Yeah, I figure the chances are pretty good, that I can win this against these hooligans.
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Would it be alright if I made a Gem that was part of a cult-of-sorts that had a slightly significant influence throughout the centuries, following a doctrine that essentially said- always be ready for Drakken invasion because they're assholes?
You know, that way the smaller-numbered, underarmed, undertrained armies of Gem might have a chance against the much larger, better armed, better trained, more magically-inclined Drakkens?
Would it be alright if I made a Gem that was part of a cult-of-sorts that had a slightly significant influence throughout the centuries, following a doctrine that essentially said- always be ready for Drakken invasion because they're assholes?
You know, that way the smaller-numbered, underarmed, undertrained armies of Gem might have a chance against the much larger, better armed, better trained, more magically-inclined Drakkens?
I just watched the Martian, so I've got science fiction on the mind. Mainly of Königreich being the first people to set foot on Mars sort of thing. :3
Aulfr chuckled at her denial- he actually showed emotion!- and watched her with a bemused expression as she furiously set herself to a new task, ignoring him. He waited a minute for her to do something else other than her very motivated cleaning, but eventually he gave up on seeing if she'll do something else, and returned to his original spot.
Sitting down across from her, he picked up a sword he hadn't used in about a year, and began polishing it. It was a beauty- given to him by one of his now-loyal Jarls when he raided an unfamiliar ship- supposedly called a khopesh. Either way, it was a unique sword, one that he didn't have anyone to teach him to properly use. Hence the reason why he never used it- it could certainly be a formidable weapon, but he didn't have the experience to wield it as well as any of his other weapons.
Finishing with the khopesh, he went on to several of his throwing knives, and then on to his last bow.
Finally finishing up almost all the weapons he had laid out, he set down the bow, and stood up. All throughout his oiling and whetting, he had been thinking, real deep-like in ways that he normally didn't. It was then, maybe an hour or three later, he had come to a decision- hence why he was standing. Without a pause, he stepped out from his chair, walked around the table to the focused Aleskandra, and stood right next to her.
He waited for her to glance up at him, and when she did, he leaned down and kissed her right back- somewhat more experienced, but not by much. Either way, he made sure he was gentle and caring, and put as much happy-feeling into it as possible- which was, for him, one of the most foreign things in the world. Then he straightened a little, looking down at her, and asked, "You were saying?"
Sitting down across from her, he picked up a sword he hadn't used in about a year, and began polishing it. It was a beauty- given to him by one of his now-loyal Jarls when he raided an unfamiliar ship- supposedly called a khopesh. Either way, it was a unique sword, one that he didn't have anyone to teach him to properly use. Hence the reason why he never used it- it could certainly be a formidable weapon, but he didn't have the experience to wield it as well as any of his other weapons.
Finishing with the khopesh, he went on to several of his throwing knives, and then on to his last bow.
Finally finishing up almost all the weapons he had laid out, he set down the bow, and stood up. All throughout his oiling and whetting, he had been thinking, real deep-like in ways that he normally didn't. It was then, maybe an hour or three later, he had come to a decision- hence why he was standing. Without a pause, he stepped out from his chair, walked around the table to the focused Aleskandra, and stood right next to her.
He waited for her to glance up at him, and when she did, he leaned down and kissed her right back- somewhat more experienced, but not by much. Either way, he made sure he was gentle and caring, and put as much happy-feeling into it as possible- which was, for him, one of the most foreign things in the world. Then he straightened a little, looking down at her, and asked, "You were saying?"
I've got a post about halfway finished right now. It's sizeable as-is, right now.
@PolkaDancer
It's energy.
Lightsabers are presumably "Hardlight" weapons, in that they form a beam of light in a way that makes them hard. That's probably in the way of a super thin beam that blows really brightly. As to how it's possible- it ain't. It's fiction. I doubt we could EVER create a lightsaber.
And blaster 'bullets' are, again, lasers. It takes an energy source and fires a beam of superheat. Real-life lasers are actually relatively-instantaneous beams of heat. That's all a laser is, and that's why lasers burn.
It's energy.
Lightsabers are presumably "Hardlight" weapons, in that they form a beam of light in a way that makes them hard. That's probably in the way of a super thin beam that blows really brightly. As to how it's possible- it ain't. It's fiction. I doubt we could EVER create a lightsaber.
And blaster 'bullets' are, again, lasers. It takes an energy source and fires a beam of superheat. Real-life lasers are actually relatively-instantaneous beams of heat. That's all a laser is, and that's why lasers burn.
...for dropping off the face of the earth. If I pissed some people off...
Anyhow, welcome back Theo!
I hope you get sucked back into the endless pit of Hell that is RPG community!
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