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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

They're serious...
What the fuck do they have to gain? How many immigrants have been true terrorists in the past 5 years? (And no one link me to a Trump site)

Silver Marches: Forgotten Realms

The spell sent a tingle along Rhaak's skin, and he realized not for the first time that he was a bit confused and uncomfortable around magic. However, it was definitely in his best interest to let the cantrip perform and this odd, pretty stranger was there to help too, for now. Once he felt the tingle, he waiting only a few seconds before he moved.

Most of the Goblins began to flail their hands and chitter incoherently in their barbaric language. A few of the Goblins were stronger willed than the others, but even they were confused by the confusion! All but the Bugbear, who roared and whipped at the stumbling Goblins.

Rhaak first ran in with light feet, keeping himself relatively quiet as he glided like a hunting cat from the jungles of Chult. It was when he was spotted by the Bugbear that he attacked with a ferocity only a pit fighter could unleash, leaping and burying his foot in the Bugbear's stomach, knocking the wind out of it.

His follow up punch was an uppercut, and though the Bugbear was huge, Rhaak was young, strong, and had momentum. It snapped the Bugbear's head back. Perhaps if Rhaak didn't have the element of surprise the monster would have been more challenging. But Rhaak had him, wrapping his muscled forearm around the monster's neck and attempting to choke it. Though, the Bugbear was still strong. He might break out of Rhaak's hold very soon.

A few of the Goblins that could still function were running to whips and sharp stick, but other than that the spell was still in service. "Run! Go!" Rhaak called to Morwen.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'll be posting in a day or two!

Also, if any of you are interested in Warhammer Fantasy Lore, I might post my first lore video on here when it is ready. I'm tackling the Dwarf vs Elf War of Vengeance!

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

@Fat Boy Kyle

Dwarf Hunter

Keggar Stoutstride

Keggar has the quintessential Dwarf look. Brown beard reaching past his chest, bulky nose and rosey cheeked. His skull is thick and his muscles are thicker, barrel chest covered in scars. His arms are so long and burly they're almost apeish, with large hands to accompany them. His beard is braided with two brass rings that he intertwined his hair in when he couldn't fit them on his thick fingers.

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【Alias】
StoutStride

【Race】
Dwarf

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
97

【Sexuality】
Straight

【Birth Place】
Mahakaman

【Nation/Allegiance】
Mahakaman/The Wilds!

【Profession】
Big Game Hunter

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【Personality】
Keggar's what some might call rambunctious. Eccentric even! Oh, he's got the usual Dwarven traits. Grim and hard, but boisterous and full of cheer when there's drinks to be had. However, he's got a beast inside him. A beast that makes him hunt other beasts. There's a ferocity to his intentions. At times he'll snarl instead of glare, or freeze and focus instead of flee. Some say Keggar has spent too much time out in the wild, or too much time living in the bottle (guilty of both). Though that being said, he's not bad with company as long as they're loyal and don't mind his odd quirks and mannerisms.

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【History】
Keggar was born in the Dwarven city state of Mahakaman, to two conservative Dwarven parents. His father was a banker, and a damned good one too. His mother baked, cooked, cleaned, and ran a small guild for gossipers, helping her husband with potential gains through word of mouth. All they needed was a son, and after being married for a mere 30 years, they produced a rock of a child they dubbed Keggar. He'd grow up and live up to the name, for eventually he could out drink his father!

He grew up being groomed for soldiery, learning a bit of his father's trade and some culinary skills from his mom as well. It was exploration that truly called to him, however. They'd traveled a bit, his father showing him human Nordlings and their settlements on business. But it wasn't enough, truth be told. He'd always look into the forests, or the deep caverns even his kin dared not dwell, seeing vasts worlds down there, and things to kill!

He joined the Mahakaman guard around his 50th birthday, when the lad became a proper Dwarf and his beard reached his waist. He fought a few scuffles and killed a few bandits here and there. It was when he was given duty on Mount Carbon that his life changed forever. A great beast it was! Attacking the caravan was a wolf the size of a wagon! Roaring with spittle flying about, it gutted a Gnome and a Dwarf lass before Keggar ended its life with a well placed Axe to the skull.

The Caravan was so grateful, not only did they give him booze, but he got laid! And he skinned the great beast as well, selling the hide for a tidy profit. His father was so proud of him, and though he wished Keggar could stick to soldiering, he did give him his blessing when Keggar announced he'd become a freelance hunter. For the next 40 years, he applied his craft, killing the occasional witcher beast, but mostly large game throughout the North. He joined merc crews every now and then for the extra coin, his traps coming in handy in capturing bounties or sending enemy forces in disarray.

