POOHEAD189

Warhammer Fantasy: From Small Beginnings...

Will post within a day or two, gents

Into the Shadow

It took all of his training to keep up with the Dark Elf swordsman, and somehow he still felt he was being somewhat toyed with after he struck. Elves were not unknown to his Chapter, and he was always told that his strength would be his greatest asset against an elf, as the Elf would be far quicker and have decades, if not centuries of experience in swordplay.

At the moment, he found it hard to even be able to lay a hand on his opponent to use his strength, and he blocked and parried and attacked as savagely as he could while Iseldis and the other two dark elves maneuvered and fought not a scant 3 meters away. He knew she had drawn both of the others away to save his life, but who would save hers? Gareth struggled and cried out as the two fought for their lives, futilely attempting to break free of his bonds despite days upon days of trying.

Roland heard Iseldis' body crash into a cabinet, and his heart sunk as he imagined a blade entering her heart. It was then he did something that he didn't expect he would ever do, and if even he didn't expect it, how could his opponent? With a cry, he slashed at the Dark Elf, who nimbly leapt back, only to see its eyes widen in shock as Roland threw his sword at the dark elf. Of course, throwing one's sword was never an effective tactic, but the dark elf held its arms up to guard its face and was knocked slightly aback by the weight of the weapon.

Roland had spun, taking his knightly dagger out of its sheathed and he launched himself at the Dark Elf that stalked Iseldis. The last thing it expected was the 'male primitive' to attack him, and grabbing the Dark Elf, he plunged his dagger between its breastplate and facehelm, ending its life. On instinct, Roland felt as much as heard a blade rushing toward his position and he flung himself over the same table to land heavily beside Iseldis, grimacing at the fall.

"How are we lookin'?" He asked hoarsly, more than anything trying to lighten the mood of a very grim situation. He didn't have his blade anymore, and there were still two enemies left to face. He pulled himself up as best as he could, holding his dagger at the ready as Iseldis took her own stance.
@Luminosity

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Awesome, everyone has posted. I will now give an update within 36 hours.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Now all we need is Lemon and Necroknight and we will be good to go for me to update!

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

@Stormflyx@Jarl Coolgruuf Great Collab from the both of you!!

WoT: The Dark One's Own Luck.

Even with his unrelenting lack of experience when it came to the wider world, Ali knew Illian was unusual for a city. As they had approached, it seemed as if the entire infrastructure was made of sweeping towers and palaces, and once they had entered nearly every street was crossed with different canals. A curious thought struck him when he passed by the water ways. Would he and Mave be allowed to take a raft about the city? It would be quicker, and Ali had loved rafting back home when he needed to get somewhere downriver quickly.

Anyone able to read his thoughts would likely see how rustic and whimsical he was, and he felt a tinge of embarrassment. At the current moment, he stood upon the balcony of the multifloored Rosewater inn, overlooking the city and trying to concentrate of what they were to do next. Mave had been somewhat vague on what she needed to do here, and he felt like a sitting duck simply waiting, even though the rest and lack of travel was most welcome.

Below him, a man and a woman walked down the stone street. The fellow sported a large beard that left his upper lip bare, and the woman wore a wide brimmed hat and plucked an olive stem from her mouth, chewing the treat with delight. She glanced his way and saw him looking, and she gave a wink, her rosebud lips curving into a smile. The Emond's Fielder blanched, and he decided to make his way inside the Inn. Light, these people were strange. He realized he must look very much like a tourist, as he had just shaved the stubble of a goatee he had gained, the barest shadow of facial hair now lining his chin and lips. His clothes were decidedly northern, as well.

Should he try to blend in further?

The inner common room was a mixture of tired travelers and well to-do locals, and even a few hunters of the horn. Word had it from their talk that the council was to call another Hunt for the Horn soon. He decided he'd go and see how Mave was taking to the room, but he remembered she was taking her time in the baths. How long had she been in there? He'd at least call to her and see if she needed anything. Ali took the stairs up to the open air room, just outside of the bath area, reaching the apex before he heard a curious sloshing noise.

For a moment, he thought it was her leaving the bath and he made his way to the exit, but then he heard it again, and a third time. Something pricked in the back of his mind, and a mad voice crying out in the depths of his soul.

When she died, I lost the best part of myself. When they died, I lost the best part of the world.

"What?" he asked in his mind. "Who are you?"

There was another slosh, and his mind screamed back into reality. Something was wrong. Modesty be damned, he knew something was wrong. The tall man opened the door to the bathouse, expecting a very confused Mave but instead seeing his worst fears realized. There was a man, devoid of emotion and grey of skin in the water of her bath, his arms thrust into the water as a woman's legs kicked futilely. "Get off of her!" Ali commanded, and for some reason the man stopped for a moment, unable to move for a mere second. It was long enough for Ali to make it to him and wrap his strong arm around the man's neck, pulling him out of the water.

His hand, free from the fizz of the bath held a knife and he slashed as Ali's hip, drawing blood. "Blight take you!" Ali growled as Mave burst out of the water, vomiting up the liquid that had built into her lungs over the side. Alidren couldn't keep the man from stabbing him for long, twisting where he could to keep the knife at bay. He'd gotten second at the last wrestling competition in Emond Field, but his opponent had never had a weapon. Without thinking, he did what his uncle had always told him to do when in a dangerous situation.

He needed to end it, and his muscles corded for a moment as he jerked the man's head and snapped his neck. Disgustingly, the body now flopped, weighted in his grasp. Sensing he was devoid of life, Ali let him fall to the ground heavily and he looked at his hands, suddenly appalled he had taken a life. "I..." He breathed, and then his mind caught up with him and he realized now wasn't the time to dwell on it. Blood and Bloody Ashes!

