That would have been a little bullshit, the whole reason your attack was slow is because you couldn't react in time, it would be a little retarded if your character was then able to react in time to not reacting in time to use something to speed his reaction time.
Sounds like a 'oh I fucked up, bullshit my way out' ability to me, might as well have teleportation.
You know reaction time is not tied to speed of perception right? If you even read Vordak's post, he said it not being well timed. Not it being a case of reaction...
In any case you'll notice he activated it before his attack (which is not a reaction) it was more a matter if when it kicked in. :K
As a side note. I could have just unleashed the acceleration earlier to turn the attack that come up to slow into a hit that would have likely killed Listia. But I decided to prolong the fight. :P
Tordor watched as his opponent sailed by him just avoiding his strike. In a heartbeat Tordor’s eyes met his opponents as if time itself halted without warning. A moment later his opponent had bypassed him moving to his left directly in front of him. It was then he unleashed the power of the spirit of youth and time. The raw energy sweeping through him granting him new vitality. It seemed he was going to need it against this adversary.
“Time alter: Triple accel!”
Suddenly time seemed to slow as Tordor’s perception and agility accelerated exponentially. As his opponent came in for her landing seven or so feet behind him, Tordor spun his blade palm up and turned to the left sharply. Shifting his left foot so it slid out to the left and bracing himself on his right leg he redirected his attention back to the left again. Now a blur of movement Tordor gripped his blade in two hands as he came in while his opponent recovered from their landing. His left hand taking hold of the blades fulcrum to allow even greater control and strength behind his strikes.
He swept the blade in from his right, aiming for his opponent's torso on their left side right above the hip. Should his opponent send her weapon into parry or contest the blow, Tordor prepared to quickly flow into another strike or guard. His accelerated agility now granting him the advantage in both reach and speed over his opponent. Should the attack hit, the wash of black flames would grow in strength as they fed off the energy in his opponent's shield. In all likelihood cutting through her defences.
Some characters might come up as warleaders, yeah, so they'd definitely have some NPC's, others might be loners. The chosen are a bodyguard unit of sorts, and in a lot of situations, they are part of the reserve that Radush holds back in a fight to release into situations to exploit opportunities as he sees fit.
Tactically speaking, holding your elites back from a fight is not strategically sound. (unless their all mounted) Since by the time they do enter the battle it might be to late to make a difference. They tend to be the fist the rest of the army falls behind.
Name:: Nargesh "Tall Shadow" gra-Gonhamph, Shadow of Death Age:: 28 Sex:: Female Breed:: Ogrillon (part Orc and ogre)
Appearance: Perhaps unsurprising of someone of Nargesh unique background, she is a veritable giantess. Nargesh possesses a thickset athletic frame that gives her the appearance of a wall of muscle, she stands freakishly tall at nearly 9 feet in height and well over 40 stones in weight (534 lbs./242 kg). Her features are crude, intimidating with large lower tusk some 6 inches long, her imposing visage befitting her great size, underlying a fierce personality- with slightly larger lower lips and an almost flat nose. She possessess dark green if almost ebony skin with the rare patches of white scattered across her body. One such patch of white covers her left eye and reaches as far back as her left ear. Lithoderms—coin-sized bone-and-skin growths as hard as pebbles—speckle her arms, shoulders, and torso. Her hair is midnight black and is braided in long locks (dreads) that reach as far as the small of her back. Narges's eyes are a brilliant green, her skull having a slightly jutting eyebrow ridge, wide jaw, and the occasional lithoderms as well, with a few running above the eyebrows of each eye. Her form is rather voluptuous, given her large size, but rippling with muscle, as well as countless faded lines of healed scars that all reveal a hard life lived at the edge of a sword. Her eyes reveal an inner light that betrays some intelligence that is at odds with her seemingly dimwitted visage. Her knuckles are edge with the hard bone of lithoderms, so even unarmed her hands would serve to bloody ones face if she so minded to. Her ears are slightly angled like that of most orcs, but is slightly longer, as those found on a Goliath Ogre.
Skills/Abilities: - Mastery of the blade: Nargesh's clan descended from a long line of blademasters of an almost lost martial art of the Orcish people. The Iron Heart discipline focuses on pure weapon skill. Its students learn to complete fighting maneuvers that border on the supernatural. Absolute mastery of the sword is the goal of the Iron Heart discipline. Through unending practice and study, the Iron Heart adept achieves extraordinary skill with her weapons. Iron Heart maneuvers are demonstrations of uncanny martial skill—weaving patterns of steel that dizzy, confuse, and ultimately kill with no recourse. The key skill is balance, because body control, good footing, and impeccable timing are important to completing Iron Heart maneuvers. Nargesh training was sadly abandoned before she could ever become close to a true master, what she has kept and perfected, she passes on to new blade recruits. -Blacksmith: Nargesh managed to pick up skills in forging and tempering steel, as was her tribes tradition. While no master of the art, she reveals competent skill. -Blood OF The Giant: Physical strength and stamina; being half orc and half Goliathian Ogre, Nargesh possess extraordinary physical might, as well as stamina. She could run for hours at roughly 30mph- as fast as a horse, though, not for as long- and can crush the head of an elf with one hand. -Embrace Pain: while gripped by bloodlust, Nargesh can shrug off wounds that would fell lesser orcs, and has a incredible tolerance to physical pain. -Heightened hearing
Equipment: - The Battered and well used armor worn by Nargesh is a collection of war trophies and melted down iron plates fitted for her overgrown size. Lined with fur as well as well decorated for her many kills and victories. - The Greatsword wielded by Nargesh is nearly larger then she is, at an easy 9 feet in length, several inches across. Her strength and skill allow her to easily cut down several lesser foes with but a single swing. - Nargesh also keeps a longer dagger, nearly the length of a sword for smaller individuals, at the small of her back within easy reach should she need it. - She is also known to carry throwing axes as her only ranged option. - Whip, used when training new recruits of the blades.
