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With This Ring (Young Justice SI) (Thread Fourteen)

But... Since it's a fanfiction they could write you however they want. ;)

They could even have you defeated by perfectly normal man who's only power is that he's perfectly normal.

Except that would be stupid, since even if they write the character however they want having him be defeated by a perfectly normal guy would be extremely stupid.

It would be as stupid as that time Deathstroke curbstomped the League.

If he has his ring and is somehow defeated by an average Joe then it would be bad writing, since a guy with a power ring being defeated by an average Joe is just stupid.

Yes it has happened in the comics where seemingly powerless people have defeated others that are much, much more powerful than them, but it's still bad writing more often than not.
 
Except that would be stupid, since even if they write the character however they want having him be defeated by a perfectly normal guy would be extremely stupid.

It would be as stupid as that time Deathstroke curbstomped the League.

If he has his ring and is somehow defeated by an average Joe then it would be bad writing, since a guy with a power ring being defeated by an average Joe is just stupid.

Yes it has happened in the comics where seemingly powerless people have defeated others that are much, much more powerful than them, but it's still bad writing more often than not.
Then they can just write Paul as less powerful then he is shown in Zoat's story. ;)

Or give Perfectly Normal man the ability to make everything around him perfectly normal too so Paul's everything stops working when he tries to fight him. ;)
 
Except that would be stupid, since even if they write the character however they want having him be defeated by a perfectly normal guy would be extremely stupid.

It would be as stupid as that time Deathstroke curbstomped the League.

If he has his ring and is somehow defeated by an average Joe then it would be bad writing, since a guy with a power ring being defeated by an average Joe is just stupid.

Yes it has happened in the comics where seemingly powerless people have defeated others that are much, much more powerful than them, but it's still bad writing more often than not.
Didn't Paul lose to bane who was pretty much a normal buff man at the time?
 
He still lost to normal man, that was just the writing at work to make a normal man win

There's an example from the comics I liked.

Amos Fortune is a Justice League villain who mastered luck. At first it was supposed to be technology, but it was being treated as magic in this appearance, he had the Wizard help him with the luck energy.

By giving luck to Wildcat, he enabled a mindcontrolled Wildcat to defeat Flash and then Alan in hand to hand combat.

So he just got lucky.
 
Then they can just write Paul as less powerful then he is shown in Zoat's story. ;)

Or give Perfectly Normal man the ability to make everything around him perfectly normal too so Paul's everything stops working when he tries to fight him. ;)

Power rings technically are normal in the DC universe.

If the guy is able to alter reality around him then he's not a normal guy.

He still lost to normal man, that was just the writing at work to make a normal man win

Bane, even without his drugs, is still an extremely strong guy.
 
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Power rings technically are normal in the DC universe.

If the guy is able to alter reality around him then he's not a normal guy.
I think there was a tale in the SCP resurrection canon where there was a 'Normal' kid who wasn't affected by anomalies which are normal to the SCP canon.

Bane, even without his drugs, is still an extremely strong guy.
Strong yes, but still just a normal guy.
 
Warhammered (part 2)
I know roughly where I am
But I have no idea when I am


The knight's surcoat is quartered red and blue, which probably means something to someone who knows about heraldry. His shield has a red background with a golden… Snake? Embossed on it. I can't see any sort of retinue which suggests 'Bretonnia' rather than 'The Empire'… I think? I would expect a knight to at least have a small retinue. I could ask the ring what language he's speaking, but without a record to compare it to it wouldn't mean all that much.

I take the sorceress's delight in petty cruelties and replace it with one for petty kindnesses.

Why isn't he advancing? Is it because I'm not threatening one of the locals? Or-. Ah. There's no obvious way for him to actually get to the boat. He could probably wade to the boat in full plate if he wanted, but the tide is turning and his footing would be uncertain. Plus he'd be completely open to any crossbow bolts fired by the crew. He could grab one of the small fishing boats, but that would involve even more difficulty. I doubt that he knows how to use one.

"Might I ask your name, sir knight?"

