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Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

@Darkmoon Angel

Wait....

This is a from a game or something...?

*Googles around for a bit*

HOLY SHIT! Ha! I never thought that this was based on an actual game! Ha ha, well cool. I can definitely tell you that you did a good job making this as open to anyone as possible. I mean, I literally had no idea, and even now, haven't actually played it yet.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Luck was not on his side...

Or so Heinrich had thought. Continuing his wanderings from earlier, after a much needed breather, the Powder Mage had began searching the west sector now, mainly walking the main streets, occasionally asking inn keepers for any "Oracles" that may have dropped in. Truth be told, he hadn't the faintest clue what the Oracle even looked like! the vision had only gotten increasingly blurred and faded as time went on, so Heinrich was having an incredibly difficult time simply remebering it. With yet, another heavy sigh, the masked man continued his wandering.

"Perhaps it was simply a devil playing a trick on me... No! I mustn't loose my resolve! I must be close to my god given quest! If only there was a sign... Simply something from the great one that could aid my most noble endeavor! If only... Well... perhaps that would make things a bit to easy... A proper gentleman must take the entire challenge in stride. Now then... what shall the next area of searching be? Perhaps the Docks again? No.. no that wouldn't due... Hmmmm...." Heinrich thought to himself, seemingly stroking a non existent beard.

It seemed he was so engrossed in thought, that he hadn't noticed the maid he had just bumped into. She fell back a bit while he stood, somewhat surprised by such a sudden introduction, so to speak.

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, I wasn't looking where I was going..." the lady hesitantly stuttered out at the sight of Heinrich.

The imposing figured leaned forward slighty, a single, bright orange eye peered from behind the mask, seemingly burrowing into the soul of this maid, with only pain and suffering being reflected back by that cold, dead sta-

"I SAY! What have I told you already, narrator?!"

*Ahem*

Heinrich gave a curt bow and offered his hand.. asshole

"Terribly sorry myself, miss! I too, was completely unawares of my surroundings! How foolish I must seem, ha ha! I do hope you are alright, do you need any help?" He asked warmly, a genuine smile masked by his more intimidating appearance.

@Darkmoon Angel

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

@Skepic@ChaoticFox@bluetommy2@Stern Algorithm Okay pilots, we had a nice little break, can we all jump back in and pick up where we left off now? :D

@Dynamo Frokane

God dammit Dynamo.... Don't put me on a nostalgic feel train with that GIF!

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Posted. Come on people, let's get the ball rolling!

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Hanna smirked as she watched the insignificant scum fall from the sky into a nearby tower. Yes, these fools had no right being up here, nor would they last a day on the front. What waste of materials, but she supposed that many wars, including her own, were simply that, a waste of material. "People should learn to stay in line....." she muttered to herself as she began to turn her Focke-Wulf around to engage a new target.

"You see that, scum? Keep trying to climb back up to my level, as it will be all to enjoyable when I kick you back into the dirt! You made a mis-"

CRACK!

A flak round detonated under the belly of the aircraft, shrapnel and glass flying which way in the cockpit as the aircraft suddenly took a right roll from the impact. The iconic whine of the turboprop engines faltered for a moment as the plane seem to begin gently descending. Hanna was slightly slouched forward in her cockpit, goggles cracked, blood trickling down from the minor lacerations on her head.

It was then the ground crew knew they had fucked up.

Suddenly, seemingly despite the smoking engine, that terrifying high pitch whine of the Focke-Wulf flared to life as the plane suddenly nosed dived toward the deck. Rage. Pure, psychotic rage emanated from the cockpit as the aircraft came barreling toward the Anti Air positions the Jersey Devils had thrown up. The nose of the aircraft was alight as hundreds of rounds of hefty 30mm and 20mm cannons roared with fire. The "RedTail" strafed the positions, coming in shocking low and incredibly fast. Like a fast moving trench raider, the plane weaved from "cover" to cover, letting loose deadly barrages at every AA position in its path.

"You think a moment of cleverness will be enough? A taste of a potential victory...? Please... I bathe in victory, I feast upon its fruits and reap its rewards..... You will be erased!" Hanna spoke across open comms for the first time since she had been hit.

