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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Gonna Carry That Weight...[Cowboy Bebop inspired RP]

Might not have the time to join, but gotta give it an interest at least.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Calanon having none of your "I stole the Dark Elf staff for the good of us all" shit.
I forgot how shitty the old photobucket is~!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The howling of the wolves pierced his ears far more keenly than the scything wind. His musculature was scarred and ruddied from years of brutal combat and even more brutal winters, the rugged Ostlander trudged through the muck with an almost obsessive stoicism. Cyrdic Becker, former sergeant of Elector Count Valmir von Raukov and now infamous soldier of fortune, was like a hound on the scent. Single minded and utterly implacable until something snapped him out of his focus.

And yet this cold threatened to do just that, seeping into his powerful frame. He could feel it in his bones, and yet he wouldn't stop. The frost had even covered his signature scar along his left cheek, filling it in to the pore and crackling painfully if he ever moved his jaw. Somehow he found the will to keep going. Twenty miles was no long trek to a soldier. He'd traveled five times such a distance many times over the course of a handful of days. How could he stop himself now, when his old friend was in need of help? What man of the Empire would he be?

He noticed his knee felt somewhat weak when he stopped and turned to Camilla. In the ice and wind, Cyrdic looked akin to a youthful, veritable warrior of legend, with his freshly grown beard covered in ice, his wolfish eyes unperturbed by the wind. Camilla looked much different, and very out of place. However somehow it only accentuated her charms. Not for the first time did he marvel at how beautiful she was, even with her face covered by the cloth, her eyes could warm him more than any fire.

He sighed at her logic, and looked back at the distant crags, squinting against the wind and giving a low growl of frustration. Much like a man would make, only somewhat deeper as if from a secondary, more bestial source. Quickly, his old instincts returned to him, having been in desperate survival situations more times than most living men on campaign. He looked around, first at the snow filled muck before them, and then to the tree line along their left and right.

"This way!" He said, taking her hand to keep her from slipping as they left the road. One slip here could make one frozen, and prove fatal. He helped her until they entered the very limited shelter of the sparsely wooded trees. If the landscape hadn't lied to them, they might find a cave or a thick copse of birch to huddle in and make a fire, Sigmar and Ulric willing.

Even as the overcast sky grew dimmer, his eyes remained keen and aware. It was after even he nearly toppled from exhaustion that he found a small opening in one of the rises of the mountainous terrain.

Shelter.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Lonney could pilot the ship for a time, but despite his advanced nature, he was still AI. He had been limited by the strict Imperial Artificial Intelligence laws and could not make a jump himself, or give tactical decisions beyond basic maneuvers. Neil needed rest and some time in one of their small medical chambers. One of the courtesans had kissed him on the cheek and a few hailed him as a hero, along with Junebug and Taya. If he'd been awake he would have capitalized on such attention, but it took a few hours for him to regain consciousness and once he did, he had his head bandaged and he stuck to the cockpit until they hit the closest R.I.P. tide.

As Neil set up the proper functions to keep the ship steady and safe within the R.I.P., Prince Alden had taken the time to personally thank Junebug and Taya for the rescue, inviting them along with his senior officer and his closest councilmen and advisor to sit and speak, finally having some time to talk.

"I feel as if we owe you the kingdom as well as our lives," the Councilman said, who introduced himself as Ranald Antioch, former soldier and now aged advisor. He was bald, with a sharp nose and an even sharper beard of grey, though his eyes had not lost any of their luster (and if they had, he would have been quite the fiery youth!). If Junebug recalled, he had been firing into the mass of Xenos as well, at least at the end. "Prince Aiden would not admit it, but he is the only heir to the throne that has any worth."

"Ranald," Amalric scoffed, almost embarrassed to be praised as such in front of Sayeeda. He cleared his throat, and turned to Junebug and Taya, his eyes grateful and his smile informally fetching. "I would hate to admit it, but we were caught with our trousers dropped and you showed up as if sent by Gideon himself. Thank you. Both. We're sorry we're keeping you from your busy schedule of...?"

"We're simple traders~" Taya said breathlessly, her lower half shifting nearly in a wiggle and her eyes large and awestruck as she spoke to the Prince. They were so wide one could see the ship's overhead lights within them, ironically giving them the faux appearance of stars. She had just gotten done helping the last of what she had suspected were refugees until she noticed their uniforms and professions, and once she found out they were entertaining a prince she seemed a tad less mature, though still holding herself together.

"I see," Alden said. "Where to?"

"Headin' to Alpha Centuri, yer Lordship." Lonney pipped in. The senior officer gazed upwards and around as the others did, but he gave a disbelieving laugh. "By the Gods." He uttered, extremely amused at the AI not only advanced enough to answer with a personality, but also with such a rough accent.

"I see there's another tale to learn. You've quite the ship and crew here, Captain Cykali." The Prince commented, obviously impressed.

@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Yeah, I'm lost on where the conversation is now. Are we discussing National Pride or accepting Nazis?

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil side dodged another rock, the thrusters igniting for a split second to keep the Highlander airborne. A few rocks had even dinged the ship, but Neil had made sure it was on the thick hull plating and nothing fragile. He felt like the rocks were taking the role of hail in the storm, and it fit in a cosmic punishment sort of way. Then again, better up here than down there where the cast-aways and his captain were.

