CrimsonOmen

If you take the -movement out of Rooted, that's the only change I can really condone. You don't need Granite on Stone. Hell, I know a couple of people who made tanks who don't have Granite and don't need it. Defense out the wazoo, and resistance to deal with any damage that sneaks pass, and regen to wipe that damage away. The one I usually play with has walked away from the computer and we've watched aggro capped mobs just whiff. The exclusive armor doesn't seem to be a problem, but that could be based more on IOs, so I'll conceed that point.

I haven't slept in 24 hours so if this post is rambly and don't make sense, well, pbbbbttttt.

Somewhere cold..

Sleet blinked as the perky young cat led him by the paw. As they neared the cave, Sleet began to sense his old friend, Shiver. A fire was already going inside the cave, it's light spilling out into the cold before being comsumed by the white outside. Sleet sighs, shaking off the cold and unwrapping his head. "So, you blind mutt, you sense anything wrong lately?

Shiver, his graying coat by the fire, chuckles hoarsely. "Ah, not so young one, I have. I take it you have too? The cold is distrubed, almost angry. Something is most amiss. " He says, stroking a length of fur under his chin. "We must prepare ourselves. We don't know what they bring, whether in peace or war.."

Sheer growls. "We'll be fine. My swords are ready." A heavy paw falls on her shoulder.

"No, young cat. I need you here, with Shiver. He's still got some tricks up his sleeve, but he's still old. I'll finish the prep tonight, rest, then head out. I've lived in this Tundra nearly my whole life. I haven't met anything I can't track, yet."

Sheer huffs then nods. The meal, already being cooked, is delicious. They set up heavy, sleeping bag like things and are fast asleep, as the wind and snow howls in the vast white.

His mind, at the edge of dreams, takes a hold his surroundings. He blinks, once, twice, then a few more times. The frost covered snout sniffs, twichting to life and shaking some ice off it. His eyes focus finally and he looks down at the corpse in front of him. He turns his head, looking for the bloody knife. He finds it, coated with red lifeforce, right next to him. A pair of eyes lay beside it, and he sighs. His massive frame heaves up and he releases a wave of air, calming and clearing his mind.

In the closed shed, aptly named the "Meathouse, something rattles. The door opens, and he steps out, wiping his hands on his heavy pants. The white coat of fur nearly disappears in the background of the same white. He pulls up a scarf like facemask as the winds howl. Dunes of snow shift and move constantly, the wind scouring the tundra. The slits in the facemask let him see, but the winds don't harm the eyes, and don't freeze his lungs. A voice rises up behind him..

"Sleet! Hey, SLEET!" An obvious female voice calls out. He turns and looks in the direction of the voice, his long ears twitching under the mask. "Sheer? Sheer, the mark's done, I took the pieces!" He calls back, looking for Sheer. Another set of blinks and he finds her. Her form, slowly adapating to the cold, stands out as he locates the voice. Her orange and black markings of her bengal heritage peek from under her heavy clothing. He makes a note to patch up her clothes when they find shelter. He waves her over.

"Sheer, where are the others? Me and Shiver need to speak, quickly. Something's amiss, I can feel it. He does too, I bet. " Sleet huffs as Sheer nears. Her voice, nearly a whisper over the howling wind despite her yelling, answer the heavy wolf. "He found a cave, come on, we got shelter!" Without another moment's thought, she grabs his paw and begins to lead him to the cave.

Seems the Patches have interegrated some piece of another world.

Not worthy. Not worthy. Not Worthy. Goooood byyyye Money! Heelloooooo more Alts! :P

"Sure would. Problem is, I don't really know. I'm just a retired teacher. I do all my own shopping. I don't order from catalogs or do that internet thing. Heck, the only type of card I own is my bank card." The older man said, shrugging as he finished. "I have no use for, whatever that is."

(You'll only lose me if this writer's block continues! Argh, I hate working in customer service. I swear, it rots your brain))

Sam was amused by the turn of events. "You're fine Akemi. Get whatever you want. I'm not picky. But here, lte me help pay for this. I feel wrong making you pay for it." Winston said ruffling around his jacket. With a worried look, he realized he was broke. "Ah, nuts. Seems I'm broke. I will find a way to pay you back, Akemi, I promise. "The older man said, the sincerity clear in his voice.

*swipes some smores*......

>_>...I *muffeled due to smores* din' take nuffin'...

Hey! You ate my turkey leg!

..Aw..hell.. fine.

MOAR NAO!.....I keed I keed...Take your time Respite.

When the knock sounded against the door, Winston made a move towards it, but Kia answered first. "First aid kit? Yeah, I have one. Uh...Why?" The older man said, moving to the door. He was there just in time to catch the flailing boy.

"Darren!" Winston called out, yanking him from his fall. He straightened him up and looked him in the eye. "Okay. One: You alright? and Two: What the heck are you doing here?"

