thewizardguy

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

Sular scoffed at the foolish volley. He had trained his whole life as an archer, and to see these fools forget the range of their weapons was almost embarrassing. These were not warriors, they were frightened sheep, awaiting a slaughter. But, while the lack of skill on his allies' side would otherwise have worried him greatly, it was the tactics the enemy employed that worried him far more. As a noble, he had studied many forms of war, over planes of lands, in forests, and against a variety of enemies. It was his duty to be able to command those of lower ranking than him should his home come under attack, as well as to be an exemplary warrior himself. And this situation just wasn't right.

Without a thought, he abandoned the post that he had been told to hold. The sergeant, while technically of higher rank, was nothing but a peasant of low birth. Following only the mindless drivel spouted by the fool in the back, who hid behind this wall of sheep. Instead, he made his way over to the side of Trinton Ironspike, using his length and natural grace to swiftly work his way through the crowd. After all, the old veteran seemed to be the only truly competent leader of the whole lot, and Sular would need the aid of someone with a degree of both power and intelligence in order to conduct his thoughts.

"The barbarians have seen our offense, and yet they move forward. And yet, they have brought no siege equipment nor ladders to scale the walls. There's no way this grou could take the castle, even with an army of sheep on it's walls. And yet, their movements are unified, and so many have gathered together. They have a strong leader, but he doesn't wish to take this castle with that group, any fool could tell that." Even as he spoke, Sular's mind was racing through the possibilities. He wished he was facing a group of foes he had had the time to study, for he knew his enemy plotted somehing. Could it be the real strike force would come from a different direction? Or perhaps they were relying on some as of yet unseen element to breach the walls.

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A massive palace, built from solid grey steel, stretched out before Blackjack. He had not seen anything to match this other than in the Over- and Underworld, where angels and demons alike had created massive machines of war. However, this dwarfed even the greatest of such works, besides perhaps the Pillar of Balance, upon which all of creation rested. Or at least, it had done so in his world. Much closer, however, was an assortment of odd figures, vastly different from anthing he had come to expect of demons or angels, and none of them looked like the normal folk of the villages. However, he HAD entered a new world, after all.

Walking forward, he decided to speak in general. He didn't know if any of these people was 'in charge' although it seemed unlikely, and he realized that some groups had quite delicate social ettiquette. While he strived to achieve all things, perhaps making a social faux par might not be the smartest of moves. "Hello. It seems I've reached a new world. Where is this place, and who lives within this palace?"

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Triumphant, Blackjack stood over the corpse of the Black Prince. He had battled his way through Hell itself to kill the Black King and fulfill the destiny he had been given when he was born unto this world. Around him, thousands of demons lay, slain by his own hand. He had defeated the Gatekeeper, and tricked the Keymaster, and hitched a ride across the Sea of Flames. And now, at the end of his journey, when he had done all that need be done, he had expected to feel more fulfilled.

His entire life had revolved around defeating the Black Prince. It had not been a gesture of kindness, nor a heroic quest, it had simply been what he had been born to do. He had practically fallen from the sky, anointed in the blood of kings, it could not have been clearer that he was the chosen messiah. From the moment he had entered this world, all he had strived for was to fllfill that purpose, to complete his destiny, and in teh depths of his heart he had secretly hoped that, in doing so, he would learn just where he had come from. However, even now, the answer to that question was lost on him, and he felt no more fulfilled, no more complete, than he had at the start of his quest.

However, in his moment of cluelessness, he felt a light. Before he had died, the Black Prince had told him of other worlds, a plan to rule all of creation. Other beings as strong and stronger than he was, great battles with magics the young messiah couldn't even imagine. He might have fulfilled his part in this world, but many tales remained unwritten, and, perhaps, the answer to his own tale could be found somewhere among those infinite clashing universes. He would walk them, and he would achieve every goal. He would topple every empire, earn every prize, perform every sin, and kill every God, until he had found his destiny.

Holding up the head of the Black Prince, taken from his body as a trophy, the acidic blood still leaking from the stump, Blackjack commanded the gates to this adventure to open for him. He was the messiah, and this was his destiny. And as the fanged mouth opened, the fabric of reality itself warped. A gate, marked in demonic runes and built from the bones of angels, opened before him. Blood leaked from the skull perched atop it, the bound souls screaming with agony as they were used to hold open this portal. Stepping through, Blackjack would become a part of the infinite mass battles of the Star Wars universe, where he would strive to overthrow the republic for no reason other than to defeat the Jedi and Sith alike. He would attempt to learn to master the force, even while facing off against the mind-boggling technology of the Republic and tempted into deals by the remaining Sith.

Of course, sometimes, the universe has a funny sense of humor.

