POOHEAD189

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189

Out of curiosity which moves did you take for Caber?

@rush99999

I assume you meant Fae Moves. I've got Faerie Magic, In Our Blood, and Words are Wind.

The Black of Night - Urban Shadows

@POOHEAD189 So you will make your escape. What penalty to you want to suffer?

• You suffer harm during your escape
• You end up in another dangerous situation
• You leave something important behind
• You owe someone a Debt for your escape
• You give in to your base nature and mark corruption

@Penny

Owe someone a debt.

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Neil gave a rich laugh, his mood brightening considerably at the reveal. He pointed behind him with his thumb, though it made little sense since they both knew the Graf was not back there, exactly. "You're scamming fat Otto?" He asked, clearly pleased and a bit impressed. "Good job! Even with all of the red flags, you had me fooled until that pebble glowed in the cave."

"Red flags?" She scoffed, pouting and crossing her arms. "I'd have had you fooled until I fled back to Altdorf."

"Sorry, backhanded compliment," He realized and freely admitted, palms out to show deference. "Let me start over..."

The young man cleared his throat, brush some debris out of his mop of hair and presented his hand to her to shake. "Neil Edwards. Apprentice and criminal."

She glanced at the hand for a moment, and then took it in ginger shake. "Emmaline, apprentice and criminal."

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As night fell, the city came into view. A bastion of stone and steel rising above the wissenland wilderness, a far more intimidating sight than it had been in the early morning. Silhouettes of guardsmen were posted, halberds pointing up, cutting through the fading light of the setting sun as they strode down the road. Up ahead, the gate was shut and barred, and like as not any travelers that came there would either be turned away until morning or shot, confused for bandits or beastmen. Like as not the graf made a big to-do about the orc attack, telling everyone with influence how awful it was and how bravely he fought to flee with his life.

"So, where do we...?" Emmaline whispered.

Neil took her hand and winked. "This way," he said, and guided her through a small copse of trees, the branches grabbing at them with what almost seemed like gnarled fingers before they stepped out onto another, smaller path. It looked hardly trodden at all, made by a goat or something small and infrequent. It wasn't long until the trees around them dispersed and the gleaming River Riek flowed before them, the moon filling its surface beautifully. There were no docks in sight, though doubtless were it day time one could plainly see them from where the two stood. As it were, Neil let go of her hand and padded down the 'beach' towards a lonely, flat boulder amid the soft earth. He knelt down as if to pick it up with some herculean strength, but instead he lifted what was actually a tarp off what was revealed to be a rowboat fit for three.

"Where are we going?" She asked, clearly not comfortable with getting in a small boat, but realizing she was out of options. Carefully she stepped into it and sat down, holding on for Neil to push it into the water. "Won't the docks be guarded?"

"We are going to Aver Island." He said, his feet now sloshing in the surf until the water lapped at his knees. Neil carefully hopped in and his new partner handed him the oars. "Just half a mile away. No one lives there, and there's an abandoned tower we can use for now." He waited a few minutes to put his back into his strokes before adding: "The only things there are guns no one will use for months, a tavern for the gunners and guards, and the tower no one needs anymore. It's all owned by the Gunnery School. There's some traffic from people who don't want to use the main bridge to cross the river, but that's no big deal."

Neil did not tell her the best part, but he wanted that to be a surprise. What's more, there were crates and barrels of food and ale stored there. Save for the occasional visitor or worker that won't look at either of them twice. As they made good time toward the coming shore, Neil stopped rowing for a second and reached for his lower back to grab his pistol. He flipped it from hilt to barrel and handed it to Emmaline.

"You know how to shoot one of these?" He asked.

"Probably not like you, but I get the gist," She said, raising an eyebrow and taking it from him, slightly confused.

"It's loaded, so just pull the trigger if you need to use it." He said, glancing over his shoulder as the ship began to slide up the sand just before a craggy area of rocks. If one looked closely, there were roughly hewed stone steps carved on the face of the stones. Apparently this wasn't Neil's first time doing this, as they landed in the perfect spot just beside the stairway. "We can't really have someone seeing you can cast spells, so I'm giving you that to use if you need it. Try not to steal it from me, but I guess I can't blame you if you do." He chuckled, and groaned as he stepped off the boat, clearly tired from the day's trials. If memory served, there were a few soft hay mattresses on the bottom level of the tower.

As he held his hand out again to help her out, he asked. "Hey, this might be a weird time to ask, but wanna go out some time? Like to dinner?"

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Gold & Glory: AU thread

Despite the tropical surroundings, the dirt road between Markus and this entourage of extortionists seemed fitting for a strip of wasteland, particularly from the silence that fell on the street. Any of the colorful travelers or bustling locals quickly made themselves scarce, and Halfdan drew his thick bladed cutlass menacingly, ready to attack at Markus's slightest acknowledgement. The captain himself, having stepped off the porch, looked at Emmaline and then to her captor. Anyone, even Emmaline who didn't have his ire, could feel the tone change in the air. All the men knew, if they continued down this path, there was going to be violence. Markus hadn't even draw his sword, his murderous glare more than enough. Behind them all, the staff of the shipping house filled the windows to watch nervously.

"So, let me understand this." He said, crossing his arms, speaking as calm as death. "You want to do business with me, and to do that you stole a member of my crew, my woman, and are using her as leverage?"

