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4 days ago
Current Got to talk to Terminator/Aliens Star Micheal Biehn today! I love comic cons.
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6 days ago
Well, my roommate is sick. Which means by tomorrow, I will be sick.
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9 days ago
Finally I have a free night tonight, which means posts!
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10 days ago
Slightly nervous but very excited! The episode I'm guest starring on for the Dungeoncast is up! Now about 5,000 people will have to endure my voice! (Link at the top of my profile)
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12 days ago
Gonna attempt to get out some posts tonight, peeps
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About Me








Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 28
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).






Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for a year, but it's growing!
  • I am currently working as a small time Author for Suntarynn Campaign setting, though the first story is still on its first draft. Will be published soon!
  • I am also the Character Artist and Script writer for a shitty game me and a few friends of mine are making.
  • Am going to be interviewed by the Dungeoncast at the end of June!




Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed leaves me going slower than most would)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P




Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I generally don't do full smut, though semi-smut and steamy scenes can be very fun, as long as they're for character/plot development.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!






Regular F.A.Q.


  • I am a site Mod, as you can see. Do not hesitate to PM me with any problems you have!
  • I love animals.
  • Favorite Fantasy Races are Dwarves and Lizardfolk. I don't hate Elves though I'll act like I do.
  • I do my best to be as kind and cordial as I can be! I realize everyone is flawed in some way, and I do my best to be understanding. I'm an idealist after all. Though if you push me past my limits, you'll find me rather redoubtable.
  • Favorite Disney Movie is Aladdin, with Hunchback and Mulan as second favorites! But I love all of the Renaissance era films.
  • I love meeting online friends at cons, and going to cons in general!
  • Favorite Color is red (as you might have noticed)
  • If you wish for my Steam/Blizzard Account/Xbox live account, PM me. Though I use the same username everywhere and if you send a request and I know you, I'll likely accept. I am available on the Offical Guild discord as a mod, and I am also available on Skype for people who wish for that info (and I trust you enough to give it)
  • I have a Tumblr and a writing/art reference Side Account.
  • I have a pinterest too! Lots of images I use for stories and roleplays!




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They turned east after hitting Puerto Rico, moving across through the trade winds of the Atlantic, the next day making it over Kenya and past the Persian gulf. They made good time thanks to Opportunity's flying skills. She kept exceeding Jame's expectations, and within a day and a half they had made it to Baghdad.

"When was the last time you were in the Cradle of Civilization?" Jack asked them, his callused hand holding one of the railings as he looked out the window. He had a stogy in his mouth, though at the insistence of both James and Opportunity (simultaneously) he hadn't been allowed to light it. "Eh, James?"

"Not for a year, but last I heard the situation's not changed." James called to him over the turbulence, the thin plating on the plane giving a constant thrum from the wind, sometimes even louder than the roaring engine. "The Brits still have troops over there 'helping' Ol' Faisal." James kept out of the local politics during archaeological digs, but for once this played in their favor. Despite the rampant Imperialism, the Brits did help the people of Iraq gain some form of independence, and say what you will about the British but they were no fans of Nazis.

"You sure this is the place?" Opportunity asked. They had flown straight over Baghdad. There was hardly a more beautiful city in the world. A place with architecture and people out of time, as if it hadn't changed since the 1430's. Save for the upgraded weaponry and british flag flying over the Haidar Khana Mosque, the tallest single building in the city. But that wasn't where they were going. Instead, there was an airfield 11 miles north of the city, near the Diyala River.

It was a barren stretch of land in the middle of patched hills of ferns and reeds. There was barely any indicator that this was a landing zone, save for a few flags from the Great War and bushes that framed the landing zone. Looked like the perfect place to land to remain incognito, save for the retinue of vehicles approaching from the south. "Friends of yours?" Opportunity asked Jack and James, and the two looked out to see british military vehicles making their way towards the LZ. Opportunity took the plane on a downward trajectory, lowing toward the airfield.

"What the hell are you doing?" James asked her.

"We're out of fuel. Let's hope we can silver tongue our way out of this one like you did with the detective." She said with a smirk.
@Penny
@InkarnateNever read any of the Dragonlance books.
Djaro felt the sudden thrill of the ancients within him as he pulled the trigger on his rifle, the smile growing on his lips. The cultist had felt he would have been afraid of risking his life in the name of the Great One, but it turns out that once the explosions erupted and the blood began to flow, he could feel the power of his God in his veins. Once the infidels were dead and they retrieved the tablets, it was only a matter of days before the summoning would begin.

