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Wait a sec, are you pulling my chain with that comment? That is a good one, anyway. I understand being busy. ^^
Sam passed the garage door for the final time, he stood once more mere feet away from Rick, his hold on the present moment grander then anyone could imagine. Sam broke down the possibilities at hand, what would happen, what could happen, and what should happen were all possibilities, but uncertainties. The teenager, of only nineteen, more of a man then most his age, stared down the man who stood beside the body of a monster, not a werewolf, but a true monster in any form. His eyes scanned those present, and Rick's body language, several times before he took his first action. He stripped himself barren of cloth a midst the few who lingered in the front of the property bearing witness to the scene that had previously unraveled, and now beginning to bear witness to the oncoming conclusion to it's consequences.
Sam shifted, his figure in a momentary pulse of pain that, within itself, shifted into a writhing pan along his skeletal system that gave way to his lupine form. His dark fur shook a moment as the inner beast stood with a ready body, in case any were to jump at the chance to fight, and while he never knew if one were to jump or not, he continued on as planned and hunkered himself low to the ground, almost as if to submit and cower to Rick, but he then quickly unleashed his body. The tightly packed, ground hugging, wolf jumped into a wide stance. His legs spread far and sturdy, his back elongated and held high, his muscles tightened and locked up, and the wolf's head was thrust straight up into the air. The stagnant silence int he air was broken by a call, a long eerie, but alluring call echoed throughout the property and it filled the ears of every wolf for at least a mile. The deep, but penetrating tone of the call was known by all shifters. This was the call of a dead Alpha, and a separating pack. It would pierce the ear, and the inner wolf, of every shifter and it would give way to those who were loyal to the monstrous man named Luke, and those who were fed up, and ready to leave the pack. Sam stood stalwart and waiting in the front yard for any and all shifters strong enough to admit their readiness to leave the Claymore pack.
Sam shifted, his figure in a momentary pulse of pain that, within itself, shifted into a writhing pan along his skeletal system that gave way to his lupine form. His dark fur shook a moment as the inner beast stood with a ready body, in case any were to jump at the chance to fight, and while he never knew if one were to jump or not, he continued on as planned and hunkered himself low to the ground, almost as if to submit and cower to Rick, but he then quickly unleashed his body. The tightly packed, ground hugging, wolf jumped into a wide stance. His legs spread far and sturdy, his back elongated and held high, his muscles tightened and locked up, and the wolf's head was thrust straight up into the air. The stagnant silence int he air was broken by a call, a long eerie, but alluring call echoed throughout the property and it filled the ears of every wolf for at least a mile. The deep, but penetrating tone of the call was known by all shifters. This was the call of a dead Alpha, and a separating pack. It would pierce the ear, and the inner wolf, of every shifter and it would give way to those who were loyal to the monstrous man named Luke, and those who were fed up, and ready to leave the pack. Sam stood stalwart and waiting in the front yard for any and all shifters strong enough to admit their readiness to leave the Claymore pack.
Well, I am moving my "2 hour" work mark up to right now, I had to go do some bullshit for my parents. You all know how that works.
Yeah, my apologies. I will be making a post within the next two hours.
Rorik watched as several souls seemed to break from the crowd and stand by his side, but he knew it was less his side, and more so their's. He understood that they were most likely protecting themselves then him, but nonetheless he acknowledged their steadfast nature. The one male even turned to speak with Rorik, in question of his name. Rorik found this irritably ironic, but answered anyway, to his nature.
"I am Rorik, and you?" He asked never turning his head, but nodding as he spoke to give a signal that he had been listening and was returning it. Rorik's hand tightened around his shield and hammer as the Knights of Cold Harbor thickened at the gate and Rorik took a step forward, almost with a slight stomp in his leading foot. The Knights felt angered, but also afraid as well, their plan a foul and their reputation was now uncertain among the people at the very least. Rorik had caused a questionable scene, and no doubt many pondered his sanity, but who wouldn't in this death game., it wasn't uncommon for many to lose their sanity in a world where you are left to fight a game's creation for the sake of your life.
