POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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"Simply" an Elf

@The Fated Fallen

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Poo, does that make me a great grandma?!

@IcePezz

No, you are simply an Elf.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated Fallen
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Into the Shadow

The trek had been long since they had made their leave from the township. But luckily, they had actively done their best to keep quiet and move silently, granting one another looks every now and then and signalling which way they should go, so there were no uncomfortable silences. Simply silence. Iseldis looked radiant during the day, but somehow under the moonlight night, she was even a more enchanting sight to see. She seemed taller and stronger, and more graceful.

What's more, through the thickets and trees of the night, he found they worked well together. That, coupled with how well they had gotten along earlier, he felt they could be friends once the mission was completed...provided they both survived. His hand was never far from his blade hilt, and he had to agree with her assessment. Despite their best efforts, he felt unease throughout their nightly journey, and it wasn't from his companion.

"The dead walk these lands," he said back softly. This time he did place his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Whatever evil stirs these creatures likely has a presence that pervades all." The two halted for a moment, a fog having slowly drifted onto the scene before them. It only reached their waists, and did not obscure their vision much, truth be told. But it still caused a chill to run up Roland's spine. He smiled though, glancing at Iseldis. "That doesn't mean they know we're coming. Only that we know they're here."

A gust of wind picked up, drawing Roland's hard gaze and whipping his hair ever so gently. It was as if the crypt beyond the tree line was inviting them...or warding them off. And indeed they could see the silhouettes of the gravestones beyond the trees, perhaps two dozen paces away. Roland felt he had to be seeing things, for some of the gravestones moved. No...

"Draugr." he said, drawing his sword finally.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

She just had a Bday, so give her some time to adjust to being a grandma (who is still 6 years younger than me)

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil groaned, opening his eyes slowly. He was beyond glad that making it home wasn't a dream. The softness of the bed and the aching of his muscles showed he was back in the Highlander. And then the memories flied back into his head. The news about Sven, and the woman that was so gorgeous she couldn't be fully organic came back to him.

"Well, it's just like Sven to throw unexpected curveballs my way." he said. He rubbed his forehead when he slipped out of the bed. "Just don't hit on this woman. Doesn't matter that Junebug hasn't talked to you since you acted like a gradeschooler. Just fucking be cool, you can fix the Highlander and get everyone back to space. Maybe take a vacation after..."

He pulled his pants up, slipping a belt around his slim waist. Grabbing a button up, he flipped it to loosen the fabric up before slipping his arms through it. Opening the door without buttoning the shirt up, he stepped through. The corridor was empty, and he made his day down into the cargo bay to find any loose equipment he might have. "You've earned a vacation, right?" he asked himself aloud, his voice still husky from sleep.

"I think we both have," the angelic voice behind him said.

Neil nearly jumped out of his skin, the white shock taking hold for a moment before he caught himself. Indra looked embarrassed at her having startled him, placing her hands on her mouth. Neil had a hand on his chest when he looked aty her.

"I'm sorry" she said softly.

"No, no problem." He told her, regaining his composure. Just don't look at her. Also get yourself some water before you go downstairs to the Cargo bay. "You're good, I just woke up. It's ok." he told her, holding his hands up and smiling. He needed to treat her gently. She had just left sex slavery, after all. He couldn't imagine what that was like, particularly with the fat old Pasha he shot. Not to mention she had been on the run since Neil had released her.

"Just, make yourself at home-" he told her.

"People keep telling me that, I just want to help...if I can."

Neil hesitated. "Sure...um, do you know where the Cargo bay is? Ok it's down this hall and down the stairs. Get me some water and meet me down there with it. After being in the desert for over a standard week I still need some, please."

She nodded her head, lush waves of hair bouncing and she turned. Neil immediately looked away so as not to look at her ass as she did so, and he went downstairs to the Cargo bay where the scraps and the HMU-350 was located, along with a molting Saxon. Neil immediately let out a comical 'ugh' as soon as he saw the Hexanagallion. Armor off and curled upright, he looked like a Xenos Obelisk Statue that somehow was still covered in moisture. All of the appeal or terror of his armored form was gone. Not that his sleek, dark reptillian skin didn't look particularly menacing in a horrific sort of way. But he was now unresponsive, and Neil knew he would be for another day likely.

He shook his head and walked over to the scraps, looking for energy nodes and refurbished rehibilitater tubes. He didn't exactly have a 5 star plan, but he only had two options. One, he could somehow send a message to Indra's father's planet physically, and that would require sending an item through the R.I.P. which was perhaps possible, as it would require less power than the ship. Or two, he can try to send the message itself through timespace, which was...not possible to modern science but hey he was a dreamer. What he needed now was a piece of equipment that could be launched, and the node to power it.

Neil jumped out of his skin a second time in ten minutes when Indra screamed, glass shattering when she dropped the water.

"WHOA!" Neil cried, spinning at her.

"WHAT is that?" she asked, pointing at Saxon.

"Oh..." Neil sighed with relief. "Oh don't worry, he's just a big asshole. Well...not physically. I mean I'm sure he has one but still..."
@Penny

The Elder Scrolls: Swords and Snobbery

His eyes opened. Even with their dark coloring, the moon outside lit them up like a demon's eyes. Terrible yet entrancing simultaneously. He rose up in front of her, moving the fringe out of his face. There was the makings of a small beard on his chin and upper lip, though at the moment it simply looked like shadow. Perhaps in a few days it might become a goatee. He gave a smile that showed his teeth. "Now we escape." he told her, the words coming out as if he had already slit the guard's throats himself.

"Stay close to me." He whispered, and headed out of the jail cell, holding her hand gently until they were in the hallway, his mind purely on their surroundings.

Men loudly cursed and yelled as the wolf apparently had one of the men's hands in its mouth, snarling and yanking. Swords were drawn and the telltale footpadding of the wolf running out of the doors was evident. Markus pressed against the stone wall and took a breath, before stepping out into the main hall of the prison to see one guard, alone and spreading his hands over the desk at the front of the corridor, searching for something.

"Hey," Markus said casually, grabbing his attention after already being a mere four paces from him. The man's eyes widened. "Looking for the keys? We found a few back that way."

The guard's hesitation was all Markus needed, and as he drew out his sword, the rakish man sprang, grabbing the man's drawing arm and keeping the sword in its hilt, before allowing it to be yanked out. He kicked the guard's leg, sending it in an awkward angle and subsequently disarmed him with a well timed elbow strike and quick hands. The guard was felled after he was pummeled by the hilt of his own sword.

Despite the fact he was armed, Markus didn't want this blade. He tossed it on the ground and approached the weapon's rack, finding a bastard sword that he greeted like an old friend. The door open, cool air flowed into the prison. A kiss of freedom. After he holstered the weapon to his belt, Markus gave Raelynn a look. "We need to make it to the walls before they get back."

Damned to the Depths

@Penny