Fallenreaper

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

~|Day 2, 8:30- 8:45 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Sith Quarters: Jayda’s room|~
Jayda

Jayda’s breath was steady and calm as she lay silently upon her bed. However, she wasn’t asleep. Her mind was too active, from confusion and the need to stir, to consider sleeping. So in the darkness of the earlier hours, she merely lay there to absorb the movements clear to her senses and pondered over the past though she wanted to forget. The ship’s groaning sounds made the behemoth alive with each ‘breath’ rattling in her keen ears while she leaned back to listen. A steady pace managed to emerge in her mind and in habit, she counted quietly by mouthing the numbers in her native tongue. 1...2....3… It was an exercise she toyed with. Whenever something determined a clear pattern in her mind, she would register it inside her memory for reference later. It held little meaning to anyone else but herself, a recollective habit from her past, and few would consider it worthy to note.

After several minutes, her mind decided it was time to get up. Her bones ached in slight protest through her face frowned at the sensation being more nulled than expected. In reaction, her hand reached across her figure and jerked the blanket away, flipping over the edge onto the floor. A soft sound when it glided through the air and landed onto the metal floor. In the almost lightless room, her pupils widen to seize whatever light it could, revealing the reason her wounds hadn’t been aching as badly. The bandages weren’t as reddened and soaked with her blood as she gingerly pulled one off, revealing the scabbed up surface. It had stopping any bleeding from seeping into the bandage through Jayda knew it was far too soon to occur.

Her nails gently, careful not to reopen the wound, prodded it. She gritted her teeth for a moment as she hissed, softly letting the pain out in a subtle way. Inhaling sharply, she twisted her feet about until her legs were hanging off the bed edge. Without wasting much time she walked carefully over to the dresser and started to change out of her ripped, bloodied and day old clothes to cast away yesterday’s memories. And Sish’s abuse.

She had just gotten on a fresh, clean tunic when her eyes noted a bunk had been slept in. Immediately her mind drifted to piece last night events together, recollecting it was Zanna that had spent the night, and relaxed for a moment. It was strange that her alchemy was able to mend such serious wounds as she turned on heel, her body coming face to face with something unexpected: a small, untouched cart was sitting near the doorway. On top was a covered lid and the scent of cooked meat filled her nostrils, causing her to cautiously approach it. At just within range, she grinded to a stop. Her eyes studied for suspicious signs it was unfit for consumption then carefully lifted the lip to be assaulted by the reek steak and knew who sent it. Sish.

Jayda’s lips pulled into a snarl at the thought and considered shoving it into the hallway, untouched. Her hand came to rest on the handle as she gripped hard enough her knuckles were white. Her eyes became unfocused, turning inward in thought, before sighing. She couldn’t do it through she wanted to, pulling the cart closer to her when she trailed weakly back to the bed.

Out of all the Sith, he was the last one that wanted her dead and even she wasn’t stupid enough, in her current state, despite last night, to weakly eat in front several sith waiting for a target. It was better to digest and debate on her next move rather than act rashly and result in another instant she was crippled. Inhaling slowly, Jayda settled down to eat the meal reluctantly.

~|Day 2, 7:40-8:00 GST|~
~|Aboard the Kaggath, Main Prison Complex|~
Navi

Navi was skittering along the vents again, growing to know them well and still rattled by his most recent brush with death. His processor kept going over the scene. Nothing in his data banks, recent or past, could determine the murderer's identity or race. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. His legs clicked faster to bring him down the tunnels, buying him more distance, especially should the thing that killed the Sith be following him. Abruptly the droid twisted to the left then darted down a narrowing section and toward the prison complex.

It took some time. The minutes lengthening with his rapidly moving legs, the little tips tapping in the metal without worry it would be heard. Materials were much thicker here compared to other area in the ship as the droid recalled from what he had managed gain. Over the Jedi’s heads and inside the vent above, the prisoners within the shower area could hear the scratching noise of something crawling.

Nexus of Worlds- Darkness Rising- A Guild Tournament

Gonna make me some angle fired wings.

Also I notice @Fallenreaper is stalking this thread like a vulture.

