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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 2:17:56 GMT -5
Seeing that desertman played Locke makes me realize why they weren't really too motivated to help the leftovers of the Byn right after Sefaj died. Seemed like they were just being spiteful in the way they blocked stuff.
I guess they made it easier to start clans after that - hopefully people are getting something out of that.
I remember seeing Locke for the first time, before Sefaj hired him. Fucker was walking around outside of Red Storm without a mount. I was like... yeah, magicker.
Never would have guessed that was you behind him, D man, which I think says a lot about your RP.
Can't help but to wonder what would have happened if that group of scouts had went into the camp with Sefaj and the rest who fell down into the scorpion trap pit.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 3:14:29 GMT -5
Oh, here is someone Locke/Korath killed together. Someone previously asked me to detail some folks Locke had killed. This one counts. Since the report basically covers it exactly, I will just paste it directly. 
Koman (Account Name)
2014-08-12 10:03:04AM (813 days ago)
Just a heads up, Sergeant Locke and First Trooper Korath killed them a uppity breed critter last night.
Breed Critter: The hardened, fierce-eyed halfbreed - Jak
The long and short of it is this. Jak apparently challenged First Trooper Korath to a fight in the Gaj openly. A fight with real blades, either outside of the city or in the Rinth. He then went on to threaten Korath (according to Korath) with getting him thrown in the arena and all sorts of unsavory things. As is well known, Sergeant Locke doesn't tolerate anyone messing with his Troopers. They are the closest thing to family he has, even the angry grizzled dwarves with one eye. Sergeant Locke was already outside of the city at the time taking his scouts on scout training, so, he told Korath to have the fool meet him two leagues outside of Allanak's gates....and the guy actually did it.
Sergeant Locke sand-stalks up to where they are about to fight and Korath engages. After Korath engages, Locke fills the breed up with arrows. It was over quickly.
Some breeds need to learn to not threaten a company of highly trained and seasoned professional killers.
On a side note, this guy was actually in the Byn a long time ago, then left to go hunt on his own. He left honorably and Locke didn't have a problem with him. Why he would show back up after so long and pick a fight with the T'zai Byn is a bit confusing. I'm not sure if this guy wanted to find a interesting way to suicide his PC or what, but, he is now dead and I thought you guys should know.
Locke divided his gear up amongst his other Bynners that were present and informed them all that nothing should be said to anyone about the event...it never happened.
The end.
I actually thought Jak was pretty great. I recall just as Locke started shooting him he shouted something like, "Treachery!!!". He put up a heck of a fight actually and was holding his own with Korath. I'm not sure who would have won. Korath was a bit injured after even with the helping arrows. I believe Jak had locked himself into the fight by using Disarm/Kick and couldn't flee before the arrows did their work.
Oh boy, haha, I remember Jak. Korath was actually surprised at Komans willingness to help, (even though he didn't need it, he had heramide/perraine tainted weapons for the real shit) and yeah, Jak was strong combat-wise, codedly, though korath had hiiiiiigh endurance, and jak had only knocked off like, 13 hp. He was a good fighter, but well statted dwarves + training trumps almost anything in brute force, heh. Jak was actually already half dead by the time Koman started shooting. Korath honestly had just wanted permission to kill this dude, (koman being the only human in the known he would have listened to, templars -inside- the allanak/tuluk at the time excluded). Either way, it wasn't your typical PK. There was tons of banter between korath/jak in the Gaj, followed by RP all the way out to the sands - and during the fight heh. He could have ran too, but I don't think he would have been to escape Koman and his scouts unmounted unless he ran into the city. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2016 6:47:18 GMT -5
A well statted dwarf is nuts. Even one with moderate stats and decent skills is fairly scary. Personally would love to play a very famous, ridiculous statted dwarf just for the hell of it.
