EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Mine is the only non-GM Esyire. Fallen's main PC (I think) is Mar, a Naga.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth had a difficult time concentrating on what Vera was saying, as she was mostly just trying to maintain her faculties. However, as soon as she hearth the phrase, "you have my permission," she was relieved to be able to stop fighting it. She gave in willingly to let loose her beast spirit, which would hopefully mean she could retain at least some measure of control. She dropped her weapon and shield, while her armor fell off at the points that Janius had helped her design. At first, the hunters' frontline was not concerned at what they thought was another werewolf entering the fight, as they were well-trained to deal with them, but as she grew even larger, a few took notice. Instead of growing fur, her scales thickened and her tail lengthened. Her muscles mass grew exponentially, while her head and neck grew wider to accommodate the exceptionally powerful jaw muscles. By the time the transformation was over, she was the single most massive being on the battlefield, though Kaleeth herself was not entirely in control. She could move her muscles, but her will was more of a suggestion. Her beast spirit would determine what to do if she did not satisfy it.

Once Kaleeth was in werecrocodile form, the defense's frontline was quick to make space for her to charge. Her beast spirit likely would have forced her to, even if they had not. As she ran forward, she swiped her arm at the spears the enemy raised to her. For a werewolf, it was an attack that would likely end with one or more gashes on the arm, but against Kaleeth, her scales were merely singed by the silver. As her hide was much thicker and tougher, it took stronger, more direct strikes to penetrate her natural armor. Simple slashes could not cut through. Against werewolves, the hunters were trained to stagger their shields and help brace each other so their formation could resist their greater strength, but when Kaleeth's arm slammed against one of the hunter's shields, the sheer force overpowered him, and those helping to brace behind him, to knock them off their feet. The spearmen on either side of the hole both turned their focused to Kaleeth. One of the thrusts hit at too much of an angle and glanced off, but the one to Kaleeth's left managed to thrust the spearhead into her abdomen, though as he did not know how much he needed to commit to the strike, it did not go quite as deeply as he expected.

On reflex, Kaleeth, swiped at the spear, snapping its shaft in the middle, though it ripped the spearhead out rather harshly. The pain enraged her, so instead of pouncing on those on the ground, she roared and rushed the one who wounded her. The spearman raised his shield for protection, but much to his misfortune, Kaleeth intended to bite. She snapped down on his round, handed shield with almost unbelievable force. The steel bands were not enough to resist her massive jaws, so the wooden core snapped in two while the steel bands that had been reinforcing it bent around the two halves. Latching onto his arm, Kaleeth pulled him out of formation, stabbed her claws into his chest, then used them as leverage to rip his arm from is body. She spat out the remains of the shield, swallowed his arm, then released him to die of blood loss.

At the moment, Kaleeth was not fighting entirely like a beast, but she had far less control than the other lycans. One with the proper knowledge could use that to slay her, but she did have some advantage in this situation. Namely, unless most of the hunters had spent time in Black Marsh, few of them would have any practical experience dealing with werecrocodiles. Despite their strength and durability, werecrocodiles certainly had weaknesses that could be exploited. With agility an maneuverability, a team of hunters could surround and slay them without giving them a chance to respond, but if there were any experienced werecrocodile hunters among the enemy, they would know this was one of the worst environments apart from a river in which to fight one. With so many warriors filling the tight corridors, and the defenders supporting Kaleeth, there simply was not enough space to outmaneuver her. However, given her lack of inhibitions, Kaleeth still could not expect to get through unscathed, if she survived at all.

Even from the back of the mercenaries' lines, Meesei could see Kaleeth transform on the other side. This did mean that the defenders were still alive and fighting, but the battle must be desperate for Kaleeth to be picking up arms. It was good that the warband was now here to reinforce them. They had the mercenaries surrounded, but Meesei did not know if the defense was yet aware of that fact. As such, she decided it would be best to tell them herself.

