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The Prince's Royal Guard

Merik Roak

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Merik was quite happy with how his attack panned out, not only did the ram now create another obstacle for approaching forces but the burring wreck helped keep them back as well. The next volley made him duck back behind the battlements. Two large stones soared through the air, one causing damage to some buildings beyond the wall but the other destroyed more of their defenses.

Following along the back of this volley were more Goblins, they seemed to come in two groups. One group rushed towards the gate yet again with more explosives, the other intended on scaling the wall with grappling hooks and ropes. Ruduf was already rallying the human defenders and taking care of the goblins on the wall which meant it was up to him and the archers to stop the destruction of the gate.

Merik seized this opportunity to attempt to strike fear into every enemy beyond the walls, and possibly even a few allies. The large lizard drew his massive sword and stood on top of the battlements with his sword held high. Taking a deep breath the dragon touched let loose a deafening roar akin to what one would expect from a dragon. It was a fear tactic to both stop the enemies in front of them and to some of the stronger ones that may have still lingered in the forest, a challenge. It was a shame he couldn’t roar like that all the time.

Stepping down from the top of the wall he quickly began picking up whatever javelins or wooden poles had been left near him in an attempt to kill or slow the sappers. If he ran out or couldn’t find more there was plenty of broken stones to be used as ammunition.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

Grikgar found his place in the formation just behind Tatsuma, it seemed the others took up positions to either the left or right of the hunter. The moment the doors opened they came under fire. The others dived to the sides in the hail of bullets but Grik stayed behind the portable hardcover of the Lekgolo. He knew he likely wouldn’t make it to either side in one piece and with the hunter crouching down and absorbing the shots he could at least stay here for a little while.

All the Unggoy had to do was double check his weapon and wait for his opening. The opening in question came when smoke grenades from his walking cover was deployed. Before he could take advantage he could see the Spartan readying a grenade so he did as well. Grikgar through his grenade to what he could tell was the back of the fortified position in front of them then carefully started to climb up on the back of the hunter.

Getting his cannon just up far enough over the hunter to clear its head, Grikgar quickly emptied an entire magazine of his fuel rod cannon into the enemy positions. Right after the last shot was fired he let go and slid down Tatsuma’s back and began the reloading process. “Reloading.” He called over comms. It would not take him very long to insert the next magazine.

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

This wasn’t the most entertaining night that Victor had gone through. He would rather be torn apart in the arena by the princess again. The count simply figured that if he was going to have to sit on the side lines for this political knife fight he might as well try to learn something. Victor adjusted himself in his seat so that he was not slouching or seeming to be uninterested with the conversation. Instead he took the new glass of blood and took a sip.

The taste wasn’t horrific but it definitely would not be as surprising as Salem’s blood. The mix of tastes did seem to overwhelm each other from one moment to the next but it wasn’t terrible. Now Victor had to focus back in on the conversation, figure out what he could from what was going on. This type of fighting was sometimes just as dangerous as his own fights. Varis had to of set this room up from the start to set the tone just like he would in a battlefield. From how they were seated, to the paintings on the wall, to how he dressed himself and his mage.

Their seating arrangements put ben in the center that was a given seeing as it was an introduction of sorts to the others. The paintings on the wall behind him was more than likely put there with an attempt to poke at his own feelings towards fighting perhaps or a prod at a possible disdain for his own family. A shot in the dark if anything but the picture itself was wrong, the lord wasn’t one to be so merciful. Lord Perion had told him that he made that traitor suffer like all the others, death by a thousand cuts. So what of how he was dressed then?

Varis seemed to be dressed rather plain with Arron dressed a bit flashier. Trying to pull a sympathy card wouldn’t work with Victor he could see that the boy had changed in a downward direction in his opinion. The boys figure had grown a bit leaner and he had lost a bit of muscle mass since when he first saw the boy. Perhaps he was abusing the mage in small ways to get past the rules of this place. Either way even Salem had more muscle mass then that boy now.

Even as he was analyzing the situation the conversation continued, Varis was going on the offensive. With house Eve in their current state even a simple rumor could spread doom and gloom about the young count. Their where a few traps in his words that Victor could see but there where definitely more than just that. Ben’s reaction was again defensive but held a bit of honor to his words. Even if they were not true using a parent as a driving force was still admirable. A quick glance at Amaris was all he needed to see that she had composed herself again and was now reading into the situation just as he was trying to. More than likely she was able to read the situation better than himself.

The comment about Ben’s mother made him think about it a bit more. Victor had never known his mother. In fact, every time he tried to remember back past the age of ten he was all ways met with a sharp pain to the back of his head. Almost like getting hit with a cattle prod. The sensation making him wince slightly while he continued to listen to what was being discussed.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

The words from the Spartan made Grikgar flinch slightly and he skidded to a stop. Shifting a bit too early to turn he found himself hopping on one leg to stop him from falling over. The Unggoy then made his way back down the other hall with the all too familiar run / waddle that grunts did when they were in a hurry. “Grikgar understands, right side is best side.”

