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Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Arite. I'll probably whack a post up tomorrow evening if no one else gets in first.

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

Are we sticking to a post order?

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

/clears throat
Should I just post to keep things moving?

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Listening to the team reel off one-liners one after another was oddly refreshing. Maybe he actually liked the cockiness... Not that Duncan was one to talk. He turned to Jake with a stupid grin, just happy to be out of that hellhole. 'My friend, it will be as though you never left. I imagine we'll find plenty to- Oi... what was that..?' He paused, listening closely. There is was again, subtle but definitely there. One of the Galbadian turncoats staggered unsteadily away from the group, muttering angrily. 'I told them this was a dumb idea, I told them they'd get us all killed, why don't nobody ever... listen...' Her voice trailed off as she stared at the sand beneath her feet, like it was draining away underground... Duncan caught on a second too late. 'Oi, move outt-' His warning was cut off by a great thundering sound as the sand beneath the woman's feet fell away, revealing row upon row of serrated teeth rising around her. She didn't even have time to scream.

'Sand worms!' This time it was Fresno who acted first, yelling a warning while pulling a device from his belt. Sand worm attacks were common here, at least outside the perimeter fencing. How did they get in? He didn't have time to think about it now though. 'SeeD, stay completely still!' His mind raced, trying to remember the procedure for worm attacks. 'And run when I run!' He threw the device as hard as he could. It landed with a soft thump a couple dozen metres away, then detonated with huge concussive force. 'Now!' He pelted off in a random direction as the worms fell upon the area, thrashing around as they hunted for whatever made such big vibrations. But they weren't all that stupid; a few peeled off and dove back underground, creating ominous wakes behind them as they homed in on the SeeDs.

Duncan ran along behind the soldier, utterly confused as to what was going on. Did sand worms even exist..? True, there were a lot of undocumented monsters out there, but surely something like this would have been studied before. He glanced over his shoulder, up at the prison behind them; a state secret for housing political dissidents, protected by unknown monsters. Sounded very Galbadian actually. 'Split up!', he yelled. For a moment he wondered if being swallowed by a worm would really kill him outright; SeeDs were pretty tough after all. Then again, it was best not to test it. 'Head for the support team!' He could see some of them now, lining a rocky ridge a few hundred metres ahead. If they hadn't been eaten, then it was a fair bet that it was a safe location. He legged it.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeants Emile Hoek and Harald, Gallian Militia

As Harald chatted away with his erstwhile squadmates, another new face approached and introduced himself as their squad leader. 'Nice to meet you, Hoek. Sergeant Harald, Squad Four.' The rest of the squad slowly filtered out into the area, some taking up defensive positions, others taking the chance for a bit of socialising. For the Sergeants however, work needed to be discussed. Harald took a cigarette gratefully, looking forward to the rare treat of proper baccy over his usual cheap dogends. 'Cheers. Haven't smoked a real fag in years.' He sparked up, finding himself feeling more relaxed than at any time since they had left Fort Breda; he took it as a good sign. 'The Captain told us there were other squads screening the way to Vasel, but we didn't get much detail. I assume you had the same orders?'

Hoek nodded " We were ordered, along with the 2nd and 8th to comb the area and recon the town. The 2nd and 8th went off on their own, we were left here with the tank, since it would attract to much attention." he said with a sigh. "About two and a half hours ago there was some gun fire from the 8th's potion . I sent some scouts to check it out, they ran into a Imperial Patrol, took em by surprise. When they searched em they found an 8th squad dogtag and helmet." he muttered sadly as he scratched his chin. " like wise with the 2nd I sent a scout, couldn't find them. They either pulled out for some reason, or they went AWOl." he said " The 2nd was supposed to be to east of the south west of the town. We need them to get any information on the town."

Harald nodded slowly as the other sergeant explained the situation. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance that the other squads had been sent out with support unlike his own, but he tried to think of it as Meulemann's way of showing confidence in their ability. 'Damn... Our orders weren't so specific. Only thing we have left to do is secure a coach house a mile or so down to road.' He leant back on the tank next to Hoek, frowning in deep thought. With two squads worth of troops, they could easily take 4's last objective but that left Squad 2 off alone. The extra intel on Vasel's defences would be invaluable to the column of troops barely a day's march behind them, but they wouldn't be able to link up with 2 and take the coach house before the regiment arrived. '... Looks like we may have to split our forces. I won't lie, I'd love to have a tank and a few more men to take that coach house, but we can't leave 2nd out on a limb.' He gave Hoek a sidelong glance. 'Do you have a trustworthy NCO you could send to find 2nd? I can't spare the manpower at the moment.' The day was getting old too. He wanted to launch his assault at dawn, hopefully catch the Imps unprepared again.

