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Exotic Weapons Of the Kigs, Clan Gel
* Clan weaponry rating; best to worst.
Power: Eox, Hul, Sha, Gel. (Hul's power rating takes into account its springs AND venom.)
Range: Sha, Gel, Eox/Hul.
Control: Gel, Hul, Sha, Eox
Ease of learning: Hul, Eox, Gel, Sha.
Weaponry born from; Gel (Desire and Design), Eox (Proximity and Portability), Hul (Necessity and Nuance), Sha (Tradition and Training).
Name: Traditional Gel Blades, wrist and foot.
Picture: I'm an amazing artist I know.
Wrist Blades - 'Slac's Slicer' (original inventor)
Pictured Above
A flick of the wrist or a push of a button deploys the blades. To place them back in their bracers you simply push the button down again and pull them back in by holding onto the blunt side. Though some expensive and very well made designs can be flicked in and out without the use of a button.
Foot Blades - 'Rad's Render' (original inventor)
In scraps since I cant put in more than one picture at once
Worn like steel shoes it takes a lot of practice to be able to walk and run in these without accidently stabbing or cutting yourself. As such its often very easy to tell who knows how to use these as they will walk slightly differently than everyone else. But deployment is often just down to a hard stomp with some forward momentum and then pulled back when finished or folded up to lock them back into their carry position.
Description:
Very old but still effective weapons the Gel blades have been in existence ever since the Gel family first took over enough small nests and their territory to call themselves a Clan. Through single combat and open field battles with their already conquered nests as additional soldiers and crewmen they forged themselves into a power in Eyan's distant past.
Back then their blades were just simple knives and short swords strapped to their wrists and arms so they could carry more blades. Often they held a two handed weapon in their hands and just had the wrist knives as back-up weapons. With themselves recognized as a clan the legacy of their warriors spread. Tales of beaks peaking out from a Kig-Yar shaped mountain of knives and blades spinning in a maelstrom of pain. While pretty far from reality Gel never discouraged the rumors. But the original Gel family, after seeing how well their tactic of overwhelming back-up blades had served them, decided to try and improve their slap-dash system into something to be properly proud of. Not just a tale of barbarism and ferocity, but a tale of craftsmanship and skill.
As such they began drafting designs and ideas for what this 'Gel blade' could be. Often at sea there would be entire crew meetings as they tossed around ideas and possible designs to pass the time on sea voyages. But it was in the under construction Gel keep, in their newly conquered lands, where the first prototypes would actually be assembled. As Gel was composed of many different nests that were still pretty unique at this time they had a veritable melting pot of skills and philosophies in their lands. And so the very first Commodore Gel set the Clan a challenge, she told them all to construct something that could be considered a real Gel weapon. The winners would have their names immortalized forever in Gel.
The amount of prototypes received nearly matched the walks of life that made them; individuals from the lowest barnacle scraper to the Commodores own son sent in by trade or physically carried their prototype to the Keep to be evaluated by the Gel family and the best warriors of the new Clan. The type of weapon prototypes ranging from fixed hooked blades, fixed straight blades, front extending single, double, or triple blades. Back facing elbow blades. Forearm blades on one or both sides. Blades that stood out vertically from the arm attached to a small shield for bashing. And differing lengths of curved fixed or extendable blades. And those were just the ones for the forearm attachments. Many inventors made weapons to attach to different body parts; head, knees, claw extensions, and shoulder some of the rarer places. Nearly all of these early prototypes have been carefully preserved and are held in the Keeps vault and some are left on display for visitors.
But the two most agreed upon designed were curved wrist blades, for their versatility in attacking(able to stab, slash, hook, and rip) and defending as well as being able to slide past enemy blades and several different types of foot blades for their large wounding potential increase compared to the already deadly foot claws of the Kig-Yar.
