BigPapaBelial

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan smiles looking at Gurs, "Ah, I see. Gurs, I remember you. I remember the iron I forged for you too." He pulls up the short sleeve of his robe, and points to a scar on his arm, "I recieved this one, etching the runes into your breastplate." He lifts his hand and shows a healed shattered index finger, "And I hit this while making your weapon." He smiles, "I remember much of the iron and steel I forge for this village Gurs. It'd be a pity if it went untended if it were to break. And who will repair your iron if it bends or breaks?" He smiles and leans into Gur's face, "I will." He turns then and assumes a place in the back of the group, "I shall be here. But I will stand at your shoulders none the less."

And so it was that the old goblin paced along at the back of the pack. Listening to the chatting going on. Repeatedly he would turn to look back over the path they walked, just to make sure they were not being followed. Old habits from his time as a Warrior long ago, rusty but still able.

After sometime he spoke up, "There are stories of a time when all these tribes, were one great tribe. Ask the Great Elders and the old Shaman about it some time. We were feared once. The high Goblin Clan. What it would have been like to have been a Goblin then."

He turns in time to see Gurs as he day dreams almost walk into a tree. The old Goblin says nothing. Not needing too a good warrior would fix his own folly.

He is just turning around again when he feels it in the earth at his feet. He looks up his eyes going round as the owlbear thunders out of forest, "Great Ancestors, Mentors of the Forge, Elders of the Past...watch over us." He sets his hands to the pair of warhammers at his hip, "Run or stand." He growls. He looks around at the younger goblins, "Run or stand!" He hisses a little more urgently. Owlbears can be dangerous after all. And only in the stories has a goblin, human, orc or elf ever really talked an Owlbear down.

@Searat@Aristocles

Goblins of the Wilds

@Aristocles@Searat

The days had gone by, and Koglan had worked. And helped Siwa during her pregnancy as best he could.

But it's the news of another Goblin tribe, another clan, some chief getting ideas. Koglan didn't like to admit it, but in his years, he'd seen the tribe come into more then one single raid.

So upon hearing the news of a potential raid he put the word out, his stock pile of weapons, armor and other items would be open to those who had a need of them. His smithy went from mostly empty to having several shelves and armor stands. Coats of goblin mail, several heart plates, helmets fitted to a standard size, armored greaves for those who might want it.

Koglan had worked on, much to his own detriment perhaps, making extra weapons. A few swords already in the making, axes, maces. He would make sure their hunters and warriors are well cared for.

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So it is on the day of the assembly to head out into the forest, another goblin arrives. Koglan striding up to the meeting place, wearing his smiths robes. He sighs, "I may hold you up...but I want to help." He reaches under his robe and draws a pair of hammers, "I will help." He nods, "I have spoken on this."

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Ranger Krait

Lex growled trying to keep pace with the bikes. The next turn ahead coming fast. He's getting ready to turn the next corner when the first of the rounds pings off the armored chassis of the jeep. He should know it wouldn't have broke through but he swerves anyway. More rounds ping and crack off armoring and leave small spiderweb impacts on the armored plastic windshield. With one hand on the wheel and the other reloading his shotgun Lex lets out an annoyed growl, "Damned Terrorists. You have to make it hard. Always making it harder then it needs to be!" He lays his weapon across his lap and begins the turn when he sees that small packet in the one woman's hand, "Oh you have got to be..."

Everything seems to slow down and he knows he hasn't cast Slow on himself. He can see the bomb, and through the sparks of the rounds still pinging off the jeep the two sweepers sitting in the middle of the tunnel.

This isn't going to turn out good.

Then boom! And everything went red, grey and white as that explosion flared inside the confines of the tunnel.

So much so that Lex can't swerve and ends up smashing into one of the legs of the sweepers. He's not sure which one, or it's designation. He doesn't care. The jeep coming to a stop. Lex blacks out a little. The crash setting his ears to ringing, the explosion rattling his head.

As he comes around he can see through the dust that target he had seen tearing through some slugrays.

