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Refer any questions to Rilla I will be offline a day or two. Those threads I am in I will attempt to post but dont hold me to that. I apologize for any delays.
Losing a fight isn't the end of your character so don't let fights devolve into epeen pissing contests.
The Lord General listened as LeeRoy spoke; "I'm a man of science. And you're a man of power. Knowledge is the path to power, General."
Narrowing his eyes as he pondered what the man had said, glancing a moment to Garal Vash, Grand Cardinal and advisor to the Seneschal, he tabbed off the communications as he spoke, “Garal Vash, you are my advisor. In my heart I know that I should destroy him, but the possibility that he may have blood of the Dreamers in him is something I cannot pass up.”
“General never have we come close enough to the Dreamers. Even the Fireen, who is also an immortal, does not possess the power to open gates between realities. If this man has knowledge, even knowledge locked away in his DNA we must not let the opportunity slip through our hands.”
Nodding the Lord General glanced at the screen again, his mind working furiously as he weighed the options before him, when Salandra Kur spoke.The petite Caladoran, huge green eyes and her vaguely feline features peering up at the General, “General, our science is vast and the depth of our knowledge is great, perhaps we can exchange information for an analysis of his blood. He claims to be a man of science…let us test that theory. May I speak to him?”
Dou’far Klaast frowned, pursing his lips, “Very well, you may address him.” Then he jabbed the communication button again.
Salandra Kur stepped up towards the screen, her slim form in the black and white body suit, and her tawny fur, with large green eyes peered at the man known as LeeRoy. A vague disturbing smile crossed her lips a moment before she spoke, “LeeRoy…I am Dr. Salandra Kur of the Imperial Science Academy. I heard you say you are a scientist. Let us talk as scientists, I would like to share our information with you in return I would like you to share your data logs of your travels with me. Perhaps there is something of import that you recorded, something that you would have dismissed as trivial.”
Dr. Kur looked at the Lord General, then inhaling deeply, allowing her pert but amble bosom to be accentuated, “I will guarantee your safety as long as you are on our ship, provided you do not attempt nefarious acts against this ship or the Empire.” She paused as Dou’Far Klaast growled audibly, “Do we have an accord?”
Narrowing his eyes as he pondered what the man had said, glancing a moment to Garal Vash, Grand Cardinal and advisor to the Seneschal, he tabbed off the communications as he spoke, “Garal Vash, you are my advisor. In my heart I know that I should destroy him, but the possibility that he may have blood of the Dreamers in him is something I cannot pass up.”
“General never have we come close enough to the Dreamers. Even the Fireen, who is also an immortal, does not possess the power to open gates between realities. If this man has knowledge, even knowledge locked away in his DNA we must not let the opportunity slip through our hands.”
Nodding the Lord General glanced at the screen again, his mind working furiously as he weighed the options before him, when Salandra Kur spoke.The petite Caladoran, huge green eyes and her vaguely feline features peering up at the General, “General, our science is vast and the depth of our knowledge is great, perhaps we can exchange information for an analysis of his blood. He claims to be a man of science…let us test that theory. May I speak to him?”
Dou’far Klaast frowned, pursing his lips, “Very well, you may address him.” Then he jabbed the communication button again.
Salandra Kur stepped up towards the screen, her slim form in the black and white body suit, and her tawny fur, with large green eyes peered at the man known as LeeRoy. A vague disturbing smile crossed her lips a moment before she spoke, “LeeRoy…I am Dr. Salandra Kur of the Imperial Science Academy. I heard you say you are a scientist. Let us talk as scientists, I would like to share our information with you in return I would like you to share your data logs of your travels with me. Perhaps there is something of import that you recorded, something that you would have dismissed as trivial.”
Dr. Kur looked at the Lord General, then inhaling deeply, allowing her pert but amble bosom to be accentuated, “I will guarantee your safety as long as you are on our ship, provided you do not attempt nefarious acts against this ship or the Empire.” She paused as Dou’Far Klaast growled audibly, “Do we have an accord?”
Yeah the fight between you two won't result in any insta kills I am afraid, it is gonna be a slug fest.
Appalled. General Freedom stared a moment, his voice measured, his emotions dampened to a grave frost, “You killed…murdered these people and then ask that this planet submit to your empire? Only the people of this world can answer that question, but I know one thing if you attack this world, you will have a fight on your hands.”
The shimmering blue ZPE energies that coated the muscled frame brightened, racing along the thick sinews of arms and legs, across the broad chest then focusing around massive fists. A simple display of light, for what he had in mind he didn't need the power of the ZPE.
“Alright bunky, you had your piece and my answer…” With that, one of the mightiest heroes of alternate earth brought his hands together in a tremendous clap, causing a concussive wave of energy to expand out and away from him.
