Andreyich

The Lost Heir and the Wandering Nation

Interesting, I will for now guess some more writing on religion will come forth with the main thread

The Lost Heir and the Wandering Nation

@Metronome A few questions about this update; what exactly does 'medieval' entail, is it more early stuff when Europe was much more fractured and still using chainmail and Vikings still roamed or later day when Europe was more united and there were crossbows and plate for Knights? As for magic, does Clergy/Faith/Priests have any power fitting into these categories?

The Lost Heir and the Wandering Nation

tentatively interested

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Edge of Ancient Forest(???)

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"Mmmmm." Came the contemplative reply as Heda gave her guess. He rotated this way and that a few times to examine his surroundings with a squint before shrugging. He wondered if it best he change at least so he could see properly but decided against it for now. "Would make sense, I suppose." Fabios said before turning back to the Vrykul. "If these are the Eastern Kingdoms all should be well, spent most of my life in the lands and it won't be long until I see something familiar."

As the woman said they should move on and the implication they might be in danger he shrugged drawing his long blade. Examining its glint in the moonlight for a moment he raised it high in a thrust to the skies before pressing it to his temple and at last lowering it. "Perhaps. Perhaps not. The Light will guide me, I have faith. Forest trolls or owlbears I fear none." The Paladin shouldered the blade with arms stretched wide to hold it as though he were crucified while he watched his counterpart. A reddish eyebrow rose as the woman shrunk, prompting the man to walk over to her. Flipping the sword over and holding it by the blade he use the hilt to prod just above the hair of Heda for curiosity if it would impact on flesh; he was wondering if it was just an illusion or a proper change of size. Regardless of the result he returned the weapon to a resting position on his right shoulder whilst his left hand ran through the man's long hair. He cursed quietly as his action produced a white one that fell out, but then Fabios returned to the matter at hand. "Very well, let us get going. My name is Fabios Odyssean, Knight of the Silver Hand. I do not need to know your's but it would be damned discourteous to not return the favour. Anyway, what was that business with the... you know." He asked, waving a finger up and down to demonstrate the shrinking. Not waiting for an answer he set off across the clearing where ambush was harder to find, while conversely settlements would be more common.

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Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

My Lord I just realized I replied in the IC saying I will reply soon, well I'll just edit that when I do post...

Warhammer 40k: A New Breed - Primaris Astartes RP [Open for Recruits]

probably reply tomorrow

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Ancient Forest(???)

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As the vortex took the Paladin he fought. He fought hard with all the strength invested into him by the gift of birth and by the gifts of the Light. Muscles tensed with effort and sweat rolled down his brow despite the cold, yet it was for naught. Coming to terms with the futility of his struggle he relaxed, closed his eyes and smiled. "I'm coming."

But he didn't.

It wasn't a particularly painful thud as he hit the ground for all his layers of armour, but it was quite and annoying one. He had accepted his death and awaited reunion with those he held so dear yet here he was in some starry landscape. It was quite beautiful, that is until he got better acquainted with it. The tall trees, the starry sky, the memories of Duke Lionheart, the forest women with their bows.... The Knight sprang upright one hand pulling forth a pistol whilst the other a falchion, an anxious and habitual reaction from his first bloody encounters with Kalimdor's residents.

However it wasn't the past anymore, in theory old wrongs were to be forgotten and at last noticing his Vrykul counterpart his shoulders sagged. Putting the weapons away and rubbing his temple wearily he examined Heda, sifting his memory for who could possibly be before him. She looked human enough but was bigger than even he, and the possibility of her being from Stormgarde or one of the other less civilized Kingdoms of man was eliminated when she referred to him as "human". He thought of the lessons he learned about Kul'Tiran history and remembered the Drust. Though they were wiped out, it lead to a train of thought ending in the conclusions she was most likely one of the Vrykul he had heard about. Well, the stories certainly didn't disappoint....

"No, I am fine; yes, I was taken by something of that sort." He stated. "Tell me, do you know where we are?" It was a short reply and a quick demand, but it was a necessity for the moment.

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

Am I bad at math or does the app of our mage have the stats equal to 81 and of our orc to 94 instead of 85?

Fallout: Hawaii

Interdasted

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

My apologies, fixed the CS.