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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
8 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
8 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
8 yrs ago
bored
8 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
Friday Night >>> outside of the Flour Meadough Bakery
Distant rolling thunder and the sounds of heavy rain on a tin roof filled the smaller bedroom. A twin bed pushed up against the far corner with a few dressers and a closet with wooden doors lined the far wall. The room was kept neat synthetic hard wood floors and sky blue painted walls with a few old pictures dotted around where the only things that decorated the room. Other than the sounds of a storm being projected from a nearby speaker, the only other thing that stirred in the dimly lit room was a man. A tall strong man that was putting on a black suit, with a white shirt, and red tie, something formal to wear for the evening events. This man had shortcut black hair and hazel eyes and was hiding a few tattoos underneath his suit and tan trench coat, while he secured his Pistol in its concealed place at his hip.
The .40 caliber Glock 22 felt good at his side while he checked to make sure he had one spare magazine with it. Sure the man knew he wasn’t working tonight, after all he started up at the new place on Monday. Still, the man was feeling anxious, today was the day he planned to go to the address his mother gave him before she died. The address of someone who would know where his real father was. He had already driven there before but couldn't work up the nerve to go knock on the door, sometimes he hated being awkward or having social anxiety.
So the man double-checked to make sure he had everything before turning off his speaker and sighing as the sounds of the city flooded back into the room. The company apartment wasn't that bad, a few blocks from the House of Lords put it within walking distance, and he just had a roommate was all. Speaking of roommate, his was lounging around in the living room watching some nature documentary. The tall man closed his door and headed for the front door.
"Hey victor you going out to see the sights and smells of the fair? Maybe sample the local night-life?" the man on the couch called out to him without looking. This man was shorter than Victor, with red short hair and a subtle Irish accent. "Hey Will, yeah I'm going to go take care of some personal things first though" Will laughed and took another drink of his beer. "Well maybe I’ll see you out there then, I’ll be heading out in an hour or so." Victor nodded and left, closing the door behind him. He liked Will they served together in Afghanistan, and he was the one to set them up with this company two years ago and came with him when he transferred here, a good lad.
Victor took his time walking to the elevator and taking it down to the car garage at the bottom of the building, at least it wasn't too far of a drive to where he was going, but with traffic he planned ahead and got a cab that was waiting for him down below. There were a few other people up and around, dressed in nice suits and formal dresses. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits about this shindig the mayor was throwing, honestly he liked it too, helped him forget about where he was and what he was about to do as he climbed into the cab and gave the cabby the address.
The drive to the address didn't take too long, and they had little trouble even with the events going on. The only issue they had on the way over was a white Rolls Royce Limo and its motor cade almost forced them off the road and effectively cut them off. His cabby kept his cool other than a few angry remarks towards them, Victor couldn't help but wonder if he would be working for some of those people later on. He honestly didn't like rich people too much, they were always tried to express how much better they were then him and never liked that he told them their money and power would have trouble stopping a bullet at point-blank range. That’s not to say he ever threatened them he just liked to point out hard truths that their money couldn't buy or stop everything.
The cab finally slowed to a stop outside a small house that doubled as a bakery the small sign out front reading "Flour Meadough" a funny play on words sure, at least the people here had some humor. The cab pulled away after he was paid and Victor was left alone outside a closed Bakery and sighed, "Well let’s get this over with" he spoke to himself before stepping forward toward the front door of the bakery that had a small sign that said closed with working hours and a phone number imprinted on the glass window. For more than a moment he paused outside that door, his heart was beginning to race and his stomach hurt, but he pressed on and pounded on the door.
Knock, knock, knock, he stepped back and looked around, “see Vic now no one will answer and you can go drink your sorrows away” he spoke to himself quietly. In his anxiety he rubbed his hands together then started to pick at the calluses on his hands before slowly stepping back and forth and checks his phone. He wasn’t looking at anything in particular and could easily check the time on his watch but decided to stick around for a few more minutes anyway, at least the neighborhood was quiet and nice.
Trevor noticed how Maisy looked at him after the interrogation, “something to discuss later” he thought as he got himself and his crew ready. A small strike team with him and Maisy, he only had a little objection from them as they got ready, but he assured his team that she wouldn’t be coming with them for the combat phase most agreed she would only get in the way. A harsh reality, but he honestly wasn’t going to say anything to her about it, he didn’t need another injury.
They didn’t have to wait much longer before they headed out with the information gathered from the raider. It was a small team, the five from his team, himself, Maisy, and a couple of troopers who had proved themselves to be reliable and quiet. Their job mostly was just to stick with Maisy, Trevor couldn’t remember their names and just referred to them as Steve and Jeff.
