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i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
6 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
6 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
6 yrs ago
bored
6 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
The tall man watched as more people began to stroll in. stepping towards the far wall and scanning those that stepped in. a short and stout dwarf that had a mechanical outlook to her. She had begun to call out the possible danger or severity of the mission when she cut herself off. “Been a while since I have seen a speechless dwarf.” He commented with a smile.
The next he saw was a human or elf? Maybe both? Tall and lanky. Illusions, appraisal, and Intel, at least with this one it looks like it could do well at disappearing into a crowd. A lot better than he could, Ross tried to keep his exploits in the OMR and RAF secret but it wouldn’t take much for someone to look him up and give him away.
The shaman seemed interested in Amanda as well, even the trickster mentioned it. The man toyed with an old tomahawk but Ross wasn’t too worried. So far only a few of those that were here looked to have any combat experience, “Micheal Crane.” The shaman introduced himself. The one that followed him looked familiar but still gave off the feel of a deity. His travels took him too many places over the last thousand years and ever so gradually faces became blurred.
The orc was at least familiar, locking eyes with her for a moment and nodding. The slight acknowledgement was all he would give her. A few years ago he came to her looking for help with his sleep. By that time he already knew he wouldn’t be able to change his form anytime soon. Still, her presence was good not only would it be moral support for the others but she could be useful if it came to hearts and minds. Sometimes having someone help an enemy or someone we were trying to befriend could gleam more information from them.
This fay would prove to be quite perceptive, not only approaching him without any worry but she was able to accurately detect the magic that was connected to him. “That’s Dave don’t mind him. He’s just a hitchhiker or parasite that latched on after we killed the leviathan.” The gloom that surrounded him darkened for a moment as if the dark form understood him insulting it. Honestly no one could tell him what the thing was and it wouldn’t communicate with even the oldest seer’s. It was something impossibly old and entirely too strange for some of them to even comprehend. Regardless they all agreed that whatever it was, was the reason he couldn’t shift and was attached to his soul.
The small colorful girl trailed off to another that had snuck in while he was talking. The energy this one gave off made him have to think. This one was also familiar and was also giving off the same feel as the other deity that came with the shaman. He knew the man was there during the battle but he wasn’t sure as to what form he could have taken. He was sure they would be able to talk about their origins later.
Amanda spoke up again and answered a few of the myriad of questions the others berated her with. Ross wasn’t too curious he was well aware of the capabilities of the mechanical race. This didn’t lessen the interest he had for them but his words were more personal and this was simply not the place for it.
As he was contemplating where he should stand another female with a pointy hat and flowing clothes walked in. she had a bit of arrogance in her body language. A specialist for sure in what field he could only guess as the glyphs and wards imbued on her person reacted to the magic in the air. A strange one for sure but didn’t look to be too much of the approachable type. Not like him, Ross has been called stoic and intimidating in the past but this one seemed more annoyed or superior to the others. That kind of attitude was useful as long as it was directed correctly to a given task.
The dwarf seemed to break away from her stupor when the fay girl called her cute and asked if she could hug her. She continued with offering a hand shake then introduced herself. The last name sounded familiar but he would find out later as to why. While she explained what she was here for it dawned on him that he had not given a more specific role and now that most of the others had done so made him feel off. At least the dwarf and her ability’s seemed very useful with what they could be dealing with.
The deity that came with the shaman soon began to speak of creation stories when he was asked. The shaman did not seem too concerned by him but due to the general feel of the deity Ross could only assume that he was some sort of trickster spirit. He came to this conclusion by the way it spoke and then broke a coffee table.
“For those of you curious I suppose I should also be more forthcoming with my information.” Ross spoke with a loud enough voice to only just be loud enough for everyone to hear. “I am a senior field agent with the OMR in the European sector, it should be noted that Amanda is still the team leader and therefore outranks me. My specific mission parameters other than what we are all here for is one. Keep you lot from dying, not to be confused with Dura who is here to keep you all alive. I assure you there is a difference.” He paused for a moment then continued. “And two. I am responsible for containing or destroying any occult magic or cult items that we come across that has ties to the leviathan. If you find anything like this do not touch it and report it to me immediately.”
The man seemed to be satisfied but before finding a seat spoke again, “and for all those that it might matter to I am a Dragon and have been watching the mortal races grow for a very long time. So if my methods seem old or barbaric at least you know why.” Ross found a seat near the wall and continued to look about the room before settling on the trickster that was still singing and dancing around the room.
Another sleepless night and another slow morning. Sleep deprivation, although annoying, never had any serious lasting effects on him. The worst part always seemed to be trying to get back up and be motivated for the day. 05:30, the red numbers glared at him from his bed side clock. He didn’t even bother setting an alarm, he already knew he wasn’t going to sleep very well. That shadow that seemed to be forever stuck to him always lingered in the back of his mind.
With a deep breath the older looking man sat up and began to get ready for the day, staying in bed and starring at the ceiling wouldn’t help him. It took him about 15 minutes to throw on some clean clothes and wash his face. The hotel that the OMR was letting him use was fancy but out of the way. He had arrived in Germany the day before by plane, he was in northern Scotland tending to his home when he received the message. As some mortals say duty calls.
Ross was well knew quite well where the meeting was at and what time but wanted to go for a walk first. It had been nearly 2 or 3 hundred years since he was hear last and the changes, like all the old places he has seen, were many. The amount of change that has happened in just 6 years was unheard of. The end of the cold war, new countries, and new technology being shared after they had survived the shattering. It was a golden era of prosperity and growth.
The space command had many long term goals that were being brought up, from repairing the moon to terraforming other planets. Ross could only hope that his initiative would gain favor and be considered for voting by the end of the year. A proposition to continue to build the planets defense force against extra-terrestrial threats. The eldritch horror is likely not the only one or the last one. On top of that the amount of cults and threats pertaining to the beast almost tripled among the population within the last three years alone. Ross knew that the influence that thing held over the planet was still strong and wouldn’t be easy to get rid of.
His wandering thoughts eventually cleared up when he realized where he had stopped. Quickly Ross realized that he had walked a bit further than he wanted to. Before him was a memorial, Stark white rectangular pillars held black stone sheets. Each one engraved with many names, their ages, and where they were from. It nearly took up a city block and was very well cared for. Clean and organized, Ross slowly stepped through it quietly looking at the names.
The stone pathways that navigated the art piece were engraved with quotes in different languages. The only one he really paid attention to read, “They fought together as Brothers and Sisters-in-arms. They died together and now they sleep side by side. To them we have a solemn obligation.” It was nice, the pillars where erected in a way that it drowned out a lot of the noise of the surrounding city.
