Konan375Freeshooter92 said
Probably enough to outdo Ssarak in terms of raw power.
You'll have to double check with Fallen on that.
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You'll have to double check with Fallen on that.
EliteCommander said
Yeah but...that's like a human outmatching a gorilla. It just doesn't seem to to me.
You don't have to be stronger, you just have to be smarter. Or more willing to take stupid risks that would pay off. Or willing to cheat. Strength isn't everything.
Aramir
The world was a collection of kneecaps and shins. Aramir tried to navigate her way through the crowd, to get what food she could. She really did! But there really wasn't much headway one could make in the press of bodies, when one was only the height of their kneecaps. Eventually, she gave up in despair and headed towards the barrels of alcohol. If she couldn't eat, she could at least try this 'Dragon Spit' or spite, or whatever it was called. Like so many other things in her tribe, alcohol wasn't found in abundance. Wasn't found at all to be perfectly honest. So, she was interested to try it, to say the least. Out of all of them, the Dragon one sounded most interesting out of all the options. With minor effort(thank the Gods someone had thought of the Snow Elves and their heighth!) she managed to get a small goblet and fill it with the peppery smelling drink. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact, Aramir quite liked it. The rumble of the crowd and the general abundance of torches and light helped keep her fears at bay, and preventing another instance like the one in the courtyard.
Which, all in all, was a blessing. She didn't know if she'd be able to recover from embarasing herself again. Too many questions, not enough of a want to answer them. Goblet in hand, she glanced over to the gathered tables. People were still moving about, and while there were chairs for her size, she didn't want to risk trying to walk through the land of shins and kneecaps again. So, she moved to the side of the crowd, looking for somewhere she could watch the proceedings and not have to dodge or alert those around her to her presence. Eventually, her eyes spotted a girl all by herself, in a relatively empty corner. Aramir did a double check, not quite trusting what her eyes told her. The girl had..wings? At least, Aramir thought those were wings. Odd. But hey, she had just seen walking dragon people, snake people, and she could have sworn she saw a bunch of floating rocks. A winged human was certainly not the strangest thing she had seen today. Besides, she needed to make more friends than Alaira. At least, she thought the Forest Elf was her friend. A well known, relatively friendly acquaintance at the very least.
Making her way over, Aramir put herself beside the girl, only remembering in the nick of time not to lean back while she had her bow on. Alaira's tour was..conclusive in some ways, but it had failed to show her where her dorm was. Thus, she was left carrying her gear. Or what was on her back, anyways. Smiling up at Lyris, she said "Hello! I'm Aramir. Who are you?"
The world was a collection of kneecaps and shins. Aramir tried to navigate her way through the crowd, to get what food she could. She really did! But there really wasn't much headway one could make in the press of bodies, when one was only the height of their kneecaps. Eventually, she gave up in despair and headed towards the barrels of alcohol. If she couldn't eat, she could at least try this 'Dragon Spit' or spite, or whatever it was called. Like so many other things in her tribe, alcohol wasn't found in abundance. Wasn't found at all to be perfectly honest. So, she was interested to try it, to say the least. Out of all of them, the Dragon one sounded most interesting out of all the options. With minor effort(thank the Gods someone had thought of the Snow Elves and their heighth!) she managed to get a small goblet and fill it with the peppery smelling drink. It wasn't a bad smell, in fact, Aramir quite liked it. The rumble of the crowd and the general abundance of torches and light helped keep her fears at bay, and preventing another instance like the one in the courtyard.
Which, all in all, was a blessing. She didn't know if she'd be able to recover from embarasing herself again. Too many questions, not enough of a want to answer them. Goblet in hand, she glanced over to the gathered tables. People were still moving about, and while there were chairs for her size, she didn't want to risk trying to walk through the land of shins and kneecaps again. So, she moved to the side of the crowd, looking for somewhere she could watch the proceedings and not have to dodge or alert those around her to her presence. Eventually, her eyes spotted a girl all by herself, in a relatively empty corner. Aramir did a double check, not quite trusting what her eyes told her. The girl had..wings? At least, Aramir thought those were wings. Odd. But hey, she had just seen walking dragon people, snake people, and she could have sworn she saw a bunch of floating rocks. A winged human was certainly not the strangest thing she had seen today. Besides, she needed to make more friends than Alaira. At least, she thought the Forest Elf was her friend. A well known, relatively friendly acquaintance at the very least.
