"Strange then. Our meeting here is not coincidence then. As I was exploring a forgotten Endless temple when I ended up here." Mizn replied looking at the cabin. "Lets see if we can find the locals and that we didn't end up on a United Empire controlled world." the automon started to walk towards the cabin.
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To meta knight and Akuma hear the sound of various gears that powered Mizn locomotive function proceeding the automaton. Stepping into view Mizn scanned the cabin. Mizn quickly notice Meta Knight and swiftly made his way over to the knight. "Greetings organic I am currently lost on this planet and I can use direction as to were I am." The automaton asked in a monotone voice.
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With a whirl of gears the automaton know as Mizn Tan-Erbo came back online. After all of its subsystems came back online the automaton scanned the surrounding area. It quickly located a cabin Mizn deiced to head towards it hoping to find native inhabits.
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Name: Mizn Tan-Erbo
Nickname: none
Age: none
Gender: none
Powers/Skills: Mizn is infected by the dust a mystical substance left behind by a highly advance civilization called the Endless. By being infected can manipulate the dust allowing the automaton to create barriers, enhance its strength, create hostile dust swam to rip apart targets, and he can create simple constructs. An under extreme circumstance the automaton had can regenerate parts of its body. Mzin robotic body gives it enhance strength and a titanium alloy body gives it superhuman levels of endurance. Mizn body has a series of safeties built into its automaton body to limit power usage in combat. Mizn can disengages the safeties to increase Mizn power but with greater energy consumption and has a chance to burn out its power core. By disengaging all the safeties Mizn enters an overclock state. While in this state its gains a massive power boost to all its systems.
Mizn learn combat and basic survival training form its time in the academy. As well as verity of melee weapons to a proficient degree.
Weakness(es): The same Dust power it automaton body as well as its powers. Mizn cannot use too much Dust powers or it will kill the automaton. The automaton can refill the dust reverse by going into a sleep like state and using what Dust in its body to create more from the surrounding environment. Overdrive state greatly increase its energy consumption. Also with the large amount heat generated it weakens Mizn body making it more vulnerable to being damage. Mizn has difficulty understanding organic interaction making him somewhat easy to manipulate.
Species: Automaton: a race of sentient clockwork robots with a great love of nature.
Crush: none
From: Endless space
Appearance(s)
Pers: Mizn is a very calm individual. The automaton is a cold engine logical usually seeking out the most efficient courses of action. Mizn is quite inquisitive seeking out information were ever it can. The Automaton also carries a strong moral code that determiners its actions. It has a great fondness toward nature and will act to protect it. Mizn is very skeptical towards supernatural elements always believing there is a logical explanation for the supernatural.
Bio: Created on the desert planet Muzx a border world of the Automaton sovereignty. Mizn young life was spent mostly exploring the local caves but that change when it stumbled across an Endless artifact. Mizn accidentally activated the artifact, which turned out to be a Dust storage container he was expose to the large amount of Dust becoming Dust infected. Mizn was soon recruited to the shadowy organizing known as the “the Academy” to learn to control its new power. After working for the academy for several years Mizn left to return to the Automatons. Upon its return to the Automatons’ Mizn enlisted into the automaton military as an explorer.
Other(anything else we should know about you?): no
Where'd you end up?: A nice little cabin sitting all alone in the middle of forest.
Are you going to stop the chaos or no?: Yes, Mizn will seek to resort order back to the world.
Nickname: none
Age: none
Gender: none
Powers/Skills: Mizn is infected by the dust a mystical substance left behind by a highly advance civilization called the Endless. By being infected can manipulate the dust allowing the automaton to create barriers, enhance its strength, create hostile dust swam to rip apart targets, and he can create simple constructs. An under extreme circumstance the automaton had can regenerate parts of its body. Mzin robotic body gives it enhance strength and a titanium alloy body gives it superhuman levels of endurance. Mizn body has a series of safeties built into its automaton body to limit power usage in combat. Mizn can disengages the safeties to increase Mizn power but with greater energy consumption and has a chance to burn out its power core. By disengaging all the safeties Mizn enters an overclock state. While in this state its gains a massive power boost to all its systems.
Mizn learn combat and basic survival training form its time in the academy. As well as verity of melee weapons to a proficient degree.
Weakness(es): The same Dust power it automaton body as well as its powers. Mizn cannot use too much Dust powers or it will kill the automaton. The automaton can refill the dust reverse by going into a sleep like state and using what Dust in its body to create more from the surrounding environment. Overdrive state greatly increase its energy consumption. Also with the large amount heat generated it weakens Mizn body making it more vulnerable to being damage. Mizn has difficulty understanding organic interaction making him somewhat easy to manipulate.
Species: Automaton: a race of sentient clockwork robots with a great love of nature.
