Legends Unbound. (Adventure in the Trojan Saga and Try to Survive.)
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Magoose
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Let's just say that Perseus had another child.
And I will say this…
We be of both Achaean and Trojan blood meaning one very important thing… that is why the fates can't control us.
We are near the top echelon of a mortal soldier.
Meaning we can say… beat the shit out of most people but against gods, some monsters and other heroes we might as well be a mook in a dynasty warrior game
Is our momma Amalthea?!? Nymph/Naiad of Crete, Goat-Goddess, Foster-mother/nurse of Zeus, the constellation Capra.
Also found this:
Amalthea is one of if not the reddest object in the solar system and it appears to give out more heat than it receives from the sun. This may be because, as it orbits within Jupiter's powerful magnetic field, electric currents are included in the moon's core. Alternatively, the heat could be from tidal stresses.
Magoose
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No. She's named after her sure and I'm going to use a different name to not confuse the two but no.
That is all I will say.
Vote closed
Book 0: Sparring
Magoose
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Book 0: Sparring
-[X] Spear and shield.
-[X] Write in: keep your distance with your father, your foremost advantage with a spear is the nimbleness and reach it grants you, be light on your toes and thrust your spear at him. When he defends quickly change your position and attack him at another angle continually (High-low and horizontaly). During your attack also try to misdirect your father with false thrusts of your spear to open up his defense.If your father does end up closing the distance despite your efforts fight dirty, bash him with your sheild, kick dust and dirt up in the air to disoriented him and use your spear to choke him.
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You put the helmet on and walked over to the spear and shield. The Sheath was empty, without the sword that could be placed there. Father had put it away or left it at home. As you took a moment to strap on the shield, you asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Your father said as he he twirled the sword in his hand, and balanced it on his fingers like he always does before he threw it up and caught the hilt.
"That's not an answer." You replied as you stood ready, watching your father closely. You had the distance, and with his swords that would require him to get close to get any sort of strike.
"Well get used to me playing coy." He replied as he stood ready. "BEGIN!"
Follow the Plan:D20 => 18+4=22 vs D20 => 4+5=9
You thrust with the spear, keeping the shield close. As you thrust at his shield, keeping him at his distance, you began to circle to get to another angle.
"Good, you're using the length of the spear as your advantage, keeping me away!" He said as he smiled. It was hard to maintain a glance at him, as he was trying to stay right out and away, keeping you in the blind spots.
Recognition: D20 + 4 => 17 vs D20 + 5 => 25
"Good keep moving, maintain your sight in battle, maintain focus!" He then did something that you didn't notice. Shield up, he pushed to knock you off your feet, and while you did not fall, you leaned forward on your shield. "But don't get fixated on one tactic. Keep your mind open!"
He then tried to stomp your feet, and you pushed on the shield, avoiding his stomps. "Do not let me win."
One Last Card: D20 + 4 => 16 vsD20 + 5 => 12
You had one last card to play, your spear was not just a thrusting instrument, so you moved, and sidestepped. Your spear was soon around…
And then you kicked up dirt, causing your father to look away for a moment, and you were behind the spear around his chest and going round his neck.
Victory?: D20 + 4 => 9 vs D20 + 5 => 25
"I win!" You proclaimed.
"Did you?" Your father said, and then you saw his sword, under his arm, pointed directly at your heart.
"You-" you stammered.
"You sacrificed defense to gain the upper hand. Had I not paid attention to your shield and your footwork… you might have been able to pull that move off." He said as you let go, and you sighed.
"A Good showing, but you still have much to learn." He said.
"I've learned everything I could from you. And that still wasn't enough."
Your father smiled. "And for anyone else, they would be proclaimed great warriors for that. And I taught you well. But you are young and brash thinking your tricks can win… and they might, but not against another experienced opponent."
You frowned as he put his hand on your shoulder. "Still, you did well."
"Yeah, but I'll be working in the fields all by myself now."
"Well, you did make that wager." Your father smiled as he took the shield off your arm, and the spear. "I'm taking the cart home. I'm expecting you to finish by dinner. Your mother has some of those nice berry pies that she wanted to make and I think she got the recipe right."
"Aww." You groaned. "Berry pies."
"So finish up, and maybe there will still be one by the time you get back." He said as he put his weapons down on the cart and began pulling it.
"Father… why didn't you have any spoils in the last war, when you were fighting the Hittites and their Cretian allies? Everyone claims you and the King were great warriors who won the day."
Father smiled. "I did get many spoils. It's how I met your mother. It's why you still honor her by carrying her name and island instead of Troy."
"Now get to it boy, the fields won't tend to themselves."
And he left, and you sighed, as you looked to your tools and prepared.
How will you do this:
[]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.
[]Rush: You are getting to that pie while it's still warm.
[]Wander about A Day without you tending the fields will not end in disaster.
[]Write in
-[X] Spear and shield.
-[X] Write in: keep your distance with your father, your foremost advantage with a spear is the nimbleness and reach it grants you, be light on your toes and thrust your spear at him. When he defends quickly change your position and attack him at another angle continually (High-low and horizontaly). During your attack also try to misdirect your father with false thrusts of your spear to open up his defense.If your father does end up closing the distance despite your efforts fight dirty, bash him with your sheild, kick dust and dirt up in the air to disoriented him and use your spear to choke him.
