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

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Cold Front

Athena and Edward

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"Hey. Hey wait for me!" Edward heard behind him, and for a moment this was too unreal for him to respond. In fact he stood rigid, his head downcast and his eyes unseeing as his mind escaped into his own little world where all of his writings had come from. He could suddenly feel his breathing in a more subtle fashion as his mind began to play tricks on him. Why was this happening? Was it actually happening?

"Hey! Mister, can you give me a hand?" Athena struggled desperately to her feet, the shard of metal, or at least that's what the iron-hot foreign metal lodged in her arm felt like. The fall against the seat had driven the shard deeper into her bicep, practically immobilizing her arm as a stabbing sensation of pins and needles raced to her fingertips. Perhaps she was just imagining, but she could have sworn that through the haze of the smoke and fire, she could see the man at the last of the survivors pause, and with a deer-in-head-lights gaze fought with his inner demons. She couldn't blame him, this was a dog-eat-dog world, every man for himself, especially when the plane carrying you to Tokyo had crashed in the middle of wintry Asia, possibly Russia, and your only chance for survival was to make it off the burning inferno.

"Please, I can help us all, I'm a park ranger. It's my arm, there's something lodged in it. Quick, just help me up!" While she wasted quintessential microseconds explaining her occupation, Athena knew she sounded desperate. Even if the man left her behind, she would still do her best to exit the plane, yet with the raging fire inching closer every second, Athena calculated that the amount of oxygen left in the plane quickly diminished. She would suffocate and die if she couldn't make it to the rear door where the black man, and the foreigner had disappeared to.

A cry from behind him broke the young man from his reverie, noticing that it sounded like the same voice who had called for help earlier. Don't be an asshole, do something! his mind screamed. "Right right, yeah." he said breathlessly, and turned around ungracefully. This woman (he'd seen her before earlier, perhaps?) was on the ground, and he could see something lodged into the flesh of her arm. "Shit shit shit oh god." he continued, making his way over to her. "H-Hey. I'm not tryin' to be or do anyth-Listen, I'mma help." His voice was shaken, as was his body, but he slipped his arm under her undamaged one and hauled her up as best he could. He might be a cowardly writer, but all those years in the steel mill had given him formidable strength when he needed to use it.

Before she had the chance to continue her plea for help, the man had came to her rescue. By now the smoke became as thick as a swatch of charred velvet, one that clung to her skin, and threatened to suffocate her if they didn't reach the exit soon. While she leaned into him, her eyes watered from the acrid black smoke.

He saw a the black man with the axe attempt to break open the door, and the foreign man taking the opportunity to find another means of escape in the other direction. "Uh" he said, and breathed. "Um..." Edward didn't know what to do or where to go. It was at that moment that he smelled something suspiciously like smoke, and soon it was obscuring his vision enough for him to need to be blind to not see it. Hell, even if he was blind, he could tell it was there. Namely because he felt a shudder within his throat, something he had been hoping at all costs would not happen in this fucking situation. It's ok! You have some time before you need to take the inhaler. If you're stuck in here long enough for your attack to be irreversible you'd die anyway from the fire. You wouldn't HAVE to suffocate! He started to sweat on his brow. So much for cheering himself up.

