- TheNabster
- Apr 26, 2014
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"Today I will cause problems on purpose"
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Character Sheet posted:
Nameless, The Outsider
[What is home?]
[Is it where you lay your head to sleep? Is it where you are born? Is it where you choose to die? But when you have not been given that choice, it has been made for you is that home?]
[And where is home?]
[When you have been cast out because they dare not kill you lest they rise the ire of the people, but they seek to deny you your birthright. When they send you into the deep wastes far from home against your will, and all you have left is what you could carry, where is home then? 'The Emperor has decreed that the Crown Scion Sha'La'Shas'Kah shall hence forth be Nameless. If you wish to keep your life and those of your family then leave this place Nameless. You will go into the wastes and you will seek the great civilization of the Soft-Skinned people, and there you will remain as our envoy, and if thou wishes to rebel then your kith and kin will be slain in the darkness. This will be known, it has been made certain, leave Nameless our eyes are forever upon you.']
[May Shaarj eat their eyes! They slay my kin, they put my father to the sword, they tear his name out of the amber and they throw his last scion to the four winds to fend for himself. 'Ambassador to the great 'Meega Ceetee' of the soft-skinned people' they have declared me, that I have willingly given my rightful sovereignty to the throne to serve as the lap dog of a usurper but what may I do from this point? To resist them now at this point would see me die a lonely death far from home and the death of the rest of my family in shame, the knives of the usurper are always at my back, I can never truly escape them even here. Enemies in the dark have left me nothing but bones in this one's home of old, the Dread Wastes are a ghost of the past.]
[But here in this, 'Meegah Ceetee' the soft-skinned people are strong, their rulers have been kind to this Nameless one they have allowed this one to join their ranks of their great warrior caste of 'Hee-ros', paragons of justice, enemies of disorder. To escape the shame of my past, and to be offered a new future among these people has left me conflicted. If I choose this to be my home, then what does that make my lands of old?]
[To my smiling enemies, I will be the obedient servant for the false emperor in the homeland. But to my adopted home here, I shall become a 'Hee-ro', I shall grow in strength, I shall gather the allies from my new home and I shall prepare. And maybe one day, those who have banished me will regret the day they deigned to try and control the last son of Klaxxi. The fist of Shaarj will see them dashed on the rocks.]
quote:• Where do you come from?
[You may refer to it as The Dread Wastes, this one refers to it as The Radiant Empire of the Klaxxi. It has a reputation of being a blasted and inhospitable wasteland to most, and you would be mostly correct but hard circumstances breed harder people, and although the temporal shattering was not kind to our people we have survived and continue to thrive.]
[At least this is what one had assumed, this one was not aware of the petty power struggles that divided us until the day that everything this one knew was taken from me by usurpers. I am told they squabble over the throne even now in their moment of victory, it would be laughable if it didn't make one's blood boil.]
quote:• Why did you come to the Mega City Exclusion Area?
[When the Fiends from the Outside came, we have heard many troubling tales. Some attempted to fight them and did not succeed, some only had the option to run and hide, and others - Shaarj forbid - attempted to appease the broken things with sacrifices. And yet we have heard of only two places that have fought the Broken Things and won, the Klaxxi Empire and the soft-skinned 'Human' people in their steel fortress of 'Meegah Ceetee'.]
[The Usurper knows not what to think of beings such as these, they have no great army, no famous warlords, no subject nations and yet these fleshy beings with maybe one ounce of psionic potential across 100 'Humans', and their soft weak bodies have taken the greatest threat to have ever beset the empire and defeated it handily? So in order to force the rightful heir out of position and to learn more about these strange people with their 'Hee-ros' and huge hive structure they have sent me as Envoy to the great Klaxxi Empire]
Nameless spits
quote:• Why do you want to stay here (for now at least)?
[One does not have a choice in the matter the Usurper has me in his grasp. If I return now my family dies, if I run from my assigned post my family dies, if I do not obey my family dies. I am forced into an impossible situation and my only recourse is to keep one's head down and bide my time.]
