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Jun 22, 2017 22:59:30 GMT -5
Post by jorumun on Jun 22, 2017 22:59:30 GMT -5
We all die some day! [attr="class","firstfriend"] No Blood No Bone No Ash. t was time for a change in pace, the War Machine needed to do something other than pace around and do quests. With Jack out on another mission it was left to Mars to entertain himself with ‘killing’ the time allotted to him. Thus without hesitation the man found himself upon the bounty road! Seen as killing was his most enjoyable task why not kill something big?! Earn a name for himself perhaps and even some new toys for the time being! Without hesitation he headed out towards the Great Sea. A new being hand taken up the task of troubling those who sought to sail the ocean blue. Now he was no sailor but he did enjoy a peaceful ocean. Heaven forbid there was a storm the man himself might have been sea sick if not for his strong stomach and legs. Jorumun slowly opened the interface in order to scan around for others who were on the bounty trail. A fair few and far between seemed to be working in pairs, thus he changed the options. He wanted to view solo players who sought out on adventure without second thought! Upon scrolling he found an interesting character.. Djinn otherwise known as The Commander.. This ought to be interesting to say in the least. Not to mention the man had already earned a plus on the scale for being a defender! Without hesitation the man sent out the invite to the other of his kin class. With a wicked smile upon his lips he found himself at the water’s edge staring out into the ocean. There was a port off to his side while setting up the bait to call out the bounty. Placing loads of rocks and scarecrow crew upon the boat he sent it out adrift. Standing back a bit upon the shoreline he dared to walk in up to his knees with his shield and spear in hand. “Come on you dumb fish! Let’s play!!!” He let out a War Cry as if to scare the creature away or perhaps provoke it into showing itself. He had to hope Djinn would be there shortly before the slow rolling ball picked up speed. | ✉ | 1/12 Bounty of the TideCaller |
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Jun 23, 2017 7:20:56 GMT -5
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Jun 23, 2017 7:19:51 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 23, 2017 7:19:51 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS Djinn had done intel on Marin the Tide Caller. The monster while it looked, and in some aspects 'was' ferocious, the beast was taken care of relatively easily if it was forced on land. As long as players didn't follow it into or attempt to start fighting it in the sea they were for the most part safe. With that being said the man had no interest in fighting the tide caller alone, he was still far too weak to handle the job, and so he'd released an open party invite. It was a brave showing seeing as one never knew who they were going to get with that type of invite, but certain risks had to be taken seeing as the bounty would end sooner than later. It was by chance entirely that his help had been requested, or perhaps enlisted by a certain Jorumun, title: 'War Machine'. There was an uneasiness the man's class instilled in the commander. The term war machine reminded the soldier of arms dealers, and human traffickers, those who exploited war for profit in whatever form it came; money, status or otherwise. Still, this is what the warrior was looking for and it'd be foolish to turn something down solely based on a name. And so the soldier quickly found himself at the rendezvous. White sands shifted beneath his boot as golden eyes focused on a figure closer to the ocean seemingly screaming at it. What exactly the man was doing he had no idea, but when the water's surface became absolutely still it was apparent that whatever the youth had done worked. Golden eyes sharpened as he wasted no time calling over to who he assumed was his partner. "RETREAT!" The red-eyed fighter was knee-deep in water and if the creature decided to show itself now, this could end in disaster. word count ✖ jorumun ✖THANKS FOR MAKING IT I'VE BEEN SLOW [/quote]
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Jun 23, 2017 10:06:12 GMT -5
Post by jorumun on Jun 23, 2017 10:06:12 GMT -5
We all die some day! [attr="class","firstfriend"] No Blood No Bone No Ash. lamming his spear against the base of his shield, Jorumun grinned as the water had become still. Yet another voice broke him out his suicidal stance in the water. He was being ordered to retreat back from the water. With gusto he responded to the orders and jetted backwards. The water around his feet exploded as a single tentacle missed his feet. Mars wasted no time in returning to his Spartan based stance in the sands. With his shield up properly the spear pointed out over the top left corner prepared to strike. “Good to see you made it Sir!” The way Mars spoke was less of an arms dealer and more of a soldier on the battle field. Old habits of the mind and body die hard, yet even a game couldn’t erase his military habits. “Ready when you are Commander, just say the word.” Nodding over to the man lightly, his crimson optics glinted slowly. The decoy boat quickly went down as a large limb wrapped around the hull. Cracking the frame the boat groaned before surrendering to the creatures embrace. The cold see waters crushed in on the boat from all sides compressing and dragging down all the contents. There was not much left besides bits of straw and a lone straw hat upon the surface. Those small bits remained dead in the water. There was nothing moving still even as Jorumun beat his shield again. Did he need to let out another war cry to pull this wretch from the depths? “WAAARRRRRGGHHH!!” His shout caused a ripple to form upon the water as Mars taunted the creature even more. “Come bring your ugly face to my spear!” Grinning broadly the lad seemed to be pumping himself up heavily; such were the mannerisms of a War Machine.. A war lover who desired nothing but to partake in blood shed. From the war cry came the beast’s response, a low bass tone roar. The sands seemed to shift as from the ocean rose Marin the Tidecaller. A wicked grin crossed Jorumun’s face as he nodded to Djinn with an expression of joy and battle craze. Hopefully at this point the Commander would have a better understanding that the man beside him was no dealer. Rather he was a person who sought death without holding back. The thrill of combat was all that he dreamt about at night and the only thing that satisfied him during the day! | ✉ | 2/12 Don't mention it mate! Let's get the show on the road! |
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Jun 23, 2017 16:22:16 GMT -5
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Jun 23, 2017 16:21:25 GMT -5
Post by Forte on Jun 23, 2017 16:21:25 GMT -5
the night is near
"The ocean is home to life and commands the respect of all, but to openly call for a rebellion against it, men truly can be as brazen as the raging tides itself..." echoed a soft voice from the rear.
