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Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

@AustronautDid Cerdic get the boarspear to the side?

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

I'll read up tomorrow after a good night's sleep and see where I can put Dax or who wants to have some convo with him.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Her mirroring him had him chuckling before he noticed the barest whisper of her tattoo. He had to admit he was curious about this girl. The fact that she seemed peculiar in an endearing way, but mostly for how she effected his buddy Tic. He wanted to question her more on how the hell people got to and from the Tavern, but for now...

Tic screaming that he wasn't a blueberry got everyone's attention it seemed like. Ben approached him, now at his and Willow's side. "Buddy, trust me. She won't eat you. You're too big for that, and too drunk for this...ok?" he said, unable to help his smile. He looked passed the two and waved to the crowd, mouthing 'nothing to see here' to them as they looked.
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Beren and Calanon both turned to the Knight, Carver, as he greeted them. Calanon's smile was polite, but Beren's grin was more enthusiastic, as if to say 'I approve' to the Knight's manner. "Well met." Beren said, nodding. "Hello," Calanon added. His bow was formal but warm. Before they could get into a conversation however, Settionne's extravagant and loud entrance had them all glancing his way. A wave from Beren was what he managed to get from the confused looks.

They were so confused for a second that they didn't pay much notice to the adventurous and confident woman that strode in after, other than civil smiles in greeting. All of them seemed to enter one after the other in such a fashion that, the Warrior Monk and Ranger seemed surprised to see Yaroslav walk within in such a manner, albeit less so than they normally would from the colorful characters around them. He didn't seem hurt, and the barman didn't seem to surprised, so they kept their mouths shut for a moment.

After a moment or two of mingling, it seemed their chance of getting to know one another would be cut short for a minute. Dirk seemed a bit perturbed by the bloodied mystic and the overzealous, rogueish looking character. If one looked close enough, they'd see the bottom of his left eye twitching ever so slightly.

"Alright now," he said to Mira and Edryd, waving them up. "Sit your asses over to the table that was presented for you." he continued, eyeing Mira more than Edryd, but gave a gruff nod for him to move as well. He seemed like a guy you didn't want to piss off, and Mira knew it was true from her previous visits here. Dirk never hired a bouncer because he did the rough work himself. The man wasn't a stranger to conflict, as an Ex-Mercenary.

As if on cue, Elven servants wearing silver and blue vests began wading out of the back, each holding plates with the most exquisite of foods. The smell was mouth watering. Salted pork, warm Honey Ham, and a freshly cooked Turkey was placed in the center of the dining table, surrounded by potatoes, peas, apples, and various other appetizers being systematically placed down before them.

One Elf with short cropped red hair and blue eyes that danced in the candle light looked to Yaroslav and retrieved a cloth out of his vest pocket. "Um, my good...sir. Would you like to clean yourself off a bit?" Despite Mira and Edryd's drinks, their goblets were filled with wine just as every other Goblet was. Beren raised his hand. "Can I have some water?"
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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

I'll post soon, friends.

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

"Don't mention it." he replied, his voice strong but hoarse from the smoke of the surrounding weapons. Unnatural abominations were impaled upon the halberds that were laid down to halt their mass advance. Those that slipped by like snakes were engaged by the swordsmen. The melee was thick with screams and blood. An axe spun out of the fray and embedded itself into the head of a rifleman, the impact and area of the hit caused the newly made corpse to spasm and send its weapon flying upwards.

Cerdic stuck his broadsword blade into the ground and caught the falling weapon. He readied it and placed the butt of the weapon on its shoulder and fired into the helmet of an approaching Chaos warrior, causing the armored heretic to spasm and buck, but gather itself up once more, slowly lifting its fallen sword from the ground. Cerdic threw the gun at the warrior, ripped his sword out of the ground and hewed into its neck before it could collect itself, hacking thrice before the blackiron foe fell.