[And yet this is not as much as a penance as I first assumed. When I had first arrived at the great walls of the 'Meegah Ceetee', the strange soft-skin people welcomed me. They have treated me, an outsider of no status here in this alien society as an equal. Kindness is not a commodity I am entirely used to, even in the glory days of the Empire the routine of day to day life was a harsh one of the strong battling the strong, perhaps there is more to these people then mere physical attributes supply.]
quote:• Why do your people want you to come home?
[Between the petty squabbling of Warlords causing untold damage to everything my father has built, and the Usurpers seeming inability to control them, choosing instead to scheme and plot against themselves, the People are crying out for salvation before these fools wreck everything I stand for, the dynasty that represented 1000 years of a strong and enlightened rule has been overturned by adventurers and replaced with a foundation of sand. In this world right now, the collapse of the empire might just mean not just the death of our nation, but the death of our people.]
[But one can't come back, not yet, not until one is strong enough to crush this false regime. This one is not ready to fight just yet, not whilst one is untested in combat.]
quote:• Why do you care about the team?
[My culture values strength, not merely the physical strength of the body, but strengths in other disciplines. My comrades in arms, they are strong in these ways, they are strong in other ways, and this one is starting to suspect that there is such thing as 'Strength of Heart'. This one is uncertain what this entails just yet, one would like to find out.]
quote:• What made you decide to become a hero? After that, why did you join the league, rather than staying unregistered?
[This one wishes to join the great warrior caste of heroes! It will elevate one's status in his new adopted society one is certain, and with this position comes the opportunity to test one's might against great beasts and fiendish villains. It is the perfect training, it is the perfect opportunity. This one will seize it with alacrity.]
quote:• What hero sponsored you to join the league's trials, if any? Or, did you take the hard route and stick it out on your own? If you did, what extra challenges did this throw up for you?
[In our culture, we do not have 'patronage' if you need someone else's help to stand, it is assumed your abilities are not sufficient. I set out to prove myself to these Humans on the merit of my training and royal education.]
[Those things did not matter however, when I ran into the immediate and somewhat mundane obstacle that one had considerable trouble with. Being unable to speak, read, or understand the language of the humans. This one found this small thing to be an immediate and pressing problem on entry, for although one's 'retainers' are capable of this feat this one was not. One had decided that one perhaps needed some assistance after all.]
[This is how one met the humanoid twins known as The Mercier Twins to assist one in this matter. The siblings between the two of them form one capable Omniglot. The 'brother' Roberto is capable of speaking all languages, even those that should not physically be possible to replicate on the human tongue but cannot understand meaning, whilst the 'sister' Marianne can read and instinctively understand all languages but cannot speak any but her native tongue. Between the two of them they were of great help in constructing the translator that one now wears around his neck in the company of the soft-skinned people. In return they have asked my assistance on their numerous 'archaeology' projects, for the 'Meegah Ceetee' is old, and the things it contains are many. They are some of the first companions I have made in the city.]
quote:• What's your mundane like life? What do you do in your free time?
[The path of Y'Sharrj, does not end when you leave the Dojo. This one must train his body and mind to ensure he remains in the perfect physical condition to crush his opponents. Although perhaps maybe, one allows oneself just a little bit indulgence of the soft-skinned people's entertainment customs, one is fascinated by it's range of foods, and the mall of many shopping places of which to purchase things, this is a concept that I have not seen before and would like to engage in.]
[But, I cannot forget why I am here, or what I intend to do.]
quote:• Of the four general categories of the league's trials, Physical, Mental, Practical Challenges, and Moral, which did you excel in? Which gave you difficulty? And for you, personally, what form did those challenges take? This will be gone into more detail in future questions, so don't feel like you have to be all encompassing here.
[The Physical challenge was of no consequence, the members of one's species are in possession considerable strength and stamina gained from the harsh circumstances of our upbringing, after all you do not survive out in the Dread Wastes if you are not at the peak physical fitness. And one has taken one's body and honed it into a finely tuned weapon of personalized destruction at the hands of the Monks of Y'Shaarj, so a routine of 100 Push-Ups, 100 Sit-Ups, 100 Squats, and a 10km run in in the span of one day were well within my abilities.]
