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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The melee was brutal and dirty, with rocks and dust kicking up as what Greenskins that made it over the crevasse attacked with the normal strength and cunning a Greenskin would possess. Though they lacked a certain energy to their movements, and as Cyrdic hacked off the arm of an Orc, it looked at its arm stupidly rather than continue to attack him with the unbridaled rage he had seen them possess. He didn't let the opportunity slide, and he elbowed the thick monster back to tumble down the crevasse and into a near endless chasm.

An electric shock filled the air, and four more Greenskins fell by a spell cast from the witch, just as Konrad lopped a Goblin in half. It seemed over for the moment, until a curse from above drew their attention. The stocky but devilish figure of their Chaos Dwarf task master stood at the cavern entrance, flanked by a few more Goblins. It had a similar build to Skaldi, though sloping, ram-like horns protruded from his forehead, and his legs were very goat-like as well, ending in hooves. His beard was jet black, with brass ringlet set upon it, and his eyes were red as lit coals.

Skaldi scowled at the very sight of his dark kin, even taking a step forward as if to go up and personally fight him. "Someone shoot him or I'll go up there an-" Cyrdic and Ivan pulled him back, however. Despite his short stature, he threatened to break away from their grip. "Vhe haf to go, Skaldi," Ivan implored. "Please," Camilla said to the Dwarf. His face was set for a moment more, but it broke down into a reluctant resignation at their pulling and Camilla's accent.

The group kept moving, making it to flat ground after a few hundred more feet of rocky terrain. Even with their boots on, the ground felt uncomfortable to walk on despite its hard, rock-like surety. The volcanoes rose up around them, like hellish pillars amid a temple of horrors. The landscape was quite different than what Cyrdic was used to. It was neither Chaos tainted or ravaged by magics. It seemed as if the very world released its anger here. He doubted they would find no rivers but flows of lava throughout the entire landscape. They needed to hurry.

The group ran at a fast trot, though Skaldi with his short legs sprinted for his life. As they ran, they discovered that bones littered the ground, and the air was still thin like they were still at a high altitude. Cyrdic discovered he didn't give a damn, as long as they made it across soon.

"Sorceress, do you not know of any way we could escape here with magical aid?" Konrad called reluctantly, still unsure as to if it was righteous or not to associate with a witch. Dietrichia's arm was held by Yantz, though she shimmied as fast as her skirts could allow her to. "We must find a place to rest. I might have a way!"
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The Enemy Within: Warhammer 40K RP

Heironymus wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Though Imperium worlds were designated with certain classifications; Death Worlds, Agri-worlds, Hive Worlds, Forge Worlds, etc. They were all different past the basic structures. Meridian was somewhat of an oddity, a Hive World that produced nearly as much weaponry as a Forge World or a colony of the Mechanicus. The walls, while clean, had a very metallic look to them when traveling in between levels of the Hive City.

As the vehicle stopped, he began to tousle his hair and give himself a somewhat unkempt look, just as Silvana had begun to use her abilities on the guards that sat mere feet away from them within the next area of the vehicle, and she spoke plainly. The Interrogator might be a bit traditional and fresh to the field, but he had been trained extensively. He was glad to see shapely astropath had the right idea.

"When we greet them, refer to me as Adept Baldemar. Of the Administratum. If necessary, you can claim I work for the Estate Imperium, though only if they dig." He told her, ruffling the collar of his dark cloak. He rubbed his face with the heels of his palms, and yanked at his top beneath the cloak. He looked much less professional, yet still had an air of authority about him. "I will call you Silvana, if that's suitable. It's best they know as little about either of us, as possible."

Heironymus opened the door, and held his hand out for Silvana to aid her out. He wanted to appear as congenial to the nobles towards someone on his side as possible. Once he helped her out of the vehicle, he turned and approached the two downtrodden aristocrats, with Arbites glancing their way as Heironymus and Silvana approached, muttering among themselves. The male lord lifted his head up and saw the two approaching, clearly not in the mood to entertain guests at the moment. "What in the name of the Emperor is it now?" he asked in High Gothic.

An Arbites stepped in the path of Heironymus, asking his business. The Interrogator pressed past him, despite the man's attempt at appearing intimidating. "Rough fornite, Lord Volantus?" the young Interrogator asked, a hint of masked amusement behind his face, as if he was merely trying to appear professional. To Silvana, she would see he learned his acting and subterfuge lessons well from the Inquisitor. "Adept Baldemar of the Administratum, here to inspect the premises. Governor Von Ackavae told me some misfortune had befallen you these recent months."

The Lord went from antagonistic to hopeful, even pleased to see Heirnymus, and Silvana by extension. "The Administratum? Here?" He asked, and regained his sense of self. "Yes, yes, do come in. This is my wife, Gracinia." She was a woman in her middle years, which meant she was probably twice Silvana's age, with dark skin and a tired smile for one so rich.

