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Post by Redeemer on Jan 2, 2006 16:19:14 GMT -5
(Acually no i wouldnt, because Lieutinent is as Much the Emperor as i am and she would not allow me to do even if i wanted to. But why would you think i would want to make it harder for Matthus i have no idea.Oh well.And no nothing i have done has twisted Star Wars reality, i am merely using a Version of Matthus from a SWRPGA i do. One with real numbers and such, everything is fair.)
Matthus walked away (No stomping like a child he is quite a few hundred years old thank you.) Matthus held his hand into a fist and let electricity lick off of it. "Why does that fool continue to think am a weak idiot.If i pleased the Colonel would be no chalenge at all. His new form of the Force is no match for my Mastery of the darkside.As he was about to yell in his anger Matthus heard another call the General and Colonel. As he turned and went to listen he laughed.
He may be more powerful than ether of the two(IC thought, dont know what would really happen yet) but this man didnt know what he was asking for in saying that.Matthus walked and listened to the mans points. It did seem a little childlike, but there had to be a reason.Matthus felt a sense of control like the Jedi from this man. He also sensed the anger of the General now. Was he that angering just in sight and voice.
Matthus smirked and stayed listening.
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Jan 3, 2006 4:51:17 GMT -5
"Yeah, i always wondered about that. Is it just me or is something out of place here?" He asked the giant who had just walked over and joined the conversation, ignoring Grevious completely. What the hell is this? everywhere i turn i see another ...thing. that is just not.......well, that are not human, why did the emperor send ME here? any of these guys could rip me apart. Was the thought in his mind. He didn't trust this 'Emperor' or any of the others, years of war had taught him that much.
"So, what's your story?" He asked the giant, deciding that he needed to know more if he was to survive any longer. And thanks to the general i'm unarmed......great.
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Post by econdha on Jan 3, 2006 7:15:43 GMT -5
By now the entire room was watching the metallic creature deal with those invading it's privacy. Jasha glanced across the table at Alexander, who seemed content to do nothing. She stood and went to the wounded man.
"Let me help you." She drew his attention away from the giant she recognized as her next opponent. "I learned long ago, it it wiser not to engage large metal clad beings at close range. It is a lesson you could do with. Do you accept healing?"
She gestured towards the pathetic excuse for a bandage around his neck. Why did the medically untrained think all that was needed was something to absorb the blood. That would only create a septic mess in a short time. "That wound is deep and you're going to bleed to death if you just leave it. That will throw off the count for the next round."
She knew better than to touch strangers without their permission. It seemed especially key here, where she couldn't nessecarily overpower anyone who tried to attack her. Everyone here was an unknown.
She looked up at the taller, apparently normal human. She had been shocked that out of all the creatures who had arrived at the gates, 3/4 of those left standing were human. Calling the giant and that Quan Chi creature human might be a bite of a stretch, but their physiology was essentially human.
Some might be inclined to class the thing with the blades and the tail nearly human. Just because it walked on two legs didn't mean it was a man. It had started out that way, Jasha could tell. But so did greymen, and by the time the Chosen were done with them, there was no humanity left. Whoever had transformed this monster had done an admirable job.
"It is a large palace, perhaps there are other places to be than bothering the other competetors." She placed her hand calmly on her dagger. It wouldn't hurt to be prepared if they decided more violence was in order. Across the room she saw Alexander rise from the table. "You will face one another soon enough in the arena."
Jasha waited, to make sure the 3 (Vautren, Matt and Malus) were ready to leave. Turning to the two cyborgs she bowed politely. Looking up into the eyes of the tailed 'greyman' she spoke. "Your commitment is truely deserving of respect. Real loyalty is a rare trait."
OOC: Alright guys before this DOES become violent, lets leave the General and the Colonel alone. I don't want the Emperor to have to start handing out ass whuppings. If you guys want to interact, interact with the people who haven't expressed a desire to be alone. There's at least 4 of us active on this RP. Stop mobbing the big boys.
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Post by Setg on Jan 3, 2006 7:49:44 GMT -5
(OOC) hey lt what are we doing know - red never let us know. Do we post a fight each and you/he decides?
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Post by Karat'Ka on Jan 3, 2006 9:36:27 GMT -5
"Give me a moment." Vautren murmured to Malus.