--------------------------------
You put the helmet on and walked over to the spear and shield. The Sheath was empty, without the sword that could be placed there. Father had put it away or left it at home. As you took a moment to strap on the shield, you asked. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Your father said as he he twirled the sword in his hand, and balanced it on his fingers like he always does before he threw it up and caught the hilt.
"That's not an answer." You replied as you stood ready, watching your father closely. You had the distance, and with his swords that would require him to get close to get any sort of strike.
"Well get used to me playing coy." He replied as he stood ready. "BEGIN!"
Follow the Plan:D20 => 18+4=22 vs D20 => 4+5=9
You thrust with the spear, keeping the shield close. As you thrust at his shield, keeping him at his distance, you began to circle to get to another angle.
"Good, you're using the length of the spear as your advantage, keeping me away!" He said as he smiled. It was hard to maintain a glance at him, as he was trying to stay right out and away, keeping you in the blind spots.
Recognition: D20 + 4 => 17 vs D20 + 5 => 25
"Good keep moving, maintain your sight in battle, maintain focus!" He then did something that you didn't notice. Shield up, he pushed to knock you off your feet, and while you did not fall, you leaned forward on your shield. "But don't get fixated on one tactic. Keep your mind open!"
He then tried to stomp your feet, and you pushed on the shield, avoiding his stomps. "Do not let me win."
One Last Card: D20 + 4 => 16 vsD20 + 5 => 12
You had one last card to play, your spear was not just a thrusting instrument, so you moved, and sidestepped. Your spear was soon around…
And then you kicked up dirt, causing your father to look away for a moment, and you were behind the spear around his chest and going round his neck.
Victory?: D20 + 4 => 9 vs D20 + 5 => 25
"I win!" You proclaimed.
"Did you?" Your father said, and then you saw his sword, under his arm, pointed directly at your heart.
"You-" you stammered.
"You sacrificed defense to gain the upper hand. Had I not paid attention to your shield and your footwork… you might have been able to pull that move off." He said as you let go, and you sighed.
"A Good showing, but you still have much to learn." He said.
"I've learned everything I could from you. And that still wasn't enough."
Your father smiled. "And for anyone else, they would be proclaimed great warriors for that. And I taught you well. But you are young and brash thinking your tricks can win… and they might, but not against another experienced opponent."
You frowned as he put his hand on your shoulder. "Still, you did well."
"Yeah, but I'll be working in the fields all by myself now."
"Well, you did make that wager." Your father smiled as he took the shield off your arm, and the spear. "I'm taking the cart home. I'm expecting you to finish by dinner. Your mother has some of those nice berry pies that she wanted to make and I think she got the recipe right."
"Aww." You groaned. "Berry pies."
"So finish up, and maybe there will still be one by the time you get back." He said as he put his weapons down on the cart and began pulling it.
"Father… why didn't you have any spoils in the last war, when you were fighting the Hittites and their Cretian allies? Everyone claims you and the King were great warriors who won the day."
Father smiled. "I did get many spoils. It's how I met your mother. It's why you still honor her by carrying her name and island instead of Troy."
"Now get to it boy, the fields won't tend to themselves."
And he left, and you sighed, as you looked to your tools and prepared.
How will you do this:
[]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.
[]Rush: You are getting to that pie while it's still warm.
[]Wander about A Day without you tending the fields will not end in disaster.
[]Write in
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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[X]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.
The sooner the wheat is taken care of, the sooner we can plant potatoes!
The sooner the wheat is taken care of, the sooner we can plant potatoes!
- Location
- Second French Empire
Damn pops was prepared for that 😂
Magoose
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He's got max stats on fighting.
He cut his teeth fighting a lot of Troys enemies before we were born.
Dadblade rolled a crit... Twice. We have a large sandals to fill
- Location
- Second French Empire
[X]Rush: You are getting to that pie while it's still warm.
The take your time option is raising too many flags for me, I'd rather we rush and try to not have a tragic prolouge
The take your time option is raising too many flags for me, I'd rather we rush and try to not have a tragic prolouge
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Damm, he built different. But that's probably the reason Theo's mother fell for him
Magoose
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Well there is the obvious that he was a badass.
Also... other reasons. that will eventually become available for you to learn later.
if you survive what is to come.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
[X]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.
Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
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Considering IRL Technodad, it makes sense.
You know what... let's not risk it.
[X]Rush: You are getting to that pie while it's still warm.
- Location
- Second French Empire
... I'll take that foreboding tone as you as having the utmost faith in our abilities(luck)
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- Second French Empire
Imma try to cook up an image of what Theos father might look like
Magoose
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I wanna see it.
- Location
- Second French Empire
I'll post as soon as I think the image is presentable
[X]Rush: You are getting to that pie while it's still warm.
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- Zack
[X] Write in: so hard labor means free exercise, get to training
[X]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.
[X]Take your time: Father won't be expecting you till nightfall. So might as well keep to the fields and hope nothing happens.