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STATUS: Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing. 8 yrs ago
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Just because you can have 36 attacks per turn that threaten a crit on a roll of 14+ doesn't mean it's worth doing.
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Cadogan had been pacing around rather nervously during the armor test - not that he doubted his own craftsmanship, but there might have been a miscalculation somewhere... As the tests rolled by the white haired man seemed less and less nervous. He answered to the little dragoness' brief hug and returned the thumbs up as well. He was noticeably flustered by the whole ordeal - and the success of his own handiwork. The Great Inventor coughed a bit nervously and managed a sheepish smile. "Not gonna lie, I won't be able to stomach any food before this whole thing is over... I think I'll just make the final preparations on the Walker and... hmm... Umh..." He coughed a few times in an attempt to hide his nervousness. "...You did pretty good there, li'll miss." He managed to say before ruffling Chii's hair and walking up to the War Walker to make some last minute adjustments.
Cadogan was deep in his own thoughts and making the last minute adjustments to the War Walker - it had taken him a good while by now and the final event was about to start - as a seraphin approached him. The white haired man turned to face the other contestant and adjusted the rose shaped hairpin of his. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and smiled overtly politely. "I thank you for your compliment, good sir. You haven't done half bad yourself if I may say so. Then again..." He made a little mocking bow. "I wonder what you folks will end up doing if I by some miracle manage to beat you in this fine contest? Hmm?" Cadogan lifted his hands apologetically, as if he had just thrown around a horrible and totally undeserved insult. "I jest ofcourse, it's not like the half of my lifetime I have spent on my craft could contend with you folks." Though the smile and tone of the Great Inventor were still very polite the glare he gave to the other contestant was rather icy - if a look could kill the seraphim would be very much dead by now. "You spoke of parting ways, good sir - that we should do, yes." He pointed at the dormant War Walker with his thumb. "You have seen my entry, now, please leave. I still have work to do." For the last sentence all the feigned politeness was gone from the white haired man's voice as he glanced at Chii. "Chii, would you be kind and escort this gentleman back to his workbench?" He turned on his heels and continued with his work.
After what had felt like an eternity Cadogan's turn came up. He activated the War Walker and with few commands brought it in front of the judges. The Walker stood 18 feet tall, the rune etched copper and steel plates that surrounded it's inner workings gave it the appearance of the knights of old. It's massive arms alone could easily crush a man, or even most of the former creations of the Great Inventor. "Ladies, gentlemen, judges. I hereby present to you the pinnacle of my art." Cadogan spoke clearly and in a more 'professional' manner than usually. "This device - for a lack of a better term War Walker - offers best of both worlds." He smiled and opened two hatches to reveal the clockwork mechanisms under the protective plates. He went to very great detail about the clockwork mechanism's workings and what exactly everything did inside the metallic contraption. He ended his explanation on the mechanisms with. "As you can see, the finest mechanical craftsmanship available." The Great Inventor closed the hatches and ordered the Walker to bring out it's weapons while he explained the workings of the runes - which were quite intricate and provided excellent defensive capabilities without hampering the already large device's movement any further.
The Walker's left arm locked in to position and opened up to reveal two long barrels and a large six chambered cylinder under the shoulder plating. Upon closer inspection the Walker had two similar cylinders attached to it's back and a third arm between them - obviously for reloading purposes. Cadogan coughed politely. "Here we have the first armaments - a relatively small caliber artillery with rifled barrels and custom made munitions. These guns have an effective range of one and a half miles." The white haired man pulled out one of the metal cased munitions from the cylinder and nodded his head approvingly "I can assure you that these six shots alone would be enough to kill anything that moves. Please, allow me to demonstrate."
A large stone block - several meters wide and tall - was pulled to the arena and Cadogan coughed politely. "Now, I'd like to politely ask you all to both cover your heads and take a good look at this." With a few orders the War Walker turned it's weapon towards the stone block - it didn't move it's feet due to the large ball joint that allowed it to turn it's upper body without moving it's lower body - and shot at the block twice. As the smoke cleared the block had two holes on it - the shots had drilled their way roughly half way through the stone. "You are perhaps wondering 'what's the big idea? those shots didn't even penetrate the block' Well to you I say this. There's more! Reload explosive rounds!" With the order the War Walker's third arm removed the first cylinder and switched it with one from it's back. "Now, there will be some flying rubble so I'd like to kindly ask that the safety of the crowd is ensured." The Great Inventor waited politely for the ready signal before spreading his arms "Open fire!"
