POOHEAD189

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

Should have a Calanon post tonight everybody!

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Ben sat there chewing his pizza slowly as he watched the events unfold before him. The girl that had leaped in front of him and posed on the couch had literally just taken some keys meant for that oft silent woman, who demanded her keys back with the aid of Ayeka. It must have been comical, the dark haired young man staring at the three women, doing nothing but chewing pizza and not even getting a chance to speak. "Well...at least it's solved now, yeah?"
@DancingEagle@Song Book@Alisdragon911

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

"Very Well" Rylen called, and galloped back toward his lines with an arm in the air. With a nod from the Lord, he cried out "Forward!" and waved his hand down to signal the time for advance. The soldiers marched forward, as did the siege engines. The lines that moved forward were rough, with shields up to deflect arrow fire. Perhaps an arrow or two would make it to the siege engines, but they were created to have bits of shields welded to them to deflect incoming missiles at the men who were manning the machines.

Still, the soldiers up front who were holding their shields up to deflect missile fire were as much as distraction from the siege engines as they were closer to the fort to be able to charge once there was a breach. "Come on!" the huge Kerler called, hefting his hammer, obviously itching to charge forward into the castle. Rylen sat stone faced as the mangonels began to rain stones at a section of the wall left to the gate. The rocks hurled there cracked against the set stone, causing small dents in the structure. It would only take time for it to break.
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Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure [MATURE] (Open for business, apply within.)

Nice, I got a concept and should send it to you by tomorrow.

Game of Thrones

Is he ok?

Geldyr Falenhearth

Name: Geldyr Falenhearth
Age: He's seen 30 name days
House/Affilitation: Hightower

Appearance: (Or description): His hair is black and worn in an unkempt fashion, pulled into a ponytail at the back of his head. His skin is fair but ruddy. He has a noticeable fit and trim body, with practiced hard muscle, though lean. His face is not unhandsome, in a half commoner sort of way. He has a small scar on his left cheek, as well as 4 scars along his back, 2 criss crossing on his right bicep and one on the back of his left hand. He wears a torn wool vest over a grey-tan shirt. He wears a sarashi over both of his hands and forearms, leaving his fingers unwrapped. His feet are covered with sturdy traveling shoes. He wears halfplate armor, compromising of a breastplate, pauldrons, bracers, and thigh guards made of plate mail.

Biography: Born the bastard of a minor lord in the Storm lands, he wasn't even given a chance at the life of a Lordly house, having been rejected by the father he never knew. So he took his mother's maiden name for his own, Falenhearth. He was very much treated like a bastard growing up, his mother doing her best to provide for him working in the local winery. He was often treated like a stray dog or an unwanted guest by the townsfolk. By age 8, he had felt very much like a burden to his mother, despite her professings of the contrary. Even at such a young age, he felt so very out of place in the small town.

The Seven smiled upon him, for on his ninth birthday he pleaded a local Knight to take him as his page. Geldyr was not even entirely sure of what that entailed, but he needed to go somewhere else. Do something else. The bandits of the region had been growing ever bolder, and the Knight knew it would continue as such. He accepted, and there was a transformation that occurred in young Geldyr when he picked up his first sword in the training yard. It felt natural, and he felt whole for the first time, as if the father who left had always been there in the form of the weapon in his hand.

The next eight years went by quickly. He learned how to saddle a horse and strap on armor, as well as less mundane skills such as archery, swordsmanship, horsemanship, and even the usage of the spear and mace. By age 17 he was Knighted, something he had been told for many years as something that was extremely unlikely to happen for his lack of wealth. But he had been rewarded for his noble deeds in quelling a bandit raid upon an outlying town where his master had been killed. He took up his old friend's sword, and slew his attackers. Two had been felled by his master, but Geldyr slew three, as the other four fled into the woods. He used the resources that was now available to him as a Knight to find the bandits that had escaped, before he traveled eastward and sought to carve a name for himself.

He was to be no mere mercenary. He had seen too many of them to be keen on that line of work, so he instead sought to be a retainer in a notable house, and found his place as a household guard for house Hightower at age 19. The next 11 years would be much akin to the past four. With superb soldiery and fierce dedication, he served his master well and climbed the ranks to be Hightower's chosen sword and Champion should they require a matter to be settle with a trial by combat.

Personality: Determined, skilled, and passionate are the three words that can describe Geldyr. He is introverted, but confident. Geldyr has a compassionate heart, but a strong sense of justice and a streak of ruthlessness should the situation call for it. He's bound by an unspoken honor code and is determined to live by it. A better way to explain it would be, he follows his rational thought that has been transformed by his ideals. It's worked so far. He enjoys learning new things, and he expresses himself through his sword play and actions, rather than his words.

