Jarl Coolgruuf

Rug Raiders - 40k Ork RP using Roll for Shoes

So this is a meme and half and I got time now that it's summer. Got any space for 1 more?

@Lauder Thanks for the pointer to this

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

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Hider

The Rage Virus: Homecoming

Definitely interested

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Kalahan listened to the organic mechanic babble about how useful the thief was and something about carrot art? He didn't have long to ponder on Sawbones' words before all at once the storm began to nip at their heels and a convoy made itself known. Holstering his crossbow, he shook his head at the convoy.
"Fuck me sideways."
The storm was of no concern to him, if anything it was something joyous to him, but the convoy might not be as indiscriminate as a duster.

The goggles on his forehead came down to protect his eyes but he paused with his hands on the gas mask around his neck.
"If we survive this, you best start makin' tracks off our way," he screamed to the silver tongue.
The Road Warrior turned without another word and donned his gas mask as he sprinted off through the corpses and groaning machine frames, practically leaping at Amaha.

He took hold of his bike by the handles and muttering words of encouragement that were snatched up and clawed to ribbons in the roaring wind. The metal welded to the kick stand made it awkward to put up but he managed with one, swift kick. Heaving against the wind, Kalahan pushed his beauty behind a burned out car and removed a rusty chain, complete with a lock from a saddle bag. He took a shiv from the multitude along Amaha's flank and used the pommel to shatter the passenger side window and the window behind that before looping the chain through the broken windows, through Amaha's back wheel, and back to meet the other end of the chain. Sealed with a beefy padlock, his beloved was bonded to the car and hopefully it would be able to withstand the strength of the outer storm. He patted her chassis as if to reassure her before climbing through the broken window and positioned himself to be sprawled over the dash board.

That would've been the end of it, but he glanced behind him to see if there were any weapons in the back. There were of course none, the raiders had picked them clean, but he did find something that made him stop. A young girl's corpse was lain across the back seat with the left side of her head open and the contents splattered across the opposite window. Kalahan sighed and reached back to gently pat her arm.
"Go in peace, lil' bugger. Since you're gone, I'm just gonna borrow something from ya, alroight?"

Taking his shiv, he plunged the blade into the corpse's abdomen and wiggled it around, creating a sizable hole from which blood very slowly oozed. He removed the knife and replaced it with his hand, dipping it into the intestines up past his wrist and followed with a second hand. He cupped his hands together and collected blood that he proceeded to smear across his face and dripped into his hair. At a glance, he seemed to have suffered a grievous head injury. His camouflage was now complete and so he leaned over the dash board and trapped his hand clutching the knife beneath his body. Anyone that came to move him would receive an eyeful of rusted metal.

He concentrated on pin pointing the sounds of the convoy so he could know if they were far enough away from the camp he'd spotted earlier so they could make their escape. This would be a close call without a doubt and a small grin made its way onto his face at the thought of how close he was brushing with death.

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

@YungTweak School kicking your ass too? Trust me I get it, good luck with finals!

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Kalahan smiled as he watched Razar scamper off toward the black finger. What a happy person the ax wielder was, he was glad to have someone like that in their group.

His smile quickly turned sour when a suspicious man emerged from behind a car. There was three things that immediately put the man on his bad side. First, he looked much better off than anyone else in the group which meant he'd avoided most of the fighting like a spineless coward. Second, he was asking for guzzoline to scout ahead where he could easily split and make off with a free tank. Third, and this was the most crucial, he didn't recognize the man's face and was almost certain he'd not been among the people in the original caravan. He wasn't completely sure the newcomer was trying to pull the wool over their eyes but he hadn't survived this long in the wastes by not listening to his gut.

Quick as a whip, Kalahan unclipped the hand crossbow at his hip and leveled it at Ransom's heart as he stalked toward him with menace in his eyes.
"I don't think so you rustin' thief! You best get to beggin' somewhere else before I have to risk a bolt gettin' broken in your sorry hide!"

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

"MR CLEEEAAAAVVVVEEE!?!?!!?? SLIIIIICE!?!?!?!"

Kalahan knew that war scream. He'd gotten quite an ear full of that during the raid and an eyeful that wonderfully insane War Boy plunging his axes into raiders left and right. The Road Warrior grinned wide and waved in his direction.
"Axeman!? Is that you ya Kamikrazee bastard!?"
It was hard to gauge who was who in the wondrous chaos from a few hours ago but he had caught glimpses of that mask around the battlefield and oh what a sight he'd been! That kind of crazy was something he could relate to and always took pleasure in riding with.

Looking to the sky, Kalahan admired the brilliant streaks arching across the sky with bloody reds, fiery yellows, explosive oranges, and royal purples. What a lovely day to still be a alive! Turning his gaze to the smoke clouds rising into the air, he picked out the biggest smoke pillar and pointed it out.
"We're going that way if you wanna join us!"
Not that it was actually decided among the group, but Kalahan seemed to have everything decided.

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

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Godspeed!

Pelegah in 12,000 years when Larwen has corrupted the entire planet, killed or enslaved most of the pantheon, and is preparing for a galactic crusade.

Hider

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

The Road Warrior eyed Zer and mentally shrugged. He seemed like pretty standard wanderer material, at least for now. He eyed Sawbones with suspicion but his travels have taught him so many things. He knew if you had a brain-tilted organic mechanic on your hands you either were looking at a glorious boon or a horrid curse; Kalahan was willing to roll those dice. He grinned and revealed a mouth filled with equal parts crooked and straight teeth.
"You're damn straight I survived! You think a few raiders are gonna put ol' Kalahan down?" Following Sawbones gaze, he turned to the approaching storm and whistled in appreciation. "Ain't she a beaut? You got wheels, Bones? What about you, Masky?"
As if to emphasize his question, he vaulted over his darling and plopped down on the seat before giving a vicious kick to the start lever. The bike snarled to life and he flexed his wrist, making the engine purr. He giggled with excitement at the sound of his pride and joy. He never grew tired of the sounds his baby made. With his ride intact, he turned his attention to the storm and couldn't help the small grin that parted his lips. Kalahan always loved dusters, seeing them as nature's way of challenging him. He'd charged headlong into a storm on more than one occasion for the thrill.