I'll try to get something up before the night.
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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Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
It was a long journey on the boat (at least comparatively) for the Ranger, as he had a lot to think about. What was their true purpose in the new world? Why had they planned so poorly? Had he given young Fortune poor advice that would leave the lad as a puddle of red? He didn't mind the lack of food, even declining the rations when he could catch the few rats that made it on board. Fortitude was one of the many traits common to the Dawi, although by the very end he did feel just a little too sober for preference.
When they disembarked, he made sure he had all his gear with him, particularly the explosives. He didn't want to leave it for some umgi to fiddle with and leave the ship with another hole... and several fewer crew members. Brokk giggled as the funny looking (admittedly a commonly used description in reference to them) human brought up their supplies. "Oh I'm not worrying about that. I just got to make sure I got more endurance in me than the rest, then I can live off of you!" He said it jokingly, but he did occasionally wonder what elf and human tasted like. Their burnt flesh didn't smell too bad, although that might just have been thanks to his adoration of the alchemical. "Oh but I wouldn't worry. Lizardman wasn't too poor of an eating if you stick it on... well a stick. The bigger ones that are mounts for the other ones get real fatty, melts in the fingers and mouth." Sighing, he slowly climbed up one of the palm trees and then whacked off as many coconuts as he could with his hammer. Descending, he grabbed as many as he could an rushed back along to the group, handing one to the seemingly famished Baltazar and then the others. "If these are anything like the things growing in the southlands, you can slice or just break off the top, then drink and nibble on what's inside."
The Longbeard then rushed off to Darren, scratching at his own coconut with the pickside of his hammer. "Oi, I get that you're the big'un of us, and that you have the map but consider letting others ahead in case of traps. Don't want you getting caught by one of them ditches full of spikes or something of the sort. I reckon it's best if you let the one with the crossbow or the other Dwarf get ahead." He then raised his coconut up to the man to view, showing the crudely carved letters forming "an the elf" upon it, knowing that the gits ear wasn't in such a shape without reason. "No grudge against them mind you, I just reckon the umgi's not got much in him anyway while the drengi wants to die, and of course some just can't do as much as others." he said. He didn't want to offer up Jehan or Fortune to be at the front, knowing the former was needed for whatever they were doing while taking a liking to the latter. Himself? No, he was "too old for this shit."
When they disembarked, he made sure he had all his gear with him, particularly the explosives. He didn't want to leave it for some umgi to fiddle with and leave the ship with another hole... and several fewer crew members. Brokk giggled as the funny looking (admittedly a commonly used description in reference to them) human brought up their supplies. "Oh I'm not worrying about that. I just got to make sure I got more endurance in me than the rest, then I can live off of you!" He said it jokingly, but he did occasionally wonder what elf and human tasted like. Their burnt flesh didn't smell too bad, although that might just have been thanks to his adoration of the alchemical. "Oh but I wouldn't worry. Lizardman wasn't too poor of an eating if you stick it on... well a stick. The bigger ones that are mounts for the other ones get real fatty, melts in the fingers and mouth." Sighing, he slowly climbed up one of the palm trees and then whacked off as many coconuts as he could with his hammer. Descending, he grabbed as many as he could an rushed back along to the group, handing one to the seemingly famished Baltazar and then the others. "If these are anything like the things growing in the southlands, you can slice or just break off the top, then drink and nibble on what's inside."
The Longbeard then rushed off to Darren, scratching at his own coconut with the pickside of his hammer. "Oi, I get that you're the big'un of us, and that you have the map but consider letting others ahead in case of traps. Don't want you getting caught by one of them ditches full of spikes or something of the sort. I reckon it's best if you let the one with the crossbow or the other Dwarf get ahead." He then raised his coconut up to the man to view, showing the crudely carved letters forming "an the elf" upon it, knowing that the gits ear wasn't in such a shape without reason. "No grudge against them mind you, I just reckon the umgi's not got much in him anyway while the drengi wants to die, and of course some just can't do as much as others." he said. He didn't want to offer up Jehan or Fortune to be at the front, knowing the former was needed for whatever they were doing while taking a liking to the latter. Himself? No, he was "too old for this shit."
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Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
Will post... soon... ish....
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Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller
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9 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
So damn sorry for not being around again, life's a shitty thing to go through. I think I am back, especially since it's the weekend lol
And here I thought I was cool for identifying as harambe.
