Andreyich

Warhammer 40,000: Indomitable Spirit

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Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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Fabios raised an eyebrow as Heda clarified the distinction between human and Vrykul. Wasn't the plan that they give out as little information of their past - now the present's future - as possible? "Aye, and they'd do well to remember the tale of the Drust." Fabios muttered in annoyance. Beyond that he kept his silence, waiting for Cenarius to be gone until he spoke to Heda once more.

He cracked his neck as he looked to the sky in contemplation, humming a hymn under his breath. After a few stanzas he stopped, giving his thoughts to the Vrykul. "Well, at least we can say that travelling through time is possible, eh? I was always taught it would be unlikely for such to be possible, for alternating events of the past in even the most minute way would make the scenario under which you went back in time an impossibility, and thus all your actions would be annulled." The Knight paused to smooth out his hair, cursing under his breath as a paler one came out between his fingers. "Then there are two other alternatives. The first is that we were supposed to be here, our travel here cyclical as we set in motion the very events that brought us here by being here. The other, quite absurd, is that anything works because magics and the forces that be in this universe don't make any sense."

Fabios laughed a little, walking over to the flowers. "In that situation, I don't think going to the dragons will make a difference too large. But, I will listen to what you have to say, how will we reach these dragons?" Fabios queried, trying to put his finger tips past the border of the flowers.

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Didnt Ryder White get scratched a lot without turning? Or the people who fought butchers

Warcraft: War of the Ancients [Recruiting]

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Fabios Odyssean

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Location: Cenarius Glade

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An eyebrow was raised at the laughter of the massive goatman, but the Paladin didn't bother commenting too much on it. Once Heda had a few bites of a chicken leg he likewise took one, though not bearing the same enthusiasm for his consumption. He scoffed as Cenarius inquired about the source of magic, with an amused roll of the shoulders. "Well, Lord, I don't think that's too surprising what with me not being an elf. Not me to tell a leaf-lover what to believe in but I'll stay away from that business if I can. No offence intended and all that.

He turned his head as Heda chastised him for his attitude, and leaned in to reciprocate a whisper. "You do realize folk like that can hear you? Even a normal elf would probably catch a word or two what with the knife ears, this one's thousands of years old with a lot of power. Anyway, I defend the world same as him and never ask for any respect."

Fabios considered what Cenarius said afterwards, and much like Heda felt a lot of surprised. He did not know nearly as much history as other folk of the world but he knew for certain that something wasn't quite right with the places and times the guardian was referring to. As Heda told him to not speak with names of locations, a gut feeling he didn't like came upon the Knight.

The Paladin was charismatic even if he said so himself, but he wasn't quite ready for how to respond. For now, he decided to switch to Thalassian when speaking to Cenarius so at least he would have some excuse for not properly being able to articulate things. "You do not have a word for the likes of me, or the powers I use, I believe." He said, his speech in the tongue of Night Elves imperfect in accent but of proper syntax. "Human, we are called in our language." he said while pointing to himself and Heda. As Fabios spoke, he couldn't help get the feeling that, if indeed they had gone to the past, then the fact his speech might be a more modern version of the elven language would stand out like a sore thumb. He could only hope that thanks to their longevity the knife ears didn't change it too much over time.

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

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A snore. "God damn Sarge and his god damn...." Another snore. "Fucking VA and their penny pinching cunts..." Still, despite his somnolent ramblings Don was actually sleeping quite well. He only had pleasant memories surfacing to make his dreams but this was more a curse than a blessing for once the old man awoke, he would only find his situation far worse by contrast. For many hours the old man stayed on the bench staying neatly near an escalator where security would be unlikely to see him, while shoppers would need too much effort to mosey over and accost him.

In general he was ready to wake up and leave at closing time so that he wouldn't have any nasty exchanges with security but today it seemed this wouldn't be the case. A loud scream made him jerk into an upright position and quickly into a stand. He went around the escalator to happen upon a scene that he wasn't quite ready for. There was some sort of fight with a guy and a woman trying to fight off two other guys. They looked... weird, to say the least. Rabid, almost, their skin's shade was off and even from here despite his age Don could see their eyes were not normal. But with his memory, Donny could not for the life of him remember where he had previously seen such a similar thing. A lot of people were around them, many with phones upraised to record the event. A few more community individuals stepped forth to help the couple against the assaulters but they seemed to have trouble keeping a grip on the people who were really, really relentless.

He watched from his little vantage point how the event was going down and the crowd was growing, not being quite surprised when security came in number to deal with the situation. Burly men in uniform grabbed hold of the freaks while a few more dispersed the crowd — or at least tried to. More or less safe the couple decided to go off from the scene, annoyed at all the publicity. As they left and passed by the old homeless man, he could not help but notice that the young man had a really nasty bit that went through his sleeve....

As the Veteran looked upon the leaving pair he also noticed a security guard coming to him. "You, it's closing time, I know you got nowhere to go and all but we got shit to deal with as you can see. Go on, scram."

"Ah fuck. Alright, yeah-yeah, I'm going." The hobo muttered, recognizing Davis. The security guard wasn't too unkind to him but he frequently interrupted his sleep which annoyed Don. He began to hobble away, until he caught glimpse of someone walking, no shambling towards Davis. "Yo uh..." he began, trying to warn the guy, who turned his attention to Don. "Watch out!" he said, but it was too late as he heard the crunch of teeth piercing clothing and flesh, then the angry yell of Davis. The guard turned bringing his shoulder to the jaw of the girl who bit him. This bought him space so he could get his baton, properly ready to deal with him. "Get the fuck out!" he yelled to Don who promptly did as commanded. The man was old but he knew when it was time to feel youthful in his legs and this was one of them. A lot of people were finishing their last purchases and closing their stores but for some reason the veteran felt that this was not the end of the story at Zemreaft mall.

