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Operation: Lichter Aus (SCP Universe Roleplay)

Welp I apologize for wasting your time. I read through the information on that link and still couldn't make heads or tails on what it's all about. My apologies. I'll make my way out.

Operation: Lichter Aus (SCP Universe Roleplay)

Is knowledge on the SCP universe a must? I'm interested I just don't know alot about the SCP universe.

Star Wars: Days of Ruin

Well let's hope more come.

Star Wars: Days of Ruin

I'm gonna place a sub here, and keep my eyes on this. Your last RP was a beauty. Want to see where this goes.

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan lay there for a time, marveling at the feeling of a leg that isn't tensed up tightly. He lays there and laughs as Siwa swats him, "I thought you'd like that kind of response Siwa." He chuckles gently and relaxes again. Gritting his teeth as the young gobliness works at him. Strong calf and thigh muscles twitching under her ministrations. It takes him almost a full 5 minutes before he speaks again, "How long do I stay on my feet a day? How long does it take to make a sword you may also as, five hours at the minimum. How long to make a shield? Four hours. How long to whittle out the handle of an axe? Another three hours. And all those 12 hours I will remain on my feet, even while getting something to eat or drink." He lets out a shuddering breath as a particularly stubborn set of knots is worked clear.

After abit Koglan who had zoned out abit grumbles out, "It's the long hard duty of a village craftsgoblin Siwa. There is always another project. A request. Or a warrior or a hunter has managed to earn a new weapon that they have been striving to get." He lifts an arm to point over at a near finished axe, the head had been pounded onto the wooden shaft, and he'd been applying a stint to the shaft so the head would not come lose, "There, that is a journey level work. A weapon for the young chief. If I ever get to gift it to him." He chuckles and settles again, "Always another project. I can't stop working." He smiles, "But it's moments like these that let me know, my work is appreciated."

Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

Henry gave another smile at Julian then looked forward as the pilot broadcast to them. He hums and peers out the porthole next to him. He peers out seeing the white of the Alaskan tundra. And down as they flew lower, he could see the outlines of large grey buildings. What looked like a Radar dish and accompanying instruments for it. Warehouses and communications installations. He nodded slowly and as they started to settle in he could see the HELIX frame hanger attached to the main command building. likely their first destination. Though he had other things he needed to do first. As they settled in he grabbed a heavy and thick jacket, made from hide by the look of it. With white wolf pelt around the neck. He also grabbed a kit bag that sat under his seat, and then as they crunched to the ground he stood, and pulled a large 3 meter long quarter of a foot wide pole of wood out of the overhead netting. And with it over his left shoulder and over his right his bag he turned to the way out. "I'll see you all at the command center. I have something I need to do." He gave a wink then trooped out of the lander.

His combat boots crunched in the snow as he made path towards the command building, but slightly to one side. To an open area that didn't seem to be used for much more then some old crates that hadn't been shipped out yet. A good place as any. Still took him a little to get there. He looked over his shoulder only once, to check if the others are moving yet. It really didn't matter in the end. They'd get there just like he would.

Finally he reached the spot, there he kneeled in the snow and from his kit bag, he brought a broad bladed tomahawk. A length of solid birth wood made the handle, gleaming silvered steel made the head which had various sigils and runes etched into it, ontop of the damascus steel foldings in the blade. At the very end of the handle a length of what looked like bone. Hefty and thick, the handle wrapped with yellow, white, blue and red silk lengths and finally tied to the handle just below the steel head is a quartete of eagle feathers, two of them golden eagle the other two bald eagle. It's a masterwork of some GUFNC craftsman truly. With the hatchet Henry chops one end of the pole down to a point, it's rough and isnt't fancy but it works. He gets to his feet and with a cry of strength he buries the pole 2 feet down and even into the concrete below. He nods sagely and draws a circle around the pole in the snow with the handle of the tomahawk. It's fast then as he swings the tomahawk up, and buries the blade of the hand axe to the handle in the wood of the pole.