Meesei's body started to charge with lightning for a few moments, until she released it into a spell of lightning form. From head to toe, her flesh looked as if it were made of pure lightning, which would both arc out to nearby foes, and protect her like armor, though to a lesser extent than a shield spell. From there, she sprinted forward at a group of mercenaries who were clambering to form a shield wall on their flank, then, when she was almost upon them, used a spell of bolt escape. The spell allowed her to dash forward essentially as a bolt of lightning, shocking any who she passed through nonlethally, but enough to briefly stun. She passed through several rows of the enemy and reappeared in the very middle of their force. Obviously, she was surrounded on all sides, but while the mercenaries were now aware that they were fighting on two fronts, the very last thing those in the middle were expecting was for a naked Argonian made of lightning to suddenly appear directly beside them. Lightning arced out from Meesei in all directions, which was again not lethal, but enough to wound, and certainly surprise, the enemies immediately beside her. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Meesei stabbed her bound blade through the stomach of a swordsman to her right, then used bolt escape to dash away just as quickly as she arrived.

After another dash, Meesei appeared directly behind two of the mercenaries' frontline spearmen. With a quick blast of telekinetic energy, she caused the pair to stumble forward into the spears of the defenders. Since her bolt escape had briefly stunned those behind her, she was able to join the defensive line before they could recover to attack her. "The warband has returned; now is the time to counterattack!" Meesei shouted.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I can help you with anything Esyire-related. Being that they are already established in the story, it would be easier to create one, would it not? :) If you wanted to, you could even help build the culture of your selected clan. My character is Ssarak Dyreackthanose, of clan Dyre (Esyire from the Scorched Lands tend to have their clan name as a prefix to their surname). The clans are Jev, Dyre, Xhoth, Thar, Shi, and Yera. This is the relevant post on the scorched lands: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/321649

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

The Esyire of the scorched lands are divided into several different clans, each with their own general role in overal society. Every clan has a mageblood that is most prominent, but of course not every single individual of that clan has that mageblood. My character has a different mageblood from that of his clan. Most Esyire lead a tribal lifestyle, apart from those in the city of Felldor.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

The tongue thing isn't nearly as good as the flying thing. Or breath thing.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I know I've done all sorts of things to help develop their culture and such. Being the only non-GM with an Esyire character, I do have something of a vested interest in them.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I know you're making your own race but...you should completely be an Esyire. The world could always use more dragons.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fear continued to dominate Kaleeth's mind as she defended against the strikes from the hunter's spear, no longer even attempting to counterattack. Her defense held, but only barely. His spear nearly bypassed her shield a few times, and at one point grazed her fins dangerously close to her skull. She obviously could not threaten him in a standard fight, but it was once he distracted himself with another opportunity that she was actually able to strike.

As the hunter snapped his attention to Vera, Kaleeth did actually manage to recognize the opening. Janius had lectured and trained her on strategy, so even if she was only still a beginner, she still had some proper instruction. Kaleeth had been taught to strike in times like this, so on reaction, that was exactly what she did. It was not a particularly graceful strike, as she simply stepped forward and swung for his torso, but it was at least going to reach him. Of course, the experienced hunter had expected that possibility, so he broke off of his attack to raise his shield in defense. However, what he had not expected was the sheer strength of the blow. As direct and clumsy as it was, the mace carried such force that his shield was knocked to the side, and he very nearly lost his grip on it. Still following her training, used her shield to bash him off of his feet. Kaleeth was not quick to follow through on the opportunity she had created, but an enemy on his back was easy prey for one of the other lycans in the formation, who quickly and unceremoniously ran a blade through his neck.

Despite her limited success, Kaleeth was no farther from her transformation. Her breathing was rapid, her heart beat wildly, and her mind was becoming more and more hazy. If she did not willingly transform soon, then her beast would take over entirely. "Vera...I can't hold it back...I have to do it!"

Before the first arrows could land, Meesei let loose a wave of telekinetic energy at the barricade. The arrows were blasted off of their course, and the archers themselves were staggered back by the force of the wave. One even lost his balance and fell back off of the fortifications onto the floor behind the broken gate. The healers and wounded were cut down quickly by Meesei's allies, and the only kind of defensive line the mercenaries had prepared were the archers themselves. Evidently, the mercenaries had either not had enough time to mount a proper defense, or did not expect such a large force to flank them. As such, there was nothing to stop Meesei from rushing through the open gate and finishing off the archer on the ground with a quick thrust from a bound blade.

