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The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

Will post this night

Rites Of Passage (a High Fantasy/Forgotten Realms Adventure)

Lmao. Well I'm a big fan of Forgotten Realms. I've read like...30 FR books 3 times over and love the lore soooo...

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Jedi Templar (ACCEPTING)

I might be wanting to throw my hat into the ring here^^

I'm back - with a cyberpunk conspiracy interest check!

Interested, if I have time.

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

Gray and dreary, just as it always was this far north. Something Rausen had figured he'd have gotten used to by now. Of course, getting used to something and enjoying something were entirely different things, so perhaps he was thinking of it the wrong way. His travels the past year or two had strengthened his weakened and fresh constitution into something a bit more seasoned. Not nearly enough, he told himself. Out here, there was no telling what the dirt stained street rats or the quarreling nobles would do to a man who looked fairly well off.

Despite not being entirely downtrodden, he had begun to look the part of a vagabond. He had teleported some days earlier into the forest opposite of Novigrad, but saw the beggars and cutthroats long before the gray enshrouded city walls came into view. More than one lanky and half starved man looked at him with either contempt of open hunger for his coin purse, but the sword at his side and the way he carried himself were enough to deter any would be attacks. That is, if he kept moving.

So he did, and soon enough he found himself approaching the Seven Cats, judging from the sign hanging out front. He halted for a moment, seeing one odd man leaving and an even more curious man walking in. A hint of yellow he thought he saw in the latters eyes. He would need to take a closer look, but wherever a Witcher was, there was bound to be violence. He let out a breath, and strode forward with a determination, doing his best to kick his muddied boots before entering the screeching and boisterous inn. Perhaps he was here for the same reason Rausen was. T'was logical, after all.

Scanning around, Raus could tell this place was the quintessential northern tavern. Full of grime, but still better than being outside. One man sitting beside him gave him a gap toothed smile. Raus simply looked back at him, giving a small nod before striding forward. "One for me, miss." he told the serving wench as she passed him by. She snorted and shook her head. "Aye" was all the response he got, and he shrugged. Gazing at the two Witchers, for that is what they had to be, he approached them just as they were about to converse. "So, what's a Witcher doing around these parts." he heard one say, and spoke up as he stepped forward. "I was about to ask that very question."

New folk decided to jump in

@KejmurYou got a matter of fact way about you. I respect that. Good to meet you, my friend.

The Fall of Lordaeron [Warcraft RP]

Shit, you post just as I was about to go to bed lol. Still, w00t! LET'S DO THIS

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

Work in Progress

Appearance:
Name: Kel'hidon Dalduin
Age: 1'890
Aspect: Striking Scorpions
Equipment:

• Striking Scorpion Armor: The Aspect Armour of the Striking Scorpions is similar in construction to that of other Aspect Shrines, but incorporates heavier, rigid armour plating for increased protection. While the extra weight of their Aspect Armour means Striking Scorpions are not as swift as their Howling Banshee counterparts, the protection it provides is such that even Bolters are virtually useless against them, requiring concentrated fire from multiple weapons in order to bring down a Striking Scorpions warrior. The Spirit Stone is located on his breast where his heart would be. A standard Striking Scorpions warrior helmet is distinctively tall and swept back and incorporates a pair of weapon pods positioned and shaped much like the mandibles of a scorpion. Each pod houses a mandible blaster, or Mandiblaster, a unique and deadly device also known as the Sting of the Scorpion. The Mandiblaster is an extremely short range weapon, useful only at a distance of a foot or so, but highly effective as a first-strike weapon which can be used to disorient or kill an opponent before combat is joined.
• Scorpion Oex Pattern Chainsword: A terrible blade with diamond-toothed edges that mangle and tear flesh and cut through armor with relative ease.
• Shuriken Pistol: Deadly short ranged weapon that fires miniature shurikens that rip enemies to pieces within seconds.