It wasn’t too long before the man was back on the street heading for the OMR office building. Time had slipped away from him while looking over the names of those at the memorial. There was one last stop he wanted to make before going to work. A small market a few blocks from the office he was told about by the staff. Starting the odd conversation or asking around as to what was the best area for a quick snack. Ross was able to purchase a few sausages and some candy that he was quick to stash in his interior coat pockets. German sausages of any kind were always something to be enjoyed. The man didn’t have much of a sweet tooth but he also knew it was good for bribing certain creatures.
The office was rather busy with many different beings coming and going. To him it was a security risk but he was sure they had precautions for it. After getting the room number ad directions for it from the reception desk, Ross wasted little time going to the room. Walking with a military presence and with purpose most stayed out of his way. It didn’t help that he also looked upset as well.
The sight he was greeted with when he came in was rather nice. Strangers abound but one familiar face that was taking of her clothes at the front of the group. The android he remembered as the one who saved him after the battle. Amanda Duvais, it was a name he was unable to get when he woke up in the hospital how strange that they would be meeting here once more. The others in the room looked interesting.
When asked to go about introductions he spoke up first in a deep but calm voice, “Ullross Vallath, you lot can call me Ross. Former Captain and squadron leader in the RAF and OMR, Served as an Instructor and combat pilot in the battle of the shattering.” His tone didn’t change but his posture tightened up slightly when he mentioned the shattering. “Currently Specialize in occult studies and investigation.” Ross would not say more after this and instead waited for the others.
Appearance: Ross is an older looking gentleman with a rough exterior and rather blunt personality. Normally wearing nicer but loose-fitting clothes and a heavy darker colored jacket. His height is above average, and his strong muscled frame holds many tattoos and scars. Most of the tattoos on his right arm are weapons of some kind towards his shoulder, past his right elbow are a myriad of different names with the occasional rune or symbol before or after them. There are a total of 24 names written on his right arm. His left arm looks more like a story of dragons and magic in ancient times. He keeps his sometimes-curly ginger hair and beard neat and shaved on the sides.
Eye Color: Gold
Height/Weight: 6’7” roughly 250 Lbs.
Hair Color: Ginger
Sexual Preference: bisexual
Personality: He always seems to have a stoic way about him with a more annoyed or agitated outlook on the world. The man in his past was cheerful and always the first to lend a hand. Although he still likes to help and has a soft spot for teaching other races, he is currently dealing with his past trauma and is distant and cold to people. Being more matter of fact and to the point he is still healing and trying to figure out how he can move forward. Even through this Ross is still very professional and if one is able to break through the formidable walls he has set up, one could learn a great deal from him as he is very old.
Agent of the OMR: Yes, Senior Field Agent. Was part of the OMR during the cold war but mostly spent his time in the Royal Air Force. Recent Prior Service > Royal Air Force. Rank > Captain. Service History > 20 years fighter pilot and squadron leader. Discharge Reason > Medical Honorable Discharge after the battle of the Shattering.
Reason to be chosen for the mission: Ross has become a researcher and specialist into occult studies related to the Abomination that shattered the moon. Given his prior military service, Past involvement with the OMR, and general cooperative nature with them it did not take him long to rise to the rank of senior field agent. For once Ross is looking forward to someone else taking charge of a team, this lets him do the detective work he likes to do.
> The Beginning Ross came to being inside the deep glacier lakes and cold mountains of the Scottish Highlands. The world at that time was chaotic with magical energies and great beasts. He survived and grew strong through his aquatic beginnings. Devouring sea creatures of the shallows and great depths, this allowed him to grow stronger and bigger through the ages. Flight wasn’t something on his priority list, but he knew he yearned for it.
He would continue to grow in strength and power for some time until finally being able to comprehend speech and the magic flowing through him. Soon he was even able to shift into the size of the mortal races that dotted the north. He settled on the likeness of a chieftain of the north men, strong, hardy, and wise. Even this likeness he would carry with him as he watched and explored the early beginnings of men and the gods they called upon.
> Primitive Roots Man had learned over many years how to manipulate and terraform the world around them. From mud huts to towering stone castles and walls. They were learning about themselves and the world quickly through magic and war. It almost seemed like they knew how to kill each other more than they knew how to love each other. In this time Ross was focusing on his own growth in growing his wings and flight ability while wandering from town to town spreading stories and knowledge of times past. Never staying in one place for long.
He kept to himself mostly, learning from men of all races and places in his travels. Even some deity’s and the odd dragon he was able to find and trade stories with. It was a time of expansion, a time of learning, and a time of war. It was a distasteful thing that he didn’t particularly like but dealt with it when he had to. The topic itself including its many strategies was something he simply brushed off. That was until the message.
The earth shattered, a mass signal sent from something that wasn’t from their world but reached us all the same. A message from a dying people or the warning from some great god. It was the same either way, the earth was in peril, his world was threatened. The technology of the age couldn’t do anything and most seemed to forget after some time. Ross did not forget. His protective nature forced him to do something he had never done, go to war to learn how to fight.
> Man, and their Machines The industrial age soon came to be, dwarves and humans working together to bring their industries to bear and bring their people into a new age. For Ross it almost seemed to happen overnight. These mortals were soon producing goods, medicine, cloth, and weapons at an outstanding rate. The development of complex moving machines increased their ability to spread across the world and in time shrink the horizon on what was possible and how far they could go.
Ross was fascinated with all the moving parts and sat through lectures and classes pertaining to the metal monstrosities these men were making. The elves and orcs didn’t seem too fond of the pollution and destruction brought on by these changes. Soon a balance was brought up by struggle and politics pushing for the replanting of forests and the distribution of products through the world. It was a troublesome point as the many races pushed back and forth with the nobility as resources were sparse in some places and abundant in others.
Many political shifts and civil wars broke out during this time as the people were worked too hard without food or breaks so that the upper classes could become fat and wealthy in their thrones. This again wasn’t something Ross particularly liked and instead spent most of his time assisting the dwarves and learning from them.
> A World at War With the new powers and expanding influence of the many countries war was inevitable. Trench warfare soon gripped Europe crisscrossing the once plentiful land with craters and death. Even the gods seemed to be at each other’s throats. The world of the mortals was quickly gaining speed at an unprecedented rate and was quickly showing signs of possibly even overthrowing some long-standing immortals in the realm of power and influence. Everyone seemed to be at uneasy place in their lives.
This type of warfare did not interest him but the inventions and creations going into them did. The mortals finally had flying machines. Fixed wing gliders, giant floating blimps, and armored tractors with cannons. The sudden development of such machines continued to anger the more natural races and gods this only seemed to fuel the fires of industry more. Until an uneasy peace was reached, and a nation surrendered.