"I am Mallobaude du Carcassonne, Questing Knight sworn to the Lady!"

That clears that up. I'm in Bret-. No… Wait.

"I realise that you are obliged to follow the Lady's signs wherever the quest takes you, but are we actually in Bretonnia?"

"Are you a fool as well as a Hellspawn?"

"More ignorant than foolish, though I'm sure I have my moments. And if I could beg you for the date?"

"The year is fifteen thirty one, it is the thirteenth day of the month of Vendémiaire, we are in the Duchy of Mousillon and I will have your head!"

"Thank you! Though I'm not clear why you want my head?"

"You are a daemon!"

"No I'm not." I point to the elves-. I reinforce the bonds which were starting to fade a little. "They just assumed I was because it was the only point of reference they had."

"Come over here and say that!"

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

The sorceress shakes her head as she tries to make sense of her own partially-rewritten motivations. I can see that her desires are not meshing at all, and that's probably making her profoundly conflicted.

"If you are not a daemon, then what are you?"

"Oh, just some random mon-keigh-"

The captain isn't quite able to prevent himself from letting out an exhalation of shocked amusement.

"-with a potent artefact."

"A mon-keigh!" Seeing that I've already noticed he doesn't bother concealing his delight at the idea. "At least you know your place!"

"A what?"

Right, the translation isn't mutual. "Mon-keigh. It's an elven word meaning 'lesser intelligent species'. Basically anything that isn't an Old One, a slann or an elf."

"You are a man."

"Yes. I spotted this reaver ship as it came in and decided to stop it."

The knight's eyes dim a little. "Very well. Bring the picaroon here, that I may slay them as the Lady commands."

"You are.. lawfully able to sentence and execute criminals?"

"Verily."

"Okay, slight problem there. I've already offered them parole."

"You have no authority to do so!"

"I didn't think there was any authority in the area! Look, I offered them a choice between death at my hand, death at-" I gesture to him with my right arm. "-your hand, as it turns out, and my altering their minds in order to make them less evil."

"It matters little whose hand wields the blade, but how can their misdeeds and crimes be paid for if not with their deaths?!"

"Is that an actual question, or are you stating that they can't be?"

He hefts his sword in the half-handing hold.

"I will slay you for your impudence, cur!"

"That seems unlikely. Ah, one moment." I turn back to the corsairs. "Did anyone actually want to be handed over to the local authorities?"

No one moves.

"Just to be clear, you're choosing between annihilation at my hand and…" I look at the sorceress, then turn back to Mallobaude. "Could you possibly wait until I've finished one as an example?"

"One what?!"

"The way I see it, killing a slaver doesn't free those they abducted or resurrect those they slew. In the same way that if you put a debtor in prison they're never going to be able to earn enough money to pay off their debt. A better approach would be one in which they were able to pay off their debt to society through productive work."

"You would commute their death sentence to one of labour!?"

"I would effectively be-. Look. Could you wait until after I've finished? Nothing I'm doing would make it impossible for you to kill them afterwards, and you'll be able to get a better idea of the result of what I'm doing."

"You invade the lands of Bretonnia, steal my rightful quarry and ask that I await your pleasure?! Nay, churl, you shall satisfy me now!"

He thrusts the point of his sword into the ground.

"I challenge you to single combat!"

The sword glows and whow. It's like.. I'm in a tunnel, the edge distorting the rest of the universe like a… Concave lens. I lose contact with my constructs immediately, and… No, can't get through.

"You shall not escape me now!"

And the 'back' of the tunnel is being pulled in, forcing me to come closer to him.

"True, but the corsairs almost certainly will." I focus, and orange plate armour appears around me. "Because you have no way to catch them."

"It matters not! The Lady is with me! I shall never back down! I shall never falter in my devotion!"

"Okay, no." I stop being pushed towards him when I'm about five metres away, and he draws his sword from the ground and takes a stance. "Is there any way I could persuade you into not doing this?"

"Insult has been given and insult will be answered! Draw your weapon!"