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Post by desertman on Nov 26, 2016 8:54:12 GMT -5
I covered the elf thing earlier on in the thread so I will just quote it again. With that being said it is worth noting there was almost always another Sergeant present with their own unit that could have taken elves all day if they wanted. Why they didn't I couldn't say. I would assume they just "saw the way Locke did it" and wanted to follow his lead. If Heejo had died or left the Byn Locke also would have went back to hiring and training elves most likely just as he did early on before these IC things came to pass. (If you read back in this thread you will see where he actually had an elf Trooper at one point named Netin whom he was very pissed off about when the elf was killed. Locke made quite an IC fuss about it in fact.) Yoooo. Korath definitely saved Heejo and Koman at least once or twice by sheer presence lol. (Player of Korath here) I mean, he was pretty much Komans designated bodyguard/shield wall, self designated even, Korath had respect for Koman, which was a big deal if you knew Korath. I would love to know what Koman actually thought of Korath. My guess would be a typical dwarf who is a useful tool at survivability. My time in the Byn as Korath with Heejo, Koman, and a slew of people I could name, as undoubtedly fun, almost as fun as my first arm experience ever as a newbie in Murdle, Pikk, and Nialls reign. I thought Korath was awesome. I believe I mentioned him a few times previously in the thread. Locke's personal thoughts were that Korath was incredibly useful, and so long as he had someone over him directing him, he was extremely valuable. Locke made Korath his First Trooper after Heejo was promoted to Sergeant with some reservations however. Korath really seemed to enjoy hurting other people. Which is fine for a mercenary, but Locke's personality wasn't that. Locke was very afraid Korath -might- abuse his underlings if he ever became a Sergeant. I believe I put in a report to staff once that Korath was the obvious next Sergeant if something were to happen to another current Sergeant. BUT, Locke did have a worry he might not work well along with Korath if Korath held the same rank/level of authority as Locke. Basically, Locke was afraid Korath might get off on hurting people under his command or risking them in unnecessary ways (in Locke's opinion) because Korath was a glorious fucking savage hahah. Korath was an interesting blend of complete and absolute savage mixed with an oddly loyal and completely trustworthy personality. Locke could depend on Korath to save his life in gith battles, kryl nests, and while taking down House Uaptal. (Because Korath did all of those things for sure. Saved Locke's life numerous times.) But, Locke could also depend on Korath to charge head long into any fight even when it was not a smart fight, even if Locke was shouting at him it was time to back out. (The kryl nest for example. I recall Korath getting down to negative hitpoints and Locke having to use bandage to bring him back to life. As soon as he was "back to life", he jumps up and is ready for more glorious combat. Spitting blood and snot and spinning about ready to chop some fucking bugs up hahah.). Korath was a super dependable, useful, and deadly underling for Locke, but, Locke was also kind of afraid of him and what he might do one day. When Korath died in the arena Locke heard it was becuase he volunteered to go in and kept shouting he wanted more of a challenge. When Locke heard that he was like, "Well, fuck, that sounds more or less like Korath, fella' was always too brave and to bloodthirsty to be called smart.". Locke was sad to see him go. At that time in Locke's life Heejo was a Sergeant and Korath was certainly Locke's right hand man in terms of leading his specific unit. |
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Post by desertman on Nov 26, 2016 8:58:52 GMT -5
Seeing that desertman played Locke makes me realize why they weren't really too motivated to help the leftovers of the Byn right after Sefaj died. Seemed like they were just being spiteful in the way they blocked stuff. I guess they made it easier to start clans after that - hopefully people are getting something out of that. I remember seeing Locke for the first time, before Sefaj hired him. Fucker was walking around outside of Red Storm without a mount. I was like... yeah, magicker. Never would have guessed that was you behind him, D man, which I think says a lot about your RP. Can't help but to wonder what would have happened if that group of scouts had went into the camp with Sefaj and the rest who fell down into the scorpion trap pit. I can imagine several of them would have died. It was a melee battle in full and none of them, including Locke, were melee beasts by any stretch of the imagination. We should have sent in the a couple of the scouts first, to well, scout, but Locke wasn't a Sergeant then and it wasn't his call heh. I was waiting for that command to get issued but instead I got the full on, 'CHARGE HEAD LONG INTO GLORIOUS COMBAT!!!", hehe. I often wondered if the player of that staff-sponsored Sergeant maybe knew the Byn was "supposed" to fall into that pit trap? I don't know. It seemed to me like a lot of work to put in the coding for that pit trap if there was any chance at all the T'zai Byn wasn't "supposed" to fall into it. |
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Post by desertman on Jan 13, 2017 10:58:51 GMT -5
I'm bored at work today before the long weekend and remembered a story I thought I would share since I have nothing else going on.
