Psyker Landshark
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Hurrah.
Leidenschaft said
"WAAAAGH!!!!" Cub said.
" 'ERE WE GO, 'ERE WE GO, 'ERE WE GO!"
Hralvar brandished his stolen longsword, eying the four mercenaries surrounding him warily. It was just his luck that these stupid bastards had caught up to him as he'd reached the tree line. Naturally, they hadn't taken well to seeing the two dead mercenaries at his feet, and now they had drawn swords against him. Then again, after everything that had happened to him in the past week, killing a few more dwemer sympathizers wouldn't hurt his mood.
"So, four on one, just for a poor old Nord in his dotage?" Hralvar laughed as he raised his left hand into the air, conjuring a frost atronach to stand at his side. He was close enough to the tree line that he didn't want to risk any fire spells burning through the forest. "A bit much, wouldn't you say?" The battlemage taunted as he lashed out with a spell of chain lightning, electrocuting all four of the mercenaries as his atronach slammed its fist into a stunned sellsword's head, caving the Breton's skull in as Hralvar cut down a paralyzed Orc before the remaining two recovered.
"Ericsson, deal with the atronach! The battlemage is mine!" A second Orc bellowed at his Imperial compatriot as he swung his own longsword at Hralvar, who met his charge, parrying the blade.
"Oh, you think a little shit like you can kill me?" Hralvar laughed as he disengaged from the orc, whirling his blade against the mercenary's before he sucker-punched him in the throat. The orc looked young and rather inexperienced for one of his kind, much like Cub did if he wasn't such a fierce fighter. The orc reeled back, choking, and Hralvar thrust his blade through the sellsword's chest. As the orc bled out and died, Hralvar kicked the corpse off of his sword as he surveyed the last remaining mercenary, who had just slain his atronach with a mace. "Well, you look like you can at least handle yourself. Come on, then, lad!" Hralvar roared as he charged magicka in his free hand, firing off an ice spike at the Imperial, who ducked behind his shield as the icicle shattered against it.
Still tucked behind his shield, the mercenary bull-rushed Hralvar, who was sent sprawling from the shield bash. From his prone position on the ground, Hralvar's eyes widened as he saw a mace come down towards his head, and he rolled out of the way just in time to avoid having his head be pulped into squishy bits. The old Nord pulled himself up in a crouch and fired lightning at the Imperial's shield, who screamed in pain as he dropped the electrically-charged metal. Hralvar charged, and the two exchanged blows for a few rounds before they disengaged from each other, panting from the exertion of combat. The mercenary roared and charged towards Hralvar once more, but this time, the battlemage was ready. Hralvar sidestepped the Imperial's overhead swing and slashed at the man's side, cutting through his armor before he ripped his blade out and thrust it through his back, finishing him off.
"Oh, well done." A voice called out from behind, and Hralvar whirled around in surprise.
"Who the...oh, it's you, priest." Hralvar flicked the blood off of his sword, leveling a glare at the Argonian bandit. "Come to take me back in?"
"In a sense." Tucks shrugged, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "It would seem that we have cause to ally for the moment. I'm to take you back to your companions, if you'll follow along."
Hralvar sagged slightly, groaning in annoyance. If Marassa and Cub were still back at the bandit camp, he really had no choice but to follow along. Escaping was pointless if his comrades weren't with him, and if one of the bandits had found him, the others were sure to follow soon. "...Fine. Lead the way."
"So, four on one, just for a poor old Nord in his dotage?" Hralvar laughed as he raised his left hand into the air, conjuring a frost atronach to stand at his side. He was close enough to the tree line that he didn't want to risk any fire spells burning through the forest. "A bit much, wouldn't you say?" The battlemage taunted as he lashed out with a spell of chain lightning, electrocuting all four of the mercenaries as his atronach slammed its fist into a stunned sellsword's head, caving the Breton's skull in as Hralvar cut down a paralyzed Orc before the remaining two recovered.
"Ericsson, deal with the atronach! The battlemage is mine!" A second Orc bellowed at his Imperial compatriot as he swung his own longsword at Hralvar, who met his charge, parrying the blade.
"Oh, you think a little shit like you can kill me?" Hralvar laughed as he disengaged from the orc, whirling his blade against the mercenary's before he sucker-punched him in the throat. The orc looked young and rather inexperienced for one of his kind, much like Cub did if he wasn't such a fierce fighter. The orc reeled back, choking, and Hralvar thrust his blade through the sellsword's chest. As the orc bled out and died, Hralvar kicked the corpse off of his sword as he surveyed the last remaining mercenary, who had just slain his atronach with a mace. "Well, you look like you can at least handle yourself. Come on, then, lad!" Hralvar roared as he charged magicka in his free hand, firing off an ice spike at the Imperial, who ducked behind his shield as the icicle shattered against it.