Making her way over, Aramir put herself beside the girl, only remembering in the nick of time not to lean back while she had her bow on. Alaira's tour was..conclusive in some ways, but it had failed to show her where her dorm was. Thus, she was left carrying her gear. Or what was on her back, anyways. Smiling up at Lyris, she said "Hello! I'm Aramir. Who are you?"
Kiara had lost her partner again. One moment, they were walking through 'Sin City', the next, Maeve was gone. Kiara glanced around dumbly for a few moments, before sighing. When she tried to reach out to Maeve, with her mind, to get an idea where she was, Kiara found herself blocked off from her partner. A useful thing that she made Maeve learn when her...promiscuity, became far to much of an annoyance. It was awkward, to say the least, to know your partner is sleeping with someone because they don't know how to block off their thoughts. Now though, it was an irritation. "I swear. If I find her in a bar, trying to sweet talk her way into another girl's pants, I'm to kick her ass all through this city!" Her shadow, decidedly masculine and not at all like her body, made a snickering motion. Kiara glared at him.
"Shut up Eric! You're going to be searching for her too. Well, where do you think she's going to be? No! Come on. She has money, and time to kill. Come on...I know you can figure it out..There we go! Now go start searching." At the end of her conversation(for which everyone who couldn't hear Eric gave her looks for), her shadow(Eric) darted off towards the nearest bar in one direction, while Kiara herself went in the other. It shouldn't be too hard to find her partner. Any Bar was good enough for Maeve, and thus, the first one was the one she'd go in. While she walked, idly scanning for any neon signs that screamed the presence of a bar, the crowds of Las Vegas parted around her.
In any other city, she would have stood out, covered in black from head to toe as she was. But, this was Las Vegas. Compared the sheer amount of people and the sheer amount of strangeness in the city, she was rather mild. Here, a street performer in nothing more than leather pants and a leather vest was swallowing fire. There, a group of people who looked like they had more metal piercings on their faces than skin, and were decked out in black(similarly metal covered) leather jackets and gloves and boots and clothes in general. There was another group of people, heading to a costume party. Or at least, Kiara hoped they were. She didn't want to think about the other possibilities. The point was, given the other oddities around her, Kiara blended rather well.
As it turned out, Kiara didn't find Maeve. Maeve found Kiara. The Celtic woman walked out of a bar, an arm around a giggling girl that couldn't have been more than 21. "Eric. If found her. Come back." Kiara ordered testily, before making a beeline for her partner. She caught the last few words of Maeve sweet talking the girl into sleeping with her. Not that hard as the girl was quite obviously drunk. Very, very drunk. "-'ll be fun! Just your beautiful self and me,a room all to ourselves, a soft bed, maybe a pair of cuffs.." The girl giggled again, blushing. Before Maeve could continue, Kiara walked up and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket. "Excuse us. My partner and I have something to discuss." She said politely, before dragging the taller Asylum off while the drunk girl blinked in surprise, before shrugging and turning back into the bar.
"Oh, come on!" Maeve complained, not resisting as she was dragged away. "It wouldn't have taken long! 20, 25 minutes, tops!" Kiara stopped, staring at her coldly. "You've spent all your money, haven't you?" Maeve fidgeted. "Well..if you'd have given me all of my money brought on the trip-" Kiara cut her off. "We made a deal. I control your money, for your own good, and so you don't end up begging money from me so you can feed your alcoholism and addiction." Maeve looked indignant, and began to defend herself. "Okay, one: you cheated to get that deal from me! I was drunk, my decision making was at an all time low! Second: I do not have alcoholism,! I can go as long as I want without alcohol. It's just that I prefer to be drinking when I'm not hunting down very nasty people who can kill me. Also, it's not an addiction! I just happen to like the company of lovely women when I'm not on AMRO business."
Kiara raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving the last claims. Meanwhile Eric finally arrived and settled off to the side to watch the fun. "Drunk or not, you made the deal and vowed it on your namesake. You have to abide by it and I'm keeping a firm grip on the money we have with us. You're an alcoholic, just one with a very high tolerance. And if you don't have an addiction, I don't know what an addiction is!" Kiara took a deep breath through her nose. "Regardless, we are on AMRO business. Didn't you listen to me while I explained, or were you to busy flirting with that flight attendant? You know, the one who rejected your advances at ever turn." From Maeve's dark look, she did remember. Kiara smiled. "Come on, lets head to the square or plaza or whatever it's called. Maybe we'll find who were working with."