Crush: none
From: Endless space
Appearance(s)
Pers: Mizn is a very calm individual. The automaton is a cold engine logical usually seeking out the most efficient courses of action. Mizn is quite inquisitive seeking out information were ever it can. The Automaton also carries a strong moral code that determiners its actions. It has a great fondness toward nature and will act to protect it. Mizn is very skeptical towards supernatural elements always believing there is a logical explanation for the supernatural.
Bio: Created on the desert planet Muzx a border world of the Automaton sovereignty. Mizn young life was spent mostly exploring the local caves but that change when it stumbled across an Endless artifact. Mizn accidentally activated the artifact, which turned out to be a Dust storage container he was expose to the large amount of Dust becoming Dust infected. Mizn was soon recruited to the shadowy organizing known as the “the Academy” to learn to control its new power. After working for the academy for several years Mizn left to return to the Automatons. Upon its return to the Automatons’ Mizn enlisted into the automaton military as an explorer.
Other(anything else we should know about you?): no
Where'd you end up?: A nice little cabin sitting all alone in the middle of forest.
Are you going to stop the chaos or no?: Yes, Mizn will seek to resort order back to the world.
(Thanks to Zelosse for helping me edit this)
Gormarr was slick with sweat and blood as each of his mighty axes buried deep into the flesh of any Skaven that wandered too close. Ripping his axes free of the worthless rat corpses, the Orc carried his momentum from one wave of Skaven into the next. Despite the burning rage boiling his blood the toil of his efforts was starting to show as he gradually began to swing slower, his armor faring no better as it became scratched and dented performing its function. With the thrum of battle in his heart, and the howl of the werewolf in his ears, Gormarr failed to see the Assassin rat approach.
Few rarely did.
A roar of pain bellowed from his throat as the Skaven lodged its daggers into his back, breaking him from the battle trance. Overcome by shock and pain he fumbled his Dwarven axe to clatter on the bloody stones as Gormarr swung wildly in a maddened turning swipe at the source of his anguish before thrashing wildly at the flighty blackfurred backpedaled away chittering at its own cleverness. The poison in his veins would be lethal in moments.
Had it not been for the big Orcs monstrous tolerance, aided by Ayses flames. Gormarr had tasted the lesser poison from the rats on the plateau earlier and, while not having a tolerance, his body knew how to keep the Orc swinging..
A roar that was more rage than pain heralded his counter attack. One foot kicking a fallen helmet like a dropped ball to crunch into the Skavens grinning face. His axe took to creature in the shoulder but he was not finished. The rage had not played itself out. In one meaty hand Gormarr tore out his axe and grabbed the rats head, its eyes already fading from the world, and smashed its smug face into the ground with all his considerable strength. The skull burst like a rotten melon to splatter his armor but he cared not at all.
Retrieving his fallen weapon, the Orc was quick to realize his companions were in need of help and so fought his way to rejoin the others. His entrance came in the form of his axe popping through the back of one of the two stormvermin distracted with Nove.
Gormarr was slick with sweat and blood as each of his mighty axes buried deep into the flesh of any Skaven that wandered too close. Ripping his axes free of the worthless rat corpses, the Orc carried his momentum from one wave of Skaven into the next. Despite the burning rage boiling his blood the toil of his efforts was starting to show as he gradually began to swing slower, his armor faring no better as it became scratched and dented performing its function. With the thrum of battle in his heart, and the howl of the werewolf in his ears, Gormarr failed to see the Assassin rat approach.
Few rarely did.
A roar of pain bellowed from his throat as the Skaven lodged its daggers into his back, breaking him from the battle trance. Overcome by shock and pain he fumbled his Dwarven axe to clatter on the bloody stones as Gormarr swung wildly in a maddened turning swipe at the source of his anguish before thrashing wildly at the flighty blackfurred backpedaled away chittering at its own cleverness. The poison in his veins would be lethal in moments.
Had it not been for the big Orcs monstrous tolerance, aided by Ayses flames. Gormarr had tasted the lesser poison from the rats on the plateau earlier and, while not having a tolerance, his body knew how to keep the Orc swinging..
A roar that was more rage than pain heralded his counter attack. One foot kicking a fallen helmet like a dropped ball to crunch into the Skavens grinning face. His axe took to creature in the shoulder but he was not finished. The rage had not played itself out. In one meaty hand Gormarr tore out his axe and grabbed the rats head, its eyes already fading from the world, and smashed its smug face into the ground with all his considerable strength. The skull burst like a rotten melon to splatter his armor but he cared not at all.
Retrieving his fallen weapon, the Orc was quick to realize his companions were in need of help and so fought his way to rejoin the others. His entrance came in the form of his axe popping through the back of one of the two stormvermin distracted with Nove.
