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The Lord of the Rings: The Age of Men

So hype!

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I'm going on a 2 day trip, but when I return I'll get to switching my character and posting when I can. Sorry about the delays!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

@PennyI'll be gone for two days, but when I get back I'll be writing a longer post :)

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

Virgil Bartholomew

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.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic stepped over the last gnarled root of the forest, and found himself out of the Ostland treeline and within the crags of the Middle Mountains. The peaks loomed above him, and the boulders and lesser mounts that jutted out of the earth stood like watchful sentinels in the afternoon sun. He decided he should enjoy its warmth while it lasted. The clouds rolling in from the east threatened a storm.

The rugged youth turned around and held out a hand to help up his new companion, lifting her up easily if she took his offer. He was still unsure of his company. He'd never traveled, or barely even spoken to a beautiful courtesan before. He'd met this one once or twice in the courts of Wurzen. Despite his initial mistrust of her, he honestly didn't think she had anything to do with the count's death, just as he didn't. He was old fashioned, but even he wasn't going to shirk an adventure partner who knew how to duel simply because she was a woman. And how could he leave her behind to die?

They'd been lucky not to run into more than three Forest Goblins eating their dinner. Dispatching them quickly, the past two days had been quietly sneaking through the forest with the utmost care to keep away from roving herds of Beastman, and giant spiders.

"With luck, we'll get through the mountain passes in a day or two and end up on the Talabec," he breathed.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Imperial Soldier

Character Name:Cyrdic Becker

Gender: M

Age: 26

Career/Class:Soldier / Ex-Soldier

Weapons:

• Basket Hilted Broadsword
• Imperial Dagger
• Norscan round Shield (Took from his first felled enemy)
• Aged Pistol

Physical Description Cyrdic is tall and lean, but solidly built, standing an inch over 6 feet in height. His eyes are reminiscent of shaped wrought iron. His face is ruddy and echoes a youthful appearance, though battles and training had roughed him into the look of a mature soldier. He has quite the rugged quality about him. Two scars mar his face. One parallel to the bottom of his left eye, and another scraping across his right jawline. His legs are long and his his facial hair is only a coarse, 5'oclock shadow thanks to his knife. He's clad in fine and tough leather over a chainmail hauberk, with sturdy traveling shoes and a worn belt.

Mental Description/Personality: Cyrdic isn't a fool. He spent a year apprenticed to a Quartermaster (as punishment for recklessness) and learned how to read and write (to a degree). The best way to describe him would be a hardened, rough soldier at the brink of his youth. He'll use what he can in his disposal to win, though half the time it turns out he'll need to fuck someone up anyway. His fierce independence and rough nature can only be matched by his determination to survive. He's not tactically intelligent, but he has a sense of how battlefields shift and can command smaller troops with his powerful voice. He tends to have a take-no-shit (unless it's from a superior officer) lookout on life. He's amiable to certain people however, and will have a dry wit around those he enjoys (or to people he wishes he could be more honest with). While fighting and killing and marching has been his entire life, he's not particularly fond of being thrust into impossible situations and doesn't lack a healthy sense of self preservation. He's gotten quite tired of working for corrupt officers. He's a devout Sigmarite thanks to his upbringing, and has a hammer chained necklace upon his breast to signify this.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Heading to Middenheim to seek refuge. Here is a highly detailed 'google map' style look at the Old World.


And a more traditional one!

Mount and Blade Roleplay

I love Mount & Blade. Not sure about how much time I'll have, but my interest is piqued.

The Lord of the Rings: The Age of Men

This is gonna be good.