Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150307231018/@comment-24306135-20150422010303

(A note on balancing: Stowing the 'Breaker, keeping the Cryptic out for now. The loadouts I've shown so far are my standards for in-game combat, but I realize the need within RPs for balance.Sorry everyone. I'll stick to mid-range defense. The shotguns are here to stay, and I'll be using Invective for this fight.)

Sauron ran a quick test of the Ice Breaker, and with a muttered curse, re-stowed it within the Vault Matrix. Its heat sink was busted, and firing it would have caused a massive explosion and almost certainly death. He pulled a glowing black shotgun from storage, noting the marks laid along its side. He'd earned it from a bet with Ikora Rey, but he still wasn't sure exactly why she'd chosen to give it to a "lowbrowed Titan" like himself. Maybe it was the Deep Stone Order's legacy of donating members to Ikora's much-vaunted Hidden, with whom he'd served two tours on Mars. But there was no time for rememberances now. He had to do what he'd always done, he supposed. It was a simple maxim, really:

"Hold to the last bleeding inch." he sang softly ."Hold on, and pray if you wish. For tomorrow we're a-headin' o'er the top, and then we'll be in a pinch, my lads. For then, we'll be in a pinch."

Finally, he pulled out from the Vault an ancient set of bagpipes, found in a Vex portal that had sent his mind -just his mind, you see, back to the Old Days. He'd been somewhere called Arnhem, and the body he was in hadn't been his own. He'd been down in the trenches, waiting for what his mind knew would come, what he'd read about a thousand times in the Tower's library. The attack, the panzers on the bridge, and the "last good fight". But just as he'd been pulled back, darkness- or was it The Darkness?- pulling at his vision, as the humans around him had told him to "stay with them!", and as he'd bled slowly, he'd clutched at the beret that now sat atop his head. Three days later, he'd woken up in the Ishtar Sink, with the red hat clutched in his hands, sobbing and not knowing why.

Softly, he began to play.