POOHEAD189

Warhammer 40k: Trapped Craftworld (A High Casual RP)

I am a big fan of WH40K but I am going to wait a bit before making my CS because I want to use other sheets as references, since I am a tad unfamiliar with the Eldar since I have not read their novels yet (ironic, seeing as they are my best DoW 2 faction).

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Honestly, I really really reeeeaaaallly want Sketti to bash his brains in. But he's eating (semi) calmly at the moment. What would the Hobbie do to get him to go over and kill him? (not that it needs to be something drastic for Sketti to have an excuse)

Also @Kingfisher we'll miss ya bud

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Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Red Strike grabbed all of his food, very glad he'd wrapped it all up beforehand. "I guess I don't blame you." he said uneasily. He would have kicked any man's ass who messed with his noms, but this was a once in a lifetime thing. For Omega's sake, he hoped so. "He's right though, I'm sure she'd keep things under wraps. Anyway, want something to eat? It's good to keep your strength up."

He handed her a sandwich and a soda, smiling. He then picked her up and set her on the bed again, making sure she was comfortable first. "How long are you usually out of commission for?" he asked curiously, taking a seat across from her and folding his arms, head tilted.
@FunnyGuy@Wick

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Greeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen is best

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Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Ro'kun had gone to work out, lifting 4 times his body weight as a light warm up. He performed flips, practiced his kung fu, and managed to break a sweat. He decided to grab a small snack, and balance it on both hands before making his way back to his room to see if Shiver needed anything. He kicked the door open, sandwiches, burgers, hot dogs, soda, and water bottles in his arms and hands. "HONEY I'M HOOOOoooooo....oome...hey Omega."
@Wick@FunnyGuy

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@Wickis shiver in Ro'kun's room?

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accurate to my character

Fabula Elysia - Medieval Fantasy Nationgame

@Lauderfear not blood brother. Best frans 4 lyfe

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Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

Well this was going to be awkward. He always slept with his shirt off. Well...might as well go balls deep, he told himself. WAIT. THAT WAS NOT A GOOD EXPRESSION. He did his kung fu breathing exercises, and took his shirt off and slipped into the bed, making himself comfortable and feeling her warm body next to his. He put his hands behind his head and did his best to think about things like baseball and video games. He grinned though. Laying like this, it looked like they just got done with a good night. Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, eyes growing heavier and heavier.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

The scrawny manling butler tried to calm him down, but it would have taken more than that to calm Sketti. That is, until the tension was broken with the Halfling striding in casually, straight past Sketti's vision and making his way over to the food. Ah, the food. Smelled good, it did. He was surprised he'd not noticed it beforehand. Still, what in Grungni's name was a moot boy doing here?

Walking in behind the Halfling was that lass he must have heard moments ago. She sashayed her way towards the table and sat down, grabbing an apple to eat. He almost laughed, though not out of any sort of mocking. He hadn't met many manling women who had the sack to make their living fighting. This one might be twiggy and strut around like a peacock, but hey, might make for an interesting mix with these other...

He glared at the greenskins again. He supposed he could...not kill them...yet. It irked him beyond belief, and he was the tolerant one of his race! Grumbling, he sheathed his axe and stomped over to the table, deciding to just pretend the grobi weren't there. "Oi lass." he said, plopping his fat rump and stout body onto the chair next to her. He rubbed his meaty hands together, and then decided to dig in, grabbing two large chicken drumsticks and chomping into one, tearing the skin and meat off.

As he chomped, one could argue there was some bone crunching in his mouth as well. He took a swig of ale, and belched loudly. "Pardon me" he said, dabbing his mouth with his beard. "So! Is the manling lordling going tae show up or are we wasting our time here?" he asked loudly, then leaned over to Biancca and did his best to whisper, though it was still fairly audible, only a bit raspy. "I hear he's a looney."