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In the Court of the High Queen

@Major Sharpe

Was thinking about haveing him be the son of a chiefton whos clan swore a blood oath to the king and to protect the crown for a promise of trade or peace maybe

In the Court of the High Queen

@Major Sharpe

Had an idea about haveing the character be a shaman from the forest mountains tribe area. Location known for very good warriors/mercenary and jewles/rare metals.

In the Court of the High Queen

this looks fun ill throw in an app in the next few days

The Walking Dead: Belgium

that took longer than I thought it would

The Walking Dead: Belgium

Lucas Stromberg

Currently feeling content and ready for some fun.

The alley was small and tight, at one end was a tall fence at the other was a gate that looked nearly 8 feet high. Thick bars with four large hinges bolted into the brick buildings, and only a few doors leading into the cramped space. The French woman had already clambered through to the alley, her movements suggested military or police training, “watch her she will turn the others against you.” A strange voice echoed in his head, “they are already against me” he spoke aloud gripping his ax and synching up the straps on his pack while he waited.

The rest of the group followed suit, one at a time getting their things and getting out of the building and past the tall man. He stayed there waiting for them, looking past those that came through the broken door, it was a bottleneck. Right where he stood he could take down quite a few of the risen that followed and that was exactly his plan, let the others see that he was useful. After all, even if this group doesn’t exactly like him doesn’t mean that his chances of survival are greater with them. The only reason why they stayed honestly.

His attention was pulled from the door way for a moment as the Japanese girl spoke up, something about calling him death and asking for him to help the others over, “a little busy right now love” he spoke with a mock British accent. He found that sometimes it helped to lighten the mood, although he was almost certain that it would go unappreciated by this lot. He was telling the truth though, right behind the last person out that didn’t freeze and try to hide from the dead left the building. This gave him the opportunity to cut down the two risen that had followed them out.

He found it a bit odd at how others reacted to the skill and precision with how he swung his ax, after all it was heavy and unwieldy in the hands of the untrained. The ax itself was built for forced entry through doors, walls, and roofs. If used correctly it could also be used for leverage breaking locks and chains. He had noticed the chain on the gate but if he had broken it, the dead behind them would not stop their slow march toward them.

He held his own for some time, giving the others time to get over the fence with a smile on his face. With a laugh and a swing he finished off the last one he could, with more piling in to the building and flowing toward him. He couldn’t do this forever, and with the last girl making her way over the fence, Lucas finally decided it was enough and made a break for the fence. The other larger man with the jewelry spoke up saying something about how they were all pussy's for being unable to catch their fall. “Don’t worry King Arthur for I am a paramedic and can help those who become injured, I shall be your white mage” another strange reference from the strange man, yet it would seem he liked to come up with nicknames for the others in the group.

The girl that he couldn’t understand was still at the top of the fence when he got to it, she seemed unsure or unwilling to get off the fence and onto the other side. Lucas couldn’t wait and instead used his ax to help pull himself up and over the fence, the swarm was closing in and soon there would be no way out for any of them. The tall Norwegian’s focus was shifted momentarily from the fence to the others on the other side, the street was crowded, but they found something, a manhole cover or storm drain. A city like this would likely have well-built and maintained canals seeing as how this place was built on a swamp or at least from what he could remember anyway, or was that Amsterdam.

The momentary lapse in concentration made him forget about the other girl on the fence, she fell at a bad angle from him shaking the gate, “awesome another patient, let’s hope you last longer than the other guy.” She seemed reluctant and tried to cling to the other guy that was trying to help her up. “I won’t hear any if, ands, or buts young lady, now let’s get you out of here.” Even with the dire situation they found themselves in and the constant yelling and fighting, Lucas couldn’t help but smile and laugh, “ahh, now this is what I live for.” He forcefully pulled the girl up and put her arm over one shoulder while bending down to put his other shoulder towards her hip and lifted her over his shoulder.

With an ax in one hand and an injured survivor over his shoulders he moved quickly toward the manhole, taking advantage of the opening in the crowd the others created. He didn’t waste much time setting the girl down next to the hole and pushing her down feet first, one would think it cruel, but he knew he didn’t have the luxury of empathy at the moment. The girl screamed and landed with a splash, still screaming Lucas didn’t waste any time and quickly made his way down the hole as well.

