POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@The Fated FallenYou fiend! And I thought you were a Knight of honor!

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

The 2nd swordsman stood up. He had a well groomed mustache, and wore a red and golden Brigandine over a Gambeson. A well crafted rapier was strapped to his belt. He announced his name as Regeland. "Oui monsieur. T'would be bettere' to save ze noblemon and perhaps gain a few favours in ze city perhaps? I hear zere is an excellent brothel we could peruse once ze competiti-"

The fully armored Knight behind him dropped the steel ball at the end of his mace, letting it crack the stone on the ground to gain attention. His face was still fully covered by his heavy infantryman's Sallet. "We must focus on the Keep. I think even half of the criminals dead would suffice to win the competition. The forest is teeming with bandits and monsters. Our group is large and competent from what I've seen. We can mop up a few Gnoll or Orc bounties on our way back to Starkvale. So says I, Haukford."

"We can't take that chance." Virgil said with his deep voice rising, the old Knight glancing towards the heavily armored soldier.

"Enough! I've heard enough." Kayden said, quieting them all down. He waited until they were all staring at him, or had at least buttoned their lips. "This is the plan..." he said, and waved them all forward to glance at the map. "Tonight, Jex will take me to the Keep and show me the way there. There's a secret passageway he spotted before, and it's supposed to be lightly guarded. I will find that location and keep the knowledge for our trek tomorrow. Hobbnob." The Captain said, glancing the Gnome's way. "I want you, Arassel, Zin, Leonard, Regeland, and Jex to lie in wait here-" he pointed to the map near the bridge where the Lord was to pass supposedly. "All of you are either quick on your feet, or small enough to remain unnoticed. More importantly, most of you are ranged. You'll ambush the attackers once they fully engage with the Knights. Meanwhile, I will lead the rest of us toward the keep and into the secret passageway. I will need everyone to be alert because we know little of the Fort's layout and what these bandits are capable of."

He looked towards the Enchantress. "Cassila, you're right. We cannot destroy all of the bandits in these two moves. Once the guerilla team and the Knights have repelled the highwaymen, they will flee back to their fort bruised and battered and with lesser numbers. We'll keep a man or two alive at the Fort, and if you would, beglamour them into opening the gates and luring the rest of the men inside. We will shut the gates, and finish them off. Perhaps with a trap by Gurnson, or old iron blades. If this is to work, this means we are on a time frame, do you understand?" His voice was solid and hard.

"It will take about two or three hours to make it from the road to the Fort, which means we have roughly 4 or so hours, maybe 5, to slit the throats of the men already stationed within, for us to be ready for the stragglers returning. I don't know about you all, but I plan on being a rich man in less than a weeks time and no fucking criminals or incompetent team members are going to get in the way of that. If anyone has any questions or concerns, now is the time. If not, we'll meet here two hours after dawn."

"We have anymore Ale?" Morek asked.
"No" Kayden said, and the Dwarf looked crestfallen.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

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Well, if I was an enterprising young rogue, I'd knead said poison into the bread dough left out to rise over night. *shrugs*

@Free Faller

If the keep and the party was in a less precarious position, that'd be 11/10. But time and planning might be against us now. Good thinking though

What Are You Listening To?

Freedom In The Stars: Deathbound [A Suicide Squad inspired sci-fi adventure] (Closed down)

Work in Progress

Space Cowboy

Prisoner Data Form

Reeves "Reaver" (Maurice) Kamdo

Aliases: Reaver

Prisoner ID Number: 189

Species: Human

Gender: Man

Age: 34

Former Faction: The Black Stars, The Crimson Mercs
Physical Description:()

Description Form

Height:6'1

Weight:170 pounds

Eye Description:Sharp scoundrel eyes, brown in color

Hair Description: A thick, ubiquitous mane of auburn hair

Skin Description: Farmer's tan, with visible scars every few inches.

Scars, Birthmarks, or other Identifying Traits: Various scars visible along his arms and abdomen. He has a vivid tattoo on his left shoulder of a skull with a bullet hole through the temple.

Facial description: Handsomely cut, with a fine chin and a youthfulness to his face. Scar line scraping up the left side of his chin.

Description of Clothing/Armor: Combat boots and trousers, with a tanktop under a bulletproof flak jacket.

Bionic Limbs/Synthetic Organs/Robotic Augmentations:

Weapons of Choice:

• One M2056 Revolver with blade attachments. Can switch to M2506 w/ Tactical attachments.
• One Raptor Sawed off

Charges/Sentences: Black Star and Civilian murders. Sentenced for as of yet undetermined amount of time (probably life).

Skills:

• Extremely skilled in combat, with fire arms, blades, or hand to hand.
• Practiced hunter. Can find information and ways to track a target.
• Skilled engineer.
• Fair but reckless pilot when the situation calls for it.

