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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It's a cold, cloudy night at the Firmament Tournament Grounds. Quite empty, though the grounds are illuminated by various torches stuck in the ground to provide light. Not much warmth, admittedly, still, it pales in comparison to Thera'Dor. Which leaves Thelergramor standing next to a construct covered in some crappy tarp. |
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| + | The wolf stands there, wearing his old coat, hat and plague mask, hands in his pockets as he awaits whoever chose to stop by for the golem test.<br> <br>Hartford clomps steadily across the Tournament grounds, leaving big hoof prints in the turf. The huge reindeer has arrived to fulfill that fantasy held by large, awkward men everywhere: namely, breaking things on purpose by invitation. He is not wearing hus usual Blackback House armor though. Tonight, the blue reindeer is dressed in loose whit trousers, tied at the waist with a blue, snowflake sash and his trusty luchador mask tied tightly round his face with its blue flames licking around his eyes.<br> <br>Cassidy trots along the city, having wanted to break back into the swing of assignments after her vacation. "This isn't quite what I had in mind," she quips to the jaguar at her side before snickering. "But it's a start, I suppose, huh?"<br> <br>Natska snickers, making her way alongside Cassidy with an easy, long pace. "I know what you mean, love, but it's something, at least." She's wearing her armor today, and takes a moment to adjust her gauntlets as she grins at Thel, nodding. "Heyas, Thel! And H- erm, sir Snowmark."<br> <br>Thelergramor smiles behind his mask at those approaching, glad he ended up with people he knew and not many random mercs. "Natska, Cassidy, Snowmark. Glad you all could make it. So, nice night for this. Not unbearably hot and such... Anyway, pulled you all down here to... kick the shit out of this beast here-" Thelergramor pulls the tarp from the golem with a flurish, which turns out to be something vaguely spider shaped. About 5'10" tall at the 'shoulder'. Eight legs, though two are kept off the ground near the front as... they're frickin' swords! It has a wolf head at the front, sharp (Well, blunt now, but clearly meant to be sharpened later!) looking fangs protruding from the muzzle. "That's it. Just a test fight, really. The blades are blunted, no venom's been applied, runes haven't been carved yet... Still, always a chance of injury, yeah? You'll be payed, of course. Don't worry about breaking it, either. I should be able to fix any damage you do to it... Probably..."<br> <br>Hartford swallows hard when Natska greets him. "Yes!" he says, a little too loudly to be normal conversation, "I am Yugo Snowmark! I am here to visit Sweetwater! We met in Caldera!" Sound like the big guy has practiced this in front of a mirror or something. "I-I would like to test myself against your machine!" he says, his voice slow and deep. And smash stuff up, of course.<br> <br>Cassidy raises her brow, peering at Hartford for a moment before chuckling and adjusting her tophat. "Hello, Thel. I dunno, I'm a little hesitant to go breaking the creations of a friend. Seems like a waste, but... I suppose it's better here than in a live battle."<br> <br>Natska laughs, and then claps her hands, nodding. "That is an interesting design, Thel. I approve of it." She walks back and forth a little, looking at it. "Very nice. And you are sure you want us to punch it, though? I can hit kind of hard."<br> <br>Thelergramor nods at those gathered. "Well, you have my permission, Yugo. It is what I'm gonna be paying you for." Theler takes a few steps away, still speaking. "Unless you completely dismantle it and scatter the parts, it should be relatively easy to put back together. Built it to go into combat. Things break in combat. Plus, it's not just gonna be sitting there in a heap like it is now." | ||
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| + | Smirking behind his mask, the wolf stops next to one of the torches, looks back at the golem and commands it to stand with a short gesture/use of the magic that allows one to command golems. It rises quite easily, gaining a few inches, stopping at a full 6'1". | ||
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| + | Once more, he speaks, answering Natska's praise. "Thanks, Natska. Came to me in a dream after I crushed a rock spider with a cannon. But, yeah, whenever you're ready, start wailing on it. It'll fight back, though."<br> <br>Hartford grins through his luchador mask and hefts his enormous halberd. "Whatever you say, Mister Thelergramor!" he says, forgetting that 'Yugo' has not been introduced to the wolf. The big guy excels at few things, but smashing stuff is one of them! The huge reindeer raises his weapon and charges into battle!<br> <br>Cassidy tugs her grimoire up and holds it in her hand. A wiggle of her fingers and a subtle breeze flips it open, pages turning in a flourish as she rehearses herself in her math. "I will let him have the first go, then. I shall proceed afterwards. Unless we are all to do it at once?"<br> <br>Natska nods her head and shifts her feet, taking up a balanced stance. "Go for it, Yugo. Unless, as Cass said, we go all at once."<br> <br>Natska gives Thel a grin. "You have been pretty busy while we were out. It's nice to see."<br> <br>With more direction from it's master, the golem lifts one of it's bladed limbs and shifts into a more combative stance as it's charged by Hartford. Its movements are somewhat sluggish, seems the wolf put so much effort into the locomotive bits that the combat limbs suffered! | ||
