Cavadus

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    Cavadus got a reaction from Jungels for a blog entry, Imperial Dragonknight Planning   
    Set Bonus Ideas: http://elderscrollsonline.wiki.fextralife.com/Heavy+Armor+Sets
     
    Alessia's Bulwark Set

    LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
    (2 items) Adds 1935 Physical Resistance
    (3 items) Adds 1064 Max Health
    (4 items) Adds 1935 Physical Resistance
    (5 items) When you take damage from a melee attack, you have a 15% chance to reduce attacker's Weapon Damage by 10% for 5 seconds
     
    Night Mother's Gaze Set

    LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
    (2 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
    (3 items) Adds 129 Weapon Damage
    (4 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
    (5 items) Critical attacks also reduce the target's Physical Resistance by 2580 for 6 seconds.
     
    Hunding's Rage Set

    LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
    (2 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
    (3 items) Adds 967 Max Stamina
    (4 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
    (5 items) Increase Weapon Damage by 299.
     
    Ashen Grip Set

    LEVEL 50 CHAMPION 160
    (2 items) Adds 1064 Max Health
    (3 items) Adds 129 Weapon Damage
    (4 items) Adds 688 Weapon Critical
    (5 items) When you deal diret melee damage, you have a 10% chance to breath fire to all enemies in front of you for 1544 Flame Damage. This effect can occur once every 4 seconds.
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    Cavadus got a reaction from Bikerb12 for a blog entry, Career Opportunities   
    "Carian Spurius, was SIGINT able to dig up the personnel files and home-of-record information on the joes I requested?"
     
    "Roger that, sir. I've already e-mailed'em over to you."
     
    "Roger, carian. How many do we have here now?"
     
    After a small delay, "Ahhh, just one, sir."
     
    Max swiveled his rusty office chair around. His computer had gone to sleep and required some random interaction to wake up. He tapped the menu key and it got stuck.
     
    This fucking key.
     
    He pulled open the drawer and went digging around for his mulit-tool and proceeded to pop it off. He always seemed to fat-finger it at the most inopportune times.
     
    With his computer awake and ready to roll Max checked his mail and found around thirty e-mails each with a military service record, a few photos, and the last known home of record.
     
    Perusing the list brought back quite a few memories of his past service.
     
    I thought he was dead.
     
    She died in a roller accident a few years ago? Damn shame.
     
    This joker deserved to die. Damn shame he's still alive.
     
    He's got too large of a family.
     
    Ah, there he is.
     
    Formerly a commander in the Earth Military Coalition and later a lieutenant colonel in the Earth Republic, a lot had happened to Max in the past ten years. All of his current efforts were on building a new organization at the behest of, well, he didn't even know. He didn't even care.
     
    Goddam does it feel good to wear a uniform again.
     
    The E-Rep's dossier included information about current whereabouts. After resigning his commission, reasons redacted of course, Cavadus had opted to join up with DynCorp, the only pre-Pale War private military contractor left on Terra as far as Max knew. Cavadus's last recorded area of activity was the Topeka Badlands.
     
    DynCorp asked for way-the-fuck too much to buy Cavadus out of his contract but he's disillusioned enough. I think. Did he even like or respect me? I barely remember the guy. Definitely not Primus Pilus material at the moment. Or maybe he is. Nevermind.
     
    Max pressed down the intercom, "Send him in, carian." "Send him in, carian." "Carian, send him i--."
     
    Oh, for fuck's sake.
     
    "SEND HIM IN!" shouted an irritated Max.
     
    In stepped a man somewhere slightly north of thirty-five years old, somewhat larger than average build, a bit over 1.8 meters, with a full beard.
     
    That beard: completely unprofessional.
     
    "They let you keep that thing in DynCorp?" barked Max.
     
    "Ummm, the beard?" responded a completely caught-off-guard Gaius.
     
    "Yeah, the beard."
     
