0ber0n the Neko

Tyr stopped, halting the group behind him. He beckoned to Jar. "Mahrim, just how quick are you?" he whispered. Jar smiled. "Faster than you. Why?" Tyr stared directly forward. "Find out what that presence is... You can feel it as well?" Jar's smile disappeared. He nodded in reply. "Yeah, it's really freaking me out..." "I will distract it. You need to find a way to kill it, and then kill it. If you fail, well, I would fear for your life, were it not a certainty you will lose it." Jar only gaped at him. "You're [i]kidding[/i]!" Tyr shrugged. "I could be. Do you want to find out?" Jar paused briefly. He pointed. "You [i]better[/i] be distracting that thing when I come up on it." Tyr nodded. "Wait...." All were silent as they waited for Tyr's continuance. "Go. Quickly." Jar sped off, climbing swiftly up a tree, and disappearing into the canopy. Tyr ran forward, both shashkas at the ready, glowing black with darkened flame. He rushed the creature, seeing its true form. It was a gigantic worm creature with a gaping mouth. The sheer size of the beast seemed to distort the space around it. Tyr was only capable of one word. "Shiit...." he muttered under his breath. OOC: Tried to plug you there, Jar.

OOC: I'm sorry for the complete stoppage of posting, I have another RP running, and it has, in a week, grown to half the size of this post. As you may imagine, I have to keep up, and it moves a lot more quickly than this post.......... In any case, I'm not sure if I will be able to remain in this post for very long. This one has barely moved since X-mas break, and I am dissatisfied with what I have done with my character (no fault of anyone but me). I will try to keep posting, but unless we pick up quite a bit... I may just need to drop out. Just letting everyone know! I'm very sorry. IC: Nathan looked nervously into Eclair's distorted face. The looks he gave him was kind, but distraught. "What's wrong, Miss Eclair?" She turned slightly away from him. "I don't know... I want to miss Vincent. I really do. I just... don't. That frightens me. I'm not even sure if I ever loved him." Nathan cleared his throat, straightening himself to the stature of the Commander that he was. "'Why shed a tear for the dead?', as we in the watch say." He did not care to complete the phrase ("...For we shall join them soon!") Eclair smiled warmly, sniffling back a final tear. "You know, Nathan, you're right." Nathan's posture weakened for a moment. "I am?" he said. He straightened himself up once more. "I mean, of course I am!" He grasped her gloved hand, unthinkingly. "As long as I'm here, I will protect you from even the most potent of enemies... your own fear! We must go forward, and never look back!" Eclair's smile grew wide once more, then dissapeared as she looked down to her hand. She blushed. "Nathan... I..." Nathan noticed as well, dropping her hand. "I... apologize, madam!" She smiled again. "Please, Nathan. I hate how you address me so stuffily! Call me Eclair!" Nathan looked up at Eclair, at the face he had fallen in love with since he'd seen it. "...Eclair." Eclair grabbed Nathan's large, clumsy hands in hers. "That's much better." Nathan only looked on as... OOC: as WHAT??? ^_- Plug point, everyone.

OOC: Splitting up... Okay, that may not have been on the original agenda, but I deem it a worthwhile twist. Good job, Random. And another sidenote, Leiivirill has left us! This post moved so quickly that we accidentally left her behind! She humbly requested not to be involved in the post any longer... she will be missed. IC: Tyr stared Jar down, his gaze seeming to pierce flesh and bone. His answer was too quick, too raw to be knowledgable. He turned to Sazurothz, who beamed at the chance to lead. He gathered all the slake over to his side, obviously content with his ranks. Tyr was too curious to relax his suspicions, but kept them to himself. In the meantime, he would gather the rest to his party. The slake could make it quite easily on their own, having been well adapted to the forest. It was the non-human that would make the ultimate difference, here in the vast forest of Tanis. Tyr looked to Kanya. [i]Of all of us, she will have the most difficulty making it through... Velati aren't quite accostomed to the wild.[/i] "Dreg!" Tyr called. Dreg looked at him, sharply. "Yes?" "Go with Sazurothz. You know why." Dreg's smile receded. "So, he really is..." Tyr's silence was enough. Dreg ran to Sazurothz's side. Thorkell looked sadly at Tyr. "Will there be no slaughter in this wood?" "Listen, Thorkell..." Tyr responded. The viking tilted his head up to listen. His expression was blank, but slowly formed a cruel smile. "So, there will be bloodshed." Tyr nodded, turning to the forest. "Are we all ready?" OOC: TEAMS SO FAR! TYR'S TEAM: Tyr Jar Tarma Thorkell SAZUROTHZ'S TEAM: Sazurothz Eskari Ash Dreg UNDECIDED: Kanya

Tyr and his entourage stopped, looking at Tarma's paw. He said nothing. "Where are we going?" Jar asked. "To Tanis. There is a rune located near there. Balthasar has been emptied of runes for a long time, but Tanis still has a few, for those willing to pay the right price..." Tyr replied. "I thought we were supposed to stay in the city..." Tarma said, cautiously. "Who told you that?" Tyr asked, shooting her a sharp glance. Dred stepped forward uneasily. "I didn't think they'd follow us, Tyr..." "We need their skills, Dred. We won't be dealing with ordinary government thugs this time." Tyr brushed Tarma aside. "You may come. Pray that you're ready." Thorkell lumbered to Tyr's side, and looked about to speak. Tyr looked at him. "You want to ask me something?" The viking nodded. "You are so familiar with the runes... how is that?" Tyr sighed. "We'll discuss that another time, viking. The walls have ears in this city. One's secrets cannot be spilt so sparingly." Thorkell nodded. He stayed silent for a while, then said, "I want to be more involved, you know? I feel like an outsider, even among all you misfits!" He laughed jovially, smacking Tyr on the back. The blow knocked Tyr several feet forward. Thorkell laughed once more. Tyr straightened himself up, patting the dust from his clothes. "I appreciate your... enthusiasm... viking. However, in my band, respect is earned, not given." Thorkell hefted his axe. "Then I shall prove myself in battle! For the glory of ODIN!" Tyr smiled, this time with material amusement. "I hope you will."

