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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"Is this like the underway?" Cyrdic asked. Skaldi looked at him as if he were the biggest fool the Dwarf had ever seen. "Are ye daft, lad? The Ungdrin Ankor is not a..." he sighed. "If ye were ever in it, you would know."

They headed up the incline, against the small current as it were. Cyrdic's strong hand held Camilla's comfortingly, his offhand holding his runic sword. Despite the normalcy of the rock, there could easily be Trolls or Goblins in the depths, along with ratmen or any other foul creatures unknown to man. He recalled vividly his and Camilla's first danger together in the middle mountains. He wondered to himself what had possessed him to fly into the middle of the Skaven nest to save the acrobatic Camilla from being sacrificed. Maybe he had a thing for her even then.

Skaldi halted up front, sniffing the air much like Cyrdic often did. Though the Ostlander tried to hide the act. He wasn't about to be burned at the stake for being influenced by Ulric from the sword he carried. The Dwarf grinned through his thick beard, and turned around. "Move quietly. There's an opening ahead." He whispered, and then advanced as silent as if he was walking on soft grass. It only took a few minutes before the lantern was no longer needed, and light poured in from above. Unfortunately, the opening was as far above them as the wide tunnel they had just traversed through.

"I say we climb it." The rugged leader said, placing a hand over his eyes to shield from the light as he gazed toward the sky.

"Climb it!?" Dietrichia scoffed, looking very unimperious at the moment, as if the very thought was damnable. The Greatsword Konrad shook his head, nearly as superstitious and annoyed by the sorceress as the Kislevites. He was a Nordlander, after all. The only magic they saw was often the corrupted sorcery of Chaos.

"I'll help you up, my lady." Yantz reminded her. He opened his arms a bit as if to present himself. She still looked skeptical, but the rest of the party ignored her after her small outburst.

"Ah, Ceedrick," Ivan said, walking forward and wrapping his big arm around the mercenary's neck, jovial and boisterous as ever. Cyrdic laughed but kept a strong hand on Ivan's arm incase the Kislevite got too excited and squeezed a bit too much. "Af' you been to a propur Kislevite tavern? I vil show you and little dove the viskey that iz so famous of my land. We vil drink together, da?"

Cyrdic wriggled his mouth out of the massive forearm, grinning despite the friendly struggle. "Yeah Ivan," he coughed. "First we got to make it there, though."

"I'm going first," Skaldi said, and without any delay he grabbed the first rock, hauling his considerable bulk and climbing up as if he were walking. The entire party watched, dumbfounded as Skaldi ascended up as if he were an ape from the Southland jungles. Despite his squat form, his fingers were strong and dextrous and he seemed to have a sixth sense on where the best places to grab were within the rockface.

Cyrdic let go of Camilla's hand and sheathed his sword, looking back to her. "See you at the top," he breathed, and began climbing up. He knew Camilla would have no problem. She was far more acrobatic and flexible than he. Cyrdic only paused once or twice during the ascent, making sure to move slow and positioning his body so his pack would be what he landed on if he were to fall. Konrad and Boris climbed well enough, though Konrad had some difficulties. Cyrdic needed to help him once the mercenary was up. Dietrichia stayed at the bottom, and they had to toss a rope down to tie her to after they had all climbed up.

On the surface, it was breathtakingly, horrifyingly beautiful.

Snowcapped peaks filled their vision to west, though curiously, they tops of the peaks were only marginally higher than the companions were. They found themselves on an endless plateau, covered in coarse grass that swayed from the cold wind that billowed from the north, lone mountains standing vigil behind them, back from where they had come. Ivan cursed in his native tongue, and Skaldi's nostrils flared. It seemed they weren't out of trouble yet.

"What?" Cyrdic asked as he helped pull Dietrichia up to the top one tug at a time. He knew there could still be any manner of monster this far north, but surely they were not cursing the obvious.

"Chaos horsemen live here," Skaldi informed him. "Steppe riders. Distant kin of the Kislev manlings." Ivan grunted and Boris scowled, unwilling to confirm the suspicion, but unable to deny it.

