Warrior in the Shadows

Russia in Crimea

I know people are all freaking out about Russian troops in Crimea, but Russia actually has a 25,000 troop limit in Crimea.
Here it is

Open-World Ship RP

I think I like Piracy as well as something like an escort service, where we escort vessels into dangerous areas of the galaxy.

A Vampire Hunting RP

I would defs love to kill me some vamps. Getting sick of all this RPs about "good" vampires.
I'm in!

Open-World Ship RP

Yeah, I'm digging this..

Survival RP Idea

I'm so in.

Anyone up for a generic city RP?

I would be up for this.

Space Pirate RP? or not?

AdvancedJ3lly said
Well, in the time it took me to type this, go do something else for a little, then actually hit "submit post", I got beat. :(

Haha, sorry man. Better luck next round.

Space Pirate RP? or not?

I would defs like to join this.

Kalamadea said
Do you really, really think that the Browning M2, to use your example, would really continue being used centuries, or even decades, from now when it's barely used today?

It's not barely used today, it's used a lot. It's just not an individual weapon. It's a crew served weapon.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Hugh drew his cleaver falchion, a very mean and crude looking style of sword, and slipped his round shield(built as a mix of wooden and metal parts that appeared to have taken a beating in its years). He gave a horrifying war cry as he charged forward, no doubt a habit from years gone by. He ran like a bear, nothing able to stand in his way. He was getting cut every which way by the foliage, but his pain tolerance had become very high over the years and this was comparatively nothing to the things he had experienced.

He came crashing into the open, dragging tangled sticks and assorted greenery, stuck in his hair, beard, and clothes. Coming to a halt, he gave another barbaric and unsettling war cry before targeting the leading highwayman. His eyes locked on, filled with the battle rage that had been bred into him from childhood. He was aging, but he still was a warrior.

Hugh began running towards the highwayman, weapon ready. He brought the falchion up into the air as he came closer to the lead man. The falchion suddenly made a quick decline towards its prey.

Promise of Riches - Tranditional Fantasy Adventure

Hugh was beginning to find this Auredhel to be a good and experienced man. His respect had certainly grown for the elf sorcerer. However, luck was not with them, as the pompous scoundrel known as Khoran had just caused a little bit of a hic-up in the plan thought up by Auredhel, by forwarding the plan himself. "Well, fuck." Hugh muttered. He had a feeling when he first met Khoran that he wouldn't like him, and that was turning more into reality as they progressed.

This all meant one thing, and that was to proceed with the plan. Maybe it would favor them a little more to have the scoundrel in front when the possibility of getting attacked was imminent. Regardless, now a comrade was in need of assistance, and Hugh would surely come to the man's aid, as Hugh would hope this man would do the same for him in future scenarios. This might have all be completely fine, anyways, and the scoundrel could simply pass by and Hugh and the rest of the group would simply sneak around.

Hugh was rather sick of spilling blood, but would kill in an instant if necessary. Otherwise, he would simply disarm a man and let him live. At the moment, he needed to get into a position where he could knock a man out of at least disarm him and give him cause to retreat. He continued to creep into the woods to get the drop on these people, if he so needed to.