The morning came quickly, but without the tension of impending battle that had seemed to riddle Tyr's recent days. Tyr awoke, fingering his tatoo. He looked about the room, which was empty. He lifted the sheets from his body, sliding out of bed and into his clothes. He looked to a desert cowl that hung on a coat rack nearby. He donned it, walking out into the hallway, where the others had begun milling about already. Jar looked groggily toward Tyr. "Hey, you're the leader, ain'tcha? Aren't you supposed to get up first? Y'know, boost morale or sumthin'?" Tyr smiled. "But if I awake first, will I not also retire first?" Jar only looked at him complacently, and then trudged mumbling down the hall. Tyr walked down the hall towards the viking's room, which he shared with Dreg. OOC: Sorry that it's so brief... just trying to set the stage!

Tyr took off his cloak and shirt, and sat on his bed, troubled deeply. [i]They take this power so lightly... All save for the viking have no understanding whatsoever...[/i] He heard a knock at the door. He shot a glance to it, drawing a shashka as he did so. He approached the door slowly, attempting to hear talk outside. He heard none. He reached for the handle with one hand, the other holding the shashka to the door. Tyr cracked the door open to see Jar, Felas, Tarma, and Eskari waiting expectantly outside. He sheathed the shashka. "What is it?" Tyr asked fiercely. "Can we come in?" Jar asked. Tyr surveyed them once more. He unbolted the door, and opened it. "In," he said. The four stood in varying places in the room. Eskari took the far wall, while the three mahrim sat before him on the other bed. "You're here to ask me something." Tyr's voice held no questioning tone. The mahrim sat silently, while Eskari gazed idly toward the female. Eskari straightened up. "We're here about what you said earlier." "About the runes?" The mahrim trio nodded nervously. Tyr sat on his bed. He faced the group with resign. "You follow me, yet you know not what the runes are?" The group stayed silent. There was an air of tension that encircled every one of them, save for Tyr. "The runes..." Tyr began, "were created back when the world was young. The Gods made them. Surely, you know that much. The reason, however, was simple. The Gods lived in a utopia. Their heavenly realm was desirous above all things earthly. They created the world, each sealing an aspect of themself into it. The more power they gave, the more jealous they became. They knew that their conflict would end in war, so they sealed their very essence into runestones, far below the surface of the earth. This is all elementary. The stones themselves, however, are not always as kind and gentle as we view them. In the hands of mortals, the power of the gods was immeasurably useful... as well as dangerously powerful. As power breeds lust for power, mortals sought out these stones, bending them to their will." Tyr stopped. He winced in pain. "Mortals then created the Vanguards." Tarma looked at him quizically. "The Vanguards? What are they?" "We... The Vanguards were humans infused with the power of runestones. They were essential tools of the government, especially in the sense of war. They no longer needed to call upon runestones to perform incredible feats." Tyr froze, looking up at Kanya, who was standing in the doorway. "Can I help you?" Kanya shook her head. "I'm listening." Tyr shut his mouth, and flared his nostrils. "Everyone, I think it's time for you to leave." The four moaned, but still made their way towards the exit. Kanya remained. Tyr stared up at her briefly. "Come in. Shut the door behind you." Kanya sat, smiling at Tyr. "So you're the leader now, huh?" Tyr shot her a dark glare. "I did not hear of an election, velati. This is not my choice." Kanya's smile began to fade. "Please, Tyr. Call me Kanya." Tyr's silence was a clear indicator of his annoyance. "So, you're not here for tea and biscuits, then." Kanya smiled again. "Of course not. I'm fascinated by your story of the Vanguards..." Tyr slammed his fist on the bedside table, leaving a blackened indent. "It is [i]not[/i] a story." He lifted his hand, stroking his tatoo. "You know it to be so." Kanya stood, lifting her delicate hand towards Tyr's tatoo. She touched it, and recoiled instantly, her fingers singed. She put them in her mouth, trying to cool them. "So you [i]are[/i] a Vanguard..." Tyr shuddered. He tensed. "All I bring is pain to this world. None can ever touch me. I am invincible, like our slake friend... but the difference is..." Tyr gestured to his tatoo "I can't take [i]my[/i] armor off." Kanya stood silently, gazing over Tyr's bare-chested body. He was scarred and bruised all over, but his muscles were hard and defined. "See, this is the curse of the runes... This adhesive armor that never comes off. The runes were created for battle... So, it's quite fitting, really." Kanya looked into Tyr's eyes for a long time, then looked away. She started for the door, when Tyr called after her. "Why do you seek the runes?" "I don't seek the runes, I seek the truth." Tyr nodded silently, and Kanya opened the door. As she left, Sazurothz entered, clad in a different armor, still easily identified as runestone. "Aren't I popular today..." Tyr mumbled grimly. Sazurothz bowed. "My lord, you have saved me from the curse and to that I am in your debt and service. Your wish is my command..." Tyr stood. "You need not thank me. Your life is your own. If you wish to devote it to serving me, I cannot stop you." Sazurothz left, with a final bow as he tarried in the doorway. Tyr sat expectantly, knowing that someone would surely come for him, but they didn't. He almost wished he could see Kanya again... but he laughed and shook his head, recalling her having singed her fingers trying to touch him. Tyr locked and bolted the door, and went to sleep.

Tyr looked silently at the armor-clad Sazurothz. "You're a fool." Sazurothz sneered at Tyr. "What's that!?" Tyr looked him in the eye. "Now no-one can touch you. You're nigh invincible. The one problem is..." Tyr held out a hand that was engulfed in blackened flame, "What happens when you [i]want[/i] someone to touch you? When you're done playing god, the price is disastrous." Tyr recalled the fire."Remember that." Sazurothz looked at him with a nervous smile. "Look at the newfound philosopher!" As Sazurothz watched, Tyr bared his right arm. On his upper arm glowed a dark and sinister looking tatoo, easily recognized as a rune. "This is the price I paid. Now no-one may ever touch me." Sazurothz looked wide-eyed at the tatoo. "So, that's how he does it..." he muttered. Tyr looked up at the roof, and saw the dark figure of a huge thuma. He looked harder, and saw a slake, crouched in the shadows above. "Slake, your presence seems to herald many unwanted guests..." he smiled, grimly. "The curse of the rune has only begun." All watched as the two shadowy figures atop the roof began to flee, the slake carrying a large rifle. As Sazurothz shot a defiant glare at the duo in flight, Tyr laid a hand on his shoulerpad. It began to fizzle, melting into it the shape of Tyr's hand. "The fires have already begun to consume you. You can escape, but you must do it soon. The runes are not so kind to those who wait." Tyr walked towards the inn. He drew his hood over his head, and pulled the sleeve back over his right arm. He spat. "Just once, I wish someone could touch me..."

