POOHEAD189

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Good thing the entire score had not come to fight them. The companions were too tired and too drenched to do as well as they did last time. The number against them was two to one, and though numbers were on the pirate's side, they hadn't counted on reinforcements for the prisoners.

Cyrdic fought like a wounded wolf, snarling and moving on instict, his sword flashing to and fro. He stabbed and chopped, running another pirate through and shoving the dying man to the sand as the prisoners streamed past them. The young girl's two bodyguards halted however, picking up fallen swords and joining Cyrdic, Ivan, and Camilla in a counter offensive. They fought like they were born to the sword, and the aggressive attack stunned the pirates, who were swiftly cut down where they stood.

Ivan gave a laugh, boasting these pirates were simple brigands. "Ihve faught muach werse, my friends" he said, looking almost disappointed at the lack of sport once the other two prisoners had joined the fray. Cyrdic shook his head, and then thanked the two captured soldiers who had come to their aid.

"Anything to protect the lady Todbringer," one said, giving a nod in return. Cyrdic was about to call and cast off, but he blinked and looked at the guard with amazement. "Who?" He asked incredulously.

"All will be explained in full, but let us get to safety first." the other replied, and they managed to cast off with the rescued men and women, as well as the remaining companions.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

At the risk of starting something (well...guess that is the point), what is your opinion on patriotism?

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"What, by Ulric?" Cyrdic hissed, perplexed at Camilla's sudden disappearance. He was about to shout he didn't understand, but he realized shouting was not the best option at the moment. He cursed again, and then remembered the girl and whirled to face the sacrilegious questioning. He was on the brink of whether he should run or go and aid the prisoners. Luckily, the decision was made for him when a very real gunshot was heard from across the bank.

He's definitely question Camilla once he saw her again. The broad shouldered man had at once realized that as soon as the firearm had been discharged, the score of men had turned to look at him. He froze, and then suddenly shouted 'they're over there!' towards the eastern shore, not away and not toward where the actual noise had happened. With that, he hunkered down and sped as fast as he could around the small hillock, crouched.

He popped his head up when the land sloped up, much closer to the makeshift gallows. He gazed around, and only saw one man milling about to watch the prisoners. Cyrdic hustled over to him, acting very much out of breath, pointing toward the shoreline. "Orcs!" He claimed, causing the man to look at him with fear. "What? Greenskins, here?"

He didn't have time to finish his thought before Cyrdic walloped him across the head. The man fell like a poleaxed-ox. With that done, Cyrdic took out a long knife and began undoing the straps on the prisoners. "Quiet" he told them. They thanked him by Ranald, Taal, and Sigmar, but he scolded them to keep calm and silent as he freed them. Once he reached the three up top, he freed the young girl first.

"Oh Ulric, thank you sir," she wheezed, tears streaming down her cheeks. The young woman embraced Cyrdic. "Be strong, young one," one of the other prisoners next to her said. The two next to her looked almost as muscled as Cyrdic, with bushy beards and hard eyes. He knew a fellow veteran soldier when he saw one. They were about a decade older than he, with skin like leather.

"Follow me," he told them. Cyrdic had almost believed this had gone without a hitch, before he heard a cry from the village. "Traitors! Men, the prisoners are escaping!"

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"Well long legs," Skaldi said nonchalantly to Camilla as he held Gilbrecht in one, muscled arm. "There's yer Manling." The Dawi nodded toward the shoreline, and 6 people ran straight for the shore as Cyrdic guarded their flanks, his broadsword flashing and blocking spear and cutlass thrusts from pursuing pirates. A gunshot went off, and one of the fleeing prisoners fell into the sand, dead.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic shook his head, confusion warring with suspicion was writ upon his face. He didn't know how to answer Camilla, but he intended to find out. "Keep your voice quiet," he whispered to her, his eyes locked on the slender man that stood before the crowd. He saw the leader turn, and display his hands outward as if summoning a great daemon.

"Hear me, brothers! Only by the light of Heldenhammer can we take back this land from the heretic and apostates! We shall not linger from our vigilance." His hawk eyed gazed fell upon the remaining prisoners. "Nor our punishments." With that, the hung men were cut from their ropes, and their bodies were dragged toward a makeshift pyre. What in the hell is going on, Cyrdic wondered? All of his life, he'd worshiped Sigmar, as any empire man would. Yes, he worshiped Ulric as well, and occasionally called upon Taal's guidance, but among those deities, Sigmar was the most enlightened. These...pirates dare preach in his name?

"We're going to find out the truth of it," he said to her, his voice filled with a dangerous edge despite his calm reserve. He didn't want to wantonly kill people that hadn't shown themselves as hostile. That is, until the men had dragged up three more prisoners. Among them was a young girl, no more than fourteen years old, by the looks of it. The lean leader slapped her across the face when she struggled, and Cyrdic had seen enough.

"Please!" She cried as she was yanked into a standing position. "Shallya's mercy! I've done no wrong!"

"Confess, slut!" He roared back, the flame of his torch so close to her it singed the bangs of her hair. Camilla could see Cyrdic's hand inching toward his aged pistol.
@Penny

Well, hello there!

*walks in*
*squints*
Hello...brother.

Approaching the Guild's 10 year anniversary

Gentlemen! Welcome to the Roleplay Guild.

1st Rule of the Guild... In real life, you do not talk about Roleplays.
2nd Rule of the Guild... You do not. talk. about Roleplays.
*silence*
3rd rule...if people don't post in the IC or the OOC, the roleplay is over.
4th rule of the Guild. Don't overcrowd a collab.
5th rule. One collab at a time, fellas
*general laughter*
6th rule. No double posting, no trolling, no insults. Don't be a dick.
7th rule...roleplays will go on as long as they have to.
And the 8th and final rule, if you've just submitted a character sheet...you have to post.

