Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20150417202642/@comment-25975584-20150420015830

Eureka Enderborn wrote: A big no to that critarium sword and armor. If it doesn't melt at such an extreme temperature, how did you form it to make that stuff? How did you fit technology in it? The armor will have to be adamantium, and you'll have to be happy with a plasma sword.

The Avatar's equipment: nothing. He has a tight fitting shirt and pants, and a strange gold amulet. He relies on the natural superiority of a Razorbird, and the blessings of their God, Jiral. A Razorbird's superiority includes: really fast speed, flight, superior vision, as well as talons capable of shredding their way through most metal.

The God-king met the Avatar in a huge arena. Many species had gathered in the stands to watch the battle.

"What do you think?" The Avatar called to you. "I had my spies tell the Galaxy everything. You're as universally hated as I am now! How does it feel? I see you brought an awful lot of fancy technology. Well, fancy for your standards. Compensating for something? I think so. A God needs no technology, no biological enhancements. This was the final confirmation I needed. You are no God. You're a pathetic upstart who wants to play with the big boys. 'Daddy, daddy, I want to be a ruler when I grow up!' How adorable. If you want to play with a ruler, come and play!"

I will now give you a chance for a retort before the battle begins. "I am not compensating little birdy, I AM WAR AND I AM DEATH INCARNATE. I wear this armor and bear these weapons because I can take the souls of idiots like you to the nine circles of hell faster! Now if you really are protected by your god, take off your pretty amulet! I can tell it's a shield generator, now little birdy before I shove you in a pot and cook you for dinner, please tell me how you expect me to fall for your pathetic tricks!"