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GuardianOni Shaman          Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Oni pulled the blade aside as Alex rushed in close. Oni leveled the staff horizontally and used the part between his two hands as a battering ram as he closed the two-foot distance. Oni aimed the staff at Alex's middle.
Oni knew that even if somehow Alex's blocks, the two will be too close for either of them to use their weapons. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Oni raised the pole arm to bring the sword up as Alex tried to slice into his shoulder. Alex's punch connects.
The punch was solid. It went underneath the two locks weapons, and made a solid hit into Oni stomach. But there was two unfortunate parts to this. First, Oni's muscles were tensed already, and when Alex removed his hand from his bastard sword Oni readied himself from the impact. So while the punch made an impressive sound, it had no real effect on Oni. Second Oni took the opportunity to use his size and strength to his advantage. (And the fact that Alex has only one hand on his sword, while Oni has two, and leverage.) Oni shoves Alex's blade at its owner, mere inches away. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| I think it would be interesting to get like a report card, or a note PMed to the fighters.
Something to help them improve their sim battle abilities. But if you say no, then no it is. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Under his cart Avron glances once in the direction of someone in the group, but stops and shakes his head as if to reprimand himself. Laying down all the way Avron closes his eyes and starts to drift off to a fitful sleep.
OOC: I'm staying. And I want to continue this. If there are a few others that are interested in this, then let them try their hands at it. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Since Alex and Oni them selves were mere inches apart, and both weapons were in between them Alex’s fist had about half an in of room to make the swing. Oni let Alex’s fist catch on the locked weapons.
But Oni knew he needed to break this lock or nothing would happen. Oni simply pushed off from Alex, putting them about five feet apart. As Oni set him self he jabbed at Alex's face. Then slashed at his shoulder. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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That's strange... I thought it would be higher... |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| The one and only time I had my IQ tested I got a 92.
In my high school there was an "honor award" for students that got a 2.5 GPA or higher. I was one of five that didn't get it. That's the past. Here's the present. My GPA is barely 2.0, and basic concepts confuse me. So if you feel you've got to compare you self with someone go a head. Look Lee. If you want to find any sort of validation. Go find it. The only one that can validate you is you. Sounds like some stupid concept that should be on a hallmark card, but it's true. We can all tell you what we think of you, but only the parts you will let sink in will affect you. As for your Prius. You know how to get a job. And you know how the world works. If you really want something go and get it. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Name: Jake Roberts
Age: 21 Hometown: Mount Vernon, Wa Weapons: M1A1 Thompson SMG (eight 30 round clips, and two 120 round drum) 3 pineapple grenades, and a bowie knife. Rank: Corporal Jake stood in the back of the packed landing craft. Either from nerves or seasickness, the man in front of him just threw-up. Jake agreed with him either way. It took Jake a moment to realize that the brass in the front was yelling something. " -If he isn't dead already." Suddenly behind Jake the driver of the tub called out "FOURTY SECONDS!!!" Over the din of every thing, the waves, the distant gunfire and explosions, Jake heard the yelling of the General in the front. "Alright. Stay sharp, and watch the crossfire. If you get lost, look for me" Jake reached back to the clip holder on his back, and pulled from underneath a round drum clip. He knew it wasn't strictly regulation, but he figured if he died here he wouldn’t have to worry about getting in trouble. Besides he saw some with nickel-plated .45's. And this was a load more practical. He placed the clip, and pulled back the bolt. The large round drum made the weapon look like a deformed Tommy gun. Jake was ready. And with nothing else to do he found himself counting down under his breath. Thirty-two, thirty-one, thirty, twenty-nine..." (Last edited by GuardianOni on 12-14-05 02:02 AM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| "...twelve, eleven, ten..."
