EliteCommander

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Ssarak is best dragonman. Dude's one classy motherfucker. Funny, considering how I thought I would hate him at first.

If you're going to kill something, might as well do it like a sir.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Ssarak Dyreackthanose

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Though Ssarak was curious as to what happened, he had left the dining hall when requested and headed to his room for some much-needed rest. Thankfully, his rest had been mostly peaceful, as he had been sufficiently distracted from the waking nightmare he had experienced earlier that day. The next morning, he ate a breakfast of assorted meat, as usual, then asked around for a place he could exercise and train until he learned of the college's gymnasium.

Ssarak followed a gargoyle to the gymnasium and began his usual training regimen. He practiced weightlifting, sit-up, push-ups, and anything else he could do with the tools available to him to work on strength training. Though his attitude toward fighting had soured considerably, he still wanted to keep himself combat ready, and his strength was one of his greatest assets in combat. What he lacked in agility he made up for with the sheer force he could deliver in a blow, which, combined with his armor, made him a fearsome opponent. Bladed weapons could do little against plate armor, though he had to be careful with foes using blunt weaponry, as his armor could do little to protect against blunt force. He did find himself with the disadvantage of lacking a helmet for his armor, and he wondered if there was someone at the college who could forge a helmet for him. He did not have much to pay with, but perhaps there was a way he could earn money while at the college?

It took a while for Ssarak to complete his daily strength training, as he made sure to give himself adequate breaks between exercises. Too much strain on his body at one time would have the potential for harm, with no gain. He noticed the tall, rude Forest Elf from yesterday, Alaira, in the room as well, though he said nothing to her. She seemed to be caught up in her own training, and he did not think it would be a particularly enjoyable experience to talk to her anyway. Ssarak remained for a moment to rest, though he was not done with his exercise for the day, as there was still endurance training to worry about. He would need to make sure to go for a flight and a run at some point. Once he started his classes, however, he would likely have to move around his normal schedule to accommodate both his magical and physical training. Perhaps once he became skilled enough with psychomancy, he would be able to reduce his focus on fighting, or, even better, lay down his axe permanently. Still, for the moment, he had no choice but to stick to what he knew.

Shadows in the Moonlight

"I am finished with my English class for this semester, but I am signed up for the last one I need next semester. I could let you read my papers for peer review and such. I would definitely appreciate the help." Sam responded, following alongside Stevie as she selected a path for them to follow. The air out in the forest felt altogether much cleaner than that of the city, and the scenery was much more comfortable to him. A city like D.C was definitely impressive in its own right, but being raised in a rural area, he had much more of an appreciation for natural beauty, especially after being in an urban area for so long. "As for art, I would love to help, but you are a better artist than myself, so there isn't too much I can do, unless you're trying to get me to be the model." Sam responded jokingly, nudging her shoulder slightly with his elbow.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"No." Lorag responded immediately, truly believing his statement. After all, his version of drunk was much different from most people's. "Catdog, do you like your new name?"

"No you...ah, wait." Ahnasha said, taking a drink when she realized her hesitation, which at least gave her time to think of a question. "Lorag, do you wish you still had Bessie?"

"Yes. Ahnasha, am I the greatest Orc to ever play the role of Anara the maid?" Lorag asked without missing a beat.

Ahnasha couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, which immediately caused her to nearly curse herself as she took another drink. "Ah you manipulative...No!" She said loudly before returning a question. "Lorag, are you allergic to cheese, milk, and butter?" She asked, knowing that the answer was not something he liked to admit, as he saw it as a weakness.

"Yes." Lorag said immediately, but begrudgingly before shooting back with another question of his own. "Ahnasha, can you sing as well as a bard?"

"Yes." She answered quickly and proudly, but in the excitement of finally answering correctly, she realized she couldn't come up with another question quickly enough and hesitated. She let out a groan and took yet another drink. "Fendros, are you an evil s'wit for coming up with this game?" She asked, not even caring if she admitted defeat by breaking the back and forth between her and Lorag. She was already feeling the effects of her wine, and was starting to see the purpose of this game.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Fallenreaper said
IT's done...though, Kudos to those Players that can guess the Pawns the Gods have chosen from the College in their little game. Meet the key Gods/Goddesses of Blood Act, key players in the Blood Plotline. There will be more 'pawns' with each God post, since the game is just beginning and bets being placed.

