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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

It's also not a new thing anymore.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Alim awoke within the uppermost level of the Dwemer ruins along with a few of the other more daring or studious individuals. Out and about bright and early was usually his schedule, particularly the day before a high paying job. He donned his clothing and armor in his moderately sized tent, the chainmail falling atop his shoulders, strapping on his belt and scabbard. Despite his roguish charm and light feet, he didn't look unscrupulous or disheveled. Alim had the refined appearance of a Highrock prince, albeit a particularly dark skinned one. His cloak and trappings only enhanced the look, though granted much of it was worn and scarred (including himself) because of his years of travel. Once he left the tent, he ate a light breakfast of jerky as he made his way outside to catch some frigid, fresh air before heading back in to duck and dodge through the first level of the Dwemer settlement, vaulting over lower columns and kicking off the oddly symmetrical walls before landing at the back of the group just before Rhea addressed them all. As she did so, he began to ponder.

T'was odd, he'd heard of Rhea in passing but he'd never imagined he'd meet her in person. He was quite interested in talking to her privately about some of the excavations and quests she had been on. The fact that she was a beautiful woman had only about 40% to do with his interest. Either way, he was glad someone as competent as her was leading this mission, though complications could always arise. He knew that was one reason why he was here. You needed people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing? If you had ruins to explore, you needed a tomb diver like himself.

Once Rhea led them away, he slipped through the ranks until he was near the fore of the group, a fierce grin lighting up his face when he saw the lift he had wanted to take for the past few days. The pistons pumping and steam whooshing, the lift began to lower, Alim gazing upwards before drinking in the sights of each level. He asked Rhea if anyone had deigned to explore any of these levels in great detail, somewhat disappointed they weren't going down level by level, though he had to admit it brought a curiosity to him on what they would be exploring if it was even lower than these blocks.

To the others, the complication with the lift was probably entirely an unforeseen phenomena, and truly he didn't exactly know what was going to happen until the first tilt of the lift's base. "Well this is gonna be fun." He deadpanned, his body loosening ever so slightly for what he was afraid would come next.

With a crack, the side of the lift broke and the entire floor tilted. The group began to free fall, Alim's body twisting like a feline. Moving on instinct, Alim kicked off the floor and grabbed an odd symmetrical pipe along the wall just as the lift halted. He heard screams and yells, and multiple splashes into what could only be an underground river below. The lift made it onto the ground, having slowed to a crawl after its initial malfunction. The Redguard let go when he heard the others, landing close to the remaining party, though he nearly slipped on the landing from the water coated rocks.

“Is everyone alright?” Rhea called out, pulling herself up from the lift and helping out the person beside her get to her feet. “Could we get some light, please?”

Alim was steadying himself while the others were still on the lift, and he heard distant cries along the riverway. Undoing his backpack, he set it down and patted himself, making sure he had all of his equipment. His mind moved mechanically, checking himself and then gazing around the cavern with what little light they had from the upper levels. He might be quick to tease, but he was a smuggler, an adventurer, and a renegade spellsword. He knew his business, particularly in dangerous situations such as these. "I'm alright," he let the others know, already making his way over to the water's edge and peering down.

Alim lowered himself, placing a hand in the water. He cringed lightly, noting how cold it was. Granted, it wasn't freezing as would be on the surface. But it would still be unpleasant.

Unwilling to leave behind most of his belongings, he set them down near the water's edge as Giaus gave his prayers. Alim had seen the falmer structure too, and while it caused fear to creep up his spine, he was too preoccupied with psyching himself up for what he was about to do. He placed his cloak within his pack to keep himself from getting pulled any harder, and then slung it back over his body. "Rhea," he called to the expedition head. "I heard noises down the river. I'll go and get the others if they're alive. If we run into one another again, tap the wall three times, and then twice. I'll respond in kind."

Before anyone could protest or question, Alim took in a breath and dived. Later, he would chuckle and what would probably be an incredulous response from the group. But he knew he needed to help round up the others. The cold water exploded around his senses, but he had expected such a feeling and let himself slowly drift for a short while. Short enough for even him to hold his breath, before pushing off the bottom and making it to the other side of the small waterway. He'd been expecting to fall in unlike the others, but even so it was rough, making him grab at the rocks multiple times before he could conceivably haul himself out of the water. Once he gained a handhold, he pulled hard, gritting his teeth and flopping onto the floor.

It took him a few moments to realize he was next to a glowing mushroom-like plant, and standing before him was a silhouette of a woman. He either drowned and to the upper planes, or got lucky very quickly. Wiping his matted hair and hand from his eyes, he saw it was indeed Meg. "Well met," he said, his voice smooth as silk despite her having probably seen him struggling and gasping for air not moments before. He got to his feet and blinked, smoothing his hair and couching up some more, unexpected water. "Have you seen the others?"