At about three days played with Koman Locke I was out east of Tuluk in the thornlands gathering up some stones and wood to bring back and sell. As late afternoon starts to approach I mount my trusty beetle and make my way to a nearby cave for the night to make camp. I get to said cave and get nestled in for the night.
If I remember correctly at about dawn a pair of riders enter the cave and charge me down. I don't recall exactly how it went down, it was RL years ago after all, but I recall I did get a good look at both of them before they knocked me unconscious with their clubs.
They then go about emoting stripping me etc...etc...and then they take off with me. I have no idea what's going on now.
I remember one of them laughing and another one spitting on me, then I sat there and waited to get some stun back.
I finally get back my one point of stun and wake up in the thornlands. I look down at myself, and I'm completely naked, except my boots. They left my boots. This was such an obvious reference to, "Take his boots.", that I busted out laughing and truly appreciated how well these raiders pulled this off.
I managed to trek back to Tuluk completely naked except for said boots and with nothing else to my name. I had been selling hides and raw materials to Brynn, a half-elf independent merchant woman in Tuluk for a little while and begrudgingly asked her for some help.
She agreed that if I paid her back double and worked for her for a bit she would supply me with the bare basics I needed to get back to hunting and producing. So, Locke agreed. He didn't have a lot of choice since the only thing he had to his name was his swinging bare dong in the open breeze at the time.
Locke had made an acquaintance previously with Torrian the Tuluki Legion dwarf. He did give a report about the incident to Torrian, but I intentionally kept it vague and didn't give enough details about either of them on purpose so that they wouldn't easily be caught. Locke's IC reasoning was that he wanted them for himself and would get them eventually.
Honestly though, I was so appreciative of how well these two pulled off this raid and didn't needlessly kill my character that I felt I OOC'ly owed it to them not to twink out knowing their mdescs through their cloaks etc, so I didn't.
I don't know what happened to those raiders, but, that was kind of how Locke's life got started as an independent mercenary that then branched him off into becoming a professional mercenary later on, and then the rest is history.
He was forced into servitude out of necessity (that he then came to appreciate willingly) to Brynn the half-elf independent merchant because these two raiders beat him down like a bitch at three days played and stole everything but his boots. |
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Post by dcdc on Jan 13, 2017 20:47:24 GMT -5
He was immense... kind of Bullish.
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Post by grumble on Jan 16, 2017 4:17:39 GMT -5
I kind of stopped reading at a point, but good times! I played Dao, I do remember Heejo being very, conflicted about elves (especially with Bronwynn's encouragement), if not for that trait, things might have run smoother, and maybe Drogan would have lived. Anyway, Dao got ripped on the cuddler, kicked from the city, and crawled away to die, his last thoughts being, at least it's an elf who's going to do it. They actually sat there, watched the sun rise, and Dao's like, welp, ok, seen it again, down the hatch! And ate a black pill. He was nuttier that a truck fresh from a pecan farm, but for the most part, harmless, just protective.
Next I played Malrith and OOCly I wanted to hate Koman for laughing at his skirt, but then I realized, number one, this guy didn't murder your favorite customer, he's just being a gritty merc about it. Also, chalk in some OOC love from a previous character played, and my OOC laughter as Koman composed bits of a ditty on the way back, while it shattered my character, I was like, eh, happens. Koman didn't do it, and probably let someone who won't be spoken of make the call.
Rolan was an excellent PC and he would have made a great sergeant if he hadn't gotten ill... I keep feeling like his absence is part of what unhinged Miydao, along with the killing of Netin, and the continual dissappearance of runners who liked him.
I remember the gauntlet, I always thought it was very democratic and thoughtful. I never did see Koman lash a guy, I never did see a brutal Sergeant's execution, what I saw was, on this day, Runner, I am placing your life in the hands of your peers, if you wish to stay, and learn, you will do the same.
Also, as Malrith I totally helped sabotage Heejo's standing with Borsail so they would let him go... it came after a heartfelt way conversation with him, where, I knew he lied to Malrith about not being sent to kill him, they were there, discussing how best to capture Malrith from the rinth at a point. Malrith knew Heejo meant to kill him, but he also sensed, after the desperate, ripping conversation, that Heejo was displeased with being Borsail property, so, subtly fucked that beyond all recognition.
