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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

When her hand fell on his arm, he stiffened, but only for a moment. He felt oddly exposed in here, at least when he first walked in. The lack of rain and wind was almost deafening, but he knew this place likely saved them for the time being. He took off his soldier's coat, and tossed it onto the ground. "I don't know if I have mine either," he admitted, and knelt down to look through his pack. Moments passed, and thankfully he found them. But they were soaked. Almost everything in his pack was.

He found a rag that seemed relatively dry, and immediately he began wiping down his broadsword to keep it from rusting. Her comment on the light brought some clarity in the form of lightning, and Cyrdic glimpsed the strange, ethereal room they found themselves sheltered within. Great statues of warriors he could only guess were Elves stood at the ready at the head of the room. One of them had been cloven in twain, however.

He turned, and saw desks and strange devices made of exquisite wood, carved almost delicately. Two chests were within the room, as well as a central chest at the center, upon what looked like a sepulchre carved from the mountain stone. "I don't know..." he replied to her question. He'd never met an Elf, and had only seen a Dwarf a handful of times. But even he knew the two races got along as well as Imperials and Brettonians.

Dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. He let out a haggard breath, and realized some of the rain water had gone down his throat when the door had opened. He cleared his throat, and gripped his sword. Taking one of the strange devices made of wood, he hacked it apart in one swipe. The wooden bits fell onto the floor, and he gathered them up, and began doing his best to dry his flint and steel, before he attempted to create a fire for them.

"Check in my pack, there's some jerky in there." He told her as he worked. "It's Nordland stock. I'd give-" he jerked as he caused sparks to fly, and he chuckled at the small success. Still no fire though, "-my left leg for some good Talabecland Deer Jerky, but Nordland stock is not bad." As an afterthought, he added "bit tough though" as a warning.

The room was certainly odd, an almost alien in majesty and perception. But Cyrdic was nothing if not pragmatic. They needed food and warmth first. Still, the curiosity of where they were still nagged even his bullheaded brain. "Good job finding the room," he told her gruffly. When the fire sparked to life, he fell onto his rump, and ran a hand through his brown, matted hair in satisfaction.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic had pressed forward like the draft-horse he was often compared to on campaign, eyes steeled and youthful visage grim against the weather. He wasn't as agile as the beauty he traveled with, but he had steady feet and kept to it best he could through the uneven crags and torrents of water spilling down the mountains around them. His thoughts were more concerned with keeping course, and keeping his companion safe.

Not out of any feelings or desires any man might have with Camilla. I'll need to get used to calling her that, he thought. Sigmar knew he thought she was pretty, but it wasn't that... He had almost grinned when she insisted on him referring to her as her name. It made him feel like he was actually traveling with a comrade rather than the damsel she seemed. At the end of the day, that was what mattered. He was a military man, and he looked after his comrades.

He was broken out of his staunch reverie by her screaming his name, and whirled, expecting danger. It took him a moment to calm and realize what she'd found. He approached through the soaked, broken rocks and found himself standing next to her, looking at a strange device. "Stand back!" he roared over the maelstrom, and felt along the stone work around what he guessed was a pipe. He'd seen a few used for sewage in the few cities he'd visited.

His callused hands rubbed along the coarse stonework, until they ran over something smooth and intricate. Immediately he traced along it, bending down to see where it would lead. His vision was blurred by the rain, but he felt he could see what looked like a design upon the rock, moving left. He sidestepped and followed it, approaching the next bluff. He halted before he made it to the jutting rock. The sudden stop made his feet skid over the stone ground below, but he caught himself on an outstretched stone. He grabbed it automatically, and to his surprise, the stone held for only a moment. Then the weight of his hand sent it hanging limply from the mountain like a broken branch.

"What in the hell?" He muttered, before a torrent of water from above gushed over him, drenching him as if he had just submerged into a pool. He was temporarily blinded, and did not see the door before him initially open. Once he wiped his eyes and hair, the broad shouldered Imperial was starring at a dimly lit corridor, uniform in design, with ornate carvings and designs laid about in patterns within. He didn't even think, and turned to pull Camilla in with him, stepping into the stuffy, but very dry shelter they now had.
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Knights of the Imperium: Avatars of War

Maybe it's just the power that comes with fighting from inside a mini-Titan, but this is very interesting for me. I'm in, if anyone else is.

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Same

Infamy and Misfortune

Intersted!

Hi, I'm BACK!

Welcome back!

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

I'd rather someone else be leader lol. Not because of Bishop, but just the character. Seems more like a specialized muscle.

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

His head covered with his Arbites helm, only his near constant scowl could be seen. As a Judge, he was used to riding and piloting various types of vehicles in his relatively long career. However, flying happened rarely, and he had never ridden in a Thunderhawk before. He was not overly fond of the ride, and though he did not complain, he growled when he heard they were in for a rough landing on the mountains.

"Emperor's Mercy," he complained, and held on as they hurtled towards the planet and skidded across the ground like a thrown civilian. Herold gritted his teeth and held on with all of his considerable strength, though he bucked and jarred until they completely stopped. He thanked his patron God when he realized the Thunderhawk remained in one piece, at least for now.