Going past the sliding doors he shook his head, muttering faintly to himself about what the world was coming to and how it was different back in his day. For now he decided to go to the allies deeper in town, have a talk and maybe a drink or two with the guys. Lord knew he needed it now. A sigh came from the poor guy, sometimes optimism and rose tinted spectacles had their limits.

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@TheIrishJJ I'd be up for it, GDocs?

⌠𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 ╼ 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋⌡

I'll try to post this weekend, just thinking of what to really do in me post

I'm testing the waters for an Antiquity-inspired (early Iron Age, mostly pre-Roman) Fantasy RP.

Smh no Assyrians what normie pop history is this

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Posted, if anyone wants to link up to my post feel free.

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Steve woke up, scratching his facial hair faintly as slowly he opened his eyes. He sighed, placing his baseball cap on his head as he moved aside his blanket. The fucking millennials couldn't let an honest man sleep with their voodoo and bitching. He went over to the sink, splashing some water on his face. He heard some screaming going down the hallway, and a loud thud. The old boy shook his head in annoyance, "Fucking little shits." He muttered as he shaved off some annoying stubble on either cheek. Done, he splashed some aftershave and shuddered once the cool feeling hit hard. He put on a pair of shorts and didn't quite bother with a shirt for now, he wasn't going anywhere fancy and instead he reckoned he'd just go for a walk around, maybe breakfast and a lie down at the beach.

He stepped out of his room, gut jiggling with every step. It was oddly dark owing to lights not being on in the floor for some reason. Well, no problem, the windows and balcony let in enough sun to the hallway. "Kids with their shit music, eh?" He said, walking past a man of similar build and age to him. He heard a groan from the guy, who waved a bandaged arm. "Yeah, you and me both pal! Take care with them mosquitoes, don't scratch them bites eh?" Steve was about to step into the elevator, before he realized he really, really had to take a dump.

With a light whistle on his lips he turned a corner into the bathroom and took a stall. Sitting down he went at his business until quite surprised he heard the click of high heels. He looked under the stall door to make sure it was the men's room - as it was - before also seeing a pair of sneakers follow. "Rabbits, can't wait to get to their room before fucking." The man muttered, seeing the sneakers go into the same stall as high heel lady before some noises from the woman followed by fleshy noises and a growl from the lover boy.

Kids couldn't even let a man take shit! With headphones in the boomer finished his business and went over to wash his hands. In the mirror he saw someone else coming in, and smiled as he recognized the feller from the hallway. "Something with them steaks they serve, isn't it?" he remarked, gesticulating with a tap to his gut. When he got no response and only a growl again Steve turned to look at the man properly. As he came into the light, the man looked fucking rabid. Eyes crossed, foamy and bloodshot, teeth yellowed and bloody while missing a goddamn ear. "Buddy, you might want to head t-" he began, but didn't get the chance as he had to duck under a swing from the guy. Momentum made his counterpart fall over, knocking upon the stall door of the lovely couple. From his position, Steve only saw that the girl had a big bite on her wrist while her... boyfriend was prone on her, going for her chest. "Yo, help me with this guy!" It seemed however, that the kid had other things on his mind. He stood and turned to Steve with similar appearance to the feller on the ground, walking, shambling towards him. "Dude, back off...." He said, before yelling in surprise as the guy on the ground started gnawing at his shoe. In surprise he stumbled and fell, hat falling over his eyes. As he quickly readjusted the thing he saw that both men were going at him and this was now pretty clearly a fight. A kick was aimed at the guy on the ground, while turning his head Steve noticed he was beside the fire extinguisher. He grabbed the thing and threw it at the head of the standing man, using the short space of time he earned himself to stand up. He stepped aside the clumsy flail of the lover-boy, returning a heavy hay-maker that - against an ordinary man - should have him go out cold. "The fuck?" he muttered as even though the impact also made him reel back and hit his head against the wall he still stood!

But this was no time for a damn medical analysis of what had happened. Instead he turned back to the other guy and gave a heavy handed jab to the gut. It gave the man pause, but holding on to the sink he still keep his balance. Steve rotated for full force to bring down a hammer-fist to the guy's head, and then another. He heard a crack, but a damaged skull wasn't enough. He took both hands together wrapping one around the other band brought down this combined hammer-fist twice more on the guy's head. Finally flattening the guy's head against the faucet. He looked to the other man, and with a roar ran at him repeating the two-fisted downwards strike straight on his head. For this one it worked much faster with the guy going straight down. Looking at his roughed up fists, Steve sighed heading over to the medical kit in the corner of the room, not quite noticing the faint sounds coming from where the woman had been in the stall. Slipping one pair of scissors around his fingers to cut off some wrapping, but yelled at the same time as the woman stood before him with a loud screech, before running at him with her arms flailing. She was so thin, but they hit like painful bricks that he barely blocked with his arms. As she began to wind down Steve game a scream of both fear and rage before swinging his fist with scissors still on it to hit her square in the head. She stopped as the tip went into her skull, but she wasn't down. With the same scream Steve struck her twice more in the head until finally the scissors now broken carved a hole in her head.

Shoulders heaving, the aging handyman gave a triumphant roar as he beat his enemy only to hear more noises from the hallway. "Oh no you don't bitches...." He muttered as he closed and locked the bathroom. He took the usual five minutes to recuperate, preparing himself to deal with the banging upon the door. He grabbed all the scissors in the first aid kit placing them on his fingers and wrapping over his fists with bandage. Looking down at his improvised weapons Steve nodded in approval at the quick design before going to open the door, getting his breathing good for whatever the hell was on the other side.