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Dakkur Doelish
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Dakkur Doelish
- Posts: 100
- Joined: Tue Aug 24, 2021 4:56 pm
- Character Sheet: https://ransera.com/viewtopic.php?f=43&t=1955
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Day after day after day there was nothing but loud parades and even louder cheers all over Zaichaer. As a foreigner Dakkur did not appreciate the festivities but he could understand it, somewhat. Still, he had seen enough of the spectacle of magnificence Zaichaer wanted to present to all its people but as a person who did not have even the slightest hint of patriotism towards the city he could only see it as nothing but a nuisance. The only good thing to come out of it was that he was allowed to take a short holiday of sorts because strangely enough, despite being the sort of shady and sleazy criminals Zaichaer would like nothing more than to get rid of under its laws, there was quite a number of his colleagues and acquaintances in 'that other side of the city' which were patriotic about their country. Dakkur himself could not see why and wanted to question them of the reason why they could love the city so much when it hated them even more but what was the point? It would be better off for him and everyone else to avoid having his own curiosity ruin everything for everyone else and take the holiday which was offered freely to him instead. He could still make his queries after the festivities.
Thus this would actually be the first day Dakkur could actually experience the parade and celebrations for real. After stopping by for a drink and snack, Dakkur decided to slowly make his way to the main concentration of other events open for participation to the public. While he had decided to avoid the parades in the interest of his own time and sanity since he was not keen on being stuck among a noisy crowd which would block him off and, parade routes which would force him into a lot of detours and inevitably get him lost since he still had yet to learn how to navigate through the city, the parade ran into him and he was stuck right on the other side of the road to wait for the floats to pass through so he could continue on his journey.
So he waited...
And waited...
And waited...
And waited....
The floats seemed to be never ending and when it looked like there was just about to be a break in the chain, out came a squad to march and flourish their weapons- if not them maybe a bunch of children who thought it a privilege instead of a chore to have been chosen to take part in the parade. Ugh, those were a nuisance and if there was indeed anything that Dakkur could remotely enjoy in that parade, it would be the floats which were physically keeping them there. Zaichaer as far as he knew was quite restrictive when it came to the use of magic and with his own rudimentary knowledge of the craft, he could tell that there were some floats which ran on nothing but the results of human ingenuity through gadgeteering. It became a sort of a game for him as looking at how the floats were built, he tried to make a guess of how they were running. That one with the exhaust port? Obviously steam. The exhaust ports with black smoke? Obviously coal, dirty but a lot more efficient if there had been no new studies to prove otherwise. Then he saw a much smaller float passing by him and could only wonder at what engine it had. Could it be? Could the pipedream of harnessing lightning have actually been realized? Nah, that cannot be the case because if it had, Zaichaer and its allies would have turned their attention into expansion instead of using their new engines in distracting parades.
Dakkur watched as more of the parade passed but more of the other, or the same, floats if one were to only look at them by their internals did not provide him any new insight into Zaichaer's current level of technology and in no time at all he had reached the competition ground. He went to the sign up booth and filled up the form before he headed out to look at the rest of the competitions until his name was announced. Seeing some people making bets on the races he was quite tempted to place some coin into the pot too but horses was not something Dakkur knew anything about and though he tried to get closer to the people betting, all he heard of was how nice were some of the manes on the horses, implying they have been taken care of well. If not that, how energetic the horses were prancing around in grounds until the races started. Other things to think about? How about how big the horses were, the tone of their skin, how much water they could be seen drinking throughout the day. Were these really the things people looked at to find out how good the horses were? Dakkur could not wrap his head around it and after watching a few laps of the races decided to check into some other distraction.
He then went to watch some... wrestling? Why did people in the army even need to know wrestling? As far as he knew they should be equipped by some pretty effective weapons, like guns and swords. Some even had fancy decorated knives! He saw a competitor being tossed into the ground hard by an even smaller competitor, surprisingly. After that match he saw both competitors fighting over getting a better hold over the other before the loser lost his hold and was pinned unto the ground. The last match he was able to catch before he was interrupted had the loser's arm twisted behind him and his knee kicked in out to force him down. That looked really painful. Dakkur was glad he was not a soldier or aspiring soldier who had to be put through this until...
