Hellion

The Elder Scrolls: Eye of the Hurricane

@Stormflyx Who has to die for me to take their place?

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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

kha’vesh! The Goliath spat at the less-than-acceptable result of the ax blade against the creature’s putrid and otherwise grotesque flesh, almost as though she barely hit the dire rat at all. Had her eyes deceived her? Was this a test of one’s meddle in combat situations? Was the great hunter-god Manethak flexing his own powers by causing such a rodent to be a more capable foe than once assumed?

But Vah’lux had no time to dwell on such things, and even less to pull back her weapon for a possible follow-up strike as the creature lashed out at her ex[posed forearm, penetrating the skin, and eliciting a growl of pain from the pseudo-giant woman. Pain that -for once- brought tears that welled up in her eyes from the surge that ran up her arm as it hit a nerve. The Goliath recoiled as quickly as one could in her situation, as the others in her group rained hell down onto the beast.

Fortunately, it seemed to be the Paladin’s strike which caused the creature the most displeasure, and obvious damage against its otherwise tough hide.

Once again, when the opportunity arose, Vah’lux pulled her muscular arm back and swung hard and true against the dire rat, hoping this to be the final blow...

Axe attack effects against Brood Mother

Attack = 23
Damage = 5

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D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

Vah’lux looked on with weary eyes as blow after blow from her companions against the dire rat only managed to irritate the creature further, and -like any animal cornered and outnumbered- very little mattered than it’s survival. For a moment, the Goliath may have sympathized with the small beast, as it was only protecting what it assumed rightfully belonged to it. They weren’t dealing with intelligence more so than pure primal instinct. The kind that could be reckless and dangerous enough to kill at least one of them in an instant were they not careful. The high-pitched shrieks and snarls of desperation could be heard from the large rodent as it continued to live through the damage dealt to it by the others.

“Kavaki veni’aerth ret’ikeili!” The towering female Goliath cried out, drawing strength from her deity in an effort to rid the place of the abomination once and for all.

Gripping the large steel and bone axe in her massive hand, and winding a muscular arm back, she swung as hard and true as she could muster, down toward the bloodied creature, hoping the sharpened head of her weapon would split the creature in two.

Axe attack effects

Attack = 20
Damage = 6

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Veritas Lux Mea

Kai’mos Varthus

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The madness seemingly never ended. With the ship in dire need of repairs, part replacements, overhauls, and a lot more than what could be done while floating through the far reaches of space, Kai’mos wondered if they would even make it to Port in one piece. To be on solid ground for once in a long while sounded wonderful and the thought of being able to take in the local culture and delicacies was intriguing enough. While Ithlo rarely showed much in the way of personality or emotions, their love of the arts -especially those of the culinary variety- was fairly known to those who were aware of the species's culture and customs. To be able to watch and study an artist work tirelessly at their craft can be breathtaking, from starting with virtually nothing but an idea, to producing a piece worthy of awe and wonderment. Just one of the many things an Ithlo may take more seriously than most, but it is quite alright by their standards. Perfection was an art all its own.

Kai gave an approved nod toward the Naka First Mate, glad that he had accepted the offer to help when they finally made it to port, and the huge bazaar that was known to be the talk of the galaxy. “I will, of course, keep an eye on your healing progress, but from what the biometric forecast is predicting, you should be walking normally sooner than later.” He said in a fairly relieved tone of voice, staring back down at the datapad held in his hand. “The physiological makeup of the Naka are quite incredible when studied at length, so be glad that you have a better-than-average rate of healing, especially against such wounds that were inflicted upon you.”

The Captain continued to converse with the pink-haired Ithlo, one of which Kai himself could barely look upon if truth was told. There was simply something about her…everythying that left a sour feeling in the pit of his stomach. He certainly didn’t want to despise her, but he also hoped that her time on the ship would be short-lived. Perhaps dropped off at Port immediately, never having to be seen again on the Veritas, and bypassing any possibility of further embarrassment or disrespect toward the people of the Ithlo Nation. One could only hope for swiftness in that case.

Thankfully, however, the Doctor’s unnecessary reverie was interrupted by the somewhat loud and echoed voice of the ship’s engineer as he entered the MedBay with a tone of disgust. Kai couldn’t help but smile inside, while maintaining a typical neutral expression, at the comment regarding the “android”. If anyone was going to be less open to the idea of having such an abomination aboard the ship, it would be Ansgar.

“Welcome Mister Staudinger.” Kai’mos nodded his head toward the young man standing near the entryway. “Was there any need for medical attention?” He said, judging by the electrical burn marks on the other’s clothing, Kai was probably correct in the assumption, although Ansgar’s prideful human heart would no doubt reject any at the moment.

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Musings n' Dreams

I felt her fade away
Like the fog dissipated
By the howling wind,
They couldn't see her
Crying out for help
Even though she was
Starting to break and bend.

She always felt like a misfit
As if somehow she was misplaced.
It was as if everything
About her had been erased.


I do remember that she
Would light up a room
And make everyone smile,
She was there but somehow
Became invisible after awhile.

I can barley recall a single
Thing about her now,
If life was her stage
Then she took her final bow.

Who was she?

A reflection tells me.

D&D 3.5e - The Marches of the Savage Realm

V’arsuth! She spat, one of many exclamatory remarks of the Goliath people that could either be one of victory or a curse against such terrible luck. In this case, perhaps her comment was focused on both instances, as it seemed being in an underground dwelling was much worse than being locked behind iron bars. At least the sky was much more easily sought out.

However, the slow, but sure healing of Gorosk had been a much more positive site, one of which was about as welcome as it could be considering the lingering friction felt toward the Half-Orc. Still, there had been a twinge of regret for the terrible thoughts cast upon him, but a past of violence and abuse is very hard to forget, even if they were at the hands of a disassociated tribe unknown to her traveling companion. Or were they? Vah’lux wanted it to be true. She hoped that Gorosk would have been in league with the Orcs of Thraduum so the anger could be taken out on someone. Something. But, the Goliath were better than that, and could only give those assumed innocent the benefit of the doubt. What recourse was there?

As the group was ready to move forward toward what they hoped was the last of the chambers, Vah’lux reached her massive arm around to where the three heavy metallic javelins were slung along her back, fastened and held by by a leather wrap, and slid one of them free from the others. It had been awhile since they were last used -going on almost a month or more in fact- and the coolness of the steel against a calloused palm felt somewhat reassuring. The javelins themselves were rarely used for anything but ranged hunting, and a strong, precise throw could end any would-be game, or in the case of their current situation, an attacker. The Goliath merely felt the need for reach this time around.

The Goliath took lead, determined to get through the underground dwelling once and for all, and back to the surface. As though the stench of urine, soil, and death couldn’t be any fouler as it hung in the air near the next chamber, Vah’lux noticed the matted and dirt-riddled fur of the putrid creature while it skittered toward the back wall.

“Alone?” She whispered to herself, doubtful it was, but didn’t notice any further obvious threats. And with a resolve to end the creature’s life, and the heavy ranged weapon gripped tightly in her hand, the Goliath wound her arm back, and flung the javelin forward with all the power and accuracy that could be mustered.

Effects against last dire rat

Javelin (ranged) Attack = 3