To be clear, Herriman is a lot more than just a tad bit overpowered compared to the rest of the characters. His animal skin alone means he only takes the damage you want him to take, since there are no limits or restrictions on what it can and can't block and how much. It's a Deus Ex Machina that can save him from anything you can't think up another counter for.
And then there's the magic. Which has no limit on how much he can use or what he can do with it. Based on what you describe in his bio, he could destroy a planet and still be within his "limits".
Next we have the shapeshifting. Which also has no defined limits. If he so wished, Herriman could make himself two hundred feet tall and just stomp anyone in the arena to death. Or get rid of his vital organs and weak spots by altering his interior biology to be more like that of the planarian worm.
Each of these alone would allow him to outclass every character he's fought thus far, but they're not why I brought this up. I brought it up because Dag PGed when he gave Herriman the speed boost. It doesn't matter what you think of in an arena setting if that thing isn't allowed for by your CS. If I had a character with super strength fighting a water monster, and thought of turning it to steam with fire breath, it does me no good whatsoever unless my character was accepted with that ability.
Put simply: You can't just make shit up on the spot because you're afraid your opponent might beat you.
If you want to use blessings, that should be a trait given to all the characters and their gods and specific blessings added to each CS, not made up on the spot to remove your only physical weakness, especially when you already outclass your opponent in every single other area.
And since you bring up receiving blessings to better match your opponent, does that mean Mifune should receive massive blessings in strength, durability, and magical powers? Because that's what it would take to even come close to "better matching" Herriman.
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Hey guys. *waves* So I've been following along since this started in the hopes that I'll be able to join in once real life allows, and I can't help but have a few concerns with Dag's latest post.
To start, Dag's character is already stronger than Drall's, and has a massive advantage in the areas of durability, adaptability, and ranged attacks (advantages that he also has over every other character in the RP), and now when he's faced with an opponent who would normally be much faster than himself (unless I'm mistaken, Mifune would have to move at more than 500 mph to achieve the effect stated in his bio), he randomly grants the character a speed boost in the form of a rune gift from his patron god (not something his bio says he can do, unless it's not in the character section). This speed boost apparently makes the stronger, massively more durable and adaptable, powerfully ranged character just as fast as the one focused solely on speed. Is that really gonna fly?
To start, Dag's character is already stronger than Drall's, and has a massive advantage in the areas of durability, adaptability, and ranged attacks (advantages that he also has over every other character in the RP), and now when he's faced with an opponent who would normally be much faster than himself (unless I'm mistaken, Mifune would have to move at more than 500 mph to achieve the effect stated in his bio), he randomly grants the character a speed boost in the form of a rune gift from his patron god (not something his bio says he can do, unless it's not in the character section). This speed boost apparently makes the stronger, massively more durable and adaptable, powerfully ranged character just as fast as the one focused solely on speed. Is that really gonna fly?
I went ahead and made a small edit to the end of the post because I realized nothing in it acknowledged Jocasta's input, so now there's at least a specific mention of it.
Vincent inhaled deeply as the chains fell from his body and slithered back to their respective owners, then extended and contracted his long fingers several times to get the circulation going again. Straightening his coat and schooling his face to an expression of unassailable calm, he let the others make their speeches and simply walked idly over to a window overlooking the temple grounds, sorting and cataloging all the goings on behind him as he did so. Beneath him, the embers of the temple glowed brightly in the night, small flames danced upon its ashes, and the once glorious structure was now little more than a smoldering ruin. And yet... Where were the guards and panicked townsfolk running for water? Where was the spreading of the flame to the temple's outlying buildings? Why had none of the nobles or guards even made mention of the destruction wrought on the coven's most important religious structure? Surely the sole charge would not be kidnapping for a group that also defiled holy ground. All of these things he had failed to notice in the haste of the escape and subsequent capture, but now... There was no sense in it. Vincent was quickly becoming certain that himself and the six others that had been called to remain had become the victims of an exceedingly potent illusion.
