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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Good job on posting on time peeps! Should have a post this weekend :)

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

It also fits with Global Warming!

...Maybe that is God's punishment.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil plopped down beside Sayeeda, taking another swig from the bottle he had caught a moment ago. The bartender spoke as he got comfortable in his seat. "Scholar?" She huffed, crossing her arms. The massive Alien merely rumbled at the mention of the name. She continued. "He's more of a criminal, and someone who doesn't pay his bills." Her last words ended in a snarl, and Neil raised an eyebrow.

"You don't like him?"

"Not in the slightest." She said, the more she spoke, the more prominent her accent. It was rough and coarse, but hard to pinpoint. Neil looked between her and her 'bouncer' if that was who this Xenos was. "Then can you tell us where to find him?"

"Probably inside of a large predator's stomach by now. He went and stole my land-drifter not three days ago, saying he would be back that night. He's not been to the city since." She slammed her towel onto the bar, the cloth hitting the counter with a wet slap. Neil blinked, wiping a bit of perspiration from the light splash from face. He picked at his ear as he yawned, not quite seemingly to fully appreciate the news. "Which way did he go?"

"Eastward into the valley." She said, pouring Neil a drink himself when he tossed her a coin, as well. "Good riddance I say." There was real venom in her words. The pilot pointed a finger at her from the hand that held his glass. "When was the last time someone took over a shift from you?"

Her next words she had difficulty forming. "Took... over?"

"That explains it." He mumbled, before turning to look at Sayeeda. "So, whats the boss lady thinking?"
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WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

It's the year 2178, and Hurricanes have become the new dominant species on the planet.

Descent into chaos

Bardeck nodded, giving a smirk at Ferthyr's excitement and mounting anxiety. Not that he enjoyed his companion being worried. More like he thought it was a bit funny that they both didn't question that if they were found, things would inevitably lead to bloodshed. "I'll help you on the roof, but I'll stay below. They must have seen or heard one of us, already. You stay low though, just in case..."

With that, Bardeck led his demonic friend just outside of the door and knelt down so he could boost up his companion. Once Ferthyr was up there, Bardeck would ready his shield and his axe, and though armed, he'd do his best to talk to whoever these men were and see what it was they wanted. Or, wanted other than the loot Bardeck and Ferthyr had on them. The tilt of the rise in the cottage should give Ferthyr sufficient cover to hide up there, provided he controls his wings.

With a sigh, the broad shouldered warrior stepped out from the cover of the small cottage wall and stood waiting for the four men who approached, Axe hanging from his grip loosely, though his shield was hefted just in case. There was no mistaking that they had seen them now, and Bardeck merely waited for them to approach. He could sense bloodlust and malicious intent in their eyes, but he wouldn't act just yet.

"Well met." Bardeck said to them, simply. "What is it you want?"

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Oh that makes it better

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Harbinger Flagship.
50,847 Kilometers above Savran.
Command Deck.

Admiral Corvus strode powerfully onto the Command Deck, stepping past highly trained men stationed around the raised dias he was to command from, in the form of a semi-circle. When he stopped at his station, before him was displayed the information of the world Savran, though he had read the details a thousand times over since given leave to bring the planet to heel. The High Lords had offered him this fleet to see the task done.

On the Display Monitor, the green world of Savran whirled slowly before his eyes, hanging amid a velvet black sky dotted with twinkling stars. It looked almost beautiful from up here, but he had seen the reports from down below. Massive and dangerous local fauna along with a high amount of methane in the air made it a essentially a powder keg that bit anyone who touched it. And of course that was not mentioning the so-called ruler of the planet, Val-kan Hatcher, who's oppressive grip on the world was tighter than a Vorlax tentacle.

If Corvus did not have orders to the contrary, he would have simply blasted the place from Orbit and flown his fleet back home. But the instructions had been clear. An anomaly, mechanical in nature, had been detected by one of their informants before he had mysteriously been killed. Or eaten, perhaps. So far all negotiations with Val-kan Hatcher had been unsatisfactory at best. The old man wanting a fortune, as well as official independence from Terra Imperial rule, in exchange for allowing them to land on-world. Needless to say, Corvus was not returning to Terra and informing the High Lords he had made costly deals on their behalf.