[The Moral challenge confused me, I did not seem to get any of the questions correct even though I gave the right answers. A thief who steals from those in dire need is lower then the worms, is it not right to tear their arms off so they may never steal again? And a murderer is not blinded, crippled, and left in the deep desert to die even if he has committed the crime of crimes to his fellows? Nothing destroys the mutual trust in a tribe faster then a thief or a murder among the kith and kin, so we operate on the maximum amount of deterrent, with a minimal of re-offending.]
quote:• What zone are you from? Feel free to make up a new one or use one from the OP.
[After a long and arduous journey through the deepest wastes, this one had arrived within the boundries of the Ancient Metropolis Zone. And this is where one has chosen to stay whilst he resides in the lands of the Humans. For it is sufficiently tranquil and there are not many distractions to interrupt one's training.
[And... It reminds this one of his homeland, one feels out of place in the towering structures of metal and glass that are common place in many zones within the 'Meegah Ceetee', but this one has grown up around and has always preferred the simple homely comforts of walls of brick and floors of stone, it meets all of one's needs as an ascetic traveller. And it is within short walking distance of the store of many conveniences.]
quote:• (Optional) What's your character's theme song?
Guilty Gear Xrd REVELATOR OST - The Tuner (Kum Haehyun's Theme)
quote:• (Optional) What does your character do in the anime opening?
The previous scene is dented as a fist impacts on the frame, it is followed up by many more fists in rapid succession as the camera pans around, to reveal Nameless pummeling a rogue mining robot into scrap with his bare claws. When more drones drop behind him, he wrenches the rivets out of their fallen companions with his psionic powers and fires them towards the incoming mob, shredding them to pieces on impact. As more drones approach from off-screen, Nameless leaps towards the cameraman!
quote:• (Optional) Thread titles?
>Roll +Superior to Pose!
>Report Angst to your nearest moral officer
>Can we be heroes? Just for one day?
quote:
Hero Name: Nameless
Secret Identity: Sha'La'Shas'Kah
Mask: The Outsider
Look: Shifting, Animalistic Body, Bizarre Eyes, No Human Clothing, Your People's Uniform.
Abilities: You can fly, and you’re pretty tough. Choose any two of the following: Alien Weaponry Martial Arts, Telepathy and Mind Blasts.
Y'Shaarj, The Fist of the Dread Wastes: Psionic Power and physical strikes combined into a force that can break down even the staunchest defenses, the practitioner uses every advantage his physical and psionic strength can give to defeat his opponents utterly and decisively. The style has been modified slightly by Sha'La'Shas'Kah to allow for a practitioner with an extra set of limbs.
Labels:
Freak: +1
Danger: +0
Savior: +0
Superior: +2
Mundane: +0
Moves
❑ Belong in two worlds: You have the resources that come with your station. Whenever you contact your people, roll + Superior. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7-9, hold 2. On a miss, hold 1, but your people make an uncomfortable demand of you. Spend your hold 1 for 1 to:
- receive a useful piece of alien technology that will allow you to use any ability from another playbook once (choose the ability when you spend the hold).
- consult your people’s knowledge to ask the GM a question about the current situation.
- clear a condition through the comfort of contact with your home.
❑ Alien ways: Whenever you openly disregard or undermine an important Earth custom in favor of one of your own people’s customs, shift Superior up and any other Label down.
❑ Not so different after all: When you talk about your home, roll + Freak. On a 10+, choose two. On a 7-9, choose one. During the conversation, you:
- confess a flaw of your home; add 1 Team to the pool
- mislead them about your home; take Influence over them
- describe the glories of your home; clear a condition
On a miss, you inadvertently reveal more about yourself than you planned; tell them a secret or vulnerability you haven’t shared with Earthlings before now.
Team Moves
When you share a triumphant celebration with someone, take Influence over them if you show them meaningful affection, physical or emotional. They decide if it’s meaningful.
When you share a vulnerability or weakness with someone, they tell you what you should do to fit in more. Take +1 forward to do it, and mark potential if you do.
When our team first came together…
We didn’t trust each other at first, but that changed. How? Why?
Relationships
You’ve been learning about Earth by spending time with _____________.
You have a crush on ________________ but you keep it under wraps.
Influence
Choose your demeanor: haughty or cheerful.
If you’re haughty, you think you’re better than them. Give no one Influence.
Round 2 Questions posted:
Animasks: Truth and Love Prevail Over All Edition
Questions: Round 1!
