POOHEAD189

It's Me.

You seem cool. Nice to meet you, dude.

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic was often too amazed at Camilla's grace and acrobatic agility, and it served her well here. He could instead focus on himself and he just barely kept the charred creature that had once been the regent from ripping his stomach open, both of them ending up in a pile of snow on the wall. Cyrdic was tired, but he had a frenzied strength to his limbs. Even damaged however, the Vampire's strength was almost overwhelming. In fact if the contest continued, it would have been. But after a few moment, Cyrdic's grip on the beast's wrist suddenly found nothing but air.

It took the scarred soldier to realize that the Vampire's upper arm had completely disintegrated into ash, though it seemed to care little. Cyrdic's surprise at the collapse of the arm gave it a chance to pin Cyrdic's neck with its free arm as it tried to bite him. Cyrdic barely caught him with a fumbling grip, before Camilla's sword found the Vampire's exposed back and caused it to shriek, weakening its grip. She spoke in rapid, acidic Tilean as she began to hack him to bits with her runic sword, reducing him to little more than blackened pills of weakening ash that her Ostland lover had to brush off of him as the Vampire faded into nothingness.

"Thank you." Cyrdic said, standing up and rubbing his neck. She gave him a peck on the cheek, and he gave her a smile that beamed even in the dark of night. But his brain caught up with him, and he realized the regent's clothing was still there. "We better check it," he said. Camilla went to it, using her lithe and nimble fingers to search for any concealed pockets. As she did so, Cyrdic made his way down the stairs to retrieve his fallen sword. They needed to go back to the Inn and get their armor. That is, if they decided to even fight at the walls. Cyrdic wasn't the kind of man to retreat, but he had friends and a lover to watch out for.

"Ceedrik! He haz ay key!" He heard from above. "But Ido not know where ita goes to!"

As she spoke, he was fastening his sword to his poor excuse for a belt and tying the knot tightly. This area of the city was relatively quiet despite the siege, with only little in the way of light that lingered blocks away like waiting apparitions. The Ostlander turned to go back up the stairs. "I-ll co-!" he began, and then stopped mid sentence, finally noticing where they were. Before him was a great wooden gate bound by iron, and a guard tower that rose into the sky, almost as large as a keep. The gate seemed almost impossible to open or move, and in fact it looked old. But he had seen such designs in gates before. There was a mechanism in the tower to open the gate.

Cyrdic rushed up the stairs, suddenly realizing the danger Camilla was in, and he by extension. If Rishnekov was going to open the gate for a secondary Chaos force, that meant there were forces in wait on the otherside of the wall. Beasts and soldiers of the ruinous powers that likely heard the sing song voice of Camilla calling out, rather than the grinding of an opening gate...
@Penny

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Lady Selune No, no, that's if you decide to not go on the quest. He's just being Dwarfy

"Stay" as in not go to Ekrund. Not "stay" as in stay in the mission.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

"Baziral," Malgrim Copperbeard called, pointing to the plump Dwarf. "Writ their names in the Damaz Kron." Not to record a grudge, but oaths to fulfill. The yellow bearded Dwarf immediately began to scribble on the archaic tome as if he was powered by an engine of steam. Malgrim nodded and then placed his thick fingers together as he contemplated. As all Dawi know, it takes a solemn moment to speak further of matters of import.

"As you all know, King Belegar Ironhammer has been at war in Karak Eight Peaks for many years, fighting for his birthright, long may he reign." The Dwarf Lord intoned. His guards banged their axes upon their shields thrice. "However, we have recently discovered tunnels of the Underway that connect the mightiest of Holds to Ekrund. The most Honorable High King, Thorgrim Grudgebearer-" the guards banged their shields once more. "-has gathered what throngs he can, for an assault upon the lost hold of Ekrund is imminent. We will not be part of it..."

He took a strong grip of his throne, and slow, steady step after steady step, the longbeard making it to his feet. He seemed to be between the age of the longbeard and the elder, the breaking point between the strong Dwarf body and the deterioration that occurs rapidly with Dawi when they sufficiently age. He seemed older than the stone around him. "We go by another road..." he said. "We go underground. We move south by the coast, until we reach the surrounding peaks of Ekrund. There is a secret way within."

He motioned for the scholar to produce the map. The yellow beard reached into his robes to produce a scroll lined with Khazalid and a map of the badlands. There was a low thrum of power from when it was gripped. "All who wish to stay, we can mark your name out of the Dumaz Kron, though I will require 20 gold coins for wasting my time in recompense."
@Gunther@Lady Selune@ReedeThe23rd@Jbcool@Andreyich

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Stormflyx@Mortarion
I will be on a trip this weekend. When I am back on monday, I expect posts! They don't need to be long.

The All-Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

Everyone will get a plot move tomorrow!

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic reached for his sword just like Camilla, and they both looked at one another and cursed. "We need to find the others at the Inn." Cyrdic said, taking charge and thinking outloud. "Get our swords and make our way to the walls."