With the departure of the 'conspirators', he reached up and slowly removed his full-face helmet. The face underneath was human, massively built with chiselled features. Beneath close-cropped black hair, a series of black studs ran from Vautren's left temple to the centre of his forehead, while his right cheek sported a tattoo of an ornate double-headed eagle. He regarded Malus and Jasha for a moment, forcing himself to ignore the scratching at the edge of his senses that accompanied the female. Fighting was not an option for the moment; perhaps he could gather some useful information. Reflexively, he touched the small case on his belt that held his personal copy of the Liber Daemonica. Knowledge was a powerful weapon and wrong assumptions often lead to death.
He nodded to Jasha Ninewinds.
"You are welcome to listen. I have nothing to hide."
(I'm assuming Vautren speaks while Jasha does her healing thing)
"I am a soldier, like you. I come from a realm where the domain of Man spans the galaxy, but the price of our survival is constant war. Our realm is held together by the will and benevolence of the God-Emperor. I am a Space Marine, created to defend the Imperium against those foes which ordinary men cannot face. My particular order exists to combat supernatural foes such as we now face."
Noticing the expression on Malus' face, he paused for a moment.
"Of course, you will assume that this is simple emperor-worship such as primitive cultures practice. Rest assured that this is not the case. The Emperor of Man has endured for tens of thousands of years; starships may navigate the galaxy by the light of his soul, as ships at sea navigate by the sun."
Vautren looked down, frowning.
"My presence here was apparently requested by an old enemy - a daemon of war we thought banished and broken. A Bloodthirster's idea of a compliment, perhaps, but one I do not care for."
Then, he smiled.
"The greatest failing of daemons is always to underestimate what humanity is capable of. Especially ordinary humans such as you. There, perhaps that tells you something of my story. I would know yours"
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Post by Redeemer on Jan 3, 2006 17:38:07 GMT -5
(OOC) hey lt what are we doing know - red never let us know. Do we post a fight each and you/he decides? Just free play it for now bud, ill have to talk with Lieutenant
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Post by econdha on Jan 4, 2006 4:01:37 GMT -5
"In my world we also fight a never ending battle. It is not humans against...Daemons, as you say. It is the servants of Light and the servants of Shadow. I myself employ many creatures similar to those we've seen here. I also employ many humans in the service of the Shadow." It may have been her imagination, but she sensed that had been the wrong thing to say. "Our battle, though, is for balance. Light and Shadow, one cannot exist without the other."
Of course it was so much more complicated than that. The Shadow was veiwed almost world wide as evil. This was only because they were in the minority. In Jasha's opinion, the creator was a far harsher taskmaster than Shaitan. If the forces of Light had been as heavily outnumbered as Jasha's forces currently were, they too would stoop to crossbows from hiding and knives in the dark. And call themselves heros for it.
The vast majority of the populace didn't even care who ruled them. So long as the rain fell and the crops grew, what did it matter? It was the constant warring that made life difficult all the way around. She told Vautren this.
"'We old warriors, who cannot let old battles be done. We are the ones who put hatreds in our sons' hearts and swords in their hands.' That is a passage from one of the last songs to come from Shara before they closed their borders to outsiders." She smiled in appreciation for the irony. "But I digress. What, may I ask is a starship?"
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Post by Karat'Ka on Jan 4, 2006 4:59:54 GMT -5
Vautren nodded, his face carefully neutral - this was not a time for preaching. Ninewinds' philosophy seemed to mirror what he knew of pre-Imperial cultures from the distant past. Perhaps it was a luxury afforded by a world less in the thrall of Chaos than his own.
"It would be a welcome to have an enemy that was purely Human - then, we might hope for victory rather than survival. In answer to your question, though..."
He paused. Ninewinds was a sorceror, so perhaps that gave him terms he could use.
"A starship is a vessel capable of travelling between worlds, across the empty voids that separate them. What appear as stars from one world are the suns of another - hence the name. To do so, a ship must leave physical reality and enter the empyrean - the realm of the spirit, from which both souls and magic are also drawn. When I generated my 'hammerhand' in combat earlier, it was this otherworld that I drew power from."
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Post by The General on Jan 4, 2006 18:43:46 GMT -5
((Oh hell, I certainly read that one wrong. Sorry about that...heh...I thought you had a gun, not missed having a gun...yeah...oh and this would be a lot easier if a certain Colonel by the name of Kroenen would post....))