"Yes, I'm mister Luzak" Dakkur answered as he wondered why it was a soldier that was calling out to him and even knew his name. Oh it was his turn for the shooting competition? Time for him to see how good he was. "Wait what? That can't be right. I signed up for the shooting competition" he said when he was told he was in the wrestling competition instead and even though he refused to enter the ring, his registration was valid. Refusal would be seen very negatively not only by the spectators but also the army hosting the competition. Dakkur did not want to get on the bad side of the army and so reluctantly agreed after he was assured the soldier in charge of organizing the competitors would find out what was going on. He would enter the ring, but he would also immediately tap out the moment the first chance he had to after his opponent lays a hand on him so it would not be so obvious he was a quitter.
Remaining on his side of the ring Dakkur waited until his opponent was committed to an advance and braced for impact. Right when he gets caught he would ta- oh no! Where did his opponent go? Oh no! How was his arms already caught and stuck in place. How was he going to tap out? Dakkur tried to wiggle his way out of the hold and threw his weight around to force his opponent to let go off him to no success. Then he could feel his head being pressured, like someone was trying to squash it and started to feel faint. Was this how he was going to die? In a stupid contest he did not even want to join? Then he screamed in a panic and waved his hands wildly as much as he could given his circumstances, "I give! I give!" While it was embarrassing that a could not even put up a decent fight, it was more embarrassing to know from his opponent no less that all he had to do to get himself loose was to just hold his hands up and slip out by going down, preferably after a distraction like a nice headbutt. Was Dakkur even a fighter?
"No!" he quickly answered without so much a pretense to hide his own weakness. Dakkur did not identify himself as a moratallen, people normally just mistook him as a moratallen and he neglected to correct them so why should he try and maintain his pride in rumoured strength? Then he questioned the organizer of his circumstances in joining the wrestling contest. "What? How could he?" The registrar it seemed took it as his own task to filter 'prospective recruits to the army' into the field he thought was most suitable for them and thought the moratallen, now being Dakkur's disadvantage in not correcting him would have been more suited to join a contest of strength to show his stuff to his superior and get recruited. "But I don't want to join the army...?" Dakkur only wanted to kill some time but it was too bad for him.
He had some words with the registrar about his despicable turn of events before making sure he was reregistered for the event he wanted and promptly made his way to the firing range to let off some steam. Just like all the other shooters he had watched, Dakkur held on to the rifle with the butt firmly pressed on his shoulder and his other hand to hold it in place so his aim would not go off. Bang! he missed, not even touching the target as the shell strayed right off to the side of the board. However his concern was how much the blast of the rifle hurt on his shoulder, this should not be the experience then he remembered the wrestling and how painful his arms were when being held in place until his submission.
Fuck.
He obviously could not fire in the normal way and decided to change tactics. If his arm was going to hurt then he just had to not press the rifle on his shoulder. He tried to do it just without the butt on his shoulder but his arms were quickly becoming sore so he felt this would be a really wrong way to shoot so he just held out the one arm which had his grip on the rifle, not so tiring and not much pain so obviously better and he fired. It did hit the board that time but it was not even close to the bullseye. Four more chances to go. He used this method two more times, his aim not improving and might even be getting worse since the shells were straying erratically on the target and he decided he needed to change tactics. He rested the rifle on his arm to stabilize the shot and fired. Oh wow it was a lot closer now. So he did it again this time taking the time to line up the shot so he could get the shell as close to the bullseye as possible. Nope. Not even close.
Questions came about his weird methods in firing and as asked if he was a sharpshooter since the soldiers did know some sharpshooters who tried using that method but Dakkur retorted that if he was really a sharpshooter he would have hit the target well within the bullseye at least once. No, it was his injuries which forced him to try something different he explained and especially pointed out what the registrar did to him. The soldier in charge of the firing range then used the opportunity to try and convince Dakkur to join the army if shooting and not wrestling was really his interest since he would also get the chance to learn how to shoot well. Again after using the excuse of the registrar, Dakkur declined to sign up; wrestler or marksman.
