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The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

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LOL I was just lurking for a bit before I slept. I didn't know what this game was about :P

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The fireball that was cast exploded against Ursaren, singeing his skin and knocking him back. If it wasn't for the water and the shield he would have been killed! He knocked aside an enemy Dorcha who was a bit too surprised and water logged to get his bearings, but Ursaren's flaw was that he did not finish the Dorcha off, as Dark Elves were known for their trickery. The Elf went down in a heap into the water, only to surface seconds later with a gash on his head but still able to move and fight. He was disoriented, but he buried his sword in the back of Ursaren's leg, attempting to knock him down to then stab into Ursaren's back!

Beren surface within the flowing river, the blood from the Dorcha Aeryn had slain covering his face and body as it had flowed with the current. He saw the female prisoner sneering at the sorceress, and the sorceress answered with a curse and a scathing remark in her black tongue, before she pointed her staff at Aeryen. The warrior monk had no idea of the significance this Dorcha prisoner had, but he was going to find out. Using his intense focus and brutal muscle, he leapt from the river to skid onto the rock of the shore, scooping Aeryn up in one arm and stumbling to the side as a lightning bolt suddenly slammed into the mushroom she had been leaning on. The Dorcha sorceress was not pleased to say the least. What's more, an arrow flew out of the forest to strike the Dark Elf sorceress...or it would had it not been for her various magical wards, the missile causing an invisible shield to suddenly shimmer around her.

The weapon's master Dorcha waded forward, eager to bloody her blades. She even knocked aside a second arrow from the forest with a lazy flick of her swords, a wicked smile on her face. Her mirth disappeared when she saw a hulking armored reptilian emerged from the mushroom forest and challenge her with a terrifying hiss, slither-running through the river as fast as he would on dry ground to meet her blade to blade.

Calanon leaped out of hiding and continued to fire at the sorceress, until he saw the Dorcha attacking Ursaren. This one had no means of magical defense, but superb armor. Calanon took aim and fired into the Dorcha's exposed neck, ending him before he could harm their elderly ally any further. Geradin ran up, having been the last into the fray because of his stubby legs. He halted next to Beren, Calanon, and Aeryn. Needless to say the Dwarf cleric was taken aback when he saw that Beren had saved what looked to be a Dark Elf, and would have had an aneurysm if he knew he'd done it twice! Calanon the Wood Elf was also confused and uneasy about Beren's decision, but he knew he must have had a good reason and would not question his comrade.

Meanwhile, Settione had managed to make it across the river in relative obscurity. Thankfully the mage had been quite busy with her magical attacks and her own defenses to not pay any heed to the diminutive Vrettonian, much to her misfortune when Settione stabbed at her. Had it been a regular blade, it would have harmed but bounced off her wards. However, Valdium was a step above such weapons and it pierced her already weakened shield. However, she had a second, more personal one around her form that protected her vital areas. She cried out from the sharp pain of the small poke he managed. She pointed a finger at him, and if he did not suddenly flow with power that filled her mage senses, she would have ended him with a single word of destruction. As it was, she was blinded and disoriented for but a moment, and with a mysterious crossbow bolt ripping into her side (courtesy of the Skayleigh), she decided she must retreat. Settione would see her grabbing a ring on her slender finger and twisting the gem on it, which suddenly caused her and the Elf battling Argon to disappear in a flash. Even with blood trickling from her belly and her mouth, she smiled wickedly as she faded away...
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Will They Reign Supreme? {Whispers x Poohead}

Meldyr had not even eaten yet, and though he was hungry from the road he was used to not eating until his men did. Years on campaign kept him from complaining, though the wine was good. Better than the wine where he came from.

When the Queen arrived, he had to admit she was beautiful. Golden haired and shapely, and resplendent in her royal dress. He had heard about her but he had never met her in person himself. She seemed intelligent in the eyes and her manner of speech at least, though maybe a bit sheltered. He fully expected to sit down and eat dinner, swear fealty to the new pompous King, whoever it was, and then go home. He had to admit while she seemed to fit royalty, no other nobleman or suitor here seemed fit to him. He wondered who she would chose. Hopefully not just one she found handsome.

All of this is why one cannot stress just how odd it was to see the normally calm and confident Meldyr's jaw drop and hit the floor when she announced he was not only to become the next king, but marry her. If he had wine in his mouth he would have spit it out. All eyes turned to him, and he blinked with uncertainty, swallowing. A hush fell over the crowd as they awaited his next move.

