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Here's a plot I can get behind.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

@TemplarKnight07@Argetlam350
In my post, I'm assuming Carlo has met and/or worked with your characters on other occasions. At the least, he knows of them; enough to know they don't see eye-to eye.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

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I am trying to avoid elves so I'd like to use something more akin to vine stalkers.

@Bluefish123

Forest spirit faction go! Ents meet Sylvaneth dryads meet spriggans meet vine stalkers. Power to the wood people! Bomb your local parking lot and hail Cernunnos!

Beware fire.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

“Won't you stay a while longer?” a soft voice beckoned. Carlo turned around to plant his lips on the forehead of his companion, then resumed dressing himself.
“I'm afraid I can't, lady.”
“You've been gone for months and have to leave not a day after you've arrived. What's a woman to do?” she whined, although one side of her lips was curled into a grin. That same half-grin had seen Carlo cave to her before, something about that face igniting his deepest urges.

Lauretta was a fine lover. Carlo would not admit it to himself, but he admired her passion; sometimes, she was so wild that it was hard to tell if they were lovemaking or brawling. Perhaps it was her mannish build that kept up with him. Although attractive, Lauretta was clearly not of the same stock as the typical noblewoman. She was solid, with a striking, aquiline face and a strength that could rival his own.
But she could never be a wife. Carlo was only a son of a craftsman, an ex-soldier, and now a Hunter. No, it could never be. In any case, he knew he was not the only one that visited Lauretta. Her station required knowledge of the gossip of the courts, the affairs of the Rossovian aristocracy. The bed was one ticket to keeping well-informed.

“If I dally, they will either come looking or leave without me. Both would be embarrassing.”
“Would it be more embarrassing than you in bed last night?” Lauretta giggled. Carlo sucked in a breath and looked away. She'd gotten the better of him, and he knew it.
“Alright, I understand,” she said at last. She rolled over, pale breasts slipping out from under the bedsheets.
“But if you could spare more than one night every six months-”
“I'll make an effort to visit you whenever I can. You know that.” He kissed her again, and after a final few words of goodbyes, grabbed his belongings and left.

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“Lethodus! Is that you?” Carlo waved to the Hunter over the crowd of revelers. It'd been too long since he last saw Lethodus, a man he deemed a competent and honest Hunter. On closer inspection, Balthier was with him. Fitting that they should be the first two to wait together.
Lethodus, Baltier,” Carlo nodded to his companions after squeezing his way through the throng. “It's been some time, hasn't it?”

Black Cinders [High Casual]

As I work on an intro for Carlo, what might be your character's opinions/relations regarding him? He's been a Hunter for a number of years. I also suspect he's very familiar with the city, being a native Revossian and all.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

Got a post up in response to the Vermintide. Sorry it's short; I wanted to write more, but I'm shot.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

Benas shook his head. There was hardly enough room for them all inside the walls, and the line stretched far beyond the gates. Benas watched from his window as they trod the road to the city. They carried what belongings they could from their homes, some guiding carts drawn by braying oxen. They looked like one, writhing snake in the drab colors of peasant's clothing. With so many refugees close together, disease would run rampant through Krychnov. And with the Vermintide on the Commonwealth's border, it would play right into the ratmens' hands.
Earlier that morning, a lone scout had made a beeline for Krychnov, and sputtered the news of a massive vermin host amassing in the north between panicked breaths. The rest of the north seemed eager to follow suit, abandoning their villages and seeking shelter within the closest city. Already, Benas had dispatched men to relay Krychov's plight to the south. He just hoped that help could arrive in time.

"My lord," a voice said from the doorway, and Benas turned to regard his steward.
"Ignas. Krychnov's walls will strain to keep them all inside. The city wasn't built to accommodate the entire countryside."
"What are we to do? It will be impossible to feed every mouth, and if we are besieged, then our food stores will not last a week."
"The rest will have to make camp outside or make for Prostějov. Tell the Guard to cut them off. It's for their own safety as much as ours."
"Yes, my lord. And what of our defenses?"
Benas sighed. He'd played the vermintide's attack on the city hundreds of times in his head now, and it always ended in disaster. What was one city to do against the force of a horde?
"We can only pray word reaches the capital before the vermin decide to attack. I won't sugarcoat it, Ignas. The survival of Krychnov hinges on time."
The steward's head sagged for a few seconds, before it bobbed back up, and there was a light his eye. "What of the dwarves? They are not so far. A threat to the Commonwealth is also a threat to Thundrim Kadrin."
Benas regarded the thin man, fingers prodding at his beard. "Very well. It can't hurt to try, not when we are this desperate. Send a courier to King Bagrick. Hell, send one to Yore as well. The Empire won't suffer an incursion on its doorstep. We'll take what help we can." His quill danced on parchment, and he handed them to Ignas when he'd finished.
"As you wish, lord." The steward turned with haste and disappeared.

Benas leaned back in his chair, wiping a hand down his face. His eyes drifted to the suit of black three-quarter armor at the far side of the room and lingered there. He would have to don it very soon, and possibly for the last time.

Black Cinders [High Casual]

@BurningColdThat's how they used to be written at the beginning and in the middle of sentences. Although @Argetlam350's font style doesn't seem to care where the letter is, and puts them at the end too.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

@TemplarKnight07
Oshit, ratmen!

I'll have a response up soon and we can get to talking about how the Vermintide invasion will go down.

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