@Andromedai I am ever a sucker for a good Tolkien-based RP, as well as versed in more-or-less everything that is Tolkien as well. Therefore, if you do need any help and so on, I'd be more than willing to share the loooad. Apart from that, I'd also be happy to join the group of Adventurers.
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"STOP. QUOTING. ME." Jb, 2019, quoted in 2022." Roland, 2022, quoted in 2022.
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STOP. QUOTING. ME.
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Gone fishing for a week, will return soon.
8 yrs ago
Happy New Year!
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Merry Yuletide, one and all! Gods bless.
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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.
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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@Austronaut@POOHEAD189
I agree, really enjoying it so far! If you've got contacts/know anyone who might be interested in this, then please give 'em a holla. If you feel like doing a wee bit of advertising on the site, could do that as well.
Apart from that, we still need @Shorticus and @Culluket to give us their next posts aaaaaand @BCTheEntity and @Yennefer to make themselves known, if they're still up for this.
In short (no Dwarf-pun intended!) I don't particularly want it to die either.
I agree, really enjoying it so far! If you've got contacts/know anyone who might be interested in this, then please give 'em a holla. If you feel like doing a wee bit of advertising on the site, could do that as well.
Apart from that, we still need @Shorticus and @Culluket to give us their next posts aaaaaand @BCTheEntity and @Yennefer to make themselves known, if they're still up for this.
In short (no Dwarf-pun intended!) I don't particularly want it to die either.
@Austronaut It would appear not! I've tried to contact him on Skype several times, but it seems he is simply ignoring me. :(
Probably best just to carry on without.
Probably best just to carry on without.
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Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BCTheEntity@POOHEAD189@Natsucooldude@ConstableWalrus@agentmanatee@Roosan@SomeChap@Savage
Segmentum Tempestus,
130.M42,
WAAAGH! 'UMIE STOMPA,
Aboard the Ork Rok 'Gork's Raff'
The skirl of the squig-pipes and the keening wails of especially loyal, and therefore protected, Gretchin echoed throughout the cavernous corridors and passageways of the Greenskin Rok – known to their friends and foes alike as Gork's Raff – the procession of nearly three thousand Orks accompanying the ruined body of their former Kaptin.
It was said that Kaptin Ogmuk Marine-flayer had died during their most recent engagement against the Imperial Navy, impaled by a hundred pieces of rock, metal and shrapnel when a torpedo impacted right in front of him. There were those however, suspicious and ambitious Orks one and all, that proclaimed it aloud as some sort of assassination instead.
Now the Kaptin of the Freebooterz formerly known as 'Da Flayerz Gitz' was carried on the broad shoulders of his most loyal Nobz, the Jolly Ork draped across his colossal frame, choppas banging against the floors, walkways and stone walls of the hollowed asteroid, roars and hitting of chests showing an outpouring of emotion that many outsiders would probably think Orks were incapable of.
Thousands of Orks from a hundred differing Tribes and Klanz, bought together by the vanquished strength of the Marine-flayer now left leaderless...without direction...and with each Nob eyeing the other warily, even as their deceased overlord was jettisoned off into the void of space.
Not long passed after this that Mugrub Whatzitface, the oldest and most sage of the Ork Weirdboyz aboard the Rok – the closest thing the Orks had to priests or holy men it seems – summoned the most valiant and above all [b]largest[/i] of the Kaptin's favoured bodyguards to the 'inner sanctum' of the Raff for a meeting that would decide the course of the Freebooterz destiny
They could not stay here forever, thought Mugrub to himself, and they could not continue using this Rok as their mode of transport. Yes, it had engines attached to it that allowed rudimentary direction and thrust, but they needed something better, something larger and more well-equipped, something that they currently did not have.
It was what the Kaptin would have wanted...or so he thought.
The Weirdboy waited patiently, for an Ork, in the largest chamber of the floating construct – the former 'cabin' of their departed leader. It was called a cabin, but was about ten times larger, and with a ceiling that went so high that it disappeared into shadow toward the top. At the farthest end of the room was his 'throne' – a seat made from pieces of armour taken from defeated foes, their weapons scattered before it, their heads stuck on poles protruding from the stone wall behind and above it – while a circular table taken from an so-called Imperial Feudal World had been dropped right in front of it, and it was here that the future of the crew and lesser elements would be decided. There were no seats around the table, both because they had been destroyed and because the Kaptin had always thought it better for his subordinates to stand while he sat.
