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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

You might say he got the Schaft.

ily dude

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

thinking on what to make...

Middle-Earth: The Fifth Age

Thurin Stonewrought III, of Durin's Folk

The Mûmakil and it's host, as well as the various Elves and Halfling on their great steeds were easily seen from far off, loping along the fields of Pelennor. Their numbers and beasts of burden stood out for the guards posted at Minas Tirith to see for many miles off. It was quite a different story with Thurin and his folk. Though broad of shoulder and body, the Dwarfs were short enough to nearly have their knees covered by the tall grass.

No steeds to bear them, nor servants to haul their supplies, they carried their packs without complaint. Their legs sturdy and moving inexorably forward as they hummed a Dwarvish tune to keep their spirits strong, and to celebrate their arrival after a long journey.

"The world world was young, the mountains green,
No stain yet on the Moon was seen,
No words were laid on stream or stone,
When Durin woke and walked alone.
He named the nameless hills and dells;
He drank from yet untasted wells;
He stooped and looked in Mirrormere,
And saw a crown of stars appear,
As gems upon a silver thread,
Above the shadow of his head-"

Thurin in particular enjoyed this tune. It gave the Dwarf warrior great pride. To know that Durin, the father of his people, was a pathfinder; an adventurer like himself. Oh, he no longer sang it with glee as he did a wee lad. But it gave some extra vigor to his muscles on this last walk toward their destination. The music halted when they found themselves upon the footsteps of Rammas Echor, having been newly forged by the Dwarves themselves after the battle of Pelennor centuries past. Newly forged by Dwarf reckoning, that is.

"Look upon the work, lads." Grungi said, one of the older Dwarf Guards. He felt his hands along the exquisitely carved and laid stonework. "The world of men is kept strong by our craft." Thurin placed his hand on his hips, letting his walking Axe lean upon the wall, and he nodded in solemn agreement. "Aye, and now it shall stand by the strength of our arm and the skill of our axes before this is through, mark me."

"Baruk Khazâd," the others muttered in agreement, before they hefted their packs again and took the long, winding journey up to where the group of Men, Elves, and Halflings had gathered. "So many Elves," one Dwarf said. "Here I thought there weren't that many left."

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

There were various murmurs of unrest and questions as the companions walked into the overarching Temple area. Warriors and Mercenaries looking for forgiveness of their past sins were not uncommon, but it seemed an armed entourage was. Of course, the priests maintained a certain composure, and many seemed to hide surprise well. People from all walks of life seemed to be either praying unheeded around the Mercs, or were looking their way.

As Kayden halted him and the group at the center of the 'courtyard', he contemplated on whether he should travel to the back where the EverGod worship resided, or go left to Bael's shrine. He looked positively pensive as he stood, rubbing his fine chin as he pondered.
"May I be of service?" a priest asked Kayden and his group. He looked quite frail, with a balding head and thin limbs. Kayden was fit and had a swordsman's physique, but musclebound was not something you'd use to describe him, and it looked as if he could push the priest and break him if he so chose.

"Apologies for our intrusion," Kayden said, hands on his hips as he regarded the priest. The man wore unremarkable robes, not signifying any single deity. "We're looking to have some of our equipment blessed, or for some holy water, if that is permissible."

"May I ask why?" The Holy man asked.

"I'm afraid that we would need to speak privately for that information. Tis important business that would only burden you. But I am willing to give a donation to the Temple very soon, as well."

"Are you attempting to purchase holy favor, sir?" he asked, skeptically.

"No, I would give a donation regardless. Though if your holy workings do not work, I might perhaps be too deceased to give any donations. I'd rather not be." Kayden replied.

As the two conversed, the low mutterings of solemn prayers filled the chamber once more, as well as some menial talks between certain members of the priesthood and of the visitors. The marble floor made footsteps quite audible, even the slow moving ones of the elderly. Between the companions, there were statues of Gods, along with pools of water beside them one could drop coins in for donations. There was Fineki, the God of Luck. Bael, the Righteous God of Justice. Guandet, the stalwart God of Civilization and Defense. Galena, Goddess of Peace and Diplomacy. Maestus, God of skill. Solomon, God of Knowledge. Wulfric, God of Winter and Battle, as well as Seradwyn and Selene, Goddesses of Magic and Beauty. If any wished to pray or donate, now was the time.

Kayden seemed to have made some headway with the priest, for the man was now leading Kayden (and all who wished to follow) over to a table that had various holy items and vials, stacked and organized for usage. Pendants with the favors of the Gods hung loosely over water blessed with holy prayers, beside brooches and statuettes (smaller versions of the statues one could pray to).
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"Name? No name! Your size alone screams at my memory!" the merchant sputtered, and then scuttled back over to his desk like the hermit crab he seemed to emulate. "Now when you have the coin, the ring you shall have as well. Is how business works, no?" He said as Nuva exited the small shop he had spent the majority of the morning in. The Sun beat down on Nuva at the center of the sky, showing him it was indeed very close to noon.

The journey to the Northern gate would not take long, sending him going through a few smaller marketplaces and establishments, as well as various housing areas that looked quite expensive, with two story buildings of well thatched roofs and stone bases. After about fifteen minutes, Nuva made his way into the bustling Northern gate that was open for all to enter and leave, though Guardsmen were posted up top to watch.

At the gateway, there was a dancing gypsy banging her curious musical instrument. Beside her was a man selling traveling supplies. However, opposite of them on the left side of the large gateway was a somewhat burly man merely standing by the gate, leaning as if waiting for something.
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Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

Ok folks, everyone except Lady T I'll want to have something done before Saturday.

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

@TangletailYou can do your own thing (within reason). Just know that it's very rare for thief guilds to control cities or major interests, and even when they do, it's of course not spouted to the public.

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

Generally I just call my Khajiit 'Landstriders' but, you do you.

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

@JollanIt'd be easier for me if you had specific questions lol. And yes, you can post as much as you want between my updates as long as there's no double posts.

I should be updating on the morrow, anyway.

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

If anyone would know, it'd be Dervs imo.

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

@JbcoolNice. I was mostly referring to Jeyma making a pilot and an engineer. I'd think they should be exclusive, even if say, a pilot has engineering skills just in case.