I was sure they were, had spies posted, dove into a nilazi portal to escape, totally wasn't a nilazi O.O
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Post by grumble on Jan 16, 2017 4:28:06 GMT -5
I actually enjoyed Dao's rivalry with Heejo, when it had grudging respect, and not some broad-shouldered bimbo encouraging things in a more negative, soap-opera-ish direction.
EDIT: And finally, a previous PC had been "Bouncies" mate, and I recall him struggling to let it go, until someone else died and he started screaming death threats, and Koman's like, eh, can try if you like... never would have, I figured it honest plot progression, that PC was FURIOUS with Koman, but he was still self-doubting enough to try and see another side, so at this point he started yelling death threats and grumpy old Sarge Ruke stripped his Fist gear and kicked him from the post, then he died dishonerably in a gith trench, because newb. I remember my next PC was a half-giant and laughed his ass off at the tale of bouncies the breed.
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Post by iamjacksopinion on Feb 11, 2017 11:40:21 GMT -5
emote Upon seeing ~desertman enter, @ quickly tips his chair forward onto all four legs, pulls his grubby, shit-stained boots off the desk, and pockets his garnet-encrusted beard comb. Climbing to his feet he bangs out a rough salute. hah. Great posting and great stories. I used to play Trooper Mace (rugged claw-raked young man / cleft-bearded, claw-raked man iirc) who started with the Byn just before the Jade Crosses raid, and stuck around for a few in game years. Unfortunately this was during my final year of college so capstone courses, job hunting, and moving got the better of me for most of it. And I had to "go guard the fort" for 3 or 4 IG years. I don't think I came back until I got a PM from you on the GDB saying the staff were basically forcing you to dump me if I didn't start playing again. I wasn't feeling playing again so I left... and went to the Gaj to check the rumor boards, and then went for a quick ride to test my solo-combat skills for the first time, and then, damnit, I was playing again.  I probably should've went back to the Byn, but instead I solo-humped it for a while, had a couple adventures, got paid to kill someone I'd grown affectionate for, started drinking a lot, and then eventually did what Albie always said Bynners did when they left the Byn; die to spiders. Locke was hands down the best leader I've ever had before or since. I honestly never cared much for the Byn prior to Mace. I just came for some quick training from time to time. I believe I only really intended to come for a year of training with Mace, but you made me fall in love with the clan while I was there. Roland was a big part of that too. My character absolutely hated him when I joined because, day one, he walks into the sparring hall, looks at me, and walks out. Fifteen minutes later I'm locked in a cell with Sefaj all but ready to flay me alive because Roland told them that he thought the scars on my face reminded him of one of the Jade Cross guys. Patchy came through and cleared me before the flaying could begin, though, so that was lucky. After the meat grinder that was the Jade Cross battle, I cut him some slack and we grew thick as thieves. Kronibus, I also loved your fat-ass merchant. Can't recall his name. It felt really awesome that the Byn had an official/unofficial "quarter master" who would kit everybody up with better gear, or go to the market with you to haggle down the vendors for you. Very awesome for an atypical Bynner class. Korath - put that fucking mask back on the wall or I'll skin all three and a half feet of you. *glares* Dao - I should've let that mek eat your elf ass, you traitor.  Iya "Fast Paws / Bows Friend / Other things I can't remember" was an awesome tribal. She did that whole "I is being tribal and does not know the words" thing, but she did it awesomely. I have no better way to describe it. It's rarely done well, but she did it, IMO. It's sad she got steam rolled. :/ Anyways, we're here to praise Locke, right? He was a phenominal leader for all the reasons you took a great length to post. It's a shame that guide will never find its way to the GDB where it is sorely needed. Here's some of my favorite things that I appreciated about you, from the grunts perspective: - The special lessons. I was a "heavy", so I didn't get to do most of your special training, but the things that I did participate in were Sacky McGurthAss, and those battles we'd do where it was like Rolands Raiders vs _(I don't remember the other team names)_. For those that weren't there, Sacky McGurthAss was when Locke would drag a bag full of "sand" into the training hall and everyone would spend the afternoon using it as an archery / throwing butt, then Locke would spam the teach command. The battle thing was where we would split into two teams, each having a commander who would name the team, go to separate ends of the training hall, strategize, then meet in the middle and duke it out. I think the objective was to KO the other teams captain.