During this time when Ross was not watching and occasionally helping the mortals build these machines, he was wandering through the country side. He witnessed a great many things from his travels. Walking or flying from place to place and getting to know the locals and their way of life. During this time he visited as far off places as china and japan before returning home. Traveling was a must for an immortal.
> Man Harnesses the Sun. It was definitely a shaky peace in the world of man. Countries continued to grow and set themselves into stone. More mass killings of people on all sides and the gradual destruction of the world through pollution and exploitation of resources and people. This short few centuries were not Ross’s favorite as through all of this he knew that thing was drawing ever closer to their world. This price the world had to pay was spent in blood and war. One thing he noticed was that war and the technology produced during it was growing every year.
This was something he figured out early on, the technology that he could see and its implications were growing and for him he saw a light during these dark times. A light that meant they might be able to fight this thing in space. This alone was enough of a push for him to join the ranks of the Royal Air Force. The thing that he saw the most growth in was the growing power and complexity behind airplanes. With his knowledge and power he signed up with the air force at the time. The political powers at the time wanted him on the front line but he refused and told them if they wanted his help and expertise at flying then that is what he would only be doing.
Even then it was only as a training instructor. Ross himself only flew a handful of combat missions but even this was towards the end of the war so that he could see the power of these Jet engine fighters first hand. With the mortals harnessing the power of the sun in the form of a bomb changed everything almost overnight.
> A Slow Burn The war was over and a new type of war began. The world was broken and needed time to heal, mortals and gods gathered and judged for what had transpired during those dark days of the last war. Some killed others imprisoned for decades to come. In the end everyone got what they deserved either from their actions or inactions during the war.
It was at this time that that Ross was now learning how to fly the new jet powered aircraft that the now Royal Air force was using. The other initiative that started up at this time was the OMR. This new initiative intrigued him and he was assigned to a research and development team with a few other instructors. By this time his legacy as a fighter pilot instructor for the RAF was rather well known. Not too many immortals took part or interest in human development like he did.
During this time he would test and assist in the research of experimental aircraft and spacecraft. Being a dragon and having a high resistance to fire helped them by putting him in the more dangerous tests where others may have lost their life. This again was something he enjoyed. He could both help the mortals learn more and help teach them at the same time.
In truth he was afraid. He knew what was drawing closer and their time was running out.
> The End times It was picked up by long range satellites and foretold by seers of old when that thing was going to arrive. The day of reckoning, Ragnarök, Armageddon, Doomsday, Judgment day. In the end it’s all the same the world was once more at war but this time united for its continued survival. Angels and demons, gods and devils, mortal enemies joining together to fight off something that threatened them all. Ross was a part of the fleet that attacked the dam thing.
They couldn’t guess or speculate as to what they were going to be facing. Ross and his squadron of 24 small fighter craft where meant to intercept and engage any small craft that the abomination might use against them. With the dam thing coming alone as one massive organism their job shifted to destroying whatever it could use as offensive or defensive weapons. The mission of the strike craft from then on was to distract and disable what spike pods they could to allow the capitol ships time to engage the beast with their main weapons.
The team he had been training with for the past 8 years was made up of all sorts of races, primarily human but orcs, dwarves, and elves also filled the cockpits of the one to two man fighter craft. They grew to be a family, training and living in close quarters can do that to people. It was the closest he had ever felt for individual mortals.
The battle was intense and lasted many days, his squadron would continually provide supporting fire to specific parts of the beast, guide weapons and munitions to specific points, and unload their own ordinances countless times onto the beast. By the last day there were only 6 of them left and they still had one last run to make until they were out of ordinance and had to rearm again.
On this last run they were tasked with hitting one of its last eyes so the capitol ships could get more rounds off. His crew completed their mission but got caught up in a last minute attack from the beast. A barrage of spikes and tentacles sealed the fates of his last squadron mates and almost himself as well. One shot ripped through his shields and into his engine. He was able to get away but his ship still tore itself apart when the engine finally exploded.
All he could do was drift through space with an emergency responder and a chunk of a cursed barb in his abdomen. He watched as the beast was finally destroyed by the combined efforts of what remained of their fleet. In one last go the screaming finally stopped, a wave of magical energy was released from the beast as it died and the last of its energy was dispersed. The magic engulfed him for a moment and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembers is a blue haired android carrying him into an airlock, saving his life.
> After the fall He woke up a month later at a hospital. His human form took time to heal and he needed to shift back into his dragon form to heal faster. This was when he realized that he could not shift back, nothing he did worked. No magic healer, psychiatrist, or doctor could explain why he couldn’t shift back. The only thing they could think of was it had to do with the eldritch horror and the trauma of losing basically his family during the battle.
It took him another year before he could even use his magic again but quickly found it was different. Akin to wild magic, random negative effects would happen while trying to use his magic. Included with this was night terrors and dreams of the beast as well as something else that he cannot explain. Deep down it scares him that he might be consumed by this unknown magic and become a danger to others.
Through the next 5 years Ross would struggle with sleepless nights and whatever drugs he could use to try and sleep with the memories of those he lost and the shadow that seems to follow him. To try and pull himself out of this he has become somewhat of a specialist in the creature itself. Trying to find something that could make sense as to why he has this curse and what’s happening to him while also studying the lasting effects of the magic and influence even the corpse of the creature still holds over them.
This combined with his renewed effort to assist the OMR with their own issues. He was quickly promoted to field agent given his prior service and almost need to continue with something that can break his attention away from his curse.
All weapons and equipment must be registered: Ross uses three weapons one is a centuries old claymore sword that is engraved with multiple runes of warding and protection. The other two are pistols that use his mana to power and fire them. He does have a wand made of whale bone that assists with his magic casting.
Skills and Natural Abilities: > Strength and Endurance – Although he might be trapped in his human form Ross still has his former strength and endurance from his dragon form and uses this quite skillfully in combat and emergency situations. > Deep Mana Reserves – Again he still has access to some of his perks from being a dragon and when you’re born from magic you tend to have a lot of it flowing through your body. > Mana Sense – Ross has a keen sense of feeling abundant mana in the air. This helps him find items and people that may be magical or have some form of it on them. He cannot discern what kind of magic it is but can feel how old it might be. The only time he can is when it is related to the Eldritch Horror that cursed him in the first place. > Pilot – During his service in the RAF he was allowed to learn how to drive or pilot almost every vehicle in their arsenal. From tanks to motorbikes and gliders to capitol spaceships he is very well versed in effectively driving all kinds of motorized vehicles.