Hider

Been wanting to write this for awhile. Seemed appropriate here.

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

@POOHEAD189 That is a big shame. And I was just looking forward to how Nuva might go about outmaneuvering and defeating a troll. I suppose it can't be helped, though; if you have any other games you're running, do tell me about them.

@BCTheEntity

@POOHEAD189 I'd lie to you if I'd say that I wouldn't be disappointed by this turn of events. I've probably spent more time on the two attempts it took to create my character and get it accepted than on actually playing him and the heap of utter disappointment I had to face this week already was miles high. However participating in another GM's RP is a privilege, not a right -- so I'd like to thank you for the very short, but pleasureable time in this RP and hope that the other one I'm in won't fall victim to similar circumstances.

@Fetzen

I do apologize, and if there's other games I am running, I will let you know. You two are good RPers.

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

Belay that sirs. As much as I'd hate to say it, for awhile now I've been debating on what I should do with the thread. I know I was thinking of keeping the RP going, but unfortunately I'll need to disappoint a few of you. I feel as if it's had a good run, but I've been mostly winging it recently, and while I do like all of you (and respect a few of you highly) I do have other ideas I am more comfortable with going for. Other RP's, original writing, etc.
So, and I dislike putting this down on a post because I am about to sleep and I'm thinking "maybe tomorrow I'll feel differently," but I am ending the RP.
I know it seems like it came up suddenly, but I did not want to beat around the bush and lead you guys on. It's been going for a literal year, actually. Long ass time for a roleplay. And I definitely intend to do something akin to this again at some point. But with my recent addition of RL stuff, and my other ideas taking precedent over this RP, it'd best I do this rather than giving you guys a mediocre game.
@Tangletail@Jollan@BCTheEntity@rush99999@Fetzen@MiddleEarthRoze
I hope it's not a huge loss for you guys. I've loved RPing with you all.

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

@MiddleEarthRoze

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

Rannon watched her leave with Gideon, and then blinked when he caught himself staring. He sighed, and clenched his teeth within his closed mouth. He groaned lightly, like a dissatisfied hound. He realized he enjoyed her smiling at him a bit too much, which in turn had him thinking that he was starting to fancy her. The thought had him shaking his head, and he scolded himself to focus. This wasn't the time for that. Nothing would come of it anyway, you're going to bring Loghain to justice, then you're going to...

Rannon couldn't help but sigh a second time. He didn't plan on living long after that mission was complete. Why complicate things? And why hurt a perfectly nice...sweet girl. He'd have to keep a rein on his budding desires, and focus on the task at hand. Fortunately, the thought of Loghain brought a bit of fierce anger to him. Rannon never showed too much outward emotion, but even the subtle fire in his eyes would have been noticable to someone who cared to look.

A stout man with wide shoulders strode into the tourney tent, a resplendent tabard upon his breastplate and a full helm was in his hands. He sported an impressive, drooping mustache. "Alright, you lads are here to sign up for the tourney I take it?" He asked, rhetorically. "Right, well too bad for all of you. We can't make the Grand Melee a full scale, battle. So some of you lot won't make it to the field tomorrow. You'll do what we call preliminaries. You'll draw slots, and fight in single combat just once. Every winner makes it to tomorrow's fight. All losers get the hell off the field, or you'll get hurt. Is that understood?"

'Yes's and 'Aye's were heard all around. "Well come on then. We'll get this going," he said, placing down the full helm on the center table. Inside were small pieces of parchment, each with numbers on them. Rannon found himself near the middle of the line, and once he made it to the fore, he reached in to find he was number 19. It didn't take him long to find out who he was facing today. His eyes fell upon his opponent, who just happened to be the loud mouth from earlier.

The red haired Knight snorted at the twist of fate, boasting about how he could teach Rannon a lesson. Rannon hadn't been listening. He just stared at the man hard, and then strode out into the tourney field, where all the fighters began filtering out of the tent towards. The sky was blue and bright, and the tourney grounds was well tilled, with good, flat soil. Rannon took a position at the right, nearer the town.

It took less than five minutes for the competitors to get ready, and it was at the yell of the Master-of-Arms that the swords were drawn. Rannon held his large two handed blade at the ready, point toward his opponent. The Knight before him had a low guard, and when the 'ring' sounded, their blades met with a clash of steel at the center. The Knight leaped to the side, hoping to feint with a stab before sweeping his blade upwards.

Rannon half turned to send his hilt to knock aside the stab, but he saw the feint for what it was a fraction before it was revealed, using his blade to knock the man's sword down and into the dirt. Rannon's hilt slammed into the Knight's face, sending him staggering. He whipped his sword around faster than Rannon anticipated, leaving a cut along Rannon's cheek, but it didn't stop the young soldier from banging him atop the head with the flat of his blade, ending the fight with a resounding 'clang.'

The other fights did not last much longer, and when the preliminaries were done, Rannon simply sheathed his sword and left the field, giving a nod to the Master-At-Arms, who smiled to him and asked him and the other winners to stay so he could lay down tomorrow's ground rules.

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That night, Rannon strode into the Inn's common room just as Feri was giving up hope of him showing up. He had a very fresh cut on his cheek, but other than that he looked fine. He gave her and Gideon a smile as he strode over to them and grunted when he sat down. "I'm starving," he said bluntly, giving Gideon a scratch behind the ears. "You two get stuff done?" He looked to Gideon as he asked, but then his eyes met Feri's, hinting he was asking what had happened while he'd been fighting.