POOHEAD189

Thinslayer here.

Welcome, friend!

Game of Thrones

@AsuraYou done with your guy so I can guard him to wherever we going?

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

"I have fought beside one or two." Cerdic admitted, gazing at his now empty mug, lost in thought. "Though I generally had my men make a wide berth, if they themselves did not already give them that. They were ferocious and uncompromising in their Inquisition of finding heretics. Which I would add, I have no problem with generally. Dedication like that is often needed in these dark times. But while they make fine allies, they do not do so well as traveling companions."

Cerdic looked at Hilde. "Commander Gilbrecht was tame compared to they. If Johan thought that even for a moment that I or Isolde was a heretic, he would slit your throat to get to either of us without hesitation. At least, if this man is who he says he is."

The powerful young man's fingers tapped the table as he lost himself in thought. Something suddenly dawned on him. "Do you recall hearing the news when we first entered the city?" he asked, then shook his head. No, she and Isolde had been distracted with a certain merchant and his wares as Cerdic stood watch and heard a rumor. "Leos von Liebwitz, the Countesses brother apparently died under odd circumstances. I would not jump to conclusions, but perhaps such things as this Necromancer are related."

Just then the front door bursted open as if hit by an Ogre, and in stepped in a massive Dwarf with a grim face as if it was wrought in stone. It was the biggest Dwarf Cerdic had ever seen, though in truth he had seen very little of the stout folk during his 27 years.

The Dwarf had a golden beard and hard set eyes that were storm blue in color. He was clad in finely wrought chainmail over a tunic made of a leather Cerdic had not seen before. The two most odd things about the Dwarf were his helmet and his weapon. The Helmet was relatively simple piece of steel, with a nose guard and rimmed with bronze throughout. The weapon was a huge Warhammer that held easily over his shoulder. It had Dwarfish runes emblazoned on its Gromril head, and he stomped into the Tavern with a purpose. "Ale. Keep 'em coming." he said.
@Austronaut

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

Oh, kinda like the cult of the cleansing flame in Manslayer? Plus there are also fancy places to perhaps go and eat and meet with prestigious members of Nuln society like the Golden Hammer and such. Speaking of which, I might add a powerful Dwarf character soon. Not overpowered, but tough as fuck at any rate.
@Austronaut

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

@AustronautBe posting later tonight. Also if you got some stuff you want to discuss on the next mission let me know :)

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

Expect a reply in a day or two!

East meets West (SlashInfinite & POOHEAD189 1x1)

The fire hurt their morale more than their numbers, but that was quickly overcome. The Eastern Archers were fierce, but the Crusaders sent volley after volley to answer the attacks. All in all, the siege was going quite well at the moment. It was not a quick affair, and no siege was without casualties to the attackers, but their concentrated firepower and well disciplined ranks held up fine here. Rylen had to remind himself it would be harder to deal with later when they pushed further into Eastern territory. This was merely a fortified outpost at best.

The walls before them crumbled. The fires had since been put out with dirt, and Rylen ordered the regiment to move forward. "Shields up!" the Sergeants cried as the men stepped forward and marched into the breach. They waded into a sea of arrows. Many of them bounced off shields and armor, but others pierced flesh and the dying began. Soon a melee broke out, and Kerler grinned as he gripped the haft of his warhammer.

Rylen dismounted from his horse, strapping on his shield and making his way in with his men. Kerler strode with him, the man a head taller than Rylem (and Rylen wasn't a short man). The huge warrior crushed a man's skull with a back handed swing. "Filthy heathens." he cried. Rylen blocked a sword thrust and returned with one of his own, slashing next and taking a man in the throat. All around them the melee commenced. The Easterners fought with a desperate fury, but the Crusaders were armored and no slouches. Their numbers would win out soon if nothing else.

Rylen suddenly spotted Mikasa knocking a Crusader to the ground, and the man stopped for a moment, his eyes a warning glare. They screamed 'flee or die'. Why he did not attempt to attack her right there he didn't know. Perhaps it was because he knew she wasn't particularly mean spirited at heart.
@SlashInfinite

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

"Well I got a room of my own if you two were to share." he reminded her. "But the pallet is welcome I suppose." Cerdic joked of course.
He grinned at the little fiasco between them, seeing something he had now grown used to seeing at times. "Sleep well." he bade her as she made her way away. If Hilde had spoken it aloud, he would have agreed that Isolde was a bit too used to civilized life in Altdorf.

He leaned forward in his chair. The Sergeant letting his thick hair fall forward a bit. "You don't have to sell me. I think we need Strickland as much as he needs us. You've got a point though, whether good or ill, this'll get people's attention. If we catch the bastard, I'm sure the Countess will want to look our way if nothing else."

He finished the last bit of his ale, and plopped the tankard down onto the wooden table. "Let's see him tomorrow and tell we're to join his campaign against this wizard. I'm sure he'll provide some shot for you. If nothing else, the gold crowns we're about to get will provide. I will not need to begin my employment until tomorrow night."

He knocked his fist against his chest twice and let out a silent belch within his closed mouth. "You do still have the item we are to transport, yes?" Referring to the enchanted powder.
@Austronaut

Blood, Steel, and Gunpowder (Austronaut & POOHEAD189)

"It's the only thing we have right now." Cerdic said, his handsome face grim and calculating as he gazed into the crowd, a considering look upon his face. "At least we're on the path to something. We can't forget our main goal, though. Not even the Witch Hunters will stop me from that." he promised.

"It's not like we're here to do any chaos bidding." Isolde said, wisely with her voice very quiet. She gave Hilde a look, a moment of understanding passing between them. She still had her reservations of Hilde from when she had found her over Lord Giblrecht's body a week ago. "No." Cerdic said. "But I think we all have seen how some things can be taken out of proportion and seen as something that it isn't."

Cerdic sounded particularly tired at the moment. Not physically however. He had faced Beastman, Chaos Champions, and a Dragon, and it had not been more than a week and a half. Not to mention the death of his men, the weight of the loss only lightening somewhat after time had passed.

Suddenly he realized that finally they were relatively safe, and if it had not been for his current determination, he would have felt much differently in the company of two such fine women. Briefly he looked at Isolde's lips and remember that kiss from a week ago hence, but he grunted it away. They might be in a city, but it still wasn't safe. They had to see this job done.

Then after that was done, he'd probably never see either of them again anyway. For what it was worth, he had grown to respect these two as traveling companions. He had no idea why, but their respect of his decisions was a bit important to him. Perhaps after his men's deaths, he felt nice that someone could count on him, and he them.

He placed the keys on the table for two rooms. "If you girls don't feel comfortable sharing a room, I could sleep out here. I'm sure Frankfurdt has that happen with drunkards anyway." He settled comfortably in his chair a bit and took another swig of Ale.
@Austronaut

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@FetzenVery well. That is one down.
I do know some others are still speaking however, so just letting y'all know.