BigPapaBelial

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Victor made sure all the connections are in place one last time then shoulders the tooled down Denel, "So they are sending us in, to keep this hush hush, as major players in a side group, we and anyone else they choose to send in are going to be sworn to silence. So we need to be very very careful out there." He walked along with Natalie and with one big hand, closed the hanger door behind them. Just as the switch had been flipped with Natalie so is it also flipped with Victor. His normally passive but friendly face, has been switched out for a grim grimace across his face, eyes slightly squinted, darting everywhere to take in the details.

As the pair began to walk towards their ride, members of the PMC slowly stopped what they are doing. The new Recon recruits idling in front of their barracks are treated to what they hadn't quite seen of their trainers. Victor had pushed them physically past their limits and into new physical terrain. Natalie had pushed them mentally and morally into a new level. But they see now, the pair as they are when they are in that place that makes them the top kick of the Company. Armored out like tanks, armed heavily enough that either of them could take on an infantry battalion and come out on top, even a armored company would have a hard time against even one of them. And here the two of them are, walking across the tarmac like they owned the world. Victor spotted them and stopped only briefly to salute then then with a huge grin, flips them all off too. As they are boarding the pair can hear, "Top Ops! Good luck!" Victor hums and boards the plane, the ramp he steps on groaning under the five to six hundred pounds if not more of armor and weapons. He nods to Natalie, "Won't say no to cuddling, but in the end, we have a job to do. Let's go do it huh?"

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Nolan got to his feet, dusting some orange dirt off his arms and chest, the blast from the rifle had dusted him lightly. Making his way over he takes the PDA orders from Ross and looks them over, "Huh, this is extreme hush hush, who knows how long since something this black has been ordered. Look at this operation level Platinum. If I remember correctly ol' General Lawrence has a clearance level of Gold, so this is above even his paygrade." He hums. Goes over and grabs his rifle, packing it away, waving down a Corporal, "I know this isn't usually your thing son, but the team here is being called in for some sort of Heavy Op. Can you do us the favor of cleanign this up for us? Do this and I'll buy your whole company two rounds at the bar when we get back huh? I'm Sergeant Nolan, don't worry ask around and someone will point me out when we get back. Deal?" The corporal looked over at the only slightly mussed up shooting position then nodded, "Thanks son." He then ran off to catch up with Andrew to go see Merlin and get the skinny one what the heck is coming their way, "All the way to Greenland...didn't even know there was anything up there." He said as he pressed Andrew up into a jog to get there sooner.

Goblins of the Wilds

@Searat@AsheTheReborn@Aristocles

I'm in the middle of putting together a post for another RP that long been coming. So I maybe a little slow to post. But give me abit I swear I'll put something together later.

This post has been owed for awhile. And I want to do it justice.

But on my honor I'll get you all a post too once I'm done.

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@Aristocles

Koglan looked down at the young goblin, "Ahhh shirking your errands a little." He chuckles, "It's fine. Everyone needs a break." He walks into his forge then quirks an eyebrow, "You wanted to see a sword?" He hums and looks about his forge, "A sword...goblins don't use swords very often my young friend." He hums looking about somemore. Seeing finished maces, axes, small knifes, a spear or two, and armor that needd to be fitted for this warrior or that. Then he hums and the old Goblins face lights, "I have a secret to show you." He waves the young goblin in, around the forge and then up to a darker area of the forge he kneels and pulls up a small wooden bench down by the floor, "This...is something I have shown only one other person. I hid it because...I don't know if anyone could ever do it the honor it deserves."

Out from under the bench comes a 3 foot long, maybe 4 inch wide cloth swaddled thing. Koglan brings it out, "I want this to be a secret between us." He pulls the cloth back, bits of dust and dirt falling to the floor, as he reveals a curved steel sword, made in the goblin way, but with ornamentation that is very rare, "I made this as my Master Work, young goblin." Koglan explains, "The item I forged with my own hands that denotes my rise to being a master weapon smith." He pulls the rest of the sword out and then carefully sets it on the floor, "My Master, the late Smith Dunst, said it was one of the greatest weapons he ever saw made." Koglan smiles, "One day I hope to give it to someone. Someone who will care for it, and use it wisely in defense of the tribe." Koglan hums, "Maybe you one day young goblin." He chuckles, "Remember, this is our secret." He pats the boy on the shoulder, then starts to wrap the sword back up, "One day it will be in the hands of a great goblin warrior. On that day and only that day will I be fully satisfied with my life as a smith I think."

Koglan carefully puts the sword away, "Run along now young friend. Get your mother the water she needs. And remember this is our secret." He stands slowly and smiles at the young goblin.

