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Xzayler said I guess it can, the Gran'zul were never given Dragon Eggs in the story, so it is unknown if Dragons might find them worthy.

I'll just steal an egg from a human settlement at some point in the future.
Xzayler said Just a question, who'd LIKE to be a Dragon Rider eventually?


I wouldn't mind being one eventually. A dragon riding Gran'zul sounds like the best thing if it can be a thing.
Name: Wilhelm Hector

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Alias: Hellhound

Appearance: Wilhelm has the appearance of a typical Aryan. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a body thick with well developed muscles, perfect for a warrior. He stands at around 6’5 and is almost constantly seen wearing his German military uniform.

Nationality: German

Allegiance: Axis

Powers:
Fire resistance: Wilhelm has a natural resistance to flames and heat. He can stand temperatures up to 70oC, and doesn't get burned when walking through fire of any kind.

Fire manipulation: He can manipulate and will fire to take new shapes and speeds within a 3 meter radius. Using this power Wilhelm can launch fireballs, make a wall of flames, and propel him from the floor with jets of flames etc. If any of the flames he controls exits his sphere of influence it will continue travelling in the direction it was, until it either runs out of speed, hits an object or runs out of fuel and dies. The simplest moves like throwing a fire ball use the less energy and can be done almost indefinitely as long as there is fire available. Moves like creating a ball of fire to surround him, would take a lot more energy and would only work for at most a minute before Wilhelm became exhausted.

Flame Aura: With this power Wilhelm can cover himself and his clothes with his own flames. To continuously use this power constantly drains his energy, the amount varies depending on how much fire he creates. Usually he focuses it onto his hands and forearms, which he can keep alight for half an hour before becoming exhausted.

Flame teleportation: Wilhelm can use this power to teleport short distances as long as two conditions are met; the first is that he can see the location he wants to teleport to; the second is that there has to be a fire there. The first rule can only be ignored if Wilhelm knows the destination very well and is certain that there is a fire there, for example his house or his military base, which has a fire kept lit for him 24/7. The longer he travels the more energy it takes; for example he could teleport 10m around 20 times before exhausting himself, he could teleport 200m around 5 times, any longer and he could only do it once before becoming unable to use any of his powers except flame resistance. If he wants to travel a mile or more then he would have to rest for a few hours straight after teleporting.

Equipment:
Weapons : An MP40, a Mauser HSc pistol and a small hand length dagger

Clothing: This facemask which has been built from a heat resistant metal and is stylized to look like an open mouth full of long fanglike teeth. He wears a black spandex suit with sleeves that end at the elbows; it is made from heat fire resistant fabric. Placed onto the center of the chest is the symbol of a wolf’s head bursting into flames. He also wears German military boots and helmet.

Over his spandex suit, Wilhelm wears his German military uniform, proudly displaying his swastika armband for all to see.

Personality: Wilhelm is a very obedient soldier. He receives orders from his higher ups and he completes them, no questions and no complaints. He does not shy away from violence and often embraces it, almost delighting in the pain he causes others. As a person however, he tries to separate this side of him as much as possible, not because he dislikes it but because he believes it to be the right thing to do. He is extremely loyal to his friends and is willing to risk his life to protect those close to him.

History: Brought up in the Hitler Youth project, Wilhelm was quickly indoctrinated into the Nazi idealism, he grew up inside a Germany that was still recovering from WWI and to him and many others, Hitler and his promises was a beacon in the dark times and he gathered many to him. Shortly after he joined the Hitler Youth, Wilhelm was found to have special abilities and was taken in by the government and brought into a facility to train him in both his abilities and skills as a soldier.
His skill with flames and loyalty to the German cause led to Wilhelm being dubbed Höllenhund or ‘Hellhound’. Once he reached 20 and they had run each of their tests to the limit, Hellhound was released into the war, like so many other German super humans.
Farmhand to the rescue!

SyrianHamster said This is actually working really well - I love how the story is shaping up.


I agree, although I'm not adding much to the story so far, it is developing rather tremendously.
“Enemy on the eastern walls!”

This deep yell from the west threw Festus out of his trance. A quick glance to the east walls, confirmed the news. Standing over the corpse of a sentry was one of the barbarians, bloodied and wearing a suit of chainmail that looks two sizes too small. In his hand was the body of another unfortunate sentry who was struggling less and less as the knife sticking out of his throat cut off his breathing and filled his lungs with his own blood.