@GreivousKhan

Had to ask permission first, better safe than sorry. Besides, it can be seen as rude posting in an OoC when I'm not apart of the story. :P Though I didn't know angles had wings Khan, do both acute or obtuse have them or just the right angles? ;)

So she can reap the fallen souls

@Rilla

Shhhh! That's a secret!

Looks like I scared her off. That'll teach her.

Let's see so far Raelis is the only one wroth worrying about for my character. Took a lesson from Wind it seems. :K

Can't wait to see the other characters. Hurry and post up you chumps. :K

@GreivousKhan

Pfffttttttt.....

Takes a lot more than that to scare me off, boy. Yosh can attest to that. And be careful, it might me that teaches you something one day. It's usually the cocky ones that fall the easiest after all. :P

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Khan

Khan nodded his agreement, his eyes unable to rip away from the archmage. His worry filled his eyes through his face was isolated and gave no indications he was unsettled. At Grey’s question, his face turned. On the verge of speaking, he was about to answer when Lucilia cut him off to answer it and uttered alarm that abruptly ended her sentence. Instead of asking about the reason, Khan’s head jerked to Ovak’s direction. He partly expected the archmage to have collapsed but instead he merely watched Meirin approach the old man and begin to converse with him.

“Easy, Lucilia. It’s only Meirin, who I know well enough. ” Khan stated calmly, knowing fully well the student could easily handle Ovak if he overexerted himself. Just like himself, Ovak’s weakness was also the students and if anyone could keep the old man strong would be one of them.

However, his knuckles tensed about his cane and his body stiffened when he noticed old man had gained a mischievous smile. He knew that smile all too well and wished he didn’t, his leg burning the moment he went to move forward. It caused him to grunt quietly the moment he tried and grind to a halt. It was as if his leg resisted the temptation to intervene. There was a brief comment exchange between the two before Ovak offered his hand. Meirin aided him upright and soon, the two were shuffling off toward where Ovak had pointed. Naturally, Lucilia wasn’t the only one now not enjoying being in the dark about this currently situation.

Wondering about Uicle, Khan’s eyes drifted to the location where the teacher should’ve been. He quickly discovered the walking soul filled armor had rattled off to some dark corner and left the archmage to his own devices, inwardly causing the headmaster to groan. Seeing Lucilia and Grey dart off in an urgency strive, he knew it would be pointless to keep up with Lucilia’s furious pace. In defeat, Khan hobbled back to his assigned seating beside the archmage’s chair. Gritting in pain, he settled tenderly into his seat where he let out a rough huffle relief then pushed his cane to one side. His stomach hadn’t anything to eat. It growled in protest but he ignored it in favor of rest, his knee throbbing as he reached to rub some of the pain away.

Ovak

As Meirin led Ovak away, the elderly archmage’s eyes were greeted by several visions. Slowly, his wrinkled expression cracked into a smile. Several positive decisions were made and in the latest vision for the College’s future, things were looking much brighter. His eyes shifted to the students who had been in discussion with the diplomats as his free hand gave a little wave, gesturing his arcanite toward Alaira, Leith, Ssarak (the student absent but he could easily feel his presence in Uicle’s office) and Baulder. Immediately afterwards, his hand came up to give a subtle cough as he knew it wasn’t wise of him to use so much magic at once without easing into it. He was rather rusty after all.

Alaira

When Ovak sent his arcanite, he used hydromancy, vitamancy and aeromancy to whisper quietly into the Halfling’s ear. His voice gentle, and soothing through it likely startled her. It was a risk he was willing to take to praise her for keeping her temper, inwardly hoping she wouldn’t assume it was the diplomats trying to attack her or worse. If she did, he feared Lyn would either be without a father or worse, the child would be caught in the clash while jumping to the student’s defense. Through the Tidehome diplomats wouldn’t intentionally kill a child, accidents could happen and even he could be helpless to save her in this state. Still, the aging man had faith Alaira had a good instinct over individuals through he preferred to actually approach her himself and when the diplomats learned of his presence, any chance would be lost complete. This was the only time he would get and he took it. Reminded of Alaira’s strength, his eyes paused to spot Khan. Mentally he noted the headmaster’s weakness and sighed in helplessness. This was a journey they would all need to take on their own. If none of them learned to work together than Kudd would win, turning everything into ashes including all they loved. Kudd’s only goal was destroying the world after all and he would stop at nothing to accomplish it.

