Andreyich

The Political Thread

tfw something does not fit the definition of capitalism but its still capitalism apparently

The Political Thread

why don't you all answer a question i don't want to x3

The Political Thread

So anyone want to give me the short version of what's been "civilly discussed" here? Ya know, the snark and insults back and forth aside.

@SleepingSilence

you're clearly helping alleviate the horrible situation

The Political Thread

<Snipped quote by mdk>
You could try addressing the points without being snarky.

@catchamber

you could try having some lol

Legends of the West

bro what about goblins = jews???

Mon Dieu, Mon Seigneur, Mon Imperateur; Tout pour vous! - A Warhammer 40K Guard RP [High Casual/Low Advanced] - FULL !!!

The Prologue

In which Lord Alpharius Sends his regards - Spiels Voran; Drauf und Dran - Lady Anastastasia Belisarius has dark portents - Riding to war! - Burning of Alreudt - Dozens of Cardinals debate theology - A pact is sealed

(theme)

Lord Commander Jonas Saltzar was quite depressed today. So far the efforts of of the seventry regiments under his command to dislodge the perfidious Tau from the Imperial fringes were met with failure after failure. The fact the Imperial navy were less than eager to assist him only worsened the matter, and while he was a quite good commander there was only so much he could do when he only had a lasgun for every two men, not to mention the Chirurgeons were not at all helpful with the wounds his men took and the headaches he was having.

It was in the orbital station of the Forgeworld Kyrann that things took a particularly sour turn for him. Saltzar was going to sleep when the headache began to act up again. He pushed rune at his door that would summon his aide but naught happened; if anything all was worse now as the light and heat in his room failed. The commander growled, cursing the Mechanicus cogheads. If they didn't want to supply him with more firearms so be it, but they should have the Throne-damned decency to let him sleep a night.

Only the inverse was to happen.

The Lord-Commander's body shot into an upright position as he squinted with fear, the door to his quarters suddenly open. "Lady?" he questioned, knowing only the Astropath of the station to have such glowing red eyes. "Pardon my... brevity, but what the hells are you doing here at this time?" he demanded.

There was no reply forthcoming for now, the figure getting closer. He could now better make out the shape of the person, and realized grimly it wasn't the Astropath.

"Who are you?" he demanded, hand reaching for his laspistol. It was a clam, fluid motion and perhaps unnoticed by most, but when he tried to flick off the safety it wouldn't budge.

"My Apologies Lord." The voice droned.

"I'm going to ask you to get out." The Commander replied, not in the mood for these shenanigans.

"For finality of the equation, I cannot do that."

Jonas quickly recognized that voice as that of one of the cogboys, though for the life of him couldn't remember which. It was cold, but he was paradoxically sweating.

"Out, I said."

There was no reply again, save for the shaking of the head. He raised his pistol but the counterpart didn't seem to care, going forth. Mechadendrites emerged, with short triangular cutters silently slipping out. They were clearly for engraving, but they could nevertheless do quite horrid things to flesh.

"I'm a Lord Commander of seventy Regiments, I demand you leave!" He screamed, but once more it was to no effect.

"Please. Please!" He squealed, swiftly changing tone from that of authority to pleading.

"I'll do anything!"

"That is the issue, Lord."

With that, the Imperium found yet another theater of war.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

Smugly walking forth with his sword drawn, Vlad suddenly stopped what with feeling a rather painful impact. He coughed blood and looked down to see an arrow in him. "Oh shit." he muttered as he dropped to his knees. Already the bastard would be knocking another arrow in that nasty bow of his. Dazed, there was still enough awareness in Vlad to know he had to act fast and so he did. A blue glow in his eyes foreshadowed the thick chunk of ice that would rise in front of him to rest and cower behind.

Then the Cryomancer looked down to the immediate issue, and gave a quiet gasp in pain. That was soon followed by a vicious roar as he pulled the arrow out, and then pressed a fist to the affected area to quickly freeze the wound shut as a stop-gap.

A short moment of rest followed, to restore bearings and think of what to do next.

"Alright!" The Kislevite called out. "You listen to me you idiot!" The words were screamed, furious. "That arrow came alone, so now you've shown me that you ain't got half a dozen, you might even be alone!" There came another brief pause, before he continued. "But, now, I'm going to make you hurt."

With that he stood, sword upraised. It was almost as if he was striking a heroic pose for a painting or a man chiselling a statue, but not quite. While his left hand thrust the blade into the sky the right was moving, wafting aetheric particles to him. The sky would shift, and quite suddenly there would be some climate change. Thousands of razor sharp pellets would fall like arrows from the sky, fast and even given an attempt at direction, though to the Halfling's luck he wasn't aware of him and he was out of the worst of the cone of pain. To the luck of the trio of newcomers the Ice Mage was in an emotional state of fury, had already used some power, lost blood and had an open injury. Relentlessly the ice would fall, shearing off any exposed flesh and then melting with a small amount of salt to make wounds all the more painful. However, any clothing and armour it touched would save them from most harm save that of budget, tattering cloth and leather while making tiny dents and chinks in steel. With that he'd run forth again to hide in the cover of the vegetation, inching along with his sword in hopes of vengeance.

Post Your Pikcha

@Spoopy Scary
fuck you for bringing my nostalgia back why'd it have to get cancelled :((((((((

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

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Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

The Kislevite followed Severo, not particularly caring about the grim sight before him. It was a tragedy that so many had died, but from their appearance it was most likely they lived by the sword, and now died by it - there was no mourning to be done here. No, he instead reveled in the ecstasy of the winds of magic, aetheric dust going down his nostrils in great gulps of air. Vlad couldn't help but smile, perhaps looking just a bit insane from the wide grin on him in spite of the carnage about him and the potential death in front of him.

With the magic going through him he could think faster, more freely, passion and reason beautifully commingled. Waldemar let those present say their part, before he cheerfully raised his hand and shouted "Hello!" Carefully, and not too quickly but neither slowly he started to saunter over to the man with the bow. "That's a fine weapon you have there, my suspiciously sweaty friend!" He exclaimed after a few steps, giving a cheery smile with a short pause in speech. "But you see, I think you're lying. If you did have us surrounded and were in this situation, I and my friends would be full of wood, steel and flint by now. Yet here I stand, and I'm still walking aren't I?" He asked, now starting to slowly draw his szabla as he did so.

"Of course, I might be a great idiot, by some chance wrong. But I tell you this I'm not one. Even if there are that many of you, you may well have a wizard in your company and of him I beg you ask, how are the winds of magic. I am of the wind of Death, yet yours may well be a Bright or Light wizard but they too will confirm the winds of magic are strong and as a result, today you shouldn't try to trifle with us." By now (provided he wasn't shot or otherwise stopped along the way) he would be quite close and giving a few playful twirls of his sword continued: "If you do have anyone with you, I recommend they step out now; all of you. It's not particularly nice to try and have a chat with the threat of an arrow through the skull. Come out, we'll speak civilized, maybe we'll all come out of this with all the bits we came with but by Volans don't make any twitches or anything of the sort."