Fandom High School

Island hopping he could dig. Turning into a kid wasn't so bad. Even hordes of crawling, slithering things he could handle. This random getting lost? Not so much. "Freakin' island," he muttered, "gonna make me even more crazy."

Blink. Oh. Hi class.

"Uh...glad everyone could make it. Hope it didn't take you too long to make it here." Or you didn't just, you know, find yourself lost in your own house for hours just to suddenly wind up two seconds later in the Danger Shop. At least it was convenient this time?

"So...uhm..." Murdock was a off to a bit of slow start today, but he'd get there. "Mercs. Play an important role in ... certain circles. Like political circles or as some people call 'em Clans. As we covered in class before, merc companies were often used by higher powers in time of war. And as we've seen before, merc teams and companies can come in all sizes. Large scale forces and smaller, more elite teams. Mainly what drives the size of 'em is the kind of need there is. Sometimes, you need large-scale and sometimes, you need smaller strike units." He grinned a bit impishly. "Then you have times where you're short on both, so you have to combine them. One single man, with a lot of firepower." His grin wasn't perhaps on the completely sane side.

"Now, are we ready? Nobody got lost in the last five minutes?" Ignore the look of annoyance at that idea. "Then good! Let's get started."

And he might have to talk with Tyler about that attic...

(ooc: the standard stuff again. wait for ocd plz tis up!)

Murdock was once again in the Danger Shop, awaiting his students. After they'd arrived, he flicked on the program, and a countryside landscape appeared, much like the one from last week. But this had a few differences; it wasn't gentle hills of open grassland and it was flat. A treeline denoting the start of a large forest butted up against the field.

"Fandom's an interesting place," he started speaking as he strolled around. "Full of all kinds of interesting people from far-off worlds, different realities and universes. Somewhere out there," he pointed upward, "there's a universe that's constantly at war. Or at least it seems that way from what I've read so far."

"Numerous races make up this universe, and they have been at war with each other since the beginning of time. Elves, dwarves, humans, undead, ogres, orcs..." he stopped pacing long to face his students for a brief moment, "sometimes they even fight against their own kind, dependin' upon the race."

"Rarely, very rarely, do they team up and fight against a greater foe. But they will if the threat is great enough. Some refuse to fight on the same side with a certain race, no matter what. Particular groups of humans, like some of the religious sects," he shook his head, "just won't work with undead, for example."

"Interestingly," he tapped a finger against his lips as if he were thinking something over, "mercenary troops are found here too. Various bands of hired-for-pay men, commonly known as the 'Dogs of War', though there are different regiments within that larger grouping."

"Today," he grinned slightly, "we'll be part of one of those regiments, called upon by The Empire and The High Elf kingdom to stand against a combined force of Beastmen and Skaven. Won't it be fun!"

(the usual hoopla: yep! more stuff in ocd. welcome to the class of linky doom! the ones in the main post give you actual info about the races, the ones in the ocd give a few pics of some of what these things look like. wait til it's up, plz. have at!)

"Extortion and racketeering," sporting a pair of sunglass, Murdock wandered around the Danger Shop, arms wrapped around himself, "two of the most common tactics bad guys like to pull on innocent folks. Either they've had their families threatened or they've already tried to fight on their own and gotten worse for their troubles. Now most of the time, these kind of scumballs like to target folks who can't fight back at all." He stopped abruptly, tilted the glasses down a little and glanced at his students, "And I really don't like unfair fights." Hopefully, nobody would notice the bloodshot eyes or the small baggies under them.

Shoving the glasses back up, he started pacing the room again, "But there's always some bigger sleaze runnin' the whole show. He's the one you gotta bust, not the muscle. Cut off the head, the rest ain't gonna be able to move. So. You have to work out a plan. A plan to get the bad dudes without gettin' any of the innocents caught in the crossfire." He stopped moving once more. "It can be a lot harder than it sounds."

"Here's what we're gonna do today; you've been hired as a team," he put special emphasis on the team point, "to run these slime out. There are innocent people scattered about, but they should be out of the way. You have a limited amount of firepower, so you're gonna have to improvise with what's available. And hope your plan works."

(Just like last week, main portion of the class is in the OCD. Please feel free to bounce off each other's threads. Also, as I'm sure you already know, my availability is rather limited. Therefore, I've made the class as open as possible, so please mod away! wait for the OCD up!)