POOHEAD189

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March 4th
Brown Eyes
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(decided to do both)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

As long as you let me know, I always give leeway!

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Yes, you might need to post in the interest again. It was only by happenstance I found this.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

I've been back for a few days! Just been a bit busy in settling in. I have plenty of time now to get a reply in.

@MacabreFox

I was JUST about to post I'm excited for us to keep it going

'Misthophoroi' - A Sci-Fi Mercenary RP

I shall post this weekend.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Reiner had collected himself well enough, seeing the monster as just another thing to kill once the mystery of what had stopped the barge was solved.

"Load and aim!" He called, as men scurried and shakily aimed their weapons at the monster. Crossbow bolts thudded into it, only a few actually making it cringe in any sign of pain. The crack of firearms accompanied it, puncturing holes that began to knit themselves back together even as the Troll grunted from the impact of so many.
Cyrdic waited for the missiles to be spent so he wouldn't get hit in the back, and when he saw that only slightly wounded the thing, he cursed.

He cried out to Sigmar and Ulric, and sprinted forward, joining a few of the more brave swordsmen and halberdiers (and Camilla) as they charged. The Troll was more annoyed than anything, its soaked and leathery flesh absorbing or spitting out the projectiles with tiny, wet sounds. Cyrdic had never faced a troll before, but he'd heard plenty of stories. There was always a first time for everything...

The Troll swept a huge arm in a swinging arc, sweeping over the soldiers that charged. Out of the dozen, three were knocked away. One hit the cabin of the ship, and the other two flew into the water as if clubbed by a giant. Cyrdic ducked under the lumbering swing, and as the halberds pierced the Troll's flesh, he sprinted past the far-reaching polearms and sliced open the Troll's belly. Reiner hacked at its Knee with his sword, gritting his teeth.

The beast roared in pain as Cyrdic's runic sword cut into it. At first, he thought he killed it. But soon enough, he saw the flesh repairing itself, albeit more slowly than most wounds it had taken. He wasn't sure if that was because it had already been greatly damaged, or because his weapon was magical in nature.

The Troll opened its great maw, and suddenly acid was regurgitated from its throat and onto the deck. Cyrdic barely leaped out of the way, part of his cloak having been incinerated from the terrifying and smelly bile. It screeched and wailed as more missiles and melee weapons punctured its body, and it grabbed a swordman to use as a club, swinging him to and fro to knocked aside halberdiers. The soldier slammed into Cyrdic, sending him flying back across the deck, skidding until he hit the stairs.

"Find lamp oil!" he croaked, the wind having been knocked out of him. "Anything we can burn!" Reiner seemed to have had a similar idea, calling for gunpowder or ale.

He got to his knees again, cringing as the Troll tossed its makeshift club of a corpse into some crossbowmen who were reloading.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"Even the Reikwald has always been dangerous, from what I hear." Cyrdic said, letting out a breath in the cooling air of the night. "I'd think it would be a blow to morale if even the Emperor and his armsmen couldn't protect the roads or rivers so close to Altdorf." But of course the Witch Hunters and Courts couldn't acknowledge someone else is doing their job better than them. Perhaps they were spending too much coin on foreign campaigns against Chaos incursions.

"Oh, the countryside around here is full of unrest, but the rivers run safe I'd wager." Reiner said, crossing his arms and looking out into the forest. "We should be in Marienburg within a few days, or le-"

A sudden jerk in motion caused all three of them to whip forward with an intense momentum, nearly sending them straight off the groaning barge. Cyrdic grabbed Camilla's arm, keeping her lithe frame from slipping off, having grabbed the handrail on instinct. Reiner had hit the rail, but kept himself upright with but a grimace.

The barge had not halted, but it had slowed considerably. Cyrdic's first reaction was they had hit a rock, but he felt whatever had halted the barge give a little, as if it let go because the weight of the vessel was too large to halt entirely. Which meant it was either an underwater tree that had bent or snapped, or it was something living...

"What in blazes?" Reiner hissed, looking about.

"SAVE MOI! EE' HAZ ME IN IZ CLAWZ!" A man screamed, his brettonian accent thick, cutting through the still night air. Suddenly from across the deck there was a splash, and the man's screams were suddenly silenced.

The barge groaned again, and men began to stir and call out. The sound of steel was drawn, and weapons being loaded. "Ho! All clear on the north side!"

"Where is Louis!?" another voice cried.

"To the east! To the east!"

Across the deck, a massive fin flopped up atop the deck. In the moonlight, it took the three of them a moment to decipher it wasn't a fin, but a wet, massive arm covered in algae. With an inhuman strength, and a grip that ripped timber, the arm hauled up a shape that was twice the height of a man, and perhaps nearly the same width. Putrid and ugly, the River troll was dripping with water and a thick, dark substance Cyrdic guessed was blood.

"Sigmar," Cyrdic cursed.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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The biggest difference between the 90s and today, with respect to government, is that you've got seventeen extra years of experience under your belt now. For instance, did you know that Clinton's first term was every single bit as chaotic as Trump's? Possibly even more so? I mean maybe you've looked that up or read about it somewhere but.... was that the impression you had, back then? Not me, I was in grade school. The concept of a late-appointed chief undersecretary of the labor department swearing in was invisible to me, as I imagine it was to most people my age and younger.

TL:DR they weren't better back then, you were just littler.

@mdk

I have to disagree. I have looked up the clinton white house. I am a history major, though granted my forte is medieval history. But still, and I have to say the country is far more polarized now, and I would argue that most of Trump's term in office is more chaotic, except for the infamous clinton-cheating scandal. But yeah I know about the Al-Shifa pharmaceutical factory bombing and the like. I'm not saying the clinton administration was perfect, and didn't have people against it. Every presidency does, but the term U.S. government, in both culture and popculture, used to be synonymous with competence, and even a superstitious aw, and now (to many people at least) it's viewed mostly with "I wonder what happened this week."

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It is easy to underestimate the cultural power that the United States has. It still sets the trends world wide in art and culture, certainly in popular culture.

It is interesting how people here view the Government as both omnicompetent enough to run massive conspiracies and yet too incompetent to handle its own basic functions.

@Penny

My thoughts exactly. Ever since the 1890s, and perhaps even before, it was a powerhouse on the world stage, and particularly after WW2. But there's just so many clashes today, and the internet and bias media, left and right, to perpetuate it further.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@PennyI was actually talking to my friend about this. I'm not entirely certain if you've seen the movie Armageddon, but there's this scene where NASA and its representatives are telling the main character (Bruce Willis) about him being their one and only hope for survival, and he goes on this huge rant on how this cannot be possible.

Harry Stamper: What's your contingency plan?
Truman: Contingency plan?
Harry: Your backup plan. You gotta have some kind of backup plan, right?
Truman: No, we don't have a back up plan, this is, uh…
Harry: And this is the best that you-that the government, the U.S. government could come up with? I mean, you're NASA for crying out loud! You put a man on the moon! You're geniuses! You're the guys that're thinking shit up! I'm sure you got a team of men sitting around somewhere right now just thinking shit up and somebody backing them up! You're telling me you don't have a backup plan, that these eight boy scouts right here [gestures to USAF pilots], that is the world's hope, that's what you're telling me?
Truman: Yeah.

And I realized 'this is such a 90's way of seeing the Government. I can completely tell this movie came out 98, because today when I watch a hearing at Congress or the president speaking, I wouldn't trust most of them with my laundry.

I think the U.S. has a very competent and rich, and successful history, but it's stagnant.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Well, America does seem to be a bit of a farce atm. You're not entirely wrong, other than the imposter part.