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If things had been going well, this wouldn't have been WH40K ^_^
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If things had been going well, this wouldn't have been WH40K ^_^
When in doubt, post! :D
I think my favourite tropes that I love using are Genious Ditz, Amazonian Beauty, and a degree of Super Toughness to survive heavy slapstick comedy scenes :P
I am TERRIBLE at describing faces, which is why I usually don't write much about them :(
Well, procreation rituals are quite common among organic entities, so I don't really see it as such a big deal if two characters get over-eager and embark on some steamy action ^^
Whether people want to Roleplay a celibate Paladin or a lewd, half naked barbarian, I'm okay with it; as long as they write well and cay stay in character.
As for me, I'll react like my character in that RP would, whether that be berating them for their sinful behavior, or asking if I could join, whichever would be the most fitting for the character :D
Whether people want to Roleplay a celibate Paladin or a lewd, half naked barbarian, I'm okay with it; as long as they write well and cay stay in character.
As for me, I'll react like my character in that RP would, whether that be berating them for their sinful behavior, or asking if I could join, whichever would be the most fitting for the character :D
so, is this like real life wrestling or like fantasy, where you can make all sorts of crazy wrestlers(wizards, dragons, giants, aliens etc)? :O
Looks like Stukov will be walking into a bomb vest going off, lucky him!
You're in the Inquisition after all ^^
sometimes you walk into the dramatic send-off of a crazed suicide-bomber, and sometimes you show up to the display of clearly-dangerous warp artifacts trying to influence your mind :D
"Thanks, I'm fine." Adrianne would reply, dusting off her armor as she rose to her feet and looked at Zhevon.
Between her protective helmet, armor and refractor field; not to mention Zhevon placing himself in front of the explosion to shield her; Adrianne had barely been affected by the blast. The only noticeable effect had been the residual shockwave which had shaken her insides somewhat, but its effects were already passing.
"Inquisitor, you shouldn't have... " Adrianne began, looking at Zhevon who had placed himself in between her and the bomb, as if she was unsure what to say.
"I mean, if we were to lose you, it would,- "
"Want to run Boss by what you found, Smiles?"
Stukov's suddenly comment would interrupt whatever train of thought Adrianne had going, completely throwing her words out of balance. Looking back at Stukov, Adrianne choose to leave whatever words of concern she had for the Inquisitor, and instead raised her left hand which she had hanging at her side.
"You look weathered, Stukov. I'm sorry for leaving on such a short notice. But, in the building... "
Turning now to Zhevon, Adrianne held the medallion she had found in the building up to the Inquisitor. The moment her fingers passed the eye, it immediately started twitching again; rapidly glancing in every direction for a moment before setting itself in an intense gaze towards Zhevon. As the snake eye of the medallion focused on the Inquisitor, it was as if the very thing was looking straight through him, not stopping at his mere flesh or armor, but gazing down at something inside of him. Adrianne could feel a slight pull in the medallion, almost as if it was suddenly gravitating towards Zhevon on its own ever so subtly.
" ... we found this."
As the haunting eye continued to stare at Zhevon, he could feel a strange aura beginning to elapse around him. It was as if his body began acting outside his brain's influence, as a sudden spike in excitement occurred within him; his heart rate increasing, and a fluster of emotions that had previously been cold and suppressed began to now flow freely! The longer he watched the medallion, and it watched him in turn, the less despicable the eldritch artifact seemed in his mind. Indeed, it eventually began to radiate a sense of comfort and security, as a growing sense of attraction for the medallion slowly built up within the Inquisitor.
Indeed, anyone else standing close enough would feel a similar sensation to Zhevon as Adrianne held the medallion up in view.
"It is steeped in warp power." Adrianne finally said, suddenly closing her hand around the medallion. The moment her fingers covered the eye and blocked its sight from Zhevon, he could immediately feel a sharp, emotional sting in his chest; as if someone had unjustly just denied him something precious!
"The eye on the medallion is the eye of the daemon chained inside of it, potentially granting its wielder a psychic vision of the world, stripping away the mundane materialism of our perception to leave nothing but the naked souls of the actors. Its strong connection to the warp will increase the psychic might of any who might hold it."
Simply holding the medallion for a moment, it was as if Adrianne's gaze slipped into the empty air in front of her for a moment, merely gazing straight past Zhevon. Yet, after a few seconds, she would suddenly turn her head again, to hold the medallion towards Zhevon in a closed grip.
"Do you wish to hold it?"
Between her protective helmet, armor and refractor field; not to mention Zhevon placing himself in front of the explosion to shield her; Adrianne had barely been affected by the blast. The only noticeable effect had been the residual shockwave which had shaken her insides somewhat, but its effects were already passing.
"Inquisitor, you shouldn't have... " Adrianne began, looking at Zhevon who had placed himself in between her and the bomb, as if she was unsure what to say.
"I mean, if we were to lose you, it would,- "
"Want to run Boss by what you found, Smiles?"