Tyr remained silent. Finally, he spoke. "Your lasers will not affect the trolls. At least, not for long." Sazurothz gazed at him idly. "What do you mean?" "They regenerate. It would only take moments for them to heal with the tiny holes left by your service pistols." Sazurothz slowly lowered his pistol. "So how do we kill them?" A smile slithered across Tyr's face. "Fire." A troll bleated out a mighty warcry. He ran towards Tyr with his warscythe raised. Tyr raised his hand. A black flame began to appear slowly around it. The troll's confident grin turned to a grimace of horror, as he tried to stop his advance. Tyr threw the fire at the troll, who shrieked in terror as his green skin turned black. He recoiled in terror, falling to the earth in a fiery heap. Tyr gestured towards the large plasma cannon strapped to Sazurothz's back. "That'll work, too." Sazurothz was staring at the screaming, writhing mass of fiery carnage that lay at his feet. He snapped to attention, unharnessing the cannon from his back. Thorkell laughed. "I haven't slain a troll in ages!" he drew his axe. "I'll take pleasure in rending the meat from their bones!" he yelled, rushing towards the trollish adversaries. OOC: I will explain the plan in a later scene. Stay updated.

Tyr walked purposefully towards the bar. He sat next to the slake in the ceremonial armor, not once casting a glance in his direction. "What is it?" Tyr asked lazily. "I believe you know why I called you here, Vanguard..." the slake replied with a slight chuckle. "I am no longer a Vanguard. You wouldn't have called me over here unless you knew that," Tyr replied, almost snarling. "You? The great Vanguard Tyr? Master of the Darkest Flame?" the slake asked, laughingly. "You're a hard man to find. I'm more suprised to have found you here..." "This is my work. I busy myself with these things." "You're much too good to play this game-" "I [i]know[/i]. The difference is, I don't care. You government slime can just keep to yourselves," Tyr replied. "I... am no longer of the government. I operate from within the government, but my actions are... outside." "And you want my help," Tyr muttered. The two still had not met eyes. "Not want. [i]Need[/i]. I need your power in order to expand... [i]My[/i] power. You understand, don't you?" The slake rolled a few gold coins towards Tyr. Tyr didn't even look at them. "You can't afford me." "There's plenty more where that came from," the slake replied, hissing. "You seem to misunderstand. I don't [i]want[/i] your dirty money. Go somewhere else with your goddamned gold." The slake was very obviously offended. "You seem to misunderstand [i]me[/i]!" The slake drew his weapon slowly, as to only attract the attention of Tyr. "That [i]wasn't[/i] an offer." Tyr sighed slightly. "You want to fight with me, alone? Even knowing I'm a former Vanguard?" The slake hesitated. "You... may leave." Tyr stood, and rejoined the group, who was now listening to Dred's explanation. "Everybody ready? I'm starting to sense an ill wind. We should leave this place," Tyr said, flatly.

OOC: Holy SHIT! I turn my back on thsi thing for, what, a few days... And I'm already lost. Bear in mind that I'm going to try to consolidate the groups fairly soon. IC: Tyr looked at Dred. "It's lively today." Dred seemed almost startled. "You've finally decided to speak, huh?" Tyr looked at him silently. He then responded, "Yes. However... I can't seem to ignore the thuma and the slake. They're strong." Dred looked at the duo, who seemed about to clash at any moment. "Ummm... can we wait until they're done beating the shit out of each other?" Tyr seemed to ingore him. "We [i]need[/i] strong." Tyr stood, and walked towards the thuma. "Excuse me. Would you care for a drink?" he said. The thuma seemed to be caught off guard. "Erm... A drink?" Tyr's silence prodded the thuma onward. "Make it mead. I can deal with this... lizard... later." The slake tensened up. "What did you call me!?" he bellowed. It took three bouncers to keep him held down. Tyr ignored the slake's cries for retribution. "My name is Tyr." Once again, his silence warranted a response. "I am called by Thorkell. I seek the Runes of Might!" he said, grimly. The bartender placed a large stein before him. He grasped the handle, eager to drink. Tyr nodded. "You may drink." Thorkell took a swill of the strong liquid. He pondered idly about why he felt he needed Tyr's permission to drink what was rightfully his. Or, rather, what could soon be rightfully his if he so pleased. "Do you wish to ask a favor of me? I know charity does not come of a huma... There always seems to be blood on every coin..." Tyr bowed his head, humbly. "As you may have guessed, I am not exactly huma." Thorrim laughed, drowning himself in another swig of the mead. "No, you're not, are you? You're too clever to be one of [i]those[/i] bastards." He grinned. "But you're still too smart to give a Thuma a gift... What is it you're after?" Tyr smiled. "Runes. They're what makes the world go 'round, aren't they?" Thorrim slammed the stein down on the table. "Bring me another, bartender!" The stein returned, full to the brim. "You know the government's been guarding those mines like the thousand sentinels of Azmordam..." "Yes. That's another thing I want. I want to know why," Tyr replied. "And why are you telling me this?" Thorrim asked. "Because I want your help. You look like you're strong enough." Thorrim smiled. "Thanks. I'll have to get back to you on that." "Just let me know," said Tyr. "I'll be waiting." Dred eyed him slowly as he returned to their table. Tyr sat. "No matter how many times I watch you do that, I'm still amazed." Tyr sat silently. He only smiled. Jar sat down with Tarma. "So, what now?" "Now, we wait. Let's just see how the winds of fate blow tonight..."

