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Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Deos Morran

I'm cool with that.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Draco Russ

Currently: Outside Seren's Folly, the ruin formally known as Lusius's Home.

Interacting:@Deos Morran@13org

"Besides even if you left in the middle of the night, anyone stupid enough to come here after you won't know you're gone until after they've bothered us." Draco said matter of factually as he decided to make himself useful. Sure he might not have had the same strength he had over fifty years ago, but he was still more then able to assist Lusius with his efforts to move anything that was just a bit to much for a single man to carry without risking injury.

Much like his son, Draco had also noticed the manner in which Shai wore Lusius's clothing (and the amount of skin that it showed) but he didn't say anything about it. There were much worse sights in the world and besides, Lusius had seemed to take a liking to her. It actually reminded him of his own beloved witch girl quite a number of decades ago... and brought a small, wistful smile to his face that helped to lighten his spirits a little.

"I wouldn't recommend using time magic..." Draco suggested, clearly remembering the last time she had used magic on Lusius... but he nodded his head as he recommended "But I wouldn't turn away someone who can help with heavy loads either by helping to lift it or cutting it down into more manageable chunks."

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

The rest of the travel on the ship was a...mixed affair for Fortune. When he wasn't hampered by illness (the cold thankfully was short lived), he tended to split his time between two major objectives; Doing what he could around the ship in order to help (It was good, honest, hard work that would help keep him in shape while giving the vastly understaffed and overworked crew the chance to rest and recover a bit) and sneaking small messages to Alison whenever the opportunity presented itself and Darren's watchful gaze was elsewhere.

Most of the time they were only small things, asking her how she was going and the like... but he also took a stab at poetry on occasion. Granted it wasn't good poetry; It was clear from anyone attempting to read it that the writer seemed to have only the most basic idea of what poetry was meant to look like without actually knowing the rules or tricks behind actually writing it himself. Still, the attempt was made anyway so hopefully that would count...

Alas, all 'good' things had to come to an end... through Fortune hadn't expected the ending to come so quickly. Nor was he at all happy with the idea of being booted off into the middle of nowhere without his horse, however, he could understand the argument for leaving Twilight on the ship rather then take her off into the jungle; Through leaving her with the people who had been eying her with hunger in their eyes wasn't exactly an appealing idea either.

Still, there was nothing for it. Donning his armor in order to carry it with him into what was no doubt going to be a dangerous jungle alongside his sword and shield with the rest of his equipment, Fortune took his place on the row boat... through he kept his helm off for the time being. The trip in the rowboat was no better then the journey on the ship had been... in fact it had been worse in how much more rough the trip had been, through blissfully it had been relatively short.

Stepping out of the boat on wobbly legs as he tried to get used to being on solid ground again after so long, Fortune attempted to keep it together long enough so that he could offer Alice a hand out of the boat like a proper knight.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Private First Class Andrew Macdonald

Having been dismissed and accepted back into the squad, Andrew smiled a little before taking a moment to look around to see if he could spot if there was anyone doing the cooking yet. After all, he had some supplies to drop off with them that he didn't really want hang onto for any longer then he had to.

Of course, after taking the time to look around he failed to find a cook. Well that was an easy solution, all he had to do was ask someone. Turning towards the nearest squad member, Andrew opened his mouth in order to ask a question before he paused as he noticed something; They didn't have a face. Instead of features that would have made a person stand out as an individual, all he saw was a series of blurs that were wearing a familiar (if battered) uniform...

Shaking his head, Andrew closed his mouth alongside his eyes in order to try and stop seeing things and refocus on the world around him. He... didn't need to ask anyone where the nearest cook was. He knew how to cook after all! Maybe a little louder then someone might have found acceptable, he called out "Alright ladies and gentlemen, anyone who has anything that they want to offer up for dinner, do so now! I'm cooking!"

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

@Jbcool

I will get a post up after sleep.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Luigi

Level: 2
Day/Time: Day One - Evening
Location: Kingdom of Erion - Raganival, Forest Beyond Castle Grounds - Abandoned Castle
Tag: Brigan @Holy Soldier, Amaterasu @Gentlemanvaultboy, , Samus @Lmpkio, James @Zarkun, Hapu @ToadRopes
Word Count:478

The situation with Brigan... didn't go anywhere near as well as Luigi had hoped it would have. He had merely believed the General to be going with them in order to avoid a dangerous fight; It seemed however that the giant actually had a real reason for wishing to come with them, if only to lead them to and open a secret entrance that he had neglected to inform them about until this very moment. Being called out by the drunk bastard as a poor leader hurt the most through... it strung deep and he couldn't help but wince as little before taking a deep breath.

He couldn't crumble under his own self doubts now... no matter how hard doing that might be. Especially with the added doubts and suggestions from his own team on his attempt to get Brigan to go and join the other time... A very poor start.

Watching and listening to the various abilities that his team processed, Luigi couldn't help but smile a little. "Sounds like we have a good amount of versatility to work with here. " while ignoring the chuckles and comments that the General offered them. In fact, he went as far as looking at Hapu and Amaterasu offering both of them an encouraging smile as he praised "I suspect that both of you are going to be playing vital roles in this operation."

