NytefallI think characters physically larger should be able to push their max strength up a little, though past a certain point it's somewhat pointless.
Size seems to all be relative in Arena anyway, Fury is just man sized and he can power up to lift the average passenger plane, though I suppose because its not an inherent physical trait it has more cost.
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It's been upsetting me for a while, I was kind of hoping it would fix itself.
I'm not stupid enough to try swords again, they're just not something I understand properly.
My unicorn seems to have disappeared, this is a sad day.
My unicorn seems to have disappeared, this is a sad day.
I would just like to re-iterate, Mercedes and Jack Alder are in a different town/village to the High tier characters Ysolda and Goo-face.
“No, I think you may be right, something else, something evil, is at work in these parts.” He cut off his chanting to reply, suddenly noticing that the girl in the centre of town stood alone. The howls… they were the first sign.
“Werewolves?” He asked quickly, staring out into the perpetual night. They approached quickly, though they resembled more hound than wolf, they still reeked with the same menace. They encroached on the town perimeter, charging the girl in the centre, the Father’s chanting intensified as he prepared to jump down, but a quick look from his student halted him.
With simple ease, Mercedes sped away and traversed several rooftops to close the distance, diving down into the town centre to save the innocent child from the hungry creatures. The priest finished his chant, and let loose a bright ray of sunlight from his staff directly into the eyes of the leading beast, when it leapt up to rend the flesh of his swiftly retreating ally. It was momentarily blinded, and fell with a squeal to the rough ground below.
The Father sprinted over to the rooftop’s edge and jumped, dropping low on impact with the ground to absorb the force. He whistled, and the sides of his lips turned briefly in a grim smile.
“Heel.” He yelled, ensuring he had the attention of the pack. Other townspeople may be in danger around him, and there was no time to waste.
The yapping and barking and howling was enough to tell him his plan was successful, but now he needed to look to his own safety. He sprinted rightwards, towards the other side of the street, the pack close on his tail. With a final leap he dived over a low fence between two houses and landed in a tight alley way, the dogs pursuing him even as he turned with his staff upraised.
The alpha impaled himself upon the protruding point of the staff, activated even as the Father was running, and yelped once as it coughed up blood. Its face was terrible up-close, undead of some form, but it could still be killed by his holy weaponry. The weight of the creature had pushed him back, forcing the warrior-priest to brace himself even as another of the dogs dived at him over the fence. He forced the corpse and its fellow back, tore his staff from the body and jabbed again, ripping half of another dog’s face from its head.
As the grisly battle continued, some of the smarter dogs peeled off to seek easier prey. However, the bulk roared in anger and massed outside the alley-way, taking it in almost orderly turns to test their mettle against Jack. The corpses were piling up, and he was almost standing atop a small hill of the dead.
“God is my shield, while I am his sword.” The priest chanted as he struck again and again, dealing lethal wounds to each dog. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a dog dived from the rooftop and collided with Jack, clawing at his body and face as they tumbled and fell from the pile of bodies, deeper into the darkness of the alley.
“Werewolves?” He asked quickly, staring out into the perpetual night. They approached quickly, though they resembled more hound than wolf, they still reeked with the same menace. They encroached on the town perimeter, charging the girl in the centre, the Father’s chanting intensified as he prepared to jump down, but a quick look from his student halted him.
With simple ease, Mercedes sped away and traversed several rooftops to close the distance, diving down into the town centre to save the innocent child from the hungry creatures. The priest finished his chant, and let loose a bright ray of sunlight from his staff directly into the eyes of the leading beast, when it leapt up to rend the flesh of his swiftly retreating ally. It was momentarily blinded, and fell with a squeal to the rough ground below.
The Father sprinted over to the rooftop’s edge and jumped, dropping low on impact with the ground to absorb the force. He whistled, and the sides of his lips turned briefly in a grim smile.
“Heel.” He yelled, ensuring he had the attention of the pack. Other townspeople may be in danger around him, and there was no time to waste.
The yapping and barking and howling was enough to tell him his plan was successful, but now he needed to look to his own safety. He sprinted rightwards, towards the other side of the street, the pack close on his tail. With a final leap he dived over a low fence between two houses and landed in a tight alley way, the dogs pursuing him even as he turned with his staff upraised.
The alpha impaled himself upon the protruding point of the staff, activated even as the Father was running, and yelped once as it coughed up blood. Its face was terrible up-close, undead of some form, but it could still be killed by his holy weaponry. The weight of the creature had pushed him back, forcing the warrior-priest to brace himself even as another of the dogs dived at him over the fence. He forced the corpse and its fellow back, tore his staff from the body and jabbed again, ripping half of another dog’s face from its head.
As the grisly battle continued, some of the smarter dogs peeled off to seek easier prey. However, the bulk roared in anger and massed outside the alley-way, taking it in almost orderly turns to test their mettle against Jack. The corpses were piling up, and he was almost standing atop a small hill of the dead.
“God is my shield, while I am his sword.” The priest chanted as he struck again and again, dealing lethal wounds to each dog. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a dog dived from the rooftop and collided with Jack, clawing at his body and face as they tumbled and fell from the pile of bodies, deeper into the darkness of the alley.
In theory, but the General does have a fairly serious advantage in melee combat currently.
Fury is fighting for the long haul at the moment.
Fury is fighting for the long haul at the moment.
With his opponent turning tail and fleeing, an easy target for the guards above, the Clockwork Man holstered his pistol after deactivating the charging system and carried out a speedy damage assessment.