Festus saw the barbarian manage to grab a third victim before his vision was blocked by an officer as he jogged past with a faint limp on one leg. He was followed by a heavily armoured woman, wielding a beautifully crafted halberd in a stance that looked as though she was ready to strike at anyone who threatened her. This weapon and her armour however, seemed much too cumbersome for her small body and each step seemed to drain her of strength as she tried to keep up with the officer and he barged through the crowd.

Gawking for long enough, Festus snacked the crowd around him and saw that none of the other defenders had moved to help the officer. Deciding that there was enough on this segment of the wall Festus chased after them. Tightening his grip as he balanced his glaive over his right shoulder he quickly moved towards the eastern wall, pushing past any defender who was too stunned to move.

Struggling through the crowds took time as his young body, while quite strong from lots of manual labour wasn't quite as built for strength as it could be. He reached the towers southern exit, leading out onto the eastern wall to see the officer thrown to the floor. His longsword hanging from the barbarian’s chest. Pulling it out of his ribcage, the large northerner stalked towards the downed man, crunching over the corpses of dead sentries.

The officer tried and failed to stand up, his bum knee obviously giving his problems as his death moved ever closer. He drew his knife and pointed it at the creature looming over him. He turned around and a look of dismay came over him, as his eyes set on the heavily clad female behind him, who stood as though she had become paralysed by fear.
shrieked out an order; “Don't just stand there you stupid bitch, kill him!”

Spurred on, Festus raised the glaive from his shoulder swung it down as hard as he could, the barbarian, who hadn't been expecting an attack reacted faster than he should have and raised one of his bloodied swords to deflect the polearm. Diverted from its path the glaive swung to the left and bit into the barbarian’s right shoulder. Knowing it was only a minor wound, Festus dragged the blade free as quickly as he could. This opened the wound further and caused a stream of blood to trickle down its arm.
SyrianHamster said
Don't mean to be a busy body, but the barbarians are approaching from the north. If you're on the western wall, you wouldn't be seeing anyone coming out of the trees... yet. Come join us on the northern wall, above the gate, for an awesome partay.


Actually that's a good point, unless I can extend my neck to giraffe proportions of course. What am I on right now? Anyway, I'll be running after you shortly. Just gotta finish something else up first.
SyrianHamster said
Ah Fluffy, I missed you out. Feel free to tag along with the captain and co!EDIT: Thinking we gotta down that barbarian before his mates come charging out of the trees with ladders?


I'm going to say now that I am on the western wall but am going to wait a little for Muiri to join you in the sprint to the east.
Xzayler said
specially because Fluffy Warlord is now sort of isolated


Please, call me Fluffy. Also I plan to either march north or south, not entirely sure as of yet.
A heavy boot forced the resting soldier out of his slumber as a group of heavily armed men marched past him and up towards the walls. Shaking himself out from the mists of sleep, Festus looked up at the man who woke him, blinking as the bright light hurt his eyes. The soldier’s face was hidden from Festus even after he cleared his sight.

Leaning forward the man began shouting, his voice echoing slightly in his helmet, “what the hell do you think you’re doing? Every able man and woman should be up on those walls or standing behind the gates and helping the defence preparations. The enemy are almost within our archer’s range and you’re still down here sleeping?” He took a step back and pointed toward the stairs the other soldiers headed up. “Get yourself up and moving onto those walls this instant boy, or by my rank I shall have you whipped.”

Not wanting to anger the apparent officer anymore Festus leapt up, grabbed his weapons and started jogging. As he headed up the stairs, the deep rumbling of hundreds of feet marching reached his ears and pounded through his body. Picking up speed he ran toward the walls. Once there he began squeezing past the defenders and inching his way towards the edge. A deep fire within him began to burn as he watched the hulking hordes rushing toward their positions.

Pulling the rounded buckler from his back, Festus brushed his mail-clad hand over the fading symbol painted onto the metal. The symbol depicted a large wolf lunging toward a deer from above, painted in green over a white background. It was his father’s shield, from before he left the army; this was where his father had fought his final battle before being forced to retire due to a severe injury to his left arm.

“This one’s for you dad” Festus whispered to himself as he hooked the shield onto his back and tightly grasped the wooden handle of his glaive, watching as the horde moved ever closer.
SyrianHamster said just materialise from the ranks of the defenders.


Already on it!
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