POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'll get something up tomorrow, peeps. Sorry for the delay, but what can I say? Brother's getting married and father's having days, amirite?

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

The sight of the comely stout lass nearly bouncing up and down trying to keep up with the tower that was Rannon probably looked comical to some. Gideon joined Feri, bounding to and fro and letting out sneezes as if he too was speaking to Rannon. The Warrior was, ironically, as stubborn as a Dwarf or a hound on the scent, and kept moving until he made it to the tent. The suggestion of getting into the Bann's manor wasn't something he'd thought of, but it seemed a bit too rogueish to bypass security to him unless absolutely necessary.

He made it into the tent, and to his surprise, Feri followed him into it as well and whispered to him in hushed tones. He blinked, and regarded her. He didn't know whether to feel flattered or not she wanted to make sure he was ok. Gideon sat behind her, his head up and attentive. A few of the Knights, Squires, and Men-At-Arms gave hushed whispers at the Mabari, as well as what they must have seen as Feri the 'mutt.' Rannon knelt down and ignored them. "I'll be fine. I promise-"

"Oi, what's she doing here?" one of the Knight's said, his short cropped red hair matching his newly grown beard. He looked less than amused. A few of the men seemed unenthusiastic about questioning a man's companion when he had the mark of honor which was a Mabari Hound striding by confidently, but another man pipped up and tried to get a few laughs. "You seem to have a stubby legged stray following you, lad. Might want to kick 'er in the rump and send her off back home."

That had Rannon standing up again, and turning to the man that gave the remark. "Pray to the Maker we don't get to fight, or I'll break off a piece of you and feed it to my actual dog." Rannon promised. Most of the men in the room weren't as young or large as Rannon (though he wasn't the only bruiser), but they were all hard fighting men, or at least learned in the blade. There were a few jeers and some wary looks. The man in question looked like he was about to retort before Gideon bared his teeth. Rannon's iron stare emphasized the threat, and the man backed down...for now.

The scarred young soldier turned back to Feri, and put his hands on his hips. "I think this is where I'm supposed to be. But something here doesn't smell right-" Curiously enough, Gideon was sniffing the ground at this exact moment. "I trust you in checking the town out. I'll try to gain an audience with the Bann here. But you're savvy enough to get things done discreetly." He then gave her a fierce grin. "Don't worry about me. I'll handle these guys. Take Gideon and look around, and you might want to get us a room-er, rooms." The slip of the tongue had him nearly stumbling over his words. "I doubt the bulk of the tournament will be today, so we'll meet tonight for drinks? Touch base?"
@MiddleEarthRoze

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@WendigoChanNo worries, that sounds fair to me.

A WHFB Sailing Adventure - Andreyich 'n' Penny

@Andreyich@PennyNot to be weird on y'alls thread but, Warhammer Fantasy needs more RP's and I am proud of this thread.

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

Virgil Bartholomew; Quartermaster

To the Confederacy, Raigar 7 was a backwater world only good for providing food in the forms of cattle and farmland for the sparse, neighboring systems. To Virgil Bartholomew, it was his hearth & home for much of his life. To say it was a quiet upbringing would be an underestimation of just how serene a agri-world is. Most folks who showed up 'round Raigar were either on their last legs with no better job prospects than the farmlife, or they were fleeing the law. Or, of course, they were natives.

Virgil grew up the oldest son of Nicholas Bartholomew, a restless man who seemed to pick up himself and his family and move on, whenever he felt his last job had lost its use to him. He got Virgil to help him with the chores and the moving, but Virgil himself got his own job at age 16 as a teamster for a wagon train. His robust mustache that made him instantly recognizable to his comrades was still a decade away, the young man fit and lean with a steely eyed gaze. His physique would help him well with his official job, however abruptly Virgil realized that his main concern on the wagon was guarding his and his team's life from raider attacks that frequented the roads. His poor living as a teamster turned out to be his side job, because his main source of income, he discovered, was the bounty's from the guns/equipment he would take off the dead raiders and travelers that were killed on road.

He'd keep a few for himself, learning the mechanisms and ammunition, how to reload and reassemble each type of firearm. Most were auto weapons, with a few lasrifles. Some explosives here and there. Stinger Grenades and Frags were the most common. By age 24, he decided to settle in a trading town called Saraceno where his father took the role of constable and he, along with his brothers, became the deputies. Already in the habit of it, he was additionally tasked with maintaining and keeping stock of the weapons and gears, confiscated or no. Laser weapons, plasma weapons once in a blue moon, more exotic explosives, as well as belt and rebreather gear. You name it.

Three years later, his father would step down and appoint Virgil constable. However the towns and roads had become so wild, Virgil took the mantle of Sheriff instead to give him a more localized role in keeping the peace. It would be five more years of patrol, jailing criminals, and when it was called for, gunfights, before the Valuar Empire decided to take a backdoor approach to the Confederacy of Man. An approach that sent them right into Raigar 7.

The first thing Virgil recalls when he thinks back to the invasion were the distant ships in the vast blue sky, and the approaching dropships filled with Valuar troops. Virgil and his brothers organized the defense of Saraceno and the connected cliffs and roads, conscripting many criminals whom he gave lenient sentences for in exchange for bolstering the militia forces. For three weeks the town fought back, Virgil receiving word the rest of the planet fought just as stubbornly. The Valuar Emnpire must have assumed an agri-world would be an easy take, but this was Raigar. It would take more than a skeleton force to conquer it.

Apparently deciding occupation was more costly than decimation, the Valuar eventually decided bombarded the planet from the Orbit. For an entire day, lasers the size of city blocks and nuclear devices detonated across the surface of Valuar. Virgil had led his survivors to the bunkers beneath the cliff the city nestled atop, and when they emerged, they were met with a blasted wasteland that could bear no cattle and grow no crops.

After taking months to ferry what citizens that didn't die from disease and exposure offworld, Virgil joined the Confederacy military, swiftly gaining the rank of Sergeant and serving with distinction until the war was over. Once it was, he had no more home and very little in the way of marketable skills besides weapons, law enforcement, and on-hands work. He decided for the former, because it not only allowed him to travel enough to keep his mind off the horrors he'd witnessed, but maybe he'd have another shot at killing some more Valuar as well. He joined up as the Quartermaster of a Merc crew.

@Jbcool

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@WendigoChanI believe beastmen are free, my friend.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@WendigoChanDoing a "Lizardman" faction would be a bit out of the lore so I am pretty against it. However, there is a Norscan-esque reptilian race called the Fimir. They're the size of trolls, with one eyes, turtle-like tough backs, and clubbed tails. They're one of the oldest followers of Chaos, and they're quite intelligent, though they usually just hide in bogs.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

@wxps350Unfortunate, but we understand. If you want back in at anytime, just say so.

@BangoSkankI do not believe anyone has taken a Tilea/Border Prince state yet, if you want it.

@GreivousKhan@Ezekiel@Willy Vereb@Madrigal@Andreyich How are y'alls sheets coming along?

Into The Dark: Harbingers of Ruin

HALLELUJIA! I'll check it and post soon!

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Still seeing if my schedule will allow, even if you have my interest.