When his magic reached Alaira, she would feel no pain for Ovak knew about her sensitive to pyschomancy. The aeromancy carried the vibrations through subtle sounds while the vitamancy and hydromancy vibrated the ear connected parts, preventing any others from hearing it. It sounded like someone, Ovak’s gentle voice, was whispering a single comment. “Well done, from the archmage Ovak Regar.”

With that, the tingling sensation in Alaira’s ear abruptly vanished. Through she would easily get the sense of the archmage looking in her direction before he crept off with Meirin leading him toward the Djarkel Diplomats. Deep inside, he knew she wouldn’t think kindly of his association with someone she had prior grudge with but he had hope they could be settled in time. In one past vision, Ssarak, Meirin and Alaira became great friends, a difficult force to fight, when old differences were put aside. Even Kudd had difficulty in dealing with them, through it seemed not all his ‘sight’ was accurate until a choice was made.

Yet, who could it wasn’t possible? Nothing was ever fully set into stone after all because fate was always a fickle one. Ovak thought quietly.

Baulder

When Baulder tossed the bone, it ended up hitting the edge of the water barrel and through in reality it went in, the psychomancy took hold to deliver Ovak’s message. The Rheven-ari’s body was frozen, through he didn’t know it, as the illusion started. It was a much more mild one compared to Satori’s during the last opening but no less realistic in quality. The bone spinned around the ring several times getting the student’s attention before it spilled out over the floor. All around, individuals were stone still and obvious to the ongoings which were happening. The contents crawled out from tiny little bones to pieces of cast away paper or broken dishes, forming words that could easily be read out by the voice in Baulder’s head. Each letter formed then disappeared when it was finished being read, reforming another. It looked like an animated film where the trash moved on its own.

Good job. However, you’ll have to refrain from eating anyone on campus. It’s a very widely accepted believe eating intelligent beings is wrong among the world and we much rather not have you get in trouble with the College, now would we? Through I apologize for I must make a request of you. Could you discover what is happening within the Orc lands then report to Uicle? Merely nod if you accept this task and if not, shake your head.

If you choose to take it on, you have my thanks. Otherwise, I’m sorry for disrupting your evening. Either way, please mention nothing of what you’ve seen to anyone save Uicle.

Sincerely, Ovak Regar, the archamage.

Ssarak

While Ssarak was concluding his business with Uicle and taking his leave, both individuals would’ve noted a small quill materialized from thin air. In reality it was using the air arcanite and altered into the small writing utensil as it tapped the ink well and started to write on thin paper. Its little tip danced across the surface elegantly until at last it spelled out a small, grateful message for Ssarak and one for Uicle.

Well done, Ssarak Dyreackthanose. Apologies since I believe I’m currently occupying your current lady with the Djarkel Diplomats, however if you’ll be so kind to allow us to finish up then I’ll be sure to direct her to the gardens. I’ll sent a small psychomancy invitation to meet there when she’s ready. It will be abandoned, or should be, during the demonstrations and you can easily find one another. There’s also some wonderful Cupid Roses I believe you two will appreciate.

And Uicle… Check on Khan for me. Something is very wrong, he’s sicker than he’s suppose to be. I fear we’ll need the students’ help to keep an eye on his health. Chose them wisely.

Sincerely, Ovak Regar the archmage.

Through it seemed like carelessness on Ovak’s part, he purposely wrote the piece out for Ssarak to see. He believed the Esyire, when encouraged, might end being able to reason with Khan and help stop the influences corrupting their Headmaster. Else they would lose a very powerful ally against Kudd.

Leith

The moment Leith went seeking Uicle, a chalice of wine bubbled and abruptly splashed on the albino’s clothes. He was the only witness to the bizarre behavior as instead of staining or staying put, it slithered like a living thing. It glided up his shirt bottom to the sleeve, where it was easily visible by the young man. Quickly it wrote out a wet message in a very elegant way, clearly Ovak’s unique writing, to praise and inform the human.

