No worries, I was sorta thinking something like that had happened, atleast you didnt just jump ship like so many DMs do.
Im interested in moving to one of the other campaigns, just curious what a Heirophant is, and what levels the campaigns are at.
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Aye, given proper equipment, I shall gladly be at the front of our assault.
At first Sizerox was wary and ready, scanning the darkness for any signs of an approaching threat. But as time wore on he started to get bored. With a sigh he sat down on the cold stone, leaning against the rampart. It needs doing...doesnt have to mean I gotta like it.
Busying himself with loading the ballista and moving more bolts close to the contrapion, Sizerox looked up briefly to answer Jack. Hmm, I think right here is just fine, best to stay close to eachother in case something unexpected happens.
I can haul ballista bolts all day if need be, but as for the manning of it, I have no expertice with such contraptions. He stood up, placing his weapon in its scabbard across his back. So I guess firing it will be up to Gregory. Should we head there emideatly?
Returning to the quartermaster, Sizeroxs mood brightens as he hands over the boar spear. I thank you for the use of your weapon, it served as truly as the craftsmanship hinted it would. At the offer of any weapon they wanted, he quickly pointed out a Falchion behind the orc. I shall take the one then. If what little memory I have serves me well, such a blade is favoured by your people is it not? It would be an honor to contiue such a tradition, even though I stand but a human. handling the blade, he sat down with a wheatstone to get to know his new blade. A look of realization played across his face, and he looked up at Gazerich. I would be most grateful if you would keep your eyes open for any breastplates coming through here...I should were much like such a thing.
Snorting at his inability to control his urges, Sizerox did his best not to meet the gaze of Finder as he spoke. Sullenly he gathered up the short swords, sticking one in his belt, before wrapping the rest in a bundle of cloth and hostering it under his arm. Yes, well...I best get these and the spear back to the quartermaster then. Keeping his eyes on the floor, a displeased frown on his face, he started waking back the way they had come.
Hearing Jacks stern voice, almost commandingly telling them not to kill the enemy in front of him, Sizerox instead proceeded to headbutt the creature square in the face.
Continuing to bellow like a beast, Sizerox lay about himself with the spear, attempting to reach Finder.
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With a blood curdling roar, Sizerox threw himself at the creature attacking Finder, adrenalin rushing through his body in seconds. He had been worried how he might react to combat, but in this moment there was no concern, no fear...only blood. Turned into a bit of text wall so spoilered it:
With an eagerness he was still struggling to come to terms with, Sizerox moved to the front of the Group, spear held at the ready. His posture was slightly hunched, legs bent as if ready to leap. You nervous Gregory? He asked with the slightest hint of a smile. Its alright, do not lament such emotions. They make you more man than machine, more friend than enemy. Flashing a fullblown toothy grin he adds: If you prove useful in a scrap you might make a friend yet! A random sound from the darkness, a bat squeaking or a pebble falling, turns his attention back towards the front.
Sizerox grips the spear tightly and nods as Gregory speaks, then moves to follow. Very well Finder, lead on. Are we likely to see combat on this patrol, or is it usually just a quiet stroll? His voice hints at an eagerness for the patrol to be anything but quiet.
Sizerox accepts the spear, grasping it in both hands and testing the feel of it. After a few practice stabs he looks back at Gazerich. An impressive bit of craftsmanship I must say. And it is yours personally? You honor me with the responsibility. He placed the bastard sword back on the counter as he spoke, touching a clenched fist to his heart as he spoke of honor. He didnt have much understanding of why he said and did what he did, but it felt right. I shall endeavour to see it safely returned to you Thinking for a moment he added I hate to ask after such a mighty offering, but could I maybe ask for a throwing weapon, a few javelins perhaps?
At Gazerichs question, a multitude of weapon names flashed through Sizeroxs mind. It made him dizzy and he had to lean on the nearest wall, holding a hand to his head. Noticing the strange looks from the others, he straightened his back coughed a few times. I was thinking something like a longsword or a battleaxe, but this will do. Although if you have a truly twohanded weapon I should like that instead. If I cant be versatile just yet, atleast I can make every swing count all the more. Looking over the armor on display he picked up a suit of hide armor. This will do nicely I think.
