POOHEAD189

Between the hammer and the anvil

Is the gm gonna roll us some sweet random loot throughout the game?

Also, does Dulcena equip us?

@Gisk

I believe we got all of our old equipment back at the start. The stuff we had before imprisonment.

The Sunday Group

@POOHEAD189 That reminds me I need to finish season 2 of Ao no Exorcist.

@jasonwolf

I only got to episode 17. It was pretty good from what I saw, though.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Never!

@Penny

I'll get back at you, mark my words! I'll show you fire and fury, like the world has. never. seen. before.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic hacked a very wet, unappealing cough as they broke the surface. It was lucky Camilla's legs were so strong. Even being very close to the shoreline, Cyrdic was a heavy burden. He had almost stopped struggling what's more, making him dead weight for much of the swim until the very end where he hauled himself up on the beach.

Sputtering still, the lack of oxygen caused his head to swim and his muscles to buzz from the lack of blood flow. He gasped and wheezed, shuddering for moments as his vision and wits came back. Only then did he fully grasp it had been Camilla that had saved his life. He shouldn't have been surprised, he knew.

"How else was I going to get you alone?" he joked, voice and body still weak, though growing stronger with the passing seconds. He cleared his throat, and pushed himself up from the soaked dirt of the shore. He shook his head, guilt washing over him like the waves had. "Sorry... I should hav-" He let the thought pass, knowing it would only sound foolish. "Thanks," he breathed, smiling.

With that, he got off his knees and onto his feet, extending her a hand to help her up. Beside them, the forest was only lightly wooded, but still a stark, looming presence of darkness compared to the open river in full moonlight.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Kind of a shame we can't get Kim Jong Un to make a bunch of jokes about the educational system, or the crumbling infrastructure or medical system. Maybe we could insult our way to utopia.

@Penny

You need to stop making me laugh.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Herold gave a stiff not to the Celestian as she set them right with how they'd proceed. He kept his mouth shut and eyes ahead as he waited for the time to move, and when it was due, he marched with a purpose. Making their way out of the meeting room and through the halls of blood that looked like what he'd assume was a chaos worshipers dream. He snorted at the comment about the Psyker, and then continued forward with the rest with naught but a word.

The Vehicle bay was filled with Imperial armor, though to his surprise they didn't go with the Leman Russ Tanks, or even the Chimeras. He guessed it made sense, to be tactically less obvious. But with Orks, more protection never hurt. If only they had the grav vehicles. Herold had never ridden in one but he had heard rumors it was near silent in its advance. Dark Age tech was mysterious and hard to come by, however. He wasn't surprised none were here.

Stepping into the vehicle, he found himself a seat as the Kreiger trooper began his banter. "Orks'll appreciate us just fine, then." He said grimly, thinking of how this was probably going to get messy, despite the plans made.

The Sunday Group

This RP has reminded me I need to rewatch Van Helsing soon.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The wet explosion was lost on Cyrdic, who was weighed down in the water by his thick clothing and armor. What's more, he'd never been the best swimmer. The man had learned, but it wasn't a great skill of his. Still, he kicked upwards and brought himself gasping to the surface after what seemed like an eternity. Fleshy shrapnel was matted to his head, and from the stench and the lack of roars he could guess rightly enough it was the Troll.

"Here!" He cried as best he could, his throat halfway filled with water. He tried his best to take in slow, deep breaths to save his strength and keep air in his lungs.

The barge loomed beside him, but it was swiftly making its way down the river with the current. He could be seen by the side of the railing, however. Briefly, he caught a glimpse of Camilla's face, and his eyes met hers before a wave engulfed him yet again. If he had air, he would growl and curse in frustration at his helplessness. But he didn't have air. The air was now replaced with a blackness at the edge of his vision, the light of the moon slowly obscuring as he reached out of the water desperately one more time.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Another day in Trumplandia

@Penny

I honestly should have foreseen this, haha.

Between the hammer and the anvil

How old is the boy, btw?