If you guys have any friends or just know somebody who might be interested in this RP, invite him over I'd say! I really want to at least fill that ugly white spot on the map.
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Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
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Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
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What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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What frapet said.
Right, added something my last post to make Bastien disappear. For those who would like to do something with that behind the scenes, be my guest. Else he just dies on the battlefield or something.
What a boring day it had been thus far. *THUMP* No new customers, no exciting cases, nothing. *THUMP* Kepli let's out a sigh as the small as he catches the small leather ball that bounced off the door. Just as the gnome throws it again, the door opens. The ball hits Bjorn straight in the face and falls to the ground. Kepli scrambles up from his bed, quickly throwing a pillow over the various needles next to him. "Bjorn! My dear friend. To what do I owe this sudden visit?"
The dwarf his beard rumbles for a bit in anger, before calming down. Bjorn takes a couple of steps forward, kicking the small ball under the bed. "That bloody noise is getting on me nerves! Ya' might have drawn the shortest straw with patrols and are not out before sunset, but if ya' can't act properly, I'm kicking you out nevertheless." The dwarf folds his arms, awaiting a response... Which he doesn't get. Instead, the dwarfs get's a hazy look from Kepli, looking at the dwarf like he's made from mist or something. Bjorn his eyes twitch for a moment. "You're high as tits again!? That's it, lad!" The arm of the dwarf shoots forward, grabbing Kepli by the collar. He drags the gnome with him with ease, since the struggle Kepli puts up is rather pathetic. With one strong throw, the dwarf tosses the gnome out of the door, making him hit the stone streets rather hard. "And don't come back till ya' sobered up, you daft tool!" And with that, the door slams shut, leaving Kepli on the street.
The gnome wasn't entirely sure what happened until he hit the street. The impact had cleared his mind a bit at least. He get's up and checks himself over. Small bruises on the knees and a cut on his elbow. Nothing a doses of Pre-... Wait, shit. He didn't have his usual supplies anymore.
Kepli was the newest addition to the The Guard House on 22nd Cleaver Street. It had been rough adjusting to the new lifestyle. Whilst he tried to continue his practices of drug making, it had been rather though with the minimal supplies that were available.
A window on a higher floor opens up and Bjorns head sticks out. "Don't want to get you killed. Catch!" Something get's tossed out of the window and lands on Kepli... Hard... Ah, his leather tunic and belt. On a quick glance, several things appear to be missing from his belt. That bloody dwarf confiscated his syringes. Bah, nothing to do about it. He quickly pulls on the tunic and fastens the belt. He might as well walk around for a bit to clear his head.
The Slums always looked a lot prettier when on a drug fueled haze. So much more to see. A shame that the last thing he took wasn't nearly as strong as the stuff he usually made, so alas, the Slums looked like there usual bleak and dank selfs. Just as Kepli thought this walk was going to be another useless and boring time waster, a sound in the distance catches his attention. An explosion? Probably the fault of that stupid Goblin again, but nevertheless worth checking out.
With a quick, but careful sprint, Kepli makes his way over to the source of the explosion. After turning a couple of corners, he finally arrives in the Necropolitan district. His eyes quickly catch the sight of a known Thiefling. The gnome approaches, trying to mask his still somewhat dazed speech and eyes. "Balto! Lemme guess, our Goblin hard at work once more?"
The dwarf his beard rumbles for a bit in anger, before calming down. Bjorn takes a couple of steps forward, kicking the small ball under the bed. "That bloody noise is getting on me nerves! Ya' might have drawn the shortest straw with patrols and are not out before sunset, but if ya' can't act properly, I'm kicking you out nevertheless." The dwarf folds his arms, awaiting a response... Which he doesn't get. Instead, the dwarfs get's a hazy look from Kepli, looking at the dwarf like he's made from mist or something. Bjorn his eyes twitch for a moment. "You're high as tits again!? That's it, lad!" The arm of the dwarf shoots forward, grabbing Kepli by the collar. He drags the gnome with him with ease, since the struggle Kepli puts up is rather pathetic. With one strong throw, the dwarf tosses the gnome out of the door, making him hit the stone streets rather hard. "And don't come back till ya' sobered up, you daft tool!" And with that, the door slams shut, leaving Kepli on the street.
The gnome wasn't entirely sure what happened until he hit the street. The impact had cleared his mind a bit at least. He get's up and checks himself over. Small bruises on the knees and a cut on his elbow. Nothing a doses of Pre-... Wait, shit. He didn't have his usual supplies anymore.
Kepli was the newest addition to the The Guard House on 22nd Cleaver Street. It had been rough adjusting to the new lifestyle. Whilst he tried to continue his practices of drug making, it had been rather though with the minimal supplies that were available.
A window on a higher floor opens up and Bjorns head sticks out. "Don't want to get you killed. Catch!" Something get's tossed out of the window and lands on Kepli... Hard... Ah, his leather tunic and belt. On a quick glance, several things appear to be missing from his belt. That bloody dwarf confiscated his syringes. Bah, nothing to do about it. He quickly pulls on the tunic and fastens the belt. He might as well walk around for a bit to clear his head.
The Slums always looked a lot prettier when on a drug fueled haze. So much more to see. A shame that the last thing he took wasn't nearly as strong as the stuff he usually made, so alas, the Slums looked like there usual bleak and dank selfs. Just as Kepli thought this walk was going to be another useless and boring time waster, a sound in the distance catches his attention. An explosion? Probably the fault of that stupid Goblin again, but nevertheless worth checking out.
With a quick, but careful sprint, Kepli makes his way over to the source of the explosion. After turning a couple of corners, he finally arrives in the Necropolitan district. His eyes quickly catch the sight of a known Thiefling. The gnome approaches, trying to mask his still somewhat dazed speech and eyes. "Balto! Lemme guess, our Goblin hard at work once more?"
RAVEN GUARD REPORTING (if you'll have me that is)
I'd dig a series or movie about two space mercs, yeah. Like Firefly, but... grittier perhaps.
@Kho I'll come up with something. Do have to edit my last post though, for he has to be absent at the meeting then.
@Kho That is actually the smarter option. Good call. Hm... But I do not feel comfortable taking control of Bastien as that would be kinda weird... So who wants to murder Bastien? Or maybe he left after being treated so badly on the first day. Choices, choices.
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