POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Fetzen Understood my friend. Since you are not feeling well, just post when you can.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had managed to outmaneuver the one gunning for him, flanking his own team and dancing around the swinging clubs. He tried to get to his dropped shield, but it was too far across the field for him to make it to it just yet. "Yeah that does pose a problem," he replied as nonchalantly as he could to Sayeeda when he formed up with her again. Thankfully they had gotten the point with their quick thinking. A few of the others had noticed it too. One of the tribesman approached, and Neil held his club up defensively before he realized this one was on their team.

He attempted to speak to them, clicking his tongue and pointing his fingers. "Oh, cool." he sighed. At least this one wasn't ignorant there might be a language gap. From what Neil could gather, he and the other would head for the middle while Sayeeda was instrumental with going round the enemy team...probably. Neil gestured to himself, as if to say 'no shield' but the tribesman was already moving. Sighing, Neil headed off with him, straight into seeing the first death on the field. It was a man on their team who had been unlucky enough to be struck in the temple. Blood spittled out of his mouth and ears as he fell heavily onto the dirt.

"Ew," Neil stated, though he did his best to take advantage of the sudden pause from the death and furiously attack the one who killed him, swiping and thrusting his club instrument. The tribal player blocked with his shield, and then raised his own club to come crashing down on Neil. The Pilot instinctively thrust his hand out to catch the shaft, but no blow came. He saw the enemy tribesman gawking at his hand, and it was at that moment Neil realized the man saw the Xenos symbol that had been engraved on it.

Neil unceremoniously thwacked the guy on the head, knocking him out cold.

"And who said tattoos were poor choices?" the pilot quipped.

A garbled cry in the foreign language brought his attention to the ball suddenly flying over them like a freighter slingshotting around a moon. Neil leaped and knocked it, though it went wide and soared onto one of their foes's shields. Bouncing to the ground. Luckily, Junebug was close by. Neil cried out with his best tribal cry and sprang forward, trying to use his hand as a distraction do the warrior didn't knock the ball away before she could get to it.

Above them, the crowds cheered and hooted. The sun was at its zenith in the sky, and the onlookers began a strange, archaic song.
@Penny

The Sorceress and the Slave

Ma'kum mumbled a prayer to Allah and the daughter of the moon, before inching his way inside. Rhaak entered without hesitation, though he did have a raised brow, unsure of what dangers the sun would bring to such a wasteland as this. Inside, pictographs of pagan gods and far eastern stories were depicted on the walls. Rhaak would spy a series of sconce's along the walls in blocky intervals between the prophetical artwork. Amira ordered Rhaak to close the tomb, and the muscled slave did so just as the ray of the sun began to peak above the dunes west of them.

There was a terrible screech, and a mad laughter as Rhaak closed the tomb, the sealed rock shutting off the sound of what could only mean death. A sudden, impenetrable darkness filled the tomb, and the pit fighter could hear the bandit whimpering. With a flourish of her hands, a lit torch appeared as if out of nowhere within Amira's grasp, and she curtly gestured Rhaak to take it. He did so, trying to remain resolute, though the shadow of what he saw outside brought a shock to his senses. By Allah, this was indeed a cursed land. Still, he seemed better than the newcomer who had only heard of what lay beyond.

"Are you ill?" Rhaak asked the shivering bandit, somewhat amused, for the man now had a puddle at his feet.

"A live dog is better than a dead lion." Ma'kum said resolutely, trying to show he was ready to continue, despite the obvious fear in his eyes.

Rhaak nodded, and was was allowed to eat in haste. He took what fish he had placed in his small sack in his mouth. The warm feeling of food brought a renewed strength in his limbs, though he was hurried by his master as they were led deeper into the tomb. The stone hall abruptly ended, and the mausoleum they entered was in stark contrast to the sparse hall, for there were 8 sarcophagi in the wide room. Twin stone statues of foreign, striped cats guarded the archway as they stood at the doorway.

