POOHEAD189

Will They Reign Supreme? {Whispers x Poohead}

The throne he sat in was a bit intimidating, and he still felt this entire situation was more surreal than anything. As if he'd wake up from an odd dream in mere moments and return to his usual duties. However, Morgana's delicate and warm hand on his felt very real. He would need to accept this. It was his new duty, however unfit he saw himself. He would do his best. In a way he could see him leading a somewhat similar life to what he had already been living.

When the Queen looked to him, he gazed back into her eyes and found himself smiling. The easiest part of this turn of events was Morgana, which was something he hadn't expected. Most Ladies or Queens were not very understanding, but he found himself both impressed and attracted to her. "I'll be your King." He said to her, letting the words hang in the air for a moment as he realized they were looking at one another a bit too long.

"I um..." he began, looking to the tables in the Great Hall, considering what to do. This had happened so fast, and he was often too busy to consider how to spend any downtime, other than the occasional drinking bout or duel. But he supposed if there were any pressing issues, the Queen would be schooling him on such, instead of wishing to get to know him. He bit his tongue, dark eyes cast downward as he thought of what to do. "You know, riding is a fine idea." He decided, looking up to give her a soft grin in return.

He cleared his throat and ascended from the throne, still glad he wore his traveling clothes. He supposed he looked a bit off, unkempt and rugged with a sword at his belt and a soldier's attire. However, it was fine clothing to ride in. He held out an arm for his Queen to take. "I admit I've not had the pleasure of seeing the gardens before." He commented, a bit curious on the Palace. He would be living here, after all.

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Heirs of the Dark Lord

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@Flagg

I am sorry it took me awhile to reply. I'll check my schedule, though I admit I am terrible at RPing evil characters!

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

Ironbreaker is my most used, but I love all Dwarf classes. Imperial Soldier is great too.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

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

Anyone here played the Vermintide 2 Beta?

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

So apparently someone shot himself on the white house lawn. The secret service thought it was a shooting and placed the white house on lockdown.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

The Arbites had finished his onslaught on the base floor, having leapt off the rise onto another below, and then stomping hard on the ground with his next leap. He shot another dozen rounds into the scattered mass, causing a rout as the skitarii and the others fired alongside him. "Primary threat, dealt with." He said with a cool satisfaction, his combat shotgun smoking lightly from extended use. He stripped the weapon for a moment, letting it cool down as he reloaded.

Behind him, he would hear the Astartes and Sororitas' telltale voices intermingling with the Psyker's. It seemed the group had finally mostly rejoined one another for the moment. As long as the psyker did not grab him again and transport him through the extradimensional void, all would be well. Unfortunately, the incoming news from Vala about the defenseless Titan caused a stir even among the cold blooded and machinery refined Skitarii.

"We need to move." Herold said, his shotgun making a loud 'clacking' noise as he finished putting it back together, fresh and ready for use yet again. He was not entirely familiar with the facilities hangers, but he knew the general direction of the lowest and highest numbers when he got a look at the overhead map back in the tower.

"This way. 12 should be through these northern corridors."

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"This is nooooooooooot good," Neil said, crossing his arms as he floated endlessly. The Kramer station slowly drifted beside him as he began to pass its central line, and he took a steadying breath. He had always imagined he'd die from a fiery explosion, or maybe when he was old and a girl was going down on him. Not like this. He felt like eventually he'll probably just open his space suit helmet and let the endless void kill him, or shoot himse-

"Holy fuck." He said, a chill running through his body as the realization dawned on him, followed by laughter originating from sheer relief and how stupid he felt. He reached down into his holster at the belt and produced his revolver. Thankfully this suit was nearly skintight. He would have been dead if the revolver was inside the suit. But he had an idea. If he did poorly he'd run out of bullets, so he needed to be careful, but he was pretty certain he could get this on the first try if he aimed it correctly...

He couldn't hear the crack of course, and he hardly felt any kickback. But his velocity began to slow from his first shot. He needed more, and placing his off hand on the hammer, his eyes steeled and his lips parted as he counted down to three, before unloading all five shots out of his pistol in rapid succession, causing him to reverse direction very deliberately. A mere turn of his head showed he was drifting toward the station!

Not for the first time was he glad that his piloting background caused him to think on his feet instinctually. He hit the station with more force than he anticipated, but with a rough grab he managed to hold. Less than five minutes later, after having gained a handhold and gripping each crevice and nook like his life depended on it, he made it up to the ship's hanger. The lesser void shield that contained the inner atmosphere glowed softly, and he yanked himself from the 'cliff's edge' feeling his weight almost immediately. A quick scan of the long corridor that a few Highlander sized freighters could land comfortably in showed there were merely two people on the right walkway, with doors that fed into the station proper. And none looked at him at the moment.

"Oh, time to shine."

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"CLAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUSTROPHOBIC. (Closing in and I'm) CAAAAATASTROHPIC-"

It was somewhat muffled inside the Highlander, but Taya could see the screaming faces and the pain in their eyes as they clutched their heads to vainly stop the noise. She showed her teeth in regret, sad she had to resort to subjecting them to Neil's taste in music. She had been out of options! "Lonney, keep it on his playlist." She ordered, and her small hands were shuddering a bit at the fact she was in such a situation. She had never commanded a freighter before.

As the next song was sent down the line, a stop and start rock song with heavy deliverance Lonney revealed was called 'Click Click Boom,' Taya saw the leader standing unperturbed and unaffected. He simply reached up to his arm and pulled down his sleeve to reveal a wrist mounted device, tapping a few buttons she could not see before she felt a small disturbance in the air, as if the pressure suddenly became heavier.

Her ears popped violently and she fell to her knees as the frequency pierced through the hanger, and the music was suddenly silenced. The young girl gripped the Xarconian floor with her left arm, and reached up to feel her ear. Placing a finger underneath it, she lifted it to her eyes and was relieved there was no blood. The situation swiftly return to the forefront of her mind, and she knew her hearing was the least of her worries if they got aboard the ship.

"Oi, deckhand." Lonney said, a bit too loud for her ears, but it was a sign she could hear.

"Wha-... deckhand!?"

"Aye. Looks like ye got some help ay?"

"What?"

Dimly, she would hear muffled cracks in the background. Disoriented, she almost couldn't stand, slipping twice and holding her head from intense vertifo as she opened up the disply monitor to show armed men across the bay, trading fire with what mercenaries could still fight outside. "Is that Cheng's men?"
@Penny

Heirs of the Dark Lord

Ah, I see this is being refurbished.