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Blades of the Blood Coast

Lorcan feels like a total loss anyway at this point

@Fetzen

Hey, there's a reason this isn't in the tabletop section! If you write something logical but roll poorly, I'll still lean toward the logical aspect :)

Blades of the Blood Coast

Honestly I rolled for everyone to see who would go in without being stopped, but it turned out to be every guy taller than 6 feet. And Faeril.

Blades of the Blood Coast

Now that has thoroughly derailed for me... I hoped that writing 'but it dawned upon him that he'd have to recite it far away from the others' would be enough of a hint that Lorcan would not be so stupid to blast it out in front of everyone right away, but merely think of it or at least wait until he'd be out of immediate acoustic range.

Now see what has happened. He's absolutely screwed now

@Fetzen

Oh, I did not know you meant away from everyone! Just the group. There's be no way he could recite something without being heard by someone since the road was filled with people. But if he was just thinking to himself then I can edit, friend!

Blades of the Blood Coast

The refugees that streamed in were a constant trickle; not the overwhelming tide of desperate survivors, but still very much adding up to a crowd. The city's gates were impressive and thick, despite the apparent lack of recent maintenance. Even on the other side of the city, the smell of the sea was evident in the air, clearing their sinuses and reminding them of the potential possibilities that lay within Varone itself. As it were, they first had to get in the city, and from the looks of the guards pulling people out of the crowd, it might be easier said than done. Judging by Raddek's expression watching the crowd, it was clear he hadn't seen this sort of thing the last time he had come here. Images of his contingent marching to the walls flashed through his mind, being welcomed with open arms by the Grand Duchess, the ambitious woman having some agreement with the Order's Lord Commander. It seemed such a gorgeous city then. The backdrop was granted some manner of a tune as Lorcan burst out into song, and it was hard to gauge just what the group thought of their descriptions as he went. The serfs and travelers passing by stared; some even stopping to watch and listen, though he only received 2 copper commons for his trouble from a wander merchant that seemed well off on his own, chuckling at the performance.

"Let's keep as low of a profile as we can," Raddek said to Emmaline, though he gave Lorcan a sideways glance. "If there's a reason to tell people about it, then sure. But right now, I don't know how it might help anyone."

Reyvadin and Jaina had good points, though before Raddek could step forward he felt Migi slap his rump and talked about going someplace with a roof over their heads. Raddek flushed in surprise, not entirely sure how to take that, but he agreed with her sentiment wholeheartedly. As the big man moved, he spoke to Falfer. "Believe me, this is...or was, the most lavish city in seven hundred miles. But it's seen better days, definitely."

The group began to move, gathering closer together so they weren't swept away by any of the other coalesced groups of victims and wanderers packed together between the gates. With their cloaks, they were able to move closer unmolested, but once there, it was inevitable they were to be seen passing by. With kettle helms to help guard the face from falling arrows and fine mail armor, the guards held billhooks like staves and lifted hoods off of those they thought suspicious. Most of the group moved without fear, but Faeril, Reyvadin, Raddek, and Lorcan were halted, a guardsman with his hand out blocking their entry.

"Hold! Halt strangers. These are dangerous times." He declared, and two of his subordinates removed the hoods from their heads if they had them donned. "If you wish to enter the city, you will give us a gate tax of two silver lordlings for the new High Council. Your friends seem reasonable sorts, and though we see no taint on you, we have little tolerance for any more ruffians. Fork over two lordlings or be cast out!"

The rest of the group within could stay near, just on the other side. Past the milling throng of people, the city of Varone was veritably romantic in design and formidable in structure, as most of the larger buildings were made of fine white stone, as were the bridges that bisected the various lagoons that paralleled the busy streets. The city itself looked vast, but even from a tall man's vantage point, they could get a glimpse of the wharves that rose above the lower built, southern portion of the 'island' they were on. An immaculate palace with only a few noticeable flaws rose into a towering spire at the center to the north west, reaching above the rest of the city like a great tree amongst the bushes, in someone like Lorcan's view.

It seemed only a few of their group were allowed in at the moment, however. Would they pay, or would their comrades help them out? Glancing around, there were a dozen soldiers manning the gates from below, and who knew how many stalking the walls above just waiting to be called to action?

Blades of the Blood Coast

Ok, the last few days have been extra busy. Friday post for sure!

Post a random fact about yourself.

I was conceived in a McDonald's Freezer.

So my biological father is a piece of shit, and when my mom told him that she was pregnant, he threw her into a china cabinet and caused her to miscarry. Mom felt like since he took her baby - he owed her a baby.

My mother - then 17 at the time - decided to poke holes in all of their condoms. They hooked up one last time before she left him, and said time was in the freezer of the McDonalds that she was working at at the time. Found out she was pregnant a month and a half later.

So yeah. I was a revenge McDonalds freezer baby.

@HaleyTheRandom

Also deaf in the left ear due to a skull-fracture (blunt force trauma to back of skull when four). 1st grader punted a toddler like a football, landed badly.

