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The Adventures of Caleb Crowsnest

It was joke, ya'll spotted me hanging around. So yeah, I've been enjoying reading.

The Adventures of Caleb Crowsnest

I've been made!

✩ The Starlight Brigade ✩

So I’ve been following this for a minute now, and I am very interested in the idea. As I understand it you’re running out of space, but if you aren’t doing first come first served I’d be honored to enter my name into the lists.

SPIRITUM

They must’ve all at some point seen footage or heard the stories of downed airships and the spectacular pyro shows they caused. After all they were in the middle of a war and Sam himself could recall watching several videos showing both Rassvet and Vangar warships going down after taking a serious hit from enemy weaponry. Still, nothing compared to actually seeing it in person, and practically standing beneath the collapsing titan. It was strangely beautiful, a magnificent burst of color and sound whose roar could surely be heard for miles. Sam let his DMR fall to his side, the two point sling keeping it from falling into the dirt as he stood in open mouthed awe. Words could not truly describe the scene of death and destruction unfolding before them. The ground shook, and for a moment Sam wondered if he was still drunk and he was imagining the rocks rumble around him until he realized the shockwave had just reached their position shaking the earth beneath their feet.

“Lucky the damn thing didn’t land right on top of us.” He breathed, tracing the smoke trail with his finger. “Do you think it was shot down?” He asked, looking to any of the more knowledgeable squad members. “I didn’t think we would have anything capable of shooting down a airship that large this far from the frontline, unless that Sappl Springs Marshall was hiding some heavy AA up his sleeve…”

Itching to do something Sam began to pace like a nervous animal, scanning the skies for any parachutes that might’ve survived the deluge of burning wreckage that was landing haphazardly across the petrified forest. The skies were ominously clear of anything not burning, and the flash ruined his night vision moments before. Recalling his thermal optic Sam lifted his rifle, flicking the switch and sweeping it back and forth across the night sky searching, searching.

There!” He yelled pointing into a patch of darkness. “I’ve got a live one, two klicks northwest, three-one-two, and another northwest nine-one, maybe three klicks. Both should be touching down soon.” He kept calling them out when he spotted one, though his estimate of ‘live’ might have been overly optimistic. The skies were clogged by toxic smoke, meaning suffocation would be just a prevalent as impacting a jagged bit of metal. Beyond that who knew what sort of internal injuries might have been suffered from the after shock, or the burns they received from the blast. Nevertheless Sam continued giving out information on the presumed survivors until he could see no more. They were pitifully few he knew, but he jotted down their locations to the best of his memorization capabilities, than as a good soldier should he looked to Galahad for further orders, a sort of eagerness in his stance and eyes as he waited for permission to take action. To do something, anything really as long as it didn’t mean standing there uselessly watching people die.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@BrokenPromise Haha, that’s too funny. For a second there I thought I was inspiring great quotes of inspiration or something, but I suppose the actual explanation makes more sense.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Did someone quote me over here? I'm so confused. I got a random notification I was quoted in one of the in character posts.

Under der Linden (A Medieval Persistent-World-esque Roleplay)

I am. Actually, I've been interested in a lot of your role plays you've been posting lately. I'd like to seem a few other folk pop up as well though.

The News from Moidart

Although this role play sounds fascinating, I am somewhat unfamiliar with the historical setting. Who are the four figures you'd want the players portraying? I'd like to do a little research into them.

SPIRITUM

Finally, breaking Sorin’s somber mien and turning her bored, neutral-esque expression into even a shadow of a smile made the stinging agony his dominate hand was undergoing all worth it. Sam sighed contentedly, letting Sorin administer what medical miracles she could in their current bouncy situation while he sipped at his new drink. The strong liquor set his lips tingling, and burned his throat going down. It only took a few deep swills for the alcohol to do its work, and Sam swiftly passed the bottle on to the sturdier Ray. “Blessed Dawn that kicks hard’n a forvenmule. You weren’t kidding in the slightest. Here, Ray I think Asa finally found th’ one thing that could lay you out.”

As it often was within the tight-knit squad, it wasn’t long before someone captured Sam’s interest. He watched in atypical silence as Galahad demonstrated his talent, forging a tiny memento to the occasion from the loose residue before tossing the item over. Sam deftly caught the ball, holding it up to admire, the crimson whisky barghest within catching the light through its snarling jowls. “You’re getting pretty good at this artsy stuff.” Sam experimentally bounced the glass, testing how well it held together before pocketing the tiny orb. For him magic was a tool, rugged and unrefined much like the truck they rode in it did what it needed to do, and somehow held together. For Galahad, it was different, and what the aspiring mage might go to be capable of Sam could only guess.

For the rest of the short drive until they pulled to a stop Sam maintained a more casual good humor, cracking the occasional joke when inspiration struck. His usual high energy antics being forestalled by his injury and alcohol and Galahad supplied alternative pain suppression left him feeling happily lethargic. Whether the things he said and the faces he pulled were even remotely funny he couldn’t recall, but sometimes the other’s laughed, and that was enough for him. He jumped out onto the gravel behind the others, a little clumsier than he should’ve been. Licking his lips Sam steadied himself against the side of the truck trying to shake off the stupor that clung stubbornly in his mind. “What’d you give me Asa?” He laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m drunk, and I know that's not possible. I only had two drinks. Tell 'em Bete, you've seen me keep up with Ray before. I can hold my drink with the best of them, and that's a fact." His piece said he strode boldly forward and stumbled, falling against Zak. Leaning heavily on the sturdy red-head he grinned up at him, a look of pleasant surprise plastered on his face.

"Hey Zak, good catch. Say, are you a soldier in the WARDENs?" He clapped Zadkiel heartily on the shoulder as many a civilian had done to them all. "That's so cool, thank you for your service sonny."

I Remain: Desolation (A Zombie apocalypse RP without the zombies!)

I'm interested, reminds me of the one kids book I read, about the red plague.