"Anything to get ahead in the world," The norscan replied, his bravado having waned. He kept Emmaline tight in his grip, fish breath wafting over her head. "You look pirate. I would think you would understand."

Markus snorted, deciding not to explain something this primitive would likely not understand. Halfdan had twice the brains as this one. "Here's what will happen. You put her down, and you will tell me what you're willing to pay. If it beats this establishment, we'll give you the iron as long as you can guarantee the duke will approve.-" Even as he spoke, the Norscan complied and grinned, apparently unconcerned that they could meet those expectations. Emmaline began to make her way over to Markus as the captain drew his sword.

"And I want you." Markus declared, pointing his darksteel sword at the Norscan, who's grin disappeared.

"What?"

"Are you the leader of your company?" He asked, motioning with his head to indicate Emmaline should come stand beside him. As she did so, he wrapped his off-hand around her waist, pulled her close and gave her a thorough kiss.

"No, I'm... the enforcer." The big man replied, narrowing his eyes with suspicion, glancing at his partners to see they were just as confused as he was. "What's it to you, what do you want from me?"

Markus broke the kiss, holding her close as he spoke. "You touched my woman and threatened her life. Either one is grounds for me to kill you, but since you're potentially a new business partner, I'll give you a choice, northman." He remarked. "You can die here, at my sword, or my friend Halfdan can take you to our ship where you'll receive twenty lashes by the Bo'sun. If I were you, I'd take Eckard's whip over my sword, but it's your choice.

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Neil too wondered at the implications at what just happened. Right now, he was likely presumed dead same as this woman, which might actually suit him just fine. At least for awhile. If he was to pop back up in a week, accusing Otto of something, or even just appearing like a ghost it would be quite amusing, and likely beneficial. For a moment his thoughts went to those poor patrolmen that likely were butchered where they stood, their blood spattered over a nice potato salad and delectable horderves. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Right now, he was far too curious on this strange magic woman who was evidently more than she appeared, and at her suggestion he pushed himself off the ground and patted his breeches, vainly trying to shove the dirt and dust off of himself.

"Good idea," He remarked simply, offering a hand to help her to her feet. He pulled her up and helped her find her footing, before adding. "We'll probably get there an hour or two after nightfall, but we'll be close enough to the city to be relatively safe. I even know a way to get in the walls after the gates closed, hell, I'll carry you back, but before we go-"

He pulled her suddenly closer, his hand having never let go of hers, their faces now eye to eye. His dark eyes were brimming with something that was hard to catch. Interest or curiosity, likely. "You're going to tell me who you really are. You're lucky I think you're cute or I would have asked in the cave. Then we'd both be buried."

At that he simply let her go, checking his pockets, belt, and socks to make sure he still had everything on his person and nothing had fallen out in their mad dash, waiting for her to speak.

There's Always a Price: Sci Fi Bounty Hunters

One never got used to the sight.

As the boiling sun lowered in the horizon, casting a reddening light across the expanse of wasteland ground, the city loomed ahead. The light just reaching the cliffs that blocked the gangers and road warriors from entering the Chorapolis that was Neo-Mecca, the Dragonfly passed over easily, plunging into sudden darkness before the city's neon lights burst into view. Refugees called it the 'City of the Full Moon' from how bright it always remained, scholars theorizing it also hearkened back to the Crescent Moon of its Islamic roots centuries ago. From their vantage point, it was hard to tell what was where, many of the buildings reaching the lower atmosphere and some of the fueling spires even cresting the stratosphere. There wasn't a structure in the city that did not reach five hundred meters, many of the shorter buildings filled with the poor and destitute, known as 'skyslums' and made of shoddy and outdated building materials. Those that lived in the taller buildings weren't much better off. The Dragonfly entered a speedway seven hundred and eighty seven meters above the ground, passing huge towerblocks of apartments and shopping complexes where one could purchase anything from imported food to plasma weapons to pleasurable company.

"There," Dirk said, pointing a gloved finger at the floating display. Jocasta subtly moved her hands on the spot and spread them out to zoom in, showcasing one of the spires with towers accompanying it like smaller versions of itself, the tops of the building swirling in curved architecture, reminiscent of ancient palaces on Old Earth, thousands of years ago. "Sector C-34. Passcode is 3968173KIL. Park on the northern end. We'll take the Loftivators up with our baggage into the presidium. Volkavax's Chambers will be up there."

"Anything I should know about him?" She asked as he went to prep the 'cargo.' Luckily they would have skiffs to carry whatever baggage they needed at the landing zone. The northwing was for employees and contractors, with all the proper equipment available. Business associates parked on the east wing, close friends with their yachts and floating villas on the west, and the south was off limits. If Dirk had to guess, it was where the slaves were shipped. But he had never deigned to find out. At her question, Dirk stopped and glanced over his shoulder.

"Yeah, let me do the talking unless he addresses you. And unless you want to be recruited into his troupe of dancing girls, I'd put on some pants."

Illustrious Illustrations by Poo

I find it comes and goes in spurts myself

@Penny

Hey, I'm not complaining. It's good practice!

This isn't working out: Part 3

If a girl began singing a sea shanty on date 1, we can just get married right there.

This isn't working out: Part 3

<Snipped quote by Penny>

My dog. Or dogs in general.

@Bondye

Yeah, I could never date someone who hated Dogs. We don't need to own one, and if they're not someone's thing I can deal with it, but I love dogs, cats, animals in general. If you can stand being around one at all, then there's the door!