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[A4GM] Warhammer 40,000: Donning the Cap.

So, you're looking for a GM, correct? I can't say I've ever done a 1x1 RP, but I could certainly try my hand if you'd be willing. I'm familiar enough with the world of 40k to wing it, and gotten through roughly the 65% threshold of the game in question (according to PS's tracking thing). Still, I know enough about the setting (both broad and specific) to run something.

This writing sample you have is fantastic, by the way.

Another Kingdom Hearts RP here, Perhaps?

@Dragonfly 9 Are you still willing to take more people, and if so, may I join?

Pokemon Lands

This seems interesting, that's for sure.

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@duskshine749 Have fun and drive safe!

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Caleb straightens his back a little as the man approaches them. At first he thinks the man is moving past them until he addresses the group. He seemed to be listening carefully, but it was impossible to know for sure as an outside observer. Most people can't see through steel, after all.

Caleb nods once the man finishes, resisting the urge to bow in response as he's trying to be courteous, not dramatic. "Thank you, sir." He said, trying his best to be polite. It takes him a moment to realize that those directions are gibberish to him, as he doesn't know this town. But, uptown shouldn't be hard to find, and 'Pauper's Square' sounds like somewhere that would be marked. Might take him a while few minutes to orient himself, but he could get there. At some point. Probably.

Could be a grifter. But I don't have much to lose right now, so why not? Best case scenario, I end up doing what I came here to do; kill monsters and get paid. Worst case, I get tricked and know to be wary of folks in this town. He took a moment to appraise the man's apparel. He's well-equipped. Might be a sellsword. Don't know what to make of that.

He turned back towards the rest of his new... companions? Regardless, he shrugged. "Couldn't hurt to have a look, at the least." He thought out loud.

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Caleb gave a quick salute to the captain as he got off the man's ship, and back onto solid land. The first thing he did was a few stretching movements that made his joints pop a little, and more audibly shifted his armor. He then looked towards the wharf proper, and first heard, then saw, the massive crowd and grimaced slightly.

The roar of the crowd was overwhelming to him, as he practically fought his way forward. He just wanted to get off this dock as quickly as he could, and away from all the constant noise. He couldn't hear the footsteps of people around him over the noise, which made him nervous and a little paranoid. He did his best to shake it off for now, but his mind kept drawing forward the notion that someone was going to try to take his gear, which made him rest his hand on the pommel of his sword to make sure it was still on his belt. He entered the rough queue, not pushing his way forward, but keeping other people from pushing past him, by either refusing to be moved, or a swift but relatively light 'accidental' strike of his elbow. Eventually, as the line moved, he was able to eventually speak with one of the notaries.

"Name?" "Caleb Derrius Evermoore III." "Business or pleasure?" "Business." "Anything you'd like to declare?" "My armor, my sword, my shield, and my boot knife." The notary looked up for a moment, surprised for a moment when they saw the man in full plate, before returning to their paperwork. It was safe to assume that he couldn't fit much between the armor and the arming doublet, and having him take it off would be more trouble than it's worth. Before they could say anything else, Caleb handed his pack to one of the customs agents for inspection, and produced his boot knife to prove it was on his person. He'd been processed before, and knew what he needed to do in order to speed things along a little bit. "Next!"

That wasn't so bad, he thought to himself as he started to move away from the throng. He was lying to himself, he absolutely hated that, but at the very least his compliance managed to speed things along a little bit. It's probably for the best that I stick around these folks for now. They seem like the kind of miscreants that might at least be able to have my back in a pinch. He then moved to meet up with the rest of the group he had arrived with, sighing in relief as he was able to make out the footsteps of the people around him again, and finally relaxing a little.

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Caleb would always be willing to trade stories, so long as they didn't go too far back. He'd be willing to talk to anyone who asks, and regale them with mostly war stories. This is probably the one he'd tell first. (Sorry if it goes a little long, I just kinda started going and when I was done I realized I'd written three paragraphs of text.)

Caleb's War Story

"I spent some time as a junior officer in his majesty King Andrew VII's army. He knew my family, and they decided I had the courage and drive to lead a few men. So one day, a few lords on the eastern periphery decided that they didn't want to be ruled over anymore, because they didn't appreciate the king shutting down some sources of their income by making them illegal. Mostly because he thought they were either morally wrong or counter-productive to the welfare of the nation. Selling debtors into slavery was one, and making the consumption of poppy seeds illegal was another. He tried to make up for it by reducing the import and export taxes on booze, but that didn't sway them enough and they rebelled. So naturally, the king sends out a few battalions to go sort them out and restore order to the eastern periphery, my company of medium cavalry being amongst them."