I think now-a-days the Byn has an archery range (probably there to spite ya), and some Borsail Noble is playing a version of that game in the Arena that he calls Blood Ball. So, your legacy lives on.
- "Mercenary Ethics". I believe I have a log and will post.
- Your tactics on contracts. Posting scouts when we stop to rest, using them to weaken the enemy before the charge, keeping them out of the frey to provide supporting fire against meks. Not only were these all incredibly effective codedly, but they made for a fucking awesome scene. I remember when we had contracts to provide gith gear, so we would go to that wagon every few weeks and mow down groups of 10-15 gith at a time. We'd have the heavies all line up, with the scouts "behind them". The scouts would fire two or three volleys over our heads while we emoted roaring and beating our shields, and doing our best to recreate our favorite parts of Braveheart. Then Locke would order the charge and we'd rush in and aggro all the gith. Scouts would ride in once everyone was engaged and start running down the stragglers.
That's how it felt to be part of one of these fights. I'd never before seen a leader use the code to this kind of great RP effect before, or after. Amazingly simple. Amazingly fun.
- The singing. (I think part of this might have been a left over influence from Sefaj, because it seemed to lessen over time.) Not only would Locke occasionally grace us with an (often hilarious) campfire song while we were staying overnight in Luirs, but early on the entire mercenary group was prone to... singing. I remember at promotions or celebrations we'd roll into the Gaj 10 or more mercs deep, take over the dragon-carved table and any around it, test the legs sturdiness with copious amounts of free beer, and then drunkenly freestyle dirty limmericks about each other. Sucks to be anyone who came to the Gaj those nights for a drink or a conversation; it was our bar. I've never been a huge fan of bards in Zalanthas, so for my money 12 drunk mercs did it way better, and without even trying, than any Tuluki Circle bard ever has.
- You made it a family, really. Unfortunately Locke and Mace were never that close. I think I didn't have an answer when you gave me the "goals" sit down. Mace originally joined the Byn to learn how to fight because he had a job lined up hunting and killing Tuluki's afterwards. But the guy who'd offered him that position died to like a bahamet or something silly while he was still a Runner. So he didn't have a real goal when the time came; just wanted to merc with his "family."
Bravo sir. I'm sorry to see that the imms fought you every step of the way, but in the end I think you "won" by making the game a more awesome place for countless (although, you somehow counted them...) players while you were there. That should be the only thing that matters at the end of the day, but I'm guessing by your presence on these boards, that the staffers didn't see it that way. In 10-12 off and on years of playing this game, Locke's Byn will always be one of my fondest memories. |
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Post by iamjacksopinion on Feb 11, 2017 12:17:01 GMT -5
I could've sworn I had a full "ethics" lecture, but it appears I only logged the tail end of it... Still, it's kind of a gem, so here it is:
Nodding once, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Good. We ain' always gonna' do what's -right-, we ain' always gonna' come save tha' day. That's not our job. Our job is ta' kill folk
and critters what need killin' for coin. I don't care if it's gith-folk, or cryin' tottlin'..."
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"orphans on tha' northside."
Simply, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man asks, in sirihish:
"We kill, we don't ask questions. We are tha' sword, we aren't tha' arm. Tha' sword don't have any purpose but ta' kill. Sound good?"
The sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant."
Nodding sharply, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant."
The rugged, wind-scarred elf exclaims, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sergeant!"
The marred, dusky-toned male exclaims to the grey-blue eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
"Live for THAT, sir!"
The average built woman exclaims, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant!"
The young, rainbow-braided half-elf exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Aye, Sarge!"
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sarge!"
Nodding, you say, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sarge."
The hulking, skull-faced man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Aye, sir."
Softly, the skinny woman with slanted eyes says, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant."
Simply, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Ya' got any problem with that. Now's tha' time ta' put yer' aba on tha' floor. You'll be dischaged honorably. Go find ya' a nice soft huntin'
job killin' tregils somewhere."
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man asks, in sirihish:
"No hard feelin's. But I recommend ya' do't now, because hesitation in tha' future, if it comes to't, will mean tha' folks sittin' next to ya'
come for you next. Understand?"
The hulking, skull-faced man holds his spot, standing comfortably at the end of the line.
Slanting a glance around the hall, the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant."
