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𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 - 𝙷𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙾𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝

@DeadDrop I'll send you mine in a little while over pm after I get off work

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙾𝚗 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

@DeadDrop this still open?

The Missing Goddess - A Hero's Journey

This sounds cool, I'm interested if it's still open.

King's Pass Mountains

Irnflow

The blacksmith looked to the shoulder that was patted, then to the man, shrugging, "I am sure it will..." he said as he continued walking, looking down to the little dingy sword that was on his hip, he hoped it would be enough, he made that, and it looked like someone took sheet metal, made some blade and wrapped leather around the base to make a hilt. He didn't really know how to make a sword, and that was his best attempt, he made things like working hammers, nails, plates for a plow that was just some little scrap piece forged into a sword.

He looked to the beast-man, or whatever he was as he raised his eyebrow before looking at the girl who seemed to be having a memory fit in her head, "She is scared, and someone who does not seem to carry a knife to stab one in the back. I do not see her stabbing one in back, if anyone else does, it is the restless one or you Miles, I do not know this tailed and horned one."

He thought for a second, trying to figure out what it meant, backstab, "Maybe if she finds a sword, or something to cook with she could stab one in back. Or steal something." he turned to the girl and looked to his hips sword, "this is not good for stabbing in back, it is maybe for slashing, but it is not good at stabbing."

King's Pass Mountains

Irnflow

He looked about the group and then at Miles, who had started walking away, "Let us continue... he is correct, the day may be young, but that gives us no right to look like a flower basking in its light." He shrugged and started walking behind the man, luckily he had no idea what he was getting himself into. He didn't exactly know how a man or creature could be turned into something it wasn't.

He moved beside the man walking in the front and looked at him, "So... what did that contract say?" he asked as he looked back towards the girl, and back to the man beside him with a somewhat straight face, "I have little knowledge on what was on it... but I know it said adventure and tomb based off of what was said on it?"

King's Pass Mountains

Irnflow

The blacksmith nodded, "I do not know exactly what I have signed up for, but I assume that I will be needed sometime in the future with the band that has formed around the girl Ana." he said as he sighed softly and rested his head against his head, "I may wake up early, but I hate waking up this early."

He watched as the girl walked out and he raised his eyebrow and held up the paper, it was similar to what she had given him, just with an x where the other guy had written it out, and in charcoal, "I assume the tomb... since that is what that paper said, if not, then do I have to sign another 'contract' or will this one also be available for that?"

Exodus of the Forgotten Realm

The group moved and flowed like water through the depressions of the hills, the children either stayed in large packs to play and kick a ball made of and animals blatter around. One of the groups had a few children in it about four in total, three girls and one boy. The boy looked a bit older than the three girls but he walked with them.

One of the girls, one about the age of six held out a small flower to the elf and smiled, "I'm Bem, and who are you?" she asked as she smiled up at her, "Because I think you look cute with your long ears." the girl said smiling up at her.

Hulius just continued to move through the center as he looked up and saw the bright sun above them rising quickly, it was tinted orange and white streaks came from it. He looked back at the man who had stuck somewhat near him, "where do you come from? I assume from somewhere to the south since that is the road I met you on."

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Isaiah Hussian the III

Name : Isaiah Hussian the III

Age : 19 Terran Years

Gender : Male

Race : Human

Appearance :
Short length brown hair,(does have wigs for pony tail or curls for formal occasions), blue eyes and lighter caucasian skin, does use powder to make his skin seem more like porcelain. No mechanical implants.
Rather skinny, and shorter (110-130 lbs) (5'2 ft) His shape is about average, or leaner compared to most. No scarring through most of his body, he would seem to be a track runner without thighs.

Typically found wearing white pants, and Imperial Naval Jacket (blue torso with white arms) with midshipman insignia and a small pin on his collar signifying his house. (Grey and black pendant in a checkered pattern) Most of the time wearing white gloves. While on his belt is an issued laspistol, chainsword, glow-globe and data-slate. Can usually also be found with a Data-slate. Will also wear a cloak if he is on a long watch.

Personality : Young and extremely timid, Isaiah has yet to experience the world. Those above him he treats with utmost respect, and those below him and beside him he has no idea what to do with. Can be considered a coward in some situations, but when supported he can be valuable. He is not really adventurous, but he is someone to be in awe at some new things he finds as 'beautiful' mainly galactic bodies (suns that aren't the color of his, brightly colored gas clouds, etc) He does try to do his job the best he can, and if he doesn't know how to do something in his line of work, then he figures it out. Can be reluctant to give information out if something is wrong, i.e. someone missing from the shift or cargo missing. (kid really needs a person commissar with a fake gun)

History : Isaiah grew up in a kind and gentle world in his estate, he traveled the planet some. And lived in almost complete luxury due to his status. In his early years he was taught that the human body was perfect the way it was, but to preserve the family at later ages once proven a decent heir or of some importance. They would be given allowances for minor life preservation treatments. Minor due to the world being somewhat out of the way of most imperial trade routes, so not that high on the economic level. But the planet was a Feudal world, living the ways of nobles, and his family being one lower on the totem pole in the planet.

In his education, he was found to be an extremely good pencil pusher, and therefor was to be inducted as one of the planets bureaucrats. But his father decided he should take a different route, and enlisted his son in the Grand Imperial Navy. It was due to other political reasons as well, such as they wanted honor and prestige from the son, as well as a chance to get him out there to other nobles who may have been enlisted into the Navy, or Astra Militarum.

