Leo_G

*Lizard guy licks Lion-o*

"You may be a big man on the outside but on the inside, you're still a boy."

o_0

IMO, it's only necroposting when bringing up an old thread with some dumb irrelevant comment like "RISE FROM TEH GRAVE!1" or replying to the OP with information that wasn't available/true when the post was made.

That said, I'd rather there be no time limit on what's considered necroposting but rather the relevance of the post that bumps it. Honestly, I'd rather be consolidating comments or ideas about a subject in one thread rather than making a new one ever couple of weeks that people will whine and complain and tell you to 'use the search function!' etc. etc.

Not sure if anyone has specified (I've been kind of away from the forums a bit and haven't read around like usual) but anyone care to describe what the jumping portion of Beast Run looks like? The trailer doesn't actually show anyone jumping during the Beast Run. And I'm guessing, with the lack of discussion, that weapons disappear while you run and reappear when you stop? What about the idle stance with a sword/dual pistols out?

[Holiday Day 2: Striga Island]

The warehouse roof quickly collected snow from the instant blizzard that howled and small section of the island. And in the warehouse yard which quickly began to fill with snow, Spirit and the couple of Warriors backing him were still confused at the sudden precipitation. But unlike Spirit, the axe and mace wielding thugs were practically half frozen. Their skin started to take on a shade of blue and they shivered uncontrollably as they cursed to the gods for their lack of sleeves on their warrior jackets which exposed their muscled arms to the fierce cold.

Snow collected on the satyr’s horns and hair and ice between his hooves as, after a matter of a minute, the winter shoreline was transformed to a tundra wasteland.

“W-w-what k-kind of blizzz-zzard is th-this!?!” the Hewer’s teeth chattered.

Spirit turned his head to the fighter thug and felt a spark of pity for them. Cold temperatures weren’t that difficult for his people, it was practically where his home was, but even he had to admit he was starting to feel the sting of ice freezing the blood in his veins.

“Well obviously, it’s not that Air Caster. Even though they have powers to summon ice storms, this has Hellfrost demon written all over it.” The ram dusted snow off his pants as he focused on the feelings coming from the warriors. Fear, despair and constantly worrying about the cold wouldn’t accomplish anything so you have to push that away. “Come on guys, you can’t be crying over a little snowflake. All we have to do is beat up the demon and it’ll be warm again.” Although they were simply encouraging words, Spirit tapped deep down into the soul spectrum to ignite his heart with a fire to beat this.

The ashen fur of his body began to stand out from his surroundings, the red tint of his dark jeans was more evident now, his amber eyes shown like immaculate stained glass and his shirt shone bright against the white of the snow and ice. He showed no fear or worry and the warriors around him began to feel a passion burning in them too.

Like the warriors from days of old, fighting against or besides all sorts of weird creatures and demons, to get a chance to feel like those greek soldiers was what they joined the Warriors for! And just as Spirit shown intensely over his white backdrop, so did the intensity of the Warriors’ hue. Their blades looked shinier and the fire in their souls shown in the fierceness of their eyes. No longer shivering, teeth chattering mortals vainly hugging their bare arms. Now they felt like Hercules whose strength must be channeling through them to hardening their muscles.

Spirit and the pair of Warriors soon got to test their reinforced mettle when a huge hand with crystal blue claws reached out and grabbed the satyr by a horn. The Hellfrost demon lifted Spirit up and looked at the ram in the eye. “Is *this* what I was brought here to deal with? A foolish joke?” the demons subzero breath rushed Spirit’s face as the demon spoke, his mocks literally frosting the ram's eyes over and whipped around his fluttering ears.

“Joke, huh? Well joke this!” Spirit swung at the frosty demon but his fist fell short as the Hellfrost creature put the satyr at arm’s length. “Why don’cha put me down and fight me like an evil monster! Or are ya scruuufffmmffm-”

The satyr had been attempting to kick the demon as he taunted it but only managed to look like a child impishly kicking at a bigger bully. Before Spirit could finish talking back to the Hellfrost, he was quickly silenced by having his head slammed to the ground. The ram’s horns were lodged into the ice and his words muffled by the snow as he felt a heavy hoof stomp his back. The crunch of the ice barely masked the crunch of the satyr’s back or the grunt of pain that escaped his mouth.

“Pitiful,” the demon hissed as he donkey-kicked Spirit after walking over and past his rag-dolled body. “Who’s next?”

But he wasn’t met with fear for dispatching the satyr with such ease, but another howl as the warriors charged with arrows flying and weapons flailing in the air.

