EliteCommander

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

Could you message me the details of this mission? I'd like to continue this one as you originally intended.

Star Wars - Scum and Villainy

I don't know everything about the story, or what you intended to do with it. If you could tell me what you planned for this mission and the RP in general, @Sep I might be able to do something.

Also, if the issue is that you do not have the time to GM RPs, there is the possibility that I could just GM this thing while you become a regular player.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Though fear still permeated her body, she started to show hints of surprise once Raa changed her tone. She did not know she was talking to someone who was barely an adult, and she did not know how what to do. In her mind were deep-seeded fears against the Council, but even she did not think that all of the trillions of souls who lived under them were just as corrupt. She did not trust the Turian in C-Sec, but she largely ignored him. Raa was the one who was relatable. "A...slave?" She stuttered, her arms trembling as she started to feel some uncertainty. Being made a veritable slave to the Council was one of her fears, so the mention of it caused her to think.

The Turian tensed once more when Donny started to step forward, but the fact that he had put down his rifle, and his sympathetic attitude surprised her once more. She was not expecting anything like this from the hardened soldiers of the Council. She started to look uncertain, particularly when Donny mentioned family, as it caused her thoughts to shift back to her own family down on the planet below. She wanted to see them again; she wanted to live.

The woman started to sob visibly and audibly, and began to shakily lower her weapon. However, that stopped when Tacticus spoke. His indirect threat and general military attitude reinforced the notions she held about the Council, so while the others had started to surprise her and cause her to doubt, she feared Tacticus. Quickly, she snapped her weapon back up and tensed her hand around it. It was difficult to determine whether it was intentional or the result of her inexperience with firearms, but she fired the weapon, not at Raa or Donny, but at Tacticus.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei let out a sigh once Janius shouted out from across the room. The fight was over, Harriet's judgement had been decided, and the crisis, it seemed, had passed without unnecessary bloodshed. But, she could not start to think that her responsibilities were over. There was yet much to do. She had to examine and interrogate Harriet, select a new alpha for the clan, and now, it seemed, deal with one of her potentially-corrupt lieutenants. Harriet still needed to be stabilized, and a holding cell prepared, so she supposed she could deal with this Argonian first.

Meesei started to head towards Janius, but detoured a moment to pick up her clothing and other belongings from the ground in the training arena. Such a quick transformation had snapped some of the strings, but by design, they were easy and quick to replace. She slipped the ring she had taken from Harriet into one of the pouches, then carried her belongings under her arm over to Janius. "Galsek, I assume? Did you detain him? I suppose it would be best for me to deal with him now, rather than later."

As the fight had started, Ahnasha had left the room with Rhazii for his protection. Only now that she had heard it was over did she return At first, she ran up to Meesei with worry, but then calmed once she saw that she was mostly unharmed. Or at least, not severely wounded. "Oh thank Hircine you're okay. Not...that I ever doubted you, of course." Ahnasha said with a smile. It was forced levity, but after all they had been through, she wanted to get away from the constant sense of danger that had been hanging over them.

Kaleeth had been in the crowd for the duration of the fight, and while she approached Meesei and Janius as well, she did not say anything for the moment. Meesei's fighting had impressed her just as much as it had most of the rest of the clan.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Indeed, the only fate for a traitor is death." Meesei answered. She combined her own magic with Najirra's to stop the bleeding on her arms and snout almost immediately. Though, it would take longer to mend the wounds entirely. All of the crowd, even Harriet's supporters, were looking to her for her decision. Without an Alpha, Meesei was now the strongest symbol of authority they had, so they would follow her direction. Of course, she still intended to replace Jerrick with a new Alpha, instead of herself, but that decision would likely take a few days, perhaps longer. For now, she needed to give her answer on how they would resolve the final details of this terrible episode in the clan's history.