That, or the entirety of the coven save for the seven had been afflicted by an even greater spell, which would be an even larger cause for worry. Either way, this begat many more questions than it answered, chief among them being the role the viscountess played in the night's "festivities". If she had not seen the fire, what was the force that had driven her so hastily back to the gates of the temple? The nobles too, had been assembled and awaiting their arrival, and once again not one had mentioned the inferno that had engulfed the temple. There had been another catalyst for their assembly, that much was certain. Vincent had only to uncover what it was.
Turning back to the assembled nobles and his six compatriots, Vincent walked purposely back to the empty head of the table. Once there, his icily cool gaze swept slowly up one side of the table then back down the other, studying each of the nobles in turn as his eyes passed over them. A smattering of the faces that returned his gaze were attached to bodies clad in garments made for slumber, yet a larger majority were still in the attire they had worn less than an hour ago at the ceremony. The discrepancies would make it impossible to tell which of them had been expecting the summons and which had been called away from their prior activities. All this, in turn, conspired to make the viscountess the target of his initial inquiries.
"Viscountess, you accuse us of being discovered in the act of absconding with the priestess, yet you yourself, the discoverer of this alleged misdeed, only did so while rushing from the castle in your nightclothes. If it is not too bold of me to ask, what is it that prompted such an excursion in the middle of the night? Do you make a habit of frantically dashing about the grounds in your bedclothes?"
The viscountess looks apalled, offended at such an accusation. When had this become about her?! She made no sound at first, seemingly rejecting to be helpful, but after what seemed to be some internal dialogue, she crossed her arms and responded.
"I do not have a habit of, as you say, frantically dashing about the grounds in my bedclothes, Vincent D'Cerf," her voice seemed bladed when she prononuced Vincent's name, "I was actually looking for you and Giovanni to join us for the meeting we were having just prior to this. Of course, as soon as I found myself back at the temple, I couldn't help but make the assumptions that I did. You all seemed very suspicious. Who carries around an unconscious priestess? No one other than what I suspect are criminals."
Viola made no mention of the guard she brought with her, when she had first found the seven.
"And your guards?" Vincent had not missed the omission of their presence from her rebuttal. "Why was it that you were accompanied by enough guards to restrain no less than seven of our coven's notable members? Were we to be wrapped in chains and carted here regardless? I do not know the original intent of this gathering, but it seems to be just as nefarious as its current intent."
"You've made an irrational judgement, Vincent. I had brought nine guards, if you recall. Two took the priestess away. I had no idea how many of you there'd be, but I did not bring the guards to capture anyone. I merely brought them as protection. The coven, at night, is not friendly to our kind of people, what with those evil beggars planning to poison our every move. One cannot be too safe."
The viscountess took a breath, her well-executed breaths, and changed to the topic of their prior meeting.
"Anyways, Vincent, the meeting before was to discuss urgent matters. In case you have forgotten, this morning brought to use the massacre of four hunters. The Vilicus seem to be increasing its actions against us. We were discussing our plans on what to do next. I took the liberty of tracking Giovanni and yourself down to meet with us," she began to play a victim in this moment, "But if you didn't want to come, I guess I shouldn't have been so thoughtful as to search for you two. I mean, we were all curious as to why you hadn't shown up. Did you not hear of the meeting?"
"I can have no opinion on whether or not I wish to attend a meeting to which I was never invited, Viscountess, and even given your popularity with the beggars, nine guards is an excessive number."
"Wait a second!" rang a gruff voice. It was the Noble Herald, a stout man of older age, not blessed with the appearance of wealth and beauty as were some of the other nobles, other than his disguise of luxury given by his clothes.
"Don't think I'm not onto you, Vincent! Your keen wordplay does not affect me. I see what you're doing. You're attempting to get us off course! Only someone guilty would try to keep a verdict from being reached!"
Herald slammed his fists on the table, the remnants of his hair moving about in his fury. Sweat beads were apparent on his forehead. Why was the nobleman already so worked up? Was it his rage?
"Now answer the questions! What were you doing with the priestess?! Why had you stayed in the temple?! What did she tell you?! NOW!" His hand made motions to some of the guardsmen, in a showcase of power and intimidation.