    "You know how it is once you get out, sir. It's nice to give the face a break."
     
    Max was amused at the effect he was having on Gaius. "Well captain, what the hell have you been up to?"
     
    "Payin' bills, sir."
     
    "Y'know, you never struck me as the type."
     
    "Respectfully, sir, you hardly knew me."
     
    "I heard a lot about that fucked up sense of humor you have."
     
    Gaius had to chuckle at that. Max was right on the money.
     
    "Anyways," Max prepared to launch into it when Gaius interjected.
     
    "Colonel, I know why I'm here."
     
    "It's legate now, " Max corrected him.
     
    "I'm in."
     
    Now Max was the one caught off guard.
     
    "Captain, you don't know shit about this operation, what we're fighting for, or who supports us."
     
    If anyone supports us, Max worried.
     
    "Sir, you may barely remember me but I remember you. I remember that chicken shit posting out in bumfuck Storm Divide. I remember how you were treated the first few years after we all transitioned from the EMC to the E-Rep. And I have kept up on the news about you. Hell, had I been near Columbia at the time I'd have voted for you under the Terra Prima party."
     
    Max winced. He hated the memory of the Terra Prima movement. Or, to be concise, at the distorted memory fed to the public and it's treatment and suppression by the E-Rep.
     
    Fuckin' fuckers, Max thought to himself.
     
    Max drew a deep breath, "Captain, I'd rather throw a saddle on a gift horse than look it in the mouth. I'm currently building an independent military united called the 47th Legion. You're familiar with Terra Prima, we're not mercs, and we're hear to kick some E-Rep ass. All told I need roughly four-thousand warm bodies to get to maximum strength. There isn't a helluva lot of talent laying around to be picked up so I won't mask the desperation and it doesn't seem like I have to."
     
    Max continued.
     
    "It's not the premiere post but I have a leadership position open for you. I've got a section lead position available."
     
    Max could see the insult's effect and the bewildered look on Gaius' face.
     
    Wait for it...
     
    "I'm just fuckin' with ya, captain. At ease. Commanding officer post for a century but," and there's always a but, thought Gaius, "you'll need to XO for few weeks under a centurion to get acclimated."
     
    Gaius was curious, "So I assume a centurion is equivalent to a captain but what exactly is a century equivalent to, sir?"
     
    "You were originally cavalry, correct?"
     
    "You ain't cav, you ain't shit, sir,! beamed Gaius.
     
    Max rolled his eyes.
     
    Those cavalry assholes are worse than jarheads.
     
    "Anyways, same difference as a troop. Cohort is a squadron. Legion could be best described as a brigade combat team," explained Max.
     
    That was about what Gaius expected.
     
    "Got it, sir."
     
    He's ready, Max thought to himself.
     
    "Report to Vexillarian Campbell. He'll get you up to speed and, assuming you both perform to standard, you two will be taking over 3rd Century together."
     
    Gaius was ready to leave this office.
     
    "Anything else you need from me, sir?"
     
    Smiling, Max quickly replied, "Yeah, shave that rug off your face. That's an order, optio," and with that Gaius stood up at attention. Before leaving Max offered a handshake, Gaius took it, and left the room.
     
    Legate Maximillian Labienus, veteran of the Pale War, commander in the EMC, lieutenant colonel in the E-Rep, mashed the intercom button down.
     
    "Carian Spurius, Gaius Cavadus is in. Complete his in-processing. He'll be entering at optio but only for train-up. We need him as a century lead pronto."
     
    Silence. Max mashed the transmit button down again.
     
    "Carian Spurius...?"
     
    I've got a crate of EGO implants but can't even get a working intercom. What the fuck, thought Max.
     
