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Interest Check for Blackguards!

And after reading through My cs I see all the typos. Sorry for all those ill correct them when I get home from work. Writing all of that on a phone. With dumb fingers.

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

[[I will add extras to the post when I get home after work I'm inspired to write though right now]]

Just gotta keep moving.

Those are he thoughts running through Caelans head as he hurdles railings and kicks up and around fixtures. A breakfast sandwich hangs from his mouth. A trip of donuts half squished in his left breast pocket and a paper towel wrapped around several steps of cooked bacon in his right.

And behind him several angry members of a food cart he nabbed the food from on his way passed. Things like "God damned scum skater!" And threats of harm come from the people as Caelan runs. Until with a heaven hrs sailing outing the open air. The cart opener stopping at the abyss and watching carlan disappear into the air. Safe!

And soon a bang as his wire launcher fires and he's swinging on to safety. Landing on the far side well out of danger. Finsing himself a place to sit, nearby a public news kiosk playing a short story about a sniper kill, wait dis the anchor say it was someone in another Sk@te cell? Oh that doesn't bode well. Caelan munched on the sandwich and bacon before he turned and with a grunt threw himself into the air again. Only one place he might be able to hear more around here. Or we'll two really he could head home to Morris Road, one of the elders may have heard more. But right now there's somewhere else he can check

The Bodega.

It takes him a bit to get there. But soon there's a clatter on the rooftop of the building and a thump as Caelan slides down the front of the building and slips into the door, "Morning folks." He's not a regular but he's been through a time or two, "Puck up anything by The Tragically Hip of late?" He calls to Johnny as he picks his way towards the counter, "Or hear any juicy news? Maybe?" Caelan quirks an eyebrow curiously and smiles at Baba in greeting offering first Rielly then Johnny one of his donuts while munching on the last one himself.

Interest Check for Blackguards!

And my character I think is no longer a WIP. hidden under the hider there@Red Wizard

I wrote that out on a phone here but I'll try and find a picture when I get home this evening.

Let me know what you all think here.

Interest Check for Blackguards!

A WIP, I basically said screw it, I want to get this idea down. It's a start right?

Borslev "Bors" Titanstone

Borslev Titanstone

Name

Borslev "Bors" Titanstone

Race

Mountain Dwarf - Titanite Clan

Gender

Male

Age

71 (dwarves age slightly slower then many races. He's the equivalent of a 30 year old Human)

Appearance

Black Haired, ruddy pale skin, grey eyes, grey like granite, his eyes are lidded heavily, unused to sunlight, used to the dark of caves and the red of lamp light or candle light. A full black beard running down to his waist, with the tip just reaching below his groin, thick long black whiskers, often braided by his own hand, with a few small effigies hidden within the braids. The dwarf weighs atleast 277 pounds of solid dwarven muscle, most of it in his chest, arms and neck which are thick and corded. His build is squat and powerful, muscle all about his chest, neck, arms and shoulders, built from hard work, and deep hardship, every second of which he's damned proud of. He wears thick leather clothing, of dwarven design, which before it was taken from him was the padding under a Dwarven Deep Miners Adamant Steel armor. Now it's one of his very few outfits, and damn if anyone is going to take it from him. He has a pair of rings, one of his left pinky the other on his right forefinger. The left one is marked with the Titanite Clan sigil of two crossed hammers on a blue azurite background. The right one is the sigil of the Titanstone Family Mining Company, a pick crossed over a mining charge laid with silver on a onyx stone in a silver band. He broke the skull and nearly killed the guard who tried to take them, the other guards left it be after he near throttled a second guard of the rings.

Personality

Bors is gruff, easy to anger like alot of dwarves can be yet kind and initially seems like an affable and courteous type. Far from the kind of person who should be in the Maw. Until we realize all that kindness and courtesy hides a seething rage and easy wish to hurt people. He can be laughing and popping dirty jokes and limericks one second before launching into a near psychopathic rage and wailing on someone with anger controlled strikes of brutal hands and feet.

The dwarf exhibits all the hidden signs of some who temper is held barely in check by a powerful willpower and need to be useful.

