Fat Boy Kyle

Dragon Age: The Coming Blight

Still 1 place left for either a mage or rogue.

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So! What's everyone been up to?

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Rare said
Wait, Fat Boy Kyle, am I in or not?

I'm sorry to say that I just don't think your standard of writing is up to par with the RP. So I'm afraid not. Hope you don't take it personally, and for what it's worth you're about the 4th person I've rejected for this reason.

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Krios

Having been caught up to speed with Warden affairs and having moved into his new room, Krios spent away the morning and early afternoon in tavern. It wasn’t for the sake of personal indulgence nor was it a way for him to escape the burdens which rested on his shoulders – it was a way for him to put his ear to the ground. In fact he didn’t even have a proper drink, instead sticking to water (much to the suspicion of the landlord) so that he would keep some of his wits about him; he already had a couple of cups of diluted wine that morning after all. He learnt of a few events and rumours, some he highly doubted to be true. Some that took his immediate interest were: that there was a fairly large tourney currently going on in the bannorn; that a Dalish elf had been spotted in different parts of the city; and that there had been a commotion the previous night, something to do with a local criminal and an assassin. The tourney would undoubtedly reveal some potential candidates, although Krios did not yet want to leave the city.

Satisfied that he had spent long enough in the dusty old tavern Krios rose from his booth and threw a few coins onto the table as a tip for the barmaid. She seemed to catch him do it and so he winked at her in exchange for nice smile. As he left the building he was temporarily blinded by the light and had to raise his arm for shade. “Fucking drunkards” scoffed a passer-by. Krios tried to spot the man but there were too many people about now, or least many more than there had been in the early morning when he first entered the place. Feeling a rumble in his gut now that he was up and moving, he decided to head towards the market where quickly spotted a bakery.

The bakery was running out of a large exposed barn-like room, its large doors swung open into the large street. Inside there was only four or so people including the obvious baker, a large egg-headed fat man in a not-so-clean apron. As Krios approached a small elvish boy overtook him and ran into the bakery firmly clutching something in his hand. “Hello sir! Can I have a loaf of bread please? I have the money.” The boy seemed rather excited and one could perhaps believe by his frame that it would be his first meal in days.

The baker seemed enraged by the arrival and stepped towards the young boy. “Where did you get that? You fucking stole it didn’t you?! You little shit” the baker grabbed the boys wrist and took the coins as he made the accusation. “Fucking filth!” he continued as he punched the boy to the ground. The scene wasn’t exactly hard to miss and many people clearly chose to ignore it or truly didn’t care. Krios however quickened his pace.

“Please sir! I didn’t do anything!” pleaded the boy desperately as he feebly tried to scuttle backwards.

“Get up” the baker sighed as he yanked the boy back up. There was a pause and for a moment the boy thought it might be over but the baker was only holding him up for a better shot. A strong right punch would have hit the young boy and likely caused a fracture, however the punch was caught mid-flight. “What the?” exclaimed the baker at the large man-paw grasping his fist. With an angry grunt Krios thrust the man’s fist into his own face, breaking his nose and sending him back a step. The baker went to fight back but Krios lunged forwards with a head-butt, sending the man toppling into a shelf. Krios didn’t relent however, instead he jabbed his palm into the man’s mouth, knocking out his teeth and then held his hand there to muffle his cries. With his other hand he grasped at the baker’s other selection and begun to squeeze quite hard.

“I have little respect for thieves. Less still for those that rob children. And I have absolutely none for those that would beat them too.” hissed Krios as the man squirmed. When the pain had gotten too much for the man and he begun to keel over, Krios merely chucked him to the side. Without saying another word Krios proceeded to grab two loafs of bread, one he gave to the boy who then ran off, the other he placed under his arm as he began to casually stroll out.

“Don’t just fucking stand there! What do I pay the protection money for?” coughed the baker causing two armed men, previously unnoticed, to step out. Krios didn’t know whether it was because the men were smart enough not to fight him or whether it was just that they didn’t care, but the two men merely shrugged and allowed Krios to go on his way. As he stepped onto the fairly busy street he expected a few eyes to be upon him but instead many were drifting towards the sight of a strangely armoured man carrying what appeared to be a dalish woman over his shoulder.

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Viva la Sanctuary!

Seriously though guys, your vacations are over. Get back to work posting.

