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Just a humble attempt to assist the scene:
Breathing, breathing is good. Slow, like the sand. Still, like the earth. Coiling, like a gyser. Erupt, like an earthquake!
They had the moment to leap before the ships collided, but they were still aiming for the gap of the upturned docking ramp and not a wide target would it be. For just a moment he wished he spoke with the spirits of the wind to guide them all in rather than the spirits of the earth so very far away. But there was always his specialty, he spoke to the metals and they spoke back.
He called out to the steel, reaching out to the metal and beckoning for it to reach back to him by opening the ramp, if even a few inches. He called to the chains, letting them be like vines to swing from. Thick fingers found purchase in a length of links and he swung in as a living flail head meant to smash through the deckhands.
"We need to kill them and preferably now!"
Victory would only be achieved with shock and awe. Larach could think of nothing more awe inspiring than a half ton horse crashing through the air and breaking the big brass bell hanging from the wall. As he unfurled himself, he really hoped that was the alarm to the rest of the ship he broke and not just the dinner bell. He got up just in time to be knocked off his feet again as the ships collided.
They had the moment to leap before the ships collided, but they were still aiming for the gap of the upturned docking ramp and not a wide target would it be. For just a moment he wished he spoke with the spirits of the wind to guide them all in rather than the spirits of the earth so very far away. But there was always his specialty, he spoke to the metals and they spoke back.
He called out to the steel, reaching out to the metal and beckoning for it to reach back to him by opening the ramp, if even a few inches. He called to the chains, letting them be like vines to swing from. Thick fingers found purchase in a length of links and he swung in as a living flail head meant to smash through the deckhands.
"We need to kill them and preferably now!"
Victory would only be achieved with shock and awe. Larach could think of nothing more awe inspiring than a half ton horse crashing through the air and breaking the big brass bell hanging from the wall. As he unfurled himself, he really hoped that was the alarm to the rest of the ship he broke and not just the dinner bell. He got up just in time to be knocked off his feet again as the ships collided.
I'll post when I can, feeling a bit under the weather.
@Isengrim Could I get a general description of the ship, or does it not matter.
Abiut to ask the same thing, a fire mage, on a wooden ship, shooting jets of fire on their own deck seems like a bad plan. Does the enemy ship have sails to worry about as well?
It will turn out very bad indeed if there was a mutiny.
Isnt that kind-of how she got the ship in the first place?
Sasha was taking up the rear of the trail, his height giving him a languid stride that looked as lazy as the way he draped the polearm over one shoulder. At the moment, he carried his jingasa (hat) on one arm like a shield since the trees were shade enough and the woven reeds might be the difference between a rancid orc arrow hitting or not. Every minute or so he would roll his wrist, letting the weapon drop and whip around before setting it back away. It was far apart enough to not tire his limb while at the same time develop the muscle memory he needed to develop as a warrior, not a blacksmith.
The complains of his 'cousin' made him look sidelong at the true barbarian of the group. He remembered being a child under the protection of the great snake, he knew that others were protected by other great beasts, he knew the great snake ate people.Did his cousin eat others?
"I certainly hope you don't plan on actually eating orc flesh..."
And with that he probably showed just how green he still was. Not grass green like a farmer with a hatchet for the first time knocking on the black gates, but clearly not as seasoned as his years should suggest.
The complains of his 'cousin' made him look sidelong at the true barbarian of the group. He remembered being a child under the protection of the great snake, he knew that others were protected by other great beasts, he knew the great snake ate people.Did his cousin eat others?
"I certainly hope you don't plan on actually eating orc flesh..."
And with that he probably showed just how green he still was. Not grass green like a farmer with a hatchet for the first time knocking on the black gates, but clearly not as seasoned as his years should suggest.
Name: Boar
Age: 25
Race: Orc
Appearance:
School: Smiling fist
Fighting Style: Power through might, and like the wild pig, to close the distance even if it means running up the spear in your gut. Lots of step-in or step-through power blows and two step charge feeding into to lunges. For a style based on closing in, there is no emphasis on grapples but rather delivering enough power to knock the opponent back and close in all over again.
Boar was taught how to direct his Chi inward, to promote healing and regeneration for surviving such a reckless style of combat.
Weaknesses: Like the boar, it is meant to finish the fight quickly, not meant for long battles or wars. Ranged weapons are limited to whatever they can get their hands on to throw ahead of them. No emphasis on grapples and constant charging leaves windows for throw exploitation.
Weapons: Due to the sheer power and might, more-so when in orc hands, weapons are all considered 'disposable' and so take the position of 'escrima stick-staff-tetsubo' based on their size and weight.
History:
Twenty years ago, Venerable Boar of the smiling fist was not so venerable. A beastman of the porcine blood, he once came upon an Orc village destroyed by a raid. He gathered up the few survivors and brought them back to the Smiling fist temple to treat their wounds and help them get back on their feet. One boy, moved by the strangers kindness, threw himself at the masters feet in order to pay the debt of his village.