Likes - Good tools, beer/ale/whiskey, the quiet of a deep mine and the strike of an axe pick on stone, finding that rare treasure in the dark of the mine.

Dislikes - Braggarts, loud environments, rowdy company, getting a raw deal.

Background

It's a fine tale we weave sometimes.

Borslev Titanstone, born into the parent family of the Titanite Clan. Third son to Lord Mine Keeper Talosin Titanstone and his wife Lady Keykeeper of the Mine Reia Titanstone nee Stormpick of the Stormstone Clan. Both of Bors parents coming from valued and powerful families. The Stormstones being one of the most wealthy when it came to property among the Clans. While his father being the current Lord Mine Keeper of the Titanite mining empire, fourth largest mining family and company in the dwarven under kingdom of The Westerlands, and the other three mining clans just barely kept their lead out of yields rather then through sheer size. So Bors was brought up in very prestigious settings. A fine strapping lad from.bieth. coming into the world with lusty wails and has been said to have kicked his father in the nose when his father first came to pick him up from his mother's arms.

But as fits the third son he was told if he inherits it'd be only if his older brothers were to die or be exiled. Bors didn't mind.

He threw himself into his education as soon as he could. Dwarven schools being more apprenticeships then human schools. He bounced from master to master for the years between 9 and 13, getting a taste for the 5 main trades of the dwarven kind, black smithing, silver smithing, gold smithing, brewing and mining. With sometime also looking at soldiering, growing food and artificing. He took to mining with gusto, apprenticing to one of his uncles in one of the Titanite cadet families the Titanhammer family. Taught how to read write and figure beside his lessons and training in strength, endurance, tunnel digging and how to handle an axe pick properly. The details of how to spot hidden cracks in stone and what to watch for to escape accidentally waking the things that sleep in the deep of the earth. His early life into his 30s was spent learning and finsingnhis place in the mine. When he reached 35 he was asked to pick an advanced vocation, and chose the role of Deep Miner. Those dwarves who brave the deepest part of a mine places where a pick hasn't struck yet, where things in the deep may lurk, a place where the dim light of a candle maybe the only light you see for weeks before you break into a hidden cavern of diamond or mythril deep in the earth.

Upon reaching 40 he returned to his family, welcomed by his father and mother, and officially welcomed into the main family mines. It wad one of the finest days of his life. And he worked until 50 years old without problems.

Until his 57th year. He had gone out to a tavern with his mining squad. This was the day he killed for the first time that wasn't some deep mine beast or feral goblinoid mine invader. A bar fight broke out, but Bors believed he was far enough away he could ignore it. And putting it out of his mind he drank and ate. And was happy with his ale and meal that he didn't hear the fight getting closet. Until someone crashed unto him, and his ale, stew, bread and waiting bread pudding ended up into his beard. He got to his feet, turned and swung he heavy steel tankard in his hand at the closest member of the fight. The dwarf went stiff and pitched to the floor. Unbeknownst to Bors the dwarf was dead a single hefty blow having killed him, even more unknown was the dwarf had been the captain of a noted mining militia. Bors left before the death wad found out. But was found the day after as he wad making ready to head into the mine. Bors was taken away and questioned, only after 7 hours did his father find out and by them Bors had been beaten, the Militia c9lonel trying to make his confess to a murder despite it being an accident. His father and his lawyers though showed up and cowed the colonel into leaving ir be. But this was the start of Bors internalized rage. He stuffed all that anger over being interrogated down for now, holding it deep deep done like the mine and cave passages he traveled in.

It was a few weeks later when he killed for his second time, a member of that militia tailed him and tried to meters out revenge foe the killing of the captain. The soldier jumped Bors and tried to choke him out between mine passages. But the big dwarf that he is Bors lifted the dwarven soldier and in a fit of anger pitched him down a mine shaft. Bors reported the assault this time. But he secretly reveled in having killed the dwarf.