Magical Abilities:
> Dragons Breath – Even in his human form he can still produce a mighty blue flame out to 30 ft. from him. This flame can burn through almost anything except for things that are magically reinforced or made to be fireproof. His flame including most other types don’t hurt him very much. > Fire Affinity – he has an exceptionally good handle on magic pertaining to the production and control of fire-based magic. > Wild magic – Ever since his accident all his magic has an unstable element to it. Weather its backlash to himself or others while casting, an unintended event or change to the spell, an uncontrolled discharge during emotional outburst, or simply being unable to control his magic in the first place. Most changes to his magic are negative in some way when it does happen and are almost directly related to his recent trauma.
Likes and Dislikes:
+ Stories + New Food + Learning about new machines and technology + Meeting new people and beings + Drinking alcohol while reminiscing about the past + sitting in quiet places
- Night terrors - His curse - Overly loud people - Overly aggressive people - Bland food - Crowds
Miscellaneous Facts:
He still likes to make other people smile and likes to help. Good luck breaking through his tough exterior unless he already knows you. Occasionally he will use drugs or lots of alcohol to try and get through a night’s sleep. On one of his rare good days you might just catch him singing.
well this took me all day... I'm sure there is a discrepancy or two but ill have to fix it later. anyways enjoy.
Ullross “Ross” Vallath
Age: Looks to be about 40
Gender Identity: Cis Male
Species: Dragon - Cursed
Appearance: Ross is an older looking gentleman with a rough exterior and rather blunt personality. Normally wearing nicer but loose-fitting clothes and a heavy darker colored jacket. His height is above average, and his strong muscled frame holds many tattoos and scars. Most of the tattoos on his right arm are weapons of some kind towards his shoulder, past his right elbow are a myriad of different names with the occasional rune or symbol before or after them. There are a total of 24 names written on his right arm. His left arm looks more like a story of dragons and magic in ancient times. He keeps his sometimes-curly ginger hair and beard neat and shaved on the sides.
Eye Color: Gold
Height/Weight: 6’7” roughly 250 Lbs.
Hair Color: Ginger
Sexual Preference: bisexual
Personality: He always seems to have a stoic way about him with a more annoyed or agitated outlook on the world. The man in his past was cheerful and always the first to lend a hand. Although he still likes to help and has a soft spot for teaching other races, he is currently dealing with his past trauma and is distant and cold to people. Being more matter of fact and to the point he is still healing and trying to figure out how he can move forward. Even through this Ross is still very professional and if one is able to break through the formidable walls he has set up, one could learn a great deal from him as he is very old.
Agent of the OMR: Yes, Senior Field Agent. Was part of the OMR during the cold war but mostly spent his time in the Royal Air Force. Recent Prior Service > Royal Air Force. Rank > Captain. Service History > 20 years fighter pilot and squadron leader. Discharge Reason > Medical Honorable Discharge after the battle of the Shattering.
Reason to be chosen for the mission: Ross has become a researcher and specialist into occult studies related to the Abomination that shattered the moon. Given his prior military service, Past involvement with the OMR, and general cooperative nature with them it did not take him long to rise to the rank of senior field agent. For once Ross is looking forward to someone else taking charge of a team, this lets him do the detective work he likes to do.
> The Beginning Ross came to being inside the deep glacier lakes and cold mountains of the Scottish Highlands. The world at that time was chaotic with magical energies and great beasts. He survived and grew strong through his aquatic beginnings. Devouring sea creatures of the shallows and great depths, this allowed him to grow stronger and bigger through the ages. Flight wasn’t something on his priority list, but he knew he yearned for it.
He would continue to grow in strength and power for some time until finally being able to comprehend speech and the magic flowing through him. Soon he was even able to shift into the size of the mortal races that dotted the north. He settled on the likeness of a chieftain of the north men, strong, hardy, and wise. Even this likeness he would carry with him as he watched and explored the early beginnings of men and the gods they called upon.
> Primitive Roots Man had learned over many years how to manipulate and terraform the world around them. From mud huts to towering stone castles and walls. They were learning about themselves and the world quickly through magic and war. It almost seemed like they knew how to kill each other more than they knew how to love each other. In this time Ross was focusing on his own growth in growing his wings and flight ability while wandering from town to town spreading stories and knowledge of times past. Never staying in one place for long.
He kept to himself mostly, learning from men of all races and places in his travels. Even some deity’s and the odd dragon he was able to find and trade stories with. It was a time of expansion, a time of learning, and a time of war. It was a distasteful thing that he didn’t particularly like but dealt with it when he had to. The topic itself including its many strategies was something he simply brushed off. That was until the message.
The earth shattered, a mass signal sent from something that wasn’t from their world but reached us all the same. A message from a dying people or the warning from some great god. It was the same either way, the earth was in peril, his world was threatened. The technology of the age couldn’t do anything and most seemed to forget after some time. Ross did not forget. His protective nature forced him to do something he had never done, go to war to learn how to fight.
> Man, and their Machines The industrial age soon came to be, dwarves and humans working together to bring their industries to bear and bring their people into a new age. For Ross it almost seemed to happen overnight. These mortals were soon producing goods, medicine, cloth, and weapons at an outstanding rate. The development of complex moving machines increased their ability to spread across the world and in time shrink the horizon on what was possible and how far they could go.
Ross was fascinated with all the moving parts and sat through lectures and classes pertaining to the metal monstrosities these men were making. The elves and orcs didn’t seem too fond of the pollution and destruction brought on by these changes. Soon a balance was brought up by struggle and politics pushing for the replanting of forests and the distribution of products through the world. It was a troublesome point as the many races pushed back and forth with the nobility as resources were sparse in some places and abundant in others.
Many political shifts and civil wars broke out during this time as the people were worked too hard without food or breaks so that the upper classes could become fat and wealthy in their thrones. This again wasn’t something Ross particularly liked and instead spent most of his time assisting the dwarves and learning from them.
> A World at War With the new powers and expanding influence of the many countries war was inevitable. Trench warfare soon gripped Europe crisscrossing the once plentiful land with craters and death. Even the gods seemed to be at each other’s throats. The world of the mortals was quickly gaining speed at an unprecedented rate and was quickly showing signs of possibly even overthrowing some long-standing immortals in the realm of power and influence. Everyone seemed to be at uneasy place in their lives.
This type of warfare did not interest him but the inventions and creations going into them did. The mortals finally had flying machines. Fixed wing gliders, giant floating blimps, and armored tractors with cannons. The sudden development of such machines continued to anger the more natural races and gods this only seemed to fuel the fires of industry more. Until an uneasy peace was reached, and a nation surrendered.
During this time when Ross was not watching and occasionally helping the mortals build these machines, he was wandering through the country side. He witnessed a great many things from his travels. Walking or flying from place to place and getting to know the locals and their way of life. During this time he visited as far off places as china and japan before returning home. Traveling was a must for an immortal.
