POOHEAD189

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@ClocktowerEchosIf my guys are good, I'll make a post today.
I'll not post of any magic making until I talk to you about it though since Dwarf rune magic is kind of odd, but still.

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

@FubsyJust when you can! Good luck btw :)
I believe in you!

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@POOHEAD189@TemplarKnight07 I just had a random thought stemming from this but what are your stances on having other people being able to use the Underground? Is it something just Rodents/Dwarves/Orruks can use or can everyone use it?

@ClocktowerEchos

I guess we can just view it in a realistic light. It would depend on who is capable of using the underground effectively. Dwarfs and Vermin could because they're short and can see in the dark and are used to it, being native to underground. And Orruks because they have no self preservation and are infested everywhere. If you wanted Beastman or men to or some such other, they'd just need attributes or reasoning to use it, or have a long background of using it (at least to survive. I'd think there'd be trolls and monsters and other underground races like ours down there to contend with). That's all speculation though. It's your RP my friend :D

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

@JbcoolWell, I finally have some time. Would it be too late to send a character and enter?

Star Trek: To Boldy Go

@Blue Demon*raises hand* I guess I could have it that my guy just got promoted, though If that keeps my guy from going planetside then nah.

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

@FubsyGonna need a post ASAP fubsy.

1920's Gangsters

"I like a woman who takes charge" he said with a smirk, and winked at her to show he'd keep it a secret. He gave a glance toward the hostess as she made her way back over to the front of the club. It was a tragedy she had to work the honest way. He felt like he wouldn't mind teaching her a few ways to have fun. But, his mind needed to keep to the present, and at the present, he wanted nothing but a drink.

Unfortunately, the damn prohibition laws kept him from just asking that. He rubbed his temples a bit, knowing he needed to get it together. Yeah, you're probably on the bad side of a very powerful man, but you've gotten out of worst shirt before. He needed to clear his head, and nothing could clear his head better than-

"A good looking woman." he breathed, leaning casually on the bar counter as he saw Fallon glancing about the place like a curious little thing. He almost wanted to Hostess to come back, because that chick knew exactly what she had been doing. This girl...he almost felt bad hitting on her. He glanced down at her legs. Almost.

"Barkeep." Cooper said, not even looking to the man. "Get me a White Lightning, and the lady here a Brick. No...a Neat Back. She's classy after all." He gave her a smile that could light up the town. "How are you this fine evening, miss?..."
@Sterling

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Cerdic glanced to the side in a grimace, as if the charging forces had annoyed him with their idea of a mass battle. His distraction nearly proved fatal, for he felt more than saw the lightning quick strike of Balgar. On instinct, he spun and his blade connected with the ornate sword in a shower of sparks.

Balgar chuckled, and then jerked his sword forward. The blade turned ethereal and slipping through Cerdic's blade as if it was naught but mist, rending a jagged cut across his upper right pectoral and shoulder. The Sergeant cried out, then lashed with his blade, seeking to at least take a hit for a hit. His sword sliced through Balgar's armor, but without harming the Chosen.

It was as if the Champion of Tzeentch was Ethereal himself. The Glyphs writhed even more as his sword attempted to connect. It was the armor. He let out a rasping cry and stepped backwards as Balgar began to press the advantage. Sigmar, he's fast. Cerdic wasn't sure if he could beat Balgar in a fair duel, much less when he had such odds stacked against him.

He nearly tripped into a Gor, and shoved the creature towards its commander. The Beastman was torn in two by a blow meant for an off balance Cerdic. The Champion stepped over the corpse, moving as inexorable as a change of the seasons. Cerdic was running out of room to maneuver. "Now you die." The Daemonhearted stated.
@Austronaut

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@ClocktowerEchosOops, my bad.
Also, I tried to put it in a hider but it wasn't working.

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Men began to sprint back into the keep, bloodied and worn. Their eyes were wide with horror and desperation as they fled from the onslaught that was being wreaked upon them. They had made a good accounting of themselves, but could no longer hold off the superior numbers and savagery of the Beastman, nor the runic weaponry and terrible prowess of the Chaos champions.

Cerdic looked inwardly, unable to comprehend the fact that these lunatics were guarding the Eggs of a Dragon! The men running into the great hall was the only thing that broke him from his reverie. "Hold..." he said idly, before snapping himself to attention. This was no time to lose his head. "Hold!"

Some of the men stopped to look, watching the Knights now at odds with the Sergeant and the two women, one of them having been their witch captive. "Form in here! We'll live longer if we stick together."

"It's futile." one Men-At-Arms said, walking toward him, his left arm now nothing more than a blooding stump. Cerdic nodded. "Aye, probably. But we'll meet them with sword, not cowering under a bed." he spat, as if disgusted at the very idea. It was at that moment the great doors of the Hall were flung open, and Balgar the Daemonhearted appeared before the opening, striding in ever so slowly with all of the foreboding of a falling headsman's axe.

"You" he said, pointing his ornate sword of mist at Hilde, his terrible gaze boring into her. "Have something I desire. And you, man, have a life I shall take. All who get in my way forfeit their lives." The ragged soldiers formed up around the Knights, while barbarians and Beastman spilled into the great hall, the forces now forming a rough no man's land between them as they eyed one another.

"What are you doing?" Isolde hissed as Cerdic stepped forward into the open ground before the Chosen of chaos. The sorceress both appalled by his lack of self preservation, and worry over the one person in this place who seemed to give a damn about her.

"And you have something I can't get back." the Sergeant said, a simmering behind his voice and eyes, showing sane fear had now given way to anger and vengeance. "The lives of my men you heathen bitch."
@Austronaut