Stukov's suddenly comment would interrupt whatever train of thought Adrianne had going, completely throwing her words out of balance. Looking back at Stukov, Adrianne choose to leave whatever words of concern she had for the Inquisitor, and instead raised her left hand which she had hanging at her side.
"You look weathered, Stukov. I'm sorry for leaving on such a short notice. But, in the building... "
Turning now to Zhevon, Adrianne held the medallion she had found in the building up to the Inquisitor. The moment her fingers passed the eye, it immediately started twitching again; rapidly glancing in every direction for a moment before setting itself in an intense gaze towards Zhevon. As the snake eye of the medallion focused on the Inquisitor, it was as if the very thing was looking straight through him, not stopping at his mere flesh or armor, but gazing down at something inside of him. Adrianne could feel a slight pull in the medallion, almost as if it was suddenly gravitating towards Zhevon on its own ever so subtly.
" ... we found this."
As the haunting eye continued to stare at Zhevon, he could feel a strange aura beginning to elapse around him. It was as if his body began acting outside his brain's influence, as a sudden spike in excitement occurred within him; his heart rate increasing, and a fluster of emotions that had previously been cold and suppressed began to now flow freely! The longer he watched the medallion, and it watched him in turn, the less despicable the eldritch artifact seemed in his mind. Indeed, it eventually began to radiate a sense of comfort and security, as a growing sense of attraction for the medallion slowly built up within the Inquisitor.
Indeed, anyone else standing close enough would feel a similar sensation to Zhevon as Adrianne held the medallion up in view.
"It is steeped in warp power." Adrianne finally said, suddenly closing her hand around the medallion. The moment her fingers covered the eye and blocked its sight from Zhevon, he could immediately feel a sharp, emotional sting in his chest; as if someone had unjustly just denied him something precious!
"The eye on the medallion is the eye of the daemon chained inside of it, potentially granting its wielder a psychic vision of the world, stripping away the mundane materialism of our perception to leave nothing but the naked souls of the actors. Its strong connection to the warp will increase the psychic might of any who might hold it."
Simply holding the medallion for a moment, it was as if Adrianne's gaze slipped into the empty air in front of her for a moment, merely gazing straight past Zhevon. Yet, after a few seconds, she would suddenly turn her head again, to hold the medallion towards Zhevon in a closed grip.
"Do you wish to hold it?"
"NO WAY!" Aleena exclaimed defiantly at Thea's plea, holding the sword protectively within her own arms as if afraid the older human would suddenly snap at her and try to steal it! This action, however, did little to impress Thea, nor absolve Damon's ire directed at her.
"Awww, Ali is just very sensitive about her trophies. They mean a lot to her! You should have seen her collection back home!" Lithrielle would mumble as she hung around Aleena, now suddenly turned to peer past her object of affection and towards Thea with a love drunk smile.
"Maybe, if you were to give her something in return, something she could hang on her wall instead! A trade!"
...
"Hmmm... " On the other side of the room, Serphia was looking down at Liaena whom was nodding enthusiastically at the deal, and then over to Rithrynn who was currently busy watching the standoff between Aleena and Lithrielle versus Thea and Daemon.
"Very well, I'll trust your word."
Rithrynn, who had been looking the other way, suddenly twitched with one ear as she turned around to look at Liaena and Serphia, noticing the atmosphere of agreement between the, on the one hand; very short, and on the other; very large woman.
"Uh, they're a little busy here. Maybe we should find another room?" Rithrynn proposed, tossing a quick glance towards the standoff currently going on in the room.
"Indeed, I wouldn't want to disturb them." Serphia said with an amused smirk as she gazed over to Thea and Aleena, all the while twiddling the stolen tweezers in one hand. As Rithrynn walked out the room, Serphia would give Liaena a slight shove in the back with her palm before they walked out, seemingly unnoticed by the two other arguing pairs in the room. Walking out into the cold stone corridor, they would quickly turn around once more, to enter the room next door to their previous chamber.
Once they were inside, Serphia would close the door behind them, before walking into the center of the room when she would suddenly stop. Turning around, she would hold the tweezers up to Liaena and Rithrynn.
"Let's begin, shall we?" Serphia spoke, eyeing the two. Rithrynn, realizing that Liaena was too short to reach it, would step forward and grab the tweezers from the Captain's hand, nodding quietly and avoiding eye contact.
With a smirk, Serphia would turn around and strut across the room and over to a solitary bed. The large Night Elf warrior would move herself onto the clearly undersized human bed, which was usually used by small priestesses and apprentices whom could not hold as much as a candle to neither Serphia's height nor proportions! As the bed creaked dangerously below her, Serphia would move down on all four, resting on her knees and elbows; her face low, back arched, and ass held high!
"I'm waiting... " Serphia would then say while swaying her wide butt, a dangerous tone filling her voice!
"Oh, right; we'll get to it, mistress!" Rithrynn said as she looked at her Captain's big butt, which in their view consisted of two well trained thighs running up into two fat, bubbly buttocks; the only cloth being a simple, dark silk loincloth hanging down between said buttocks; seemingly threatened to be devoured by them at any moment!