Over the next year he'd be challenged too no less the four duels by progressively higher ranked dwarven militia and soldiers. Until one fat he was in the Grand Arena of the Dwarven High Kings Hold, facing off against a General of the Dwarven Self Defense Force. The kings envoy had told him specifically that he was going to throw this fight, to stop this farce of high ranked dwarves either dying or being humbled by a mere deep Miner. The duel was one sided alright. But this was the first time that Bors family got to watch that hidden rage in their scion. The general came into the arena decked out in ceremonial leather armor made for show with a ceremonial double bladed battle axe. Bors entered with his axe pick sharpened to a gleaming finish, his heavy thick Adamant armor, freshly mended with new plates and chain mail added. The fight was one sided alright. Bors' anger and rage was silent only voiced by his soft grunts of effort as he hacked and pierced at the general with powerful swings. Eleven minutes the duel lasted. Eleven minutes where Bors ended up leaving nine huge gashes in the general armor, nine bleeding holes. And Bors only grew to hate and rage even more when the High King stopped the duel then the High King of the Dwarves ruled in favor of the general even as the general lay bleeding. Bors swallowed that rage and anger. And left. Returning to the mine, but dwarves knew something was deep inside Bors something angry, something waiting.

It'd be in his 68th year that he was strangely called to the High Hold again. And when he would kill his highest ranked people ever. He was shown into a parlor in a very elegant restaurant. Met by three people. A human envoy from the Westerland court, a Dwarven Thane Lord. And Prince of the Dwarven Realm Naluir Goldbeard, son of the High King. A noted deep.miner sitting in the same room as such august people. What the hell?

Soon though Bors rage and anger began to boil roiling and seeth. The thane and the prince had invited Bors not ad a guest but as a joke, they recounted Bors duels like they were children's tails to the human calling Bors and his family liars and cheap fools. The laughter and gaiety were loud and raucous. Until everything went quiet. For an extended time. Finally a servant entered the room. And found only Bors alive. Covered in a layer of blood and viscera. The envoy dead, the thane dead the prince...hung from a rafter. All showing signs of being beaten and killed in a rage filled attack.

His father couldn't safe him now, not when it was recounted Bors had just continued eating and drinking even as the Hold Guards arrived and arrested him. And certainly couldn't help him when during the trial before the mourning high King it was retold how Bors had nearly beaten the interrogator to death as well.

The deepest gaol mines were too good for Borslev Titanstone, it was said, execution was too good. The High King petitioned The Human king to send Bors to the Maw.

Yes it's a fine, terrible story we weave.

Talents

Mining - No stranger to moving and working in Co fined spaces, a close understanding of the hazards of the deep places.

Explosives Training - Learned in the creation, usage of and capabilities of explosives, especially in the case opening charges.

Heavy Arms and Armor training - A deep Miner will live or die by how well maintained his armor and axe pick are.

Close Quarters Fighter - Used to close spaces and fight so close you can feel your opponents breath and smell their sweat.

Understanding of Old terrors - Has been witness to some of the things that live in the deep deep dark places of the world, things, beasts and demons that some can only imagine.

Flaws

Deep Rage - Bors is not well. He appears to be kind and approachable but deep in the core of his being, is a rage that is so lead dense and hard as steel that its almost supplanted his other emotions.

Light of the sun - Ah fuck that's bright ahh why am I up here!

Fear of Old Terrors - Once you've seen something made of shadow, lightning and beaks boil up out of hard stone and swallow another dwarf whole, and leave you alone with not a single sound made even you would fear them.

Lust for the Deep Rage - I think he likes it...dear gods...I think he likes it!

I need to mine, I want to mine! - Mining is his coping mechanism, so to keep him calm he's allowed to help broaden the Maws underground facilities...under close and strict watch of course.

Equipment

Full suit of Adamant Steel armor - made from mythril, mixed with dwarven steel, meteorite iron and diamond dust, a suit of Adamant armor is the only thing that can stand the pressures of the deep mines and the shadowed claws and teeth of the things down there

Head torch - Candle powered head torch casting a small pool of yellow light

Deep Mines axe pick - a mining pick and a battle axe married as one versatile tool

Deep Mines Face Mask - Part breathing mask part face protection one very scary metal visage.