The crowd behind the Knights seemed to shift slightly, like a pool of water beginning to shimmer from side to side, and swirl under the wind or the movement of something. The crowd finally let an uproar bust above the Knights like a wave against the shore. The men, women, and children of the raid party were finally fed-up with the Guild's waiting and forced their mass through the Knights' line of defense and met Rorik and the others just a few feet from the Knights. The men and woman of the guild were shocked, and while not all of the people believed Rorik's words about the plan, the few that did made sure to send the Knights a good message as they were forced through the horde of people and out of the back, now clear across the mass of players. The whole floor's raid party now stood ready, as they should have days ago, and they raised their weapons into the air for all to see, and their voices rained through the air as their signature. Rorik was no leader, and he certainly wasn't a public speaker, but he felt a word for all, at least this time intentional words for all to hear, would be wise.
"Cover the anger and ravenous rage, make it a part of your power! Pummel'em down, let your bloodlust engage! Under your force they will cower! Feelin' the fury so pure and so bright! Breaking the bonds of surrender, under the moon for our home we will fight! His words were bellowed over the horde and through the swamp as he thrusted his hammer into the air and raised his shield in honor of those around him. He began to mumble under his breath a moment with a few words."And we will defend her." Though he quickly rose his voice into a thunder once more for the people to hear.
"And my voice is my violence! Clear the Sky's frozen tears! And no more we'll be silent!" He screamed and shook his hammer in an attempt to rally the party of people and then he lowered his weapon and turned his head to each of the people that had taken his side near the gate. "If we survive, your courage was not in vain." He spoke lowly and directly to those who stood stalwart against the guild with him, and a slight grin curled in the right side of his lips. He then turned and braced his right foot to the right half of the large, double doors and forced his body weight and strength forward to kick ajar the door. The other slowly swung open as it no longer had the other half to hold it in place and Rorik stepped forward into the room.
The room had no ceiling and was an empty courtyard with little more then a few piles of rubble next to the outer walls which caged the courtyard in a square. In the center there was a massive, round pool of water settled where the was most likely a fountain in days of old, but now it was gone, replaced with green colored, miniature lake that seemed stagnant and void of life. It was too dark, and too murky, to see how deep it went, but it was at the very least as tall as any one of the players present and it was about two-hundred feet in diameter. After everyone stopped focusing on the stagnant water, their eyes were averted to the walls, piles of carved stone and swamp vines that lined the supposed lair, there was nothing but muck, grime, sweat, and the most annoying virtual insects man could have invited in the room, but somehow, Rorik knew it was not as easy as it seemed.
"Once more into the Fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and Die on this day...
Live and Die on this day...
He spoke under his breath, almost as if this were his prayer, but he did this at each Boss fight, and he meant it each time as well. He was more then ready to die fighting these beasts, and he would happily accept a death here,in the game, then anywhere else.
"I am Rorik, and you?" He asked never turning his head, but nodding as he spoke to give a signal that he had been listening and was returning it. Rorik's hand tightened around his shield and hammer as the Knights of Cold Harbor thickened at the gate and Rorik took a step forward, almost with a slight stomp in his leading foot. The Knights felt angered, but also afraid as well, their plan a foul and their reputation was now uncertain among the people at the very least. Rorik had caused a questionable scene, and no doubt many pondered his sanity, but who wouldn't in this death game., it wasn't uncommon for many to lose their sanity in a world where you are left to fight a game's creation for the sake of your life.