Over the years the most popular and effective designs have been refined and have changed very little over Gel's history - both still baring the names of the original inventors. Each and every Gel of a certain age, generally fifteen to sixteen, is expected to be trained in the use of their wrist blades, where as foot blades are only taught to those that wish to learn.
There is no 'standard' length for the Wrist of foot blades, but instead of trying to be uniform the old Gel instead found a easy way to ensure that each fighter got a blade made to fit their arm; "The blade of Slac shall be the length of the fighters forearm, wrist to elbow, then shortened by the length of the middle claw (nail)." This length, of slightly shorter than a forearm would give a fighter just enough length to be able to engage the blade of an enemy fighter, and be nearly within the guard of the enemy, whilst also giving them near perfect control of it.
Foot blades are a little more tricky but the normal length is just the distance from the fighters Talus bone, just in front of the ankle joint, to the end of their toe but not of their toe claws. This allows the blade to just rest on the foot until deployed, where the normal sharp claws of the Kig-Yar are replaced by the cold steel of Aecor. There are however two orientations, one to slide over the claws that move from the top of the foot down, used for stabbing. And the second that rest on the side of the feet before locking in place and used for arcing kicks to slice at the opponents.
Reasoning:
This will be similar reasoning for all the Kiggy EWOK weapons. But its to add more depth and culture to the Kig-Yar as a whole whilst also giving them a good sense of racial identity and history as well as some practical and useful weapons.
However, all of the old Clan weapons share a similar downside, they are short ranged. Gel has the median range of the four clan weapons and the median amount of damage, but tend to lead the pack on control because they are just an extension of your arm. However they are still melee weapons and not a gun, and trying to beat a gun with a knife - no matter what its attached too and how long it is - would be tricky.
RP Sample: Kael gotta get her combat skill from somewhere!
Zaat Gel (Future Commodore of Gel, Mama of Kael Gel, Grandmama of Roh Gel.)
Aged 22, aboard a Gel patrol boat.
So....bored!
Why...why do I need to be here? the same question kept running through her mind as Zaat kept sitting up straight in the thankfully well padded chair in the small meeting room. It was also decently impressive that the rise and fall of the sea was barely felt on this boat - probably a Hul design. Her Papa, Commodore Yap Gel, was busy talking about a recent...issue with a Sisterhood female. The female in the same type of chair as Zaat, just with heavy iron rings holding her wrists, neck, waist, and finally feet to the chair. But the cries of pain went completely unnoticed by Zaat as she looked down at her claws a bit, and the wrist blade on top of that, before flexing her toes, and the metal attachments on those too. But she was still super bored. So as her Papa took off the second finger of the meeting from the female, as she wasn't telling the needed information, Yap flicked his purple stained blade back into its bracer before starting to shout again.
It was something about a recent sabotage at one of their factories, and herself and Papa had been near-by when it happened, so hopped on a patrol boat as the criminals tried to run. The small boat was quickly caught and most of the crew shot before the coast guards had boarded and dragged the still living member on board their ship. Zaat knew this was important...but she could be back at the Gel keep now, playing with and feeding her twin one year old chicks Kael and Jat...But she was here, clearly not needed as after the second severed finger had been tossed onto the females lap she started to finally speak out more than screams and curses for Yap and all Gel kind.
But Zaat just ignored most of that as she pulled out her personal pad to sift through some of the pictures of her little chicks, smiling at their big eyes, tiny beaks, and pufts of fluff all over before the table being slammed made her look up to see her Papa looking quite miffed at her.
"Zaat! Pay attention! The Sisterhood won't just vanish tomorrow," he started as he waved his purple stained blade a little. "And you'll have to know the proper way to get information out of these criminals!" Zaat knew it was useless to try and say that by using pain they were probably getting useless and baseless information as Papa was quite steadfast in his way of doing things. So Zaat just dipped her beak and put her pad away with a 'yes Commodore' as her Papa turned back to their captive and glared at her to continue.