The walk to the castle might have been a stressful affair... but as he walked Luigi couldn't help but feel himself grow... a little more confident in himself and his abilities. Sure the mission had started a little poorly due to a conflict of personalities, but as he watched the General open a wall with a... finger... he felt assured that they could do this successfully.

...And that was the point in which a bunny rabbit carrying a tea tray showed up and things started to fall apart quickly. The rabbit was running, General Brigan was chasing after her and whatever stealth the secret entrance had provided them with was quickly being lost as the fat bastard was shaking the castle with his moments and he needed to step up as a leader or everything was going to go down the warp pipe before it even began!

"Amaterasu! Catch that rabbit! It might know where the Princess is!" Luigi felt himself ordering as his body and mouth decided to bypass his brain before it could get bogged down with doubt and fear while pointing towards the feeling rabbit. After all, foxes were good at catching rabbits right? "Everyone else, after 'em! I don't want us splitting up unless we have to."

Even as he was shouting the order, he was already joining the chase after the rabbit. Sooner they caught the bunny, the sooner the drunken idiot would stop giving their presence away by shaking the castle.

Luigi's level up

(P)Defense: +2
(M)(E)Damage: +1
(M)(E)Defense: +2

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy Soldier

So how does leveling up work? I know that you get five stat points to put where you like, but how does that work in the case of abilities and equipment?

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

I'm fairly happy with the current set up... but that might just be because all of my team is currently accounted for.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I'll get Fortune's post up in the next day or two.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

A conversation on the ship (before being asked to leave...)

(a Bright_Ops, @Andreyich and@POOHEAD189 collab)

Fortune sneezed as he continued to walk against the rocking of the ship. While he didn't regret his decision to leap into the ocean after Alison, there was a price to be paid for jumping into a freezing cold sea and that was the cold that had struck him less then a day after the storm had finally broken. It wasn't bad enough to actually strike him down and make him bedridden, but it didn't exactly do him any favors (worse still, it made the sea sickness all the more draining).

All it had done through was cause an idea to start forming in his mind; At first it sounded strange and possibly impossible, but the more he thought about it the more he started to think of possible ways to make it work...

However, he needed advice and considering the nature of what he had planned, there were only really two people on the ship who he knew of that understood the importance of what he was going to ask them to actually take him seriously.

All he had to do was find the dwarves first.

Brokk was on the mast, sleeping quite happily in the rain. The days as a ranger made him quite accustomed and even satisfied by the patter of water, and the sound of working men grunting. As the storm died down, the Dwarf contentedly lit up his pipe, using his favoured tobacco and mushroom powder. His gun was finally clean and loaded, and his hammer polished. They were to be in Lustria soon, and as far as he was concerned, the day was going well. Sure, a few comrades died but it was at the cost of several norscan lives. He could do naught but relax.

Sketti had himself begun to tinker with one of his inventions. An ingenious black powder bomb that exploded with a certain concussive force after a 4 second timer. Better than those 5 second timers his cousin had insisted were the latest invention. This one saved on the enemy trying to scramble away, and also had the added benefit of probably keeping them alive to question or kill in close combat later.

Still, there was no way to test it and he grumbled at that, before he got the bright idea of maybe throwing it overboard. See what it does to fish? He was soon on the deck, walking with a purpose before he found himself standing near to Brokk. "Tromm," he said in passing.

The Longbeard nodded, puffing a ring of smoke. "Drengi." he replied, staring at whatever was in his hand. Beardlings were always designing something new, he couldn't bother to check what it was until he decided it was presentable.

Fortune managed to locate both dwarves on the deck!... through exactly what Sketti was up to he had absolutely no idea. Didn't really matter at any rate... "Excuse me." He called out to both of them, taking a quick breath in order to prep himself for what he was going to talk with them about. "But can I talk to you both for a second? I need to work out the finer details of something and you both are the only two on this ship that I trust to take it completely seriously."

The Ranger was quite surprised to be approached the lad, and wondered why him in particular. Perhaps because he had decided to help the boy? But then why the Slayer, he wondered. Still, it was very satisfying to know that the "wisdom of the ancients" was heeded. As such, the Dwarf stood, brushing dust off of his stumpy knees. Then he looked about, in case it was a secretive matter that was best left undisclosed rather than just unridiculed. "Aye, lad?" he asked, waddling over.

Sketti grunted, turning only slightly to the diminutive manling lad that had strode up on deck. "Hmmm?" He would look half crazed, even though he was merely curious and a bit irked that someone was interrupting his experiment.

While Fortune didn't exactly know what the dwarf with the orange hair was up to or the device he held... part of him couldn't help but be somewhat concerned about being close to him whenever he did... whatever he was going to do with it. Still, he had come this far. Taking a deep breath in order to work out exactly what to say now that he had made it to this point, he decided to explain a little.