Stifling a cough as best as she could, Athena practically pulled the man forward with her own bodily weight, "Back here! They went back here! I know I saw that black guy with an axe come this way. C'mon, we've got to hurry before this smoke smothers us, and leaves us both for dead." With her good arm grasping the suitcase firmly, she managed to lumber forward, every breath felt as if it would be her last, for what felt like a slow, agonizing eternity, Athena and her rescuer made it to the rear of the plane, where a mysterious floor panel seemingly blended in with the blue carpeted flooring. It would appear that the black man, and the foreigner had made their way through the compartment for now a large hole, likely made by the crash, revealed a sizeable area for them to squeeze through. While Athena did not readily question the compartment, as she sidled down into the room, she noted several rolls of undeveloped film along with other camera equipment she deemed useful or would perhaps serve a practical purpose until rescue. To most, she would seem illogical, or even irrational in the behaviour that followed next, as she plopped her suitcase on the table, and with a quick click of the metal clasps, stuffed the film cartridges inside. Who knows, maybe if they ever got rescued, the film would prove useful after all? With that, she snapped the suitcase shut, her movements accelerated by the amount of adrenaline coursing through her veins, her fight-or-flight instincts bordered on simple survival, her days spent in the parks and hiking across America's beautiful landscapes kept her in an observant state of mind, one where she readily found herself thinking on her feet. As for her rescuer, Athena could have sworn she had heard him with labored breath, was it the smoke? Was he asthmatic? She didn't have time to clarify that answer, but knew that precious seconds ticked away. Edward coughed and held his arm to his mouth as she began to grab...film? He was about
to question why she was doing such a thing, given the predicament they were in. But hey, it was only life or death. No need to be rude, right? You've got a problem, he thought to himself.

"We're almost there! C'mon now, we've just gotta squeeze through this hole!" Setting her luggage down, Athena put all of her weight that her tiny body could muster, and worked at broadening the gap. Then, she tossed her suitcase down, and looked at the man, it was hard to discern any of his features amongst the haze of the smoke, and even below, from the outside, smoke could be seen spilling out from the main cabin where they had sat moments ago.

"You first!" She barked, she would have jumped herself, but the least she could do was try to repay the man that had taken the chance to save her life by giving him a chance at saving himself.

Edward shook his head, pointing at the hole and then at her, before taking a shuddering breath. Oh god no. Suddenly a chill ran up his spine and a cold sweat appeared above his brow, and he suddenly felt panic welling up inside of him. He was suffocating. He'd felt this way before, and he knew he didn't have long.

With the last of his strength, he tossed his suitcase down the hole, grabbed the girl with his strong arms and lifted her, before shoving her through, and then he too went down onto the snow.

"Agh!" She cried in obstinance as she felt a burly arm wrap around her, and quite literally, toss her through the exposed belly of the compartment. The impact onto the ground was cushioned by thick layers of snow, fortunately, she had avoided landing on her own suitcase. Shortly after, her rescuer had emerged through the hole as well. He let out a hacking cough, and then scrambled for his asthma inhaler within his pocket. He shook it, and in front of Athena's eyes he took a puff and held his breath for 10 seconds, before letting it out.

It would take awhile for the medicine to work to full effect, but his life was saved. However, even outside of the plane, he was breathing so lightly that he could barely stand or move, his head swimming and his body as heavy as lead. He shuddered and lay upon the snow, trying his best to breath while the medicine took hold. He mouthed 'you're good' and all that could be heard was a hoarse whistle from his struggling throat. His youthful brown eyes, so full of a mixture of relief that Athena was fine, and panic from his lack of air, began to stare into the snow as his vision began to fade, and he lay there barely twitching for a few moments, his breathing slow but labored.

Pushing herself up off the wet snow, as she could feel it soak into the seat of her pants, Athena scrambled over to the man, and peered down at him, in the light of day, she could see his features better. From his height alone, she could tell that he was a lanky fellow, certainly taller than her. Whether his mop of black hair originally appeared in an unkempt manner, or that it had become dishevled in the crash, she could not tell. His eyelids opened and closed slowly, from which she could discern that his eyes were a soft, earthen brown color, it vaguely reminded her of the mud she had to trek through in the Appalachian's, deep and rich, and painstakingly difficult to move through. As Athena gathered her bearings around herself, she noted two sets of footprints leading away from the plane, which she presumed were the other two passengers escaping to safety.