Some of the other nobles reflected Herald's sudden outburst, and demanded the same from Vincent.
Vincent's gaze fell first on Herald, then on each of the nobles that had echoed his sentiments until the room was quiet once more.
"Very well. You wish answers, and I will give them. We were carrying the priestess out of the temple, which to our senses had been engulfed in a raging inferno by a man with scarred hands and a cloak concealing the remainder of his features. She had fallen unconscious after delivering to us a message, the contents of which are already known to all of you. We may or may not be pivotal in the future of our coven, as we have always been, and she followed that with a warning of future woes. Woes that she did not specify. As always, prophecy fails to deliver anything that is not already known."
Having finished, Vincent turned his gaze back on the viscountess.
"Which brings us to you, dear Viola, and your guards outside the temple. You were closest of any of those seated here. Can you honestly tell me you felt nothing of the magic that permeated the temple? Even now, I can feel the flows being crafted. It is not the raw power of the Occult that I feel, but the hand of a mortal weaving the threads."
Herald loudly sputtered, "Madness! Craziness! It's not to be believed!"
It took a moment but he finally spewed out, "Inconceivable! You, Vincent D'Cerf, are a madman! Your time locked away in darkness has plagued your mind, made it weak! Your words are nothing more than empty! That temple was not on fire! Look out the window! Even now, it stands in its glory! How dare you speak of such ill fate for the Occult, for our temple! And here, you also declare yourself to be pivotal to the coven?!"
Herald laughed and barked as a madman himself.
"You think you are better than us?! You are young! Foolish! I have seen many fools in my lifetime, but you, Vincent, are to be the king of them! What makes you think this? Perhaps an experiment gone awry has tainted your intellect."
Vincent turned his eyes on Herald once again, his face betraying nothing but calm poise. "Jocasta has already related a tale that supports my own, and every one of the other five that stand behind me will tell the same tale we..." He cut off abruptly at a noise from the entrance, and just then, Tanis entered the room to declare her news and Viola looked troubled in response. For once, she seemed to lack the words to say, but quickly, she recomposed herself.
Viola opened her mouth to speak, but in that moment, Herald spoke out again. He seemed to be sweating a lot more now. Perhaps his aggravation was overworking his body.
"Quiet, guardswoman! Yo-you are not the physicians! You have no claim!" Herald seemed more disheveled by the second. What was troubling him so?
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That, or the entirety of the coven save for the seven had been afflicted by an even greater spell, which would be an even larger cause for worry. Either way, this begat many more questions than it answered, chief among them being the role the viscountess played in the night's "festivities". If she had not seen the fire, what was the force that had driven her so hastily back to the gates of the temple? The nobles too, had been assembled and awaiting their arrival, and once again not one had mentioned the inferno that had engulfed the temple. There had been another catalyst for their assembly, that much was certain. Vincent had only to uncover what it was.
Turning back to the assembled nobles and his six compatriots, Vincent walked purposely back to the empty head of the table. Once there, his icily cool gaze swept slowly up one side of the table then back down the other, studying each of the nobles in turn as his eyes passed over them. A smattering of the faces that returned his gaze were attached to bodies clad in garments made for slumber, yet a larger majority were still in the attire they had worn less than an hour ago at the ceremony. The discrepancies would make it impossible to tell which of them had been expecting the summons and which had been called away from their prior activities. All this, in turn, conspired to make the viscountess the target of his initial inquiries.
"Viscountess, you accuse us of being discovered in the act of absconding with the priestess, yet you yourself, the discoverer of this alleged misdeed, only did so while rushing from the castle in your nightclothes. If it is not too bold of me to ask, what is it that prompted such an excursion in the middle of the night? Do you make a habit of frantically dashing about the grounds in your bedclothes?"
The viscountess looks apalled, offended at such an accusation. When had this become about her?! She made no sound at first, seemingly rejecting to be helpful, but after what seemed to be some internal dialogue, she crossed her arms and responded.