Shaking himself out of his daze he looks up at the sweeper, "Gotta get moving...What the hell is the deal with these things anyway?" He tries to get the Jeep started again, "Gotta get moving. We gotta go." Wasteland lets out a low growl, as if in agreement.

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

You know what we can just move on...

New scene?

First search area or something?

The scene on the back of the Air bison is nice and all but we can move forward. Shift the scene forward.

Just an idea.

Unless we're done here?

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Mistihkoman dodged back, but not fast enough, the knife slicing across his hip. He grunted then let out a sound that sounded more animal then human, that shot, a big thick .40 round from a revolver hit him high on the shoulder, oh the pain. But somehow the squat powerfully muscled native man only staggered back. His eyes closed in pain. But when he opened them, they almost glowed. His mouth cracked open, his teeth grit in a rictus of pain...and feral rage, "This Steel Horse mocks us? These white men mock us more then this Train does cousin!"

The squat native man slung the gunstock club from his shoulder, and despite the pain draws his own knife, long, heavy like a short sword almost, and the deadly looking tomahawk, "You and me nistes. We dance the Koman dance." He charged, any man cut, and shot should have run, but no. Mistihkoman charges, catches Sparrow up under his ribs and drives him back. The door into the next car thumps, cracks then shatters as Mistihkoman and Sparrow fly through it. The tackle lays the Navajo man on his back, as the Cree man sails past him rolling then back to his feet.

Mistihkoman grins, "I'm going to cut you, and you're going to cut me. And when the dust settles someone will lay here in a pool of blood. Maybe me, maybe you. Maybe both of us even. But when this is over, one of us will have gained a new scalp. And I like your hair nistes. It'll look good hanging from my belt!" With a war whoop Mistihkoman launches himself at Sparrow, tomahawk already whistling down through the air at the grounded Navajo man's head.

Translations

nistes = Cousin, my cousin, my first cousin, also a term of gentle respect between native peoples meeting for the first time

koman = knife, quite literally a "sharp edged tool" could be given to an adze or a edged file or rasp as well. But more often used to refer to knifes.

Goblins of the Wilds

Yeah a time skip might be okay. I didn't know what else to do after that post and I also got swamped at work and didn't have the energy to post.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Iqaluit Airport, Nunavut
Gate 27-A
Requisitioned Briefing Area

Eric sat with the Navy and Army Grunts. Those very same grunts still giving him looks. As alot of them couldn't believe that Team Osprey, slightly well known even with Vic and Nat around, had lost a good man, and the remaining member of the team had gone from Frontline Light Infantry, to this whip thin, grey in the hair before his time, grey, dark blue and black camo-armored up man with a novelty Canadian Toonie for an eyepatch over his missing eye. The novelty toonie had been dulled down of course, so as not to give him away. He's Vic and Nat's stealth, unofficial third man after all. That's why he sat with the grunts. Either way Eric sat, head cocked to the side as the first bit of information is shared, "The Numbers site and the Nuke Defense are almost common knowledge." He muttered this mostly, Thule is known to a few people in the gathering and this much is known. Victor hums and runs a gauntleted hand on his chin, his helmet set in his lap, damned small chairs barely able to fit him and Nat, he mutters side on to Eric, "Hacking that Nuke defense site could be a swell move. The States though have their ways."

Carl raises his hand to speak, getting a nod, "So you're telling us, there's a Black Bio-weapons site here? That's going to make things even worse Sir."

Nolan hummed rubbing his chin as the briefing continues. He shakes his head, "Feelers in all kinds of nations and places. Wouldn't surprise me if they have connections to AQ, even Hezbollah, I'd bet they've even funded them in the past for some things." He sniffs, "This is going to be a tough nut to crack." He leaned back abit to listen as more information is dealt out.

And now the nitty gritty of it. The plan.

Nolan leaned forward and nodded, "Inflitration, quiet, no witnesses." He hums, "We can do that." Eric in the meantime, single eye half lidded nods, "Coming in from the East. I can do that." He pats Brute on the shoulder, "I'll clear you and the Major there a path big guy." Victor grinning broadly, "Much thanks. When it's our time to go in we bulldoze into the underground section and deal unholy hell to the ones who remain."

