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There are a few RPG books that are vying for my pick of "what I want to shamelessly ask for Christmas" since my family keeps asking me to choose a gift for myself.
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The Battle of Winwaed was fought 15 November 655, the Northumbrian victory ending three decades of regional dominance by the Mercian king! Happy 1364th anniversary, Battle of Winwaed!
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@Nobodyman: I'm sorry to hear about that. It happened to me last year and messed me up for awhile.


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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Amal had seen a lot of gold in his life (generally other's gold and not his), and yet it still gave him joy to see more of it everytime he did. The brass and silver would work wonders for his mood as well, and ontop of it all, he had a new ring! Enchanted or not, it was valuable and he was curious on what secrets it held. However, first thing was first. They had not eaten or supped drink other than river water for quite awhile now, and they needed to restock their packs.

"Gold and jewels make a fine background for a dinner over wine, yes?" He asked her in Riekspiel, his eyebrows wiggling.

He got to work on cutting the pork, finding silver plates in the pile to use. Despite the decorum of the rock, the crackling fire, and the distant sound of water, it felt positively high class. Amal even did away with his usual rougher eating habits (for the most part), though he did drink the Arak and what wine they found greedily. He poured his new friend of fortune a glass as well, and for a time they simply enjoyed the fire and the drink.

Soon they were laughing, Amal telling Emmaline some of the less reputable situations he had found himself in. The latest involving a naked Amal awakening atop the locked vault of a local official, having spent the time smoking Dohka with the guards and a few escorts, only to fall victim to the second hand smoke itself and unable to steal from the administrator of Al-Hiekk's finances. "Speaking of which," he said, producing his midwakh pipe. "Have you ever partaken?" He leaned in, his smile as taking as the treasure beside them.

"Don't worry, I only have a small bit of Dohka left," he assured her. "Neither of us will be waking up naked. At least, not without conscious consent." His grin was wide, and the wine must have gotten to her for she took a drag or two of the pipe, as Amal did as well. It gave a very nice mellow feeling to the night, the wine and Arak warm in their bellies. It was then Emmaline caught glimpse of her Cobra staff, the ruby eyes enchanting in the fire light.

She had decided it was time to inspect the staff to its fullest extent, and she was drawn in by the gaze of the item teasingly. For a moment, it was like pure lust, or perhaps goldfever. Her jaw went slack and her eyes glimmered with the ruby's shine, until she realized what was happening. The luster of the rubies had an enthralling quality, one that likely lead to enchanting those who didn't expect it.

Yet still she delved deeper, confident that she could control it once she was aware of the effects. Further she went, until the cobra's eyes had swallowed her up into a world of red and molten gold, and her body felt a thrill the likes of which she had only experienced in her most passionate moments of life. She did not know when it had happened, or how, but she was now herself a Cobra. A massive Cobra, deadly and sinuously beautiful all at once, coiling around an unknown sultan who begged for her forgiveness and her favor, in vain of course.

Gold, jewels, and whatever she desired began to flood below her massive form until she sat upon a mountain of wealth, power, and pleasures, and just as she reared back to strike the sultan with her fanged maw, there was a poof of smoke that enshrouded her eyes, and she was yanked out of the vision when she heard Amal cry "HEY!" A few head shakes later, she had found herself still looking into the staff, and behind the staff was a massive Ogre, holding Amal up by his vest. A massive beast with a fu-man chu covering his chin, and he looked to be missing one eye within a massive scar that left the orb milky white.

"Who the maw are you?" the Ogre reviled, menacingly. "You are not Achmed."

Amal only knew two things about Ogres. Both of them being common knowledge. They had voracious appetites, and they sold themselves as swords for hire the world over. Neither he could use to his advantage at the moment, so he slipped out of his vest by raising his arms, to land nimbly on the ground, shirtless and oiled with persperation from the fire and wine. "Hold, my friend..." Amal said, reaching behind his sash belt to his dagger, in only Emmaline's line of sight. He backed up slowly as he did so.