"TEN SECONDS!!!" Was called out behind him. "...nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, here we go." The door banged opened and the men started to push there way out. Jake being in the back had to wait a few seconds. He saw the general leave the boat, then a few others. That’s when the bullets started to tear into the landing boat. There were sprays of blood, and for a moment Jake couldn't see anything but crimson. Without thinking Jake reached over to the side of the landing craft and hauled himself over the side. It felt like it took him forever to hit the shallow surf. Hauling himself up he found that himself in knee-deep seawater. Looking up he saw a few blockades, and higher up the beach a capsized craft. Weighing the options he thought the capsized craft might provide better cover. Running forward Jake focused on getting to cover. It took him only a few seconds to get halfway there, and it was about that time that he realized that there was already someone there. Another few seconds and Jake was diving next to the man as a hail of gunfire came from the nearest bunker. As the rounds continued to pound into the craft, and the surrounding sand Jake peeked up at his cover buddy. Jake didn't know him but from the looks of what he was carrying the man was an engineer. "Hello." Jake said. "Need some help?" |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Yay... I'm still the lowest...
The sad thing is I was being honest... hmmm... odd |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| "Okay then." Jake said with a nod. And just how am I suppose to do this?" Jake thought to himself.
Watching the tracers as they hit the sand, Jake tried to get an idea of the angle they were coming from. After a few moments Jake belly crawled toward the far end of the craft. While it was still being hit, just not as much as the rest of the craft. Looking back he shouted over the various noises to the engineer "When I give the word run out from the other side. I'll either get them, or get their attention." Coming up to one knee Jake took a deep breath, waited for the spray of bullets to pass, and twisted around the side of the craft. The nearest bunker was the one spraying the area with machinegun fire. A large dark gray block, tall and imposing. Near the top was what looked like a thin slice. From there came several streams of tracers from machineguns. Jake couldn’t really see the individual soldiers at this distance, but judging by the tracers Jake had a rough idea of where they were. Leveling his Thompson Jake started to fire at the source of the tracers. "GO!!!" Jake yelled as loud as he could. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| ake swiveled back around behind the cover of the up turned craft. He looked up to see a sniper zeroing in on a target from a crater not that far away. The sniper takes his shot. One of the sprays of gunfire stops completely. The rest start to shift over to the crater sniper.
"Okay... Here we go again." This time Jake stood up fully. And took aim. As Jake pulled the trigger he watched as his bullets hit in and around the cut in the bunker. Moving the Thompson back and forth the one stream of bullets went up and down the length of the emplacement. Weather the gunners were killed, or just taking cover Jake couldn't tell. Either way they had stopped shooting. And that suited Jake fine. Without taking his eyes off the target Jake started to side step around the boat. He knew that while his clip was large it would run out all too soon. Walking forward he kept the fire trained upon the emplacement. Hoping that the other would use this small time to move up. Jake took a few more steps. Then "Click" The clip was empty. As if that click was a starting pistol Jake was sprinting the rest of the distance for the remains of the shingle emplacement. Lying against the embankment next to the hole created by a set explosive Jake took a moment to reload. Removing the large drum Jake set it back where he pulled it from, and pulled out a normal thirty shot clip. Once he had taken care of this He looked around to see, who used his covering fire. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Oni thought that the wind might be nice if it didn't have sand in it. Feet slipping a little in the lose sand Oni reached the designated place. This time Oni wore his leather duster, buttoned and zipped up, with the hood up. As the wind and the sand battered the outside of the leather Oni hefted the war hammer in his right hand. And leaned it against his shoulder.
Oni stood with his back against the wind. Waiting. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Oni nods to his opponent in respect. Then with a smile he says, "Bit windy, huh? Who's idea was it to meet here?"
Shrugging off the large war hammer Oni held it at the ready. His right hand gripping next to the large head, and his left gripping down by the but of the handle. His left foot forward, toes pointing at his opponent, and right foot back. Oni was as ready as he was going to be. OOC: IRL chain mail is only effective armor against slashing weapons (swords, axes). Because it flexes the force of a bludgeoning attack is not stopped. So because I'm wielding a war hammer it doesn’t really matter. So I don't care if you keep it. But the anklets of speed, that might be a problem (Last edited by GuardianOni on 12-21-05 01:01 AM) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Jake pulled the bolt back on his Thompson, and as he looked up he was startled to see someone saluting him. He recognized it as being the sniper from before. He watched at the sniper takes out an enemy, and then reports to him.
