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The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

Unless of course you are pregnant with a Leprecaun's baby, in which case... well good luck with that.

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I see we'll have no shortage of fan fiction

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

What if our characters have sex with said leprechaun?

Damned to the Depths

The Sea of Swords was calm this day as the sun began to sink. Land was not yet in sight, but various smaller islands that cropped up around the coast were visible in the distance to the west. Going a steady eight knots, they were to see the palace spires just before the sun dropped below the horizon. Markus had the wheel, keeping the Weather Witch steady with an idle hand. Truthfully, he simply wanted to watch over the Blood Axes and their approaching destination. Men had begun to cow under his eyes, he'd noticed. They were as vicious as a sea eagle's, apparently. Whatever helped maintain his image.

Calliope ascended the stairway to stand beside him, slightly more terrible in appearance than usual (which was saying something when it came to the superstitious crew) due to her diadem. Markus thought it fitted her, and if he was honest with himself there was an attraction to her he rather disliked. As much as everyone here was apart of the crew, and even acted like a true team, a pirate ship was a collection of cutthroats working for mutual gain. Somehow it wasn't the case with her, and it irked him to no end. He brushed it off. He was probably feeling the usual yearnings of a seaman that's not been at port with women for far too long.

A cry above betrayed Jax, and the Captain looked up to see him waving and pointing southwards. Markus knew what he meant. Hefting the glass scope to his eye, he grinned. "There it is." Markus said as the horizon suddenly bloomed before him in greater detail, and he was relieved to see what looked like large trees before the fading sun were towers the size of ships. He smiled and handed Calliope the scope. Markus whistled with two fingers to ready his crew, and they leaped into action. Grimey hung on the rope to add weight to it as Sron and Halvar used their rippling muscles to yank it down, lowering the back mast to slow the ship for their approach.

Sketti and Jim had hauled weaponry up onto the deck to keep everyone armed with crossbow bolts and ammunition for their wheelocks and flintlocks. Reginal the Vrettonian laughed haughtily and took a flintlock pistol, loading it like he was born to it and holding it in a professional pose, as if he was being called to duel. Bill and Will gathered up their arms and chainmail jacks, doing their best not to meet their deceased brother as of yet in the afterlife.

Calls from the Bloodaxe navy echoed across the water, and on deck they arrayed for battle. To Markus' delight, in the distance he saw the fleet of Dalib Sahab floating idly, unaware of what was about to cut into it like a swooping hawk.

The Blademage took the scope out of the dark sorceress's hand and said. "Would you like to open up with some fireworks once we're in range?"
@Penny

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

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I mean I never actually wished to get out of 1x1....

@Penny

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

@Penny Fix'ed. You now have two wishes left, no more freebies.

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

@Penny Will there be a character sheet available soon?

The Sinful Stars

Had he not grown up among the huge architecture of the aristocracy, he likely would have been feeling much how Ragnar was at the moment. The Vuldrok looked in awe at the roadway that looked too large to enter any earthwork save a mountain. The tunnel that led transports between the palace and the outer city looked vast enough for a starship to use as a runway. Orion sincerely hoped that was not apart of its intended use.

Huge fluorescent lights had powered on halfway through their trek within the concrete and steel tunnel, but it was so large that even the lights still didn't illuminate every corner; giving the road a bare minimum of lighting so as to help the transportation vehicles to travel easily. It was problem from some bureaucratic ruling that led to certain safety guidelines for men working directly under the Duke.

The two warriors ran on the emergency railway at the side of the road, laying low whenever there was a truck, which only happened twice. Halfway through, they found an iron grater they could break. To most men it would have ended there, but Ragnar and Orion had enough muscle power to break open something twice as thick.

It took them another two hours to slog through the sewers. It seemed endless, like purgatory that smelled of shit and raw wet. After thirty minutes, Orion felt as if he would suffocate from the wretched air, but he powered on until there was a ladder that descended as if from the very heavens of the Pancreator.

"I smell fresh air!" Ragnar cried in victory. He was silenced by Orion slugging him across the jaw. The barbarian tumbled into the sewage and spurted water out of his mouth, angrily growling until the Knight covered his lips.

"If the Duke or any of his servants hears a Vuldrok yelling below their feet, you'll ascend into execution, not fresh air understand?" He asked, grimly. Ragnar looked in his eyes and knew that if he had to, Orion would stick a knife in his throat to see that he did not make a noise. Vuldrok's were often boisterous, but Ragnar had generally been reserved. It seems their passion still resided in him, deep within.

Ragnar nodded, and Orion released him to step onto the stone platform. Ragnar sloshed out of the water as quietly as he could, and the two now stood under a beam of light that seemed all at once holy and damning. "We knock out who we can...we kill only who we must." Orion said, and he began to climb the ladder.

Thirty feet up, he pushed open the iron door and found his world flooded with breathable air as sweet as wine, and similar lighting to the tunnel. Only now there were dormant trucks and a few men in the distances on railings, busy with their own work in the Duke's hangar bay.
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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

To say Amal wasn't raised with understanding parents...or parents in general was an understatement. He was not good with dealing with his own inner problems, or perhaps he was too good. He'd turned all of his anger and abandonment issues toward greed, lust, and a thirst for danger. That might not be the healthiest way to go about it, but it had served him well.

Emmaline, on the other hand, hadn't quite gotten used to such a life. Yet she was likely more of a liar than even he. He could tell it took a lot to tell the truth, even to a stone abomination. Gingerly, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "You did well," He said in his accented Reikspiel.

Her fair skin seemed to glow for a brief moment, and there was a simmer to her eyes that could only be magically related. It faded quickly, and was nearly gone when she turned to him. Emmaline wouldn't feel as if there was any great change, but the winds of magic flowed slightly more robustly about her, as if the cup where she kept her magic was filling a hair faster than usual.

Amal, ignorant to the change, smiled. "You know, if we did not have other things to attend to first, I would kiss you. Let us save that for the end, eh?" He bumped her hip with his own playfully. It was a moment later that he noticed the fountains were now flowing once more, and he laughed triumphantly, heading toward the flowing water and sticking his head within, supping great gulps.

His head whipped out after he had his fill, thick waves of hair now matted. "Emmaline, come here and drink. I know how much you northerners are not used to lacking water for any length of time."

Once the two had refilled their stomachs and waterskins, Amal and likely his lady companion now felt like doing nothing but sitting for a few minutes. Luckily, Amal was pleasantly surprised when the carpet flowed into the temple and twirled around them with joy."

"Oh now he wants to fly," Emmaline smirked, squeezing the water out of her hair.

"I say it is good timing." Amal replied, crouching and clapping for the fabric to approach like it was a stray dog. It didn't need to be told twice and flew over to him like lightning, twirling about until the thief caught it in a hug. "Ah, my friend it is good to see you. Can you take us to the temple at the far end of the city?"
@Penny

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

(raises hand) So if I were to dust off an old character, it should be Manny rather than Caber my Ain Sidhe since we're all going to be human? Honestly I'll probably make a new character if we're to be human, but if I am allowed to be Caber I'll likely choose him. I will respect whatever decision you have :)

The Sunday Group - Paranormal Detectives

Once more into the breach, dear friends