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🦄 The Best Exotic

@Lady Amalthea ~envies her~

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@Lady AmaltheaOh hell no. If I got another adult to do my adulting then I'd get lectured by another adult that I don't know how to adult, and that's one of the few things I got no patience for. XD
@CharnobyliskThat's ok :]

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@Lady AmaltheaBe posting in an hour or two! Gotta eat real quick and do responsible adult stuff.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

@MaxwellWe definitely are, sir.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

PFC Colin Nelson

Don't put his gear down. Put it down. Hi. Hello. Tell them his name. Don't. "Ok" was all he said, smiling as politely and friendly as he could, zipping over to put his gear down next to the rest of the packs. He felt lighter and more free, though still a bit out of sorts and ready to get back to whatever action needed doing. Still, friendly introductions were important. Colin noticed the one who seemed to be in charge heading out for a quick sec. That just left him and two others.

He held his hand out to Alex, the closest one. "Hi, I'm Colin. I'm new, how are you?" he asked. Slow down. He let out a breath. That rhymed, he realized. He gave an even wider smile at how odd he probably looked. He gave private Glaive a nod too, then blinked. How had she known he was a scout? Or the other one for that matter. Probably his gun and attire.

Hello!

@AemiraIt's lovely to meet you Aemira. Glad to have you here!
If you need any help navigating the site, just read the following.

Hider

This site is pretty straight forward (and I think you'll enjoy it). There's 3 kinds of main group RP's.
Free, which is kind of the E for Easy going RP's. Casual, which has a fair amount of writing but not strict. And Advanced, which has a good amount of writing and for people who have been writing/role playing for awhile. Then there are the Nation RP's which have you making continents and governments and countries to RP with in a storytelling/strategy mixture. And there is 1x1 if you just want you and a partner. And then there is the Tabletop like regular D&D, and finally the Arena for combat RP's.

Ok, if you want to join/make an RP. Here is usually the layout. The "Interest Checks" are for people to post their RP ideas. Then when they have a fair amount of players, they create the threads that are located up in Free, Casual, Advanced, etc. Those threads are split up into IC (in character, for actual RP postins), OOC (out of character, to discuss ideas and say you are interested in joining) and CS (character sheets, where you post finished characters).

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

If anyone needs me to edit my post, tell me specifically how to^^. I'd be honored to do so whenever the case is.

Star Wars: A New Beginning

would Sol'id go back into the cargo hold, and if so, would he bump into anyone along the way?

The Lord of the Rings

Thurin Stoutarm

This was truly a momentous occasion indeed! Two Elves whom he did not mind the company of, a halfling as likeable as Bilbo Baggins, and a bloody wizard appearing out of the blue! HA! Blue Wizard! He cracked himself up sometimes. The monologue was in his head, and outside he appeared to be nothing less than the grumbling Dwarf he was. Much like a grumbling old wizard, he noted. "Me thanks, and happy I am to be seeing one of Gandalf's kin. But aye, I must ask your name, master Wizard." Thurin said, crossing his arms and standing beside Ellaryn.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Beren spent his time with his siblings for a few days, catching up with them and sharing stories of his adventures these past few years. Varrick, Masef, Keira, and Ashira he spoke to about his past experiences mostly, if only to share with them since he had grown naturally closer to Loden and Grey growing up. As his conversation continued, he saw he needn't worry. They were his siblings just as much as the rest, and soon he felt like he was truly home again. He told them of the troll that nearly took his arm off, and the DeathKnight he'd barely managed to slay, being saved by a well timed holy spell from a companion. When he wasn't around them, he was helping repair some of the damage to the tavern and spending alone time meditating above the structure.

Pamil Kumar, Krayton Mott, Danton Raynor were names he had not heard in years, and greeted them just as warmly as the others. Pamil had even darker skin than he himself, which he wasn't used to. Her manner was both off putting but endearing in a way. Naturally, as idealist and religious as Beren was, necromancy was hard to accept. He felt a similar way toward Danton's activities as well. But Pamil's conjuration was a curiosity to him, as was some of Danton's tricks. He was never well versed in magical arts, and asked questions about their skills often. Krayton he got along with famously. In fact the two even sparred once with staff and sword.

But the pleasantness turned into duty for family and honor. Beren switched gears completely the day they were to leave, his amiable and warmth hardening into something more reserved and even silently dangerous. It was only noticeable to those who cared to look, but he withdrew into himself, as if he was in a moving mediation, speaking to his siblings less and marching through the miles of forest with stoic endurance. He had brought his Bow and Axe, leaving his staff to be picked up at a safe location. Every sibling moved with practiced grace, despite all of their differing strengths and abilities. He supposed it should be comforting, for it showed they all had a common purpose and history, if not common hearts.

The Caravan was armed with Knights and Men-at-Arms. They weren't lightly armed or armored, he noted. Beren had no idea what they were doing with Brand's body, but it mattered little. They wouldn't have it for long. Standing silent behind an oak tree at the edge of the tree line, Beren could see some of his siblings hiding further back into the forest. Some were in the trees themselves, and he would have joined them if he wasn't built for melee combat. With powerful legs and strong, skillful arms, he was going to charge in and wrest Brand's body from their corpses if need be. That didn't mean he wasn't going to take a versatile approach however. His recurve bow was in his hands, his back to the tree and the sounds of footsteps, hoof beats, and creaking wheels passing by filled his ears. He let out a breath, and gave a nod to those siblings behind him. Drawing his bow, Loden and Varrick let loose their arrows just as Beren turned the corner and fired. His bodkin hit a Knight a fraction after the other arrows hit home. The missile struck and pierced the man's plate armor at his side. Beren fired a second shot as the man cried out, silencing him with an arrow to the chest. He stepped closer and fired another shot more wildly, punching into a Man-At-Arms's shoulder, before dropping his bow and taking out his Axe as men surged toward him. He blocked a downward slash from an arming sword with his Axe head, the clang of metal echoing across the pathway. @Gunther@HeySeuss@Noxious@R31GN@AirBender@Naril@NickTrano