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Good lord, I've done it. I've posted with all characters.
“I am called Gabriel Drapsmannen, and I accept your challenge,” she stood up, and dropped her cloak to the ground as she picked her sword, shield and helm from her pile of possessions. She put the helmet on her head and held the sword and shield at the ready.
‘Gabriel’ The Dan woman was surprised and pleased by how quickly her challenge was accepted. The people around them began to form a ring, and as she had predicted, their number increased.
She had her own sword strapped to her back. Normally on the mountains she did not carry it so on her person, but when she walked where she knew she would encounter others she always wore it. The sword was an important article to the Dan. She would feel naked without it in the presence of others.
She drew it now, it was a simple and practical sword, strong sturdy and sharp. Its metal was dark, and it’s handle a lighter wood, the pommel and guard black. She shrugged off her fur shawl (someone quickly took it from her), and she began to pace the far edge of the circle that the spectators had created.
Gabriel waited, following along and pacing the opposite direction, so they always faced across from each other. Always fighting alone had taught her long ago not to be the first to strike. When Naira made her first move, Gabriel stepped forward to meet her, using her shield to deflect the sword, but choosing not to strike back yet.
Naira was larger than the other woman, but quickly discovered that she could hardly be called weak. She was quick to deflect her blows yet reluctant to return them. Naira kept a steady advance, seeking a window beyond the shield that the other woman bore. It was a defensive advantage, but no battle was won by a shield.
Gabriel blocked over and over with her shield, seeking to wear her opponent down as she waited for a good opening. She was about to lose patience with Naira’s endurance, when she saw a potential strike. She lashed out with a low swipe with her sword. But Naira was faster than she expected, and brought her own sword down to parry the blow.
As their swords met, there was a sound like a thousand insects, and a rush of wind. And then both blades shattered. Gabriel held the hilt up to her face, seeing that the blade was cut perfectly across right above the crossguard. Naira’s was the same, and the ground was littered with jagged chunks of steel that miraculously hadn’t hit anyone as they burst forth.
Gabriel’s guard was dropped as she looked in awe at their ruined weapons, and the gathered crowd had exploded in chatter, gossip and speculation.
When the blades shattered Naira did not stop. She pressed forward as she saw her opponent take pause after the event.
The Dan were known for their tenacity, Naira herself exemplified that mindset. The battle was not over until there was a winner or a loser. No other opportunities existed during a fight.
A broken blade hardly ended a fight, for a warrior was their own best weapon. In fact Naira was gladdened by the event. She could finally use the advantage of her size to the fullest. She filled her lungs with a great guttural growl as she charges at gabriel attempting to tackle and grapple her into the ground.
She did not even think of the shield. Naira saw it as a decoration, little more practical than the lowlanders necklace.
That was her mistake.
Naira collided full force, but the shield took the brunt of the assault, Gabriel’s muscles tightened automatically to hold her attacker at bay. The Dan woman was quite determined to continue the attack, all the while Gabriel was trying to shout her down.
“Stop, I say! Did you not see the work of the goddess in that?”
Naira ignored her completely, grabbing the shield and wrenching it around, forcing Gabriel, whose arm was strapped in place, to the ground. She tried to tackle on top of the downed woman, but Gabriel kicked upward, striking Naira in the chest and knocking her on her bottom.
Gabriel charged forward and slammed her foot down on Naira’s chest. “I said, listen.” She gestured toward the rest of the field. “Are you blind as well as deaf?” But of course, the Dan didn’t see it. They didn’t fly, they didn’t navigate. They had no reason or means to know the shape of the continents, and they didn’t recognize that the shards of the two broken swords had aligned themselves perfectly into a picture of the world.
“Look!” She gestured at her belly again. “The godess’ symbol, on the ground. Even purified and smelted, the iron is part of the earth and under her dominion.”
“Iron is a weapon, and your words are to distract me!” She grasped Gabriel by the foot with her free hands. She ached, she had hit the ground with all her momentum quite ungracefully, but her opponent still stood tall, so she must, as tradition and training begged her to, fight on.
Gabriel stepped back, forcefully pulling her leg free. Naira tried to get up, but Gabriel leaped forward once again, pinning her by the neck with her shield. Naira reached up and tried to grab at Gabriel’s arms, both women bared their teeth and strained for a few short seconds, before Naria’s arms swayed, and then fell. Gabriel waited a moment to be sure, and then let up.
~~~
Naira stayed where she lay for a while, Gabriel sitting, cloaked once more, nearby, waiting for her to wake up. The crowd never dispersed, but was now standing in a near perfect circle, apparently not willing to breach the ring of steel shards that lay around the pair.
“Now that I beat you, you’ll listen?”
Naira’s throat burned when she awoke, but she could speak. She had been spared her voice and her life. She had lost.