Unsure of the exact nature of the aliens, General Freedom needed to buy time; hopefully the concussive force from his clap would stagger or even knock them down. After his explosive clap the blue and white clad hero, began pumping the ZPE that coursed through his body, he felt would need that power, and probably soon.
He had to get them away from the city, a fight between he and the invaders would cause a great deal of destruction, and they already have shown that human life means little to them. No this fight had to happen where the impact of their power would have little effect on people.
Launching himself backward General Freedom knew that the bubbled Fireen, that is what the blue guy had called him, a Fireen, most likely would be able to follow him with ease. That was fine; he was the jabroni that he wanted to get his hands on the most.
“Come on, you want some of America’s favorite son? Come get it.”
The shimmering blue ZPE energies that coated the muscled frame brightened, racing along the thick sinews of arms and legs, across the broad chest then focusing around massive fists. A simple display of light, for what he had in mind he didn't need the power of the ZPE.
“Alright bunky, you had your piece and my answer…” With that, one of the mightiest heroes of alternate earth brought his hands together in a tremendous clap, causing a concussive wave of energy to expand out and away from him.
Unsure of the exact nature of the aliens, General Freedom needed to buy time; hopefully the concussive force from his clap would stagger or even knock them down. After his explosive clap the blue and white clad hero, began pumping the ZPE that coursed through his body, he felt would need that power, and probably soon.
He had to get them away from the city, a fight between he and the invaders would cause a great deal of destruction, and they already have shown that human life means little to them. No this fight had to happen where the impact of their power would have little effect on people.
Launching himself backward General Freedom knew that the bubbled Fireen, that is what the blue guy had called him, a Fireen, most likely would be able to follow him with ease. That was fine; he was the jabroni that he wanted to get his hands on the most.
“Come on, you want some of America’s favorite son? Come get it.”
Leptons are chatty cathies, ever take one to dinner...sheesh won't shut up. Gluons are more refined...
I don't think he meant Quarks...no I am sure he meant Leptons
I am not sure why you are under the impression there are so many high tier characters. There are 4, two are mine for story purposes, one is Asuras again for story purposes although she is not someone you want to fight, and the other is Melon's who is both an Intermediate and High. And from what I gather will be more than willing to continue using as an intermediate character.
Done.
Death, the sweetest kiss, danced on the lips of Dynoz as he hurled forward astride the great wolf that served as his mount. The bellows of the great behemoths filled the forest, hearkening back to a time when such beast roamed the world freely, before the Overlord, before the age of the Elves.
A wicked cackle left his lips as he raced forward, his bone daggers trailing blood from a recently slain centaur, stabbed and slashed so much so that the human torso is nearly severed from the equine half.
Arriving on a small knoll, Dynoz obtained a positively magnificent view of the walled town, the fleeing humans, running helter-skelter, their shrieks and screams mingling and merging with the howls from the great beasts.
Rubbing the neck of his mount, Dynoz tittered at the thought of the pain the humans would suffer.
“Perhaps Hans, we shall feast on the flesh of a succulent human child tonight. How long has it been since I fed you a fat babe? I know my friend, much too long.”
Dynoz slipped off his wolf and with a grin that was frightening in its inhumanity, howled as his daggers flared on, one acid the other lighting. With a lazy hopping lope he jogged towards the town, a rhyme sung aloud as he came ever closer;
`I sent a message to the humans:
I told them “This is what I wish.”
The wretched humans of the town,
They sent an answer back to me.
The wretched humans answer was
“We cannot do it, Sir, because -
`I sent to them again to say
“It will be better to obey.”
The humans answered with a grin,
“Why, what a temper you are in!”
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
Now they all fall dead,
To the Elves they dread.
A wicked cackle left his lips as he raced forward, his bone daggers trailing blood from a recently slain centaur, stabbed and slashed so much so that the human torso is nearly severed from the equine half.
Arriving on a small knoll, Dynoz obtained a positively magnificent view of the walled town, the fleeing humans, running helter-skelter, their shrieks and screams mingling and merging with the howls from the great beasts.
Rubbing the neck of his mount, Dynoz tittered at the thought of the pain the humans would suffer.
“Perhaps Hans, we shall feast on the flesh of a succulent human child tonight. How long has it been since I fed you a fat babe? I know my friend, much too long.”
Dynoz slipped off his wolf and with a grin that was frightening in its inhumanity, howled as his daggers flared on, one acid the other lighting. With a lazy hopping lope he jogged towards the town, a rhyme sung aloud as he came ever closer;
I told them “This is what I wish.”
The wretched humans of the town,
They sent an answer back to me.
The wretched humans answer was
“We cannot do it, Sir, because -
`I sent to them again to say
“It will be better to obey.”
The humans answered with a grin,
“Why, what a temper you are in!”
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
Now they all fall dead,
To the Elves they dread.
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