A confessor alright? Since I can't really play grils
Andreyich
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STATUS: me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know... 2 mos ago
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me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know...
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what did he mean by this
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the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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no fucking way
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while tru, quantity != quality, the fact is there's enough good writers out there with diverse enough interests to fit most niches apart from the unrealistically specific i.e. kitten beheading RP
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About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.
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Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
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Warhammer 40k: Epsilon Kill-Team, a Death=][=Watch RP [18+][High Casual/Low Advanced]
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Interest Checks
AHHH SO MANY RPs! Would an Ultramarine Scout Sergeant be alright? And would any Red Hunters be alright (since their participation in the deathwatch has not been touched upon I guess a lot of liberty would have to be taken :/)?
If for whatever reason I did something that does not make sense, tell me GM-san, I had a long day and would not be surprised.
The journey as hoped (or perhaps dreaded for the boredom) was quite uneventful. After sticking pullets deep into his ears he was able to more or less get the snoring out of his head, although he made sure to write of it in his little Dammaz Kron. Such a Grudge demanded just a little grumbling and perhaps a shove but he felt the more lethal methods of settling it were not required. Yet.
A dream of her and how it all changed was upon him, the sound of the jezzails firing coming in his dream at the same time that his door was forced upon by the umgi. Perhaps the man would be surprised to have Brokk roll over Dwarf handgun in hand and eye in the sight but then he lowered it realising he was much too tall for a ratman. The Dwarf wiped sweat off of his brow and raised a finger to show "one moment" as he relaxed from the dream upon the bed. A few moments later he pivoted and jumped off the bed with a thud as the stumpy legs hit the floor.
He ran to the deck and sighed as he was the longboat. He had only dealt with worshippers of chaos in the form of beastmen but he had heard tales of the norsemen. The Grudge of the Dawi who had gone to Kislev was still remembered by many. Brokk roared with a small beat on his chest. He went to the railing upon the side and kneeled taking aim as he looked through the scope upon his Thrund. He waited a few moments before aiming, needing to accustom to the waves just a little first. Then, he moved the sight upon the Longboat. He searched for the largest of the Norscans not knowing how to distinguish a leader. "Khazukan!" Aim. "Khazakit!" Prime. "Ha!" he said, before pulling the trigger. He knew the meticulous loading of earlier would be useful, although nearly all loading by a Dwarf was of the meticulous variety. He pulled out the rod to clean the weapon when he turned to hear a scream and... "Oh." the Dwarf muttered as he noticed the young lad hop over the boat. At least he wasn't daft enough to jump just like that, securing himself first. He cursed under his breath, wedging his handkerchief into his weapon's barrel to keep the water out and running over to the railing. The bearded head popped over curiously and grinned at the sight. "You alright chums?" he asked, bracing a leg against the railing to make sure he was not to fall over in case of sudden movements of the vessel. He put a hairy and scarred hand on the rope, ready to reel the two in when the girl was caught by the Bretonnian. He had to admit, the lad was quite the hero. Most would focus on the certainty of saving their own hides from the oncoming raiders, but this kid had hope and sympathy, and now that he was in the water empathy too.
A dream of her and how it all changed was upon him, the sound of the jezzails firing coming in his dream at the same time that his door was forced upon by the umgi. Perhaps the man would be surprised to have Brokk roll over Dwarf handgun in hand and eye in the sight but then he lowered it realising he was much too tall for a ratman. The Dwarf wiped sweat off of his brow and raised a finger to show "one moment" as he relaxed from the dream upon the bed. A few moments later he pivoted and jumped off the bed with a thud as the stumpy legs hit the floor.
He ran to the deck and sighed as he was the longboat. He had only dealt with worshippers of chaos in the form of beastmen but he had heard tales of the norsemen. The Grudge of the Dawi who had gone to Kislev was still remembered by many. Brokk roared with a small beat on his chest. He went to the railing upon the side and kneeled taking aim as he looked through the scope upon his Thrund. He waited a few moments before aiming, needing to accustom to the waves just a little first. Then, he moved the sight upon the Longboat. He searched for the largest of the Norscans not knowing how to distinguish a leader. "Khazukan!" Aim. "Khazakit!" Prime. "Ha!" he said, before pulling the trigger. He knew the meticulous loading of earlier would be useful, although nearly all loading by a Dwarf was of the meticulous variety. He pulled out the rod to clean the weapon when he turned to hear a scream and... "Oh." the Dwarf muttered as he noticed the young lad hop over the boat. At least he wasn't daft enough to jump just like that, securing himself first. He cursed under his breath, wedging his handkerchief into his weapon's barrel to keep the water out and running over to the railing. The bearded head popped over curiously and grinned at the sight. "You alright chums?" he asked, bracing a leg against the railing to make sure he was not to fall over in case of sudden movements of the vessel. He put a hairy and scarred hand on the rope, ready to reel the two in when the girl was caught by the Bretonnian. He had to admit, the lad was quite the hero. Most would focus on the certainty of saving their own hides from the oncoming raiders, but this kid had hope and sympathy, and now that he was in the water empathy too.
