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Dogs of War: Old World Mercenaries

Cyrdic crossed his burly arms, prominently displayed even under the wolfskin cloak clinging to his shoulders. He looked over the landscape sternly, as if he had come to judge a fiefdom he had been granted by Karl Franz. In actuality, he was plotting ways to destroy it. He knew there was a catch. Nothing was ever simple as taking an axe to the problem, in a manner of speaking. If burning down the forest was all they needed to do, he wouldn't be so worried.

But it was a start.

The Dwarfs were grinning like halflings at a bakesale. Thor bumped Gunir with his elbow, and their whispering grew louder, as if their private joke was becoming a real conversation. Other than the occasional glances at one another, their eyes were on the forest like it was a target for a quarreled crossbow. "If I had an Irondrake, we could solve it all without so much as a fuss." One boasted.

"Still won't burn as well as grobi flesh, but aye. Ig'd make short work." The other, Gunir, said. "We won't need it though. A few torches, some pitch."

"A couple of good-"

"Passable."

"Aye, passable axes. Though I got me own."

As they spoke, Cyrdic knew he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to help the two. If they were under siege, then he and the Dwarfs would lead a raiding party to slow the advance. Camilla too, of course. But she was more deadly to targets that had a heart to pierce. Cyrdic would ask her to watch their backs, though he knew she would secretly loathe to do it. He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "Let's find the Graf Von Donkeubruk. I need a big woodaxe."

"You neet a big loomp on ze head," she said back playfully, her diminutive fist pushing against his cheek.

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Thank you everyone for joining Oblivion: Wrath of Akatosh! You can now post at your leisure. I'm hoping we can continue by this time next week, but no pressure. Glad to have such wonderful writers on board. :)

@MacabreFox@Cazzer1604@Kassarock@Shu@LadyTabris@darkwolf687

Fire Emblem: The Slumbering Goddess

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Kayden sat settled and comfortable in his usual seat, arms crossed and attentive. Once the other students had filed into their guildroom, he couldn't help but wonder why they were being joined, and what the reason was for their classroom being the place they would congregate to. Whatever it was, it was likely to be aligned with his professor's interests than the Black Eagles as a whole, which meant magic. Kayden was no good at it, or at least he had never really given it much practice, but only a fool didn't pay attention when it came to learning about the art.

Once the session (or what seemed to be a session) was underway, it looked more like a history lesson. A lesson he had already been taught, or at least, in some respects. He had to admit a few of these anecdotes, he had never heard of. He had always thought Johanna's healing of the capital was due to her staff and progressive ideas, not her own power. He didn't quite know what to think of that, or of King Aaron Blaiddyd and his missing arm. He didn't remember that in his lessons at all.

Kayden had been privvy to his Ancestor's legend. Emperor Stefan Hresveig IV was a rolemodel for the young prince, growing up. As he had gotten older and a bit more learned, he had found that in his library, there were very little primary sources at the time. A few secondary accounts, yes, but some of the scholars he trusted didn't give full credit to the account. But if the professors at Garreg Mach believed it, maybe the histories were true? He almost felt like a kid again, getting hit with a wave of nostalgia as he remembered how proud he had been to have been related to such a hero.

“I can't believe...” He muttered, having to drag his mind back to the present and grasp the concept that they were making Crests the topic of the lesson. Kayden had known about his crest for a number of years, but he wasn't very talented or skilled at using it, or not using it which would take equal skill. He knew he could sway people with words, and there were times when he could feel a flow in the conversation and he rode off that, but he had never been properly tutored in the use of crests. Honestly, he sometimes felt guilty if the crest worked without him wishing it to. It was almost dishonest.

Kayden decided he didn't have any question, at least for the moment. If they began to put training underway, he would gladly be inquisitive, but as for now, he decided to wait and see what he could gleam from the other students. He glanced at his teammates, and thought to himself that he truly hoped they weren't going to travel anytime soon. The 'injury' comment made him think they might go for a training expedition for a few days. He was still on cloud nine for having Kalliope agree to spar with him this coming weekend, and he wouldn't miss that even if it meant he didn't master his crest.

Bad priorities, but he wasn't perfect.

