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So the Kheldian resolved to be like Blaster when needed, to be like Controller when needed, to be like Scrapper when needed, to be like Tank when needed. To be what was needed, when it was needed. In this way, it chose to be like Defender.
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Brilliant.
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Yeah, I loved the Kheld story too, back in the day. 
Agua Man lvl 48 Water/Electric Blaster
"To die hating NCSoft for shutting down City of Heroes, that was Freedom."
Great stuff thanks to Jock and all who wrote these stories. i have 3 Defenders at 50 Emp/dark Dark/Dark and TA/Psi a LVL 37 storm and i rolled a Rad/Son this weekend. and i have been to the land of Pugs and to the Halls of battle. and lived some of these stories. they truly make me smile inside. even thou some folks do not know what a Defender does they will learn when were not there.
In tonight's story we are reminded that Storm has always been proud and entertain a lesson in geometry.
- Jock Tamson, Who assumes TMS will once again take issue with the suggestion that Storm might get hit.
Look brothers and sisters! Do you see him, or is it her? Standing on the ridge just there, silhouetted against the dying sun. His white vestments flowing over her shoulder in the wind. The Mighty Storm! Proudest of Defender's Children. A feat which requires a great deal of pride indeed. Powerful and changeable, many may mistake her way for the way of Chaos. Not you and I, brothers and sisters, we know that his way is the way of Controlled Chaos. What you may not know is that this was not always so.
Long ago a young Storm went on his first hunt with her uncle Tank. As they approached the first group of Skuls, Tank began to offer advice. Too proud already to take advice from Tank, Storm laughed and rushed ahead. Tank waited and watched, expecting his young charge to learn an important lesson in humility. No lesson yet for Storm, who drove her foes before her with a mighty gust of wind and pelted them with snow and ice. Then, laughing still, Storm stood within a great hurricane of wind and sent them flying about.
"Stop!" cried Tank, "you are just making them angry!" "They cannot reach me uncle!", laughed Storm, and threw another dozen nearby high into the air with a tornado. "You will have the entire park chasing us if you keep that up!" warned Tank. "Sounds like fun!" shouted Storm" setting a lightning cloud to chase another dozen. So in this way Storm worked a circle round the park, infuriated Skuls pursuing in ever greater numbers. Till at last Storm came full circle.
"Uncle?" said Storm.
"Yes little one?" Tank replied.
"Some of them seem to be getting through.", said Storm, with perhaps a tiny hint of concern.
"That is to be expected." called out Tank, "there are some four score attacking you."
"Do you think perhaps you might help me?", asked Storm, attempting to sound calm and confident.
"There may be some four score attacking you little nephew", shouted Tank, "but there were twice that again in pursuit. I am somewhat busy myself!"
So it was that Storm learned a lesson. What lesson was that you may ask? Later, as she tended her child's bruises, Defender did just that. "Have you learned anything from this?" asked Defender. "Yes!", replied Storm earnestly, "If you are being chased by a dozen score of Skuls, run in a straight line." Defender laughed and said, "That is very wise my child."
Much later Storm learned control, but that is a different tale.
- Jock Tamson, Mythologist
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- Jock Tamson, Who assumes TMS will once again take issue with the suggestion that Storm might get hit.
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Controlled chaos is /storm. I prefer to say that storm/ works in mysterious ways.
Ways that you couldn't possibly fathom.
I pointed out the many incoherencies in this heretical half-document demi-created by a semiwriter in protohistory the last time he posted it, in the original sermon from the mount, and reiterating them here probably won't help.
-"His white vestments flowing over her shoulder in the wind"
I wear his vestements because they're comfortable inside, but I don't wear them when I'm being sillhouetted and buffeted by the wind. However, I suspect what *really* is going on here, is the blasphemous suggestion that storm is like, totally a dude.
-"Powerful and changeable, many may mistake her way for the way of Chaos. Not you and I, brothers and sisters, we know that his way is the way of Controlled Chaos."
More gender confusion. Switching back and forth doesn't make it ambiguous, it just casts aspersions on storms/ purity.
-"Long ago a young Storm went on his first hunt with her uncle Tank."
If tank is our uncle, then we were molested.
-"Too proud already to take advice from Tank"
should read 'too intelligent'
-""Stop!" cried Tank, "you are just making them angry!" "
it's important to mention that this is tanker prejudice, as *some* of us do not taunt our foes while we pummel them into paste.
-""You will have the entire park chasing us if you keep that up!" warned Tank. "Sounds like fun!" shouted Storm"
Correct. You may pick a sticker; either a gold star or a 'grape job'.
