POOHEAD189

Dragon Age: The Black Warden (closed)

"Nothing to lose? I doubt you've got a very good angle my stout friend but I can assure you I have a very handsome face on me, a face that gets me a lot of attention from the ladies when combined with my winning demeanor. To say I have nothing to lose if this pretty killer here cuts my gonads off is like saying you Dwarves have nothing to lose if someone introduces your people to shaving razors! I do say my good man, I am hurt." the man replied to Garlenn's remark. The Dwarf shrugged and sighed. "Guess we got a real class act here. And here I was thinking I'd be alone in that regard." he replied wryly. Hefting his axe and setting it upon his shoulder, he turned casually to the new members of the group approaching.

He gave a toothy grin and a wink to Asyth, before his face twisting in confusion at her less than excited facial expression. Huh... He looked past her and saw an Elf and a horn boy walking up to speak to the Knightly lady. Seems the gang was all here, or so he believed to be the case. Judging by the variety of the ragtag bunch of misfits gathering around now, perhaps they'd invite a Genlock next to heal the party when wounded? He huffed at the inner sarcasm.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

I love how our team now consists of a Saucy and dangerously attractive woman, a hilarious and opportunistic greenskin, and a Dwarf Slayer with one arm that loves explosions so much that calling him a pyromaniac would be an understatement.

@Culluket@Austronaut@Jbcool

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Beren's fists were out and face as hard as stone, staring at the next man with the audacity to continue this farce and come at him. But he was called off. They all were it seemed. The men filtered away into the night, casting looks of fear and anger at Brand's adopted children as they did so. Beren simply drew himself up, placed his palms together, and breathed deeply.

He approached Keira and gave a small bow. "You did good." he said, his tone as familiar as a family member. The young man looked around the room, drawing in more calming breaths as he did so. It was only right for them to spare whom they could, just as it was right for them to fight for what they believed in. Brand would want justice enacted, but not wanton violence.

He went over to gather his things, strapping them to his chest and sash belt before making his way over to the others once again. Brown eyes ready and steeled, with a tenderness behind them for those that looked closely. "I can pray for him." he spoke up. "If we hold a small service, that is. Though I suspect we'll all pay our respects in our own way."

@Flagg@Naril@R31GN@Gunther@Airbender@POOHEAD189@NickTrano

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

I'll post within an hour, unless you go ahead and do your GM thing. Just letting you know I've been busy but I can now. @HeySeuss

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@RawkI was going to leave it up to you, tbh. It's why I made it vague. I didnt want to godmod that I got the jump on you, since you were sneaking around the ship,

Star Wars: A New Beginning

The last two inspector Troopers shivered ever so slightly as they awaited whatever was to come out of that hallway they held. Guns out and fingers itching to pull the trigger, they waited what seemed like an eternity.

“Throw your weapon down! We have the exit covered!” the more confident one called. More waiting ensued. After a minute, they heard footsteps. Heavy ones.

Step after ominous step, from within the ship. They then began to feel the steps reverberating lightly upon the floor, until they knew that whoever or whatever had killed their comrades, was just behind the corner.
"T-That's it! Come out!"

The Troopers heavy breathing could be heard throughout the hallway. At first, the beeping was mistaken for their imaginations. But 3 seconds later, a metal sphere hit the wall, ricocheting off it and flying right between the Troopers heads. The fragmentation grenade did not even hit the ground before it exploded, ripping through the two Trooper's bodies like knives through butter. Their screams were halted a split second after they began, before all was silent.

Sol'id Fist stepped out of the corner, gun at the ready. He was fortunate to have found the grenade on one of the dead Trooper's bodies. Seconds passed as he waited, before drawing himself up. It was at that moment, Gavon appeared. @Rawk

Kingless Symphony: Emissary of Ascension

Geldyr Snow

Geldyr let out a breath, a light glistening of sweat upon his brow as he halted for a moment. "You have a good sword arm," he heard from behind him. The Bastard son of Lord Karlear turned to see a handsome man perhaps 10 years his elder, standing there, tall and strong. He had a northern accent Geldyr guessed, sounding much like his own. "And you've a good eye." he said, jokingly. He held his hand out to the man. "Geldyr Snow. My father is Lord Karlear." he said. In all honesty, most of the North had heard of Geldyr, but it wouldn't do well to act haughty or arrogant. He knew one wrong foot or one blade swifter than his could end his life easily. Plus, of course, he was no true heir to any position.

He glanced past the man and gazed up towards the King's table. He saw it was filling up now, with Lords and Ladies from across the land. If he didn't know better, he might have spotted a Lear family member or two. He'd enjoy seeing them before the tournament was over. It had been too long before he'd done so.
@Ambra

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Tank had been riding around town most of the day after getting food. It had tasted more like Italian than Greek anyway, though still not bad. New chef, if he remembered correctly. He recalled hearing the old chef had been found after dragging the bay. It's what happens. The wind whipping around him, he had his radio on and volume up, though he only got a clear listen to the music as he skidded to a stop before the blockade. "Oh yeah..." he breathed, noticing the onlookers, reporters, and other cockroaches.

Tank shrugged, and realized he had no place to park his bike. He'd need to find one of the ground patios owned by someone else. Tank would have to go ask, but he wasn't about to leave his bike here for the masses. "Better get to work." he said to himself. The vagabond revved the engine once, and then again, and then a third time. The onlookers turned back around one by one, until he had their full attention. He grinned, and revved the bike up one last time, the wheel scraping along the concrete, before shooting toward the crowd.

A woman screamed, and people leaped out of the way. Deftly adjusting his center of gravity with his hips, he sent the bike's front wheel up on the air, letting the bottom hit a curb, giving it that small bit of extra air to clear the barricades. He hit the ground within the party, skidding audibly again, stopping right before he wrecked into one of the tables.

With a confident agility, he slipped off his bike, and wheeled it around the table area. Toothpick in his mouth, a casual air to himself, and another song popping up on his bike's radio, he looked around for anyone that he recognized who lived on one of the sub level patios. He stopped right before Alicia and Caesar. Tank turned the radio down, still making it audible (he liked the song). He tongued his toothpick, the sun giving his brown hair and eyes a bronze, almost golden look. "Pardon the disturbance, I was wondering if there was anyplace for me to put my bike for the party."

@Sigil@Charnobylisk@Lady Amalthea

Conspiracy-Closed

@WickI told Gilgax it was new york. I got mixed up

Conspiracy-Closed

Ok, very soon Gadget and Ro'kun are gonna hit the party hard.