(Thanks to Zelosse for helping me edit this)
Gormarr felt his heart beat quicken as the rush of battle coursed through his veins. The greenskin threw himself into the thick of the nearest Skaven horde, planting himself in the center of the battle like a flying banner. As was the way of the Orcs he used great sweeps of his axe to cut, chop, bash, and even slam his forehead into those who came to close. It wasn't until a sudden explosion caught the Greenskin berserker and the dwarven line by surprise.
Not keen on allowing the filthy rats any more advantage than they already had, Gormarr waded through the swarm and propped himself where the Skaven menace had overtaken the dwarven line. Taking his main axe and the intricate crafted axe he had found on the plateau, the angering Orc marauder put both to powerful use. In a show of ferocity and rage that could put even the werewolf to shame, Gormarr swung both axes in either hand like a hurricane. Every sweep took life or limb, his roaring overhead chops cleaved flesh and bone in half like paper, even lashing out with his feet or fists if opportunity came. Amidst so many targets all screeching for blood it was impossible for the battle drunk Orc to miss! His armor stopped some of the more potentially fatal attacks, but the ones that found their way in only served to bring the snarling Orc further into his bloody trance.
When the King ordered the Dwarves (and the party by extension) to get him to the wall, Gormarr was quick to begin his bloody work. One dead rat at a time.
Gormarr felt his heart beat quicken as the rush of battle coursed through his veins. The greenskin threw himself into the thick of the nearest Skaven horde, planting himself in the center of the battle like a flying banner. As was the way of the Orcs he used great sweeps of his axe to cut, chop, bash, and even slam his forehead into those who came to close. It wasn't until a sudden explosion caught the Greenskin berserker and the dwarven line by surprise.
Not keen on allowing the filthy rats any more advantage than they already had, Gormarr waded through the swarm and propped himself where the Skaven menace had overtaken the dwarven line. Taking his main axe and the intricate crafted axe he had found on the plateau, the angering Orc marauder put both to powerful use. In a show of ferocity and rage that could put even the werewolf to shame, Gormarr swung both axes in either hand like a hurricane. Every sweep took life or limb, his roaring overhead chops cleaved flesh and bone in half like paper, even lashing out with his feet or fists if opportunity came. Amidst so many targets all screeching for blood it was impossible for the battle drunk Orc to miss! His armor stopped some of the more potentially fatal attacks, but the ones that found their way in only served to bring the snarling Orc further into his bloody trance.
When the King ordered the Dwarves (and the party by extension) to get him to the wall, Gormarr was quick to begin his bloody work. One dead rat at a time.
The greenskin easily manage to keep pace with Grendrick as they decent deeper into the dwavern hold. For Gormarr was impressed by what he saw in the mountain fortress. The orc had never seen such advance form of stone carving in his life. He took careful note of the statues and tapestries as he passed studying them. As the group decedent deeper into the fortress Gorrmar couldn't help feeling a sense of being cramp as the party arrived at the throne room. The sounds of battle greeted them as they enter the room. The orc didn't need much encouragement by the dwarf king to throw himself into thick of combat swing his ax into the crowed of skaven attempting to kill as many as possible.
"By the fist of Gorrmarok!" Gormarr swore as his ax became stuck into the muscle of the rat ogre. Shifting he grip on his ax to allow his free hand to draw one of his back up sword. The orc then start hacking away at the ogre using the ax as a hand hold to gain leverage on the abomination. Grendrick quickly brought an end to rampage of the rat ogre, with a grunt Gormarr dislodge his ax from the abomination. The Greenskin begun to dig around the corps for loot. Stuffing a handful of gold into a bag, attached a dwarven handaxe onto the ax, and finally put a ring he found on. Gathering up his position he joined Grendrick in the dwarven fortress.
As the healing flames hit Gormarr the orc felt his strength coming back as the poison was burn out of his body. The pain that was cause by the fire was used to fuel his rage as he lunge at the rat ogre. Gormarr silently cursed as the rat ogre threw the lycan off of it. 'Its quicker than it looks' Gormarr thought as he barley avoided one of the abominations charge. The orc grimace at the situation the ogre is still up, his rage is slowly fading, and the skaven shaman had joined the fight. But Gormarr notice Sylvia sneaking up behind the rat ogre. 'Like hunting a mammoth' Gormarr thought before rushing the rat ogre to keep it distracted while Sylvia deliver a killing blow the the abomination.
Gormarr roared at the skaven as they fled away form the raging greenskin. The orc almost felt insulted by the skaven attempting to bring him down with throwing spears. Chasing the last skaven to the ledge that the skaven were jumping off trying to kill any stragglers. With the battle over Gormarr began to start to clam down when the rat ogre with the shaman riding it appeared on the battlefield. "Finally a challenge!" he shouted before charging the rat ogre ax raised high. Joining the rest of this parties attacks on the rat ogre he swing his ax into the right leg trying to help Grendrick bring down the beast.
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