Khorne
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"I'm familiar with the Wolfgang", Eric simply said. "Heck, I've even met Ulric in the flesh", the Nord thought to himself but found it to be wiser to keep that thought only to himself now. "People always need someone to lead. Someone they can follow. There will always be sheep and wolves, those who rule and those who are ruled. Right now, it's the Houses that rule. If the Wolfgang wins, Ulric will rule. The game will not change, nor will its set of rules. Only thing that will change is who's at the top of the pyramid." "Frankly I don't really care much for either the Houses or Ulric's ideas. A benevolent king that wants nothing but the best for his underlings? Please. It's just a gimmick if you ask me." Eric stopped walking and looked at Boomingham. "I support me and I look what situation and what side can gain me the most. Perhaps the cards lay different for you, but right now, Ulric is the one I get to gain most from. The Bonapartes will perish and my fortunes will rise. I once heard someone compare chaos to a ladder. Ulric will bring chaos and then, ..., well my friend, I intend to climb this 'ladder' to the highest rung." He let out a soft chuckle. Steering his gaze away from Boomingham and starting to walk again, the Nord added: "I'm not one of those simpletons that merely want to watch the world burn. If I wanted the world to burn, it would solely be because I could then sell its ashes for a profit and become better of it myself."
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A sly grin crept unto Eric's face once more. The Nord was content with the swift crushing of his foes, even more so that he had gained some gold in the process. It truly had been a while since he last stole something... He picked up the Crystal Skull and examined it closely, but then shrugged. "Doesn't really look special to me. Plenty of skulls in the world." He then casually tossed the artifact to Boomingham. "You keep it for now". Loot distribution: Eric: Meat Lump, Bone, Ancient Bone Boomingham: Meat Lump, Bone, 70 gold Rex: Meat Lump
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Slightly annoyed, Eric gruffly grunted at Rex: "Why did you go and do that? I was about to take down one of these miscreants!" Eric attacks Beastman Warrior A, then Beastman Warrior B, from the front row, using Godricsleif. Battle order: Eric Eric Boomingham Rex
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In that case, Eric drinks a Mead first. He then proceeds to attack as planned originally.
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Really loving #136 so far, Purpearljellyblob. Great job .
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Eric grinned wickedly. "And that's how it's done, kitty-cats." Eyeing the mysterious creatures, he took out his trusty blade Godricsleif. He used a vial of Smelling Salts and prepared to attack. Eric uses Smelling Salts, then attacks Beastman Warrior A from the front row, using Godricsleif. Battle Order: Rex Eric Eric Boomingham
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Eric nodded. "Alright then. Let's do this." The (half-)party takes path C.
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For the record, I totally got the 20's look you were going for with the first hairpiece Kinto . The first thing to cross my mind was "Marlene Dietrich Karie". Then Leni Riefenstahl, which is perhaps less fitting considering her Nazi background... Still, the female wearing a suit and having short curly hair definitely said "1920's" to me. That being said, I do prefer Sandy's second version. It's more whimsical and fitting of a fantasy world .
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"A puzzle...", Eric said somewhat annoyed. He surveyed the paths that lay before him and said: "B is obviously the shortest route, but I wouldn't be surprised if that one is riddled with traps and whatnot. We could take C, chances are lower of finding traps there, but we'd have to break down a barricade and jump over a hole, which also makes us lose a lot of time. Any thoughts?"
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OOC: Alrighty, I'm back from my little trip! Sad to see CutCobra leave the Quest :sad_cry: . Thanks for posting Eric's actions, Zepher . Eric grinned. "If it were up to me, you'd only see me wreak carnage with my blade. There's not much honor to be gained by killing a foe from a distance. It's cowardly to stay back and not look your adversary in the eyes." The Nord cracked his knuckles and led the way towards the were-lions, his chest broad, back straight and chin up in an animalistic display of power and leadership. Every lion trouppe has to recognize its great. Its leader, its packmaster. "Let's show these cats who's in charge here."
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"Alright then, hit me with one of those brews you got, Rex," Eric said while spinning his head around, trying to loosen up his neck muscles. The Nord had some drinks of his own, but he was being too cheap and didn't want to spill them, just to take out a silly bird. "You search those drinks, I'll go fetch my Wings" Eric retrieves Silverfish Wings. OOC: I'll be away starting tomorrow until Wednesday. I doubt I'll have any internet, so Zepher can control Eric for the time being.
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"Argh, stupid bird. Get already!", Eric roared annoyedly and threw another of his SIlverfish Wings at the creature. Eric attacks the Bird from the front row.