He stood up rigidly, and despite the hair-raising landing, moved methodically as if it was all routine. He collected his weapons and met the Sororitas when they were all prepared. He was ready to get out of here to say the least, mostly because of the capacity for an explosion from the Thunderhawk.

"Ma'am," he acknowledged, and hefted his Combat Shotgun as he advanced towards the Taurox, fully intending to man the Hunter Killer Launcher. However, if his co-pilot did not have experience driving a Taurox, he supposed he would need to. He'd always had a calm and steady hand in tense situations. Then again, that might be what was best for the weapon of large destruction they would be driving around. "Drive or fire?" he asked Adrianne as he marched.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Adeptus Arbites

Name: Herold Altega

Appearance: Herold is broad shouldered and thickly muscled, though his body is more trim and wiry than what one might expect from the term "musclebound." His statuesque and powerful form belie his tactical knowledge and quick mind. He walks and thinks like an apex predator when on the move, striding powerfully but taut, as if he could pounce at any moment. He rarely removes his helmet in front of others, but when he does most would think him not unhandsome. Perhaps a bit rugged and rough with the short, tousled brown hair and storm blue eyes. When out of combat gear, he still tends to wear his military grade loose fitting pants and utility belt, albeit with a plain shirt.


Age: 32

Sex: M

Class: Arbitrator

Equipment: (Guns, armor, grenades/etc-If you are not sure or if it's questionable, please send me a PM.)

• Carapace Armor
• Shock Maul
• Combat Shotgun
• Hydraphur Pattern Suppression Shield
• Autopistol
• Rebreather
• Utility belt
• Frag grenade

Notable Deeds:

• Cartel Bust: Was apart of an Arbitrator Squad that busted down an illegal smuggling operation in the Forge World Ilios, dispatching multiple assailants and capturing the leader's second personally after fighting him in close combat.
• Crime of Abstraction: Was promoted to Sergeant, and sent after one of his comrades who had committed the crime of Abstraction and extortion on the world of Dalheim. Sorkal Nielson, the Arbitrator in question, saw fit to go after innocents who he had perceived as gang members, extorting them of their money to get information from them. Herold found, fought, and defeated Sorkal, taking him in to be tried by the true court of law.
• Xenos Threat: Helped defend Dalheim from a small Ork incursion that had been manipulated into attacking by the Eldar. Received a large scar along the left side of the face and nearly losing an eye after one particular struggle with an greenskinned Xeno. He was tasked with keeping Order with the citizenry as the PDF forces went to fight the Xenos, but some made it into the city and was confronted by Herold. He slew four. He witnessed an Eldar in the slums of the city and reported it, helping the Governor's administration to find information that put two and two together to show the threat was devised by the ancient Xenos.
• Heretic Slaying: Assigned to the planet Sovereign due to reports of cultists. Herold has 17 confirmed cultist kills and 6 confirmed arrests since his time arriving planetside. Half of them occurring during his investigations when he found a cultist meeting place below a Warehouse for Imperial armor parts, surprising them with a grenade, proceeding to two to death, before making a tactical retreat and gunning multiple cultists down as they attempted to escape through the only unblocked exit.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"No, Fraulien," he began, then questioned his choice of addressing her. Sigmar knew he wasn't used to speaking with higher class people, save for his military superior. "Er, your ladyship I mean. We'll not climb them. There should be a pass through the mountains going south. Once we get through it, Wolfenburg will be to our left and Middenland will be to our right, but there's a dark forest we'd need to cut our way through if we chose that route to Middenland."

Images of Goblins riding on Spiders the size of houses crossed through his mind, but he shook those dark thoughts away. No need to scare the lady. "So instead we'll go straight south. Board passage on the River Eiskalt by Wolfenburg, hit the Talabec and go east. We'll be much closer to Middenheim then. Or Marienburg for that matter..." Cyrdic trailed off, and ran a thumb over the fresh cut on his cheek, courtesy of one of the Goblins he killed.

He'd never been to Marienburg. Sigmar, he'd never been to most of the Empire, much less outside of it. Ostland, Ostermark, Nordland...where else? Damned if I take the effort to recall now. Get your ass moving, he scolded himself. Immediately his mind whirled back to the task at hand, his iron eyes steeled once more. The horn that blasted behind them only punctuated his point. "Follow me," he told Camilla, and hefted his pack and weapons as he moved forward ahead of her. The young Ex-sergeant had been worked like an Ox for most of his life, in his father's shop, and then as a soldier. Marching was one skill he could do.

The towering Mountains closed in around them as they waded into the passes deeper. At first Cyrdic felt at ease to be out of the forest, yet soon he found the lack of visibility beyond a slope of one of the peaks almost suffocating. The Thunder just above them was the nail in the coffin, and soon it began to rain, pounding down harder than a Brettonian cavalry charge. He pushed onward, his brown hair matting. To their left, small rocks began to skid, and then crumble to roll down the mountain. Nothing too dangerous, but it served as a warning they needed to find shelter, and soon.
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