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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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@Pyromania99 @MZambos Bern has posted... Things are getting interesting in Plegia.
@AirBender No worries, I hope everything goes alright! If not I completely understand.
Bern stood outside his tent, one of his cavaliers rode up and got off bowing. "My lord... We found another village in need of cleansing. It is to the south, three hours march. If we leave now we can take the village before night fall." The soldier said his head remained bowed.

Bern smiled. "Good work brother, Naga will reward your service. Drink and rest we will leave in an hour." He patted the man on the shoulder, nodding for the other riders to do the same. There mounts could also rest, they were camped at oasis where the horse could move easily and drink freely. Bern stepped up the center of the camp, a top a few boxes that held rice and other goods they carried. "The main army will leave with me in thirty minutes, the scouts report heretics to the south of us. We will teach them the error of there ways to save our children and all future generations pain that the Fell dragon has caused." He told them as the fighter and soldiers cheered, proud to serve the young Monk who would give such a great future.

Bern smiled and then stepped down, he prepared his travel bags. In the true style of a Monk he then began to walk, leading the band of holy warriors forward, marching them across the sands until they saw it. A large village probably three hundred people or so, it even had walls and a bell tower. Bern called for Genna, his archer. "Genna, be a dear and kill the watch man in that tower so our advance is not spotted." He smiled cruelly knowing that with no warning this would be a slaughter.

The young archer, she couldn't have been over eighteen nodded and pulled back her bow. The arrow flew swiftly and cleanly, striking the old man mind who was minding the bell. He collapsed to the floor, the arrow through his neck as he reach for the string trying to warn his sons, his granddaughter, all of them. He couldn't reach however and darkness soon took him.

With the alarm down a sand storm approaching he nodded. "All forces forward, use the storm as cover get up to the gates and knock them down!" He said throwing his arm forward as casting the wrath of his warriors upon them. With that they charged, Genna stayed at Bern's side. She was his bodyguard, loyal to the end no doubt Bern had rescued her of course she couldn't remember but everyone said he had saved her and thus she believed it. When the storm had passed the gates were broken, blood running into the streets.

Bern slowly walked into the town, brushing the sand from his white robes. "Bring all survivors to the square." He said, crying and the occasional scream was heard as about ten women, two men and three children were brought into the square. "The men first." Bern said as both were brought forth drawing forth his book. "Do you renounce Grima and accept Naga as your savior?" He asked them both, the first blood into eyes. The second had gotten free of bonds, producing a knife from his sleeve lunge up trying to stab at Bern. The Monk didn't even flinch when Genna shot an arrow threw the mans hand and in to the others mans neck. "Women next." Was all Bern said as he wiped the blood from his face.

"Surely you ladies wish to renounce Grima and join the Church." He said giving them a warm smile, as it would rub away the mass murder he was committing in their own homes. One woman cried, the other just stared defiantly. "Execute them away from the children." He said as then looked at the kids. "Release them, they can wander the desert perhaps Naga will save them. We won't kill more than we have to he said if some kind of saint. With that he turned Genna left to go help perform the executions. Yet when Bern turn his back a young girl gripped the book she had hidden and cast her dark magic at the Monk. It hurt for a moment yet it only surveyed to annoy him. "You little animal! I was going to let you live!"

The child shrunk back as scared, she didn't want to die... She just wanted him to pay for killing her mother and father. She hugged her brothers trying to shield them as the Monk prepared to cast. Then it happened a raven rushed down from the sky and took the spell meant for her. "What is this?"

A boy smiled. "Heya dead man!" He giggled as suddenly more and more dark mages teleported in, bandits began to jump the walls and attack his soldiers. "My names Sules, guess your the jerk whose been killing my people?" His smile didn't fade as if magically plastered on. "Do you want to know how it feels to be eaten alive by ravens... Cause I can do that." His voice sounded angry as he lifted his other hand, hundred of the feathered fiends circled over the town now. One of the priests and Genna rushed to his side, the priest prepared to teleport them as the swarm of bird parted and began to dive at random warriors. They teleported away abandoning the troops quickly as the three headed back towards the camp.

Meanwhile among the army they had left Vera had arrived. The queen of the bandits laughed as she positioned herself by the gates. "Slaughter them to the last boys! Make these Naga loving bastards pay for it all! No one raids Plegia and lives to speak of it!" She cut down two clerics who scream and tried to escape, Sules laughed as the dark mages weaved curse's and defiled their opponents with black magic. Vera and Sules, two of the most feared warriors in Plegia renowned for there lack of remorse and love of violence.