The interior of the Estate was an impressive as Heironymus had been led to believe. It reminded him of Governor Shonai's palace back on Pavonis, though with a much more utilitarian and martial aesthetic. It seemed Lord Voluntis enjoyed the style of AngelForge as much as a patriot would. That must have been a story, as he did not look like one who had been shipped off to an Atra Militarum regiment.

"Who is the missing person again?" Heironymus asked, turning to Lord as if he was somewhat absent minded. "Your son, was it?"
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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To be frankly speaking, I smell a slight bit of sarcasm.

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Actually I was not sarcastic. I said there would be penalties and I honestly did not want to give penalties, and I don't need to now!

The Enemy Within: Warhammer 40K RP

While it was not necessarily surreal, it was an odd feeling for Heironymus. Or at least any rational man would see it as odd. Not two galactic months ago he was an apprentice under a very strict mentor, and now he had been invited to dinner by the attractive governor of an entire planet, and what's more, she was scared of him. At least in a fashion. He wasn't entirely sure if he should be insulted or impressed by her transparency when it came to her own self interest. Despite the Inquisition's reputation of killing civilians to attain a goal, there was a clear difference between he and the Governor. Inquisitors did it in order to preserve the larger Imperium. She merely looked to retain her own position.

He now saw the wisdom of bringing Silvana, and he glanced toward her for but a moment. He would need her skills before long. "Martial Law would have been prudent, you are correct." Baldemar said amid a polite meal of this very delectable food. He wondered what world in the system transported their foodstuffs to Meridian, it was quite good. "But as I am here now, there is no need, Governor." To Heironymus' credit, he made no hint of his thoughts as he spoke, save a stern disapproval of how things had been handled thus far. "I appreciate your position. Cooperate, and before long this problem will be abated."

Constantina gave a smile. "Very good, Inquisitor. Shall we-"

"Who is your head of the Arbites?"

The question seemed to catch Constantina off guard. Her full lips nearly curled into a scowl, though she caught herself from saying anything uncordial. "We have local arbites forces, Inquisitor. Only just recently did a Marshal of the Adeptus Arbites grace Meridian with his presence." Heironymus could not help but give a small himself. Local Arbites forces were often well trained, but second rate compared to the Adeptus members who dispensed justice throughout the Imperium. "I had invited him to help quell the unrest, and he has been...effective thus far. He has a small force stationed within the Spire, two miles beneath us in the Omega sector."

"Very good. His name?"

"Herold Ortega." She said, clearly wishing to change the subject. As Heironymus had received all information he needed from her about it at the moment, he would oblige her. "I would like his name and credentials, as well as the names and ranks of every lord or reputable person voxed to me within the day, Governor. Now, if you shall excuse us. My colleague and I have much to do, and I am certain you are quite a busy women."

"Inquisitor-" she began. But he cut her off as he wiped his mouth with a cloth and stood up. "I shall call you before long."

She seemed to want to protest, but graciously stood up as well, and gave a bow to he. Heironymus turned to Silvana, though he spoke aloud to both. "I would very much like to see the estate of our missing heir."
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

Drimbold the Longbeard

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Character Name: Drimbold Balkinson

Race/Species: Dawi (Longbeard)

Gender: Male

Age: 253

Career (if any) and Skills: Drimbold has been a professional Dwarf soldier for most of his life. He began as a miner in Karaz-a-Karak, before a Grobi incursion erupted within one of the holes his group had dug in. He was enlisted as a soldier, and found it to be his calling, even being promoted to Ironbreaker. He knows how to fight, he knows the structure of tunnels and the mining of ore. He can somewhat smith mundane items, though while this would be superb to manlings, it would not be the best Dwarf work. He also knows how to read a battlefield and map terrain.

Weapons: Gromril Axe, 3 steel Throwing Axes

Attire: Leather jerkin over Gromril chainmail, with a steel helmet and sturdy trousers and steel boots, along with steel greaves, pauldrons, and bracers.

Equipment/OtherHe carries a small travel sack, with a small blanket, a flask of bugman's, a pipe with pipeweed, and a locket of his family.

Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.): This longbeard is weathered, with gnarled, leather skin covered in scar tissue telling of ancient battles. His hair on his head is close cropped, yet his beard flows past his knees and is adorned with bronze fixings with khazalid symbols, creating 7 separate ends of his beard. Though his hair is grey and his iron eyes speak of a lifetime of wisdom, he is intensely muscled and broad. Somewhat tall for a Dwarf, the top of his helmet is still no higher than the average manling's navel.

Mental Description/Personality: Drimbold is initially what you would expect most Longbeards to be. Dour, grumbling, wise yet brawny and still fit. However he has a deep sadness and infuriating, simmering anger beneath his beard that most need to look hard at to see, for when his family was slain, he found that even the death of the Boss who did it didn't fully sate his rage at the injustice of the world. Drimbold is not without his comraderie and light heartedness however, for he enjoys campaigning and a good smoke of pipeweed. Long marches ease his mind, and he isn't above giving wise advice to the manlings or younger members of his company.

