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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

"If I know Orcs...even ones driven into slavery will be hard to contain." Cyrdic had to admit, and gave the group and a stoic nod. It was the best idea they had short of redirecting a lava flow to enter the temple valley, and that simply was a bit too hair brained even for this group. Skaldi seemed displeased that they had to use greenskins of all things, but upon imagining the mayhem, he quickly grew satisfied at the thought.

"Hide yourselves, I'll open the pens." Cyrdic said. And he stepped forward before he felt a slim hand on his chest, the knowledge it was Camilla rather than her strength kept him from moving forward.

"No, vado." She said softly. Cyrdic had been around her long enough to know she was telling him she would do it. "Camilla..."

She shut him up with a longing kiss that made his strong legs weak, and she held his face. "I'll be fine. Hide." she told him. He sighed and nodded, and lead the others away. As much as he hated to admit it, Camilla was just as proficient at slipping out of trouble as she was getting into it. If Cyrdic opened those pens, he'd likely be overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of the Orcs, even if he managed to kill a few.

The group began to stagger their formation, hiding behind pillars and stones, likely used for seats for some dark gather, and awaited the chaos that would ensue.
@Penny

The Enemy Within: Warhammer 40K RP

The smell of smoke and paint filled the room, and Baldemar coughed hoarsely as he pulled himself up. The Interrogator placed his forearm over his mouth to keep the largest dust particles floating around out of his lungs, and for a moment he wondered if Inquisitor Alrik would approve of his method. Oh well, it was all experience he supposed. He regarded Silvana as she approached, and for a moment he nearly ostracized her right in front of the men.

But he held himself in check. He needed to push past his prejudice. His earlier fears of having a psyker had come true when he had entered the room into a chaos filled nightmare, but she seemed to have gained fruit from it regardless, she just needed to inform him. And also, he did need to consider that she had also put herself in danger in order to gain more information on their current assignment. It was admirable, in a way.

"I am glad to be alright, and to you as well sister," he said. "I think we'll need a quiet moment to talk, but at the moment let me solve this current predicament..."

He placed a hand on Silvana's shoulder, and stepped past her to enter the hall where the Arbites and the House Officer were arguing with one another. The Officer stopped mid sentence when he saw the disheveled Adept striding out of what appeared to be a war zone, and he pointed at Heironymus. "You!" he called sternly. "What's the meaning of this. By what authority do you damage the property of my lordship and his estate you-"

"Adept Baldemar of the Administratum," Heironymus declared, taking the man's outstretched finger and shaking it. "These men were under my orders and I used them as I saw fit. As Holy Terra sees fit. Where is the Lord Voluntis?" He asked, and instead of waiting for an answer he pressed passed the man. "Down here? My Lord!" He called, to be answered by the blathering and befuddled noble at the bottom of the stairs.

"By the Emperor what happened up there!?" He cried, not knowing whether to be angered or utterly dismayed. The man grabbed at his face with his hands as if he were on his last legs. Unlikely. He was simply not used to anything not going his way for the past century of his life. Heironymus made it to the bottom of the stairs with Silvana in tow behind him. The Interrogator spoke. "We are needing to quarantine your estate until further notice my Lord."

"What!?"

"It will be under the care of the Governor and I'll make it my personal duty to see you get it back. But there is a taint of Chaos here that needs to be cleansed." The very mention of Chaos caused the Lord to blanch. "-and unless you are at ease among the dark powers, I suggest you go and stay with your cousins across the sector."

The Lord seemed taken aback Heironymus knew of his relatives, but the upjumped inquisitor did his research thoroughly. "I'll give you an hour to pack your things, and then you must go, along with your house guard. I'll send an arbites to keep you updated routinely. Don't worry, my Lord. We'll solve this conundrum, and find your lad."
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The sun rose early, as it always did in these lands. The warmth merely made Argon fall into a deeper slumber, the large lizardman curled up upon the porch like a basking crocodile that slept akin to a hound. His every breath a hiss and his every movement heavy, even in slumber. Meanwhile, inside, the sun had awoken Beren. The darkly handsome Eru'Dai had gone to sleep early, feeling a bit too tired to socialize too much the night previous.