"How do you know this?" Konrad asked, and Yantz seemed to wish for the Dwarf to be discredited, even if it meant they were lost. Skaldi glanced Konrad's way. "Because the mountains over there I recognize. They border the Zorn Uzkul. We must make for the Highpass and hope we are unnoticed from both the eastern horseman and the western threat. Thank Grungni we only need sneak by the fortress of Uzkulak."

"Zorn Uzkul?" Cyrdic asked.

Skaldi seemed to hesitate, as if the very existence of what he was about to say vexed him to no end. "Land of the Chaos Dwarfs. My dark kin."
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Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

No worries, duder!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I will like the collabs to be done by next weekend.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

So, essentially we are doing this in two parts.

1) The character's acceptance of the proposal
2) They will be driven by cab to their respective residences and will have their thoughts shared on this glorious expedition, and are expected to be up at the mansion first thing the next morning.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Alcander couldn't help but smile as Elle spoke. Mostly because he quite enjoyed her presence and felt her playing devil's advocate was so like her, though it had a charm to him that he couldn't help but beam at. "Elle, this skull might be ten thousand years old, you're right. But you know as well as I do, this fossil has no signs its been in rock. Which means that cannot possibly be from sisxty five million years ago. If this fossil is five hundred thousand years old," he said. "Then it changes everything we thought we knew about the extinction of the dinosaurs. It gives credence to his story."

Though Alcander spoke thusly, he still seemed quite overwhelmed. He blinked and gazed inwardly, placing a hand on his thick head of hair and falling into his seat roughly. "By God, what am I saying?" He breathed, as if he couldn't believe of how sure he felt not moments before. He was right. No matter the exact dating, if the skull was real, and with his professional opinion he was inclined to believe it was, it would fundamentally change the way humanity viewed not only religion, but archaeology and anthropology.

"I see you will be accompanying my young ward Alcander here then, eh?" The Baron asked the crowd, after quickly glancing at Lucian and Elle at having spoken up, his gaze fell on Lysandra, as if he knew she had reservations from the start. That she merely represented interests. He glanced Lakshmi's way though, giving her a wink, for he had a feeling she was cautious, but too curious not to accept his proposal. The pay was quite considered as they all knew, as well.

The tension in the room drained when their newcomer entered, floundering at the door. The Baron turned her way imperiously, though posh as he was, he couldn't help but give a concerned look at Miss Montgomery. "My dear, if Bertram had not just announced you, I would have thought you had stumbled into the wrong manor. We were just discussing the very unraveling of our understanding of human history. Would you like some tea?"

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Aaaand now it's in my head.

Tombs & Treks: A Pulp Roleplay

Well stuff piled on me, but I'll give a post to move us along saturday night!

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil plopped down beside Sayeeda, happy she wasn't dwelling on Aiden or the life they had just torn to shreds. He gave a groan and lifted his legs up, placing his booted feet propped upon the table. Junebug poured him a glass, and slid it to him. He caught it with his offhand, and tossed it into his other hand before taking a long sip. "Well, I was going to say I didn't get lucky but..." He indicated his glass toward the Aestimobum, giving a wink.

Taya was nowhere to be found as of yet. After the harrowing experience of having to hack a planetary satellite and and being locked inside of an AI controlled Highlander, and this after being told to vacate a planet or face imprisonment...that'll make a young woman sleepy he had to imagine. Speaking of which, Neil downed the glass and decided to let Junebug know just what they did to bust her out, not really leaving out any details.

"They probably would have picked me up on the scanners if Taya hadn't ripped those apart." He finished, catching the bottle Junebug tossed to him and pouring himself a bit more. "The rest was us making our way out. Sad for Ranald, I never really minded him. Seemed like a tough old geezer." Neil smiled to himself, remembering one of the older mechanics back on Fortus that had helped him start out as an engineer before he joined the Ordo Sanctus.

"And Aiden?" Junebug asked casually, just lounging and enjoying the relaxation.

"Little bitch if you ask me." Which gave his Captain a chuckle. Neil continued. "I never really liked people in authority," he said, then held his hand up, grinning. "You don't count, no worries."
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Warhammer 40k: No Pity, No Remorse, No Fear! - A Black Templars RP

They were out of realspace? Tiberius did not know what to make of this. He supposed it meant his duty as a mortal servant of the Emperor was coming to and end. Being lost in the warp meant they would soon be devoured by daemons. However, he would fight gloriously and die with their bodies at his feet. He took a breath, breathing in the sacred air of the Astartes vessel, and then opened his eyes, placing his fist upon his chest.