They could invade, but there would be massive casualties. Val-kan knew where to place Anti-Orbit gun emplacements, and he knew the terrain. Corvus knew the High Lords would be growing impatient, and he could not blame them. He was, as well. The Admiral gripped the railing of the platform he stood upon, and brooded.

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The music was catchy and smooth, played by a ragtag band of long haired humans adorned with indigo and brown tattoos that looked to be in the vague shape of swirling atoms. The crowd within looked much like the one outside, only now sitting at squatted tables. Smoke from pipes and lung-sticks wafted around Sayeeda and Neil, the latter of which wrinkled his nose at the smell.

The bar was 'manned' by a woman not even 35 summers old, statuesque and supple of figure, though her features had aged prematurely due to stress and lack of nutrition. She wiped the counter with a cloth, stray strands of hair framing her sun tanned face. Beside her was a monstrosity of a Xenos. With three chins, eight arms crossed, smokey-coal scales for skin, and a head taller than either Sayeeda or Neil, it looked repulsively ugly and mean, eyeing anyone who came up to the bar to speak with the barmaid.

Three tables from the bar, a suave man with blonde hair spoke to three men in Terran uniforms, and Sayeeda could hear the short cropped, blonde haired man talk openly of gun running while he chewed on what must have been the local cuisine. It had the look of a sponge-y crab leg that crunched from something deep within its flesh.

Just across the way, one burly mutant with red eyes stood up suddenly from his table, his chair knocking back to totter and hit the ground. He didn't look at the newcomers, but at who he had been sitting with, who also in turn stood up and began cursing the mutant with profanities that had Neil smirking. "Go home if you don't want to die!" The mutant cried, and threw the bottle of brew in his hand at his partner, who ducked the spike.

The bottle sliced through the air, only to be caught by Neil with a nonchalant offhand. "Ooo, still got some in it." He said, popping the cork off and taking a swig.

"Can I help you?" the Bar woman said, placing her garment down and putting her hands on her hips.
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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Fucking racist Hurricanes.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil slipped down next to Sayeeda with his hands in his pockets, the large ARC Rifle strapped to his back with its barrel sticking out by his left shoulder, which kind of destroyed the image of him being casual. "Oh I dunno." Neil mused. "He seems like an ok guy, once you get past the lazy eye, the lewd looks, and the utterly terrible personality."

The pilot waited for Sayeeda to order Lonney around, and then they headed off as the door to the ship behind them closed up, with a confirmation from AVLN. Once they passed the landing pad railings and into the archway that led to the settlement, they were suddenly finding themselves within a truly makeshift, backwater city. The smell was appropriate at least. Something close to a mixture between sweat, dead fish, and gasoline.

The closest section was the marketplace, filled with humans of various sizes and ethnicities, along with the occasional Xenos among the milling throng. People haggled and yelled at one another, displaying and waving around bits of coin and things to sell or trade. There were a few grummy entertainers, mostly stationed around the entranceways to alleys and cantinas.

Past the marketplace was a landscape of industrial steel buildings that were two to three stories in height. Whether they were living quarters or small work places was unknown, but the iron-grey, rusted materials that made the buildings gave the entire district an oppressive, tragic look. There was in fact fume wafting from some of the buildings, filtering into the greenish yellow atmosphere that blanketed the sky.

Above the landscape of steel and smoke was other sections of the city, built upon circular platforms, connected by bridgeways made of steel and railing. The platforms were brown and green, covered in foliage. It took Neil awhile to realize that the platforms were not built for the city. They were...

Neil whistled. They were engines from some vast warship, a strcture even bigger than the Terran destroyers off Orbit. It must have been before the fall of man. He then looked around, to notice most of the city shape indicated it could, in fact, be built upon a crashed starship of ancient humans.

"Where to first, boss lady?" He asked.
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