Everyone: What's a really cool place you've seen, on your travels?
[Shambali's Grey Market in the Ancient Metropolis Zone is a place this one is informed is that will exist in a location that lies on the crossroads between many different planes. The reason for it's existence is simple, the procurement and sale of substances gained from outside of the walls of the 'Meegah Ceetee' is not something that is wholly 'illegal' as such, but nor is it looked upon particularly favorably especially within the more higher class zones. So it has ended up on the far outskirts hidden from view but not entirely difficult to find. Recently however, the area has seen increased security presence after a number of incidents involving dangerous artifacts that were thought to have been brought into the city itself through the Grey Market. As it is right now, the ruling caste of the Meegah Ceetee tolerate it's continued existence.]
Who's a special non-hero/villain that's nonetheless still important, even if just to you?[/b]
[And'Zel'Ia, is a member of the noble caste who was one of the members of the party dispatched with this one to the Meegah Ceetee with some of the more disagreeable members of the Usurper's arm. Unlike my 'guard escort' they have remained loyal to this one in my extremis, even though this one is no longer of the emperor caste thanks to the machinations of the Usurper. In practice they are the one who maintains dignitary functions within our embassy, when this one is otherwise occupied with one's Hee-Ro duties and this is a role that they have served well in. For one thing, they actually remembered to learn the language first before attempting to interact with the human population at large, and as such has adopted their customs in order to put them at their ease.]
Nameless: What old thing from home are you slowly running out of , that you can't imagine living without?
[I am sadly running out of the ingredients to make Klaak* and I am having issues acquiring the necessary ingredients even within the Grey Market. When one was but a larvae my hive matriarch used to brew refreshing Klaak for one before one's morning lessons, for there is nothing like a refreshing bowl of Klaak to start one's day off right, put the pep in one's step and fill one with all the zip, zing and vinegar to continue the day forward, and possibly the afternoon also. One has tried to substitute it with the human equivalent of 'Coffee' but it is just not the same.]
*A mixture of desert flower petals, wild herbal ingredients and natural extracts stewed in boiling water and served in a pewter bowl. A drink that would be very refreshing for humans, were it not for the fact that the desert flowers are incredibly poisonous if not prepared right, the wild spices and herbs are powerful hallucinogenics, and the natural extracts are from of the glands of various incredibly venomous insects and lizards. It was the kind of drink served to members of the hunt, that would allow them to wake from an early morning call to hunt, and be ready for combat the myriad beasts of the Dread Wastes in less then a minute.
To the Klaaxi, it is a refreshing morning beverage even better then a strong coffee to get the day started, to a human consumption may result in unfortunate side effects unless consumed in small amounts.
What do you think a Hee-ro is?
[A Hee-Ro, is a pillar of strength that draws all towards it, a Hee-Ro is a warrior of great power, a Hee-ro can face down even the most dangerous of enemies to protect what is theirs. To become a Hee-Ro it seems is the human equivalent of becoming an Immortal]
[From the dark ages of the empire, after the shattering of worlds had brought the old order of kings to it's knees and left the descendants fighting among-st themselves it was the First Emperor who reunited the scattered tribes into one wholly united front that had allowed us to stop running from the Outer Fiends, and drive them back into the void. And he accomplished this with mere 12 warriors. Immortals they were called, and they were without any peer the Klaaxi's finest. For to have been named an Immortal is to have achieved one thing, it means that you had fought against a broken thing in single combat and won. This was before we had properly developed our technology and our tactics against them, when all you may have had to hand is what ever weapons you could have created from the landscape and with them achieved what was thought to be an impossible feat.]
[To have survived an encounter with a Broken Thing is to be lauded, to have defeated one as a group is to be celebrated. But to have defeated one by yourself is to become a person of legend. And it is the descendants of the First Emperor, and the 12 Immortals that rode with him who all collective form the ruling class of the entire Klaaxi empire. And it is from the lineage of The First Emperor that my family had descended from for thousands of years ruling fairly, ruling justly. And then... And then...]
How did it feel, not even knowing the coup was coming until it happened?
Nameless gives the questioner a stare of a thousand yards. This was not the right question to ask, this was not the right question to ask at all. Nameless looks absolutely wretched.
