Slaiv

ooc>KOTOR, Nice! Better watch out for Bioware. :shifty: Slaiv sets someone to watch out for activity in Washington, and travels to Germany to start his business...... Upon his arrival, he travels to Berlin.... Once their, he gets the required licenses and permits to begin a large Medical Firm. Several months later..... Business is booming, and Slaiv enters the world of Politics...... NOTE: The following has been translated using an online translator, because I do not know enough German to write this much. Therefore, parts of it are bound to be inaccurate and I exempt myself from any offense taken by accidental causes. Slaiv's introductory speech: "Meine Gefährtedeutschen: Ich habe entschieden, die Welt der Politik zu betreten. Lang hat meine Firma zur Verfügung stellte die Nutzen für die Gesundheit und sich interessiert Sie Notwendigkeit. Ich habe entschieden, daß ich ein Nutzen zu diesem Land werden kann, indem ich Politik eintrage. Wer folgt mir, und ist zu unserer Ursache loyal?" Translated Version: "My fellow Germans: I have decided to enter the world of Politics. Long has my company provided the health benefits and care you need. I have decided that I can become a benefit to this country by entering Politics. Who will follow me, and be loyal to our cause?" Slaiv recognises that he has influenced nearly all of Germany with his actions, and has developed a special, close ring of friends and followers...

yeah....I guess we do whatevr we want..I joined with Mojlnir but I still have no Idead what to do.

ooc> That doesn't make any sense........ :huh: Slaiv travels to the airport and boards the plane. 6 hours later, Slaiv arrives at BWI. He leaves the airport with his things, and travels to downtown DC in his Audi LeMans. Slaiv calls Mojlnir: "I'm in DC, haven't found anything."

ooc>its muscle :D LEt's just say he dropped to 245, suddenly [He's basically an Immortal [a god], right?] "I'll stay. I need to know what I'm doing before I can do it." Slaiv unloads all of the ammuntion from his weapons, except for the 454 Cassuls holstered on his chest, and pockets it. "Can't be too sure. Always gotta be ready," Slaiv says as he reveals the loaded Cassuls.

"Agreed. I intend to run my own organization seperately, but it will not interfere with this in any way." "Excellent." "You may proceed with the meeting...." ooc>I'm only 6'4, is this so much of a giant :huh: ?

Slaiv enters the mortal realm.... Slaiv now appears as a 6'4" German Man, weighing 281, with semi-long black hair, with a Dark crimson streak running down the front. He is wearing a black suit, with a black shirt underneath. He has a white necktie on.... He enters, driving in a black sportscar with tinted windows. [Looks something like this, only black.] Slaiv travels to Washington, having heard that the President and Vice have been assassinated. He overhears a few guards talking: "Hey, did you hear about the situation in Seattle?" "No." "Apparently, a plane there threatened the tower....." Slaiv, realising that this could be someone from the other realm entering, he travels to Seattle... Upon his arrival, Slaiv sees a group of black suburbans driving down the street.... Not knowing whether it is friend or foe, but recognising from the feeling he has that it is some creature not of this realm, Slaiv loads two 454 Cassuls [the pistols are 454 Cassuls]and places them into suspender/chest holsters, as well as several clips of ammunition. He then straps a few N.P. grenades to his waist. He locks a clip into an M4A1 with a Heckler and Koch AC-G Grenade launcher installed on the MIL-STD-1913 rail and slides the gun around his shoulder [on a shoulder strap.] He walks up to the now parked suburbans, and knocks on one of the windows.... "Yes?" Slaiv instantly recognises the voice as one of Shin's [and therefore his] allies, Mojlnir. "Let me speak to Mojlnir." The driver realises that it must be someone important, if they know Mojlnir's name. "Mojlnir- it is Slaiv, one of Shinjioh's allies. I wish to travel and work with you on this planet and in this realm. We have started over, but I still wish to remain true to the alliances of old...." EDIT: The MODs changed the pic of the 454 Cassul to a pic of Barney :blink: i changed it, hopefully this one is acceptable by the forum standards :huh:

"Shin, as your follower, I must tell you of my path. I am to return to the Mortal realm. I will find a way to return to this place, be it in life or death........" Slaiv exits on his mount...

"Nope, never heard of it. [if that's what you want me to say :D] And by the way, I got this shirt at one of those cheap Chinese Shirt Retailers [no offense] on the streets of New York, back on Earth II." The shadow covering Slaiv's chest blows to the side, revealing a shirt saying:

Slaiv returns....... Slaiv enters the Blessed Realm on his mount, answering Ancalagon's call. But Slaiv does not seem the same as he has been... Unlike his former, mortal self, this character is a lot darker. Garbed in a black, torn, hooded cloak, Slaiv's face and body remains unseen. Slaiv's figure is enshrouded in darkness and shadow. He carries with him the sword Chirraam So'llas [sheer-rom So-loss], the Claimer of Souls. He is mounted on a black steed, with flames dancing in his eyes. "I guess this is what my soul looks like, for my siding with Peregrine will not be forgotten, no matter how much I try to redeem it. It will always remain that I sided with evil, but my deeds afterwards redeemed me, so that I may enter this place. Though I look dark and inhuman, I have redeemed my soul and myself...." Slaiv rides up to KFC [shin's], and after buying a cavewich, Slaiv says: "Howdy Shin! What's up? What have we been summoned for?"