Instead of arriving at his destination, when Blackjack stepped from the portal, he stood in the planes of the Void, a world in between worlds. Forever he was locked away from the adventure he had sought. While oblivious to it, he had forged his own prison through his arrogance and foolish seeking. Looking around, he imediately sought some task to perform, a new goal to latch onto. For in the end, the so-called Messiah was a hollow kind of person, desperately clinging to a goal to bring worth to his life.

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Derpestein said
...In X-Com, one of my Heavy troopers, Lieutenant Rune 'Crater' Popov, brother of Major Konstantin 'Dozer' Popov, was KIA.In memory of him, Major Popov will change his nickname to 'Meteor'R.I.P Crater Popov.(Reason I say this is because I think I'm going to put in Konstantin into the RP)

Ironman mode?

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This sounds a lot like HCL, another freeform, mega-crossover, sandbox rp I'm in, so I think I'll just jump in and do something. Let's see, who to use.....

Blackjack Pain, (real name Shane), a Kinetiscist who ended up here after defeating the Demon God known as the Black Prince. He carries the head of the Black Prince, and a part of it's soul, with him as a trophy.

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

Well, one cannot negate terrain advantages. If the northern lands are covered in forests, it's quite possible that the natives simply used their knowledge of the environment to prevent any attacking campaigns. The environment and terrain can absolutely decimate an army. A recent example would be Hitler's march on Russia, where his army was incapacitated by the Russian Winter, despite the russians having far inferior weapons and technology.

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

As the thundering of feet could be heard in the distance, Sular's eyes weren't on his enemy. They weren't close enough to form any kind of threat, outside the range of even the most powerful of bows. However, he took this time to assess those bowman that stood in ine besides him, manning the northern wall. Many used the Imperial Recurve Bow, a strong short-range bow. Easy to use, perfect for mass production and use in the army. He assessed their stance, their view, and judged which would keep their cool in a battle. While it is important to know one's enemy, first one must know one's allies. While many of these people had very little true experience in the fields of war, some seemed ready to face the incoming horde, and held themselves like true Warriors. He had no respect for the supposed leaders of these military groups, who hid behind their men like cowards, but he could recognize a veteran when he saw one, and by his best judgement, this man would keep at least some semblance of order.

What he also noticed, as he assessed those that would stand with him, was the crest of the Battle-Born. In the battle of Surilan River, one of the Battleborn had led the charge against Silto Esselam, Sular's uncle. Even throughout the Shas-La they had earned a reputation as fierce, fearless warriors, and among those who fought with the barbarians, they were one of the few whom Sular respected. As a warrior, he had to respect might and bravery when he witnessed it, and whenever he saw a Battle-Born, it was in the thick of battle, surrounded by the corpses of their enemies. It would be good to have such a skilled wariror on this battle, and Sular had no doubt that the mere presence of that crest would back the troop morale, such was the fame of the Battle-Born.

The enemy was out of bowshot yet, however, they had started to group. The movements of the river had forced them through a gape, and at the end of it, they would come within range of the bowmen. The hail of fire, no doubt, would cost many barbarians their lives. However, Sular was an archer of Hesh-Coril, the House of Snakes. From the day he was born he had been trained in the arts of the Greatbow, a weapon whoms range dwarfed that of lesser bows. Too shoot at the enemy when they were spread out among the trees would have been a waste of arrows, but they had already made themselves vulnerable.

Muscles coiled and tensed under the brown skin as Sular readied an arrow. It took all of the warrior's strength to pull back the string of the Greatbow, the arrow prepared for it almost resembling a short spear in length. It's point was not barbed, as other arrows used by the Shas-La were, but built to pierce heavy armor. As he fired the arrow into the masses in the distance, knowing that it would hit somebody within, he knew that arrow had enough force behind it to punch through a human, and come out the other side with enough force to inflict a lethal wound on the next foe. Not only did two or more barbarians fall to that arrow, but the effects of fear could never be underestimated, as an arrow would soar from impossibly long distances. While Sular alone could not replace a full Shas-Ui of Hesh-Coril Greatbowmen, he knew he could deal some damage.

He took another arrow from his quiver. Another barbarian would fall, before the battle had even begun.

Battle Stations! - Castle Rivergate

I actually really like the idea of beasts. Hmmm..... I hadn't thought about adding a supernatural element into this world, and I don't want to take it too far (this doesn't feel like a high fantasy setting to me), but I might add in some creatures that don't exist in our world, if there are no objections. I personally believe it would be awesome to see how people react to some creepy crawlies or something of the like.

My reboots

Damn, that be a lot of roleplays. Might join......

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Please don't let this die in my absence )=