Thankfully Zaat didn't have to feign interest for much longer as the alert was sounded on the boat and shouts of 'Spice Interceptors approaching!' followed. Papa Yap just nodded as he shoved the chair into the corner and moved over to a locker in the room. Zaat quickly getting more serious as well as she was tossed a R-5 as Papa grabbed a C-10 and started to move toward the door with his daughter following him.
"Numbers?!" Yap roared for as he shoved the door open and held the huge weapon ready, the sound of the approaching engines now easily heard with the door open.
"Four Commodore! Four ships with four fighters a piece!" So the defenders were down six, but they had more armored hulls than their opponents, and the opening shots were already being fired. Yap just jogged to the side and hefting his weapon onto the railing as he started to fire the thunderous C-10 at the approaching ships. "Zaat, cover the starboard side!" Bobbing her beak Zaat quickly ran across the deck and to the other side, but the time running let the boats get closer, and they were about to reach their ship. But Zaat was able to get two shots off - one a kill and one a near hit. But she screeched and dropped down as a round impacted the armor near her and spraying tiny slicing shrapnel across her back as the Sisterhood fighters leapt up and over the railing. The three that were awaiting her and the other guard smirked at the young Zaat as they drew out their poisoned blades.
"Lookat gurls," the lead female drawled, despite having a male in her little group, as the other female moved off to engage the male guard. "We got the precious Commodores daughter." Zaat, having set the rifle aside, just rolled her eyes as she flicked both her hands down and stomped one foot then the other to several clicks and clanks before her four Gel blades were extended and ready for combat. Zaat allowing herself a smirk at the slight surprise on the Sisterhood fighters faces as she beckoned for them to come at her, knowing that only one would be able to come at a time on the thin walk-way here.
The male moved in first, hissing as he clutched his blade tightly and made a full force stab toward Zaats gut. A quick back step to avoid the blade followed by an inside to outside sweep of Zaats' left wrist blade diverted the blade away from her body and made the male start to slide past her. But just as the male was starting to pull back Zaats left knee slammed into his gut and made him start to keel after as she pushed with her blocking blade to make him fall fully. Finally Zaat spun with her shove as she pivoted on her left foot and swept her right foot over the falling Kig-Yar before stabbing her foot blades deep into the back of the males skull. Thankfully after she was sure of her aim Zaat had spun her head around to watch the lead female as she had indeed moved once she had started to turn.
Yanking her foot blades out of the dead males skull Zaat raised up her right arm in defense as she pivoted again, bringing her right foot back while leaning back to miss the horizontal slash at her vocal sac. Her now raised right arm keeping the blade from coming back as she regained her footing and shoved forward with her left arm poised. The female was clearly not expecting this much speed and aggression, and could only look down as the blade was jammed into her gut before being twisted and sliced out sideways. As trained Zaat kept a neutral expression throughout the two kills to be added to her record as she shoved the dying female over to be ready to move to assist the male guard. But surprisingly he had actually managed to kill the female Sisterhood that had attacked him. But the Gel blades showed he had proper training, and a quick nod between the two was all that was needed before they tried to get a handle on what had happened on the rest of the ship.
But they turned around as they heard screaming and running from the fore of the patrol boat. A Sisterhood male, likely drug crazed, was currently running at them with two daggers raised. Zaat and the guard got into a defensive stance, but it soon proved unneeded as a loud boom from beside them, the male being thrown against the railing and nearly over it as Yap moved into the same walkway as Zaat and the guard with the smoking C-10 still held ready as he gave a genuine smile for once as he looked around. "And that's the last one, and that's my girl." Zaat just returned the smile as she started to clean off her blades before storing them as Yap held the C-10 in one hand and started to call out commands for the remaining guards, three having been lost in the battle.
"Loot and strip the Sisterhood bodies and then get them overboard, cant be polluting Aecor with clothing and their foul poison. Get our fallen in the same area so we can prepare for the last journey when we return. Then get a course set for the Keep - we have a public execution to set up of our captive, final voyages to prepare, and some of us have chicks to train!"