Knee deep water had cushioned the woman’s fall enough to prevent further injury, but she was still screaming, “don’t worry you won’t drown” he spoke as he looked around and into the dark tunnels, "you could always hold her under. It would be quick and the others would never know" the voice was toying with him now, "quiet you." He allowed his night vision to kick in while peering down the tunnels, sounds of rushing water and seldom drops hitting the water below was all he could hear, other than the screaming of the girl and the others top side. “Clear” he called out while starting to pick the now sobbing girl up and over his shoulder again in the classic fireman’s carry.

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

do not be alarmed I got permission t move her

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Victor Henson

Friday Night >>> Central Point

Victor had been too concerned with trying to figure out why she would suddenly pass out to notice Joseph at first or what he was saying, but his best guess was simply that it could be a persisting condition. His thoughts were interrupted by something Joseph had said. The tall man glared at the cardboard clad man, “don’t call me Vic, where not that close.” It was true, Victor didn’t like being called Vic by people he hardly knew. There was a reason for this, a reason he quickly pushed out of his head.

The arrival of the rather tall woman he noticed earlier threw him off for a moment as he gave her a questioning look before seeing the badge, he moved out of her way but continued to kneel down close to Olivia’s head, “Joseph if she starts to have a seizure let go of her and back up.” His attention was brought back to the lengthy girl who held out a small note pad with a few things written down. He didn’t answer her right away, instead he glanced at her neck but couldn’t see any signs of physical damage.

It was Victor’s job to judge and assess people and his surroundings, a skill that was picked up and ingrained in him over his years of military service. It was a good asset to have in his current job as well, but this girl before him although showing physical scarring on her face in a strange arrangement didn’t have those same signs around her neck. This concluded his theory of why she couldn’t speak even in an emergency being, “Trauma” he whispered. Suddenly his eyes seemed to focus back on what the girl had written.

And with only minor hesitation, “Err no, no alcohol, I’m not sure about allergies or illnesses, and she seemed fine up until just a moment ago. Said she wanted to sit down before trailing off and falling, at least she didn’t hit her head.” The bearded man looked to the tall girl and smiled before looking around at the small group surrounding them, “oi! You all need to disperse some, you’re blocking the way to a fire exit.” Honestly he couldn’t care less that they were blocking anything, but he really didn’t like looky Lou’s. He also didn’t realize that when he sat up and waved the crowd off he momentarily exposed the black grip of his pistol on his right hip to those closest to him.

The crowd didn’t seem to move too much, he did hear someone in the crowd mention something about 911 as the paramedics showed up with a gurney. One of them was carrying a heart monitor and hooked it up while the other pulled him away to check her vitals again. The two easily moved the small girl onto the cart and only stayed to talk to Victor as he told them what happened and a few other witnesses, before getting ready to leave, “Joseph, grab her things and go with her. I do think she would appreciate it, just let her know I had some work things to take care of in the morning.” Truth be told, he wasn’t lying he did have a few work things to do, but he could always do them later. However, the man simply didn’t like hospitals, and she had his number anyway, so he didn’t see too much harm in it. Turning his attention back to the Tall Blonde he smiled, “thank you, it is very appreciated.” A small sentiment from one awkward giant to another as he watched the paramedics leave with her, momentarily having a small thought of where that kid went off to to get help.

@Rabidporcupine@Poi@Almalthia@Furiosa

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

im back from my weekend so ill have a post up once I catch up on a few things.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Trevor "Shadow" Stevens

The last few days had been busy for the Fort Stevens crew, mopping up the last of the raiders and getting the solar panels to Arlington really seemed to make the last bits of suspensions leave the local rumors. The engineers were even able to expand the walls of Arlington, improve irrigation pipes for some of their farms, as well as train some of the town’s people with basic hand-to-hand and weapon skills.

