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4 yrs ago
"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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7 yrs ago
STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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7 yrs ago
Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
8 yrs ago
Happy New Year!
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8 yrs ago
Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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Bio

Greetings,

I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.

As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)

So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.

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@agentmanatee In your case I could very possibly make an exception, but it'd need to be a damn good reason on a damned good character sheet; just don't be annoyed if I still say no though. In short, PM me your idea for a character and I'll take a look, ooooor just go with a different race.
@agentmanatee Skaven are for killing and possibly underhanded dealings; unlike Orcs or Ogres, who are not inherently evil by nature, the rat-men wish for the downfall of all other races. Not the best of travelling companions, really.
@POOHEAD189 *Dwarfs, Dwarves are Tolkien's invention. But I know what you mean, they are awesome in this setting.

@Blackbeard No, this is going to be a narrative-driven RP - although like D&D etc the choices you make will always have consequences; as for having a storyline...I do have one, but let us just say it's slighty malleable.

@POOHEAD189 Don't worry about the language, I'm even expecting some foulness, and you're very welcome; what would say your favourite book of the series is, if you have one?
Well, I've had enough of guns and lasers for a bit, so I'm looking at getting together a crew of mighty folk and trudging instead around the world-that-was AKA the 'Warhammer' world; this tale will, obviously, be set before the End Times and the current Age of Shitigmar.

A fan of Gotrek and Felix? Ever played the D&D-esque version of Warhammer Roleplay? Just a general fan of WHFB, fantastical settings and epic quests?

Then come aboard!

I'll be opening the floor up to most races (although probably with the exclusion of the Undead and Chaotic forces), and looking for - even encouraging - mature themes and content E.G. feel free to describe hacking someones head off, making love to a beautiful woman, or generally non-kiddy friendly things as you like.

If you're a fan of the Conan publications, or R.E.Howard in general, then that'll probably help too.

So, do I have anyone willing to join me?!

P.S.

Questions are welcome.
Jaysus, well, I'm gonna get reading through this and eventually come up with a post...bear with me.
"Harkin...yes..." Hissed the slender form in acknowledgement, not really paying attention to anything he or the Master of the mutants had to say, far too busy watching the death of her creature at the hands of the super-human warrior from behind her multitude of veils; she had known for quite some time that Raoul was serving only his own interests, that he was mixed up with both the owner of this establishment as well as herself, but to see him broken and flung away like so much weightless garbage was both alarming and titillating.

Beneath her flesh she could feel a warming sensation as she watched, feeling a familiar hardening of excitiment within her underwear - what their was of it anyway - as her eyes attempted to follow the shape of the moving and stationary Astartes, a shiver of lust that was not merely sexual running up her spinal column and her mouth becoming drier than a Tallarn summer.

"Harkin," she repeated a moment later, turning her full gaze on the misshapen creature before her, "I would like you to remain close by me, and keep your eyes open, for now; there will be much use for you later. Mark my words." A moment passed, a moment of thought, and she was moving, dismissing the rest of the mutants back to wherever it was that they sprung from, "let us go and speak with these enchanting fellows."

An Astartes, a scholar and a drug addict by the look of it - all potential servants of Slaanesh, and all capable of being twisted to his will.

Meanwhile, gazing intently from his balcony, Trant gave a slow and appreciative nod of his head - his tentacle tightening on the metal and a thin sigh escaping from between his sharpened teeth - "so be it," he spoke to no-one but himself, "let the pieces fall where they may...for now."

@The Whacko@Lord Coake@BCTheEntity@Keepvogel
@Hank

Urg of Murr, former bodyguard of the Grand Despoiler of the Kerzun Helix, blinked his deep-set eyes rapidly as he was shoved forcefully into the bright light of the arena somewhere deep in the bowels of a Human city-continent; he had been taken by raiders, but not before slaying a few, remembering very little of their proddings and injectings into his toughened hide, feeling a sense of loss and distance as he was taken further away from his own kind and bought here to fight.

As he ceased his observations, green lips pulling back into a snarl to reveal rows of sharp teeth, his most basic instincts allowed him to avoid the first blow from a fist almost as large as his head, the Ork rocking back and blocking the next haymaker with his own arm. It was only then that he even realised he was under attack, under attack from a huge pink 'umie by the looks of it! This one was similar in size and build to him, and probably in strength, but he was an Ork and his people knew nothing but bloodshed and battle, it ran in their very genetic coding.

"Waaagh!" Came the roar from deep in his gullet, a primal reflex which would have been answered by others of his kind, had there been any there; allowing a blow to his midriff, he stepped forward and thrust forward with his head, his thickened brow connecting with an opposite of equal density, both hands then shooting out to wrap Gormog in a crushing bearhug that slowly increased in pressure.

Urg knew that he would not survive by fighting like this, but it was as a good an opening gambit as any.
@Sarpedon Eeeeeer...not really sure what you're on about there, Sarp, sorry.
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