I owed that post to a lot of people. It's the Inglorious Bastards moment we all were waiting for. Lot of Bavarian skulls are gonna get fucking mindblown.
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I've RP'd for the best part of over 14 years now here on the Guild, and particularly like military settings, both contemporary, past and near future. I have even dabbled in a little more experimental RPs, as well as created a plethora of 1x1s over my time in the guild. I like creating RPs with a distinct flavour- and often shift between narrative-led RPs to semi-randomised plots.
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
I'm pretty flexible and try and get back to people on ideas and responses, but sometimes, I may become very busy and it will take some time till I am un-busy- though I always come back!
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(Overdue. But I hope it makes up for it.)
(The song is very important. It adds something to this.)
Moving downstairs, Robert looked back at his group, nodding in agreement.
"Don't get too close to me. Pick a spot. And be ready. Don't be in the open, have cover close. This isn't going to be child's play, I'm afraid. Whatever you'll do, just make it so. And be ready to move to the lorry fast." Robert added, as he lit a cigarette, walking down, knowing they were set, and whatever plans they had suggested, he'd be on board with. Cover outside, cover inside, everyone here was gonna die apart from the staff and the people pulling off this heist. A lot of dead Nazis, Robert thought to himself.
Over the gramophone, a classical symphony by Grieg played, The Hall of the Mountain King, a part of a symphony. So far it was quiet, calm, in it's lull. And Robert didn't really like it, but could appreciate it sometimes, well, that wasn't his concern.
Sitting by Lausitz, Robert instantly caught the eye of the SS Officer, who stared at him, his men talking amongst themselves, as he looked over.
"You look well. Came back from the Eastern Front?" He said, his German relatively well refined, as Lausitz tutted. He knew what Robert was, and didn't like him. Almost wanted to arrest the fucking guy, if it wasn't for the intel that they had given. Lausitz knew the order went higher than him not to deal with Robert Fitzroy, as he looked towards the tiny window that sat above the door, a church tower in the distance, as he looked back at Lausitz.
"I did. Saw shit your weaseling kind would never see." He replied sternly, as he drank down his beer, burping after, clearing his throat.
"I don't have time for your bullshit, Fitz. It's my birthday. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want politics in here."
"Alright, alright. I mean, I was in Ulm, and the Abwehr wanted their business. Thought you wanted someone to stop by."
"Not fucking you. Like I said, piss off." Lausitz immediately had another glass in his hand, as Robert tutted, standing up, taking his own with him, another one of his subordinates, a Lieutenant of some sort, also standing up, looking like he was going to the gents room. Looking at his own watch, Robert's heart pounded. Syncronized, readied, prepared. There was music playing in the Tavern, something over a gramophone, it was classical German music.
"Alright. I do bid you a good evening, Herr Lausitz. Happy Birthday. I have a feeling.....you won't remember it tomorrow morning." With it, Robert stood, and his watch ticked, Lausitz looking across, bemused. Robert's face changed from a stony cold, to a wry smirk, as he knew what the hell was about to go down. Lausitz wasn't in the fray of things. He was just right where he had to be sat, and there was a thick wooden table right by his side. Lukasz was already coming through the kitchen, rounds chambered in the MG42, and in the bell tower, Valerie watched. The rest were out of harm's way.
The clock was ticking. And it went off right there, right then.
The bells rang, as Valerie depressed the trigger, the round flying through the air, the bells ringing and muffling the shot entirely, the round smashing the glass and continuing on, and finding the Seal's bald head, blasting through his temple and exploding out of his eyeball, hitting another man straight in the chest, as Robert drew his Luger, cleanly and double-tapping a Nazi in the head that sat next to him, before diving behind the table. And the symphony was at it's peak, violins blaring, as the other soldiers looked on confused, barely able to draw their pistols, one grabbing an MP40. Another sniper round entered that man's neck, a messy affair that blew up two glasses on the table, as Lukasz walked in.
"Spierdalaj!" *Fuck Off!* He yelled loudly in Polish, as he pulled the trigger, and the climax came to total silence, as the MG42 blared open.
If Robert or the others weren't on the floor, they'd be very dead, as Lukasz hosed down the soldiers, rounds flying into wood and the MG recoiling hard, as Lukasz chuckled, walking forwards, spraying into the crowd as a few took a potshot back at him. There were men sitting down, standing, whatever they were, they were very dead, and beginning to have their bodies have a higher lead content than usual, brass flying from the weapon as some were ragdolling, it was total madness, a few rounds prompting him and his gun beginning to overheat that maybe cover was a better idea. He dived back down behind a table, as Robert took out two more men, on the far side of the bar, the staff screaming as everyone took cover, got mown down, Robert seeing the Lieutenant by Lausitz's side grab a table knife and run towards him. A shot in the gut did it, but Robert didn't stop and neither did that man, running up to the German and turning the knife in his hands, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. Lukasz ran over, the MG overheated, and the others hosing the rest of the tavern down, shaking his head.