Still tucked behind his shield, the mercenary bull-rushed Hralvar, who was sent sprawling from the shield bash. From his prone position on the ground, Hralvar's eyes widened as he saw a mace come down towards his head, and he rolled out of the way just in time to avoid having his head be pulped into squishy bits. The old Nord pulled himself up in a crouch and fired lightning at the Imperial's shield, who screamed in pain as he dropped the electrically-charged metal. Hralvar charged, and the two exchanged blows for a few rounds before they disengaged from each other, panting from the exertion of combat. The mercenary roared and charged towards Hralvar once more, but this time, the battlemage was ready. Hralvar sidestepped the Imperial's overhead swing and slashed at the man's side, cutting through his armor before he ripped his blade out and thrust it through his back, finishing him off.
"Oh, well done." A voice called out from behind, and Hralvar whirled around in surprise.
"Who the...oh, it's you, priest." Hralvar flicked the blood off of his sword, leveling a glare at the Argonian bandit. "Come to take me back in?"
"In a sense." Tucks shrugged, raising his hands in a gesture of peace. "It would seem that we have cause to ally for the moment. I'm to take you back to your companions, if you'll follow along."
Hralvar sagged slightly, groaning in annoyance. If Marassa and Cub were still back at the bandit camp, he really had no choice but to follow along. Escaping was pointless if his comrades weren't with him, and if one of the bandits had found him, the others were sure to follow soon. "...Fine. Lead the way."
Oh god I keep spelling ork instead of orc in my post. This is what happens when you've been playing a shitton of Deathwatch with buddies.
silavor said
Ohhh, is that our first official antagonist?
Yup.
Name: Isaac
Race: Beorc
Sex: Male
Class: Hero
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 34
Appearance:
Equipment:
-Steel Poleaxe
-Steel Blade
-Tomahawk
Personality:
Ambitious and pragmatic, Isaac is willing to do almost anything to get ahead and advance beyond his station in life. However, he is not completely heartless, as he cares for and is protective of those who serve under him, partially because he genuinely cares for his soldiers, and partially because he feels that his men are one of his most useful resources in gaining more power for himself. Blunt, but cunning, Isaac does not mince words and is often brutally honest, even when diplomacy and tact would serve him better. He respects ability and skill more than anything else, and puts no stock in political or noble influence.
Bio:
Isaac grew up as an orphan in the streets of Vinsenia's capital, surviving through stealing. During his childhood and early teenage years, he proved himself savvy enough to survive in the slums, being both strong enough to defend himself and cunning enough to avoid being threatened in the first place. However, the instant he came of age, he enlisted in the Vinsenian army to escape life in the streets. Isaac was shipped off to a border fort and handed an axe and a set of mail. He stayed in the border garrison for a few years, rising quickly through the enlisted ranks through proving himself against bandit raids and occasional skirmishes until he was eventually made a ranked officer, taking his lieutenant's place after the man was slain in a border skirmish.
After this success, Isaac sought to rise even higher, and began actively working to ascend further through the ranks of the army, learning as much as he could to better his own skills while also ingratiating himself with his soldiers and gaining their loyalty. Over the course of a decade, Isaac rapidly ascended through the Vinsenian army through sheer ability until he was made a commander second only to a general. When the new Vinsenian king took the throne and began conquering the other countries in the Vale, Isaac followed his general into battle against Caldegia. However, he and a number of men quickly grew dissatisfied at the general's skill in warfare, noting how the Vinsenian army had been pushed back against an army which they held the numerical and strategic advantage against. The general was a noble glory seeker with no actual experience in warfare, having been appointed under the previous king's reign only through his political connections. As a result of this, Isaac and a number of men loyal to him hatched a plot to assassinate the man. Isaac provoked the general to ride out to "save" a group of scouts, claiming that they had fallen under attack from enemy outriders. The general took the bait, and took Isaac and his men with him as a bodyguard unit. Isaac and the soldiers loyal to him proceeded to do the opposite of a bodyguard unit's job, and cut the man's throat as soon as they were far enough away from the army camp. Upon returning to camp, Isaac claimed that assassins had slain the general, which was true from a certain point of view, and proceeded to take command of the army himself. In their next battle against a Caldegian army, Isaac's men smashed the Caldegians and routed them before he linked up with the other Vinsenian generals and proceeded to take the capital of Caldegia at their side. After this, Isaac officially became the general in command of the 3rd Vinsenian Army, and he played a pivotal role in the conquest of the Free State of Del Monray. These successes led the Vinsenian king to place Isaac's army at the vanguard of the invasion of Belinni, and so Isaac led the spearhead of the army into Belinni, commencing the invasion of the last country in the Vale.
