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Some Disclaimers:

This OP is going to be long. Very long. And you need to read it. All of it. The original Project Eve died off, and the story that is critical to this one was never fully realized. So I have to explain that, as well as the story for this one. So if you don't read the OP, you will be utterly lost. Besides, theres a bunch of useful information buried throughout it that will be... useful.

Also, I'm rather busy with school and visitation with my divorced parents. That being said, if I don't get online at all for a few days, this is likely it. If its a planned absence, I'll be sure to notify you via this thread. If I dissapear suddenly, its probably because I died. So don't freak out and get your panties in a twist if I don't update this three seconds after you post. :P

Project: Eve can be found here. I suggest you read the story for it, to game some idea as to the plot of this one.
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-----The Story-----

The Ancient Ones say the stars fell once.

It was Aidenn's darkest hour. The Triad, determined to eliminate all species who were not of 'ure human stock', had the last groups, tribes, and clans encircled. Even though they were faced with certain extinction, they refused to set aside their differences and unite.

It was then the stars fell.

The Five fell from the heavens, guided by Fate herself. They crashed to the surface, each one being discovered by a differnt tribe. It seemed that the tides had changed. The Triad's march was slowed, then halted, and then turned into a rout. But it seemed that fate still had a card to play: Slowly, The Five turned to Four, then Three, then Two and One. One was captured, another one lost. The rest... died.

But they had done enough. The Triad fell apart, its attempt at EVolutionary rEstablishment foiled. Those species deemed imperfect and eradicated slowly reemerged. Those last humans, denounced by The Triad as traitors to the species, strove to set the wrongs caused by The Triad right.

But The Triad was not defeated.

Slowly, ever so slowly, The Triad attracted those who weren't satifisfied with their lot. Those who resented the other species. Murderers, theives, the dredges of society. And ever so slowly The Triad grew. The remained hidden in the shadows, biding their time.

Fact turned into Rumor. Rumor turned into Tale. Tale turned into Myth. Myth turned into Legend. The stories of The Triad storming across the land, bedecked in their shiny armor and brandishing fearful technologies of war was only remembered by the people as a tale with which to scare young ones into bed.

But now the stars are falling again.

This time, no figure emerges from them. This time, there is no hero to save the land. This time, it was The Triad who found them first.

The Stars, covered in such mythical symbols as 'NASA' and 'US', and with even stranger pictures and iconography on them, are being horded by The Triad for their nefarious purposes.

No one can be sure what they are up to, but nothing good can come of it.
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-----Beastiary-----

The world of Aidenn is one inhabited by many stranged creatures. Some good, some not so good. All of them intelligent. All of them dangerous.

Fee Lyons: Small, cat-like creatures. The largest of them get to be about four feet tall, though they typically only reach to be three and a half feet tall. Coloring on their fur really can be anything that a 'house cat' here on Earth would have. Large eyes enable them to see fairly well in the dark. Have a fascination with ranged weaponry, and are absolutely paranoid.

Lupinians: Large, wolf-like creatures. Ussuasly stand to be six or seven feet tall. They're covered in a thick, shaggy fur that can be white, brown, black, and everything in between. Quick of both feet and mind, their sense of humor revolves around eating anything smaller and weaker than they are. I mean, they do that anyways, but...

Boarans: Short, hefty creatures. They don't have much in the ways of fur, though they have some thin, wiry hair all over their body. They're pretty good natured, though they aren't the brightest. Like to smash stuff with large, blunt objects.

Grazz: Large, brutish, and stupid. Think 'Troll' from Lord of the Rings. Are good at smashing things, and are used by everybody as oversized pack animals. Have never heard of 'toothpaste' or 'deoderant', and its advised you don't get caught underneath their feet. (Note: The Grazz are not playable)

Human: Your basic human. Aren't especially great in anything, but aren't that bad either. They have the knack of being exceptionally smart at developing things to kill others with. Some humans are in The Triad, but most aren't and hold alliances with the other species.
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-----Registration-----

Name: (Your name. This shouldn't be too hard)
Age: (How old your player is.)
Gender: Male/Female
Species: Pick from the Beastiary.
Description: (What you looks like)
Biography: (Short description of your life up to now)
Allegiance: I'll put this.
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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***You have 30 Points to spend***
Health: Endurance multiplied by 10.
Condition: Healthy (Your condition contains things like injuries, diseases, infections, etc. Whereas your Health shows how much longer you have until you die, Condition details the nature of your injuries.)
Strength: (How strong your character is: Determines blunt-weapons skills, carry-weight, hand to hand skill, etc)
Intelligence: (How smart your character is: Determines hands-on skills, like first-aid, how quickly they can learn about other creatures and enemies, their ability to tell when someone is lying, etc)
Agility: (How fast your character is: Determines dodge chances, fall damage, speed, jumping, swimming, and climbing skills, etc)
Charisma: (How well your character plays with others: Determines interactions with others, number of followers, likelihood of coup, how well they lie, intimidate, or inspire, etc.)
Perception: (How well your character notices the surroundings: Determines when they see/hear enemies, spot a danger from afar, find hidden compartments, etc)
Endurance: (How healthy and fit your character is: determines quickness of recovery from injury, likelihood of disease/infection, how long they can continue doing strenuous activities, etc.)
Skills: Pick two. See list below.
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Head: I'll put.
Torso: I'll put.
Left Arm: I'll put.
Right Arm: I'll put.
Left Leg: I'll put.
Right Leg: I'll put.
Hands: I'll put.
Feet: I'll put.
Primary Hand: Empty
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty
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-----Skills-----

Note: After your point distribution, if your Strength is 5, and a perk gives you +1 Strength, put [+1] next to the tab.