"Now is not the time to rest, c'mon, this plane could blow at any rate." Athena leapt to her feet, grabbed her suitcase, and just as she cleared the underbelly of the plane, noted a peculiar scene. Off in the distance, a mysterious plane jetted away from the crash site. While hundreds of questions blossomed in the forefront of her mind, she stuffed them in the rear corner, where she would address them later. Scanning the area, her eyes followed the set of footprints that led up to an embankment where she spotted the two survivors standing on a snow-laden knoll. Chucking her suitcase a relatively safe distance away from the plane, Athena turned back to the young man that had saved her. By the time she approached him, his breathing had slowed considerably, remembering that he had used an inhaler before collapsing into the snow.

"Can you move at all?" She inquired, worried that she would have to drag him through the snow, not that that was a problem, except for the fact that she might not be able to. At least she would try.

Shaken and still struggling to breathe, he did his best to lift himself up by his hands. He looked to her, and didn't have the luxury of noticing much of their surroundings, or the features of the woman. He nodded, his throat still clenched. With a determination, he got to his feet unsteadily and did his best to move forward, away from the plane. He gave her a reassuring smile, though his eyes were still a bit panicked.

Glad to see him able to stand, Athena came to his aid, looping his arm around her shoulder, and returned the favour by helping lead him away from the wreckage, making sure to pick up his own suitcase. Edward was going to thank her, but he'd wait until he had a bit more breath in his lungs before he did so. He was surprised at how strong she was considering how tiny the woman seemed. As they cleared the plane, and reached her suitcase, Athena set down his luggage, and let out an exasperated sigh. Her adrenaline had slowed considerably now that they were safely out of the plane, and her arm felt as if someone had poured gasoline over it, and set a burning match to the wound where the shrapnel remained lodged. As the chilly winter air struck her, she felt a peculiar wetness one that revealed to be blood, as she had expected from the shrapnel. There was even a tiny piece of metal poking out of her jacket. "Thank you... for coming back for me." Athena began, stepping away from him to retrieve the red leather case. The possibility that she, and the three other men were the only survivors weighed heavily on her mind. She set the thought aside, just like she had when she witnessed the strange jet-plane leaving the scene, and nodded her head to the other men atop the knoll.

"Let's head that way, we'll be safer out of range in case the fire reaches the fuselage, and sends this whole thing up in smoke."

"I agree." he breathed slowly, and as the small minute or two had passed, he seemed to get some color back to his cheeks. His arms and legs were no longer pins and needles and he felt a bit more lively and his old self. Now all he had to deal with was the whole...plane crash thing. Awesome. "And no problem." he continued as they moved up the hill. "Y-you were hurt and I'm not the kind of person to be all...assholish." he gave a smile, and while he enjoyed spending time with people who seemed nice, he often had an easier time being alone. He always felt awkward often enough. Probably why he wrote a lot. It was easier to speak once you've thought and planned things. "Thank you too, for the whole suitcase thing. Now we just need to...I don't even know." He seemed a bit crestfallen, having finally said his fears outloud. He might have been convinced this was still a dream if his suffocation and the chill of the snow were not so real to him.

The young man, albeit, not much younger than her, perhaps in his early twenties, chose a set of...awkward phrases, Athena couldn't help but smile. He seemed like a shy fellow, "Don't worry, we'll figure something out."

"Are any of you injured?" Athena turned suddenly to the other two men, now in the light of day, she could see that the black man, perhaps in his late-thirties to early-to-mid forties was a well-muscled figure, with a thick barrel chest. The other man standing next to him, the foreigner she had spotted on the plane, also appeared younger than her, with a swath of black hair, and strikingly dark eyes, almost black in color.

Official Guild Crush and Gush Thread

@CynderHello! I was just kidding earlier XD.
I wish I had some to share, but I'm kind of a loser by choice. I live alone and tend to just make friends.