"They are all dead I am afraid, but that does not mean we cannot work something out..."
Neil had nearly hit an Algodade, one of the semi-aquatic giraffe like creatures that fed on both normal and underwater vegetation. Its head had popped up out of the water at just the wrong second, but Neil had managed to maneuver out of its way to keep himself from falling off, and from putting another damaged creature's life on his conscience. The maneuver sent him in a spin over a wave, impressively keeping his balance and landing to slide across the following tide toward the shallows.

Indra and her parents gave an applause, even her father seemed somewhat approving of his agility. Neil was just glad he still had it in him, though his happiness would be short lived when he saw Sayeeda poking at Saxon's arm, a curiosity evident in her eyes.

"What does your language sound like? I never asked," the Captain said with interest. Taya, having grown tired of tanning, had gone over to speak to Indra, taking her attention for the moment. Saxon's neck glowed a faded red, and his dewlap extended. Neil knew far more about Hexanagallions than most people, and it didn't sit well with him. She might as well have an extended dewlap neck too by the way she smiled.

None of my business though, he thought, trying to walk past them.

Goddamn, this was a big beach. Goddamn, he wished there was WIND, so he didn't have to listen to it.

Saxon began to do what could best be described as a warbling call that banged at the eardrums of anyone within 2 dozen yards, of which Neil was in the blast radius. Somehow, Sayeeda didn't seem to mind other than give a small wince. "Interesting...and what's your home planet like?"

Neil turned, unable to handle the rest. But he continued, describing the tropical wetland of a world his species evolved on. The world was evidently high gravity and filled with monstrous beasts, where only the strong survive.

He decided to walk away when Saxon began describing his early life. He'd read it all before, and he didn't like the gleam in Sayeeda's eye, though she did well to look at Neil when he wasn't looking to make sure he was in ear shot, until he wasn't.

Yep, since I have been messaged about the thread by multiple people and read through some of it, let's not call one another names, be unreasonably snarky (or snarky at all for a bit), and be a bit more civil. Nothing overt happened, but let's tone it down plz.
Roland had a small cut from the draugr on his left cheekbone, having been roughly wiped for blood after they had dragged the bodies into their cell again. He didn't know if it was fortunate or not that there was nothing else alive in the other cells, or at least nothing else they could tell to be. Just take it as it came, that's what his Chapter master has always taught him. He was just behind Iseldis when she spoke to him, and he gave a nod.

"I say we go forward." He told her, and he took point, holding one of the draugr's swords. The blade was heavy, which suited him. He planned on using it to bash as well as cut through anything that came into his way if he needed to.

He let a foot down into the room, encrusted rust and dust breaking on his weight as he did do. There was no crack or crunch, but he still felt as if every step was audible to his ears. He still wasn't sure how Draugr's ears or hearing worked, but so far it seemed close to human.

Stepping in, they passed back the first set of coffins. The Draugr didn't have closed eyes, but the glow was softer. He also felt this room was unnaturally cold. Far too cold without any ice to make it so. He hid a sigh, and continued on until suddenly, a Draugr popped up from behind a coffin! It was the one he was passing, and it's hands were on his neck before he realized what was happening. Roland sputtered, but did his best to make no noise as he tried to wrench the hands off of his throat.

With a burst of strength, he pushed the Draugr back and the thing stumbled. Roland sucked in sweet oxygen, and then drove his sword through the thing before it could give a wail, placing a hand over its mouth as the magic that had kept it animated seeped out of its body. He felt adrenaline and fear pulsing through him, and looked to see if Iseldis was ok at the moment. By Eruvar, that was far too close.

The breathing in the other room was now louder, and there was a bass to it that sent shudders through Roland. But it was even and monotonous, and if he was correct in his guess, it meant that whatever it was, was asleep.
@Hammerman@RWBY Spectre
You do not enter an interest check to heckle or be rude. You enter to show interest. Do not act in such a way again.
Neil had been taken to a large dressing room, where Indra clapped and over a dozen servants took his measurements, washed his hair, and put swimming trunks on him, all at the same time miraculously. His bride-to-be waited outside for him, the servants hustling to please her as much as anything, regardless of how they handled Neil.