Miscellaneous
If I think of more I'll put it here

Interest Check for Blackguards!

Hi putting a sub on this thread. I love this concept, but I'm swamped with RPs right now. If one of them falls through I may have the energy to come here. If you're still accepting at the time anyway.

Already have this cool idea for a dwarven regicide.

Anyway I'll watch and wait for now.hope that's okay.

The Hunt, A Modern Fantasy Smorgasbord RP

The Shining Example of Shamandom, Micheal Crane

Micheal brought down one more powerful blast of lightning onto the building, sending an ememy pair running for their lives at the thunder and blazing stream of lightning. Panting and with magical tears streaming down his cheeks, his eyes gleaming with the power he's channeling, Micheal looks about, seemingly a little out of place, "It all looks so clear right now..." The cracked and red magical burn on his arm at this point has burned away the bandages and boiled away the poultice, and the cracks in his skin from the burn are flaring a mean looking red light. But it doesn't seem to matter to the man right now. He holds out his hand and Whiskeyjack hands him his hand drum. Micheal lifting it and calling, "Sound of Thunder, roar of Nature, Here!" Then lifts his tomahawk to the sky as well in his other hand, "Flash of Lightning, fire of the sky, Here!" A blast of lightning lancing down, accompanied by the roar of thunder. The lightning clashing and blazing and is absorbed by the tomahawk, the head of it glowing a bright blue with arc of power flickering off it. And the drum the sound of the thunder condenses, and flows into the drum, the rattle and roar seeming to be just barely contained.

As Micheal lowers his ritual items he looks about still crying those tears of ritual magic, "I'm ready..." And follows the others inside.

He doesn't do alot inside the building at first. Citing at one point that, "Unleashing Thunder, and Storm inside these halls would do more harm then good, besides don't we want less killing right now? I hold the power of a storm in my hands." He had lifted his drum and tomahawk, "These would be almost as deadly as Red's gun."

As they went he had stopped to check in on Red, "You doing okay there Pretty Red Lady?" Okay maybe the adrenaline and the making a new ritual is making his mouth a little looser. But when she'd said she's okay he'd nodded and made his way forward. He'd trailed along, checking doors as they go, making sure those enemies that had been downed were downed and not just waiting for them to pass. He'd picked up one fellow along the way as he had been getting up to try and take a pot shot at Faye. And bodily...well bodied him into a wall then flipped him, First Nations fist fighting style into a window, smashing it then kicked him through into the room beyond, "No no you don't get to hurt my friends." He'd growled as he'd left glowing magical tears in his wake as he walked away.

He came in a little late to the room with the titan, "Defeat it? No, but I know a way I can slow it down. Manabozho, get me my whistle!" It's likely an interesting thing, when he forces his mental voice into the minds of the team there with him, "What I'm going to do, will likely burn out my magic for the next day or so, I may be utterly useless until I can get some rest. But bear with me my friends." He brought up his drum and struck a beat shouting, "Hoka!" And with the help of the thunder roar in his drum and the ritual magic he's stored up he begins to batter at the Titan with song and verse and music and magic. Manabozho seeming to know exactly when to bring the whistle to his lips and blow into it, the power of the eagle bone whistle, sending waves of additional magic through the magic stunning the beast for a time, "Whatever you're going to do, " Whiskeyjack called to the others. "Do it fast!"

It's already clear that it's taking every ounce of magic for Micheal to unleash the thunder and magic he is right now, the blue glow in his eyes already dimming.

Raven Squad: Second Storm (Military/Spy-Fi RP)

Dr. Freya, A warrior Goddess in Disguise

As the party continued and both Jamie and Freya realized that Skye had vanished, things continued. The party moved along. The siblings traded a look, and traded a near imperceptible nod. Ingwe seeming to be coming back to himself a little, "Oh my...to be able to spend such time with a beauty as you, thank you for that honor Freya, but I fear I must return to my work. It has been a true moment, one that I will treasure." He starts to move away then stops and spots his boss and Skye coming down, his boss looking a little out of it. Skye leaving the man to the side. Ingwe making his way towards his boss. The sibling looking about and it's Carl who comes up and speaking in Mohican mixed with broken English, "I think we'd better get ready to leave." Jamie in Russian mutters, "Something is off. Very off, Sister we should move." Freya's eyes narrowing her eyes on Pavel and Ingwe, "Shortly." She says in Danish.