Then Jake sees the oak leaf. Oh shit... He thinks I'm an officer. A barrage of enemy gunfire on his location caused him to instinctively duck farther behind cover. Oh shit... They think I'm an officer. The barrage stopped, and Jake look at the Major sniper. "Sir, I'm enlisted!" He shouted over the din. Pointing at the two chevrons on his sleeve to show his real rank. Running through the opening next to him Jake thought he recognized the brass from the front of his boat. He wanted us to stick with him... Looking at the Major next to him he shouts, "Sir, I think we should go through here, and regroup with the general. I'll provide cover fire." Readying himself to roll up to his knees he spots another from his boat in a crater. Jake waves at the man, gestures for him to come up. Then rolling up to his knees he opens fire on the nearest machine gun emplacement. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Oni took a few loping strides to close the distance between his opponent, and himself. Just outside of Oni's striking range Oni side stepped so that the wind was blowing sand directly into Drizzt's face, and eyes.
Oni raised the hammer high to feint a strike at Drizzt's head, but swung low at Drizzt's lead leg's knee. OOC: sorry it took me so long to respond. Been very busy. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| The voices in the TV... They are talking.... Are they talking to me? I'm the only one in the room, so they must be. *Gasp* So are the voices in the CD... They are talking to me...
... Ok, seriously. That is fairly sad. The lady should seek mental help. And throw away her TV. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| Name: Gregory Oliver Davinport
Occupation: Bard Race: human Gregory walked down the town's main street. With every step he seemed to be on the verge of breaking into dance. He hummed to himself a balled of his own creation as he walked. The walking stick held loosely in his hand bounced to the beat of Gregory's internal music. Hanging across his shoulders was his duffle bag, and strapped across his back, like some warriors carry their swords, was a lute. He also had a flute, and a hand drum in his pack. Along with extra clothes, and provisions. The only visible weapons were a dagger and hatchet on his belt. As he walked the unmistakable sound of a tavern caught his ear. He quickly changed direction. Outside of the tavern he waited as someone went up the steps and into the tavern. Once the man before him cleared the door Gregory bounded up the few steps and entered into the tavern. Once he entered the tavern he was easily one of the most noticeable. First he wore a bright red long-sleeved shirt, untied at the neck. And off white pants tucked into his soft leather boots. And second he had a thick white cloth tied around his eyes. After a moment of standing just inside the doorway Gregory makes his way through the people to the bar. And waits for the barkeep to finish with the men at the other end of the bar before calling him over. ((OOC: Who plays the non-player characters? The one's interacting with them or will a set person be playing the NPC?)) |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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| OOC: you saluted the one with the Thompson... That was me... My character is a corporal. Not even an officer. Dosn't really matter.
BIC: Jake fired until the clip was empty again, but this time he felt like taking a risk. Yeah like being out on this beach isn't enough of a risk. He thought to himself as he stood and made for the opening. Passing through only a few steps in front of the renewed machine gun fire. He reached the bunker wall where the general had been and took a moment to reload, again. Looking up he saw the trench that the others were in. Running across the open field he quickly reached the others as the major sniper dispatches a German with a handgun. "Sorry I'm late." He says as he takes cover with his back against the wall next to Jobes. |
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GuardianOni Shaman Since: 09-07-04 From: The dark path Since last post: 5635 days Last activity: 5094 days |
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Originally posted by Vulkar Sorry about that... Bad timing? Oh well... I got away with it that time. =P (J/K) Elara the reason he can't do it is because if he did allow you to go back and continue I would have an argument to reopen mine with Drizzt. (Only 2 hours, and 59 minutes past the deadline.) But it's past. So lets move on... Is it too late to sign up for wild card? |
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