[i]No Bite: Looks can be decieving, as we all know. +1 Strength

The Rennaisance Man: You've read a few books. So what? +1 Intelligence

Candle-Stick Jack: You had to jump over the candle stick, didn't you. +1 Agility

All Bark: Plays well with others. +1 Charm

I-Spy: Atleast you don't have to wear glasses... +1 Perception

Nike: I can run marathons as well. Win them, too. +1 Endurance

Nepenthe: Pain is weakness leaving the body. +10 Health Points

Lottery Ticket: The affects of this shall remain secret. It might be good, it might be bad. Thats a risk you'll have to take.
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Enjoy.

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Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Realist often argue that, given the general scheme of things, that any action when examined at its core is pointless. Since all results are objective to those who view them, one could easily, with the correct mindset, see victory in even the most shattering of defeats. But, allow me to digress...

You fire at the wheels (-10 Rounds). You score a few hits, and cause one tire to flatten slightly. However, it does not seem to alter the vehicles path.

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
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Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
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Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

Another guy, slouched over in a corner, speaks for the first time. His voice is low, and oddly calm.

'Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye.'

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
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Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

You manage somehow to get out from under it. The disturbance stands up, and you use that moment to stab at it with your dagger.

A figure wearing a black, mesh suit with several matte plates materializes out of the air suddenly. Hes shaking slightly, and you notice the blue crackle of electricity dancing over him. Your hand goes numb.

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines



You and your accursed philosophy


Kay now at the driver

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Nomad

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

I look at him for a moment, prepare to speak, but don't. I won't let that guy ruin my fun! So I just shut up and wait for us to reach our destination .

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Its an armored vehicle; your rounds would do next to nothing to it. Are you sure you want to do that?

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

You pull your knife out of the man, for thats what it is, chest, and he crumples to the ground.

They don't call it 'Widow Maker' for nothing; hes dead. It seems that the suit can render the wearer invisible, though the damage it has sustained has rendered it inoperable in its current state.

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

He chuckles tohimself, and ignores you.

The driver yells out: '30 Seconds!'

Next post will begin the action. Anything else you want to do/know?

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16,287 posts
Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines


Oi vey no heavy weapons, APC's and running means death

I dunno I just shoot at the troops approaching

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Nomad

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

Just want to keep staring at him for a while. Serious, soul piercing staring action.

Nah, I'm good. Although you could give ma a basic description of my 'comrades' (unless they're not going to be of any importance).
Also, this might be my last post for the night.

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

Problem?

You begin to fire at the approaching troops (-10 Rounds). With a hiss, the rear door opens on the Battle Buggy, and troops begin to poor out of that as well.

Trololololo

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

They're all wearing armor similar to yours, and carrying various weapons. Not that important, I think.

A light on the ceiling of the Buggy flashes green, and you notice that you've stopped. The rear door opens, and everyone pours out. You follow them, and turn to face the Boaran encampment.

Ahead, you see the Boarans, running straight at you in their armor and weilding their stereotypical axes and such. Should be a turkey shoot.

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

You turn around, and see three Battle Buggys with Triad troops pouring out of them. Behind you, more Triad troops are advancing.

Between you and the Buggys stands a lone Fee Lyon, firing his weapon in every direction and generally looking utterly lost.

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines




I see what they are doing

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2,752 posts
Nomad

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

I sit at a fairly safe distance (a balance of "well behind the other troops*" and "close enough for clear shots&quot, and start thinning their ranks. I take my time and aim for vulnerable spots, shooting to kill (what parts does the armor leave uncovered, and how hard is it for my serpent's ammo to penetrate it? depending on the answers to these questions, priority is head->chest/arms->legs).
*I would assume there's some sort of "front line", even if that's comrpised of only a couple of Triad grunts with short range firearms.

I think I'd like to empty half my gun before you update me on the situation.

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6,800 posts
Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

-_-"

Its not like they're coming at you fully authorized to use deadly force and forbidden to show mercy and quarter. Nope, not at all.

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

You manage to sneak around undetected, no doubt because they're all staring at Hyne doing... Nothing.

You approach one from behind, and stab him in the neck. He falls back onto you, and his blood spews from the newley opened spigot in his neck.

You're now on the ground, with an increasingly bloody body on top of you. From what you can see of the other's feet, they're turning around to see what made the 'GRRAAAAAAKKKK...' sound.

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

Theres a sort of firing line as the formost Triad ranks, in which everyone is doing just as you are: shooting. You begin to take a few shots, though the Boarans are still far enough away to make placing accurate shots difficult. 300 yards, or so.