Bern cursed as they trudged back towards camp, he would have to rejoin the main force now. The one he had positioned near the border between Ylisse and Plegia. Damn those Grima worshiping mad men, they had cost him some of his best warriors in this battle. Still he had Genna and one healer left, perhaps he could tell the others that a traitor caused this failure. Cast blame on to another and then simply force them in to admitting so they might die in peace, a simple plan, though unoriginal, perhaps he could think of a new one.
You know I was happy when I saw another Elf... Now I'm not sure... I feel like their is going to be a stabbing... I'm sleeping under my Griffin's wings from now on...
Well this can only go somewhere interesting.
@Viciousmarrow No problem!
@SillyGoy Well the Paladin is next on Irina's hit list. Unless were really lucky.
Ariin coughed as he looked at his sensors no visual feed, alarms were blaring and he noted that he hadn't taken her down. Irina was still out their probably saving him for later, or just thinking he was dead. He swapped to the team channel groaning. "All visual's are down on the Paladin. I can't see anything over here, I think I might have damaged Irina some but unable to tell. I'm locking down and holding position. If anyone's getting this either ping the target the on my map or send my targeting angles. I can still shoot." He told them as he locked down his shield, turning right enough to where he would face the tower the last place he saw Irina.

He now watched the map display Elora had provided them watching the dots his guns angle measurements and targeting system were still up, they were tied into the weapon itself. He took a deep breath and then a terrible idea popped into his head. He could open the top of the cock he was tall enough he'd be able to see out of it and shoot... Of course that would be him personally at great risk. If she fired at his cockpit it would be lethal, yet he couldn't just leave them out their, most his Frame was behind the shield now anyway. He just have to make it quick, or he probably wouldn't make it.

He sat up a little as the top of his Frame opened up just enough for him see. He laid the gun on top of the shield and then smiled, their she was on top of the tower... Throwing Elora. Sigma was one thing, Elora was another, he over charged the gun six volleys, twelve rounds at this bitch. 'I'm probably next anyway' he thought as he put the gun on her then he received Elora's targeting data, he was proud of her it wasn't much but it was enough to tell his the Pompey's sensors to only fire Frame in her shape. In truth he was locked to her now unable to fight anyone on anything else. Once he put the gun on her and system was primed he started to close the hatch, as six thumps rocked the Paladin. The twelve rounds tore towards her from behind, from a Frame she thought she had destroyed.

Doing this however had put a lot of stress on the gun, he opened it's ventral hatches and waited for it cool now. Either she would fly down here and finish him off or he would here his teammates yelling in victory. He just waited, ready to be beaten, to send a fair well to his squad as he shut his eyes and hummed a lullaby he remember his mother used to sing to him. He wondered how Elora and Sigma were doing, he hoped alright he'd get them both something nice after this... Well he might steal something nice for Elora and bake Sigma a cake strawberry cake... maybe a good vanilla or cream cheese icing to go on it? Which would she prefer, he asked himself in truth trying to ignore the reality of what was more than likely he last moments on the field.
Daeron was not happy, currently a demon was trying freeze his boots in place. Meanwhile a shriek had just flanked the mages. He swung his heavy blade at the demon to drive back before making a sprint for the shriek he attacked the creature stabbing at, always keeping his shield between it and him. One those things could rend a man in half easier than ogre could crush you.

Daeron battled the shriek as Beaky his partner took off, swooping down in fast dives trying to rip the desire demons head from it's skull. Storm Beak might have hated Dark Spawn but demons? Well Beaky had a bad Experience with demons, meaning to say that she discovered how confused they were at the nature of our world. Of things like gravity, flight, and how bones break were foreign to them. The Griffin only wished to teach them these simply thing or bite there head off and throw at a Darkspawn, whichever came first worked for her.

Daeron forced the shriek back towards the wall he tried to pin it against the wall with his shield and stab it in the head. He needed this thing to be dead and he needed it dead five minutes ago, after all every minute this continued they had to contend with more Darkspawn. He wanted to know the why about their forces, they couldn't have found another Archdemon so soon or... It could have been worse. He'd recently been given information that had been collected from Warden Commander Duncan's journals they had been recovered by another Warden, one from Orlais who had known the man.

He had information to share with current Commander here, honestly he wished they could just win already so they could get it done. He still had no idea how he was going to break all the news to her, as it seemed he would have a lot to share with her. Most it would be surprising no doubt however he decided she deserved to know of all it, the First Warden could shove it if he thought otherwise. After all from what he had heard, Duncan had been the one to bring Celica into the order in the first place.
@Animal @Viciousmarrow Alright so after you two post up introductions in Ylisse we can move that up.

@MZambos You mentioned about your character being Plegia? Well the Church is rather present their at the moment. I'll doing a post for their NPC rather soon, since @Pyromania99 character is with the Church out that way.
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