* Clan weaponry rating; best to worst.
Power: Eox, Hul, Sha, Gel. (Hul's power rating takes into account its springs AND venom.)
Range: Sha, Gel, Eox/Hul.
Control: Gel, Hul, Sha, Eox
Ease of learning: Hul, Eox, Gel, Sha.
Weaponry born from; Gel (Desire and Design), Eox (Proximity and Portability), Hul (Necessity and Nuance), Sha (Tradition and Training).
Name: Traditional Gel Blades, wrist and foot.
Picture: I'm an amazing artist I know.
Wrist Blades - 'Slac's Slicer' (original inventor)
Pictured Above
A flick of the wrist or a push of a button deploys the blades. To place them back in their bracers you simply push the button down again and pull them back in by holding onto the blunt side. Though some expensive and very well made designs can be flicked in and out without the use of a button.
Foot Blades - 'Rad's Render' (original inventor)
In scraps since I cant put in more than one picture at once
Worn like steel shoes it takes a lot of practice to be able to walk and run in these without accidently stabbing or cutting yourself. As such its often very easy to tell who knows how to use these as they will walk slightly differently than everyone else. But deployment is often just down to a hard stomp with some forward momentum and then pulled back when finished or folded up to lock them back into their carry position.
Description:
Very old but still effective weapons the Gel blades have been in existence ever since the Gel family first took over enough small nests and their territory to call themselves a Clan. Through single combat and open field battles with their already conquered nests as additional soldiers and crewmen they forged themselves into a power in Eyan's distant past.
Back then their blades were just simple knives and short swords strapped to their wrists and arms so they could carry more blades. Often they held a two handed weapon in their hands and just had the wrist knives as back-up weapons. With themselves recognized as a clan the legacy of their warriors spread. Tales of beaks peaking out from a Kig-Yar shaped mountain of knives and blades spinning in a maelstrom of pain. While pretty far from reality Gel never discouraged the rumors. But the original Gel family, after seeing how well their tactic of overwhelming back-up blades had served them, decided to try and improve their slap-dash system into something to be properly proud of. Not just a tale of barbarism and ferocity, but a tale of craftsmanship and skill.
As such they began drafting designs and ideas for what this 'Gel blade' could be. Often at sea there would be entire crew meetings as they tossed around ideas and possible designs to pass the time on sea voyages. But it was in the under construction Gel keep, in their newly conquered lands, where the first prototypes would actually be assembled. As Gel was composed of many different nests that were still pretty unique at this time they had a veritable melting pot of skills and philosophies in their lands. And so the very first Commodore Gel set the Clan a challenge, she told them all to construct something that could be considered a real Gel weapon. The winners would have their names immortalized forever in Gel.
The amount of prototypes received nearly matched the walks of life that made them; individuals from the lowest barnacle scraper to the Commodores own son sent in by trade or physically carried their prototype to the Keep to be evaluated by the Gel family and the best warriors of the new Clan. The type of weapon prototypes ranging from fixed hooked blades, fixed straight blades, front extending single, double, or triple blades. Back facing elbow blades. Forearm blades on one or both sides. Blades that stood out vertically from the arm attached to a small shield for bashing. And differing lengths of curved fixed or extendable blades. And those were just the ones for the forearm attachments. Many inventors made weapons to attach to different body parts; head, knees, claw extensions, and shoulder some of the rarer places. Nearly all of these early prototypes have been carefully preserved and are held in the Keeps vault and some are left on display for visitors.
But the two most agreed upon designed were curved wrist blades, for their versatility in attacking(able to stab, slash, hook, and rip) and defending as well as being able to slide past enemy blades and several different types of foot blades for their large wounding potential increase compared to the already deadly foot claws of the Kig-Yar.
Over the years the most popular and effective designs have been refined and have changed very little over Gel's history - both still baring the names of the original inventors. Each and every Gel of a certain age, generally fifteen to sixteen, is expected to be trained in the use of their wrist blades, where as foot blades are only taught to those that wish to learn.