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| + | He looks over at Cassidy and Natska, nods. "Yeah, been really busy. Did a little painting. Of this golem. And, well, building it, yeah. Been months off and on in getting it to this point. And, attack all at once if you want, yeah. The closer to real battle, the better the test'll go."<br> <br>Hartford charges in, swinging his halberd low and sweeping it up under the golem's weaponized arms, aiming for the joints in its hard plating. "Luuuuuuuuck!" he bellows his battle cry!<br> <br>"Very well," Cassidy says simply, nodding at Natska and snapping her spell tome shut. "Let's see how it works out, then!" She closes her eyes behind her mask for a moment, bringing a hand up. There's a bit of static build up in the air, and the unique smell of ozone prefacing a large crack as a bolt of blue lightning strikes down from the sky towards the golem's back.<br> <br>Natska watches Yugo charge in, her ears tilting back; then she takes a half-hop to the side and moves in to attack the golem at an angle, staying clear of Cassidy's line of sight and flanking the golem with Hartford as she jabs at a leg.<br> <br>The as of yet unnamed spider machine is struck directly in one of the gaps in its plating! Halberd hacks right up in there, splitting the plates where they connect and leaving a hole that if one were to look up into it, they'd see another lair of plating! Redundancy! | ||
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| + | And, now there's lightning! Lightning doing what it does, it strikes the golem, heating it by a few hundred or thousand degrees F for a few seconds before it cools; the effect of the lightning passing through something quickly. Fortunately for Natska and Hartford, the fastest path to the ground after touching the golem is not where they are in contact with it! | ||
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| + | Natska's strike collides with the plate of one of its legs, causing a dent and a slight wobble from the limb.<br> <br>The golem swings one of the blunted blades in a wide arc, sluggishly trying to hit Natska and Hartford. | ||
Revision as of 02:37, 20 February 2015
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19/2/478
Log
It's a cold, cloudy night at the Firmament Tournament Grounds. Quite empty, though the grounds are illuminated by various torches stuck in the ground to provide light. Not much warmth, admittedly, still, it pales in comparison to Thera'Dor. Which leaves Thelergramor standing next to a construct covered in some crappy tarp.
The wolf stands there, wearing his old coat, hat and plague mask, hands in his pockets as he awaits whoever chose to stop by for the golem test.
Hartford clomps steadily across the Tournament grounds, leaving big hoof prints in the turf. The huge reindeer has arrived to fulfill that fantasy held by large, awkward men everywhere: namely, breaking things on purpose by invitation. He is not wearing hus usual Blackback House armor though. Tonight, the blue reindeer is dressed in loose whit trousers, tied at the waist with a blue, snowflake sash and his trusty luchador mask tied tightly round his face with its blue flames licking around his eyes.
Cassidy trots along the city, having wanted to break back into the swing of assignments after her vacation. "This isn't quite what I had in mind," she quips to the jaguar at her side before snickering. "But it's a start, I suppose, huh?"
Natska snickers, making her way alongside Cassidy with an easy, long pace. "I know what you mean, love, but it's something, at least." She's wearing her armor today, and takes a moment to adjust her gauntlets as she grins at Thel, nodding. "Heyas, Thel! And H- erm, sir Snowmark."
Thelergramor smiles behind his mask at those approaching, glad he ended up with people he knew and not many random mercs. "Natska, Cassidy, Snowmark. Glad you all could make it. So, nice night for this. Not unbearably hot and such... Anyway, pulled you all down here to... kick the shit out of this beast here-" Thelergramor pulls the tarp from the golem with a flurish, which turns out to be something vaguely spider shaped. About 5'10" tall at the 'shoulder'. Eight legs, though two are kept off the ground near the front as... they're frickin' swords! It has a wolf head at the front, sharp (Well, blunt now, but clearly meant to be sharpened later!) looking fangs protruding from the muzzle. "That's it. Just a test fight, really. The blades are blunted, no venom's been applied, runes haven't been carved yet... Still, always a chance of injury, yeah? You'll be payed, of course. Don't worry about breaking it, either. I should be able to fix any damage you do to it... Probably..."