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OOC: I thought I had used them both already, my mistake . Eric fiddled with the Silverfish wings, waiting to throw them again. Once he perceived a weak spot in the Bird of Paradise's defense, he grinned wildly and with a jerk of his arm, the razor sharp projectile found its way towards its victim. Eric throws Diseased Silverfish Wing at the Bird of Paradise (front row).
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Eric muttered annoyedly under his breath as he went to retrieve his Silverfish Wings. "Stupid throwing weapons. Not even close to a trusty blade." Eric retrieves the Silverfish Wings.
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I always take half damage, even when I fight in the front row, because of the Boots of Evasion. It's not even necessary to put Eric in the back row . "I'm more in favour of direct strikes. Throwing stuff at my adversaries isn't really my thing.", Eric snapped. Eric throws another Diseased Silverfish Wing.
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OOC: Wouldn't it be better if I also attacked one of the other Birds and Snakes instead of the Paradise one? I could do a lot more damage using Conspirator or Godricsleif. "Heh, these damned birds though. Almost as annoying as the boy-mage's whining."
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"Oh right," Eric simply said and tossed the key to the doctor. "I'll see you at the library later." Eric then joined Rex and Lawrence as they headed towards the Bog.
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Obviously the reason is that one's name is written with a 'C' and the other's with a 'K' . Totally different! Maybe it's because the characters themselves are very different and also the way their minifigures are built?
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Way back when the game first started, I used to mix up their names too. Probably because they both start with an 'A' and end in 'OR', with some 'T' thrown in . But that is now long gone, I know who they are now!
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Are those torsos and legs custom prints or are they decals? They look really good .
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OOC: So the bum at the sanctuary lied when he said I could make money off this ? While catching the key mid-air, Eric simply said: "I never lose sight of something precious." Seeing the other party members getting ready to leave, Eric prepared to leave the resort himself, as well. He winked at Goldie. "See you around, Goldilocks. Perhaps we'll meet again, who knows?" He then walked towards the others. Hearing Sarge's plan, Eric interfered. "Wouldn't it be better to have a healer in both teams? I suggest me and Boomingham go after one relic, while you and Peri join Heckz. Lawrence can both heal and hit hard, while you, Jon, are quite a heavy hitter by yourself, making up for Peri's lack of offensive skills. That way, both groups have fighters and healers."
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Great stuff there, thanks for posting! I'm not that heavy into the whole Chima stuff, but man, those concept drawings are amazing! I really like the Aztec/Meso-American vibe going on in the first iterations of the Chima characters. I like drawing and designing my own stuff, too, and these are definitely a great inspiration!
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OOC: Holy shit, you're right! It never occurred to me that'd be of use here. I thought there'd be another, more obvious, trade involving the perfume. For a split-second, Eric's face went blank. "You're right", he muttered and took out the perfume. "Let's see if this is fancy enough" The Nord went back to Goldie and offered her the perfume. "Would this happen to satisfy your needs? Or at least some of them...", Eric grinned.
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"Sharing is caring, though", Eric said as he got up. "I'll see what I can do about that perfume, love. Wouldn't want that bosom of yours to be bothered by that key any longer", Eric winked. He then strolled towards Boomingham and crouched next to him. Eric whispered, so only Lawrence could hear him. "I've located the key. All we need now is some perfume to make it ours." Eric nudged towards Goldie. "She has it." He then stood up again, his tall size blocking the sun and casting a shadow upon Lawrence. "Apparently there's also a way for us to make some money. So I'm leaving the resort to get both the perfume and make some money. Any idea where I might get some perfume, though?"
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She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie. ( ) "Oh, quite bossy are we, eh?", Eric grinned cheekily. "Very well then, Goldie. Allow me to introduce myself to your royal majesty. My name is Eric and I hail from the North." As Eric was preparing to weave a tale featuring mainly his own great exploits, a dash of arrogance and vanity, Periwinkle crept up and intervened. Not able to wipe the perpetual smirk of his face, Eric arrogantly raised his finger and pointed at her. He raised his eyebrow and merely replied: "But you did have a good night." Goldie's remark ricocheted off the Nord's vanity and thus he simply ignored her remark, instead opting for a more direct approach. Grinning widely as ever, Eric said in a flirty tone: "Between us three here, I'm sure there's plenty of entertainment we can come up with to make it a worthwhile and unforgettable night. I'll make you forget your dull life, for sure." Then, after Peri first intruded on Eric's conversation, Sarge also came over. Eric lowered his head and rolled his eyes. He then looked up at the old man and listened to what he had to say. In hushed tone, so only Sarge could hear him, Eric replies: "There's more at stake here than her bra, man. I'll see what I can do." "He's a connaissance of mine, yes. A tad brutish, both on the out- and inside," Eric smirked. "Sure there no other way for you to give up the key?"