He was slow moving when he got up, though it was still before anyone else had roused from their sleep when he came down stairs, his black hair shining from being rinsed by the wash bucket the servants had left. He had on his freshly washed clothes, for the inn had been kind enough to offer to wash their traveling clothes, as they had been in constant use since the beginning of their excursion which felt so very long ago.

The tavern seemed cheery yet calm, with only a few early risers and a very hard working staff that had already begun cooking the meals they'd serve. Beren was already enchanted by the smell, sitting down at a table by himself and ordering a fresh ham, along with an apple and water. It was just as his food arrived that Nicademus approached him, the stalwart Knight obviously having wanted to catch Beren alone. He had a concern he wanted to give to the warrior monk.

An hour later, as the members of the group went down into the common room, the waitress sashaying to and fro would give them the message that Beren awaited them all outside. Once they'd eaten a quick meal, Beren and Nicademus would be right before the front porch, having awoken Argon. "Glad to see everyone's here. You guys have a good night sleep?"

Geradin and Calanon had only grabbed a few things to chew on, and had immediately gone outside. The Wood Elf had first went to the stables, checking on Brogach and eating his breakfast with the Elk before he had made it back to the front.

"Nicademus came to me with a concern that our...enemies might be in pursuit of us. I'm not entirely sure if that's true, but I can't stand by and not check. I won't leave the people in this town in danger. Who's up for a short hike?"
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Legends of the West

@Jaredthefox92
Ok first I would like to start off and say that I, nor anyone else (I dont believe) thinks you are racist. However, the RP is a bit on the nose, and could be seen as racist.
Now I know it is not your fault for how people view your roleplay, but nevertheless it is how they see it, and I believe that because of that you're likely not to get interest. So I suggest you come up with a different idea that is not a civil war au. Warhammer and warcraft obviously based some of their races off of real world stereotypes, yes. However it was still loosely based in a world of their own creation. This is, as I said, a bit too on the nose.
So I will have to suggest, as a mod, to change it or take it down. Im only suggesting because I know you have no ill intent.

However if you do not, I will need to take it up with the other mods. And I know they are not as lenient as I.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic gave Camilla a wink when she spoke of them working together, and he caught the block of cheese. It was rough and coarse to the touch, but he greedily bit into it regardless. He felt more like an animal these past few weeks than ever before, yet they were getting closer and closer to civilization. They just needed to awaken Dietrichia and fight off reinforcements if they were discovered, and of course they would be. By the Gods, the Chaos Dwarf's necks had been thick. He wasn't entirely sure if it was his weakened state or the fact they were Dwarfs and thickly muscled.

"We'll need to carry her to wherever the alter is within the temple," Cyrdic said. Yantz was already hoisting her up over his shoulder, and Konrad went to grab a few more bites of meat and cheese for the journey ahead, though everyone in the room hoped they wouldn't have too much of a journey left to them. All except Skaldi. He seemed more vengeful at the owners of this temple than showing any real concern for his safety.

"Ver do ve go?" Ivan said, trying to talk as quiet as he could, though his voice still caused the big man's mustache to flap lightly.

"I'm not sure..." Camilla said, poking her head out into the hallway once more. Cyrdic was across from her, hugging the other wall. After a moment, Cyrdic whispered. "Wait here." to everyone, and he shared a look with Camilla. He could see the courtesan's face fall somewhat at the thought of being separated again, but he gave her a reassuring smile. "One second," he whispered, and stepped into the hallway, keeping low with his sword out.

Camilla was far better at infiltration, but Cyrdic was no stranger to ambush, and his nose might be able to help him. He placed his weight on the balls of his feet and stalked, hearing naught by the crackling of fire in the distance behind some bend. He passed by three more corridors, two of them filled with distant grumblings of the Chaos Dwarfs. It was at the end of the second hallway he heard the fire far closer, and the smell of sulphur in the air.

A small incantation or prayer was being recited however. He dared not look further, for fear of being spotted. "Sigmar, please be the way," he breathed as he turned back. A coarse roar was heard from behind him at that moment, and it caused him to freeze in his tracks. He paused for but a moment, and then continued back, knowing that whatever awaited them was something they would need to deal with regardless of if he looked.

