POOHEAD189

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Who'd like to do stuff with Hal?

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

The stairway was well furnished, with lush carpeted floors fit for a royal opera. The fabric darkened due to all of the wet, everyone now soaked to the bone. Neil let out a 'woo' as he moved his mop of hair out of his eyes. "Here I was thinking the Opera would be boring. I was always more into 'La bohème' anyway." He said, getting to his feet. As the Prince placed a tossed chair at the door to keep the barrier in place, Taya coughed.

She shivered from the cold, rubbing her arms in frustration. "Why can't we ever get a break?" She asked.

The door behind them burst open as if kicked. Neil was knocked to the side, and out stepped a man with a hydrosonic weapon. An experimental firearm, water cooled and using vibrations to create deadly airwaves. If he'd fired the weapon at any of them, it would have carved a clean hole through any unarmored individual.

However, the assassin that Sayeeda had predicted had failed to realize the weight he'd hit with the door. Neil was on him in a flash, grabbing at his gun and kneeing him in the stomach, causing the weapon to drop to the floor. The Pilot headbutted him, but was similarly shoved back and punched. Neil knocked aside the blow with his forearm, redirecting the kinetic energy of the attack and stepped forward, using his weight to add force to his next punch that struck the man's throat.

The assassin coughed up blood, and fell to his knees, gasping for air that wouldn't show. Neil's method wasn't as fine tuned as Sayeeda's, but it was a step above what Aiden, Taya, and possibly the Captain expected. The Prince blinked, having stopped from activating the device in his hands to stare at Neil. Taya squinted. "I wasn't expecting that." she said. Neil let out a breath and looked the group, finding his signature grin.

He knelt down and picked up the weapon the guy had been aiming at the Captain and Prince. "Yeah well...I can't always be here to save your-"

The door opened again forcefully. Neil was hit a second time, nearly being knocked down the next flight of stairs as a frightened couple surged out of it, fearfully looking back and forth. So scared were they, they didn't notice the heir to the throne was in front of them, and they hurried past Neil who was collecting his senses.
@Penny

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@POOHEAD189
Sorry about that anyway. I thought I had time but completely got lost.

@Gardevoiran

Its all good. Happens to everyone

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@Gardevoiran No worries. You got a pass like I said. The 10 day post-time started over for you and everyone^^

Hello!

Welcome to the Guild!

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Gonna edit my peeps tonight

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Lysandra swivelled her head towards the sound of Elle's voice. She recieved the greeting with a sardonic smile and shot back, "Tiens, tiens Elle, what a delicious surprise. Looks like we will be working together on this trip. That is what you are here for... right?" As she finished her sentence, Lady von Brennenburg crossed her legs and fully turned her whole body in the direction of Lucian and Countess Pelham.

Elle chuckled at Lysandra's snarky quip. This was how the two usually communicated with each other. But Elle was positive there was passion behind Lys' cold remarks to her. So instead of getting offended El's grin grew even bigger. "Oh, you know me, Lys. If work is not fun, it's just hard labor." El wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Of course by the time her sentence was out of her mouth Lysandra had already given El her back and had remained oblivious to the eyebrow wiggle. The Countess chuckled again and shaking her head turned to Alcander. "So Al... Two archeology experts in the house. What do you suppose the Baron has planned for us?" Elle's whole essence was still irradiating jolly vibes all around.

For his part, Lucian regarded Lysandra with perplexed interest; there was something exceedingly familiar about the woman, even though he did not readily recogonize her. Perhaps staring for too long behind cool, attentive eyes, Lucian thought he might have connected the dots as he wrestled with his memory and tried to reconcile the face to something from his past. At last, it hit him. From several years back, and prior to his departure from her father's company, Lucian thought he'd figured out why Lysandra was so familiar. "Begging your pardon, maddam, but I believe we've met before. You are Herr Von Brennenburg's daughter, correct? It has been some time; I did not recognize you, I'm ashamed to admit."

Alcander should have guessed the attractive woman, Lys, would be a known figure. She seemed an (albeit cold) socialite, much like the Indian woman. He turned to his aquaintence Elle. While they didn't socialize in the same circles, he always enjoyed being around her. "I'm curious on that as well. He called me a few weeks ago and told me about a venture or project he looked to set forth, but the Baron did not seem fit to provide details." He glanced to the others that awaited Lord Cornack. "I have a feeling everyone here has a certain set of skills."

The two women seemed to recognize one another, their interactions actually quite amusing. Lakshmi almost forgot to return Lucian's greeting, though that admittedly went out the window as she figured that each of them at least knew one another. Sort of. Though while it looked like some were better known, she pondered how she fit into this group. At Alcander's hunch, she wasn't quite sure. Well, looks were decieving, but he seemed to be getting at something more. "Skills such as...?" She ended up asking outloud.

A smile crept on to Lysandra's face as Lucian seemed to recognise her. She nodded and spoke proudly, "I am indeed Konrad von Brennenburg's daughter. It is so good to see you, Lucian. My father sends you his warmest regards... and this." Lysandra smiled and slid the envelope towards Lucian. It was lettered in a familiar handwriting with Lucian's full name on it, and sealed with the wax seal of the estate of Brennenburg. Lys turned back to address the full table. "If Lucian is here and Elle as well, that must mean this is an expedition of some sort,
yes? My father told me little of what my purpose here was."