Forte emerged to heed the call of the commander, no stranger to his style during this second meeting. Her emeralds gazed towards the status of the front guard, placed so precariously close to the edge of madness. Truly an interesting predicament, though that was not her place to judge the worth of this scenario. Lorekeepers share the journey of the wayfinders, and she spoke once more while conjuring a gleaming white spell.
"Come now. Hold the lines as is expected of the Defender class. Bear your torchlight..." she said in a hymn-like voice, weaving words with both her hand and staff. Something that took a decent amount of practice, timing one's wind-up before skills activate. The white light formed by her staff finished first, disappearing from Forte and reappearing around the white haired male enjoying his bloodlust. Shortly after, embers crackled about the spiraling white circle and consumed it. All those who were near enough felt the rush he did. Senses sharpened, visions clearer, and identifications swifter. Placing the flames right as Searchlight's spell went active took her a while, but the result was worth it.
And face the depths with courage.
Forte continued to walk closer towards the front line, slowly chanting her next spell with the understanding that her comrades could withstand the incoming forces. Judging her distance to encompass as many as possible, the spellcaster tapped her staff on the ground to invoke the third spell in a short while. Befitting their surroundings, trails of water formed an aquatic ring around their ankles before forming a thin veil around their bodies. Though the ocean was almighty, men no longer were the hapless flounders against its wrath. Given the chance, the response to its calls can be done in numbers. This was the boon that their party carried and Forte sought to make the dream live on.
"Move quickly to identify the beast. My vision boon won't last forever." Forte said to the party.
W O R D S - Casted Searchlight on Jorumun, applied Glyph. - Casted Pyre Guard on Jorumun; consumed Glyph to grant party increased vision range and clarity. - Casted Tidal Guard, increased player resistance to Water elemental damage by 50% M U S I C xxx T A G djinn jorumunN O T E S Speak quietly and step softly now. MERCY |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Jun 23, 2017 19:34:24 GMT -5
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Jun 23, 2017 19:04:44 GMT -5
Post by djinn on Jun 23, 2017 19:04:44 GMT -5
JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS The player hopped back just in time as a tendril thick and slimy reached for the other dark-skinned player. With a quickness, the man would swipe across his screen sending the first party invite only for a second familiar party member to appear. A utility player he fought through a zombie hoard with not too long ago. Thankfully she came prepared unleashing a few of her signature buffs focused on the player attempting to drag the creature into a melee. With two defenders and a utility user, Djinn quickly started putting together some semblance of a plan as their target rose again. With two party invites sent now golden eyes would hone in on the target his rifle beaten and battered now firm in the soldier's hands. using the C.O.M system they were all linked to now they wouldn't have to yell. "We don't have a lot of time, so it's simple. While you have the buffs war machine use hit and run tactics, your water resistant now so you have leeway. I'll be gunning him down from afar, the second your buffs run out I'll draw his full attention, by then I'll have him analyzed. Forte, keep the time limits on your buffs, and squeeze in damage if you can I need your recharge times."The man would pepper shots through his orders bullets raining into the massive sea creature that now fought on the desert sands. The melee fighter seemed to hold himself pretty well he just hoped that he'd be able to stave long enough for the commander's scan to finish. word count ✖ jorumun Forte ✖THANKS FOR MAKING IT I'VE BEEN SLOW
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Jun 24, 2017 7:35:27 GMT -5
Post by jorumun on Jun 24, 2017 7:35:27 GMT -5
We all die some day! [attr="class","firstfriend"] No Blood No Bone No Ash. hat was this? Another ally on the front lines had arrived and completely taken Mars back by surprise but it did not last long. The woman came closer as the glyph and buff were placed upon him. Djinn explained the buffs quite perfectly, so much so that Mars left the cover within seconds of the Commander finishing. Having already accepted the invite Jorumun sallied forth into the water. A small update popped up over his skill bar which made the man smile. Despite looking like a little kid the lad was more war driven than most. “AWWOO!!” He shouted in general without activating a war cry. The water displayed nothing as of yet except for tendrils. Three in total the limbs waved through the air and as Mar’s advanced the limbs struck at him one at a time. Raising his shield he accepted all three shots being slightly pushed back. Yet in doing so his passive buff kicked into place raising his defense and taking some ¼ of every strike in for extra damage upon his counter. Rushing forth he felt his blood soar in a rush as he approached the first tendril. Thrashing out with his shield the stacked damage complied into his thrasher skill. The limb itself seized up while the others lashed back at him with fury. Jumping back he avoided one while the other met his raised shield. The unrelenting force buff returned upon the force of contact. Jumping back a few paces Mar’s prepared himself to rush back into the thicket. There was no doubt he would hold out, and in the process he would get his licks in.
