With another barrage of blades, Baywulf pushes God-Bearer to try and finish off the mauler.
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Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Baywulf charges in with his greatblade at the ready.
Slicing into the mauler, he lashes out with his survival knife too. With the beasts of Sparr, any damage was good damage.
"Ah, yes, snjórnaut, ah, snow ox to offworlders. Good eating."
"We must fight! To take down a glacial mauler...gods, what a battle that would be." A second voice comes across the comms, from the same channel as Baywulf, He grumbles, "Hmph, Leita knows well what I do not, at times. Perhaps evasion is a better tactic than forthright assault."
Baywulf does his best to guide the party through the blizzard, relying on his sense of the lands of Sparr and guidance from Leita the Seeker.
Baywulf sneers, broadcasting on the inter-squad frequency, "Foes of the gods. I should strike the bastard down for his insults to the spirits." He comms to the new mech, "These are not Blackhorn lands! The wilds of Sparr have no masters, of that you must be aware in your ignorance of the world."
God-Bearer was dinged up, and bad. The treeline kept the worst of the blizzard at bay, and Baywulf's Sparri nano-weave parka kept the rest of the cold away. He sets to work on repairing, patching the holes in it's plating and welding the gashes left by the ice vultures.
"Beasts of the driving snow chewed upon me. God-Bearer is damaged, and Leita urges caution."
Baywulf swaps to his rifle, firing off a shot with it at the young vulture nearest to him before firing his pistol at the other remaining enemy.
Baywulf’s blade misses the ice vulture next to him, but he follows it up with quick strikes from his pistol and survival knife.
Baywulf charges in, switching from his rifle to his great-blade and swinging it at the ice vulture. He then slashes with his survival knife to try and get a bit of extra damage in.
Baywulf charges forward. Unable to get into melee range, he fires at the already wounded ice vulture with his assault rifle.
He then fires off a shot with his pistol, hoping to get some more damage in on the beast.
Baywulf broadcasts over comms, ”Ice vultures! Hunters that feed off the frozen dead. They do not falter when it comes to bringing those living to the icy fingers of a cold death.”
Baywulf tries to help the party through the storm but can’t manage to get through the sensor interference the storm is causing.
Through a mouthful of alpacox jerky he says over his commlink, ”Almost exactly. Leita, give me a percentage.” The smooth synthetic voice of his onboard NHP chimes in, ”Approximately 93.26% correct. Good work Cascade.”
Baywulf smiles when he sees God-Bearer. It looks quite a bit like him, covered in the same stylized runic circuit patterns, and survival gear of all types is strapped onto it. Mounting his mech is like second nature, and the soft, synthetic voice of Leita the Seeker echoes in his head as the neural links connect to the small silver neuro-studs on his forehead. "The Thunder-Walker returns. What glories will we seek now?" Baywulf chuckles and replies quietly, not broadcasting over his comm link, "We venture to the Fjallandir Mountains to save a team that has met an unknown fate."
"I have nothing more I feel I must know. Let us move out and bring back Argent."
I’m bees! I think I changed my nickname there.
Baywulf’s Sparri accent is far thicker as he speaks. Indeed, the man looks like he’s stepped straight out of some holovid about the life of the people of Sparr for an effete urbanite in the core worlds. Long hair flows down his back and intricate tattoos that blur the line between runes and circutry cover his skin. ”My clan’s lands were far from the Fjallandir Mountains. What beasts are said to dwell there? Beyond that, if it was not the children of the wilds or the teeth of the angry storms that has rendered Argent lost, have you any ideas who or what it could be?”
Dot! Gameplay doesn't seem to work for me though.
Not only am I interested, I've got a Sparri character already built! Baywulf "Thunder Walker" Fjell-Skalva is a native of Sparr, and a initiate to the mysteries of the techno-shamanic warrior class of the Sparri. He's got a mixture of combat and tech skills, along with the NHP Specialist background. His NHP is a fragment of his clan's god named Leita the Seeker, and is held within his mech, God-Bearer. God-Bearer is built for melee combat with a spear but can also hold it's own at range or in a skirmish with an assault rifle and a pistol/tactical knife. His background will take a little retooling, but it's mostly good to go.
Baywulf takes his last few steps as he crashes into the Hive with his warspear as he says to Leita, "Ready for battle!" Unused to controlling in VR, however, his swing goes wide.
Oh, cool! Still getting a hang of these rules.
Baywulf keeps charging forward, getting closer to the Hive 3.
There should be a macro in the folder icon next to that numbered task bar with a macro for pausing and unpausing.
Baywulf runs forward, getting ready to meet the enemy headlong.
Baywulf takes a seat on the couch, jacking directly into the VR machine through the cybernetic implant in his neck. His lips move in barely-audible, murmuring prayer to the cyber-gods of Sparr as he transitions into virtual existence. He hefts his war spear nodding to Road Block, "Copy that."
Baywulf nods, ”A good plan. Too long since I really moved.”
Baywulf gulps down his cup. Since leaving Sparr, he's gotten a taste for the stuff. He skims through the data they've been given before saying to Alphons, "With the spirits of the machine, it is best to tread lightly, especially for one's well-seated in their power. I suppose, though, we are here to destroy the attackers, not commune with the powers that be. It matters little who they are, we will grind them into the dust and stand victorious over their remains."
Baywulf pulls himself out of his pod, grunting at the rapid transition. The cold didn't bother him much, but a defrosting brain never felt good. He exhales heavily before looking at the captain and saying in a deep voice, thick with the clipped accent of the Sparri, "Yes. Coffee. As soon as possible." [ooc]I'm thinking Baywulf speaks with an accent a bit between Russian and Scandinavian.[/b]
Baywulf's not much of a leader either. I'm inclined towards egalitarian groups, but maybe having some suit from corporate as an indirect leader could work? Something like a middle manager who just needs the boxes on his report checked. His NHP is named Leita the Seeker, a fragment of the NHP that serves as his clan's god. Leita serves to cool Baywulf's temper, to serve as a steady hand in lieu of one of the clan elders being there to calm him down.
Figured out the issue. A quirk of Paizo's anti-bot measures seems to make it so that you can't have duplicate posts within a thread, and my dotting was a duplicate.
Dotting in!
Hey y'all, thanks to GM R0B0GEISHa for the pick! How do I join the game on The Forge? Oddly enough, I also can't seem to post in the gameplay thread. |