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Swordfight Reboot

GreivousKhan said
What's with you and Rilla's babymaker?

Well, it may be too late to stop the Rilla line from spreading across the globe, but every little helps.

I may join, might as well keep practising the sword fighting business.

The Valencis Artifice ~ Sci FI Thriller

Unfinished, but a decent placeholder.

Aklamon

Name: Aklamon (pronounced Ak-lah-moon)

Race: Egrab – The Egrab are bipedal reptiles roughly humanoid in appearance, with a height range between 140-180cm on average, and a weight of around 35-75kg on average, though like humans anomalies are common. They are mostly found to live until 50-60 years of age. Their skin most closely resembles that of a snake, though moulting only occurs during the rapid growth periods of the Egrab’s youth. Colouration can range between dark earthy greens and more vibrant oranges, though ones natural colouration is rarely seen as the skin can shift into a wide range of colours, much like the camouflage of chameleons. Outside of their natural swampy habitats the Egrab are forced to cover as much of their bodies as possible or take chemical supplements to prevent often fatal immune-reactions to other environments. This same trait also forces them to don gas-masks perpetually, though many believe this limitation to be a blessing in disguise, due to the reputation many obtain as terrifying monsters. In actuality the mask simply filters harmful toxicants and provides small doses of their planets atmosphere’s gas, which is mostly nitrogen. Like pure oxygen supplied in scuba-diving tanks, these small doses of almost pure atmosphere actually increase the Egrab’s respiratory rate, granting them formidable endurance.

Born with an innate cunning which borders on sociopathy, the Egrab are a rare sight outside their home planets, and have therefore become synonymous with more unscrupulous practices. Though many merchants, diplomats and travellers are certainly Egrab, many more are spies for business corporations and even hired killers. Their affinity for stealth and speed is renowned, making them a terrifying prospect even in the technologically advanced universe. Their culture is one shrouded in mysteries, and a fascination on the occult marks them out as a strangely traditional race, which has none-the-less embraced technology to deadly effect. Their homeworld is far from the Free-states, but some still make it there as part of their various and often unscrupulous professions.

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Home Planet/Station: Ekarab (put it wherever, it doesn’t really matter.) Ekarab is a predominantly swampy world slightly smaller than earth, it provided an excellent environment for agriculture and the evolution of a reptilian race gifted with intelligence.

Appearance: (Text or visuals; or a mix.)

Personality/Morales: The Egrab are not overly burdened by morales in the same way that humanity is. Though there is a certain affinity for one’s own species this is certainly not extended to those of others, which many Egrab would associate as little more than prey. Though this doesn’t mean they dislike other life, it does suggest a certain disdain, in much the same way a human doesn’t feel overly bothered by the crushing of a fly. Aklamon is the case-in-point of this near sociopathy, with a tendency towards cold aloof-ness he’s never been considered a likeable partner, though most do respect and sometimes fear his particular set of skills.

Class: Stealth, falls into the role of classic rouge be it assassination, scouting, or the use of tech specifically related to those roles.

Equipment:

History:

The Valencis Artifice ~ Sci FI Thriller

Races/species were what I was most interested in.

The Valencis Artifice ~ Sci FI Thriller

Looks interesting and I'm not up to much, could I have some of that Canon information you mentioned. I have a character idea in mind and I'd like to see if there's anything similar already knocking about, cheers.

Fury and Freedom: The Battle for Earth

Fury was unable to see their impending impact, but he had sensed that Freedom was attempting to re-direct them and there wasn’t a lot he could do about it. Still, he had the Hero by the neck now, and although the speed of them suggested he didn’t have much time to work with he could still take some quick precautions. Concentrating for a short moment an almost visible blue shield shimmered behind him, forming another protective layer to bolster that of the durability of his own body and armour.

Not a moment too soon for Fury his precautions saw almost immediate use. With a shattering impact the shield literally destroyed the outer layers of the building behind him, softening his collision and perhaps surprising the Hero as their momentum was swiftly cancelled out by the shield.