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Jan 5, 2006 4:00:37 GMT -5
((Heh, i know ALL about warhammer 40k))
"Any chance to live longer is fine by me." He said, turning to the space marine and nodding.
"My story? Well, things were going just fine on good old earth, when a terrorisr group-you do know what a terrorist is?- destroyed one of the biggest buildings we have, killing hundreds of inncoents in the process. So we declared war on them, a war that i have fought in for many years, a war we are losing, one day, i was fighting, the next i am the only survivor of a ambush, and the next, i'm here, i'm still trying to figure out what happened." He said.
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Post by Col. Kroenen (retired) on Jan 5, 2006 9:06:37 GMT -5
((Oh hell, I certainly read that one wrong. Sorry about that...heh...I thought you had a gun, not missed having a gun...yeah...oh and this would be a lot easier if a certain Colonel by the name of Kroenen would post....)) Well SOOORRY! Im on like four forums, eight rpgs, working on two forums, admining three forums, making a website, editting pictures for my website, getting pictures from hound to put on my website, talking to you about this shit, dealing with person manners, working, trying to contact a friend who went to jail, trying to own n00bs in video games, finding a decent pair of socks, looking for a new hat, catching up on my reading, cleaning out my guns, resharping the edges of my knives, trying to play some games that ive had for months but still even opened (I got carried away and bought like every new game and cool looking game I saw, including: GUN, Shadow the Hedgehog, Mario Party 7, Resident Evil 4, Battlefield 2, Soccom 3, Killzone, Giest, Terminator 3: The Redemption, and Indigo Prophecy. Ive played like four of them so far, but only finished GUN, which I still wish to play over again, because I havent REALLY finished it because I cant beat the final fucking boss, that stupid fat bastard in armour! Fuck you, you fat one-eyed greedy fucker! So, I WILL get a reply to this when I have the fucking time. I dont even have time to be explaining this, but it had to be done. Besides, you know me, I cant put dont simple one-liners, I gots to have it big. I know, it pisses me off too.
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Post by Setg on Jan 5, 2006 10:16:11 GMT -5
((OOC you should play Res 4 - it will ruin your life but in a good way. Tuck that shotgun under a Ganado's chin and sigh with pleasure as their head dissapers in an explosion of gore and blood. Sheer bliss. And Killzone just for being the greatest FPS on PS2. No, really.))
The gong sounded, and Wolven started forward. At the same instance Kaiser raised himself to his feet, almost as fast as Wolven could move. Wolvcen darted forward, his claws aimed in an upward strike to knock his opponent off balance. the strike was parried by Kaiser, and the staff swung around with the momentum, the sharpened metal edges grazing Wolvens shoulder. First blood to Kaiser it seemed. Wolven snarled in anger, and stepped back, watching his opponent. Kaiser circled his opponent, his staff held strong. Wolven leapt at Kaiser, as he had at the doors earlier. Kaiser swiftly dodged the attack, but Wolven's claws made contact with flesh, and a faint trio of red slashes showed on Kaisers upper thigh. Wolven smiled inside, the blood heightening his thirst and his desire for the win. He flew at Kaiser in a blurred movement of fur and claws.slashing and calwing at his opponent. Kaiser expertly blocked all but one, and as Wolvens claw dug into his side, he spun his staff round and planted it square into Wolven's chest, knocking the wolf backwards. He rose to all fours, and the sound of his own blood dripping slowly to the floor drew his gaze to the gouge on his chest where the staff made impact.
This is all i'm going to post for know - i don't know if Linamar wants to post anything else- i wanted to keep the fight fairly equal until we know whats happening. (Linamar just keep it going like this if you want, so far Wolven is being cautious but his control over his beast inside is wearing down...)
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Post by Karat'Ka on Jan 5, 2006 12:41:06 GMT -5
((Heh, i know ALL about warhammer 40k)) OOC: I'd guessed as much from your character being named after a possessed Dark Elf. So, what do Zoats eat and what is a Catachan Devil's large claw called?
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Post by econdha on Jan 5, 2006 14:05:42 GMT -5
((Heh, i know ALL about warhammer 40k)) "Any chance to live longer is fine by me." He said, turning to the space marine and nodding. "My story? Well, things were going just fine on good old earth, when a terrorisr group-you do know what a terrorist is?- destroyed one of the biggest buildings we have, killing hundreds of inncoents in the process. So we declared war on them, a war that i have fought in for many years, a war we are losing, one day, i was fighting, the next i am the only survivor of a ambush, and the next, i'm here, i'm still trying to figure out what happened." He said. WTP?