He stopped next to the human who called himself Roy and tossed him the spiker grenade he found. “Here go, this grenade fun.” Honestly those grenades where fun but they just didn’t fit right on his belt. The grenade itself was designed to maim and cause fear more than it was designed to kill. But Grikgar has seen how the spikes from it ricochet in the confined forerunner structures like these and are quite useful in tight areas. Before the man could answer he was off again moving down the right hall this time.

Giants of Iron(a Lancer mecha RP)

Truus {Vulcan} Kepler

The reply from the locals was what he was expecting, at least these people where not going to just go hide in a hole. This made the man smile, “it’s good to see you lot have some balls. May end up partially destroying a building or two setting up. But whatever I destroy ill help you build back up.” Vulcan wasn’t one to make idle threats or promises if he did either one he was always serious about it. Turning to look at Holly he nodded, “Understood fire team leader.” Essentially that was what she was with their numbers.

The super soldier made his way back to the ship and after a few moments stepped out of the ship in Approaching Storm. He was carful and took his time looking over the area. With the hand of his Mech he began digging three shallow holes in right inside the gate in a triangle pattern that was spread out. He wasn’t going to set the charges just yet only finding their homes. His voice came over the comms and his Mech’s PA system, “If you have any scrap metal, ball bearings, or any small explosives you would like to add get it in these holes.” This would help against anti infantry as well as Mech’s they might have.

With that Vulcan moved to the building looking directly at the main gate and started to set up his position.

The Prince's Royal Guard

Merik Roak

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Merik nodded towards the human leader of the city when he asked about the wooden poles, “The sharp ones at the gates.” He didn’t really care if the man understood the lizard man just waited and listened to what the others were saying. All good points in their own right, the information about their leader was interesting almost as interesting as the proposition to strike them beyond the walls. “Merik would also like to go over wall if possible, but later defend wall first.” Merik listened to the rest of the conversation until he was told where to go and with who. When it was time to leave Merik smiled and gripped Acrius’s shoulder, “If you die Merik will honor you with eating your heart.” The prince said he needed to work on his farewells so hopefully this was right.

The west wall was abuzz with activity. Humans in armor moving wood and supplies to the gate and wall. The explosives that Merik had received from what was left from the tunnels where secured on his person. He knew what he was going to do with them but depending on how powerful they were his plan could backfire. A chance he was willing to take, if the orcs breached this wall he would become the wall.

Rudolf looked rather busy ordering around the soldiers who seemed to be busy. Merik stayed in front of the gate assisting the other men with setting up the timbers to the weakened gate. Then when they started setting up the barricades Merik had them set them up a few feet back from where they were. This would allow him to use his full sword arc around him without hitting the stone walls of the gate or the wooden barricades. He was well aware that it was time to begin when the first stone made it over the wall.

Merik could see some soldiers preparing a cauldron of a black viscous liquid known to him as tar. The humans used it to seal their homes from the rain but he also knew it to be used as a defense against invaders and it was flammable. The large lizard made his way to the pot where a man was stirring it, “Ready?” the commoner seemed startled by his appearance and just nodded. “Good. Bring me torch.” Picking up the medium sized pot would have been a job for two humans but the beast was able to take it up himself straight to the top of the gate and set it down. Quickly he took out the explosives and set them next to him.

He was crouching and looking out toward the mass of enemy’s coming toward them. The ram was his target, he would wait here until it was under him then pour the tar, drop the explosives, and then the torch. Combined it should set the ram alight and hopefully disable it making another burning blocked entrance for the enemy’s. “Merik is fine, how is Ruduf?” Merik called out while taking the torch from the man that brought it to him.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Enemy Stronghold

Grikgar was most impressed that the larger than average plasma explosive did so well and didn’t turn into a singularity that threatened the very existence of reality. An unnecessary thought for the predicament at hand but one he could indulge in latter with a meal. Knowing that the Sentinels power sources would react in such a way was a definite thing to remember. At least for now with their combined efforts the enemy number seemed to be dwindling.

The others continued on to assist the downed phantom but Grikgar remained where they had been dropped off at for a moment longer. This for him was necessary to recover more ammo, explosives, and one of the jackal shields that the humans where using earlier. With that he regrouped with the others as they were heading inside. He had managed to scrounge in his haste, 2 human fragmentation grenades, 1 rocket, 3 rounds for a brute shot, and one brute spiker grenade. The Unggoy was quick to offer the grenades to any of the others he passed while hobbling towards the front, the awkward fuel rod gun swayed back and forth with the grunts steps.

