"Why did you speak against my son joining?" Lady Landra asked. A strange sensation passing through her thoughts. 'He showed concern once before for my well being. It must extend to my son as well. Then.. is something amiss that I do not know yet?'
"To keep him from dying. He is a brave lad, but you will need defenses at home. Arl Howe escaped. He will send people to kill you. As well as people here. I have a few forces en route to here. They will make sure you get home." Thrasher did not look away as he spoke his thoughts. "You, and your son must rally people in Denerim things are changing. I rather he does not die with the Grey Wardens. And you are going to have to guide him back at home. Your stations.. will give you a voice. If you care for the lives of those of the kingdom anyway."
System: Persuasion Check 22 Pass
"Make sense. I can not believe how impulsive I was." Lady Leandra rubbed her brow. "Thank you for the assistance. I think it best I retire and think things over."
"I will see to her. Thank you for everything." Iona kissed Thrasher on the cheek. "Till we meet again. Make sure you come to visit."
"Well, now what?" Mallol asked.
"We had to the Wilds to join in the fighting. You will stay here until my forces arrive. Then go with them to the capitol. A lot of fighting is about to happen. A spy is needed more than ever."
"Sounds good. But we are staying at least another night together?"
"Yeah."
"Then I will meet you in your room. Goodbye for now Tracker." Mallol gave a nod to the other. Grateful for the pointers while they waited things over. She walked away, adding a little extra swing to her hips. 'Better than dead any day. or worse..' An image of her in a cell passed in her mind before departing just as quickly as it came. '.. I will not have such a terrible fate!'
"I wish to go and hunt in the wilds. Clear the way and get a lay of the land." Tracker said. He also wanted to make sure nothing happen to Fergus and Ellisa. "By your leave Warchief."
"Go ahead." Thrasher dismissed him as he moves to his room for a bit. Mallol was not kidding about her attentions. "Maker bless the Chantry." the two enjoyed the rest of their time togethor. Talking over everything for the future. To say that she didn't like some of the situations that mat develop, was an understatement.
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-Next Morning-
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Thrasher laid in the bed waiting for the sun to really rise. He was talking to the Operator about another World he set him up in. The World was Starship Troopers. A spot for Thrasher, Tracker in a Special Ops group. Private military really.
Operator: It will take a little more adjustment but I believe you will be quite happy there.
'Thanks. How are the accelerated forces coming?' Thrasher was referring to his ability to create more Greenskin Orks from spores.
Operator: They are heading to you now. Currently at the front gate. Due to the acceleration on them, only Fifty elite were made. 500 points were deducted to give them an education. Mostly Free Marches customs and understanding. The very basic of Ferelden info was pulled from the corpses you offered.
'That is more than enough to make sure they make it to Ferelden. I will redirect the D.G. cells to make sure they obey Mallol. She is not intimidating enough to keep them in line. I am sure enough fighting will be there to keep them entertained.'
Operator: I will make sure to provide enough quests to keep them busy. Can you think of anything you want to change in Ferelden?
'Yes. Make sure a few go through the Alienage and keep order. The bodies they kill can be gathered to make more Ork humans. I do not like having a small Horde. With everything that comes this way, a lot can be done with an unstoppable Green Tide.' Thrasher got up and couldnt help smack Mallol on the ass. The temptation to wake her up with a nice fuck passed in his mind. But she was tired, so no reason to do that. "I will see you later."
*Whack!* Her ass jiggled slightly.
"Mmmh ok. Do not die, yah ass." Mallol mumbled. A smile on her face as she dozed back off. Thrasher left some coins and a letter. If she agreed, the System would make her a full Follower. If not, she still had options as a Temporary Follower.
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-Front Gate-
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Thrasher talked with the Elites for a bit. The D.G. cells made sure they complied. As well as his aura. Each of them knew of the War he fought in and the countless places they could go. They were very interested in joining a proppa Warrgh! As the first ork/humans, they also knew they had the advantage to start as leaders once everything kicks off. To become the first Nobz.
