POOHEAD189

The Sunday Group

@POOHEAD189 The LOZ one. I was the Zora and the ancient robot. You were the hylian ranger.

@jasonwolf

YES! Baklava's RP! Ok I thought so.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Ok still deciding on a character, but I am here.

The Sunday Group

I almost instinctively wanna say Manny is the ranger just because I've written with Pooh before.

@jasonwolf

If we're going by TV Tropes terms, Manny would either be the Ranger or the Lancer, though you're probably right with the Ranger assumption. Also chalk this down to my ear infection from my trip and the dizziness that accompanies it, but remind me what RP we did before? I know I RPed with you, just forgot the specific one.

Also Manny probably has a very similar life to Morgan, only with a more human life expectancy. He's been freelancing for a long ass time, but probably joined the group round about 4 years ago.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Ladies~
I'm back!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Muffled calls of 'casting off!' were heard in the background as Cyrdic and Camilla soaked in the barge they'd be spending the next week on.

It was larger than the Imperial Pride, and made for river defense. But as noted from earlier, no true guns and very little in the way of defense other than manpower. Cyrdic then took the liberty of gazing at the crew, both merc and sailor. True enough, they didn't look particularly impressive, but he could tell some of the men were experienced by the way they carried themselves, and their ragged looks could be deceiving. He'd certainly seen worse men at the helm of the ship or with a sword in hand.

Cyrdic nodded for Camilla and he to head up top, and they stepped up the creaking steps of the ship to its castle to see what are there they could sleep in. He felt a tinge of disappointment he and Camilla couldn't have a private place to sleep. They had just gotten past their awkward and confusing feelings, and it didn't sit right with him that he couldn't spend more time with her. But, they were on guard duty. He supposed it was good fortune there'd be less distractions when concerning that, for the sake of the job.

Now that he was up at the height of the barge castle, he could see far down the river as the ship set sail. Wind billowed, tossing his hair back as he gazed at the forested riverlands they were about to traverse westward.

"Keeping a lookout, eh?" Reiner called from down below to Cyrdic. The Ostlander couldn't tell if he was having a go at him, or being serious. "Good thinking! Never know what you're going to find out here. But I'm fairly certain we're safe in the harbor."

"Oui, très impressionnant," one of the mustached mercenaries who was making his bed muttered in Brettonian, and the sarcasm in his voice was not lost on Cyrdic.

He ignored them mostly, iron eyes gilded in the sunlight. He stood vigilant and alert like a hunting wolf.
@Penny

The Sunday Group

Also, I am back from my trip! Which means more and longer posts!

The Sunday Group

Yeah I was gonna say. Chic has that in mind from the start.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

While I'm of the contention shit posting should only be for the spam section, Sleeping might have gone a tad too far, but she said we should drop it and that's probably the best thing to do.

*insert random political topic*

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic snorted at Camilla's comment, and shook his head at the man for not having taken the quip for what it was. Muscled arms crossed, he turned around and gazed back at the streets Altdorf. He regretted them not having time to explore the capital of the Empire, but duty was duty, after all. Or I guess it's 'business is business' now that I sell my sword, he thought wryly.

Cyrdic was certain he and Camilla could sit here for days hearing Bonhoff pontificate over all of their free company's procedures, but they had a city to go to. "Well, now that we're here maybe the lad could swab the deck as we set sail, eh?"

He wasn't a stranger to rough treatment for younger recruits. He'd been on the shit end of that philosophy more than once, and had used it on younger troops himself. But an hour seemed like it must have taught this young kid a lesson. Cyrdic knew the main deterrent for failing again was how you've lost the respect of your fellow soldiers, anyway. Rather than the punishment that was given.

"So anxious to go, are you?" Bonhoff said, hacking a wet laugh that ended with him spitting off the ship.

"Captain!" Cyrdic called outloud, his voice full of strength and control. It echoed along the enclosed space of this side of the docks. "Are we going to go or should I grow a beard first?"
@Penny

Between the hammer and the anvil

Kayden stepped past the dripping, recently dressed Bergoda and headed into the quaint little room where the bath was held. The walls were stone and the roof was wooden, probably because the room was mainly used for storage below. Being in the castle proper would have led to every inch being made of stone. Only pragmatic and defensible that way.

He had dearly hoped that new water would be drawn for each bath, and to his delight he was correct. Not that he cared too much, at least not as much as his old self. The younger Prince Kayden would have scoffed at the very notion of getting himself unnecessarily dirty, but after having led sellswords for a few years, he did what he had to, when he had to.

The water was warm and the soap was real, and he made sure to scrub every inch of himself. The dungeon had been dark, grimey, and grim. He washed all of that away, and when he emerged from the tub he was clean in mind and body. Placing on leather trousers and a linen shirt that made him look more like a fit, handsome young farmer rather than the dashing adventurer he was, he set off up the stairs. He stopped beside the group, still rubbing his thick hair with a cloth. "Who's next lads?"