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2 mos ago
Current me wanting to play out shit from a setting from around 2010 that only europeans know...
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2 mos ago
what did he mean by this
6 mos ago
the issue is them king your thread was great (i didnt read it)
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1 yr ago
no fucking way
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1 yr ago
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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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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I think there was also a guy called Flagge or something into 40k, though memory may fail me.
What about a ratling? But I will probably make a Miasman.
Like the others the Kislevite mounted his horse, not bothering to ask for the same supplies the others received. He then looked to the Dwarfs and giggled faintly at the prospect of one of them riding a horse, before he rode onward.

During the journey he wouldn't speak much, dignifying questions with a nod or a shake of the head if he could. He would sleep outside despite any cold of the nights and wear little clothing to defend him from the elements, only undressing if he felt hot.

He began to be more cheery as the cold blew in, and the he felt the winds of magic grow stronger over the days. He experimentally pointed a finger at a blade of grass to see it turn an ashy white as it froze instantly before snapping in half. Smiling at the result, the ice mage continued on his path.

Their destination was close by, before the Estalian remarked that not all was planned. The northerner dismounted at this and strolled over to his employer. He gave a casual wave of his hand through the air before grasping at something invisible. Once more, he turned to his boss and colleagues. "The winds of magic are strong today." Vlad stated in a matter of fact tone. "I volunteer. I'm not Balthazar Gelt but I think I have some insight into the workings of the supernatural." Quickly he walked back to his horse to take his shorter sword, put it upon his waist and then returned, awaiting the other volunteers.
@Jbcool How are the winds of magic?
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Could I be a rebellious human, stirring up trouble/sedition and hunting his kin's oppressors?
Alright lads, I'll try to have a proper post for the weekend since enough people have shown interest. I'm still looking for a co-GM btw.
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Simply whether I'd be able to rewrite some details of a nation's history, put different individuals in charge of nation and perhaps change their approach towards the other peoples of the world.

I.E. A more martial Ulthuan making greater attempts to reform their empire, etc.


If you generally keep on track of the original theme, yes. You can make your own King for the High Elves who is a great reformer introducing quasi-martial law and such. However, you can only change past events as recorded and presented by the High Elves, you can't actually change any pre-end times events if you understand what I mean (well, I would be willing for veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery minor changes to history to occur, but it would have to be very well justified).
The Confessor nodded as he was lead to the vessel of choice, still waving his censer left and right. As they embarked, he lifted it up and clipped the chain it was dangling by to his belt before finding his quarters and sitting down pensively and meditating over the next period of time, his thoughts going slow and unhurried. There was much work ahead, but there always was. He knew that only in death does duty end but Horacio nevertheless wanted something more concrete than that. The fact that he now saw several impediments to seeing his short-term task completed only made his long term aims for the universe seem harder and harder.

As the Confessor started to feels his eyes get heavy and start shutting he heard a yell, something about being boarded. Biology took over and he started to again lull into sleep before he slammed his eyelids wide open and arose. "Boarded? By the throne...." he muttered, quickly struggling into his carapace armour. He had no time to dress properly so he put his gear right over his sleeping clothing, ramming his hat of office clumsily on top of his pom-pommed sleeping hat, the offending puff of cotton still sticking out. Now more awake he took in the information he had just been told and processed it quickly. With kroot and similar raiders on board, slugs were of no use. Flechettes and pellets were what his shotgun needed and he indiscriminately loaded both types of ammunition into the thing, before placing several shells into pockets of his armour and slinging the weapon over his shoulder. Afterwards the Confessor grabbed his bolt pistol in his left hand with all the magazines he had placed into separate pouches, and he took his power-maul into his right hand. At last, Horacio grabbed his rosarius and lit it be visible about his belt to give him an air of formality despite everything else.

At last, he calmly opened his quarter's door to step out, closed it, and then stood waiting for the younglings to come out. The enemy could be right around the corner however, and he pressed the activation studs of his bolt-pistol and power maul taking the former off of safety and activating the faintly shimmering power field of the other. He'd seen kroot once before and knew what they could do, but he also knew how to fight them. The fast buggers needed to be taken head on with overwhelming force and firepower; precisely what was in his personal arsenal. If that failed, the Emperor Protects.

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Skaven would def be preferred since for now it would seem we are set to be mostly in the same area as the first Total Warhammer
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