#dante. / riley | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

talonsaga-trash · 9 months

Text

The Talon Saga + D&D Classes

Ember- Rogue (Assassin): One of the most cut and dry decisions, Ember was trained to be one of Talon's elite assassins, and doesn't dissapoint. From her stealth to her ability to neutralize enemies as quickly and silently as possible, she is Lilith's protege through and through.

Garret- Fighter (Battlemaster): Garret, someone who's spent the majority of his life in a militarized organization and whose only purpose in life for 13 years was to serve that organization, his fighting style is honed and perfected, with a lot of variation as to what he can do in the field of combat. However, like this class, his skills outside of combat can feel a bit lacking as he struggles to function in a non-militarized society.

Riley- Rogue (Inquisitive)/Paladin (Oathbreaker): Riley started his career in Talon as part of its spy network, dealing in information and sabotage— while Inquisitive rogues aren't built for hack and slash combat, they operate greatly from the shadows, where Riley tries to stay. His status as a paladin speaks towards his devotion to his cause and community, as well as his choice to sever ties with Talon and actively work against them.

Wes- Wizard (Divination)/Cleric (Knowledge Domain): Wes' specialty was, is, and will always be in support, not combat. His roots are in information gathering from hacking, finding enemy weak spots for other people to exploit and manipulating things from behind the curtain. As he left Talon, though, he not only gained a medical skillset, but also found something worth believing in— the thing that he devotes himself is not a god, but instead the underground that he and Riley formed, and that he works tirelessly to preserve.

Jade- Sorcerer (Storm Sorcery): While all dragons seem to have some sort of innate magic, Jade is the only one in the group who grew up in an environment where she could actually hone it into something usable, and doesn't hesitate to do so— as an eastern dragon, she's associated with water and storm, making her magic primarily weather-based.

Tristan- Fighter (Arcane Archer)/Rogue (Assassin): While Tristan may have his roots in traditional fighting styles, and can hold his own in hand-to-hand, he functions best far away from where the action is, where he can calculate, fire, and do a ridiculous amount of damage in one blow without ever being seen. While he shares a class with Garret and a subclass with Ember, the combination makes him unique from both, and especially suited for his place on the battlefield.

Mist- Rogue (Inquisitive)/Warlock (Archfey): With the skillset of a Basilisk, Mist may thrive in the shadows, gathering blackmail and issuing threats, but has also gained the favor of someone much more powerful than herself, who provides her with intel and resources, so long as she follows his orders. Her focuses, both as a rogue and a warlock, are in deception at their core, making her allegience a mystery to all but herself and her employer.

Dante- Bard (College of Whispers): Dante's skillset is reliant on his charisma, in convincing people to do what he wants, and in manipulating others to his benefit. He's made his den in a pit of vipers, and he wears that as a badge of honor.

Conclusion: There are so many rogues in this party

#the talon saga #talon saga #garret xavier sebastian #ember hill #wesley higgins #tristan st. anthony #dante hill #riley | cobalt #mist anderson #A singular note and I will draw everyone as their d&d classes and that is a threat

4 notes · View notes

bagsybaggins · 2 years

Text

The Ghost of Her

Summary: "I'm your eyes in the sky, anything I see, I report. And it's Raven, not Kid.” Lucy "Raven" Dantes, Lieutenant of the Wolf Task Force, Sharp-shooter, and part-time explosive expert. She joined Task Force 141 when the Wolf Task Force had a sudden disbandment that remains classified. Ghost, weary of the new arrival, is determined to uncover the truth about her. "You can never be sure who you can trust, and when something is being buried, it doesn't take long for someone to come around with a shovel to start digging." But what surprises Ghost isn't her secrets, but something he thought he had kept under lock and key. Something that makes him question what to do next.

I have only played COD Modern Warfare 2, the newly released game. My understanding of the Characters and the Plot is limited to that and the very brief research I have done on the characters included. If certain characters seem a bit OOC, I apologize in advance. Takes place a little bit before the COD MW2 campaign.

Chapter 1: RAVEN’S TRANSFER

The TV ran in the background like white noise, subtle but still there. Her figure was stiff and hunched over as she stared down at her uniform resting on the chair in front of her. Her eyes stung from lack of sleep, and from her unwavering stare as she got lost in her thoughts. Her thoughts and gaze were broken by the sound of her phone going off on the bedside table. She turned and paused at the screen, showing that it was just her alarm. As she unlocked her fingers, she shivered at the coldness of the screen. She rubbed her fingers against her eyelid, the sting causing her eyes to tear up. She sighed before standing up and grasping the remote and turning the tv off, leaving the room in a still silence.

Her eyes flickered back to the uniform that sat dauntingly- mockingly on the chair. She ran her fingers through her black locks and with a heavy sigh, she turned around and began to get ready.

Today was her first day with her new Task Force, 141.

---

"Raven, are you joining us for drinks tonight?" A blurry face asked, leaning against a doorway that seemed to lead to nothing but darkness.

