POOHEAD189

Nervous Greetings

Rumi is right. Many of us are friendly, and many many are weird. We got tabletop shit too if you want something other than a classical text RP as well.
@JAMalcolmson

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil kicked off with her, still not entirely certain the Xenonid had not poked any holes in his suit despite the fact it read all clear. He guessed being in a dead ship full of corpses made him a bit paranoid. He was parallel to Sayeeda as they sailed down the shaft, gaining speed ever so lightly in the void. It was actually kind of relaxing, even though they would pass open doors every now and then. Doorways that gave Neil glimpses of what looked to be bloated corpses or bodies torn in two, along with a few dead Xenonids lodged within them.

"I will be glad when we make money some other way." Neil said through his comm, glancing Sayeeda's way as they continued to shoot through the darkness of the shaft.

"We're approaching the target." He heard her reply. "I'll be glad when we get the hell out of here."

"It's not so bad in here, as long as we got some light." Neil said, looking upwards just in time for his light to reveal a shrieking Xenonid, spasming in the darkness, causing both of them to have a sudden chill run up their spines. Luckily, neither of them were close enough to the dying creature to get caught by its arms. Neil did give it the finger however, though he yelped when he felt Sayeeda's arm grab onto him as she caught the door they needed to enter.

He was whipped about, but caught himself and climbed up with her to enter the engine sector. They were at the end of a dimly lit hallway, some of the lights still functional it seemed. Beyond the hall, the blast doors were opened. They at least, looked to be disfunctional. Neil smiled to Sayeeda, despite the bullet wound that had still yet to be properly attended on the left side of abdomen. "Watch my ass," he told her with a wink.

They made it down the short corridor into the engine room. It looked oddly reminiscent of the Aelahyne control room on Sevran, though far more human and utilitarian in its structure. Yet the truly massive engine was at the center of a large room, the engine itself located within a sloping structure. Neil had seen its like before in large humans vessels, but he had never put two and two together. He wondered if the ancient ones and humanity ever had contact beyond superficial greetings.

The engine blinked red on a beacon located on its top right. Neil took out his toolkit and unlatched the front panel of the engine. "Alright baby let's go to work."
@Penny

The Band of Fools

<Snipped quote by Mattchstick>
In an Inn!? ROFLMAO! I spent 21 years in the Infantry. I can imagine an army on campaign. Their soldiers do not sleep in Inns. Make the ground your home boy. Get comfy. I remember spending 12 days in Canada about 20 years ago. It rained nine of those twelve days. I slept in the rain, ate meals in the rain and patrolled in the rain. I got so accustomed to being wet, I never use an umbrella. An Inn. that's pretty funny.

@Gunther

Built Ford Tough.

The Band of Fools

I guess I'm Alabama? Which is pretty inaccurate, cause I'm in Texas.

@Patryk

Nope, I'm in Birmingham, Alabama.

The Band of Fools

If we're doing this then I demand to be an Argonian.

The Band of Fools

The Prince is a

BITCH

The Band of Fools

Honor dictates Godfrey, but respect dictates Howard.

The Band of Fools

Hmmm...to vote as me, or vote as Branimir.

The Sunday Group

We can be patient for you, or brainstorm what to do next or whatever you need in the Sunday Group! I can't imagine how that feels. Just let us know.

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