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Well, might as well. Nothing to lose. With and without the specs.
Ey ah, boss, eh, dis ain't dun yet. Characters I have planned so far are a member of the TLF and some kind of big game hunter with a name like Lord Blackwood-Smythe III.
"Freedom. None of us know the true meaning of this word. Not the Gorrompek for all their bravery and their strong wills. Not the Eliazioph for all their infinite intelligence and endless wisdom. Nor us Chirix for all our skills and labours. Not one of us alive has been born free. Not one of us knows what our home was before the humans reduced it to ash and glass. Oh, we are slaves no longer, but if humans know that, they don't show it. It is our people who work in the most dangerous places, who are paid nothing, who live in degenerate collapsing slums, who are spat on in the streets. When we try to protest in peace, they nod and congratulate us on how well we are doing, on how we are a credit to our people and go right back to eating their dinners. When we protest with violence, they call us savages and barbarians and hint that we should never have been freed.
Well, brothers and sisters. If we are to be savages, and barbarians, and animals, let us be so! We are the rage of our parents, who were so broken they never thought to raise their voices. We are the vengeance of our forbears who suffered the indignity of slavery. We are the death howl of our ancestors as our planet burned around them, and we shall be heard!"
Faction Name: The Tindrel Liberation Front, also known as the New Collective, the Tindrel Equality Front, the Black Carapace, the Shadow-Weavers, HiveTank and the Tindrel Underground.
Structure: One great Tindrel Rights movement under numerous names.
Tindrel Liberation Front attack businesses that treat Tindrel species poorly and liberate the workers. The New Collective establishes education programs and spreads awareness within the Tindrel communities. Tindrel Equality Front is a peaceful protest group that tries to get Tindrel into positions of learning. The Black Carapace is a terrorist cell sort-of-thing. The Shadow-Weavers are espionage agents and saboteurs, often working to bribe, blackmail and sway politicians to their cause. HiveTank are a think-tank of Eliazoph that debate and propose solutions to problems on television in an attempt for people to see the Tindrel as more than bugs, and secretly work as mission control. The Tindrel Underground spirit away wanted criminals to other parts of the city, and also steal food and healthcare for the betterment of those in the slums.
From here:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/13627/posts/ooc?page=2#post-306053
Gorrompek are #1 - warriors and sentries, Chirix are #2 - builders and artisans, Eliazoph are #3 - scientists and philosophers
"Freedom. None of us know the true meaning of this word. Not the Gorrompek for all their bravery and their strong wills. Not the Eliazioph for all their infinite intelligence and endless wisdom. Nor us Chirix for all our skills and labours. Not one of us alive has been born free. Not one of us knows what our home was before the humans reduced it to ash and glass. Oh, we are slaves no longer, but if humans know that, they don't show it. It is our people who work in the most dangerous places, who are paid nothing, who live in degenerate collapsing slums, who are spat on in the streets. When we try to protest in peace, they nod and congratulate us on how well we are doing, on how we are a credit to our people and go right back to eating their dinners. When we protest with violence, they call us savages and barbarians and hint that we should never have been freed.
Well, brothers and sisters. If we are to be savages, and barbarians, and animals, let us be so! We are the rage of our parents, who were so broken they never thought to raise their voices. We are the vengeance of our forbears who suffered the indignity of slavery. We are the death howl of our ancestors as our planet burned around them, and we shall be heard!"
Faction Name: The Tindrel Liberation Front, also known as the New Collective, the Tindrel Equality Front, the Black Carapace, the Shadow-Weavers, HiveTank and the Tindrel Underground.
Structure: One great Tindrel Rights movement under numerous names.
Tindrel Liberation Front attack businesses that treat Tindrel species poorly and liberate the workers. The New Collective establishes education programs and spreads awareness within the Tindrel communities. Tindrel Equality Front is a peaceful protest group that tries to get Tindrel into positions of learning. The Black Carapace is a terrorist cell sort-of-thing. The Shadow-Weavers are espionage agents and saboteurs, often working to bribe, blackmail and sway politicians to their cause. HiveTank are a think-tank of Eliazoph that debate and propose solutions to problems on television in an attempt for people to see the Tindrel as more than bugs, and secretly work as mission control. The Tindrel Underground spirit away wanted criminals to other parts of the city, and also steal food and healthcare for the betterment of those in the slums.