OOC: It's such a strange night... with such an unusual moon out! I should start! [i][color=green]Somewhere... There is a world governed by magical runestones, called the Thorrim. Their power was what directed the natural balance of life on the planet, and they soon became essential for everyday life. However... Secret societies coveted this power, and the shadowy hand of governmental forces stretched outward, seeking the magical stones that would influence a nation's status. The world is being overrun by chaos, as more and more of these runes are being found and studied, then utilized. The results could be disastrous. WHAT WILL YOU DO?[/i][/color] Here are the characters: Vagabonds: Tyr Leifkin - 0ber0n the Neko Dred Farog - Starwind Jar - Random Red Mage Technolytes: Sazurothz - silverwolf_fang Nana Joce - Stark Dragons_Bait15 - Ash Revolutionaries: Leviiril - Latharix_sama Kanya - Raze_3103 Tarma - Linkk (After making the adjustments suggested) LAST NOTE: Don't rely too much on another character's posting frequency. It could mean the death of our post! ----- In the city of Balthasar... Tyr looked about suspiciously. The crowd was sparse, but the goernment seemed to be everywhere, these days. They were in the towers, they were out in the field, and they were among their own people. Dred gave him an annoyed look. "What's with the silence, Leif? Scared someone might find out that you're a wilder?" he smiled with grim satisfaction. "This place is full of your kind. You needn't worry." Tyr looked silently at Dred. He seemed uneasy. "I apologize," he said, simply. "Forget about it, Leif," came Dred's reply. It was hard to hear above the bustling life-sound of the crowd. One sound caught Tyr's undivided attention. He stopped, quickly. He was just in time to hear a large bearded man yell "THIEF!" A youngish looking Mahrim jogged by. He would be smiling, were it not for the large fish in his mouth. He seemed to yell something that Tyr interpereted as "Thanks for the fish, bonehead!" There was a sudden sound, and the mahrim was in the hands of what appeared to be a peasant. It was, however, a policeman. "You're coming with me, thief!" Tyr felt himself reach for the shashka at his waist. [i]Why do I feel I should protect him?[/i] The fish lay sadly in the sand. "Lemme go, you sonofabitch! I'm gonna KILL you!" "Thievery [i]and[/i] resisting arrest! The courts will tear you apart, scum..." The polceman chuckled, until he found himself faced with a much more expedient doom. Two shashkas were aimed directly at his throat, barely missing the mahrim's head. "I give you three seconds, and by then, the mahrim will be free. Choose wisely." The officer chuckled nervously. "Oh, so you're an accessory, eh? Hehe... You might both find yourselves at the wrong end of a short rope-" "One." "I'm not kidding," the policeman said. His sweat was visible. "Killing an officer will get you no-" "Two." "I'll kill him! I'll kill him if I have-" In an instant, the man's head was severed from his body. The wounds were caucerated by the heat of two fiery shashkas, and didn't bleed. His face was a grimace of agony. "Three," said Tyr. He looked at the mahrim. "He hurt you?" The mahrim only stared. He remembered himself, and said, hurriedly, "Hell NO! Not one of these police officers could catch me for long!" Tyr remained silent. He seemed almost expectant. "Thanks, I guess," the mahrim replied, cautiously. He looked at the sad, half-eaten fish that lay at his feet. "Too bad I couldn't save the fish..." he mumbled. "Yes, too bad," agreed Tyr, "My name is Tyr Leifkin." He let this declaration end his sentence. "And... I'm Jarrius. Call me Jar." He held out his hand, to shake with Tyr, but Tyr only stared at it as impassively as he did everything else. "Hello, Jar." Dreg came speeding around the corner. "Leif, where the hell have you-" his voice said everything. "Oh," came his conclusive reply. Tyr watched him survey the policeman's body. "Damn, Leif... you don't have to ACTUALLY kill him..." Tyr stared as well. He said nothing, but his silence indicated awkwardness. Jar stepped slowly away. "Ummm... I'll catch you guys later... Ciao!" Nobody paid attention to him. Only the two grim figures stood above the decapitated corpse of the late policeman. He walked away, dissatisfied, looking for another fish. Tyr heard footsteps. They were definetely female, and most certainly mahrim. As he turned to face the noise, he found himself face to face with.... OOC: PLUGGING TIME! (That's your cue, mahrim females!)

Allright, the post will be going up VERY SHORTLY! I can't do it now, cuz im at school, and actually working, but just keep an eye out for it! thanks, -ORCUS

This post is well balanced so far! I think we only need one more girl... It's been Mahrim, Wilder, and Slake all the way! ^.^ Perhaps some diversity, folks? (Don't change your races, though. It's okay.) Anyway, I am quite satisfied with the posts as they are, and I hope we get one or two new people (PLEASE be some other society... if we have all technolytes this post might fall on its face...) Here's a list of all members who have joined successfully! Vagabonds: Tyr Leifkin - 0ber0n the Neko Dred Farog - Starwind Jar - Random Red Mage Technolytes: Sazurothz - silverwolf_fang Nana Joce - Stark Dragons_Bait15 - Ash Revolutionaries: Leviiril - Latharix_sama

Wow. I've been looking for an RP like this for a long time! Bear in mind that my character is an ACTUAL PERSON, just given superpowers, because the man is a GOD. Superhero Name: Dragon Force Real Name: Herman Li Current Occupation: Guitarist/Musician Place of Birth: Hong Kong, China Marital Status: Single Height: 5'11 Weight: 130 lbs Eye Colour: Black Hair Colour: Black Hair Length: Waist length Everyday Clothing: Wears a band shirt, and jeans. He doesn't like people knowing who he is. Superhero Clothing: Glam Rock, anyone? Wears a white jacket, with no undershirt. His pants are black and flared at the bottom, detailed with flames. Personality: A big party guy, and just a bit crazy. His personality is like his guitarwork; fast, furious, and always a pleasure. He likes to drink, hang out with his band, hang out with girls, and to battle crime with his guitar! Character History: After having played in a number of underground metal/rock bands in London, Herman decided the only way for him to move forward, is to form a band instead of joining one. Herman has finally found the right musicians together to take the music he loves to another level. Then he started the band "Dragonforce". The sheer power of their music caused the world to respect their most high and glorious sound, and many to worship it like unto a god. Herman Li's solos were a force to be reckoned with, and he could outshred any mere mortal with his Ibanez guitar. Superhuman Powers: From the sheer sonic force at which he plays, he can crush, rend, or otherwise maim most static materials on the planet (concrete walls, metal walls, floors, roofs, etc.). His power, however, translates less powerfully on a human being. He is only capable of inflicting grievous bodily harm on a human, from a series of concussive blows of sonic power. He can also use his guitar as a flying apparatus, or as a weapon. Source of Powers: Most of this power comes from his innate ability to shred on the guitar, but his guitar's amplification came from an on-stage electrical accident that rearranged the particles of not only his body, but all of his guitars. Special Skills: Expert wielder of European swords, electric guitars, and, obviously, his ability to SHRED! Weapons/Gadgets: (This is an actual list.) Guitars: Ibanez S-Series 6 string (S470SOL, S540TTS) Ibanez S-Series 7 string (540S7BK) Ibanez RG 7 string (RG7620) DiMarzio pickups Amplifications, Rig Setup & Misc: Marshall JMP-1 Rocktron Intellifex XL Korg DTR-1, DT-10 Mesa Boogie 50/50 Marshall 1960B Cabinets Sennheiser Evolution Wireless Fuman Power Conditioner Digital Music Corp. Ground Control Digitech XP100 with custom true bypass Morley Bad Horsie 2 Jim Dunlop Cry Baby Ernie Ball Volume Pedal Marshall ED-1 Compressor M-Audio Midi Merge 2x2 M-Audio Midi Thru 1x4 George L's SM57 EBow Drink holders

