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Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Hey uh, only talk about video games and don't goad each other or else. Thanks.
@Dolerman@hawkins

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

@Fabricant451Please dont respond to him as I punish him

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

The Ogre checked the sovereigns, gauging the weight as if he could tell with his small brain if it was enough. Likely he wanted to just give the illusion of being thorough, since no one would really jip him or he'd devour them. It was then a thought in his brain that if he were to eat these two, then he could have all of the gold for himself. He looked up from his gold, and watched them both, weighing his options.

Amal was not a mind reader, but he knew how scoundrels thought and watched him carefully. Luckily, the Ogre seemed to appeal to his reason. He had just walked in on these two standing easily over the corpses of his would-be allies. They had nasty tricks up their sleeves, likely, and they had also seemed reasonable so far. "Very well, I will go to Copher if that is where you go. But I want twice as much as this for my services and protection."

Amal and Emmaline shared a look, and after the thief shrugged, Emmaline agreed. There was enough gold to go around. If the Ogre got a third of it, it beat him potentially making meals of them. "And you can eat any enemies we happen upon that have no value to us, as well." Amal said. The Ogre smiled widely, showing bloodied teeth. At that, he grabbed the corpse of the second bandit and effortless snap, his leg was taken clean off to be eaten. "Very good," The Ogre said between mouthfuls. "I usually eat prisoners, anyway."

The thief winced, as Emmaline likely did, realizing that if the tables had been turned and they had been captured by the bandits, they would likely be head fist inside the thing's gullet at this point. It was something that disgusted anyone, particularly when they had to watch him devour human remains infront of them. It also completely ruined the mood the alcohol, gold, and midwakh had given them, at least in Amal's opinion.

Oh well, he went with the flow as he always did. The cutthroat grabbed his vest back with a jerk, and he waved it about to get the dust of the floor off of it. "Well, I am glad we have made an accord," he said dryly. "Are we far from Copher, by the way?" He had an inkling of where they were, but he still wanted to ask the Ogre, who didn't seem too confused on the geography of this part of Araby. Briefly he wondered how the Ogre got here, but he had plenty of time to ask later.

"The morning on the second day of travel, we will arrive." The Ogre said.

"And your name?" Emmaline asked, smiling slyly.

"Trogg Greatgut." The Ogre said, beating his aforementioned gut with his massive fist.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Amal had seen a lot of gold in his life (generally other's gold and not his), and yet it still gave him joy to see more of it everytime he did. The brass and silver would work wonders for his mood as well, and ontop of it all, he had a new ring! Enchanted or not, it was valuable and he was curious on what secrets it held. However, first thing was first. They had not eaten or supped drink other than river water for quite awhile now, and they needed to restock their packs.

"Gold and jewels make a fine background for a dinner over wine, yes?" He asked her in Riekspiel, his eyebrows wiggling.

He got to work on cutting the pork, finding silver plates in the pile to use. Despite the decorum of the rock, the crackling fire, and the distant sound of water, it felt positively high class. Amal even did away with his usual rougher eating habits (for the most part), though he did drink the Arak and what wine they found greedily. He poured his new friend of fortune a glass as well, and for a time they simply enjoyed the fire and the drink.

Soon they were laughing, Amal telling Emmaline some of the less reputable situations he had found himself in. The latest involving a naked Amal awakening atop the locked vault of a local official, having spent the time smoking Dohka with the guards and a few escorts, only to fall victim to the second hand smoke itself and unable to steal from the administrator of Al-Hiekk's finances. "Speaking of which," he said, producing his midwakh pipe. "Have you ever partaken?" He leaned in, his smile as taking as the treasure beside them.

"Don't worry, I only have a small bit of Dohka left," he assured her. "Neither of us will be waking up naked. At least, not without conscious consent." His grin was wide, and the wine must have gotten to her for she took a drag or two of the pipe, as Amal did as well. It gave a very nice mellow feeling to the night, the wine and Arak warm in their bellies. It was then Emmaline caught glimpse of her Cobra staff, the ruby eyes enchanting in the fire light.

She had decided it was time to inspect the staff to its fullest extent, and she was drawn in by the gaze of the item teasingly. For a moment, it was like pure lust, or perhaps goldfever. Her jaw went slack and her eyes glimmered with the ruby's shine, until she realized what was happening. The luster of the rubies had an enthralling quality, one that likely lead to enchanting those who didn't expect it.

Yet still she delved deeper, confident that she could control it once she was aware of the effects. Further she went, until the cobra's eyes had swallowed her up into a world of red and molten gold, and her body felt a thrill the likes of which she had only experienced in her most passionate moments of life. She did not know when it had happened, or how, but she was now herself a Cobra. A massive Cobra, deadly and sinuously beautiful all at once, coiling around an unknown sultan who begged for her forgiveness and her favor, in vain of course.