The shots were followed by a deafening explosion and a massive cloud of dust and debris. It took a moment for Cadogan to find his bearings - his ears were still ringing as the smoke began to clear. In the place of the boulder was now just pile of rubble and dust. "Ok, that wen't better than expected..." He muttered under his breath before shaking his head and brushing dust from his shirt. "Now, that's not quite all! The War Walker also comes equipped with close quarters combat weapons." With command the walker hid the cannon back to it's arm and with a loud snap a long blade - at least 6 feet in lenght - folded out from it's right arm. The blade was also covered in runes - mostly to increase it's durability. As the Great Inventor went over the runes with the judges a large block of wood was brought out - it was nearly as tall as the War Walker and nearly as wide as well.
Thus far everything had gone as planned, no misfires, no jams, everything had gone smoothly. Cadogan mumbled a quick prayer before giving the next order. The War Walker turned on it's feet and readied it's blade while closing towards the block of wood. The blade swung in a horizontal motion and cut the wooden block in half. The Walker continued it's spin on the ball joint and when it finally came to a halt the bolts and springs holding the blade in place broke under the pressure.
That had been something Cadogan hadn't taken in to account nor the fact that the second set of springs could shoot out the blade when the bolts would break. There had been no chance for him to react. The white haired man glanced to the side to check that the judges were alright - he sighed in relief to notice that they indeed were. It hurt to move his arm, it hurt to breathe... He came to the conclusion that the blade had hit him - at least he was still in one piece... He was still alive. His head was pounding, he glanced to the side and nearly threw up. The blade had scraped along the ground, obviously it had altered the flight path just enough... I'm still alive, by the gods I'm still alive... Please don't disqualify me... please don't disqualify me... It was a miracle that the blade hadn't taken his arm from such a close distance - somehow it had slammed just under his shoulder and brought him down with it. Cadogan's eyes were wide as tea trays as he stared at the blade that was still slightly vibrating from the impact. "...I... I..." He tried to speak. "...I... I... c-c-could..." It hurt to speak, it hurt to think, it hurt to move. "...U-use... s-some...." His eyes were getting blurry, he wasn't sure if it was tears or if he was losing conciousness - perhaps both. "A-assistance..."
Cadogan was deep in his own thoughts and making the last minute adjustments to the War Walker - it had taken him a good while by now and the final event was about to start - as a seraphin approached him. The white haired man turned to face the other contestant and adjusted the rose shaped hairpin of his. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and smiled overtly politely. "I thank you for your compliment, good sir. You haven't done half bad yourself if I may say so. Then again..." He made a little mocking bow. "I wonder what you folks will end up doing if I by some miracle manage to beat you in this fine contest? Hmm?" Cadogan lifted his hands apologetically, as if he had just thrown around a horrible and totally undeserved insult. "I jest ofcourse, it's not like the half of my lifetime I have spent on my craft could contend with you folks." Though the smile and tone of the Great Inventor were still very polite the glare he gave to the other contestant was rather icy - if a look could kill the seraphim would be very much dead by now. "You spoke of parting ways, good sir - that we should do, yes." He pointed at the dormant War Walker with his thumb. "You have seen my entry, now, please leave. I still have work to do." For the last sentence all the feigned politeness was gone from the white haired man's voice as he glanced at Chii. "Chii, would you be kind and escort this gentleman back to his workbench?" He turned on his heels and continued with his work.
After what had felt like an eternity Cadogan's turn came up. He activated the War Walker and with few commands brought it in front of the judges. The Walker stood 18 feet tall, the rune etched copper and steel plates that surrounded it's inner workings gave it the appearance of the knights of old. It's massive arms alone could easily crush a man, or even most of the former creations of the Great Inventor. "Ladies, gentlemen, judges. I hereby present to you the pinnacle of my art." Cadogan spoke clearly and in a more 'professional' manner than usually. "This device - for a lack of a better term War Walker - offers best of both worlds." He smiled and opened two hatches to reveal the clockwork mechanisms under the protective plates. He went to very great detail about the clockwork mechanism's workings and what exactly everything did inside the metallic contraption. He ended his explanation on the mechanisms with. "As you can see, the finest mechanical craftsmanship available." The Great Inventor closed the hatches and ordered the Walker to bring out it's weapons while he explained the workings of the runes - which were quite intricate and provided excellent defensive capabilities without hampering the already large device's movement any further.
The Walker's left arm locked in to position and opened up to reveal two long barrels and a large six chambered cylinder under the shoulder plating. Upon closer inspection the Walker had two similar cylinders attached to it's back and a third arm between them - obviously for reloading purposes. Cadogan coughed politely. "Here we have the first armaments - a relatively small caliber artillery with rifled barrels and custom made munitions. These guns have an effective range of one and a half miles." The white haired man pulled out one of the metal cased munitions from the cylinder and nodded his head approvingly "I can assure you that these six shots alone would be enough to kill anything that moves. Please, allow me to demonstrate."