The Band of Fools

Former Knight

Name: (Sir) Branimir Bradford

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Role/Position: Leftenant

Appearance:


Branimir is big and broad. Powerful of build and rugged of features, and yet kingly in his visage. He sports a well groomed beard and mustache that befits his mane of dark hair. Broad shoulders frame a muscled albeit scarred physique, with a great scar upon the left side of his abdomen from the battle of the Neystead Ford. His hands are callused and leathery, but strong and true. Long years of riding on horseback and marching with his men has given him muscled legs and hips.

He often sports a cloak when traveling, and his old tattered tabard to remind him and others of who he once was. He wears sturdy boots, and an expensive but worn leather belt with a bronze buckle, inlaid with the image of a wolf and an elk battling. He wears a blessed silver necklace that has been said to prevent him from dying.

Personality: Branimir is strong of voice and charismatic of personality, sometimes giving the men a taste of his dry humor. A grizzled mentor to some or a loyal battle brother to others. He enjoys listening to his men talk around the fire, even the cruder ones. Despite this, he can be very grave and grim, and his wrath is not something you want to be the target of. He has a deep regret of things he has done in his life, and tries to live with a code of honor even among cutthroats.

However, he has a mind for warfare, tactics, and combat. He has the patience to last a siege, he can spot a liar, and has a way of reading a landscape to find ambushes. Let it not be said that honor means stupidity in this band of fools.

History: Branimir was born to the Knightly lineage of Gideon the Gallant, who in his younger years saved a lord from death and gained a Knighthood from the deed. Two hundred years later, Branimir was born. He was the first born son, and sent off to serve as a page to Sir Ferguson of Forlinger. He had a standard tenure of service, gaining renown for his defeat of three bandits as a squire during the conflict against the Greenwick Renegades, gaining him his Knighthood early.

He then fought multiple conflicts within the blessed lands over the next decade. For his valor, he recieved his blessed pendant, keeping him alive from grievous wounds during combat. His last wound as a Knight did not end his life, but his career. He was honorably wounded in the stomach at Neystead during what was supposed to be the halting of a local insurrection. Oddly enough, he was aided by an insurrectionist. A peasant woman many believed was a witch, and rumors abounded on the two of them forming a heretical relationship. While he denied any such things, his family was already in dire straits with the other nobility, and denounced him his inheritance. He joined the band of fools 5 months after, having fought alongside some of these men in other conflicts before his fall.

Skills and Abilities:

• Leadership: Branimir is notable for his ability to read a battlefield and command troops effectively.
• Melee Combat: The ex-knight has been trained in most forms of warfare, though he excelled at the brutality of the melee.
• Horsemanship: He's fought wars on foot and on horse, but as a former Cavalier he is superbly skilled at mounted riding and combat.

Weakness(es):
Honor: Branimir is not above cunning tactics and executions, but he sometimes has a hard time backstabbing or killing those who have done no wrong to him. Old oaths die hard.

Equipment:

• Coat of Plates
• Great Helm
• Chainmail Hauberk
• Longsword. (Typology XXa)
• Knightly Dagger (of similar style to the Sword)
• Leather hunting Bracers
• Round Shield

The Band of Fools

@Kassarock I'm working on mine now.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Nah it was cool. I needed to make it longer anyway since I didn't have much to write.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

I'll take that as a 'please edit' so I added a bit. :)

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Yeah, that's what I was going by with Zarkun's meaning. But if you still believe I should edit, I can.

The Band of Fools

I'm not the GM, but I suggest we put characters in hiders to keep the OOC clean.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Sol'id Fist

The Mando hustled along with the younger one, having given him a nod of approval at his victory during the melee. No words were exchanged, just a small bit of unspoken respect, before they ran outside. Sol'id burst through the door, gunning down a few mercs that were hustling over to an unknown location. One halted, trying to get his blaster pistol to bear, but Sol'id, despite his bulk, was too quick and buried his Vibroblade in the man's throat. Once the coast was clear, he readied his jetpack. Until Elias had told him that he wasn't going to be joining him. Non Mandalorian women really did complicate things, he supposed.

"Right," he said regardless, and flame roared out of his jetpack as Sol'id Fist launched in the air. Unfortunately, his pack wasn't the latest model and Sol'id wasn't a small man. He landed heavily atop the roof of the next warehouse, and then launched himself again towards Docking bay C-12, thumping from roof to roof, briefly seeing lasfire in the distance to the south of him. But he had a job to do, and Sol'id Fist never kept himself from fulfilling a job.