Dusty

AETERNUM ~The Tyrant's Call~ (FULL)

I am interested, and I can promise decent and consistent activity.

AETERNUM ~The Tyrant's Call~ (FULL)

I'm intrigued, I even have a basic idea for a character. Are you wanting an initial OC outline to review before you confirm who will be participating?

Star Wars: The Outer Rim Onslaughts

Fair enough, my interest stands whatever you decide.

Star Wars: The Outer Rim Onslaughts

I’ve been wanting to do a Star Wars RP for awhile. So I’m interested enough to keep an eye on it.

Personally, and this is just something I’d prefer, I’d rather have it set at the height of the Empire’s power. More people are familiar with this time period as well, which could help garner more interest. Still BBY of course, but not so far back as 400 BBY

in absentia (uncharted jungle island, survival, drama) high cas

I’m intrigued as well, count me as interested.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world!

@Drinky @PooHead189

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Scribbling down his name in a flowery hand the young Breton left the Estalian to deal with the growing crowd of likeminded mercenary aspirants. He dallied in the common room sipping wine and observing his new company with curious reservation. Their speech was oft to accented and swift to understand in full, and the Breton only managed to catch a word or two of the conversations as he picked at his dinner. Eventually the Estalian man Severo called their attention outlining their first task and starting time, much to Frans Vou’s delight. It seemed no time would be wasted, with a prompt assemblage the next morning. Deciding to retire for the evening early, Frans Vou ascended the tavern’s wooden stair, meeting his page Adrian on the second floor landing. The boy handed over a heavy cast iron key, giving his knight a respectful bow.

“Zee second room on zee left is made up for you sir. Zee best in zee inn as zee monsieur requested.”

Accepting both key and directions Frans Vou left young Adrian with instructions to have the horse and mules ready by five o’clock tomorrow morning, before entering his quarters. The rooms here were dingy, not befitting Bretonnian nobility, but at least it beat a tent and cloak. Unbuckling his sword belt Frans Vou laid it gently down at the foot of his bed, resting upon his knees on the moldy wooden floor, head bowed in silent veneration. For a full two minutes he remained this way, his thoughts and prayers directed towards the Lady of the Lake in this short moment of reverence.

Rising Frans Vou took up his sword and set it upon the nightstand before reclining upon the bed. Blowing out the bedside lantern and kicking off his boots Frans Vou slipped away, the muffled sounds from the bar thrumming in his ears.

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The next morning Frans Vou awoke early, washing and dressing before taking an early breakfast in the kitchen. His actions were those of routine, and before long he met Adrian and Moreu in the stables, taking the bridle of his steed from the page. Leading both horse and servants from the stables Frans Vou’s blue eyes alighted upon the gathering party on the path outside the Limping Nag. Raising his hand in greeting Frans Vou made his way over to them, his companions staying at a respectful distance, awaiting any further instructions.

“A fair day indeed monsieur nains. Monsieur Severo, monsieur… Vlad was it?” Striding to a halt the young Breton cast a reserved downward glance at Balgrim and Drimbold. Even dismounted the top of the dwarves heads just barely exceeded Frans Vou’s waist, and their stubby unproportioned legs did not grant the knight much confidence. He’d heard tales of course, which described the short bearded men as much more then what met the eye. But Frans Vou could not keep the note of contempt completely from his voice as he addressed, what seemed to him an obvious concern. “Pardon moi asking monsieur nains, but I see no beast of burden to carry zee. Ou do zou intend to keep pace? I suspect our journey will be long and tiring, and time will be of zee essence, no? Surely zou does not intend to run zee entire way.”

Animorphs: The Reckoning

Let's just get right to it.

Avatar: the Legend of the Lost

Lower Ring Ba Sing Se, Northeast

@Rokoran

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Twilit shadows spread like the plague, enveloping Huo Ling in their gloomy embrace. Fortune seemed to be in a foul mood to match the darkening sky. Consequently, perhaps predictably, Huo’s attempt to locate one airbender in Ba Sing Se was proving to be a formidable task, misfortune or no. Not that Huo’s tactics were foolproof either. The Fire Islands teen ambled down the dirty alleys and near abandoned streets asking random pedestrians if they’d seen a man selling lychees or an airbender. The former resulted in success far more often than the latter, but the name Gonshu didn’t often ring any bells. There were numerous fruit sellers’ folk knew of, but hardly anyone could recall the name of their local cart merchants, and even if by some chance they did, they were never the right person. Numerous Li’s, Gu’s, Tai’s, and Benhei’s sold lychees, but so far no Gonshu’s. Nonplused Huo continued her dogged journey combing downtown Ba Sing Se, footsore and weary from the long day’s efforts.