"Shut up Eric! You're going to be searching for her too. Well, where do you think she's going to be? No! Come on. She has money, and time to kill. Come on...I know you can figure it out..There we go! Now go start searching." At the end of her conversation(for which everyone who couldn't hear Eric gave her looks for), her shadow(Eric) darted off towards the nearest bar in one direction, while Kiara herself went in the other. It shouldn't be too hard to find her partner. Any Bar was good enough for Maeve, and thus, the first one was the one she'd go in. While she walked, idly scanning for any neon signs that screamed the presence of a bar, the crowds of Las Vegas parted around her.
In any other city, she would have stood out, covered in black from head to toe as she was. But, this was Las Vegas. Compared the sheer amount of people and the sheer amount of strangeness in the city, she was rather mild. Here, a street performer in nothing more than leather pants and a leather vest was swallowing fire. There, a group of people who looked like they had more metal piercings on their faces than skin, and were decked out in black(similarly metal covered) leather jackets and gloves and boots and clothes in general. There was another group of people, heading to a costume party. Or at least, Kiara hoped they were. She didn't want to think about the other possibilities. The point was, given the other oddities around her, Kiara blended rather well.
As it turned out, Kiara didn't find Maeve. Maeve found Kiara. The Celtic woman walked out of a bar, an arm around a giggling girl that couldn't have been more than 21. "Eric. If found her. Come back." Kiara ordered testily, before making a beeline for her partner. She caught the last few words of Maeve sweet talking the girl into sleeping with her. Not that hard as the girl was quite obviously drunk. Very, very drunk. "-'ll be fun! Just your beautiful self and me,a room all to ourselves, a soft bed, maybe a pair of cuffs.." The girl giggled again, blushing. Before Maeve could continue, Kiara walked up and grabbed her by the collar of her jacket. "Excuse us. My partner and I have something to discuss." She said politely, before dragging the taller Asylum off while the drunk girl blinked in surprise, before shrugging and turning back into the bar.
"Oh, come on!" Maeve complained, not resisting as she was dragged away. "It wouldn't have taken long! 20, 25 minutes, tops!" Kiara stopped, staring at her coldly. "You've spent all your money, haven't you?" Maeve fidgeted. "Well..if you'd have given me all of my money brought on the trip-" Kiara cut her off. "We made a deal. I control your money, for your own good, and so you don't end up begging money from me so you can feed your alcoholism and addiction." Maeve looked indignant, and began to defend herself. "Okay, one: you cheated to get that deal from me! I was drunk, my decision making was at an all time low! Second: I do not have alcoholism,! I can go as long as I want without alcohol. It's just that I prefer to be drinking when I'm not hunting down very nasty people who can kill me. Also, it's not an addiction! I just happen to like the company of lovely women when I'm not on AMRO business."
Kiara raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving the last claims. Meanwhile Eric finally arrived and settled off to the side to watch the fun. "Drunk or not, you made the deal and vowed it on your namesake. You have to abide by it and I'm keeping a firm grip on the money we have with us. You're an alcoholic, just one with a very high tolerance. And if you don't have an addiction, I don't know what an addiction is!" Kiara took a deep breath through her nose. "Regardless, we are on AMRO business. Didn't you listen to me while I explained, or were you to busy flirting with that flight attendant? You know, the one who rejected your advances at ever turn." From Maeve's dark look, she did remember. Kiara smiled. "Come on, lets head to the square or plaza or whatever it's called. Maybe we'll find who were working with."
Luna said
read the picture
I'm doing good, Luna.
How about you?
Ah, Mar is going to kill Althalus before this is over.
Pumirya said
@Marcus: Get well soon.
@WK: No worries, that happens/
Seconded.