Hartford swallows hard when Natska greets him. "Yes!" he says, a little too loudly to be normal conversation, "I am Yugo Snowmark! I am here to visit Sweetwater! We met in Caldera!" Sound like the big guy has practiced this in front of a mirror or something. "I-I would like to test myself against your machine!" he says, his voice slow and deep. And smash stuff up, of course.
Cassidy raises her brow, peering at Hartford for a moment before chuckling and adjusting her tophat. "Hello, Thel. I dunno, I'm a little hesitant to go breaking the creations of a friend. Seems like a waste, but... I suppose it's better here than in a live battle."
Natska laughs, and then claps her hands, nodding. "That is an interesting design, Thel. I approve of it." She walks back and forth a little, looking at it. "Very nice. And you are sure you want us to punch it, though? I can hit kind of hard."
Thelergramor nods at those gathered. "Well, you have my permission, Yugo. It is what I'm gonna be paying you for." Theler takes a few steps away, still speaking. "Unless you completely dismantle it and scatter the parts, it should be relatively easy to put back together. Built it to go into combat. Things break in combat. Plus, it's not just gonna be sitting there in a heap like it is now."
Smirking behind his mask, the wolf stops next to one of the torches, looks back at the golem and commands it to stand with a short gesture/use of the magic that allows one to command golems. It rises quite easily, gaining a few inches, stopping at a full 6'1".
Once more, he speaks, answering Natska's praise. "Thanks, Natska. Came to me in a dream after I crushed a rock spider with a cannon. But, yeah, whenever you're ready, start wailing on it. It'll fight back, though."
Hartford grins through his luchador mask and hefts his enormous halberd. "Whatever you say, Mister Thelergramor!" he says, forgetting that 'Yugo' has not been introduced to the wolf. The big guy excels at few things, but smashing stuff is one of them! The huge reindeer raises his weapon and charges into battle!
Cassidy tugs her grimoire up and holds it in her hand. A wiggle of her fingers and a subtle breeze flips it open, pages turning in a flourish as she rehearses herself in her math. "I will let him have the first go, then. I shall proceed afterwards. Unless we are all to do it at once?"
Natska nods her head and shifts her feet, taking up a balanced stance. "Go for it, Yugo. Unless, as Cass said, we go all at once."
Natska gives Thel a grin. "You have been pretty busy while we were out. It's nice to see."
With more direction from it's master, the golem lifts one of it's bladed limbs and shifts into a more combative stance as it's charged by Hartford. Its movements are somewhat sluggish, seems the wolf put so much effort into the locomotive bits that the combat limbs suffered!
He looks over at Cassidy and Natska, nods. "Yeah, been really busy. Did a little painting. Of this golem. And, well, building it, yeah. Been months off and on in getting it to this point. And, attack all at once if you want, yeah. The closer to real battle, the better the test'll go."
Hartford charges in, swinging his halberd low and sweeping it up under the golem's weaponized arms, aiming for the joints in its hard plating. "Luuuuuuuuck!" he bellows his battle cry!
"Very well," Cassidy says simply, nodding at Natska and snapping her spell tome shut. "Let's see how it works out, then!" She closes her eyes behind her mask for a moment, bringing a hand up. There's a bit of static build up in the air, and the unique smell of ozone prefacing a large crack as a bolt of blue lightning strikes down from the sky towards the golem's back.
Natska watches Yugo charge in, her ears tilting back; then she takes a half-hop to the side and moves in to attack the golem at an angle, staying clear of Cassidy's line of sight and flanking the golem with Hartford as she jabs at a leg.
The as of yet unnamed spider machine is struck directly in one of the gaps in its plating! Halberd hacks right up in there, splitting the plates where they connect and leaving a hole that if one were to look up into it, they'd see another lair of plating! Redundancy!
And, now there's lightning! Lightning doing what it does, it strikes the golem, heating it by a few hundred or thousand degrees F for a few seconds before it cools; the effect of the lightning passing through something quickly. Fortunately for Natska and Hartford, the fastest path to the ground after touching the golem is not where they are in contact with it!
Natska's strike collides with the plate of one of its legs, causing a dent and a slight wobble from the limb.
The golem swings one of the blunted blades in a wide arc, sluggishly trying to hit Natska and Hartford.