"We weren't an elite unit, just around a hundred young men with armor and horses who were supposed to cover the flanks of the heavy cavalry line. None of us had been to war, and I was the only one who had seen what battle really looks like. They were all excited and I figured only a complete idiot would try to take on the king's army, so we weren't expecting a fight. Maybe a few diehard soldiers who'd get cut down like grass. Imagine our surprise when one morning, while on the march, several full volleys of arrows start falling from the sky. The old vet in charge of out company caught one to the throat immediately, and we lost about a fifth of the guys in my company alone. I guessed where they were coming from, but it was chaos. I knew we couldn't just stay here though. So, I shouted the panicking kids that made up the company into order, and we charged towards were the arrows came from."

"It was a ragged formation, but the other units saw us and decided they weren't gonna get shown up by a bunch of green cavalrymen with more courage than sense. That charge was bloody, and when we broke from the trees, we saw the archers in time for them to lose another volley. That one was brutal, took a third of us down, and a couple arrows hit me as I had become the tip of the spear at that point. One in my right shoulder, another in my left thigh. But I wasn't gonna let something like that stop me. So I yelled 'For the king!' and couched my lance. The others echoed by cry, and we hit the line. My lance hit the enemy line so hard it shattered. So I dropped it, I drew my sword and started slashing out any anything that wasn't wearing the king's colors. I remember someone brained me with a mace, then waking to a cleric patching my wounds the next morning. Maybe twenty of us from my unit survived, but the other units hadn't taken too many casualties because our actions got them to shut up and charge instead of having captains and nobles bicker about tactics while we were getting shot at. Of course Baron Marcus, who was leading the army, took the credit for ordering the charge and I was bitter at first. But he didn't forget my actions, then and later, or my silence as to who did what in his stories. He was thanked me for my valor at one point, and was kind enough to give me a parting gift when I left his command." He then knocks his breastplate as he finished his story.

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Druuk: Caleb's very wary of the half-orc, given his past experiences. However seeing as he hasn't tried to kill anyone in front of Caleb yet, he's willing to give this half-orc the benefit of the doubt for now, even if he isn't sure if the half-orc is entirely trustworthy just yet. He at least seems martially capable at a glance, which Caleb can respect.

Lucky: He would offer the halfling the same respect he would anyone, but he wouldn't approve if he learned of his sticky fingers. However, he would probably find the halfling's general demeanor welcoming, if a bit loud for his tastes, and could be swayed if he learns or figures out that the halfling means well.

Harth-Kazann: Being aware of the stereotypes between dwarves and elves, he isn't likely to mention his elvish heritage around the dwarf unless prompted to. Otherwise, he recognizes that the dwarf, as a clergyman, believes in and fights for something greater than himself, and respects that. He would probably try to ask about the story behind the pelt at some point, in the interest of finding conversation.

Kraseawei: Given his upbringing, he wouldn't really be able to pick her out as anything more than a sailor who dresses a little strangely. So long as she doesn't try to steal anything around him, he'll try to be amicable. He's always interested in talking to a fellow bookworm, especially if she can keep up with him once he gets going about some of his favorite authors.

Colt: He would most likely find a kindred spirit in the man, given his sense of justice and distain for monsters. If he learns more about Colt, the similarity of their situations wouldn't be lost on him, which might get him to open up about things he otherwise wouldn't.

In a nutshell: He trusts some people more than others at a glance, and will try his best to be amicable and not step on toes. Otherwise, if you stay out of his way, he'll try to stay out of yours.

While aboard the ship, I imagine he'd be mostly helping the quartermaster, as he has experience with organization and logistics from his upbringing, in addition to the fifty-five pounds of steel he seemingly always wears not lending itself towards climbing around the rigging.

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@duskshine749Hey, just so you're aware, my character has a lot of experience with monsters, orcs, and the like. Very little of it good. So I was planning on having him be a bit wary of Druuk at first. Not full-blown racism, but wariness. You good with that?

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@Red WizardEdits have been made. Does this work?