The road towards the barge was quiet, they road their mounts slowly taking a longer route across the high ground and through a few creeks. They had only been riding for thirteen miles east when they spotted the small plume of white smoke coming from a nearby park. They dismounted and left the troopers with the horses before approaching the small hill where the old train tracks rested, several old lumber carts still rested along the tracks a few hundred feet down the line.
Specter was the first to crawl up to the berm and motion for the others to follow, with a low crawl they all popped their heads up, so they could see. A barge had been marooned and tied off to an old dock down on the shore of the old park. A few small Conn ex boxes rested on the old thing, their doors broken off or forced open and being used as shelters for what looked like a small camp of raiders. In what was once an old parking lot several mistreated horses wandered around a small area that was hastily put up.
The small group being satisfied with what they saw slowly backed down from the berm and looked to each other, “what do you guys think?” Maisy was the first to speak up, “Now, Trevor. I don't give a rat's ass about any caterwauling hootenanny limerick Jain might have--this is my operation. You either have loaded guns or you dig. You always dig. I'm not planting anyone 'neath daisies but the yallers up there after what happened earlier." The others looked to each other than back at Trevor, "See those horses, Trevor? They'll dart off like a jack rabbit if we don't get 'em first. Think you can mop up their plates and keep my horse from being shot out underneath while I gather 'em up?" the girl sure did like her horses, even if to him some looked like they would be better for eating then keeping.
The others looked to each other and shrugged, Trevor looked to Maisy and smiled, “Will do, but remember you’re on our schedule.” He didn’t mean to sound demanding, but he knew his guys and knew they didn’t have too much time, so he quickly put a plan together and looked to the others. “Alright plan is to drop back down the road a little ways and drop over the side to the river bank. From there we will work our way up river, low and slow like.” He looked around at all of them to make sure they were all listening and to give him a moment to think. “Maze once the killing starts, I’m going to leave it up to your best judgment of when to swoop in for the horses. I recommended doing it if they are alerted to our presence. That way you would be a distraction.”
Again the man smiled and looked to them, “everyone good with that?” subtle nods of approval from his squad was all he needed to continue, “Alright then, let’s get this done and hopefully be done and back at camp by sunset.” The small group moved back to their horses, and he gave a wink and a smile to Maisy as him and his crew slowly trotted off down the high way.
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It didn’t take the team very long to get out of eyesight of the barge, the ground down to the river was loose with only a few stones rolling down the hill into the river below. The deep blue water of the shore line was rather clear and rocky, the water cold from snow melt made them breath deeper once they entered it. That cold shock that is responsible for many drownings because people can’t get their breathing right before trying to swim to shore or back to the boat. The group spent some time in the water, getting used to the temperature before moving out slowly up the river.
The swim was rather nice but slow, there was a bit of wind on the river, so they didn’t need to worry about ripples but still had to worry about sound and sight. It took them fifteen minutes to get back up to the first dyke. The low vegetation provided ample cover for the ill prepared bandits over the next berm, a few small pine trees did give them good cover while they crossed one at a time over the barrier and back into the water.
When they got to the next berm they slowly crawled up the embankment spread out carefully Siren and Ifirit had their short bows at the ready with Specter up in front and the rest with weapons drawn ready for a fight. Specter got to the top and could see a few of these raiders lounging around on the barge, some looked like they were napping in the sun a few others had fishing poles and seemed to be cleaning some of their things. A few others seemed to be patrolling around out front with spears and other crude melee weapons. But none of them could see what was in the containers they had opened, that would be difficult to assess.
Specter slowly backed down and turned to the others making various hand signals to explain what he saw, from the weapons to how many they had walking around. Slowly they all looked to one another, the simple nods, facial expressions, and body language said a lot about them and how they were trained to carry on a conversation without a word to one another. Eventually they moved into position, Ifirit, Siren, Xena, and Specter would engage them at range until they got privy to where they were and draw them into Guru and Trevor who would be waiting for them to come in and attack. At that time Xena would then stop attacking at ranged and then come in to help out with the melee.
It only took the team a few seconds to get into position before they started their attack, the first few shots were targeted. Shooting for the ones that were awake prioritizing the big guys or the ones with the good weapons. The first volley all found their mark, screams of pain and alarm filled the air as the ones that were hit and weren’t killed cried out. The second volley was the same, more hits, more confusion, and more death. It wasn’t until after the third volley that they started to take cover and notice where the arrows and bolts were coming from, but by that time their fighting force had been reduced to half.