But he did sign up for the shooting competition over and over to use the range as his personal firing range to practice all those weird methods of shooting on the army's dime until he was satisfied enough it made up for his shitty day and then went home. Never again was he going to trust the army even in 'fun' events like this.
Thus this would actually be the first day Dakkur could actually experience the parade and celebrations for real. After stopping by for a drink and snack, Dakkur decided to slowly make his way to the main concentration of other events open for participation to the public. While he had decided to avoid the parades in the interest of his own time and sanity since he was not keen on being stuck among a noisy crowd which would block him off and, parade routes which would force him into a lot of detours and inevitably get him lost since he still had yet to learn how to navigate through the city, the parade ran into him and he was stuck right on the other side of the road to wait for the floats to pass through so he could continue on his journey.
So he waited...
And waited...
And waited...
And waited....
The floats seemed to be never ending and when it looked like there was just about to be a break in the chain, out came a squad to march and flourish their weapons- if not them maybe a bunch of children who thought it a privilege instead of a chore to have been chosen to take part in the parade. Ugh, those were a nuisance and if there was indeed anything that Dakkur could remotely enjoy in that parade, it would be the floats which were physically keeping them there. Zaichaer as far as he knew was quite restrictive when it came to the use of magic and with his own rudimentary knowledge of the craft, he could tell that there were some floats which ran on nothing but the results of human ingenuity through gadgeteering. It became a sort of a game for him as looking at how the floats were built, he tried to make a guess of how they were running. That one with the exhaust port? Obviously steam. The exhaust ports with black smoke? Obviously coal, dirty but a lot more efficient if there had been no new studies to prove otherwise. Then he saw a much smaller float passing by him and could only wonder at what engine it had. Could it be? Could the pipedream of harnessing lightning have actually been realized? Nah, that cannot be the case because if it had, Zaichaer and its allies would have turned their attention into expansion instead of using their new engines in distracting parades.
Dakkur watched as more of the parade passed but more of the other, or the same, floats if one were to only look at them by their internals did not provide him any new insight into Zaichaer's current level of technology and in no time at all he had reached the competition ground. He went to the sign up booth and filled up the form before he headed out to look at the rest of the competitions until his name was announced. Seeing some people making bets on the races he was quite tempted to place some coin into the pot too but horses was not something Dakkur knew anything about and though he tried to get closer to the people betting, all he heard of was how nice were some of the manes on the horses, implying they have been taken care of well. If not that, how energetic the horses were prancing around in grounds until the races started. Other things to think about? How about how big the horses were, the tone of their skin, how much water they could be seen drinking throughout the day. Were these really the things people looked at to find out how good the horses were? Dakkur could not wrap his head around it and after watching a few laps of the races decided to check into some other distraction.
He then went to watch some... wrestling? Why did people in the army even need to know wrestling? As far as he knew they should be equipped by some pretty effective weapons, like guns and swords. Some even had fancy decorated knives! He saw a competitor being tossed into the ground hard by an even smaller competitor, surprisingly. After that match he saw both competitors fighting over getting a better hold over the other before the loser lost his hold and was pinned unto the ground. The last match he was able to catch before he was interrupted had the loser's arm twisted behind him and his knee kicked in out to force him down. That looked really painful. Dakkur was glad he was not a soldier or aspiring soldier who had to be put through this until...
"Yes, I'm mister Luzak" Dakkur answered as he wondered why it was a soldier that was calling out to him and even knew his name. Oh it was his turn for the shooting competition? Time for him to see how good he was. "Wait what? That can't be right. I signed up for the shooting competition" he said when he was told he was in the wrestling competition instead and even though he refused to enter the ring, his registration was valid. Refusal would be seen very negatively not only by the spectators but also the army hosting the competition. Dakkur did not want to get on the bad side of the army and so reluctantly agreed after he was assured the soldier in charge of organizing the competitors would find out what was going on. He would enter the ring, but he would also immediately tap out the moment the first chance he had to after his opponent lays a hand on him so it would not be so obvious he was a quitter.
