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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

I believe that assisted suicides are felonies in many states, but the suicide attempt by the person in question is only considered illegal under common law.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@ihinka We'll check and judge everyone's sheets soon!

@CycadSorry to hear that bud. Thanks for showing the interest, though.

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

I liked Farcry Instincts better.

Even if Farcry 2 was a neat idea, they shouldn't have taken away the Sci Fi aspect to the games.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Hey peeps!

Sorry for the quiet - I will write my post in the next day (dont wanna commit to any time i cant keep up with) I'm not one for excuses but I have been very sick and to the Dr this week which hasnt been fun. I'm all good and having a course of antibiotics I'm just tryna rest

>.< sorrryy!!

@Stormflyx

Hey, take care of yourself.
My policy is, as long as you let me know there's problems on your end, you get whatever time you need! Though if you post tomorrow, then all the better as well. But really, make sure you're good first <3

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was both surprised, and yet not. He'd seen how the Prince seemed to really admire the Captain, and most of the time a man starts with admiration and finds their interest leading straight to the dick. Neil could understand. He was attracted to women of talent and competence, and it seemed the prince was as well. And yet, he honestly hadn't thought that Aiden here would be bold enough to ask him that question.

"Nnnno." Neil said simply, dragging it out.

Not for a lack of interest on Neil's part. The pilot had hit on her a few times, was amazed at her badass moves, and she had an uncomfortable habit of turning him on. (It was why he usually hit on her and not Taya) But she'd never shown even a passing interest in him (which GREATLY offended him because WHY NOT) and he'd never pressed the issue, and there was also still the chain of command. Plus with Quetzalli in such relatively recent memory, he didn't exactly know how he really felt with this line of questioning. So far he was just having a good time as a crew member.

"-We are not. I'm mostly trouble for her, haha. Why do you ask?" Neil said, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I thought Princes married politically." It was mostly a joke, an amused smile curving on the pilot's face.

Aiden Amalric tapped his chair arms. "You have a point. But I think a prince is allowed to ask a hero for a drink, yes?"

Neil balanced the thought process in his head. He hadn't considered the crew might have gained some form of status from this recent rescue. "Does this make me anything?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Like..." he spread a hand out, as if placing letters in the air, flashing his hand at each syllable for emphasis. "Neil! Grand. Baron. of. Dar'monad."

"...Probably not, but you'll still be a hero?"

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Taya fell flat on her rump, groaning at the last leg sweep of the exercise. Sayeeda gave her a hand up, and wiped the hair out of her face, her usually shaved head now growing into something she might need to start managing.

"You never answered my question, which is an answer in and of itself I think" Taya remarked, slyly.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic felt Camilla's delicate hand on his shoulder, and moments later he tilted his head and closed his eyes as she massaged him, allowing a small smile on his face. Her fingers eased the tension out of his frame, and as she smiled impishly behind him, it was as if he read her mind because other thoughts began to drift into his own head. Unbeknownst to some, the infamous pair were lovers when they actually had time to relax. Unfortunately, they often did not have that luxury, and this was one of those times. The cold, the strained muscles, and the unknown wilderness were enough to keep them focused on survival above all.

"Wake me if you need me. I won't sleep long," he promised her, and he set himself off the stone to find a relatively flat spot, wrapping his furs around his torso and resting his head along his muscled arm.

When morning dawned and Cyrdic saw Camilla arise, he tossed her the sausage and she deftly caught it as he expected. The Ostlander already had his in his mouth, like a hound who'd just been given a treat to savor. To Cyrdic the white stillness of the woods was a sight he had seen multiple times in his life, and yet he still appreciated its beauty. He wondered how Camilla found it.

About an hour later, they had crested the hill that hid the village of Kennenburg. Cyrdic took a long swig of his waterskin, and handed it to Camilla for her to drink as he took in the view. Down below, the town was a veritable island of civilization in the midst of rock and sparse trees, planted along one of the vast rolling hills that made up the whole of the westerlands. Smoke wafted lazily from small townhouses that were planted ubiquitously between shops and pens where the odd animal resided, most being within the stables to stave off the cold.

"A quaint little place." Camilla remarked, her accent giving her words the sound of 'Ay qu-aint leetal place.' "Not very protected. Are there beastmen here?"

"Most are east of here, in the Drakwald." He said to the Tilean. After a beat, he finished with. "But probably. I've been here once before, years ago."

Unfortunately they had no real bounties or loot in weeks, and they only had small savings with which to live off of. Once they had discovered a vast treasure in the Middle Mountains, uncovered while being hopelessly involved in a war of territory between Night Goblins and the mythical Skaven. Now, they had none of what they had taken still with them, other than a bejeweled crown that Camilla fancied, and to be sold in emergencies.

Luckily, small townships like this were not too expensive, and were more apt to trade rather than charge.

Passing through the limits of the settlement, they could see a few people pulling cattle out of their pens to take outside, and a man with a cauliflower nose smoking a pipe on a chair, heavily clad in a winter coat. The folk here were stocky and hardy like their reikland cousins, but still merely men in the face of harsh winters and brigands.

They managed to find the Inn, aptly labeled 'Traveler's Rest.'
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Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

people who proudly proclaim they have never seen star wars and so on.

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The literal worst.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had been merely relaxing, his eyes having grown somewhat heavy. Usually he was a late kinda guy, but that last bump on the head really had thrown him for a loop. The young pilot had propped the chair back and had taken the time to recline comfortably when the Prince arrived and stole his attention.