    "SPURIUS!"
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    Cavadus reacted to Brutus for a blog entry, 4th Delta   
    Thunderclaps smacked across the landscape and the occasional flash of lightning threatened to expose the crawling trooper. "Fuckin' A..!" the man mentally cursed as he pulled himself across a fallen log. It had taken him 45 minutes just to get up the hill. He was way behind the schedule and he knew it. Fourth Delta was moving in and he was not in position. The unexpected bandit camp he encountered had cost him valuable time and put him behind the eight ball. His squad was on the move and had no overwatch...
     
    Five minutes later, he reached his assigned spot and laid his rifle upon the soaking wet ground. A quick look through the scope confirmed his worst expectations... Fourth Delta was engaging the enemy and he was too late. Biker and Dragon both were engaged in hand to hand with the sentries. Djinfyre, with blade in hand, moved in to assist his squad leader. "Get him Jeannie.." the soldier thought as he scanned the area. It didn't take long for the two of them to made short work of the poor bastard.
     
    Biker had his situation under control as well..wrapping his arm around his targets throat, he slide his blade deep within the bandits vital parts. The man twitched several time before finally passing on to the great beyond. "Jesus tits Margret..!" the man thought as he spotted the Blaster upon the roof. His first target moved to the railing and pulled the rpg he carried up to his shoulder. CRACK... sounded across the battlefield momentarily before the enemy executed a half flip across the railing and fell to the ground. "About time.." quipped Biker as he moved to his next target.
     
    A second blaster ran across the platform and started to draw a beed upon Dragon and Djinfyre. "Not today bitch!" muttered the sniper as he sent a round down range. "Damn, I love my job!".. the man thought immediately after the tangos head exploded. "Glad to see you decide to join the fight!" Dragon said. "Sorry boss.. was on a soda run!.."Brutus replied.
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    Cavadus reacted to Brutus for a blog entry, Promotions suck!   
    The Bug 'n' Chug was in full swing with tunes blaring across the hills and booze flowing freely. Fourth Delta was in the house and raising hell. "Biker.. you suck!" Brutus yelled at his friend before bursting into a drunken cackle. "That's Duplicarian Biker to you." the man slurred. After a slight pause he tossed in "Bitch!" before breaking into laughter himself. "Oh my god! Fourth Delta will never be the same.. the top hat is gone!" Brutus bellowed back in pretend lamentation. "What the fuck will I aim at now!" The two troopers both laughed like the drunk bastards they were.
     
    Neither of them noticed the Irathient waitress or Dragonsoul closing on their table. The female place her hand upon Brutus' shoulder. When he turned his head and looked up, he yelled "Kaylissin!" before wrapping an arm around the young womans waist. As the female alien let him pull her closer, the man slid his hand lower and cupped her ass just as Dragonsoul reached their table. "That might get you a sexual harassment charge Brutus." the troopers squad leader stated as he pulled up a chair. "Oh it's sexual alright." Kaylissin said with a smirk upon her face. "Just ask him in the morning which one of us got harassed."
     
    "Hey Kayliss.. I wanna know something." Biker blurted. "Does his face paint turn you on?" the man asked, referring to the skull Brutus habitually wore upon his face. The woman pulled Brutus' sunglasses from atop his ball cap and placed them upon her face. "Hell no. If he'd take that shtako off, I'd do him in about 2.5 seconds." she retorted before pulling away and heading off to replenish their drinks. The three Legionaries once again laughed their asses off, knowing good and well that the woman would once again be rocking Brutus' world that night.
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    Cavadus got a reaction from Bikerb12 for a blog entry, Career Opportunities   
    "Carian Spurius, was SIGINT able to dig up the personnel files and home-of-record information on the joes I requested?"
     
    "Roger that, sir. I've already e-mailed'em over to you."
     
    "Roger, carian. How many do we have here now?"
     
    After a small delay, "Ahhh, just one, sir."
     
    Max swiveled his rusty office chair around. His computer had gone to sleep and required some random interaction to wake up. He tapped the menu key and it got stuck.
     
    This fucking key.
     
    He pulled open the drawer and went digging around for his mulit-tool and proceeded to pop it off. He always seemed to fat-finger it at the most inopportune times.
     
