If lightning maiden wont post soon, I guess its just Rost and Mason for that mission.
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Can someone please lower Life's difficulty setting?
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Pizza is a main course, but is also a pie. Therefore, I can eat pizza as my meal and have another pizza as my dessert.
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When I need a left sock, there is none. When I don't need one, there is a surplus. I think the world is toying with me.
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Sunny days are meant to be spent in a dark room surfing the net and watching series in netflix.
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Eating a stick of butter is not as fun as it sounds to be.
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Bio
I am Searat
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
Half sea, Half rat, All Aqueous Rodent.
My role playing career is something i consider as a hobby of some sort but as to how long i have been role playing, I would say that i have three to four years under my belt. (Though most of the times I was role playing, they were nothing as serious as this and were more of a means to relieve stress with my friends or test out ideas that came to mind with them.)
As for my preferences to genres of role play, I would have no biases nor specific preferences to any genre and would be able to adapt to the genre as best I can when placed into it.
Some of my hobbies consist of: playing games, surfing the web, walking, bowling, darts, and cooking. I sometimes write and draw things but not as much to consider it to be a serious hobby.
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The young man scrounges through whatever the decrepit and dusty lobby of the subway station had to offer to him. Moving slightly further away from the main group to search for something large enough object to cover him from the acidic rain but also not encumber him significantly. Doing his best to avoid stepping on the skeletal remains of the new yorker commuters that littered the area out of respect and soon he found what he needed to create his protection from the rain. Venturing a little further into the unexplored areas of the lobby, Emil discovered what remained of a series wooden desks crushed under a single large support beam that he assumed fell off due to the bombs falling, age, or a combination of the two. Approaching the cluster of ruined desks closely, he discovers that one of larger desks had drawer box a drawer box big enough for him to hide under.
He was about to set down his pack and get his tool roll out and modify his improvised rain cover when he heard a gunshot emanate from the surface. "Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he visibly flinched at the unexpected sound and nearly dropping his pack. Without a second thought, he re secured his back pack on him and rushed to where the others had went. Assuming the worst, he sprinted faster than a bat out of hell; the combined weight of the wooden desk box, backpack, and equipment barely hindering his speed. Halfway up the stairs, he was expecting the sounds of weapons firing, screams of both man and monster, and general sounds of the chaos of combat produced...but the only sounds he heard were the sound of the acid rain and the sounds of his boots striking the tiles on his every footfall. In under 7 seconds, the young man had covered a distance of 50 meters over difficult terrain and was up along with the rest of the mercenary group. Seeing the lack of giant flying abominations and his companions still alive and breathing, Emil was thoroughly confused as to why was there a gunshot if they were still safe.
Rather upset that he was worried for nothing, he asks with an irate tone of his voice. "Who's the FUCKING genius who thought it was a brilliant idea to fire a gun while those flying deathclaws might still be hunting in the area?" His eyes aimed skyward as if waiting for the winged beasts to return as one of their companions had just rung the metaphorical dinner bell. He scanned as best as he could underneath the cover of the large wooden drawer box but no buzzing, wing flaps, nor thunderous clicking filled his ears. It was then he noticed that the rest of the group was not focused on the skies or him but rather on the group of three individuals that had approached in his absence. He could easily assume that they were brotherhood, or at the very least brotherhood affiliated, as the patterns and insignias were similar to the ones Khalia and Jeremiah had on their power armor. Unsure what to do about it, Emil simply kept quiet underneath his rain cover and hoped to God that the slight hissing he heard was from the acid rain hitting the wood rather than some godforsaken giant mutant snake thing hidden from sight.
He was about to set down his pack and get his tool roll out and modify his improvised rain cover when he heard a gunshot emanate from the surface. "Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he visibly flinched at the unexpected sound and nearly dropping his pack. Without a second thought, he re secured his back pack on him and rushed to where the others had went. Assuming the worst, he sprinted faster than a bat out of hell; the combined weight of the wooden desk box, backpack, and equipment barely hindering his speed. Halfway up the stairs, he was expecting the sounds of weapons firing, screams of both man and monster, and general sounds of the chaos of combat produced...but the only sounds he heard were the sound of the acid rain and the sounds of his boots striking the tiles on his every footfall. In under 7 seconds, the young man had covered a distance of 50 meters over difficult terrain and was up along with the rest of the mercenary group. Seeing the lack of giant flying abominations and his companions still alive and breathing, Emil was thoroughly confused as to why was there a gunshot if they were still safe.
