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Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The rest of the day went along in a smooth manner for the count. Taking a chunk out of his lunch break he stayed at the arena to observe the advanced fighting classes. However, he was unable to get the instructor to tell him how he pissed off that duke. Victor took the rest of his lunch time to reflect on the day so far in a secluded portion of the campus while trying to enjoy what he had left in his flask. It wasn’t until the second half of the day when he felt truly enlightened by the interesting classes that were myth and mystery: Lycanthrope and myth and mystery: the originals. These classes definitely left an impression on the young count and he found himself looking forward to it next evening.

Now that classes were over for the day he could only wonder what he was to do for the rest of the morning. He knew he still had a few hours left until the sun rose in the sky once more. At least he knew that Salem stayed out of trouble for the most part as nothing was burning down and no one came out to get him for an emergency, perhaps the rest of the morning will be just as uneventful and peaceful.

Victor stood just outside one of the buildings watching the comings and goings of the other students while he fidgeted with something in his pocket only for him to realize he had a radio. Pulling it from his jacket he could see at some point he cracked the screen slightly but otherwise it was working. At least he was familiar enough with this to know that the battery was only down by one bar out of four. Pressing the talk button on the radio and holding for a couple seconds he spoke.

“Victor to Ben, you still trying to figure out how the radio works? Over.”

The count hoped that his fellow count had forgotten he had the thing on him and he may be able to drive the man crazy if even make him jump a little. Perhaps he would get that response from Amaris they were all on the same channel or at least supposed to be, then again she could still be inside the building as he hadn’t seen her come out yet. Pushing himself off the wall Victor walked into the hustle and bustle of the fellow students, surprisingly in a good mood.

@Bert Macklin@WeepingLiberty

Scorched Earth

@TheMerlin swapped sides at the beginning of the war from an old honor driven clan possibly.

Scorched Earth

@TheMerlin I was thinking possibly a mage that is a defector from the Vaim empire never liked useing slaves in the first place and doesnt agree with the empires politics.

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: heart of the beast

Grik held his fire for what seemed like an eternity. The vines were thrashing more and more and Tar was still within the blast radius of the fuel rod. He knew he couldn’t fire prematurely that would cause serious damage to Tar and the others but how much longer could they hold back the ever approaching vines.

Hearing a cacophony of noises behind him made him glance back only to see a wall of vines surging towards them. The sight of it reminded him of his encounters with the Parasite. That was a creature that he very much wished never to encounter again. It seemed the plant was trying its best to get rid of something that was stuck in its throat as it continued to thrash and lash out.

That’s when he saw it loose its grip on tar as she was pulled back up. Grik didn’t need to hear the order to fire. The moment they were out of the blast radius he squeezed off two rounds with mere seconds in between each shot to make sure they wouldn’t collide. If they found its mark at the middle and top of the bulb he was sure it would kill it. However, his comrades were still a bit close and may be hit with at least some of the heat from the explosive.

Scorched Earth

this looks fun

Halo: Aegis Team

Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: heart of the beast

The situation was begging to deteriorate. His idea didn’t seem to work like he had hopped and it would seem that violence was the only way to solve this issue yet again. Oh well survival of the fittest as the humans say. The large predatory plant at least wasn’t puffing out any more spores but was now emitting a sweet smell.

This was a trap everyone could tell. However, it was this things way of pulling in the local fauna and eating it. This was definitely an interesting creature. The stillness of the interior bulb room with its pit of acid and vines lining the entire room was a bit curious, Grik was wondering if its vine locomotion was similar to the lekgolo or the huragok in function, perhaps maybe some type of hydraulics with its one natural muscle fiber.

He was pulled from his thoughts as the new elite team member shot a vine next to him. With a shrug the Unggoy ultra was about to draw his pistols when he noticed tar slip down toward the bulb and everyone spring into action. So instead he pulled up his Fuel rod gun as Veil called out to him. “On it, could cause a cave in.” he called out to the comm’s as he lined up a shot that aimed for the top of the large bulb with two arcing shot’s. “Ready to fire.”

Halo: Aegis Team

@EliteCommander he could come in when the armor gets dropped off after we take out the aa gun

Of Blood and Magic

Victor Astorio

The girl could at least somewhat keep up with his movements so he could at least give her that. Her strikes however were less than satisfactory. He would stop her after every other punch and adjust her fist, her alignment, tell her how to angle and use her bodies’ momentum and leverage to her advantage.

By the end of it she at least seemed to be feeling better about striking another vampire and he would hope that next time she would be more comfortable and put more effort into it without holding herself back. With lunch quickly approaching the arena trainees quickly moved out of the area to continue with their school day.

Victor watched his training partner for a moment and furrowed his brow, “here.” He said reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small paper card. “this is my number, if you want me to build you a work out regime and help you with your fighting ability give me a call and we will set up a place to meet.” The large vampire began to put his clothes back on while he still watched her. “I work with humans and Vampires if you want your mage to join, the only thing this would cost you is a favor and your time.” He knew he was bad at acquiring the base currency that fuels their economy and is well aware that this one may not hold much for political strength now, but could be useful in the future.

