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Mystery Dreamer
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>>294649
[Fanart Bonus! And tell your friend his sister can toss my Morgren any day! Heh. Nifty though]
>>294308
>>294333
[In the battle of ideas, 32 finds the second idea more amusing. Defaults to second idea.
Training roll: 17
>>294297
Morgren Rolls: 15, 17, 19. Roll > 10 = Arrival, Roll > 15 High Quality arrival, Roll >= 19 Morgren minor superstar opportunity.]
I take a cue from my fights previously with Morgren, remembering how impressive they seemed to find my being able to throw one of them, and how all of them wanted me to throw them in order to remove them from the pile they had tangled themselves into… though even just the memory makes my arm muscles wince a little.
“Lurt! Crak! Pick Mekk up and get ready to toss him like a ragdoll.”
Mekk Gurk just blinks a moment, all sides seem to not almost believe the words coming out of my mouth… unfortunately for Mekk, Lurt and Crak seem to get it a bit faster, and before he can react is now being held a good five feet in the air by his arms and legs.
“Alright, here is what I want you all to do, Lurt, Crak, when I say so, I want you to throw Mekk and…”
Suddenly I hear a small whooshing of air, oddly akin to what one would suspect if a giant creature was getting thrown in the air. I sigh inwardly, I should have seen –that coming-, impulsive fekkin things. I decide to act quickly.
“Mekk! Land, down on a knee, brace yourself, stop them from tackling you.”
I get what I think is a grunt of understanding, before the ground shakes from impact, and without hesitation or needed instruction, the other two Morgren are barreling towards the downed Veteran. I sense though a certain resolve though, as the small giant quickly plunks itself to one knee and attempts to brace for collision.
Watching the ensuing entanglement, I have to give the Morgren credit for at least trying… and paying some level of attention. The other two… well, apparently Morgren tackles look like they HURT. Mekk though seems to get up though not really any worse for the wear along with the two others. Attempting to calcify though that I want them to do this, I repeat my instru… oh good, so Crak tried to throw Lurt without listening again, but Mekk didn’t…
I never knew the borderline between hilarious and annoying, until I saw a Morgren spin like a top, while holding onto a Morgren attempted to be thrown into the air.
[Roll = 17, Fan Art Bonus grants a larger crowd, greater involvement by 32, and greater interest, Highly Successful end result. Due to rolling, only 2 direct Cexp gained.]
However, by the end of the afternoon, I can feel a vast improvement has been made. Not only do all of the Morgren by the end have improved throwing distances, I note what seem to be improved reaction times, Mekk Gurk in particular seems to have grasped how to hold his ground, and can with the most consistency handle the barrage of Morgren tackles. More hopefully, the Morgen also at a point seem to be listening to me now, as I have Mekk Gurk and Crak throw me and attempt the same exercise, using my Magitech heart upon landing to give myself more of what I know I need as a chance. Not only do I not end up being thrown like a spinning top, but the exercise goes flawlessly, and though I cannot hold back both bashing into me completely, both seem surprised that I do not go flying back, but instead only slowly pushed away.
In a way, I find myself not overly surprised to see a small crowd of Morgren gathering, cheering with each toss. Another round goes by, with me now in the place of the other Morgren at times, which seems to make the outside Morgren positively giddy both to see me tackle, and be tackled by Morgren. For this round I keep the Magitech up for each maneuver, using only a few seconds to keep up with the demands of the exercise. A single attempt without my Magitech heart pumping finds me holding, but just barely against the minor giants. By the end, all sides of the exercise are panting, myself included.
Looking out in the crowd though, taking a break at the end of the afternoon… huh, I see Gorth. That certainly saves me the trouble of looking for him later. The crowd is boisterous, but considering what I’ve been through, I feel little immediate need to police it.
[Roll > 15, Veteran Arrival]
Though the somewhat normal series of events suddenly breaks when a new Morgren arrives… the largest one I’ve see, easily a foot taller than Mekk Gurk, and as thick as a brick wall in sheer mass… Not only that, but a series of pale blue armored segments that seem to just form around the girth of the Morgren, making a series of metal outer muscles above the Morgren’s real muscles, its hands wrapped in a pair of massive gauntlets that are mostly a similar blue-ish metal, with thin lines of black in seemingly runic designs. Two of the Morgren crowd seem to dive at him in ‘introduction’, where he almost nonchalantly grabs their skulls in midair, collides their bodies into eachother, and tosses them aside. This seems to rile up the other Morgren, and before it’s all said and done, a circle of ten Morgren are on the ground around this one. Gorth in an odd calmness walks up though, and the new Morgren pounds a series of five blows into the Morgren… only to have Gorth fall back a little, a huge grin now plastering his face.
(Gorth)”Haha! Fud Urk Ach Lunt! Iz good thupin times again!”
(Fud)”Bwahaha, itz da bestest Gorth. I ‘eard dere was little man and flying funz ta be ‘ad. And ya’z all gettin betta at da scraps, not ‘own wot for goodz dis time it seems.”
(Gorth)”Yaz punches are weak old won! I ‘ear dat ya makes up ya stories of dragon punchin, Iz fought down a demon ya git!”
(Fud) ”Wot you say little one? Iz couldn’t ‘ear ya, yas as tiny as yaz name!”
