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I decided to interfere with a lot of your armies, you might want to take a gander to see what effects the god of debauchery has bestowed upon you lucky lucky people.
For once, the god of debauchery did not smile in public. He did not revel in excitement, or anticipation, or under the effects of alcohol. In the great courtroom he sat, sipping with unheard of reserve, his attitude sure to draw the attention of the others. One hand resting at his brow, elbow to the table. Down below, in the mortal realms, trouble was brewing. It was not like the drunken god to interfere with the petty squabbles of his siblings and sister gods, but rather to partake in the victory celebration with relish. However, this time there was cause for it, and his servants did his bidding without question.
Within Caesilinius
The vampires who had feasted upon the blood of hapless mortals grew ever thirsty within the doomed city. Beyond the usual thirst which plagued every night-stalker, the desire for blood drove many of the lesser and newly turned almost mad, many deserting and finding more mortals to feast upon. The older remained wary, but grew stronger for their want, finding themselves able to rip apart those who opposed them, while sensing the presence of even the smallest drop of living blood. They did not know who had bestowed this temporary curse, or blessing, upon them, but relished in the heightened delights of the blood they consumed, and soon began to call and roar with terrible desire. It was evident that the vampires of Caesilinuius were now a near uncontrollable but far more deadly force.
Outside Caesilunius
The souls of long dead warriors may have seemed beyond the arts of Morios. However, it could be considered a mistake to bring an army of warriors who were the most blood-thirsty of their peers, excellent in battle but weak to the prospects of their individual glory. When the battle lust took them, it took them with a fury with which they had never felt before. They revelled in it, and when the time came for battle to be joined they would fight harder, and more fearsome than ever before, but they would be uncontrollable in the throes of battle. Many innocents would die to their blades, lost in the face of beserker rage; perhaps even fellow allies would be cut down, as the pleasure of battle washed over them. They would be drunk on it, the fighting would make them mad, and Morios would grow ever more powerful while his fellow gods lost control of their pretty little armies.
The outer provinces (countryside)
The Drunken Wanderers came not soon after Lefredias drove the oppressed to revolt. When guard towers were broken asunder and the houses of lords pillaged, it was the nature of those involved to pilfer and loot. The Wanderers only encouraged such behaviour, pulling out their own alcohol to season that which the peasantry took from the lords. As one could imagine when night fell and the fighting was done, each town grew merry at its own success. Very merry indeed, as many a man fell into a drunken stupor and remained paraplegic for days hence. The party would continue for many days for the less fanatic of the peasants, who were happy with their minor and relatively blood-less victory. It would be far harder now for Lefredias and his followers to rouse the peasants into a battle where they were doomed to die.
Within Caesilinius
The vampires who had feasted upon the blood of hapless mortals grew ever thirsty within the doomed city. Beyond the usual thirst which plagued every night-stalker, the desire for blood drove many of the lesser and newly turned almost mad, many deserting and finding more mortals to feast upon. The older remained wary, but grew stronger for their want, finding themselves able to rip apart those who opposed them, while sensing the presence of even the smallest drop of living blood. They did not know who had bestowed this temporary curse, or blessing, upon them, but relished in the heightened delights of the blood they consumed, and soon began to call and roar with terrible desire. It was evident that the vampires of Caesilinuius were now a near uncontrollable but far more deadly force.
Outside Caesilunius
The souls of long dead warriors may have seemed beyond the arts of Morios. However, it could be considered a mistake to bring an army of warriors who were the most blood-thirsty of their peers, excellent in battle but weak to the prospects of their individual glory. When the battle lust took them, it took them with a fury with which they had never felt before. They revelled in it, and when the time came for battle to be joined they would fight harder, and more fearsome than ever before, but they would be uncontrollable in the throes of battle. Many innocents would die to their blades, lost in the face of beserker rage; perhaps even fellow allies would be cut down, as the pleasure of battle washed over them. They would be drunk on it, the fighting would make them mad, and Morios would grow ever more powerful while his fellow gods lost control of their pretty little armies.
The outer provinces (countryside)
The Drunken Wanderers came not soon after Lefredias drove the oppressed to revolt. When guard towers were broken asunder and the houses of lords pillaged, it was the nature of those involved to pilfer and loot. The Wanderers only encouraged such behaviour, pulling out their own alcohol to season that which the peasantry took from the lords. As one could imagine when night fell and the fighting was done, each town grew merry at its own success. Very merry indeed, as many a man fell into a drunken stupor and remained paraplegic for days hence. The party would continue for many days for the less fanatic of the peasants, who were happy with their minor and relatively blood-less victory. It would be far harder now for Lefredias and his followers to rouse the peasants into a battle where they were doomed to die.
Yeah I quit, its evident this is just going to be annoying, and if it isn't fun there's no point.
Well, in my post the rocket blew up behind me, hence why my character was grazed by sand (and whatever explosion the Hellzooka actually has, which also wasn't mentioned.)
And it only skimmed past him because the rocket was pointed in his -general- direction, though it was never exactly stated in IC that the rockets homed in on things they could see, were you expecting me to use the benefit of OOC knowledge I don't even have (as I haven't read your sheet, and Tier 1 eden rules requires you to state everything you're using in IC, the sheet shouldn't even be required.)
It did injure him, not significantly because it seemed like such a half-assed attack it didn't really deserve massive damage, but neither did I have my character dodge it which would have been difficult for him. If it makes you feel better, he could have moved his torso slightly to avoid the attack, but the result is the same so it really makes no difference.
Whatever, get another ruling if you want. I find it implausible for you to fire that accurately with that time scale while running backwards and being about to jump in the air at an invisible opponent surrounded by the cloud of an explosion. That is all.
My invisibility is exactly what it can be at tier 5, not impossible to see but difficult, much like your Predator example.
Technically my character probably isn't running straight at him, he's taking the most direct path but we're still on the shore of a lake.
If what you're saying however is that your character is standing still and shooting the moment he sees my character, your character would have claws in his body before he pulled the trigger. Its only running backwards that's saving you.
My invisibility is exactly what it can be at tier 5, not impossible to see but difficult, much like your Predator example.
Technically my character probably isn't running straight at him, he's taking the most direct path but we're still on the shore of a lake.
If what you're saying however is that your character is standing still and shooting the moment he sees my character, your character would have claws in his body before he pulled the trigger. Its only running backwards that's saving you.
Also, my character is still technically invisible, you don't have much to go on with your shot even if you could fire as accurately as possible, because there is a lot of debris flying about and some disturbance in the sand isn't exactly the easiest thing to shoot.
My five second time span was under the impression your character was running as fast as he could backwards, you have significantly less time if you're accurately firing a weapon.
No person/alien/demon can run backwards and fire a rocket-launcher with the same accuracy, ordinary humans have to crouch to fire even slightly accurately.
No person/alien/demon can run backwards and fire a rocket-launcher with the same accuracy, ordinary humans have to crouch to fire even slightly accurately.
Also, despite Skallagrim's ruling that the rocket now covered 2/3 of the distance towards my character, that still means that for a third of his journey towards you he's covered by smoke, perhaps even more as the cloud was probably pretty significant. Therefore your character has significantly less reaction time than 'he will arrive in about five seconds' so that would also seriously impact your attack. You could either attack accurately, or dodge effectively, not both.
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