Hoek sighed "already sent a scout. they should be returning any time now." he said as he stopped leaning against the Tank. " I got Meyers on look out, shes got a good eye, she noticed your sash at that range... Thats a plus considering she might have taken your head off otherwise." he said jokingly as he looked up to the sky " I take it you three have some history?" he asked. Hoek had noticed how both Paul and Sam recognized him, While Hoek considered them friendly, Paul and Sam rarely spoke of their old squad. The few times they have they spoke of great things for their old Sargent.

'Dresner was with us at Rinneheim, where we were mustered. Meyers joined us shortly after, one of the replacements for those who washed out after their first action.' Come to think of it, he hadn't served in Meyers in actual combat. Nearest thing was that practice battle back at Fort Breda, barely a fortnight ago. Valkyria, has it only been two weeks? Feels like months... 'Both good soldiers. Honestly, I'm kinda surprised they remember me at all.' He remembered them of course, as he did with all his subordinates; even, or perhaps especially the weird ones, like Kyo. It was hard to forget names after mentioning them over and over in reports during their brief training camp at the Fort. 'I dunno. At any rate, we've got one last point to take and then we can take it easy for a few days. I understand that your orders are different to ours, but with the regiment so close behind, I think securing the main road needs to be our priority.' Harald rapped his knuckles on the side of Hoek's tank pointedly. '... and as fond as I am of our little APC, this thing will make taking that coach house much easier. So what do you say; want to come help us take it?'

"Paul said you had that old solider feel." Hoek said with a chuckle. "Suppose thats a good thing." he said as he watched Harald tap the side of his tank. "Gladly once my scout comes back, we could use that intel he has." he said a smile "Bet you the Imps wont know what hit em. two squads coming up on them with an APC and medium tank... well at the very worst we will give them a good fight. "Suddenly a soft whistled tone catches Hoeks attention "seems James has returned to us, come along Sargent lets see what we can learn" Hoek said motioning towards Paul as he rushes up to them.

Old soldier... Harald couldn't hold back a cynical roll of the eyes. 'Not sure how I feel about that. I'm only a couple of years older than him...' Still, it was probably a compliment. Probably. As Hoek's scout ran up to them, Harald flicked away his spent cigarette and drew a notebook from his webbing. 'Sound.'

Running up to the two Sargent "Sir" he said to Hoek. then he looks at Harald, with a nod from Hoek James clears his throat. "Sir we found the squad..." he said holding up a bunch of dog tags "they got ambushed...we found the intel from the squad... least what was left of it for what good it does us, from what the squad found it has 40 plus infantry and at least one light tank. From the shell holes at the ambush they have mortars... To be honest sir, we have no idea what we are doing " he said softly. as Hoek took the tags. " This is not a squads worth of tags.." Hoek said as james nods "we found a few, I sent Lewis,Craig and Robert to help them back." Hoek nodded " James this is Sargent Harald, we are gonna help his squad out a bit. I want the squad up and running in five. Grab Sam I want to be damn sure when we go in, that she covers our troops from snipers...Also grab Paul, I want him to lead our shocktroops from the front."

The news from Squad 8 wasn't encouraging, but at least they weren't going in blind this time. Harald took the time to note down the important details as the scout reported and cross-reference it to the maps he had been issued. Based on the area 8th had been hit in, the Imps were probably moving forces north-east to reinforce their flanks; that in turn suggested that they already knew of the Militia's plans... not encouraging. But the fact that there weren't dedicated kill-teams hunting them or heavy defences at the coach house gave them an opportunity. Harald shook the scout's hand firmly, grateful for the information. 'Looking forward to working with you. Sergeant, I'll go get my men in order. It might be best if your squad takes the right flank as we move in, tank in the centre. We're undermanned, so we'll push hard from the left.' It meant putting Hoek's men in the line of fire, but Squad 4 was in no shape to be taking the lead assaulting a well-entrenched position. They would serve better in flanking the enemy, as Stichler's team had in La Haye Sainte. 'I'll contact you by radio when we're ready to move.'

As he walked away, the Sergeant thumbed his radio switch. 'Squad 4, rally on me.' He leapt up into the rear of the APC and started rummaging through the bags for a large map. By the time he found what he was looking for, the rest of the squad was ready. 'Alright ladies and gents, break has been postponed. Original plan was to assist Hoek's men in finding friendly forces in the area, but that is no longer necessary.' He lay the map out over the hood of the APC, his lips a thin line. Honestly this wasn't his preferred method; given the choice he would have waited til night, but with roaming Imp forces on their unsecured flank, he understood Hoek's desire to keep moving. Besides they only had about twelve hours until the main Militia column arrived, maybe less for the advance parties. 'The target is a coach house a couple of miles down the road. Hoek's men will be taking the right flank, using their tank to drawn fire. There are more of them than there are of us, so they'll be able to cover a wider area.' He began drawing markers on the map, showing where the different squads would be. 'We will take the left, advancing on foot to the flank of the building. From there we breach and clear, support Hoek as they mop up.' On paper, quite simple. Even though the breaching team would be outnumbered, the enemy was unlikely to concentrate all of their defences in the coach house itself; most of the Imps would be taking cover between Hoek and the building, giving 4 a window to break through. 'Carn, I want the APC with us to shield from small arms fire and dropping shells on strongpoints. But if you take a single lance, even a glancing hit, I want to to back out and return here. Can't afford t lose this baby now.' He glanced back over to the other squad; the tank's engines were revving up and soldiers jogged to and fro getting themselves in order. '... Any questions?'

