CelticSoldier

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Well, they looked like they knew what they were doing, and at least one of them was older than him. Old people knew stuff, and it was always more than you thought they knew. It had cost him only one month but a small fortune in gold before he'd learned that lesson. Seemed she'd been expecting a hunter, since she guessed correctly what he was, not that there were a great variety of professions to chose from. She was right again though, the hunt waits for no man. Or monster, but mainly man. "I'm Jaime," He grinned, "Jaime Cartarsy, or something along those lines. Been a while since I've bothered to use it." He turned to greet Veronica as well, but she had already gone on to meet someone else. Rude. The newcomer, however, was interesting. She certainly wasn't from around here, not based on the way she was dressed, and she carried a really big stick. As in, really big. Like, if you it someone with it, it might actually hurt, big. He turned back to Sarena.
"Sooooo," He began, "What exactly are we looking for? I mean who, not what. Sorry, most of the time I'm going for monsters, about ten, twenty times my size. Those are the small ones." Looking at her face, he saw that, yeah- no, she wasn't going to be impressed by that. "But seriously, who are we after?"

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Thirodaen does not seem particularly surprised by the sudden appearance of another elf. Either he knew you were there, or his is very good at masking emotions. You suspect that it could be either. "Quite jumpy, aren't you? Just can't sit still." He circles with the shadow warrior, matching him step for careful step. "I hail from Tiranoc, originally. Perhaps why my accent is not so, refined, as other elves. Living in the jungle with few people to talk to also takes its tole. I apologise for not greeting you sooner, but most of you're brethren seem to have trouble speaking very often. The silent type. You are quite the conversationalist by comparison. What might you call yourself?" He tone matched that of his 'cousin'. He was clearly not intimidated.

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Alison looks horrified, "Muuuuum!" She whines, "Why did you tell him? Do you know how hard it is to meet a guy when you're mum is a black armoured mercenary? Three-quarters of them go running for the hills, and the rest want to be 'just freinds'. You ruin my life!" *melodramatic teen hair flick* "I hate you!" *melodramatic teen growl* She marches away to sit pointedly by the fire, next to the dwarves, where she engages in a prolonged mumbling campaign against Jehan.

The World of Lasgoul

At long last, things were beginning to happen, people move forward, shout, sword, et cetera, et cetera. Guns were a problem, Thirodaen had never liked guns, bullets were too small and too fast to dodge, but luckily from the distance he usually operated at, they rarely hit him. He stood on the edge of their range, targeting the gunners first. Almost every arrow found its mark, loose, two steps left, loose, one step right, just to stop them drawing a bead. Most gunners were dead before they could even reload. He was worried that he might run out of targets all to soon, but for now that didn't seem to be a problem.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Alison let herself be dragged along as much out of surprise as fear. The knight was, intense, if nothing else. Scary. She should know her more, given their relationship, but the result of not having contact for years tended to be a lack of information. And it was the absolute worst luck to run into her now. "I...I wanted adventure, like you..." When she hears a voice, her eyes flicker to where Fortune has appeared, and she almost sags with relief, but Jehan keeps her tense. She uses Fortunes arrival as an oppertunity to try to extract herself from Jehan and move closer to him. "I'm fine, thankyou. We were just...talking." She looks like she'd rather be anywhere but here.

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Thirodaen appears to patiently endure Darren's rambling for a while, but it's clear from the look on his face that he is becoming impatient. Eventually, it looks like he can't take any more "Yes, yes, very interesting." He says, politely interrupting what Darren considered to be a gripping narrative. "Would you, however, prefer to tell me where you are going?"
"Ahh, yes, well, technically, I'm, uhh, not allowed to tell you. Sorry."
"How am I to tell you where to go, I do not know where to lead you?" He seems exasperated.
"Well, alright then. Only thing is, I'm not sure how to pronounce it. It's Hex-, Hexacotle? Hexoatle? Hexee-, Hextotle? Hexa-"
"Alright!" Thirodaen sighs, "I know where you mean. I shall have to lead you personally."
"Well, I very much appreciate that, Mr Thirodaen."
"Not much else to do in this, god forsaken jungle." He murmured
"You told me you liked it here."
"Oh, what? Yes, I do, love it, but here, tell me more about this adventure of yours."
"Yes, well, as I was saying..."