    With his computer awake and ready to roll Max checked his mail and found around thirty e-mails each with a military service record, a few photos, and the last known home of record.
     
    Perusing the list brought back quite a few memories of his past service.
     
    I thought he was dead.
     
    She died in a roller accident a few years ago? Damn shame.
     
    This joker deserved to die. Damn shame he's still alive.
     
    He's got too large of a family.
     
    Ah, there he is.
     
    Formerly a commander in the Earth Military Coalition and later a lieutenant colonel in the Earth Republic, a lot had happened to Max in the past ten years. All of his current efforts were on building a new organization at the behest of, well, he didn't even know. He didn't even care.
     
    Goddam does it feel good to wear a uniform again.
     
    The E-Rep's dossier included information about current whereabouts. After resigning his commission, reasons redacted of course, Cavadus had opted to join up with DynCorp, the only pre-Pale War private military contractor left on Terra as far as Max knew. Cavadus's last recorded area of activity was the Topeka Badlands.
     
    DynCorp asked for way-the-fuck too much to buy Cavadus out of his contract but he's disillusioned enough. I think. Did he even like or respect me? I barely remember the guy. Definitely not Primus Pilus material at the moment. Or maybe he is. Nevermind.
     
    Max pressed down the intercom, "Send him in, carian." "Send him in, carian." "Carian, send him i--."
     
    Oh, for fuck's sake.
     
    "SEND HIM IN!" shouted an irritated Max.
     
    In stepped a man somewhere slightly north of thirty-five years old, somewhat larger than average build, a bit over 1.8 meters, with a full beard.
     
    That beard: completely unprofessional.
     
    "They let you keep that thing in DynCorp?" barked Max.
     
    "Ummm, the beard?" responded a completely caught-off-guard Gaius.
     
    "Yeah, the beard."
     
    "You know how it is once you get out, sir. It's nice to give the face a break."
     
    Max was amused at the effect he was having on Gaius. "Well captain, what the hell have you been up to?"
     
    "Payin' bills, sir."
     
    "Y'know, you never struck me as the type."
     
    "Respectfully, sir, you hardly knew me."
     
    "I heard a lot about that fucked up sense of humor you have."
     
    Gaius had to chuckle at that. Max was right on the money.
     
    "Anyways," Max prepared to launch into it when Gaius interjected.
     
    "Colonel, I know why I'm here."
     
    "It's legate now, " Max corrected him.
     
    "I'm in."
     
    Now Max was the one caught off guard.
     
    "Captain, you don't know shit about this operation, what we're fighting for, or who supports us."
     
    If anyone supports us, Max worried.
     
    "Sir, you may barely remember me but I remember you. I remember that chicken shit posting out in bumfuck Storm Divide. I remember how you were treated the first few years after we all transitioned from the EMC to the E-Rep. And I have kept up on the news about you. Hell, had I been near Columbia at the time I'd have voted for you under the Terra Prima party."
     
    Max winced. He hated the memory of the Terra Prima movement. Or, to be concise, at the distorted memory fed to the public and it's treatment and suppression by the E-Rep.
     
    Fuckin' fuckers, Max thought to himself.
     
    Max drew a deep breath, "Captain, I'd rather throw a saddle on a gift horse than look it in the mouth. I'm currently building an independent military united called the 47th Legion. You're familiar with Terra Prima, we're not mercs, and we're hear to kick some E-Rep ass. All told I need roughly four-thousand warm bodies to get to maximum strength. There isn't a helluva lot of talent laying around to be picked up so I won't mask the desperation and it doesn't seem like I have to."
     
    Max continued.
     
    "It's not the premiere post but I have a leadership position open for you. I've got a section lead position available."
     
    Max could see the insult's effect and the bewildered look on Gaius' face.
     
    Wait for it...
     