She groaned and sat up, bowing her head toward the victor. “I shall.”
“You’d feel better if you had stopped when I asked. Stand, look.” She stood as well, gesturing around, and the arrangement of the steel chunks that the other Dan men and women stood outside of. “Do you know what this is?”
Naira stood, she looked. “I do not.” The shards of their swords were strewn about around them. No one dared to touch them, as if they sensed something, but could not know it.
“Of course not. It is the shape of the world, as seen from outside of it. We know it from the goddess, in the lowlands. And from mapping ourselves.” She took a step to the side and knelt down, “We stand right here, exactly in the center of the image. Look here,” she pointed at where a small ruby had fallen on the map. “A stone from my sword’s pommel. I believe it marks a location. Where we are meant to go, together.”
Naira looked upon the… world. The world draw in in the shape of iron shards. She didn’t understand the map, but, she understood that the goddess favored the right in a duel. So, humbled and honorably, she bowed her head to the stranger. “So, we shall go.”
“Good. We will need new swords,” before she had even finished speaking, half of the crowd was thrusting their own weapons toward the pair.
‘Gabriel’ The Dan woman was surprised and pleased by how quickly her challenge was accepted. The people around them began to form a ring, and as she had predicted, their number increased.
She had her own sword strapped to her back. Normally on the mountains she did not carry it so on her person, but when she walked where she knew she would encounter others she always wore it. The sword was an important article to the Dan. She would feel naked without it in the presence of others.
She drew it now, it was a simple and practical sword, strong sturdy and sharp. Its metal was dark, and it’s handle a lighter wood, the pommel and guard black. She shrugged off her fur shawl (someone quickly took it from her), and she began to pace the far edge of the circle that the spectators had created.
Gabriel waited, following along and pacing the opposite direction, so they always faced across from each other. Always fighting alone had taught her long ago not to be the first to strike. When Naira made her first move, Gabriel stepped forward to meet her, using her shield to deflect the sword, but choosing not to strike back yet.
Naira was larger than the other woman, but quickly discovered that she could hardly be called weak. She was quick to deflect her blows yet reluctant to return them. Naira kept a steady advance, seeking a window beyond the shield that the other woman bore. It was a defensive advantage, but no battle was won by a shield.
Gabriel blocked over and over with her shield, seeking to wear her opponent down as she waited for a good opening. She was about to lose patience with Naira’s endurance, when she saw a potential strike. She lashed out with a low swipe with her sword. But Naira was faster than she expected, and brought her own sword down to parry the blow.
As their swords met, there was a sound like a thousand insects, and a rush of wind. And then both blades shattered. Gabriel held the hilt up to her face, seeing that the blade was cut perfectly across right above the crossguard. Naira’s was the same, and the ground was littered with jagged chunks of steel that miraculously hadn’t hit anyone as they burst forth.
Gabriel’s guard was dropped as she looked in awe at their ruined weapons, and the gathered crowd had exploded in chatter, gossip and speculation.
When the blades shattered Naira did not stop. She pressed forward as she saw her opponent take pause after the event.
The Dan were known for their tenacity, Naira herself exemplified that mindset. The battle was not over until there was a winner or a loser. No other opportunities existed during a fight.
A broken blade hardly ended a fight, for a warrior was their own best weapon. In fact Naira was gladdened by the event. She could finally use the advantage of her size to the fullest. She filled her lungs with a great guttural growl as she charges at gabriel attempting to tackle and grapple her into the ground.
She did not even think of the shield. Naira saw it as a decoration, little more practical than the lowlanders necklace.
That was her mistake.
Naira collided full force, but the shield took the brunt of the assault, Gabriel’s muscles tightened automatically to hold her attacker at bay. The Dan woman was quite determined to continue the attack, all the while Gabriel was trying to shout her down.
“Stop, I say! Did you not see the work of the goddess in that?”
Naira ignored her completely, grabbing the shield and wrenching it around, forcing Gabriel, whose arm was strapped in place, to the ground. She tried to tackle on top of the downed woman, but Gabriel kicked upward, striking Naira in the chest and knocking her on her bottom.
Gabriel charged forward and slammed her foot down on Naira’s chest. “I said, listen.” She gestured toward the rest of the field. “Are you blind as well as deaf?” But of course, the Dan didn’t see it. They didn’t fly, they didn’t navigate. They had no reason or means to know the shape of the continents, and they didn’t recognize that the shards of the two broken swords had aligned themselves perfectly into a picture of the world.
“Look!” She gestured at her belly again. “The godess’ symbol, on the ground. Even purified and smelted, the iron is part of the earth and under her dominion.”
“Iron is a weapon, and your words are to distract me!” She grasped Gabriel by the foot with her free hands. She ached, she had hit the ground with all her momentum quite ungracefully, but her opponent still stood tall, so she must, as tradition and training begged her to, fight on.