The Otherworld: Faerie Light (Fae Political Intrigue RP) [Fantasy/supernatural/character driven]

Doubt I'll have time, but if I do this might be interesting. Reminds me a bit of Kingdoms of Amalur.

The 30-Day Song Challenge

Day 14 - A song you like hearing live

Too glorious not to be heard live

Billy Joel- No Man's Land

Day 15 - Song people wouldn’t expect you to like

Gotta be honest... usually... I fricken hate pop.

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

My lizardman is heading into a tavern and quite lonely

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

And now, the epic final confrontation of round 1 is finally here!

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

Silias made it out of the ruins by the skin of his nose, the Knight protecting his flank taking an arrow but surviving due to his armor, the arrowhead merely giving a small flesh wound in his left shoulder blade. They burst out of the archway, the patrolling Knights forming up to protect their Lord. Whatever was within the ruins skittered to a stop before the filtered light of day that streamline down through the thick canopy above. They must have been as afraid of the sunlight as the gleaming plate of the Knights now arrayed before them, shields and weapons at the ready. Other than a few screeches that promised swift death to any that would draw near, the dark figures simply slipped away and faded into nothingness.

The next few hours the caravan moved swiftly, as far away from the ruins they could get for fear of pursuit by whatever had been within the depths. Luckily it seemed there was nothing to be worried on from their flank, and soon they regained their normal vigil of being far more concerned of the forest before them. The Borderlands were not as wild as the Southland proper, but there were plenty of dangers that lurked within the deep of the woods.

Up ahead, one Knight at the fore called to the others. "Bridge!" they could hear him announce in the distance. Perhaps it was less than a mile for them to make it there. Silias and his retainers were safe within the carriage, with 12 unwounded Knights and 2 Knights that were closer to the carriage, but still relatively fighting fit. The carriage bumped, going over a few unsmoothed stones, causing the riders inside to jump a tad. An arrow sliced into the curtain that shaded Silias and his retainers from the outside sun with stark suddenness, and that was the only indication that the bandits had arrived. A hail of arrows were loosed upon the Knights from the left side of the woods, the terrain slowly elevating as the forest turned into the foothills of the mountain.

One of the Knights was killed by the volley, and 3 were injured. Most however were protected by their well forged armor and shields. Cries of battle and charging bandits were suddenly audible, and nearly thirty men armed with swords, axes, spiked maces and other more cruel weapons charged onto the road and began to engage the Knights that had drawn swords.

As Zin, Arassel, Jex, Regeland, and Hobnobb (with crew) headed toward the bridge, they could hear the clash of steel on steel, and cries of pain and anger in the distance. It was happening before they got to the bridge! They had a small gulley to traverse, which would be a bit more difficult for the Gnomes than the others, and would get the Gnomes wet to their stomachs (just below the knees for the others if they waded into it). Once they crossed it, they would need to decided if they wished to directly aid the Lord, or sneak around and flank the archers and bandits still traversing the woods. At the moment, there were 14 bandits in makeshift leather and chainmail hacking away at 11 Knights, as well as a few injured ones that held back and used their superb training to thrust their swords when able.
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Kayden and Cassilda quickly dispatched the men before them with some clever sword work. They seemed to do well fighting in unison, guarding one another's flanks as they finished the men off. Morek had made it to one of the crossbowmen, and needless to say the man died from a rather large axe wound to the 'everything'. Nuva's attempt to kill two birds with one stone had worked, for the most part. Unfortunately, while the man that had been flung toward the crossbowman had hit the mark, the crossbow had gone off. Its trajectory was off, but it still hit Nuva on the hip. It wasn't a hit that tore any vital areas, but the flesh wound that had been wrought (the bolt had sheared through bits of skin and muscle and flew out the other side) caused a bit of bleeding and considerable pain for any who wasn't used to it. Nuva had seen worse though, and other than it slowing him down perhaps, and while it was smart to clean the wound, it wasn't serious. The crossbowman was down, and Morek finished him off as well. The room was now secure, with dead men and blood strewn about the stones on the ground thanks to the element of surprise. Kayden breathed heavily, a bit of blood on his face from a cut to his cheek, as well as some ubiquitous splatter from a man he had run through.

He pointed to the door with his sword, on the opposite end of the room where the crossbowmen had died. "Through that door is the gate. We pass by it as quickly as we can. Secret and Laila are taking care of the men upstairs but they might not have finished the job yet-" Or they had been killed themselves, but a leader wouldn't take the pessimistic approach and expect to be seen as someone to lead. "so we must move quickly to the opposite door. That'll lead to the great hall. Nuva, how are you?"
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