Slowly, after a long pause, he willed himself to move. He squared his shoulders, and held his head high. He looked as if he was receiving as commendation or a knighthood rather than the crown, and he strode toward the Queen with his hand handsomely on his sword hilt, and his other hand at his side in a closed fist. He knelt down before her and allowed her to place the crown upon his thick mane of dark hair. Once he felt the weight on his head, he swore he could feel the weight of the whole kingdom.

He stood tall, and when his new fiance (he needed to get used to that) told him to give a speech, he glanced at her, and then collected himself and turned to the crowd. He drew in a breath, and despite himself he seemed to be the quintessential King, both a warrior and a commander. "As is my duty, I will do my best to serve this Kingdom." he said, his voice strong. "I cannot say I arrived here expecting to be crowned, but as my Queen has honored me, I shall lay down my life for this Kingdom. We will rule in the name of justice and prosperity."

He placed a hand on his chest. "You have my word."

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had decided to take a well needed nap, glad they had a file for Zil on the REM langauge doc. It was honestly a trip once he fell asleep. He'd not used the device before, though he'd often thought about it. Never had the means or the occasion to attempt it. Most people he dealt with spoke common galactic, and if they didn't he had partners who could translate. But this gave him weird dreams he hardly remembered. Dreams of life in the jungle with a cacophony of images and visions of him flying over the ziggurats to land in the volcano, somehow knowing and believing he would be perfectly safe.

He woke up, letting out a groaning "man," as if he'd been hit by a log. He somehow felt even more tired than he had when he'd fallen asleep. There'd been stories he'd heard that one needed to get used to their mind being fed information subconsciously. He lifted his head up and placed his hands on his face. Somehow he felt odd. He knew he had learned a fair amount from his nap, enough to get by but... He'd need to talk to Quetzalli about it.

"Hello!"

Neil jerked and spun, his eyes wide and his dark hair disheveled. Quetzalli sat on a chair, hands on her legs and a fairy-like smile on her pretty face. She'd changed clothes, wearing camo cargo pants and a snug tanktop, though her feet were still bare and callused. Her thick dark hair was in a loose bun, though a native stick was between the bun to keep it in place.

"Is...hello not correct?"

"It is correct." He replied after some hesitation, a smile blossoming on his face. "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she said simply, excitement suddenly growing. Quetzalli was giddy she was having a conversation in his language, almost bouncing up and down. Neil couldn't help but be a bit giddy too. Her accent was still heavy, but she spoke almost as well as he did. "Obey is Cortala." She revealed, and gave a wink.

He pointed at her. "Rika-ti" he said with a flair, giving her thanks.

She squealed in delight. "Good, good good!" She cried in delight, and hopped off her chair and onto the bed, showering him in kisses. His arms practically flailed. "Ok ok we gotta do this first though!"

---

Thankfully they still had hours left, and Neil rendezvoused with Junebug at the appointed place, near the aqueduct exit they'd left only a day before, with Quetzalli in tow. The sun was still down, but they still couldn't waste a minute. "Everything work out ok? Neil asked, somewhat worried on Taya.
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Giving the majority of school funding to guns makes about as much sense as giving the most funding to football oh wait

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was surprised to say the least when Junebug accepted his plan. Back when he was fighting the Valk war for the Ordo Sanctus on Fortus, he was usually seen as the guy who made stuff up on the fly if he ever made any plans at all. The Ordo Sanctus quickly learned this crack pilot was better to be unleashed on the enemy rather than controlled, or at the least used as a convenient distraction as they attempted to enact their own plans.

"Birds?" Zalli asked in confusion as Neil lead her from the room. He escorted her through the main corridor, past the engineering bay. His hand on the small of her back until he gave her a demonstration. "Yeah, birds. Like..." He placed the bottom of his two palms together and flapped his fingers to simulate a bird gliding around. He saw the realization dawn on her, and she nodded before Zalli asked the next question.

"Love?"

"O-ohkay. Let's talk about that some other time." He said hurriedly, pulling her forward. She gave a squeal of surprise that turned him on instantly, but he shoved those notions aside. Junebug would utterly kill him if he spent this entire time having fun instead of preparing. Plus he had almost as big of an urge piloting the Highlander again. Reluctantly, there'd be plenty of time to 'doing it like they do on the discovery channel' (an old terran saying) once they were in space.