A large stone block - several meters wide and tall - was pulled to the arena and Cadogan coughed politely. "Now, I'd like to politely ask you all to both cover your heads and take a good look at this." With a few orders the War Walker turned it's weapon towards the stone block - it didn't move it's feet due to the large ball joint that allowed it to turn it's upper body without moving it's lower body - and shot at the block twice. As the smoke cleared the block had two holes on it - the shots had drilled their way roughly half way through the stone. "You are perhaps wondering 'what's the big idea? those shots didn't even penetrate the block' Well to you I say this. There's more! Reload explosive rounds!" With the order the War Walker's third arm removed the first cylinder and switched it with one from it's back. "Now, there will be some flying rubble so I'd like to kindly ask that the safety of the crowd is ensured." The Great Inventor waited politely for the ready signal before spreading his arms "Open fire!"
The shots were followed by a deafening explosion and a massive cloud of dust and debris. It took a moment for Cadogan to find his bearings - his ears were still ringing as the smoke began to clear. In the place of the boulder was now just pile of rubble and dust. "Ok, that wen't better than expected..." He muttered under his breath before shaking his head and brushing dust from his shirt. "Now, that's not quite all! The War Walker also comes equipped with close quarters combat weapons." With command the walker hid the cannon back to it's arm and with a loud snap a long blade - at least 6 feet in lenght - folded out from it's right arm. The blade was also covered in runes - mostly to increase it's durability. As the Great Inventor went over the runes with the judges a large block of wood was brought out - it was nearly as tall as the War Walker and nearly as wide as well.
Thus far everything had gone as planned, no misfires, no jams, everything had gone smoothly. Cadogan mumbled a quick prayer before giving the next order. The War Walker turned on it's feet and readied it's blade while closing towards the block of wood. The blade swung in a horizontal motion and cut the wooden block in half. The Walker continued it's spin on the ball joint and when it finally came to a halt the bolts and springs holding the blade in place broke under the pressure.
That had been something Cadogan hadn't taken in to account nor the fact that the second set of springs could shoot out the blade when the bolts would break. There had been no chance for him to react. The white haired man glanced to the side to check that the judges were alright - he sighed in relief to notice that they indeed were. It hurt to move his arm, it hurt to breathe... He came to the conclusion that the blade had hit him - at least he was still in one piece... He was still alive. His head was pounding, he glanced to the side and nearly threw up. The blade had scraped along the ground, obviously it had altered the flight path just enough... I'm still alive, by the gods I'm still alive... Please don't disqualify me... please don't disqualify me... It was a miracle that the blade hadn't taken his arm from such a close distance - somehow it had slammed just under his shoulder and brought him down with it. Cadogan's eyes were wide as tea trays as he stared at the blade that was still slightly vibrating from the impact. "...I... I..." He tried to speak. "...I... I... c-c-could..." It hurt to speak, it hurt to think, it hurt to move. "...U-use... s-some...." His eyes were getting blurry, he wasn't sure if it was tears or if he was losing conciousness - perhaps both. "A-assistance..."
Ramius - who had seemed for a moment quite shocked - actually smiled as the Junior Guardsmen showed up. He usually didn't like them very much - good and nice fellows, but a bit too over protective. He turned to face the 'assassin' and coughed politely. "You want to meet the king?" The blind prince rolled his eyes and shrugged "Haven't seen him the whole day to tell the truth." Ramius' tone was quite mocking as he turned his attention to the captain. "Have him disarmed and escorted out of the castle, preferably without needless bloodshed for now."
Ramius had been wandering around the garden for what felt like an eternity, he was deep in thought. He knew where everything was - flowerbeds, fountains, statues... The prince tightened his grip on his walking stick and shook his head. Two years had felt like an eternity, an eternity of darkness and... Ramius again shook his head and for a moment thought of happier things as he walked.
After a while he began searching for his sister. He knew that Eline would be in the garden - the difficult part would be to actually locate here. With a little annoyed frown the prince began his search.
After a while he began searching for his sister. He knew that Eline would be in the garden - the difficult part would be to actually locate here. With a little annoyed frown the prince began his search.
I'm really sorry that the test subject got loose on you ^^; I pressed the wrong buttons again.
I admit it was my fault, I always mix the hours and weeks timers ^^;
I'll check my basement, just to be sure ^^;
Where is Kitsune-sama? I'm starting to get a little worried... TwT
Personally I'd think we have enough people to get started ^w^
Y-you ate my apple! TwT Without asking permission!! Now I'm sad TwT
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