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2 yrs ago
Current A quiet day is a good day, especially when it doesn't have to be productive.
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3 yrs ago
I made a new RP for the first time... In years. roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… please give it a look!
7 yrs ago
Fallout Tactics has death claws that can talk, scary killer robots, and the ability to have a tank. It just doesn't... Sit well with the rest of lore.
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7 yrs ago
Very sick, will post when not hurting.
7 yrs ago
I'm awake at weird hours again.
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Jacob

"Relax Marius the enemy has fallen back. there regrouping and likewise so are we. The troops need a minute to relax I'll allow it. How about Niya and Marius head back to the caravan with thee prisoner, she's a church assassin sent here to hunt Shepherds." He said examining her attire and Naga pendant with a sword crossed behind it.

Sighing he looked back towards the remaining enemies and called out. "Your commander has been defeated, flee or surrender. You'll be crushed if you remain." He yelled out, that's when the line broke. Each of men on the losing side paused considering the words of the young man. However the Grandmaster was not one for mercy, with a simple order Feroxian knights surged forward crushing those who had paused at the Champions words. Survivors ran but warriors gave chase, axes quickly burying into the backs of those fleeing the fight.

Jacob watched in horror at the old mans strategy, cutting down those who no longer had the will to fight. He hoped he never ended up like that, no matter what. "Marius... If everyone is alright would you mind leading them back to the caravan... I need to talk with old bastard." He said hands clenched as stepped forward. Everyone could feel the tension, he planned to attack the old coot and scream like a child at how he was monster. They could see the sadness and rage burning in his eyes.

Caroline

Stepping over she cast a mending spell on Jerod looking him over for any wounds her magic may have missed. She gasped looking back at her brother, she'd never seen him so furious. She leaned over and whispered to Jerod. "Would you mind stopping him? He's going to get himself hurt like that, the old coot has years more experience and power over Jacob." She said in a worried tone, the exchange moments ago with Solanne forgotten in light of this new horrifying development.
Praetor had sent out scouts, English pathfinders from world war II. He would often recall them and let them regal him of stories of the progress made outside. He was keeping tabs on Lucian, sadly he knew what was to come yet in this sorry state he would have to ask for aid, first from Klaus then the Blackmoores. Dracula could not return, he played dangerous games, endangering the secrecy vampires fought so hard to maintain. He had rested in the chair, four empty blood packets lay beside him. His hunger stated as he straightened himself up, he pulled on his jacket and set about tiding the house and testing his body. While he may look like a handsome twenty-something his body did need time recharge, especially after great tests of power.

Praetor had just finished cleaning the library when he heard noise, walking into the kitchen he was greeted by the sight of a one armed young woman. "Drink, your body needs blood no matter how much you wish to deny it. Don't worry, we didn't steal it the blood is from donors at local hospitals. I am Praetor, Mira's bodyguard and elder Vampire." He said taking a seat at the counter. "Sit, I can tell your a new blood and more than likely have questions. I'm recovering so I have time to speak with you." He said in his gentle teacher fashion, he seemed warm and friendly like the teacher you knew didn't mind hearing your thoughts and cared about his students.
Honestly at my size I was never comfortable fencing but I learned. I'm a master of conventional sword play and adept with most medieval weapons. I could kick if I had killer intent which is why I nomally lose.
@Harbringer yeah mares are sweet. The one I ride name is waffles.
@Harbringer I'm working with a big mare, she's a sweet heart and a work horse. So it works pretty well. With a lance or spear, swordsmanship hard on horse back. Jousting however is easy.
@Constantine don't worry I can wait.
I've been wanting to move into learning horse back sword play but... Well it's a lot more difficult than you would imagine.
Appearance: The first thing you would notice is thick long auburn hair, after that eyes that seem to move between sea green and deep blue. After that would notice the frames of glasses and the stubble trimmed back on his chin as no matter how often he shaves it seems to return moments later. Finally you would come to the relational you were looking up, this giant tower at 6'6" or just over two meters. His smiles come natural and yet the bags under his eyes suggest long nights and tiredness. He moves gracefully for such a large person and stocky stature, he could have been a dancer in another life. However as he stops he stretches and sits down, his bones idle as he relax's producing a note pad from his pocket he sits and writes poetry, short stories, and novel idea's to pass the time.

Weapon of choice: Trained in medieval combat (Don't try what I do at home kids.) he can accurately fight with swords, shields, and other archaic devices. Frighteningly accurate with a cross bow at range and often does live combat bouts at local fencing club. Has trained in numerous sword discipline, wants next to learn Kendo.

Likes: Swords, MTG, Stories, poetry, video games, climbing trees and napping in them, exploring new places, anime, pranks, and having trouble find me.

Dislikes: Boredom, rude people, awkward conversations, and blue players in MTG.

Others: I can't take the school system in the United States seriously so I am constantly having to pull my grades up.
@McHaggis if you would like.
I'm still trying to find a way to bring in Praetor.
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