"I do not have a habit of, as you say, frantically dashing about the grounds in my bedclothes, Vincent D'Cerf," her voice seemed bladed when she prononuced Vincent's name, "I was actually looking for you and Giovanni to join us for the meeting we were having just prior to this. Of course, as soon as I found myself back at the temple, I couldn't help but make the assumptions that I did. You all seemed very suspicious. Who carries around an unconscious priestess? No one other than what I suspect are criminals."
Viola made no mention of the guard she brought with her, when she had first found the seven.
"And your guards?" Vincent had not missed the omission of their presence from her rebuttal. "Why was it that you were accompanied by enough guards to restrain no less than seven of our coven's notable members? Were we to be wrapped in chains and carted here regardless? I do not know the original intent of this gathering, but it seems to be just as nefarious as its current intent."
"You've made an irrational judgement, Vincent. I had brought nine guards, if you recall. Two took the priestess away. I had no idea how many of you there'd be, but I did not bring the guards to capture anyone. I merely brought them as protection. The coven, at night, is not friendly to our kind of people, what with those evil beggars planning to poison our every move. One cannot be too safe."
The viscountess took a breath, her well-executed breaths, and changed to the topic of their prior meeting.
"Anyways, Vincent, the meeting before was to discuss urgent matters. In case you have forgotten, this morning brought to use the massacre of four hunters. The Vilicus seem to be increasing its actions against us. We were discussing our plans on what to do next. I took the liberty of tracking Giovanni and yourself down to meet with us," she began to play a victim in this moment, "But if you didn't want to come, I guess I shouldn't have been so thoughtful as to search for you two. I mean, we were all curious as to why you hadn't shown up. Did you not hear of the meeting?"
"I can have no opinion on whether or not I wish to attend a meeting to which I was never invited, Viscountess, and even given your popularity with the beggars, nine guards is an excessive number."
"Wait a second!" rang a gruff voice. It was the Noble Herald, a stout man of older age, not blessed with the appearance of wealth and beauty as were some of the other nobles, other than his disguise of luxury given by his clothes.
"Don't think I'm not onto you, Vincent! Your keen wordplay does not affect me. I see what you're doing. You're attempting to get us off course! Only someone guilty would try to keep a verdict from being reached!"
Herald slammed his fists on the table, the remnants of his hair moving about in his fury. Sweat beads were apparent on his forehead. Why was the nobleman already so worked up? Was it his rage?
"Now answer the questions! What were you doing with the priestess?! Why had you stayed in the temple?! What did she tell you?! NOW!" His hand made motions to some of the guardsmen, in a showcase of power and intimidation.
Some of the other nobles reflected Herald's sudden outburst, and demanded the same from Vincent.
Vincent's gaze fell first on Herald, then on each of the nobles that had echoed his sentiments until the room was quiet once more.
"Very well. You wish answers, and I will give them. We were carrying the priestess out of the temple, which to our senses had been engulfed in a raging inferno by a man with scarred hands and a cloak concealing the remainder of his features. She had fallen unconscious after delivering to us a message, the contents of which are already known to all of you. We may or may not be pivotal in the future of our coven, as we have always been, and she followed that with a warning of future woes. Woes that she did not specify. As always, prophecy fails to deliver anything that is not already known."
Having finished, Vincent turned his gaze back on the viscountess.
"Which brings us to you, dear Viola, and your guards outside the temple. You were closest of any of those seated here. Can you honestly tell me you felt nothing of the magic that permeated the temple? Even now, I can feel the flows being crafted. It is not the raw power of the Occult that I feel, but the hand of a mortal weaving the threads."
Herald loudly sputtered, "Madness! Craziness! It's not to be believed!"
It took a moment but he finally spewed out, "Inconceivable! You, Vincent D'Cerf, are a madman! Your time locked away in darkness has plagued your mind, made it weak! Your words are nothing more than empty! That temple was not on fire! Look out the window! Even now, it stands in its glory! How dare you speak of such ill fate for the Occult, for our temple! And here, you also declare yourself to be pivotal to the coven?!"
Herald laughed and barked as a madman himself.