Hugging Camilla, he turned to the others. "I think I found where we should go." he said. "But there's Chaos Dwarfs there. A sorcerer...and something more."
@Penny

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Thanks everyone for being patient. You will all have a move along post tonight!

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Herold Ortega rested his shotgun on his knee, taking a small breather while his companions worked on their various tasks that matched their abilities. He had remained relatively quiet since the Chaos Space Marines they had found behind the bunker. He simply watched over Vala as she worked on the bomb.

With his perpetual frown and hard set jaw, he seemed displeased more often than not, though that wasn't necessarily true. Often he simply had a righteous anger and a passion for adhering to the law of the Imperium. But at the moment, he was a bit displeased. There was nothing to shoot, and he felt his abilities were inadequate for the intricacies at hand.

The Adeptus Arbites was intelligent when it came to memorization reciting the innumerable laws of the Imperium, along with forensics and legal jurisdiction. He had found no such need for any of these skills since coming to this world, though he wouldn't mind it as long as there were Xenos or heretics to slay.

But so far, he was a glorified bodyguard. He wouldn't complain. But at the moment, he wasn't entirely content with it, Emperor help him.

The Enemy Within: Warhammer 40K RP

The sergeant turned his lasgun on rapid fire, and fired continuously at the closest female painting. Splatters of the paint splashed across the floor and the wall, but she kept advancing steadily. One of the arbites, a younger recruit, stepped forward and attempted to elbow the female figure in the stomach. His blow succeeded, paint spilling onto the floor.

Unfortunately the woman thing grabbed ahold of him with very real arms and held on tightly. He attempted to struggle, and it did seem as if he was stronger than the abomination, before the female form kissed him on the lips, and she grew liquid once more. The paint that made up her body becoming a torrent that invaded his body, her face and then her chest slipping into his mouth.

The unfortunate arbites leaked paint and blood from nearly every orifice, and collapsed after a very brutal and gurgling death. "Lokken!" The sergeant cried out in horror, leaning down to attempt to aid his young officer, but the lad was already dead. To his credit, despite the wild superstitious fear in his eyes, the sergeant reared himself up and listened to Baldemar's next orders.

"Fire at the feet! It collapses them!" Heironymus yelled, sending a mental signal to Silvana showcasing he understood her message. "Cover me!" The interrogator called, and on instinct the other arbites fired further into the room, attempting to aim at the feet and legs. At that, Baldemar did what the seemingly dashing young man didn't seem capable of, and he ran at the las-riddled wall, crashing through it and landing in a controlled roll, wall splinterings on the ground. He was just glad the upper level of the estate was dry wall.

The paintings that were closest to him turned to him without surprise, reaching for the interrogator with outstretched hands. He got to his feet and leaped once more, rolling across the central bed and making it to the side of the room with no abominations. Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed ahold of a krak grenade, undoing the pin and tossing it behind the cupboard. At that, he tossed a frag grenade back from whence he came, knowing he couldn't get back past the abominations a second time.

"Sergeant, get Silvana and your men out of there!" he ordered, and a moment later the arbites sergeant overcame his gaping visage and pulled Silvana into where the closed door was, and the other men dived to the right. Both the krak grenade and the fragmentation grenade exploded, engulfing the room in shrapnel and smoke, utterly engulfing the monsters and Baldemar.

"What in blazes!?" The sergeant cried out, and Silvana would get the distinct feeling from the man that he thought Baldemar both brave and out of his mind. The other men seemed to share to same opinion. As the dust and smoke cleared out into the hallway, it gave better visibility in the room. There was naught splatters of paint all across the room, with shredded walls and a bed torn to piece. It seemed as if Heironymus had disappeared.

Until a hand appeared from beneath the bed, and a disheveled adept pulled himself out, the cupboard now wrecked within the background behind him.
@Penny

Phosphoros - Heroic Fantasy for fans of Conan, Greek myth and Antiquity

Interested my good sir

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

Busy weekend but I can check on stuff tonite