Years ago there was a space fleet RP that never got off the ground.
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STATUS: Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are? 5 yrs ago
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Alright, Inkarnate. You win the game of RP flex's, how does it feel? Do you feel like the hero you are?
5 yrs ago
I also bow down to you, Vox. You're still here and that's what counts!
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5 yrs ago
I bow down to you, Altered Tundra. Keep on keeping on, you legend!
5 yrs ago
I'm fighting my procrastination to try and keep my daily posts at 1.51 instead of 1.50. I didn't realise it'd be this much of a battle!
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5 yrs ago
Retail is just a cancer of the soul
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@Eviledd1984 Nah leave it, was a plan that didn't work. Haha see if someone will come up with a plan b.
That's a hell of a gamble. I think Tulvar and Flavia might be good at hurling a few insults back but if that's all we've got we're in a bit of trouble
We'll have to try something different than zazars plan, they're not really affected by fire. Haha
Abort, abort!
Kevej returned from his excursion, having discussed with Captain Thorne that he would be absent for a good chunk of the morning while he finalised a commodity goods delivery. The Verren worker driving the forklift didn't stop to chat, dropping off the several crates, taking a signature and going. Kevej guessed that worked for him, he'd wasted enough time already.
"Reporting for duty, captain!" Kevej gave a quick salute before moving to store some of the frozen goods he had purchased. "I spent the last day purchasing enough luxuries to make it feel like shore-leave will last for months." he hefted a fairly large crate with 'ice cream' written on the side. He started tapping the other crates with his foot as he listed their contents "I've got ice-cream, exotic spices, tinned fruits, frozen rich-meats. Someone was doing a deal on 'human-style-pasta' whatever that means, so I bought loads of that. Rich sauces, oh, and a couple of new board games. You know Marcan? He also recommended some books for you captain, so I picked them up."
He tapped the last of the crates and paused, "And... Uhhh... Certainly not strong spirits. Probably." He gave an exaggerated wink to Teg, making sure the Captian saw as well. He couldn't stand the stuff himself, but it was always worth keeping some booze in stock if you didn't know how long you'd be flying, it saves a lot of stress with the crew-members who'd become reliant on the substance. He moved into the ship and deposited the ice-cream. Cookie, perhaps reading the side of the box, started rubbing his ankle. "Not now, Cooks," Kevej sighed, more than a little relieved he didn't step on the damned cat. He moved back outside.
And with that the Nakan fell in line; lifting, shifting and sifting. Overhearing conversation about their new passenger he decided to add his own insight. "Judges are scary, but necessary, and nothing gets past them. He probably already knows we're a less than legal operation. Thankfully," he paused and grunted to push a particularly heavy crate into a higher place, "Judges know how to prioritise. He'll dislike us, sure, but if he's got his eyes set on a mission he'll let us be." Well that was the hope anyways.
"Reporting for duty, captain!" Kevej gave a quick salute before moving to store some of the frozen goods he had purchased. "I spent the last day purchasing enough luxuries to make it feel like shore-leave will last for months." he hefted a fairly large crate with 'ice cream' written on the side. He started tapping the other crates with his foot as he listed their contents "I've got ice-cream, exotic spices, tinned fruits, frozen rich-meats. Someone was doing a deal on 'human-style-pasta' whatever that means, so I bought loads of that. Rich sauces, oh, and a couple of new board games. You know Marcan? He also recommended some books for you captain, so I picked them up."
He tapped the last of the crates and paused, "And... Uhhh... Certainly not strong spirits. Probably." He gave an exaggerated wink to Teg, making sure the Captian saw as well. He couldn't stand the stuff himself, but it was always worth keeping some booze in stock if you didn't know how long you'd be flying, it saves a lot of stress with the crew-members who'd become reliant on the substance. He moved into the ship and deposited the ice-cream. Cookie, perhaps reading the side of the box, started rubbing his ankle. "Not now, Cooks," Kevej sighed, more than a little relieved he didn't step on the damned cat. He moved back outside.
And with that the Nakan fell in line; lifting, shifting and sifting. Overhearing conversation about their new passenger he decided to add his own insight. "Judges are scary, but necessary, and nothing gets past them. He probably already knows we're a less than legal operation. Thankfully," he paused and grunted to push a particularly heavy crate into a higher place, "Judges know how to prioritise. He'll dislike us, sure, but if he's got his eyes set on a mission he'll let us be." Well that was the hope anyways.
Are you excited to have your face compared to the goblins we're maiming?
I wanna get off this wild ride
Gurl you ain't stealing my man.
I don't see your name on him!
It was incredible how Flavia's voice and whistle carried over the fight. Experience, I guess Clanette thought to herself inbetween jarring blows and strikes. It didn't feel right to retreat and give up the ground she and Tulvar had made now, but her Nordic ally tugging her back by the robe was enough to convince her.
She allowed him to guide her back, spending the last of her magicka reserves to keep her ward maintained and to the front protecting them both from any stray missiles, spells or strikes. "These damned archers!" she said back to Tulvar as another arrow pinged off her spell. Someone would need to deal with them, somehow. At least being in formation would help in that regard. She was pulled back through a line of summoned skeletons, something that irked the Vigilant inside her but she knew better than to mention it now.
Finally back amongst her comrades Clanette fell into the back-line, dropping her satchel and removing a selection of potions, proceeding to gulp down phials of health, magicka and stamina. As the various brews settled in her stomach she felt warmth return to her skin, the sign ironflesh had worn off. "It's all well and good staying here but we're gunna get picked off one by one with those archers, anybody got any ideas how to take them out?" piped up Adrian, but Clanette had no ideas.
She cried above the clamour before she spent any more magicka on herself; "Does anyone need any healing?" She couldn't see any immediate broken bones or gaping wounds but it was always worth asking
She allowed him to guide her back, spending the last of her magicka reserves to keep her ward maintained and to the front protecting them both from any stray missiles, spells or strikes. "These damned archers!" she said back to Tulvar as another arrow pinged off her spell. Someone would need to deal with them, somehow. At least being in formation would help in that regard. She was pulled back through a line of summoned skeletons, something that irked the Vigilant inside her but she knew better than to mention it now.
Finally back amongst her comrades Clanette fell into the back-line, dropping her satchel and removing a selection of potions, proceeding to gulp down phials of health, magicka and stamina. As the various brews settled in her stomach she felt warmth return to her skin, the sign ironflesh had worn off. "It's all well and good staying here but we're gunna get picked off one by one with those archers, anybody got any ideas how to take them out?" piped up Adrian, but Clanette had no ideas.
She cried above the clamour before she spent any more magicka on herself; "Does anyone need any healing?" She couldn't see any immediate broken bones or gaping wounds but it was always worth asking
"Well, there are no stories about goblins worth telling, I guess.”
@Loo Tenant I see Flavia brought her "listen up dumbasses!" whistle to the fight
Now we just need her Full Metal Jacket style training and we'll be good to go!
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