[IC] TotMV:G2: Val Habar and the Terrible Tigrex

[Hal Henderics]

"In any case, I must leave soon, I need to attend to the smithy, I am currently enhancing the Sharpening Wheel with a new grit,so I can make shovels."

Edited April 18, 2017 by Hal Henderics

[Strider]

Liliya-Servants' Quarters

 

"Oh. Sharpening? I think..." She searched through her pockets for a moment, and pulled out a small knife. "Yeah. I think this could do with a bit of sharpening..." She turned, a little puzzled, to Masaru. "So did you want to show us? I'd really like to see...Or do you want to come to the smithy?" Liliya hesitated, unwilling to miss anything that might be happening.

[Chevaleresse]

"A demonstration? I could do one, I think, just let me think. Most of the ones I use are for physical enhancements, so they're not too flashy, and something tells me the thunderclap might be a bit much for inside. . ." He walked a short distance to an intersection in the halls, to give himself a bit more room. "Hmm. . . No lightning, since that's me and not the form. . . Oh, I know just the thing." He stretched his arms and legs out, leaning one direction and then the other. "Don't really use this one in combat, but it looks plenty flashy, just let me remember the stance." He swung his blade at the air in front of himself twice experimentally, then pulled back into a pose with one foot forward and his weapon pointed straight backward. He moved into another pose, moving his opposite foot forward as he reversed the blade's position, holding it over his head and pointed forward. With a loud warcry, he thrust the weapon down and forward. As he did so, a burst of flame formed along the weapon in the shape of a dragon with maw opened; at the apex of the thrust, the jaws lunged forward another few feet and snapped closed before dissipating in a burst. 

 

"Does that give you an idea of what they're like?"

[kj1225]

Andre blinks in surprise. It didn't really seem like a technique from his world but it was familiar all the same. Not really surprising given dragons a fire element goes together like alcoholism and being a hero. Okay, maybe that's just Andre, but the point stands.

"... So does that berserk targets? Because that would be good against mages and the like."

[Strider]

Liliya-Servants' Quarters

 

Liliya clapped a little. "Wow, that was impressive. Not used in combat much? Is it too telegraphed? Uh. Like, do the movements tip your enemy off too much?" Even with careful attempts at clarity, Liliya did find herself lapsing into careless speech that wouldn't be understood by those outside her world. "I mean, dragons are always cool, and fire's cool, so there's gotta be some reason not to use it often..."

"Anyhow, to the smithy now?"

[Chevaleresse]

"It doesn't fit into my style well, and I don't actually have it practiced that well. The guy I learned it from could execute the same thing twice as fast and actually applied it in the one fight I saw him in." Andre was rambling again, but he pieced together what he was trying to say - and he did not appreciate it. 

 

"No, it does not render people berserk." Masaru said the line flatly as he turned to give Andre a hard look. "And don't even think about implying that I would use something so vile again."

[kj1225]

Andre raises his hands defensively. 

"Hey, a simple no would suffice. I mean, I know it's an annoying thing to have happen to your healer but it's not all that bad. Hell, it's really usefull actually. Matt used it quite a bit and pretty much beat the monolith by himself."

[Hal Henderics]

"Interesting, most magics from my world do not have such a built in thematic, in many cases.  Do you decide the dragon shape yourself, or is it a natural reaction of your inner magic?"

[Chevaleresse]

"It's built in. Some believe that an association with a thing can give a technique the properties of that thing; in this case, a dragon's raw power. I don't know if it's true." He turned to face Andre, a deep scowl evident on his face. "I don't care how useful this magic is. I don't care if your 'friend' conquered this monolith by himself. Do not associate yourself with such a thing in my presence further, or we will come to blows. Do you understand me?"

[Strider]

Liliya-Servants' Quarters

 

"Not a big fan of mind control stuff? I can understand. It feels like a violation." That was all she said. From Andre's rambling, it sounded as though this attack caused a person to go berserk. Her only knowledge of boing berserk was a vague association with a state of increased violence and no control. Scary stuff. "Mar, which direction is the smithy? Come on Masaru." Liliya didn't preface it with the question of whether they would go to the forge, she simply stated it as fact. It seemed to be to most reasonable way to allow Masaru to cool down.

[Hal Henderics]

"It is this way, Allow me to lead."

 

Mar points, and then begins walking.  It is... pretty close by, actually.

 

They would find a forge, a quenching tank, a pile of Iron Ingots, some miscellaneous things, and a grindwheel, it reeks of bacteria, and is glowing a bright necromantic purple, it is also on fire. Mar assembles another wheel, and attaches it to the side, made from Scales and Stone, made from magic.

 

He gestures to it.

