POOHEAD189

Illustrious Illustrations by Poo

Women of Sorcery!

Sorceress 1

Hider

Sorceress 2

Hider

Dark Elf Rogue

Hider

Baroness/Con Artist/Magician

Hider

Illustrious Illustrations by Poo

Beren 'Dragonfist' Ecthelion

Warrior Monk

Art of friend's Star Wars character

Kel Dor Smuggler

Prince Kayden Caladwarden of Elien

Mercenary Prince

Illustrious Illustrations by Poo

Disclaimer:

• Please do not post in the thread to meme.
• Likes are appreciated.
• Advice to give to me or receive from me is always welcome, but leave that to DMs.
• I'll fill out character info for art as I go along.
• Thanks for reading!

Anyway here's my stuff.

Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

Neil was impressed with just how much material the scorpions had acquired, and he was equally impressed with how wasted most of it was. The barbed wire was stretched around like a serpent, going back and forth with plenty of areas a determined man could crawl through. The trenches around it were similarly jerry-built, and Neil was just glad they didn't have the stupidity to dig across the road they were driving on.

The gates slid open shakily with a primitively automated system, and it was actually pretty funny that the whooping and hollering thugs were trying to keep their enthusiasm even as they sat waiting for the gate to fully roll open. Neil sat there, bouncing from the shoddy engine of the vehicle they were in. He looked at Junebug and Taya with a raised eyebrow.

After a full minute, the cries began anew when the path was clear and they drove up to the house, turrets placed in a variety of places without planning it seemed. Large double barrel turrets with, to Neil and Junebug's practiced eye, 35 mm slug rounds. The pilot could tell it was an automatic weapon and was highly volatile but powerful.

"When was the last time you boys were hit by the Spiders?" Neil asked the thug to his left, his crew members on his right. The man, if it could be called a man for his face was bloated and putrid and he had one eye, turned to him and merely grunted. Neil wasn't certain he knew how to speak at all, and Warez spoke up from across the way.

"We have a few hits every now and then, fucker. But we send them scuttling back to mama, eh!? He cried, and they all cheered just before the vehicles halted in the front dirt lot, kicking up dust and debris into the air. All of them vaulted and leaped out of the vehicles in a timely manner, as if it had been practiced. Neil and the others were just a second behind, and they were inducted into the house.

It was large, but hardly enough room for so many gangsters. Over a dozen of them ran down stairs and Neil theorized they lived down there among a larger complex. Neil, Taya, and Junebug however were brought by Warez and his largest thugs to the third floor, which looked to be one single roo that covered the entire story. As they made their way in, they could see couches and tables, with a corner of the huge room covered in curtains to keep out prying eyes.

"Yo Stinger! We got some new recruits!" Warez yelled.

The curtains opened up, and the men suddenly knelt when Stinger walked out. He didn't have the look Neil thought he might. Mostly because he was a she, thick bodied with full lips and curls that reached down to her shoulders. There was a dangerous look to her indigo eyes, and on her arm was a scorpion tattoo. She downed the last dregs of a whiskey bottle and set it down on the table next to her.

"Yeah I can see that, Warez" She sneered. When he opened his mouth to speak, she shot him a look that killed the noise in his throat.
@Penny

Has "Casual" become the new "Advanced"?

I did move a roleplay from casual to free because someone (I forgot who) pointed out their posts were 3 sentences tops. I checked and double checked and it was the case, so I switched it. If you find a casual roleplay that has more in posts than the advanced section, let us know because we should switch it.

Has "Casual" become the new "Advanced"?

I have to ask...what roleplays are you in?

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

@Fetzen good luck bud. No pressure if you cant think up something. :)

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

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Speak to an Elder God, got it.

@Penny

I have an irking suspicion that Odin is going to be sporting tentacles in this roleplay.

The Sunday Group - Bumps in the Night

My Character

When not in his modern apparel

Name: Edgar "Stormraven" Stormhrafn, known as the Azure, also called Alfrikr

Age: 206

Appearance: With the look of a healthy man of around 65 to 70 years, Edgar bears himself like a man of importance. People often give him a wide berth as even their inept senses can perceive a quality of power about him, and he frequently appreciates others stopping to listen to his wizened voice when he speaks. Despite that, he's not a striking man; save for his grey iron eyes and well groomed, white beard. The mystic wears a worn, long sleeved jacket; dark blue in color. He collects most of his shirts and trousers from shelters and thrift stores. Apart from his navajo belt and two rings, most of his trinkets change daily depending upon a variety of factors. He also uses a Shillelagh as a walking stick.

Apparel when researching/entertaining elder entities within his home

Concept: Elderly Wizard

Powers/skills:

• The Norse practices of magic: Galdr & Seidr
• Alchemy
• Basic military training from time served in the Schleswig Wars, and WW1.
• Practiced in melee combat, particularly blunt weapons like the Shillelagh.

Things Your Character Wants to Happen (probably wont):

• To find the secrets of immortality.
• To find a successor worthy of his patience.
• To tame a Sea Serpent
• To speak to one of the old gods.

Things You as a Writer Wants to Happen (Maybe will):

• Any of that stuff above would be sick.
• Dispelling curses/aberrations/demons.
• Beating up young people.

Writing Sample?
You have my resume.

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅 & 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

Harun seemed apprehensive, but only because he had heard plenty of stories of jobs too good to be true being offered to commoners who they could dispose of once the task was done. He wouldn't let any sort of wariness keep him from a potential prize, though. The job seemed easy enough, and he stood there transfixed in thought for a few moments longer until, arms crossed, he agreed with a nod. He had to take a chance, every once in awhile.

"I'm not sure why this lamp might keep you beholden, but as long as you pay up we shouldn't have any problems." He said. This woman was obviously keeping something to herself, but not in a sinister way wish was all he truly cared about. "You still haven't told me exactly how we, or I, would get into the palace and fetch this thing for you. I can fight a guard or three, but an entire palace full of them isn't something I can handle."

Granted, he hadn't specified what he would wish with from her offer. Who was this woman who could give him whatever he desired? She was beautiful enough to be a princess. Did that mean she had royal power? Maybe it was some edict of the Sultan that kept her from obtaining this lamp. "Let me decide after I grab ahold of the lamp, although I can promise you I don't want to be skulking in streets anymore at night or fighting over food."

He turned away from her then, almost angered at her for being so clean and casually wealthy. She likely thought him worthless, but then he couldn't blame her. He often felt worthless in the grand scheme of things. He knew what he looked like in his reflection, scarred and dirt stained. The street rat clenched his fist.

No more.