He blocked a scimitar slash from an Elk headed beastman with an underhanded parry, kicked its leg and made it stagger before driving his blade into its gut. Anger was across his visage, and he pushed forward with his considerable weight, sending the beastman careening back into its approaching fellows, bleeding to death. All around the tumult of battle raged. Beside him, this Pistolier woman made a good account of herself it seemed, firing with accuracy and holding her sword well.

Unbeknownst to Cerdic, Hilde suddenly received a small tug at her trouser legging. It wasn't a small mutant or a beastman. It was a diminutive man wearing the robes and attire of a learned professor. He had an arrow in his gut and desperation in his eyes. "Please..." he wheezed, shakily reaching into his shirt and revealing a vial of what looked to be a curious silver gunpowder. "Take it...this...must make it t-to Nuln...give it to the Countess...."

Cerdic withdrew his blade out of an Ungor's chest, kicking the flailing thing back, hacking off a smaller mutant's head with his next swing. Swordsmen hacked and stabbed while Halberdiers chopped and gave fine thrusts. Smoke and loud cracks still filled the air, and in the distance a shining hammer could be seen within the crowd of bodies rising up, sewing death wherever its strokes fell. But Cerdic knew, despite his faith in Sigmar, that this would not end the way they needed it to...
@Austronaut

The Lord of the Rings

@Gate KeeperNo I'm good, bud.

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

@DervishThank you, friend. No need to overextend yourself though^^

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Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

The scream was faint, as if it was made just within the cusp of the horrible mist. It echoed off the trees, causing it to seem unreal, like from within some nightmare one had difficulty recalling. Cerdic's eyes steeled, and men muttered in confusion as the young Sergeant stood vigil, trying to garner the source of the cry. He needn't have worried, for a very real crash was heard from behind, which caused the rough and ready soldier to spin. Men scrambled and one cried out in dismay, for something very heavy had hit one of the caravan's wagons.

"Out of the way!" Cerdic ordered, shoving men to the side as he pushed through the throng to stand face to face with the mangled corpse of a swordsman, his unseeing eyes staring straight into Cerdic's. He knew the man, what's more. Richter had been a fair soldier by all accounts. "What..." Cerdic breathed, unable to comprehend the loss for what it was. His instincts kicked in as a defense mechanism almost instantly, and as he turned back towards the mist, he saw something he expected, but wasn't quite prepared for.

An enormous towering creature stood like a nightmarish statue at the edge of the treeline, a great Minotaur-like beastman with hate filled eyes. It's jaws were open, revealing serpent-like fangs and buckets of drool drizzling upon the ground. In its left hand it easily held a double headed axe that not even two men could haul effectively. A horrible lizard-like tongue slithered out of its maw and licked its muzzle, still crimson from the bite it took out of poor Richter.

Behind the bullheaded creature, silhouettes began to materialize within the mist, growing more solidified as they approached with a terrifying slowness. Some were not quite as large as the Minotaur, but were a head taller than the other men, clad in blackiron armor and hefting aloft ornate swords of hellmetal. Chosen warriors of Chaos. To look upon them was a daunting sight, much less the possibility of fighting them.

Between the plate armored warriors, other beastmen began to stream out of the forest's depths and ran hooting and howling towards the empire's caravan. Monsters with the heads of Elks, bears, wolves and goats. They each had various grotesque mutations that showed the stigma of chaos, and they held their crude but brutal weapons high as they charged.

"Form up!" the Captain yelled. One arrow sliced out of the mist and hit Captain Holmmann beneath the armpit, staggering him and causing him to cry out. "By the Hammer's mercy..." Cerdic whispered, before he broke out of his reverie with all of the rage in his heart for such abominations to dare attack an Imperial caravan. "Shield up! Halberds Down!" He roared, unsheathing his broadsword out. Men hustled to obey his orders. "Make ready! Arquebusers!" The riflemen got to their knees and hastened their loaded weapons. "On my mark!"

As the men formed up and began to make a plausible defense, a booming voice was heard from the very front of the line. "Sons of Sigmar!" the Warrior Priest called out, his huge hammer lifted high in one, powerful hand. "For. the. Empire!"
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