> Man Harnesses the Sun. It was definitely a shaky peace in the world of man. Countries continued to grow and set themselves into stone. More mass killings of people on all sides and the gradual destruction of the world through pollution and exploitation of resources and people. This short few centuries were not Ross’s favorite as through all of this he knew that thing was drawing ever closer to their world. This price the world had to pay was spent in blood and war. One thing he noticed was that war and the technology produced during it was growing every year.
This was something he figured out early on, the technology that he could see and its implications were growing and for him he saw a light during these dark times. A light that meant they might be able to fight this thing in space. This alone was enough of a push for him to join the ranks of the Royal Air Force. The thing that he saw the most growth in was the growing power and complexity behind airplanes. With his knowledge and power he signed up with the air force at the time. The political powers at the time wanted him on the front line but he refused and told them if they wanted his help and expertise at flying then that is what he would only be doing.
Even then it was only as a training instructor. Ross himself only flew a handful of combat missions but even this was towards the end of the war so that he could see the power of these Jet engine fighters first hand. With the mortals harnessing the power of the sun in the form of a bomb changed everything almost overnight.
> A Slow Burn The war was over and a new type of war began. The world was broken and needed time to heal, mortals and gods gathered and judged for what had transpired during those dark days of the last war. Some killed others imprisoned for decades to come. In the end everyone got what they deserved either from their actions or inactions during the war.
It was at this time that that Ross was now learning how to fly the new jet powered aircraft that the now Royal Air force was using. The other initiative that started up at this time was the OMR. This new initiative intrigued him and he was assigned to a research and development team with a few other instructors. By this time his legacy as a fighter pilot instructor for the RAF was rather well known. Not too many immortals took part or interest in human development like he did.
During this time he would test and assist in the research of experimental aircraft and spacecraft. Being a dragon and having a high resistance to fire helped them by putting him in the more dangerous tests where others may have lost their life. This again was something he enjoyed. He could both help the mortals learn more and help teach them at the same time.
In truth he was afraid. He knew what was drawing closer and their time was running out.
> The End times It was picked up by long range satellites and foretold by seers of old when that thing was going to arrive. The day of reckoning, Ragnarök, Armageddon, Doomsday, Judgment day. In the end it’s all the same the world was once more at war but this time united for its continued survival. Angels and demons, gods and devils, mortal enemies joining together to fight off something that threatened them all. Ross was a part of the fleet that attacked the dam thing.
They couldn’t guess or speculate as to what they were going to be facing. Ross and his squadron of 24 small fighter craft where meant to intercept and engage any small craft that the abomination might use against them. With the dam thing coming alone as one massive organism their job shifted to destroying whatever it could use as offensive or defensive weapons. The mission of the strike craft from then on was to distract and disable what spike pods they could to allow the capitol ships time to engage the beast with their main weapons.
The team he had been training with for the past 8 years was made up of all sorts of races, primarily human but orcs, dwarves, and elves also filled the cockpits of the one to two man fighter craft. They grew to be a family, training and living in close quarters can do that to people. It was the closest he had ever felt for individual mortals.
The battle was intense and lasted many days, his squadron would continually provide supporting fire to specific parts of the beast, guide weapons and munitions to specific points, and unload their own ordinances countless times onto the beast. By the last day there were only 6 of them left and they still had one last run to make until they were out of ordinance and had to rearm again.
On this last run they were tasked with hitting one of its last eyes so the capitol ships could get more rounds off. His crew completed their mission but got caught up in a last minute attack from the beast. A barrage of spikes and tentacles sealed the fates of his last squadron mates and almost himself as well. One shot ripped through his shields and into his engine. He was able to get away but his ship still tore itself apart when the engine finally exploded.
All he could do was drift through space with an emergency responder and a chunk of a cursed barb in his abdomen. He watched as the beast was finally destroyed by the combined efforts of what remained of their fleet. In one last go the screaming finally stopped, a wave of magical energy was released from the beast as it died and the last of its energy was dispersed. The magic engulfed him for a moment and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembers is a blue haired android carrying him into an airlock, saving his life.
> After the fall He woke up a month later at a hospital. His human form took time to heal and he needed to shift back into his dragon form to heal faster. This was when he realized that he could not shift back, nothing he did worked. No magic healer, psychiatrist, or doctor could explain why he couldn’t shift back. The only thing they could think of was it had to do with the eldritch horror and the trauma of losing basically his family during the battle.
It took him another year before he could even use his magic again but quickly found it was different. Akin to wild magic, random negative effects would happen while trying to use his magic. Included with this was night terrors and dreams of the beast as well as something else that he cannot explain. Deep down it scares him that he might be consumed by this unknown magic and become a danger to others.
Through the next 5 years Ross would struggle with sleepless nights and whatever drugs he could use to try and sleep with the memories of those he lost and the shadow that seems to follow him. To try and pull himself out of this he has become somewhat of a specialist in the creature itself. Trying to find something that could make sense as to why he has this curse and what’s happening to him while also studying the lasting effects of the magic and influence even the corpse of the creature still holds over them.
This combined with his renewed effort to assist the OMR with their own issues. He was quickly promoted to field agent given his prior service and almost need to continue with something that can break his attention away from his curse.
All weapons and equipment must be registered: Ross uses three weapons one is a centuries old claymore sword that is engraved with multiple runes of warding and protection. The other two are pistols that use his mana to power and fire them. He does have a wand made of whale bone that assists with his magic casting.
Skills and Natural Abilities: > Strength and Endurance – Although he might be trapped in his human form Ross still has his former strength and endurance from his dragon form and uses this quite skillfully in combat and emergency situations. > Deep Mana Reserves – Again he still has access to some of his perks from being a dragon and when you’re born from magic you tend to have a lot of it flowing through your body. > Mana Sense – Ross has a keen sense of feeling abundant mana in the air. This helps him find items and people that may be magical or have some form of it on them. He cannot discern what kind of magic it is but can feel how old it might be. The only time he can is when it is related to the Eldritch Horror that cursed him in the first place. > Pilot – During his service in the Royal Navy he was allowed to learn how to drive or pilot almost every vehicle in their arsenal. From tanks to motorbikes and gliders to capitol spaceships he is very well versed in effectively driving all kinds of motorized vehicles.
