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The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

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Blades of the Blood Coast

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There's Always a Price: Sci Fi Bounty Hunters

Jocasta smiled a practiced professional smile and was about to open her mouth when an alarm began to blink in the optics being projected into her eyes. She twitched her right eye, remoting in the view from the alarms source, one of three small drones she had deployed to provide aerial cover of the settlement and its environs.

"Six skimmers are approaching at high speed from the south east," Jocasta supplied a few moments before the whine of overheating engines whined up out of the hot desert air.

"Its the rest of Chalnarc's gang, probably coming to help... rather too late for him I suppose, but I doubt it will stop them from killing us," she reported as she picked up Chalnarc's legs and shoved them into the back of the transport with practiced efficiency.

"I have a Valkyrie attack boat hidden in one of the arroyos three clicks south, which means reaching it probably means fancy flying, or shooting, or both."

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Emmaline watched as cannonballs whipped through the screen of smoke. Geysers of spray gouted where the balls struck empty sea. The Hammer's guns had already fallen silent, nothing but the swivel guns would now bear and there was no point in wasting shot. Suddenly Emmaline felt a prickle across her skin. Von Roberts was no fool, he had hired a mage to counteract her supposed power. Which would have been wise if she had any power to speak of. Markus stiffened too, his magical proclivities warning him of the magical gaze as well.

"He is going to..." Emmaline began and then snapped a series of arcane syllables. A ball of fire tore through the curtain of smoke towards the Hammer. Emmaline only just managed to squeak a counterspell, the fireball bursting twenty feet short of the ship. She staggered from magical backlash scarcely able to keep her feet. Already she could feel a second spell building. More cannon fire whipped through the screen of fog, still blind but more accurate for following the wizard's fireball.

A second ball of fire, bigger than the first screamed through the curtain of fog. Emmaline caught it with a counterspell, faster this time but weaker as she was driven to her knees.

"They are going to burn us, bring us about..." Markus began but Emmaline pulled herself to her feet, gripping Markus' belt.

"No, I have an idea, we just need to bring one gun to bear," Emmaline whined weakly. Markus looked dubious but turned to Morgan.

"Helm over three points, gun captain's hold your fire till my command."

Emmaline pushed herself to her feet and half staggered down onto the gun deck. Smoke roiled and swirled as the crew frantically sponged and loaded the guns.

"Which one?" Emmaline demanded but Markus grabbed her and physically carried her over to the rear most gun carriage. Emmaline flung herself onto the gun, gripping the cannons barrel, still warm from firing and chanting her spell. Golden light began to spark and glow around the gun. She reached out, finding the track the last fireball had made.

"Fire!" Emmaline commanded, hugging the gun. The gun captain, one of the sailors who had come aboard with Emmaline, hesitated. Markus shoved the boy aside, siezed the slow match and touched it to the cannon. The gun thundered and leaped back, blotting out Emmaline's scream. There was a huge cloud of powder smoke glittering with motes of golden light.

Two hundred yards away on the deck of the Sea Drake, Kamal Al'Azred was about to send another blast of fire to obliterate the petty mageling on the deck of the Hammer. So confident was he in his impending victory that he never felt the subtle spell Emmaline had crafted. He never had any inkling of danger until a cannon ball shattered the tafrail three feet infront of him, quilling him with a thousand splinters of wood some as long as a mans forearm. The wizard collapsed to the deck, gurgling blood and rolling in his death theros. Unfortunately for the crew of the Hammer, the body of Kamal Al'Azred shielded Von Roberts from the storm of splinters.

"Got him," Emmaline said as she picked herself up off the deck. The blast had thrown her free of the cannon with some considerable force, the impact tearing her tunic open. She came rather unsteadily to her feet, grinning proudly. Markus' smirked back eyes flicking down to her considerable exposed bosom. She pulled her dress half heartedly closed.

By the time the Sea Drake broke though Sketti's wall of fog the Hammer was almost a league distant, running down the coast with sails set. The big square rig ship tried to follow, but it was a simple matter of sail plan. The Hammer could get within 40 degrees of the southerly wind that warped along the coast, the Sea Drake couldn't manage closer than sixty. Their courses slowly beginning to diverge as the afternoon wore on. Just before dark the look outs shouted that the Sea Drake was bearing off.