"You're doing it fucking wrong!" Lukasz forcibly took the knife, as Robert took cover, a round bouncing off the oak, as he shot back at a German in the other end, another soldier armed with an MP40, taking his time to aim before taking a steady shot, and knocking him dead. Lukasz meanwhile, had fun with the Lieutenant, pretty much ripping out his throat with a mere table knife, actually killing him rather than inflicting little more than a flesh wound. Blood spat out, as he roared, picking up the MG, looking down. Blood poured everywhere, in seats there were dead Germans, and it was an amazing orchestral clusterfuck. Another sniper round pinged out, bouncing off a wall, as the men on the other end knew they were being shot at, running outside....and that wouldn't end well for them, Robert thought to himself. Another avenue they had covered.
"Okay. Job's a good 'un. Let's get to the lorry and as they say in Hackney, rightfully fuck off, shall we."
(The song is very important. It adds something to this.)
Moving downstairs, Robert looked back at his group, nodding in agreement.
"Don't get too close to me. Pick a spot. And be ready. Don't be in the open, have cover close. This isn't going to be child's play, I'm afraid. Whatever you'll do, just make it so. And be ready to move to the lorry fast." Robert added, as he lit a cigarette, walking down, knowing they were set, and whatever plans they had suggested, he'd be on board with. Cover outside, cover inside, everyone here was gonna die apart from the staff and the people pulling off this heist. A lot of dead Nazis, Robert thought to himself.
Over the gramophone, a classical symphony by Grieg played, The Hall of the Mountain King, a part of a symphony. So far it was quiet, calm, in it's lull. And Robert didn't really like it, but could appreciate it sometimes, well, that wasn't his concern.
Sitting by Lausitz, Robert instantly caught the eye of the SS Officer, who stared at him, his men talking amongst themselves, as he looked over.
"You look well. Came back from the Eastern Front?" He said, his German relatively well refined, as Lausitz tutted. He knew what Robert was, and didn't like him. Almost wanted to arrest the fucking guy, if it wasn't for the intel that they had given. Lausitz knew the order went higher than him not to deal with Robert Fitzroy, as he looked towards the tiny window that sat above the door, a church tower in the distance, as he looked back at Lausitz.
"I did. Saw shit your weaseling kind would never see." He replied sternly, as he drank down his beer, burping after, clearing his throat.
"I don't have time for your bullshit, Fitz. It's my birthday. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want politics in here."
"Alright, alright. I mean, I was in Ulm, and the Abwehr wanted their business. Thought you wanted someone to stop by."
"Not fucking you. Like I said, piss off." Lausitz immediately had another glass in his hand, as Robert tutted, standing up, taking his own with him, another one of his subordinates, a Lieutenant of some sort, also standing up, looking like he was going to the gents room. Looking at his own watch, Robert's heart pounded. Syncronized, readied, prepared. There was music playing in the Tavern, something over a gramophone, it was classical German music.
"Alright. I do bid you a good evening, Herr Lausitz. Happy Birthday. I have a feeling.....you won't remember it tomorrow morning." With it, Robert stood, and his watch ticked, Lausitz looking across, bemused. Robert's face changed from a stony cold, to a wry smirk, as he knew what the hell was about to go down. Lausitz wasn't in the fray of things. He was just right where he had to be sat, and there was a thick wooden table right by his side. Lukasz was already coming through the kitchen, rounds chambered in the MG42, and in the bell tower, Valerie watched. The rest were out of harm's way.
The clock was ticking. And it went off right there, right then.
The bells rang, as Valerie depressed the trigger, the round flying through the air, the bells ringing and muffling the shot entirely, the round smashing the glass and continuing on, and finding the Seal's bald head, blasting through his temple and exploding out of his eyeball, hitting another man straight in the chest, as Robert drew his Luger, cleanly and double-tapping a Nazi in the head that sat next to him, before diving behind the table. And the symphony was at it's peak, violins blaring, as the other soldiers looked on confused, barely able to draw their pistols, one grabbing an MP40. Another sniper round entered that man's neck, a messy affair that blew up two glasses on the table, as Lukasz walked in.
"Spierdalaj!" *Fuck Off!* He yelled loudly in Polish, as he pulled the trigger, and the climax came to total silence, as the MG42 blared open.