OOC: I guess nobody else is coming....? For the sake of continuing the story, WE PRESS ONWARDS! IC: Bashi nodded to Aoshi, who looked both excited and nervous. The circle was expanding considerably, now, as the bounty hunters realized that they were not outmanned, but outmatched. Bashi's dim smile turned to a face of concentration. He saw three men standing close together, attempting to keep themselves safe by utilizing numbers. Bashi's smile returned. "Bingo," he muttered. He could barely seen on his trajectory. He ran towards the three men, wakaizashi drawn, five kunai ready in the other hand. "Let's do this!" he yelled, rallying his scarce allies to battle. OOC: I'm just letting you guys post. If you don't for two days... I'll just take this fight, and try to plug you as much as I can. Sorry, but nobody seems too keen on posting. LET'S SEE SOME MORE INVOLVEMENT! :D

Good posts, so far! I guess it's my turn to character! (Remember, I'm listening to a fairly sad song... So my character my be inclined sadly... Oh, and excuse my use of a God's name. I'm scrapped for names.) Name: Tyr Leifkin Age: 23 Sex: Male Race: Wilder Alignment: Vagabond Class: Immolator (Wielder of the dark flame. His power is so advanced in this field that he can cause his shashkas, and just about anything else he touches, to be imbued with a black flame. He can manipulate the dark flame in any way he pleases, whether it be a projectile, a weapon, or a shield. He is proficient with the use of shahskas. Weapon of Choice: Two long[URL=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shashka] Shashkas[/URL]. Personality: A fairly unusual person. He is an excellent fighter, being quick enough to make up for his physical weakness. He is swift and relentless in battle, but outside, he is very introverted. He is polite, and careful with his words. Appearance: Tall, with black hair that runs past his shoulders. His skin is pale, and his eyes are red. He wears dark sunglassed, and a long black leather trenchcoat. Bio: Not much is known about Tyr, but then again, Wilders are not often inclined to speak of their dark and unsavoury pasts. He only wants to stop the fighting. He could care less about the runestones.

This is just a somewhat freeform, off-the-sleeve RP that may require some flexibility... [u][b]THE STORY:[/b][/u] [i][color=green]Somewhere... There is a world governed by magical runestones, called the Thorrim. Their power was what directed the natural balance of life on the planet, and they soon became essential for everyday life. However... Secret societies coveted this power, and the shadowy hand of governmental forces stretched outward, seeking the magical stones that would influence a nation's status. The world is being overrun by chaos, as more and more of these runes are being found and studied, then utilized. The results could be disastrous. WHAT WILL YOU DO?[/i][/color] [b][u]RACES:[/u][/b] Remember that races are balanced, in terms of stats. There is no "Dominant Class", just ones that work well for you. Choose wisely. [u]Huma[/u]: Basically, a normal human. They are capable of being powerful warriors, and cunning politicians. They, however, do not often posess the patience necessary to master the ways of magick. They spearheaded the Industrial revolution, and are proficient at using guns and other machinery. Huma are generally tolerated. [u]Mahrim[/u]: A humanoid cat-human. Their overwhelming traits are their speed and agility. Their strength is somewhat atrophied as a result. Though they are capable of being as strong as a human being, it is often useless to them, due to their proficiency with all hand-to-hand weapons. Mahrim are often distrusted, as many of them are thieves and assassins. [u]Velati[/u]: A small humanoid creature, born with a natural inclination toward the magickal arts. They have taken magick to a new and more complex level, making it a more scientific practice. They have mastered the combinations of different elemental control. They are widely respected and revered for their skills, and because they comprise many of the members of government. [u]Wilder[/u]: Rarely, a highly advanced genetic mutation appears in the offspring of Huma. This produces a "Wilder", or an innate magic user. They are often weakened by the mutation, but are gifted with bizarre and powerful magical abilities that rival, and in some cases, surpass that of the Velati. A Wilder is distrusted, but often has many close friends due to his useful nature. [u]Raaki[/u]: They bear a strong resemblance to the Velati in all aspects save for magick use and fashion. A Raaki is often inclined towards divine worship, or clericism, preferring the divine power of God to the seemingly scientific powers of magick. Their dress is often extravagant, but less colorful than that of the Velati. They also suffer less from the physical atrophy that is comman among the Velati, many being powerful warriors for their faith. They are widely respected, and always befriended easily. [u]Thuma[/u]: What looks like an incredibly large and muscular human. They are incredibly strong, and able to use heavy or two-handed weapons in each hand. They are completely inept when it comes to magick, so many defer to shamanistic practices. They comprise the working class, and thug population of most cities. They are feared by their enemies, and greatly appreciated by their allies. [u]Slake[/u]: Human sized lizardmen. They are strong, but instead of deferring to strength, they defer to their incredible knowledge of machinery and technology. They pioneered the Machinum revolution, which included the use of beam weapons and laser technology. They are extremely proficient at the use of energy weapons, and have since created some very interesting technology. They are appreciated, but many are not tolerated. [u][b]ALIGNMENT[/b][/u] [u]Revolutionary[/u]: Basically, opposed to the government. [u]Government[/u]: You seek the power of the runestones... but why? [u]Secret Society[/u]: You can choose from one of these societies- Rosecrucian - You seek the Runestones that govern magick. Illuminati - You seek divine Runestones that govern healing power. Technolyte - You seek runestones that govern technology. Acolyte - You seek runestones that govern strength and physical power. (Secret society members can join forces, even cross-society.) [u]Vagabond[/u]: You're a drifter, and tend to travel in small groups. You may pursue the Runestones, and you may not. Most times, you follow your own path through the story, but you have very little plugging space. [b]Signup Sheet![/b] Name: Age: Sex: Race: Alignment: Class: (This is fairly open-ended. Don?t just do ?Warrior? or ?Mage?. Put some depth, and perhaps an explanation here.) Weapon of Choice: Weapon Style (optional): Personality: Appearance: (Include a picture, or a good description here.) Bio: (Just a general background, as many of these posts do better when we can make some history as we go.) Alrighty, give it a go!