"No! You have to kill him." Dietrichia declared, grabbing Cyrdic by his furs and doing her best to shake him, though she was about as skinny as Camilla and less athletic so she might as well have been attempting to shake an Oak. "It is paramount! The great eye requires him to live." She seemed thoroughly convinced in Camilla and Cyrdic's ability to do this at the moment.

"How in Ulric's name do you plan on us doing that? And why does it matter, we're under attack." Even now Cyrdic could hear the commotion in the inner hall. No doubt Enrik was now sending his nobles to collect their resources and soldiers to bolster the defenses of the walls. The greater Chaos reinforcements must have made it to the city under cover of dark and began to attack immediately. Cyrdic could only imagine the horrors of what lay out there.

"You harmed him more than you know." She said, her surety compelling belief. "Fire is a Vampire's bane. He could devour the blood of every citizen of Praag and he would still be scarred. I will transport you to him, or where I know he is to go. You must hurry! Here, here," he bade them come over to the balcony and reached into her bodice, producing a vial of unknown powder and pouring it in a star-like pattern along the lined stone of the balcony.

"Forse se potessi evocare un pugnale!" Camilla whispered acidly, and stepped gracefully into the pattern. Cyrdic squared his jaw and stepped into it as well. When the sorceress finished, she began to chant, her words flowing out of her lips as if they were being pulled out by an unknown strength, and the air around the star became opaque with a mystical abstract quality that Cyrdic had a hard time describing. It was as if he was looking out of the window of a different reality. There was a tingling shimmer that enveloped both of them, and in a flash of light that scorched the stone, Cyrdic and Camilla found themselves on the walls.

Not in the heat of battle, however. There was no fire or soldiers. Here it was dark and menacing, the parapets like silent guards themselves, lined up to defend in case of attack amid the chilled night air. But no sign of Rishnekov yet either...yet.

@Penny

The World Unravelled- A God RP

If I have the time, I might be interested. Hmmm

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

A fucking Imperial ship!? Neil thought, more confused than afraid. They either came covertly or with a massive fleet because this area of the galaxy was far too chaotic for Imperial control. He couldn't fathom why they would show up, particularly now while they were on planet. "Fuck," he cursed, and he gently draped Junebug's arm over his shoulder and lifted her up as gingerly as he could, though she nearly blacked out from the pain.

Using his left arm to pull his and Junebug's body weight up into the mech, he set her down in the seat slowly. "I'm getting a raise for this, aren't I?" he asked her, though he didn't expect a response. It would be a tight squeeze in the mech, so he decided he would stand in the cockpit, hoping not to bump into her as he closed the cockpit and got the MH-350 moving. The machine whirred to life, standing upright and stalking down the alleyway. As he walked, he unholstered the weapons now that he had a breather.

Down three various roads, moving as covertly as he could, they made it to Nicias. Turning the corner, he wasn't sure if he was happy or distraught he saw both Saxon and Sven in the rusted slum. Nicias had once been a thriving side market, but it had been left in disarray the last few years after one of the larger gang wars had torn the area to shreds. Neil opened the cockpit and lowered the mech, stepping out of it.

"We have a problem." Neil replied.

Saxon growled, while Sven gazed at Neil as coldly as ever. "What?" Sven asked.

"The Imperial Terrans might be in system and our ship might have been taken or destroyed." He closed his eyes after relaying the news, not wanting to deal with their threatening and displeased gazes. Junebug would be able to see and hear everything they were discussing through the open cockpit. Sven was currently calculating the probability of such news and Saxon was weighing his next options, poised to move at a moment's notice.

"And the Aestomibium?" Sven inquired, holding the hilt of his weapon. Neil held his hands up, smiling. "I got it. I got it. Let me grab it from the mech." He turned around and went to check on Junebug while he got the treasure out to distribute.
@Penny

The Elder Scrolls: Swords and Snobbery

Markus took a deep breath, his long dark mane splayed out on the floor as he looked up toward the ceiling. The world had come back, and if he was less dazed he might have noticed Raelynn appraising him, but he decided to just wait a bit before he spoke, just in case the guards were close by. "Well...we wait until dark and then you get us both out of these cages." he whispered, and sat up. He was scuffed and bleeding slightly from a split lip, but he seemed fine otherwise.

In fact he seemed more than fine. He seemed dangerous. The marked cuts on his toned arms and the ease at which he spoke after he had just been beaten near to death showcased that. "If I can get to my sword and we get the drop on them..." The idea of incapacitating guards was more welcome than killing them. He didn't want death on his hands, particularly because it would mean they might be pursued far more than a few knocks on their heads.

"We're not too far from the edge of town. We can make it over the walls easy enough. Just stick close." He spat out a small bit of blood and wiped the rest from his lip. Soon the sun would set, and Raelynn would go to work. They had been here long enough to know when the guard shift changes were done with, and the night guards were more lax in their perception, usually close to midnight. What's more, they were busy eating their dinner then too. They might be able to steal some fruit or meat to take with them. Markus grinned at the thought.
@Stormflyx