Nobz were bigger and fiercer Ork's in the Warhammer Franchise. With the power, they could wield and the ability to push troops further or clobber them, made for the best of Lieutenants in terrible conditions. Anf Thrasher loved it more than anything. They were augmented heavily at the base level of course. A lot of things removed from the Orks to make room for better things. Like the unneeded anarchy at an insane level. Given way for a little more Intelligence.
"We understand Warchief." The first of them said. "We will make sure they arrive and take care of the Alienage. As well as any rabble-rousers that come around. Da Klan will carve a blood pathy to glory."
"Hahaha good!" Thrasher laughed happily. "I look forward to hearing the results." Before heading off, he was called by someone.
"Wait!" Orianna called. Behind her was Fergus. They stopped seeing the Soldiers in Black. Intimidating and powerful. Fergus could take one on. One on one in a duel. But in a battlefield itself.. not even close. "Are you sure you have to go so soon?"
"Yes. Things to do. Wars to fight. Why?" Thrasher was slightly intrigued.
"Just.. with my sister gone, Ser Gillmore and the other guards we lost. We are short handed some. Even with the rallying, I plan to do for those who are close to us."
"Howe will still cause trouble. I assure you." Thrasher moved over and passed some papers over to him. Documents purchased from the shop and verified with what he knew further. "Past acts have not been forgotten by them. The Howe's and the Grey Wardens carry a very dangerous history. Come undeserving. Others.."
Info: During the Orlesian occupation of Ferelden, Tarleton Howe sided with the Orlesians while the neighboring Couslands of Highever with the rebels. Eventually, the Highever forces clashed in several battles against the Amaranthine forces. In one of these battles, the Couslands managed to capture the remote town of Harper's Ford and Tarleton Howe. Tarleton was hanged for his treachery. Byron Howe, Tarleton's younger brother became the new Arl of Amaranthine.
"Rendon Howe.. is carrying revenge out despite them being traitors. This evidence will be a good political maneuver for you. Your mother, with her experience and father, must strike back on both fronts." Thrasher eyed the two. Fear in their eyes. As well as the Will of the World working. Trying to make heads or tails of what was going on. Dragon Age had been affected by the War of the Users only slightly. But enough that made the Will of the World confused. World shards were drained and it tethered on collapse. 'Well, here goes nothing.'
*Woom!* Thrasher removed a World Shard from himself. The clear wispy energy could not be seen by weaker individuals. Inside was a piece of his soul. Carrying the thoughts and desires of what he wanted. It seperated linking to the two.
His personal power as a User at work. Pillar Shaper- Allowed the User to part with his own Soul energy to make Pillars. The target must have a strong enough will to do so. One of the things that made Thrasher so dangerous, was that he was able to create utter turmoil for a Worlds Will if he wanted to. The good news, he enjoyed just seeing things at work.
Turning them into Support Pillars of the World. Fergus was already a Common Pillar. His wife.. nothing since she dies. As the Will of the World understood things now, it became aware of the chance to continue it's existence. Not fade into nothingness along with every thing else.
"We will work hard at this." Fergus answered. His wife still reading the papers. Trying to figure out the best way to go about it. "Count on us cousin." Thrasher left the two and continues on his way. The Operator getting to work as the quest that were forming would be very difficult to give rewards. But it would be worth in the end to shape an entire World.
"Arl Rendon Howe and his people... are pathetic. It is a good thing Nathaniel did not become part of the family." Oriana did not like this. "We will need to be careful for Oren's sake. Your mother, will have to get over some reservations. The Alienages.. we need to provide some support. Those elves will turned into a great force."
"I think so as well." Fergus answered. Turning into a stronger Pillar, his own personal thoughts were no longer confined to the predetermined script more. A lot of advancements could be made that actually went along the lines of what his parents stood for. "As the new Teryn, we will need a stronger front. Father will make a good advisor along with more."
"I will start training again. I was almost cut down if not for their help." Orianna never wanted to feel that fear of helpless again. And a flash of what would have happened pass through her. 'Both I and Oren would have been gutted. I rather not died by butchery.'