He was practically shoved out of the dressing room, but as per his style, he had managed to grab a pair of sunglasses off a rack. Indra placed her hands together, delighted at how he looked. Neil was delighted at how she looked too, in her two piece red bikini with a translucent sarong around her ample hips. He wished he could enjoy it more, but he still had last night in his head.

"Let's go," she said, grabbing his hand. "I want to show you the beach."

"Whoa whoa, wait wait," he said to her, keeping grounded. She looked back at him, confused and curious.

"You do know your parents want me to marry you, right?"

"Yes...?" she said.

"That's not our custom on my planet, so...we should take it slow. Ok?" he asked her, gauging her reaction. She seemed to sober, looking down and nodding. She pulled him to the side of the hall, looking around. "Look, Neil...my father needs me to be married. I suggested you because, well I like you. I like you, and you wouldn't use me...would you?"

Neil sighed. "No, I wouldn't."

Indra smiled. "Let's go. You'll relax more on the beach."

Spoiler warning, he did not relax more on the beach. Rather, seeing Sayeeda flirting with Saxon had his blood boiling, though he tried not to show it as Indra showed him to her parents and walked him up and down the beach. The worst part, other than the obvious, was that if this was any other time he would be enjoying her company. What's more, he had a feeling that Junebug knew she was annoying him, and he knew he needed to get some energy out.

"Do you guys surf?" Neil asked Indra when they sat down next to her parents. Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Surf?"

"Yeah like, ride the waves on a board?"

"Waveboarding?" Indra asked, and Neil theorized it had to be the same thing. "That sounds right. Do you guys have a board?" Neil used to be one of the best surfers among his group of friends back on Fortus. It was his natural agility and his lack of self preservation that really helped him on the waves. Indra seemed ecstatic to watch him surf, and once he got a board it took him no time to make it to the water. To think, 10 days ago he was on a desert planet thinking he would never want to see the sand again. and now he was running across the sand to leap into the ocean.
Amal yanked his knife out of the second man, but he had seen the third one die from her staff. He had to agree with Emmaline's sentiment, his eyes wide in shock at the transforming object. "Whoa, yes..." he breathed, dropping the newly dead corpse and walking over to the sorceress, who held her staff gingerly.

Slowly, he reached toward the staff, and then swiftly poked the cobra head. Amal jumped back and Emmaline flinched, but nothing happened. They breathed easier, relaxing for a brief moment.

Suddenly a hand grabbed Emmaline's ankle, and she squealed in surprise and fright. The man wasn't quite dead it seemed, sweating profusely as foam continued to pour out of his throat, though another shudder and he was dead. Amal wanted to make sure, and he knelt down and slit his throat carefully. Foam seeped out of the wound, ebbing slowly.

After taking a moment to make certain there would be no more surprises, Amal placed a hand on Emmaline's back and guided her to turn around. "Let us look at something more pleasant, eh?" he said in broken Reikspeil.

Fire danced upon the heaped loot and treasure, glinting off their respective eyes. What was almost as delectable was the cooking food above the fire. It looked like roast that needed to be spun, and unopened bottles of Arak were placed atop the gathered chests and crates. The cutthroat let Emmaline take a look and handle the food for a moment while he went to check the potential exit/entrances.

The cavern extended three different ways out of the cavern they were in, and upon further inspection he found one turned back around to the river, which was likely where they gained their fresh water. The next led deeper into an unknown cavern, and Amal stopped a hundred meters in, as he was running out of light and found no end. The middle was an exit to the plateau overlooking the road. An easy way to spy on merchants and pilgrims.

He made his way back in to see Emmaline, finding her trying to unlock one of the chests after having turned the pork. Amal made his way silently behind her, and it was impossible to detect him until his lips were next to her ear. "Having difficulty?" he asked, knowing he could pick whatever lock she needed.
Neil had walked out of the room, his mind abuzz with if he had said the right thing or the wrong thing. Of course he had said and done the wrong thing. When had he ever actually said the right thing when it was important? All he knew how to do was bullshit. He made it out of the door, and once he closed it, he leaned on it heavily and even slid down it to plop onto the floor. Rubbing his eyes, he groaned.

