Lonewolf685

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Hey @Lonewolf685, I finished editing. Is this acceptable now?

@Scarifar

Yeah, that flows a lot a better. I appreciate it.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Ok, I'm just dropping this here. This will become important now that the fights will begin again. Finally, an updated version of my characters, with the parts that count:

@KoL

KoL, your Feats for levels 5, 6, and 7 are all the options for level 5 on the fancy new CS. Now, considering the Rogue gets a Feat like:

Adaptive Ability: Allows you to take any Feat level 7 or lower you do not have.

I do not believe that Avatars just have the natural ability to choose prior Feats without something like Adaptive Ability, or a player's own ability, at work. This looks more like a typo to me....but I also don't want Princess throwing an Atlas Fist when everyone knows she took up Icarus Strike.

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I only saw one shot being fired, and when Eclipse Princess appears, it seems like the logical thing to do would be to stop for a moment to take in this new obstacle.

Then again, I'm not in control of your character, so I wouldn't know. And maybe you're right about my entrance and stuff. I'll do some editing.

@Scarifar

Maybe, if that obstacle wasn't a known enemy who identified as an enemy, and Broker wasn't driving a tank on a suicide mission towards a group of more enemies in an active warzone. Eclipse Princess is a known quantity, and since they are on opposing factions on an active battlefield, Broker isn't going to stop the tank because a few living obstacles cropped up.

I don't want to outright deny you the fight, but when you put yourself in such a spot where I either have to run you down / put a tank round through you to continue my battle plan, or stop and get CCed to death by Icy Mint and E.Princess, I know what choice I will make.

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@Scarifar

I know you needed an entry point for your avatar, and while I normally wouldn't mind the help in a 1v2 situation, Stinging Butterfly's presence doesn't make any sense as to why he is with Broker of Fortune. She was out on her own PvP-ing and grinding in the wastelands at a time when most players were offline for a festival. The only reason she dropped everything and ran back in a route so direct she's carving it through the environment is because antagonist plot McGuffin, and the Ivory Masks are in the area because they want to cover the flank of their main force from a defensible position.

The point I'm getting at is that I don't know why Stinging Butterfly is present, when by all logical accounts Broker should be alone against the enemy. If he's grinding mobs, maybe that's why he's in the area, but that he just happens to be following along the raging tank is peculiar. And then for reasons I can only prescribe to the Rule of Cool, he jumps in front of tank that has been gunning its engine and firing consistently before it, meaning he's going to be run over and killed regardless since he wedged himself between a tank and a lance wielding berserker.

If you needed a starting location, why not the Blue City? Or perhaps reconsider the actions Stinging Butterfly took in his introduction to the fight between Broker and Princess.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Tamamo wasn't kidding when she said she had the best Master.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Richard Montag - Babylonia

It really was no wonder that someone among their party would brute force their way through the situation, and Richard would be the first to admit his surprise at the bloodless efficacy of a charging Berserker up the ziggurats steps. This had left the guards stunned, and rightly so, meaning he was quick to follow behind Keisuke before any of them gathered their wits enough to contemplate barring their path with the business end of their spears the next time. With how close he was to the group's point man, Richard found his path as unbarred as Keisuke and came to a stop before the dethroning of a king whose reign was found wanting.

"This is...well, we can't say this was unexpected in Babylon, can we?" Richard remarked to no one in particular while watching Lancelot of all people make first contact with the unaligned Servants. That they classified the Golden Servant as Gilgamesh left Richard with a strong guess as to who the effeminate man beside him could be if the legend was anything to go by, but the identity of the woman was harder to pin down. Since she lacked any resemblance to the man who imitated a divinely blessed beauty, he had no clue how to entangle her into the Epic of Gilgamesh, so it was in all likelihood she either belonged to the region rather then a tie in to Gilgamesh and Enkidu.

"Assassin, whatever happens here, keep an eye on the woman. I do not wish her to fade from view because we are blinded by gold."

It was unfortunate that there was no chance to discuss the group's course of action, especially when it was quickly made apparent that Lancelot and the priest guiding them had some prior experience with the oldest hero, but they would have to manage without a battle plan on this engagement.

"Pardon me, but if I could add upon the knight's case. We are time displaced magi and Servants with no desire to harm the garden you have cultivated. We have no desire for conquest or plunder, only to right the wrongs that will ruin the world you wrested from the gods and gave onto man. As you have already found, your kingdom is threatened by forces both within," Richard pointedly looked at the corpse Gilgamesh had cast aside, "- and without. If you would allow us to remove the threat of the grail from these lands -perhaps under the super vision of a trusted companion if you would like- then you would be left with ample time to restore the values which made your kingdom prosperous under your reign. Why dirty your hands when the people are in dire need of your wisdom."