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Vates – Sector Zero

“You!” the loud metallic roar pierced the ears off all the people nearby and cast an immediate silence over the area. Vates slowly turned to see the hulking giant before him and his band of not-so-merry men. The giant had a vaguely familiar face and upon recognising a few of his men realised that it must have been the infamous ‘Chief’, the very same who had been sending his men to kill Vates. Roebuck and the others had jumped up and looked prepared to defend their friend against the equally sized gang, although their morale was clearly stunted by the daunting host. Not wanting a bloodbath to ensue, Vates held his palm towards his fellow squad mates – a signal he hoped would tell them not to attack.

“You must be Chief. I’ve heard that you’ve been trying to kill me.” Vates tried to keep a neutral stance and he managed to stop his voice from wavering. Chief clearly wasn’t interested in talking or justifying his reasons and instead stomped towards his target.

“He’s mine.” The words came out as a twisted sadistic chuckle, made worse of course by his already inhuman voice. This caused Vates to quickly begin stepping backwards as his mind began desperately tried to think of a way out of this predicament, however his mind went blank as the giant man slowly morphed into metal. By now the scene had begun to attract the attention of pretty anyone within eyesight and yet no one was really animated save for Vates and Chief.

“Run Edward!” Janus pleaded, but he went unheard. Vates heart was pumping furiously and were he not so focussed on the threat he would have felt it beating. He tried to assess the situation as quickly as he could. His blades would be useless, as would his light gauntlet. His kinetic gauntlet might be of use but certainly wouldn’t help him reach an end goal. He couldn’t run, he was still tired from earlier and he figured the giant could probably run faster anyway. If others came to his aid then there would be a bloodbath. He could try melt his foe but there was no way he could find a source of heat high enough to melt whatever metal Chief was made of. Water might oxidate his foe… after a long long period of exposure.

His scheming yielded no results quick enough however for Chief had closed the gap and begun sending a series of swipes and kicks at Vates, who only just managed to avoid them. Quickly onlookers started to edge closer to the fight and began to cheer. Did they think that the two were training? Or had society really become so desolate and barbaric in the year since the gate opened? Every now and then Vates would manage to deflect an incoming attack using his kinetic gauntlet and would quickly try a counter attack, but at best he would only manage to throw Chief off balance. After only about 40 seconds (although to Vates it felt like hours) Chief managed to clip Vates and send him tumbling over, breaking a rib and causing bruising in the process. Chief quickly lunged forwards before attempting to stomp down upon his victim, but Vates quickly rolled over and managed to stop the foot at the last moment with his gauntlet. Chief arced over to put more weight onto his leg and slowly his foot began inching towards Vates, causing him to smile manically. It was only about four inches from Vates’ upper body when he managed to shift the angle slightly and push the foot off to the right of him. Vates relief was short lived though for as he clambered to his feet Chief swung back around and grabbed him, picking him up effortlessly with one hand.

“What are you going to do now, little worm?” whispered Chief as he held his victim face to face. Vates couldn’t respond if he wanted to as Chiefs ever increasing grip left him breathless. Vates looked around at the faces of the onlookers and in his desperate moment hoped that someone would actually sweep in and save him, regardless of what fight might ensue… but no one did. Chief noticed his trailing eyes and laughed, “No, they won’t help. I’m more important to them than you are. You’re just another survivor… whereas I’m a god.” And with that he violently tensed his grip, breaking all of Vates ribs and rupturing his organs. Vates eyes opened wide in pain and horror but he could do nothing but writhe and let the blood ooze out of his mouth and various wounds. Happy that the damage was done Chief tossed the barely alive body like he was a piece of trash, and unless someone helped him immediately, he would surely die.

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GreivousKhan said
Funny how people think pulling a sword from a sheath somehow makes a metallic sound.

It would if the sheath was some sort of ridiculous ceremonious metal design. I like to imagine that every warrior just makes the sound under their breath when they draw, just to look cool :P

Btw good posts so far guys. I'll probably get one up tonight or tomorrow.

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Rare said
Is this still open? If so, I would like to join. I just beaten Dragon Age Origins and playing Dragon Age 2.

There's now a couple of spaces, so pm me a CS :)

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Laufey said
I hope I haven't unexpectedly died, due to my absence. For someone who has a job to fix computers, I can be really stupid when it comes to working with mine.

Not yet. Although I'm fearful that Hex might succumb to swooping if he/she/other/it doesn't show signs of life.

Keep up the good posts guys! :)