[What do you wish for me to say? What answer can I possibly give that would describe the feeling, to have utterly failed to protect what was mine, to have lost the battle before I even knew there was one, to hold your dying father and know 'I did nothing to stop this'. To lose everything, and know that there was absolutely nothing you could have done to prevent this.]
[There are no words. There are no words to describe this, the mere thought causes my powers to flare dangerously. I have kept a lid on it so far, but one would ask you sincerely not to bring it up right now. And one will only ask once.]
Who of the soft-skins has treated you the best, and which has given you a dire insult?
[When I had first come to the city I had felt hopeless, bereft of purpose, I had just lost everything and my future looked bleak. And then this one had met the small humanoid Lil Bub. 'Why don't you try out as a hero?' He had said to this one, 'you wanted to protect people right? You can protect lots of people when you're a hero! And, It might be better for you then getting all wound up over what happened and never moving past it.' That little nervous speech was the moment of clarity one was so desperately seeking.
[This one had lost everything, taken by adventurers and traitors who would assume that this one would roll over and accept defeat, but if one gave up now, a descendant of the First Emperor conceding in the face of his greatest trail, then I would bringing even greater shame upon one's noble lineage. So I channeled my anger into becoming a Hee-ro, threw myself into studies and training to become the 'Hee-Ro' my people needed. Those noble houses would spit on the memory of the Immortals with this betrayal? They will be reminded as to why those warriors swore allegiance to the Emperor in the first place.]
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[My negative experiences with the softskins have been few and far between, one suspects this might have something to do with how one is a head taller then most humans and well developed from a life of martial training, to the point that he can bench press many times his own weight. Most humans understand this fact and afford me reasonable space, but most humans are not Titus. The humanoid Titus appears to be a humanoid with the characteristics of a statue from an ancient human culture, towering, imposing, made of a substance harder then regular stone. This affords him a level of durability that not even my honed body could touch, his lineage is supposedly of a God's, and he dared to insult the lineage of my forefathers as a result.]
[I do believe the exact words were 'Can one even compare a king of bugs to a god of men, an emperor of worms to a sovereign of kings?' It was a fortunate that his compatriot was an empath, he felt this ones desire to claw his eyes out and diplomatically intervened.]
[To have your culture and history be so callously dismissed in such a manner, it struck at the very core.]
What do you think about pizza?
[Oh Pizza! Yes, of all the human foods that this one has tried during his tenure within the Meegah Ceetee, the human delicacy of the pizza has fascinated this one most of all. One had been raised for the longest time on a diet of simple meats and rice, but how does one describe the sharp taste of cheese the robust smell of tomatoes and the delicate softness of bread, when combined all together with many toppings of choice! It is as if an artisan had taken the best components of many foods and combined them into one, concentrated dish. To eat the pizza of cheese with the shavings of meat is an experience to savor, and that this ambrosia can be delivered to almost every part of the Meegah Ceetee within a moment's notice for a price that even the regular humans can afford it? It is a blessing from Shaarj to be sure!]
Round 2 Questions posted:
Animasks, Rubies are not crush edition
Questions: Round 2, Part 1
Everyone: What's the most important part of being a hero?
[One would assume the most important part, is that you cannot surrender to the darkness. Even if you know that the situation is grave and this battle may be your last, even when you are on your last legs against a dangerous foe, even when all seems lost you must fight on. For there is no greater shame then a Hee-ro who turns his back on his duty when he is needed the most, for the Hee-ros of the Meegah Ceetee are the first and last line of defense against the things that seek to destroy it and if they fail utterly what is left? To fail after you have done everything you could is a tragedy, but to willingly turn your back on the people under your protection because you just didn't try? There can be no greater disgrace.]
What's your favorite anime? (Could be a real IRL anime or a fake one- preferably the latter, though.)
[Anime is, something this one is not used to seeing, stories passed down through oral tradition and inscribed on scrolls is one thing but pictures to convey a story is rather novel. But one has been very interested of a series known as The God Hand for it seems rather similar to the early legends of the First Emperor.]