Althalus
He wasn't sure if the Runemaster had bought his lie about having made more than a few enemies(which was true),one of them was particularly stubborn(which was also true), and that same one had connections to a Necromacer who had set a Shadow Golem to follow him(which was a lie). The greatest lies always had at least a little bit of truth in them, after all. She had created the Rune for him easily enough, but she didn't seem to quite believe him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But she had seemed doubtful, and that made him nervous. He had no idea who had sent the Golem, why, or what connections they had. Maybe the dwarf would mention it to them and whoever had created the Golem would put two and two together and go into more..direct methods of getting whatever they want from Mar. Thus, as he walked from the Runemaster to the Feast(following the flow of students to the Dining Hall), he occasionally glanced behind his back, and kept a hand near his hidden knives. There wasn't a room for him to put down all of his arms and armor, so he was still carrying it around. And besides. Trusting in the College's protection was well and good, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Althalus let out a small sigh of relief when he saw the doors to the Dining Hall, and spotted Mar. A small grin crossed his face at the state of her dress, and the looks she was getting from the students. Especially the boys. Before he could go over there and make a suitable remark, the demon from before stepped out. Tyrael, Althalus remembered. Rather than interrupt the meeting conversation between the two of them, Althalus moved where Mar could see him and waved in an attemp to draw her eyes. When she was finally looking at him, he gave her a self-satsified smirk, mouthing 'Got it'. It was a small thing, about the size of coin. It was carved onto a piece of wood, which was rectangular and small. Easily hidden in a pocket..or whatever the Naga used for pockets. Replacing it in his own pocket, Althalus gestured to the Dining Hall. If she wanted the rune, she'd have to go into Feast herself. He certainly wasn't waiting around while she chatted with her friendly killing machine. Walking into the Hall with a final parting wave, Althalus entered just in time to see a Forest Elf shoving a candlestick into another Demons face.
As the demon was drawing back his claws to impale the girl, and Althalus was drawing a knife from his armor to throw, the Esyire at the head of table bellowed at the demon, who was apparently Zaad. The demon immediately stopped, and Althalus warily sheathed his knife as Zaad retreated into the shadows, the girl sticking her tongue out at him and returning to her meal, a smile on her face. Well of course, Althalus couldn't just leave that be, could he? Walking over and sitting down, he grinned at her. "Not sure if you're crazy or not, but you're certainly lucky. Then again, I've also been called a crazy lucky bastard on occasion. I'm Althalus."
He wasn't sure if the Runemaster had bought his lie about having made more than a few enemies(which was true),one of them was particularly stubborn(which was also true), and that same one had connections to a Necromacer who had set a Shadow Golem to follow him(which was a lie). The greatest lies always had at least a little bit of truth in them, after all. She had created the Rune for him easily enough, but she didn't seem to quite believe him. Maybe he was just being paranoid. But she had seemed doubtful, and that made him nervous. He had no idea who had sent the Golem, why, or what connections they had. Maybe the dwarf would mention it to them and whoever had created the Golem would put two and two together and go into more..direct methods of getting whatever they want from Mar. Thus, as he walked from the Runemaster to the Feast(following the flow of students to the Dining Hall), he occasionally glanced behind his back, and kept a hand near his hidden knives. There wasn't a room for him to put down all of his arms and armor, so he was still carrying it around. And besides. Trusting in the College's protection was well and good, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Althalus let out a small sigh of relief when he saw the doors to the Dining Hall, and spotted Mar. A small grin crossed his face at the state of her dress, and the looks she was getting from the students. Especially the boys. Before he could go over there and make a suitable remark, the demon from before stepped out. Tyrael, Althalus remembered. Rather than interrupt the meeting conversation between the two of them, Althalus moved where Mar could see him and waved in an attemp to draw her eyes. When she was finally looking at him, he gave her a self-satsified smirk, mouthing 'Got it'. It was a small thing, about the size of coin. It was carved onto a piece of wood, which was rectangular and small. Easily hidden in a pocket..or whatever the Naga used for pockets. Replacing it in his own pocket, Althalus gestured to the Dining Hall. If she wanted the rune, she'd have to go into Feast herself. He certainly wasn't waiting around while she chatted with her friendly killing machine. Walking into the Hall with a final parting wave, Althalus entered just in time to see a Forest Elf shoving a candlestick into another Demons face.
As the demon was drawing back his claws to impale the girl, and Althalus was drawing a knife from his armor to throw, the Esyire at the head of table bellowed at the demon, who was apparently Zaad. The demon immediately stopped, and Althalus warily sheathed his knife as Zaad retreated into the shadows, the girl sticking her tongue out at him and returning to her meal, a smile on her face. Well of course, Althalus couldn't just leave that be, could he? Walking over and sitting down, he grinned at her. "Not sure if you're crazy or not, but you're certainly lucky. Then again, I've also been called a crazy lucky bastard on occasion. I'm Althalus."
Ah, he'll be fine.
Torack said
Why is it that I just saw this?Anyway, yo, no need to run away. These people are good guys and won't harm other asylums .
LIES. LIES AND HERESY.
I'll get a post up sometime tomorrow. All my posts have been eaten...-_-
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