BangoSkank

Most anticipated Games of 2018-2019

I hope it doesn't end up like that. I'm not too triggered by the standard issue pre-order incentives.

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

While Loheir stood amidst the slaughter, seeming to be lost in thought, Shel used the protection his presence offered to search about the bodies for anything useful. Coins or gear that could be salvaged, and who knows perhaps there was a cultured man amongst this rabble. Perhaps he might find something tucked away he could use to cook supper later. Many would judge an adventurer for looting still smoldering bodies, but the reality of the matter was that at some point someone was going to come upon the bodies and search them. Might as well be little old Shel.

It took him longer than he would have liked, as a Halfling rolling a human body over was difficult but it was always best to be thorough. Folk around here often didn't have much so every little bit counted. Shel didn't believe in wasting any part of the animal and he applied that philosophy to the dead as well. Not in that way of course, but a careful search helped him get what little treats the world might offer. In this case the time was all but completely wasted.

"Just a facking potato? A potato?" Shel asked the still smoking corpse, "All that and that was all you gave me?"

Shel gave the body a light kick and turned back to his guardian to see if he shared Shel's outrage but found him lost in thought. Nostrils flared and jaw tensed, Loheir probably wasn't upset about the potato. Whatever it was he was thinking about Loheir wasn't so lost in his brooding that he didn't immediately process the sound of an arrow burying itself in a tree somewhere nearby and duck to avoid it.

"Shit," Shel stammered while scampering away from the body and toward the large menacing figure of Loheir and tucked the potato into a small bag hanging from his belt.

"Let's flush them out eh?" he asked as he took a small sling off his shoulder and slipped a well formed octagonal projectile into it. Spinning up the sling until the strap whistled lightly through the air he loosed it into a tree on the opposite side of the clearing, generating a loud thud and a slight crack.

"Come on," he comments under his breath, "take the bait."

Cowboys and Magicians? What about a western styled fantasy roleplay?

Put me down as a maybe. Just figured I'd mention Deadlands for inspiration basically. It's a supernatural western setting so I figured it can serve as a good basis for you to build on.

Cowboys and Magicians? What about a western styled fantasy roleplay?

You might want to take a look at Deadlands. I'm doing an RP set in it right now and it would hit a lot of those points for you.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Must write, can't

Most anticipated Games of 2018-2019

Five pages and no mention of Red Dead Redemption 2?

Did it slip everyone's minds or am I alone in my excitement?

Just looking for someone around my level of description and battle.

This is why I don't want to RP with you Dynamo. Your attitude.

Korin, I don't have much experience but I'd be happy to do one with you if you'd like. Only character I have at the moment is basically a delusional professional wrestler.

Deadlands - A Supernatural Western

While the newcomers ate breakfast and talked together, about whatever folk from wherever they were from talked about, the two locals shook hands then divided up through the town looking for folk to recruit. Were an easy enough job. Didn't know how many folk the queer strangers were lookin' fer but that didn't really matter too much. Two dollar a day per man, plus ten to whoever found that mine. That were a pretty reasonable wage.

One of 'em run around to the Taxidermist knowin' he might be like to up the price on that cougar to make sure it got caught. Damn things were makin it hard to catch smaller critters. Truth be told the fuckin things were makin it hard to get much a anything done around here. Sure enough the news got Zeke all riled up. Old fool got up and come headin outside to see what were goin on. He seen the town had come alive. Morning was gettin on and folks were kickin up dust, ready to make a buck.

Number o' capable men and a few more weathered or still drunk folk had gathered around to try an' get in on the mine hunt. Couple of older folk, couple a younger bucks with sharps eyes, and a good few that was lookin' like they was just roused from a deep sleep. Ol' Zeke sent his bartender fella into the Bed and Breakfast to talk. He come up and asked the party if'n they weren't going to finish the job and get that other cougar. Said Zeke figgered he could rustle up a few men and get the job done with Kaufmann if he were up to it.

Just looking for someone around my level of description and battle.

No thank you.

Just looking for someone around my level of description and battle.

I don't have a magical cat, but I've been wanting to get a start in Arena RPs for a while.