"Ah, Prince Aiden. How goes it?"

The heir smiled, not used to being so informal, though he clearly didn't mind. He continued with his line of questioning, and Neil spun his chair around, considering why he was curious. After a moment, he supposed he didn't care too much. What would be the harm in telling him, anyway. They were heroes.

"Yes. The Captain's been fighting a few years longer than I have, but I've seen my share of professional action." Neil admitted.

"She seems a remarkable woman," Aiden confided, continuing before Neil could have a reaction to that. "Did you serve together?"

"No, I served on my home planet of Fortus. Sayeeda's been all over the place. I couldn't rightly give an accurate number of worlds, but she's fought on more than most people have probably been on." Neil said. "I did most of my travel after being discharged. Now we just get by best we can."

"What is the young girl's name? Taya?" Neil nodded. The Prince gave a small smile as if he had a very amusing thought. "She seems quite intelligent, though a bit out of place on this ship."

"I think we're all in agreement on that, but we like having her. If you want to know more about her, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you about it." Neil chuckled, and he took a sip of the cola he'd had next to him. The Prince idly gazed at the cockpit's inner workings as he continued, eyes following the row of knobs that indicated the thrusters. "You know I've been looking for contractors to perform some work for me. I cannot confide the details at the moment, but needless yo say I'm impressed by the ship. Captain Cykali tells me you're a fine pilot."

"Thank you, your highness."

"By the way..." He asked, casually pipping the question within the conversation. "Where did you get that marking on your hand?"

"My first job aboard the Highlander. One of the locals gave it to me. I decided to keep it. Cool tat, right?"

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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"It's a debt I owe," Cyrdic said, having planted himself on one of the larger stone. He had taken his boots and sword off, along with his Norscan shield. The way he wielded the round shield and the bastard sword, they seemed light. But when he placed them down, Camilla could hear the reverberating 'clunks' against the stone. As he spoke, he stripped off his cloak and furs, revealing his upper body's warrior physique.

With broad shoulders and powerful arms, his torso was both lean and yet thickly muscled. Along his tanned skin were scars he had received from across the old world, His strong hands hovered above the fire to keep them warm. "Karl served with me on my second Campaign." He explained. He had made and lost many friends in the army, and he categorized them by which Campaigns they served in with him. "It was Karl, me, and his cousin Gunter on the shores of Nordland when we were hit by a raid. A Norscan party had come round the mountain and over the dried riverbed in the night and attacked us. That night Karl saved my life from a Norscan Warsword, though that wasn't why I recall it."

Cyrdic placed another stick in the fire, trying not to imagine the crackle of the flames as breaking bone. "Gunter died during the fight, from the witchery of a Shaman of the Dark powers." The Ostlander's jaw clenched, and he looked away from the flames as if to avoid a memory, instead looking to his companion. "A story had gone around camp of one of the Norscan heroes of old having fought for Asavar Kul during the last War of Chaos, invading Nordland's shore along the Sea of Claws. Magnus the Pious slew him on his way back toward Altdorf, and the Champion's followers buried him along with all of their treasure somewhere along the coast. When Gunter was struck by the spell, he grabbed Karl and whispered something to him, even as he bled from his eyes. Karl told me that Gunter's last words were of the tomb."

A howl echoed across the blanket of wind outside, and it took Cyrdic a moment to realize it was his sword when Camilla didn't react. He grabbed the hilt instinctively, and the hackles along the back of his neck stood on end. "I told Karl that even if it were true, those were the mutterings of the enemy. He claimed he would find Gunter there. I made him swear by Sigmar and Ulric he wouldn't try to find it but..." He shook his head, earthy brown hair swaying lightly. "I just need to make sure he's safe.
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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Or the rest of your crew," Neil completed for him, his nod toward the Sergeant and the Councilmen was sympathetic. The Prince cleared his throat, but nodded in agreement, accepting the criticism. Neil knew the Prince obviously cared about his crew, or at least Neil had that impression. But he still had to voice it and remind the Prince. He wondered what Amalric would think of Neil as a former planetary insurgent and known criminal. Technically rebelling against Fortus law was rebelling against Imperial Law.

Good thing they were very far away from that system.

"What were you to look for on Hue 326?" Taya asked, her interest of the subject plain, though it was obvious the Prince also had something to do with it. For his part, the handsome aristocrat smiled at her question, and she practically melted under his gaze, though he didn't seem to notice.

"Literary sources tell of a planet where the birth of the ancients occurred." He explained. "An Eden of their civilization. It's...there are many planets that are possible candidates. This was one I felt was correct due to the alignment of the systems in one of the old maps I've found, but then again it could have been a barren rock. We'll return after we refuel and resupply, once we get these men home."

"My prince." The councilmen pipped in, and though it was a subservient request for his attention, the elder did have a scolding look about him. "You do know that soon you will ascend to the throne? You need to prepare."

Aiden let out a sigh, nodding. "Yes, Ranald I realize." He acqueised. "We'll see what the future holds, yes? Speaking of which, I would be honored if you and your crew would deign to stick around once we make it to our homeworld. If your business is not too pressing. I would be summarily crucified if my saviors were not shown to my family and some of the public. Perhaps if it was too late in the R.I.P. season, it would be a place to rest?"
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