Rather upset that he was worried for nothing, he asks with an irate tone of his voice. "Who's the FUCKING genius who thought it was a brilliant idea to fire a gun while those flying deathclaws might still be hunting in the area?" His eyes aimed skyward as if waiting for the winged beasts to return as one of their companions had just rung the metaphorical dinner bell. He scanned as best as he could underneath the cover of the large wooden drawer box but no buzzing, wing flaps, nor thunderous clicking filled his ears. It was then he noticed that the rest of the group was not focused on the skies or him but rather on the group of three individuals that had approached in his absence. He could easily assume that they were brotherhood, or at the very least brotherhood affiliated, as the patterns and insignias were similar to the ones Khalia and Jeremiah had on their power armor. Unsure what to do about it, Emil simply kept quiet underneath his rain cover and hoped to God that the slight hissing he heard was from the acid rain hitting the wood rather than some godforsaken giant mutant snake thing hidden from sight.
I suppose so.
@rush99999
I mean scrounging from the village itself. Who knows, maybe the ruins hold some spare supplies and maybe even some magic items for us?
I mean scrounging from the village itself. Who knows, maybe the ruins hold some spare supplies and maybe even some magic items for us?
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Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)
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Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Exaggerating would be an understatement to the description of the settlement, even the smallest of towns in his home world of Iothea shines brightly in comparison to the settlement. Though Karl was not here to judge the state of the settlements in the planet, he was here to keep his lord from danger. May it be xeno or heretic, those who would endanger his lord will have a taste of his steel or the fury of his lasgun. His lord was speaking with a man from the Adeptus Mechanicus, strange folk that slightly unnerved Karl. He knew their devotion to the Emperor was undeniably stalwart...but how could he fully trust a man who was mostly machine? Though if his lord would trust the magos, he too shall see the man as someone worthy of his trust.
Sadly he could not say the same for the rest of those gathering around the shuttle. These men and women were servants of the Emperor, though he wouldn't be surprised if they would rob a man for a hand-full of Imperial Credits. They lacked the honor and dignity that he and his lord had. Laying a gloved had atop the pommel of his long sword, Karl quietly scanned the group. He observed and inspected for even the slightest amount of aggression aimed towards his lord and his company. A gleam of a sharpened knife. The dark colors of a gun. A clenched fist. Even a scowl.
If they were so brazen to do so, Karl would make sure that it would be the last mistake of their lives.
Sadly he could not say the same for the rest of those gathering around the shuttle. These men and women were servants of the Emperor, though he wouldn't be surprised if they would rob a man for a hand-full of Imperial Credits. They lacked the honor and dignity that he and his lord had. Laying a gloved had atop the pommel of his long sword, Karl quietly scanned the group. He observed and inspected for even the slightest amount of aggression aimed towards his lord and his company. A gleam of a sharpened knife. The dark colors of a gun. A clenched fist. Even a scowl.
If they were so brazen to do so, Karl would make sure that it would be the last mistake of their lives.
@Riaxh
We can scrounge some supplies and maybe even some equipment if we want to.
We can scrounge some supplies and maybe even some equipment if we want to.
Nice!
The sounds of battle raged on from the surrounding area near the bonfire. Though there were distinct commands and orders he could discern with his beast like hearing. "SKEWER!" a feminine voice roared, slightly startling Ed. 'Christ...they're already here.' He thought to himself before hearing a more familiar voice roar out: "SUBMIT. OR. DIE!!!!" It was Jason's voice, no mistake about it. Ed was about to peek out of the hole to see where Jason was when he noticed Asteria looking at something.
He tries to look at what she was looking at and saw the pixie, Oberon he thought his name was, fly over the foxhole before retrieving some crystals and flying back. “Hey, Ed, let’s go help Oberon. The enemies are apparently too preoccupied killing off our allies to worry about their home-base.” He herd her whispers to him before nudging her mother to communicate something to her before climbing out of the fox hole. Not wanting to be left behind nor let his companion fight alone, he follows after her. He was unsure if Asteria's mother was following their lead, but he hopes she does.
It did not take long for them to reach where Oberon and Jason were. There were only three goblins but the sight of the brawny goblin sent a twinge of fear through his whole body and could feel himself take a half-step back. 'Focus, Ed! Focus!' He mentally berated himself as he tried to drown that twinge with desire to keep living, determination to help his comrades, and the small bout of courage he felt when he heard Jason's [War Cry I]. Sticking to the shadows and letting the camouflage to do its job, he stalked and eyed the goblin trio. One was bloodied and scared, another was the brawny goblin that was probably the leader, and finally there was a female goblin.
He could see, on what he could assume to be, Asteria's silhouette approaching the wounded torch bearer and opted to target the female goblin. As he saw the silhouette getting ready to dash towards the torch bearer, he too set his plan into action. Sneaking quickly from shadow to shadow, he moves into a more optimal flanking position and springs his part of the ambush. With his body's natural agility and speed, he quickly aims for the Achilles tendon on the female goblin's leg with both his teeth and claws; intending to cripple her ability to move and rob her the option for escape when they realize they were outnumbered. If the sneak attack were to succeed, he would disengage and return to the shadows.