From here:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/13627/posts/ooc?page=2#post-306053
Gorrompek are #1 - warriors and sentries, Chirix are #2 - builders and artisans, Eliazoph are #3 - scientists and philosophers
Sorry, didn't meant to sound like I was jumping the proverbial gun.
Good, good. I'll start working on that then. Did you have a particular personality in mind for him?
Deamonbane said
The offer is open, yes, but keep in mind that, for the sake of continuing the Rp, you will lose the fight... If you pick Heimdal or Luminia, it will be sorted by PM with either me or Kate, respectively. If not, you can carry the fight out yourself.
Yeah, don't worry, I was planning to lose. Just wanted to play up Tane's foolhardiness. As for who to fight, I'm not sure. Heimdal's probably the sensible choice, as he's the closest match in size, but Luminia/Ivanna or another gladiatrix taking down the painted giant would probably make a greater impression on the new recruits. Suggestions?
'Twas damn good, Deamon, don't worry about it. How are we planning on doing fights, by the way? Sorted by PMs?
Tane snapped his head forwards at the sound of the rope cracking. The man holding it was as tall as some of his fellow warriors, but still shorter than Tane himself - and he looked nothing like any other Sentyurum, his skin paler and his head differently shaped. What did they feed men down here that they grew so small? Did they only eat grains and fruit. Man needs meat to grow!
The man began to speak, with impressive voice. Tane giggled slightly at the threats. They were interesting, but most likely empty. Far simpler to just kill an running man than to have to recapture him, and he had no idea what a 'puppet' was. Wasn't it what they called young dogs? Why would they stick their hand inside a dog? And telling him he was nothing was silly. He was Tane Cacahau Anoaru, the Big Man of Anoa whose Laugh is Thunder, Chief-of-Warriors of his island and a slave owned by the Centurion. But he did like the bit about the rewards. He knew plenty about surviving, and even more about killing, so this shouldn't be too hard.
A second, shorter man came forward. Tane guessed him to be their Chief-of-Warriors, or Centurion, or Dominus, one of those words. His clothing looked more expensive, and he walked with the same stiff confidence that the Centurion had. The other people from the ludus seemed to show him respect as well. The man walked up and down the line of him and his fellow slaves, insulting them, and Tane had to hold back a chuckle when he got to him. He thought it would be more difficult for a man to cut somebody else's guts with his head bashed in, not the other way around, for men with slit bellies can always stumble around for a bit.
The fight interested him. The little slave fought like a mad thing, raining down blow after blow, relying more on speed than anything. At least, in his eye. He had spirit though! The fury of the small man was something to watch, something he should be proud of.
And then, very quickly, it was over. The slave twisted, but his enemy ducked under his blade, smacked him in the ribs, knocked his sword from his hand, kicked him into the wall and then hit him in the face with a terrible thwack, sending him to the ground. The sand was loose and shallow, noted Tane. Not like beach-fighting then, when you could twist your feet into the sand to allow some measure of rooting. The man hit the slave again when he tried to get up.
And then the Dominus made his offer again. Tane considered it for a bit - if he won, he would go free with some money, and could see all he wanted, and if he lost, he'd just have to wait a bit to get the same reward, with added fame. In any case, it might be a good idea just to see what the other Doctores, as they were apparently called, were like. If this was to be his new home, he also felt he should greet it as soon as possible to avoid bad energy and poor fortune.
He nodded to himself, stepped forward, and in his deep bass voice proclaimed the words the Centurion had taught him
"I am Tane Cacahau Anoaru, the Big Man of Anoa who Laugh is Thunder. I am the Chief-of-Warriors of my tribe, and I killed many legionaries with my club and led men on hundreds of raids against my foes. I take your challenge, little chief! Which of you Doctores has man enough to be fighting me?"
The man began to speak, with impressive voice. Tane giggled slightly at the threats. They were interesting, but most likely empty. Far simpler to just kill an running man than to have to recapture him, and he had no idea what a 'puppet' was. Wasn't it what they called young dogs? Why would they stick their hand inside a dog? And telling him he was nothing was silly. He was Tane Cacahau Anoaru, the Big Man of Anoa whose Laugh is Thunder, Chief-of-Warriors of his island and a slave owned by the Centurion. But he did like the bit about the rewards. He knew plenty about surviving, and even more about killing, so this shouldn't be too hard.