Unlike when the mercenaries had first broken through the gate, there was no shield wall to occupy them once they were through, so the other lycans were able to quickly climb up the fortifications to deal with the remaining archers while Meesei herself continued to advance in search of the mercenaries' main force. Although, finding them likely would not require much legitimate searching. Blood and bodies created a trail leading down the hall deeper into the ruin, all of it very fresh, indicating that the battle might not yet be lost. Indeed, the number of dead mercenaries near the gate had been encouraging, though the number of fallen lycans increased the further they advanced into the ruin.

Meesei followed the trail as quickly as she could, though she could not outpace her werewolf allies. Once they had finished off the healers and wounded, Lorag rushed ahead, along with the rest of her pack. They could hear the sounds of battle ahead, and by the time Meesei came within sight of the mercenaries' rear lines, Lorag was already tearing into their backlines. Not intending on wasting a moment in their surprise attack, Meesei charged a potent spell of chain lightning in her hands and unleashed it into a different section of the enemy force, far enough away from her allies so it would not accidentally arc into them.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

The moment RK was able to upload into the interceptor, Avatar reactivated its tactical cloak and sprinted to the airlock holding the other interceptor, on the opposite side of the shuttle. It too had the same security measure as the first airlock, but since the solution to bypassing it was identical, Avatar needed only repeat the same process. As such, it was able to bypass the console in a mere 1.3 seconds. However, it did not immediately upload itself into the interceptor. Rather, it uploaded instructions to the vessel's autopilot to decouple from the station, then shoot another hole into the hole.

Before it could begin firing, Avatar, ran to the shuttle's airlock. By this point, the enemy has spotted Avatar, but few were intent on shooting it. Rather, they were attempting to run and duck for cover from RK's interceptor, which was rapidly depleting the hostile force. The heavy, fighter based weapons could penetrate through all of the cover the enemy had placed, as well as personal energy shielding, in only one to two shots. Once the other interceptor broke through the hull, there would be few angles at which they could not fire.

Avatar opened the airlock, then requested that the shuttle pilot whom the enemy had trapped inside unlock the shuttle's door. It took approximately two seconds for the pilot to comply, during which time the second interceptor breached the hull. A few hostiles did fire in its direction, but by the time it made it into the shuttle and closed the door behind it, its shields had only taken minor damage. "Decouple from the station and maintain a minimum distance of 35 meters." Avatar said loudly to the pilot before its platform suddenly, and without warning, collapsed to the floor seemingly lifeless.

Having wasted no time, Avatar had remotely uploaded itself into the second interceptor, which it had placed on standby. It quickly took control of the targeting system from the autopilot and, once the shuttle was a safe distance from the station, expanded the size of its hull breach to fire on hostiles that had managed to find a blind spot in which to hide. It would only take a few more moments for the combined fire from RK and Avatar to eliminate the remaining hostiles, after which the shuttle could use the sizable hull breaches to land inside the room so their allies could board. Energy shields had activated automatically to retain the atmosphere within the station, so depressurization would not be a issue.

RK had focused on the enemies nearest the exit as soon as she was able, killing or otherwise disabling all of the Krogan's personal guard, but the Krogan himself had survived and made it through the right door. Although, he was heavily wounded, even by Krogan standards. Shrapnel from the near-impact of the interceptor's weaponry had riddled much of his torso and left leg, filling his armor with dozens of small holes. He was in a position to flank the distraction team, but as enraged as he was, he had no interest in suicide. Rather, he took the chance to flee, but unbeknownst to him, he was fleeing in the direction of the civilians.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

Hello there...I've been lurking awhile and want to know what you all might be looking for. I ask because I've been trying to load your pc wish list but I am unable to

@Archangel89

Well, we are a bit short on rescuers.