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Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

A post is finally made. My apologies for it taking so long; that said, I think we still need @jbeil and @Kratesis to make their posts, so I'll eagerly await their input on the situation.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Admittedly, Alexa was mildly disappointed about the Inquisitor's absence, but she nonetheless remained uplifted by the presence of a Celestian. In Sister Victorine's capable hands, she knew in her heart, they would be just fine.

The next few days were, bluntly speaking, not as eventful as one would imagine. This was a good thing, considering that eventful Warp travel often left people dead, even if they were warriors of the Adepta Sororitas. As before, Alexa spent her time praying, talking to her fellows, and assisting in the medical ward where necessary. As it happened, the alarm was raised at about the time Alexa was reaffirming her faith in the Emperor once again, praying silently at her personal shrine, albeit in her standard robes rather than nudified as some of her Sisters might; quickly reassessing her priorities at Celestian Victorine's bellow, she donned her armour and readied her equipment as rapidly as possible, concluding with the chirurgeon's tool glove on one hand and the armour's helm upon her head, before rushing out to meet with her fellows that they might quell this threat as rapidly as possible.

It didn't take long for the squad to gather and form up at Sister Victorine's order - sans, she couldn't help but notice, the new Crusader of the group. As she recalled, the Crusader had his quarters in the ship located further from those of the Sisters, and right on cue, a radio transmission confirmed that he was in combat with the raiders themselves. Bold of him - and perhaps what would make the difference between success and destruction this day. If he fell, he would fall knowing that his death was not in vain, though Alexa had no intention of letting him perish if he was injured before their arrival at his location, and was in fact unusually eager to start making her move in the right direction. They had an ally to assist, after all.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Not Mushroom

'I'll keep to MY own self,' I declare, 'when YOUR self has self indulge selves. And then there'll people get will bitten. I tried to help,' he said slowly. Some people just won't get any smart ideas.

Like you. You lack smart ideas.

That's right Stupid! You're a moron Retard! Nobody likes you Dumbass!

'Hneeeeeeeeeh.' That was partly due to sadness, also but also but partly there was also a powersmell. Like drinking, but less good. Blarg. No, bad alcohol. No, he should. Yes, that's a good idea. Divine Purpose Agrees, so that does that.

'I need the drank,' Dirk muttered, stepping to Drunksword and... wait, no, he wasn't Swordsword, he was some drunk guy with Swordsword's sword. Okay. Anyway he is the source of the powerhol, and that Dirk doesn't want his captain to be too drunk, otherwise how could the drunk sailor be that the man who commands a ship? I can't sail when I'm drunk, and he'll die if he fell off the boat. So basically, he wanted the holohol, and he had to dispose of the. It had to goat. The seas fish can eat it and not die.

Excellent Plan Dirk! This Is Going To Go Wonderfully!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Posted, boys and girls. Yeeeaaa.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Well, it was worth a shot. He raised his hands and stepped away from Aeryn after that to show he meant no harm, since she was obviously uncomfortable with his presence- perhaps he'd been a bit too forward? Much as he hated the thought of leaving the conversation on such an implicitly sour note, he reckoned he'd said enough for now. Best to just remain a priest for the time being, perhaps.

Instead, he mulled over what Argon and Geradin had told him. From the sound of things, Argon hadn't chosen to be a fighter at all, but had instead found himself a slave gladiator for a time, and gone from there after finding his freedom. And as for the dwarf, well, "the most grim god" certainly implied that adherence to Ragnarok's tenets involved a lot of violence. Both good to know, then - the dwarf fought by choice, the lizard because he'd never known differently.

The village they consequently approached was, for want of a better word, quaint. Apparently, its inhabitants were also rather naive, if they imagined the Southlands would be so kind to them without a wall to hide behind. But at least they were armed, with crossbows, which were being pointed at them... oh boy. Sett really wanted to hide away from those, but as the priest of the group, he felt obligated to try and talk to these people. Slowly, he stepped slightly ahead of the group, hands raised again in supplication... that was becoming a theme today, apparently.

'My friends, I greet you most graciously,' he spoke, already slipping into the charismatic and priestly tones he was so used to utilising in his church. 'Be not afraid, for we are but weary and humble travellers through these lands, and all told quite agreeable to those who would be our friends and acquaintances. If it would not trouble you, sirs and ladies, I might ask that you be so kind as to allow us to partake of what your abode has to offer, for we have spent many a night in peril, and seek only shelter and refreshment in a land that is distressingly short of both.' Hopefully, that would tug on some heartstrings. Hopefully, his own would not be damaged in any way during his speech, those crossbows could be viciously destructive.

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Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

@BCTheEntity

Were either of you still interested in joining us?