Mugrub himself was an Ork on the smaller side, looking more like a shrivelled piece of green leather with two red eyes than anything else, his staff of metal held in one hand and his hunched hide covered only by some flowing robes he had taken from a Cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy, and now he waited in front of the throne for the most cunning, strongest and more powerful Greenskins to assemble here.
Each one was a potential leader, but, one way or another, the wheat had to be sorted from the chaff.
Segmentum Tempestus,
130.M42,
WAAAGH! 'UMIE STOMPA,
Aboard the Ork Rok 'Gork's Raff'
The skirl of the squig-pipes and the keening wails of especially loyal, and therefore protected, Gretchin echoed throughout the cavernous corridors and passageways of the Greenskin Rok – known to their friends and foes alike as Gork's Raff – the procession of nearly three thousand Orks accompanying the ruined body of their former Kaptin.
It was said that Kaptin Ogmuk Marine-flayer had died during their most recent engagement against the Imperial Navy, impaled by a hundred pieces of rock, metal and shrapnel when a torpedo impacted right in front of him. There were those however, suspicious and ambitious Orks one and all, that proclaimed it aloud as some sort of assassination instead.
Now the Kaptin of the Freebooterz formerly known as 'Da Flayerz Gitz' was carried on the broad shoulders of his most loyal Nobz, the Jolly Ork draped across his colossal frame, choppas banging against the floors, walkways and stone walls of the hollowed asteroid, roars and hitting of chests showing an outpouring of emotion that many outsiders would probably think Orks were incapable of.
Thousands of Orks from a hundred differing Tribes and Klanz, bought together by the vanquished strength of the Marine-flayer now left leaderless...without direction...and with each Nob eyeing the other warily, even as their deceased overlord was jettisoned off into the void of space.
Not long passed after this that Mugrub Whatzitface, the oldest and most sage of the Ork Weirdboyz aboard the Rok – the closest thing the Orks had to priests or holy men it seems – summoned the most valiant and above all [b]largest[/i] of the Kaptin's favoured bodyguards to the 'inner sanctum' of the Raff for a meeting that would decide the course of the Freebooterz destiny
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They could not stay here forever, thought Mugrub to himself, and they could not continue using this Rok as their mode of transport. Yes, it had engines attached to it that allowed rudimentary direction and thrust, but they needed something better, something larger and more well-equipped, something that they currently did not have.
It was what the Kaptin would have wanted...or so he thought.
The Weirdboy waited patiently, for an Ork, in the largest chamber of the floating construct – the former 'cabin' of their departed leader. It was called a cabin, but was about ten times larger, and with a ceiling that went so high that it disappeared into shadow toward the top. At the farthest end of the room was his 'throne' – a seat made from pieces of armour taken from defeated foes, their weapons scattered before it, their heads stuck on poles protruding from the stone wall behind and above it – while a circular table taken from an so-called Imperial Feudal World had been dropped right in front of it, and it was here that the future of the crew and lesser elements would be decided. There were no seats around the table, both because they had been destroyed and because the Kaptin had always thought it better for his subordinates to stand while he sat.
Mugrub himself was an Ork on the smaller side, looking more like a shrivelled piece of green leather with two red eyes than anything else, his staff of metal held in one hand and his hunched hide covered only by some flowing robes he had taken from a Cardinal of the Ecclesiarchy, and now he waited in front of the throne for the most cunning, strongest and more powerful Greenskins to assemble here.
Each one was a potential leader, but, one way or another, the wheat had to be sorted from the chaff.
Still seems odd to me that a Sis Of Battle is sitting around and drinking coffee, of all things, but I guess it's not entirely implausible. 
Oddly enough, I am both alive and also working on a post...shocking, I know.
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Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@BCTheEntity@POOHEAD189@Savage@Natsucooldude@ConstableWalrus@agentmanatee@Roosan@SomeChap
Get ya choppas an yer shootas ready, this begins tomorrow. I swears on me honour as an Ork.
Get ya choppas an yer shootas ready, this begins tomorrow. I swears on me honour as an Ork.
@POOHEAD189@Culluket@Austronaut@Eisenhorn@Shorticus
"We can fill her in later if need be. But are ye gonna tell us what kinda mission we're here for?"