@The Narrator I hope this is acceptable, if any changes need to be made please let me know.
Name: Victor Asimov and Algarin the Mighty
Age: 57 (looks 25)
Appearance:
Victor stands at 6’ and weighs roughly 215 lbs. he is very muscular and fit with orange hair that usually stops just above his shoulders. His eyes glow with a subtle orange color and can easily be seen in the dark. His skin is covered in scars and ritual tattoos that also glow, the brighter the glow the more restless the beast inside grows. The man tends to wear long trench coats and thick clothes that can cover most of the glow from his markings.
This creature, weighs over 500 lbs. and stands at about 9ft. It burns. Char marks follow it wherever it goes. Cracks in its skin reveal glowing embers of pure otherworldly fire. Waves of visual distortion float off of it from the intense heat. Little can stop its onslaught of unadulterated force and flame. It is a being whose name is derived from the infernal Ifrits from middle-eastern mythology. Those that find themselves the target for the righteous fury of an Efreet have but one choice – to pray.
Classification: Cursed Human - Forced to endure a ritual that bonded him to a lesser god of fire. something they have kept secret from the others, is with the process of forcing the god from his plain and binding him to the mortal. The god was fractured and is continually looking for a lost piece of themselves so that they may regain their lost power.
This god calls himself Algarin and says he was once called Ognebog, the slavic fire god, sent here to root out and destroy evil beings with righteous flame.
Powers:
Shifting - the basis of shifting for him requires blood, either from him or someone else that’s nearby as long as he is trying to summon Algarin to this plane. Victor will collapse and sink into a pool of black liquid that forms at his feet. This process can be stopped if someone grabs him and stops him from sinking. The liquid cannot be removed from this pool and if it is it evaporates quickly. Within 15 to 30 seconds after Victor disappears completely in the liquid, Algarin will climb out of the pool which will quickly disappear behind him. Once Algarin is done his form will crumble to dust leaving Victor behind in his place, any clothes or equipment on victor during this change is undamaged.
When he isn’t shifted:
The bond: Due to his bond several things began to change with his physical self. Enhanced strength and stamina, he can lift up to twice his body weight and can stay awake for a few days without sleep or fight for more than a few continuous hours before passing out. His body can heal from wounds in nearly half the time as it could before. And the last thing is the voice in his head has told him he will live for 1 to 2 hundred years longer than average.
When he is shifted:
Spirit of Fire - He is essentially living stone and holy flame and is anything but subtle, his flames cannot be extinguished (But can be diminished slightly by choice) and when submerged the water around him boils. Anything or anyone that strikes him through melee takes damage and possibly gets set on fire. He is also extremely strong and durable.
Fire Skin - Anything that he touches burns or chars, anything flammable within close proximity of him catches fire.
Dragons Breath - He can breathe fire out in front of him in a wide swath, other than this fire being holy it burns just like normal fire.
Fire and Brimstone - His most powerful magical ability is that he can call forth a cosmic barrage in a large area centered on him that strikes all enemy’s around him, this barrage comes from the sky to his position and the falling fire balls seem to be conjured by magic.
Immunities - When in this form he is immune to all fire, plasma, and explosive attacks and sources.
Speech - He can only talk to people in this form through limited telepathy, he can’t read minds only project his voice.
Senses – He can sense evil nearby but can’t pin point it, can see heat signatures, and has night vision.
Skills: Strengths: + Hand to hand combat – Victor has had extensive training in hand-to-hand combat to better improve his combat capabilities.
+ Distraction – Victor and Algarin are not stealthy or subtle they are there to take the attention of the enemy and fight, as they put it, they will make sure the enemy sees only them and no one else.
+ Demolitions/Engineering – Victor has studied engineering as something to pass the time but it helps during combat if something needs to be destroyed.
+ Range – Although Algarin is mostly close quarters, Victor normally uses ranged attacks and is a good shot.
Weaknesses: > Stealth – as noted above neither Victor nor Algarin are stealthy, Victor is loud and clumsy while also being as bright as a glow stick, while Algarin is literally a walking bonfire.
> Arrogant – even though he does recognize and appreciate the abilities of others he will always see himself as one step above everyone else. He is never afraid to get into a fight, although being smart about it rarely backs down in combat or retreats.
> Compulsion to cleanse – Victor will always have a compulsion to destroy evil and it takes a good amount of his concentration to stifle that compulsion of shifting and fighting, he learned early on that not all evil people are bad guys. As he once put it, “it may have been made by evil, evil left its mark on it sure, but it’s not ruled by evil. Therefore, I can’t destroy it.”
