MelonHead said
Good guy Clockwork Man.
Whose current best buddy is a psychopath. You know, I'm glad Arty teamed up with you. Seems like all the action is gonna be following us around.
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Whose current best buddy is a psychopath. You know, I'm glad Arty teamed up with you. Seems like all the action is gonna be following us around.
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How is that offensive?
@Khan: For the purposes of your next post, just assume that Arty entered the room right behind CM.
GreivousKhan said
I've always felt he was more intermediate, though looking at him again, I'd say on the old tier system he would have been around tier 6. So more or less one level away from high. The tier system though was never perfect, and now that they have combined into three levels, are even more unbalanced overall.
I guess we're all in agreement then. High-level intermediate it is. :)
Ok. I guess as long as all the current GM's agree, I'd like to have him dropped to that level in his armor. Without armor he's still a low-end intermediate, and with it he'd become a high-end intermediate. That way I have room to implement my plan to upgrade him to full on high-tier later on if I want to slug it out with the big kids. :)
So I got it right? Awesome. :)
Now that I've been here a bit and seen what most high-tier characters are capable of, I'm starting to doubt that Arty's armor actually puts him in that same class. Anyone want to weigh in on whether his armor could be reconsidered for high-level intermediate (similar to clockwork man)? The fact that General Freedom is also Intermediate REALLY makes me wonder...
Just in case anyone's curious, I based my assumptions about nether and aether in that last post on them being alternate terms for Skallagrim's description of galdhr and seidhr. Which would be why Arty can't sense undead, because they'd be powered by galdhr (nether) while he's powered by seidhr (aether).
I'm also assuming that we're two floors below the Mystan elder (I think that's where Melon put us...) and that it's just undead guards on the next floor up. And that the elder isn't directly above us, since twenty meters is about sixty five feet.
I'm also assuming that we're two floors below the Mystan elder (I think that's where Melon put us...) and that it's just undead guards on the next floor up. And that the elder isn't directly above us, since twenty meters is about sixty five feet.
Heh. Paralyzed with fear. An interesting notion... If Arty had been capable of actually feeling fear that is. No, he was not the sort to shy away from or become crippled by odds that were stacked against him. In fact, he relished the challenge. It made him look all the more badass when he beat those odds to a bloody pulp. In truth though, he seriously doubted the odds were against him this time. From what he'd seen on the ground, the soldiers manning this tower were little different from the government flunkies he'd taken on in droves back home.
So it was with mild shock (which for Arty generally means a mental "huh, that's odd" before going on about his business) that he burst into the hallway behind his companion to find five beings who he hadn't been able to sense before entering (assuming they're undead, as is implied in Khan's post). Or after entering, for that matter. There they stood in full combat regalia before him, well, three of them still stood, the other two were crumpling to the floor in a heap, and he couldn't feel a single electrical impulse in their entire bodies. Not living, and not robots either. Huh. He'd never killed a zombie before.
"...first time for everything!" He didn't even notice the gas as he sprang into action, thanks to the filters in his flat black mask, and the air crackled with electrical potential as he leapt forward, meeting the blade of the nearest guard with his own. They snapped and hissed on contact with one another, sparks flying into the faces of both combatants as nether-powered blade struggled against aether-powered blade, then the blades parted only to re-engage once more. God this guy was slow. Three rapid exchanges of blows later and a second zombie guard joined the fray, so Arty quit toying with them and erupted in a burst of motion so fast any human observer would only see a blur of motion one moment, then the heads of the two guards dropping to the floor the next. Along with their hands severed at the wrists, their arms severed at the elbows and shoulders, their legs severed at the hips and knees, and their feet severed at the ankles (though those weren't dropping to the floor so much as just... uh, staying there).
"Booyah. Walk away from that one, you undead freaks."
Good thing their armor wasn't enough to stop his energized blade, otherwise he might have had to get creative. He spun to face the third guard he knew was there even before the assorted pieces of the two he'd just dispatched reached the ground, though found that his ally had already taken care of that particular threat.
"So... Where to now? I can feel a couple people about twenty meters up, but that's all I can feel. These goons..." He kicked one of the motionless corpses. "...don't seem to run on electricity."
So it was with mild shock (which for Arty generally means a mental "huh, that's odd" before going on about his business) that he burst into the hallway behind his companion to find five beings who he hadn't been able to sense before entering (assuming they're undead, as is implied in Khan's post). Or after entering, for that matter. There they stood in full combat regalia before him, well, three of them still stood, the other two were crumpling to the floor in a heap, and he couldn't feel a single electrical impulse in their entire bodies. Not living, and not robots either. Huh. He'd never killed a zombie before.
"...first time for everything!" He didn't even notice the gas as he sprang into action, thanks to the filters in his flat black mask, and the air crackled with electrical potential as he leapt forward, meeting the blade of the nearest guard with his own. They snapped and hissed on contact with one another, sparks flying into the faces of both combatants as nether-powered blade struggled against aether-powered blade, then the blades parted only to re-engage once more. God this guy was slow. Three rapid exchanges of blows later and a second zombie guard joined the fray, so Arty quit toying with them and erupted in a burst of motion so fast any human observer would only see a blur of motion one moment, then the heads of the two guards dropping to the floor the next. Along with their hands severed at the wrists, their arms severed at the elbows and shoulders, their legs severed at the hips and knees, and their feet severed at the ankles (though those weren't dropping to the floor so much as just... uh, staying there).
"Booyah. Walk away from that one, you undead freaks."
Good thing their armor wasn't enough to stop his energized blade, otherwise he might have had to get creative. He spun to face the third guard he knew was there even before the assorted pieces of the two he'd just dispatched reached the ground, though found that his ally had already taken care of that particular threat.
"So... Where to now? I can feel a couple people about twenty meters up, but that's all I can feel. These goons..." He kicked one of the motionless corpses. "...don't seem to run on electricity."
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