POOHEAD189

The Sunday Group

Just letting people know im going to live in the wilderness starting sunday be back saturday next week. Might be able to post but no promises.

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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic doubted many of his old lads would have taken much from the conversation other than the words 'countess' and 'gold' which granted, was all Cyrdic needed to hear to consider the prospect. The lands of Araby brought to him visions of a place he had never seen before, nor imagined was truly real to his sensibilities. The old quartermaster had told him stories of the place, a land of naught but sand dunes, with islands of city states filled with magic and gold.

Despite himself, he felt a bit of trepidation. If he was being truthful, he'd rather face a bloody skirmish with Norscans than be involved with anything mysterious south of the Old World. But they were in need of money, and Camilla trusted this man. He supposed making dealings with shady contacts in a Marienburg tavern wasn't too far fetched for traveling sellswords like them.

"I'm in," he said bluntly, taking his flagon and draining it with a large swig. His cup 'clapped' onto the table. He didn't realize that Ricardo had been looking more at Cyrdic than Camilla when he offered, as if he expected the woman to be on board.

"Excellent," the Tilean said, his smile wide and almost predatory, showing his teeth. "Remember my friend, this will require a certain subtlety, however..." His accent sounded very much smoother than Cyrdic's rough speech. It was odd to hear a male speaking with such an accent. Ricardo looked to Camilla, to see if she'd vouche for Cyrdic's abilities.

Behind them, an uproarious amount of laughter and hoots came from a few Middenlanders at the bar, and one held his hands up in mock victory as if to rally his fellows to greater heights of revelry.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

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He's more or less just as stable as the guy who was the first to spread the red plague, the guy who wanted to make soldiers fuck apes and vice versa to make super soldiers, or (a personal favourite) the guy who smashed his shoe on a table at a conference telling people what would be translated to showing the West "Kuzma's mother" (though the joke/metaphor would be hard to understand without speaking Russian or Ukrainian/Belarusian like Kruschev) and many more shenanigans of Soviet leaders.

@Andreyich

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

My fav.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic had noticed the ethereal woman, too. He leaned over closer to Camilla to get a better look, before a meeting he couldn't have anticipated transpired almost too quickly for him to grasp, and in all honesty it happened so fast Cyrdic wasn't sure he was comfortable with it. Not to say he didn't trust Camilla and her judgements on who to befriend, but still.

To say Cyrdic was nonplussed would be an understatement. He had heard Camilla whisper enough Tilean to where he was beginning to not feel completely lost if he heard it, but he had caught less than half of their conversation before they began to speak in Reikspeil.

When the hand was thrust out for him to shake, he glanced at a bewildered but otherwise happy Camilla, and he decided he wouldn't be the jealous type. "Lucky," Cyrdic replied honestly. Images of the past few months and all of the times they saved one another passed through his head. Cyrdic's handshake was strong, and this Tilean shook his hand to match his strength. If Cyrdic didn't know any better, he would have felt the man didn't want to be shown up in any way. He certainly had the look of someone with an ego.

"It's good to meet a friend of Camilla's" The Northman said and finished the handshake, sitting down next to his companion once more. He smiled, letting Ricardo know he was fine to sit with them. "So what brings you to Marienburg?" He asked, taking one of the closed bottles on the ground (probably knocked off by the Kislevites), popping off the cork to begin and refill their glasses, and fill Riccardo's up if he gestured for it.

The lack of howling from his sword helped keep Cyrdic somewhat at ease. No Chaos taint anywhere near here. Just a rowdy tavern in a bustling city, he told himself...
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Geradin seemed uncertain. He held up a massive fist to keep the others from moving ahead just yet, and he stepped forward as he gazed about the cavern. Above them, the domed ceiling looked like an upside-down valley, the length of which stretching far out and into the darkness, even past their enhanced visions. Below them, the chasm seemed even larger. A sheer drop that spelled doom for any who might slip down there.

Geradin stroked his beard, looking around as he pondered a moment. "Aye," he said to An-Hasst. "And if something were to happen to me, refer to the lad there. He grew up with my kin," he said. When no one spoke up, the lad was revealed to be Beren, who stood with his arms crossed as he marveled at the ceiling. "I might know more than the average man, but I can't speak to the stone like you." Beren replied to Geradin, who huffed and gazed into the chasm.

"Seems to me that way is about...eh, seven thousand fathoms down." The Dwarf said as if he was reciting what he had for breakfast, and then tapped the stone under his feet. Alice and Settionne would understand this as 8 miles, meaning the sheer drop. Behind them, they'd heard the hissing Argon say outloud. "Is that a long way?"

"Seems like it," Beren said. As if to prove their points, Calanon loosed an arrow from his recurve bow out into the darkness, past the bridge that lay ahead. It took a few moments, but just as the arrow had left their eyesight, they heard a 'tck' as if it struck stone. The arrow could not have gone downward too far, which meant the bridge led to something. Brogach the Elk huffed much like Geradin did, stamping back and forth behind the group.

Geradin nodded, the piece in his mind coming together. "Ah, I knew the bridge looked sturdy enough to walk on. But I couldn't see where it led. Now I know it's safe if there's a stable base for it to end up."
Geradin tapped the haft of his hammer onto the stone thrice while he intoned a prayer, and the head of his weapon began to glow faintly, providing a bit more light.
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Fricken work breaks too short! Posting once work is done!

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

What happened to everyone? :0

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@POOHEAD189

Yes, this I am aware of, but my point is that even if he attempted to act, his actions are unlikely to be as drastic as people are making them out to be. The level of "drastic" he is capable of is measurably less powerful than that of the old superpower or its modern legacy. In addition, the hardline stances like those of the United States, that of which is no longer taking his rhetoric or behavior as acceptable, are likely to change his behavior; the consequences are clear cut.

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Oh I agree. It wouldn't be World War 3 or Nuclear Winter or anything of the sort. Even if he could somehow commit to a nuclear strike on U.S. soil, it would spell the end for North Korea in its entirety.