I land and send bands of orange light into the ground. They surround a column under the ground just in front of him and send it into subspace, a construct arch being the only thing supporting the topsoil. And then I hold out my right hand and create sword and shield constructs.

"Alright. If you insist. Come at me, Sir Mallobaude."

Eyes fixed on mine he advances, and then disappears straight down. I take the excavated soil out of subspace and pour it into the hole, burying him up to his neck in loose soil.

"Craven coward!"

"It's hardly my fault that you didn't check your footing." I look around and the 'challenge arena' fades away, and the corsairs are hurriedly making sail. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a sentence to carry out. I'll come back to free you once I've finished."
 
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Ok, I'm confused. Definitely not a franchise I'm familiar with.
 
I know roughly where I am
But I have no idea when I am


The knight's surcoat is quartered red and blue, which probably means something to someone who knows about heraldry. His shield has a red background with a golden… Snake? Embossed on it. I can't see any sort of retinue which suggests 'Bretonnia' rather than 'The Empire'… I think? I would expect a knight to at least have a small retinue. I could ask the ring what language he's speaking, but without a record to compare it to it wouldn't mean all that much.
Still doubt the man will be much of a threat. Unless he's got some magic ability to bypass environmental shields.

I take the sorceress's delight in petty cruelties and replace it with one for petty kindnesses.

Why isn't he advancing? Is it because I'm not threatening one of the locals? Or-. Ah. There's no obvious way for him to actually get to the boat. He could probably wade to the boat in full plate if he wanted, but the tide is turning and his footing would be uncertain. Plus he'd be completely open to any crossbow bolts fired by the crew. He could grab one of the small fishing boats, but that would involve even more difficulty. I doubt that he knows how to use one.
That would be beneath a man of his rank. That sort of thing is for peasants!

"Might I ask your name, sir knight?"

"I am Mallobaude du Carcassonne, Questing Knight sworn to the Lady!"
Bretonnian, then. Oh, this is going to be annoying, if he's full of courtly language...

That clears that up. I'm in Bret-. No… Wait.

"I realise that you are obliged to follow the Lady's signs wherever the quest takes you, but are we actually in Bretonnia?"
A very good question. Questing knights will go anywhere their visions lead them, even into the forests Athel Loren or into the crass lands of the Reiklanders.

"Are you a fool as well as a Hellspawn?"

"More ignorant that foolish, though I'm sure I have my moments. And if I could beg you for the date?"
He's actually asking that? Boy, you really love your timestamps, huh? :p

"The year is fifteen thirty one, it is the thirteenth day of month of Vendémiaire, we are in the Duchy of Mousillon and I will have your head!"
Mousillion, for the curious. Pretty much the muddy arse-end of Bretonnia. Plenty of wandering undead, and some Vampires.

"Thank you! Though I'm not clear why you want my head?"

"You are a daemon!"

"No I'm not." I point to the elves-. I reinforce the bonds which were starting to fade a little. "They just assumed I was because it was the only point of reference they had."
The alternative was some unfamiliar kind of Wizard, and as they said last chapter, he's not touched by the Winds of Magic like any living thing of this world. Meaning he's technically soulless here.

"Come over here and say that!"

"I don't think that would be a good idea."
Still just a guy with a sharpened bar of metal, and maybe a little innate magic (not that he'd call it that.) No big threat, except to Paul's patience.

The sorceress shakes her head as she tried to make sense of her own partially-rewritten motivations. I can see that her desires are not meshing at all, and that's probably making her profoundly conflicted.
Ah, now we see what you meant by 'getting it right is mid-tier'. Sloppy first try, and she's shaking it off as her soul tries to reboot her desires.

"If you are not a daemon, then what are you?"

"Oh, just some random mon-keigh-"

The captain isn't quite able to prevent himself from letting out an exhalation of shocked amusement.
Because of course the Elven language is the same as 40K's Eldar... Blame the lazy writers of Warhammer...

"-with a potent artefact."

"A mon-keigh!" Seeing that I've already noticed he doesn't bother concealing his delight at the idea. "At least you know your place!"
And yet you're the one on his knees. Not seeing the irony here, Captain?

