Psyker Landshark

Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

Look, there's enough of you here from last time that you already know what my sheet is.

Galar Gym Leader Roleplay!

Me here

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

Gonna try to get a post up after I get home from night classes, sorry for the delay.

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

Will also try to post within a day or two. Whoever sets the scene will probably make it a lot easier for everyone else to congregate, but also I suck ass at setting the scene.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Vyandar Urthac

Unexpected. The Nuniel soldier's spirit had been far more helpful than anticipated. Vyandar had half been expecting it to spit at him and refuse to answer. Though his lack of any insignia related to Coris or Latis likely helped. He released the spirit from having to answer two more questions, dispelling his Speak With Dead spell as he began to think to himself.

This was obviously some sort of spy or scout unit, but it was the first part of his questioning that had Vyandar intrigued. Six-legged giant bugs? Were those native to Coris, or was something else going on here? The dragonborn knelt down as he considered this, ripping the insignia off the dead man's body and tucking it into a belt pouch. If nothing else, Aurelian might have some knowledge of this, being the only obvious man of Nuniel in their party.

Vyandar stood back up, holy symbol still in hand as he started to channel another divine spell. He cast a Sending spell, directed at Kyra. Twenty-five words sent instantaneously to her mind, with her being able to answer in kind.

Encountered a Nuniel scout camp. Corpses. They were killed by six-legged giant insects, apparently. Regroup on you or return to Coris?

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@Richard Horthy

Damn, that's rough. No worries, it's understandable.

Also, is the second message a general order or just given out to our characters?

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

@Richard Horthy

It's been a minute, everything good bro?

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Dragan Meszaros

The blood went some way towards restoring a measure of Dragan's strength, but he was still far from what he judged to be an acceptable level of competence. Of course, he supposed this was still preferable to suffering true death, but his current weakness rankled nonetheless.

As they reached the bridge, Dragan found himself tempted by the large skeleton on the side of the road. Oh, how those bones would make for a magnificent minion. But alas, he already knew that he lacked the power to raise such a skeleton for now. Even with the mosquito blood restoring a measure of his power, it would still leave him to drained to fight properly should he somehow manage to reanimate it. So for now, Dragan turned away from the bones, frowning beneath his helmet.

Said frown only grew as he beheld the obstacle in their way, as well as Ilena's proposed method for circumventing it. While he supposed he could simply descend the bridge from the stairs and go along the bottom before climbing up with blood magic-granted agility, that was also a waste of time when their mission was to arrive at the Cathedral as soon as they could. So with great reluctance, Dragan nodded his assent to Ilena.

"In my current state, I suppose I've no choice but to accept. You've my apologies for inconveniencing you so."

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

@LetMeDoStuff

I've come to make an announcement: the Republic's a bitch-ass motherfucker. It pissed on my fucking wife. That's right. It took its fucking dick out and it pissed on my fucking wife, and it said its dick was THIS BIG, and I said that's disgusting. So I'm making a callout post on my Twitter.com. Republic, you got a small dick. It's the size of this walnut except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my dong looks like. That's right, baby. Tall points, no quills, no pillows, look at that, it looks like two balls and a bong. It fucked my wife, so guess what, I'm gonna fuck the earth. That's right, this is what you get! My SUPER LASER PISS. Except I'm not gonna piss on the earth. I'm gonna go higher. I'm pissing on the MOOOON. How do you like that, OBAMA? I PISSED ON THE MOON, YOU IDIOT! You have twenty-three hours before the piss DROPLETS hit the fucking earth, now get out of my fucking sight before I piss on you too.

Star Wars -- Winter of the Confederacy

Looking at the sheets, I think it's pretty funny no one picked ex-Republic/reformist.