Skallagrim

TEA: Mountain Base

Vordak be careful, this post is very much modding your opponents attack. You can suggest that the blade should not make it through the rock, but you cannot definitely say that it didn’t make it through the rock.

However, perhaps unbeknowst to Sol, his sword wouldn't cut through the boulder in just one stroke. Adding sawblades, no matter how miniature, was a foolish decision: both creating great amounts of friction and jerking the blade around, they would rapidly dissapate all of the blade's kinetic energy and bring it to a screeching halt, leaving his weapon stuck.This could be a good opportunity to strike, but Ido had nowhere to hurry - the chances he would actualy hit Sol were too low to bother. Instead, he concentrated on increasing his supplies of Kzich, gathering all of it into one large sphere again.

It could be written this way
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Sol’s attack of the rock was incredible, the sheer force of blade striking the rock created a horrible wail as the metal bit deep. Ido was curious, as the size and density of the rock should make a bisecting attack nearly impossible, however if the human was able to do so, because of the effort required to cut through the rock, Ido might have a chance to attack while the blade and human wielding it were in an awkward position.

The Worth of a Man

I told you its fine, post when you can. No worries.

The Worth of a Man

The dwarf made a move, finishing putting the rings in their requisite places. However the blue clad hero of Earth was not idle, he had seen and fought too many megalomaniacal villains in his day and this alien, though drunk, seemingly fell into that category.

Whilst the stout creature was pushing the rings from head and chest towards his feet, abet a short journey, the pulsating energy surrounding General Freedom intensified into a veritable shimmer.

As Steve watched, wary he clenched both fists and spread his feet apart slightly, clearly these rings were important to the alien. What had he said a scant few seconds ago?

"Third. What I'm doing with these rings is preparing myself. I've already told you what the rings do, so I'm moving them to better prepare myself. That's what I'm doing." The Pundambayan pointed down at the rings that were now on his feet. "I've got to move them around to make sure that I move as fast, and hit as hard as possible. Magic is funny like that."

Clearly the dwarf intended to carry this fight on to its conclusion. Well, it was best to end this before it started, before anyone was hurt. As the chatty-Cathy dwarf took a step forward, beginning another monologue, General Freedom clapped his hands together, generating a tremendous ripple in the air as the air itself was rend by the force of the clap. This ripple flowed away from the hero in a conical path, directed at the dwarf.

Whether or not the dwarf could withstand the pressure was something that remained to be seen, at the point of impact the clap generated a gust of wind that reached 110 miles per hour at point of impact of the palms, followed by a rumble of thunder as the air ripped because of the immense speed of the hands clapping together. Much like a bullwhip creates a sonic boom, so did the hands of Earth’s blue clad hero.

If the alien could weather the thunderclap so be it, hopefully though it would give the alien warning as to not continue this pursuit. There were a few definitive facts that General Freedom already had about this alien. He required the rings to give him power enough to face the hero, and he was incapable of flight. Elements that might come in handy if this fight were to escalate beyond this.

TEA: Mountain Base

It was a little convoluted, but we could discern what your actions are so it wasn't so bad.

TEA: Mountain Base

Grunting JT hefted his rifle as a large boulder flew across the field from the far side stopping short of the gladiator. The size and shape of the boulder was such that JT was unable to see effectively behind it, or for that matter around it in a manner that could be considered meaningful.

Well it had started then, and he was still unsure of who the black hat was. They could both be asses; it would be a matter of degrees at this point. Or they could both be shining examples of their respective people’s ideal warriors. That was the problem with free for all arena type combats, and how the hell did he get involved in this anyway? It didn’t really matter though, he was here and he had two combatants, well three but the other kitty was seemingly on the ground.

JT was in a good position, the pillar and low wall provided cover, but the problem is it gave him no accurate field of fire. Then the gladiator ran forward and cut the rock in half. “Holy moly…”

It was certainly impressive, which is why the best course of action would be to stay at range, while magic types like to believe themselves invulnerable, a couple of rounds to the chest ended that conversation easily. Lifting his rifle again he sighted it on the back of the human’s head,“Yeah bud if I wanted you dead you’d be dead. Fortunately for you I don’t” JT whispered as he moved the rifle a few millimeters past him and began seeking the large nasty cat thingy.