Three times the master tried to sent the boy home with his parents, and three times he refused. He sat at the top of the stairs for three days, he was kicked down the stairs three times by other students, lastly, the boy grew so ferocious he broke three bones trying to break the door down to get back in. He was brought back in to have his wounds tented to, and while Master Boar would not train him, a young master Nightoak saw something in the boy to be cultivated.
For fifteen years he was broken and bled all over the temple stones. For ten years he got back up and knocked back down again. For five years he knocked back. After a decade and a half, he earned the right to leave the temple walls and he took up a new name for the one who had saved his people. He would now be "Boar" in name of the Venerable master with quite a self imposed legend to live up to.
His first time traveling the lands, he came upon a human who claimed to be a disciple of the smiling fist. Not knowing him from the temple, he challenged the smaller one to a match. It was a glorious fight and clearly they were of the same root, but their teachers had each made a different emphasis. Boar spent so much time getting knocked around that he never developed any counterattacks for grappling maneuvers, like he did direct strikes, and that was his downfall. Loosing to someone half his weight was humbling, but also a moment of insight, he had so much more to learn and a whole world to teach him.
My relation to Lee Mitas
Also a student of the smiling fist, they were the first of the same school to face each other in the real world. but different teachers emphasized different aspects and racial anatomy leans to other focuses more. As such, even thought they both are of smiling fist, every time they meet makes for an amazing scene.
Age: 25
Race: Orc
Appearance:
School: Smiling fist
Fighting Style: Power through might, and like the wild pig, to close the distance even if it means running up the spear in your gut. Lots of step-in or step-through power blows and two step charge feeding into to lunges. For a style based on closing in, there is no emphasis on grapples but rather delivering enough power to knock the opponent back and close in all over again.
Boar was taught how to direct his Chi inward, to promote healing and regeneration for surviving such a reckless style of combat.
Weaknesses: Like the boar, it is meant to finish the fight quickly, not meant for long battles or wars. Ranged weapons are limited to whatever they can get their hands on to throw ahead of them. No emphasis on grapples and constant charging leaves windows for throw exploitation.
Weapons: Due to the sheer power and might, more-so when in orc hands, weapons are all considered 'disposable' and so take the position of 'escrima stick-staff-tetsubo' based on their size and weight.
History:
Twenty years ago, Venerable Boar of the smiling fist was not so venerable. A beastman of the porcine blood, he once came upon an Orc village destroyed by a raid. He gathered up the few survivors and brought them back to the Smiling fist temple to treat their wounds and help them get back on their feet. One boy, moved by the strangers kindness, threw himself at the masters feet in order to pay the debt of his village.
Three times the master tried to sent the boy home with his parents, and three times he refused. He sat at the top of the stairs for three days, he was kicked down the stairs three times by other students, lastly, the boy grew so ferocious he broke three bones trying to break the door down to get back in. He was brought back in to have his wounds tented to, and while Master Boar would not train him, a young master Nightoak saw something in the boy to be cultivated.
For fifteen years he was broken and bled all over the temple stones. For ten years he got back up and knocked back down again. For five years he knocked back. After a decade and a half, he earned the right to leave the temple walls and he took up a new name for the one who had saved his people. He would now be "Boar" in name of the Venerable master with quite a self imposed legend to live up to.
His first time traveling the lands, he came upon a human who claimed to be a disciple of the smiling fist. Not knowing him from the temple, he challenged the smaller one to a match. It was a glorious fight and clearly they were of the same root, but their teachers had each made a different emphasis. Boar spent so much time getting knocked around that he never developed any counterattacks for grappling maneuvers, like he did direct strikes, and that was his downfall. Loosing to someone half his weight was humbling, but also a moment of insight, he had so much more to learn and a whole world to teach him.
My relation to Lee Mitas
Also a student of the smiling fist, they were the first of the same school to face each other in the real world. but different teachers emphasized different aspects and racial anatomy leans to other focuses more. As such, even thought they both are of smiling fist, every time they meet makes for an amazing scene.
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11 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
alright I'll agree to it as long as it does actually break. Having a cheat code unlimited bullet proof vest seems unfair in general to other players.
Absolutely, totally bulletproof would be fine if this were a low level supers game, but I'm seeing this along the lines of Arrow, not the Flash. I'm thinking of the body stocking just to transfer to kinetic damage from piercing to bludgeoning so a shotgun will pulverize a limb instead of blowing it off.
I demand Yuri between Nena and the female furies.
Actualy, Granny Goodness might try to kidnap Nena to make her a furie...
Also, I would drop the hounds intelligence from 2 to 1.
updated history and added chi use to his technique.
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