Lady Selune

He's A Pirate! [5E Homebrew Aquatic Setting]

It is a thing, but we had a massive burst of interest and so the discord is closed for now. If we lose some players I'll open up applications again.

Frozen New York Chick In Need Of Entertainment

Spreads wide a massive, fur-lined overcoat, speaking in gravelly film fortune teller voice.

Welcome.

FREAKS in the Ether

Was there a way to come back for this... "You'd have to prove, beyond reasonable doubt that you'd had a wetware hack. That's not an easy thing to do, and only a few peopel have ever been charged for it." She paused. "But, it would exonerate you legally. You'd likely still be a pariah, but the cops don't really give a shit about their own people being reviled, so you could likely continue on with your job as a detective too. If we can exonerate you." she shrugged. "We'll see how likely that one is."

She sat down on the corner of one of the beds, and ran a hand through her hair. "As for what we do now... Eat. Sleep. Tomorrow we'll need to make a trip somewhere fun, so get your rest in now Sleeping Beauty." As for dinner... Well, they could fill their stomachs here, but it wasn't like kibble was that pleasant to eat. At least it filled you, she supposed.

He's A Pirate! [5E Homebrew Aquatic Setting]

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He's A Pirate! [5E Homebrew Aquatic Setting]

Hey folks, Lady Selune here. Looking for a small collection of people to play a 5E campaign set around the ocean. Shipwrecks, deep sea beasties and pirates are a guarantee. It'll be play by post on Discord, so once there's enough interest I'll get that set up.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

The next message from the CDA came just twenty minutes afterwards. “Alright, we have a helicopter on standby. Please come to the Second CDA Response and Refugee Centre.” Fair enough. With her rifle acquired and slug over her back and a pocket of RFID chips to allow those who were fighting beside her to get the full benefits of them, she sauntered through the streets of London with a collected calm. Open carrying like this was rarely seen- guns were still a somewhat taboo element of life, but she didn’t care. She was going to make bank right now.

The Second CDA Response and Refugee Centre was a busy busy place. Forklifts and trucks rumbled back and forth, marked with the CDA’s distinctive triangle signange. White and yellow was everywhere, shouts and commands mixed in with the noise of machinery. A squat helicopter sat on a cleared out space that, if one was generous, could be called a helipad, a woman with a clipboard and earpiece rapidly coming to the gate where Camille stood.

“FOR THE JOB?” She shouted over the roar of the facility.

“YUP,” came the response, equally as loud. The woman consulted her clipboard for a second, then swiped an ID card through a door and lead her through. From there they went to some sort of reception, where a few details were tapped into a computer and a plastic lanyard was handed over to her.

“Wear that on your persons whenever you’re in this facility. If you don’t, security is going to have words with you. Wait here for more mercenaries, and you’ll get a briefing before you’re up in the air.” It seemed like she was the first one here. Poking around in her pocket she would get out a set of headphones and jam them into a MP3 player, scrolling through her playlists until she got to her favourite. Shuffle play on, and then it was go time.

People everywhere/A sense of expectation hanging in the air/Giving out a spark/Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark../ How was every one of their songs an absolute banger?

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Those that had accepted the Pale Horse job got a much less friendly meeting. "PH meeting at {)(!"*DJ£$%." Came the message. Decryption software could handle it fairly fast- and anyone that had worked with PH before would know what they needed to do such a thing. The encrypted message would lead operatives to a ruined multi-story carpark, where a spray-painted white horse head was the only indication that they were, indeed, in the right place.

A Funny and Clever Name for a Superhero RP

Hero Name:
Spook

Civilian Name:
Charlie Ana Liang

Age:
20

Hero Appearance:
Invisible. No, really, invisible. If you want to get technical she wears as close-to-see-through nightwear, since it tends to be ignored unless you're looking closely whilst still offering her a modicum of decency.

Civilian Appearance:
Fairly mosey. Glasses (or contact lenses,) obvious Asian ties and brown bangs give her quite the 'nerdy' look, and she typically covers up quite well with cardigans and jeans or tracksuits.

Powers:
Invisibility. Her entire body and everything inside of it (as well as biological things slightly outside of it, such as a string of drool,) are rendered entirely invisible at her choosing. Clothing and items she holds are not. In addition, she's highly flexible and athletic, allowing her to spring about the place whilst invisible quite well.

Warhammer 40k: Scum and Villainy - Adventures in the Imperium Nihilus

Taibrus Meddaddas- Astropath, Biomancer and Divinator by course, has joined the party.

Murder for Fun and Profit: Mercenaries in London

If there was one thing that all the mercs in London did have in common, it was their phones. Not that their phones were the same model, because they weren't, but because all mercenaries had access to the secure MercServ database. MercServ was a London-based hiring organisation for those who had more guns than they did money and wished to change that rather rapidly. On this system, a message would be sent out to all interested parties. Now, a message would buzz out through each one's, alerting them that there was something new for them to perhaps earn some money in

Sure enough, there was the notification, across dozens of screens. Attention [Pale Horse] Mercenary Outfit is looking to hire mercenaries for a job. Details as follows: CDA 2 str/No rspct 4 us/need 2 tk dwn a ntch. £xlots involvd/STOP// The strange, contracted language and textspeech was pretty typical for those hiring, as the server charged an exorbitant fee per letter to give out those details. Still, if they were looking for people to sign up, and promising a lot of cash, it could only mean that something was about to go down, and that was always a cause for interest.

Camille, who had been enjoying a quiet pint at the King's Head pub, on the outskirts of the shanty town, looked at the message on her phone. Whenever Pale Horse hired, the CDA would inevitably be hiring soon afterwards. Normally they didn't offer quite as much cash... Hm. Pale Horse it was for this job. A few button presses- she used a damn-near indestructible dumbphone rather than something fancy that would crack if she fumbled it and accepted the job, where a message would pop up on the screen. Accept video message? Huh. How could she disagree? Two clicks to get to the 'yes' option, and then she would listen, a rather gnarly London accent growling out.

"Fuckin' MercServ charging so much. Alright, thanks for accepting the job. The basic plan is that we think the CDA's getting too big for its boots. We gotta show them that we're still in this game, and for that reason we'll be needing you to launch an attack onto one of their secure facilities. The front door is reinforced and the whole thing is locked up tighter than a duck's arse, but we have a plan. If you accept, more detail's will be on the way. £10 grand per for this job."

Almost as soon as she had finished hearing his message, another one popped up on her phone. Attention. [CDA] Mercenary Outfit is looking mercenaries for a job. Details as follows: You'll be defending a secure site against Pale Horse. Matching £. Ooh. Well, in that case... She'd be taking the CDA job for sure. She always worked better when she was letting her enemies come to her rather than going to them, so without hesitation she cancelled the Pale Horse job and tapped down on the CDA one. Accept video message? Cropped up again. Two clicks again, yes again and the new video popped up, this time with a more pleasant woman's voice.

"Pale Horse is launching an attack on a secure server of ours. You'll be deployed by helicopter to defend the area and ensure that they don't start getting uppity. We're matching their price, so you can be sure of £10,000 transferred to a secure account of your choosing once the job is complete, with £2,000 transferred once you get on the chopper."

Well then. That seemed like it'd be the job for her. She'd just have to be aware for when the pickup'd be so that she could actually get paid. If the pair were going at each other again, she was going to be more than happy to profit from both of the idiots doing their thing. Hell, the more they fought, the more cash she made.

Warhammer 40k: Scum and Villainy - Adventures in the Imperium Nihilus

Reporting for duty.