Very well done, Leith Calder. Uicle is in his office though he will be arriving soon back into the dining room, namely to check upon a stubborn Headmaster. You’ll notice Khan, the headmaster, is looking a little pale and for good reason. He’s not eaten anything so would you be so kind as to take a small plate up to the head table when you go, for Khan? Then you can inform Uicle of your findings and concerns if you have any.

Sincerely, and with gratitude, Ovak Regar. The archmage.

After Leith had read the message, it plopped back into the chalice without leaving a single drop within his clothes. As if it had never happened.

Lucilia

Inside Lucilia’s head, Ovak’s voice came from the psychomancy linking their minds together. It did likely did little to stop the vampire’s pace or him from feeling her desperation to get to him, feeling a warmth in his heart at her concern. It was appreciated but unnecessary for some day he would indeed die. A welcomed and fearsome event he intended to greet standing on his feet. Casting the thought away, the man’s mental tone was fatherly chiding over her eavesdropping. ’Lucilia… you know it’s impolite to eavesdrop on a private conversation. Where are your manners?”

He calmly waited for her reply through his body showed no farther failing since his rapid display of multiple magics had ended.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

If I want to apply, should I tag the GMs?

@Aridian

Hello.

(yoshua171 VS. Fallenreaper)Vii-e Vs. Iron

_{Spirit Walking Where the Fight Leads}

The fields were quiet as they stirred, a light breeze danced across the tall grasses reaching only to mid-calf on the average man. The grasses bent in protest and swayed back to their alert position once more. They raised to absorb the Creator’s light raining down to fill the scene where boundaries seemed endless. A few hills broke the monotone greenery and rose up to bear witness to the scene. As if they knew the bloodied history split upon these lands, stood as a reminder. Silently, a figure tracked deeper into the center. He seemed unaware of the hills' hidden knowledge, or he didn’t care. In the end it didn't matter much. It might’ve been because his axe and karambit were held into their holders at his belt as he kept his steady pace into the God’s battle ground.

His name… was Ironhorse.

Being thirty, he was well built in the traditional sense for a man focused on strength. To many observers, he looked like a typical, stereotype Native American one would find on the paperback novel in the local book store. One on sell for a couple bucks and not even on the best seller’s list, a cheap fantasy for romance starved housewives. Though he often scoffed at the notion with an amused chuckle. He was only 5’10”, not 6’, after all. Unlike those fictional braves, Iron didn’t wear buckskin loincloth or painted himself up in war colors. He was too modern for that by wearing a simple white tee shirt fitted to his figure and jean loose enough to move in. Thick grass stains had formed during the challenges as he struggled to quell each one, sometimes spilling blood or others in a much less deadly.

So far, his journey had led him far. However, his story yet to come to to its end. So it was little surprise that Iron was growing tired of it and longed to be back home. His thoughts unknowingly reached his traveling companion. The thin, wiry canine with a blotchy black pattern over its back stopped, the narrow head pulled back into Iron's direction. It gave a snarl and growled in protest at his avatar.
_{“Retracing our steps isn’t going to make you stronger and pining to go home won’t make it happen any sooner. We’ll go home when you’re ready, so get that thought out of your head, boy.”}
Iron’s head to whip into God’s direction with a frown, his hand pulled back to scratch his neck. Brushing aside his black ponytail, his tone was clearly annoyed at his guide as he spoke. “I never said ‘retract our steps’, and not all of us can live to be over a two thousands years old. So stop calling me boy. It was your ideal to go on this spirit walk and since all I’ve left behind is bloodshed, it’s not unnatural to want to go back to a time where I didn’t have to always kill. Though you might’ve seem to think it was rather dull, I didn’t.”

Ignoring Coyote, the animal easily keeping track with him, Iron pushed further into the field. His bare feet easily kicking up a bit dirt with each thump into the damp soil and pushed him toward the other side. For now, he just wanted to move along before something else got his attention and likely bloodied his hands even more.