Fury was unwilling to be dragged through another collision such as that, and with their momentum destroyed by the impact with the pillar and the energy shield Fury had been able to manifest he had a few moments to do something. His feet touched down on the carpeted floor of the building’s empty interior, his arm still wrapped mightily around the Hero’s neck. If Freedom decided to take flight again Fury would have a hell of a job stopping him, but every second that passed was in the Fireen’s favour, energy leaked from the Hero through their contact.

He twisted his arm, and though it was likely to be awkward he raised his free left arm into the air and quickly drove it down with what might he could muster, aiming for his opponent’s upper spine. If that landed and he was granted a moment more, his right knee would drive up into his opponent, and the attack would continue so long as it could.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Skallagrim said
Melon is Robin Hobb the Assassin's apprentice books? I read the assassins apprentice but I might have the wrong author.

Those are the ones, and I can't describe how pleasantly surprised I was with it.

Northwestern Ash Valley

About time we finished a fight Tantalum, and I enjoyed it while it lasted. Cheers.

I'll think of a suitable outro for my own character, but yours was awesome none-the-less.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Rilla said
I'm not entirely sure. I don't GURP, but it could be. I'll look. And its amazingly good. I'm starting guys sixth book today. Probably one of the best fantasies I've read ever. I might incorporate some inAllaria, if I get a computer.

I'm destroying everything ever written by Robin Hobb at the moment (which are currently my favourite fantasy books, eva.) but I may check those out.

If anyone wants to fight the statue man feel free to let me know.

Fury and Freedom: The Battle for Earth

Fury should have been at a disadvantage, as it became quickly apparent after the crushing impact of the two fighters that the human was in fact stronger and faster in the air. However, as they flew skywards and Fury wrestled for position, his right arm instinctively clenching around the General’s head trying to force its way around his neck and crush the life from him, the hero would learn to his doom that he had made one critical misjudgement. All the while they remained in close proximity energy was leaking from his super-powered body, flowing from every pore directly into the Fireen, as the void eagerly absorbed Freedom’s spirit like a leech.

It was only a matter of time until he tried to correct his mistake though, as Fury rightly knew, and he was only just regaining his breath as they flew upwards. Technically breathing wasn’t necessary for him, but the biological response to the heavy impact to his torso had still had significant effect. It was possible that a few ribs were fractured, minor injuries to the Fireen, but still worrisome. His grip tightened as much as possible, though now the momentum was driving his body round into uncontrolled backflips in the air. It would be quite a sight from the ground, energy shooting from their writhing forms as the heroes of each respective faction battled it out, perhaps with further reaching consequences than they knew.

Fury would cling to Freedom as long as he could, relying on his skill with his preferred style of fighting to overcome the strength barrier, though it was likely that once Freedom realised his predicament there would be little the Fireen could do to stop him from applying himself and muscling his way out. Time would tell.

Northwestern Ash Valley

The Weeper tried to wrench his blade free soon after it plunged satisfyingly into his foe’s vitals. Unfortunately, it stuck, which was not so unusual that the Weeper was completely surprised. Still, his options were limited, and with an action of pure cruelty he twisted his hand, drawing the blade further through flesh and bone. Most opponent’s he had faced would have succumbed instantly to the blazing pain, but with some alarm the masked swordsman noted Mikael had instead committed to a desperate counter attack.

The Weeper couldn’t see himself pulling his blade free in time to avoid the knife, and with an instinct born of unnatural reflex and experience he released the grip and pulled his hand clear in time to avoid having his wrist badly mauled by the quick slash. Still, the blade did shear through his sleeve and bite into his flesh, causing him to yelp in sudden pain before stepping back and away. His opponent was no doubt dying to his eyes, it was only a matter of time, and with the Weeper’s own blade in his chest he was sure to be impeded.

Still, even during all this, he was not unaware of his opponent’s magical explosive, though it was only as he gained a small measure of space that he noted how much larger and more dangerous it had grown in a startlingly short period of time. Weapon-less, his sword trapped in his foe and his pistol lost somewhere behind him, the Weeper had to somehow survive long enough for his opponent to bleed out.

“Let go of the suffering.” He said, even as he backpedalled as far as he could before the blast that was sure to come was unleashed. Even then he played with his opponent’s mind, though if Mikael had any intentions of giving up he wasn’t showing them yet.