The rugged, wind-scarred elf exclaims, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sergeant!"
The average built woman exclaims, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant!"
The marred, dusky-toned male exclaims to the grey-blue eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sergeant!"
After watching the expressions in the hall, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"Aye, Sarge."
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Aye,Sarge!"
Nodding, you say, in sirihish:
"Yessir."
Amongst the racous, the brooding, slash-scarred man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"I live to kill."
Nodding firmly, the young, rainbow-braided half-elf says, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Aye, Sarge."
Coarsely, the skinny woman with slanted eyes says, in sirihish:
"Yes, Sergeant."
Nodding his head a single time, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"In a group like ours, our strength is tha' merc next to us. I shit you fuckin' not, tha' Troopers standing here today have -all- been in tha'
heavy shit with me."
The broad-shouldered human nods sharply to the grey-blue eyed, rugged man.
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"There is no standin' force in tha' Known right now that could shine their fuckin' boots properly and do't half-decent."
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Runners, pay attention to'm, learn from'm, ya' might be one, one day. Loyalty to tha' Company above -all- others. "
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man says, in sirihish:
"Yessir."
Nodding once, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Byn, what are you!?!"
The marred, dusky-toned male shouts, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries, Sir!"
Roaring, the broad-shouldered human exclaims, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
The rugged, wind-scarred elf shouts, in sirihish:
"MERCENARIES!!!"
Raspily, the hulking, skull-faced man exclaims, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Killers!"
The young, rainbow-braided half-elf exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
The average built woman exclaims, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
You shout in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!!"
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
Along with everyone else, the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries."
After some consideration, in a deep monotone, the brooding, slash-scarred man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"I am the hands of suffering."
Pointing, you exclaim to the hulking, skull-faced man, in sirihish:
"Wrong!"
Simply, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Wrong, everyone who got it wrong, sound off. What are you!?!"
The rugged, claw-raked young man just looks at the brooding, slash-scarred man and shakes his head.
The sturdy, hard-faced half-elf asks, in sirihish:
"Murderers?"
Glancing at the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Ya' got it right. "
The rugged, claw-raked young man shakes his head.
The broad-shouldered human drops his head for a moment, inhaling through his nose.
Simply, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Byn, what are you!?!"
Glancing towards the brooding, slash-scarred man, the marred, dusky-toned male whispers something to the average built woman.
Louder this time, the broad-shouldered human exclaims, in sirihish:
"MERCENARRRRRRIES!"
The average built woman exclaims, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
The marred, dusky-toned male shouts, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries, Sir!"
The rugged, wind-scarred elf shouts, in sirihish:
"MERCENARIES!"
The young, rainbow-braided half-elf exclaims, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"Mercenaries, Sarge!"
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries!"
You shout in sirihish:
"MERCENARIES!!"
The hulking, skull-faced man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Murderers."
A step late, with no enthusiasm, the brooding, slash-scarred man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Mercenaries."
Briefly, the hulking, skull-faced man looks up at the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf.
The hulking, skull-faced man looks at the grey-blue eyed, rugged man.
Grunting, you say, in sirihish:
"Oh for fucks sake..."
The average built woman rubs her hand over her face.
The rugged, wind-scarred elf slowly shakes his head a moment.
Glancing around at everyone, the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"We're murderers. Krath. I just said it."
Glancing at the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man asks, in sirihish:
"Dumbfuck, if everyone else says mecenaries, includin' tha' Troopers. What do ya' suppose that means?"
The broad-shouldered human opens his mouth, then just clicks it shut.
The rugged, wind-scarred elf wiggles his ears slightly.
The average built woman cocks her head to the side for a moment, thinking, then shakes her head.
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man chuckles to himself.
The sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"Assumed I was right, but it appears I'm not."
The faintest ruddiness darkening his face, the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf says, in sirihish:
"We're mercenaries."
Nodding, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Aye, if everyone else says something other than what ya' said...chances are...yer' wrong. "
Nodding, you say to the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf, in sirihish:
"Smartest thing you've said lately."
Perhaps out of nowhere, the brooding, slash-scarred man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Bleed'm like breeds."
Nodding once, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man exclaims, in sirihish:
"Now, pay attention, if ya' don't know tha' answer...wait...you'll hear't. What are you made ta' do!?!"