Hey, Torroes! Whatdya mean ONE person?! What, I get turned invisible?

Sheesh. Looks like I have to beat Torroes with another Turkey Leg..

And, Hi, Dark!

"Be my guest." Sam said, handing over the Item. "Just don't go blowing us up. I still have bills to pay" the older man said another smile finding his face.

((Uh...um...er...well..um...er.....Whatever you want? >_&gt))

((Hi! :P Sickness= Baaaad posting skills XD))


"Alright, Alright. You'd think it was Christmas already. " The older gentleman said, a grin lighting his face. He unwrapped the package quickly and took the item out of the box. "Huh. I have absolutley no idea what this is. Any one?" The man said holding up a gold and silver sphere that seemed to contain some kind of shifting light.

((>_> ..Gimme a break. This was off the top of my head :P))

"Agreed." the one word said in a definitive manner. His sword rammed into another "ninja" and with a tunr of his body, Stahlhund tossed it into the mass of darkness. He spun, his sword twirling like an angry propeller. His sword struck twice more, the shadow wielders being flung into the mass as well.

He glanced over to the captives, relieved that the Doctor could be even more assistance. He was a soldier, not a medic. His skills in that field were quite sparse. So, through the shadow wielders he spun and slashed, whirled and threw them.

Max cocked his head at the lady as she strode by. Luckliy, Timmy moved, wisely, out of her way. "Hey, Valerie? Want some help? Name's Max and this my crew." the older biker said.

The rest of the crew though, kept there eyes steadily on the two mercenaries.

Sam just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Sorry, sir. I'm a little strung out. We just had a...mishap and I'm a little edgy. I'll sign for it." Winston said, taking the package and signing the piece of paper for it.

"Alright, here you go. Now, be careful ot there and stop by anytime." Sam said, sincerely. He walked away from the door andsettled into the seat again.

"Your brother sounds like the type of hero that takes his job seriously. Danny used to talk about him all the time. Uncle E this, Uncle E that. Though, I never met him, I think Danny's told me plenty. He sounds like a great guy, Eileen." Sam said.

Being freed by Rose, Stahlhund twirled into one of the nija like beings, his sword sticking through it. If the machine would of had a face, he'd be smirking right now. Until the howling began and some of his systems went screwy.

The agents rose once again when Stahlhund noticed the man in the cage. "Rose, there are men in the cages. Do you see them? One appears to be conscious and my readings show them all with regenative powers. I also may request a tactical retreat. We may need higher ground. These creatures are the main threat, in numbers." The machine spoke into the channel the team could hear. He'd stand and fight, or retreat and...well.fight. He was a soldier. That's what he does.

Stahlhund went to turn to help the others when the cyborg like agent just stopped falling. It grabbed the stalker with strong hands and wrenched him off his feet. The german machine slashed and hacked at the machine-like man until it finally released him. The agent was not yet beaten.

"Hm. Cyborg?" The stalker spoke, questioningly. As he lunged forward for another attack, the shadows moved. "What?" the stalker said in confusion.

The various ninja like beings stepped out of the shadows. Stahlhund shouted over the comm links "That lunatic in St Martial appears not to be unique!"

He twirled and swirled from the agents and the shadows. His visor pinpointing where the best possible area to move to. The german stalker slashed at the agents that came closer as well as the dopplegangers of the lunatic. The german let loose a low growl as the shadows twisted around one of his legs.

"Stahlhund, reporting. Melee in warehouse" the german machine responded frankly. He stepped towards one of the agents still cloaked, and drove his blade into it's gut. Now, however, he was de-cloaked, but not vulnerable.

That's it Soul?

Sheesh. she only gets ONE choir and a SINGLE ray?! Are you nuts?

"Ackwoledged(Sp?!)." The germamn machine said. A panel popped open on his left arm. Stahlhund pnched in some buttons, most likely coordiantes. A bright flash apeared where he was as he telelported inside the warehouse. He popped back into existnec right next to Cassie. The Stalker's blade was ready and his cloak was on.

((late kight post...again >_&gt)

Sam walked towards the door, his bat still in hand. "What is it? I haven't ordered anything" The older man eyed the package suspiciouly. His hands tightened around the bat.

Stahlhund had slipped by the two people coming indoors. He had remained unseen and unheard. The sound of thunder, though, caught the machine's attention. He noticed Rose running to the warehouse.

"Dynamo Rose. What is going on? Do you need assiantance?" The german stalker spoke calmy. He was walking towards the warehouse as he spoke, his blade still drawn.

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.. One word.

AWESOME!

Just as the mercs raised their weapons, Max and Crew raised theirs. "Hey! Why the hell you pointin' guns around?!" the elder biker shouted. The others, except for Bear, looked rather edgy. "I think the lady asked nicely. Think maybe you goons should start talkin?" Max said, a smirk lighting his face.