"You see, I was considering making an... Oath of sorts to myself. An oath of Vengence against a force that has laid my family low... however, due to the nature of the force in question, I'm not quite sure how to word said Oath... or what would be the correct manner of going about settling it..."

Now came the hard part... the target of said Oath of Vengence. "I wish vengence on the Gods of pestilence and plague."

The Ranger perked up a little, curious. It was an interesting predicament; most humans just swore to defeat the worshippers of the dark gods rather than the dark gods themselves. Still, he had witnessed the lad chase after a girl rather than fight to save the ship, so perhaps he wasn't an ordinary one. He knew the bigger of the Bretonnians were much more than human, but he wasn't aware of the specifics and how the boy figured into them.

Eventually he slapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Well lad, there's a lot to such a matter." he started, wondering where even to begin with the noble art of grudging. He reckoned it would not be wise to talk him into something akin to the slayer oath, and as far as he was aware he was not in need of one. "Ya see, while you should never forgive nor forget, you have to be realistic. Take babby steps. You chop the wazzocks of the north one at a time, or the beast-kin who also worship the rot-god. It's settled whenever you think it is." Waving a hand in the direction of the old world, he continued. "In the Dammaz Kron, it is recorded all that is done against us Dawi. There, we remember all of it. Each grudge gets settled in it's own way. Some are centuries old, against enemies even older. Yet every day we get closer to getting it settled." With a rustle of the mustache he stared up into Fortune's eyes. "What's the reason you have it in for the rot-god, if you don't mind me asking. It narrows down the way in which you finish this, is all.

Sketti's reaction was a tad different than Brokk's for when he heard the word oath from this young manling, he barked a harsh laugh. After a moment, it seemed the laughter was met with seriousness, and he realized the Brettonian was not joking.

"The Longbeard is right. Baby steps are needed, but there are no baby steps with Oaths, lad. If ye can't handle the oath, don't take it. You'll dishonor your father, your family and your name."

The maimed Slayer put his bomb back into his pack, and fully turned to the manling. "And Aye, I too wonder what ye have them in for. Not that they don't deserve a good slaying."

Fortune sighed a little. "See I was thinking that since striking at a god directly is just generally not possible, it would instead act as something of a casus belli against all mortal followers of the rot gods. After all, they claim to be the representatives of their god of this world so it's only fair that they accept the greviences that their god's actions cause... But I can see how wording would be rather important for that."

Glancing away for a moment as they both asked why he wished to do this, he paused for a moment before sighing. "...A plague swept their my families lands, killing my parents, most of our loyal staff and a man that I personally have come to consider a brother for his actions during those dark days. Tried to take me too but the Lady decided to spare me from it..."

"They deserved better then to die in such a dishonorable manner." Fortune said with a conviction that was rare in humans. It was the kind of conviction that made one tempted to take on gods...

Sketti gave a snort and a nod. Brokk was not surprised by the train of thought the lad took, especially seeing his family die without anyone material to blame. Of coures, one had to be careful to make sure they didn't just chop up a lad for sneezing or catching some flu, but that could be worked upon. The Dwarf scratched at his mustached, his thumb going along his sideburns. "It's a noble cause you have, seeing what done happened. In your case, I reckon you're best off going around the Loren woods when we get back, you'll find lots of beast-kin to sate your bloodlust on. If you don't find it enough, you can go far North, live with the Kislevites and burn the camps of the Norscans - the same umgi that gave us trouble on that longboat. Some day the dark gods'll be amassing once more, and you'll be around to help if you're certain about it. 'Course, it wasn't your fault so you should not let it become you like a Slayer. Don't want you running off when we get to Lustria, that's for sure!" he chuckled despite the grim business. He seemed determined, and he did not see a reason to dissuade the boy from it. As such, he could only help Fortune in his objective.

The Slayer had a more pessemstic view of his goal. "In this world, lad. Chaos will find you." he told him. "So will Grobi, and Beastman. Focus on the mission ahead. There'll be plenty of killing to be done before ye know it."

Then again, the Slayer also felt like Fortune's goal was a good one for any to have. "The Longbeard is right, then again. If you're a bit too impatient for danger to find you, there's plenty of places to go and get yourself killed in. Make no illusions though lad. If you go in looking for the followers of the Dark powers, your life will be even shorter than most manlings. All you can hope for is shortening some Chaos spawn's life as well beforehand."

Fortune bowed his head in understanding; There was no harm in accepting the wisdom of those who had been around for who knows how long and understood the importance of giving ones word. "Thank you for the advice. While I am still confident in the Oath and the intentions behind it... I might put off making a formal challenge to all the rotting bastards that worship such dark gods until I've settled a few things. Our travels together being first on the list."

Offering both Dwarves a small smile... he blinked a little in curiousity as he found himself asking "Forgive me, but I've never heard the term 'Grobi' before. What is that?"

Sketti raised an eyebrow, looking at the young lad with a baleful over his shoulder as he had since turned away again. "No, I suppose ye wouldn't. It means Greenskin. Orcs, Goblins and such. The filth of the Badlands. Good in a fight though...or determined, if anything."