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Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@ClocktowerEchosHe updated the map a bit further my friend. I know he put my area up between the blue and the purple^^

Excited to be here though!

Grab your sword and fight the Horde!

@FootmanUncle Lothar wants you!

Sorry, I'm a big Warcraft 3 fan Glad to have you! You have some cool tastes.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@Pineappletumble@SkeletonShadowThe dark haired young man had to keep himself from messing with his new friend. 'You're on acid' came to mind, but he kept it bottled up. He did his best to keep his brow raised and his body poised to catch Tic if the need arose, though he seemed to have stabilized like some toy that no matter how much it wobbled, the weight at the bottom kept it from tipping over.

"Do Elves go to beauty parlors?" he whispered, looking inwardly. He was a fantasy writer himself, and he supposed he always thought their magics kept them in pristine condition. He was taken out of his reverie when Tic was drunkenly aghast by how much that girl had eaten. He had noticed her before now, and she reminded him of someone he used to know, if he had to be honest. That and...Ben was known for such eating habits at his work.

Ben turned about to give the girl a friendly smile, patting Tic's shoulder. "Hi, sorry about him he's just a bit under the bottle." Might be a new phrase he just coined. "Don't mind us, we're just admiring how good the food here is."

All About Me

Lovely to meet you! @DeadReckoning13

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'll answer the PM's I haven't yet in the morning.

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

Kayden and Morek glanced up at Cassilda as they heard a noise from above. The Prince's eyes widened as the woman ran up the stairs. "Wha-" he began, then swiftly changed tactics and waved for everyone that was already in the room to back up and get as close to the wall as they could, signalling for those heading from the doorway to stay back and quiet. He thought for sure that she would be dead and they would be charged at by bandits. He heard a scream and thought it was hers for a moment. The Prince was impressed but no less vexed when he saw her tumbling down the stairs, grappling with a cutthroat. He peered up the stairs swiftly, seeing a few men skidding across the stone steps behind. One body lay slumped and bleeding. Perhaps dead. "Shit." he spat.

He dropped his sword without hesitation, ripping out his dagger and driving it into the man's back atop Cassilda. "Halbark!" he called. "Aye!" was heard from within the back hallway. "Got anything with flames?" All that could be heard was a chuckle, before the tattooed Dwarf stepped out of the shadows and tossed a clay object with a small flame alight at its top. The makeshift bomb sailed up the stairs and exploded, engulfing half of the stairs as well as the roguish thugs in a firestorm. They screamed and cried out in utter agony as the liquid fire melted the flesh from their bones. Kayden admitted he was uncomfortable with the Dwarf having thrown it a bit close to him, but he got the job done. Now onto his job.

He grabbed Cassilda by her shoulders and hauled her up, inspecting her for injuries with a quick look over. "I don't know what you were thinking, but if you want to survive or stay in this company, we stick together and don't go running in. You wait on my call." As he said his last two words, his eyes fell on Nuva as well. He gave them both a leveling stare, then sighed. "But hell of a job from both of you, either way. I'm glad Secret picked people with skills."

"Ahem," was heard from the Cells. Kayden waved dismissively. "Morek, let her out." The Dwarf shrugged and hefted his Axe. "Won't he need a key?" Jeremiah asked as the rest of the company filled the room. His statement was blocked out by the sound of the Dwarf smashing his great Axe onto the lock once, twice, thrice, and it was shattered to ruin. Morek opened the door and the Elven maiden sauntered out. "Everyone, meet the girl who did her research on each and every one of you. She's an informant and under my employ for now, and I didn't tell you we'd find her here because I didn't know myself."

"You thought I'd be dead?" The Elven rogue asked. "When you didn't report back, yes." the Prince said back. She sniffed at that. "Ye of little faith I see." He gave an exasperated sigh. "Why would they keep you alive? Information? Did you give them any?" "Of course not, but I teased them with some false info to keep myself breathing in the meanwhile." Kayden picked up his sword and sheathed it for the time being. "Did you at least get the layout of the Keep?"

It turns out the wiley Elf had, and she relayed that up the stairs was a wide hall that led into the courtyard out of two large wooden doors. To the right was the gatehouse and the wall filled with patrols, and to the left was the barracks and dining hall. To the opposite side of the courtyard was the Great hall, above and below the wall top. Above them was a guard tower that lead to another watch tower that reached over the canyon.

"Virgil." Kayden called. The old Knight strode over, nodding to the handiwork of what had transpired. "Yes, Captain?" he asked through his impressive mustache. "Take Jeremiah, Haukford, Halbark, and Fafnir through the barracks and dining hall. Lalia and Secret? Take out the men above us. Nuva, Cassilda, Morek and I will go left. We'll meet on the other side and take the men we can hostage to be beglamored by Cassilda, understand?"

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As the minutes slipped by, Hobnob would see lesser heat signatures emerging from the tree line. They were bigger than he, but not man sized. Anyone who had spent time in the borderlands knew of the large coyote population. They merely approached and picked at the dead Ogre carcass, not setting off any traps so far.
@BCTheEntity@rush99999@Austronaut@Fubsy

Cold Front

I'm still quite interested, though I suppose it is obvious.

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

Reeves 'Reaver' Kamdo

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Well this had all gone straight to hell. Reaver paid little attention to the other members of his team, being pretty much nothing but petty to his eyes. He was almost relieved when they had shoved him and the rest outside right into a violent riot filled with mouth foaming inmates. One guy lunged at him, aiming a punch straight for his face. The cowboy caught the arm between his bound wrists, yanked the guy further forward and head butted him to the ground.

The next man to run up to him ready to attack fell short of his blow. They looked at each other. "Frankie?" Reaver asked. "Reaver! What are you doing here?" "Well you know, just making deals with Tycoons and Mob bosses." "Same old Reaver. Hey, nothing personal eh?" "Of course not bud." Reaver blocked a punch and rammed both of his fists into Frankie's face, sending him flying into the crowd. From behind the pile of bodies, he heard a voice. "Send me a postcard!"

Reaver smirked, and turned to follow his new 'comrades' to The Gladius. If that was what he did to his friends, he was going to take his time with Callum and any Black Stars once he got the chance. As they headed off, he decided to go into the armory and grab his equipment at his locker. He marveled at the sleek ship as he traversed it. Not bad.

He stepped in, the low thrum of the engines filling his ears, but all he heard was the promise of his old life back, and time to wreak vengeance. He let out a low whistle when he saw what toys were his. "They did their homework," he said. He loaded his guns, twirling one revolver fluidly and effortlessly before holstering it as he did the other. He opened up the Raptor sawed off, nodded, then rested it along his shoulder as he made his way towards the rest of his crew mates.

1920's Gangsters

I'm ready to interact.

Endless War NRP - Now based on Warhammer Fantasy!

@Supreme CommanderVery well then, no worries.

@RisenDeadAdd my land to the world map please, minus what Supreme Commander has now. I pretty much have that landlocked location.