Psyker Powers: Destructor: Psychic blast of lightning-like energy.
Personality: Kel's personality is a curious combination of tranquil intensity and fiery passion. He feels as if he can express himself better during combat than with words during peace times. He does his best to be respectful to his fellow Eldar and to keep his emotions in check. But at his core is an anger at how far his race has fallen, and at how their enemies dare encroach upon his people's last remnants. He often remains quiet when among his kin, speaking mostly when on mission and preferring not to socialize. If he were human, many would say he'd be 'married to the job.' His aspect is his life now, and focusing on anything else would be an insult to what he has dedicated himself to. This passion for justice has led him to be extremely thorough in his training, and often leads to the previously silent Striking Scorpion to suddenly spout out blunt and unrelenting facts about how one should perceive life or a certain situation. He'll chastise himself on such manner of speaking later, for he knows that his fellow Eldar are the only friends he has in this galaxy. He finds solace when he commits acts of violence, leading him to revel in the slaughter of his enemies. Not in a bloodthirsty sense per say. But he finds no greater feeling of satisfaction than when his sword impales an Ork or Chaos spawn. He'll feel a sense of peace when his shuriken gun slices through an Imperial soldier's armor like a hot knife through butter.
His training as a Striking Scorpion had given him much patience and a more calm, serene mind than what he previously had in his youth. He had never been outspoken, always an old soul. But he was prone to upfront actions, which had to be culled in order to succeed in this elite group of warriors. To enact such swift death to his foes was worth learning on how to wait for the exact moment to strike.
Bio: Kel'hidon Dalduin has ever been upon the path of the warrior. Nearly 2 thousand years ago, he was born into a rare family of Eldar, for he was the oldest of three brothers. Some saw it as a sign of an ill omen for them to sire no female Eldar, but they grew up fine for the first few centuries. Initially, Kel'hidon sought the path of the Scholar and historian, learning and becoming enthralled with the tales of Eldar heroism from ages past. The War in Heaven and the Fall of the Eldar Gods were his favorite tales as a youth. As he gained more in maturity, he began to wonder and ask questions, needing answers on why his people were in such craftworlds. He delved further and heard of the Fall of their Empire and the more minute details of the Cataclysm caused by Slaneesh. It was on this path to becoming a scholar he decided that he wouldn't read of such deeds. He would perfom them. Be apart of the legends. His race was dwindling and his people scattered. They needed all of the fierce warriors they could get. Becoming the Scholar thrust his heart into that of a Warrior. During his intial training, he began to feel stirrings within his mind and body, and was tested for Psychic abilities. He found he had a knack for it, and could summon up devastating psychic blasts at will. As the years went by and his training both in combat and psychic powers began to increase, he had a small feeling in his breast that perhaps one day he could join the ranks of the Warlocks. He had always wanted to wield their fabled Witch spears.
He began his path as a Dire Avenger, fighting Imperial troops and Tyranids upon one of the outer territories in the Galaxy, preserving offworld Eldar excavations and later defending his craftworld, fighting alongside his fellow Eldar Guardians. He spent 4 centuries as one, fighting on the frontlines and gaining a particularly noteworthy kill by slaying a Tyrant Guard by cutting a hole through it with his power sword, before blowing its insides out with his pistol. This led to the exposure of the Hive Tyrant which became bombarded by his soon to be comrades of the Dark Reapers. Due to his large and muscled stature (for an Eldar), Kel was well suited to follow the path of the Dark Reaper, hauling the large weaponry with surprising ease. This weapon wrought upon devastating destruction on a grandscale, though he admitted he would be a bit more satisfied if he could enter into melee combat. He got his wish when Tyranids attacked once more, and he had to crush more than a few swarm creatures with the butt of his weapon on one dark day. He and his team managed to take down a team of Chaos Dreadnaughts on a particularly harsh mission when their system was attacked. Hellfire and Demons rained from the sky, but they held their ground, pounding their weapons against their hellish engines of war, decimating them for the glory of the Craftworld. They even wounded a bloodthirster, before it was brought down by a contingent of Wraithguard walkers. It was over 900 years ago that he began this path he has chosen now, and he has stayed ever since. For the Striking Scorpion had called to him in his heart, and there was no denying it. He'd found the most success and satisfaction in this path, taking down Chaos Space Marines in single combat. Outmaneuvering Orks and even their Dark Kin, the Dark Eldar, appearing out of the shadows and slaying them with swift strikes. Kel'Hidon had even killed an Ork Warboss at one point, Gorbag the Everhulk. Ready for duty as always, Kel'Hidon will answer the call to help his Craftworld.
Other: (Things I didn’t list? I think this is obvious)
ThemeSong: Hated You From Hello

A Wild Hunt (a Witcher RP) - [High-Casual]

I will post shortly, or in the morning.

Conspiracy-Closed

Red Strike (Ro'Kun)

After Ro'Kun had eaten a hardy meal, he decided it would be best to just...eat again. So he did. Afterwards, he didn't exactly know what to do. So as any kid from the 20th and 21st centuries, he decided to head to the lounge and watch TV until his brain rotted away and he his eyes gave out. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, something blocked his way. Something he never would have thought would be a hindrance to him and bad reality TV. 3 hot women arguing.

This was no fantasy however. They weren't arguing over him and he wasn't riding on any magic carpet, so it must be real. Red Strike approached the dangerous family reunion with a wariness, listening in as best he could before interrupting. "Tia? Shiv?" he asked them uneasily, hands in his pockets and his face incredulous. "Is there a reason you're going to fight Wicked, and do you need any help? I kinda kick ass, as you may have noticed."

@Wick