[It revolves around a warrior of unmatched power residing in a world after a terrible war, where all order has broken down and cruel and vicious warlords pray on the weak and frightened, but The Lone Warrior stands for the people who cannot stand for themselves, and brings justice to an unjust world. It seems to involve a lot of exaggeratedly evil humans with strange powers being hit very hard until they inadvertently explode, but between these tails of bad things happening to bad people there are powerful warriors who at first seek to fight the lone warrior, but later join him. I am only partially way through the first 'volume' but it is already rather interesting.]
Optional: How do you feel about cute girls and cute boys?
[What is a 'cute'? Is it another human foodstuff?]
Nameless: What's your Ｆｉｎａｌ Ｔｅｃｈｎｉｑｕｅ？
Nameless squints their eyes at the questioner. [I'm not supposed to tell people outside of the order information of that nature human, it's strictly forbidden.]
But in order to actually answer this question, the narrator will step outside of the narrative, and do that explaining for them.
The Fist of Y'Shaarj is a hard path of mental and physical perfection similar to what the First Emperor went through in order to unite the scattered kingdoms under one banner. And one must understand that to his people the first emperor was not merely a famous emperor, he was a god-emperor, a mythical figure, and in his twilight years it was said he had developed his style to such a point that it went past the realm of the physical and mental, and into the realm of the spiritual; the conceptual, the realm of deities and within that study had developed one technique.
What it is called in Nameless' own tongue is extremely complicated, but the rough translation is 'The Final Answer, the Summation of the Earth and the Heavens in the Perfected Flower of Y'Shaarj', for the Emperor had accomplished a feat that to this day no one within the empire, even among-st it's most powerful Immortals and respected martial artists has ever achieved since.
A blow that could literally change reality. And with this the Emperor strode out to the very edges of his empire, and against an army of ten thousand Broken Things, reduced them to dust and ascended to godhood himself. Today, even those within the inner sanctum of the monastery of Y'Shaarj are not entirely certain the story was true, however, the efforts of some of the strongest of their number had come close to perfecting blows that whilst not changing reality could do near miraculous feats all by themselves. Nameless doesn't even know when to start to come anywhere close to this level of skill however, so he will stick to just hitting people and blasting them with mind bullets.
Which of your entourage isn't even hiding the fact that they're a plant?
[The Usurper's are not fools, they would not send me to a foreign land as their envoy if they didn't have a contingency plan in case of, 'disobedience'. And they were not so complacent enough to send just one plant, they are aware even in their arrogance that this one has the blood of the First Emperor in his veins, to send just one assassin that may be defeated would be folly. They sent two, scions from the current council of Immortals to watch this one's actions carefully.]
[Cou'Cul'Lain, a being barely short of a raging beast, but the rage of the beast has been tempered with martial skill in Blades of C'Than to create a berserker of dangerous ability. Compared to the Y'Shaarj it uses the psionic energies of the mind to slice and pierce rather then bruise and batter, Cou'Cul'Lain towers over this one in stature, and in raw strength and they know this. They hold this one in unveiled contempt, and one would suspect that were it not for the orders given, they would have gleefully slaughtered this one a long time ago for mere sport.
[They descend from from the the Immortal known as The Fury who once was mere drone that had grown to unnatural size and strength. When a Broken Thing attacked his village, they set about it with maw and claw regardless of the consequences, and later they were found by the Emperor within the remains of a Broken Thing they had torn apart in a state of uncontrolled rage. It took the Emperor defeating them in combat to bring them to their senses and this was not a mean feat for although unskilled The Fury was supernaturally strong for a Klaxxi. When other Immortals resorted to cunning, and others to pure martial skill, The Fury defeated the Broken Things through pure brute force, their fists could shake the earth, and their rage was said to sear the flesh off of the bones of any who strayed too close. Off of the battlefield he was said to be a slow and gentle giant, but when needed could enter a state of Warp Spasm that even made the mindless Broken Things flee before him.]
[Nyx'Ner'Rhub, is the polar opposite of Cou'Cul'Lain. Cold, calculating, emotionless, whilst his compatriot roars in plain sight with all the subtlety and guile of an erupting volcano, Nyx'Ner'Rhub prefers to lurk in the shadows within the thoughts of his prey and strike at their moment of hesitation. They are a member of the Saronites, cultists in possession of dangerous psionic ability and unbending malice, for whilst the Blades may cut and the Fists may break the black arts of the Saronites are said to attack the mind itself, reducing their victims to burnt out husks, physically alive but with a broken mind.]