It happens in slow motion as Ingwe arrives at Pavel's side, only for Pavel to slip off the bar and slam into the floor. AS the fire alarms go off and chaos begins to erupt, Freya flashes her hands in First Nations Sign Language, Here we go...follow my lead.

The trio, brother, sister and adoptive uncle all stride forward towards Pavel and Ingwe. And even as people are making their way to stairs and fire escapes the three get in close. Jamie moves forward and grabs Ingwe about the neck, and lifts. There's a gasp as the big African man fights for air at the chokehold. Carl isn't as big as Freya or Jamie but he's got a certain flare, a certain presence to him, and that pair of knuckledusters. He steps in and slams his fists knuckledusters in place into Ingwe's balls, causing the man to hunch, which gives Freya time to grab Ingwe by the face and lift him up, and that finishes with a sibling powered suplex, plowing Ingwe's shoulders and head into the ground.

The man lets out a hissing groan as he starts to pass out. The big African man as he loses consciousness gets to see people running now, as Freya stands over Pavel's body. Murder in her eyes, and he can distantly hear her saying, "You'd be so easy to just step on right now Andros, like a bug, under my heel. But, that's not going to happen." She's about to turn around when there's a bam. And Freya turns to see Jamie's driving a huge fist down on Pavel's ribs something popping and cracking, "You won't feel that right away." Carl hissing, "Enough you two, we need to get out. Freya you'll come with us for now. And we can drop you off somewhere else..." By then Ingwe passes out, but he'll remember this.

The trio make for the stairs, the few people who saw what they did, quelled by a triad of looks, two giants and an infamous soldier, no one will talk...right away.

They take the stairs far faster then any of the othe partygoers. On the way down Freya pressing the mic on one of her earrings, "Frigga here, making egress with Scion and Juggernaut Beta. I'll catch a ride with them off site, and meet up with everyone at the rendezvous point. How copy?" Carl shoulders open a door onto one of the lower floors so they can get out of the chaotic flow of those people trying to get out. Jamie coming out onto that level and pointing, "There! External Fire escape."

Soon the three are running down another few levels on one of those flimsy looking metal fire escapes, skirting the main press within.

Before long they are ground side, and trying to make themselves look disheveled enough to pass for just another trio trying to escape. Again skirting and passing the police asking for information, funny how a pair of giants can be so stealthy. It's a large custom-made truck that the three are soon piling into. Jamie squeezing into the driver seat, Freya on the passenger side and Carl in the back like a kid in a baby seat.

And soon a rumble as the powerful engine roars to life. And ignoring the flash of a hand torch as a cop trie sto wave them down. Jamie peels out, and into the beyond they go. As they drive Freya grumbles, "I should have crushed his skull." Jamie looking at her, "Gonna tell me the story of why you're so angry?" Carl groans, "Here we go..." And Freya starts to the story. There's an almighty roared, "You're fuckin' kidding me! Why didn't you!?" As the truck disappears into the darkness.

The Conflict

The man who Katerina spoke too looks at her with slightly unbalanced eyes, then whispers in French, "English? You're English? Where am I? Tourism Agency said I was going to Tamassa Resort. Ahhh...wait you say Hyena? Like the Dog things?" The person groans and rubs his head, then in broken English, "Was in a tour group...supposed to stop through here in Matanbai before heading East." The person sighs, "I went out with a couple of the other tour goers before our next flight, I...woke up here...I think 5 days ago...maybe?" The person groans then looks around as the sound of engines roar outside.

Hayden for his part looks over at the doors that lead into the courtyard courtroom. He narrows his eyes, "Too many ways in. We need a way out." He looks around then up at the courtyard rooftops, "Can we find a way out up there!?" He asks.

Another of the prisoners. In russian says, "What's going on? Is that a rescue party? Aren't you the rescue party?"