Across the sarcophagi were Khopesh swords made of bronze, as if the dead would still have need of them in the afterlife. A faint trail of light was at the far left of the ceiling, a long airway that led through meters of hill toward the surface, barely catching the light of the sun. The light aimed at the center of the room, for within the illumination was a dias where a papyrus scroll was nestled, untouched by human hands.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Well, Neil had originally had the idea that the Shaman would understand that he was from Gods damned outer space and that they might give them some kind of inkling on what this sport was, but oh well. Improvising was something he did best, though he wasn't certain why Junebug joined him and yet wanted to kill him at the same time. It was supposed to be just his life on the line! (Or his chance to get a gilded reward).

Either way, Radifiri seemed simple enough. Knock the ball into the painted holes and try to get around the team, or at least that was what the formations seemed to tell him. Neil dropped his shield on the onset, certain the item would just slow him down. Why were those tribal men using them anyway? It was just a ball after all.

The 'teams' clashed, Neil and Junebug in the center of their line, therefore closest to the ball. Neil heard the clack of bone and wood colliding, and the screams of two of them men, but he was so intent on the ball he did not notice what was occurring around him. He managed to get his club around the ball and he shoved the ball closer to his feet before the other team got to it. He did so, so he would have a better chance controlling the ball. It was by sheer dumb luck he looked up and saw a club swinging for his head.

He ducked just in time, the wind of the missed blow ruffling his tousled hair. "What in the hell!?" he exclaimed, clearly not understanding until now that this was a blood sport. Suddenly the shields made a ridiculous amount of sense, and Neil kicked the shins of the warrior that had attempted to brain him. The tribesman grunted and was distracted for a second long enough for Neil to backpedal with the ball, nearly juggling it with his club before he saw Sayeeda had moved forward.

"Good thing I've played some skyball," he deadpanned to himself, referring to his home planet's pastime game where one was meant to keep the ball off the ground for added points. He knocked the ball up, and then knocked it again, sending it soaring over the head of the tribesman toward's Sayeeda's position. Neil was just in time to swing his club up to block a blow, and he fought for his life as the ball flew wide.
@Penny

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

Drimbold the Longbeard

Username:POOHEAD189

Character Name: Drimbold Balkinson

Race/Species: Dawi (Longbeard)

Gender: Male

Age: 253

Career (if any) and Skills: Drimbold has been a professional Dwarf soldier for most of his life. He began as a miner in Karaz-a-Karak, before a Grobi incursion erupted within one of the holes his group had dug in. He was enlisted as a soldier, and found it to be his calling, even being promoted to Ironbreaker. He knows how to fight, he knows the structure of tunnels and the mining of ore. He can somewhat smith mundane items, though while this would be superb to manlings, it would not be the best Dwarf work. He also knows how to read a battlefield and map terrain.

Weapons: Gromril Axe, 3 steel Throwing Axes

Attire: Leather jerkin over Gromril chainmail, with a steel helmet and sturdy trousers and steel boots, along with steel greaves, pauldrons, and bracers.

Equipment/OtherHe carries a small travel sack, with a small blanket, a flask of bugman's, a pipe with pipeweed, and a locket of his family.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): This longbeard is weathered, with gnarled, leather skin covered in scar tissue telling of ancient battles. His hair on his head is close cropped, yet his beard flows past his knees and is adorned with bronze fixings with khazalid symbols, creating 7 separate ends of his beard. Though his hair is grey and his iron eyes speak of a lifetime of wisdom, he is intensely muscled and broad. Somewhat tall for a Dwarf, the top of his helmet is still no higher than the average manling's navel.

Mental Description/Personality: Drimbold is initially what you would expect most Longbeards to be. Dour, grumbling, wise yet brawny and still fit. However he has a deep sadness and infuriating, simmering anger beneath his beard that most need to look hard at to see, for when his family was slain, he found that even the death of the Boss who did it didn't fully sate his rage at the injustice of the world. Drimbold is not without his comraderie and light heartedness however, for he enjoys campaigning and a good smoke of pipeweed. Long marches ease his mind, and he isn't above giving wise advice to the manlings or younger members of his company.