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Heinrich gave the fellow a short bow and a wave. "Yes yes, good luck to you! Perhaps we shall cross paths upon a later date good sir!" He said as he disembarked the airship. A city of Fire, so he was told, was the location of the vision Heinrich had recieved. Oh how the Gentleman relished in the ordained task of bringing down the true Darkness of this world! "Ah yes yes, truly a man of my stature is only qualified for such a task! Now then...." Heinrich glanced around the part of town he was in. Surrounded by the bustling docks and such, attuning himself to the hum of activity, straining for any useful information.... "Oh my.... I.. I have no idea where I'm suppose to go!" The realization struck like a hit of gunpowder. "Well I could... no, no that wouldn't do.... Perhaps if her godliness was to be so kind, I could receive a more clear vision? Perhaps with more clarity this time?" Heinrich closed his eyes and waited.

. . . . . . . .

"Bah! You godly types always loved giving a good challenge I suppose! Very well! I, Doctor Heinrich Henderson the Great and Powerful Powder Mage, accept your challenge!" Heinrich yelled aloud, causing a few looks. Heinrich began storming around town, in search of this Oracle and the grand traveling band of Heroes his vision had promised him!

Aaaaand after a few hours of fruitless searching, Heinrich was breathing heavy, leaning against a wall of a building near the main gate. With a long sigh, he gave himself a break. "My... This is posing to be... quite the challenge! But... as a refined gentleman such as myself, I cannot strain myself on such a... petty.. task.. (My god this city is big...).

Sky Warrior Stories: The New York 5 (closed)

Will post when mah internetz is a back!

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Sorry! Just went through a really big move! I'll be posting tomorrow for sure, so no worries. Sorry about the wait!

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

The gentleman stirred in his cabin, slowly rising from his cot and making his way to the door. Hearing the muffled shouts of the crew outside, he took that as a sign they were almost at their destination. This man, shrouded and covered, was known as Heinrich. He had only days before a vision, instructing him to intercept a band of heroes and join their quest to save the world from Darkness. As he walked up towards the deck, he gave a small chuckle. "My element is Darkness, yet I save the world from it! Irony seems to be ever present!" He said to himself with a grin. Walking out onto the deck, he spied his fellow passengers.

"Good day, gentlemen! I trust we will be arriving soon at Agni? I do hope we continue to have such a smooth ride aboard this airship! I'd rather not keep my perspective party waiting." He said, gesturing grandly as he normally does.

@Darkmoon Angel

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

Heinrich Henderson

Name:
Heinrich Henderson
"Yes. Really. That is my name."

Age:
His age is entirely unknown! This masked gentleman is always shrouded in such mys-
"I'll have you know I am at the respectable age of thirty eight good sir! Just because I simply choose to mask my grotesque features does not immediately elevate me to some sort of inhuman state sir!"
Fine.... he's 38 years of age....

Gender:
Male
"A Gentleman of course!"

Race:
Human (practically)
"Ah yes, a dubious question when one inquires as to what I actually am! For you see, as much as I would like to say I am simply a mere human, that was be vastly glossing over the intricate nuances of my being! Perhaps the term 'augmented homo-sapiens' would do my current situation justice. You see, I underwent some self experimentation, and as such, have a very different type of blood running through my veins thanks to various transfusion techniques and medicines! Though I suppose I shall save that explanation for later."

Element:
Dark
"Indeed, one might be mistaken, thanks to my new brand of Powder Mage™ magic, that I am of the element of Fire, when in fact, I actually derive my magic from the element of Darkness! It's flexibility and reliably destructive capabilities have furthered my research into my gunpowder magic."

Appearance:
5'8, medium build, often seen in the attire above.
"What a drab way to describe my unique and beautiful features! Despite my face being scared from my work, I still have my neatly cut silver hair! What about my new and wonderfully orange colored eyes? I am a proper, handsome Gentleman through and through. I say, the children these days seem to waste no time simply getting to their point. The art of detailed descriptions seems to be fast fading to say the least!"

Personality:
Darkness shrouds this masked figure wherever he goes, striking fear into the hearts of allies and foes alike. Merciless in combat, this mage takes great pleasure in obliterating foes with his unique explosive ma-
"That's enough I say! If you went on any longer, they'd get the impression that I am some sort of... psychopathic killer mercenary. Heavens no! Ahem, please perish the thoughts of such a brute, for I am not anything like what was described above. It will be best if I start from the top!