[quote name='Jakehammaren]And putting In Flames as a suggestion for Power Metal fans might be a bit misleading (although they do (or at least used to) rule the friggin world). AND Children of Bodom would probably offset said Power fans as well, despite their utter PWN'age (well... they [I]used[/I'] to utterly PWN).[/quote] Okay, revision. The OLDER In Flames totally kicks ***. However... Jake, it's Children of Bodom! Granted, they went a new direction with their new CD (implementing quite a bit more awesome breakdownage), but I think it's still a fairly safe bet to label them as Blackened Power Metal... As for the Trivium statement... It was late. I was tired. I'm not even sure if I was in a rational state of mind! In any case, they're a pretty good band, and I respect them... although... Thrash, Jake? I'm not questioning your judgement (on second thought I agree), I'm just gonna have to talk to you about why that is.... Ciao everyone.

Name: Keitaro Ashima Age: Just recently turned 16 Appearance: He is 5'8", 130 lbs, and an excellent athlete. He has black eyes, and dyed red hair. He wears a leather jacket and shades just about everywhere, and has access to a motorcycle that he obsesses over. It was his dad's bike, but he never talks about it. Eva?s Appearance: Keitaro's Eva is a somewhat noble figure, strongly contrasting with Keitaro's outward appearance, but deeply aligned with his inner self. It resembles a european knight, donning a spiked war-helmet, and a bright, silver carapace. It has a retractable heated sword at its his hip, which is especially useful for penetrating an Angel's hardened core. Personality: Keitaro is an interesting character. He characterizes the traditional "bad boy", and is known for his skill in a brawl. He rides a motorcycle to school, refuses to wear his uniform, and every girl in the school has a crush on him and his dashing good looks. He is boastful and headstrong on the outside, but has a very noble soul. He dislikes those who prey on the weak, and will defend himself, his friends, and his family at any cost. Insecurities: He does not appear to have any insecurities, but his main conflict is within himself. He fights back all memories of his father, whose death was an enormous tradgedy, but also an obscure blessing. He has an overbearing trust of others, and this often leads him down paths he would not like to take. His father's schizophrenia is said to be hereditary, and he believes he might be going insane. Biography: His father died in a motorcycle crash when he was ten (The bike was in perfect condition, and has remained so ever since). The crash was presumably caused by a drunk driver, but the true cause is unknown. His father was loving, kind, and merciful, but became a monster. He started coming home drunk, and beating on Keitaro's mother. Afterwards, his consciousness would kick in, and he would revert to his caring state. This would happen over and over. He was finally sent to a doctor, who told them that his father had a critical case of schizophrenia. This could lead him to be violent at times, and perfectly loving at others... with no memory of what had happened in the previous stage. It was a rare case that often proved to be hereditary. (I don't want to exposeany more of the story... I prefer to keep my character open for new routes of thought, if that doesnt bug you much. I think this is a good, basic outline.) Defining Moment: Learning of his father's death, he went into an episode of psychosis that lasted two weeks. After returning from the hospital, his memory of certain events had been obscured. It was then he realized he might have his father's schizophrenia.

[quote name='MindGrinder'].............first....System of a Down and Disturbed aren't metal. Second.....You didn't even spell one of the band's name right.....i don't know if I'm the only one thinking this...but you are one of those people labeled as "Poser".[/quote] Hey, look. When I was first getting into metal, I barely knew the distinction between nu-metal and true metal. It's something that takes time. All s/he's asking for is some band names. I dont think that constitutes "posing". Oh, and please do not insult people's spelling when you have noun confusion in the sentence used to insult it. In any case, If you're into power metal, I would definetely gravitate towards some of the below bands: Manowar Dragonforce 3 Inches of Blood Domine Freedom Call Children of Bodom In Flames Blind Guardian Demons and Wizards Sonata Arctica Iron Maiden Kamelot (although, they tend to be a bit... proggy at times) Stratovarius Symphony X Yngwie J. Malmsteen (Also known as Rising Force) Warmen Sinergy At the Gates Kalmah Blinded Colony Mercenary (If ANYONE has some Mercenary, tell me where I can get some!) Hammerfall Iced Earth Yeah, and also, Death Metal is pretty good (note: I just barely started listening to it again, so i dont have many band names, and most of the ones i do have are hybrid bands.): Bloodbath Lamb of God Behemoth Dark Tranquility Into Eternity (Again, very proggy) Opeth (Very proggy. Their lead singer is AMAZING) Folk Metal (again, I'm just getting into it... sorry!): Ensiferum Amon Amarth Moonsorrow Moonspell Vintersorg Finntroll Turisas Among some Deathcore bands I like: The Acacia Strain Dead to Fall Do anime games count? Y'see, there's an anime fighter called "Guilty Gear", and it's completely based in metal, from the music playing at all times, to the names of the characters. I hope you find some of my info useful. Ciao, -Orcus (P.S. Sorry about the trivium comment. :animestun don't know WHAT i was thinking...)

OOC: Forewarning: This one's gonna be short. ::Listening to amped-up version of "One Winged Angel":: IC: [color=red]Don't sleep, you lazy ass! She's in danger![/color] Nathan was out of bed in an instant, his sword drawn, ready to kill. He saw nothing. "What... danger?" he muttered, still muddled from sleep. [color=red]Nathan, you're letting yourself go... You're letting [i]her[/i] go...[/color] "I'm sure she'll be safe...." he muttered, looking for the source of the voice. "Where are you? Who are you?" [color=red]Merely a messenger, one unseen.[/color] Nathan let his still feeble mind wrap itself around the idea. "Well, don't bother. She's safe in her mansion. She doesnt need me. She has guards." [color=red]Guards will not stop Jack. You saw that. You know it's true.[/color] Nathan felt himself tense. "No, she'll be fine. They're the best men in the watch, they are." [color=red]But what if-[/color] Nathan suddenly realized the presence of another mind. He closed his mind tightly, keeping whatever was inside his head outside of it. One thought echoed through his head. "Eclair!" he breathed. He stood to get dressed, and was out the door in an instant.