Background/History: Drimbold Balkinson was born in Karaz-a-Karak to the Stoneguard Clan. Avid miners, Drimbold was a mere beardling when he began his mining career, only for him to get a taste of battle through a small Grobi incursion. He picked up his mattock and battered three to death before he and his companions escaped. He signed up as a soldier in order to get vengeance on those Grobi daring to attack the great hold, wanting to live up to his ancestor's deeds. However, he would be called to join the young, as-of-yet-to-be-Highking, Thorgrim Grudgebearer, to the north when the Chaos Incursion invaded Kislev. He was but merely 30 when he set out, and when he returned some years later he seemed a far more confident and wiser Dwarf, having faced Daemons and terrors and lived to tell the tale. Not only that, but he and Throgrim's retinue met and re-established contact with Kraka-Drak in the North.

When Thorgrim was crowned High King, those warriors who had distinguished themselves were given rewards. Drimbold asked for the honor of joining the Ironbreakers, that most prestigious of Warrior Orders. As the years progressed, he fought against the vile Skaven and the Greenskins of the dark. During his leaves, he met a young buxom beauty and fell in love with her, marrying her and fathering sons. It was when Drimbold was disrcharged to live in the countryside with his family that his life came crashing down, for Orcs attacked the passes in the World's Edged Mountains. As Drimbold was visiting a cousin in Karaz-A-Karak, his family was slain by a small time Nob boss, Gorlok Grimjaw. Drimbold spent five years hunting him down and slaying him, after receiving recompense for the lackluster rangers, a number of them shaving their heads.

With no home and no more military service, and with a great wish for violence left in him, he became a mercenary.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

Alright, sent my character.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Well this isn't the answer to my question but...it's certainly not unwelcome." He said, allowing the item to be bestowed upon him, feeling a terrible itching on his Xenos engraved palm, before it was suddenly silenced when he felt the item on his skin. Odd that this thing was still effecting him even after years of being in stasis from when it was burned onto his body on their first mission. What wasn't odd was just how difficult it was not to stare into the pretty eyes of the native woman. He did nearly gape at her swaying hips as she had gone. The last few months, and years in the stasis chamber had been...very dry.

"I can already tell this is going to be a problem." He said to himself, too softly for anyone to hear. Whats worse, he realized he would have a very difficult time controlling his urges if there was even the slightest hint he could get away with it with his life. No! No you idiot. Think of this...beautiful suicidal girl. She might be killed along with you. Will your dick be responsible for that? He cleared his throat and decided to feel his new gift.

Suddenly Neil stood, and gave a bow to Wetumpkah at the gift. "You honor me. If it pleases the Rakeeri, I would offer myself in the great games as well. To honor the Gods and show the skill of the Starmen." He offered. Neil knew it was a dangerous proposition, but he doubted they would execute Starmen as casually as they would others, and he was a very nimble and roguishly talented young man. He felt if the contests were merely throwing balls and showing off talents of dexterity, he would win no problem. Plus, it would keep his roving eye away from the buxom beauty.

"No! Neil..." Taya began, but Wetumpkah interrupted her with a wail of enthusiasm, clearly thinking along the same lines as Neil. That, or it was indeed a great honor to the Rakeeri. "You will be rewarded a statue of the sun if you are victorious. Yes yes, go and play the Radafiri!" He cried, calling for the guards to escort him down. Neil wasn't entirely sure what the Radafiri would be, but he wasn't too worried.

"Would you join him?" Wetumpkah asked Junebug, just as a naked courier stopped behind him, breathing heavily. Brown skin glazed with sweat, a rounded gut belying his strong legs. He announced the other tribes were within a mile of the city.
@Penny

What Are You Listening To?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@BCTheEntity@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Gardevoiran
Let's just say you guys got until this Sunday to post.

The Book Club

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His abilities NEVER allow him to solve his actual problems. For all his talents he still struggles to find any information about the enemy, learn magic ect ect.

@Penny

Other than keeping him in school attendance when he gets in trouble, yep.