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

I am so goddamn lazy... Sorry all. I will post, I swear. The next segment will require other people to drive the story along, as the group will be splitting for a while.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Still waiting on caliban to finish up our collab, but I might finish it up early and post it soon so we keep some movement going.

Elder Tales: Chroincles of the West; A Log Horizon AU Role-Play

So... Postage?

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

All looking good. Fingers crossed, I'll get one up tomorrow and start the feeding frenzy next section.

Bound in Service - Fantasy/Alternate World

Bound in Service

Lights dance in the stillness of the mind, soft and warm. Memories fade away, inconsequential for whatever comes next. A voice sounds from afar. 'Awaken... Awaken.' The lights grow brighter, hotter as the voice grows to a crescendo and then ends. Your eyes open. You have arrived.

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Many dream of alternate worlds, places of mystery and magic, of vibrant fantasy and epic tales. So many of these dreams are influenced by games, stories and legend. They tell of amazing worlds ripe for adventure, where you can be free and powerful and live out your wildest fantasies. But not all in the multiverse is sunshine and roses; many worlds are desolate, depressing places or else are much like our own. This tale is set in one of those less-than idyllic worlds, where life can be brutal and short.

Unlike ours, this world has no name. Here humanity exists in a constant state of conflict with itself and the world around them. Great empires rise and fall, tyrants dominate, get overthrown and all the while the others that inhabit this verdant world hunt the unfortunate. Magic is one of humanity's only advantages, giving it just enough of an edge to become the dominant race, but nevertheless their borders are always tested. From the lowest goblin to the mightiest dragon, every other sentient being has a bone to pick.

In the midst of all this grimdark fantasy, some bright spark came up with an idea; a way to create soldiers that were utterly loyal, capable of surviving the most horrific injuries and most importantly, cheap to produce. Using sorcery to bind a living spirit was an old trick, but one mage found a way to bind them to themselves, forcing them to use their own souls to create a physical body. These bound spirits could be controlled through runes and were effectively immortal; you could chop their arms off and so long as they were sewn back on, the wound would heal in a matter of hours. The mages created hundreds of these Servants, selling them to kings and generals as bodyguards. With a bit of training, a Servant could become anything. Naturally as Servants became more common they started to be used for other things; cheap manual labour is always helpful.

But that's not what's important right now. What's important is where these spirits come from. What if I told you that when we dream, our souls leave the body and start wandering off? Sometimes these souls stray across the boundary between worlds, resulting in lurid dreams as they experience things beyond our comprehension. Now most souls get back home in time for morning, but occasionally one will get... waylaid. You get where I'm going with this. Servants are the bound souls of humans from our world, unlucky sods who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The act of binding drains most of their memories, leaving them confused but capable when they awaken. Most Servants understand that they came from some place else and a few can even recall echoes of their past lives, but it hardly matters. Servants cannot die and can only be released when unbound. Of course even if they were to be unbound, there's a good to high chance the original body would have died, so... let's not try.

And that, in a round about kinda way, is why you're here. Welcome to Heinrick's Tower, producer of discount Servants since 899. You've just been bound, so I imagine you're all rather confused at the moment but don't worry! I've been through it myself, so I can vouch for the Master's talent. You won't remember any of this when you wake up anyway. Right now I'm just doing some checks on your bodies as they materialise, seeing how much we'll get for you. Don't worry girls, this is an upstanding establishment. We only sell to trusted clients after all.

In any event, I look forward to seeing you when you awaken. Cheerio!

Roman, Slave Trader's Servant

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I've been toying with this idea for a while now, adding influence from difference sources over time. The idea is that the players are Servants summoned from Earth, then sold as slaves to someone who needs bodyguards. This guy has a plan but s/he ain't letting anything slip. The story would roll out slowly over time, leading on from the moment they're sold, through him training them and such. I'd probably be aiming for about 3/4 players, plus my character (the buyer) to round it off. Wouldn't be against having a few more if there's enough interest though. This INT is in both casual and advanced because I'm aiming to keep literacy at high-casual/low-advanced level.

So... anyone interested or have a burning question they need answered? The answer is always bacon.
Btw, the title is terrible. If anyone comes up with a better sounding name for this RP, pls tell me.