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Nice post November - I know what you mean, it's hard to 'sneak up' on two elite warriors in an enclosed room with only one entrance! My GM side says tough titties but my rper side says I was thinking Marko could have smoke bombs or flashbangs to use. Maybe not 100% sneaky but they'd disorient the guards and put the initiative in your favor, and totally be up a rogue-ish thief's alley.
Sweet post @Kimiyosis! Now someone calm her down before she kills us all! :)
Peeking his head over the rim of the barrel he'd crouched behind, Grady scouted the deck for the pyurgist. The man in the motley coat had his back to Grady, his attention of the Aleph Null and the havoc he was wreaking on its ventus sails. Wincing as though experiencing sympathetic pain for his expensive, expensive sails, Grady pondered the open expanse of deck between him and the pyurgist. He could make a dash for it - firearms were no good of course - and hope to get his trench knives within range before the fireater noticed him... ...remembering Kimbull's horrific death, Grady discarded the idea. He'd make a charge if he had to, but only if he knew someone else was working in tandem with him. Confronting a superior force from multiple angles they stood a chance, but a lone man's charge was simple suicide. The captain took another furtive look for any crew to coordinate with.
What the fuck is Cally doing!? he thought, seeing the girl poised at the freighter's railing as though about to hurl over it. Then he saw her lean back, hauling the doctor up over the railing like a fisherman's shittest catch. Another quick glance and he caught Van Williams' eye. Plans formulating even as he was moving, Grady bolted across the deck toward the doctor and the girl, while signalling for his first mate to join too.
"Glad you could join us," Grady huffed while sliding to a halt next to the pair, making sure to position himself behind a capstan for cover. "Alex - you and I are taking that gobshite down," he spat, gesturing to the pyurgist. "You circle around and wait for my charge, then come in from the side." As he spoke his hands were making subconscious signals from his days in the Sorrowars - [on me; flank left; pincer attack] "He gets me I want you to gut 'im."
"Doctor, juice us up. That fire hits either of us I expect to live to tell the fucking tale." He didn't know if the Doctor had anything ready-made to take care of such a request, but a genius Solurgist with a clutch of aidkits and 6 ounces of the purest aurum crystals had better be able to fucking improvise.
He turned to the girl, poking a finger at her chest. "Cally, the lads are getting fucking routed. Round 'em up and hold the line - you and the doc.. I need those boarding ramps clear by the time Balder joins us." He didn't know why he trusted her to be able to handle it - she was just the hanger-on from a promise he oughtn't to have made in the first place, but it took grit to leap across an airship gap with a fireater running amok, and he'd seen the girl practicing with her blade before.
Grady paused, squinting in confusion as he looked at the Aleph Null, its sails still more or less intact, the fires diminished if not outright extinguished. He scanned his own main deck, made out the form of his sailing master, clutching her stannum necklace and practically swaying from the exertion of putting out the fires. "Atta girl," he muttered. It was hard to put into words the feeling of seeing his crew rising to these challenges. As a young man, fresh out of officers' school and joining soldiers from all across Allevent in the trenches, he'd been petrified of battle despite his training. Over weeks of bloodshed he'd come to see war not as the glamorous adventures of his childhood imagination, but as nightmare made living. It wasn't for several months of pitched battle at the height of the Sorrowars that he finally came to see war as neither high adventure nor terrible tragedy - it was merely the crucible in which you forged your character anew, tempered to ever-greater hardness.
That was when he first started feeling the honest, indescribable satisfaction of leading his men and seeing them grow along with him in the forge-fires of war. On the other side of the world, nearly twenty years after his own desertion and disgrace, he was seeing it again with his crew aboard the Aleph Null.
"Right, let's move it," he growled, nodding at the three alongside him before turning to peak over the capstan. Seeing an opening, he darted to a new position, knowing Van Williams would do the same in the other direction, so they could attack the pyurgist in tandem. Hoping the doctor's solution was capable of resisting those terrible flames, Grady spun his trench knives about his hands into a reverse grip, and then charged at the man in motley.