"But, before her death can come, I need to examine her. I mentioned before that her mind could potentially be under the influence of Clavicus Vile's magic. If that is the case, then it would not have been Harriet who performed the betrayal. Her body would simply have been a puppet to the Daedra's will. To kill her under those circumstances would not be right. However, if her mind was her own, and the betrayal her choice, then she will receive her execution, after I have time to interrogate her. As for the method the method of execution, and who will carry it out, I do not believe I should be the one to make those decisions, even though I have the authority. Jerrick, from all I have heard, was an honorable man. In enough time, I am certain we would have become friends, but I knew him for only less than a day before his death. Ultimately, when he died, I lost an ally. But you, all of you, his brothers and sisters; the members of this clan, you all lost a leader. Those close to him, his lieutenants, they lost a friend. And his family..."

Meesei turned to face Vera in the crowd, then walked up to her. "Vera, you lost your husband. Your son lost his father. If you choose to accept, it would only be right that you choose the method of his murderer's death, and who will send her to it." Meesei offered, her tone showing her sympathy.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

The Turian took a few steps back, closer to the weapon locker. She started to shake her head slowly as her hands started to twitch even more violently. "No...no they're not here for me, they're here for you. They actually offered to help us, not...take our land and livelihoods. You're just going to take me as a prisoner...or hostage. They told me what you would do."

Avatar still remained silent as it made note of some of the information the Turian was disclosing. It seemed that the assumption that the local civilians, at least aboard the station, were opposed to the hostile force was incorrect. Based on the Turian's apparent perception of the Council, and her attitude towards the incoming hostiles, she seemed to support them. It was uncertain if the same would hold true for the rest of the population of the planet, but for the moment, this Turian seemed to view the hostile force as potential saviors.

"If you're going to murder me, just...do it!" The Turian shouted, but even as she grew more forceful, tears started to form in her eyes, and her voice became more strained. With her gun still pointed straight ahead, she continued to stare down Raa while sobbing lightly, but not yet pulling the trigger.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

As Harriet's body went limp, Meesei released her grip on her neck and dropped her to the ground. The end of the fight was met with cheering and praise from her supporters, and silence from Harriet's. She had been arguably the strongest warrior in the clan, someone who her alphas looked up to as a superior; as a leader. But now, she lay at the feet of the Champion, defeated. In front of nearly every alpha in the clan, as well as most of its other warriors, Meesei had proven herself the strongest. The fight had been even, perhaps even weighted towards Harriet due to her ring, but the fact that Meesei had emerged victorious regardless meant that none could reasonably challenge her claim.

Nearly as quickly as she had transformed in the first place, Meesei shifted back into her normal form, with the Ring of Hircine reforming back on her finger. Given that it was the only object capable of remaining with a lycan through a transformation in such a way, the nature of her engraved metallic ring would not be a mystery to those attentive enough to notice. As for the other ring she had been holding under her tongue, Meesei took it in her hand and looked it over for a moment. Even just by observing it in the fight, she could tell that it was no ordinary enchanted ring. Its properties were unusual, and its power quite noteworthy. The charge it carried was greater than any reflection enchantment she had ever seen, so it demanded to be studied. For the moment, however, she simply held on to it, as there were other matters for her to attend to.

Despite her victory, Meesei was quite obviously injured. She was bleeding from the side of her snout, and there were sizable gashes on her arms. With the fight over, the pain would hit her soon, but she still did not prioritize dealing with her own wounds. Instead, she knelt down beside Harriet. Her windpipe was now open, allowing air to pass through once again, but Meesei needed to ensure that she actually started to breathe again. If her breathing resumed quickly, there would be no damage to her mind. In the time that she had spent in her wolf form, Meesei's magicka had recovered enough for it to be used again. She started by placing her hands on her chest, then targeting her restoration magic towards her diaphragm to prompt it to fill and release the lungs once more. Most of the time, the body would be set back to its natural rhythms if magic could be used to start the process. As with any serious injury, there was always a possibility of death, but as long as Harriet was properly monitored, she could live. Meesei stopped the bleeding from her neck and eye, then stood back up and directed her attention to a few of the healers who were present. "Keep her alive, but have her shackled, and make sure she is under guard at all times. It is not yet her time to die."