At least the streets were clearing out. The people of the lower ring didn’t share the resolute denial of the middle-ringers, and as soon as night began to fall the poor folk took to their homes, fearful of thugs taking advantage of the dark hours and general unrest. Huo herself began to take notice of a few undesirables, hooded ruffians leering out at her from the alleyways. Like sharks sniffing for blood in the water. Flexing her fingers Huo mostly ignored them, but stayed towards the center of the road just in case. A single accurately launched rock from the darkness could lay a person out cold, and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with right now.

A commotion drew Huo attention at that moment, accompanied the sound of a nearby bell. A small detachment of city watchmen and An’s soldiers sprinted past, a half dozen or so of them, seemingly in a rush to get wherever they needed to be. The one in the front held a lit lantern, and the firelight shone bright on Huo’s face as they ran by. “Get to your home girl, there’s about to be trouble.” The growled order had a note of seriousness to it, and Huo didn’t doubt for a second that there would be trouble afoot, soon enough.

“I’ll get right on that sir.” She muttered, shielding her eyes from the glare. The force moved away, clearly not intent on enforcing a curfew, merely suggesting it. At least, that’s how Huo saw it. The night was still young, and despite her worn feet Huo felt an irresistible curiosity to know what this ‘trouble’ might be. She was about to take off after the soldiers when a lone figure jogged past, seemingly matching her intentions to follow them. He was a young man, well built with a complexion that was hard to make out in the twilight, but Huo could’ve sworn he hailed originally from the Fire Islands, the same as her. Trotting to keep pace she reached up and tapped this stranger on the shoulder, who’s name, unbeknownst to her, was Zhen. “Hey there tall guy. You don’t happen to know what’s going down do you? One of ‘em said there was going to be trouble, and he looked serious about it too. Like pentapox epidemic serious.” Huo tilted her head, angling her ears to get a better read on the mysterious bell’s reverberations. “They’re headed straight for that chime too. Reckon it’s an alarm of some kind?”

Miraculous America

Storming up behind the distracted teacher Serpentine squared off against him with two of her mirages, waiting for the opening. Mr. Johnsen reared back, frustration burning in his squinty eyes as he swung, his whip cracking, the leather ends streaking through light and sound alone. Obviously torn between continuing his bout against Furitta or the Serpentines he left himself open. Darting forward Serpentine closed the short distance separating her from the teacher, effectively defusing the danger of the whip. Delivering a series of punches Serpentine grinned as Mr. Johnson staggered, his narrow face contorted in fury – no wait, that is victory! Serpentine felt the blow connect before she saw it, Mr. Johnson’s rapid backhand swing connected with her lower jaw, sending her into a literal triple spin. Vertigo washed over her and she didn’t know which way was up, and which way was down, the room became a blur of writhing human bodies. But Serpentine wasn’t done yet. Landing hard on all fours the snake-themed hero gritted her teeth taking a moment to regain orientation before extending her foot and delivering a powerful kick to Mr. Johnson’s spindly legs, just below the knee.

The man’s knee’s buckled and he fell, plummeting forward onto Serpentine like a collapsing building. Serpentine squirmed to escape, bringing her arms into play to act as shields as villain and hero continued to brawl on the ground, weapons forgotten. Serpentine struggled in desperation, trying to throw Mr. Johnson off too little avail. Her face became the target to repeated blows, and to make matters worse her miraculous was beeping away, she only had minutes to spare! This attacted his attention, and he reached for the miraculous pinning Serpentine down with his other arm.

“Furitta, get the whip!” Serpentine exclaimed, her hands closing around Mr. Johnson’s wrists, trying to control them. In response the full grown man extended his arms to full length, easily negating that plan. But also freeing Serpentine. Placing both her feet against the teacher’s waist Serpentine kicked herself clear, sliding across the lounge’s floor, reassembling an oversized shuffleboard disk. Pushing herself upright, she waited on baited breath to see if Mr. Johnson or Furitta would secure the abandoned whip first.

Animorphs: The Reckoning

I think the three of us might be the only active ones left, one of y'all should post.