A second, shorter man came forward. Tane guessed him to be their Chief-of-Warriors, or Centurion, or Dominus, one of those words. His clothing looked more expensive, and he walked with the same stiff confidence that the Centurion had. The other people from the ludus seemed to show him respect as well. The man walked up and down the line of him and his fellow slaves, insulting them, and Tane had to hold back a chuckle when he got to him. He thought it would be more difficult for a man to cut somebody else's guts with his head bashed in, not the other way around, for men with slit bellies can always stumble around for a bit.
The fight interested him. The little slave fought like a mad thing, raining down blow after blow, relying more on speed than anything. At least, in his eye. He had spirit though! The fury of the small man was something to watch, something he should be proud of.
And then, very quickly, it was over. The slave twisted, but his enemy ducked under his blade, smacked him in the ribs, knocked his sword from his hand, kicked him into the wall and then hit him in the face with a terrible thwack, sending him to the ground. The sand was loose and shallow, noted Tane. Not like beach-fighting then, when you could twist your feet into the sand to allow some measure of rooting. The man hit the slave again when he tried to get up.
And then the Dominus made his offer again. Tane considered it for a bit - if he won, he would go free with some money, and could see all he wanted, and if he lost, he'd just have to wait a bit to get the same reward, with added fame. In any case, it might be a good idea just to see what the other Doctores, as they were apparently called, were like. If this was to be his new home, he also felt he should greet it as soon as possible to avoid bad energy and poor fortune.
He nodded to himself, stepped forward, and in his deep bass voice proclaimed the words the Centurion had taught him
"I am Tane Cacahau Anoaru, the Big Man of Anoa who Laugh is Thunder. I am the Chief-of-Warriors of my tribe, and I killed many legionaries with my club and led men on hundreds of raids against my foes. I take your challenge, little chief! Which of you Doctores has man enough to be fighting me?"
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested.
Their leader was worried, and managed to let that slip through. Not the greatest trait for the head of their little band, reflected Bryan. Oh well, he'd either learn or he wouldn't, and the wastes had a tendency to chew up, digest and shit out those who didn't pay attention to its lessons. At the very least, he'd promised himself to do his best not to let the man get himself killed. Too emotional for his own good, the kind of man Bryan was more than happy to ditch, but he was trying his hand at new outlooks.
He spoke up when the question was put to the group.
"I say that we don't move until we know exactly how many of them there are. The more information we have on them, the better and quite frankly I'd rather not start attacking the place and find out there are actually twenty more than we thought there were."
He stepped forward up onto the sand dune, knelt down and cleared his throat before continuing.
"They're bandits, so they won't be too hard to tell apart; no uniforms or the like, so counting them should be easy, gods willing. Now, way I see it, we've got a few options open to us once we're ready. One: we try and pick them off one by one from afar, as has been suggested, hopefully letting the deaths of the men outside lure those inside into our sights - probably have to work in teams for that, one sniper and one spotter and guard - or two, we attack at night, identify any sentries and eliminate them and kill any sleepers. First plan relies on them not being disciplined and stupid, not unexpected from bandits, but if not then we set ourselves a trap. Night attack might be too chance heavy if we don't get all the sentries, or kill the sleepers silently enough, or if some bastard gets up for a midnight snack whilst we butcher his mates.I can think of a third option, but I think the townsfolk want a town to come back to, and I'm not fond of wasting lamp oil, stuff's expensive."
He turned and looked at the group.
"Any thoughts?"
He spoke up when the question was put to the group.
"I say that we don't move until we know exactly how many of them there are. The more information we have on them, the better and quite frankly I'd rather not start attacking the place and find out there are actually twenty more than we thought there were."
He stepped forward up onto the sand dune, knelt down and cleared his throat before continuing.
"They're bandits, so they won't be too hard to tell apart; no uniforms or the like, so counting them should be easy, gods willing. Now, way I see it, we've got a few options open to us once we're ready. One: we try and pick them off one by one from afar, as has been suggested, hopefully letting the deaths of the men outside lure those inside into our sights - probably have to work in teams for that, one sniper and one spotter and guard - or two, we attack at night, identify any sentries and eliminate them and kill any sleepers. First plan relies on them not being disciplined and stupid, not unexpected from bandits, but if not then we set ourselves a trap. Night attack might be too chance heavy if we don't get all the sentries, or kill the sleepers silently enough, or if some bastard gets up for a midnight snack whilst we butcher his mates.I can think of a third option, but I think the townsfolk want a town to come back to, and I'm not fond of wasting lamp oil, stuff's expensive."
He turned and looked at the group.
"Any thoughts?"
S'all chill.
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