Voltus_Ventus

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

No! The Ventian Palade will be the international currency! VP 1.0000

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

No, like a standard. For example GDP is measured in dollars.

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

Guys, could we gave an international currency, sorta like the dollar to us?

Volty's One on One Thing! (Casual Dude)

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Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

When he heard that the fight was over, Vis sighed and leaned back on the stone wall he used for cover. But as he did he whinced, he had forgotten about the laceration to his back, looking around to see if the healer was available, he found that she was tending to the more serious wounds of the paladin. Deciding that he'd try to fix himself up, Vis undid his armor and let his white skin breath, after having been locked up in the leather armor and sweating.  Reaching behind him, Vis traced the length of the wound with his finger, biting his tongue as he did to not yelp in pain. After guesstimating the length of the laceration, he pulled a needle and spool of thread from his bag and went to work choosing the correct length and threading the eye of the needle. Using his left hand to pinch one end of the wound shut, he reached back with his right and started to slowly sew the wound shut, whincing each time the needle passed in and out of his skin. Once he was done, he cleaned the wound out with water and re-approached the group, his white shirt flung over the shoulder that wasn't injured, "are we all good?" he asked no one in particular.

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

As the spearman was knocked down, Vis took the opportunity to rid himself the swordsman with the shield. Planting his back against the boulder, Vis named to get his feet between him and the shield, he powered his legs forwards and sent the Hobgiblin stumbling backward, pulling out his rapier and corkscrewing his way from another blow with the shield.  "Ga sher Dogh," yelled the Hobgoblin as he discarded his shield, "Batlh wik Gdersh!" The goblin charged him and Vis returned the favor, charging back but not blindly like his opponent. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the fistful of ash he had collected from the camp fire and as the goblin got close enough, he threw it at the creature's face. It was blinded and had started to swing his sword wildly, approaching low, Vis sliced his rapier along the knee of the goblin but he came to close to the goblins backswing and was hit in the back by it's sword, leaving a jagged wound along his back and shoulderblade. Quickly regaining balance he turned on the spot and thrust his sword outwards, embedding it in the goblin, in the space between his helmet and armor. As he turned from his latest kill, he froze, a spear was being lunged towards his face and was inches away, but suddenly it was pulled back ferociously and the spearman was writhing in pain on the floor, the smell of smoldering coming off him. Tracing from where the projectile might have come, he saw Nyshara, giving her a small nod, he went for cover. **GOBLIN TRANSLATION: One eared fool, you will be defeated!**

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

How about a bard ranger, he can pluck the strings of his lute for music and use it as a bow in the middle of a fight, perfect!

The Dawn of Tomorrow's World(A Dieselpunk Nation Roleplay)

Present Day, Verveaux, Ventian Capital The Tsar unsealed the letter and cast the envelope a side, it was from the Ereatians and he was hoping the message would bode  good news. His eyes flicked across the lines of the telegram wnd the corners of his lips curled up further and further he got into the letter, until he was grinning. Slapping the letter onto the round office table on which he had the meeting with his children, Voltus reached for the receiver of his telephone and dialed a number, turning the wheel a few times before he was connected to the registery. "how may I help you your highness?" a voice said from the other end, it was a woman's voice, sounding muted and distant because of the phone. "connect me to palace management please, Gloria." he replied quickly. The sound of a click was followed by that of the call connecting, the receiver on the other was picked up but before the person on the other end could greet the Tsar he blurted out, "have a sacrifice ready in the garden, I'm coming down."  He slammed the receiver back into the phone and made his way to the exit of the room, riding the elevator all the way down. The midday sun was high in the sky and the large garden that overlooked the city was cast in glorious light. Voltus strolled through it, walking past the blue flowers to the corner of the garden where the sacrifices took place, verything was already laid out, the knife was sharpened and the ram was watered, all he had to do was kill it. The staff brought the ram down to it's side and held it there, pinning it down so it couldn't move, picking up the knife Voltus approached the animal and knelt infront of it, reaching forward he placed the knife onto the lump in it's throat and pushed down. The blade slipped into the beast with ease, all the way to the bone, discarding the knife he grabbed it by the horns and pulled the head backwards, snapping the neck and letting the blood drain. The Tsar disembarked the train that took him to Verveaux Air Base, infront of him, stood in squares of 1000 were 5000 troops, each one of them armed and armored and ready to board the awaiting mega-carriers to Colongo. Shunking off his coat and passing it to the nearest junior officer, Voltus was already wearing the uniform the rest of the troops were wearing. Desert Camouflage clothing and black ALICE packs. Walking to the nearest crate of surplus helmets and rifles, the monarch put on the head gear and picked up a semi-auto, making his way to the front of the force, he simply raised the rifle horizontally above his head and the crowd  roared in approval, 'let's do this.' he told himself in his mind as he turned around and marched into the Carrier Zepplin. As he entered, officers started to whistle and troops started to load up, they were heading to Colongo, all of them were and so was their sovereign. Telegram to: The Ereatian Empire  I will be personally overseeing the deployment and management of the Ventian expeditionary  forces in Colongo for the foreseeable future. If this meeting that you are  proposing is to take place it would have to be in Colongo, I am not willing to leave at such short notice, as this is an important milestone for the Ventain Armed Forces and I wish to personally over see it. If you are, however, willing to come to Colongo for negotiations will have them in over watch. And if you are not sure what overwatch is, it will be the massive zeppelin that will manage operations. H.I.M., S.C., Tsar Voltus Ventus

Forgotten Realms: The Viscount's Crusade

"Thit!" Vis yelped as another bolt whizzed past his face this one much closer then the last. Ducking behind the cart, Vis groped into the cart for a ranged weapon but came out with nothing, instead he grabbed the nearest object and pulled it out, it was a long wailing harpoon. "whath the fuck am I going thoo do with thith?!" he groaned, peering to the side of the cart a spear narrowly flew past his head. Ducking back for a moment he readied himself, bolting out Vis made a beeline for the closest piece of cover, however from the other side of the boulder he heard the wicked cackling of a hobgoblin. Sterling himself he twisted his way around to the other side of the rock and stabbed the polearm outwards. The goblin, who was a sword wielder, gurgled in pain and thrashed for a few moment before going limp, his body flopping over the shaft of the harpoon; twisting and ripping out the jagged tip, Vis found himself sprayed in the creatures vital fluids as it fell backwards, covered in green gunk he swung around,searching for the next hobgoblin to impale.

Volty's One on One Thing! (Casual Dude)

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