"My duty is my fate. My service, eternal."

Once dismissed, Tiberius would give the customary Black Templar salute and march off to his living quarters, donning his power sword and blessed bolter, hoping he could honor their previous owners by spilling the blood of mutants and traitors this day. Along the way back, he stopped at the barracks of the Cruiser, calling the Initiates to gear up and reciting the litany of the Black Templars. As they gathered themselves, he raised his fist in the air.

"No pity, no remorse, no fear!" He incanted.

"No pity, no remorse, no fear!" The roared back. In the time it would take an Imperial Guardsmen to sneeze, the Astartes of the fabled Black Templar's chapter were arrayed in full combat gear and within formation, vigilant and as still as the baroque statued designs that covered their Cruiser, and their legendary Fortress Monastery.

In an ordered fashion, he let them through the grim corridors of the Battle Cruiser to their designated Assault Rams, filling the fore of the contraptions to the brim. As the Cruiser struggled during the ensuring fire fight, Tiberius could only pray the machine-spirit would hold on but a bit longer.

"You carry the Emperor's will as your torch, with it destroy the shadows!" Tiberius called before all was fire and blood.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic lay motionless for a few moments, having taken the worst of the fall when the group had leaped through the crack within the surface above. But he was stubborn and made of sterner stuff than most. He opened his eyes slowly, and gave a groan as he propped himself up on his elbows. The cavern was dark, but he'd found his eyesight had gathered light far easier than it used to, and he guessed it was because of his sword. But still, he would have had no visibility until Skaldi lit the oil lamp.

Camilla's beautiful face filled his vision, and despite the tumble he found he didn't mind at all. "I'm fine," he said, and reached forward to cup her cheek. He sat up, and used his other hand to do the same, pulling her forward and resting his forehead against hers, giving a grin and seeing she shared it with him. "Let's get the hell back to civilization, yeah?" He breathed, and kissed her thoroughly, tasting dust but not caring in the least. "We need a vacation."

They got to their feet, and the Ostland mercenary wiped some debris out of his hair and ruined coat. It did little good, because the Dragon Ogre above still was not bored with trying to make a hole to follow them, causing small rocks and dust to continue raining down on them. "Skaldi. Can you find a way for us?" He asked, blunt and to the point as always. The Dwarf nodded. He'd heard Dwarfs had uncanny abilities of direction underground, but he wanted to make certain.

"Ye bet yer ass, manling. Let's get going."

The Dwarf started straight away into the cavern system, which Cyrdic believed had to be a good thing if he moved without hesitation. Dietrichia was less sure of herself, or she seemed as such. She stayed quiet, gazing inwardly and fretting over her hair far more than one should when she wasn't. She glanced Cyrdic's way once or twice, but mostly simply looked at the ground. The ground often times bucked, rising and falling like jagged waves in the rock. Yantz stayed beside his mistress, just as Konrad the Greatsword stuck by his previous commanding officer, Cyrdic.

"I'll be reprimanded." He said to himself as they moved, finally having time to think now that they were not actively being attacked from denizens of Chaos. "If I am lucky, that is. The Count doesn't look on desertion mildly." Ivan spoke Kislevite to Boris in hushed tones, though he stuck close to Camilla, and to a lesser degree Cyrdic. The Ostlander wasn't good at comforting people, but without looking back, he spoke up.

"You're a good man Konrad." He said. "We could always use another sword."

"Sell my sword?" Konrad asked, a tad incredulous. He was going to ask further questions until Skaldi held up a hand and shushed the party. Cyrdic nearly bumped into Ivan's broad back, the Kislevite so huge he probably would not have budged from Cyrdic's considerable weight in muscle. Dietrichia hissed, her leg scraping over a stalagmite and she cursed. Yantz made a quip that only Cyrdic's ears picked up, about how she couldn't see that one coming. Skaldi ignored the group, and placed his ear to the tunnel.

"...running water," he breathed.
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