    "I'm just fuckin' with ya, captain. At ease. Commanding officer post for a century but," and there's always a but, thought Gaius, "you'll need to XO for few weeks under a centurion to get acclimated."
     
    Gaius was curious, "So I assume a centurion is equivalent to a captain but what exactly is a century equivalent to, sir?"
     
    "You were originally cavalry, correct?"
     
    "You ain't cav, you ain't shit, sir,! beamed Gaius.
     
    Max rolled his eyes.
     
    Those cavalry assholes are worse than jarheads.
     
    "Anyways, same difference as a troop. Cohort is a squadron. Legion could be best described as a brigade combat team," explained Max.
     
    That was about what Gaius expected.
     
    "Got it, sir."
     
    He's ready, Max thought to himself.
     
    "Report to Vexillarian Campbell. He'll get you up to speed and, assuming you both perform to standard, you two will be taking over 3rd Century together."
     
    Gaius was ready to leave this office.
     
    "Anything else you need from me, sir?"
     
    Smiling, Max quickly replied, "Yeah, shave that rug off your face. That's an order, optio," and with that Gaius stood up at attention. Before leaving Max offered a handshake, Gaius took it, and left the room.
     
    Legate Maximillian Labienus, veteran of the Pale War, commander in the EMC, lieutenant colonel in the E-Rep, mashed the intercom button down.
     
    "Carian Spurius, Gaius Cavadus is in. Complete his in-processing. He'll be entering at optio but only for train-up. We need him as a century lead pronto."
     
    Silence. Max mashed the transmit button down again.
     
    "Carian Spurius...?"
     
    I've got a crate of EGO implants but can't even get a working intercom. What the fuck, thought Max.
     
    "SPURIUS!"
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    Cavadus reacted to Bealin for a blog entry, Part 4: The Mission   
    The team assembles and gets on the chopper ready for mission deployment, the time is 0100, and the choppers are on their way to the drop zone. En route to the drop location the team looks at each other, reassuring themselves and their brothers in arms that they are ready for whatever comes. An hour later they arrive at the drop location, the choppers land and the team departs towards their mission objective. The choppers will remain at this location until they receive the extraction order from the team.
     
    The team has now reached the compound, a well fortified stone fortress, surrounded by very high stone walls, and made up of stone carved structures, which make it difficult to penetrate with satellites to detect heat signatures. The team carefully planning their route now with the hostiles they can see. There are 2 guards at the entrance, 2 of the team members will get into position near the entrance to remove the bodies of the 2 guards, while the other 2 team members take them out from a distance. The team makes their way into the compound and approaches the nearest building, from here they will proceed indoors to their first objective. They need to get to the communications room and disable their systems, this way no alarms can be set off. As the team makes its way through the structures towards the communications room they encounter no resistance, a strange sensation goes through Bealin's stomach, like a bad gut feeling that something isn't right. The team arrives at the comm room only to find it has already been cleared out or moved, "something is definitely wrong here", Bealin replies. Then they hear a voice coming from a megaphone in the compound square, "Hello American Soldiers, I know you are here and I have what your looking for. But if you want him alive you will have to surrender to us." The team begins to panic, as this is their first mission and nobody had planned for this scenario. This group knew they were coming, how could they have known. The team quietly makes their way to a window to see what is going on in the square. The hostage is on his knees in front of the man with the megaphone, who is surrounded by several dozen well armed men. Bealin says to the team, "That one with the megaphone looks quite odd, I've never seen anyone like that, silver/white long hair, very pale skin, and those clothes, like nothing I've ever seen before." The man with the megaphone then speaks again, "Since you have come all this way for this, useless excuse for a human being, let me make this much easier......*pulls out a shiny metal handle, which then produces a very bright glowing blue like blade of some sort*, for me that is.....*then slices off the hostages head*, ha ha ha ha!!, now FIND THEM and KILL THEM ALL!" The few dozen well armed men then start screaming and running towards all the buildings in search of the team.
     