A resounding war whoop rings out as Henry tilts his head back and whoops to the air. Once...then...another war whoop. Twice...and then finally a third war whoop pierces the air. The sound of the cries echoing off the walls nearby. He relaxes his body, and picks his kit bag back up, "The first step." Said mostly to himself but loud enough for anyone who was curious enough to follow along. Slinging his kit bag up over his shoulders again he makes for the command building again, calling out to anyone to hear, "Anyone who moves that pole or takes that tomahawk! I'll personally tan your hide! Respect the rituals!" He makes his way then to the nearest doors into the command building, figuring he may as well join the rest of the team inside.

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The Sound of

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and

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Critical Shell - A Mecha Roleplay

A smile graces the First Nations man's face as he directs his attention to Julian. The well dressed young man speaking of his home, and his professions. That of a pilot and a mechanic. A trade, and a good one at that. He slowly nodded, listening and tapping the red tip of the length of wood to his bottom lip. After abit after Julian stopped talking Henry hummed softly, "Thrope's Pier. I can't say I know it. But it sounds ideal. Our home is always a vision of paradise for us. And your goal to make it and your family great again. Oh gaining rank, prestige and recognition. A fine goal. Just don't get lost in the quest for it. There are too many examples of people, men, women of many creeds and many peoples who get lost in a quest for glory. Not all of them come away from it with the greatest of rewards. Some...come away with the opposite. Rather then bathed in glory, they come out bathed in the blood of the innocent and shunned because of the evil they have done." He smiles, "But I'm sure a fine young man like yourself will be perfectly fine."

He goes quiet for a time again before Henry speaks again, "As for us all being unique and thus making us all the same. There can be an argument against such an assumption. We may all have the unique traits of being HELIX pilots. But we are all our own seperate being, our personalities and up bringings and goals continue to make us unique despite being the same in the fashion that we are now compatriots." He nods sagely and whirls the painted and decorated length of wood tracing a brief spiral of red in the air. Henry hums, "I am not used to working in a large group like this Julian Brumbles. I am a Warrior, a Brave of the Grand Union of First Nations Communities. We have never had a standing army like United Empire or the Vertex. It's more along the lines of small groups of Warriors and braves protecting the borders of our ancestral lands." He smiles and taps the red tip of the piece of wood on the floor of the carrier, "This is what makes me unique. And the safety of the GUFNC, is what I strive for. My quest, much like yours." He points the length of wood, red tip first at Julian, "I'll count the coup, until my last day, for the safety of my peoples. My cousins."

Dead Presidents

Pulls the sheet over the RP

requiescat in pace...

Goblins of the Wilds

Koglan let out a grunt. It's no secret, that in the past he'd worked himself to utter exhaustion, and been found by one goblin or another, asleep on the floor of his forge. So the fatigue in his limbs is nothing new to Koglan what so ever. But as he feels Siwa's hands on his leg he finally actually feels the pain properly for once. He lets out a breath and sighs. Skilful hands rubbing at his skin and muscles. He takes a moment, "It feels fine Siwa, I've heard tales of your massages. And here I am, getting to experience one for myself." He let's out a little puffing sound as his leg muscle twitches under her ministrations. Calming and relaxing. Koglan lays there for a time. Listening to Siwa give her declarations.

He can't help but grins, and he turns his head enough to look at her, "Siwa...even if this were a mating ritual, I would have a hard time performing at the moment. To anyone's satisfaction." He grunts and nods, "We shall get to that in due time. And you shall have my help with that litter you seek. As promised, as sworn." He grunts as her fingers find a rather stubborn knot of muscle. He tenses up briefly then chuckles, "All in good time. Just you don't stop working my limbs. And later, I'll do my best to work you." He can't help but chuckle lightly at the innuendo.

Dead Presidents

There seems to be a pulse doctor...but...its sluggish...