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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@The Harbinger of Ferocity I don't think anyone is arguing that North Korea is a bigger threat than the Soviet Union. People are arguing that Kim Jong Un is less stable of a ruler than most Sovier Rulers, and is far more likely to do something drastic.

Warhammer Fantasy: Morrslieb Ascendant

Working on my backstory. I never have a good time with those.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The Ostlander wasn't unused to sleeping dirty, but he did feel a tad guilty they'd be messing up a bed doing it. Most of the time he'd sleep on a mat or the ground when serving Ostland. "At least we have a room," he said offhandedly, eyes more on the crowd than Camilla. Their Gold being stolen, and he had to admit, someone eyeing Camilla, had his guard up.

A few rough looking Kislevite lancers were drinking perilously close to their table, laughing and shouting at each other in their guttural tongue. A tired serving wench almost lost her coinpurse and her decency as she served them their drinks, scuttling off as soon as the last pitcher was down.

Off in the corner, a double table was filled by only one muscled Dwarf. A brooding longbeard with a winged helmet and a huge warhammer laying by his hip, drinking what looked to be his 13th beer this night. In contrast, an Elven magician in resplendent robes stood at the bar, showing utter contempt for the selection of drinks and a reluctance for choosing any.

Oddly enough, they seemed to be the least roudy of all of the patrons. Men elbowed one another to get to their tables, which inexorably led to brawls and curses. Cyrdic looked just dangerous enough to keep them from bumping into the table, thankfully. "We could be bouncers," he muttered to her. "This district has a lack of them, it seems."

That wasn't exactly his first choice, but unless they could find a guard position or a free company...
@Penny

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@POOHEAD189 mhm that's why you took shirtless pics, because of your hair... sure...lol

@BlackRose24

Well that's not why I flexed. I just started my workouts a month ago, or...restarted! :D

You could be the Tony Stark to my Obadiah Stane.

Usually I shoot for Captain America, but

THE BUG WAR (Starship Troopers - Squad RP) [High-Casual]

I wish I had the time for this :/. It looks great!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic had been born for the rough road, inexorably marching forward through the rainy and dreary days the two had traveled. However, even his spirits were somewhat dampened by their treasure haul having diminished quite rapidly. He almost couldn't believe it, and had a sneaking suspicion that much of it had been lost at the bottom of the River Reik that fateful night not a week ago.

He was just about to suggest they invest what they had left in the Marienburg bank. He'd heard it was surprisingly popular, and a reliable place to keep one's money. However, his thoughts escaped him as a black coach hurtled toward them like a Knight on a charger, and Cyrdic dived flat onto the side of the road next to Camilla, mud and wet sticking to them.

"By Sigmar's hammer," he seethed, whipping back up onto his rump and glaring at the coach that skidded across the loose stones on the road. To say Cyrdic was never mad would be a gross inaccuracy, but most of the time his anger was a fierce battle-rage. This particular instance, he just seemed pissed for more than a few moments. He calmed somewhat after they both stood up, however, and he made sure nothing was loose from his person.

"Yeah..." he agreed when Camilla made her observation. He sighed, and brushed himself off. "Let's go see what we can find. Good food and a warm bed, first off."

It took them less than five minutes to make it to the gate in the district Ostmuur. The doors were close to closing, or so the guards had claimed. He doubted they'd shut the doors, regardless. The road from the gate dipped in a decline, straight into the distract. And as Cyrdic and Camilla stepped into the gate and past the walls, it looked like they had stepped into another world entirely.

The forests and mud were gone, and below them was a very Imperial looking sector, though the odd architecture and the mingling foreigners were certainly different. Past the buildings, Cyrdic and Camilla could see sails lazily waving like distant trees in the swiftly darkening sky, and the river Riek spilling into the Mannaansport Sea was something that brought a sense of wonder to the Northern Ostlander.

He might have enjoyed the site if he hadn't nearly died and splattered with mud.

Three blocks down and the glinting lanterns of the streets had just been lit. Cyrdic had his cloak wrapped around his muscled form, keeping an eye out for Inns while Camilla looked for pick-pockets. Luckily, Cyrdic's search came to fruition once they found a three story building with a widely spaced porch, named Taal's Rest. It had a very crude sign of a tree, and quite the inaccurate picture of the God himself next to the name.

Cyrdic snorted, but it didn't stop him from heading into the building without hesitation. He just hoped the prices weren't as ridiculous as the sale's pitch.
@Penny

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Disclaimer: If you don't want to see a shirtless me, don't click.

Well, I really liked my hair so I decided to take a pic or two without slipping a shirt on cuz it might mess up, though my webcam was acting up...

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So then I thought, fruit it, and flexed.

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Her wrath will engulf the forum. All shall perish.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Don't tempt her.

Move Over for Maeve

Thank you both!

@Maeve

It's lovely to meet you! Don't hesitate to ask questions on the site :)