Gabriel stepped back, forcefully pulling her leg free. Naira tried to get up, but Gabriel leaped forward once again, pinning her by the neck with her shield. Naira reached up and tried to grab at Gabriel’s arms, both women bared their teeth and strained for a few short seconds, before Naria’s arms swayed, and then fell. Gabriel waited a moment to be sure, and then let up.
~~~
Naira stayed where she lay for a while, Gabriel sitting, cloaked once more, nearby, waiting for her to wake up. The crowd never dispersed, but was now standing in a near perfect circle, apparently not willing to breach the ring of steel shards that lay around the pair.
“Now that I beat you, you’ll listen?”
Naira’s throat burned when she awoke, but she could speak. She had been spared her voice and her life. She had lost.
She groaned and sat up, bowing her head toward the victor. “I shall.”
“You’d feel better if you had stopped when I asked. Stand, look.” She stood as well, gesturing around, and the arrangement of the steel chunks that the other Dan men and women stood outside of. “Do you know what this is?”
Naira stood, she looked. “I do not.” The shards of their swords were strewn about around them. No one dared to touch them, as if they sensed something, but could not know it.
“Of course not. It is the shape of the world, as seen from outside of it. We know it from the goddess, in the lowlands. And from mapping ourselves.” She took a step to the side and knelt down, “We stand right here, exactly in the center of the image. Look here,” she pointed at where a small ruby had fallen on the map. “A stone from my sword’s pommel. I believe it marks a location. Where we are meant to go, together.”
Naira looked upon the… world. The world draw in in the shape of iron shards. She didn’t understand the map, but, she understood that the goddess favored the right in a duel. So, humbled and honorably, she bowed her head to the stranger. “So, we shall go.”
“Good. We will need new swords,” before she had even finished speaking, half of the crowd was thrusting their own weapons toward the pair.
Did you just assume someone was female due to negative character traits? That's not cool, Buttercup.
I'm interested, though. To get back onto that topic.
What's the actual, plot, though?
I'm interested, though. To get back onto that topic.
What's the actual, plot, though?
Meka and Saizo
"Then lead on." And he did. He took them to the first inn that didn't look to harbor fleas, and they spent the night, in separate rooms.
He was awoken before the sun rose by Meka opening the door quite suddenly, with no regard for his privacy or his slumber. "Master, you must wake up now, something has happened."
"Then lead on." And he did. He took them to the first inn that didn't look to harbor fleas, and they spent the night, in separate rooms.
He was awoken before the sun rose by Meka opening the door quite suddenly, with no regard for his privacy or his slumber. "Master, you must wake up now, something has happened."
Holy crap our posts are long.
We're nearly done, Eyeris and I, with our latest collaborative post. Sorry for the ridiculous, massive delay.
But we've also worked out how to cut out a middle man and go straight to where we need to converge. So that's cool. Now I just need to get Mika and Saizo going the same way.
I sure hope all of these guys can fit on the Bloated Weasel. Vidal is gonna have to ditch some cargo or something.
We're nearly done, Eyeris and I, with our latest collaborative post. Sorry for the ridiculous, massive delay.
But we've also worked out how to cut out a middle man and go straight to where we need to converge. So that's cool. Now I just need to get Mika and Saizo going the same way.
I sure hope all of these guys can fit on the Bloated Weasel. Vidal is gonna have to ditch some cargo or something.
Vern stomped down the stairs to the storage space on the Mountaintaker which housed, among the assorting things any military ship had in stock, the Falcons. They were unusual airships, of a kind that weren't seen anywhere else, small and easily carried on the larger vessel. The storage was mostly abandoned, except for one man standing next to the prepped Falcon that Vern was meaning to commandeer. It was the most powerful man in the empire, as of six hours ago.
"My Lord Steward," Vern managed to keep his voice calm. The Nectar kept his mind working a step ahead, keeping him from making a fool of himself. But it seemed Steward Marcus was equally prepared.
"Dispense," he said simply, holding a hand up. "You're going after Yllicus. Just remember where your loyalties lie... and take this," he held out a package wrapped in oilcloth as he walked to the stairs. Vern took it and watched the Steward ascend. How did he know? Vern could make a few guesses. Spies, whether in the tavern, or here in the ship. Maybe he just guessed. As Vern stepped onto the Falcon, he unwrapped the cloth, and saw the shimmering handle of a sword...
"My Lord Steward," Vern managed to keep his voice calm. The Nectar kept his mind working a step ahead, keeping him from making a fool of himself. But it seemed Steward Marcus was equally prepared.
"Dispense," he said simply, holding a hand up. "You're going after Yllicus. Just remember where your loyalties lie... and take this," he held out a package wrapped in oilcloth as he walked to the stairs. Vern took it and watched the Steward ascend. How did he know? Vern could make a few guesses. Spies, whether in the tavern, or here in the ship. Maybe he just guessed. As Vern stepped onto the Falcon, he unwrapped the cloth, and saw the shimmering handle of a sword...