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Grim Galaxy: Shots and Chances

It was strange, realizing you were being drugged. Dragged into an unfitful sleep, seeing your girlfriend power through it for just a moment before she too hit the ground. It wasn't restful to Neil, his mind moving even while he was limp and unconscious. He didn't know if he could dream during that time, but he felt like he had been thinking of something. Vaguely he began to feel a pain in his wrists and the weight of gravity, before a cold bucket of water was thrown onto him, shocking his senses and flinging him back into reality. Neil snorted, some of the water having shot up his nose.

"Blghah!" He coughed, hacking out some phleghm before he could speak.

"Wake up, heathen. Time for your confession." A voice said. Neil blinked, blearily recognizing the speaker as one of the younger men that had been accompanying Brother Gerome. He looked left and right and saw Junebug nor Taya were anywhere to be seen. The room could accommodate them due to its size. They were in a large but fairly run down and dank chamber. Neil recognized it as some sort of area in the colony ship, likely underground due to the lack of light. Other than a few sconces alight with flickering flames, the expanse of the room was shrouded in darkness.

"Where are we?"

"I'm asking the questions, pagan." The cultist assured him. "Now, w-"

"You're not going to turn me into a baby, are you?"

The fellow's face twisted in confusion. He began to speak, but uneasily through what was obviously a scripted speech. "If we deem you worthy, you may perform for us as a slave for a time of seven years. After your penitence is done and you are trustworthy, you may take a wife and own a piece of land..."

"I have a wife, or very near to one." Neil explained. He didn't like this dude, but he felt sorry for him. Some brainwashed child at the edge of the galaxy. Even if their take on whatever deity was real, he doubted they were doing whatever he, she, or it wanted by imprisoning him and doing what-the-fuck-ever to his friends. "She's cooler than everyone here. Now, are you going to let me go or is this something you're going to commit to? Think carefully..."

"Interrupt me one more time, and you will receive the lash." The jailor threatened, stepping forward and indicating the notched whip at his belt.

Neil was already halfway done with his shackles, unbeknownst to his captor. He'd let him talk for another half a minute before he strode out of there. But finding Sayeeda would be another matter.

Corsairs of Fortune: A Sword & Sorcery RP

Rayth Garek

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The interviews wore on, and out of the two or three dozen candidates, a handful were chosen beside Rayth and Akilah. The two commented and joked as the weak were weeded out, enjoying their breakfast and flirting without inhibition until an hour or two before lunchtime. The Captain, who they found out went by the name 'Harkon Graves' seemed satisfied with the selection. Other patrons went in and out, one happy man coming in and saying hi to every waiter and waitress by name and merely talking to them for a bit before leaving again. By Lunchtime, Rayth and Akilah were served again and given their space. But they made the lunch quick, this time. Rayth had suggested they go out and see the town one last time before they headed off on the morrow.

"I've got a decent amount of spending money, and say what you will about Kypertus, but a lot of wealth and trade flows through here. We might find something worth our while." He said with a wink.
"Plus, I know the spots to look. But that's only if you'd like to go look around. We can think of it as a date, if you want. The last two days seem to have been, anyway."

He plucked the last crab rangoon into his mouth, watching her expectantly.

"We'll be back before the night is done. I'm a bastard but I'm a punctual bastard." he added, to stave off any worries she might have.

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@Cazzer1604@Kassarock Both are accepted, move them over! Just keep in mind the dreams have been happening for a few weeks so if they were in Kvatch when it started, they've stayed there for a bit.

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@Kassarock@Cazzer1604 I'll review both your sheets this weekend!

Charlie Henshaw's Treasure

Maybe...

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Hey there, is this still open?

Saw a deadline for the 12th Jan but also saw approvals being made after then.

Was looking for more Elder Scrolls RPs cropping up just before the holidays, haven't scouted for one since then until now! I'll be gutted if I missed this one.

If yes, could you outline which deities are still open for championing, and I can get creating ASAP.

@Cazzer1604

Yep! We're open and ready. The players should be posting within the next week, so if you want to be involved in the beginning action, go ahead and make your sheet. We have room for Mara and Zenithar, atm.