What the fuck is Cally doing!? he thought, seeing the girl poised at the freighter's railing as though about to hurl over it. Then he saw her lean back, hauling the doctor up over the railing like a fisherman's shittest catch. Another quick glance and he caught Van Williams' eye. Plans formulating even as he was moving, Grady bolted across the deck toward the doctor and the girl, while signalling for his first mate to join too.
"Glad you could join us," Grady huffed while sliding to a halt next to the pair, making sure to position himself behind a capstan for cover. "Alex - you and I are taking that gobshite down," he spat, gesturing to the pyurgist. "You circle around and wait for my charge, then come in from the side." As he spoke his hands were making subconscious signals from his days in the Sorrowars - [on me; flank left; pincer attack] "He gets me I want you to gut 'im."
"Doctor, juice us up. That fire hits either of us I expect to live to tell the fucking tale." He didn't know if the Doctor had anything ready-made to take care of such a request, but a genius Solurgist with a clutch of aidkits and 6 ounces of the purest aurum crystals had better be able to fucking improvise.
He turned to the girl, poking a finger at her chest. "Cally, the lads are getting fucking routed. Round 'em up and hold the line - you and the doc.. I need those boarding ramps clear by the time Balder joins us." He didn't know why he trusted her to be able to handle it - she was just the hanger-on from a promise he oughtn't to have made in the first place, but it took grit to leap across an airship gap with a fireater running amok, and he'd seen the girl practicing with her blade before.
Grady paused, squinting in confusion as he looked at the Aleph Null, its sails still more or less intact, the fires diminished if not outright extinguished. He scanned his own main deck, made out the form of his sailing master, clutching her stannum necklace and practically swaying from the exertion of putting out the fires. "Atta girl," he muttered. It was hard to put into words the feeling of seeing his crew rising to these challenges. As a young man, fresh out of officers' school and joining soldiers from all across Allevent in the trenches, he'd been petrified of battle despite his training. Over weeks of bloodshed he'd come to see war not as the glamorous adventures of his childhood imagination, but as nightmare made living. It wasn't for several months of pitched battle at the height of the Sorrowars that he finally came to see war as neither high adventure nor terrible tragedy - it was merely the crucible in which you forged your character anew, tempered to ever-greater hardness.
That was when he first started feeling the honest, indescribable satisfaction of leading his men and seeing them grow along with him in the forge-fires of war. On the other side of the world, nearly twenty years after his own desertion and disgrace, he was seeing it again with his crew aboard the Aleph Null.
"Right, let's move it," he growled, nodding at the three alongside him before turning to peak over the capstan. Seeing an opening, he darted to a new position, knowing Van Williams would do the same in the other direction, so they could attack the pyurgist in tandem. Hoping the doctor's solution was capable of resisting those terrible flames, Grady spun his trench knives about his hands into a reverse grip, and then charged at the man in motley.
Cargo is currently unknown. I haven't described why IC yet, but the stipulation from the client was to retrieve the box unopened. When the infiltration gets past the guards they can either grab the box and bring it to the surface or they can look inside, in which case I will describe what happens. If they don't look inside (or if they do and don't tell anyone?), once the mission is done Grady will ask his officers on whether or not he should open it anyway.
I will post tonight since I usually try to advance the plot each weekend. Since some posts seem to be a little sporadic, let's say that from now on we can continue to post as needed without waiting for more than a couple days for an author, and once a week I will push the plot along to the next major stage.
I don't want to penalize authors who have things going on in their lives, but I don't want the rp to bog down either.
Thoughts?
Oh, and I haven't seen much lately - last I saw in theaters was Ex Machina a month or so ago.
I will post tonight since I usually try to advance the plot each weekend. Since some posts seem to be a little sporadic, let's say that from now on we can continue to post as needed without waiting for more than a couple days for an author, and once a week I will push the plot along to the next major stage.
I don't want to penalize authors who have things going on in their lives, but I don't want the rp to bog down either.
Thoughts?
