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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Maybe we should go the other direction and consider the ramifications of the Tau Ceti situation?

@Penny

You jest now but if the system doesn't get their insurgents under control they'll devolve into a 3rd war of succession.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Let's, uh.... let's not personalize this whole thing any more than we've already done, yeah? Anyone got some politics going on? Politics, anyone?

@mdk

Does it have to be current politics?

Descent into chaos

The explosion of heat from behind caused the charging men to halt for a moment, Bardeck having narrowly blocked a sword swing with his shield before he too looked past them. In a split second, the battleground was now an even playing field, though until Ferthyr made it to him, it was still two men versus one. And these men were competent swordsmen with well made armor. The Northman suddenly found him nearly being overwhelmed by a flurry of attacks from both sides as the soldiers moved in concert with their blades.

It was only by instinct that Bardeck managed to survive, blocking one swinging blade with a similar axe swing while thrusting his shield out to keep the other man at bay.

"You'll never get out of this bandit!" One of the men growled and stabbed at Bardeck's legs. "I'm not bandit!" He cried back, shield rushing him suddenly. He left his back exposed, but if he moved too quickly to be hit then it wouldn't matter, and he crashed into the man as his leg was cut, bowling him over with his great girth. If Ferthyr could get there in time, there would be a man attempting to make it over to his fellow and stab Bardeck into the back.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Yeah Andrew was not being butthurt. Plus I'm still of the idea that uh, you cannot kick people out of the thread lol.

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

Drimbold had placed a few of the shoddy manling coins upon the counter and had waited expectantly for the ale, until this manling had offered something else that had piqued his interest. Furrowing his brow, he stared at him with a curious disbelief. "Zhufbar Ale?" he declared allowed. "How'd you get that?" The question hung in the air, but in the end he knew it did not matter. By Gungni, he just needed a drink. It wasn't like the manling had claimed he had read any of the sacred texts of Valya!

"Aye, Zhufbar Ale it is. And keep that coming!" He cried, shoving some more of the manling coins his way. If he didn't accept the payment, Drimbold had some extra Dwarfish gold in his pack. But he'd not give that to any but of the Elder in any but the most dire circumstances.

As he waited for his drink, he glanced out into the room. Oddly enough, it was a diverse crowd of manlings and even other Dawi. A beardling and a slayer (who looked like a beardling himself) had just greeted one another. They looked like they hadn't even been on a dozen campaigns against Grobi! It was the fifteenth campaign when a Dwarf got a beard on his chest! Still, he heard Vargni's comment about the Elgi and it brought an obnoxious, roaring laugh from Drimbold's lips.

His mirth only died down when the riflemen sitting next to him paid him a greetings, to which he shot him a guarded and uninterested look. Luckily, the Ale had slid into his ham sized fist and the good Dwarfish alcohol improved his mood to where he would at least speak. After taking a long swig, he set the mug down and wiped his mouth with his forearm. "I don't pay men to fight fer me. I do me own fighting, manling." He saw the longrifle the hochlander wore. If nothing else, he respected the weapon. Might not be as good as a Dwarfish handgun, but it was good work for a man engineer.

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

@POOHEAD189 Lol all good saw ya lurking and thought i'd say hi if your interested in joining feel free to join or ask questions. :)

@Nallore

Got a fair bit on my plate but I'll think on it, Nallore :)

The Horrors of Coventry - Concluded

Yo whats up? @POOHEAD189

@Nallore

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...
@Fetzen@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity@Gardevoiran@Stormflyx

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!"

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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