Gorth at this dives at the larger Morgren, fists flying, with Fud dodging or just catching every hit the smaller Morgren throws and tossing them aside. In what I’ve slightly come to expect, this does nothing to stop Gorth, Morgren caught in the way blasted away between the relentless torrent of mass. I sigh a little, but it seems like this is a standard enough result, no time to bother em quiet yet…
[Roll = 19, Fanart Bonus. Meet your Overcaptain]
(???)”My apologies for my charge’s interference, but he seems to find that Gorth an amusing one. He insisted all day that if he did well in the last engagement I was obligated to let him visit.
I turn around to address the voice behind me.
“Eh, it’s not that big a deal, I’ve been dealing with Morgren tackling all day as is.”
Turning around, I see a man of fairly impressive physical stature, probably only a half meter shorter than myself, far taller than most humans. He sports a rather impressive and ornate set of modified plate mail, that I somewhat pity to see him wear considering the blasted heat around here. At me looks the face of a fairly young man, probably no older than myself by a few years, with short brown hair, and a set of stubble on his face. On his back are a pair of twin blades, each as tall as the man himself, of a much darker color than any steel I have ever seen, but seemingly of about the same material? I can almost feel a level of force exuded from the blades themselves, and the helmet in his hand at the moment hints at an impressive armored motif.
”I can certainly understand that, I am sorry to state though, I do not recognize you and I generally see all the Sergeants, at least at the sentencing hearing if nothing else.”
“Ah, I did not come from the usual routes. I am a temporary Morgren Sergeant, and volunteered at Captain Hal’s request.”
”A volunteer? Really? And I didn’t hear about it? I haven’t heard of anyone volunteering since well… myself really. Hahaha, did you know about the intro…”
“Not at the time no, but I obviously survived.”
”Hahaha, well, I knew I was getting into at least that because of an older brother. Now that’s a shame.”
“Exactly who are you though?”
”Ah yes, my apologies, I always assume to just be known at this point. I am Overcaptain Davin Strider, also known as ‘The Demonbane’ at times, and technically your Overcaptain while you’re under Captain Hal’s command.”
I feel my stomach sink for a moment, fekk, I should have known this was a superior officer, fekk… really superior if this is the Overcaptain.
[Diplomacy >= 1]
“Oh um… my apologies sir, I didn’t..”
”haha, no worries, volunteering certainly isn’t a normal channel… Mr?”
“Not Mr. Sir. Alchemical, designation Thirty Two.”
”I suppose I should have known that too, next time I have to read my letters before the evening hits. I appear to be blundering today, also let me guess, Force Champion before this eh?”
“Correct Sir.”
”Haha, knew it. Sounds just like the path I took, makes me confident you will have good fun around here. Should have known though things were different if there was talk of Morgren tossing, not exactly a lot can do that.”
“Benefits of serving the Empire Sir.”
”Hmm, looks like this may be over soon, nice meeting you there… Thirty Two, bleh, an odd name… er, um, no offence. Heheh.
“None taken.”
He takes my hand and shakes it briefly, a notable amount of strength in even the grasp, as he points off a short distance where I see Gorth and Fud still. Gorth ramming at the larger Morgren, who grab’s at Gorth’s horns, Gorth going for a low kick, rearing his head back to ram into Fud and…
Right into a mailed fist that appeared almost out of nowhere. Gorth staggers back, seemingly dazed.
”It’s about the fourth time I have seen those two at it within a month, and Gorth always falls right for the feint to headbutt. Usually a good sign it’s about to be over. FUD! Ya had your fun, and you know Ludd wanted to do weapons before the evening is over, get over. ”
The giant Morgren ‘pats’ Gorth on the back while walking back, causing Gorth to fall on his face, to the laughs and cheers of the group around, a large amount of ‘punch/pats’ going onto the Morgren.
”Ind you! Ah, yous da one? Throwin da boyz wot good, wants ta get into a scrap? Iz even go easy on ya, let ya get first ‘it yeah? Cap’in let uz do won quick”
Overcaptain Strider shrugs
”You just love showing off for the smaller ones you lug, but eh, if it’s alright with the Sergeant. You have five minutes. Feel free to go all out Sergeant, any injuries are Fud’s fault, and no serious injuries on the Sergeant Fud, NONE.”
The Morgren nods, the same silly grin I see plastering its face of all of them who expect a fight.
I’m now sure it’s asking me if I want to fight it… feh, I was a bit tired, but that was all of the break I needed for a second wind, but I still feel good minus some muscles aching. Four name Morgren eh? Definitely not the kind that’s usually around here I suspect, could be worthwhile. Overcaptain of all people around too to see me fight, I doubt that’s an opportunity one gets all that often.
Looking around, there isn’t much of any real ‘terrain’ to the environment… Five Morgren around, including Mekk, Crak, and Lurt five meters away, anxiously listening for my response, Gorth ten meters away, beginning to stand up, the rest are a good twenty meters or so in about all directions, talking amongst themselves. The ‘arena’ is mostly a patch of dirt, all plantlife killed by trampling Morgren.
>Do I accept Fud Urk Ach Lunt’s challenge? If I bow out, what should I say?
>If I do accept, do I take the ‘free’ first hit, do I use my Spear?
>What broader strategy should I use for the fight?
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