[Such cruel and unusual arts came from the immortal known as The Nemesis, a mad and deranged lunatic it was said, thrown out into the deepest wastes with no eyes for heinous crimes against his tribe, but they received whispers from the god Saron-Sothoth and was changed by the experience into a psionic horror that stalked the wastes in search of 'converts' for their new found god, and after they had hunted down and slain a Broken Thing that evaded even psionic detection was sought out by the Emperor to join his growing army. The Emperor had wandered the desert for days on end seeking out this dangerous being, and The Nemesis in kind sought out this brazen madman who would seek an audience with such as they and when they met, the battle between minds was said to have melted the sand surrounding them in a cataclysmic display until they had both awoken on a towering spire of twisted desert glass, The Nemesis swore allegiance to the Emperor right there and then. Ironically this one supposes, he was one of the First Emperors most stalwart supporters.]
What concept do you have from home that humans don't have a word for?
[The philosophy of the empire, is the idea of Hansho. It is the concept that regardless of your station, whether you are a meager one name drone, or possess the full five names of the Emperor himself, that one must strive for perfection in every day life, for to perfect your work is to achieve worth, and to achieve worth is to be recognized among-st your peers. Pride, is not a sin, should the not craftsman take pride in his work? the general in his army? The worker on a job well done?]
[There is no action more worthy then the mastery of your chosen path, and there is no greater tragedy then a being who does not achieve his full potential. Our culture has developed this way for a variety of reasons, the desire to survive in a harsh landscape, the innate desire to build a better life for your kith and kin, but one thinks the most important one is that the life span of the Klaaxi is normally much shorter then that of a humans. We age to maturity much faster then humans yes, but the average lifespan of a healthy Klaaxi is around 30-40 years, so all Klaaxi strive as hard as they can in the little time they have available. And those who truly achieve excellency are elevated through the caste system, ensuring that not only do they rise in society but their descendants as well, there are a number of noble and respected three name scions who owe their prosperity to the hard work and dedication to fathers and grand-fathers with mere single names.]
So, you're all alone, here. you've got your buddies from home, but they can only help so much, and you've got to become a hee-ro. There are Immortals here too, by your count, a good drat deal of the heroes- are they /better/ than your people? Are they luckier, are they tougher, more creative?
[Better? No, better is not the correct word one thinks. Different maybe, I have seen the city many of the Hee-ros owe their powers to different sources; magic, gods, technology, psionics, even extreme athletic capability and skill with weapons has presented an extremely versatile breed of warrior. But the average human is fairly unimpressive compared to the Hee-ro caste, and this is because they are not required to combat the Broken Things, that is left entirely to the Hee-ros to do, and the Hee-ros of this city are many and so this is how the people of the Meegah Ceetee have developed in their fight against the Broken Things, from where this one stands.]
[But for us, the emergence of the Immortals during the age of strife was a once in a lifetime thing, developed as a result of extreme times causing for the desperate heroism required to unite the empire under one banner. But today we've changed our tactics, for whilst a Hee-ro may be stronger then the average Klaaxi, the average Klaaxi is far stronger then the average human, in physical strength and psionic potential. So our tactics have been built around the notion that very few Klaaxi will ever become Immortals, and now rather then the use of singular mighty warriors fighting in small groups, we've resorted to well-trained but mundane (by our standards anyway) warriors fighting in large groups, it appears to have worked well for us so far.]
Why do you think they've been able to do better than your own people against the Broken?
[This is something one can be more certain about, for the answer is simple. They have the technology, they have the resources, and they were wholly united against the threat that was out to destroy them. The First Emperor had to unite the warring states together before he could combat the Broken Things directly, and even then had access only to what I assume to humans would be 'medieval technology'. We have been making further strides since those days, but compared to the 'Meegah Ceetee?' We are very much behind and it is hoped by the Usurper that one may inform them about the technology of the humans]
[But this one is very uncertain that the intentions of the Usurpers are entirely based from altruism, and so this one has been 'dragging one's feet' as it were, with handing some of the more advanced technology over to them. ]
TheNabster fucked around with this message at 19:32 on Aug 28, 2016
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