The crowd behind the Knights seemed to shift slightly, like a pool of water beginning to shimmer from side to side, and swirl under the wind or the movement of something. The crowd finally let an uproar bust above the Knights like a wave against the shore. The men, women, and children of the raid party were finally fed-up with the Guild's waiting and forced their mass through the Knights' line of defense and met Rorik and the others just a few feet from the Knights. The men and woman of the guild were shocked, and while not all of the people believed Rorik's words about the plan, the few that did made sure to send the Knights a good message as they were forced through the horde of people and out of the back, now clear across the mass of players. The whole floor's raid party now stood ready, as they should have days ago, and they raised their weapons into the air for all to see, and their voices rained through the air as their signature. Rorik was no leader, and he certainly wasn't a public speaker, but he felt a word for all, at least this time intentional words for all to hear, would be wise.
"Cover the anger and ravenous rage, make it a part of your power! Pummel'em down, let your bloodlust engage! Under your force they will cower! Feelin' the fury so pure and so bright! Breaking the bonds of surrender, under the moon for our home we will fight! His words were bellowed over the horde and through the swamp as he thrusted his hammer into the air and raised his shield in honor of those around him. He began to mumble under his breath a moment with a few words."And we will defend her." Though he quickly rose his voice into a thunder once more for the people to hear.
"And my voice is my violence! Clear the Sky's frozen tears! And no more we'll be silent!" He screamed and shook his hammer in an attempt to rally the party of people and then he lowered his weapon and turned his head to each of the people that had taken his side near the gate. "If we survive, your courage was not in vain." He spoke lowly and directly to those who stood stalwart against the guild with him, and a slight grin curled in the right side of his lips. He then turned and braced his right foot to the right half of the large, double doors and forced his body weight and strength forward to kick ajar the door. The other slowly swung open as it no longer had the other half to hold it in place and Rorik stepped forward into the room.
The room had no ceiling and was an empty courtyard with little more then a few piles of rubble next to the outer walls which caged the courtyard in a square. In the center there was a massive, round pool of water settled where the was most likely a fountain in days of old, but now it was gone, replaced with green colored, miniature lake that seemed stagnant and void of life. It was too dark, and too murky, to see how deep it went, but it was at the very least as tall as any one of the players present and it was about two-hundred feet in diameter. After everyone stopped focusing on the stagnant water, their eyes were averted to the walls, piles of carved stone and swamp vines that lined the supposed lair, there was nothing but muck, grime, sweat, and the most annoying virtual insects man could have invited in the room, but somehow, Rorik knew it was not as easy as it seemed.
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and Die on this day...
Live and Die on this day...
He spoke under his breath, almost as if this were his prayer, but he did this at each Boss fight, and he meant it each time as well. He was more then ready to die fighting these beasts, and he would happily accept a death here,in the game, then anywhere else.
Haha, yeah. I am loving everything at the moment. I am so happy you all joined the Rp. *Manly flailing.*
Also, I will have another post up by today at least, I do want to give Guile some time.
Also, I will have another post up by today at least, I do want to give Guile some time.
I am happy with that. ^^ That is about the size I imagined.
Of course. ^^ I am not that kind of person. It will just be understood you use only one. ^^
Also, just in case you missed it: http://titanpad.com/sao
Hailfire and Myself started a small bit of brainstorming there on "Unique Skills" such as Dual-Wielding. If you all would like to join us, pop in anytime, we did this a few days ago, I just forgot to notify everyone. We still have a long way to go with brainstorming, and the more the merrier.
Also, just in case you missed it: http://titanpad.com/sao
Hailfire and Myself started a small bit of brainstorming there on "Unique Skills" such as Dual-Wielding. If you all would like to join us, pop in anytime, we did this a few days ago, I just forgot to notify everyone. We still have a long way to go with brainstorming, and the more the merrier.
I like the CS, but there is one small issue. As you may know, dual wielding in SAO was originally only used by a single person, and while that person is not present in this alternate plot, the skill was still an extremely rare skill only given to that person for having the highest Speed Attribute in the game. So, you will to adjust that to a single polearm.
I am beginning to think we a few different views on the size of the canines. Perhaps we should take a moment to have that clarified, as a group?
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