"A what?"

Right, the translation isn't mutual. "Mon-keigh. It's an elven word meaning 'lesser intelligent species'. Basically anything that isn't an Old One, a slann or an elf."
Not that sir knight cares for the tongues of 'pointy-eared louts and blackguards'.

"You are a man."

"Yes. I spotted this reaver ship as it came in and decided to stop it."

The knight's eyes dim a little. "Very well. Bring the picaroon here, that I may slay them as the Lady commands."
Well, at least the battle-lust has cleared a little. And that is an amazing insult.:D

"You are.. lawfully able to sentence and execute criminals?"

"Verily."

"Okay, slight problem there. I've already offered them parole."
I suspect sir knight will have issues with that decision...

"You have no authority to do so!"

"I didn't think there was any authority in the area! Look, I offered them a choice between death at my hand, death at-" I gesture to him with my right arm. "-your hand, as it turns out, and my altering their minds in order to make them less evil."

"It matters little whose hand wields the blade, but how can their misdeeds and crimes be paid for if not with their deaths?!"
Oh, boy. A battle of philosophy? At least he's not waving his pigsticker around as much...

"Is that an actual question, or are you stating that they can't be?"

He hefts his sword in the half-handing hold.

"I will slay you for your impudence, cur!"
Ah, nope. He's not in a talking mood, I see. Man's got a short fuse.

"That seems unlikely. Ah, one moment." I turn back to the corsairs. "Did anyone actually want to be handed over to the local authorities?"

No one moves.
Yeah, the crew's not going to take that offer...

"Just to be clear, you're choosing between annihilation at my hand and…" I look at the sorceress, then turn back to Mallobaude. "Could you possibly wait until I've finished one as an example?"

"One what?!"
Now, now, they may not be humans, but they're still people. Bad, bad people, but still...

"The way I see it, killing a slaver doesn't free those they abducted or resurrect those they slew. In the same way that if you put a debtor in prison they've never going to be able to earn enough money to pay off their debt. A better approach would be one in which they were able to pay off their debt to society through productive work."

"You would commute their death sentence to one of labour!?"
Look, I know you want to facepalm, sir knight, but please refrain, you'll dent your helmet.

"I would effectively be-. Look. Could you wait until after I've finished? Nothing I'm doing would make it impossible for you to kill them afterwards, and you'll be able to get a better idea of the result of what I'm doing."

"You invade the lands of Bretonnia, steal my rightful quarry and ask that I await your pleasure?! Nay, churl, you shall satisfy me now!"
Boy, that's not a good sign. Hope he's in good shape, otherwise he's going to pop a blood vessel.

He thrusts the point of his sword into the ground.

"I challenge you to single combat!"

The sword glows and whow. It's like.. I'm in a tunnel, the edge distorting the rest of the universe like a… Concave lens. I lose contact with my constructs immediately, and… No, can't get through.
:eek: ...What.

"You shall not escape me now!"

And the 'back' of the tunnel is being pulled in, forcing me to come closer to him.
Oh, wow, the good old Challenge between characters. It's like the world is actually running in 5th edition rules.

"True, but the corsairs almost certainly will." I focus, and orange plate armour appears around me. "Because you have no way to catch them."

"It matters not! The Lady is with me! I shall never back down! I shall never falter in my devotion!"
Man, that must get annoying after a while. He really likes the sound of his own voice, huh?

"Okay, no." I stop being pushed towards him when I'm about five metres away, and he draws his sword from the ground and takes a stance. "Is there any way I could persuade you into not doing this?"

"Insult has been given and insult will be answered! Draw your weapon!"
Oh, you have no idea what you;re in for, do you. here's a hint: he already has it drawn.

I land and send bands of orange light into the ground. They surround a column under the ground just in front of him and sent it into subspace, a construct arch being the only thing supporting the topsoil. And then I hold out my right hand and create sword and shield constructs.

"Alright. If you insist. Come at me, Sir Mallobaude."
Three steps ahead. Classic Zoat.

