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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.
7 yrs ago
Happy New Year!
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8 yrs ago
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.

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Essentially it is just you two thus far, everyone else (@BurningCold@Big Dread@Mach2@DrunkasaurusRex@The Mover@Paraffin@BurningCold@Kaiachi@CaptainBritton) have yet to send me a sheet; as to when it will start, that is indeed the million-dollar question.
I can't delete this, so I'll just say that I would have.
Alright decent. I suppose I should respect turn order and let the others post before me.


Wouldn't say there is a 'post order', more like 'post when you want'.
From Across the Sea




A Saxon 'Migration' Roleplay


Pretty simple really, I'm quite in the mood for a more historical RP - something I've attempted a couple of times before, but never got to work...people don't seem to like reading.

It is the 6th Century AD, the Romans refused aid to the beleaguered island-province of Britannia and Picts and Scotti tribes raid it like a wounded beast. In their distress, and with the Roman belief of using an enemy against an enemy, the tyrant Vortigern invites a keel of Saxon warriors led by the brothers Hengist and Horsa to aid in rebuffing these enemies of the British petty kingdoms.

The lands here are fertile, the people are swarthy and weak, and Vortigern was a fool; such ideas have been sent to the lands of the north - to the flooded lands of the Angles, the frozen Jutish territories, and the Saxon homelands.

That's all really!

There are plenty of options, and I'd be happy to answer any questions, plenty of options and roles available in what I suppose could be called a semi-NRP; would you rather defend the island as one of the British kingdoms, or help to raid and settle as the Germanic incomers?

Aaaanyone interested?

P.S.

This RP takes from this RP, and runs on generally the same idea - a general narrative (but not a fixed one) of Britannia acting as the focal point for the events of the future. What those are exactly are up to the players and their actions. Colonise, defend or destroy? Or a mix of all three.
@DrunkasaurusRex@Wraithblade6@Ollumhammersong

The face of Vibianus split into a grin beneath his helmet as the plasma engulfed the Sorcerer, but whatever hope he had had of the Thousand Sons demise was swiftly dashed, his face twisting then into an unsatisfied grimace when Sanakhet not only survived but even worse seemed quite unharmed. Chaos was fickle indeed, and none more fickle than the Changer of Ways, and while inside of himself the child of the Emperor was seething with annoyance on the outside he silently moved through the Black Legionnaires and toward the Thunderhawk once more.

A gold-trimmed warrior of Abaddon stepped forth to halt him, swinging at him with his chainsword in an endeavour to hew the warrior in twain. Vibianus stepped inside the swing, hammering the hand-guard of his own weapon repeatedly against the face of his opponents helmet, delivering a swift blow to the inside of the legionnaires leg and decapitating him contemptuous ease; around him the remaining three warriors of his cadre moved in unison with him, heavy calibre bolts blowing apart a legionnaire that was about to disembowel Guroth from behind, all moving forward to secure 'the prize' before these interlopers got the chance.

Mere meters away and overhead the loyalist forces were closing in, companies of enemy Astartes and regiments of Imperial Guard led by officers and commanders determined to wipe out the forces of the Ruinous Powers before they got a chance to escape. If those same followers now converging upon the gunship knew what was good for them – if they wished to survive at least – then they would need to work together to get the Thunderhawk going and into orbit...after that, who knew?

Vibianus knew this, switching to a general vox channel and hoping that the trio of newcomers would listen to sense, “we need this gunship and we need it now! Fight one another when we have fled this débâcle, but for now I suggest that we finish these lapdogs of the so-called Warmaster and get off of this planet.”

He and his comrades were nearly into the Thunderhawk, fighting their way up the boarding ramp with grim resoluteness, but they could not take it alone; with three other warriors by their side though...
Waiting on you @Jbcool. Don't you ever get a girlfriend.


Got one, and a job - why do you think I take so long to post? Cus I'm bloody knackered all the time, that's why.
@Klomster It's fine. If no one posts in a day or so, we can go ahead with a collaborative post to resolve the meeting.


I suggest you do that then.
@CelticSoldier Right, give me a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer; is there any way that I and/or the group can beat this guy?

If no, then there's no point in trying, and thus far that is what I'm heading toward.
@Jbcool putting a lot of faith on us scrubs..


And why not? You're all capable RPers, and I don't expect anyone to go OTT, hopefully gonna prove me right.
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