Finally, Meesei turned to Harriet's alphas. They had supported her, despite the nature of the allegations against her. However, that did not necessarily mean they were all enemies to the clan. If Harried had indeed been corrupted by Clavicus Vile, then it was possible that some of her alphas were corrupted as well, but Meesei doubted that all of them could have been corrupted. With any conspiracy, the more individuals involved, the greater the chance for failure. If even one of them resisted corruption, then that person could reveal the entire plan. More likely was that Harriet had commanded them through respect. They followed her strength and leadership, so they could not imagine that Harriet would betray the clan. But, if that was the case, then Meesei might too gain their loyalty. They respected Harriet's strength, but Meesei had just proven herself the stronger. It would not be immediate, but if she approached them with the same strength and ferocity that Harriet had shown them, they might come to accept their Champion.

"Through the trial of combat, Hircine's will has been shown. Are there any who would challenge this outcome?" Meesei asked the crowd, though her eyes were on Harriet's followers.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

At this point, Harriet was essentially at Meesei's mercy. She had to push through the pain of Harriet's claws thrashing against her arm, but they were weakening with every second that passed. Meesei's grip was restricting her breathing, and her eye socket was filling with blood. Even if Harriet somehow freed herself from Meesei's grasp, her damaged vision would all but guarantee Meesei's victory. Killing Harriet would be easy, but the duel did not necessarily need to end with a death, and she still wanted to keep Harriet alive.

Now was the time to force Harriet's submission. Her surrender would be just as effective at proving Meesei's dominance to the clan as her death, perhaps even moreso. Alternatively, if Harriet refused to give up, Meesei could just continue to constrict her windpipe until she fell unconscious. It would not be immediately lethal, and enough of her magicka had returned that she could probably keep her alive.

"Surrender, and keep your life!" Meesei shouted, her voice echoing through the now-silent chamber.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Ssarak's smile was constant as he and Meirin began to walk down the hall, in the direction of their rooms. Technically, they were in a public place, but there was no one else in the hallway at the moment. He had no problem with either strangers or friends knowing about their relationship, and felt no need nor desire to hide it, but he was aware that it was not always acceptable among humans to show one's affections around others. Though, he was not familiar with the specifics of those rules.

"Once again, I believe you are very much correct. I may not sweat, but that does not mean I can avoid bathing. Nor would I wish to. I rather like the water. Strange, I know, considering that I come from a place where lava flows like rivers. It amazed me that places outside my homeland had such large bodies of water as lakes and rivers. I have quite a few stories about my experiences with the water after I left." He commented. "Anyway, I will do all I can to help you, but...I am more accustomed to flying on the wind, not bending it to carry me. Still, there are principles of flight which I imagine are universal. Most likely. Well...I will be there to catch you." He added, mostly jokingly. It was a decent walk for them to reach their rooms, though it did not take too long before they neared them.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The tide of the battle was quickly turning in Meesei's favor, though she was not proceeding without injury. Her shield spell was providing resistance, but it could not stand against the strength of a werewolf. Her arm now had several gashes from Harriet's claws, her snout bled from Harriet's desperate retaliation, and she was forced to release the injured arm from her jaw's grasp to keep herself from losing an eye. However, it seemed that Harriet's desperation had clouded her judgement, as it was obvious that her attention was nowhere near Meesei's free arm. Harriet was a strong fighter, in and out of her wolf form, but this mistake could very well be the end of the fight.

Meesei struck diagonally up from below Harriet's line of sight to bury her claws into Harriet's neck, though, her intention was not yet to kill. She intended to stab her claws into her neck, but not into the precious blood vessels that carried the blood to and from her brain. She wanted to leave her claws there for the moment, to keep Harriet mere inches from death, but not yet kill her. Meesei still wanted the chance to interrogate Harriet, and she did not need to kill her to win the fight. Though, she would if it was necessary.

At the same time, Meesei released her grip with her other hand on Harriet's shoulder, then quickly jabbed her claws toward's Harriet's right eye while she was likely distracted by the hand near her throat, fully intent on blinding the eye. It was a highly offensive approach which left Meesei open, but Meesei felt her potentially-fatal attacks would force Harriet to at least attempt to defend.