 

"One of my friends, a demon who is among our allies, granted me crystals of his devlish magic and combined it with my own Necromantic Mana to create an extremely hard and abrasive wheel, able to sharpen weapons to unholy levels of strength, at the cost of tainting it.  It has no real effects from this taint, but if you choose, you can have it sanctified by whatever you feel it needs to be done by."

 

[kj1225]

Andre rolls his eyes. It's like Masaru didn't get that he really wouldn't mind fighting him. Nothing better than a good fight. But that might just be Andre being weird again. With that said he shrugs.

"Alright, whatever you say man... You know, I thought those with dragon blood were supposed to be inherently interested in dominating others however they can. I would have thought you'd be into the idea."

Andre is apparently still itching for a fight. This isn't going to end well.

[Chevaleresse]

Masaru started to follow after Liliya, then stopped at Andre's comment. He slammed the blade down into the ground one-handed, actually driving it into the stone brick flooring with the sound of cracking rock. "I've given you your warnings, and yet you continue to insult me. Don't say you didn't see this coming." Masaru whirled and lunged toward Andre in one motion, a hand balled up into a fist and wreathed in blue lightning - a gut punch was what he was going for, but the quarter-dragon would take what he could get.

[kj1225]

Andre did see it coming apparently since he covered his gut. He didn't see the electricity coming though because he starts flopping around looking ridiculous as the shock runs through his body. It's actually rather amusing to watch.

[Strider]

Liliya-Servants' Quarters en route to Barracks (Smithy)

 

Just a few seconds before Andre had spoken, Liliya had muttered "Shit. Meet up with us when you're done." She twitched instinctively, but as Andre began to speak, she seemed to consign him to his fate. She stepped out of the room, following Mar, waving to Masaru as Andre gave the final insult.

"I'd try to stop them, but the man's getting what he deserves." Liliya followed Mar into the smithy, and looked over the gathered tools. A grinding wheel on fire? Sweet!

"Here. Probably best if you handle the grinding wheel, I'm not all that great with tools myself...The fire won't hurt the blade, right?" Liliya asked, as she handed over her knife to the orc.

 

 

Edited April 19, 2017 by Strider

[Hal Henderics]

Mar nods.

"Don't worry, it hasn't damaged anything yet."

 

Mar, taking the blade, begins to pedal the grindwheel, splattering purple goop everywhere in a spray as the fire on it roars.

 

He runs the blade along this, staining it with a glowing purple pattern, before taking it to the second grit, making the edge even finer.

 

When he returns it, the blade is stained a glowing purple, shaped like a wave running along the edge.

[Strider]

Liliya-Barracks (smithy)

 

Spoiler

Name: Niphe
Description: A damascus steel switchblade, with very little adornment. It is easily concealable, but has a bit of heft to it.
Type: Weapon
Damage: (Now 2d8+DEX inherent) 3d6+DEX
Minimum Stats: 1 STR, 2 SYN
Weight: 1
SYN Threshold/Bonus: Every 5 SYN increases the damage by one weight level. So from 2d8 to 3d6 for now

Special Qualities:

Unholy: Deals unholy (amounts of) damage.

Critical Strike: Attacks with this weapon have a DEX% chance to strike for 2x damage.

Liliya watched as Mar carefully ground the edge down. Normally sharpening a knife that much wouldn't be wise, as the edge would chip. However, the grindstone seemed to work around that problem a bit, through some sort of magic. When Mar had finished, she took the knife, and grabbed th edge of her shirt. With very little effort, the knife made its way through.

"Thanks, Mar. Huh. I hope this isn't insulting or anything, but since I'm new, I don't know...Wha's your species? What do your people call themselves?"

Edited April 19, 2017 by Strider

[Hal Henderics]

--Smithy--

 

"It is no problem.  I am an Orc, of the Stonerist Chi Tribe of Orcs, we are known for our Effective misuse of tools, skills with salvage, cludging, and scavenging, and hold the sacred abilities of our ancestors, the power to improve that which we break, this is a power inherent to Orcs, not simply my specific tribe."

 

"For example, if you were to break a rope, it's ends would be frayed, correct?"

"For me and mine, the ends would be superior to the rest of the rope."

 

"So we are inherently drawn to making as many mistakes as possible, because for us, mistakes lead to improvements."

 

"For others, that truth only exists for their lives, rather than their knives, eh?"

 

Mar chuckles.

 

--Outside--

 

Meanwhile, the sky cracks, as a green meteor smashes into the sand, throwing up clouds and clouds of billowing smoke and floating sand.

 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls!  Presenting, the one! The only! You either Love them or hate them!"

 

"The Dynamic Duo, the Terrible Two-o, The Snake and the Stone! The Green and the Granite!"

"He's Gozer!"

 

"And She is Dackly."

"And we are back and ready to P A R T, Y? Because we just gotta."