Why did he have to obsess over things? Particularly things he was regretful about. "Look, you did it because she didn't want you to mess up the deal. Don't fuck this up. You made the right call." He told himself, but he knew he didn't believe it. Junebug was wanting him to disagree with her and he rolled right over because he thought it was what she wanted. "Don't focus on this shit, just get up and go back to bed, idiot."

"Beg pardon?"

Neil jerked, looking like a stray dog that had been kicked out of the front door, his hair wild from running his hands through it. The servant who had found him looked at him skeptically, and they both looked at the doorknob. Neil blinked. "I uh, I can't get into my room." He lied, and the servant took the bait, replying with. "That is because this isn't yours, Master Edwards. Yours is down the hall and to the left. Allow me to escort you."

"Thanks," he said, getting to his feet.

Neil sleep was troubled, having dreams he never would have gotten, even in Hyperspace. For some reason, changing realities wasn't hard on his brain but fucking up with a girl he...liked? Loved? It messed with him. His dreams switched between Junebug ordering his expulsion from the Highlander to having her order Saxon to kill him, and while realistically he knew neither would ever happen, it didn't make his subconscious any more comfortable.

He woke up to the sun suddenly streaming through his window, and the covers were pulled off of him as a soothing voice said "wake up, sleepy head."

He opened his eye, and saw Indra there, as beautiful as another 3 hours of sleep, wearing a simple white top and form fitting breeches. She poked his nose. "Come on, we have breakfast ready and then we're going to the beach." She said, pulling at his arm. He had almost forgot he was shirtless and his hair even wilder than it had been last night. "I'm so excited to show you all around the island. Let's go!"

He felt like he was in one of Taya's melodrama Vidcasts.
Neil's high society handbook, post marriage
Hours later
Markus had found himself languishing elsewhere, though in a similarly chained way as Calliope, and likely the rest of the crew. As it stood, he had no idea where anyone else was. The fiends had knocked him out promptly, realizing keeping him conscious was far too dangerous with most of his crew still alive to follow his orders, so they decided not to risk it. Now, chained and ragged, he could barely see the outlines of the room he was in, the only light a small, soft glow beneath the door to his particularly dungeon cell. He didn't need his eyes to know this room was rank and dirty.

The door suddenly opening blurred his vision, but he refused to look away. He'd probably received a small concussion from the blow to the head, which was just the cherry on top of this entire scenario. Inside stepped an impressively built man, though his face was piggish and barbaric, with a large yet fuzz thin mustache drooping from his upper lip. His red sash tied around his belt was the only thing he was clad in above the waist, as he wore no shirt and only a hint of studded gold across his scarred body. He was flanked by two burly corsairs.

"So, you are the Captain, yes?" he asked him. "No?"

"I am." Markus said. He didn't exactly feel cooperative, but it wasn't exactly a secret either, so why not acknowledge it? The man grinned, showing filed, pointed canines.

"I am Mahal-Sabim, the King of the Blood Axe, and you've given me no end of trouble." The brute said. "Even acquiring your ship, five of mine are destroyed. Was it the woman that brought the great shadow from the sky? No matter, even before that, you had destroyed two of my ships and that cannot be allowed to go unpunished. If only you had come to me earlier, you might have been inducted into our ranks. But as it stands, I must gouge out your eyes and feed them to the birds, before I take your heart."

"I would have expected something more creative." Markus said dryly, and he received a kick to the chin for speaking out, driving all thoughts from his head for a moment as he tried to collect his thoughts, and he made sure he hadn't bitten his tongue off. The man continued. "Your crew is alive, but only so they can watch you die from below. Your death will be our entertainment. And the woman? I will keep her for my own pleasures."

Good luck, Markus thought. Even if everything he said came true, Calliope would find a way to cut this one's neck at some point. "When are you sentencing me? Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Now," Mahal said.

"If I'm dying now, answer me this-... How did you know we were waiting for you?"

"Ah, a mystery eh? The Vizier is my friend in high places, you might say. It seemed you meddled too much in both mine and his affairs. Too bad for you. Now, take him" he ordered his two corsairs, and they grinned nastily as they waded past their leader, hands reaching out to unlock his chains and drag him off.

"Come on, pretty man." One said, mockingly.
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