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Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdOh stop it you ^^

No seriously, don't stop praising me. Or else I'll you all. And turn your characters into Anime-girls.

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@Lady Luck

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@NalloreAnd here I was hoping Alexander would get a warm welcome and a nice pension ^^'

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@CaitsThanks for taking that bullet for me ^^ I don't have any dead characters either!

...for now...

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:Qasr El Nil Barracks

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While Haakon took another sip of his tea, his was unable to miss the look the Lord-Major gave him as he stated his hopes for a finalization of certain matters. His choice of words reinforced the message from the older gentleman, there was no doubt about it. Haakon silently drank down more tea than he had planned, though manned through the hot liqued pouring down his throat as he gave an innocent look back to the Lord-Major. "Quite indeed"

The journalist quietly continued drink his tea and eat his slice of bread as the conversation continued into the topic of their dreams. Especially the Lord-Major's description of the dream was most dramatic, colourful and grotesque, and surely simply a dream. The trouble arose when Haakon thought back to his own dream, followed by Miss Ridgeway's confirmation of her having had the same dream as the Lord-Major. As she said that, Haakon couldn't help but look at Josephine with a mixed look, both curious yet worried. He remebered that she had been in the dream, but did she do the same? "Except the visual and contexual similarity to the Book of Genesis and the end of the world, not much; Ancient Egyptian is sadly not my strongest side, though..."

Haakon's gaze once again turned to Josephine, giving her a quick look of the same quality as earlier, before turning back to Lord-Major Keystone and Miss Ridgeway. "...while I did not dream something like that, it was of the same scale; a river of blood, a sensation of drowning, and a pyramid. And one of the sides was gone, broken. Now this is pure speculation, just a thought; does it mean, hypothetically, that something broke out of the pyramid?"

Before Haakon could continue with his line of thought and talk of the dreams, he was interrupted by two events; Firstly the soldier adressing the Lord-Major and handing him a slip of paper, sadly unreadable for Haakon this angle. Secondly, Miss Ridgeway left the table and walked off. Peter and Vera, they had returned, but together? The ill look on her face also peaked his interest, though a sense of worry too; Not that he believed in such nonsense - at least so far as he was starting to worry about the reality of the recent unexplainable events, - but a fleeting thought wondered if she would become the next victim of the Pharaoh's Curse. "Might it be best not to burden Lady Munn with these questions just now?"

Children of the Greatfather

@gorgenmastMay I throw in a character sheet as well? I wrote in the original thread and asked if I was permitted to create a non-Magnar realm because of the many people interested already. But seeing as that number is lower here, may I go on with a Magnar-realm? Thanks for the answer.

Band of Bastards- WW2 Heist/Espionage RP

Jakob Norheim & Silvio Colani

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"So...you're telling me that I've been sent from sunny Italy all the way here into the butt-fucking middle of the Third Reich during the winter on a top-secret mission, just to drive a fuckin' train?" The Italian in Silvio was really starting to come out as he spoke, a real annoyance and anger filling his every word to the brim with fine Italian temperament and New Yorker loud-mouthing.

Silvio had gotten a decent look at the various men - and woman, to his great, but still delighted surprise - on the second floor. They all looked like they were tough soldiers, veterans of previous action in this war or another, though Silvio didn't have time to care about that right then. The Nazi SS officer that walked in last was what gave him the spooks at first, even making him reach for his backpack until he realized that he was there too on orders from whoever sent them here.

Silvio guessed it had to be Robert, that sneaky fox. It could be that Italian gall, though she did look mighty-fine, especially now.
Jakob on the other hand knew perfectly who had sent them and why they were there. Each with a specific and very important role in this important mission. Some of them cared for the money; Jakob wanted to Third Reich to burn to nothing but ashes of those bastards.

Jakob looked at the loud-mouthed, yet able-looking American man dressed up as an Italian nobody, an expression of discipline filling his face as their mission was soon to commence. "If you didn't understand what Robert said, I'll remind you; if you don't want to help nor the gold, you can leave now."

"I got that, but...ah fine, I'm not one to rat out like some dirty snitching weasel. It's just..."

"Just what, what's your name and rank again?"

"...Oh right, formalities. But what..".

"About the mission being top-secret? You're in you said, so you won't be going back to tell our info back home, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Boss." Silvio put down his backpack on the floor, before standing up straight and looking at the others. "Sergeant Silvio Colani, formerly United States Ranger and all that jazz. Both able with a gun, and more personal matters." He said to them, the latter more so directed to the Italian lady with a cheekish smile, until he realized she might not understand English since she asked for a German translation. He didn't get to ask though, as Jakob quickly took over.

"Corporal Norheim, though call me Viking. Keep it simple. I'll take up position by the bar, it'll be easier to assemble my Bren behind the counter. You then, Sergeant?" Jakob's words were filled with something; not a kind of spite towards the Italian, but more of irritation of his behaviour and lack of dedication towards the mission. He himself was dedicated all right.

"For guns? I got my trusty Lady down here; she'll be more than able to take care of those stronzinoes downstairs. Want me to take point outside, Norheim?"

"I said Viking. Did I stutter?"

"Right...Viking...Me, outside, gun those goons down?"

"If Robert allows it, he's the chief."

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@Lady AmaltheaEdited so that he's going outside. Hope that works. Sorry for being European, lol >.<

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@Lady AmaltheaOkay dokay, I'll fix it as soon as possible :) Didn't mean to sound stubborn if I did.

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@Lady AmaltheaCan he still upstairs and risk finding the other in the hospital? He'd still want to get a better vantage point to scout, if that's possible?