 

The Smoke clears, revealing a cyclopic snake woman wearing a flak vest which one can clearly see feathers poking out of, it seems the armor plates were replaced with pillow stuffing for whatever reason, and a giant mass of Stone Tetrinominodes, in the shape of a bushy tailed animal.

 

There is no one actually outside with them.

 

"Oh Cocks. Man, I hate it when our Entrance speeches fall on a dull crowd, why, the audience practically Desert-ed us!"  Dackly puns, waving to the sand surrounding them.

 

"Ok Dackly."  Gozer says simply.  Dackly shoots him a glare.

 

"Whatever, Let's find an audience with better hear-holes so we can hit them with that old Razzle-dazzle, Eh? I can't wait to make some new Friends!"

 

"I agree."  Gozer agrees.

 

Dackly hops on Gozer's Back, and They walk into the Castle before them, knocking on the door politely.

 

Edited April 19, 2017 by Hal Henderics

[Strider]

Liliya-Barracks->Servants' Quarters

 

"I guess so. That's a cool power; most times it's a lot easier to make mistakes than succeed. Does this mean that when you make mistake, you're succeeding at that? Wouldn't that be a success? Ah, nevermind. The important bit is breaking things to make them better. Don't go breaking my knife though..." Liliya was exceptionally pleased with the improvements to her knife. She cosed it with a flip, and pocketed it. "I'm going to head back now. I'm gonna watch one of those two get the pulp beaten out of them. Have any popcorn around here?" She spoke the last bit in a way that made it obvious that it was a joke to Mar, even if he didn't know what the food was. She set off back to the Servants' Quarters, to continue watching the fight.

Edited April 19, 2017 by Strider

[Hal Henderics]

"I've got Maize Seeds, but those do not count."

 

"I will Supervise as well."

 

Mar's face clearly demonstrates that he does not intend to supervise, so much as also watch them beat each other up.

[Chevaleresse]

Andre's convulsing didn't seem to slow Masaru down. If it were a simple spar, he might have calmed himself, but instead he elected to forget that throws in most martial arts consisted of using leverage and the opponent's momentum. He grabbed at Andre's leg and attempted to throw him bodily down the hall, whipping him around in a half circle before releasing the other man and chasing after him as he flew.

[Astrorious]

Vora's expression turned to worry as she realized her mistake. "Forgive me. I didn't know... I was going on the information I had and her actions... though, I probably missed something... I am also attached to my home universe, and I am sure I will lose my shit here soon when it finally sinks in that my former home is gone due to the grievous actions of a war-crazed dictator who we have been trying to keep our eyes on... I think I might have been taking it out on those around me... again, sorry."

Vora looked up, her expression now sad, but not quite crying, "I-Im sorry. things have been difficult for me, and I am sure they have been for you too... I have learned to distance myself from locations I live, but that was difficult where I was due to the people I met during my time there. now they are all dead and my attempt to suppress feelings might have led to me thinking less of those around me when I ended up here," Vora looked back down again, and again struggling to keep herself from losing it, "I-I understand that you are hurting because those you care about are in danger. I wan't to help in any way I can... I h-heard that this ship m-might have a way to get to any universe..." Vora closed her eyes took a deep breath, "and if we are indeed trying to get stronger by helping worlds in turmoil, then maybe we can go to your world and help your people... not a guarantee, but its a possibility."

[kj1225]

Andre was of course quite stunned by the shock. He didn't really do much to stop the dragonman from swing him about. In fact, if Masaru was in the mood to note little details Andre kicked off the ground to asisst the swing. The reason becomes quite clear as he rolls into a crouch facing Masaru. With a smirk he launches himself up at the other's face, fist extended in an uppercut. A savy person would note the similarities between Andre's move and a shoryuken. Not that Andre calls it that.

"RISING DRAGON PUNCH!"

[Chevaleresse]

Masaru hadn't expected the uppercut - apparently he'd overestimated how long the brawler would be helpless. It didn't matter, though. He threw his chest backward and his legs forward, going almost entirely horizontal as he drove a foot toward Andre to meet his "Dragon" Punch. If he had been calmer, he would probably have been offended by the move not having anything draconic in nature whatsoever, but for now Masaru just shouted wordlessly as he tried to kick at Andre.

[kj1225]

Andre was rather impressed even if he was getting kicked in the chest. Most people wouldn't have been able to change course that quickly. That said, he still wasn't entirely pleased with just taking the kick. He leans backwards with the blow, doing a small flip to avoid ending up on his back. He keeps his low position as he apparently waits for something. Someone who had already fought him or seen him fight that day would have a good idea of what it is he was planning, specifically that he was changing into his werebear form. No reason not too since he was already getting his ass beat, though it might open him to an attack... or is that what he wants? Andre truly is an enigma. A stupid, stupid enigma.