Flaws:

• Cocky and doesn't conform to a situation unless given extreme incentive.
• Don't make him angry. He's a born hunter and can't seem to let go of Vendettas.
• Reckless and takes matters into his own hands.
• Will lose his cool if you mention his family.

Personality: Reaver's a born hunter, almost enjoying the chase as much as capturing his bounty. He's fiery and fierce, but when he's not out shooting, fixing up the ship, or practicing jiujitsu, he does little else but lay around and eat. Sarcasm is his go to for most any situation, and one liners are sure to be heard before he takes someone out. He'll adhere to a captain though, if he pulls rank on him. Kamdo grew up a soldier after all, even if he loves the freedom of being out of the service. He's a deeper thinker than people give him credit for, and he admires those who 'stick to their guns' even when it's difficult.

Personal Biography:

Born on the poor agricultural world of Deltenumm, Reeves grew up on a dusty farm with his mother, father, and various siblings. Reeves had the distinction of being the 2nd oldest, behind his oldest sister. He got to working on his father's hover tractor, fixing it up and keeping it operational. Reeves was also prone to defend the farm and his family from other land owners wanting more land, and thieves looking for an easy target. He loved to hunt game when he wasn't fixing up the family's vehicles.

He was 19 years old when he got into a shootout over land with the patriarch of a rival family and his 3 mercs. This was the beginning of his unsavory and dangerous reputation. He killed all 4, with only two nonfatal wounds himself to speak of. Unfortunately the lawmen had arrived, and he had to make a quick escape off world to keep his family from suspicion.

He found some freelance work as a bounty hunter, and after a few successful jobs, he was 'discovered' by the Black Stars. Over near a decade he rose through their ranks, quickly gaining information and ties that were too valuable to be cut without his death. Unfortunately, he tried to cut ties nonetheless when his family contacted him again and wanted him to come home.

To make a long and bloody story short, the Black Stars attempted to kill him, and successfully killed him family. Reaver decided to find a few like minded individuals like himself who was on the bad side of the Black Stars and named himself Captain of the Crimson Mercs. They began systematically hunting down high ranking Black Stars members, until the latest shootout in a crowded diner that lead everyone in his group and the opposing Black Star retinue dead except him.

Charged with murder in the 1st degree, responsible for both 5 civilian deaths and 9 Black Star members, he was sentenced to an undetermined amount of time in prison.

Personal Belongings: (THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE WEAPONS/ARMOR.

• Family photograph
• Tools, blow torch, various engineering supplies
• Goggles
• Comm link
• Datapad

Other:(Anything else you think should be on the application that we did not cover.)

Theme song: This one but also, of course this

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

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Also, collabs will be re-opened at Dawnstar. I strongly recommend writing with someone you did not before. Like before, do not exceed 5000 words per post.

@gcold

Someone I haven't written with before? Give me some options man!

Srsly though, I'd enjoy doing that with someone. It might be a bit intimidating though, interacting with an argonian. I mean, the chart says it all

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

He smiled to the waitress and gave her a 5 dollar bill. He doubted U.S. currency mattered much here but...hey.
'James Hardwick, Private Investigator. And you are...?' "Waiting to be bedazzled apparently." Ben said, then held out his hand and shook the investigator's hand. "Ben Sherman. Nice to meet you."
@Pineappletumble@Ionalien@gohKamikaze@Alisdragon911

[OPEN AND ACCEPTING] HALT! Life of the City Guard.

Will get a sheet done by this sunday

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

So, I wasn't paying attention to documents I was deleting when I was in the process of restarting my computer and guess what this idiot right here just threw away?

@Leidenschaft

That sucks ass. Idle is right, it's never the same.

(Btw, good posts guys)

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:The burnt house, the road
Interacting with: Ntaj, himself, the forest

Calanon lowered his bow when Gretchin told him to, though in truth as soon as Ntaj had shown he was not hostile, Calanon had not been planning to shoot anyone. He had not been very exposed to Half Orcs like the rest of the group, and gave the newcomer a bow and an apology for aiming at him. Brogach got to his hooves slowly, and then clacked out of the burnt house and onto the road. Calanon gripped his reigns and flung himself up upon his friend's back as they went.

The caravan was now in a rough formation like before, but luckily it was a much brighter day this day and it seemed to have lifted their spirits. Or gave them one less thing to complain about. It had always puzzled him. Rainy days had their charm just as sunny days did. Kyra had disappeared ahead, and the Elf wondered if she needed help with scouting at all. He'd maybe mention it to her once she returned, but for now he was content with traveling along with the rest.

On a sudden urge, he let go of Brogach's reigns, and with an acrobatic balance, stood atop the Elk's back as casually (for him at least) as if he was standing upon solid ground. It let him smell the scents of the forest and feel the heat of the sun even more from
the height. Brogach was now striding alongside the wagon, and Calanon's eyes were closed as he stood calmly, letting the flow of nature overtake his senses and calm him even further.