Pausing, Rithrynn would suddenly turn and hand Liaena the tweezers.
"Eh, you do it!" She'd whisper to Liaena, gently pushing her towards Serphia's rear.
"He's your boyfriend, after all!"
*
Back in the chamber, Lithrielle would now be leaning on Aleena who in turn would be glaring down at Thea.
"Awww, I saw some really cool, big book back up in the great hall with some ornate frame, and a lot of other cool artifacts in the surrounding rooms. Why not give one of them to Ali, and I'm sure she'd be happy to give you the blade." Lithrielle would speak with a very cheerful tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere between a very suspicious Aleena and annoyed Thea.
"Hrmm... if it was a good one." Aleena would mutter while still hugging the runeblade close to her chest.
"And I do believe you when you say there's no health benefits to keeping that sword." Lithrielle would speak, this time to Thea whom she cast a lovable smile while hanging from Aleena, before motioning towards the rotting, severed head of the Death Knight hanging at Aleena's hip.
"The previous owner is a testament to that!"
"Awww, Ali is just very sensitive about her trophies. They mean a lot to her! You should have seen her collection back home!" Lithrielle would mumble as she hung around Aleena, now suddenly turned to peer past her object of affection and towards Thea with a love drunk smile.
"Maybe, if you were to give her something in return, something she could hang on her wall instead! A trade!"
...
"Hmmm... " On the other side of the room, Serphia was looking down at Liaena whom was nodding enthusiastically at the deal, and then over to Rithrynn who was currently busy watching the standoff between Aleena and Lithrielle versus Thea and Daemon.
"Very well, I'll trust your word."
Rithrynn, who had been looking the other way, suddenly twitched with one ear as she turned around to look at Liaena and Serphia, noticing the atmosphere of agreement between the, on the one hand; very short, and on the other; very large woman.
"Uh, they're a little busy here. Maybe we should find another room?" Rithrynn proposed, tossing a quick glance towards the standoff currently going on in the room.
"Indeed, I wouldn't want to disturb them." Serphia said with an amused smirk as she gazed over to Thea and Aleena, all the while twiddling the stolen tweezers in one hand. As Rithrynn walked out the room, Serphia would give Liaena a slight shove in the back with her palm before they walked out, seemingly unnoticed by the two other arguing pairs in the room. Walking out into the cold stone corridor, they would quickly turn around once more, to enter the room next door to their previous chamber.
Once they were inside, Serphia would close the door behind them, before walking into the center of the room when she would suddenly stop. Turning around, she would hold the tweezers up to Liaena and Rithrynn.
"Let's begin, shall we?" Serphia spoke, eyeing the two. Rithrynn, realizing that Liaena was too short to reach it, would step forward and grab the tweezers from the Captain's hand, nodding quietly and avoiding eye contact.
With a smirk, Serphia would turn around and strut across the room and over to a solitary bed. The large Night Elf warrior would move herself onto the clearly undersized human bed, which was usually used by small priestesses and apprentices whom could not hold as much as a candle to neither Serphia's height nor proportions! As the bed creaked dangerously below her, Serphia would move down on all four, resting on her knees and elbows; her face low, back arched, and ass held high!
"I'm waiting... " Serphia would then say while swaying her wide butt, a dangerous tone filling her voice!
"Oh, right; we'll get to it, mistress!" Rithrynn said as she looked at her Captain's big butt, which in their view consisted of two well trained thighs running up into two fat, bubbly buttocks; the only cloth being a simple, dark silk loincloth hanging down between said buttocks; seemingly threatened to be devoured by them at any moment!
Pausing, Rithrynn would suddenly turn and hand Liaena the tweezers.
"Eh, you do it!" She'd whisper to Liaena, gently pushing her towards Serphia's rear.
"He's your boyfriend, after all!"
*
Back in the chamber, Lithrielle would now be leaning on Aleena who in turn would be glaring down at Thea.
"Awww, I saw some really cool, big book back up in the great hall with some ornate frame, and a lot of other cool artifacts in the surrounding rooms. Why not give one of them to Ali, and I'm sure she'd be happy to give you the blade." Lithrielle would speak with a very cheerful tone, trying to lighten the atmosphere between a very suspicious Aleena and annoyed Thea.
"Hrmm... if it was a good one." Aleena would mutter while still hugging the runeblade close to her chest.
"And I do believe you when you say there's no health benefits to keeping that sword." Lithrielle would speak, this time to Thea whom she cast a lovable smile while hanging from Aleena, before motioning towards the rotting, severed head of the Death Knight hanging at Aleena's hip.
"The previous owner is a testament to that!"
666 posts @Rithy!
Anyway, please let me get a post up before I fall behind! I will get one posted as soon as I wake up. I won't keep any of you waiting long, I promise.
i feel bad for breaking that number :(
Ohhhh, and F.I.Y. folks
if anyone tries to search the assassin, they will quickly discover that he has a remote controlled suicide vest hidden under his arbite vestments, consisting of an assortment of mining explosives, frag grenades and a krak bomb :D
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