BigPapaBelial

Man-Things! (Skaven Roleplay)

So this didn't go anywhere huh? That's too bad. Would have loved to try this out.

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Mistihkoman had thought his chances slim to none. Barely able in fact. So as the cards turned his elation rose. It couldn't be, another two card. A Spade, to add to his clubs and diamonds! A three of a kind, he remembered the man at Fort Edmonton tell him this is a good hand. He looked about the table, it's incredible. He won? He won. A big smile crosses his face, "Ah! Good medicine indeed. So much good medicine." He laughs softly and nods sagely. Indeed the time had come to lay down and he had laid it down the finest. Impressive really as he thought he had no chance. As he's about to voice his joy though, well things change.

As Logan reaches for the pot sounding quite put out Mistihkoman watches then his own ire burns brightly. They had taken his rifle, and bow and rifle butt club upon entering the saloon, but had failed to take his knife and tomahawk which were hidden inside his vest. As Logan extends his hands with that red faced look on his face Misithkoman moves. The tomahawk flits out and slams into the table top right between Logan's middle and ring fingers, missing his hand by mere hairsbreadths. He then whispers, "Do you know why they call me Big Knife?" And from the other side of his vest a hunting knife 40 centimetres long (1.3 foot), with a 10 centimeter wide (.3 foot) blade. It's a helluva a thing to see. Almost like the infamous bowie knife of James Bowie fame. He looks at Logan, his other hand still on the tomahawk handle, "I am a Hunter. And a Scout. And in battle these two professions make for fine bladework, Mr. Logan." His dark eyes glinted as he rose to his feet, he's a squat powerful figure, but with those two weapons he towers at the moment.

He grins, "You have Bad Medicine, Mr. Logan. It poisons your mind and heart." The dull glint of the blade in the Native man's hands almost like a dull star in the night sky. He raised it and pointed the hooked tip at Logan, "I would be glad to cut it from you if you wish." He turned the blade slightly the cutting edge of the blade catching the lamp light, "Come now white man. Continue your angry movements, so I may call on Omantiou as my witness to guide my hand."

Translations and Concepts

Omantiou = Alternatively Oymantiou, Great Spirit, Great Ancestor Spirit, God

The Cree People did not worship a single god, though there was a "greater" spirit they venerated. They did venerate a plethora of spirits in the world. Trees, beasts, bugs, wind, water. All things have a spirit to them. And the Crees would pay homage and prayer to the spirits in times they believed it was needed. Praying to the spirit of a animal as they hunted it. Praying to a river so it would be calm as they crossed it. Praying for rain or wind in times of need. But Oymantiou is the Great Spirit, the Great Ancestor of all who created the world and would be referenced in all moments of Prayer and would be called out to in times of tension.

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Hah!

I'm sorry that's hilarious.

But okay then. Somehow.

Well I wanna see this post now.

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go right ahead

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I went in there too and I didn't have the option to roll either. Was too lazy at the time to say anything though...yeah sorry.

Starline - A Sci-Fi Tabletop-esque Rp for Non-Tabletop Players!

Hmmm interesting. Is this still on the "table"? Because I'd be willing to give it a try.

I may actually already have an idea for a character forming.

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Mistihkoman smiles, "Interesting people. Good medicine though." He looked at his cards again. A pair of twos, if he remembers the lessons that one moniyew taught him at Fort Edmonton, then this meant he had a chance, a slim chance but a chance. Anything could beat his pair at this point, unless the cards in the middle played nice. He hoped. But did not hope hard. He tossed a coin into the middle, "Maybe this help the deal." He nods feeling like he did this right.

He takes the time to look up at everyone. This Phineas seemed like an interesting sort. And seems quite proud of who and what he is. Interesting white man. Then this Mary Johnson, strong woman, good medicine indeed. He liked this Billy Kingsley, he had a good soul to him he felt. Incredible medicine that. But what made Mistihkoman wonder is this Barnabus character. Something about the words wrong untrue. But he couldn't place it. Like it was well something wasn't right he couldn't really tell.

He gave a sniff then nodded slowly, "So shall we play more. I am in." He nods putting his cards back down again on the table face down. He smiled slightly, just slightly, hoping to look confident in what he's doing.

Concepts and terms

In case you're curious, the concept of "Good Medicine" is prevalent through out many tribes of American Indian and Canadian First Nations. "Medicine" is any kind of concept, term, or idea that enriches the soul. There is also "Bad Medicine" that can be thought to curse, enfeeble or damage the soul. And there are rituals for both Good and Bad Medicine. To either perpetuate the good, or cleanse the bad.

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Working on one right now actually.@Kelewen

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Love to post...kinda waiting for @Landain though sadly.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

It's the sharp bark of Wasteland that catches Lex's attention, and then he sees the two men, one tall and athletic the other slightly rotund and out of shape. And they are heading towards the potential Wutian target. His eyes narrow, he could make for the jeep, get it prepped and pick up Wasteland, or he could take this up and escalate this. Either way would mean a potential problem. He looks to the jeep then back. And then barks out it's not a command it's just a sound a sharp clear coughing sound. And Wasteland ducks, waiting, it's clear to the canine. This has turned into something else. Lex, gathers himself and changes directions, from inside his coat he pulls out his Shinra military ID clamping it in plain sight on his belt. And makes for the vehicle. Pushing back the left of his coat reveals his holstered shotgun, he rests his hand on the handle of it. Not because he intends to use it, well he fully intends to use it if it gets that far, but also for some form of mental fortification.

As he gets closer he's abotu to raise his voice to stop his mark and the man in the car. When he sees the other two making for Wasteland. Wasteland being in ready position for the car lets out a bark of surprise as the two are approaching her. Lex looks at his mark then at the pair, "Ahhh crap." He pulls the shotgun and shouts out, "Shinra Ranger Special Forces, don't move!" A moment later his second gun the modified winchester is out, the shot gun aimed at the Wutian and the truck, the winchester on the two approaching his partner, "This is a special unit situation, you two by the dog back up hands high, you in the truck and you the Wutian hands high as well. I'm placing you all under arrest for suspicious activities." He stops in a place he's nominally able to cover both groups, "Touch the dog and I blow you down." He calls to the two near Wasteland, then his gaze turns to the pair at the vehicle, "Don't make this harder then it needs to be." Lex hums, unable to reach for his walkie talkie now, and weighing his options how well he can cover everyone with on weapon. "No one move..." The shot gun sliding into it's holster as he reaches for his walkie talkie, speaking into it, "Ranger Krait to Dispatch, send extraction team to my location ASAP. I have potential dissidents on site."