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Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The route beyond the cliff face he'd just passed deviated slightly. He could see a slope moving up toward a small outcropping of rock, not naturally formed either. Large stones had been placed, similarly to a wall, at the top of the incline, with a gap in the middle to move through. On his direct left there was a cave entrance with a heavy greatshield set into the wall beside it. He could see something inside of the cave, a huddled mass that might be a figure.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The imp hopped from clawed foot to clawed foot as it raised its catalyst to prepare another fireball. And whilst it was distracted, Eldarin's shot struck true, striking the little blighter right in the chest and pinning it to the wall. It dropped its catalyst and its fingers grabbed at the arrow in its chest as it attempted to pull it out. The small creature finally perished with blood dripping down the canyon walls.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Woot, good thing I got a character for situations like this.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

Am I too late to possibly get in on this?

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The imp deftly dodged the thrown dagger as it clattered into the canyon wall, flying above him with its fork in one hand. The demon's wings and small size would make it an irritating target, but once it landed on a nearby shield, he could properly take a shot at it.

Dystopian Grand Prix

So our illustrious GM is not only still active, he is also applying for other RPs.
Yeah i'm feeling disrespected right about now.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Woopwoop.
I might post a secondary character idea i've had here sooner or later, no plans to add until i'm allowed, I just thought it as a neat way to possibly expand Tortoise's story. So for now it'd just be reading material.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

His fast movement brought him right to the precipice of the flat ground, just as the imp's catalyst finished charging and it flung another fireball in his direction.

Old Glory reboot (Sci-fi/Western)

The saloon, also known as the "Dead Horse" complete with a fitting sign of a horse's head with cartoon x's in its eyes, wasn't too packed for this time of day. The place sure smelt musty, a certain aging and the slakestone walls when mixed with alcohol. Inside it was more or less what you'd expect from this kind of place, old wooden flooring, mostly scrap stuff by the looks of how different each board was from the ones surrounding it, a stone bar with stools set up before it, a few assorted tables with various men drinking from glasses and playing cards. A piano also stood in the corner, but at present was unmanned and looking somewhat forlorn without its player. He didn't get too much attention from the locals when he strolled in, they were all too busy.

At the bar himself, he found a bartender dressed up smart with a balding noggin, standing in front of a line of glasses on the shelf and a few choice selections of alcohol. To the right side of the bar, he could see a wanted board of various bounties and criminals, put up by the Hunter's Association. If he wanted bounty work, this was where he'd find it.

"What'll it be, pal?" the bartender greeted him. "Perhaps some Licorashe Beer or Cider? Or you want something stiffer?" He kept an amiable air to him, the guy probably got tips often enough to make him this happy about a run of the mill job.

Schism: Blood of Heroes

Damn. His molecular structure was a bit more durable than Tortoise suspected, he only got through half his wrist... but, he'd still made him drop the gun and turned the tables of their little stand off, so he'd call that a success. Now the skeleton was claiming he'd come quietly... a likely story, Wilbur wasn't too convinced. Some villains had done this in the past, claim to come quietly before launching a counter attack of some sort. It was a classic move... but, if he was going to follow through on it, Tortoise would keep him in his sights whilst he did so.

"Alright." Wilbur spoke up. "Release the officer immediately, raise your hands over your head and let our boys in blue handle the rest. Try anything and my laser's next shot will go through your neck." He addressed him, old routines clicking perfectly into place. If they could take him peacefully and contain him properly, it'd be a great achievement for their Splinter group... but he was still uncertain about this skeleton.

He also shot Jack a smile behind them... he hoped he wouldn't do anything rash to ruin the situation when they could end it so perfectly.