I am Doctor Heinrich Henderson, at your service! Gentleman and self proclaimed Powder Mage! I enjoy long walks through the countryside and children are just a joy to be around for me. Treating everyone with a certain level of respect has always served this humble researcher quite well, and I particularly enjoy aiding any friend or ally in need, both off and on the battlefield. Speaking of which, do not be fooled by my humble stance and calm attitude, as I have little patience of ruffians and the like, and will dispatch them post haste! I suppose ultimately in life, I am simply a humble gentleman, doing what good he can, where he can."

Biography:
"Hmm? Mr. narrator will not even bother this time? Very well! Less of a hassle for me anyways. Ahem!

I was born in a small town within the kingdom of Bariura, to a poor farmer whose wife was a somewhat adept magic user. From her, I gained my love for the use of magic, and spent much of my childhood practicing spells, attempting summoning, and perhaps use one or two spells to perform a trick or two on the local merchants. Ahhh yes, I was a mischievous, if not naive boy who had no idea of the wondrous potential he had locked away.

Indeed, I only learned of my unique skills one fateful day, when a caravan had stopped in town. From them, I discovered an interesting substance, when it was still regarded as a novelty, gunpowder. A highly energetic, yet manageable powder that seem to react to my magic. That is when I began my first tests, during my teenage years. It was during these times of experimentation that I terribly scarred my face in a horendous explosion that nearly took out the entire farm! Once I came to about a week later, you better bet that ole Granny Henderson didn't let this man hear the end of it. Anyway, I pressed on, as time went on, an idea began to form. I had a theory, that perhaps I could use this interesting substance augment or even enhance my skills as a mage, so I began to read. Oh yes, did I read. Those long nights with books stacked seemingly to the ceiling are some of my fondness....

Oh, sorry, was lost in my nostalgic past. Ahem, continuing!

Alright, so through my studies, I came across blood transfusion. You see, gunpowder turned out to be a difficult substance to work with when it came to magic. Unresponsive to simple enchantment, unaffected by decay magic, ect. Non of my standard Dark elemental magic seemed to influence it to any significant degree, but then I had an epiphany! Why not simply infuse myself with the essence of this energy rich gunpowder, thus infusing my own magic with its properties? Thus I determined that an enchanted blood transfusion of magical energy and gunpowder blood slurry would do the trick.

And it worked! Well.... not entirely as I wanted or hoped. Keep in mind, at the time when I finally attempted this daring test on myself, both my research and medical knowledge was limited, so I was a bit rough during the procedure. I still bare the scars on my arms and face thanks to it, nearly died of my own magical corruption! But it had worked! My magic had infused itself with the properties of gunpowder, and as such, I became the very first.... Powder Mage™!

A catchy name, is it not? Let's save our explanation for below now..."

Evolution:
-Powder Mage-
"'But what exactly is a Powder Mage™' I hear you ask. Well, it gives you one hell of a kick!

You see, I can derive power energy from the substance of gunpowder! If I ingest it, which might I add, is a lovely experience for me, my vision is enhanced ten fold, my muscles stronger than before, and my body harder. Those dockyard brutes better watch out, because my muscles become as solid as rock itself! But wait! Gunpowder is not just simply a miracle drug for me. No no, I can release its energy from my own supply or any supply within thirty yards! I can then weave an explosive spell of destruction, jettisoning a ball of the energy itself from my own hands! This explosive energy can launched like a grenade or, my personal favorite, infused into any handheld weapon! My sword suddenly becomes a ballistic weapon, my fists becoming cannons, and every shot from my gun feels like a artillery barrage! Alright, alright, I may be embellishing a bit, but it is still quite incredible. I can also feel out and sense sources of gunpowder, and if they're within but a mere thirty yards, I can even absorb or remotely detonate them! Oh my, the looks on the highway men's faces when they pulled their musket and pistol triggers, only to hear the tell tale click of an empty cartridge while I merely laugh!

Though, am an honest gentleman, thus I will not withhold my... drawbacks with this. You see, it is an imperfect magic at best, still very fresh and new. For godsake, I only invented it but twenty years ago and thus far am the only Powder Mage that I know of! So, on one hand, there are still many exciting applications that I may discover for this new found ability, yet there is just an equal chance of me running into some... unforeseen consequences. I've already experienced a few, what with the need to carry my own supply of gunpowder, the withdraw I go through if I do not receive a weekly dose of gunpowder.... Oh but who wants to be a downer anyway! Besides, Granny Henderson never raised any quitters!"

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