"I have never had to be this restrained around someone who wanted to sleep with me." He muttured, and escorted her into his comfortably large (relatively) chambers, pulling up a chair for her to sit on. She tilted her head, and he said "sit." She nodded and did so, showing she at least understood that word. He pulled up a chair too and sat across from her. Even in the jumpsuit she had a voluptuous figure, her hips and thighs even more pronounced as she crossed her legs.

"Ok so-" he began, taking on the deeper voice of a teacher. "Do you...understand me right now?"

"I..." she began, squinting. He continued, pointing at her when he said 'you' as he repeated the statement, then he pointed at himself when he said 'me.' Her lips parted, and she nodded her head enthusiastically. "Oh good." He said. "Ok so, can 'you' say 'obey' in your language?"

"O...bay?"

"Yes."

"I...like this word. Obay" she said slowly, and Neil had the distinct impression she did not know what it meant, and it only felt aesthetically pleasing to the tongue. He could understand. When others weren't around he'd repeat a word he liked saying until it lost all meaning.

"Gods" he said, gesturing to the sky, and then he hopped up on his chair and pointed downward at the Xarconian steel floor, as he if he was giving stern judgement. "Obey!"

"..."

Within 10 minutes, he knew this was getting nowhere, and he went to find the REM system because she had a nap to take.

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While the common word armistace did not mean anything to the tribesman, those that had survived the chaos of the previous day had decided to halt hostilities at the moment for their well being. Wetumpkah had indeed lived (with the loss of his right eye), as had one other Shaman known as Torlati. He was a bit younger than Wetumpkah, previously a warrior who had received a vision from the stars ten years ago, becoming the Shaman of his tribe.

The two had absorbed what was left of the other two tribes into their ranks, having made a small alliance mid battle to preserve their survival, and even now Wetumpkah spread vicious secrets into Torlati's ears within the central Ziggurat, telling him great treasures and even salvation would be had if they could spill the secrets of the sky from one of the starmen, or even take their sky chariot. Torlati was not so keen at first, for he revered the Starmen as Gods. But slowly, he began to contemplate Wetumpkah's plan...
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

If it comes to anything concerning race or ethnicity, I have to say I do not know. Global Warming was a fact before the polarization of the country/world, but I did not delve into anthropology and I'd be a fool to think that there is no chance they do not only accept facts that adhere to their world view.

For example, I was talking to my friend about some very odd people who were complaining that the new game Kingdom Come: Deliverance doesn't have enough black representation when the game is set in early 15th century Bohemia, and the entire thing occurs within a 9 mile radius. As a historian I knew what they were arguing was, to put it bluntly, horseshit. But when I googled it as a curiosity, all I found were biased articles on both sides that brought little evidence, and I realize you can't even look up medieval demographics anymore without it having a political agenda.

Pretty much, unless I read an article that tells me there is/isn't a reason to think of ethnicity or race as a social construct that provides evidence and sources I can believe (or just takes some courses myself), I'll just give an honest "no idea." Either way, even if it wasn't a social construct that doesn't mean it would justify the mistreatment of others.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Oh hey another school shooting.

@Penny

Oh the new one's out?

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"The Dark Mechanicum." Herold said grimly, the scattered reports and gunfire over the comms confirming what he had feared. Tech Priests that have given their souls over to the Chaos Gods to explore ever deeper into their malevolent studies of mechanics, experimenting in ever more corrupt and debased ways. He had faced Orks, Men, and even an Eldar. But the Dark Mechanicum was something he had only heard of through reports.

It seemed it was not to be, for he felt a slender hand grab his collar and within moments, the physical reality he had come to know disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Addrianne's previous words ran through his head. "I will see to them. Arbites, I'll need you for this task!"

He believed it was a good thing his mind ran them through once more for him to recall, because it was the one semblance of time and logic he would experience in the brief second he was suddenly emerged into what must have been the warp. Even though the psyker was taller, Herold was bigger in terms of bulk and if he was capable he would have torn his collar away from her. But it seemed this was all for the benefit of the group, for when reality set back in he found himself looking down at a mob of Orkoids that were currently under fire from a turret, and what looked to be loyalist tech priests under attack.

"Arbites! The greenskin! Fire already! Fire!"

He cast her a black look, fully realizing he could have lost his sanity going through the warp, particularly without warning. But it turns out he was safe for now, so he grabbed at the combat shotgun at his side and whipped it forward within the blink of an eye. With well trained aim, he fired into the mass of green below, his slugs tearing through unarmored and surprised Orkoids with a satisfying ease. The mekboy's shield pinged and lit up as it felt bullet impacts, but held strong.

For now.