Everything seemed peaceful for the most part, Jane was recovering well enough, Hector seemed to be holding up alright but never seemed to be around much, and Maisy was taking on her new role in stride. For now everything seemed to be doing alright and for the most part the expedition was going well enough, a few expected casualties but plenty of new friends. Our next stop should be Maisy’s family ranch, truth be told she hadn’t spoken to Trevor much about her old place. He figured she was getting stressed out about it and simply didn’t want to talk about it.

For now, we go to Trevor who is currently instructing a portion of the local lady’s and some kids on self-defense and basic combative drills with his squad. This was a class he volunteered to put on for the towns folk who wanted to join, for many it was optional but for the best fighters in town, whether they were male or female, it was mandatory. The mixed martial arts and military combative class was being held in a dirt patch just outside the main wall of Arlington, fenced in with a few roving patrols nearby so security was not an issue.

For the last few days he was instructing one person personally while his squad went over the basics with the rest of the group. He knew he wouldn’t be here forever, that’s why he was training this strong Burnett named Alex and going over a few military combative training manuals for her to go over with the others. There was talk that Hector might be staying behind to command a small garrison here at Arlington while he worked out his personal issues, but Trevor couldn’t rely on rumors. Alex was strong, and fast, and brave. But she had an easy temper and had an awful habit of being clumsy when she was angry.

For the most part she seemed able to accept criticism and showed great interest in being a combat instructor, her ability to absorb and replicate the subject material was also very useful. Trevor liked her, in time if she got her own issues down she would make a fine soldier. But that thought was pushed aside, as there was still a lot of training to do in the short amount of time before they left again.

They were nearing their lunch break when Trevor found himself pacing through the small crowed while they practiced punches and learning how to fall and roll. Now and then he would correct someone who was doing it wrong or show them the proper way to do one thing or another. Something outside the fence did catch his eye for a moment, someone he didn’t recognize wearing suspenders, the person was tall and slim but from this angle he couldn’t quite make out their gender. The tall figure also was leading a couple of dogs who were pulling a red cart behind them, “Trader perhaps” he thought as he turned and continued watching his men conduct the combat training.

@RumikoOhara@Poi@Yahrlan

Sol City [Modern Slice of Life] . (CHAPTER ONE COMPLETED!) . ARCHIVED

Victor Henson

Friday Night >>> Central Point

“Cuban?” what an odd description, this man didn’t seem like the racist type but one could never really tell sometimes. Victor smiled at Joseph when Olivia offered for him to join them, “You should come with us, tell us what inspired that unique suit of yours.” He wasn’t trying to be mean even if it might have come off that way. He was never all that good at social interactions some times.

The man didn’t realize it, not at first anyway. Olivia seemed distant trailing off with her ever softening words, until finally she fell. He wasn’t fast enough to catch her, even though he tried. He was looking forward making sure their path was still clear when she mentioned sitting down and by the time he looked down at her she was already falling. The tall man didn’t hesitate his instincts kicked in, and he was at her side checking her pulse, and monitoring her breathing. Victor didn’t have any idea what could bring on this issue, she didn’t drink anything before this, but he didn’t see her eat that much either. The medical possibilities raced through his head as he stared at the unconscious girl.

A rather young and spunky looking girl said she would try to find help and left without him getting a word in, some other bystanders had stopped to look or watch even offer assistance. Victor simply told them to give them some room while he dialed the emergency line on his cell phone, “This is dispatch what’s your emergency” a monotone female voice came over the phone while he continued to monitor the girl, “I need paramedics to the north-eastern entrance to the Central point ball area for a Female, early twenties, that passed out and fell.” He relayed the information to the girl on the other end of the phone, he could hear her typing in information on a keyboard.

“The female did not hit her head, she is unresponsive with a slow heart rate and slow and deep breaths. No seizure and no alcohol or drug consumption” The dispatcher continued to type before speaking again, “can I get your name sir?” Victor continued to watch over Olivia while he spoke again, “my name is Victor Henson.” The dispatcher chimed in one more time, “Alright sir, Paramedics are on their way and should be there shortly.” A sigh escaped the man, “Thank you, I’ll call you back if her condition changes” he hung up his phone and continued to watch her.

@Rabidporcupine@Poi