I'll need to reread it in the morning, because keeping my eyes open is a feat right now.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

If only it were not 3 AM. I'll need to post tomorrow.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei listened to Fendros explain the rules of his game, which she didn't entirely understand the point of at first. Being raised in a rural village, she had never even heard of a game of that nature. If their intentions were to drink, then why would drinking be a punishment for making a mistake? Regardless, she did not have time to think, as Fendros' first example was directed at her.

"Yes." She answered quickly, as the question was a rather easy one. Since she was suddenly being put on the spot, however, she had a bit harder of a time coming up with a question."Oh, Fendros, do you...uhh, do you like...meat?" She asked awkwardly, failing to come up with something witty or interesting with so little time to think. "That...counted as hesitating, didn't it? Ah, well, I won't complain. Like I said, I rather like this drink." She added before taking a swig.

Shadows in the Moonlight

"Indeed, you never know what you'll find out here. There are all sorts of creatures that live so close to the city, but we never see them. I think it would be fun to go on an actual camping trip sometime, though we'd need to buy the supplies for it. We would also need a place to put it all; we're kind of light on storage space in our apartment. With the semester ending, though, we should have time." Sam suggested as he pulled off the road, driving along the trail toward the place he intended to park. He stopped his car in a small clearing just out of sight of the road and parked. They weren't exactly on any "official" trails, but he was at least mostly certain it wasn't illegal to be there. Regardless, no one had ever bothered them before, so he felt safe enough leaving his car there, with the doors locked, of course.

Sam got out of the car and grabbed a small backpack from the back seat, filled with a few snacks just in case they got hungry. As usual, he also carried his sidearm holstered with him, just in case they ran into a dangerous creature while on the trail. They did see a bear in the distance once, but they had never actually been in danger at any point during their hikes. Still, he thought it was best to be safe. Once Stevie was out, he locked the doors, then motioned for her to take the lead as he walked alongside her. "So, how have things been going for you? I took my last final yesterday, and I think I did reasonably well. English is always an annoying class, and I wish it wasn't required, but I think I did fine."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Lorag grunted. "Hey, I still think that thing could have been useful."

"Oh, I think it was perfectly useful. Its hide gave me a new loincloth, its meat fed us for a day or two, and its horns made for great water vessels." Meesei added. She had finished almost a quarter of her brandy by this point, and while she was still in her right mind and speaking clearly, her senses were beginning to dull.

Lorag raised his bottle in the air as if he was giving a toast. "Rest in peace, Bessie."

Meesei took another drink of her brandy and glanced over to Ahnasha. "You just be careful. I might not be there to interrupt this time. Any drunken mistakes are yours to bear." She said, staring at the bottle in her hands.

"Ah, don't worry about me; look out for your own safety. With our track record, I would be surprised if we got through tonight without putting your life in danger at least twice." Ahnasha commented, partly out of concern, partly because she wanted to shift the conversation away from herself.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Lucius Cypher said
And that, Commander, is were the lessons must first begin: Despite the apparent similarities, Domination and Memory Alteration are two different spells. It's not just the power level, but also the utility. Memory Alteration largely leaves the victim in control of themselves and mostly unchanged in personality, it's simply their own recollection that's effected. Memory Alteration must also be carefully planned; you can't simply use it on a thirty year old man and convince him that he's a baby girl. It might work for the first few minutes, but once he starts acting like a grown adult man the illusion breaks. Domination is different; it will force that man to be a baby girl against his will and logic. And despite this, Satori didn't even use Memory Alteration, but a simply a Wide Concentration Illusion based on individual memories. She didn't try to overwrite them, she just showed them random nightmares based on them.Also I can't think of anything else to post for Annabeth, so I'm going to say that she eventually wondered off and found herself a room to sleep in for the night. Everyone else is pretty much in the same boat.

Indeed, and I suppose one would not necessarily need Domination to manipulate others' opinions. Take their memories and thoughts to learn what they appreciate or believe, use that to form your words, maybe subtly stimulate the proper emotions when you speak. Depending on the situation, throw in an illusion like what Satori did. I imagine there is a lot you could do if you're smart about it.

I just need to figure out this whole thing with focused vs wide.