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    1. Flynn 12 yrs ago

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8 yrs ago
Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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11 yrs ago
Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
11 yrs ago
Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
11 yrs ago
What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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It was a new day. The sun was rising above the mountains and General Stormvahk could feel the sun rays shining through the walls of his tent. He looks up in the mirror and sees an old face, with a white braided beard. He let's out a sigh and strokes the beard. He never asked for this position, but his people also didn't ask for slavery. It seemed they just didn't have choice anymore. The time for being obedient was over.
He walks to his armor stand and slowly puts on his old armor. It still fits him like a glove, even after 30 years. Had it been that long already? Had he been fighting for freedom for that long? Another sigh escapes his mouth as he straps on the last piece of armor. The old dwarf turns to the exit of his tent, straightens his back... and walks outside into the sunlight.

The general is greeted by the sound of a drumming earth and the shouts of a dozen different races. He walks up to the platform close to his tent, and looks over nearly a three thousand heads of the races human called slaves. As soon as General Stormvahk opens his mouth, the crowd goes silent. Everyone wants to hear his words.
''People! For too long we have been obedient. Too long we have sit idle, watching our brethren and sisters being used by the humans! No more I tell you! No more! We, the Legion of the Free, will put an end to the human tyranny once and for all! And it will not be my doing, but yours! By all of you! For this is something we can not do alone and divided. Together, unified against one single enemy, no one can stop us! We shall see the lands of Merovah free where we, elves, dwarves, orcs, beastman, and all other races can live free and will do so forever!!!'' The dwarf raises his fist in the air. The gesture is followed by the cheering and drum beats of sticks hitting the earth. For just this once... almost every race was united. General Stormvahk looks over his army, content, and retreats to his tent. His work for today was done.
It was a new day. Gnorlin jumps the tree and stretches his back. It wasn't the most comfortable place to spend the night, but you just didn't have that much choice when it came to stalking your prey. He cracks his neck and assorts the items on his belt. He looks around and takes a quick sprint to the nearest house, not ten meters away. His target hadn't left the building yet, which meant he had spend the night here. Well, a brothel was a favorite place for man to pass out. Especially if it came to humans. Although it was early, they should already be open. Let's take the direct approach for once.

Gnorlin enters the brothel, to be greeted by the strong odor of sweat and perfume. He walks up to the counter and climbs on one of the stools. He's greeted by a young lady with at least 3 layers of make-up. ''I hope you're not as tiny down there as you are in general.'' she says while eyeing the gnome in black up and down. Gnorlin let's out a snicker and drops a small purse on the counter. ''The human Orvink Bekker. I take it he's upstairs?'' The woman gives a quick nod and shoves the purse behind the counter. ''Good. This will be our little secret then, right?'' He gives her a nod and jumps off the stool. He makes his way upstairs and draws his dagger. He let's out a sigh and kicks open the door of Orvink's room. ''All in the days work of an assassin...''
Alright! I fixed it! (i hope) Trying to get a post up later this evening.
@Rultaos I'll do the voice of General Stormvahk for the first post, so you'll know what do... Sort of.
@rawkhawk64 You read correctly. :)
My apologies for not saying the spots were reserved. And I actually do wanna play... So... Let's say if Gingerboi123 doesn't make a character in 24 hours, you'll get his spot Datadogie.
I wanted to make the first post today... But now for some reason... my headphones have stopped working. Meaning... I cannot hear what I say. Trying to get it fixed asap. (this also means I couldn't hear your samples Rultaos :( )
''Son of a...!'' A voice you recognize as Flynn's, can be heard from the engineering compartment. It's followed by the sound of falling objects.

3Y3 shoots over your shoulder out into the wild. Not far behind is Flynn. ''Come back you piece of rust! You need an upgrade!'' And then he spots Rhian. ''Oh, Rhian! You're awake!'' He gives her a quick hug and eyes her up and down. ''How are you feeling? You were knocked out cold for at least a couple of days.''
3Y3 flies back to the two and makes a 'raspberry' sound to Flynn. ''Excuse me Rhian, but this bucket of bolts needs a lesson.'' He jumps to 3Y3, but the little ball easily evades him, and Flynn lands on the ground empty handed. He continues to run around, trying to catch 3Y3 with no success.
Right, I've kept it sort of minimalistic, since everyone (i hope) knows the basics around the whole Commando thing. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/9063/posts/ooc
You will be superior to your more common brethren. For you are a commando, an elite unit, something truly special. But your strength lies not yourself. It lies in your brethren. You are Alpha Squad, and it is your task to protect the Republic.
Alpha Squad



@ReaptheMusic I am, I am. Look up Gnorlin Daggerspark in the first post. That's my character :P
Right, just waiting for the voice samples of Rawhawk (and maybe Rultaos) and then we can begin!
I don't see why not GingerBoi123.

Alright, that makes four people. I will make the OOC tomorrow. Already think of a specialty for your clone.
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