> Blood Ritual – due to his connection with this creature being forced, their bond is not set in stone just yet, it is something that will come in time. Until then once every other month a sacrifice and ritual of blood must be performed in a certain manner to keep the souls of Victor and Algarin intertwined in balance. Without this Victor would be consumed by the spirit of the Efreet and in turn Algarin would be set loose, left unchecked to burn the evil and corruption from this world. Sure some would like to see this, but without Victor, Algarin would not discriminate and does not have a Grey area. You’re either evil or you’re not.
> The cold can kill - Although Algarin has no trouble in water the cold is another matter for both of them. his flames are harder to wield when in the cold or when facing someone who can wield ice. over time it will gradually begin to tense up their joints making both of them sluggish and slow. if the temperature drops to far or the enemy keeps up their attacks they would have a very good chance at defeating them or killing them.
Artifacts or Weapons:
Victor holds no Artifacts but does have a few weapons. A simple long sword that he also wields with a pistol. A standard issue Guardian Knights assault rifle.
Algarin uses his own weapons
His heavy fists are normally used for both demolition and hand-to-hand combat. Wields a whip of flame that can extend from either of his arms.
Personality:
Victor is a strong willed individual, self-righteous, with an air of superiority around him that rivals that of the most elite guardian knights. A moral conviction to fight and purge evil from where ever he can find it, this combined with the feeling of being unstoppable gives him pride in what he’s doing. He can be prone to violence when angered and at times can have a short fuse. However, everything he does, he does to protect the innocent. He likes to help people and whenever he’s not being a dick he will help others. Silent at times he cares little for insults and he feels sorry for anyone that would hurt the few people he calls friends.
Biography:
Honestly other than bits and pieces here and there Victor doesn’t really remember anything from before the ritual, whenever he tries he is riddled with headaches. What he does remember of his past is strange. He remembers being cold, tied down to a stone slab during a full moon, surrounded by robed figures, and dead people. The blood of these poor souls had been gathered and spread around the stones in intricate runes and designs that were all centered onto him. Even he was covered with blood markings and strange tattoos, then everything went dark as the robed figures began to chant.
He can’t remember what they were saying, whenever he tries his mind seems to lose track of what he was thinking about, and he just carries on like nothing happened. He does remember the pain, that horrendous pain that hurt his very soul, and then the darkness as if he was suddenly adrift in a painful void. Something in him called out into the void and someone answered, a being that called himself Algarin the mighty. In a moment the void turned to fire and madness. He always just assumed that part of the forced deal was that his memory and some of his sanity would be taken in exchange for the bond.
Apparently the Robed figures, this cult of blood, were hoping to summon a demon that they could control and wage a war against the Order of Holy Knights that had been troubling them for so long. But in their ignorance came only death and flame, once the creature appeared it burned them, leaving nothing but a charred stone circle that still held its engravings and ash. Victor didn’t know how long it had been, but he woke, hungry, cold, but stronger, with a new sense of purpose, and a voice in his head to guide the way.
For the next twenty years he hunted down destroying evil while also eluding the Holy Knights and their conquest to contain, secure, and protect everyone from everything else. More than a few times he had the opportunity to kill or otherwise destroy these knights but didn’t, he only did it once when he was trapped and left with no other option than to run a few of them through to get out. But not before telling them that they could not stop his crusade of fire. He did not know it at the time but the things that had lured him into this trap where part of the old Judas squad.
After a time he got a strange thought in his head after having a chat with a former Holy Knight who had a bit too much to drink, this man told him of the Judas squad and what they were basically tasked with. The man wouldn’t go into specifics no matter how much he pried but Victor got a rather strange idea, for some it could just have well been a near suicidal idea but if it worked… the possibilities. So one day Victor entered the local headquarters of the Holy Knights and turned himself in, under the condition that he be able to join this unit.
After a few weeks of explaining of how he was on their side and how he was not effected by their holy relics, they sent him to this Special unit of theirs. His reasoning’s for him was sound, these knights had resources he didn’t and could quite literally send him anywhere in the world to fight greater evils than what he was doing on his own. This and he would have better access to more training and what he could only hope would be some sort of knowledge about his origins. He has been with them for the last seventeen years now. The Order has made several accommodations as to allow him to properly do his ritual, be able to let the big guy out now and then in a controlled environment, and he hasn’t regretted his decision yet.
Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.<br><br>Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.</div>
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