But even for one as long lived as a Dwarf, things could get boring sometimes. The Northern wars gave him no joy save the coin in his pocket, and the beasts were becoming complacent. He spent 5 long years in a melancholy until he heard tell of a new continent, and the next year he raised the money to gain passage on whatever ship would take him! The rest, as they say, is history.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Savage Fighter - Deadly as most prominent Mercenaries with his Axe and Long Knife.
Tracker - Can track man or beast across most surfaces and landscapes.
Trapper - Excellent at making traps to capture foes, and has the strategic mind to make the skill effective.
Beast's Bounty - Can make many items through his woodcraft and parts of beasts he has killed.
Herbalism - Uses herbs to help heal, or at least halt bleeding.
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【Weapons/Tools and Magic】

• Hand Axe
• Long Knife
• Knife for skinning.
• Net
• Healing Brew
• Poison Vial
• Caultrops

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【Other】
Dialogue colour: Earthy
AOB

Done!

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

Announcement

If I have not looked at or commented on someone's sheet, and they have a firearm in their possession, then you have not read the 'What I expect from players' section in my title post, which shows me some might post in a way that I will disapprove of. So I suggest you read the section or even if your character is accepted, they might not be on the crew for long regardless of plot by you not posting how I expect it.

To explain the firearm bit, this is a High Medieval fantasy setting, which means while firearms and cannons exist, they are primitive and few and far between. We are more likely to have bows and crossbows, and ship to ship combat is more likely to display ballista and catapults, as well as the occasional spell. Unless you have given me a hell of a good reason in your history as to why you have a very rare and expensive blackpowder firearm, you cannot have it.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

You might want to plan a bit better than that lmao

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil dived into the room behind Sayeeda, though he didn't bother to un-holster his ARC gun, instead taking out his sidearm. He decided he'd let Sayeeda handle this one, however. That whole 'Consort' thing probably had her on edge and Neil thought she could use a little time to let out some steam. The fact she didn't vehemently deny the name either had him confused in a not unwelcome way, but he could think about that later. For his own sake, he was just glad he kept his bewildered laugh in check when the AI called her that.

"Crazy fucking bitch," Drake breathed, and the door opening behind him with a hiss gave him a priceless look on his face. Neil stood over him next to his superior officer, gun in his left hand. "Oh I'm sorry were you complaining about this?" Neil asked him and kicked the man's wound. He gasped in pain, and his grip on the core loosened. Neil grabbed it before it could clang onto the ground, and lifted it up to hold protectively.

The entire facility suddenly jerked, as if a tectonic plate beneath the surface decided to reassert itself over another. Neil fell to his knees, but luckily still held the core to his chest. "Nice going asshole." Neil said to Drake, only to be interrupted by what sounded like the guttural growl of a beast the size of a continent. It clicked monotonously, its pitch nearly too deep to fathom as it echoed across the halls.

Above them, a light began to shine from a hidden scanner at the northern most side of the room, and the Aelahyne AI appeared in a more bioluminescent form, made of light waves. Drake's pain was forgotten for a second, as weirded out as anyone when the face materialized before them.

"The fuck is that!?" He asked, pointing from the ground.

"Hurry. You must place the Core back from whence it came." The AI said. "It is by the Representative's hands that it must be placed back."

---

Harbinger Flagship.
50,529 Kilometers above Savran.
Command Deck.

"Sir! There are strange readings on the planet's surface!" One of the UAI personnel called, redirecting the readings to be displayed before Admiral Corvus. It showed a green layout of the planet, with reverberations upon the site they had sent the commandos, and strange activity next to the anomaly they were to investigate. He didn't know what in hell was happening down there. The communications to the commandos had been lost mere minutes ago.

"True image. Zoom in and clear up the feed." Admiral Corvus commanded. The display turned into normal viewing of Savran, and the image picked up much closer to the location of Hatcher's city, now only about 100,000 square kilometers were visible on screen. Admiral Corvus wasn't sure what to make of what he was seeing. But if his eyes were not damned...one of the mountains had begun to ripple and stretch. One of the mountains had come alive.

---

"I'll head back in there." Neil said, his face glistening from the running. He knew he had to go, but Sayeeda might be able to salvage something. He'd tell her just to run without him, as altruistic as that sounded, but she couldn't fly the ship, could she? Without even thinking of the move, he kicked Drake in the head, knocking the man unconscious without a moment's hesitation. "With the Captain's permission, I'd like to tell her to get one of the transportation vehicles and to come back to pick me up. But I got to backtrack now."