He tries to look at what she was looking at and saw the pixie, Oberon he thought his name was, fly over the foxhole before retrieving some crystals and flying back. “Hey, Ed, let’s go help Oberon. The enemies are apparently too preoccupied killing off our allies to worry about their home-base.” He herd her whispers to him before nudging her mother to communicate something to her before climbing out of the fox hole. Not wanting to be left behind nor let his companion fight alone, he follows after her. He was unsure if Asteria's mother was following their lead, but he hopes she does.
It did not take long for them to reach where Oberon and Jason were. There were only three goblins but the sight of the brawny goblin sent a twinge of fear through his whole body and could feel himself take a half-step back. 'Focus, Ed! Focus!' He mentally berated himself as he tried to drown that twinge with desire to keep living, determination to help his comrades, and the small bout of courage he felt when he heard Jason's [War Cry I]. Sticking to the shadows and letting the camouflage to do its job, he stalked and eyed the goblin trio. One was bloodied and scared, another was the brawny goblin that was probably the leader, and finally there was a female goblin.
He could see, on what he could assume to be, Asteria's silhouette approaching the wounded torch bearer and opted to target the female goblin. As he saw the silhouette getting ready to dash towards the torch bearer, he too set his plan into action. Sneaking quickly from shadow to shadow, he moves into a more optimal flanking position and springs his part of the ambush. With his body's natural agility and speed, he quickly aims for the Achilles tendon on the female goblin's leg with both his teeth and claws; intending to cripple her ability to move and rob her the option for escape when they realize they were outnumbered. If the sneak attack were to succeed, he would disengage and return to the shadows.
@Lucius Cypher
Ethan was taken aback from the easily hostile gesture of the axe wielding man. He had been nothing but a cooperative and amicable individual even before setting foot in the village, this was an outrage. Ethan regains his composure and then stands tall in front of this man. A stern look reciprocated the man's narrowed eyes as Ethan towered over the man by half a head. Ethan had a fire behind his eyes but his voice remained calm none the less, though his words lacked any semblance of the warmth nor friendliness. "It is rare for me to feel frustration...but you sir; you wound me." Ethan pauses slightly to let the man process his uttered words before speaking again. "Have I not been on my best behavior? Have I done something, that I am completely unaware of, to disrespect you and gain your ire?" He asks the man rhetorical questions. "Because, I simply cannot comprehend this rude and outright unjust hostility aimed against my person."
Ethan's focus then shifted to a man no older than he was approaching with a group of men surrounding him. This seemed to be the chief the man had spoken about. Patting himself down to remove traces of dust or dirt from his clothes to make himself look slightly more presentable as well as giving him time to level his head again. After doing so, he offers the slightly older man a tip of a hat and an introduction. "Good eve, ser. I am Ethan Bradford, a courier working for Sips in Frontier town, and I graciously accept your apology. I do understand the fear for the bandits but the unjust hostility is simply mind-boggling." Ethan lets out an exasperated sigh. "My business here is to pick up the goods ordered by Sips. If you could help me do that, Ill be on the boat heading to Frontier Town and out before the first star makes an appearance."
Ethan was taken aback from the easily hostile gesture of the axe wielding man. He had been nothing but a cooperative and amicable individual even before setting foot in the village, this was an outrage. Ethan regains his composure and then stands tall in front of this man. A stern look reciprocated the man's narrowed eyes as Ethan towered over the man by half a head. Ethan had a fire behind his eyes but his voice remained calm none the less, though his words lacked any semblance of the warmth nor friendliness. "It is rare for me to feel frustration...but you sir; you wound me." Ethan pauses slightly to let the man process his uttered words before speaking again. "Have I not been on my best behavior? Have I done something, that I am completely unaware of, to disrespect you and gain your ire?" He asks the man rhetorical questions. "Because, I simply cannot comprehend this rude and outright unjust hostility aimed against my person."
Ethan's focus then shifted to a man no older than he was approaching with a group of men surrounding him. This seemed to be the chief the man had spoken about. Patting himself down to remove traces of dust or dirt from his clothes to make himself look slightly more presentable as well as giving him time to level his head again. After doing so, he offers the slightly older man a tip of a hat and an introduction. "Good eve, ser. I am Ethan Bradford, a courier working for Sips in Frontier town, and I graciously accept your apology. I do understand the fear for the bandits but the unjust hostility is simply mind-boggling." Ethan lets out an exasperated sigh. "My business here is to pick up the goods ordered by Sips. If you could help me do that, Ill be on the boat heading to Frontier Town and out before the first star makes an appearance."
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