-""Some of them seem to be getting through.", said Storm, with perhaps a tiny hint of concern."
Incorrect, see me after class.
-""Do you think perhaps you might help me?", asked Storm, attempting to sound calm and confident."
I'm calling a parent-teacher conference.
-""If you are being chased by a dozen score of Skuls, run in a straight line." "
Ok, now... in all seriousness, this is actually just horrible advice. If you're being chased by anything, as a storm, your best possible action is to turn into the source of the chasing, and debuff it. Just like the ocean.
If this keeps up without an appropriate retraction, I will post my completely accurate retelling of rad/sonic, where the toggled enemy ran away, AM was fired when no one was near, and everyone wondered why rad continued shouting when, if he'd throw an irradiate out, they'd be able to hit some purples.
*poke poke prod stab*
I love these things =D
I'm saving them all in a big Word file on my computer, even the ones not by Jock_Tamson.
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If this keeps up without an appropriate retraction, I will post my completely accurate retelling of rad/sonic, where the toggled enemy ran away, AM was fired when no one was near, and everyone wondered why rad continued shouting when, if he'd throw an irradiate out, they'd be able to hit some purples.
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Very well. I retract the last sentence 
- Jock Tamson, Who is simply doing as requested
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If this keeps up without an appropriate retraction, I will post my completely accurate retelling of rad/sonic, where the toggled enemy ran away, AM was fired when no one was near, and everyone wondered why rad continued shouting when, if he'd throw an irradiate out, they'd be able to hit some purples.
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Very well. I retract the last sentence
- Jock Tamson, Who is simply doing as requested
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no, it makes us the best, as Kheld wanted to be most like Defender.
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not that one, the one before, when Jock said that nobody made comments... its because it makes some of us look bad, and easily distrac.... oooh, look, a chicken!
No
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo
I think you underestimate our fools, sir.
Why /duel is a bad idea
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Since other people are adding in, I figure I'll give a tale of one of Stalker's children. Hope you guys like it, and don't mind it not being defender based.
A tale of one of Stalkers Children, Claw.
As mastermind had said before, stalker was strong. He struck from the shadows, and needed not the help of his siblings to complete his tasks. As time went by, Stalker had children of his own. Like the with Statemans children, his power was shattered amoungst his offspring in different forms.
His first Child, Ee-ehm, was the strongest of his kin. Her raw destructive power was unmatched, to a point where she could easily destroy the most armored of enemies without need of the element of surprise.
His second Child, Darq, used the very shadows which concealed him, to strike and blind his foes. In this way, Darq could eliminate the key targets, and continue to baffle his foes with the blinding darkness. So black was his dark grasp, that a glimpse into its depths could leave his victims shivering in terror.
His third child was a frightening creature. Its form was most distorted by the powerful poisons marching through its veins. Large obtrusions jutted from its body, and possessed the toxin which his father, Stalker, used to slowly disable the foes which managed to survive the primary attack. Though Spine seemed most strange, this one could strike from range, hurling its obtrusions in all directions, or focusing on a single target with a large spike.
The fourth child was a swift one. Wielding a steel tool, she could cut through her enemies, but should situations turn for the worst, fell back on her gift of superior defense. Her weapon was a great cutting tool, but what use is a single function tool to a child of Stalker? While using the weapon defensively, Kat Could easily avoid harm, and fight as she would.
Stalkers fifth child however, was born with no apparent special gift. Claw was mocked by the mirror worlds Freaks as Clawls, a derogatory term used to show he could not cause the same harm as his siblings. One cool evening under the red moon of the eclipse, Stalker gathered his children. He looked over them and smiled. You are my children, he declared. You each have a unique gift from me which gives you the power to defeat your enemies. Now go and show me what my gifts can do! When All but Claw had left, Stalker placed a hand upon his shoulder and asked, Why my son, do you not embrace the shadows and go with them? Father, he replied, I do not possess any gift of yours. I cannot strike down foes quickly, I cannot blind my enemies
I lack the poison of Spine, and do not have the evasion of Kat. What gift could you have possibly given me?
Stalker smirked and took a step back, acknowledging his sons currently slim physique. You need many strikes to defeat your foes. You use both arms many times and take many blows before you can subdue your foe. Yes father! You see? I need a gift or I will fall behind and continue to be mocked and taunted by the others in secret! My son
You already have your gift. You strike faster and more frequently that Kat, and each strike is less tiring than any of other of your siblings. In time, this gift will give you a great strength, but now, fight hard.
