POOHEAD189

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

@POOHEAD189 I'd imagine the Earl is often invited to give guest lectures in archeology and related topics. Elle would usually accompany him. They could have met that way if your boy is one to attend such lectures

@ihinka

Study buddies sounds excellent!

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

If anyone has suggestions on how they ran into my nerd of a character, let me know^^

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic only recognized the Tilean words for 'their' and 'gravedigger.' Past that, he was lost, but he saw the glint in her eyes and knew what was going on. He couldn't help but grin, and pulled his cloak a bit tighter. Even a Northlander like he felt a bit cold in this biting winter.

"Cyrdic" Camilla said, tugging his sleeve. He followed her finger toward the distant hilltop. His eyes were good, but Camilla's eyesight was always as keen as a blade. He could have sworn the figure looked their way and smiled, laughed even, though it was so far off he had no way to prove it. The Justicar looked at them with an infuriating and confused look, drawing a pistol. "Who is that? Is it him?" Thaddeus asked.

The Ostlander shook his head, pulling his cloak tighter once more. But not for the cold. "That was not Karl." he said grimly.

They moved onwards, heading down the hill carefully. There was no ice visible, but it still paid well to tread lightly as they descended, and then once the ground was even, the three found they had entered the sparse woods. Camilla's ghost was just up ahead when it had disappeared, the ubiquitously placed trees crooked under the weight of the snow upon their canopies. What bushes there had been were now leafless, gnarled claws.

As they reached the crest of the small hill, beyond they would see more of the same. Except obscured by the snow filled tops of trees, now below them.

"Cyrdic, I-" Camilla began, stepping forward before slipping on ice. On instinct he caught her before she could fall, his back now turned to the way they faced. "You ok?"

"We need to get a move on." The Justicar began to order. It was just at that moment when a wickedly barbed arrow escaped the decline and banged off Cyrdic's Norscan Shield, right along where he had strapped it on his back. The arrow spun in mid air and fell upon the snow. Cyrdic and Camilla shared a look, before the Ostlander yelled. "Down!" And covered Camilla with his body as a dozen arrows were loosed. Half of them flew wide, the archers poor aims. Thaddeus had taken refuge behind an oak, and the other missiles were either buried in the snow or bounced off Cyrdic's shield.

What followed was a bestial roar along with the echoes of an insane laughter. Cyrdic peeked out from under his shield in time to see beastmen loping up the hill, armed with axes and spears. Most of them were small, about a Dwarf's height and not nearly as wide. But some were mansized and white furred, with the heads of horses and oxen.
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

"Why!?" Taya cried in the background, falling to her knees as Neil put on a poised look. "Why do all of our good fortunes go sour!? What God hates us!?" As the pilot mused and spoke, Taya would collapse dramatically and begin crying, before tugging at one of the giant tapestries and hugging it as if it were her mother.

"I don't think it's him." Neil said honestly, even reluctantly. Yes, it did seem a bit too convenient of a scenario, for him to take Sayeeda out on a night of the town, but he couldn't have known Neil would go for a walk, right? He was clearly interested in Sayeeda from the get go, and this would be a bit too obvious of a ploy. The Highlander crew would immediately be suspicious of him. Then again he could have been acting, but Neil didn't quite believe an accomplished thief and a Captain would be that gullible. "There's plenty of siblings, maybe he's in danger? Wouldn't taking him out first simply make the target one of the other siblings? I'd kill a different one if I were some mystery assassin."

Taya looked up, hope in her eyes. Her face was wet and riddled with marks from having pressed her face into the tapestry "You think so?"

Neil shrugged in acknowledgement. "He seems like a cool guy in my book." He said. "I don't think any dude could get on Junebug's good side on lies, anyway."

The pilot fell back onto the cushioned chair, and simply decided that all he felt like doing was getting hammered drunk. "Toss me the vodka," he told Junebug.
@Penny

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Also will this have a discord?

@Hero

Yes. We also have a facebook page and a steam group. I have already mailed you our Tombs & Treks keychain.

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Warhammer 40k: The Fires of the Dragon (Very Much Dead)

Is there a premise, my good sir?

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Alright, so everyone has made very fine characters. We want certain creative freedoms so the critiques will not be too nitpicky. Just a little bit of extra stuff.

@ihinka You need to write down where she was and what she was doing when called by the Baron. Other than that, she's good.
@Dervish You're already completed, though I admit there is a small pedantic note. Judging by Lucian's age and the current year, it would be his great grandfather who fought for Napolean and not his grandfather. But that's just splitting hairs tbh. He is done, sir.
@AmaranthI wonder what happened to your character's mother. You spoke about her father quite a bit, but I don't believe you ever explained if he was widowed. Did she have siblings? Other than that, done!
@Hero Already spoke to you on discord and you edited, so accepted!

Unless my fellow GM has any following comments, then we're set.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Within 24 hours, we'll have your updates people.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"We were fleeing because of the mob." Cyrdic said, his face hard set and grim, just begging for the Justicar to try and harm Camilla or Eloise in his presence. The two men matched stares for many moments, before Cyrdic realized the Justicar's ego would add weight to his paranoia, and he wouldn't back down. With a force of will, the Ostlander calmed himself.

"You were right." he admitted, standing down and lowering his weapon. Thaddeus seemed a bit surprised at such a proclamation, his brow narrowed and his visage suspicious. "What do you mean? Explain."

"My friend, Karl. I came to see him. He..." Cyrdic had a hard time admitting such a thing. To admit something so heinous was against his Imperial sensibilities. "He has been touched by Chaos. He's received a vision in daylight, as you know. He fled to the North, close to Nordland. I served with him in the Nordland campaigns and I know the area where he goes. We are to find him and save him if we could. If we can't..."

Eloise shivered, unable to bear the thought. The Justicar leveled his gaze at Cyrdic, trying to find an ulterior motive to his confession.

"But Eloise is guilty of nothing but a love for her brother. We're taking her to the next town so she isn't harmed. If you don't get out of our way, we'll kill you and everyone else that dare's try to stop us."

The wolfish, bestial stare Cyrdic portrayed was brutal, but to the Justicar's credit, he did not flinch. In fact, after a moment he let out a light chuckle, as if the thought he could be killed by them was absurd. He saw the wisdom in not pushing his luck, however. "I could hang you for simply uttering those words." Thaddeus declared, though he sheathed his firearm as well. "But surprisingly, I believe you."

The room didn't seem to relax, but the air had a marked drop in danger. "But I can't allow you to leave here without supervision." he said, giving all three of them a level stare. "And so I am going with you. To see his Majesty Karl Franz's will is done."

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2 days later

The snow lazily drifted out of the sky, catching every fold of clothing or stray hair. Cyrdic's breath was visible, billowing out like an Imperial steam tank. Pulling his cloak around him tighter, he gazed at the wooded hills that led eastward. Thaddeus and Camilla stood next to him, having finished taking a small meal. It was this very morning they had dropped off Eloise in Velkanburg. The woman had given Cyrdic a necklace of Karl's, and she had given Camilla her hankerchief for good luck.

"Lead the way." The Justicar ordered, questioning yet again why he chose to go on this venture out in the cold, where the beastmen roamed. For all of his bravado and steeled looks, Justicars were not in their element in such wilds. He had a hidden look of fear in his eyes.

"It won't be long." Cyrdic said as they moved forward down the hillock. "If we keep moving, we'll be there before nightfall."