OOC: Wow, I guess I'm randomly the leader of the group...? Cool...? IC: Bashi sighed, stroking the hilt of his wakaizashi. He began down the steps to Hoji's Castle, towards the town. "I think I must check on Fai... knowing her, someone may have tried to kill her already..." He drew his broad straw hat over his head, concealing his face from anyone around to see him. ----- He pushed through the crowd. He smelled the faint aroma of blood, and knew that trouble was brewing. As he reached the center of the circle, he saw Fei with a stainless sword, and an unidentifiable man on the ground, drowning, as it were, in his own blood. A pistol lay not a foot from his outstretched fingertips. Several thoughts struck him simultaneously, but none as vividly as the one that said "DUCK!" As he crouched to the ground, a shot rang out. A bullet had buried itself in the post next to him. The hole was where his head had previously been. "Damn!" he thought, drawing his wakaizashi. He sped forward, keeping his head below the crowd, which had turned into a confused mass of scared townspeople not knowing how to react. This hid him well, but to a well-trained bounty hunter, this crowd would protect him as well as a cloud of smoke. Soon, another shot sped past his ear. "Double Damn!" He stopped. He was in the middle of a clearing, and Fei stood with a smile on her face. "About time, Bashi-san!" "Less talk, more running!" Bashi said, hurriedly. He heard the cocking of a pistol, and turned towards the sound. A man with European armor made his way towards the group, pistol in hand. He smiled. "[i]I take it that you're Lord Hoji's little worms?[/i]" he scoffed. "[i]I bet you can't even understand me, the man who's about to end your sad, pathetic life![/i]" In an instant, the man's gun was gone. Two swords were extended gracefully towards his neck, where there was a chink in his armor. "[i]You missed a spot.[/i]" Bashi said in broken english. Fei decapitated the man with a slight motion. Befre the could revel in their victory, however, a band of foreign bounty hunters encircled them. "Only two of the twenty have working rifles. Take them out first," Bashi whispered. Fei nodded slightly, noting she understood. She raised her sword, and the crowd froze. Their smiles remained, but their tension was visible. Fei smiled. "You and me play a game. It called, who kill more bounty hunters?" Bashi sighed. "I [i]told[/i] you not to get into trouble..." Fei laughed. "Don't worry. You win this game." Bashi turned hsi head, but not his eyes, toward her. "How do you figure?" Fei's smile turned into a malign grin. "You always cheat." Some of the bounty hunters took noticable steps backward. It was too late. Any hopes they had of surviving had been reduced to a number resembling zero. Bashi drew four kunai, one inbetween each set of fingers. He smiled. "You noticed." OOC: Rumble time! Feel free to join in, Ronin! Mercs should shun the fight on this one, for the sake of keeping the back story from falling apart!

Kewaro Bashi sighed, surveying the group. They were all fine samurai, all were masters of a sort, but this mission seemed doomed. Kei knew that there was little hope. The odds, when stacked, were 6 against upwards of 50,000. He smiled wryly. [i]I'll take those odds.[/i] As he stood, the rest of the samurai looked to him. "Colleagues..." he began. It was silent for awhile. The group had grown accustomed to his dangling sentences. "...We need faster transportation. Feet will not... get us where we need to go... Not as quickly as we must get there," he said, resolutely. "I'm open to... suggestions." He lifted the veil seperating the room from the outside, and stepped out into the rain. He thought for a moment about Hoji's passing. He clutched his wakaizashi, the only memento left of the man who was more a father to him than the man-shaped impression in his infantile memory. He sighed, letting his hands loose around the scabbard. He turned to see Tora standing behind him. "Tora... You seem determined. You are driven... by what, I wonder..." Bashi said, a sentence left in the air, directed towards Tora. Tora gave him a grim smile. "I know that Hoji wasn't supposed to die. He was still young. We can avenge him, but we will need to move quickly." Bashi nodded. "You speak truth," came his terse reply. He returned to the steps that led to the castle. "Yet... I also can see the road is difficult. Not to be lightly taken. We will need to fight together. Are you really ready to lay down your life for the master who is no longer yours?" Tora's face grew annoyed. "See here, Bashi! I was ready to die for him ever since I came under his service!" Bashi smiled a pale and empty smile. "Keep that fervor... You may soon need it's guidance. Now, go in and tell the others to get ready, and to rest themselves. We cannot afford to leave unrested. Understand?" Tora's face was no longer annoyed, it was anxious. "Bashi, is it not so that we should leave as soon as possible?" Bashi looked into the sky. "We will wait for the storm to pass the sky. There must be no rain, no tears on the journey. What we do, we do for Hoji. What right do we have to weep? It is he that is dead. Not us." Tora nodded slowly, ducking back into the room. [i]There may be no way to bring you back, but we will bring your vengeance, lord. Slumber peacefully.[/i]

Name- Keiwaro Bashi Nickname- Kei Age- 27 Gender- Male Faction- Ronin Personality- Somewhat laid back and introverted, he often seems distant and somewhat distracted. He is known to annoy for his bad habit for abandoning sentences halfway through. His patience is also legendary. Word has it that he held a staring contest with a stone, and won. He has remarkable reflexes, and can be very charismatic when occasion requires. He is always careful with his words, and is never in a hurry to say them, either. Nobody really knows why he acts the way he does, but many suppose it is because of the tortuous conditions of his training. Appearance- He wears a dark and tattered kimono. His hair is black, short, and spiky. His eyes, while black, seem endless and hollow. His skin is tanned lightly, reminiscient of his harsh training conditions. Weapon- He wears a Tachi at his waist, but more often uses a vast amount of ninja kunai. His accuracy is alarming, even at a long range, and his swordplay has often been described as "A relentless, brutal dance upon the air, not unlike a falling cherry blossom". Fighting Style- It's a synthesis technique between strict samurai swordsmanship, and ninja acrobatics. He trains himself when he has no other tasks to perform, and is often injured in the process. His style is often referred to as the "Death Blossom". Short Bio- Growing up in a ninja dojo, he was trained from an early age to be quick, agile, and to "float upon the wind". However, he was forced into exile from his villiage after nearly killing the Villiage Elder's son. He was taken in by Lord Hoji as a bodyguard, and was soon trained by him in samurai swordfighting. He got his nickname "Kei" as an insult from another guard, who saw that Hoji seemed to play favorites with Keiwaro. Keiwaro lived happily as a samurai, training as often as occasion would permit. After he learned his villiage had been siezed and destroyed by the shogunate, he began to distance himself from others. When Lord Hoji was assassinated by the same shogun, he swore his revenge on the shogun himself. Ever since then, he has travelled to reach the shogun's palace. Character Snippet- (I guess I'll have a battlescene or something.) The tall man stood, unmoving, in front of Kei. "..." Kei seemed to pronounce the silence through his straw hat. "What business do you have here?" the man asked condescendingly. He laughed loudly, his friends joining in on the joke. Kei did not budge. The tall man frowned, becoming impatient. "Well? Answer, knave, before I'm forced to cut off your sorry little head!" The tall man drew a large sword, at least twice Kei's length, from his back. Kei's expression remained blank and untelling. He looked up at the man. "Very large sword... Are you trying to compensate, friend?" he asked, in all seriousness. The man's anger reached its apparent peak, and he swung the sword. It lodged itself deep into the ground where Keiwaro had been only moments ago. The man smirked, only to replace it with a horrified roar. Kei's kunai had pierced him in the chest. The wound bled freely, spraying red liquid all over his friends' astonished faces. Kei walked up to the man, placing his hand around the kunai, and pulling on it slightly. The tall man cried out in pain. "Please! No! It... GAH!!!" The kunai was out, and the man's pierced heart spurted blood all over the dirt road. The man fell to his knees, and onto his face. Kei smiled vacantly as he advanced over the corpse of his fallen enemy. "I can't let you stop me..." he whispered to himself slowly. "The shogun himself cannot stop me..."