After another minute, he knew this was getting nowhere. Even though he could easily mow down any of the Xenos from up above, it still left spots open, and to his horror some of them seemed to be able to regenerate by fusing together, as if they were single-celled organisms made giant, recreating themselves. "If these things aren't made from bio-engineering, then I'm a police officer." He was glad some of them were a bit too vaporized to attempt regernation, but it was still too much for the ground force.

"Alright, that's it." Neil said, snapping the steering up and telling Lonney to take control once more after sending Lonney a new algorithm.

"Aye sir!"

Taya walked in, almost bumping into Neil before he caught her. "Any news on Junebug?" She asked anxiously. She wasn't as nervous as she had been the past few missions, but then again Neil guessed she had been through a lot since they'd met. "Yep, we're about to save her." Neil told her matter of fact, and passed her into the corridor. She spun around. "Wait, how!?"

"Get to the cargo bay and you'll see!"

She hesitated for a moment, and then when a boulder glanced off the ship and caused a large 'bump' next to her, she squealed and scampered after Neil, wanting to be anywhere in the galaxy but here. She then felt the same way ten fold when she made it to the cargo bay and saw Neil begin to work on the truck.

"What in the hell are you doing!?" She gasped, very certain he had gone insane! Well, even more insane than usual!

"Head to the bay hatch and strap yourself in!" He called from under the jeep. "Open the door when I give the signal."

Taya heaved in breathe, hyperventilating at their situation, but she did as she was told as if her body was being controlled by some unseen force. Vaguely she realized her waking self had drawn within to make sure she didn't start crying, and once she was strapped to one of the wall straps, he stood next to the button that would open the hatch. Neil suddenly slid out, pulling a large item out from under the hover-truck. Taya knew it to be the reactor engine.

Once Neil got to his feet, he unslung his grenade launcher and grabbed the handle to the reactor, his free hand grabbing onto one of the overhanging chains of the 'workshop."

"Now." He ordered, and Taya pressed the button.

The hatch door opening brought a torrent of rain and wind surging into the Highlander, nearly yanking her off her feet and out of her skin. To her surprise, Neil wasn't effected. Or even amused, which was even more surprising. He had complete concentration, and a closer look revealed him wearing some form of head phones? With the time apparently right, Neil let go of the reactor as the Highlander swirled round over the enemy Xenos. The floor inclining slightly to the left and the reactor shot out into the mountain's run.

Almost as if he foresaw the Highlander steadying, Neil stepped calmly forward and let go of the chain, both hands on the grenade launcher. His muzzle followed the descent of the reaction, until the hundred pound steel contraption landed on one of the beasts and crumpled it from the velocity. It had only just begun to pick itself up, lifting the reactor as if in curiosity when a krak grenade struck it squarely.

The resulting explosion rocked the Highlander, Neil only having time to comment. "Sick" before he was flung into the wall. Below, the explosion sent shockwaves down the mountain, crashing into advancing beasts and incinerating most of them within a hundred meter range, giving those further up the mountain a much needed respite. Neil was out cold, blood trickling down his skull from somewhere within his thick mane of hair.

To Taya's surprise, the Highlander then began to lower itself closer and closer to the plateau where the royal soldiers held the line, the cargo hatch lowering to allow passengers. Taya was not there to see Neil placing in the algorithm to do such a thing before they ever made it into the cargo bay...
@Penny

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Pride in your country is like pride in a sports team. "We're great and you're not." There is no "we" because you yourself likely did nothing.

Will They Reign Supreme? {Whispers x Poohead}

He was ready to escort her to wherever she wished, to be courteous and to show his willingness for their marriage. But to his utter surprise she was more giddy than he had anticipated, practically dragging him forward with an excited and girlish energy. It was endearing, he felt. After they had entered the carriage, he realized she had the attractiveness and glee of a pretty girl with the wisdom of a Queen.

Quite pretty, he noted as she gazed at the gardens with the same interest as he gazed at her, finally admiring how the hard Knight might actually enjoy being married to her. Not that he had any reservations on her in general, but it had happened so fast. It seemed he was getting a bit more comfortable, however. Meldyr had initially thought the 'ride' would be both of them on horses as well, but he supposed that was fooling to think. Looking past her long lashes, he did see the gardens and was quite intrigued. He wasn't used to such natural beauty being so tentatively cared for.

Only for his mind to whip straight back to her as she leaned on him, and he felt himself flushing slightly, before she grabbed his callused hand and dragged him forward once again. However, this time he didn't blink in surprise. He gave a chuckle at her energy and had a smile on his handsome face. "Alright, ok, let's see it." He said, his voice low yet smooth in pitch. Meldyr was just happy she was excited to show him the gardens even closer. That is, until she stopped to take in the moment.

Her small hand was still gripping his own, and he squeezed it a bit. The top of her golden head was only a bit taller than his shoulder, and his dark eyes fell on her as he tilted his head. After a moment, he lifted up her hand and kissed, his usually courageous eyes looking a tad softer than usual. He gave her a helpless smile, before nodded her forward. "I'm anxious to see. If it impresses you, then I'm excited."