After the girl left or decided to stick around Victor did decide to stick around the fighting ring. With a swig from his flask he smiled at his instructor, “if you don’t mind I’m going to stay and watch these ones fight for a bit.” He was still holding his flask while he spoke to Thomas with a small grin, “so how did you piss off that duke that got you here?” Victor did enjoy hearing stories from others and found he was the most relaxed and sociable with fellow fighters.

@Achronum

Star Wars: Shattered Galaxy Roleplay

Roak Vano Resol

Sleight of hand magic tricks, simple, entertaining, building blocks. Quite a few smaller children gathered round to watch and learn. Magic tricks designed to distract the viewer with one thing while the real trick was somewhere else. They laughed and smiled as did some of their parents that were watching the large man closely. He had a gentleness about him around the children that made them forget at least for a time where they were.

What he was teaching with most of him hidden in a dark cloak, were the building blocks for pick pockets and survival in city environments. He didn’t talk, not much only when explaining something he couldn’t with his hands. Games he had learned as a slave to better teach them the sleight of hand skills to survive. He hoped this would help them in the long run.

This wasn’t enough to set his mind at ease, he didn’t believe it would ever be enough to drown out the nightmares and memories. This helped but he couldn’t relax, not fully. His weapons always within arm’s reach and some seldom quick movements occasionally startling the young ones. He knew it would be some time before he could find peace.

The events that lead him here where still fresh in his mind, two months ago a job went sideways. His team was ambushed, set up by the Hutt that hired them because they were too efficient. He should have seen it coming but he was just as blind as the rest of them. When old man Resol gave the order for scorched earth they all knew what it meant. Retreat and scatter. No communications, no meet ups, no regrouping. It was one of their contingencies that meant they were compromised and would scatter only to regroup at home 1 galactic standard year later.

The Mandalorian wasn’t sure who all got out and he wouldn’t know until they regroup. He stole a ship and ran just like he was told too so that the clan may live on. Selling the ship once he arrived here likely wasn’t the best option, but he couldn’t be seen in that ship any longer. Now he has been wandering around this ship city for the last week trying to find something to do that wasn’t noticeable or would draw attention to him. He knew he wouldn’t be able to do this forever.

His thoughts were brought back to the present from an emergency alert through the ship. Alerts varied from one thing to another and could almost be easily forgotten but the children were watching the broad cast near him and pointed to it. Roak turned, his large cloak concealing his heavy frame and what lied beneath. The scene of what looked to be some pulled together raider crew that only marginally seemed to know what they were doing.

He knew what was about to happen and decided to distract the children with a ration tube. Giving it out to some of them and made sure they would share as panic began to make its way through the market place. None of the pirates looked to be professionals, gangster’s maybe or some remnant of a security force somewhere. The only thing standing out is the lightsaber bayonet fixed to their captain’s rifle. Now that was a weapon if it worked, even broken one could normally get a good price for them and it could help him get a new ship he otherwise would likely have to steal.

Urging the children and their parents to seek shelter and surveying the scene before him. Roak could see some gathering together to take back their ship while most seemed to start either hiding or running. There wasn’t much choice as it was. These people had been kind to him while he stayed here and the old man would not look kindly on him if he did not at least try to help. Maybe this would be a good time to get some of his anger out then.

Strategy could be important here. There weren’t many options to getting up to the bridge but it was mostly close quarters with the occasional long hall way. Perfect for him and perhaps these civilians could provide some good distractions at least. Going in quiet likely wasn’t going to work this time, the pirates would have at least set up checkpoints around the bridge access by now. No, likely going in loud was the best plan as other civilians may already be engaging them.

Making up his mind, the large Mandalorian stood to his 7’2” height and dropped his cloak. His heavy armor making him stand out not just for how imposing he was but also because of its configuration. With this he began walking in the direction of the bridge. Drawing his large Ryyk blade with his right hand and heavy pistol with the other. Moving at a quick pace but not running through the crowd. His attention drawn to a bar for a moment with the sound of a familiar voice but he had a job to do and couldn’t stop to chat.

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Grikgar /Grik/ Seeker

// Unggoy Ultra // Demolitions and Artillery // Location: Waiting in a cave

Grik watched and listened to the others talk about their new obstacle. A semi sentient plant was strange but he has also fought against a parasite that threatened the entire galaxy at one point. It seemed like everyone was a bit hesitant but Tar was certain that she had been in this area before and new of a shortcut that went through the cave system and possibly out to a good flanking position. At least carrying around your own methane supply meant that environmental hazards in the air were less likely to affect you.

The Unggoy approached a section of vine that held a flower, to him it almost looked like it could absorb nutrients through this. Being fully aware that the others had already warned not to get to close he decided to be cautious about approaching it. He did have an idea after all even if it was a bad one.

Pulling one of the small tubes of rations he had and slowly opened it. It was similar to the food nipple in covenant instillations but improved. More sugars and sweeteners were added with the help of the human cuisine. It essentially was a full days’ worth of nutrients in a tube at least for a grunt.

Grik had befriended several alien creatures before during down time on alien planets. It was hit and miss but sometimes it would be fun to do this. He was unsure of the result for this experiment with the knife in one hand ready to cut himself free Grik used the other one to pour the food stuff into the flower. If this didn’t help he would always be able to just use small portions of his explosives to burn their way through but he wouldn’t be an ultra if he wasn’t able to think outside the box and know that force wasn’t always the best option.