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Do you guys want me to post Alison first, or are you two just gonna go for it?
@Bright_Ops@DrunkasaurusRex

I will post the elf's conversation soon.
@Jbcool@Maxwell

The World of Lasgoul

Personally, Hiroden thought that they were making quite a meal of this. They should just surround the building and attack, maybe even not bothering with the former. It wasn't exactly well guarded, he could take the guards outside before they knew he was there, then fire through the windows until they came out, and then shoot them some more until they charged. If there were too many, that was what they were allhere for. Then again, he just admitted to himself that he wasn't a strategist. If he let's someone else make a plan and it goes wrong, then it won't be his fault, at the very least. But he was getting impatient. "Yes, I can shoot things, and shoot them really well, and unless you make a decision, I'm going to start shooting things very soon, so I suggest you make up your mind."

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Serena seemed to be a pretty serious lady. At least, she seemed to know what she was doing, which was always nice. The other one had money, and that immediately made her good as well. Hunting fugitives wasn't the most exciting thing in the world, like fighting monsters or other big things with large teeth, but it was a start. Maybe the people they were hunting had big things with large teeth. Like dogs. Really big dogs. Monster dogs. Sometimes Jaime has a very strange train of thought, but luckily no-one seems to notice, since most of the time it doesn't relate to things that don't exist. There are some weird things. But that is not relevant, because they are talking about fugitives. Good a mission as any. At least they had a golem. And a lot of money. He eyed the bag of coins greedily. "Sure, I'll come with you. Are you waiting for someone else as well?"

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

sorry I've been slow, I can post but the speed will probably be about one every two or so days (I am behind). If that's not fast enough then I can go, but I can't really post faster, sorry.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Tour de Rouge, City Centre

Jaimie stared up at the towering cathedral, craning his neck to try to see the top of the soaring spire. It had been a while since he'd seen it, or anything like it. They didn't bother with all that fancy ornamentation in Nether gate. In some ways it wasn't much different, the whole place was big and foreboding, constant feeling of being watched. Here, of course, that came from all the bloody gargoyles dotted around the place, and the wrought iron gates that seemed to block off every other perfectly serviceable back alley. Just rude to be honest. So far, he'd not actually been looking for that much adventure, he'd just been wandering, rediscovering the city, banging out a few runes to keep his purse full. Now he had to make a choice. The people at the gate were going on some adventure to hunt down some guy or another, he could be away for a while, perhaps indefinitely, if all didn't go according to plan. He might never see any of it again. He broke into a grin, there was never any question about it. He was going.

Walking down the streets was depressing as ever, row upon row of flat stone buildings, incredibly maintained, of course, this was the good bit of town, but still just so...boring. Even the sky was grey, like it was doing it on purpose. It wasn't long before he came to the main road in and out of the city, which still bustled with quite a crowd. It wasn't hard to find a lone old hunter wandering around, they usually knew where to find things.
"Hey mate."
"Hey, want something?"
"Yeah, You know them choir woman, looking for men or something?"
"Oh yeah, set up by the gate not long ago. Already getting impatient."
"Know what's up with that?"
"Nah, like I said, they've not been here long. You off with them?"
"Probably, not much else to do."
"Always wait for winter."
"I'm the impatient type."
Jaimie dashed off to the gate. He glanced around a bit when he began to draw near the gate, but luckily the glint of armour beneath the plain cloak gave it away. He asked about a bit first, just to be sure. Well, now was time to do adventuring stuff, like, join this lot. He strode over to them, hoping that they were doing something interesting. "So, hi." He waved, "Apparently some lady called Serena is looking for people to go do stuff. Wouldn't happen to be one of you two would it?"

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Sorry I spelled it wrong, you are correct.

There is nothing wrong with a cartographer suddenly appearing in the middle of a jungle. At all. Ever. Trust him. He will not do anything wrong. Promise. :)

@Jbcool