With hope that His father spoke the truth, Claw went out to defeat his foes. Many times he took a knee to wounds, but never to exhaustion. When he found his Sister, Ee-ehm, panting but unwounded, he asked, Are you so tired sister? You who strike down any foe in but a couple blows? Silence brother! She hissed. I may be tired, but I have defeated three foes in the time you defeat one. Claw continued, leaving his sister to rest. He came upon Kat, breathing heavily, but with much less exhaustion than her sister. Sister, you are tired as well? Kat looked at Claw, and spat upon the earth. Youve no right to judge me brother. While I am tired, I remain unscathed. You have been injured on more occasions than I, now leave me to be! Claw continued along his journey. He saw Spine and Darq in the distance, fighting through enemies and grew in frustration. Surely their gifts were better than his! Why couldnt he have been given a greater strength?
With resentment in his heart and anger in his blood, Claw entered a state that was repressed, granted from his mirror uncle, Scrapper. Claw entered the Scrapper-Lock, and began cutting through a grove of trees. Hours passed and he continued in his lock. Morning came and his siblings retreated home. Jokes of how his weakness was holding him behind floated amoungst his siblings, all the while, Stalker watched the tree grove, smiling at what he knew was to take place. Days soon turned into weeks, and his siblings grew worried. Even if they were the Spiders grandchildren, they still cared for family. They searched for days, but never found their brother. They pleaded with father Stalker to search with them, but Stalker simply smiled. He pointed out towards the horizon where the tree grove once stood, and spoke. Youre little brother disappeared into the trees almost over a week ago, but you will not recognize him children. You will not recognize his strength. His children shared a laugh and one of them spoke. Father, he is not strong, Ee-ehm is the strongest of us, and he cannot possibly compare! Stalker shook his head, speaking once more. His smile still upon his face. Go to the Tree grove and see what your weak brother has done while you all rested. Go see what strength he has gained.
The siblings looked hesitantly towards the horizon, then set off. Traveling miles to reach the grove. There they came across a great field of mulch, rotting chips of wood littering the ground. Stumps stood where a massive forest once was, and Claw, in the distance, was still whittling away at the last stump. Brother! Come home with us! Kat pleaded. Her voice was gentle and almost apologetic, but Scrapper-lock was a dangerous condition. Claw could not tell enemy from foe, and in a great swing of his now muscular arms, a force ripped through the air, Knocking Kat onto the ground. Brother! Why do you attack us!? Darq pleaded, but his call went unanswered. Claw raised his other arm and swung it, creating another burst of force. Hes gone mad! Surely father Stalker means for us to stop him! The siblings blended into the shadows, all but Ee-ehm, whos pride and power told her to charge headlong and attack.
Claw, once more, drew his arm back, and this time, swung it in a great arc at Ee-ehm. The forceful Shockwave ripped through the air, and knocked the shroud of shadows off each of his siblings. Even Kat, who was most gifted in defense, could do little to block a force like this. To end the fighting, Stalker appeared behind Claw, whos eyes slowly softened as Scrapper-lock faded. You see my children, Claws gift was not entirely his ability to fight longer, but rather to discover his own strength, his own power. But father! argued spine, His gift is like my own, he strikes from range with the sudden movement of his arms! No, Stalker shook his head and placed a hand on Claws shoulder, who looked up to his father behind him. His power was discovered, not given at birth.
-Kimishima, Who likes claws more than food, and also likes copying Jock's end post thingy.
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d00d. u forgot MY stalker primary. Ma/ !! -crais-
Wow these are all so amazing, very nice everyone.
Perhaps people would like to bring light into the way that the Scrapper, the Tank, the Brute and the Stalker gained 2 swords and the willpower to fight with them?
Also I've had to skip a couple stories (gotta get to bed here) but a read a lot of them. Has anyone decided to cover the epic power pools yet?
Raise your hand if you think Storm people are coming off as arrogant and a little jerkish
*Raises both hands*
To be honest, Stormers have a lot to be arrogant about. I mean, the have the full strength of nature's fury at their fingertips!
...Or, perhaps I am confused, and nature, when furious, borrows strength from Stormers.
Either way, arrogance justified.
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To be honest, Stormers have a lot to be arrogant about. I mean, the have the full strength of nature's fury at their fingertips!
...Or, perhaps I am confused, and nature, when furious, borrows strength from Stormers.
Either way, arrogance justified.
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This person certified "Win" by an independent panel of coriolises from the Tornado Institute for Tanker Research.
If *anything*, The Mighty Storm defender isn't coming off as arrogant enough.
