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The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

As soon as the door opened eyes turned to them. They lurched after them their groans filling his ear, he took a couple of strides forward and let the closest beast reach the distance of his blade. With a sickening thwack he brought his blade through the neck of a sister, the next up was one of his brothers, who was the only one who ever spoke to him he was a kind templar and was a veterans of many wars. He actually felt bad as he kicked the templars knee and broke it sending him to the ground, what came next was impalement with his blade.

With the sister and the templar dispatched he looked to his brother leaning against the door, the templar captain, even covered in blood and missing chunks of flesh he recognized him. He straightened his blade and sent it through the side of his skull, giving him the mercy he did not show Havarr. "What a waste" He said to the air and the goddess herself.

After he was sure all of them were dead, he put his blade back in it's scabbard and walked over to Arria. "M'lady close your eyes and sing a song." He said and picked her up like a bride on her wedding night and held her close and walked into the streets, looking at the streets he instantly regretted ever leaving the sanctuary as it looked like a scene out of his worse nightmare.

Havarr was not built for stealth, even if he was his armor would draw everything within a mile radius like a dinner bell, so he had to think, to make a plan that wouldn't get him caught. He looked around crossing off buildings as he looked. The inn would be a blood bath and the cramped quarters would not leave him much room to swing his blade around, but it might have food and shelter for a night while him and Arria discuss what's next. The guard barracks would have spare weapons and maybe some food. But he wondered as to the exact number of wounded who expired and came back in there. And the orphanage would be the last place he would want to take Arria.

More the One Truth ~ (A Rune Factory RP)

Virtus loved to farm, his father did it in Sharance and he was always eager to help, tilling the fields was long and tedious, but it was worth it to finally plant the turnip and straw berry seeds and give them the water they needed. After taking care of the crops, it was his job to take care of his animals as soon as he walked into the barn all of his animals flocked to him eagerly awaiting his attention. "Good morning Queenie" He said to a large hornet, she was always the first to greet him in the morning and always the happiest to receive a brushing. He loved all of these monsters and they loved him, after each animal got a brushing they got fed and he walked out of the barn after they were all happily munching away.

His farm house was only a stones throw away from the barn. It was a simplistic little farm house with a bed in one corner with a trunk at the foot of it and a calendar next to the bed, there was a little study area with a desk and a bunch of book shelves behind it, mostly farming and animal care books but if one looked closely they could see a few magic tomes, that sat there gathering dust. But perhaps what caught the eye the most was the kitchen which was fully stocked with all sorts of cooking utensils and a fridge. His passion behind that of monsters and farming was that of cooking even though he was terrible at it and burned hot water he still tried to better himself at it every day, with the exception of today, today felt different like there was something coming in on the wind and he wasn't going to like it.

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

Gastown Police station, Brewer and the Rook

Brewer couldn't help but chuckle to himself this kid reminded him so much of himself as a rookie. Brewer studied him a bit more a baby face recruit fresh out of the academy probably didn't know his ass from the barrel end of his gun. "Fallen Angels are angels who fell from gods grace, and these guys fell hard, right on their ugly mashed up faces." He said, his desk was littered with Styrofoam cups full of coffee some were even beginning to collect mold. Brewer looked through the cups found one with no mold in it and drank it down and studied the Irish case file. Something didn't add up, or maybe Brewer just wanted something to not add up.

Brewer stood up, "I don't know who you pissed off to get stuck with me kid, but we are going for a field trip get your high heels and evening dress on." He said putting on his jacket and pulling the keys out of the jacket pocket "With any luck your going to learn how to be a detective and a grade A asshole." Was the last thing he said before leaving the rook sitting there as he headed for the garage.

The Hollow Plague (Mature Medieval Fantasy- Zombie Apocalypse Horror)

Havarr had not slept that entire night instead he sat and watched his ward sleep, what happened that night burned into his mind and shaking him to his core, but he had to not let it show if the sister saw his fear, then she would fear. But how could he not fear when he saw the boy attack his own mother like he did not recognize her, how could he not fear when he had to kill his own comrades. For Arria and The Mothers sake he had to remain strong.

The room was quiet almost maddeningly so, so Havarr kept occupied by going over the templars oath over and over again in his head. It had been ingrained in his brain after his latest failure. And this was just another failure he knew if he returned home and he told them about the deaths of an entire army of templars they'd take his head, there would be no lashings or branding that would save him from a second failure. But he would have to get Arria back even if it damned him.

Arria calling out for him brought him out of his world of self pity and oath swearing. She wanted to go back up and Havarr knew that if they stayed down here they would die of dehydration, before hunger set in. He listened in he thought he heard faint thuds upstairs but maybe it was his imagination going wild, those things probably passed long ago in search of other people to kill they were nothing but beasts.

"Alright" He said quietly "But stay behind me." He got up and drew his claymore from his back scabbard it came free with a rasping sound, the blade threw reflections around the room it was relatively clean as his brothers told him to only fight when they needed him. They died before they needed him, he walked to the door and leaned against the wall waiting for Arria to fall in behind him.

Galactic Displacement (Mass Effect/Star Wars Crossover RP)

The big post covers about everything.

The Dark Company

I suppose i can wake Acele up.

the Nordland Saga

Partisan said
Killing eachother is fun. Trust me, PvP roleplaying where we make solid rules about when we can kill other characters (for example, with permissions) are so much fun. It feels a bit more real than just fighting people that do whatever you want them to.This RP is reason enough to doubt myself hahahaha. :P

Ehhh I'm at fault partly because i gave up on my CS because there seemed to be so many. Others just left without a word and when I saw this blowing up again, I came back.

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

I will totally wait, seeing as I'm trying to hammer something out with someone over PM about an entirely different rp.

Crown in Embers (A Gang Rp)

So the partner is mine to control right?

the Nordland Saga

Partisan said
I'm not even sure if I'm capable of being a GM, haha. I'd say yes.. IF we get a large enough playergroup.

Don't doubt yourself.