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

Rk wasn’t thrilled at the plan. Not at all when she was informed and liked it even less when Raa attempted to coax her into it. Her face frowned on the digital pop up from Raa's omnitool as the Quarian attempted to convince her this plan was the best option, her eyebrow raised in protest. RK's jawline tightened with the words before she finally gave in.

She hadn't spoken to the Quarian for several movements as she turned her sight away, her eyes narrowed into space. Even she already had given into Raa’s request. Sighing, the AI keep her disgruntled face when the Geth started making recommendation, causing her to snap back with a sarcastic, human reply. “No, I thought I would try to walk my ass over there on my own.”

“RK..”

“Don’t RK me, Raa. It’s bad enough you risked your healthy for a complete strange, even knowing it might’ve killed them or worse, both of you, so don’t RK me. I do this, you better stay with the civilians.” RK said, eyeing Raa up and down.

“You don’t have to worry about that, RK. I will. Just… be safe.” The Quarian stated timidly as she looked at the retreating Asari, her expression fell a little into worrying, causing RK to speak again.

“Will you stop worrying over her? She’s going to be perfectly fun unlike Avatar and me, which still seriously irritates me.” RK began to download herself into Avatar’s plate form while also making a digital, simple grade copy to leave behind. Not that she would admit the idea of going neck deep into a possible gunfight made her fear ‘death’. After all, how could one really die if they could always reload themselves into a new body but even that had its limits and data was still corruptible in the end. Sighing a little, RK grudgingly finished downloading before she commented. “This better work.”

She watched Raa head back to where the other diplomats were collecting for safety.

RK made one last sarcastic, half-hearted statement under her breath. “I think I liked the Turian’s suicidal plan a lot better.”

(yoshua171 VS. Fallenreaper)Vii-e Vs. Iron

Well work on Iron's intro post shortly, though it might take a few days between replies as I'm still trying to gain a basic understanding of the Kali style I'm using. XD

_{Add on}

Still trying to get into Iron's groove so it might take a bit of time, but I'm getting there. He's a little more sarcastic than I recall. XD

(yoshua171 VS. Fallenreaper)Vii-e Vs. Iron

Iron Horse

Name: Iron Horse (birth name) Iron Jameson (preferred name)
Combat Magic Ability: None
Arena Classification Range: Mild Realism/Normal & No Powers
Dominant Hand: Right (but has good dexterity in both)

~}|Appearance|{~

Hider

Race: Human, Native American
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 190 lbs

Physical Description: A classical image of his ancestry, Iron has many features expected on a stereotype Indian. His frame well built and fit, muscles no too thick to make himself inhuman or above normal. Other features include from his ebony hair cut to the shoulder length with slightly wavy locks, his bang sides braided to frame his strong face and ended with three bright red beads. When in combat he will pull his hair back into a single, hanging ponytail resting at his shoulders middle.

His desert brown eyes are often filled with mischief which doesn’t belong on such a chiseled face. On the right side one is where a distinct scar lies, trailing a quarter from the far end of it and trails down to his jaw line. It stands out against chestnut skin color thanks to the slightly lighter hue. Under his clothes are various amount of scars, few too close to being lethal, crisscrossing over his surface telling the world he isn’t quite a master in the art of war. In addition to his minor scars, a black inked tribal design of a rearing horse starts at his upper right shoulder front and ends at his just believe his pectoral muscle though it’s once perfect surface has been marred slightly because of scar tissue.

Attire: Casual jeans, tee shirt and boots, or whatever fit the weather at the combat area if prepared.