♠ Showdowns & Saddles ♠

A series of gasps. And a few people stepping back and away. One young man reaching for a gun on his hip warily. This is what herald's Mistihkoman's arrival at the train station. Unlike last night where he only had his tomahawk and knife. Now he sports all his gear, his bed roll, and blanket tied over one shoulder, rolled up together, a shoulder bag with what looks like some dried meat and water bag as well as other little things. And at his shoulders are his other weapons, the big heavy rifle, a breech loading thing, old by now, the thing used years ago now to hunt buffalo. Next to that slung across his back with the bow string ove rhis chest is his bow, with feathers at the top and bottom connections, and his quiver of arrows across his back, an old and venerable type of weapon. And lastly swinging at his hip is that heavy rifle butt club. The spiked blade at the angled section a dark blued iron. The thing is a great bludgeon, dangerous just in it's looks. This gives the people on the station deck something to look at.

Mistihkoman gives Dan a nod in greeting as the native man pulls himself up onto the train, "This is the right place yes? The trip to Odessa? Is the package already on board?" He looked into the passenger car in time to see the young boy training a toy gun on Sergio.

Mistihkoman nods, "I think I'm in the right place." He nods sagely then proceeds to find himself a place to sit, putting his baggage up on the racks over the seats then sitting in the seat behind Sergio's place.

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@Aristocles@Searat

The hammer descended again. A crash, the outline of a knife starting to take form, slightly different from the curved single edged things he usually makes for the hunters. But he feels abit of change would be good. It's an interesting thing to work metal. Many goblins who don't work it, who have never tried to shape it, don't understand that metal, iron and steel, and he hears that dwarven sky iron and their legendary Adamant metal, is the same way, but it's an interesting thing that metal has a prechant to want to assume certain forms. He'd always found that it would form knives better when he worked it, or the head of an axe. One stubborn billet he remembered went to a burly goblin some time back, the billet didn't form a knife or axe or sword, but had assumed the form of a great flanged mace.

And here now Koglan bangs away at the forming knife, shaping it carefully. There had been some tailings off this one, tailings he might be able to turn into those chimes and rings for Siwa. Heat them again and bend them to shape. But these knives they take priority. He thrusts the knife into the flames again and brings out the other.

His hammer comes down again, the ring of the hammer against the iron. He nods, then spots again the little head peeking again through the door. He hums, and waits, then darts to the door, looming over the young male goblin, "You have finished lessons with your mother then? And come to watch old Koglan at the forge?" He grins down at the boy, "Then come in, feel the heat of the fire, and observe the flash of the sparks from the iron. Perhaps you'll learn something today." He motions to the boy and points at a little wooden stool a few yards away from the worst of the heat, "Here, sit here. And watch, observe." He picks up his hammer and the billet again and begins to work. Yes these blades would need to be finished before morning in a days time after all. Yes. A gift for a good hunter and another for someone who will need a proper blade.

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@AsheTheReborn

I don't see why not. Koglan is an older Goblin, a little hide bound, but if approached and if something is explained to him I'm sure he'd be willing to help out.

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The Forge of Koglan Ironweaver had gone quiet for a time. Mostly due to Siwa's visit and subsequent talk they had. But after Siwa had left Koglan is back on his feet and at the forge. The heat of the forge once again billowing up and about. Koglan has another project, something for the tribe this time. Something that would help the tribe as a whole, just as it would help two young goblins in their day to day life. This is the path of a Smith. And Koglan's energy is renewed, with the prospect that he can help another few members of the tribe.

A pair of knife billets, a foot and a half long each, , a half foot to be the tang and the handle. Good long blades, good for a fight and good for hunting besides. He nods, looking on as the metal heats, "I can see the blades already. Yes good double sided, cutting and stabbing, and will carry an edge well. Oh yes.

He pulls the chain on the billows and with a woosh the flames within the forge jump, the billets brightening. He reaches in with a tongs pulling one of the bright glowing red billets out, "And we begin." Over to the anvil, hammer in hand. The strikes of the hammer against metal. As he does a few young heads peek into the forge. One of the young goblins whispering, "Look at him go! Koglan must have had some kind of inspiration huh?" Koglan's arm descends again with a clang, smooth powerful strokes. He's got iron to weave again for a good cause.

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@Aristocles

Oh I know I just thought we were all in the or around the states. Assumptions.

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No wonder I see a post at weird times. No wonder. Alot of us are up at hugely varying times.

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And no Earth nearby for Bik to stop it if it turns into a fight! Oh no! The Sky Bison burns. Oh the bisonality!