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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'll be making a post tonight or tomorrow. Also, bogs are swamps, so unless you wanna climb a rope thats 8 miles long over knee to waist deep water, I don't know how a rope would help

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

@AngelBites15I should be posting tonight :)

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

I probably will activate it. I will be on the lookout.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Markus might have been used to it by now, but it still effected him. The savagery of the Orcs would stick in his mind far longer than he'd enjoy. He saw good men that had been merrily drinking the other day now butchered like so much cattle. Hell, not an hour ago the day was bright and sunny, and these men and women were looking forward to getting their pay at the end of the day. Now...
He grunted as he hauled the last wounded man on the wagon. He was a burly ex-soldier with a bit of cloth wrapped about his head now. Markus himself could relate. He had to tie a bit of cloth to his head for the wound, though merely for pressure. It looked very much like a headband to him, his thick hair hanging over it.

He pulled himself up into the Wagon next to Valerie, aching all over and stinging from his wounds. He made sure not to look at her as she checked herself for her own wounds. The bumping of the wagon caused their bodies and heads to sway back and forth lightly as they set off, and he suddenly felt very much in need for a night in a secure location with plenty of ale.

His arms were crossed and resting on the crest of the wagon's side, Markus' chin atop his arms as he surveyed the forest that slowly became more and more sparse as their altitude rose. Valerie's question caught his ears. "I'm no expert, but I've heard stories." he breathed. "Orcs favor strength. Some tribes send out war parties to test their mettle against whatever they can find, to show they are worth something to their tribe. Sometimes they go out, and try to grab human prisoners to...-" He let that thought slide. "Other times, I believe they're looking for weapons. They can't forged steel well, but we can."

Another bump in the road, larger than most, brought Markus' attention for him to lift his head and gaze forward. He saw the gates of Hillglen over the treeline. Only another mile, it seemed. He allowed himself a small smile. He'd always liked the town. It was a frontier outpost, and a place where daring miners and adventurous hunters found refuge for a small bit. A few Knights of to slay great beasts also found the place to be a good starting point for rumors of such things.

The town's wall wasn't very tall. Only a head taller than an Ogre, but they were strong. The walls made of mountain stone, with some sea stone for good effect on the parapets, and the buildings within were a mixture of stone and hardy timber. Inside, a small barracks would be to the left, and further in would be the Tavern dubbed the Orc Ire and Dragonfire for the adventurers and travelers that flocked there. The Inn would be across the town three streets over. He wasn't entirely certain where these wagons would be heading, however. To see the Marshall perhaps, but he'd not met her before. He believed he recalled it being a her, though.
@Luminosity

The Lord of the Rings

Thurin Stoutarm

Thurin was humming a merry tune, though it had somewhat of a melancholy to it. He was simply enjoying the warmth and the softness of the grass, as well as the mild water while it lasted. The Dwarf could survive so many things, but he wasn't one to pass up the comforts (as long as it wasn't girly Elf comforts). He simply slipped his hands into the water and padded down his dirt covered face and arms, just to relieve himself a bit.

"Hmmm?" was heard escaping his throat when he heard Ofnir and the Elven bard Aelin conversing. Despite the comfort of the place, he was still quite suspicious of it and didn't like the idea of toying with anything about the nature of this strange glade. He got to his feet and looked about, watching the Elf go over to the side to explore some sound that-
Thurin's eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips as he thought he heard something. "What is that?"

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@VorLuminosity is quite busy and decided she couldn't. Icepezz WILL, but she is also busy and overwhelmed atm so she hasn't posted yet. Crystal just hasn't been online since he/she has said "yes" to this XD

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@Vor@AssallyaHmmm, I'm wondering if you know anyone else on the site that enjoys Forgotten Realms?

The Otherworld: Faerie Light™

Ok, I'm thinking I might have some time to check this out now haha.

To Cure a Curse

Calanon did his best to remain attentive and to keep his eyes on Rayadell and the Carishes. Up until they began talking about their daughter, and it was then he needed to look at his soup, for throughout the ordeal he had been shoveling it into his mouth (politely, though). It was the soup. He could see how Merek wanted to gulp it in one go. It was quite delicious.

His dark brown eyes lit up and he glanced upwards at the proclamation of what they were trying to locate however. He lifted his head up and wiped his mouth with a cloth as he listened. At first he might have been a bit skeptical on how they could gather the information of the location of something no one else could find. But they did prove they were good at finding out many things not a minute earlier, so he supposed he believed them.

A talisman that cures all ailments? He suddenly went from curious, to having a darkened mood to his visage as he thought of the curse that ailed him. He sighed, one hand idly running over his marked arm. The Elf nodded, resolution dawning on his face. "I'll go." he told them. "Payment I don't need, if you would rather not provide."

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

A contest means that there is the silly possibility of elves winning.

@Andreyich

You....I like you.