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Liberte! Egalite! Fraternite!-A French Revolution RP.

I think yes (in French, because I know no French whatsoever)! Down with the King, lone live the Republic!
Are you considering having this in a different country or in a different time, for example The 1848 Revolutions of Europe or 1917 Revolution is Russia? Or is this strictly concentrated around the 1789 Revolution?

Liberte! Egalite! Fraternite!-A French Revolution RP.

Dud

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

Stürm Adler was thankful that Dr. Luwdig's creations withstood the intense heat of lava as they made their way past this seemingly impossible landscape. He clearly felt the heat, and he knew that he was supposed to have his skin pealing of, but like everything that the 505th had faced, they simply went through it like proper Aryans.
He took the necessary peak at Swordfish's feminine features as she climbed out of her suit, smiling to himself and thinking of all the things they could, and already had done with their bodies. Of course he wasn't saying anything about this to her, she already knew it.

Once Swordfish had prepared all of her gear, she told Stürm Adler what he needed to do. "Jawhol Swordfish. Call me when you've prepare that location, I'll take care of the guards." He said to her, turning to his own weaponry that would make his work much easier. His MP45 had been modified with an attachable silencer and muzzle-hider, as well as the same Vampir Infra-red system Swordfish had, perfect for when one couldn't see through the blowing snow. Swordfish was already on her way, so Stürm Adler went on towards the complex.

Movingly as silently as he could in his protective steel skin, he could see figures moving in the distance with his IR-vision, and moved forward in a crouching position. The soldiers didn't notice Stürm Adler as he moved closer and closer to them, rifle aimed at one of the soldiers. One of them wore the uniform of a British soldiers, the other he was more unsure as it didn't appear to be of any nationality he'd seen in combat before. But mattered little, as he quickly pulled the trigger twice, one bullet for the Brit and one for the unknown soldier. The soldiers fell hard into the snow without a sound, their blood slowly pouring out in the snow.

"Two soldiers down, no more patrols in sight. What's your status?"

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

A drink, a FREE drink? Now Harran wasn't going to let that opportunity slip away from him. He walked underneath and around a couple of people on his way to the counter, even having the privilege of nearly looking evenly at a dwarf, just a little taller than him. The chair was a bit tricky to climb onto, but the promise of free beer made the climb worth the pain, and soon Harran sat on top of bar-chair...and was still too short.

"Ehm...excuse me, Sir Dwarf, but do you have a chair better suited for my unsuitable height? Hey, where did you go?"

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

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What Do I Stand For? - A Galactic Civil War Story

I can't say that post was all too good, so sorry in advance for some hard reading.

What Do I Stand For? - A Galactic Civil War Story

Doran watched as Garnak and the woman called Alexandra walked out of the reception together, at what he understood to be tour of the facility. He too wouldn't mind be taken on such tour himself, but that wasn't necessary as ISB already had the plans of the facility, and Doran too had them memorized. At least the Alliance would have trouble getting hold of anything like that, so he had the upper hand.

While he waited for Garnak and Alexandra to return, Doran went back to the receptionist to ask her if it would be possible to speak with another representative of the Fey family. He didn't have to wait for long when a finely dressed woman entered the reception, bearing a resemblance to Garnak Fey that told him that she was a relative. Doran walked up to her and bowed for her.

"Greetings, deeply sorry to interrupt you like this, but I was told I could have a word with you, madam, on behalf of Mr. Fey."

-"Apology accepted, and I'd enjoy talking with you...sigh...on behalf of my CEO. I'm Kriel Garnak, Garnak's sister. And you are?"

"Mr. Bild, CEO of Hugon Transports on Tatooine. Mind if we have this conversation somewhere else, under four eyes?"

Kiel Garnak nodded quietly to Doran as she lead him into a lift. The way she had spoken about Garnak hinted at signs of hostility towards him. Perfect for him, thought Doran to himself. As they stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach it's designated floor, Doran looked at Kriel taking note of her face for later recognition.

"Anyhow, as I said in the reception, I was hoping to speak with your brother about a crucial business partnership between our two companies, but it seems that you do not have such high thoughts about his leadership, Miss Fey."

-"Hmpf...Correct, Mr. Bild.."

"Please, call me Rowan. If we're talking about Garnak this way, I'd prefer to be in person and not a businessman." He said with a sly smile to Kriel, who gave the same sly smile back to him.

