POOHEAD189

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

The Dawi are here. Mind if I use my old NRP sheet?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@BCTheEntityRegardless, but you can do it nonetheless and switch it up.

My Heart is on the Throne: An RP about love, ambition, politics and duty. INT CHECK

This seems neat if I have the time^^

Alien: Desolation (Accepting!)

Might make a young Engineer.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated Fallen Oh. Well don't beat yourself up. Still.

-Shia Lebouf

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

I'mma go with a hard core merc.

To Cure a Curse

His smile reached his eyes, causing them to close as he chuckled. "I've never considered the carnival. I've only heard tales of it," he admitted. Indeed the closest thing he'd seen of it was peddlars and entertainers in local village taverns attempting to make enough of an impression to get a room for a night. He was more glad that Rayadell had a teasing side to her.

Calanon turned to Brogach. "It's your decision old friend. Are you too tired for us?" he asked. Brogach shook his huge head slowly, and then nudged Calanon's head with his great snout. Calanon smiled in return, smoothing his truest friend's snout with his hand, and then he leaped upon Brogach's back. Once Rayadell was on, they were off.

The companions bounded out of the small forest and into the bright, sunlit fields. The day was warming up, the sky above them a vast blue sea with nary a cloud in sight. It made the huge mountains they now approached through the pass between the peaks seem insignificant in the scale of things. Still, despite the looming sun and it's incredible warmth, they could see small piles of snow halfway up the mountain as they entered the pass. A few miles ahead they would be beyond these mountains and into the northern marches proper.

Warhammer Fantasy NRP - OOC UP

LET'S DO THIS SCHMITT!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated FallenWhat you mean?

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

ℭ𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 ℜ𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯

Calanon unsheathed his sword, and used it to salute Kuma. The Goron seemed very brotherly, and had offered food. Calanon took it as a fine honor, knowing how hard food was to come by. Though of course, rocks weren't exactly uncommon. Perhaps they were where Goron's lived? He declined his and Keane's offer, though gave them both his thanks, and sheathed his sword in a flourish. Long years of practicing with the blade let him slip it into his sheath without so much as looking at it.

The comments from Kuma over the ground being ill confused him, but as he often felt a closeness to nature himself, he halted his next words and tried to 'feel' what the Goron meant. Until the words that had echoed in his mind earlier spoke out once more, calling his name and beckoning him inside the Tomb. Calanon did not need to be told twice. However, he was halted when the Shiekah showed herself, causing Calanon to turn and give an incredulous look. "???" was all that could really be discerned from his grunt of surprise when the lanky newcomer leaped over them and sped off faster than they could pursue or question.

Unsheathing his sword once more, he held his shield aloft and headed into the opening of the Tomb warily. To be honest, he was quite glad for the dangerous air about the place as he descended the stairs to reach the room within. Not because he lived for danger. But he had just given his greetings to his new companions, and he never knew how to continue conversations.