The way had forked and Grikgar, although having to catch his breath, continued on to the left. “Quickly come with Grik, time is not friend. The rest go the other way, double back if find wrong door yes.” Not so much of a question as much as it was an order, he was well aware time was not on their side. Although he wasn’t the team lead for this mission he still believed he outranked most of the others there. That and Grikgar knew that humans when underestimating others sometimes became irritated when those they perceive as weaker than them go into battle first.

Giants of Iron(a Lancer mecha RP)

Truus {Vulcan} Kepler

Truus took his time getting his things ready and double checking his mech. The others may have been excited to get out but he didn’t mind the difference. There was only two things that truly interested him here, the fight and the mega fauna. Storm seemed okay but he was jostled a little while he was checking its shoulder by the priest, “Oi watch it.” It was just a young AI but they could still be a hassle some times.

He locked his helmet into his suit and powered up his rifle, no matter the situation, no matter how peaceful or hostile you can almost always count on Truss being in his combat suit. He stepped out onto the ramp in his red and black armor looking first to Holly then to the state of the surroundings. “Aye we could do it.” The old world Scottish accent still carried over into his speech patterns. “Could bury myself in some rubble looking at the front gate. Hide the signature from storms reactor.”

A few more steps down the ramp to the base and he could see the jungle around them. “Could rig a few of Storm’s mines to a detonator, and give it to one of you lads.” The boy decided to talk next and relay some information. Truus walked past the boy and patted him on the back maybe a bit hard, “Good job boy, its called a kill zone.” Continuing past him to stand next to Holly and the local’s and nodding towards them. “Truus Kepler at your service. I extend the greeting from both myself and Harrison Arms and Armory. Tell me you and yours able to hide out deeper in the mines until this storm passes?” the large man didn’t extend his hand for them to shake he just kept his hands on his rifle.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Ardur The Mighty Hipixie

Let there be light >> a time to rest /// Adventuring day 5 // Night / Location - outside the cave

Ardur continued to throw stones but not at anything in particular just enough to keep the beasties back. The way had been cleared and the light and heat from the burning pile of squirming bodies seemed to be keeping the rest of the enemy’s at bay. Asura continued to carry Trent out of the cave and the bigger knight was there to greet them with a worried look. “I’m alright I just need to recuperate my mana.” Looking down at Steve he smiled and scratched her carapace. “You did amazing Steve.” He spoke with a smile as he picked her up. “ooo and an evolution huh? Hmm.”

Setting the spider back down the pixie looked over to the knight while he was casting healing spells on the others. Trying to see if there was a difference between what the knight did for healing and what he did for healing. On top of that he was very curious as to what spell he used on Asura and watched him very closely, “Stamina or antidote?” he wondered as his attention was brought back to his spider.

“Let’s see where to put your skills, hmmm 4 points into web spit. 6 points into thread control, 3 points into blunt resistance and the rest into pierce resistance.” Ardur paused while still smiling down at his friend. “Out of the choices and our current situation I believe it would be best if you stayed an Oculus spider. So I choose Adult Oculus Spider, when you come out of it I’ll have your soup and what’s left of the bow horn for you.” With a smile he patted his friend on the head again and sat down to eat his food.

After he was done eating Ardur Stood and looked to the knight after he was done talking about watch shifts. “That’s understandable, if you need me I’ll be over here meditating.” Setting the bowl down Ardur glanced at the cocoon that Steve was in and smiled.

The pixie made his way to the edge of the light and sat down he began to meditate while he was thinking of where to allocate points. He was talking in his head as he allocated the points, “9 points into minor regeneration I, 3 points into Reinforce, and 1 point into Guidance I. with this I should have three points left for what I want if it’s even possible.” He thought while continuing to meditate. There were two things he wanted to do before he slept.

The first thing he began to do when he felt his mana was sufficient enough to do so. He used Guidance II and spoke quietly as he looked up at the stars. “Spirits of the sun I Ardur call out to you. To Dhulfiqar the King, I call out to you. To Galatine the Protector, I call out to you. To Claidheamh the Mother, I call out to you. I do not call to the three holy spirits because I believe I can acquire more power from you, I call to you because you all represent the sun and what it means to your people, what you mean to the children of the sun. I worship the sun therefore I worship all of you. I only ask that you tell me what I can do for you and I will accept it.” He paused for a moment and envisioned the remaining three skill points he had being given to them.

“I gift you each one of my skill points, so that you may give it to a follower in need or do with it as you please. Even if you or your followers don’t get along we all still worship the sun and each one of your strengths compliments each other’s. So much so that together there is no weakness among you.” With that offering he returned to his meditation with a change. He didn’t focus on drawing more mana into him, this time he focused on the mana he had. Taking his time to identify within himself the different types of mana that all swirled around inside him.