Remaining on his side of the ring Dakkur waited until his opponent was committed to an advance and braced for impact. Right when he gets caught he would ta- oh no! Where did his opponent go? Oh no! How was his arms already caught and stuck in place. How was he going to tap out? Dakkur tried to wiggle his way out of the hold and threw his weight around to force his opponent to let go off him to no success. Then he could feel his head being pressured, like someone was trying to squash it and started to feel faint. Was this how he was going to die? In a stupid contest he did not even want to join? Then he screamed in a panic and waved his hands wildly as much as he could given his circumstances, "I give! I give!" While it was embarrassing that a could not even put up a decent fight, it was more embarrassing to know from his opponent no less that all he had to do to get himself loose was to just hold his hands up and slip out by going down, preferably after a distraction like a nice headbutt. Was Dakkur even a fighter?
"No!" he quickly answered without so much a pretense to hide his own weakness. Dakkur did not identify himself as a moratallen, people normally just mistook him as a moratallen and he neglected to correct them so why should he try and maintain his pride in rumoured strength? Then he questioned the organizer of his circumstances in joining the wrestling contest. "What? How could he?" The registrar it seemed took it as his own task to filter 'prospective recruits to the army' into the field he thought was most suitable for them and thought the moratallen, now being Dakkur's disadvantage in not correcting him would have been more suited to join a contest of strength to show his stuff to his superior and get recruited. "But I don't want to join the army...?" Dakkur only wanted to kill some time but it was too bad for him.
He had some words with the registrar about his despicable turn of events before making sure he was reregistered for the event he wanted and promptly made his way to the firing range to let off some steam. Just like all the other shooters he had watched, Dakkur held on to the rifle with the butt firmly pressed on his shoulder and his other hand to hold it in place so his aim would not go off. Bang! he missed, not even touching the target as the shell strayed right off to the side of the board. However his concern was how much the blast of the rifle hurt on his shoulder, this should not be the experience then he remembered the wrestling and how painful his arms were when being held in place until his submission.
Fuck.
He obviously could not fire in the normal way and decided to change tactics. If his arm was going to hurt then he just had to not press the rifle on his shoulder. He tried to do it just without the butt on his shoulder but his arms were quickly becoming sore so he felt this would be a really wrong way to shoot so he just held out the one arm which had his grip on the rifle, not so tiring and not much pain so obviously better and he fired. It did hit the board that time but it was not even close to the bullseye. Four more chances to go. He used this method two more times, his aim not improving and might even be getting worse since the shells were straying erratically on the target and he decided he needed to change tactics. He rested the rifle on his arm to stabilize the shot and fired. Oh wow it was a lot closer now. So he did it again this time taking the time to line up the shot so he could get the shell as close to the bullseye as possible. Nope. Not even close.
Questions came about his weird methods in firing and as asked if he was a sharpshooter since the soldiers did know some sharpshooters who tried using that method but Dakkur retorted that if he was really a sharpshooter he would have hit the target well within the bullseye at least once. No, it was his injuries which forced him to try something different he explained and especially pointed out what the registrar did to him. The soldier in charge of the firing range then used the opportunity to try and convince Dakkur to join the army if shooting and not wrestling was really his interest since he would also get the chance to learn how to shoot well. Again after using the excuse of the registrar, Dakkur declined to sign up; wrestler or marksman.
But he did sign up for the shooting competition over and over to use the range as his personal firing range to practice all those weird methods of shooting on the army's dime until he was satisfied enough it made up for his shitty day and then went home. Never again was he going to trust the army even in 'fun' events like this.
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Hikami
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- Title: The Iceborne
- Location: Kalzasi, Karnor
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Pull the trigger. How hard it is?
Points awarded:
- 8 {Cant be used for magic}
- Gunslinging: Adjusting to minimize recoil to avoid pain
Logistics: Identifying efficient routes through big events
Gadgeteering: Distinguishing different propulsion systems for floats through byproducts
Gunslinging: Stance to keep a rifle stable
Unarmed: Arm lock to hold someone into submission
Unarmed: How to get our of an arm lock
- N/A
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