-"Very well, Rowan, then you'll call me Kriel. As I said, correct, I don't enjoy working in this company under his leadership. As you most likely know, we have remained mostly independent from the Empire and the Alliance, but popular support here on Utapau leans more and more for these rebels. You businessmen on Tatooine aren't under the same pressure as what will soon be upon us here, and I intend to assure the Fey family's dominance. But my brother, he tries his best to stay neutral in this conflict, and he will fail."

"So, you want to take over the company?"

-"I didn't say that, and we never had this conversation, remember?"

"Of course, just setting the facts. But if anything accidental were to happen to Garnak, I'm sure you would be a fine CEO, Kriel. And you would have a loyal ally in Hugon Transports, and the Empire too of course."

-"Indeed we would. Is this, off the record, a business proposal?"

"Of the record, it is. But officially, I have only been complimenting your hair and excellent choice of dress."

Soon the elevator came down to the reception again, and there Garnak and Alexandra was back from their tour. Garnak didn't notice Doran as he headed into another room alongside Kriel, but Alexandra didn't seem to be leaving the reception. Straightening his clothes, Doran walked over to Alexandra, watching as Garnak disappeared behind the door before turning to his new secretary.

"I must congratulate you, from what I could hear before your tour you are now Mr. Fey's secretary. It's not easy getting a position like that."

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

-"Give us the pot full of gold, you little leper!"

Somewhere in the cold north, the hafling known as Harran O'Stoner, because that was his name really, had found himself in a bit of a tight spot. Yes, his name was O'Stoner, and it's going to be that way, so just follow the story and don't question it. Anyway, the hafling stood squeezed between two tall humans, both armed with clubs and axes, looking down at Harran.

"I'm telling you both, I'm not a leprechaun, and I certainly don't have a pot of gold! And even if I did, why would I tell you?" The hafling shouted at his assailants, standing knee-deep in the winter snow covering this cold land. He had been running from them for a week now, ever since he had helped sharpen their axe back in a town far away from where they found themselves now. Apparently Haflings were so rare in these parts, that they thought he was a magical being. Nonsense!

-"But you are magical! You sharpened my axe and didn't turn me into a newt!" One of the humans said to Harran, while the other human suddenly turned to his partner.

-"Wait, wait, wait, WAIT for a moment! Are you saying the only reason you thought he was magical, was because he sharpened your axe?"

-"Yes? What were you thinking?"

-"..."

-"And besides, he's so tiny! He must be magical to be so tiny!"

"Hello! I'm still here, and I'm not tiny!"

-"Shut up, we're not talking to you. Now Bhun, you may be right that he's magical, but to lay the basis of your magical theory on just his size and his skill in weapon sharpening, is a little thin."

-"Yes, but I'm also comparing my already stated facts with other theories, and this one just seems like the most logical one. Firstly, no one in that town could sharpen my axe other than this tiny being. Secondly, we have never seen such a tiny being in our lives, and ergo, since he's tiny and can sharpen my axe, he must be a leprechaun! And since leprechauns have pots of gold, we can get rich!"

-"...What about kids? They are tiny too. Or dwarfs?"

-"Yes, but they are not leprechauns, aren't that fact already proven?"

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Hours away, Harran had ran. He couldn't believe that his assailants were both so incompetent, and yet had thought through the theory so thoroughly in their hunt for him. It was almost as Harran himself wondered if he was a leprechaun, and if he was, where was his pot of gold? But the thought flew away just as quickly as he remembered why they thought he had sharpened the axe; it was not an axe, for he had taken the axe and sold it to an elf. What they had was a spear, hence why it was so sharp.

As the snow grew deeper, and Harran's feet disappeared underneath him until it looked as if it was a bunny digging its way through the snow, Harran suddenly hit something. Hard. With his face first. It was a door, a door! He looked up to see a sign, "The Unorthodoxy", a tavern. "Well, perhaps I finally can shake of those morons..." He said happily to himself as he got past the door and into the warm interior of the tavern. And just as he turned away after having closed the door, he hit something, again. Hard. With his face first. This time, a leg. And what a might fine leg it was.

"Excuse me madam, but you're ever so delicate leg is in my way. Excuse me." He said, walking right underneath her legs, happily smiling at the perks of being tiny; the view.

Monty Python's D&D Innkeep

I'll post in the IC tonight, prepare yourself for some classic Hafling action :D

What Do I Stand For? - A Galactic Civil War Story

Now I feel like I'm the one leaving you hanging. Thank you, I'll get to writing when I decide what is best :)