@GreenGoat @PKMNB0Y

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Tamamo No Mae - Scandinavia

"Yata! Master, did you see how she ran from our might? With your prana and my magic, there will be many more fleeing just like that Valkyrie, I would wager."

The vulpine Servant was feeling very good about herself as the enemy ran off into the mists and the rugged knight showered her- As it was clearly directed at her and Seyrun alone for saving him- with praise for saving him from being impaled on Valkyrie's spear. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had lifted a finger to aid him, even if she herself had just ton explosives into the fray. If the others' Masters couldn't stand against simple undead thralls without the aid of their Servants, then this was further proof of the greatness that was her own Master's capability.

"Now you there, Mr. Siegfried!" Tamamo said with finger thrust towards the Saber class, ignorant of the playwright's cries for help since she was the farthest from where he arrived. "Lead us to this village, and explain what has brought the anger of a war bound spirit like that Lancer upon. Was she the one responsible for all of this hideous scenery, or are you a scoundrel who bedeviled her heart and has been saved by our ignorant intervention?"

@KoL

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Margarita Reynard - Scandinavia

Margarita made no effort to conceal the smirk tugging at her lips upon witnessing Walgrave's startled reaction to her interference. It must have been a wound to his pride that he received the aid of a magus many times his inferior, and that was exactly what the French gunner had been endeavoring to do.

"If certain death isn't a kick in the pants, then an affront to their sensibilities-" Pausing in her speech, Margarita spun on her heel and scooped up the boisterous Faust just as one of the dead made a swipe for where she had stood. In the time it would have taken to mutter an irate 'Marde' for making an attack on her Servant, she carried herself with the momentum and struck it clean across the head with the side of her musket. It was thrown to ground and didn't arise, the shrapnel of its inwardly crushed skull shredding what remained of its skull that didn't turn to pulp outright. "-will just have to do."

"Faust, as proud as you may be in your friend, please keep an eye on the surroundings. If you eaten, then I will have no one to share the ice cream with but all these Dead, and they make very poor dining companions." She lightly chastised the child, unwilling to outright say it was the loudness of her cheering that masked the shambling of that one rotter which had gotten uncomfortably close. Luckily the horde was thinning to non-existence between the strength of everyone's combined arms, and there was not a single scratch to show for their efforts.

@VitaVitaAR

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New plan: Vendetta into 200% burst damage > Stab several times > curbstomp to assure death

Also how tanky is Reality? Nyx is all about burst damage so he could very well get rekt in a single round if he's of typical mage squishiness.

@Mega Birb

He's a mage, so not very tanky, but considering his hiding in plain sight with the best view available, sneaking up on the mage before he can portal away is tricky.

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Vendetta > Stab several times > Kick off wall to death

@Mega Birb

Feel free to try, though kicking someone off the wall whose primary power is essentially a portal gun may not be the wisest move unless you want to be the bloke who goes down as history for being the first person to be melee attacked to death by a mage character :3

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@Lonewolf685 Can I merk Warped Reality?

@Mega Birb

Umm, what do you mean by 'merk'?

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Broker Of Fortune

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Break on through to the other side.

Break on through~

Break on through~

Break on through to the other side~!

The mind of a tank operator Bruiser was dominated by this looping chorus, the rest of the lyrics seemingly forgotten while her hands kept a white knuckled grip on the controls to keep the dinged King Tiger moving in a straight line. Its path was the shortest to the ensuing battle, though by no means the easiest as every few minutes the roof of the vehicle would be battered under a rain of debris from Broker running through a dilapidated wall or one story building. There wasn't a doubt in the operators mind that this wouldn't be causing some serious harm to her mount of choice, though knowing she was driving it towards the rear of an overwhelming force without any support of her own, Broker had no intention of getting through this with the King Tiger intact.

"Y'all snug back there?" She asked rhetorically, briefly casting her eyes back to look upon her ace in the hole, or more aptly, her many pocket aces. Nestled into every nook and cranny of the cockpit that Broker herself wasn't occupying or needed in order drive the tank, where a great many improvised explosive devices. Fashioned from the blasting caps of the tank's HE rounds, Broker had actually started converted them into bombs back during the brief civil war in the Black City in order to have a stockpile in her inventory for those times she needed a big finisher and was on foot. Once that mess was wrapped up, there was nothing stopping her from using the spoils of that conflict and the extra munitions laying around the Bruiser's workshops in order to stockpile a few dozen IEDs.

