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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Subtract all the racism, and confederacy is pretty awesome.

@mdk

Silver Marches: Forgotten Realms

Rhaak blinked, the darkness of the room hiding the black iron cage to the left of him. He was certain he would have found it within moments, but the sudden noise had him turning that way immediately. The voice was attractive and feminine, but within the dungeon of a mad wizard, he tended to trust very little. His warrior senses were heightened, but the cold fury of being trapped in this dark place had a neutral look upon his face, save his severe eyes.

He approached the cage, to see a tall Moon Elf maiden chained within. He blinked, surprised at the odd hue of her skin and the white of her hair. Most people he had seen within his lifetime were tan skinned and dark haired like he was. Other than a few traders from Luskan with golden heads.

Rhaak could tell she was a prisoner like himself, however, and he sighed audibly. "Hold on," the muscled brawler told her. He set the torch down, and searched through the keychain, trying out four different keys before the fifth one popped her cage door open. He then approached her in the cage, holding his hands out to show he meant no harm, and knelt down beside her slowly as he searched for the next key to unlock the chains on her arms that held her to the wall.

"You ok?" He asked her breathily.
@FreeElk

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

#Rightsforwights

The Elder Scrolls: Swords & Septims

Have no time for it, but I shall watch with interest and perhaps join latah.

The Lord of the Rings: The Age of Men

Thurin the III often looked very dour, but curious as to the road they traveled. It was as if the very ground was something to take note of, as were the trees and sky when they could see it. He gazed at the surroundings with a slow yet professional air, almost akin to him examining the craftsmanship of a blade he had just received or had made himself. He kept his Axe noticeably close and at the ready, for he had seen enough of the foul spiders and their ilk in this forest to know they were never truly safe.

If he was alone, he would sing a song from the Dwarf holds within the mountain. A tune of feasting or a song of toiling and the comraderie of Dwarves hard at work. His favorite road song was The Song of Durin, for it lent his bones strength and reminded him he strode and fought the evils of the world as the ancestor of one who had explored these very lands himself. Durin was a great adventurer and founder of the Kingdoms of Old. Thurin hoped he could reach for success such as that, one day.

For now, the task at hand was enough, and it seemed perilous from what he could ascertain as the group moved ever onward down the path. A loose branch, a ripped bit of cloth there, and old footprints the date of which he could not hope to guess or tell to whom they belonged. "The road darkens akin to the very stone of the tower before us," Thurin declared once the tower of Dôr-min-Taur loomed above them.

He did not believe it was wrought by Dwarf hands, but Dwarfs had perhaps lived here judging by the engraved art. He gazed at the dancing image for a moment incredulously, and believed the tales of this colony were indeed true. Many races had lived here together in peace. If Thorgig were alive, Thurin needed to find him. If not...he would give his cousin a proper burial.

The lack of noise from within was, indeed, as loud of a warning sign as the roar of a drake. Thurin hefted his long handled axe in a two handed grip, Dwarf eyes set on the tower's interior as he slowly walked into the doorway, not even having bothered asking what his companions had thought to do. Not out of arrogance, but he was a well trodden pathfinder and danger-seeker. He knew his business.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@MacabreFoxHope everything is ok! I can tag you if it's your turn, or PM. I'm the one holding us up now, though I am planning on replying tonight or tomorrow. :)

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@The Harbinger of FerocityI wasn't using an argument, more just giving what I know. Have you heard it a lot and not deigned to look it up?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

(at the time they were Radical Republicans, a fun fact of history nestled there)

Your quotes were apt (as far as I can tell) and I hate to be nit-picky, but they did switch platforms so today they'd be considered Democrats.
Granted, nationalist or immigrant exploitation kinda democrats, but nonetheless...

Silver Marches: Forgotten Realms

Name: Rhaak (Rock) Yr Yazir

Race: Human (Calishit)

Age: 24

Class: Monk/Fighter

Physical Description: Rhaak has dark eyes and tan skin. He has long legs and powerful arms, standing near six feet in height, with a lean but muscled physique. Broad shouldered and trim, he cuts a statuesque figure. His face is youthful, giving him a look of someone a few years his junior. With kind eyes and a 5'oclock shadow, he seems both gentle and dangerous at the same time. He wears a maroon vest with matching pants, over a blue undershirt with a blue sash belt. His boots are travel fit, and he wears a chain necklace underneath his clothes that his father gave him.

Mental Description/Personality: A fierce pit fighter from the city of Memnon, Rhaak has a a down-to-earth sense of life and an honor code that becomes noticeable the longer you spend time with him. He hates being chained or imprisoned, as he grew up a slave that had to fight and win his freedom. He has a dry wit and a sarcastic sense of humor when he feels the situation calls for it, but otherwise he is blunt and matter of fact. Rhaak is a good man deep down, with a highly developed sense of loyalty and determination.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Over a year! Yay us!