MelonHead

Arena Chat Thread

Hey arena peeps. Sikako j stopping back by. Been a few years, but looking around and checking if anyone would like to give me a chance to dust of some of my..well dust. I take it there is no way to recover anything from the original site, characters sheets mostly?

@Sikako J

Dunno, our fight in the NoW is still available, but finding the CS's might be a little harder.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Dedonus I had intended on having Marie come to Iron Knight and ask him for some personal instruction in the form of physical combat training. She wants to know how to physically as well as magically defend herself from harm. I wanted to ask before hand if that was something that he might be able to offer her either directly or indirectly before I had her visit his office.

@fdeviant

Seems like one of the athletic heroes might be better for that, maybe Lyger or even one of the unpowered characters who fights with martial arts alone, not sure if there are any left of those though.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

“I see.” The Fireen stared into Dunnaman’s face, expecting to see some sign of fear or subterfuge there. Perhaps if he were a different type of person he might have been able to see it, maybe before he became the Fury he would have been able to see through the lie. Still, that was not to mean he was happy with the furred-man’s words.

“Then we will fix it, you will show us how. I will have what I want and you will be allowed to live.” Fury bartered, though he was even unsure if he himself lied. There was certainly no sign of it on his face, there was seldom more than cold anger on his face, except for those unlucky enough to see it burn hot. Dunnaman’s luck hadn’t ran out yet. Would Fury kill him anyway? It was difficult to say, his motives were usually obscure save for one overriding goal. But there was no need to dwell on that now.

“Or will you defy me?” The threat was as audible as the pressure that built around the two as Fury’s strength exuded from his form, in equal measure with that draining force that was somehow contained within his paradoxical body. As the tension mounted, the area became less and less pleasant to be in, it was like choking in a hostile environment. And Fury hadn’t even got really angry yet.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

@MelonHead
Alternatively I'm a big dumb liar who likes to fall asleep with a cup of whiskey half drank rather than actually click the post button.

@LeeRoy

No worries, I was busy anywho.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

If the Fireen realised that Dunnaman was prompting him for his name, there was no indication of it. In truth, there was a strong possibility that the man could no longer converse like an ordinary person, he had almost completely relinquished his true name after all, it was clear he placed little importance in monikers. When he had asked that question of the furred creature, he had been asking for more than a name. Still, the furry man’s answers to his questions had aroused the Fireen’s curiosity, which was a double edged sword of the sharpest sort. On the one hand, he was unlikely to try and kill him until his curiosity had been sated, on the other, he had gained the attention of a mass murderer. Almost as if to emphasise the threat, the Void flared up briefly within Fury and his eyes momentarily flashed with that same, somehow harsh, blue fire. Something inside wanted out. The best it could do was look through his eyes.

“You drain energy?” like me.

He let his rhetorical question sit in the air for what would in normal circumstances be an awkward length of time, though there was nothing all that normal about their conversation. He was thinking. If what Dunnaman said was true, the mace was of no use to Fury. He frowned, an expression one could frequently find on his face. He hadn’t smiled for a long time. Long enough that he might have forgotten how.

“I ask because I recognise it.” Fury said finally, unsure why he was divulging so much to the person he questioned. Not that he claimed to be a master of interrogation. “You say some people you first ran into made it for you?” He paused. “Who are they, where are they?” The hunger in his voice was disturbing, he should have tried to clamp down on it. Dunnaman would be aware he was putting his friends in exceptional danger if he told the Fireen, but did he really have much choice?

Arena Chat Thread

Oh I had it ready to use. If you had notice I was continually trying to build power. It had planned to create a hologram around us. But with a death, a stroke and return if cancer in the family all within 3 months, I just couldn't find the will to write at the time.

@Skallagrim

Yeah I figured you had good reasons for disappearing, sorry to hear about all that.

Arena Chat Thread

<Snipped quote by LeeRoy>

Melon has won our last fight, my absence was too long and he deserves to have his Fury storyline end with a victory. As for you, Baron would the only one I'd consider if I were to fight again.

@Skallagrim

Fury was never really supposed to beat Skallagrim, so I'm sort of at a loss with what to do with him. You looked like you were going to down the route I was hoping for and trying to beat Fury with mindgames/discussion, but you never pulled out your best card. No fault of your own though, I suspect you might have even forgotten Skallagrim had it. To jog your memory, in a flashback some time ago you spoke of Skallagrim visiting Antire before its destruction and saving one of the Fireen, a young girl if I remember correctly, from the planet's destruction. Showing her to Fury to prove that you had no desire to destroy the planet would have been enough for him to re-assert control long enough to realise his true enemy was literally inside him. Then I had a plan for when he did so.

Nevermind though, Fury can hopefully find redemption on his own, at the least Skallagrim has planted doubts in his mind with his words and mind games.

Arena Chat Thread

Alive? Perhaps. On occasion I find myself treading through mist haunted woods. Standing amid snow covered peaks staring at new worlds. When I rouse myself from deepest of slumbers, I hear the din of battle call to me. I seek solace among the warriors. Life is fleeting, slumber eternal.

@Skallagrim

I had one of my weird dreams recently which are completely mundane, and have me carrying out the sort of things I do day to day. I think it was about three days ago. In it, I checked the Arena chat and you had returned. Lo and behold, here you are, three days later. Now, that wouldn't be that impressive, if you hadn't been gone for half a year. Coincidence? I think not.

In other words, I'm 20% convinced I'm a prophet or sooth-sayer or some other mentalist. Welcome back.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

The only indication that Fury was even listening as the man tried to answer his question was a slight furrowing of his brow. In truth, the creature’s accent was not overly difficult to decipher with some thought, but the Fireen had little patience for concentrating on the words of others. Still, he had come this far, so the least he could do was try to get to the bottom of why the creature had an energy signature comparable to that of the Pundambayan race. Or rather, the energy signature of their technology, Kanitah’s technology, the World Machine. It was not so common a device that any individual should be trawling the galaxy with technology of the same ilk, yet the man (?) provided little information as to who he was.

“Dunnaman.” He said slowly, rolling the strange name off his tongue, his voice echoing with that of the Void. “So you don’t know who you are, but you were happy to fight Ryllan scouts and, somewhat, succeed?” Fury looked fearsome for a moment. “No matter, they are no friends of mine, I could care less what happens to them.”

Fury approached the being. If not for the energy scars that pulsed on his face and the strength of his build he would have looked less dangerous than usual. He was unaware of his much his armour played into his ordinary visage. Still, he could be intimidating, and Dunnaman could likely be intimidated.

“Now, I want to know what you do remember. I want to know where you got that mace.”

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

I'll reply tomorrow, having trouble acclimatising back into work and it makes me tired af, too lazy to post.