Magical Abilities:
> Dragons Breath – Even in his human form he can still produce a mighty blue flame out to 30 ft. from him. This flame can burn through almost anything except for things that are magically reinforced or made to be fireproof. His flame including most other types don’t hurt him very much. > Fire Affinity – he has an exceptionally good handle on magic pertaining to the production and control of fire-based magic. > Wild magic – Ever since his accident all his magic has an unstable element to it. Weather its backlash to himself or others while casting, an unintended event or change to the spell, an uncontrolled discharge during emotional outburst, or simply being unable to control his magic in the first place. Most changes to his magic are negative in some way when it does happen and are almost directly related to his recent trauma.
Likes and Dislikes:
+ Stories + New Food + Learning about new machines and technology + Meeting new people and beings + Drinking alcohol while reminiscing about the past + sitting in quiet places
- Night terrors - His curse - Overly loud people - Overly aggressive people - Bland food - Crowds
Miscellaneous Facts:
He still likes to make other people smile and likes to help. Good luck breaking through his tough exterior unless he already knows you. Occasionally he will use drugs or lots of alcohol to try and get through a night’s sleep. On one of his rare good days you might just catch him singing.
Appearance: Ross is an older looking gentleman with a rough exterior and rather blunt personality. Normally wearing nicer but loose-fitting clothes and a heavy darker colored jacket. His height is above average, and his strong muscled frame holds many tattoos and scars. Most of the tattoos on his right arm are weapons of some kind towards his shoulder, past his right elbow are a myriad of different names with the occasional rune or symbol before or after them. There are a total of 24 names written on his right arm. His left arm looks more like a story of dragons and magic in ancient times. He keeps his sometimes-curly ginger hair and beard neat and shaved on the sides.
Eye Color: Gold
Height/Weight: 6’7” roughly 250 Lbs.
Hair Color: Ginger
Sexual Preference: bisexual
Personality: He always seems to have a stoic way about him with a more annoyed or agitated outlook on the world. The man in his past was cheerful and always the first to lend a hand. Although he still likes to help and has a soft spot for teaching other races, he is currently dealing with his past trauma and is distant and cold to people. Being more matter of fact and to the point he is still healing and trying to figure out how he can move forward. Even through this Ross is still very professional and if one is able to break through the formidable walls he has set up, one could learn a great deal from him as he is very old.
Agent of the OMR: Yes, Senior Field Agent. Was part of the OMR during the cold war but mostly spent his time in the Royal Air Force. Recent Prior Service > Royal Air Force. Rank > Captain. Service History > 20 years fighter pilot and squadron leader. Discharge Reason > Medical Honorable Discharge after the battle of the Shattering.
Reason to be chosen for the mission: Ross has become a researcher and specialist into occult studies related to the Abomination that shattered the moon. Given his prior military service, Past involvement with the OMR, and general cooperative nature with them it did not take him long to rise to the rank of senior field agent. For once Ross is looking forward to someone else taking charge of a team, this lets him do the detective work he likes to do.
> The Beginning Ross came to being inside the deep glacier lakes and cold mountains of the Scottish Highlands. The world at that time was chaotic with magical energies and great beasts. He survived and grew strong through his aquatic beginnings. Devouring sea creatures of the shallows and great depths, this allowed him to grow stronger and bigger through the ages. Flight wasn’t something on his priority list, but he knew he yearned for it.
He would continue to grow in strength and power for some time until finally being able to comprehend speech and the magic flowing through him. Soon he was even able to shift into the size of the mortal races that dotted the north. He settled on the likeness of a chieftain of the north men, strong, hardy, and wise. Even this likeness he would carry with him as he watched and explored the early beginnings of men and the gods they called upon.
> Primitive Roots Man had learned over many years how to manipulate and terraform the world around them. From mud huts to towering stone castles and walls. They were learning about themselves and the world quickly through magic and war. It almost seemed like they knew how to kill each other more than they knew how to love each other. In this time Ross was focusing on his own growth in growing his wings and flight ability while wandering from town to town spreading stories and knowledge of times past. Never staying in one place for long.
He kept to himself mostly, learning from men of all races and places in his travels. Even some deity’s and the odd dragon he was able to find and trade stories with. It was a time of expansion, a time of learning, and a time of war. It was a distasteful thing that he didn’t particularly like but dealt with it when he had to. The topic itself including its many strategies was something he simply brushed off. That was until the message.
The earth shattered, a mass signal sent from something that wasn’t from their world but reached us all the same. A message from a dying people or the warning from some great god. It was the same either way, the earth was in peril, his world was threatened. The technology of the age couldn’t do anything and most seemed to forget after some time. Ross did not forget. His protective nature forced him to do something he had never done, go to war to learn how to fight.
> Man, and their Machines The industrial age soon came to be, dwarves and humans working together to bring their industries to bear and bring their people into a new age. For Ross it almost seemed to happen overnight. These mortals were soon producing goods, medicine, cloth, and weapons at an outstanding rate. The development of complex moving machines increased their ability to spread across the world and in time shrink the horizon on what was possible and how far they could go.
Ross was fascinated with all the moving parts and sat through lectures and classes pertaining to the metal monstrosities these men were making. The elves and orcs didn’t seem too fond of the pollution and destruction brought on by these changes. Soon a balance was brought up by struggle and politics pushing for the replanting of forests and the distribution of products through the world. It was a troublesome point as the many races pushed back and forth with the nobility as resources were sparse in some places and abundant in others.
Many political shifts and civil wars broke out during this time as the people were worked too hard without food or breaks so that the upper classes could become fat and wealthy in their thrones. This again wasn’t something Ross particularly liked and instead spent most of his time assisting the dwarves and learning from them.
> A World at War With the new powers and expanding influence of the many countries war was inevitable. Trench warfare soon gripped Europe crisscrossing the once plentiful land with craters and death. Even the gods seemed to be at each other’s throats. The world of the mortals was quickly gaining speed at an unprecedented rate and was quickly showing signs of possibly even overthrowing some long-standing immortals in the realm of power and influence. Everyone seemed to be at uneasy place in their lives.
This type of warfare did not interest him but the inventions and creations going into them did. The mortals finally had flying machines. Fixed wing gliders, giant floating blimps, and armored tractors with cannons. The sudden development of such machines continued to anger the more natural races and gods this only seemed to fuel the fires of industry more. Until an uneasy peace was reached, and a nation surrendered.
During this time when Ross was not watching and occasionally helping the mortals build these machines, he was wandering through the country side. He witnessed a great many things from his travels. Walking or flying from place to place and getting to know the locals and their way of life. During this time he visited as far off places as china and japan before returning home. Traveling was a must for an immortal.
> Man Harnesses the Sun. It was definitely a shaky peace in the world of man. Countries continued to grow and set themselves into stone. More mass killings of people on all sides and the gradual destruction of the world through pollution and exploitation of resources and people. This short few centuries were not Ross’s favorite as through all of this he knew that thing was drawing ever closer to their world. This price the world had to pay was spent in blood and war. One thing he noticed was that war and the technology produced during it was growing every year.