…..

“Ow ow ow ow” Spirit struggled to squeeze himself out of the metal crate that was bent around him after that heavy kick he took to the ribs knocked him through the pile of crates again. It took some pushing but he managed to bend the gnarled crate off of him. “Never been kicked like that,” he joked to himself as he shook it off and started picking himself back up. But the fight had kept going even without him. There were several humans frozen in blocks of ice and one laying in the snow unconscious but apparently it took more to put down these Warriors. When Spirit rushed back to the fight, the demon looked on his last leg with a few arrows in his neck, a large gash on his back that bled out a bright blue liquid and kneeling on one knee, panting heavy breaths of arctic fog.

The last of the warriors swung maces at the demon, knocking him to his back and just as he was pushing himself up again, a walloping headbutt to the demon’s back sent him ragdolling. “Payback!” Spirit hollered after a successful attack. When the demon didn’t get back up, the Warriors (or whoever was left after that) howled and echoed the area as they celebrated their victory.

…..

“That was amazing! I’ve never felt so awesome before!”

“We fought off a hoard of CoT, and we didn’t even have half our gang to help!”

“All that training is what it was. I bet we could really put a hurting on those Freaks and Ninjas in Talos too.”

After the group defrosted their allies, which amounted to hitting the blocks of ice that incased them until they shed from their frozen companions, the Warriors packed up their injured and retreated to their nearest hideout which was basically a fenced off roved crate yard where the crates were moved and stacked to create a perimeter wall. Besides a few weapon racks and some random boxes for seats, it was a crappy place for a hideout.

The Warriors were patting themselves on the back for a battle well fought back at their safehouse, telling the others who met them there about the one battle against the Circle that they weren’t completely dominated.

“It was all thanks to our new minotaur friend,” one ganger commented and reached up to pat Spirit on the back. Apparently, caught up in the feelings of victory, Spirit tagged along his new friends, laughing and smiling along with the rest of the guys.

“Heh, I’m not a minotaur. But I did get to kick some butt,” Spirit laughed, taking a seat on box and a grin shining on his face. The rest of the guys continued talking on about their fight as another warrior with a shaved head sat across from him with an accepting eye.

“I guess we owe you one, dude. What’s your name?”

“Uhh, you can just call me Spirit…But what were the Circle of Thorns doing around here?” Spirit questioned, pulling his legs back on his seat so he could dangle his hooves from the ground.

“Those guys have been hounding us a lot lately. We’ve had to go into hiding because they keep taking our guys out, looking for something we don’t have,” the same warrior answered, the expertly crafted sword at his belt and the golden sash on his hip certainly made him stand out from the other warriors and his stature and demeanor gave Spirit the idea this guy was the boss around here.

“Wow, that stinks,” Spirit said with a nod. The satyr kept his eye on the man, only blinking every now and then at the rather familiar looking face. “They said something about swords. Is that what it was?”

“Yeah I know,” the boss answered with his own nod. “But the less they know, the more likely I can get *my* hands on those babies. And the sooner I’ll make a name for myself. ‘Golden Jason’ will be as well known as Hercules and Ceasar."

About as serious as a suggestion about using self-rezzes when you're not dead can be.

Honestly, I like the way self-rezzes are as is. If people want to make them usable anytime, there's no real good way to balance that. The only possible options, IMO, would be for a crash suitable for the effect. There needs to be death in there somewhere...

Well obviously, a self rez used while alive would do the inverse of its base effect.

RotP and Soul Transfer would do dmg to foes/mez them but kill you upon use (and no debt for you!) while powers like revive and resurgence would give you the heal/buff but kill you after its effects expire.

Sorry, I didn't bother reading all of the last 2 pages (some long posts in there and lots or quoting...) but anyway...

No pics? I'm stuck on my laptop and don't feel like installing Test on this one T_T

Pretty please?

*Evil glowing puppydog eyes*

That sounds intriguing

You know, seeing as my handle is @Leogunner, I made the name because of something else. But now that we have a lion head, maybe I should make an actual lion character...

Anyone have some ideas? I don't have an active AR character...I like blasters but then there's corruptors...I dunno

Eh, I kind of did like the old defiance..when worked. Your HP had to be really low to get an appreciable buff and by then you'd either be quickly killed or you'd pop a heal/be healed by a teammate and it disappear.

Maybe if it lasted a couple seconds after being healed? And it didn't require you to be in the red? And roll in the part of Defiance 2 that lets you shoot while mezzed?

But then that's probably way better than what Blasters have now (at least situationally).