The Duke had been a little too preoccupied with trying to figure out what the Greenskin was saying to concentrate, his train of thought more often than not completely derailing itself at the slightest distractions, but it seemed now that the Dwarf's words had refocused his mind and, with an almost constantly quivering hand, he slipped it into his night-shirt and pulled free a talisman that had been draped about his neck; with more than a little worry on his face he showed the item to the group, a simple item it was, smaller than a pebble and roughly carved from jade, the piece itself shaped into the crude likeness of a lizards head - the Sauran visage in profile, the tongue protruding aggressively, and something...a faint, sickly, glow emanating from it even as Duardo held it up between thumb and forefinger.
"This," hissed the disturbed Tilean, "is the creator and bringer of all my misfortune, for it was not until I discovered it within a long-forgotten ziggurat that my life began to crumble. Many is the time I have sought to rid myself of it, and always it has simply reappeared back in my presence one way or another," with a sigh he placed let it drop to hang about his neck, a warning and the purpose of his hiring a group of mercenaries in the first place, "I cannot simply give it to you to take somewhere and return or destroy, you understand, so what I require of you is the procurement of someone that may help destroy it."
At a gesture Alfredo got to his feet, scurrying off into the innards of the keep for a moment or two, before returning with a dusty and slowly disintegrating scroll of parchment. Another gesture caused him to roll it out, shifting plates and platters here and there to create more room on the table, to reveal a surprisingly detailed map of Tilea and the surrounding nations, the closer ones - Estalia for example - far more detailed than those further away.
"Her name is Josephine Arnaud, a Damsel of Bretonnia but a minor one, and he dwelling is said to lie within this region..." A skeletal finger reached out to place itself over the name 'Ducato di Aquitania', the Bretonnian Dukedom of Aquitaine, "there is a small settlement here where she is said to dwell, and it is from here that I would ask you all to bring her." Before anyone could answer, he held up a hand to silence them and spoke once more, "you may consider this kidnapping..and you would not be wrong! I have attempted to contact her before, pleaded for her help but to no avail, and this is my last, bitter, gamble before I take my own life out of depression and woe. Please, my friends, I shall pay you almost anything you wish to undertake this charge of mine - if it is within my power - you have but to name it."
"We can fill her in later if need be. But are ye gonna tell us what kinda mission we're here for?"
The Duke had been a little too preoccupied with trying to figure out what the Greenskin was saying to concentrate, his train of thought more often than not completely derailing itself at the slightest distractions, but it seemed now that the Dwarf's words had refocused his mind and, with an almost constantly quivering hand, he slipped it into his night-shirt and pulled free a talisman that had been draped about his neck; with more than a little worry on his face he showed the item to the group, a simple item it was, smaller than a pebble and roughly carved from jade, the piece itself shaped into the crude likeness of a lizards head - the Sauran visage in profile, the tongue protruding aggressively, and something...a faint, sickly, glow emanating from it even as Duardo held it up between thumb and forefinger.
"This," hissed the disturbed Tilean, "is the creator and bringer of all my misfortune, for it was not until I discovered it within a long-forgotten ziggurat that my life began to crumble. Many is the time I have sought to rid myself of it, and always it has simply reappeared back in my presence one way or another," with a sigh he placed let it drop to hang about his neck, a warning and the purpose of his hiring a group of mercenaries in the first place, "I cannot simply give it to you to take somewhere and return or destroy, you understand, so what I require of you is the procurement of someone that may help destroy it."
At a gesture Alfredo got to his feet, scurrying off into the innards of the keep for a moment or two, before returning with a dusty and slowly disintegrating scroll of parchment. Another gesture caused him to roll it out, shifting plates and platters here and there to create more room on the table, to reveal a surprisingly detailed map of Tilea and the surrounding nations, the closer ones - Estalia for example - far more detailed than those further away.
"Her name is Josephine Arnaud, a Damsel of Bretonnia but a minor one, and he dwelling is said to lie within this region..." A skeletal finger reached out to place itself over the name 'Ducato di Aquitania', the Bretonnian Dukedom of Aquitaine, "there is a small settlement here where she is said to dwell, and it is from here that I would ask you all to bring her." Before anyone could answer, he held up a hand to silence them and spoke once more, "you may consider this kidnapping..and you would not be wrong! I have attempted to contact her before, pleaded for her help but to no avail, and this is my last, bitter, gamble before I take my own life out of depression and woe. Please, my friends, I shall pay you almost anything you wish to undertake this charge of mine - if it is within my power - you have but to name it."
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