This was something he figured out early on, the technology that he could see and its implications were growing and for him he saw a light during these dark times. A light that meant they might be able to fight this thing in space. This alone was enough of a push for him to join the ranks of the Royal Air Force. The thing that he saw the most growth in was the growing power and complexity behind airplanes. With his knowledge and power he signed up with the air force at the time. The political powers at the time wanted him on the front line but he refused and told them if they wanted his help and expertise at flying then that is what he would only be doing.
Even then it was only as a training instructor. Ross himself only flew a handful of combat missions but even this was towards the end of the war so that he could see the power of these Jet engine fighters first hand. With the mortals harnessing the power of the sun in the form of a bomb changed everything almost overnight.
> A Slow Burn The war was over and a new type of war began. The world was broken and needed time to heal, mortals and gods gathered and judged for what had transpired during those dark days of the last war. Some killed others imprisoned for decades to come. In the end everyone got what they deserved either from their actions or inactions during the war.
It was at this time that that Ross was now learning how to fly the new jet powered aircraft that the now Royal Air force was using. The other initiative that started up at this time was the OMR. This new initiative intrigued him and he was assigned to a research and development team with a few other instructors. By this time his legacy as a fighter pilot instructor for the RAF was rather well known. Not too many immortals took part or interest in human development like he did.
During this time he would test and assist in the research of experimental aircraft and spacecraft. Being a dragon and having a high resistance to fire helped them by putting him in the more dangerous tests where others may have lost their life. This again was something he enjoyed. He could both help the mortals learn more and help teach them at the same time.
In truth he was afraid. He knew what was drawing closer and their time was running out.
> The End times It was picked up by long range satellites and foretold by seers of old when that thing was going to arrive. The day of reckoning, Ragnarök, Armageddon, Doomsday, Judgment day. In the end it’s all the same the world was once more at war but this time united for its continued survival. Angels and demons, gods and devils, mortal enemies joining together to fight off something that threatened them all. Ross was a part of the fleet that attacked the dam thing.
They couldn’t guess or speculate as to what they were going to be facing. Ross and his squadron of 24 small fighter craft where meant to intercept and engage any small craft that the abomination might use against them. With the dam thing coming alone as one massive organism their job shifted to destroying whatever it could use as offensive or defensive weapons. The mission of the strike craft from then on was to distract and disable what spike pods they could to allow the capitol ships time to engage the beast with their main weapons.
The team he had been training with for the past 8 years was made up of all sorts of races, primarily human but orcs, dwarves, and elves also filled the cockpits of the one to two man fighter craft. They grew to be a family, training and living in close quarters can do that to people. It was the closest he had ever felt for individual mortals.
The battle was intense and lasted many days, his squadron would continually provide supporting fire to specific parts of the beast, guide weapons and munitions to specific points, and unload their own ordinances countless times onto the beast. By the last day there were only 6 of them left and they still had one last run to make until they were out of ordinance and had to rearm again.
On this last run they were tasked with hitting one of its last eyes so the capitol ships could get more rounds off. His crew completed their mission but got caught up in a last minute attack from the beast. A barrage of spikes and tentacles sealed the fates of his last squadron mates and almost himself as well. One shot ripped through his shields and into his engine. He was able to get away but his ship still tore itself apart when the engine finally exploded.
All he could do was drift through space with an emergency responder and a chunk of a cursed barb in his abdomen. He watched as the beast was finally destroyed by the combined efforts of what remained of their fleet. In one last go the screaming finally stopped, a wave of magical energy was released from the beast as it died and the last of its energy was dispersed. The magic engulfed him for a moment and he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembers is a blue haired android carrying him into an airlock, saving his life.
> After the fall He woke up a month later at a hospital. His human form took time to heal and he needed to shift back into his dragon form to heal faster. This was when he realized that he could not shift back, nothing he did worked. No magic healer, psychiatrist, or doctor could explain why he couldn’t shift back. The only thing they could think of was it had to do with the eldritch horror and the trauma of losing basically his family during the battle.
It took him another year before he could even use his magic again but quickly found it was different. Akin to wild magic, random negative effects would happen while trying to use his magic. Included with this was night terrors and dreams of the beast as well as something else that he cannot explain. Deep down it scares him that he might be consumed by this unknown magic and become a danger to others.
Through the next 5 years Ross would struggle with sleepless nights and whatever drugs he could use to try and sleep with the memories of those he lost and the shadow that seems to follow him. To try and pull himself out of this he has become somewhat of a specialist in the creature itself. Trying to find something that could make sense as to why he has this curse and what’s happening to him while also studying the lasting effects of the magic and influence even the corpse of the creature still holds over them.
This combined with his renewed effort to assist the OMR with their own issues. He was quickly promoted to field agent given his prior service and almost need to continue with something that can break his attention away from his curse.
All weapons and equipment must be registered: Ross uses three weapons one is a centuries old claymore sword that is engraved with multiple runes of warding and protection. The other two are pistols that use his mana to power and fire them. He does have a wand made of whale bone that assists with his magic casting.
Skills and Natural Abilities: > Strength and Endurance – Although he might be trapped in his human form Ross still has his former strength and endurance from his dragon form and uses this quite skillfully in combat and emergency situations. > Deep Mana Reserves – Again he still has access to some of his perks from being a dragon and when you’re born from magic you tend to have a lot of it flowing through your body. > Mana Sense – Ross has a keen sense of feeling abundant mana in the air. This helps him find items and people that may be magical or have some form of it on them. He cannot discern what kind of magic it is but can feel how old it might be. The only time he can is when it is related to the Eldritch Horror that cursed him in the first place. > Pilot – During his service in the Royal Navy he was allowed to learn how to drive or pilot almost every vehicle in their arsenal. From tanks to motorbikes and gliders to capitol spaceships he is very well versed in effectively driving all kinds of motorized vehicles.
Magical Abilities:
> Dragons Breath – Even in his human form he can still produce a mighty blue flame out to 30 ft. from him. This flame can burn through almost anything except for things that are magically reinforced or made to be fireproof. His flame including most other types don’t hurt him very much. > Fire Affinity – he has an exceptionally good handle on magic pertaining to the production and control of fire-based magic. > Wild magic – Ever since his accident all his magic has an unstable element to it. Weather its backlash to himself or others while casting, an unintended event or change to the spell, an uncontrolled discharge during emotional outburst, or simply being unable to control his magic in the first place. Most changes to his magic are negative in some way when it does happen and are almost directly related to his recent trauma.