"For the Serpent!" he cried in archaic Babylonian, the .30 caliber bullet he fired glancing off the rocks near the infidels head.

"Vshchch tzk tzmm'mmdk!" a voice replied from the beach. Djaro paused on the action of his Gewehr 98, wondering why someone would remark they were a mongoose. His contemplation only lasted as long as it took for James to rise out from behind the rocks and fire his pistol, his bullet ending Djaro's enlightenment and subsequently, life.

James, for his part, wasn't as keen to meet his creator and cursed again as another storm of bullets rattled against the rocks he clung to. Sand and smoke filled the air, and though James was adept at using his pistols for almost any situation...being assaulted on all sides by bullets and blades was a bit too chaotic for semi-automatic weaponry.

His eyes fell upon the fallen Tommy gun not 5 feet from his shoes, and he waited for the next volley of bullets and cascading sand before he leaped for the gun, a sword nearly decapitating him as he rolled. He only rolled over the Thompson, firing three rounds of his pistols into the chest of the lunatic with the shamshir before holstering them and grabbing the Tommy gun. He had never gotten to his feet quicker in his life, and just as he heard Opportunity screaming for them to make it to the plane, he uttered a stream of "shits" as he fired into the line of cultists still coming at them from the blocked street.

Suddenly, James fell forward after snagging his foot on what he believed was a rock, dropping his gun and filling his mouth with sand. He found out a moment later that a maniac with a whip had managed to snare his foot, and the next whip crack sliced onto his chest. It shocked his senses, but when the third came he yanked his arm out to get ensnared, then yanked hard on the whip to pitch the fool forward. Planing his feet on the maniac's chest, he sent him end over end to hit the sand even harder than James had fallen.

The plane sputtered to life just as he recovered the Thompson, and Jack killed three men on Jame's heels with quick gunwork as the archaeologist ran for his life, spraying anyone who got too close with bursts of Tommy gun fire. A flash from within the plane showed Opportunity was multi-tasking. He didn't have time to admire her skillset at the moment, and just as his feet hit the peir and sand was replaced with a timber dock, the plane began to move. Slowly.

James couldn't blame them. If the shouts and racket behind him was any indication, not being as far away from the shore as soon as possible was a death sentence. It didn't make him feel any more comfortable, however.

"Run James!" Jack called, keeping the door open despite the fire aimed their way. Even a knife flew past James to embed itself on the pier. Right when the plane left the pier and out into open water, James tossed his Tommy gun to Jack and then leaped, doing the only thing he could think to do. He lashed out with the whip, ensnaring one of the supports on the plane's wing with his right hand just as Jack grabbed his jacket with his left, the spray of the sea shooting up his nose as he was ever so slowly pulled aboard.

Jack and James looked extremely unkempt and beaten as they slid into the plane, soaked. James coughing onto the floor of the machine, trying to get his next words out. "What was that!?" he yelled at Opportunity.

"Hey, I knew you'd make it." She said, waving a hand. "I made sure to stay close enough for you to."

In his jarred mind, he wasn't sure if he should be insulted that she had nearly left him, or flattered she knew he could get out of such a tight spot. He looked at Jack, hair dripping. "What about you?"

Jack smiled. "I'd have left you as soon as the plane was prepped." he said, clapping James on the back.
@Penny
Roland instinctly squared his field and took a wide stance, almost kneeling to keep from being swept away by the spell of unseen force cast at he and Iseldis. Fortunately, his weight, armor, and stance kept him from being swept away. But Iseldis was tossed like a ragdoll, though to her credit she collected herself quickly. He wished he could count that as a blessing, but by the way that this Dark Elf spoke it was only going to prolong their suffering.

A Dark Elf! Here? There had been old folk rumors of small pockets of the dreadful people still alive far beneath the earth, but even had they been true, he never would have thought he would live to see one. She would almost be beautiful if not for her too-slender features and the spiderlegs protruding from her torso. Without a care to himself, he hefted his blade aloft. Such an unholy abomination should not be suffered to live!

"By Eruvar and Baelyr, I will kill you." He promised, his sword pointed at her neck. She cackled, and almost casually flipped her hand. A ball of fire coalesced before her, and erupted forth, spinning toward Roland. He cried out and rolled, his surcoat getting singed from the blast but otherwise he managed to dodge the sudden spell. With a growl, he charged her, thinking she would be easy prey in close quarters.