Gold, jewels, and whatever she desired began to flood below her massive form until she sat upon a mountain of wealth, power, and pleasures, and just as she reared back to strike the sultan with her fanged maw, there was a poof of smoke that enshrouded her eyes, and she was yanked out of the vision when she heard Amal cry "HEY!" A few head shakes later, she had found herself still looking into the staff, and behind the staff was a massive Ogre, holding Amal up by his vest. A massive beast with a fu-man chu covering his chin, and he looked to be missing one eye within a massive scar that left the orb milky white.

"Who the maw are you?" the Ogre reviled, menacingly. "You are not Achmed."

Amal only knew two things about Ogres. Both of them being common knowledge. They had voracious appetites, and they sold themselves as swords for hire the world over. Neither he could use to his advantage at the moment, so he slipped out of his vest by raising his arms, to land nimbly on the ground, shirtless and oiled with persperation from the fire and wine. "Hold, my friend..." Amal said, reaching behind his sash belt to his dagger, in only Emmaline's line of sight. He backed up slowly as he did so.

"They are all dead I am afraid, but that does not mean we cannot work something out..."
@Penny

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had nearly hit an Algodade, one of the semi-aquatic giraffe like creatures that fed on both normal and underwater vegetation. Its head had popped up out of the water at just the wrong second, but Neil had managed to maneuver out of its way to keep himself from falling off, and from putting another damaged creature's life on his conscience. The maneuver sent him in a spin over a wave, impressively keeping his balance and landing to slide across the following tide toward the shallows.

Indra and her parents gave an applause, even her father seemed somewhat approving of his agility. Neil was just glad he still had it in him, though his happiness would be short lived when he saw Sayeeda poking at Saxon's arm, a curiosity evident in her eyes.

"What does your language sound like? I never asked," the Captain said with interest. Taya, having grown tired of tanning, had gone over to speak to Indra, taking her attention for the moment. Saxon's neck glowed a faded red, and his dewlap extended. Neil knew far more about Hexanagallions than most people, and it didn't sit well with him. She might as well have an extended dewlap neck too by the way she smiled.

None of my business though, he thought, trying to walk past them.

Goddamn, this was a big beach. Goddamn, he wished there was WIND, so he didn't have to listen to it.

Saxon began to do what could best be described as a warbling call that banged at the eardrums of anyone within 2 dozen yards, of which Neil was in the blast radius. Somehow, Sayeeda didn't seem to mind other than give a small wince. "Interesting...and what's your home planet like?"

Neil turned, unable to handle the rest. But he continued, describing the tropical wetland of a world his species evolved on. The world was evidently high gravity and filled with monstrous beasts, where only the strong survive.

He decided to walk away when Saxon began describing his early life. He'd read it all before, and he didn't like the gleam in Sayeeda's eye, though she did well to look at Neil when he wasn't looking to make sure he was in ear shot, until he wasn't.
@Penny

Video Games: The General Discussion & Community Thread

Yep, since I have been messaged about the thread by multiple people and read through some of it, let's not call one another names, be unreasonably snarky (or snarky at all for a bit), and be a bit more civil. Nothing overt happened, but let's tone it down plz.

Into the Shadow

Roland had a small cut from the draugr on his left cheekbone, having been roughly wiped for blood after they had dragged the bodies into their cell again. He didn't know if it was fortunate or not that there was nothing else alive in the other cells, or at least nothing else they could tell to be. Just take it as it came, that's what his Chapter master has always taught him. He was just behind Iseldis when she spoke to him, and he gave a nod.

"I say we go forward." He told her, and he took point, holding one of the draugr's swords. The blade was heavy, which suited him. He planned on using it to bash as well as cut through anything that came into his way if he needed to.

He let a foot down into the room, encrusted rust and dust breaking on his weight as he did do. There was no crack or crunch, but he still felt as if every step was audible to his ears. He still wasn't sure how Draugr's ears or hearing worked, but so far it seemed close to human.

Stepping in, they passed back the first set of coffins. The Draugr didn't have closed eyes, but the glow was softer. He also felt this room was unnaturally cold. Far too cold without any ice to make it so. He hid a sigh, and continued on until suddenly, a Draugr popped up from behind a coffin! It was the one he was passing, and it's hands were on his neck before he realized what was happening. Roland sputtered, but did his best to make no noise as he tried to wrench the hands off of his throat.

