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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@DarkravenIt was a subtle message for @BCTheEntity in Ann-Hasst's post, but if he needs more to go on I can make specifics.

Also WOOOOO

100 POSTS EVEREHBODEH

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@RokkuHoshiwhat were you thinking of making?

Trials of Initiation (high Casual, Warhammer 40k roleplay)

Let's get on this fellas
@Jbcool@Shmektheshmuck@agentmanatee@Keksalot

I might go Junior Sergeant and use the chainsword and use a bolt pistol maybe, but until that is confirmed I'll go with shotgun.

Work in Progress

Name: Edurus Valen

Age: 20

Appearance:

Equipment:

• Combat Shotgun
• Breather helmet
• Bolt Pistol
• Combat Knife
• Krak Grenades (2) Frag Grenades (2)

Background: From the feral world Cuyavale

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

ok

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

I'll probably post thursday regardless if everyone has or has not posted, we need to get to gallavanting!
Vor had to drop out, but we got a few peeps still needing to post.

Star Wars - Rancor Company

@GuntherYou're good, buddy.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Pretty much Ann-Hasst at the moment.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Calanon's gaze seemed to be ensnared within Jezebeth's too-pretty eyes for a moment, but he shook it off. He took that as being very convinced she was not of the evil sort. Her 'I am yours' comment was one of a comrade and fellow soldier, but for some reason it had him flushing. "Welcome," he told her, his smile warm. He backed out of Ursaren's way for a bit and allowed him to unbind the woman.

Beren strode over and stood next to Alice, the young warrior monk nodding as she explained. He seemed a tad impressed at her knowledge. "Where did you study magic again?" he asked her. He might be a fighter and an unarmed brawler, but the young man tended to enjoy reading books of lore, no matter how obscure the knowledge.

"Stick with this one, lad!" Geradin said, suddenly appearing between them and poking Alice in the side as he winked. "She's got the know-how. I swear I've heard her talk her way out of an Ogre's cooking pot before. Quite a sight too, mainly for the Ogre. I called down me God's wrath before it could take the astonishment off its ugly face. Hehehe."

The Captain speaking to Ann-Hasst began to say "Those are only for dangerous situ-" but another Elf cut him off with a hand to his shoulder. One of the Elves laughed melodiously. "It has a bit of a tangy taste, yes. I do hear that those who aren't of our people taste it differently. Perhaps it's spicier for you?" As An-Hasst ate the two berries, suddenly his mind whirred and he could very well see quite a few things clearly.

He could tell a few of the party members were almost certainly smitten with this newcomer, who was far too attractive in every way to be normal. Though he sensed no danger, despite her gaze holding every gaze that met hers like a cobra would a mouse. He could clearly see the annoyance of the Elves in the trees at Sett's comments, who seemed to be on the verge of shouting at him or shooting him for so insulting their captain. He could see the raised eyebrow on Verya was one of disapproval and not inquisitiveness like many raised eyebrows were, and her words (about how Sett was jumping the gun) held a subtle tone that she was very disappointed at Settionne for he initially had given her a good impression. He could clearly see that Geradin was wanting to play match maker with Beren and Alice to curb any chance of Beren being with an Elf as a few of the female Elves gazed at him admiringly, though Geradin then went on a tangent of a story and forgot his original intention. An-Hasst could also see Argon's simple way of looking at things did not mean an unintelligent mind, and could formulate he was far more wise than any would have initially given credit for. From bits of his memory growing up, he could deduce that while Argon's teeth were carnivorous, many reptiles ate plants and fruit when prey was lacking and therefore Argon must feel a similar such function. So many thoughts and realizations twirled in An-Hasst's head it was hard to take a hold of it all.

@Darkraven@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Banana

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@DervishGood luck, friend! I know how surgeries are.

@Discussion: I've had 9 surgeries and was just knocked out instantly after a few seconds of head burning from the anesthesia. I'm a complete straight lace though. I don't even recreationally drink much less smoke weed. It'd kill my lungs anyway because of my asthma, but weed also has some side effects that are pretty bad if you use it continually anyway. Like increasing your risk of testicular cancer by 70%. No thank you.
I never liked the idea of me not being in control of my faculties (meaning the drinking), and my mom raised me to only take meds if absolutely necessary, even though I am required to daily anyway because of my myriad of health problems. I digress, however.

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Herold's eyes couldn't be seen within his tinted visor, but there was no mistaking that grim expression he gave to the trooper when his gun was leveled his way. He was about to raise his shield in a swift movement, but realized that the man had a few reasons to be on edge. This was no normal outfit afterall, but a group formed by the Inquisition itself. He regarded the Celestian next after giving the others a once over. Odd group, he noted. Mostly female and a bit too bubbly for what he expected.

"Soveriegn has been...quiet as of late," he told her when she mentioned they would go out for a dinner. "But there is still a risk. However if I am ordered, then very well. I'll be here to give guidance if ordered."

He moved passed her, searching the house at a steady, albeit unhurried pace. He inspected every room he found, making sure it all checked out. "One could never be too careful," he muttered to himself as he left the last room before his own that he would claim. It was a smaller room, but it suited his needs just fine. He grunted in acknowledgement, and set his pack down, making sure to lock the door behind him.

He kept his weapons with him, however. He was still an Arbites, no matter the Inquisition or their affiliates would say. Making his way downstairs, his footsteps becoming audible stomps on the light stairway, he made his way outside and onto the transport. He gave a nod to those in the back, and set his shield beside him. Judging from his company, this night would be one he might take note of in the future.