"Is he giving up?" Emmaline asked. Markus close his telescope with a snap.

"Sort of," he admitted, wiping his brow with a coat sleeve.

"He knows he cant close on us like this, so his only option is to tack out to sea, and hope to get ahead of us. He also knows that as soon as he does, we can cut out to sea, turn back and take the soldiers wind back north. He has to hope he outguesses me and catches us during the night."

Blades of the Blood Coast

Character Information

Character Sheet Template

Emmaline Von Morganstern

Human | 23 | Female

Appearance

Of medium height with bright yellow blonde hair Emmaline is the picture of Andrean womanhood. Statuesque, with pale blue eyes and a dimpled smile, she has an open face which gives the onlooker the impression that she hasn't a brain in her head.

Personality

Emmaline is friendly and lighthearted, so long as that suits her. The somewhat flighty exterior conceals her deep self absorbtion and hedonistic self indulgence. She is clever and inciteful but fundamentally too lazy to put in the work that would allow her to capitalize on her (well concealed) virtues.

Background

• Swindler
• Acolyte
• Middle class, though she passes herself off as upper class. Emmaline's father was a potter and her mother a milliner. They raised their pretty daughter with the hopes of marrying her into the lower aristocracy, so she does have a smattering of class.

History (Optional)

Raised to make an advantageous marriage Emmaline rebelled against her parent's early on and fled to the dangerous streets of the city. Once there she rapidly fell in with underworld element. She worked as a dancer and actress before being taken under the wing of a notorious con-artist who used her charms to pull confidence scams and to case the homes of rich admirers.

During one of these cons Emmaline became involved with a particularly debauched nobleman who dabbled in black magic. Believing it to be a bunch of simple tricks and nonsense Emmaline went ahead with the con. It was a red flag when she found herself naked and tied in an arcane circle, but it was rather too late at that point. The nobleman, the Black Count, wanted to use Emmaline as a sacrifice in a ritual. She was drugged with wine infused with dark magics, and as she struggled to get free, watching the knife come down a voice sounded in her head. Emmaline had never heard of Zagonath the Whisperer, but when he spoke to her she used the words he provided, striking her captor dead. Unfortunately Zagonath was less forth coming on how to escape from her bonds, and she was still bound up when the guards broke down the door and arrested everyone in the house.

Despite her protestation of innocence, the Temple Court found that Emmaline had been touched by dark magic. It was also clear that it had been involuntary, and after weeks of debate a compromise was struck. Rather than being burned she sent into exile with nothing but the clothes on her back. Actually they had to provide the clothes, but the metaphor stands.

Reason for Exile
Passing false coins, petty theft, fraud, prostitution, consorting with ye olde powers of darkness.

Motivation
Safety. Emmaline is fundamentally fearful and seeking some kind of sanctuary. Through her own foolishness she dabbled in dark powers that she doesn't understand or know how to control. Having spent her entire life in Andraad, she now finds herself in exile and alone.

Capabilities

Attributes
You've 9 to choose from. Once you do, put them in the correct area.
Combat

Intelligence

• Literacy

Charisma

• Charm
• Deception
• Seduction

Health

Faculties

Agility

• Pick pocket
• Sneak

Mysticism [0/1]

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Sorcery....

Equipment

You will leave this blank, since you are a prisoner.

Money

For simplicity's sake, we're doing 3 types of coinage. Royals (Gold), Lordlings (Silver), and Commons (Copper). They each measure 20 of the previous coinage. 20 Lordlings makes a Royal and 20 Commons makes a Lordling. You have no money as of yet.

Languages

You know one language. If you added Linguistics as a stat, you can speak an extra language beyond your native tongue.

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Character Relationships

Your characters have only known one another for the week it has taken to move your wagon through the Inner Kingdoms, with only a marginal time to speak. This is where you put your initial thoughts of each character, and you edit these as their opinions change. This also includes the Merc NPC.

Character Name

Character Name

Character Name

Character Name

Character Name

Blades of the Blood Coast

@POOHEAD189 Is there a list of skills or are we just making it up as we go along?

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Blades of the Blood Coast: A Grimdark Mercenary Roleplay

@POOHEAD189

I vote we change the setting to Sci-fi/Space, and we are an academic survey team instead of mercenaries.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189

What the James is going on here?!

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189
I saw it like that too hah!

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