usually trying to intimidate his opponent with relentless attacks coupled with primal ferocity and rage. Usually aiming for where he'll make the best impact and exploiting that factor viciously for best effect. Outside of combat Krovennan is very gruff and seemingly harbouring disdain for almost everyone around him, whether it be through calm disinterest in petty celebrations or squabbles, or loudly berating/threatening a grunt who displeases him. His battle reputation allows Krovennan to exploit the fear of those of a lesser rank than him to his own ends, be that getting information from a peasant or managing to empty an Inn for use by the Decepticons with naught but a few well placed threats. Will usually draw his axe when displeased, to further the intimidation factor.
History: Krovennan was born property to a slaver, the result of an u sanctioned Union between two slave fighters. When the slaver found out some years later, Krovennan's parents were sent to the arena unarmed and pulled apart by wolves. The young Krovennan was sent into the care of the slave fighters, and very quickly learnt he was all out of friends in a place where the weak are picked apart for whatever can benefit the strong. The harsh environment turned Krovennan into a ruthless individual, and that rage soon turned to his master. When he was sent into the arena for the first time, his opponent was given the only sword in the arena and the slaver promised to free whomever won.
Despite the odds, Krovennan disarmed and killed the other slave, demanding his freedom, the slaver agreed to free him...from his painful existence, and sent the wolves on him. Krovennan slaughtered the entire pack and flung the sword like a javelin, straight through the slaver's chest. The freed slaves scattered to the winds with the exception of an elderly woman, who revealed she was a mystic, and was greatly impressed by Krovennan's ability. Offering to help him become stronger, the mystic aided Krovennan in creating the Greatwolf's Axe and teaching him his scant few spells. When the old woman died, Krovennan set out on his own, stumbling into a Direwolf's lair.
Defeating the Direwolf, Krovennan took its young cub and raised it as his companion and mount, carrying the skull of the mother Direwolf as a part of his armour and her fur for part of his cape. Offering his service to the Decepticons, Krovennan gained the nickname Greatwolf for his prowess in battle and rose to the rank of Knight-Commander, now merely waiting the next battle.
Family: Mother and Father both Slave Fighters, Deceased by wolves.
Strengths: Krovennan's mount is a valuable asset in battle, loyal to a fault whether Krovennan is riding him or not, and a useful ally in combat. Krovennan is rather strong and his axe's enchantment allows him to swing his heavy weapon with greater speed and force. His basic spells allow him further options in combat, including electrocuting heavily armoured enemies, setting buildings and dry fields on fire and some basic crowd control ability. Fearsome personality when displeased means he can intimidate a large amount of grunts and peasants with little effort to get his way. Rage belies his cunning, allowing him to supersede a cocky opponent's expectations if they do not take him seriously.
Weaknesses: While smart, he can get carried away in the heat of the fight, meaning he can overextend and get surrounded if allowed to do so unchecked. Plate rumour does not cover the joints, and the mail Is easier to pierce than the plates. Ranged proficiency is limited due to basic spells, can be outraged fairly easily. Not especially fast in combat. Scars can be exploited to wrack his body in pain. Making him easier to fight.
Other: Mothing to add atm.
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Post by Ripclaw and Chelmist on Feb 9, 2015 1:23:13 GMT
Name: Garnillur Tyrannilor Oppionus Nicknames: Garn, Wolf Gender: male Age: 25
Home City: None
Faction: Neutral Rank: None Occupation: Monster Hunter, Hunter
Appearance: Garn has black hair and a black beard. He has s scar starting at his forehead and going down to his chin. Garn wears heavy leather armor with light chain-mail under his leather armor. He has a steel shoulder guard on his right arm. He wears a leather cloak with a leather hood. Three straps go across his back, one strap carries a reinforced longbow, one carries a shortsword and the last one has a one handed longsword. His leather armor is a dark black and green.
Armor: Armor Description: Garn has a most, unique armor design. It consists of 3 layers. The first layer seems to be only leather but it is actually both a light-weight and thick type of leather made from thin elephant hide, bear hide, an deer hide. The leather is all sown together evenly and it is painted accordingly to where it all looks like a specific piece of leather from one animal. The second layer consists of a light-weight chainmail. While the third layer is on the outside and it is his hood and cloak. It is made from a special unknown animal ( Dragon and Griffin ) hide along with a special alchemist formula that makes it resistant to high temperatures and cold temperatures. Armor Perks: [Limit of two] [Ex: Heavy Duty, x2 Thickness] .Garns armor is x2 thickness .Garns outermost armor is resistant to high temperatures and cold temperatures.
Eye colour: Right eye is blue while the left one has a eye-patch Primary Cloth Color: Black Secondary Cloth Color: Dark Green [Optional]Third Color: Dark Brown
Height: 6'1 Mount: White horse with black going up its front legs and back legs Build: Bulcky, skinny and tall
Weaponry: Primary Weapon: One-handed LongSword Secondary Weapon: Shortsword, Bow and Arrow, throwing knife, long-ranged rifle Magic spells and runes: None
Pets: .Large bear, Werem .Large tiger-wolf hybrid, Tarn Melee: One-handed LongSword, Shortsword Melee Weapon Perks: x2 sharpness, x2 damage
Tech Specs: Intelligence: 5 Dexterity: 5 Speed: 5 Endurance: 7 Courage: 10 Magic Skill: 6 Accuracy: 8 Melee: 9 Engineering Skill: 5 Charisma: 6 Rank: None
Personality: Garn keeps to himself some of the time. He mostly takes matters seriously. At times he can be quite emotionless. Although, sometimes he just goes to using his weapons instead of politics. Having mostly a violent and lonely childhood makes him be carefully with people he doesn't know or doesn't trust. The few friends that Garn does have he trust them dearly with his life.
History: Garn began his first 0 - 13 years of life in the isolated mountains of Zathra or better known as "The Mountain Range of Illikonus, First king of the Valliur Empire. His next few years he had spent on the deserted jungle islands better known as "The Forbidden Isles" or "The Islands of Trankullias." His father and mother died when a group of Pure-blood werewolves attacked them of a hunting trip. After this, Garn was forced to defend himself. With his knowledge of weapon craft, engineering, gathering, hunting, and tailoring he made himself a large fortified house. He began To hunt werewolves as a sign of revenge against them killing his parents.
Once he had reached age 17 he had built a boat and traveled back to the mainland, but it was very different. Their were only a couple remnants of the Valliur empire and many new factions rose out of the Valliur Civil War. The Deceptican and Autobot factions were at war once again after taking territory that the Valliur Empire had lost in it's civil war. Monsters now romaed the land more frequently ever since that civil war and the smell of dead bodies and conflict. Soon, Garn became a Monster Hunter and Hunter to earn fame, money and honor across the land.
Family: Mother - Lydia Oppionus - Deceased Father - Derecik Oppionus - Deceased Strengths: Garn is most skilled in tracking and hunting all different types of animals. Garn is one of the most skilled swordsmen of his time. Garns courage helps him face overwhelming enemies others would flee from. Garn is skilled in the art of parkour allowing him to scale walls and doge out of the way from danger. Garns armor is specially made from monster he hunted and from dangerous creatures making it strong. Weaknesses: Some people see him as a outlaw making it when he goes into a town sometimes he will be attacked by the local people. Garn is vulnerable to most ice and water spells. Although Garn is skilled in swordfighting, shields and blunt weapons can stun him since he has no head armor. Sometimes, Garns courage betrays him, me might go up against too many enemies or a very powerful creature. Garn doesn't trust most people making it hard to find allies.
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