Nolan looked to Eric and Andrew, "We dive our needle in first, and when the spear tip reaches us we watch the edges." Eric nods, "I'll ghost around the edges of the compound while the others are inside, make sure no one tries to sneak out behind the heavy team."

There are affirmations around the room at the plans. And people start to shift. Nolan looks to Andrew, "Let's get our kit squared away. That Snowstorm will make it harder for them to register the shots we're going to have to take. We better also bring Ruafoss and either Incendiary or Explosive rounds. Make short work of our targets." Eric gets to his feet and shifts to the side as Natalie and Victor also get to their feet. Causing their dinky little terminal benches to squeal lightly in protest. With all the weight on them the benches have been bent out of shape. He nods, "I've got to source some semtex, I'll get in and set some of the charges on emplacements our sniper friends can't reach. And provide a few packs for the exit cave in." He walks off, following the snipers.

Victor stretches, then looks at the rest left in the room, the Juggernauts near by. And the command elements. Carl looks back with narrowed eyes, "This isn't going to be a simple Smash and Out is it big guy?" Victor gestures at his fiancee, "Just like Nat said, this is going to be something we can't tell anyone about. This isn't going to be something simple. This is a save the fucking world and hope no one ever finds out about how close it came to human extinction deal." He groans and nods, "In the end, we'll be silent heroes. Of an operation everyone will be sworn to secrecy about. And no one will ever learn about, because if someone does. We failed." He looks around, letting that hang, "I don't intend to fail boys and girls." He sniffs and nods, "None of you better intend to fail either." He turned and made his way out, towards the hanger they had been lent to kit up.

Carl hums, "He's got a way with words huh?" He said to the remaining troops in the terminal.

Avatar: Order of the White Lotus

Work has left my muse kinda quiet. I've been working on a really big post I've owed a friend for awhile now. Besides that I'm doing okay. I'll try and get a post in I swear. Just not sure on what at the moment.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

Mistihkoman spotted the two riders making their way forward. And narrowed his eyes. Then was shoved forward. It's then he spotted Sparrow. He caught his balance and shouted, "You! You mock the honor and the pride of the First Nations people! I am Mistihkoman! Big Knife! Scout, Hunter and Brave of the Plains Cree peoples!" He then started to run, his gunstock club held low, "Your scalp is mine to take Traitor!" He shouted as he stumble-ran onto the platform, lowered his stance then unleashed an almighty rising upper cut with his heavy club up at Sparrow Hawk's jaw. The weapon, shaped literally like the stock of a rifle, with a mean looking arrow-head spike on the angled leading edge almost whistles through the air.

Academy of Noble Arms - The Golden Generation

Oli Cinter

Oli called everyone into the center, and as he does every PE class he gets everyone to take a seat in a circle. Letting them catching their breath for abit after those laps. After a short bit comes the stretching. Getting back, shoulders, arms, legs and ankles in there to make sure everyone is nicely loosened up. Oli may show off just a little bit as he gets back up to his feet by performing a handstand then up to his feet from there. Doing a lap around everyone to make sure they are doing their stretches correctly. Correcting a few here and there. Showing no favorites it seems. In fact he treats everyone near equally, going a little easy on Hailey this class after what she went through with the Dread.

After everyone is nice a limber Oli walks over to the white board, "Alright folks, behold our topic for a class or two. Now I know you guys may find this strange. But this kinda thing had to happen. Sure you have classes based around this. But I'm going to mesh abit all around." He whirled taking up the mantis fighting stance, "Eventually, everyone of you is going to have a moment of combat. We're all Noble Arms users, and in some way we're going to end up as warriors, protectors or soldiers." He whirls again taking up a Mafia-style boxing pose, "And though it sounds so easy, actually learning how to move during a fight really isn't as easy as it sounds." He walks over and stands behind Nath, "Even one of our ranged Arms users, maybe find themselves up close and personal with an Arms user like Henry. What's the first thing you can do in that case?" He looks around and not seeing any hands coming up he continues, "As a character once said in a movie, "We run, dodge, hide, the highland way." He nods. And steps away.