If Robert or the others weren't on the floor, they'd be very dead, as Lukasz hosed down the soldiers, rounds flying into wood and the MG recoiling hard, as Lukasz chuckled, walking forwards, spraying into the crowd as a few took a potshot back at him. There were men sitting down, standing, whatever they were, they were very dead, and beginning to have their bodies have a higher lead content than usual, brass flying from the weapon as some were ragdolling, it was total madness, a few rounds prompting him and his gun beginning to overheat that maybe cover was a better idea. He dived back down behind a table, as Robert took out two more men, on the far side of the bar, the staff screaming as everyone took cover, got mown down, Robert seeing the Lieutenant by Lausitz's side grab a table knife and run towards him. A shot in the gut did it, but Robert didn't stop and neither did that man, running up to the German and turning the knife in his hands, stabbing him repeatedly in the chest. Lukasz ran over, the MG overheated, and the others hosing the rest of the tavern down, shaking his head.
"You're doing it fucking wrong!" Lukasz forcibly took the knife, as Robert took cover, a round bouncing off the oak, as he shot back at a German in the other end, another soldier armed with an MP40, taking his time to aim before taking a steady shot, and knocking him dead. Lukasz meanwhile, had fun with the Lieutenant, pretty much ripping out his throat with a mere table knife, actually killing him rather than inflicting little more than a flesh wound. Blood spat out, as he roared, picking up the MG, looking down. Blood poured everywhere, in seats there were dead Germans, and it was an amazing orchestral clusterfuck. Another sniper round pinged out, bouncing off a wall, as the men on the other end knew they were being shot at, running outside....and that wouldn't end well for them, Robert thought to himself. Another avenue they had covered.
"Okay. Job's a good 'un. Let's get to the lorry and as they say in Hackney, rightfully fuck off, shall we."
Markus only nodded, adjusting the cover on the Aimpoint, looking across at all those routes.
"All the direct routes are not going to be fun. Water is interesting....and if we get caught out there we're even more screwed. At a disadvantage. Either way, we have to deal with our recovery. Which isn't fun. We are a quiet presence, with a bit more skin than a usual SF outfit." Markus reminded Eric, as he looked at that ridge again, whistling quietly.
"Though that ridge gives us a overlook. And that pipe gives us an in. I suggest we try and split it up, use those two to our advantage. You set up on the ridge a rope and a rifle, using whatever you can for cover. I'll get into the pipe...it'll be messy, but puts me out . It might be dirty. But if done properly...we'll turn the place into a storm." Markus added, as he adjusted his position, clutching the MG36 tight, as he led the way, sliding the helmet down, leading the way slowly, sweeping the area.
"I see a route on the flank for you. I'll head for the pipe."
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Five minutes later, and Markus had waded through a small amount of shit, the small pipe lucky to be low in water, but it smelled like a fucking hellscape. Algal mats, and raw crap, it was incredible how fucking bad it was, and he was not a happy bunny, knee-deep as he sifted through the pipe, though it was right beneath the logging mill.
"I'm almost in position, Eric. I've got an end to the Shawshank Redemption...there's a ladder with a manhole. I'm going up. I'll rustle it, can you tell me where I am?" Markus added, stowing the MG onto his back, as he began to climb, pushing up his visor and feeling the urge. He chundered, keeping it as quiet as he could, retching from the smell as he continued up, coughing a little.
"Yeah, this was a better approach...." The KSK operator said to himself, as he moved to the top of the small ladder, rustling the top of the manhole. It was located off-centre to the main part of the mill, and relatively clear, as he knew that Eric had been moving around and into position.
"If I'm where I think I am....I'll move straight in, and start cutting throats. Be ready to open up. We're keeping this loud when we have to. Make sure we take out their main firepower and then the rest should clean itself up."
"All the direct routes are not going to be fun. Water is interesting....and if we get caught out there we're even more screwed. At a disadvantage. Either way, we have to deal with our recovery. Which isn't fun. We are a quiet presence, with a bit more skin than a usual SF outfit." Markus reminded Eric, as he looked at that ridge again, whistling quietly.
"Though that ridge gives us a overlook. And that pipe gives us an in. I suggest we try and split it up, use those two to our advantage. You set up on the ridge a rope and a rifle, using whatever you can for cover. I'll get into the pipe...it'll be messy, but puts me out . It might be dirty. But if done properly...we'll turn the place into a storm." Markus added, as he adjusted his position, clutching the MG36 tight, as he led the way, sliding the helmet down, leading the way slowly, sweeping the area.
"I see a route on the flank for you. I'll head for the pipe."
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Five minutes later, and Markus had waded through a small amount of shit, the small pipe lucky to be low in water, but it smelled like a fucking hellscape. Algal mats, and raw crap, it was incredible how fucking bad it was, and he was not a happy bunny, knee-deep as he sifted through the pipe, though it was right beneath the logging mill.