Sizerox pickup up the bastard sword, testing its weight in his hand. It felt familiar, comfortable. He had held a blade before, he was sure of that now. He gave it a few swings. I think this is beyond my skill to weild in one hand alone, but a fine weapon all the same. Grabbing a wheatstone, he found a place to sit and proceeded to investigate if weapon sharpening was amongst the skills he had once possessed.
Sizerox nodded grimly at Gazerich. And work for it I shall, no arguments there. I will take whatever you can offer, although I would prefer a shield and a weapon that may be weilded either onehanded or twohanded. If any armor can be spared I shall gladly accept that as well. Looking about the place to see if he could spot anything that appealed to him he added: Are you in charge of the patrols? I am well rested and eager to earn my keep.
Sizerox didnt fancy sleeping just yet, but figured he needed to be well rested before going on any kind of patrol. His overly full stomach also conspired against him, making him drowsy. With a satisfied burp he started to look for somewhere to lie down. As he walked he turned towards his companions. Well I for one will be seeing about that patrol in the morning. Anyone wanna come with, let me know and ill come find you before I leave. Good night That night Sizerox slept longer and more heavily than he could ever remember having done.
At the mention of potential coming danger and things they might require, Sizerox rose from his chair and called after Sheena. About that, who do I have to speak to about some equipment? I dont intend to go willingly if they do come, but it would be alot easier to fight back if I had a weapon, some armor perhaps as well.
You do that Je'grik Sizerox gasped through food stuffed cheeks. I personally intend to make them regret ever putting this thing in my head. You wouldnt beleive some of the things you can do with the right chemicals He paused for a second to swallow, washing down a tankard of water in the process. Pressing a finger to his temple, he continued. Its all in here, the whole damn periodic table. I just gotta get some hands on experience, experiment for myself He looked around with a grave expression. And then ill blow those bastards to kingdom come!
From behind the small castle of plates and bowls he has dragged to his side of the table, Sizerox grunts in agreeance with Gregorys question.
Sizerox stared down at the meal which had been placed in front of him. He knew what it was, and he had a faint recollection that it tasted alright, but all the same he had only managed to poke at it with his fork. Finally with an irritated growl, he stabbed his fork into it and jabbed the food into his mouth. Chewing in an awkward exaggerated manner, his face slowly went from angry to surprised and then finally delighted. With approving grunts, he looked around at the others, eyes wide as he nodded excitedly. GOOD! he gasped before shoveling more inside his mouth.
Sizerox fell silent for a short while, contemplation written plainly on his face. I do not worship a God, no, but I know I once did. Like so many things from my previous life, I know I have done it, but do not remember how or why. I know there are Gods, but I do not know any of them...it is a strange feeling. Noting the reverense with which the passing people greet her he asks: What station do you hold here, that the people defer to you in such a way? Are you their leader?
Sizerox had been occupied marveling at their surroundings as they walked, only half paying attention to what was being said, but at the mention of electricity he joined the conversation. The electricity part I know of firsthand, it was what freed me from their influence, and later landed me on that ship. So it would seem it has set me free once more. Do any of the gods favour electricity? I should think such a deity worthy of my approval, all things considered.
Realizing how heavyhanded his greeting was, Sizerox stopped, placing his hand on Jacks shoulder to steady him, using the other to try to straighten out the mans jacket. Sorry. Moving past the strange woman, out into the open air of freedom, he looked around to see if there was any chance he could find his own way. But nothing looked familiar to him. And why should it, everything outside the complex he had come from was unfamiliar. Lead the way then. Not to sound like a broken record, but I would know who im following. Whats your name?
Sizerox stared dumbfounded at the woman. Had it not been for everyone else apparently having seen her before, he would have been vary. Still looking at her, he absentmindedly reached out a hand towards Jack to shake his, instead getting a hold of his tunic and shaking Jack as a whole instead. Uuh, yeah, manners...Sizerox
Grabbing hold of the restraints, Sizerox pauses a moment and looks at the man. Your name for your freedom then. he says while cracking a slight smile.
At Je'griks request, Sizerox walked over to the unconsious man who had yet to be named (Jack). Having no other way of checking if he was alive, Sizerox lightly tapped him in the temple with two fingers. Hey, you dead man? Getting no responce he looked over at the others and shrugged, then turned back to the man, raised his arm, and delivered a rough slap to the side of the mans head.