With a burst of strength, he pushed the Draugr back and the thing stumbled. Roland sucked in sweet oxygen, and then drove his sword through the thing before it could give a wail, placing a hand over its mouth as the magic that had kept it animated seeped out of its body. He felt adrenaline and fear pulsing through him, and looked to see if Iseldis was ok at the moment. By Eruvar, that was far too close.

The breathing in the other room was now louder, and there was a bass to it that sent shudders through Roland. But it was even and monotonous, and if he was correct in his guess, it meant that whatever it was, was asleep.

Overlord (anime/manga) - Overlord - Mors Inimicos Nostros

@Hammerman@RWBY Spectre
You do not enter an interest check to heckle or be rude. You enter to show interest. Do not act in such a way again.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil had been taken to a large dressing room, where Indra clapped and over a dozen servants took his measurements, washed his hair, and put swimming trunks on him, all at the same time miraculously. His bride-to-be waited outside for him, the servants hustling to please her as much as anything, regardless of how they handled Neil.

He was practically shoved out of the dressing room, but as per his style, he had managed to grab a pair of sunglasses off a rack. Indra placed her hands together, delighted at how he looked. Neil was delighted at how she looked too, in her two piece red bikini with a translucent sarong around her ample hips. He wished he could enjoy it more, but he still had last night in his head.

"Let's go," she said, grabbing his hand. "I want to show you the beach."

"Whoa whoa, wait wait," he said to her, keeping grounded. She looked back at him, confused and curious.

"You do know your parents want me to marry you, right?"

"Yes...?" she said.

"That's not our custom on my planet, so...we should take it slow. Ok?" he asked her, gauging her reaction. She seemed to sober, looking down and nodding. She pulled him to the side of the hall, looking around. "Look, Neil...my father needs me to be married. I suggested you because, well I like you. I like you, and you wouldn't use me...would you?"

Neil sighed. "No, I wouldn't."

Indra smiled. "Let's go. You'll relax more on the beach."

Spoiler warning, he did not relax more on the beach. Rather, seeing Sayeeda flirting with Saxon had his blood boiling, though he tried not to show it as Indra showed him to her parents and walked him up and down the beach. The worst part, other than the obvious, was that if this was any other time he would be enjoying her company. What's more, he had a feeling that Junebug knew she was annoying him, and he knew he needed to get some energy out.

"Do you guys surf?" Neil asked Indra when they sat down next to her parents. Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Surf?"

"Yeah like, ride the waves on a board?"

"Waveboarding?" Indra asked, and Neil theorized it had to be the same thing. "That sounds right. Do you guys have a board?" Neil used to be one of the best surfers among his group of friends back on Fortus. It was his natural agility and his lack of self preservation that really helped him on the waves. Indra seemed ecstatic to watch him surf, and once he got a board it took him no time to make it to the water. To think, 10 days ago he was on a desert planet thinking he would never want to see the sand again. and now he was running across the sand to leap into the ocean.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Amal yanked his knife out of the second man, but he had seen the third one die from her staff. He had to agree with Emmaline's sentiment, his eyes wide in shock at the transforming object. "Whoa, yes..." he breathed, dropping the newly dead corpse and walking over to the sorceress, who held her staff gingerly.

Slowly, he reached toward the staff, and then swiftly poked the cobra head. Amal jumped back and Emmaline flinched, but nothing happened. They breathed easier, relaxing for a brief moment.

Suddenly a hand grabbed Emmaline's ankle, and she squealed in surprise and fright. The man wasn't quite dead it seemed, sweating profusely as foam continued to pour out of his throat, though another shudder and he was dead. Amal wanted to make sure, and he knelt down and slit his throat carefully. Foam seeped out of the wound, ebbing slowly.

After taking a moment to make certain there would be no more surprises, Amal placed a hand on Emmaline's back and guided her to turn around. "Let us look at something more pleasant, eh?" he said in broken Reikspeil.

Fire danced upon the heaped loot and treasure, glinting off their respective eyes. What was almost as delectable was the cooking food above the fire. It looked like roast that needed to be spun, and unopened bottles of Arak were placed atop the gathered chests and crates. The cutthroat let Emmaline take a look and handle the food for a moment while he went to check the potential exit/entrances.

The cavern extended three different ways out of the cavern they were in, and upon further inspection he found one turned back around to the river, which was likely where they gained their fresh water. The next led deeper into an unknown cavern, and Amal stopped a hundred meters in, as he was running out of light and found no end. The middle was an exit to the plateau overlooking the road. An easy way to spy on merchants and pilgrims.

He made his way back in to see Emmaline, finding her trying to unlock one of the chests after having turned the pork. Amal made his way silently behind her, and it was impossible to detect him until his lips were next to her ear. "Having difficulty?" he asked, knowing he could pick whatever lock she needed.
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