Looks OK.
But no Jaegers? D: I mean, killing a giant lizard has never been more fun since someone in Pacific Rim had the idea of comparing a freight ship to a baseball bat.
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Count me in! Finally, a decent AC RP.
(Sorry, may not participate. D:)
(Sorry, may not participate. D:)
Bee, you just stuffed the corpse of a senior guard member into a trunk in your house.
I think the shots need calling, don't they?
I think the shots need calling, don't they?
Just outside the mysterious camp
Rogers did not look like he was in a hurry. If not for the longsword strapped to his back and the chain mail he was clad in, he would have looked like an ordinary traveller.
Suddenly, our ordinary traveller realized he had only mere seconds to live.
Captain Ironmaw scrutinizingly glared into the pig-nosed man’s eyes. The other ninety-odd guards followed his gaze.
“H-hello, u-um... kind sirs! I-”
The captain had no patience for thorough interrogation. With a mighty cry accompanied with a fierce flaring from his nostrils, he yelled something in Draconic. Roughly translated into common, it would have been this: “Attack!”
Not all of the Estermerean garrison knew Draconic, but they sure as hell knew what their captain meant. With a mighty cry, they trampled Rogers the Nisceni underfoot (or underhoof, for that matter) and charged into the Nisceni camp.
The captain was about to order his men to slay everyone in sight when a familiar green cloak dropped down onto his horse, in front of him. A few other of his kin did the same to Ironmaw’s lieutenants at the front of the convoy.
“Stay your hand, captain! Before killing them, I think we’d like to find out where they came from, no?”
Ironmaw was about to raise his voice in reply, but saw the sense in this and nodded. The wood elf, along with his comrades, leapt off the horses and strode towards the surrendering red-clad guards. He swiftly grabbed the collar of the mysterious elf, who was trying to escape in vain. They began to converse in Elvish.
“Ordinary travelers in the forest, eh? We’re not that stupid.”
“H-hey. P-please, let us go, or they’ll get angry-”
“Who’ll get angry?”
“T-t-t-them!”
“WHO?!” The wood elf raised an intricate yet sharp dagger to the Nisceni elf’s throat. Meanwhile, Ironmaw gave a subtle nod of approval.
“T-the emperor!” Before the wood elf could give another brutal collar tug, the Nisceni continued “Of Nisceni!”
Under a green hood, two bright emerald eyes glittered. “That is all we need to know.”
He turned back to Ironmaw. “Chain these boys up, captain, and let’s go back to the town. I think we got a niiice long talk later with these birds.”
Rogers did not look like he was in a hurry. If not for the longsword strapped to his back and the chain mail he was clad in, he would have looked like an ordinary traveller.
Suddenly, our ordinary traveller realized he had only mere seconds to live.
Captain Ironmaw scrutinizingly glared into the pig-nosed man’s eyes. The other ninety-odd guards followed his gaze.
“H-hello, u-um... kind sirs! I-”
The captain had no patience for thorough interrogation. With a mighty cry accompanied with a fierce flaring from his nostrils, he yelled something in Draconic. Roughly translated into common, it would have been this: “Attack!”
Not all of the Estermerean garrison knew Draconic, but they sure as hell knew what their captain meant. With a mighty cry, they trampled Rogers the Nisceni underfoot (or underhoof, for that matter) and charged into the Nisceni camp.
The captain was about to order his men to slay everyone in sight when a familiar green cloak dropped down onto his horse, in front of him. A few other of his kin did the same to Ironmaw’s lieutenants at the front of the convoy.
“Stay your hand, captain! Before killing them, I think we’d like to find out where they came from, no?”
Ironmaw was about to raise his voice in reply, but saw the sense in this and nodded. The wood elf, along with his comrades, leapt off the horses and strode towards the surrendering red-clad guards. He swiftly grabbed the collar of the mysterious elf, who was trying to escape in vain. They began to converse in Elvish.
“Ordinary travelers in the forest, eh? We’re not that stupid.”
“H-hey. P-please, let us go, or they’ll get angry-”
“Who’ll get angry?”
“T-t-t-them!”
“WHO?!” The wood elf raised an intricate yet sharp dagger to the Nisceni elf’s throat. Meanwhile, Ironmaw gave a subtle nod of approval.
“T-the emperor!” Before the wood elf could give another brutal collar tug, the Nisceni continued “Of Nisceni!”
Under a green hood, two bright emerald eyes glittered. “That is all we need to know.”
He turned back to Ironmaw. “Chain these boys up, captain, and let’s go back to the town. I think we got a niiice long talk later with these birds.”
What happened to the scene at the astronomer's guild? I had an epic post for them O_O
Iryhor said
A party nation. The entire civilization is built around indulgence and possibly flamboyance. Does that give you any ideas, or would you like me to expand a little more?
Holy shit, it's a giant circus.
Maybe a ridiculously large amount of vineyards and taverns?
I'm not sure what country elements I want to put for my nation of the god of laughter, alcohol, and revelry. Help?
WHO LET DA GEESE OUT
HONK HONK HONK
*if you get what I mean.*
HONK HONK HONK
*if you get what I mean.*
Eh, Wyvern, wood elves move fast especially on horseback. Might want to add them in the gnoll thing.
Feig, looks good, accepted.
Anyone direct me to the burning with a post link? Too much stuff going on/
Feig, looks good, accepted.
Anyone direct me to the burning with a post link? Too much stuff going on/
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