"I know, I know. Really hate to have to send you out to pasture, but it's not like we can expect to drive straight through their forces with any hope of getting the gate open." Broker said in a consolatory tone and gingerly stroking the throttle of the war machine, almost taking the rumble of its engine as a mournful wail towards their imminent parting. "You're going to go out with a bang and shred them with tank sized shrapnel. Doubtful we kill everyone with the blast, but if the Bruisers have two brain cells to rub together, they'll smash the Masks while they are disorganized...'course, considering our chronic lack of leadership in times of crisis, that may be hoping for too much."

Even Broker was starting to find it irksome how disorganized the supposed guild of commerce and crafting could be. Titania and Absinthe left everyone in the lurch last time something happened, and by all accounts Bel had only gotten more unreliable since then, to the point that recruitment numbers were dropping in correlation to her outbursts. Broker was all for cooperating with madmen and despots if it kept the gears of progress greased, but when everyone who should be holding the mantle of responsibility is absent and the onus falls upon he...

Her thoughts drifted to Retsu. A person she admired, yet seemed to have cast her aside wholesale after their infiltration of Chiyo's home. Perhaps she had her reasons, and the festival was certain to eat up most people's time.

"Grr, screw them. I'm done being the second string. Bust my ass and drop everything on the drop of hat when they need something, but no one can do their damned jobs when we need them. Why do I need to be subservient to Kings or they lieutenants when the shit is going to roll down hill once any pressure is on them?!"

Punctuating her frustration, Broker of Fortune squeezed down on the trigger and fired a round straight ahead of her, toppling a wall with a resounding blast of force and sound that would certainly alarm the ambushers in weight. It didn't matter if they heard her early or detected her later by the sound of the treads toppling stone and concrete.

"CC couldn't stop me, and I'll be damned if a bit of debris does either." She growled over the nose of a second report, further tunneling through the mess of the faded city to hasten her travel. While it didn't have as many HE rounds as it did IEDs sitting in the back, Broker wasn't concerned with saving herself any once she took to the battle field. That was what the canister rounds were for.

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Warped Reality

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Rufus could be said to be a person that prided themselves on fading into the background, assuming a man like him had any pride to begin with, but his DGO avatar one for putting on a grand display at the expense of his adversaries.

"Out of the dumpster and onto the stage." Warped remarked, face split like the Cheshire cat as he raked his gaze upon the army of Fanged Rangers, a sea of green speckled with flecks of white, throw themselves upon the walls painted scarlet and soon to be dyed a different shade of red. "Not a bad venue. Someone could make a killing selling pop corn up here, because the view is amazing!"

And indeed, the view from atop the Scarlet Harley's own battlements was breath taking, though for the defenders themselves the absence of breath was more likely from horror then any appreciation for the vista. This was no concern for the mage who had always possessed a deep love of elevated places, one that he may as well have been branded with given his name. Perhaps it was the sense of scale it offered as one gazes down onto the tiny, tiny world, or the shift in perspective as he contemplates his place and that of others within it.

But regardless of reasoning, Warped could say without a shadow of a doubt he wanted to share this view with someone who would appreciate it. Looking about on either side of the portal he used to walk from the field below to the highest crenellations of the wall, he quickly deduced that none of the Harleys would appreciate knowing an enemy was standing among them, so that only left the Rangers down below. They appeared as though a swarm of ants, indistinct in their grouping and difficult to discern who would be the best to open a portal onto the battlements for. It would only be open a minute at the most, so whoever was nearby could run in as well but that didn't leave a lot of time for people to see it, determine it was friendly, and decide to run through it.

However, before he decided to decided to open up his portal in the most densely packed area of Rangers, he caught sight of a lumbering golem that looked perfect to be dropped amidst the defenders. There may or may not have been a green smudge riding atop it, but Rufus didn't care to consider if they minded this or not. He pointed the tip of his staff down towards the earth beneath the Green King's mount and cast his Gateway ability. It would instantly fall through the oval portal as the ground gave way and would drop it, along with anyone who followed after the Green King within the next minute, to be instantly carried up onto the Harley's wall among the unsuspecting defenders.

"Heh, now this is what I call company!"

@TheWindel@KoL