Raven smiled and shrugged. "Depends, do we have an occasion for this one? Or is it just another attempt to get me drunk?"

The figure laughed and shook its head. "We actually have a reason this time, Graham is getting married. We're celebrating before he goes on his leave and his honeymoon. Remember?"

---

I lean my head back against the seat's headrest, my vision trained to watch the road and sights change. Keeping my emotions and facial expressions in check, I resist the urge to glare at the curious glances of the driver through the rearview mirror. His gaze flickered towards me every five minutes, no doubt wanting to ask me another question other than my destination. Huffing under my breath, my right-hand scratches down my neck, looping my fingers on the two chains that I rarely let leave my neck. Between my thumb and index finger, I separate the ball chain from the normal chain, pulling the locket out from under my uniform, I rub my fingers against the smooth metal. A calming notion, something that I've been doing since the moment I put it on.

"Pull over." I interrupt the silence, waiting for the car to pull to a stop. "Thank you."

I toss a wad of money into the front, opening the door quickly and swinging my bag over my shoulder. My jaw tightens as I let the door slam shut, quickly moving my feet towards the meeting point that General Shepard had set up for me and Captain Price. My eyes flicker up towards the sign, a bar, before my gaze glance through the window trying to catch who Price would be. And with a quick look over the man with the Bucket Hat, I figured that there was a good chance that it was him. His posture, not to mention that he was the only one in camo. I push open the door, music playing in the background filling the less-than-lively chatter. Moving towards him, I take a seat beside him on the bar stool, placing my bag on the floor beside my feet, and wrapping my ankle through the strap of the duffle bag.

His head turns slightly as he looks at me through his peripherals. I rest my arms on the counter, before turning my head towards him.

"Shepard never told me the new recruit was a woman." Was the first thing he said to me before bringing his drink to his lips.

"Does it matter?" I ask, keeping my tone even, having dealt with that reaction more than a handful of times.

His lips quirk up and he shakes his head. "Nope, so long as you know what you're doing, I don't see why it should matter." He turns his body towards me and stretched out his right arm. "Names John Price, Captain Price."

I shake his hand and nod. "Lucy Dantes, but my call sign is Raven. I'm sure you already knew that from my files though."

He tsks and shakes his head. "Unfortunately, it seems that whoever did the filing this year forgot to put a lot of things in your file. Actually, I couldn't find a file on ya. All that I know about you is everything that Shepard told me."

Pausing I stare at him in confusion, before sighing and nodding. "I wouldn't say that I'm surprised, but feel free to ask me what you like. Can't guarantee I'll be able to answer all of them."

Price raises his brow before clicking his tongue. "Your file mentioned your last Task Force, Wolf Task Force? What was your position on the field?"

"Sniper, I do fine with close combat, however at a distance, I'm much better at taking down whoever I'm aiming at. I know little to no medical shit, but I can maneuver and disarm explosives with ease." I inhale before continuing, "I can speak 2 languages, a bit not completely fluent in German just yet, but I'm smooth with Spanish."

"That'll be useful at certain times, and I can't say I've dealt with an explosives expert before."

I tap my fingers on the smooth wooden counter, twice with my index once with my middle before ending with my index. "It's surprisingly useful to have around, not so much on stealth missions, but with the right material, you can make a quick and easy knockout gas. However, that would mean carrying around a gas mask for going in to retrieve the shit you're after. And you don't always have that on hand."

He hummed in response. "And I can assume you work well with others? I can't have any trouble stirring up amongst the team, that'll just lead to more problems."

"I work fine with others, so long as shit gets done right. And so long as they don't go snooping through my things." I huff and cross my arms, turning to him and noticing his raised brow.

"Got something to hide in there?"

I smirk, "Just my small supply of chocolates, I'm not one to share them."

Price chuckles and nods his head, "The boys aren't known to be snoops, but I'll l make sure they know." His smile fades as he takes another sip of his drink, before turning back to me and saying something I was dreading to hear. "It doesn't mention much about the actual Task Force, or what happened to it."

I fall silent turning my head down to look at my hands. But his stare didn't waver, still bore into the side of my face.

"We did special operations, infiltrating, spying, eliminating top priority targets, you name it."

"And what caused the Force to disband?" He asks again.

"I'm afraid that's classified, Sir. I don't have the authority nor the permission to tell you." I exhale heavily, turning back to him to see him slowly nod.

He downs the last of his drink, the glass making contact with the counter with a dull clack, and nods his head. When he stands from his seat, I follow suit while grabbing my duffle bag from the ground. Facing him again, he sticks his hand out and I shake it again.

"I look forward to seeing your skills out in the field Lieutenant. Once we return to base, I'll introduce you to the rest of the Task Force." Price releases my hand as I nod in reply.

"Looking forward to it Sir."

---

"Raven, I've got two daisies that need weeding at my right." Her voice crackles through the earpiece.