Then throws a hand into the air, "On your feet. Find a spot, no one within 3 feet of another give yourself room. First exercise. Minds eye now." He points to his head, "Imagine, your worst possible circumstance if you were to get into a fight. Is is a rifle like Jordan's, a scythe like Hailey, or a sword like Pablo. Think about it. And making sure you don't bump into someone. I want you to do everything you can to keep out of the way of your imaginary opponents attacks. Run, jump, duck, find cover, dive, hurdle. But make sure to stay on the move. Envision your opponent. And if you fall. Realize your dead." He looks at everyone as they make room. He watches everyone, "Ready..." He watches everyone then makes room himself so he doesn't get trampled, "Three minutes...go..."

Oh it was hectic. Students leaping and diving, rolling, running. By sheer luck no one was hurt. And through the whole thing oli is shouting, "The enemy is right in front of you, or they are so far away that you can barely see them. You need to get away. You need to survive. Don't trip, don't fall. That one moment is all they need!" Variations of this through the whole three minutes.

It's interesting how someone can work up a glow or a sweat while trying to dodge for their lives even in a simulated situation. When he calls, "Time!" He tells them all to walk to cool down abit, "Combat can be hectic, chaotic. People have lost their minds to blood lust, or become statues in fright. But I tell you here and now, the thing that saves lifes in combat." He stomps and almost seems to teleport right in front of Hailey, just almost appearing there in front of her, a flicker of movement and coat, "Is movement. Plain and simple. If you can move, you can jump, if you can jump you can run. If you can do any of those you have a chance at survival young lady Strassen. And the same for you all." He says as he steps away, "Movement is key. Speed, defense, offense, all stems from movement."

He grins as he makes his way through their ranks, "I know I seem intense. But other Noble Arms PE teachers like me, all stress this to their classes too. Because I for one, 8 years from now, want to look at a news paper and read about Nikolay besting several minor Arms users to save lives. Or hear about the RCMP and Jordan Quinn ended a hostage situation because he had placed himself in the best spot and landed that downing shot." He stops in the middle of the gym, then takes a deep breath, a charge on the air, "Now, we're going to do a crash course, pair up, only pairs. Find someone you don't usually work with. No ranged against ranged Mr.s Quinn and Gregario." He lets out a breath and holds up his fists, a pair of leather gauntlets, The Great Ali having formed, "Summon your Arms, we're going to have a little sparring practice." He spaces them out, so no one will get in each others way, handing out padded vests, and head protection, enough to take the brunt of a few good hits from a Noble Arm, "Now as per usual, I don't want you using your more fancy abilities. And no going for those debilitating blows. You know the ones I mean. But one proviso. Keep moving as much as possible. Line up a blow, then move. Find a shot, then move. You've got Free Real Estate in your sparring areas. Use it. We've got another half hour until class gets out. We'll switch every five. Let's rock and roll. Ready?" He claps his hands together, putting some force behind it, The Great Ali producing an almighty SMACK! on the air, to signify the session start.

It's the crack and pop of swords against vests, a boom of a rifle, a pop of a pistol. Crack crack crack of fist weapons. The hiss through the air of a blade of some sort. Oli making his way through the sparring groups. Giving impressions on certain situations, opening up new ideas for one fighter or the other. More options to move, more options to attack or defend.

Soon class is coming to an end and he claps his hands together again, "Okay cool down, desummon, relax. Sit or stand, close your eyes, arms at your sides, big breath in, hold it...big breath out. Calm and kind. Big breath in, no stress, rest." He nods, "Well done all of you. In summary ,remember,movement is key. move, jump, dodge and run." He smiles, "I'm proud of you all. We're going to to be working on this for abit. and through our the year to strengthen your reactions. Take a moment, relax, come down from the high. Take a moment the showers are open if you need it before next class." He smiles then bows to them, "Class dismissed my young friends."

@Landaus Five-One@The Man Emperor@Th3King0fChaos@Letter Bee