Likes:
Coffee, books
Dislikes:
Politics, cold weather
Strengths:
- Has a keen tactical mind.
- Charismatic. Is loved by his soldiers.
Weaknesses:
- Blunt and tactless. Has no skill in politics, which strains relations with some of his fellow generals.
- Vengeful and has a tendency to hold a grudge, and his judgement can be heavily affected by it.
Race: Beorc
Sex: Male
Class: Hero
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 34
Appearance:
Equipment:
-Steel Poleaxe
-Steel Blade
-Tomahawk
Personality:
Ambitious and pragmatic, Isaac is willing to do almost anything to get ahead and advance beyond his station in life. However, he is not completely heartless, as he cares for and is protective of those who serve under him, partially because he genuinely cares for his soldiers, and partially because he feels that his men are one of his most useful resources in gaining more power for himself. Blunt, but cunning, Isaac does not mince words and is often brutally honest, even when diplomacy and tact would serve him better. He respects ability and skill more than anything else, and puts no stock in political or noble influence.
Bio:
Isaac grew up as an orphan in the streets of Vinsenia's capital, surviving through stealing. During his childhood and early teenage years, he proved himself savvy enough to survive in the slums, being both strong enough to defend himself and cunning enough to avoid being threatened in the first place. However, the instant he came of age, he enlisted in the Vinsenian army to escape life in the streets. Isaac was shipped off to a border fort and handed an axe and a set of mail. He stayed in the border garrison for a few years, rising quickly through the enlisted ranks through proving himself against bandit raids and occasional skirmishes until he was eventually made a ranked officer, taking his lieutenant's place after the man was slain in a border skirmish.
After this success, Isaac sought to rise even higher, and began actively working to ascend further through the ranks of the army, learning as much as he could to better his own skills while also ingratiating himself with his soldiers and gaining their loyalty. Over the course of a decade, Isaac rapidly ascended through the Vinsenian army through sheer ability until he was made a commander second only to a general. When the new Vinsenian king took the throne and began conquering the other countries in the Vale, Isaac followed his general into battle against Caldegia. However, he and a number of men quickly grew dissatisfied at the general's skill in warfare, noting how the Vinsenian army had been pushed back against an army which they held the numerical and strategic advantage against. The general was a noble glory seeker with no actual experience in warfare, having been appointed under the previous king's reign only through his political connections. As a result of this, Isaac and a number of men loyal to him hatched a plot to assassinate the man. Isaac provoked the general to ride out to "save" a group of scouts, claiming that they had fallen under attack from enemy outriders. The general took the bait, and took Isaac and his men with him as a bodyguard unit. Isaac and the soldiers loyal to him proceeded to do the opposite of a bodyguard unit's job, and cut the man's throat as soon as they were far enough away from the army camp. Upon returning to camp, Isaac claimed that assassins had slain the general, which was true from a certain point of view, and proceeded to take command of the army himself. In their next battle against a Caldegian army, Isaac's men smashed the Caldegians and routed them before he linked up with the other Vinsenian generals and proceeded to take the capital of Caldegia at their side. After this, Isaac officially became the general in command of the 3rd Vinsenian Army, and he played a pivotal role in the conquest of the Free State of Del Monray. These successes led the Vinsenian king to place Isaac's army at the vanguard of the invasion of Belinni, and so Isaac led the spearhead of the army into Belinni, commencing the invasion of the last country in the Vale.
Likes:
Coffee, books
Dislikes:
Politics, cold weather
Strengths:
- Has a keen tactical mind.
- Charismatic. Is loved by his soldiers.
Weaknesses:
- Blunt and tactless. Has no skill in politics, which strains relations with some of his fellow generals.
- Vengeful and has a tendency to hold a grudge, and his judgement can be heavily affected by it.
Fish of Oblivion said
Also, ya'll niggas need some Aldnoah.Zero. First episode just released and shit's promising.
It's glorious. Urobutcher trolls us from the first minute by introducing some moeshit that I already hate. Then twenty minutes later, he restores my faith in him.
Post will be coming either today or Monday, depending. Gone for most of the day tomorrow.
I'll get my CS up by tomorrow. Have a huge headache right now, going straight to bed.
Putting a CS together tomorrow. Also, sent you a PM, Tentacle.
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