Nargesh – as her strange appearance would hint- is the by product of the coupling of orc and ogre blood. While rare it is not completely unheard of, however, Nargesh's conception was anything but consensual. A raid on her tribe, the Mor-dashka, by an enemy tribe of ogres saw to the unfortunate event of Nargesh's mother violently raped and left for dead. The tribe survived- albeit barely- and so did Nargesh's mother; against all odds. Gulfzush – Narsgesh's mother- would later that year give birth to her daughter. Upon seeing the new born, the midwife had nearly killed it in infancy. Gulfzush intervened and begged her to keep the nature of the child secret. A adept of some skill in shamanistic magic, Nargesh used a simple illusion spell to hid the child’s ogre features. The majority of Nargesh's childhood from then on was quite uneventful, save for the raids, skirmishes, or even the rare wars that are common among the orckin. Lead by their new warlord, Othlg gra-Gonhamph, who's wife was Gulfzush herself. She was one of the many wives he had, but was easily his most favored, for both her wisdom and mystical might. Nargesh was treated no better growing up even if many believed her to be the offspring of the warchief. If anything, she was pushed harder then most. As days grew harder for he tribe, a few of the younger women were taking up arms. Even at ten years of age, Nargesh had already grown considerably, capable of besting any of the boys in a fight. For, this she earned the nickname “Tall-Shadow” among her people. She was thus pushed harder than most, and made up the only few female warriors of the tribe. She was trained personally by her -as she believed at the time- father, who tended to favor her due to her brute strength and size. In fact, Othlg often lamented on the subject of her gender, wishing she had but been born a male to thus inherent his leadership. He knew far too well the ways of his people would not so easily bend to the will of a woman.
Misfortune would strike when the tribe was forced to raid into the southern plains due to an ongoing drought in orc lands. These were Cadoorian Imperial lands, however, and they did not take too kindly to their lands being looted. Othlg traveled quickly with his tribe to the western north mountains, believing the caves and rocks there would allow his people to hide until the men had given up the search. However, he had underestimated how organized The Empires armies were, as the limitanei border troops had to operate with a great deal of autonomy, and thus were quick to track down the tribe en-route. The tribe fought bravely, and Othlg himself lead the battle, but ultimately it proved a disaster for the unorganized and undisciplined orc tribal warriors. Othlg gra-Gonhamph as well as Gulfzush herself fell in the battle, and most of the tribe was routed in short order. Those who fled were run down, and Nargesh herself was later captured. She had single-handedly killed fifteen men before she was taken down. Brought low by a powerful spell of holding when more direct but mundane means proved deadly. The Lord Captain decided a quick death would not serve as punishment, and took her and many of her surviving tribe members as slaves back to the capital. Cadoori entertainment consisted of a unique form of public showing, known as gladiatorial games fought in large arenas called Collosies, for it was here that she and he kin were sentenced to death as her, and all her fellow tribesmen as well as other condemned prisoners were thrown into a fighting pit, and told only the last one standing would live. Almost over one hundred orcs and other undesirables were flung into the arena, after a day and a half of bloodshed, only one blood soaked Nargesh remained. Bruised but alive, she had defied all odds, and it was by this time -without the magic of her mothers over her- she was revealed to be what she truly was. Seeing her near pitch black skin and lithoderms for the first time caused her to believe the gods had cursed her for slaying her own kin.
On that day on she was Known simply as “The Shadow of Death,” born from the fact she had survived as well has he unnaturally dark skin. She became a crowd favorite, going on to survive many more bouts, earning a bloody reputation as her skill and infamy grew. When Nar Mat Kordh-Ishi were employed by the Empire to quell a rebellion, they heard of the black orc that could not be killed, and quickly sought to buy her freedom. Nargesh was given the simple choice of then continuing on in her own path, or joining the then still young Mercenary band. She decided the gods had given her a second chance, and joined the band willingly. Becoming one, if not their most skilled, blademaster.
Personality and Psychological profile: Nargesh carries herself with a stoic resolute attitude, being quick to anger and slow to forgive slits- imagined or not. Having sprung from two races not known for their intelligence, it should perhaps come as little surprise Nargesh does not possess much when it comes to quickness of the mind. Her method of solving a problem is often direct, if not painfully obvious or predictable. She has little in the ways of humor and the subtlety of sarcasm are lost on her more than not. Brutish though brilliant in martial matters, she understands little beyond fighting. Combined with her dull wit and the vaunted libido of a Goliath Ogre, makes for an individual who approaches almost everything in a direct and open manner. She cares little for accolades, false gestures, or praise. Actions speak loudest to her, not words.