@Foster

Shields of the Empire

Brasidas had no helmet on unlike his guards, but the Protos Kapetanos had donned his cuirass for the meeting just in case. Phaedra did not do anything he wasn't going to do, but seeing her doing it made him realize then and there that they were going to work well together. His two cataphracts reached for their weapons as the envoy's hand hit the sand, staining the ground with his blood. One grabbed a paramerion as the other grabbed their mace. Brasidas reached for his shield and axe, kicking Menelaus forward, the warhorse intuitively moving so its master could get into melee range, kicking and shoving at the other horses with abandon. Brasidas kept his head and upper torso protected with his shield, an arrow punching into it as another bounced off from a glancing shot. His two guards charged forward to join him, fighting for the life of their trusted commander and wading in the ever breaking formation of the envoy's guards, none of the kahreeds expecting to fight much less die this day.

Brasidas felt a cut from a sabre on his leg to his left, the Protos Kapetanos raised his shield and used it to block the view of his swinging axe until the last moment, burying it in the neck of a kahreed mamluk, before bashing another with an open face helm by the butt of his shield, cracking the man's nose. All around them, the combat deteriorated with the cries of the dying and the demoralization of almost a dozen dead Atvari men on the ground, not to mention a few dead horses. Phaedra blocked, parried, and stabbed with the best of them, her and her guardswomen dancing around the kahreed horses with their own mares.

Brasidas swung his axe upwards, splitting the chin of a rider like a melon; blood pouring out to cover the man's mail armor as he toppled out of his horse like so much dead weight.

"Forward!" Brasidas roared to the Imperials, little mercy in his voice.

That was the last straw, and the handful of Imperial soldiers watched as thrice their number tucked tail and called for their steeds to move, retreating from the melee with little thought to dignity or honor. One of Phaedra's escorts drew a slim bow like she was born to the weapon, aiming and firing in one breath. Her arrow struck the neck of a fleeing kahreed, felling the man; the group watching him slide from his saddle to die in the dirt.

Brasidas rode Menelaus up to Phaedra, eyeing her with intensity. Unexpectedly, he grinned widely and held his hand out. "We leave in the morning?"

Tricksters and Theives: A Warhammer RP

Truthfully, he hadn't planned on coming to the island for this specific purpose. As much work as he would pull off, impressing a girl he liked, this happened to be a lucky coincidence for the most part. But as soon as they had made landfall, he remembered just what the island was used for to kick off Black Powder week, and he kept his lip buttoned and focused on the gold. If everything went well, the date would be executed without a hitch. Though he didn't expect the showing to be that loud and dazzling, even privvy to the knowledge they were at ground zero. Neil grabbed his mug of vodka and drained the last of it, leaning back onto the couch as he did so, placing the mug down on the floor and groaning.

"I might have done the leg work on the food but, that gold is from pure teamwork, Em." He grinned, winking. His sat up, close to her. His arm now behind the back of the couch, face near enough to Emmaline to feel the sweet alcoholic scent wafting on him. Behind him, the river looked laden with gold itself. Idly his finger began to play with her golden tresses, trying to keep his lustful thoughts at heel for just a bit longer.

"Plus I don't tend to find girls that will fuck up the establishment even more than I do." He admitted with a chuckle, seeing her eyes on him. "That's the kind of girl that deserves a good time..."

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Phasers and Fortune: A Sci Fi RP (Shu & Poo)

Raddek was just finishing his inspection, checking the integrity of his armor via a small diagnostic from his forearm scanner, coming up at the expect 100%. At full capacity, he could survive in the vacuum of space and getting hit by a gauss rifle, but the lower its integrity, the less protected he would become from both internal and external forces, not that he wasn't tough beneath the armor. No man in Raddek's position could have made it this far with a soft body wrought of comfortable surroundings. He looked up when he heard his new 'partner's' approach, looking at her through his visor.

"Took a lot of work to get all this, yeah," he admitted, strapping it all to him and hefting his 680 Gauss Rifle. He sat casually, not wanting to appear standoffish. Raddek knew how valuable teamwork was, so he didn't want to be cold. "You're one to talk." He said, placing a boot on one of the barrels in front of him. Above the two of them, the clock ran down from the start of the hour, simultaneously showing how many meters they still had to travel through orbit.

She carried herself like a soldier; he had no doubts she knew what she was doing. Granted, he didn't see many women hunters. Be they xenos or human, and he thought he heard in the briefing she was both. He wondered if she could do anything that he wouldn't be capable of, but he supposed if he needed to know, she would have said so by now. He reached his hand out for her to shake, nodding. "Name's Raddek. What gear do you have on you?" He asked, attempting to ascertain their capabilities. "I hope you have something long range on you. I can fill that role a bit, but it's not my area, I admit."

He patted his battle rifle to emphasize. Much of the planet was covered in jungle, so it might not be the biggest problem with a lack of visibility. But it did well to cover all bases. If his intel had been correct, they were landing twenty clicks from an abandoned outpost where they might be able to stock up on supplies, if the last group that went down hadn't ransacked the entirety of it. "By the way, ever done a drop like this?"