Do'Khaj sat cross legged, meditating in the breezing, waist high saw grass, contemplating life and other things accustom of a Warrior Monk. The breeze swiftly stopped as nearly a dozen wild Khajiit and Saxhleel tribefolk approached stealthily between the bladed twig-sedge, under the waining sun. The Ghoutfang Masters hood never rose above his glistening cuspids as he ascends to a readied stance, jet black tail, twisting and contorting to a Rawlith Khaj form. A bellied roar between the stalks as a crude spear grazed past the Martial Artists ear, hood never moving, as two Khajiit wildlings emerged from the darkened grass. Open hand rose towards the throat, de-tonguing one Suthe as Do'Khaj's appendaged caudal twisted the neck of his spear chucking cohort. Four more swords came upon the cloaked Master, falling in similer fashion, without cowl or head raising towards the onslaught. By this time the remaining tribals had revealed torches, lighting the hedges and saw grass aflame.
An Illusions veil debuffed, revealing a nine foot tall Nagas Chieftain, clad in cured Argonian hide and leathered with the skins of forty Alfiq. His black bow was as long as a man, fully drawn, aimed at the chest of Do'Khaj. The arrow flew as the fighting monk leaped backwards into the moons shadow, breaking the bolt mid flight with his tail, while unearthing two throwing blades as the battling cat somersaulted for the second time through the night sky. Arms extended as the blades shot between the Nagas' small, beady eyes. The dead Chief and the Master hit the ground at the same time, rolling into a clawed sweep, heading towards the belly of the last remaining Saxhleel. Time slows as the monk stood up, ascending past the flaming horizon, gutted Argonian slumped over watching helplessly. One swipe took his head while the last two skullduggers shook, as one dropped his blade, the other fleeing into the blackness. Master Do'Khaj did not pursue the fleeing cowards as it was not his way and he was confounded by the appearance of a spear. The Cat shrunk down and leaped a city walls length into the air,up and over the brush fire.
An Illusions veil debuffed, revealing a nine foot tall Nagas Chieftain, clad in cured Argonian hide and leathered with the skins of forty Alfiq. His black bow was as long as a man, fully drawn, aimed at the chest of Do'Khaj. The arrow flew as the fighting monk leaped backwards into the moons shadow, breaking the bolt mid flight with his tail, while unearthing two throwing blades as the battling cat somersaulted for the second time through the night sky. Arms extended as the blades shot between the Nagas' small, beady eyes. The dead Chief and the Master hit the ground at the same time, rolling into a clawed sweep, heading towards the belly of the last remaining Saxhleel. Time slows as the monk stood up, ascending past the flaming horizon, gutted Argonian slumped over watching helplessly. One swipe took his head while the last two skullduggers shook, as one dropped his blade, the other fleeing into the blackness. Master Do'Khaj did not pursue the fleeing cowards as it was not his way and he was confounded by the appearance of a spear. The Cat shrunk down and leaped a city walls length into the air,up and over the brush fire.
I really hope that a monk type character will still be a viable play through. I'll try to make it work
somehow.
Left4Candy, It would be very interesting for them to implement a feign death mechanic.
Troyanov, This reminds me of a Hey Arnold episode.