There is no 'standard' length for the Wrist of foot blades, but instead of trying to be uniform the old Gel instead found a easy way to ensure that each fighter got a blade made to fit their arm; "The blade of Slac shall be the length of the fighters forearm, wrist to elbow, then shortened by the length of the middle claw (nail)." This length, of slightly shorter than a forearm would give a fighter just enough length to be able to engage the blade of an enemy fighter, and be nearly within the guard of the enemy, whilst also giving them near perfect control of it.
Foot blades are a little more tricky but the normal length is just the distance from the fighters Talus bone, just in front of the ankle joint, to the end of their toe but not of their toe claws. This allows the blade to just rest on the foot until deployed, where the normal sharp claws of the Kig-Yar are replaced by the cold steel of Aecor. There are however two orientations, one to slide over the claws that move from the top of the foot down, used for stabbing. And the second that rest on the side of the feet before locking in place and used for arcing kicks to slice at the opponents.
Reasoning:
This will be similar reasoning for all the Kiggy EWOK weapons. But its to add more depth and culture to the Kig-Yar as a whole whilst also giving them a good sense of racial identity and history as well as some practical and useful weapons.
However, all of the old Clan weapons share a similar downside, they are short ranged. Gel has the median range of the four clan weapons and the median amount of damage, but tend to lead the pack on control because they are just an extension of your arm. However they are still melee weapons and not a gun, and trying to beat a gun with a knife - no matter what its attached too and how long it is - would be tricky.
RP Sample: Kael gotta get her combat skill from somewhere!
Zaat Gel (Future Commodore of Gel, Mama of Kael Gel, Grandmama of Roh Gel.)
Aged 22, aboard a Gel patrol boat.
So....bored!
Why...why do I need to be here? the same question kept running through her mind as Zaat kept sitting up straight in the thankfully well padded chair in the small meeting room. It was also decently impressive that the rise and fall of the sea was barely felt on this boat - probably a Hul design. Her Papa, Commodore Yap Gel, was busy talking about a recent...issue with a Sisterhood female. The female in the same type of chair as Zaat, just with heavy iron rings holding her wrists, neck, waist, and finally feet to the chair. But the cries of pain went completely unnoticed by Zaat as she looked down at her claws a bit, and the wrist blade on top of that, before flexing her toes, and the metal attachments on those too. But she was still super bored. So as her Papa took off the second finger of the meeting from the female, as she wasn't telling the needed information, Yap flicked his purple stained blade back into its bracer before starting to shout again.
It was something about a recent sabotage at one of their factories, and herself and Papa had been near-by when it happened, so hopped on a patrol boat as the criminals tried to run. The small boat was quickly caught and most of the crew shot before the coast guards had boarded and dragged the still living member on board their ship. Zaat knew this was important...but she could be back at the Gel keep now, playing with and feeding her twin one year old chicks Kael and Jat...But she was here, clearly not needed as after the second severed finger had been tossed onto the females lap she started to finally speak out more than screams and curses for Yap and all Gel kind.
But Zaat just ignored most of that as she pulled out her personal pad to sift through some of the pictures of her little chicks, smiling at their big eyes, tiny beaks, and pufts of fluff all over before the table being slammed made her look up to see her Papa looking quite miffed at her.
"Zaat! Pay attention! The Sisterhood won't just vanish tomorrow," he started as he waved his purple stained blade a little. "And you'll have to know the proper way to get information out of these criminals!" Zaat knew it was useless to try and say that by using pain they were probably getting useless and baseless information as Papa was quite steadfast in his way of doing things. So Zaat just dipped her beak and put her pad away with a 'yes Commodore' as her Papa turned back to their captive and glared at her to continue.
