Dervish

Spam Sector: Revelations

It's finally happening!

Taboos

Alien brain parasites.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

Chapatrap said
Or when you try to tell the guy with 8 million soldiers that that's unfair. Far too many people in NRP play to win.

' Tis why I tend to avoid NRPs. If I wanted to play a competitive strategy game, I'd buy it off Steam. The problem with roleplays is there's no system in place that forces people to accept it's part of the design, so they often like to give themselves whatever they can get away with. I don't think people realize that by trying to set themselves up to "win" a roleplay, nobody is going to want to play with them and it might kill the game deader than the Romanov family. It doesn't matter if you spent hours on your ten million alien army of bulletproof telepaths if you don't have a game to play it in.

I said it before, I'll say it again; the point of roleplaying is to tell a story. Sometimes that involves playing a character or faction that is going to be overcome.

WOOT WOOT IT'S ALMOST HALLOWEEN

Aragorn said
Still failing to care. Sorry.

Yeah, we get it. You like to remind people you're a stick in the mud every time the H word is mentioned.

My Superpower Wish

I'd pick teleportation, preferably some variant where I can appear where I am looking, and/ or that one in Jumper where you can look at a photo and show up where the picture was taken. I would like to travel with this, use it to play pranks, explore, and I'd be unstoppable in stuff like paintball, and if I went skiing I wouldn't have to ride the lift. Also, I could use it to get around work faster and avoid people and things I'd rather not deal with. It would also be invaluable for escaping immediate danger. You can't maul me, mister bear; I'm already back at the lodge drinking whiskey.

The Armies of Spam: A Medieval Fantasy Spamfic [Interest Check]

Raxacoricofallapatorius said
Name: Clirkus of Pickleberg Affiliation: Börsegeld, I have an affinity for the northSpecial Trait: Soulful violin player/storyteller. .Names of Towns: Surda, Halmar, Tihr, Uxhal, PravenProse/Verse: but for srs I'm not good at this poetry thing so I guess it's up to you.

Swadian scum. :[

The Armies of Spam: A Medieval Fantasy Spamfic [Interest Check]

Name: Sir Dervish Dervington
Affiliation: Ensis
Special Trait: Has a reputation for such incredible stamina, he never seems to tire and his men never seem to know when he sleeps. Outside of battle, he is good natured and is known for having a sense of humour, but in battle a much different beast comes alive as he is thrilled by combat and the spectacle of destruction and takes pride in the martial prowess of himself and his men.
Names of Towns: Avalon, Teraxium, Spearhead, Highwater, Goslin, Heilund
Prose/Verse: Whichever works for the character.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

“You called?”

Marassa turned her attention from driving the point of her sword into a scorpion’s head to see the sight of Cub looking like an oversized viridian falmer with the carapace of a dead scorpion crudely hammered into armour. It was unnerving to reflect on the strength required to do that, but the orc arrived faithfully at her side, putting himself at great risk. She offered him a curt nod before drawing her sword from the felled beast like a scabbard. Hralvar wasn’t far behind Cub, berating Marassa for pulling ahead of the rank and file, if you could call it that. She smiled tersely without facing him. “A weapon this size requires room to use efficiently, I would rather not explain to the bitch why some of her crew seem to be missing heads because they got in my way.” She gestured ahead, a magelight burning not far ahead. “That isn’t from one of Harding’s crew. Either they’re travellers who mistakenly came to inspect the camp here, or they saw peril and decided to help regardless. I can make it to them on my own, but we three have a history. I suppose my idiot brother taught me a thing or two about trusting in other people. Now come on!” she said, pushing forward, greeting the next scorpion who came to engage her and the others.

Casting an ironflesh spell on herself, Marassa pressed forward, hewing arcs to buy room between her and her adversaries. It was fortunate that scorpions were merely tenacious, not intelligent; they didn’t even make an effort to dodge her strikes, and the Skyforge steel bit easily through appendage and carapace. Behind her, Cub and Hralvar were helping widen the path, brute strength and magic proving to be overwhelming. It was hard to say how many of the scorpions were felled, but their numbers were noticeably thinning, either through death or fleeing.

The burning magelight and flung spells drew closer and Marassa was able to see the two figures headed towards her much more clearly now, an altmer and a Redguard. The fact that the two of them were together was a pretty solid indication that the elf wasn’t a Thalmor agent, much to Marassa’s relief. Soon, the two groups met up, immediately taking defensive positions against the beasts. Despite the burning, unanswered questions, there was still a threat at hand, made evident by a scorpion latching onto Marassa’s greave and a sting that found its way into a joint on her armour, stopped only by her ironflesh. A burning sensation took her arm and she knew that her flesh had been punctured and some poison had seeped into her body. With only one hand able to wield her blade, Marassa drove it into the scorpion’s pincher, pinning the appendage to the sand and the khajiit drew her dagger, hacking away at the sting, cutting through connective tissue with the jagged orcish blade. “YOU BASTARD!” She snarled, freeing her arm so she could crouch down and drive the blade repeatedly into the creature’s eyes, fluids spraying from the gaping wounds as life left the creature, coating the khajiit with pale blue haemocyanin as it finally stopped squirming. Marassa spat at the body as she used the dagger to cut her leg free from the pincer by slicing through the tissue. Now able to stand, she grabbed her sword and looked around, a few more bodies lay in the sand, killed by her companions as she struggled. She tried not to reflect on how quickly she would have been overcome and quartered if she had been alone as she turned to the elf and his human companion.

“It’s safer by the ship. Try not to die and make our efforts meaningless.” She said, feeling the poison starting to run through her body. It wasn’t the full dose, but it was enough to be wildly uncomfortable. What in Oblivion did I use to heal myself after I got bit by that centipede in Argonia…? Marassa thought. Ugh. Mudcrabs and gensing, maybe some of that Redwort flower if it even grows here.

Now in the relative safety of the group, Marassa cast a detect life spell and looked around. The seemingly endless scorpions were slowing. Many seemed to be retreating back to whichever den they came from, having been thwarted out of an easy meal. Others still were tenacious and were a very real threat; still, it gave Marassa room for hope.

“We make it back to the line and we’re out of danger. The beasts are starting to be driven back.” She announced to the others as they made their perilous journey back.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I'm going to try to start writing soon. I've been caught up between being sick, exhausted, and totally sucked into Hyrule Warriors. >_>;

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Cairomaru said
Congrats! You have unlocked the cast's GTA outfits for use in the IC mode! (I'm really bored with like no one to talk to so yeah, i'm doing this. sorz >_>.Also, just randomly grabbing pictures from google so only pay attention to what the person is wearing.)

Fancy shit!

Except for Francis' Christmas Sweater.