And so the Children of stalker lived and thrived, each with their own unique gift. They fought and slayed many a foe from the shadows from whence the dwelled, and heeded the advice of their Shaded father. But so did evil go that sudden changes would weed out those who cared too much, and those who lacked the strength to stand alone would be trapped in the web of the spider...
The spider, ruler of the mirror world of evil creation had been taken aback by the births of his children's children. He stared with eight eyes and saw that his children had changed and softened with family. The spider yearned to ammend this, and ammend it he would. If his children were not strong, he would be sure his grandchildren were cold and unattached to thier own families.
One by one, he dropped strands of webbing around his children, and one by one they were snatched up and sealed away in a horned mountain dubbed Mount Diable'. All were taken up until only Stalker remained, hidden in his shadow. However, Stalker's pride came from fighting alone, and he had all but lost contact with his brothers and sisters. He had no warning of the coming danger...
As if by irony, Stalker gathered his children atop Mount Diable'. There he was to reveal to them their new sibling, Em-may. As stalker revealed himself, the great spider saw, and as quickly as his 8 legs could muster, he scurried along the web which held his world in place to the moutain. There, stalker held his new child, Em-may in his arms. Slowly, he transferred a gift to this child, but with a sudden screech, stalker was gone, leaving his child with but a small portion of the power meant for them.
And so the Children of stalker looked at where their father had once been, and stared at the child. It was then that they gave a small portion of their strength to their new sibling. Ee-ehm gave her new sibling a small portion of her power to stun. Kat gave the new sibling a portion of her swiftness, granting stronger legs. Darq gave this sibling the power to trick a foe into ignoring themselves, which the others would one day recieve, but that is another tale... Claw granted the child the force to knock it's foes back, and Spine gave the child breath, and gender. Slowly the child stirred, the young male being of the shadows had arose from near loss becasue the children of Stalker would always help each other, for the others would not...
-Well, this is all I could come up with to make up for forgetting MA, Dual blades'll come later I suppose, from me or someone else. -Kimishima
This story was originally posted in honor of the I9 release. So it is appropriate that it falls on the night of a major patch. It's cold outside tonight, but in the City, Spring has come again.
- Jock Tamson, Who waxes poetic in this one.
The season has turned again, and once more the City is renewed. It streets and towers teem with life as the Children of Statesman seek out the new challenges set before them. We have seen some hard seasons in the past, and reaped some bitter harvests, but always there was also the joy of the new gifts a new season brings.
Look out over the City! See the crowd there at the new House of Trade. Here a line of Statesman's Children stand laughing and toying with bats as they wait their turn to meet the Avatar he has placed amongst us. Someday the Endless Winter may come, but today there is Spring and new life.
Someday the Endless Winter may come.
Turn now from the happy and lively sight of the City and our new Springtime and look with me into the future that may come. Here is Atlas Park, quiet and forlorn. A single voice calls out asking if anyone wishes to join a Hunt in the Sewers. No answer comes, his voice echoes across empty streets. We move on to the Land of the Pugs by the Great Pit. A few gather here. They stop us and ask if we are the one they seek, but Aitchelar has not been seen in this land for some time. Here is Perez Park. Ah brothers and sisters, do you remeber the crowds that gathered here once in the Springtime of the World. No crowds teem here now. Skuls gather and dance, but nobody watches. The Endless Winter has fallen.
Someday the Endless Winter may come.
But not today. Today it is Spring! And we go to play. Fear not the Winter today. In Statesman's City, while we play, the Winter shall not come.
- Jock Tamson, Mythologist
beautiful, but makes me think of something I don't want to think about...
No
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo
I think you underestimate our fools, sir.
Why /duel is a bad idea
Wow Jock, I don't think I liked that one. It was kinda sad and a little creepy...
But keep 'em coming though! So far there are 37 stories in this thread, let's see if we can get to 50! I might contribute with a story about Kinetics.
The path of those that live within the City is not always a bright one, in fact it is often a lonely path.
But heroes, young and old, must always face the trials of solitude, and strive to be the light when all else seems dark.
For spring, like the sunrise, will always come.
Storms are awesome! I love running all Storm STF's. You can watch Ghost Widow's Death by Storm on YouTube...we recorded it cause we are sick like that.
Thanks Jock for all the stories!
You deviants (I'm looking at you especially TMS) are making me want to roll up a storm/arch defender when I should be working on my ff/electric defender
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no, it makes us the best, as Kheld wanted to be most like Defender.
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I did use Glowing Touch a hell of a lot this weekend...