“Damn.” He cursed, turning to look at the damaged reactor behind him. That, and the crystal itself, meant that he had a difficult job ahead of him. He raised one hand to each of the damaged mechanisms, seeking his spirit into them to see what could be repaired quickly and easily. The damage to the reactor had to be contained first, lest the entire building be destroyed, so he shut down some of the reactors essential systems and rewired the others, effectively shutting down the damaged region. It was working at barely half capacity, but it would be enough for now.
With his full concentration on the crystal, it came together quickly, in a matter of five minutes at most the entire complex was re-lit and up and running, to a point. The dispersion shield around the Mystan settlement reactivated, driving any remaining Broken Ones from the area or shutting them down outright. It hardly reached half the diameter it had before, but until some experts could repair the reactor that was all the Clockwork Man could manage. His hands slumped to his side in mock exertion, and he looked down at the ground for a long while.
“I hope they don’t charge me for the damage.” He said aloud to himself, before walking up towards the sounds of excitement and confusion. Half-hoping to find the foe he had battled with beneath the settlement, but knowing in his heart it was unlikely, he stepped out into the street.
“Metal-man!” A small, girlish voice grabbed his attention almost immediately. In the streets, there was debris and rubble, with one half of a broken one being lifted off an injured Mystan. The settlement had fared well, better than he dared hope, though the casualties were still higher than acceptable.
“What is it?” He asked the Mystan girl, who of course he had been escorting earlier.
“Elder is missing, all the big people are saying it! They took him! Ghost people took him to the skies!”
“What! Slow down child, explain what happened.”
It took the rest of the night to clear the situation with the Clockwork Man and repair the settlement to some resemblance of its former self. The night had left many dead, and a few missing, the chief among them the Elder of the village. A powerful Technomancer, and a man instrumental in the Clockwork Man’s plans, George was angrier than he had ever been. He sat across from a shard of glass, painstakingly repairing the damage to his body while also working on the mechanical spider and adding the finishing touches to a new grenade. He had work to do.
“Damn.” He cursed, turning to look at the damaged reactor behind him. That, and the crystal itself, meant that he had a difficult job ahead of him. He raised one hand to each of the damaged mechanisms, seeking his spirit into them to see what could be repaired quickly and easily. The damage to the reactor had to be contained first, lest the entire building be destroyed, so he shut down some of the reactors essential systems and rewired the others, effectively shutting down the damaged region. It was working at barely half capacity, but it would be enough for now.
With his full concentration on the crystal, it came together quickly, in a matter of five minutes at most the entire complex was re-lit and up and running, to a point. The dispersion shield around the Mystan settlement reactivated, driving any remaining Broken Ones from the area or shutting them down outright. It hardly reached half the diameter it had before, but until some experts could repair the reactor that was all the Clockwork Man could manage. His hands slumped to his side in mock exertion, and he looked down at the ground for a long while.
“I hope they don’t charge me for the damage.” He said aloud to himself, before walking up towards the sounds of excitement and confusion. Half-hoping to find the foe he had battled with beneath the settlement, but knowing in his heart it was unlikely, he stepped out into the street.
“Metal-man!” A small, girlish voice grabbed his attention almost immediately. In the streets, there was debris and rubble, with one half of a broken one being lifted off an injured Mystan. The settlement had fared well, better than he dared hope, though the casualties were still higher than acceptable.
“What is it?” He asked the Mystan girl, who of course he had been escorting earlier.
“Elder is missing, all the big people are saying it! They took him! Ghost people took him to the skies!”
“What! Slow down child, explain what happened.”
It took the rest of the night to clear the situation with the Clockwork Man and repair the settlement to some resemblance of its former self. The night had left many dead, and a few missing, the chief among them the Elder of the village. A powerful Technomancer, and a man instrumental in the Clockwork Man’s plans, George was angrier than he had ever been. He sat across from a shard of glass, painstakingly repairing the damage to his body while also working on the mechanical spider and adding the finishing touches to a new grenade. He had work to do.
Essentially, yeah. That, and they were the ones who saved him from floating around in space. (He can't fly properly in space.)
Yeah, I like Evvie, makes me feel bad for killing her twice already.
Especially as one of the people who killed her was the Clockwork Man, that could be an interesting meeting.
Especially as one of the people who killed her was the Clockwork Man, that could be an interesting meeting.
After Fury made contact with the General he felt the ZPE energy flooding his system, and it was ecstasy to the Fireen warrior. His ears popped painfully as the power healed them, finally allowing him to hear the screams and cracking of masonry and glass as he carried forward with all his power, exiting the first building and slowing on entering the second. He threw his weight forward, attempting to drive the hero into the ground where he could gain an advantage as the powerful human’s energy was drained. Unfortunately, all he received for his trouble was the General’s elbow driving down towards him like a freight train, and even though he pulled away at the last moment he was still forced to let go of his foe as the blow slammed into the top of his skull, which he had directed into the attack to reduce the potential damage. It still hurt, a lot, and he span away from the General and ploughed through four cubicles on the opposite side of the room. When he finally stopped he jumped to his feet with the ease and skill of a warrior, blue energy jumping to his hands like fire.
“You’re causing quite a mess.” He observed coldly, bringing attention to the fact that the Hero was doing a terrible job of protecting people thus-far. It was a cruel remark, considering the lack of option the Fireen had given him, but Fury expected he would still take it to heart. He had personal experience with pain and guilt for events one has no control over. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness and after-effects of his foe’s blow, and stared at him across the office floor.
“You’re causing quite a mess.” He observed coldly, bringing attention to the fact that the Hero was doing a terrible job of protecting people thus-far. It was a cruel remark, considering the lack of option the Fireen had given him, but Fury expected he would still take it to heart. He had personal experience with pain and guilt for events one has no control over. He shook his head to clear the fuzziness and after-effects of his foe’s blow, and stared at him across the office floor.
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