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Building up some-
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System: Medium Pull commencing.. target found Elder Scrolls Skyrim.. Gormlaith Golden-Hilt... D.G. cells implemented... Pass.. no irregularities.
*Bwoom!* A slight ripple as a strong woman came out. Her hair a golden brown in a way. She had no armor own. Which happened to a lot of Companions that died in a gruesome manner or at near death. She reverted to about 21-27 years from the looks of things. A slight purchase and she had some armor.
"User Thrasher," Gormlaith gave a salute. "...or do you prefer Warchief?"
"Warchief if it would make it easier on you." Thrasher's eyes blazed as the info he was privy to about his Companion passed into him. He like what he read and liked what he saw. She was strong, in various ways. Perfect for what he needed. "You will do nicely." An axe was purchased from the system for himself. "A good fierce sparring partner..."
"It would be an honor Warchief." Gormalaith eyes lit up in a blaze. The power of an Ork gifted to her boosted her up. A new power for her to wield and master. "I will give it my all for my new Home!" A sword appeared in her hand as she launched forward.
As the two sparred, the energy created seeped into the Space Stone. Which connected to the area were bodies were thrown by his forces to break down and create more Orks. These would be her first troops to raise up and lead. All at the rank of Ork Boy.
The Operator watched everything from his screen. Pausing only slightly to take in what needed to be done. He started linking quests for what he knew Thrasher really would like. The Fade itself. Or at least a part of it. Combined with the Space Stone and the will the Shape things as an Ork.. it would be valuable tool at his disposal.
Thrasher became aware with this oppent, that a lot ned to be brought up to snuff for him to fight as enjoyable as before. He also need to buy a lot of things and choose some things to fight freely again. Not to rely on the armor only. The more they fought, the more the Operator was able to fill in things that were missing. He was having trouble keeping up the way Thrasher thinks. No small part to what Azul done to protect him at work.
The Titles were still missing.
Name: Thrasher Skullsplitta Health: 103
Class: Barbarian (Unhinged) Level: 5 AC: 21
Second Class: Warboss Weird Boy Level: 2
Third Class: Mechanoid Level 2
Proficiency Bonus: 4 Age: 1,621?? Spell Save: 18 Spell attack: 13 Initiative 5(5 )
Cantrips Known: 10 Domain Spells:10 Saving Throws: Wisdom, Charisma, Constitution,
Spell Slots: 1st Slot X 2nd V 3rd V 4th III 5th III 6th III 7th III 8th III 9th III
Strength: 18
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 25
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 19
Athletics*: 4
Acrobatics*: 5
Sleight of Hand*: 5
Stealth*: 5
Arcana*: 4
Perception*:
History*: 4
Investigation*: 4
Nature*: 4
Religion*: 4
Deception:* 4
Intimidation*: 4
Performance*: 4
Insight*: 5
Medicine*: 5
Persuasion*: 4
Inventory: Dark Burning Gundam, Low Pull x4, Medium Pull x2, High Pull x9, X-Pull x13, Armor Pull x4, Weapon Pull 2x, Common Pull x99, Companion Pull x5, Auxiliary Pull x6, Klingon Warblade
Knowledge: D.C. Universe, Warhammer Fantasy, Ork Physiology, Psycho Ranger, Alliance, Elder Scrolls I-V, Spirit Magic, Dragon Quest Magic I-X, God Of War, Warframe
Class Traits: Rage, Unarmored Defense, Reckless Attack, Frenzy V, Danger Sense, Primal Path II, Fast Movement, Mindless Rage V, Feral Instinct, Brutal Critical II, Intimidating Presence, Retaliation, Persistent Rage, Indomitable Might, Primal Champion, Spellcasting II, Weirdboy Origin: Bork, Gork, Mork, Machine Speak, Laguz-Lion
User Traits: Pillar Shaper II, Matter Manipulation III, Propagate Moss II
Mental Traits: Shadow in the Warp II, Cunning Mind II, Foresight, Psyker III, Blood Driven, Elder Scrolls Magic Master