POOHEAD189

Can anyone tell me about the history of this place?

Mahz is the head honcho. The Guild just had its 10th anniversary so it's been here since 2007. I'll leave the other answers for someone who could better explain than I could.

The Sunday Group

Small post^^

The Sunday Group

The telltale click and chuck of the opening and closing truck door announced Manny. He let out a long breath, shaking his head at the scene before him. Morgan and Ellie were at one another's throats, with Malone and Madeline on the ground or sick. He could feel the tingle of magic in the air, and it turned his stomach. In his experience, magic was on a 'need to use' basis, manipulated to combat the creatures and people that abused it. But his team was rank with the preternatural.

"I need a cigarette," he said to no one in particular. The car chase along with this drama wasn't what he'd signed up for. At some point he'd go back to freelance work. But maybe it was too early to call this case a failure. They could pull this off as a team if they could work as a team.

Not that you're much of a help.

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, making himself move. He saw Kennedy fretting, and called to her. "Yo, see if there's some bandages in the house. Or even paper towels will work. Best thing we can do now is stop some of these girls from bleeding." He gave her a nod, showing he trusted her. His long legs carried him to Madeline, and he leaned down to help pick her up. "You know I aint a doctor neither." He replied to Leon, hauling the client up and helping to carry her inside.

He'd deal with what was happening out here as soon as Madeline was on a soft couch. He didn't know what was happening with those women, but this was getting far too occult for his liking.

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Banned because he's stopped posting book recommendations.

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

@POOHEAD189

Me and Didact plan on a collab, you in buddy?

@Inertia

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil let go of the small transport, the grav-vehicle slowly zooming away, the worker driving it never realizing some thief had clung to the bottom of it for the past 15 minutes. His back on the cold ground, the young man found himself in a vast warehouse. The ceiling looked like a distant sky, stretching to the horizon of crates and boxes piled like man-made and structured mountains. The infiltration wasn't going too bad, so far. But he still had a large warehouse to look within.

Rolling onto his feet, he crouched and sped behind a myriad of smaller boxes, stacked just high enough for him to stand without too much worry over whether he'd be seen. Hell, if he was to be seen he could easily lie about why he was there, at least at the moment. Lying when you're stealing equipment wasn't as easy... But he needed to know where some haulers were. first. Unmanned haulers, that is.

Poking his head out, he saw the coast was relatively clear. One of the workers was surveying a few others stacking boxes, his back turned. Neil stepped out into the open, gauging on whether the man would turn around, and suddenly ran with light feet, making not a sound over the tiled floor before he was within the confines of one of the looming towers of materials. Glancing up, he almost had to tilt his back backward, so high up were they placed. He let a soft whistle out. It did give him an idea though, seeing each crate with small slits along them for hand holds. If he could get to the top of one of these, he could-

"Yeah and then Lancaster hauled about 1500 units here even though it wasn't scheduled until next week," a voice complained, growing louder by the syllable. Neil spun, looking for an out.

"More work but the same pay," the other voice replied, and the two men rounded the corner. Their uniforms baggy but utilitarian, with Cho-Lan sigils on their breasts and hard hats on their heads. They strolled on by, circle jerking one another with complaints as they faded off into one of the many 'streets' made by the separation of stacks.

Neil gripped the fifth crate up, nearly two dozen feet in the air. Watching them pass under his feet without them having seen him was relieving and satisfying. He almost wanted to announce himself and rub it in their faces. But he'd gloat to himself later over that quick climb, and instead focused all of his energy on making his way further upwards. One hand after another, he climbed up and up. Past the 10th crate, he actually felt a breeze. A minor jet stream from the changing air temperatures in the near immeasurable size of the factory.

30 crates up, Neil hauled himself atop the peak of industry, getting on his own two feet and seeing the sea of empty air between him and the next stack across the 'street' hundreds of meters below. If he had the mind to, he could jump, and so far was the fall that he could conceivably catch a crate before he hit the ground and continue upwards once more. But that wasn't needed, even if it sounded like nice dare to try sometime.

Instead, he peered downwards at the mere ants the workers now seemed, and the distant valleys of where the stacks were not quite so high. Men piloted grav-transports, and climbed atop rafters nearly the height of his own vantage point, welding bits of metal together to create more machines and areas to further their business. He also managed to spy a few Haulers as well, carrying two large crates at a time. There must have been half a dozen of them, going back and forth. Rhincerous Beetles among the workmen's ants.

It was less than an hour before he found himself on the ground again, having ran and hide for over a mile before he made it to where the workers hauled and wrought the beams they were welding to create the skeleton of what looked to be the next area to stack crates. Across the valley of workers and activity, he saw a few unmanned Haulers, drooped and unattended. They looked like great skeletons of bipedal saurian beasts. They didn't look too dissimilar from his old mech, though not nearly as impressive.

He rounded a corner to the next street, and awaited for a manned Hauler to tromp by before he made his way through, making sure to keep and ear out for any voices in case he needed to hide again. Luckily, he was scot free. Now, once he made it to the Haulers round the next corner, he clambered up one of their legs and entered the cockpit. Oh, he'd normally need a key to operate it. But he'd stolen more than a few of these babies. He just needed to pop open the bottom port with one of his tools, and redirect a few wires here and there.

Suddenly, the lights above the Hauler's panel blinked on. Neil grinned, rising up to sit on the seat more comfortably, and placing his hands on the tools. The workers in front of him didn't even bother to turn around when one of their unmanned Haulers began to move, so accustomed to the labor they were into. Stomping off back from whence he came, Neil just caught Sayeeda's transmission over the staticy comm. He raised an eyebrow, hearing gunshots. "You need me to come help out or grab the Cryotubes?" He asked.

Either way, it was within the same vicinity and he'd be there in no time, the Hauler's long legs moving faster than any man could conceivably run, loping across the open 'streets' like an immense, flightless bird.
@Penny

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Dervish Understood. I just didn't want to make a named institution that didn't exist. I can just say 'school' or 'academy' perhaps. Might add a small name, though.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Dervish Yeah, Anglo Saxon and Nordic lore were his go to. ALSO, question. If the mages guild is destroyed, where would an mage learn magic? I'm making a Breton. Also Lady Tabris is wondering on discord, and she is going with an Altmer.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

I watched a video about the Simarillion and I gotta say, it sounds a lot like the Bible in a lot of ways.

@Dervish

It is. Well, it's a history book more than anything. Just in the Lore, there's no question there is a God and angels so they treat Eru Ilúvatar and all of the mythological shit like we would treat historical figures.

@Lurking Krog

Yeah, the guy was a devout Christian, from what I remember. Can't recall which denomination it was though.

@MiddleEarthRoze

He might have been catholic. *Googles* Yep, he was Catholic. I love how it effected his writing, like how he didn't enjoy making all Orcs evil since everyone can be a saved person, and he just didn't know what to do with them.

Also, to stay on topic, I'll whip up some of my character sheet tonight! Thinking of making a Breton Battle-Mage.

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

I was waiting on a post that was already here. D'oh