knighthawk

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

When the suits were shut down, just like before when his arms were remotely controlled, the frame activated the full extent of his defensive systems, drawing in all the limbs as it crashed to the ground to minimize damage to them both. This also had him tolling about like an egg on the field for a few miles as he was in full afterburner when the kill switch went off. Thankfully his pod had the heightened protection of folding him into a fetal position when this all started.

With the frames sitting around waiting for pickup, he activated the comlinks to all.

I just wanted to take a moment to say 'thank you' to you all, regardless of what these fools say, I would be honored to fight beside you all in the war. He may have wanted us to be bloodthisty assholes, but if we are to become monsters to fight the monsters, then we loose our humanity. The very humanity we are trying to save.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Drizzak may even claim a dog for himself, if that's possible. Horses too big after all.

@Horrid

@Horrid okay, updated the list. Sorry no doggie this time since these are trained to kill anyone but their masters. But it gives ke an idea for later, so no worries.

@Afina

All good. Drizzak isn't exactly versed in Handle Animal anyway.

@Horrid

Lob comes from a tribe of dog riders, even if he is barred from taking land riding as a skill he might be able to help 'little lob' get a dog of his own.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

The slavers scene was as savage as any tribes victory, ravaging the dead or eating the fallen are things he has seen before in his life many times over. Savagery is a staple to a savage. He had smelled the enemy scent before and gave them a chance to approach with stealth before the engagement but the group was too loud and large for such an way. Lob had done his best to prepare them before the fight began, anything more would be up to themselves as those others entered the clearing.

Lob did not.

He stuck to the brush, keeping his stink as he slipped in a circle around the main fight. Against a single tree was a cunning enemy, a very fat 'hunter' who did not release his dogs but rather stayed behind the three while he knocked and drew as he took the time to drown-out all the noise to approach the tranquility of the shot. Sadly that zoning out wound be his downfall as the beast climbed up the back of the tree the archer was using as a shield and drew his club.

He hooked the ball of the club at the base of the branch and hopped back, letting his three massive frame swing down and SLAM into the archer, the shot going wide as all of the kinetic energy transfered to the overweight opponent to stagger off against a tree with a sickening crack as he fall down at an impossible angle.

Now Lob had a problem he hadn't considered as the three dogs now had him surrounded with them chained and nowhere for them to escape.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Lob was confused, why did the That One Speak to her that way? THey were bad, they were dead, he wasent mad she took his kill, he was mad that they did kill. Those had weapons, they would kill, it was a good fight, it was good deaths. He was just dumb, dumber than Lob.

“Alright Lob, find the pack.”

All other wonders were gone as he was given an order, he moved from the eyeless to the headless to the limbless, each one had a scent and he was weaving them together, he found places where others had run off but circled the plaza once more before he bayed a fercious howl and took off on all fours, massive bone slung over his back as he began the tracking.

Now, aside from being a beast, he was still a barbarian. He survived by avoiding the obvious dangers. He kept his senses alert for hiding holes, snares and traps. he tracked by smell but watched and listened for danger, tracking a wounded animal often meant facing a cornered animal with nothing to loose. here were many scents to follow so there was more than one to watch out for.

He took them north, the smell is easy enough to follow with the woods on either side, he stuck to the brushes
and the lowest of tree branches. Soon he could smell the rotting flesh and meat, offal and gizzards traveled for miles untill the scent of smoke filled his nose, he stopped when he could smell dog and did not bring them any closer.

Looking around he gathered up a set of bear dung and began to slather his arms and chest with the droppings while looking for more for the others to hide their scent. Looking to the others he began to use tribal sign language of hunters to keep silent while talking in case others did not talk in sign.

"Many and dogs, one long away.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Lob took a few more moments to work his weapon until it positively glowed, he shuddered from the effort but finally felt that the work was finished and licked his hand clean of the last remnants. While he had been polishing his pounder, he watched the alpha female do her work to gather information. When she dropped the eyes off her arrow, Lob loped over and took the two s he got closer to her but a respectable distance.

"Lob find good! Find them!"

He sniffed the eyeballs in his hand and emulated the tracking of a dog to squat next to the dead mercenary. With his first tribe he had lived with the dogriders and slept with the dogs at night. He had learned to track by scent, a skill apparently lost to most of all races and most rangers. They needed the stink of ten orcs to track them a mile, he could fine a single orc over ten miles.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

A.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

"This information will prove valuable. We will wait a while and see what grows of the seeds of strife that you planted; you have done well. I will have to give you some sort of reward for this, but first, let us pay a visit to the newest lands of my domain."

By the time the report was done, Octavius was Fully dressed with his armor hiding the multitude of scars while tinkerhel remained naked. Clothing Octavius first was an appreciated act of submission, either that or simple placation for him while truly submitting to the keeper. Either way she clothes were a snap to get on, or off, quite literally a snap of her fingers summoned serpentine straps of sable to keep her in place.

A snap was just as long as it took for the keeper to take them to the source of the new carnage. His stomach churned at the bedlam that these others caused. Even with enchantments and experience he was still sickened by the carnage. There was a reason he never went to war, it was to avoid wholesale slaughter like this.

Then the imps came, just as before like an infection of infernal army ants to scour the land clean of any life left in this place. Unsure of any other plans, he kept the greatsword resting on his shoulder while in a protective position over the keeper and tinkerhel on the other side. He watched and waited for all the others to fall in at the lords command.

"Well, this could have certainly gone more smoothly, but in the end it turned out well enough I suppose...of course, without Shukra's guidance the orcs let some fleeing peasants escape. I will need a volunteer or two to hunt them down before they reach another settlement, so that they cannot draw unwanted attention to us. There is also the matter of who will govern this trashpile of a holdfast. And the matter of what to do with those who were too cowardly or incapable of taking charge this battle. Anybody care to chime in?"

Riding the praise, he sought to strengthen the position of his good work by summoning a mount from the wand on his arm. In truth he wanted to be well out of the reach of backlash when the keeper started culling disappointments. Getting away from the carnage would be a relief to his overwhelmed senses as well.

"Please sire, let me ride down the stragglers as time is of the essence."

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Your character was helped by a goblin covered on blood, a nun healed you with a potion, you were given more potions and an orc drug a body across the road and then is polishing his knob sitting next to a large man sitting there topless. O.o If you can come up with something to post just off that alone, taking out everyone else's actions, I don't know what to tell you.

@Afina

@Billsomething
We also have all of the slaver weapons and armor to gather up and equip two characters with the archers bows.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

so the orc is rubbing his bone while sitting next to a topless fighter...

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Finished the scent depository. With GM permission I will be adding this to our list of important NPC's and animals we hunt.

Drizzak -smoked meat, burnt earth and occasionally strawberries..
Fiona - wilderness, the road, and a little of her horse
Hanzo -outdoor air, with hints of morning dampness and a slight earthy aroma.
Hugh - tobacco, horse, his own sweat, metal, and grass.
Lob - Dry dog, dirt, bit of dung
Melvis - At the moment, Melvus smells like blood
Mortosh -sorta dead with rust smell to him as well as a bit of blueberry
Sana - cedar wood and jasmine flower.
Sister Agnes-Lavender and rosemary oil
Tobias -sweat and red apples.
Vaeri -surrounding forest with a hint of cinnamon.
Zack -Ash
Zam-flowery blueberry and has a hint rust to her scent