I don't know if I've pointed this out.
Is the armor that Klaast wears standard issue, or is the armor that the guards wear lower quality?
Because if it's standard issue, then LeeRoy is on a ship with a metric butt ton of high tier characters.
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By the way, Green I actually commented in your thread.
If you're going for raw impact and imposing size and weight, solid boron steel skeleton with tungsten carbide plating. It'll take one hell of a beating before going down. The weight will actually go up, however, with the Tungsten Carbide plating because it's one of the heaviest metals out there. Depending on just how tall this thing is.
The joints themselves would require ridiculous amounts of strength, you'd need individual motors for every single joint. And I'm talking motors like in this thing:
However, once you could get that weight into movement it'd be hard to stop. You'd need some kind of electronic control system that takes into account any deviation. Allowing the user to overcome this massive weight issue.
The joints themselves would require ridiculous amounts of strength, you'd need individual motors for every single joint. And I'm talking motors like in this thing:
However, once you could get that weight into movement it'd be hard to stop. You'd need some kind of electronic control system that takes into account any deviation. Allowing the user to overcome this massive weight issue.
Pacific Rim's a cool movie at all, but it made the mechs too flashy. I'm a more utilitarian person when it comes to designing Mechs. Megas XLR is my kind of mech.
If your mech weighs less than 100 tons then it's too short.
Wait, what?
Snarnorgul is an intermediate tier, and he can lift 100 tons.
Snarnorgul is an intermediate tier, and he can lift 100 tons.
I couldn't bring myself to do it if I tried.
http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Katanas_are_Underpowered_in_d20
You're gonna enjoy this read, unless you're the kind who praises Katanas as the highest tier weapon. Then you're gonna have a real bad day.
You're gonna enjoy this read, unless you're the kind who praises Katanas as the highest tier weapon. Then you're gonna have a real bad day.
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Though there were dark forms standing behind him, possibly dangerous, but there was something else. And Erde's eyes scanned the horizon before him, searching almost frantically for the source of this intrusion into his influence zone.
There was a foulness in the air, in the earth, as though something powerful and corrupted was nearby. A deep thrumming, like the sound of a bass-line string quartet started to come from within Erde's chest. It elevated to the sounds of war horns, as though an army of men was ready to wage war within his body. Erde's hulking form twisted upwards from its sitting position, unnaturally rotating parts of his body to better position him. The ground began to rumble and the horns began to sound like screaming, the screaming of a thousand men and women. A primal roar of the men and women of war echoed outwards, the sound was quickly followed by a tremor emanating from beneath Erde's feet. His influence zone was being infected with a disease, a pestilence. Like a virus his body began to defend on its own. The ground that obeyed his will began to shake, waves of stone and dirt pulsing up and down like the water of the oceans.
For the first time in two years and three months Erde spoke, and his voice boomed with a powerful certainty. No hint of fear, no hint of overconfidence. A simple warning to those who dare infect the ground with unnatural presence. "Evil powers fear. Holy light beware. You are in a neutral zone, and the very ground you stand on will stop you." The twin bronze boots that are his feet dug downwards, accelerating the growth of his twin pillars. Sending the two earthen spires twisting upwards at nearly three times the speed that they were moving at before. By sundown they would reach the sky and tear apart the clouds. It would take a few more days to properly show them the sky, in fact it might prove more difficult than it seems. With the emergence of this rancid presence Erde had no idea what to expect.
Though there were dark forms standing behind him, possibly dangerous, but there was something else. And Erde's eyes scanned the horizon before him, searching almost frantically for the source of this intrusion into his influence zone.
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