Mave was now able to breathe, albeit hoarsely. Ali averted his eyes and took the towel she had waiting for her, helping her out of the tub and into the towel, holding her up and steady in his arms. "Mave, light, are you ok? Who was that?"

The Elder Scrolls: Legacy

Lizards of a Scale, Talk a Tale

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(Morty & Poo)

Daixanos stalked through the streets of Bruma, smelling freshly cooked food in the air. It was one of the nicer towns in Cyrodiil, he believed. Hardy people and strong stone did well for the welfare of the settlement, and judging by the smell, the food was very good. He didn’t expect to find another Argonian here, but a voice rose up from a corner in the next street and he perked his reptilian head up.

“Brother?” He echoed, and began to speak in a hushed tone. “Yesss, I seek the guild. Will you be inducted in as well?”

“That is the plan, but who knows what will happen.” Tsleeixth said, his previous anxieties easing somewhat at the prospect of having a fellow Saxhleel with whom to talk. “Truth be told, it would be hugely beneficial to me if I was able to join. My pouch is getting a little light now and I could use the septims.” He paused for a second in his ramble when a slightly embarrassing detail dawned on him: he hadn’t even introduced himself to his fellow Argonian.

“Ah, but I’m getting ahead of myself.” Tsleeixth said, chuckling softly. “My name is Tsleeixth, brother. And, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it that drives you to join this new guild? We are quite away from our homeland, aren’t we? So, you’ll have to pardon me if I say that I’m more than a little surprised to find one of our kind here.”

Argonians were known for their lack of emotions, and hard to read faces. Daixanos gave credit to such stereotypes, even among his fellow Saxhleel. However, the twitch of his tail and the hiss in his breath betrayed his mild relief of speaking to a Hist-brother. “Actually, this is the closest I have been to home in many years, friend. Perhaps after a few short years here, I will return.”

Dax looked away for a moment. Not out of shyness, but wariness. Even in a civilized town, he watched for potential threats, almost like a beast himself. “I am Daixanos, of Gideon. A Hunter of Beasts, Men, and Mer should the coin be right. I have been in Skyrim for many years, on a quest from the great trees. I shall not speak of it publicly, but if you’re curious we can speak of it later. You don’t know where the guild is, do you brother?”

Tsleeixth nodded at Dax’s words, understanding why he wouldn’t want to talk about such matters in public. “Very well brother, we can speak about it later away from prying ears.” He said before chuckling sheepishly at his fellow Saxhleel’s question about if he knew where the guild was. “Ah, I do. You see, I was surprised to see a fellow Saxhleel which is why I called. One does not tend to run into many of our kind outside of our homeland after all.” Tsleeixth admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Why do you ask brother, do you not know the direction?”

Briefly, Daixanos wondered why Tsleeixth was here to begin with. He had no true suspicion, but it was indeed odd that a fellow Argonian was here. He decided he would ask later, if Tslee didn’t divulge naturally. “I have never been here before, so yesss.” He replied. He felt if he began to look around, the landstriders would get a bit suspicious themselves. “I have only heard whispers of the guild in general. Let us go in so I may ply my trade.”
“Very well. It’s not too far off so we should be there shortly brother.” Tsleeixth said, resuming his walk towards the guild. “It’s a good thing that this guild was recruiting, I was running out of septims and needed a job. Hopefully we’ll both get hired, eh? Shouldn’t be too hard, after all one would think that a recently established guild would be all too eager for new recruits.” He said, letting silence fall for a few moments before he spoke again. “If you do not mind me asking brother, what drove you to seek the guild? Pardon me if I’m prying too much but, well, I’m curious.”

Dax didn’t react as they walked, answering simply. “I only know why I am in Cyrodiil, brother.”They turned a corner, Tsleeixth slightly leading to show him the way. He wondered if Tslee was always this curious or introspective. “I didn’t seek the guild for any reason other than the pay I might receive. It has good benefits, does it not?”

“Yes, it does. I must admit that I sought the guild for similar reasons, albeit I also searched for something a bit more stable than mercenary work. Well, more stable in the sense that there’d always be a place to return to after work if that makes sense.” The spellsword mused before chuckling softly. “Ah, but I digress, I apologize.” He said to Daixanos as they took one last corner, the guild’s building coming into view for the two Argonians.

A small group was already visible, which elicited a small laugh from Tsleeixth. “Well, it seems we won’t be lacking for company, will we brother?” He said, turning to look at Dax before motioning at the bulletin board. “Well, let’s go and see if we made it.”


“Hist willing,” said Dax.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Yeah, I didn’t necessarily want to make a thing of it, but I’m actually semi-homeless and living out of a hotel at the moment unfortunately. I should be moving somewhere permanently this Wednesday coming, but that’s a big part of the reasons why I’ve been a bit inconsistent lately. Sorry folks.

@Bazmund

Damn, that sucks. Yeah, you take your time too. Believe it or not, I've been there so I can sympathize, definitely.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

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I have held it up a little. I've just been run down but I'll reply soon :)

@Stormflyx

As long as you're inching forward when you can, take your time. Your health is far more important.

I just want posts if there's no explanation for there not being any. But I know you got things on your end <3

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

I really like the look of this, but am I right in assuming that it's full? I'm happy to watch from a distance and wait for an opening if that is the case.

@Romero

Currently there are no openings, but if people don't post soon then you will!

@POOHEAD189 I'm currently working on a collab with @Stormflyx

@Jarl Coolgruuf

Nice! You guys I know are working on a post. :)