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Jun 28, 2017 21:54:04 GMT -5
Post by Forte on Jun 28, 2017 21:54:04 GMT -5
the night is near How quaint. The young man felt the pressing need to not only ask of his team for support in order to make his kit work, but then decides to bark orders immediately? Rather weak orders as well, though there was sense in listening to an observer with greater line of sights than their own. A commander type, perhaps either a gamer or someone who felt the need to be an Alpha. Very different from his style in the previous mission, although Forte could appreciate a man who was bold. Of course, they would also need to be assertive in other categories else the strategy would end up a failure all the same. "My, aren't we aggressive today? I'll think about it Mr. Commander, but you should situation awareness if you are going to be issueing the vanguard orders." Forte replied, swinging her staff around and striking down some incoming tentacles. "Else you would have noticed your little plan may have several issues involved..."What she was referring to was the fact that hit and run tactics would have been possible had the aggro not been shifted to Jorumun. Searchlight had worked masterfully, granting the war machine the beast's eye through the thick of things. Mixed in with the fact that the young man was hell-bent on jumping into the fray, a lack of consideration for the individual team members traits on the move meant small field tactics was less prioritized. Forte remained quite a few moments more, taking care to keep pace with Jorumun, her buff times, and the depth of the water. This fiend, artificial AI or not, was crafty. Without a resistance removal, non-aquatic based classes would suffer movement penalties and meant mobility was ultimately not in the favor of the aggressors. The young man had good instincts and no doubt could handle the pandemonium well whilst dishing damage back in full. Something she lacked at the moment, which was why her movements were kept strictly to a minimum. If they did not approach the submerged creature and lured it into shallow waters then the battle would be at an impasse. Thinking back to the commander's suggestion of hit and run tactics, mixed in with the movement penalties, a deviation was born! When one could not utilize their own speed, then a slower approach through attrition may be in call. jorumun, per the party information, disengaged momentarily and became a steady target for a new spell. Utilizing the applied glyph from Tidal Guard, she consumed it with Clay Guard to give the warrior a new tool. Vaulting over, she whispered into his ears, "Draw its attention and lure him forward. Worry not about your flank, we will handle it. You are the focus, let it drive your actions."Even as he thrashed about earlier, the man was very capable at defense on the fly. Which meant so long as he could bait out the raid boss, the other vanguard units plus whoever was in the rearguard with Mr. Commander could take shots at will. Forte was no expert at big picture motions, but excelled in on-site maneuvers. This was a clear difference between a strategist and a tactician, despite the need of both to not be over extended in war. She called for two other guards to join her in forming a wedge in front of the resting Jorumun. Speaking through the voice chat once more, Forte noted her goal, "With all due respect for the Mr. Commander, we will be making use of Jorumun's added aggro status in order to bring the beast forward. I trust you have some thing to make use of the openings we give you Mr. Commander."As she finished, the beast's tendrils lashed forward and was promptly resisted by the wedge formation. Initially pushed down almost to the knees by the sheer weight of the blow, Forte rallied the group to push back in unison. The goal was to give Jorumun the opening he needed to cause havoc. With a simple whistle, the wedge quickly pushed out and made a wide breach in the fight's flow. W O R D S - Casted Clay Guard on Jorumun, absorbed the Glyph to give him some healing on successful parries and/or guards. M U S I C xxx T A G djinn jorumun N O T E S Striking down tentacles because someone still thinks I'm a utility player. MERCY |
MADE BY VEL OF GS
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