Thankfully Zaat didn't have to feign interest for much longer as the alert was sounded on the boat and shouts of 'Spice Interceptors approaching!' followed. Papa Yap just nodded as he shoved the chair into the corner and moved over to a locker in the room. Zaat quickly getting more serious as well as she was tossed a R-5 as Papa grabbed a C-10 and started to move toward the door with his daughter following him.
"Numbers?!" Yap roared for as he shoved the door open and held the huge weapon ready, the sound of the approaching engines now easily heard with the door open.
"Four Commodore! Four ships with four fighters a piece!" So the defenders were down six, but they had more armored hulls than their opponents, and the opening shots were already being fired. Yap just jogged to the side and hefting his weapon onto the railing as he started to fire the thunderous C-10 at the approaching ships. "Zaat, cover the starboard side!" Bobbing her beak Zaat quickly ran across the deck and to the other side, but the time running let the boats get closer, and they were about to reach their ship. But Zaat was able to get two shots off - one a kill and one a near hit. But she screeched and dropped down as a round impacted the armor near her and spraying tiny slicing shrapnel across her back as the Sisterhood fighters leapt up and over the railing. The three that were awaiting her and the other guard smirked at the young Zaat as they drew out their poisoned blades.
"Lookat gurls," the lead female drawled, despite having a male in her little group, as the other female moved off to engage the male guard. "We got the precious Commodores daughter." Zaat, having set the rifle aside, just rolled her eyes as she flicked both her hands down and stomped one foot then the other to several clicks and clanks before her four Gel blades were extended and ready for combat. Zaat allowing herself a smirk at the slight surprise on the Sisterhood fighters faces as she beckoned for them to come at her, knowing that only one would be able to come at a time on the thin walk-way here.
The male moved in first, hissing as he clutched his blade tightly and made a full force stab toward Zaats gut. A quick back step to avoid the blade followed by an inside to outside sweep of Zaats' left wrist blade diverted the blade away from her body and made the male start to slide past her. But just as the male was starting to pull back Zaats left knee slammed into his gut and made him start to keel after as she pushed with her blocking blade to make him fall fully. Finally Zaat spun with her shove as she pivoted on her left foot and swept her right foot over the falling Kig-Yar before stabbing her foot blades deep into the back of the males skull. Thankfully after she was sure of her aim Zaat had spun her head around to watch the lead female as she had indeed moved once she had started to turn.
Yanking her foot blades out of the dead males skull Zaat raised up her right arm in defense as she pivoted again, bringing her right foot back while leaning back to miss the horizontal slash at her vocal sac. Her now raised right arm keeping the blade from coming back as she regained her footing and shoved forward with her left arm poised. The female was clearly not expecting this much speed and aggression, and could only look down as the blade was jammed into her gut before being twisted and sliced out sideways. As trained Zaat kept a neutral expression throughout the two kills to be added to her record as she shoved the dying female over to be ready to move to assist the male guard. But surprisingly he had actually managed to kill the female Sisterhood that had attacked him. But the Gel blades showed he had proper training, and a quick nod between the two was all that was needed before they tried to get a handle on what had happened on the rest of the ship.
But they turned around as they heard screaming and running from the fore of the patrol boat. A Sisterhood male, likely drug crazed, was currently running at them with two daggers raised. Zaat and the guard got into a defensive stance, but it soon proved unneeded as a loud boom from beside them, the male being thrown against the railing and nearly over it as Yap moved into the same walkway as Zaat and the guard with the smoking C-10 still held ready as he gave a genuine smile for once as he looked around. "And that's the last one, and that's my girl." Zaat just returned the smile as she started to clean off her blades before storing them as Yap held the C-10 in one hand and started to call out commands for the remaining guards, three having been lost in the battle.
"Loot and strip the Sisterhood bodies and then get them overboard, cant be polluting Aecor with clothing and their foul poison. Get our fallen in the same area so we can prepare for the last journey when we return. Then get a course set for the Keep - we have a public execution to set up of our captive, final voyages to prepare, and some of us have chicks to train!"
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