Once given his rank of Midshipman due to his noble status, he was quickly to be found as an Officer of the Watch while most ranking officers were off duty, and quartermaster, due to his good skills with pushing paper. Due to this, and his abilities with other people, he was found to be somewhat of an underdog. His previous Captain, deciding that it would be better for him to put his skills in paper pushing, moved his station to an actual station rather then a ship. There for he, and the pencil pushers of various creed within the Imperium at the station were to inspect ships, their contents, the crew, and the ship itself while in port and dry dock. To rot away as pencil pusher, lest a crew of adventures were to save him, or he was to be kidnapped while inspecting a ship. Because who cares about some lowly midshipman?

Skills : Extremely good with numbers, organizing shifts, ordering and stocking goods, ammo, and other needed things.
Knows how to use basic Imperial Weapons, and chainsword, might not be strong enough to properly use a chainsword without both hands and his entire body.
Knows how to cook, and how to get higher quality goods for cooking.
Has officer clearance (if believed as kidnapped while doing an inspection)
Is extremely perceptive of things in stock, and can find contraband, as well as knows basic layout of most Imperial ships.

Equipment :
Laspistol
Chainsword
Basic Naval Officer Garbs
Naval midshipman insignia
Data-slate
Glow-globe
recorder
a powerpack for the laspistol

-in quarters
shotgun
standard naval cloak
Flak Weave
shells for the shotgun

Misc :

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Isaiah Hussian the III

Name : Isaiah Hussian the III

Age : 19 Terran Years

Gender : Male

Race : Human

Appearance :
Short length brown hair,(does have wigs for pony tail or curls for formal occasions), blue eyes and lighter caucasian skin, does use powder to make his skin seem more like porcelain. No mechanical implants.
Rather skinny, and shorter (110-130 lbs) (5'2 ft) His shape is about average, or leaner compared to most. No scarring through most of his body, he would seem to be a track runner without thighs.

Typically found wearing white pants, and Imperial Naval Jacket (blue torso with white arms) with midshipman insignia and a small pin on his collar signifying his house. (Grey and black pendant in a checkered pattern) Most of the time wearing white gloves. While on his belt is an issued laspistol, chainsword, glow-globe and data-slate. Can usually also be found with a Data-slate. Will also wear a cloak if he is on a long watch.

Personality : Young and extremely timid, Isaiah has yet to experience the world. Those above him he treats with utmost respect, and those below him and beside him he has no idea what to do with. Can be considered a coward in some situations, but when supported he can be valuable. He is not really adventurous, but he is someone to be in awe at some new things he finds as 'beautiful' mainly galactic bodies (suns that aren't the color of his, brightly colored gas clouds, etc) He does try to do his job the best he can, and if he doesn't know how to do something in his line of work, then he figures it out. Can be reluctant to give information out if something is wrong, i.e. someone missing from the shift or cargo missing. (kid really needs a person commissar with a fake gun)

History : Isaiah grew up in a kind and gentle world in his estate, he traveled the planet some. And lived in almost complete luxury due to his status. In his early years he was taught that the human body was perfect the way it was, but to preserve the family at later ages once proven a decent heir or of some importance. They would be given allowances for minor life preservation treatments. Minor due to the world being somewhat out of the way of most imperial trade routes, so not that high on the economic level. But the planet was a Feudal world, living the ways of nobles, and his family being one lower on the totem pole in the planet.

In his education, he was found to be an extremely good pencil pusher, and therefor was to be inducted as one of the planets bureaucrats. But his father decided he should take a different route, and enlisted his son in the Grand Imperial Navy. It was due to other political reasons as well, such as they wanted honor and prestige from the son, as well as a chance to get him out there to other nobles who may have been enlisted into the Navy, or Astra Militarum.

Once given his rank of Midshipman due to his noble status, he was quickly to be found as an Officer of the Watch while most ranking officers were off duty, and quartermaster, due to his good skills with pushing paper. Due to this, and his abilities with other people, he was found to be somewhat of an underdog. His previous Captain, deciding that it would be better for him to put his skills in paper pushing, moved his station to an actual station rather then a ship. There for he, and the pencil pushers of various creed within the Imperium at the station were to inspect ships, their contents, the crew, and the ship itself while in port and dry dock. To rot away as pencil pusher, lest a crew of adventures were to save him, or he was to be kidnapped while inspecting a ship. Because who cares about some lowly midshipman?

Skills : Extremely good with numbers, organizing shifts, ordering and stocking goods, ammo, and other needed things.
Knows how to use basic Imperial Weapons, and chainsword, might not be strong enough to properly use a chainsword without both hands and his entire body.
Knows how to cook, and how to get higher quality goods for cooking.
Has officer clearance (if believed as kidnapped while doing an inspection)
Is extremely perceptive of things in stock, and can find contraband, as well as knows basic layout of most Imperial ships.

Equipment :
Laspistol
Chainsword
Basic Naval Officer Garbs
Naval midshipman insignia
Data-slate
Glow-globe
recorder
a powerpack for the laspistol

-in quarters
shotgun
standard naval cloak
Flak Weave
shells for the shotgun

Misc :

Exodus of the Forgotten Realm

He would watch as people walked past him, he would catch up to them, but he enjoyed just watching them. He slowly just fell in line with the others as most of them were shepherds as well, and lead the flock through the rolling hills and depressions with relative ease. The ground slowly turned into more stone and dirt, dried grass was matted deep in the depressions. The peaks of the hills were all almost complete stone as previous rains had washed away the topsoil that had nothing to hold it down.

"We aren't heading to a town." Hulius said as his head turned towards her smiling, "Well not yet, we might go near one in a few days if you need to stop for something, but we will not be staying long. At the moment, we are just trying to find the river in it's shallowest point. "