Likes and Dislikes:
+ Stories + New Food + Learning about new machines and technology + Meeting new people and beings + Drinking alcohol while reminiscing about the past + sitting in quiet places
- Night terrors - His curse - Overly loud people - Overly aggressive people - Bland food - Crowds
Miscellaneous Facts:
He still likes to make other people smile and likes to help. Good luck breaking through his tough exterior unless he already knows you. Occasionally he will use drugs or lots of alcohol to try and get through a night’s sleep. On one of his rare good days you might just catch him singing.
A quick but easy shot, most high ranking grunts were taught how to target the weak points on human vehicles. Their engines were always exposed, even a well-placed grenade or plasma shot from a pistol had the ability to take out an engine or disable it for long enough to cause enough damage. The grunt kept his guard up and his weapon on his shoulder as the pelican came to a stop. More humans rushed out of it including their target.
What seemed like blind fire forced him back into cover behind some crates as their commander fled. He was trying to use himself as bait so that the other humans could get free of the area. Smart, this human tactic he had seen been used before but it was futile as the fleet was quick to intercept the fleeing civilian transport. Grik was not sure if it would be the same here.
There was still small arms fire in the area making it loud and distracting for the most part. That combined with the man yelling and the other elite fighting with another rebel made a good distraction from the back line where Grikgar had been hiding. He could see that the man intended to kill himself in order to get what he wants and that would mean that the mission overall would be a failure. The Unggoy ultra was determined not going to let that happen.
One thing he quickly realized during his service was that no one expect a grunt to be much of a threat. This alone got him through more than a few close encounters with death. In this moment with all the distractions he knew what he could do. Quickly he dropped all of his ammunition and weapons except for his knife and activated his cloaking while still hiding behind the crate. He was well aware that this human could possibly have some sense of motion tracking but he took his helmet off, still charging or going around the crates wasn’t a viable option for him.
Instead Grik moved quickly along the wall to the edge of the platform and dropped carefully over the ledge. This was going to be tricky he was well aware but one thing grunts where always good at was climbing even across smooth surfaces. With this and the distraction of the sounds of battle and the elite fighting the other humans Grikgar quickly but quietly maneuvered himself around the edge with the aid of his cloaking. Making his movements coincide with the sounds around them.
The Unggoy would continue this until he was effectively right behind the human. He would let the others know he was in position by flicking the responder tag on their IFF tag to green. The target wasn’t the human himself but the gun in his hand all Grik had to do was get his hands on the weapon and pointed away from the man even if it meant he would get hit in the grapple he was sure the others would be on him quickly.
The class ended rather quickly, Victor thought for sure that this class would just drag on and on yet it did not. Letting them keep the hand held for the day could be troublesome. All one had to do was ‘accidentally’ press the call button and it would make all the radios on the channel chime off. He knew it was to pull everyone’s attention to the radio when they were trying to reach someone or had an urgent message. This could be used once or twice to call attention to the other nobles but victor wasn’t sure if he wanted to mess with them just yet.
Perhaps he confused his counterparts enough with his reply on the radio. He still didn’t comprehend a thing about how it worked from one radio to the next but he had to go through several crash courses on how to talk and operate a radio. It definitely proved to be an important piece of equipment while working with a team during an operation.
The 15 minute break between classes was nice but he wasn’t all that interested in checking up with Salem. There hadn’t been any explosions, police activity, or emergency crews in the area so he figured the boy must be doing alright. They could talk about their day later towards the morning to recap what both of them learned. At least he was well aware of what his next class should consist of and were it was located.
Stepping up to the fighting area he had spent a great deal of time here already. Either training or coming in after class to help clean the area to make up for his past blunders when he first arrived. He still had to thank the princess later this morning for getting him on the right path. Too bad it seems that it takes near death experiences to, as Salem calls it, get his head out of his ass. With a deep breath the count proceeded into his next class room.
a peaceful view >> Early bird /// Day 2 // Night > Morning
Gird had spent the night watching the stars, he had done this before and realized that he could make out some patterns in them. Some patterns could even be made out to look like some of the animals or parts of them. One pattern that looked to him like the horn from the rabbits was out towards the west and the cave they started from. He could make out something that could be interpreted as a wolf from the east. Another pattern that he could make out was what looked like a tree with its branches pointing toward the horizon in the south. The last thing he could make out was an eye with a red star in the middle towards the north.
The thought made him shiver as it reminded him of the legendary beast from earlier. Gird spent a little more time watching the tree line and occasionally could see a predator or two lurking in the shadows. It was very likely that they had followed their scent but didn’t want to push too much closer towards them, safety in numbers maybe. The hobgoblin was quick to find a comfortable spot out of the slight breeze and fell asleep.
================================ the next day ==========================
Gird woke up with a yawn and a stretch as the morning sun warmed his skin. At first he thought it might be a bit hazy but soon realized that his far sighted days were over until he found something to counter his night vision. O well can’t have everything. The hobgoblin made his way down from his perch and sought out the meat he had buried the other day. By its smell he knew it had gone bad once he dug it up. The ground must have sped up the decomposition process or maybe it was because he buried the bats with their skin and insides.
The taste of the meat made him grimace but he forced it down. With a slightly upset stomach he stretched some more and headed out towards the front of the church. He could hear a few others beginning to stir inside and was happy to see his friend outside. “Sleep well? The stars are brilliant at night with this new eye sight but a bit hazy during the day.” He commented and looked around. Wanting to get an early start he looked to Luz and spoke, “so where do you want to head off to today? You said something about the snakes to the south right?”
Summary:@Jangel13Gird slept outside and found shapes in the stars. Could see movement at the tree line but it didn’t push up to the church. Woke up and ate the bat meat that had gone bad from what he buried the day before. Found @demonspade64Luz and is now wondering where she wants to go.
Victor sat back and listened to the others. Honestly he only knew a few things about how the radio worked and a bit more about how to talk on one, but was mostly in this class to learn about the cellular device in his hand and what this internet email is all about. The only other thing he was interested in is how they used spiders in the computer and how they used a web spanning the world without it being seen. A sticky situation for sure, at least he liked spiders.
The professor handed all of the student’s radios and had them split up away from each other. Benjamin spoke first with Amaris right behind him, the others in their group seemed hesitant to speak into the strange contraption. The awkwardness in how they looked and handled the thing made him smile. Even if he was the one to be awkward with it he would still find it funny.
He could hear the jumbled mess of the other group and sighed. He brought the radio up stopping a few inches from his face and pressed the talk button. “Victor to Benjamin, be sure to keep the radio an inch or two away from your face when you speak, how copy? Over.” his smile didn’t fade but he tried to trip the other count up with the radio procedures he has used before when working with the council.
Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.
Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.<br><br>Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.</div>
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