Background/History: Drimbold Balkinson was born in Karaz-a-Karak to the Stoneguard Clan. Avid miners, Drimbold was a mere beardling when he began his mining career, only for him to get a taste of battle through a small Grobi incursion. He picked up his mattock and battered three to death before he and his companions escaped. He signed up as a soldier in order to get vengeance on those Grobi daring to attack the great hold, wanting to live up to his ancestor's deeds. However, he would be called to join the young, as-of-yet-to-be-Highking, Thorgrim Grudgebearer, to the north when the Chaos Incursion invaded Kislev. He was but merely 30 when he set out, and when he returned some years later he seemed a far more confident and wiser Dwarf, having faced Daemons and terrors and lived to tell the tale. Not only that, but he and Throgrim's retinue met and re-established contact with Kraka-Drak in the North.

When Thorgrim was crowned High King, those warriors who had distinguished themselves were given rewards. Drimbold asked for the honor of joining the Ironbreakers, that most prestigious of Warrior Orders. As the years progressed, he fought against the vile Skaven and the Greenskins of the dark. During his leaves, he met a young buxom beauty and fell in love with her, marrying her and fathering sons. It was when Drimbold was disrcharged to live in the countryside with his family that his life came crashing down, for Orcs attacked the passes in the World's Edged Mountains. As Drimbold was visiting a cousin in Karaz-A-Karak, his family was slain by a small time Nob boss, Gorlok Grimjaw. Drimbold spent five years hunting him down and slaying him, after receiving recompense for the lackluster rangers, a number of them shaving their heads.

With no home and no more military service, and with a great wish for violence left in him, he became a mercenary.

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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

While they didn't necessarily have the privacy Cyrdic or Camilla wanted (something they had been lacking for weeks now), Cyrdic was content with holding her as they tried to find what sleep they may. His broad chest rising and falling, swelling against her deceptively delicate back as his arms held her. However, despite the proximity of his closest companion, he couldn't remember the dreams he was having of softer beds and the very same woman-

"Get up manling!" A harsh whisper was dribbled into his ear, and a strong hand shaking his shoulder with an urgency that belied danger. Cyrdic felt himself slowly awaken, and then all at once. His eyes shot open, and he cleared his throat. "What?" He began to ask, only for Skaldi to shush him, and place his broad hand over Camilla's mouth as she came to. Cyrdic could see (and feel) her reaching for her dagger instinctively until she realized it was Skaldi doing the waking.

"What?" Cyrdic mouthed.

The torches were now doused, though a bit of light from a tunnel behind them gave him some vision to go by. The other companions were now being awoken by Ivan and his fellow Kislevite. Konrad nearly hit Boris before he realized what he was doing.

"We must go, now." Skaldi said under his breath. "There is a Dawi-Zharr patrol deeper within the caves, with a score or more Grobi slaves. It's late morning, we're due to leave already." With a strength that was beyond even the Dwarf's formidable muscles, he helped lift Cyrdic to his feet before the Ostland Mercenary's senses returned and he took to standing himself, helping Camilla up in turn and grabbing his sword.

Suddenly, in the distance he heard grunts, and a deep, harsh language that seemed a vile take on the Khazalid he would hear Skaldi mutter. He felt a fool for not hearing it earlier, and he cursed himself under his breath. "What?" Camilla asked, confused. Cyrdic supposed it was only his keen ears that could pick up the faint echoes off the walls. "Skaldi's right, we have to go." Cyrdic confirmed as a light erupted before them, Dietrichia holding up a ball of light that shined like a star to guide them.

"While you lot were lazing about, I found an exit." Skaldi said. "Not too steep, cept for maybe the witch." Cyrdic shook his head. 'Not steep' to Skaldi might well be a verticle drop. It was when an Orcish roar of pain echoed off the walls that the others suddenly spun in anxious fear, now realizing just how true Skaldi and Cyrdic's warnings were.

The Dwarf sped off, Cyrdic pulling Camilla in that direction as the others followed swiftly behind, having hastily picked up what items they could. But they couldn't find every single bit of crumb or torch they had left in the dark. Their small camp would be discovered before long. Luckily, Skaldi merely needed to lead them through two curvaceous tunnels before they abruptly found the sun, piercing their vision and causing Cyrdic to race his thick forearm over his eyes.

Once his vision adjusted, the view was both beautiful and daunting. Beneath the cavern entrance was a rocky slope that lead downwards for probably a thousand feet. On the horizon, mountains that mirrored the ones they were one stood in the distance, cutting into the sky. The edge of the DarkLands, which while visible, was very many miles away. Between there and here was a jagged, barren, and harsh landscape of rock, almost reddish in hue. But it was not the lack of green that baffled Cyrdic, nor the active volcanoes that seemed to sprout up out of the ground every two dozen miles.

To the south, Cyrdic saw something he did not think was possible. A skeleton rose up, half buried within the tainted earth of the land. The remains of a great beast that stretched for miles. If he had to guess, and he could not truly appreciate significance of the measurement at the moment, it looked as large as Marienburg. "By Sigmar's Hammer." He breathed.
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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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