"You think you are better than us?! You are young! Foolish! I have seen many fools in my lifetime, but you, Vincent, are to be the king of them! What makes you think this? Perhaps an experiment gone awry has tainted your intellect."
Vincent turned his eyes on Herald once again, his face betraying nothing but calm poise. "Jocasta has already related a tale that supports my own, and every one of the other five that stand behind me will tell the same tale we..." He cut off abruptly at a noise from the entrance, and just then, Tanis entered the room to declare her news and Viola looked troubled in response. For once, she seemed to lack the words to say, but quickly, she recomposed herself.
Viola opened her mouth to speak, but in that moment, Herald spoke out again. He seemed to be sweating a lot more now. Perhaps his aggravation was overworking his body.
"Quiet, guardswoman! Yo-you are not the physicians! You have no claim!" Herald seemed more disheveled by the second. What was troubling him so?
With the blade still embedded in her shoulder, he pulled it downward as he dropped below the sweep of her blade, letting it pass harmlessly above his head. At the least, the downward motion of his blade would likely sever nearly every tendon in the shoulder, leaving only those above the original wound, and make the arm a bonafide liability, rather than simply useless.
This motion also had the beneficial effect of allowing the incoming fireball to pass harmlessly overhead and detonate somewhere on the mountainside behind him and too far away to make a difference. Planting his left hand in the water surrounding both himself and the young dragoness, Arthur released a second torrent of electrical current and sent it straight to the young woman's heart. The attack held enough current to paralyze the muscle outright, though he also spared some power for the rest of her body in an attempt to render her entirely immobile while she died. There was no telling what kind of damage she might be able to do by flailing about in her final moments.
This motion also had the beneficial effect of allowing the incoming fireball to pass harmlessly overhead and detonate somewhere on the mountainside behind him and too far away to make a difference. Planting his left hand in the water surrounding both himself and the young dragoness, Arthur released a second torrent of electrical current and sent it straight to the young woman's heart. The attack held enough current to paralyze the muscle outright, though he also spared some power for the rest of her body in an attempt to render her entirely immobile while she died. There was no telling what kind of damage she might be able to do by flailing about in her final moments.
Ahven could feel the human half of his mind being drawn to agree with the words of the beast before him, could feel the subtle cadence of acceptance being drummed into his psyche by the words and the power they held. In the end, it mattered little. The dark parts of his mind, the parts where his power lived and where the most vile cravings of his darker half spawned, those parts rejected the alluring cadence of the words and their power. Recoiled and drove themselves against the corrupting influence in a battle that was over before it could even truly begin. Such was the result when the man that loved reason and beauty and life in him was forced to wage a never ending war with the demon that craved death and destruction and chaos. Neither side was willing to give ground, and so the intruder was cast out viciously by both.
"Tell me, beast, do your parlor tricks usually work on your fellows?"
As he stood awaiting the response, he allowed a fraction of his power to begin bleeding into the pistol that he gripped, replenishing the energy expended in his first attack.
"Tell me, beast, do your parlor tricks usually work on your fellows?"
As he stood awaiting the response, he allowed a fraction of his power to begin bleeding into the pistol that he gripped, replenishing the energy expended in his first attack.
Here's a titanpad link for those who may want to do a collab. I'll be hanging about in there for most of the night probably (which is to say, the next 3 or so hours).
https://titanpad.com/nB6kVOXKFZ
https://titanpad.com/nB6kVOXKFZ
Ok. What about equipment? Would we be able to have the same stuff we could realistically get our hands on?
Also: Health. Chronic diseases that would essentially mean auto-death in months. Could we take those out of the equation for ourselves in this? Or at least reduce their severity?
Also: Health. Chronic diseases that would essentially mean auto-death in months. Could we take those out of the equation for ourselves in this? Or at least reduce their severity?
If we'd be writing ourselves, would our backstories start where we are now (or in the general area around us), then we somehow find our way to the location where the RP actually starts?
Yeah. An enhanced human with a gun that fires multiple kinds of specialty bullets is a lot more powerful than a well-trained normal human in excellent physical condition, and one of those can easily hit tier 3.
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