Nexaduro

Name: Varius Dusavi Gender: Male Age: Appears to be in late teens Physical Description: 5'10", relatively thin with lean muscles, numerous scars of varying depth (some which appear to have the potential to have been fatal), and slightly pointed ears. Class: Mechanic Skills: Repair Level 2, Electronics Level 2 Background story: Appeared mysteriously a few years before the outbreak, few memories from his past. Worked at a repair shop which was destroyed by the mobs of people trying to escape the city. Escaped in his customized moped, which he accidentally drove off a cliff, leaving him with only the supplies in his pack.

Same thing happens to me all the time. And I accept the treaty as well. Sweet! This will make my conquest of Ireland sooo much easier!

I am sooo getting Auroch cavalry once this is over.

Same with Rocco. EDIT: 10,000 this year, 11,000 the next.

Really? What arnament do your Myrmidons possess? How much do they cost? I want to hear about it in a PM, if not here, so I know how to best use my Hlaupari in concert with them.

Rocco, that was 90,000 Polish troops. Against 65,000, which wasn't as many troops as expected. More than a third of the Mongols were killed, but this is only the beginning. Hmph. And where was this damned "Great Kievan Army" I've been hearing so much about? So far, they've done absolutely nothing. With 5,000 troops, I got a better killcount than... what, 60,000, 70,000 soldiers?

Eh, good luck with him arriving. If the Mongols get that far Europe is screwed anyways.

LISTEN UP! 20,000 TROOPS WITH WAR ELEPHANTS FROM PERSIA, 15,000 TROOPS COMING FROM MONGOLIA TO REINFORCE THE MONGOLS. We need to intercept these armies before they reach the main force, or else THE MONGOLS WILL NUMBER 70,000! I've probably got the Mongolian reinforcements under control, but we need to cut off the war elephants or else we're doomed. We need Archi's help, he has albino rats that could be used to frighten the elephants, and we need heavy weaponry to take them out. ROSS, THIS IS WHEN YOU SHOULD BE USING SCORPIO.

... What?

In response to this grievous insult on Iceland's brother nation, Crete, the Orrustagud sends the King of Leon a lifetime supply of rabbits.

And I wasn't talking to you, Earth. Don't assume that every message is intended for you.

I could hire Scots, or those of Scottish descent in Iceland. Accents wouldn't be that difficult to train early on, and Military School enrollment begins as soon as a child can walk and talk.

Ninja Gaiden Sigma 2. Amiright?

Don't make me send spies back into Scotland.

Archi, I think we will get along just fine. Our nations are actually incredibly similar, when you think about it.

Can you perhaps edit in mine?

I morph into tendril mode, and attempt to drain as many of the frightened enemies as possible.

New Zealand would suck. EVERYTHING there can kill a human, if you were outside the cities zombies wouldn't be your greatest worry.

Ok, nevermind again. Still getting used to how you work the morphing, and my internet's spazzing. I continue fighting, focusing on crushing skulls and other kill methods that will frighten the other opponents.

Whoops, nevermind. Armoured mode? With the bone ridges? I can do that. I run towards the enemies, punching and slashing with my bone ridges.

? Anyways, If I'm in Tank Mode, I charge at the nearest enemy, pick them up, and throw them at the rest. I follow the throw with another charge, and a flurry of punches.

Also, Ross, maybe you could ask about the Daeka? My character can regenerate, maybe there's some kind of related magic.

I throw a tendril into the bucket of food to absorb it, using the energy to fully convert to tendril mode. I begin drain-whipping the enemies, focusing on those with pistols first.

I slowly turn, morphing into tank mode. "What. Do. You. Want. Do not provoke me, humans, the wrath of the Daeka is a force to be feared. I do not wish to fight those who took me in, but I will if I must."

My face darkens. "I do not deny that to your race, I am a monster by my appearance. I am separated from my people, the great Daeka, and my situation calls for a break from tradition. Sir, my folk are not a violent sort, but none of them have been in my place before. I will leave if I wish, and woe to those who presume to hold me here." I turn and walk away with my payment, discretely increasing the armour on my back until I am away from the ship. I also keep an eye out for a man with a polearm.