He blew some hair out of his eyes. "Hey, for what it's worth, if we both die... it was a fun few days."
@Penny

Across the Great Sea - A Witcher RP (OPEN / STILL IN INTRO STAGE)

Dwarf Hunter

Keggar Stoutstride

Keggar has the quintessential Dwarf look. Brown beard reaching past his chest, bulky nose and rosey cheeked. His skull is thick and his muscles are thicker, barrel chest covered in scars. His arms are so long and burly they're almost apeish, with large hands to accompany them. His beard is braided with two brass rings that he intertwined his hair in when he couldn't fit them on his thick fingers.

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【Alias】
StoutStride

【Race】
Dwarf

【Gender】
Male

【Age】
97

【Sexuality】
Straight

【Birth Place】
Mahakaman

【Nation/Allegiance】
Mahakaman/The Wilds!

【Profession】
Big Game Hunter

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【Personality】
Keggar's what some might call rambunctious. Eccentric even! Oh, he's got the usual Dwarven traits. Grim and hard, but boisterous and full of cheer when there's drinks to be had. However, he's got a beast inside him. A beast that makes him hunt other beasts. There's a ferocity to his intentions. At times he'll snarl instead of glare, or freeze and focus instead of flee. Some say Keggar has spent too much time out in the wild, or too much time living in the bottle (guilty of both). Though that being said, he's not bad with company as long as they're loyal and don't mind his odd quirks and mannerisms.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

【History】
Keggar was born in the Dwarven city state of Mahakaman, to two conservative Dwarven parents. His father was a banker, and a damned good one too. His mother baked, cooked, cleaned, and ran a small guild for gossipers, helping her husband with potential gains through word of mouth. All they needed was a son, and after being married for a mere 30 years, they produced a rock of a child they dubbed Keggar. He'd grow up and live up to the name, for eventually he could out drink his father!

He grew up being groomed for soldiery, learning a bit of his father's trade and some culinary skills from his mom as well. It was exploration that truly called to him, however. They'd traveled a bit, his father showing him human Nordlings and their settlements on business. But it wasn't enough, truth be told. He'd always look into the forests, or the deep caverns even his kin dared not dwell, seeing vasts worlds down there, and things to kill!

He joined the Mahakaman guard around his 50th birthday, when the lad became a proper Dwarf and his beard reached his waist. He fought a few scuffles and killed a few bandits here and there. It was when he was given duty on Mount Carbon that his life changed forever. A great beast it was! Attacking the caravan was a wolf the size of a wagon! Roaring with spittle flying about, it gutted a Gnome and a Dwarf lass before Keggar ended its life with a well placed Axe to the skull.

The Caravan was so grateful, not only did they give him booze, but he got laid! And he skinned the great beast as well, selling the hide for a tidy profit. His father was so proud of him, and though he wished Keggar could stick to soldiering, he did give him his blessing when Keggar announced he'd become a freelance hunter. For the next 40 years, he applied his craft, killing the occasional witcher beast, but mostly large game throughout the North. He joined merc crews every now and then for the extra coin, his traps coming in handy in capturing bounties or sending enemy forces in disarray.

But even for one as long lived as a Dwarf, things could get boring sometimes. The Northern wars gave him no joy save the coin in his pocket, and the beasts were becoming complacent. He spent 5 long years in a melancholy until he heard tell of a new continent, and the next year he raised the money to gain passage on whatever ship would take him! The rest, as they say, is history.
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【Skills and Abilities】
Savage Fighter - Deadly as most prominent Mercenaries with his Axe and Long Knife.
Tracker - Can track man or beast across most surfaces and landscapes.
Trapper - Excellent at making traps to capture foes, and has the strategic mind to make the skill effective.
Beast's Bounty - Can make many items through his woodcraft and parts of beasts he has killed.
Herbalism - Uses herbs to help heal, or at least halt bleeding.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

【Weapons/Tools and Magic】

• Hand Axe
• Long Knife
• Knife for skinning.
• Net
• Healing Brew
• Poison Vial
• Caultrops

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

【Other】
Dialogue colour: Earthy
AOB

All I need to do is list skills and tools. Other than that, he's done. I'll finish him before work tomorrow.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

If anybody's bored and gives enough of a fuck, here's some "light reading".

@catchamber

Oh God. And I'm finishing two character sheets tonight. Must...resist... yearning to learn.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

@Zelosse


Sir. I had no idea you wanted to join. I believe the RP is now filled unfortunately. Unless you want to await to see if everyone get's accepted or if someone gives up.

If you would, please put the CS in a hider as well.