SuperTacticalDerp

The Shifting Sands

Hey posted. After we get a sandboat, we can do whatever you guys want. I'm cool with either skipping to Nurenhaven or having some character growth time on the boat.

The Shifting Sands

Vlor looked to Naia, a woman obviously unhappy. He could only guess that it was his ascension to leadership for this short time that brought this around. Vlor never understood the power hungry for life was too short for war, corruption, and hate. He understood that she was maybe one of the most respected Dwellers amongst the camps, but that didn't scare him. Vlor knew how to hunt. Was was his essence.

"Yes," Vlor replied back with a nod. He didn't want to antagonize her, for they both had to work together. It felt odd that he had to play nice for a change. Other beings made hunting a course sometimes. "We will be of need of one of those strange vessels that slide on the sand easily. What are they called? Boats? Maybe, but either way we'll need one. By foot we would be tired and worn by the sands and our hunt would only last for so long."

Vlor searched around by sight, pinpointing the one known as Judas' tent a little bit away. If he didn't have "boats", then he'd probably know where to get one. As Quartermaster of the Dwellers, Judas must either keep one of these transports in stock or know of someone willing to loan one. It would be a simple task so that the party could move towards the city. Vlor was already prepared with his blunderbuss strapped to his back and his war-axe clipped against his waist. Orcs always kept their weapons with them, for danger was a constant in their world.

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Before the half-elf could reply, Vlor overheard the child-like elfling question what these "fish" exactly were. The Orc had just as much of an idea as the girl...or woman. Both? Childlings were a little out of Vlor's current understanding. Beings who live and age but never grow or show the wear of time. Another thing to learn and try and grow accustomed to. Actually, he did remember something. Old tales and rumor that finally clicked in his mind.

"The elders of my clan once told children stories passed down generation after generation about things like these," Vlor replied back, keeping his tone low and calm but hinting the muse of realization. He found that he scared elven and human children easily. "Orcs have never had a name for them, until now it seems. They said that these 'fish' dug through The Lake's of Gods and long roads of water before The Sands stretched to the horizons. There were millions of them. Uncountable by man, elf, or Orc. Hopefully this store we are after will have big meaty ones for a true feast."

He turned from the elfling, looking past the one known as Niv and noticed what obviously was they're insect-man. The Tiefling woman had found him first, speaking generally of their future work and something known as "nachos". Vlor stepped to them, nodding to the woman and Anders.

"He known as Matthew Anders, I am Vlor Ral'gene," Vlor greeted, "The short wise one known as Blim has assigned you to our team of Dwellers to find supples and resources we can use to survive these damned sands. We are to ride back to the lost city of Nurenhaven and hopefully find a healthy supply of food for the tribe. Are you ready to join the hunt Anders?"

The Shifting Sands

@WanderingShield

I'm so sorry for your lose. My condolences to you and your family. Losing a parent is insanely rough, so all I can say is take as much time as you need. Again I'm so sorry for you and I hope things get better soon.

Halo: Time of War

O'Hennessy was on the opposite side of the building to Sgt. Mcfarley, keeping his M45 Tactical shotgun close and chambered. It felt strange hiding in the brush like a psycho instead of a nice safe SWAT van waiting to be deployed in the mist of a shit-storm. Killing Insurrectionists in the big bad UNSC, like some nightmarish boggyman.

He watched as the kid with the automatic weapon passed his position, playing around with the he safety. O'Hennessey felt honestly bad for the kid, a child taken from his home to fight for some bastard hiding in relative sanctuary. The guy they were after was a top-tier scumbag. He didn't mind killing bombers, 'cause he set him own fate.

"Reading you loud and clear ma'am," O'Hennessy replied. "Can we honestly keep from killing the kid? I don't need that kinda universal karma bullshit on my back for the rest of my life."

The Shifting Sands

Vlor looked at the half-elf before him and watched as he raised a hand to shake. Strange customs, even for Elven-folk. To raise a bare arm without a weapon in hand to another seemed utterly odd. His father had spoken of the strange ceremony once, a rumor brough back to the clan after a scout had watched human traders meet. To grab the other's hand back was a show of greeting and respect to the elves and men. Strange, strange custom. Vlor grabbed the half-elves hand, making sure not to crush it under his meaty worn grips.

"I heard the childling speak you as 'Niv', but I have heard of one who is skilled in the art of food," Vlor replied. "You fit the bill. I cannot say that making strange meals from rare things wholly impresses me, but if the small wise one sees you fit to journey with us, then it is good to fight alongside you. Are you one of blades, bows, or fists?"

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"It is an honor, small wise one," Vlor replied, "I will go find the Insect-man personally and tell him of our orders. As for the others, we will meet soon and ride to these 'Nurenhaven' ruins. I have never had such things as 'fish' before, so this will truely be a worthy hunt!"

Vlor took his leave, nodding to everyone in assembly and left the tent. He noticed that the Drow woman had taken her leave quickly, almost rushing away from the tent. Vlor could not remember her name until Blim spoke it aloud. Naia and him had maybe spoken once. Maybe. Vlor looked around, unable to find Naia dispite the woman's darker appearance and the blinding yellow and white sands.

"She must be off looking for the one known as Anders," Vlor muttered to himself. The Orc strolled away from Blim's tent, searching for their new companions. He knew nothing of the Insect-men, other then some damn gossip around the Orcish camps.

Original Superhero Multiverse

Hey, definitely interested! Sounds like a really cool idea and hopefully this takes off.

Halo: Time of War

Name, Rank:

Oliver O'Hennessy, Lance Corporal

Psychological Assessment:

By all regulatory standards of human mental health, Lance Corporal O'Hennessy is cleared for all military operations. He is astoundingly average compared to most volunteers and just seems like a regular person. Charismatic, friendly, and cooperative in most situations. Has shown some signs of simpathy for the Insurrection movement and is a known apologist, but is not at risk of going AWOL or becoming a turncoat.

Medical Record and Evaluation:

Caucasian male with brown hair, hazel eyes. Twenty-nine years old with some minor scarring on his chest and stomach. Born in the outer colony of Second Base with no irregularities and to geneticly clean parents. O Negative.

Some small arm and leg bone breaks as a child, but nothing that hasn't long healed by now. Several bullet wounds and stab wounds from incidents during his service as a Special Weapons and Tactica officer in Second Base's largest city. All healed, but has reported minor pain while trying to sleep.

Currently at his estimated physical peak. Known to casually weightlift and go on early jogs. None of his recorded injuries seem to effect physical operation or pain resistance.

Career Service Vitae:

Born and raised on Second Base, where he received a primary and secondary school education. Joined the local police academy at eighteen and became a Special Weapons and Tactics officer. Active officer during several riots and violent protests.

Shown on his record that he would sometimes continue suppressing violent activity with several gun shot wounds. Nicknamed "Deadman" by superiors and comrades alike for his "extreme work ethic."

Currently in training to become an Orbital Shock Drop Trooper for Delta-Seven operations. Recommended as a point man for said operations due to prior training. Claims that he, "knows a M45 Tactical like the back of his hand."

The Shifting Sands

@Flynn Oh crap I'll change that right now and keep it in mind for the future. Sorry again.

EDIT: Fixed everything this time. Sorry lot of stuff going on today and just a brain fart on my end.