The Frenchman took the envelope, something that felt like it was far more ornate and expensive than it needed to be, with a respectful bow of his head. He'd open it when he had a moment to himself, he decided, as he cautiously angled it like it were a piece of cutlery to the left of his person. "Merci, Lysandra, the feeling is mutual. It warms my heart to see you in good health. If I do not see your father in a timely manner, please offer him my warmest regards." He said, turning his attention to the meeting as well. "Given the decour and my profession as a hunter and a colonial Africa guide, I can only presume that this proposition will take us there, [/I]non?[/I]"

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An Expedition Unlike Any Other

The conversation was interrupted by an incessant tapping upon the floor. Once, twice, thrice...slowly but surely. Alcander's smile at the current conversation disappeared, replaced by a far more warm smile at who he knew must be making his way down the stairs.

Baron Thomas Cornack moved more leisurely than his age warranted due to a recent anomaly in the medical field called polio. Passed that, he was a stately man in his mid sixties, aging but with a fire to him that could not be doused without a hell of a good scrap. His grey mane was styled fashionably, and his beard and mustache was well groomed. The Baron seemed fiercely pleased at the group that had already begun to mingle.

"Ah, I see you've all become quite comfortable with one another already. Good. It saves me the time of having to stall rivalries or bets. Trust me, if you choose to play ball with what I have in store, you'll need everyone's full cooperation and support." The old Lord gave a chuckle, pointing toward Al. "I haven't even told young Alcander here what it is, yet."

"I'm still eager." the archaeologist replied in good humor.

"Ha! I'm sure you all are, my boy." He said, giving a wink. "But let me tell you this won't be like any of the cake walks you've been on before. In fact, it will change the course of human understanding." Despite the sarcasm and humor, the tone in the room sobered up quickly as he paused, weighing them. "I'm sure many of you have heard of the Bantu people. I know mister DuBois has." The Baron gave Lucian a nod in acknowledgement. "However, their culture, customs, their mythology and religion. It remains largely a mystery in this part of the world. Which is odd, because any real amount of research will show you something very curious."

Cornack limped over to the table, and he placed his hand on the top to steady himself. With his free hand, he lifted the cane and tapped the globe, right along the center of Africa. "The fact that their religion coincides with nearly every basic aspect of the Abrahamic faith we have all come to accept as the western tradition..." he stated. "Monotheistic. Life after death...sending punishments with plagues of locusts. Man was made from a reed among water, just as how Moses was found. My brother spent his life delving into old books and tomes. Searching for the secrets of humanity's beginnings. It wasn't until it was too late that I realized what he had found. The thing he gave his life to find."

The Baron set his cane down, and reached for his glasses and blew on them. "Ladies and Gentleman..." He began. With the hem of his shirt, he wiped the lenses. "The Garden of Eden could never be found in Isreal, because it was never there. It's in the Congo...and you're going to find it."

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Also @Gardevoiran, you failed to post this time. But since you're usually very good about replies, I'll let it slide, bud.

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@Fetzen@The Fated Fallen@Mortarion@Stormflyx@BCTheEntity
I'd like to congratulate everyone for posting very great posts. I'll probably give rewards soon for your characters. Maybe a lucky item haul. As of now, I did not exactly reply to Mortarion or Settione, since they are more likely to speak to one another.

So, how's life going for everyone? Hopefully everyone's doing well.

@Mortarion

Good! This next weekend I'll be going to Kamehacon, the DBZ convention! Gonna be awesome.

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"Are ye suggesting we would deal with the likes of Dorcha?" Geradin asked dangerously, glaring balefully at the townsfolk that had come to see them at the edge of town. Alice's suggestion of using the Dwarf's honor as insurance did strike a cord in the guardsmen's memories. Even men who had never seen a Dwarf in their life knew they had a long standing disdain for Elves, and a particular hatred for their Dark kin. More so than the other races, at least. "The lass speaks true. Me honor remains, and yer tae trust ir. Do ye doubt?"

"We're no friends of Dark Elves." Beren said at the fore, crossing his arms and gesturing toward's Aeryn with his chin. "But neither is she. The Dark Elves we killed were going to kill her. We helped her so she would help us, and she's under our protection for now." The warrior said. One of the village guards gestured toward Beren, and whispered to his comrade. Only Nicademus and the Elves would be able to hear it.

"He looks like a savage."

Calanon's brow lowered in disdain at the slur. He considered Beren a friend, and at that moment, the Wood Elf came to realize just why the monk felt sympathetic to Aeryn. His eyes flicked to Beren, standing tall and strong, with a different perspective.

He was half blood as well.

Beren continued with. "I don't think we'd mind helping out with fixing the defenses, either." His manner had changed from strong to friendly, a smile on his face. He gave the others behind him a wink. Truth be told, the Warrior Monk would love to help out. Calanon couldn't help but give a small smile at that, and stroke Brogach's mane as he did so.

Argon was perhaps the most menacing member of the group, standing head and shoulders over everyone save An-Hasst. And he looked far more monstrous and bestial. Though at this moment, he also seemed to be the most congenial member of the group past Settione, simply waiting in the back, his forest-green scales glinting in the sun, and his white teeth that could pierce chainmail firmly shut within his mouth.