NytefallI'm honestly not sure how well my post is going to sit, but I'm leaving it there for now. Once I see what Darkmatter produces I'll edit it if necessary, especially as I'm fairly certain the location I wrote for is slightly off, which could require a few edits regardless.
Still, I didn't want to just sit on my hands, it's hard enough starting off.
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It was a long, fitful, night. Bitterly cold, the plains could be almost as bad as the desert for extremes in temperature, a trait which the Orc was experiencing first hand under piled grass. However, it was not this that caused Norak, the heavily armed mercenary Orc, to lose out on sleep. He originated from plains such as this one, the weather was nothing to him, after so many long weeks hunting the beasts that roamed at night. Rather, it was the Seeing, dreams which come to Orcish warriors throughout history who are to embark on great quests. All of the most glorious tales of Warbands descending on civilisation start with a Seeing… yet that does not make it a pleasant experience.
Norak jumped up with a start, sweat beading on his bald head, one huge paw almost smacking the perspiration from his brow. He remained half-sat, one hand supporting him from behind, and considered what he had saw. Smokey images in the darkness, a face, one of many he sought… but still. There was something more to this, and it had all began with a chance encounter with an old friend, who he thought was dead…
Two weeks prior, Norak was wandering the plains for food when he came across a slaughtered deer, the hunter proudly chewing through the choicest bits of his kill. The Ex-Warchief had considered demanding an honour duel over the meal, but age had taught him that battle was not the only way to get what one wants, and so he had talked to the Orc instead. His surprise was great when the hunter turned, revealing himself to be Baruk, one of Norak’s most trusted shield brothers. An Orc he saw thrown from a mountain pass by no less than four humans… an Orc who had earned his place in the halls above, such a death it was… Norak had envied him as of late. Yet here he was, in the flesh, or so it seemed, with advice… for hunting one of his quarries? Norak still couldn’t believe it, and with the dreams he had been having, it was becoming more likely that something he had eaten recently was sprinkled with dried Amarot mushroom. His prey could be found in the Plains of Origin, he’d even drawn a map, simple for an Orc who had ruled in the land for thirty years to find, could the quarry perhaps provide him with the death he sought? Was this Eeiys his end, the man who would carry his legacy?
Eeiys?
Even with his knowledge of the surrounding area, it had taken a while to pinpoint his prey’s position. However, he was sure he had it now, tomorrow he could take his head, or perhaps there was to be more from this? It would explain his visions, certainly. Maybe the end… he had his doubts.
The next morning dawned bright, almost unbearably so, and the worn Orc warrior donned his armour and weapons, strapping his shield to his back and shrugging a pack onto his shoulders. Silhouetted across the near empty plains, the Orc strode forth. When he arrived, he found a small group of them, though his target was more than visible in his metal armour. They were distracted, probably befuddled though the Orc had no way of knowing this. However, he doubted they wouldn’t have spotted him eventually, and stealth was hardly his style anyway.
He half moved to draw an axe, and then thought better of it, as he closed to within thirty feet. He was about to raise his hand instead to issue a formal challenge, when suddenly he was distracted…
Norak jumped up with a start, sweat beading on his bald head, one huge paw almost smacking the perspiration from his brow. He remained half-sat, one hand supporting him from behind, and considered what he had saw. Smokey images in the darkness, a face, one of many he sought… but still. There was something more to this, and it had all began with a chance encounter with an old friend, who he thought was dead…
Two weeks prior, Norak was wandering the plains for food when he came across a slaughtered deer, the hunter proudly chewing through the choicest bits of his kill. The Ex-Warchief had considered demanding an honour duel over the meal, but age had taught him that battle was not the only way to get what one wants, and so he had talked to the Orc instead. His surprise was great when the hunter turned, revealing himself to be Baruk, one of Norak’s most trusted shield brothers. An Orc he saw thrown from a mountain pass by no less than four humans… an Orc who had earned his place in the halls above, such a death it was… Norak had envied him as of late. Yet here he was, in the flesh, or so it seemed, with advice… for hunting one of his quarries? Norak still couldn’t believe it, and with the dreams he had been having, it was becoming more likely that something he had eaten recently was sprinkled with dried Amarot mushroom. His prey could be found in the Plains of Origin, he’d even drawn a map, simple for an Orc who had ruled in the land for thirty years to find, could the quarry perhaps provide him with the death he sought? Was this Eeiys his end, the man who would carry his legacy?
Eeiys?
Even with his knowledge of the surrounding area, it had taken a while to pinpoint his prey’s position. However, he was sure he had it now, tomorrow he could take his head, or perhaps there was to be more from this? It would explain his visions, certainly. Maybe the end… he had his doubts.
The next morning dawned bright, almost unbearably so, and the worn Orc warrior donned his armour and weapons, strapping his shield to his back and shrugging a pack onto his shoulders. Silhouetted across the near empty plains, the Orc strode forth. When he arrived, he found a small group of them, though his target was more than visible in his metal armour. They were distracted, probably befuddled though the Orc had no way of knowing this. However, he doubted they wouldn’t have spotted him eventually, and stealth was hardly his style anyway.
He half moved to draw an axe, and then thought better of it, as he closed to within thirty feet. He was about to raise his hand instead to issue a formal challenge, when suddenly he was distracted…
Green said
Shut it, Melonface. ASTA ain't deservin' of your craptalk.
Bring it bitch
Khan, you going to post giving me anything to work with? Or should I just patch up my broken space ship and fly into you, like I planned.
ASTA said
That helps. Thank you.
God your bad
if I wasn't trying to turn over a new leaf I'd eat you alive for fun
ASTA said
I have this feeling Beta loathes the charging mechanics of this MV. Much rage it seems. Much, much rage.Hm. I'm guessing mid-tier is probably 25 to 50 tons or so. I'm sort of assuming high-tier characters are approximately two, three or four times more powerful than your run-of-the-mill intermediate character. Might help if Skall or Rilla chime in for this one before I fool around and submit yet another character that Skall will complain about---and that I will put up an ensuing stalwart defense over.
Why are you trying to min-max your strength anyway? Try hard much?
What you should really do is ask for a ruling on if Khan's escape is plausible.
Although I can't help but wonder what the point is of having high tier speed if you're not allowed to outrun an explosive the average domestic terrorist could put together in his shed.
Although I can't help but wonder what the point is of having high tier speed if you're not allowed to outrun an explosive the average domestic terrorist could put together in his shed.
Meh, Alphonse is just a hairdresser.
Where did you skulk off too anyway Rilla, I was looking forward to killing you after the dragon does.
Green said
Oh, not to worry, I´m not claiming that he is sophisticated in any way. He is not. What I am saying, is that one can be of the chaotic evil alignment, and still be sophisticated.
It's a lot less likely. If you're doing evil for evil's sake your motivations aren't particularly sophisticated.
It would be like going to war because you can, or because you like war, no one is going to think 'damn, what poignant reasoning'.
But that's besides the point, I was just hoping there would be more evil characters (sort of like Khan's, although he's still in the Neutral Evil realm in my opinion.. possibly even Lawful Evil, I haven't seen enough of him yet.) who were more subtle about their evil-ness.
Instead there's a giant battle mech who's motives are: you must destroy everyone on the planet, because Necropolis is worth -so- much. It's a shit hole, let's face it.
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