Just to make sure, longboat = norscans/vikings yes?
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It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]
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Uh oh, John's not going to react well to being frenzon high and in a closed space with people AND not excused.
@CelticSoldier
Pirates, kraken, just fun.
@Jbcool
He us, it's just hard to describe a rural accent of a tongue that has like ten vowels per syllable.
Pirates, kraken, just fun.
@Jbcool
He us, it's just hard to describe a rural accent of a tongue that has like ten vowels per syllable.
Anything works; while our parts have been said I do agree more could happen. Perhaps a kraken attack or something?
Yeah we could land I guess.
The Dwarf chuckled a little at the word of the elf. Being a Dwarf he didn't worry about magics nearly as much as anyone else would. Beastmen had tried to use their spells on him and their chaotic blades but it was little more than the physical alternative. Still, only a wazzock would underestimate an enemy. "The problem is that I'm much too restless! I want to give 'em a gobful right about now!" He said, hoping for at least a nod of approval from the Slayer and others present who used their head as a weapon as often as they used it for fighting. With an exaggerated hop he stood upright, mimicking the elf's touching of the chin except with his beard for he had a bit of trouble finding his chin in there. "Magic's a fickle thing, a lot of the time a bugger tries to do it they blows up, especially when us Dawi are nearby. It's why we mastered Rune-craft, not yer silly staff pointing. What I'd say we have to worry about is the magics akin to those used by the Vampires and other dark buggers, them being good for stalking and all." Brokk did not know the names of the lores, and while he vaguely knew of magic and it's separation into higher and lesser ones, he also knew that the more powerful users of it could do whatever the hell they wanted with it.
Satisfied he turned to Baltazar, wondering if the umgi had anything in common with the Gelt bugger. He was not sure whether it was a first or last name, human names were so odd to him. He plucked a few black and white hairs from his head, preferring the greys as he thought. "I've been to the Southlands twice, once as a Ranger and once as a Longbeard. The first time it was to chase some forest Grobi, the second to settle a Grudge against some treasure seekers from Hochland." With that he stroked his beard once more, this time a little more seriously. "They've changed a lot over their time on that continent, so I reckons they'll be different by a lot from the ones I dealt with. Still, close enough. The closest comparison for how they are is like this. An urk, with skin as tough as bark, the deviousness of a goblin or ratman, the ability to hide like a wutelgi, the screeches of the beast-kin, and a drakk-face that can bite yer throat out with nay a problem. There's all kinds o' 'em of course. There's the great big ones what are like slower dragons with nay wings but a hide so thick a bullet might not even get past. There's ones that look like innocent hawks from below, but are vicious scaly things that'll bite out yer throat from above, and they have riders too. Ye should always check yerself for darts I'll say that. They dip them in all sorts of muck to make ya not feel them, so you do not know the much worse stuff in one that you need to get out. Only I reckon you and the elgi do not have the strength of mind and body to fight it anyway, which is a wee shame." he considered adding the two Bretonnians to the list of the weak but if they were the "Grail Knights" they were much more than just humans. Besides, even then they tended to still be better than your usual man of the Reik.
He went to lean against the mast again, giving his neck the odd scratch. "Course it all depends where we land. I heard there's a coast of Vampires and their slaves in the New World. We might even land in the place full of nuddy umgi with their big screams and be-spiked clubs." he said, now wishing he read the books on the world he'd seen around a bit better.
Satisfied he turned to Baltazar, wondering if the umgi had anything in common with the Gelt bugger. He was not sure whether it was a first or last name, human names were so odd to him. He plucked a few black and white hairs from his head, preferring the greys as he thought. "I've been to the Southlands twice, once as a Ranger and once as a Longbeard. The first time it was to chase some forest Grobi, the second to settle a Grudge against some treasure seekers from Hochland." With that he stroked his beard once more, this time a little more seriously. "They've changed a lot over their time on that continent, so I reckons they'll be different by a lot from the ones I dealt with. Still, close enough. The closest comparison for how they are is like this. An urk, with skin as tough as bark, the deviousness of a goblin or ratman, the ability to hide like a wutelgi, the screeches of the beast-kin, and a drakk-face that can bite yer throat out with nay a problem. There's all kinds o' 'em of course. There's the great big ones what are like slower dragons with nay wings but a hide so thick a bullet might not even get past. There's ones that look like innocent hawks from below, but are vicious scaly things that'll bite out yer throat from above, and they have riders too. Ye should always check yerself for darts I'll say that. They dip them in all sorts of muck to make ya not feel them, so you do not know the much worse stuff in one that you need to get out. Only I reckon you and the elgi do not have the strength of mind and body to fight it anyway, which is a wee shame." he considered adding the two Bretonnians to the list of the weak but if they were the "Grail Knights" they were much more than just humans. Besides, even then they tended to still be better than your usual man of the Reik.
He went to lean against the mast again, giving his neck the odd scratch. "Course it all depends where we land. I heard there's a coast of Vampires and their slaves in the New World. We might even land in the place full of nuddy umgi with their big screams and be-spiked clubs." he said, now wishing he read the books on the world he'd seen around a bit better.
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