Eyes fixed on mine he advances, and then disappear straight down. I take the excavated soil out of subspace and pour it into the hole, burying him up to his neck in loose soil.

"Craven coward!"

"It's hardly my fault that you didn't check your footing." I look around and the 'challenge arena' fades away, and the corsairs are hurriedly making sail. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a sentence to carry out. I'll come back to free you once I've finished."
And that is not going to improve his mood at all. I can just imagine the Dark Elves soaking in Hope right now...

Entertaining. It's like no-one's ever run into advanced technology before... Oh, wait. Well, at least not in this part of the world - There's probably a few lost artifacts in the Realms of Chaos, like bolters and power armour, to be had...
 
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Ok, I'm confused. Definitely not a franchise I'm familiar with.

Its Warhammer Fantasy bro. OL's in Brettonia which is basically the land of French King Arthur. Super simplified, its a land where peasants have to donate 95% of their earnings to their local nobility. Of that nobility, if they gots a penis, they're a knight. What kind of knight varies based on their experience and age. Our friend Sir Mallobaude is a Questing Knight which is basically second from the top in terms of Knight hierarchy and whose purpose in life is to do good until the Lady (Lady of the Lake expy) decides he's worthy to become a Grail Knight and drink from the Grail turning them into Captain America (Captain Brettonia?). Problem is that loads of Questing Knights will spend literally their entire lives and not be found worthy. So, dependent on the author, if OL hadn't steeped in, Mallobaude could technically be badass enough to take on the entire reaving party himself because Questing Knight.
 
Gods I hope this continues tomorrow.

Otherworld (Story Only)
13th Vendémiaire 1531
Warhammered (part 1)
Warhammered (part 2)
22nd April 2012
Otherworld (part 1)
Otherworld (part 2)
Otherworld (part 3)

Unfortunately, it doesn't.

He's been the whole way around. Wink wink nudge nudge.

Thank you for dissecting my joke. My heartfelt gratitude.
 
Entertaining. It's like no-one's ever run into advanced technology before... Oh, wait. Well, at least not in this part of the world - There's probably a few lost artifacts in the Realms of Chaos, like bolters and power armour, to be had...
One of GW's official campaigns had a relic that was basically a power fist.
 
Ah, now we see what you meant by 'getting it right is mid-tier'. Sloppy first try, and she's shaking it off as her soul tries to reboot her desires.

In fairness she is a magic user, so it's not that surprising she'd be able to shake off the effects.

Because of course the Elven language is the same as 40K's Eldar... Blame the lazy writers of Warhammer...

Well it could be that just some words are universal for Elves, even if they come from different times and universes.

Though it's probably lazy writing.

Not that sir knight cares for the tongues of 'pointy-eared louts and blackguards'.

If they're arrogant bastards that consider humans to be amusing animals at best, then you really can't blame him for not caring about them all that much.

Ah, nope. He's not in a talking mood, I see. Man's got a short fuse.

Paul just has that effect on people.

Now, now, they may not be humans, but they're still people. Bad, bad people, but still...

I prefer to think of them as rabid dogs that can talk.

Man, that must get annoying after a while. He really likes the sound of his own voice, huh?

A trait he and the various versions of Paul share.

Maybe they can become friends over their mutual love of their own voices.

Gilgamesh and Ozymandias managed to become friends in Fate despite the fact that they're both extremely arrogant, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities for this Paul and the knight can also become friends.
 
A trait he and the various versions of Paul share.

Maybe they can become friends over their mutual love of their own voices.

Gilgamesh and Ozymandias managed to become friends in Fate despite the fact that they're both extremely arrogant, so it's not out of the realm of possibilities for this Paul and the knight can also become friends.
Judging by Mr Zoat's words that Paul will inspire him, they will become friends, or at least allies.
 
As interesting it is to actually see something different i would like to note the internal monologue of someone who woke up on a deathworld an hour ago with a ring to someone who has been dealing with cosmic threats with one for over a year is far too similar. Like unless someone has a neurological disorder that causes them to not feel fear its just completely unrealistic.
 

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