The squire did not count on the spiderlegs, however. Not only were they far stronger than the spindly limbs seemed, but they were razor sharp and one pierced his shoulder before he could reach her with his sword. Blood erupted from the wound and he screamed in pain as she laughed all the louder. Her hubris was short-lived, when his backstroke cut the leg that had stabbed him, and it was her turn to screech as Roland stumbled back, clutching the wound in his shoulder.

A few more inches, and it would have gone into his neck. "I'm ok, he said to Iseldis hoarsly, grimacing. His eyes didn't leave the fiendish fey, however. He clearly wanted to smite this dark elf without delay.

But could they survive the task?
@Luminosity

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1 hour of yours truly and the folks over at the Dungeoncast! It's finally here and released!
Jack leaped down a small incline, picking his way past the rocks dotting the sands as the other two followed. "Well... we had a feeling that we would need to be leaving the states sooner rather than later. James here has a knack for getting into trouble, much like you, Tuney." he said. He wasn't too old to be formidable, but he sounded like he was the guide to a few upjumped thrill seekers needing his expertise.

"Says the guy that got involved in Palestine over a coin toss?" James remarked back, smirking.

"Oi!" Jack shot back, giving him a look. "It was there or straight to the Balkands, mate. I think I lucked out on that toss." It seemed pretty obvious he was trying to convince himself as much as the other two, but James let it slide. He and Jack began rummaging through the equipment to make sure they had everything on hand before they packed up the rest of the supplies and tools. Opportunity had the chance to head straight to the plane and admire the craft.

"Sweet girl, glad to see her again." Jack told James as James checked the firing mechanism on the Tommy gun, shoving flares into his satchel. Jack spoke with a casual ease as he sheathed his long knife and took out some safety equipment for the plane, checking his bag to make sure he had the extra parachutes. "How'd a sucker like you end up with Percy's kid of all people?" he asked James, and that brought a raised eyebrow from the archaeologist in response.

"We didn't 'end up' together. She knew Roger."

"Student?"

"In a certain sense," James replied, making sure the utility bag was zipped up all the way, after having reassured himself they had all the maps, notes, and tablets sufficiently stored and protected with the sleeping fabric they'd likely be using if they needed to run while overseas. Jack turned back to look at Opportunity as the woman expertly checked under the rudder of the plane, looking more like a fish in water than even Jack.

"They grow up fast," Jack said, sighing. "Well, looks like-"

"Jack..." James began, freezing like a statue. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"What?" Jack responded, continuing to move through the baggage.

"You hear something?"

"That's not a personal question you cheeky-"

The two men felt a sudden burst of pressure, heat, and air as the V8 up the incline exploded seemingly at random. Bits of metal and debris shooting out or falling like feathers, depending on the trajectory. The passenger's side door launched like a throwing axe and embedded itself in the sand not two feet from James and Jack, smaller shrapnel ridding the plane's hide, though luckily it didn't look like anything had damaged the machine. Jack screamed a curse, and James just stared at aw, grabbing his mane of hair.

"My car!" the younger man screamed in horror, what was left of the beautiful vehicle was still hurtling towards the Chesapeake from the lower atmosphere. They had little time to contemplate what had happened, as the crack of gunfire and the ungullating yells of men from beyond the smoke materialized. Three figures wearing purple robes with belts of snake skin leaped with abandon from the upper rocks of the small beach, their heads wrapped in cloth and their eyes glazed with fanaticism.

James rolled backwards out of their reach, grabbing for the pistol in his boot when he righted himself. Just as he got the first shot off from his M1911, Jack had already spitted the first whip wielding man with his long knife, carving him up like a cake before dispatching the next one with similar ease. More poured out of the smoke, however. Some holding bolt action rifles while others sported more 'personal' weapons like curved swords.

"Got friends!?" Jack called.
@Penny

Tslee Dying:


Meanwhile, Dax:
Two things for you guys to do:

1. Restore order to the dining hall; eliminate Sylette, her vamps and frenzied guests. Risk: you may fall for the frenzy spell.
2. Go after Nyrehtaud and protect the monarchs; you'll need to defeat him and two gargoyles. Risk: you may have to fight through/convince confused guards along the way.

Also, Tsleeixth's sacrifice gives the rest of us the upper hand against Nyrehtaud. Please press F to pay respect to our lizard bro (and his homeboy Tmeip'r).


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@IcePezzI was thinking of the RL pirate lol, I'll edit.
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