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Era of Strained Détente

Phew, only 3 posts so far. Not too late!

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Well, Branack had demanded an answer and he indeed had been answered. But it left room for so many questions. The Enemy? Who would the enemy rightly be? It could not be the fallen maiar Sauron, sure as not. Sixty thousand Dwarves, as well as armies of men and elves even larger saw to it that the enemy was defeated in that last great battle. For some reason, the Dwarven army was hardly ever mentioned in tales this far south, or to the west. Perhaps it was because of his own people's secretiveness, or perhaps it was the failing of Men and Elves arrogance. More than likely it was a product of both.

Either way, it would take Sauron (if indeed it was him) to take physical form to even use the thing. No mortal could wield it, and Branack was still doubtful a lesser Maiar like Sauron at full strength had the power to do so. But even if he couldn't, it was Aule's anvil and a sacred artifact as far as Branack was concerned. He ignored the Elf's lack of manners for now, for they had a common enemy. That didn't keep him from showing Gweluon a look of contempt however, before he turned and departed.

He told them he'd meet them by the gate in the morning, and then marched out of the King's Hall, needing to find a place to sit quietly and mull over this distressing news that had been bestowed upon him. He needed a good pipe and some smoking tobacco, as well as a fine pint. The comforts of a bed was welcome, but not needed. He was forged by Aule himself, as hard as the mountain stone. It took more than a long march to make him yearn for the finer comforts.

He passed by the lass rummaging around in the mud, watching her do her thing until he cleared his throat. He signalled for her to follow him, and he trudged toward the Inn with his Military Pick hanging over his shoulder.
@Sigurd

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

Name:Gunter Harbark.

Age:37

Gender: M

Former Occupation: I AM THE LAW. Adeptus Arbites.

Equipment:

• Power Maul & Shield
• Combat Shotgun
• Carapace Armor
• Cyber Mastiff
• Rebreather

Notable Events:

• Never knew his homeworld. But he was trained just as all of the Arbiters were in the Senatorum Imperialis after having been handpicked from the Schola Progenium.
• Was appointed to the Segmentum Obscurus to route a Racketeering syndicate, personally leading the PDF into destroying the criminals.
• Undercovered a heretical cult while pursuing a string of mysterious trail of murders on another planet years later, executing the leader in a brutal confrontation.
• Was assigned to Elpos III not 2 years ago.

Time With Inquisitor: None yet

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Lacks@BCTheEntity@The ZAX@Fetzen@The Fated Fallen
Assume that Vanya had informed you all sometime earlier than another party member would be arriving, but would be late.

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

@DervishThat is quite presumptuous sir. I'll have you know I only kick packages when I feel like it.

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

*is a Fedex Courier*
*Foams at the mouth from the mention of UPS*

Star Wars: Revanchism [KOTOR era]

I'm wondering if I should make a Jedi, or go for my "Sol'id Fist" Mandalorian Bounty Hunter

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

My usual policy is if someone leaves, then their character becomes an NPC that will be used until they are dead, like what happened to Boomlovers character. BUT, if y'all want Arassel to be taken care of, like I said I wouldn't mind at all if @Fuzzybootz took her over. I would appreciate if you could give it your blessing, @Jbcool. I'd very much like Zin to stay, especially if you can't. I like both y'alls characters (and y'all as RPers in general).

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated FallenLmao. It's so good.
"Holy...did you just see that chick!?"
"Dude, she's fucking got 12 Gauge Curves. Jesus"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated FallenYes. Vanya has such thunder thighs that she has shotgun hips. Or as I like to call it, "12 Gauge Curves"