The rugged, wind-scarred elf shouts, in sirihish:
"KILLLLL!!!"
In a throaty growl, the average built woman exclaims, in sirihish:
"Kiiiilllll!!!!!"
Throatily roaring, the broad-shouldered human exclaims, in sirihish:
"KILLLLLL!"
The marred, dusky-toned male shouts, in sirihish:
"Kill, kill, KILL!"
The young, rainbow-braided half-elf shouts, in tribal-accented sirihish:
"KILL!"
You shout in sirihish:
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man exclaims, in sirihish:
"KILL!!!!"
Practically inaudible amongs the others, waiting a bit, the brooding, slash-scarred man says, in rinthi-accented sirihish:
"Kill."
Going along, the sturdy, hard-faced half-elf exclaims, in sirihish:
"Kill!"
The broad-shouldered human watches with a faint smile, nodding over to the grey-blue eyed, rugged man.
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man turns his gaze slowly towards the skinny woman with slanted eyes.
The skinny woman with slanted eyes quickly lowers her gaze.
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man :looks at her.
The skinny woman with slanted eyes shifts weight uncomfortably, glancing up briefly.
Glancing at the skinny woman with slanted eyes, his raspy tone even, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man asks, in sirihish:
"Don't fuck with my unity. What are you made ta' do merc?"
After clearing her throat, the skinny woman with slanted eyes says, in sirihish:
"Mercenaries, Sir."
The broad-shouldered human knuckles his forehead.
The skinny woman with slanted eyes says, in sirihish:
"Kill, Sir, I mean... Kill, Sir."
The average built woman lowers her head for a moment.
The auburn-eyed, long-dreaded man looks up at the grey-blue eyed, rugged man.
Nodding lightly, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Latrines until I come get you Runner. Ya' need time ta' think apparently. Everyone else, dismissed. "
The skinny woman with slanted eyes stands stockstill, head lowered.
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man taps a fist lightly to his chest.
<< Characters begin filing out of the archway leaving a few of the Troopers and Locke behind. Spam omitted. >>
Shaking his head, you say, in sirihish:
"Always one.."
Quietly, the broad-shouldered human says to you, in sirihish:
"If they were smart, they wouldn't be Runners."
Grinning faintly, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"I remember the first time we heard that speech, Sarge."
As he moves along, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"I always secretly hope one of'm will be'a hardass about't. "
The grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"Just so I can watch ya'll cut'm down. Would be'a good lesson, limited loss in't."
The broad-shouldered human says to the grey-blue eyed, rugged man, in sirihish:
"Just wait. It'll happen."
The broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"An' then we can nail his body upside down to the gates."
Nodding, the grey-blue eyed, rugged man says, in sirihish:
"I got no doubt."
Raising an eyebrow, you ask the broad-shouldered human, in sirihish:
"Hm? Someone fuck up?"
The broad-shouldered human says to you, in sirihish:
"Nah yet."
The broad-shouldered human says to you, in sirihish:
"I'm just sayin', /someday/, we're gonna get a Runner who wants t'hug jozhals an' protect the weak."
Rambling on, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"..Give water to beggars.."
The marred, dusky-toned male says, in sirihish:
"Ya mean an idjiot."
Nodding, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"Right."
The broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"And when we get that altruistic, heroic, figure of greatness..."
The broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"We're gonna disembowel him."
Before heading off, the broad-shouldered human says to you, in sirihish:
"If the world were perfect.."
You say, in sirihish:
"We'd be out of a job."
Nodding sharply as he leaves, the broad-shouldered human says, in sirihish:
"And we'd all be heroes."
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Post by iamjacksopinion on Feb 11, 2017 12:29:29 GMT -5
An amusing aside:
This part was sooo true. I remember this ethics lesson was given not too long after we had that contract to go kill spiders around the Oashi Vineyards, which turned into staying overnight in the desert, outside the Vineyard gates... Which turned into a blinding can't see your hand in front of you sandstorm... which turned into the imms sending wave after wave of spiders after us... ALL. DAMN. NIGHT. So it was a solid 20-30 minutes of spamming "kill tarantula" and fighting "faint shapes". When the morning came we hadn't lost a single man, and when I did "key body" there were like 50-60 dead spiders, including a few of the special kinds; armored ones, giant bloated ones, etc.
