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What Are You Listening To?

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Sayeeda falling back on her butt unceremoniously had her butt land on a prone Neil, and he let out a 'woosh' of air as she did so. Before she could apologize, he waved it away and sat up with her on his lap in the jungle, holding himself up by his hands behind his back, his hair disheveled. "I have no..." He placed two of his knuckles against his nostrils and blew gently to pop his ears. He felt dizzy after the immense bellow next to his head. "-idea."

He looked around, but saw no trace of the thing other than trampled foliage and a broken sapling. The power of that beast was ridiculous. In his experience, monsters like that were born on harsh worlds or were made via a genetic experiment and-...well that made sense. He didn't want to start talking like he knew anything, but he kept the idea in the back of his head. "That guard definitely knew something about this thing, and I don't think he was waiting to take it for a walk."

He placed a hand behind Junebug's head to turn her face toward him. She resisted slightly at first, but he said. "Let me look at you," making sure a split lip was the worst thing that happened to her. Once he was satisfied, he sighed in obvious relief. "You know, the answer to your question was yes." He remarked, reaching down to take out a small flask of water to drink, before handing it to her to take a swig. "Once this is done, I'm coming with you."

"Neil, don-"

He pulled her head to him and he kissed her thoroughly, drowning out the noises of the jungle and their own thoughts for the moment. Until something approached. Junebug was suddenly on alert, her weapon drawn. Neil knew the sound of that gait anywhere, and Saxon stepped into view, seeing naught but the damage and the two of them on the ground. "Hey, you made it. Here I thought you fell into the ocean."

"Silence, worm. I'm listening." The Hex said, head up and mouth open, his tongue flickering through his mandibles. Nothing seemed to happen save for the small chirps that surrounded them.

"I think we're safe for now." Neil said.

Saxon, clearly not listening, said. "I think we are safe for now. Did you see what caused those strange roars?"

Neil gave him a look.
@Penny

Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Amal stepped atop the small crags on the outskirts of the oasis, utterly enthralled by the beauty of the scenic location. He hadn't been so close to anything so lush since he was a small boy, and it dazzled his mind that nature could produce such bounty. He raised a hand to help Emmaline step across some of the less friendly rocks upon the ground before their sandal-ed feet touched down on soft grass, idly tickling their ankles.

Amal could smell the water from there. It was a skill most Arabyans had, having so few chances to drink water in their lives. "You might turn out to be a good luck charm after all," he said to her playfully, though the foreboding arches that looked as if they had shot out of the ground were not very promising. Atop the arches were carved skeletal looking kings, holding a saw-like mace in their left hands and a khopesh in their right.

Amal was thirsty enough to be uncaring for the moment, and he made his way to pristine spring that was practically transparent save for some loose sediment at the bottom. It wasn't a large body of water, but it was big enough for small fish evidently. They scattered when he fell to his knees and dunked his head into the water to take a long drink. After he was satisfied, he lifted his head out and whipped his thick hair back and forth like a hound.

"Thank Allah! Or whatever Gods are watching over us." He said, falling back onto his rump and basking in the sun. Once far too hot, it was now radiating pleasant warmth as its rays clashed with the coolness of the water that had drenched him. The archways that stood vigil a few yards behind him seemed to lead into a few abandoned workshops, and one lead to a tower that barely poked over the upended rocky walls that seemed to surround the wadi. The caligraphy looked far too old to be Arabyan, and Emmaline would perhaps feel the echoes of a faint presence of power that had long ago become faded.

Or hidden.
@Penny

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

@RedVII it is no worries my friend, and I thank you for your honesty and integrity.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

@Jarl Coolgruuf ... you have intrigued me enough for me to wish to see a Character Sheet

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

@Jarl Coolgruuf Hmmm...give me a character concept and I might allow it, but it's getting pretty crowded as of now

@NecroKnight I would follow Bazmund's advice, but yeah her being guided by a guard or two would be good.

Goblins of the Wilds

@cookjack If you are actually being unironic, then you do need to work on your english. Thank you for apologizing.

Have a good day.

Goblins of the Wilds

@cookjack Please don't fuck with people's threads or troll, or you'll get a warning.

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Warhammer Fantasy: From Small Beginnings...

NICE. @Jb