NytefallThe Clockwork Man twisted his head, seemingly ignoring Arty’s question for a few awkward moments. Sheltered behind the ship, near its half-submerged entrance ramp, the Clockwork Man was in fact reading the results his Spider had presented for him. It was truly impressive.
“Five minutes.” He answered finally, whipping out his pistol and turning towards Arty, his hands a blur as he reloaded the revolver and prepared it to fire. He took aim at the human’s head, and then with a small twist fired one round directly towards him. It missed by inches, cracking through another robot some distance behind him; it exploded as a lazer perforated its body.
“You may want to enter the ship now.” The Clockwork Man suggested curtly, leaving Arty no time to potentially protest to his near brush with the Elmorium tipped bullet. That shot could have just have easily ruptured the human’s skull, though the Clockwork Man predicted that he would have likely avoided it regardless. If circumstances had been different, if he had been different, that might have been a shot with Arty’s name on it. However, there was no point milling on that, the Automaton had made his choice to accept his new companion, for better or worse.
Entering through the ships loading ramp, the Clockwork Man swiftly traversed the dark-metal corridor past a number of vital system rooms, and awaited Arty’s arrival. Once safely aboard it was simplistic for him to shut the doors, and continue walking towards the front of the ship, past two more rooms resembling incredibly spartan living quarters. The Clockwork Man finally reached the very front of the ship, where a tough transparent glass revealed naught but dirt and scrap out the window. The Clockwork Spider perched on the console, its mandibles connected to the mainframe as it initiated thrusters, causing rubble to smash and fall from the outside of the hull. Lazer fire buzzed outside, the Broken Ones fighting their turn-cloak ally while some scratched ineffectively at the outer-layer of the ship.
Provided Arty had decided to join him in the bridge, which seemed like the most logical course of action, the Clockwork Man would turn to him.
“This could be rough.” He remarked cooly, seizing hold of a concave metallic chair to hold himself steady as the ship shook and vibrated violently, before erupting with a blast of vibrant purple fire from the scrap-fields, and bursting into the night sky.
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Zran said
Norak may end up with a second axe, this one through his head.
I'm definitely feeling that the Dwarf should remain under that horse for a while, at least until he calms down.
Zran said
Uhm... I mentioned the Naeri too... Please, dwarf stuck under equine.
I just feel like that place is just like... right for him, you know?
Zran said
Don't forget Arnack is a beast slayer that includes dragons... Although maybe not Skyrim style skeleton dragons. That's what I am imagining anyway. Beside did Frodo have the odds with him? Did Luke have the odds with him? Did any hero ever? Not in any story I've read.Sicarus and Inspector ready to resume collab when you guys are.Edit: Also Kiddo if it comes to all out war we've got 99 Slayers to back us up, the goblins if they would help your character and the Naeri. Maybe the Alunei too. EDIT EDIT: THE DWARF IS STILL UNDER THE DAMN PONY!
And there he stays.
There we go, wanted to ensure I actually got involved as there's been something close to fifty IC posts, and I've posted thrice.
The Orc remained silent, caught in the act of hefting his axe and slaying his aggressor by the very gods themselves. Slowly his hand fell, his jaw dropped, even for one as old and tested as him he barely maintained his composure.
A quest… for the gods themselves? Such a story it would make, my name will be remembered.
And then the light was gone, and darkness filled the void. Shadow was the void.
Norak had no time to react as he was launched full-bodily away from the centre of the point, collapsing in a heap some distance down the hill, his armour cracking loudly against stone. If not for the padding, he could have been grievously wounded, instead he jumped to his feet roaring in anger, his axe still clutched tight in his grasp.
The Orc was once again struck dumb as a dragon launched itself at the shadowy evil which had made its presence known to them, a naïve hope in his heart. Even he felt the slight twinge of fear as the dragon was cruelly murdered, its corpse splattering to the ground at his feet. He swallowed once.
“I am Norak! I do not fear you!” He shouted, ensuring that should he die those here would at least be able to tell of his passing as he charged the Necromancer, a death worthy of an Orcish warchief.
He threw his axe, watching it glide through the air towards the dark hovering figure even as it concluded its grim prediction of the adventurer’s fate. Norak was sure the axe would land.
And then the Necromancer was gone. The axe sailed through open air and plunked into the ground, sinking deep into the soil as a testament to the strength of the one who threw it. Norak drew his blade with his empty right hand, and looked around intently. Provided the human knight he had been hunting for his bounty was within ear shot, he would give him a piercing glare.
“It seems like our fight stays on hold.” The Orc barked, his voice now marked by an excited inflection. This was the first time the Orc was facing a challenge worthy of him, and the thought made his blood race.
A quest… for the gods themselves? Such a story it would make, my name will be remembered.
And then the light was gone, and darkness filled the void. Shadow was the void.
Norak had no time to react as he was launched full-bodily away from the centre of the point, collapsing in a heap some distance down the hill, his armour cracking loudly against stone. If not for the padding, he could have been grievously wounded, instead he jumped to his feet roaring in anger, his axe still clutched tight in his grasp.
The Orc was once again struck dumb as a dragon launched itself at the shadowy evil which had made its presence known to them, a naïve hope in his heart. Even he felt the slight twinge of fear as the dragon was cruelly murdered, its corpse splattering to the ground at his feet. He swallowed once.
“I am Norak! I do not fear you!” He shouted, ensuring that should he die those here would at least be able to tell of his passing as he charged the Necromancer, a death worthy of an Orcish warchief.
He threw his axe, watching it glide through the air towards the dark hovering figure even as it concluded its grim prediction of the adventurer’s fate. Norak was sure the axe would land.
And then the Necromancer was gone. The axe sailed through open air and plunked into the ground, sinking deep into the soil as a testament to the strength of the one who threw it. Norak drew his blade with his empty right hand, and looked around intently. Provided the human knight he had been hunting for his bounty was within ear shot, he would give him a piercing glare.
“It seems like our fight stays on hold.” The Orc barked, his voice now marked by an excited inflection. This was the first time the Orc was facing a challenge worthy of him, and the thought made his blood race.
Nah, seemed exciting enough.
It begins.
It begins.
LeeRoy said
Why am I awake?It's 6 am.This is a despicable hour to be awake.
I felt around the same way when I woke up at 8am, four hours ago.
When I grow up I want to be a Tuft.
My next character is going to be a magical garden gnome.
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