You see one of your Buggy... Buddies with a Bullpup next to you. He takes aim, locks onto a target, and... Promptly explodes.

Or rather, his weapon explodes. The rocket must have jammed or something... So you've got a wounded comrade, and a pressing enemy force. Joy!

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Nomad

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

"The hell?!"
It takes me a while to realize what happened, but as soon as I do, I quickly rush to their aid. I guess I have a small time window to offer first aid... out of thin air.
Anyway, I just check up on the guy/gal. What I do next depends on how much of them was gone in the explosion.

300 yards? Oh, I immediately got the picture of... a third of that or so. Perhaps even less.
Me no hurt? Hooray!

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines


Huh? I was just wondering if they really were fighting us

But I drop my gun and do whatever signal for surrender is

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6,800 posts
Peasant

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

You check out the fallen man's face. Its covered in burns, and the eyes are gone, his hair is gone, etc, etc. He's a mess. Theres a few small cuts and abbrasions from the shrapnel, but the biggest worry are the burns.

The Boarans are at 250 Yards, and closing fast. How they can run that fast in all their armor, I dunno.

Name: Allona Bacuth
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 2ft.; dark orange eyes; dark gray fur
Biography: Allona never believed the old tales...until the Triad returned. If they had been even stronger back then (and everyone agreed that they had been), the Fee Lyons then wouldn't have been able to beat them (the elders claimed that if it hadn't been for those idiots in the other races, Fee Lyons would've done just fine). She began to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in the stories after all. Allona's father and brother went to the war, and died. Allona then joined the military, to replace them as defenders of her aging mother.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 49/50
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 4 [+1]
Intelligence: 5 [+1]
Agility: 6 [=]
Charisma: 3 [-1]
Perception: 7
Endurance: 5
Skills: Candle-Stick Jack; The Renaissance Man
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: 'Widow Maker' Steel Dagger
Off Hand: Empty
Inventory[carried]: Empty

As you struggle to get out from under the body, one of the Triad members shoves his boot onto your throat, and begins to press down. You're being slowly strangled.

You notice a commotion off to the side. It would seem someone is trying to surrender.

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

You throw down your weapon, and stick your hands into the air in the universal symbol of surrender.

The Triad member closest to you swings his rifle at your head, and knocks you to the ground dazed. He continues to bash you with his rifle.

The fighting seems to be dieing down, with the Triad emerging victorious.

The Triad doesn't take prisoners. In a great irony, he's playing cat and mouse with you... XD

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Peasant

Name: Hyne Respin
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Fee Lyons
Description: 3'9', brown eyes, medium build, black hair down to the neck then tapers to a dark grey
Biography: Worked on a farm during his young years, Hyne would always carve small statuettes for sale at the local bazaar (his family was lower middle class), he joined the local militia/townguard/whatever to help make money at 18 and killed his first person at age 20, who was caught in a shootout. otherwise it was fairly uneventful, but for him it was exciting. after he left he returned to the farm after hearing his parents were dying of a disease and tried to pay for the medicine, but it ultimately killed his parents, to which he rejoined the militia and coldly went on life, holding in the pain and sadness. Unlike his older sister and younger two brothers, he didn't attend the funeral and from that point on he never saw any of them again.
Allegiance: Furklaw Tribe
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 37/40
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 5 [+1]
Intelligence: 7
Agility: 4 [-1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: Nike, Lottery Ticket
----------
Head: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Helmet [-1 Cha]
Torso: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Breastplate [-1 Agi, +1 Str]
Left Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Right Arm: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Sleeve
Left Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Right Leg: Mk. 1 'Legionare' Leggings
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: X3 'Needler' SMG (20/30)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x3 X-Generation Magazines

So I'm dead now, thanks

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Nomad

Name: Tegael
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Description:
Biography:
Allegiance: The Triad
Allies: None
Enemies: None
----------
Health: 30
Condition: Healthy
Strength: 2
Intelligence: 10 [+1]
Agility: 4 [+1]
Charisma: 5 [-1]
Perception: 6
Endurance: 3 [+1]
Skills: All Bark, The Rennaisance Man
----------
Head: Type-24 'Trojan' Helmet [-2 Cha]
Torso: Type-24 'Trojan' Breastplate [+1 End, +1 Agi]
Left Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Right Arm: Type-24 'Trojan' Sleeve
Left Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Right Leg: Type-24 'Trojan' Legging
Hands: Gloves
Feet: Boots
Primary Hand: M3 'Kobra' Low-Beam Rifle (20/20)
Off Hand: Occupied
Inventory[carried]: x4 M-Series Magazines

"What's your name?", I scream, fearing he may not be able to hear me. Or even answer.
I look around for anything that can help with those nasty burns, expecting to find absolutely nothing. Unless there's anything at all I can do to quickly tend to his more serious wounds (no ideas here), I go back to shooting me some Boaran meat, after I get his name. If it looks like he can't speak, or was plain deafened by the explosion, I don't waste time asking him over and over, and get back to what I was doing.

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