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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil gave a breathless giggle once more at the mention of the Hammered Cock, shaking his head. It was the backwater system bars that really had some charm to them. He'd been in a place called the 'Two Nippled Freak' once. It was the only name he could think that made him laugh more than the Node's quaint establishment. The names of the bars almost made him feel better after having ditched the Goldenhawk.

"I don't think we're going to get out of here without some blood being shed." Neil said. "Buuuuuuut, best thing I can think of bar me taking control of the entire Node is using the ventilation shafts." The daring young pilot nodded his head toward one of the blue outlines along the ceiling, indicating a spot where the air flowed throughout the entire station. "Provided we don't crawl right into the actual life support...should be a piece of chocolate chip nutribar."

For emphasis, he pulled out another bar and bit down, savoring the flavor. "Or we could just, ya know, shoot our way out." He grinned with a knowing look. He felt like he'd been on enough adventure's with Sayeeda by now that she could tell he was joking, while also being open to the possibility.

A minute later they made their way into the Commons, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Junebug had confirmed Neil's suspicions that the people they had seen nonchalantly loitering was most likely a steak out, and once they were in the crowd the two slipped through the throng and melded into the background.

Neil even lifted a cloak off a passerby, giving it to Sayeeda to wear while placing atop his head a strange, plasteel neuro-helm equipped with goggles that could apparently view electromagnetic disturbances. Something he had also 'liberated' from someone in the crowd. It suffocated his thick head of hair though, and he was glad when the Hammered Cock was in sight.
@Penny

Tombs & Treks: An Interest Check!

Probably for the best!

Tombs & Treks: An Interest Check!

Vegeta is better

@Syn

I see this is going to be fun

Tombs & Treks: An Interest Check!

Treks and Tombs

A 1920's Pulp Adventure

Welcome to the thread! If you've decided to peruse, chances are you quite like pulp adventures or lost world genres! When modern man must face ancient myth and human greed on a daring adventure of treasures, exotic locales, and romance! Stories like Indiana Jones and King Solomon's Mines. Well you've come to the right place. I, and my esteemed adventuring colleague @Penny are looking for 3-4 daring souls to share in this adventure, having been recruited by an aging aristocrat who has funded a team to search for the city of life, where the Lunwaba, the Chameleon messenger of God is said to be located, deep within the Congo. World War One is but a memory and the roaring 20's are dying down, the economy is collapsing and gangsters roam the streets of America. Europe begins to mobilize and scheme, while Germany regains power with its new political state under the National Socialist German Workers' Party, better known as the Nazis. Will you dare to risk life and limb for the promise of treasure?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

So, how is everyone doing? Well I hope?

Are things getting even slightly better for you, @Fetzen?

@The Fated Fallen

Good! Just trying to rest after my trip :)
You?

PETS!

My rommate and house owner doesn't allow pets but I visit my parents all the time and they still have one of the dogs I grew up with, Buster.

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

So apparently Trump has just hired Bill Clinton's impeachment Lawyer. I shall now laugh heartily as I swirl my goblet full of wine between my bejeweled fingers.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Alright, first off I want to apologize for my slow update. I lost internet for 2 days, and the day after I got it back I was on a 2 day trip to see my grandparents.

Now, the reason the post is short is because we'll need a reaction update from Stormflyx, and probably one from Sett as well before we move further. Thanks peeps!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Geradin felt a sense of duty toward the wounded and tired Ursaren, as he was a cleric and had sworn an oath to aid the party. However the Dwarves were infamous for their never ending war with the Dorcha. The fact that the other Dorcha seemed to hate this halfbreed was the only real reason he wasn't already caving in her skull and being done with it. That and even he could tell she wasn't full blooded. Within moments, the Dwarf decided there were enough eyes on her already and he went to cast some healing spells upon Ursaren, invoking the name of the Dwarf Goddess, Hertha, to heal his wounds.

Beren knelt down to eye level with Aeryn, gazing at her cuffs and the manner of damage she had on her body. The muscled young monk didn't necessarily want to mistreat her. After all he had saved her twice, and she seemed more like a wounded panther than a coiled serpent. But he still didn't know her, and they needed to understand why she was being executed in order for them to fully trust her. Meanwhile, Calanon had nimbly climbed atop the nearest mushroom and leaped to a taller, second mushroom to gaze across the dimly lit cavern as the other's gathered around Aeryn.

"Oi, what are you doing!?" The Dwarf scolded gruffly at Settione as the man offered to give her the key. Argon had since stepped out of the river, red and water dripping off his thick, tree trunk-like legs as he stepped on land. His clawed feet 'clicked' atop the stone.
@Stormflyx@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@BCTheEntity

I have returned.

Welcome back!