Noticing the others looking off into the distance, Sizerox turned to look in the same direction. What is it? he said, voice heavy with concern.
@Gregory, did he fail to accepts Sizeroxs hand and greet him because you forgot it or because he actually didnt wanna shake his hand? Dont wanna jump the gun and make a post about how Sizerox is offended :)
Sitting for several long moments, mostly absentmindedly prodding at the fallen Android but not so much searching as looking away in embarrasment, he finally broke the silence. They get inside your head too? For now then, "the enemy of my enemy" and all that. Didnt look like you were listening earlier so heres my name a second time. I am Sizerox. Who are you? He reached out his hand, both a greeting and an offer of peace. "The League"...is that what our captors call themselves?
Watching the halflings feeble attempts to pry his restraints open, Sizerox decided he stood a better chance of getting himself free than relying on the diminutive creatures help. Straining with ever fiber of his being, aided by a desperate need to leave this place, he burst his restraints with a roar.
He then turned to the creature who had spoken about e League Patrol, huffing from his physical excertion, his words dripping with contempt and distrust at the metallic man. Why should we trust your words metal man? For all we know you are a spy, planted to follow us around...Some new kind of sick experiment! As he talked he walked over to the fallen Andriod and started looking it over for anything useful.
Sizerox turned to the halfling at the offer of assistance. Well it feels like I could get out of these given a little time, but I dont plan to be here any longer than nessesary. So yes, if you dont mind.
PTSD? Thats some pretty heavy stuff, sorry to hear it. As for the game, I was willing to continue even before learning that your posts were not reflective of your personality, so I say "lets do it!"
Yeah im cautiously optimistic that this will still keep going. The setting is just too tempting to try to give up on it.
Coughing violently, Sizerox awoke from the brief blackout, opening his eyes but quickly shutting them again as his vision blurred. OW!!! By the Gods what happened? Opening his eyes more slowly, he tried to focus and take in the surroundings. No doubt their crash would not have gone unnoticed, and he didnt intend to be here when a search party arrived.
Not really an attitude, was just curious, but ok.
Hah, atleast you get to eat your food. Given the situation I cant show you, but they fed me through a tube they stuck in my back. Programming us to know how to eat was apparently too much trouble. He smiled as he talked, but his eyes betrayed memories that had been anything but fun. I must have eaten something at some point, but if I ever did I do not remember. Whats it like, eating things with your mouth instead of your spine?
Takesh the Whisper...and Wildheart the Roar. he mused, more to himself than to anyone around him. He sat quiet for a while, then suddenly looked up at the others, the glistening of barely contained tears visible in his eyes. I dont suppose any of you got a way out of here? he said, a slight tremble of dispair in his voice.
Subject 3728? He spat on the floor. You should lead with Je'grik, not the name these bastards give you. He looked at the floor for several long seconds. Atleast you have your own name to give. All I know is the name they branded me with. They call me 6-0-K He looked up from the floor, staring off sideways into space, his lips curled, clearly thinking about something. Then he looked at Je'grik. Lets make it Sizerox. Rolls off the tongue better...and atleast it sounds like an actual name.
6-0-K silently watched the spectacle of the Ekunas struggle. He knew the futility of it, but he said nothing. Not because he feared the thing, nor because it more than likely wouldnt listen, but because he felt like doing the same thing. They had found out. From the start he hadnt been a good actor, and dropping something so heavy on his foot he had not been able to contain himself. For some reason he was still alive, being transported somewhere. When they hjad bound and examined him, he had gotten the feeling that they found his condition interesting. He wasnt sure why, but somehow he feared he would have been better off dead. Grunting slightly as he tested his strength against his restraint to confirm that it was indeed futile, he looked around at his travel companions. As closed off as he was, the prospect of sharing words with someone after months of being alone, was too much. "Wildheart" eeh? Seems pretty apt A low chuckle escaped his lips. So, whats everyone here for?
Signing in. While it doesnt REALLY matter, I have to ask, does the fact that im written as "the 7th" mean I only got in because there were only 7 of us? |