Either or works. @CelticSoldier
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
@ZelosseIt should be an ultramarine, as they are the most important.
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Leidenschaft
No, not really. I don't know where to go from here.
No, not really. I don't know where to go from here.
@CelticSoldier
I think you can post before that, we'll just post the contents of it separately as a flashback or just separate it with an
I think you can post before that, we'll just post the contents of it separately as a flashback or just separate it with an
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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 Roleplay
Horacio kept up his stare upon the Inquisitor, eyes narrowing. Until he found out whether the man was radical or puritan he would have to keep himself reserved and quiet, only adding what he should. When Kliment brought up the rot, he nodded grimly. "We'll leave nothing of it, Lord." he said, his eyebrows getting together in fury. "If death is the result, then it will have been for good purpose, and by the will of the God Emperor." Satisfied, he quietened down.
The man seemed to want to be all dark and mysterious, but his words didn't really form anything good. It wouldn't do well to get the baby-faced youngsters all frightened, which would be the only outcome of such warnings. A good preparatory speech made one's eyes have a golden fire in their soul, it would make those who heard it spill the blood of the unrighteous, and it would make the blood of the righteous boil with zeal and fervour. Perhaps the Confessor best give the Inquisitor a lesson in short speeches, and how not to do them if unable. It would seem that the uplifting words would be left to him.
Upon the ship he merely followed the attendants to his quarters, where after thanking them nearly instantly fell on his back to sleep with a snore that permeated the plasteel walls. As if driven by some internal alarm, he would awake several hours later and go to the chapel where he would pray for the rest of the day. He tried to socialise as little as possible for that would mean people would get an idea of his personality, something a good Confessor best avoid. Usually he had the advantage when speaking to people, but if he spent time around them then they could learn his ins and outs, and perhaps be able to conceal things from him. Thus, he preserved himself for the crucial moments and continued in his cycle of prayer and sleeping, eating in private.
Finally, when they arrive upon the planet he emerged with various scriptures, seal, aquilas and bits of ammunition all jingling with each step. He went into the lander, holding his power-maul as a staff rather than his shotgun (which was slung upon his back). He was quite eager to see action of any sort, be it the of the face-splattering or the hymn-singing variety. He certainly seemed the least imposing of the group being perhaps the only one without power armour. Still, he had war-hymns, and the rosarius to rely upon, with his carapace being at least helpful. There were other ways to display one's grandeur than height and girth, although perhaps he had the later. Regardless, he resumed the stare he had from the moment before they embarked on the journey. After a while, he spoke up. "I only wish to know if this von Behner has been investigated. Heresy can hide anywhere."
The man seemed to want to be all dark and mysterious, but his words didn't really form anything good. It wouldn't do well to get the baby-faced youngsters all frightened, which would be the only outcome of such warnings. A good preparatory speech made one's eyes have a golden fire in their soul, it would make those who heard it spill the blood of the unrighteous, and it would make the blood of the righteous boil with zeal and fervour. Perhaps the Confessor best give the Inquisitor a lesson in short speeches, and how not to do them if unable. It would seem that the uplifting words would be left to him.
Upon the ship he merely followed the attendants to his quarters, where after thanking them nearly instantly fell on his back to sleep with a snore that permeated the plasteel walls. As if driven by some internal alarm, he would awake several hours later and go to the chapel where he would pray for the rest of the day. He tried to socialise as little as possible for that would mean people would get an idea of his personality, something a good Confessor best avoid. Usually he had the advantage when speaking to people, but if he spent time around them then they could learn his ins and outs, and perhaps be able to conceal things from him. Thus, he preserved himself for the crucial moments and continued in his cycle of prayer and sleeping, eating in private.
Finally, when they arrive upon the planet he emerged with various scriptures, seal, aquilas and bits of ammunition all jingling with each step. He went into the lander, holding his power-maul as a staff rather than his shotgun (which was slung upon his back). He was quite eager to see action of any sort, be it the of the face-splattering or the hymn-singing variety. He certainly seemed the least imposing of the group being perhaps the only one without power armour. Still, he had war-hymns, and the rosarius to rely upon, with his carapace being at least helpful. There were other ways to display one's grandeur than height and girth, although perhaps he had the later. Regardless, he resumed the stare he had from the moment before they embarked on the journey. After a while, he spoke up. "I only wish to know if this von Behner has been investigated. Heresy can hide anywhere."
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