From outside the four mercs hear a faintly familiar voice, "Melani!? Hey big gal? Babe? Sugar baby? We gotta get out of here. The fighting is getting hot. CEO Baetaza is saying to grab anything and anyone we can and get out of the city!"

Hayden looks at the set of big doors Sean is covering, "Is that fucking Viktor?" He says, kind of recognizing the tone of the voice. He looks at his Bren then at the former hostages, then makes a snap descision atleast for himself. He turns and smacks his pistol into the hands of one of them that looks a little more with it, "You guys get out of here if you can, don't fight those guys coming in." He turns then and makes a beeline for one of the doors at the back of the courtyard, "Sean, Yak, Beth, here!" He heaves his foot back and kicks the door in.

And luckily it leads into a clear hallway. He turns and looks at the rest of the team, "Beat feet come on." And he slips into the hallway, moving with a tactical quickness but not fast enough so as to leave the team behind. His Bren held like one would properly in a situation like this, oh how he wishes he had a slightly shorter gun at this point. He finds a stairs, looking up it, "Come on...let's make for the roof.

In the courtyard the prisoners are still milling, looking lost. Not quite understanding that they just got lost. The guy with the pistol looks at it in confusion. And it's then that Viktor, with a tactical vest on his chest bursts into the courtyard shouting, "Melani where are you sugar ti...what...what are you all doing out of your cells? Where's Melani??" As if realizing something isn't right the men with Viktor start looking around.

A shout of, "Boss!"

Followed shortly by Viktor's horrfied and mournful shout of, "MELANI!"

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

*patiently waits for more posts*

The story can start and we can explore the world now.

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

Caelan Maxwell

"Okay...then...next!"

And a leap, a daring leap, first there was concrete, and the ledge of a building, and then nothing but air. 200 or more feet of air. Air cars racing above , street cars far beneath.

"Sir you are falling. Do you need assistance?"

The person rolled in the air, looking to their side, and one of the cities auto-remote assistance bots is pacing them.

The person cackles, "Naw! I'm fine lad!" The bot doesn't seem to believe him as it starts to catch up it's four long grasper arms reaching out.

"Alert upon your appropriation, you will be bill..."

The bot never got to finish, as the person spun around again, angled their hips, and with a bang a spike and a long high tensile wire lanced out. And moments before the bot tried to grab the person the spike bit into the far side building and the person is whisked off with a whoop. High and higher. Leaving the bot behind.

And the person climbs. Landing on the side of a building across the way, and the second of the two wire launchers fires, allowing the man to run up the side of the building while the first wire is detached from the building and spools back into the launcher. Reaching the end of the second wire, the other wire is fired. But soon the person has to duck onto a ledge and resume running as another bot approaches this time with blazing lights.

Yet still they climb even as the morning light begins to cut through the gloom.

Up up and up! Higher and higher.

The person hurdles the high fence over a sky walk, landing among the early morning pedestrians. The person keeps going, waving and calling, "Hi! Sorry just passing through!" And racing along the sky walk until they reach a good spot, climbing the safety wall, and with a push and a blast of the launcher, on they go swinging along and still climbing.

Right up until they reach a ledge and they are met with a TexCor, sec team in a low level hover truck. "What the hell do you...oh you feckin' Sk@ater prick! You've set off 20 alarms! We're taking you in! Hey were!" The person laughs, "Sorry lads guy has places to be." The man leaps, jumps off the top of the truck and then leaps out into the open again, soaring and doesn't seem like he's going to make anything until another fast moving hover car races by and the man catches it, "Bye!" He shouts as he's carried off, far enough that he uses his launcher again to climb even higher and before the driver notices him and activates the counter measures.

And finally, the man the Sk@te punk reaches his destination.

And Caelan Maxwell plops onto his rear at the apex of a hab spire, and watches as the first light of day reaches Mega-City One.

With a smile he nods, "Good morning folks, and welcome to another day in paradise!" With a blaze of light the Morris Road Sk@ter, gets up, and hurls himself off the building diving down with a woop of joy, before catching a ledge with his line launcher and off he goes, breakfast time, things to do.