Turning my gun, I gaze through the scope and scan the area until I notice the two men chatting in the building. "I've got eyes on them, what's the word."

"Take the one on the right, I got the left at the perfect angle."

"Roger that Scraps, on me," I state, glancing quickly at the numbers on my scope, before adjusting the angle.

Firing my shot, I exhale as the man falls down, waiting for Scraps to fire her shot.

"Perfect Ladies, but can we hurry this up? I've got five Shitheads and a suspicious-looking crate that needs cleaning out. Not to mention that I'm freezing my nuts off."

Scraps' laughter fills my ear as I watch her move forward through the scope, keeping my eyes peeled for any movement around her. I grin as she replies.

"With the way you squealed like a little girl when you saw a rat, I'm surprised you even have balls Matches."

"Fuck off Scraps, you didn't see the size of that fat bastard." Matches replied.

"Alright, quiet down. I've got whiskey waiting for me once we get this bit done, and it would be nice to not be nursing a headache by the time I get to it." I interrupt Scraps before she replies. "I've got movement on the rooftops to your left Scraps, stay low until I can get a better visual."

"Copy that." She responds before falling silent, I see her crouch down beside the building, leaning against it and hiding in its shadow.

"If you can cut through the building you should be fine, it's just some teenagers." Matches suggested.

"Your word Raven?"

I glance through my scope, noting that they didn't have guns before I turn back to Scraps. "Move slow and keep your head down, we can't risk drawing noise. Matches, what's the status on the five daisies?"

Scraps shifts forward, and sneaks around the building, ducking under the windows. "I've still got eyes on them, they seem to be arguing now. Might get a little rowdy. The box is still untouched, but one of them is sitting on it now. Are we certain it's not explosive?"

"Scraps, don't move, there's movement to the alley next to you, three of them and they are armed. I repeat they are armed." I raise my rifle and shift in my seat. "I can take out two in one, but the other one needs to be taken down silently."

"I haven't got a silencer, Raven."

I narrow my eyes as they shift. "No, but you do have a knife. They aren't armored so I hope you've been practicing your aim. And no Matches, the box is supposedly containing information dire to the general. What it is, you'd have to ask the Captain."

"Alright, on your mark LT." I hear Scraps say before I fire. I watch through the scope as she turns the corner and throws her knife, and I smirk as they fall down beside their dead friends. "And that's another point for me."

"I didn't realize we were keeping score Scraps."

"If we are, then I'm far behind. I'm not getting any action at all."

"Didn't need to know about your sex life Matches. Or lack of one."

"Screw you Scraps."

"You wish."

"This is Wolf to Raven, come in Raven." I hear break through their chatter, and they fall silent as I reply.

"This is Raven, what's the word, Wolf?"

"I've got some bad news, you're being extracted in five. There's a heli inbound to your location."

I frown in confusion and shake my head. "What about the intel Sir? I thought we needed this-"

"No, Lieutenant, you alone are being extracted. Scraps and Matches will complete the mission with Graham instead." I falter at his words, a feeling of dread stirring in my stomach.

"Why am I being extracted, Sir?"

"Raven- Lucy, I got a message from-"

---

"We're here." Price says from the front passenger seat before he steps out of the car.

I look out the window and notice a familiar face along the group that Price was approaching. I open the door and swing my bag's strap over my shoulder.

"Well I'll be damned, it's been a while, Kyle." I grin as I approach the group.

"Lucy? Fuckin hell, how long has it been? It's good to see you." Kyle smiles as he breaks away from the group and pulls me into a hug, patting my back before we part.

"Been too long, eight years I think? You've gotten taller." I point out before he shakes his head.

"Nah, you've just shrunk."

I flick his cap and turn to the group, the man with the mohawk stepping forward with a kind smile was the next to introduce himself.

"Good to see a new face, I'm John MacTavish, but call me Soap." I raise a brow at his name as I shake his hand.

"Interesting name Soap. I'm Lucy, Lucy Dantes, but my call sign is Raven." I state before he motions his head toward the man wearing the mask, and the tallest of the Task Force.

"He's Ghost, don't worry he's just a wee bit shy-"

"That'll do." Is all Ghost says before his eyes meet mine again.

Nodding my head to him, I turn to Price as he starts talking. "You've met the team, so I'll leave it to Gaz to give you the tour and show you where you're sleeping. Good to have you on the team Raven." Price pats his hand on my shoulder before walking off.

I turn to Kyle and raise a brow. "Gaz?"

He chuckles and nods. "We have a lot to catch up on, Raven."

"Why are you called Raven?" Soap asks suddenly and I realize that Ghost had wandered off while Price was talking.

"Why are you called Soap?" I counter, causing him to grin.

"Oh, you'll fit right in Lass."

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x oc #john soap mactavish #john price #ghost cod #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #general shepherd #oc #original character #simon ghost riley x lucy dantes #ghost x raven #task force 141 #chapter 1 #bad at tags #ao3

20 notes · View notes