Oh, and I haven't seen much lately - last I saw in theaters was Ex Machina a month or so ago.
Yeah, Kimiyosis should have a post up soon, then our side of the mission will get going.
Belowdecks, it sounds like the decision was to attempt some stealth with Marko and failing that let Lasrach open up a feedbag of whoopass.
Belowdecks, it sounds like the decision was to attempt some stealth with Marko and failing that let Lasrach open up a feedbag of whoopass.
Oh, and as far as the hammer goes - after this encounter Lasrach can find/build such an artifice, but for this fight let's stay with the equipment already chosen.
The judges wear clothing beneath the robes but nothing more than cloth tunics, breeches, coats, etc - nothing providing significant defense. Assume the robes are tailored more or less to the individual - it may be loose for movement but not so loose that it becomes cumbersome or restrictive.
If you guys stealthily approach the door you can reach it and perhaps observe the Arbiters without them seeing you, but by entering the room you will immediately alert them and they will be prepared to fight, either because of the ships bumping into each other, or some passing sailors alerted them to the attack.
If you guys stealthily approach the door you can reach it and perhaps observe the Arbiters without them seeing you, but by entering the room you will immediately alert them and they will be prepared to fight, either because of the ships bumping into each other, or some passing sailors alerted them to the attack.
No, unfortunately not. Alumail can be forged, but not simply by infusing the armor with caith. It will take a lot of time for a master craftsman, using master equipment unavailable on an airship. I will leave it up to you to decide if your character is knowledgeable about this (I'd assume he is), but if you guys want the alumail you will have to defeat the Arbiters while they wear it. Or if you want to defeat them more quickly you can render their armor useless and attack them. Or you can use the caith from one set of armor to help win the fight while keeping one set intact, etc.
EDIT: Also, I would say Lasrach can store alumen in his hammer but it would dissipate fairly quickly, say in minutes. Unless he uses a hammer that is an artifice designed to be a caith-well (which would be awesome!)
Double Edit: I do however love the thought you're putting into the encounter! Makes me feel like a real GM :) Any other questions keep asking away!
EDIT: Also, I would say Lasrach can store alumen in his hammer but it would dissipate fairly quickly, say in minutes. Unless he uses a hammer that is an artifice designed to be a caith-well (which would be awesome!)
Double Edit: I do however love the thought you're putting into the encounter! Makes me feel like a real GM :) Any other questions keep asking away!
Think of a geurgist as a combination of Magneto and Toph ^^
If one of them can do something with metal/earth, so can a geurgist. The only difference is the geurgist needs the alumen fuel in the first place in order to do it.
As far as drawing alumen from an item, it depends on what the alumen is doing. If it is in the object naturally, like how alumen naturally occurs in all earth & metal, then a geurgist couldn't withdraw particularly meaningful amounts readily, and the amount that they could draw wouldn't significantly affect the object's integrity. For example, a geurgist couldn't withdraw enough alumen from a steel sword to render it brittle or degraded, or take enough alumen from a iron gate to rend an opening in the bars.
However, in terms of alumen-wrought weapons and armor like alumail - a geurgist could easily withdraw that extra alumen, rendering it as little more than an impractical bathroom garment, and then use that siphoned caith to fuel more geurgy.
Does that help?
If one of them can do something with metal/earth, so can a geurgist. The only difference is the geurgist needs the alumen fuel in the first place in order to do it.
As far as drawing alumen from an item, it depends on what the alumen is doing. If it is in the object naturally, like how alumen naturally occurs in all earth & metal, then a geurgist couldn't withdraw particularly meaningful amounts readily, and the amount that they could draw wouldn't significantly affect the object's integrity. For example, a geurgist couldn't withdraw enough alumen from a steel sword to render it brittle or degraded, or take enough alumen from a iron gate to rend an opening in the bars.
However, in terms of alumen-wrought weapons and armor like alumail - a geurgist could easily withdraw that extra alumen, rendering it as little more than an impractical bathroom garment, and then use that siphoned caith to fuel more geurgy.
Does that help?
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