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Post by 0darkblade0 on Jan 10, 2006 20:39:09 GMT -5
((i was talking to da space marine))
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Post by econdha on Jan 17, 2006 8:27:42 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, setg and Linamar are WAY too slow. The rest of you are free to pursue your battles if you're still at all interested.
In no particular order. Lets just get this done and over with.
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Post by Setg on Jan 17, 2006 11:54:28 GMT -5
(ooc - i'm waiting for linamar - he hasn't posted since December! - I can just go ahead and kill his character if you like....) I apologise if i should have moved this along quicker but this is my first Rp and i'm not sure on the whole fighting etiquette. Plus red told us to keep as we were until further notice.
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Post by linamar on Jan 19, 2006 0:40:39 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry I haven't been keeping up with the posting. I was under the assumption I would have heard something about who won the fight between me and Wolven, and I've been a bit busy with work and stuff to worry about posting in the interim. My apologies, everyone.
Alexander blinked the dust from his eyes as he followed Wolven's bulky form as it circled him. He was crouched low, staff held at the ready, poised to spring away at the sign of an all out rush.
This fight had seemed to stretch out over weeks, the two combatants knowing the other held the making of their doom, neither one willing to give up ground, but hesitant to risk their own. Someone needed to make a move.
The muscles in Wolven's legs bunched, and he sprang at Alexander. The hardened warrior moved faster than he had before, but it was still not enough. Wolven's sharp teeth ripped a bloody chunk from his left leg, buckling his knee. Faster than thought, of its own volition, Alexander's arm moved, carrying the bladed staff with it. As his opponent started to bound away, the spikes ripped across Wolven's sides, matting the fur with blood.
As he stood to his feet, Alexander wiped the blood coalescing near his heel, where Wolven's low attack had wounded him. He also noticed that in his repriesal, his knee had been scraped open by the harsh rock of the arena floor, from when he twisted to follow Wolven's form. He ignored the pain throbbing from his leg. There would be time to heal when his enemy was dead.
OOC: Wolven, if we're continuing this fight, Alexander stays pretty much the same. He's going to fight conservatively.
Admins, how far do we need to carry this? All the way to the end? Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Everyone: I am sorry about how little I post in between my fight scenes. i will make a better effort towards this in the future. if my character lives, of course.
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Post by Karat'Ka on Jan 19, 2006 1:52:33 GMT -5
In another section of the arena, the second bout began.
The combatants could hardly have appeared more different; on one side, the slight, agile and elegant Jasha Ninewinds, and on the other the hulking, armoured form of Tiberius Vautren.
Facing off against his foe, Vautren began a battle-prayer, focussing his powers into his defensive wards.
"I am the hammer. I am the point of His spear. I am the mail about His fist..."
Without his bolt gun, he could achieve nothing at range, whereas he had to assume that Ninewinds could use sorcery. Despite the bulk of his armour, its artificial muscles and his own enhancements allowed him to run with superhuman speed and endurance. So, bringing his sword up, he began to sprint across the dead ground between them.
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Post by Setg on Jan 23, 2006 12:54:02 GMT -5
Wolven closed his eyes for a second and inhaled, the sharp copper scent of his opponents blood mingling with his own, and with the dusty rock flowing through his nostrils like an enchanting scent on a woman. He opened his eyes and felt them tinge red. His lips curled into the closest thing to a twisted smile as they could manage. His opponent was tiring, bleeding from several wounds, and weakening.
Wolven decided the time to end the battle was now. He charged straight at Linamar, aiming high for his opponents throat. As he neared his enemy, and Linamar started to move into the move to deflect the blow, Wolven changed angle in the blink of an eye, and aimed low, at the injured warriors legs, where he scented that most of the blood seemed to be coming from. Linamar adjusted the staff in suprise but too late, Wolvens claws making contact with Linamar's right ankle and taking him completely off balance, the staff hitting Wolven hard enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood. Wolven turned instantly, and watched as his opponent tried to rise, the pain obvious on his face. ((ooc sorry if this is too much Lin but i don't know what we're supposed to do. I've left some time left for you to counter back if i'm going to die, but we need to know whats happening - i'll PM lieutenant to try and find out))
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