Well, I would have come.....

I agree. Since no one wants Medievil, I'll have to go with Fallout Tactics-esque setting. In the snow, caused by nuclear winter. Of course, I have on question: Can I cause the Nuclear Winter? And then the story begins as each character is waking up in the morning, but as if nothing of the old snow arena had ever existed....Things have always been this way, post-apocolyptic.

Ok, ok.... Yeah, we could go nomadic/caveman period :lol: !!! Anyway, I do have a transition between scenarios without dropping the current one....The main reason i adapted a medievil one is because everybody kept complaining abou the spacehips. Modern will just evolve into it again.... And btw when I say medievil, I mean REAL medievil stuff, like the Inquisition, or the Crusades, and not the traditional fantasy setting....

Is it alright if I end this and start the new, medievil scenario?

Oh, I believe there will be plenty of donuts and coffee.... MWAHAHAHAHA :halloween: :halloween: :halloween: :halloween: Ok, I'll post the new scenario soon, If everyone's good with medievil times...

Yeah, but that would just lead back to ships and fleets, and nobody wants that to happen again...we already have 40 pages of it. We could go nomadic style....

ooc>looks like you figured it out, rud :lol: Slaiv's fleet wait, shields fully up, for any kind of response from the "potential ally."

not elector magnetic snow....i'll pm you the details. there needs to be metal.

ooc> and btw peregrine is dead, you can kill a god, see shin's post. -in order to be in the mortal realm, you must be "half-dead", which means that the only godlike ability you keep is extreme toughness and communication with spirits. Your not invincible, otherwise I and all my soldiers would be.... and besides, the scenario is about to end anyway.... and how would a "small amount" of anti-snow create a hydrogen bomb size explosion? but anyway... The blast propels Slaiv through several layers of the ship. Slaiv hears screams of his comrades as the explosion sweeps through the ship... Luckily [except the later mercenaries], none died, because they were half-dead....... "What the H*LL was that?!?!?!?" "Suicide bomber from Armiena, Sir. We have no f*cking clue how they got onboard our ship, and into the hands of our guards, considering that they were to kill all nonfriendly units, but that doesn't matter..... What matters is repairing what is left of the ship." "Yes, land the ship on Emour....." 12 hours later, onboard the temporary command ship.... Slaiv messages Shinjioh: "Shin, I have been attacked by Armiena. Permission to hunt her down requested....."

Slaiv awaits word from either Research or Shin.... ooc>btw people i posted a possible next scenario in the important topics part of the snow arena, so check it out....... And, yet again: IS there any way to travel between realms such as the living realm and Ancalagon's without killing yourself? I mean, I am undead/half-dead, as shin put it....

Medievil times. Castles, catapults, trebuchets, the likes. all made of snow. Of course, my plan to switch to this scenario requires a little status uppage, from certain people....at any rate, when it started, the battle afterparty would still be going on at malchiks, then we head over to ancalagon's [if shin promotes me], the by the time we get back, everything has been recreated in snow, but its medievil, lke i mentioned. And, my plan for getting to this is secret, but I know exactly what i will do if you guys agree....

ooc>no, just wait and reintroduce themin the new setting

"Never mind- All ships, maintain positions. Repeat- maintain positions until further notice. Arm your weapons. Aim directly for new opponent but DO NOT FIRE. REPEAT- DO NOT FIRE. Do this only because all individuals are opponents until proven otherwise." Slaiv contacts Research: "How many ships have you brought in from the battlefield?" "All ships worth salvaging, Sir." "Continue as planned......." Slaiv waits for Shin to contact the new force and respond with orders....

Massive, widespread cheering emerges from all ships in Slaiv's fleet, as they receive the news of Peregrine's death. "Sir Slaiv! The mighty Peregrine has fallen!! His fleet is being rippede apart as of this moment!" "WHAT?!?!? How did this happen?" "Unmarked ships out of nowhere, Sir. We have no idea who they are." "Excellent......." "What about Armiena's fleet? Where are they?" "I do not know. But I DO know that we have enough forces to defeat her if she returns. We cannot let her pose a threat to us. Send out seven squadrons of scout ships in all directions. Have them report at 15 minute intervals. Record the responses. Tell them to report any irregular thing they see; all is not what it seems." "Sir, despite the victory, we have suffered heavy losses..." "How many?" "We 62 battleships, 47 cruisers, 271 squadrons of fighters, and countless others....We estimate 17 million dead on our own ships alone." "The price that had to be paid....We shall hold a ceremony in their honor in precisely one month. Send a message to the attacking fleet. Tell them to hold their attacks off. Meanwhile, gather all of Peregrine's remaining ships that you can. Send 10 battallions of ground troops into each ship to capture enemy troops. DO NOT KILL THEM. After the ships have been cleaned out, send in research teams to gather all information possible... and call all of the fleet back in. Count the losses exactly." Slaiv's Message to Shin: "Is there anything you require of me that will be worthy of a promotion?" Meanwhile, Slaiv wears his Ring of Complete Indolence, and is surrounded by beautiful women while sitting around the pool in his ship. ooc>is there any easy travel between existances..?

Exactly! That's what all the anti-snow missiles are for...

You could probably talk Dark0ne into putting that into th roleplaying forums, though, packrat....