Among the first heroes in Charlatan was Big Brother, his name being an homage to the idea of a constantly watching entity. His sidekick(and literal sibling) was Little Brother. The mob caught up with the pair, but Big Brother helped Little Bro to escape, at the cost of his own life. Since his older brother's death, Little Brother has become angrier, more brutal, excessively self critical and bordering on self abusive. He is also tragically young at fifteen years old. His parents never knew what he and Big Bro got up to, but now only have a vague idea that he's "acting out" in the wake of his brother's death.
So that's my character idea, if it's acceptable. I love the idea, very much like Kick-Ass 2, I think.
So that's my character idea, if it's acceptable. I love the idea, very much like Kick-Ass 2, I think.
So I'm just going to post here as I come up with characters who will appear.
Mikhail
Communist Capitalist.
A Vladof black Marketeer. I imagine both accent and looks to be similar to Ivan Vanko from Iron Man 2. He is where we will get future guns, equipment, pretty much everything from, since we can't trade with legal dealers on this planet. He firmly believes that the military government will be overthrown and therefore considers all currency to be worthless. He only trades in favors. He will give you stupid missions that you must fulfill every time you want anything ever. Prepare to be annoyed by him.
Luke
Preteen Anarchist.
A young boy of thirteen. One of Actaeon's many citizens, and attends the standardized military based school, but is known for having truant officers on his back. Wears the military school's uniform most of the time, and speaks with a cockney accent. Runs errands for AMM.
Romulus
A Silhouette
The apparent leader, and/or spokesman for AMM. You don't know what he looks like, or even sounds like. Speaks with a sophisticated British accent. Doesn't trust you.
Enemy types:
Dahl Soldier: The guys we just finished killing. Carry a plain shield and a rifle. Travel in squads of three Soldiers, along with a Captain. , one will carry a normal rifle, one a corrosive, and one an electric. This is a typical squad tactic. Tactics change with larger squads.
Dahl Captain: The squad's tactical leader. Carries a booster shield, and often allows him/herself to be shot in order to drop boosters for their men. Weapons and grenades can vary, tend to be specialized.
Demo men: Carry a rocket rifle and love throwing grenades. Have a bandolier across their chests that carry multiple different grenade types. Have an explosion resistant shield.
Sniper: Have a cloaking shield and a sniper rifle. If you get too close, they'll switch to an SMG.
Dahl Commando: Axton, basically. The best of the best. Carry multiple weapons(occasionally they will even carry non-Dahl weapons), and throw down turrets. Turrets stick to surfaces and have one of three mods: one way bubble shield, second gun, or a longbow mod.
Commandos are the real heavy hitters.
Mikhail
Communist Capitalist.
A Vladof black Marketeer. I imagine both accent and looks to be similar to Ivan Vanko from Iron Man 2. He is where we will get future guns, equipment, pretty much everything from, since we can't trade with legal dealers on this planet. He firmly believes that the military government will be overthrown and therefore considers all currency to be worthless. He only trades in favors. He will give you stupid missions that you must fulfill every time you want anything ever. Prepare to be annoyed by him.
Luke
Preteen Anarchist.
A young boy of thirteen. One of Actaeon's many citizens, and attends the standardized military based school, but is known for having truant officers on his back. Wears the military school's uniform most of the time, and speaks with a cockney accent. Runs errands for AMM.
Romulus
A Silhouette
The apparent leader, and/or spokesman for AMM. You don't know what he looks like, or even sounds like. Speaks with a sophisticated British accent. Doesn't trust you.
Enemy types:
Dahl Soldier: The guys we just finished killing. Carry a plain shield and a rifle. Travel in squads of three Soldiers, along with a Captain. , one will carry a normal rifle, one a corrosive, and one an electric. This is a typical squad tactic. Tactics change with larger squads.
Dahl Captain: The squad's tactical leader. Carries a booster shield, and often allows him/herself to be shot in order to drop boosters for their men. Weapons and grenades can vary, tend to be specialized.
Demo men: Carry a rocket rifle and love throwing grenades. Have a bandolier across their chests that carry multiple different grenade types. Have an explosion resistant shield.
Sniper: Have a cloaking shield and a sniper rifle. If you get too close, they'll switch to an SMG.
Dahl Commando: Axton, basically. The best of the best. Carry multiple weapons(occasionally they will even carry non-Dahl weapons), and throw down turrets. Turrets stick to surfaces and have one of three mods: one way bubble shield, second gun, or a longbow mod.
Commandos are the real heavy hitters.
An older, wiser, Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet, reunited and allied with Long John Silver.
Alright people, sound off. Who's not dead?
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