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The Tale of Earls and Kings

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Alcander Mires

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Location: Back to the Hotel
Interacting with: @Lady AmaltheaClaire, @PundiiJoel

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Alcander's mouth opened to speak, but then he closed it and just nodded with a smile. He had been kinda looking forward to talking to someone alone for once, so he was a tad bit disappointed. But at the same time, he was glad Claire had met someone else that made this place feel more like home for her. A lot of people often needed that, he knew.

He decided to head out in front, but was only looking to and fro on the street as the two others caught up to him. He chuckled. "Don't worry, I wasn't going to go on with you." he replied, then shook Joel's hand. "Pleasure's all mine." he assured him. It was cool to meet him, he admitted. From a glance, Joel looked like he had a good head on his shoulders. "Yep, just follow me."

He led them downtown to Prithviraj Road, heading uphill past a busy section of traffic (then again, where in this city was it not busy?) and into the Tapri - The Tea House. It was a lovely little spot that overlooked the city, the tea was to die for, but there was plenty of ice, as well as coffee and good breakfast sandwiches. "You're welcome." he said with a wink at them.

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

Reeves 'Reaver' Kamdo

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"Name's One-Arm, I don't think I recognize you. That means you're either very good or very bad at what you do." Jesse said from beside him. Reaver didn't look his way, giving a casual but hard stare at Callum and Scarleth while they sat across from him. His arms were crossed, hands over a few scars along his skin. He knew who they were, and if he had met them a year previous they would be on his 'to kill' list.

Finally he glanced to Jesse, but the man had already looked away by that point, and Reaver shrugged. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up nonchalantly, closing his eyes and not really caring what was going on around him. He wasn't entirely sure why he was here, but hey, whatever happens happens.

Mr. White walked into the room and gave his whole speech while Reaver was still keeping the appearance of being too tired to care. Truthfully he listened to every word, but his appearance wasn't a full lie. He didn't really think it was worth listening to in the long run, at least until he heard the whole thing. In true criminal fashion, his supposed 'comrades' began to question the old man on about everything.

He let out a small grin as he listened to them. They were much more predictable than he had originally thought, which means if he ever did have to take them out, he'd simply need tried and true methods of execution. The others he noted as well. Henri Lawrson, he'd heard of her. Tesra... Finally, he opened his eyes and leaned forward. He put his pinky in his ear and began digging around in there, looking like he was just awoken from a nice sleep unexpectedly. "Listen Mr. White, as much as I'd love to go and kill people, it's kinda hard to listen on an empty stomach. You got any food 'round here?"

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I'll post after I run a few errands^^

Era of Succession(Closed)

@Willy Vereb@6slyboy6 I would not worry about having not read. The good thing about this RP is that you can make a post of your nation, and not have to worry about what the others have done yet, since none have invaded you or tried to contact you (presumably). And after you post, you can catch up on a few key posts. I'll help you out with my guys.

I feel like my posts are probably the easiest to read since my guys don't delve into petty human politics and are now testing the galaxies defenses as they slowly move forward to conquer, but I'll give you an abbreviation of what I've been up to.

• My Dragonborn/Elite/Lizardmen techno-Samurai-Viking-Knight Crusaders have just reconquered their homeworld of Hexana that was taken from them by the Old Imperium, and they went between Musashi and Second Imperium space to do so.
• In my own space, I was attacked by the Agonis Collective (Matrix machines that also use organic material at times) in the Fel'Blade system. We repelled them, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Because not only have my guys just recaptured their homeworld, but their prophets also say that now is the time to liberate all slaves and destroy all nations that get in our way (especially human nations) so we have now launched a two front invasion of the Galaxy, using 2 Warmasters (out of the 10) in my Nation.
• The HRF (me) has gained a foothold in Xeno-Barbarian space, and is now taking its first system in Agonis Collective space.
• Meanwhile, my Warmaster of the Fel'Blade system has met with 1 out of the 3 main leaders of the Musashi nation, and made terms of friendship (I suggest you read this post fully however to understand my faction best).
• I have yet to post again.

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