"I'm almost in position, Eric. I've got an end to the Shawshank Redemption...there's a ladder with a manhole. I'm going up. I'll rustle it, can you tell me where I am?" Markus added, stowing the MG onto his back, as he began to climb, pushing up his visor and feeling the urge. He chundered, keeping it as quiet as he could, retching from the smell as he continued up, coughing a little.
"Yeah, this was a better approach...." The KSK operator said to himself, as he moved to the top of the small ladder, rustling the top of the manhole. It was located off-centre to the main part of the mill, and relatively clear, as he knew that Eric had been moving around and into position.
"If I'm where I think I am....I'll move straight in, and start cutting throats. Be ready to open up. We're keeping this loud when we have to. Make sure we take out their main firepower and then the rest should clean itself up."
@AtomicNut
It was granted to Garlan because half the Florents ripped themselves apart in a pretty bitter war (ie. going with Stannis), and in that sort of situation, I imagine Garlan wouldn't have half treated him well or would have killed him when coming to basically claim it :P . He is a pleasant person most of the time, but if someone is in his way, Reachman or otherwise, I'd imagine something would have gone down.
It was granted to Garlan because half the Florents ripped themselves apart in a pretty bitter war (ie. going with Stannis), and in that sort of situation, I imagine Garlan wouldn't have half treated him well or would have killed him when coming to basically claim it :P . He is a pleasant person most of the time, but if someone is in his way, Reachman or otherwise, I'd imagine something would have gone down.
@AtomicNut@MrDidact
Welcome to my world, House Tyrell is relatively broad but try writing ALL of it. There's five main characters I follow around (and that's not properly counting Amber Redwyne in Alerie's service, who I should do a CS for but don't, nor Alys ((youngest sister of Merlin/Ellion/Alerie) who is 13, yet is insignificant as she's just a girl in learning, not crucial to the schemes or ploys of the House)- and that covers pretty much the main branch of the family, the rest don't get covered because they won't add much, or shouldn't need to. The trick is to understand that it's got to have depth alongside breadth- writing detail to understand the inner workings of a house, and why characters in this chaotic, dynamic feedback loop think they way they do, and use what they have to get what they're looking for. Ellion likes to be a general prick, while Willas has the capacity to rule with kindness yet pragmatism that gets shit done. It's giving them depth yet the breadth that weaves them together as characters (see the interactions between Alerie and Ellion for that matter), and giving even just overviews or general development into each character as a cohesive whole is difficult to do. I enjoy it though- I really like playing the Tyrells to be honest, but I do feel like I should venture outside my comfort zone and write up another character at some point who's a bit more edgy/has nothing to lose.
I'm going to try to write a solo post today, as I can't collab at all with people (at an event)- something to give Merlin's perspective I feel.
Welcome to my world, House Tyrell is relatively broad but try writing ALL of it. There's five main characters I follow around (and that's not properly counting Amber Redwyne in Alerie's service, who I should do a CS for but don't, nor Alys ((youngest sister of Merlin/Ellion/Alerie) who is 13, yet is insignificant as she's just a girl in learning, not crucial to the schemes or ploys of the House)- and that covers pretty much the main branch of the family, the rest don't get covered because they won't add much, or shouldn't need to. The trick is to understand that it's got to have depth alongside breadth- writing detail to understand the inner workings of a house, and why characters in this chaotic, dynamic feedback loop think they way they do, and use what they have to get what they're looking for. Ellion likes to be a general prick, while Willas has the capacity to rule with kindness yet pragmatism that gets shit done. It's giving them depth yet the breadth that weaves them together as characters (see the interactions between Alerie and Ellion for that matter), and giving even just overviews or general development into each character as a cohesive whole is difficult to do. I enjoy it though- I really like playing the Tyrells to be honest, but I do feel like I should venture outside my comfort zone and write up another character at some point who's a bit more edgy/has nothing to lose.
I'm going to try to write a solo post today, as I can't collab at all with people (at an event)- something to give Merlin's perspective I feel.
@AtomicNut
I would work on another character, but I think I've got a handful so far with my lot. Gonna need to figure it out tbh.
Sounds like yours are all a hoot- that remmnant R'hlor stuff is interesting though...might be a form of worship that perhaps the commoners look to use in the fact that there's a lot of mysterious shit going on in the Reach.
I would work on another character, but I think I've got a handful so far with my lot. Gonna need to figure it out tbh.
Sounds like yours are all a hoot- that remmnant R'hlor stuff is interesting though...might be a form of worship that perhaps the commoners look to use in the fact that there's a lot of mysterious shit going on in the Reach.
@BigPapaBelial
I'm currently away up north right now- so I'm finding it a little tricky to type out a post. I'll work on something either this week or the next.
I'm currently away up north right now- so I'm finding it a little tricky to type out a post. I'll work on something either this week or the next.
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