~}|Equipment{|~

Hider

[This alter depending on the battle requirement]

Weapons

Weapon Type: Bladed [Specialized]
Brief Description: Though Iron has trained primarily on traditional tomahawks, both utility and combative, he has a particular fondness for a weapon dubbed the Kalihawk by it's creators. It is much lighter, weighing at 17 oz, and smaller than most traditional tomahawks. This enables him more control and speed with his strikes, increasing his improvisation success.
Size:
* Total Length: 10 1/4 inches
* Grip: 6 3/16 inches
Modifications: Yes from the traditional Tomahawk
* Lighter weight
* Smaller size
* Designed for combat so balanced design

~~~|}{|~~~

Weapon Type: Bladed
Brief Description:
Made of Grivory steel, this wicked bladed weapon is modeled after a cat claw with greater slicing and puncturing ability than the cute little kitty. Weight in at 2.3 oz, Iron is able to swerve it in and out from his palm to cause quick, clean cuts through clothing and flesh.
Size:
* Overall: 8 1/2 inches
* Blade: 4 inches
* Blade Thickness: 7.5 mm
* Handle: 4 1/2 inches
Modifications: No

Accessories

None

~}|Natural abilities|{~

Hider

Senses
(All senses are still within human range, just are just more trained than others.)
Sight-Acute
Smell-Average
Touch-Average
Taste-Obtuse *
Sound-Acute

Attributes

Strength- Human Range: Out all of his attributes, Iron's strength is the most developed. On a dead lift, he is able to hoist at least 260 lbs. (about 117 kg) before he starts to feels stressed when more weight is piled on crumbling at around 275 lbs ( about 124 kg) max. {Source Aid}
Speed- Human Range: Iron can sprint a 100m at 16 seconds, often leaving him exhausted and breath since this is pushing his limit. {Source Aid}
Reaction, to Stimulus- Human Range: Visual 0.25 seconds, audio 0.18 seconds, and touch 0.16 seconds.
{Source aid}
Other- N/A

~}|Adapted/Learned Skills|{~

Hider

Fighting Influences

~Martial Arts- Due to Kali having thousands on thousands of different forms, styles and flavors, Iron primarily uses Pekiti tirsia with some Silat to distinguish his own style.
using listed above weapons [Adept]
~Street Fight/Improvised Combat- the do it yourself and learn through brawls type, often resulting in many broken bones, lessons learned and well...scars.[Adept]

Weapons Training

~Knife [Advanced]
~Karambit [Adept]
~Tomahawk (both specialized and not) [Advanced]

~}|Additional Information|{~

Hider

Coyote’s Anchor: The spirit of the coyote is currently attached to Iron since puberty and in this CS version, he doesn’t merge to alter Iron’s state of being. Instead Coyote lingers in wait and watches the match with idle interest, being more of a ghost that is invisible to the naked eye. So it’s not unusual for Iron to appear to be talking to himself during the match since the man long ago gave up trying to pretend the spirit was never there.

*_{not the angle but meaning the 1st definition}

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@Fallenreaper read my basic text dueling primer and if you have questions ask. As a community we want to help new fighters learn to duel T1.

@Skallagrim

Actually have the guide, an a few others, saved from preguildfall so it means I've been slowly reading it. Though it has been a while and giving it another read shouldn't hurt. If I come up with any questions, sadly which will be most often en I'm fighting, than I'll pipe up to ask.

@FallenReaper Fair enough, he's definitely low tier but that's not a bad thing. I would have liked to fight him but my lower tier characters are fantasy and Ancient History respectively, so they probably wouldn't fit.

@MelonHead

I figured making him simple, straight forward and pretty low on the scale would be a good start to getting into the arena again. Sadly it seems to have backfired as there's really not point if he doesn't have an opponent his range really. It seems even the lower tier PCs are too high for Iron. A fact which doesn't bode well it might seem for my first intro into the arena. >_>

@GreivousKhan

No hurries. I know Tear mentioned about helping me as well, which Brandy is around Iron's ideal level and such. Not to mention I brush up on my arena 101 knowledge.

Hello world... um... rather, Hello small community of seemingly like minded peoples who inhabit the same rock I do... I hope.

@MinervianGrey Hi there! It's nice to meet you and welcome to the site, I'm a bit of a noob myself so it's nice to see other people joining. Sorry I can't be quite as helpful as El but even so, welcome~

@kanoro

Even the simple fact of letting someone not feel like the only newbie is helpful to a bigger degree then you realize.

Also, hello. *waves* Welcome to RPG.

definitely not small, hundreds of people active at any given time.

@Tyler Night

Not everyone is a night owl. XD Sadly.