The War of Fiorro, being a dominant conflict for thousands of years in the Fiorro Galaxy Sector, has just reached a new and more dangerous height. The War itself, being very old, has seen many stages. The severity of these stages have followed an arms race pattern until the introduction of legendary armors known as the Aesir. Their power in combat was immeasurable compared to the existing Mobile Suit technology. However, those who owned these legendary armors had gone extinct many years ago... You are a part of a team that has been assigned to retrieve these suits from various parts of the Fiorro sector. If you can find them, then your company's power will increase, and it is very likely that you will be victorious in the overall conflict. Additionally, there are similar tomes that speak of another type of power... the mysterious Vanir suits. But isn't it strange that all those civilizations before you had been destroyed? RACES: These are the selectable races for your character. PM me if you want to add your own, but it is not advised. Human: The humans have outlasted many years during the conflict, but have grown scarce since their homeworld, Earth, was destroyed by the Horde. Mahrim: A race of humanoid cat-people who have replaced Humans as the dominant species in the Fiorro sector. They are, individually, very quick, and skillful users of all kinds of light weaponry, but as a whole, are somewhat hesitant to fight. Gahtem: A race of large, powerful humanoids, who are often compared to humans, except they are larger and have darker skin. Their eyes also glow in the dark, signifying their capability to see in complete darkness. Dreyii: A race of extreme variance. Their people are large insectoids with as many types of people as there were bugs on earth. Brilliant strategists, and exceptional magic users. They own much of the text that was written about Aesir. NON-PLAYABLE RACES (except by request) Draaki: Very much like the Dreyii, but much more violent and powerful, with less grasp of magic. They are the driving force behind the conflict, and it was their forces that laid waste to the Human territories of Fiorro. Naga: Snakelike humanoids from another sector. Their cunning and skill in magic makes them a deadly, but scarce force to reckon with. FACTIONS: United Fiorro Emerates: The opponents of the Horde, and the freedom fighters of the Fiorro sector. Horde: Imperial Absolutists with a lands claim in Fiorro that has increased due to warring with the United Fiorro Emerates. United Trade Federation: A force not to be reckoned with. they tend to shift sides on a whim, in order to insure their company's safety in the new paradigm. Independent Faction: A faction that, observing its name, is independent in its alignment from the UFE, but not in ideals. Most Earth Humans have joined this faction. (what might make this easier is if everyone is on the same ship) AESIR: Aesir must have the name, and similar attributes of a Norse Aesir God. Bear in mind that these are not truly machines, but they are ORGANIC (So, it's not like Gundam, it's like Escaflowne). They are also human-sized, and boarded by, in essence, fusing with it. Include it in the Sign up. (Odin is off limits. Don't worry. He'll come later.) SIGN UP: Your sign up must include: NAME: Self Explanatory. AGE: Also Self Explanatory. SEX: Hint: "Yes, please" is not the correct answer. RACE: (See above) FACTION: (See above) SHIP: (What is the name/specs of your starship) RANK: (What is your character's rank?) CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Eyes: Hair: (If any) Skin Color: Favorite Color: Personality: What they wear: Brief Description of anything i might have missed: WEAPON OF CHOICE: WEAPON STYLE: (If Applicable) CHARACTER POWERS: (Any magical inclination this character has should be mentioned here) AESIR: (You can choose an Aesir, but it will come to you later.) DO NOT INCLUDE A BIOGRAPHY! This is mentioned in passing or during reminiscence sessions DURING the RP. This makes things more interesting, and less rigid. MY CHARACTER: NAME: Tanis Reich AGE: 27 SEX: Male RACE: Human FACTION: Independent Faction SHIP: "The Valkyrie" is a swift vessel with high-powered plasma cannons and the starship standard, hyperdrive. His most powerful weapon is a secret, and its use yields no survivors. RANK: Captain, once Admiral. CHARACTER DESCRIPTION: Eyes: Red Hair: Long and Shadow Black Skin Color: Pale White Favorite Color: Orange Personality: A somewhat cold and ruthless man, and a former member of the UFE. He was, and is the commander of the ship "The Valkyrie". Not much is known of his past, except that his smile is the harbinger of victory. Clothing: A long black coat with a red fabric inside. He wears dark sunglasses unless he is in a battle situation. WEAPON OF CHOICE: When he isn't commanding an Aesir or a batallion, he uses a large array of sharp blades that are hidden on various parts of his body. He also wields a long blade. However, he would rather command a thousand men than a thousand blades. WEAPON STYLE: He supposedly does not have a particular style, but it is said that when he fights, he has "The ruthlessness of the horde, and the precision of an assasin." CHARACTER POWERS: None are apparent, save for his inherent skill in commanding large amounts of people. AESIR: Tyr. The Aesir is what appears to be a hollow suit of battle blackened armor. It has a long sword on its back, with a long knife at its hip. Its left hand, which is the only missing piece, can spout a battleaxe that can melt through most metals. His Aesir's power is its incredible strength. GOOD LUCK, EVERYONE!