@Ollumhammersong

Alas, no. I've found myself occupied with other games between my previous show of interest and now, though maybe once that calms down I can sort out a sign-up?

A light in the Darkness (Warhammer 40k, Astra militarum rp)

I'll certainly keep an eye on this one. Joining may be another matter, but we'll see.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated Fallen Oh hey, Alice is talking to Argon and Geradin, too. That's neat.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Finally posted as Sett, fellas. If there's anybody who still needs to post and hasn't said they can't, I'd suggest pumping that out before it's too late.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Unbeknownst to a lot of the rest of the party, or so he hoped, Sett had not spent his whole time sleeping as the others had. Partway through the night, or what he supposed was night, he'd managed to awaken himself with the good old-fashioned clock of bodily urges, light as his sleep often was; once those were handled, he returned to his tent and drew forth from his elven bag his prizes from the day before: the helmet of the Rog he'd slain, and the Dark Elven stave, carefully hidden until now. In hindsight, the helm was perhaps a bit large for his skull... not that a bit of padding couldn't fix that issue, only he'd need to figure out what to pad it with in the first place.

But that wasn't the point of his awakening. He'd intended, earlier, to bless the helmet and cleanse it of its bloody past - or something to that effect, he honestly wasn't fussy as long as he could make sure it was just a helmet after all - but the second was a difficult proposition. Magically potent, for sure, but what sort of magic? Usable, or just vile? Two Dark Elves had slain each other over it, Fineki apparently wanted him to bear it, and so bear it he did. What more could he do, but pray that it didn't fail him?

For the next hour or so, he spent his time quietly praying over both objects. "Blessing them", arguably, though in his church, his blessings had always been as shallow as a puddle, and he had very little idea about the process of imbuing a true blessing into an item at all. In the helmet's case, then, he prayed that it would shield him from harm when worn, that it wouldn't fall off, and that the others wouldn't realise where he'd gotten it from. For the staff, he prayed that whatever power it held wasn't... well, evil, or corrupting, or anything like that, and that whoever owned it wouldn't come after him to get it back. He had enough of those problems with the Valdium sword, after all.

Sharp hearing and keen awareness of his surroundings were what brought his prayers to a halt. Something was moving around - and from the sound of things, entering everyone's tents. Shit, were they under attack again? Well, they'd have to try harder than that to catch out Settionne Maralanna the Inconsiderate! As quickly and silently as he could, Sett packed himself and his stolen goods beneath his sleeping blanket and feigned restfulness, one hand on each of the daggers at his side, ready to be drawn and swiped at whatever chose to target him, to take them as hostage, to slay them, whatever was appropriate.

It turned out that whatever it was, it was bipedal, apparently interested in breathing on him- no, smelling him, and as it happened smart enough not to try either to attack him or steal anything before leaving. Though he eventually fell asleep again, his items by his side until he stuffed them back into his bag again, it wasn't until the morning rolled around that it clicked for him - the trespasser was the newcomer, named Aeryn according to the girl herself. He did wonder what her motivation there was.

But, it mattered not. She was apparently able to lead them out of the caverns they had found themselves in, and with her at the head of the pack, and both Geradin and Argon at the back, Sett was more than happy to stay roughly in the middle of the group. To pass the time, he figured he might as well chat with the dwarf and the lizard. Was that not what a good priest did for his flock, after all? Though much of it was meaningless, intended merely to get them blathering about themselves so that he could avoid discussing his own past, he at some point asked the both of them these two lines of questioning: 'What made you decide to take up the warrior's path?' and 'What opinion do you hold on the gods? Are there any in particular you prefer over others?' Whatever answers he received, he'd store them away in his mind for later reference. Perhaps they'd be of use.

Soon enough, the previous night's prediction proved true: Aeryn's skills did indeed prove useful, upsetting a swarm of bats that they might show them the way to the exit of the cave, a show of animal handling that Sett himself had little awareness of. How impressive of her... and, to wit, he couldn't disagree with Ursaren's insight into the nature of sunlight on his skin, embracing the sunlight as though for the first time again. Not that he'd know what his first time in the sun had been like. Unlike the average Dark Elf, he'd lived most of his life above ground, thank you very much.

'Aeryn, my lovely lady,' he exclaimed, strolling to her side and patting her on the back, 'your expertise is matched only by your beauty. It's as I said yesterday: your ability in all regards will be much appreciated in our journey.' Did he need to specifically point out her appearance? Not at all. But then, he hadn't had a chance to say so earlier on, either, and he had always had a womanising streak, as he was sure the Elven nobility they'd interacted with knew full well. Gosh, had it only been two nights since their journey began? Time sure seemed to slow to a crawl when one was attacked in rapid succession by ogres, Rogs, and Dark Elves.

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