    "What the fuck was that!", says one of the team.
     
    "I ain't ever seen shit like that before, who the hell is this guy?!", says another.
     
    Bealin replies, "Shit he just killed our objective, we need to get the fuck out of here, call in the gunships immediately!"
     
    The radioman tries to contact the gunships, but receives no response, either the transmission is being jammed, or they are no longer there. "No go sir, I can't contact them, we are on our own".
     
    Bealin replies, "Move out men, head back the way we came in, kill anything that moves, go go go!"
     
    The team then begins to make their way back the way they came in, coming into contact with hostiles at every turn. All of a sudden the team is under fire from behind, Bealin yells, "Take cover!", the team splits off left and right, however the man taking up the rear never moves, he was killed as soon as the first shots came in from the rear. The team is now under heavy fire on two fronts, seemingly trapped in their current location. Bealin then orders the two men on the right side, "Each of you take a grenade out, throw 1 in each direction, after the boom we head out the way we were going, on 3.....3,2,1, go go go!" The two men toss their grenades, wait for the boom, then the first man heads out, followed by Bealin, then the 3rd man. They make it a few rooms closer to the buildings exit, which is then a good 30 feet from the only way in or out of the compound. The first man peeks out the door really quick to scout the area, just as he pulls himself back in a grenade lands at his feet, he yells "Grenade! and jumps on it to protect the other 2 men, *BOOM!*", Bealin yells, "Pull back this way is blocked, we gotta find another way out!", as they pull back Bealin toss's a grenade back at the entrance to collapse it and prevent anyone from coming in the way. They head back to the next room, and just as they enter they are hit with a volley of bullets from the adjacent doorway. The man in front of Bealin is hit and falls back onto Bealin pinning him on the ground. Bealin's sees the men approaching, feels up to his dead comrades chest, grabs a grenade, pulls the pin and toss's it towards the approaching men, *BOOM!*. he rolls his dead team mate off of him, gets back to his feet, checks his ammo, grabs the clips and remaining grenades from his now dead friends corpse. Then says to himself, "I need to get to high ground, and possibly scale this damn wall to get out of here". Bealin then begins to look for the nearest roof access, he heads back to the comm room, there must be a ladder to the roof there for antenna access. Once Bealin gets to the comm room, he see's this pale man with the glowing blue blade standing there, as if he expected him to show up. Without any hesitation the pale man lunges towards Bealin, swinging the blue blade from above his head, Bealin reacts and puts his rifle in front as if to block it, the blade slices right through the gun like it was nothing. Bealin then quickly grabs his sidearm, and puts a few rounds into the pale man's chest as he falls back onto the ground. The pale man falls onto his knees, struggling to speak or stand. Bealin gets up and approaches him, then says "Who are you? What are you? Why did you do this?", the pale man simply replies, "I am only the beginning, for the end is on its way". He then starts to laugh as he falls over and dies. Bealin then makes a break for the ladder to the roof, gets out on the roof, then scales the large stone wall to get out of the compound. Where he then proceeds to make his way back to the landing zone in hopes of extraction.
     
    Once Bealin arrives at the landing zone all he finds is what used to be 3 choppers, in nothing but smoking piles of ash, he replies, "This was a setup from the get go, I will find out who did this, and they will pay!".
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    Cavadus reacted to Dragonsoul for a blog entry, Week 1   
    SUBJECT RACE HUMAN/CASTITHAN
    SUBJECT GENDER MALE
    SUBJECT AGE UNKNOWN
    SUBJECT DOB UNKNOWN
     
     
    DATE 2027 12 10
     
    We have put subject 1015729 in the Echo section of the project we have had a lot of problems with all the fights and killings. Subject is adjusting well and it seems all fights have stopped in that section of the base for the most part. Subject is starting to show leadership traits and has a few followers that are willing to do what he says. They have also given themselves names subject 1015729 name is soul.
     
    End data entry