Focusing on his core the middle of his abdomen right at the base of the rib cage he envisioned his mana. First as a white light, glowing brightly as it churned in a circle this was the mana of the spirit. That was the mana he currently held. Again he began concentrating more this time on the mana he felt when he was casting fireball, flare, or the warmth of the sun and mixed that white light with orange. Then he remembered the mana from the water and what Undine had used to cast Depth charge, this portion of his mana was blue. Again he continued remembering what the mana that came from the earth felt like and how it felt to use stone shot and again turned it to the color green.

He continued through the strange sensation he was making, and this time separated out what he felt was the mana he absorbed from the air and turned it yellow. All of these colors white, orange, blue, green, and yellow swirled around in that little ball in chaos. It began to make him nauseous and made his chest start to hurt. Slowly Ardur began to keep all of these colors in their own part of the circle making them move in equal unison around each other in a sort of weird pinwheel. Ardur was unsure what he was doing or what would come of it, he could only hope it helped with mana control and possibly maybe even his mana reserves. Ultimately he would have to break his concentration and lay back on the grass out of breath.

@Kazemitsu
@Zeroth

Giants of Iron(a Lancer mecha RP)

Vulcan

Appearance

has a barcode etched onto his chest.

BIO: Truus Kepler is first and fore most a super solider. Designed from birth and cloned from what the scientists called a wonderful specimen. His genes, DNA, upbringing, and training where all tailored to him being a soldier and a capable leader if he had to be. He was part of the K generation of this specific soldier, hence why his last name starts with a K. the company that made him was only a few jumps away from Cradle and had created them to serve the purpose of running interference and harass other mega corporations as well as fight rebels and in civil wars.

Truus himself never really cared about his purpose in life he simply just did what he was told and he enjoyed it. Fighting, rage, destruction, it all brought a feeling to him he just couldn’t get enough of. The one feeling he always craved, the one rush he could never duplicate was getting into his Mech and doing what he did best, fighting. He never really had the aptitude for the tech stuff and he enjoyed shooting guns more than swinging a sword. An old quote always came to mind whenever anyone would ask him why. “Bitches love cannons.”

Although most of the time he would be somewhat quiet, stoic, and analytical. He would always be the first to laugh in a tough situation, the closer to death he was the happier and crazier he became. That was likely one of the reasons it was hard for him to get chosen for jobs. Still, the large man made his way up through the ranks till he found himself achieving the rank of lancer.

From their he was picked up by a mercenary crew, one that his employer suggested, to run interference against a mining company. His parent company did occasionally have a soft spot for the little guy.

Call Sign: » VULCAN «
Name: Truus Kepler
SUPER SOLDIER, LL0
GRIT:0 // H:2 A:0 S:0 E:0
[ SKILL TRIGGERS ]
ASSAULT (+2),
SURVIVE (+2)
READ A SITUATION (+2),
SPOT (+2)
[ TALENTS ]
WALKING ARMORY 1,
BONDED 1,
HEAVY GUNNER 1,
[ GEAR ]
ASSAULT HARDSUIT, MEDIUM A/C {Trench Axe}
MEDIUM SIGNATURE {Pack Laser Rifle}, FRAG GRENADES
EXTRA RATIONS, PATCH
---------- Mech -------

« APPROACHING STORM »

rocket pods located inside the shoulders.
Mech Assault rifle augment attached over right shoulder closer to his neck.
Mech heavy machine gun Held in both hands.
A heavy built mech designed for suppressing fire and heavy support operations.

[ GMS STANDARD PATTERN I EVEREST ]
STRUCTURE:4/4 HP:16/16 ARMOR:0
STRESS:4/4 HEAT:0/6 REPAIR:6/6
ATK BONUS:0 TECH ATK:0 LTD BONUS:0
SPD:4 EVA:8 EDEF:8 SENS:10 SAVE:10
[ WEAPONS ]
Main Mount: ASSAULT RIFLE
Flex Mount: MISSILE RACK / MISSILE RACK
Heavy Mount: HEAVY MACHINE GUN
[ SYSTEMS ]
Ammo Case, PATTERN-B HEX CHARGES
PATTERN-A SMOKE CHARGES, PERSONALIZATIONS
CUSTOM PAINT JOB, EVA Module

Music Theme: Bury The Light

Relationships

Holly Pritchard // Widow >>> She can call Vulcan a friend.

Silas Grey // Iron Phoenix >>> FNG, still has alot to learn but at least he has a good head on his shoulders. might be able to teach him a thing or two.

Jericho Irons // Jaeger >>> Almost killed each other on opposite sides of a job.

Gaby Gyger // Crusader >>> He never expected to see Vulcan again.