Around the time this lecture was given, my roommate was playing in the Legions and they had caught a southern defector. Some AODer who got pissed off because a templar killed his virtual dick holster, or some such thing. So he went north and got interrogated by the Jihaens. During the interrogation, the Templars asked him about who the best fighters were from Allanak, and he listed off the a few random AODers and I think Brand. When the Templar asked him about the Byn he said that there was "no one of note." I always got a kick out of that.
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Post by grumble on Feb 11, 2017 16:11:26 GMT -5
Fuck... that idiot of which they're speaking of actually turned out to be Dao, the rugged, wind-scarred elf. he was just smart enough to play the role, but anyone who knew him well knew he was a big softy with big dreams.
Naowen's in this log too, she was such a good newb. Before I left to join an east-side crew, I gave her all my armor.
Scowler, OMG that was like, one of the best characters I ever interacted with. He and Dao had a lot of weird stand-offs in the alleys and in the end would refrain from fighting due to mutual respect. Instead Scowler would drop a mad, morbid rhyme, and Miydao would give him props for it. It took me forever, Dao sitting there puzzling on what Scowler was rhyming about, to figure out the one thing possibly no one else knew...
All of Scowler's rhymes were about cures for diseases. When that hit Dao, it blew his mind, and he promptly contacted Scowler to give his respects.
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Post by iamjacksopinion on Feb 11, 2017 17:22:13 GMT -5
Lol. Did Scowler actually rhyme? All I ever heard from him were morbid one liners that sounded like they could be names of heavy metal songs. "I am the hands of suffering." Etc. I wonder if anyone had more insight into that character. Did he ever say anything that made sense? Such a bizarre character. I always meant to ask RogueGunSlinger what the deal was with that character after a year passed, but never got around to it. Anyone have any insight?
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Post by grumble on Feb 12, 2017 13:46:48 GMT -5
Miydao did have more than a few discussions with him that were more than one liners and songs. Malrith had one as well, at spearpoint, Scowler was like, Why are you here? And Malrith is about to shit his fricking pants and he's like, "I c-came to see m-my boss." "Who is your boss? And it better be good, or I'll skewer you." "J-Jade Spider!.." then morbid one-liner, he lowered the spear and tromped off.
Sometimes Scowler would get genuinely curious about things and ask Miydao to explain them, usually nobody else was around when he did. I was a bit surprised that he never came after me for the Drogan incident, but I think, once he went to work for the Guild, he knew /why/ east side iced Drogan and could understand. Most of the Byn was either turning a blind eye to Drogan's treacherous ways or simply unaware, willful ignorance. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he made himself out to be to the plant I left behind in the Byn, but he definitely did do some skeezy things like sending runners he didn't like into the rinth to search for things in the well, then laugh about it.
While I understand that's some legit gritty stuff that happens in Armageddon, Miydao had really been, up to the point where he learned more, loyal to the Byn. He bore no ill-will even to the Bynners that wanted him dead and hassled him relentlessly. It was simply a side-effect of breaking elven trust. All was about to be forgiven, but then someone killed Zaf, another elf who was sort of running a crew on east side, and once that line was crossed it was really impossible to turn around and say, yep, let's let him get away with this because it's just too much hassle to get rid of him. In Miydao's mind he was doing his former "tribe" a favor, though I knew many would not understand.
Suffice to say the Guild knew about it, and why. I guess they weighed the risk/reward of trying to get back at us and said, nope. It was honestly mutually beneficial because we would actually meet with them and negotiate in a civil manner and try to iron out misunderstandings and keep them in the loop. We knew we could trust them to do the same. It was hillarious when Fang jumped the guild mul, Shanks, in the streets due to a misunderstanding. The mul escaped, as did Fang, and the mul ways miydao like, "FUUUUUCK! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" "The fuck was what?" "I just got stabbed on Hathor's by some elderly elf! Fucker's beastly!" "Ah, I see you met Fang. I'll talk to him and we can all have a sit-down and sort this through so it doesn't happen again." and, that's what we did, and it was all chill after.
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I probably should've went back to the Byn, but instead I solo-humped it for a while, had a couple adventures, got paid to kill someone I'd grown affectionate for, started drinking a lot, and then eventually did what Albie always said Bynners did when they left the Byn; die to spiders.