“Here kitty, kitty...!” JT murmured as he scanned the area where the large rock, now cut in twain was.

Holding the rifle with his right hand, the butt pressed tight against his shoulder, he used his left hand to fish for a grenade from his haversack. Grabbing one he pulled it smoothly out, laying it on the wall before him. It was best to be prepared for anything. Speaking of which he shifted his shoulders slightly allowing the sling the shotgun was attached to billow slightly so if he had to he could swing it around and into action smoothly.

The translucent ectoplasm encased JT as he waited to see who he was going to drop, one of these kids was gonna get spanked and depending on what happened then would dictate who JT shot.

The Everlasting Arena: Character Deposit

Tharraleos Polemistis said
Firstly, I apologize about the length assuming it's an issue. Having the character for nearly two years has allowed me to maximize his profile. Now, to answer your questions in order.As it stands, Pride Empowerment is the source of his power to put it simply. After such a long time with the power, he has pretty much allowed it to consume it and pretty much relies on it, pridefully of course.I'm happy to hear his array of powers is acceptable. I was contemplating removing all but the Pride Empowerment for the sake of simplicity, but I'm glad to know that may not be the case.Finally, for his weapon. Inspired by the similarly shaped weapon from the Dynasty Warriors games (where I see you got those pictures from the wiki), Tharraleos' takes more inspiration from the latter. Specifically, it looks like this

Pfft if you didn't have a character sheet of such length after a few years of constant play I'd be worried. Skallagrim my main character since, well forever, is a long sheet and this doesn't even fully account for the history of his fights and the wars he has been engaged in on a number of sites. I would say break up the blocks into chunks with a line or two between each block so it is easier to digest.

Dungeon Crawl (Player vs Dungeon Master)

I've done something similar to this. It can be quite fun.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Well I am in a shooting match with Vor at the moment as well as trying to not get killed by Eklispe otherwise I'll be your huckleberry.

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

Lol. Alright I will give you the chrome although not the best reflective surface, it can reflect light. You still ignored the fact that the reflection will be diffused by the weather event in the car causing the surfaces to be wet and the constant fog from you meeting the heat from me causing rain which refracts not reflects..

T-1 PC Multi challenge (me vs 2-4)

The assassin had struck at the same moment another human had come upon them, however the reaction was not what Skallagrim had expected. Indeed it was the opposite and he seemed eager to engage the mud child in combat as well. It was abundantly clear that the Dreamers would have to spend time in slumber to examine and understand them.

The cold that had filled the cars seemingly came from the mud child and it was being countered by the heat emanated by the Dreamer. The effects self-evident in the car as a continuing tumultuous weather pattern roiled and whipped around the car. Rain fell in areas, gusts of wind blew intermittently around the car ruffling the curtains and blowing pages of the newspapers left behind by previous passengers.

The sudden appearance of three simulacrum of the mud child gave the Dreamer pause as he tried to piece together how it had happened. There had been a discharge of energy then they had appeared. This would require the Dreamer pay closer attention as the mud child as was more than he appeared. He was indeed more than a simple golem; this child had some small scale of power.

The three simulacrums seemingly stood stationary where they were summoned although one appeared to stare at the Dreamer who adjusted his energies and met the creatures gaze, studying the energy that issued from it. The Dreamer made a mental note that the original mud child had not moved from his position, other than turn aside from the incredibly fast staff that the assassin wielded with deadly skill. Skallagrim processed and recorded the energy filling the room. It appeared the simulacrum was attempting some sort of manipulation through optical senses to affect a cerebral cortex. Interesting, the mud child had some sort of power to affect a biological mind.

All the while the Dreamer studied the situation a subtle thrum of aesr energies continued to flow from the skeletal entity. Adjusting his hand so that it gripped the hilt of his sword, Skallagrim allowed his forefinger to tap the guard in a rhythmic manner. His left hand grasping the dagger, slowly pulling it forth, however with the storm pattern and the seat he stood behind it would be a move that would be virtually impossible to detect.

“It seems that we have another combatant. Feel free to engage the mud child if you wish.” After a brief pause, he continued, “I think that this may be more difficult that you surmise Assassin, your breakfast may be delayed.”