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Light of the West ~ Caldara and Narvi

Name: Narvi Rockbeard



Age: 123

Race: Dwarf

Equipment: A set of half plate armour, 2 Dwarven hand axes, rations pack, canteen, 1 Dwarven throwing axe, an elaborate wooden elf pipe, a small pouch of pipe weed and a small purse of gold.

Attribute: Narvi is a mercenary, when he isn't fighting for an employer he is training. He is an adept at melee and has a decent throwing arm. As well as this he is quite the persuasive Dwarf, thanks to years of getting discounts with more ‘open’ women and cheaper pipe weed.

Biography: Narvi was born in the Iron Hills to a mercenary father and a tavern wench mother. He never had much money but any gold that the family did make went on giving him everything he needed. Learning to read and write from his mother, he used to go out and spar with his father; and his father’s company. When Narvi was quite little his mother passed away for illness and so his father started taking him on the tours. It was on these tours that Narvi found his love for fighting. Although not a full mercenary he would train with the men and helped them prepare for fight. On his seventy fifth birthday Narvi signed with his father’s company and soon had his first taste of real battle. After many years of fighting his father was mortally wounded and Narvi quit to care for his father in his final hours, back in the Iron Hills. When his father finally passed away Narvi decided that he was done in the Iron Hills and with the company. Instead he joined Dain Ironfoot on his mission to secure the Lonely Mountain. During the Battle of Five Armies Narvi joined the Dwarven forces as they broke out and took the fight to the goblins. He fought alongside Thorin and his company however was not close enough to stop Thorin’s fatal blow. After the battle Narvi spent some time helping to rebuild the mountain and Laketown. However as the Dwarves moved on he was left behind to help secure the mountain. Soon this became tiresome and Narvi wished to be out and fighting again. Setting out as a freelance mercenary Narvi is making his way towards the Lonely Mountains in search of a share of its hidden treasures and to return it to its former glory.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

The United States of America

"Tariffs!? They send a message from the god damned Emperor over tariffs!? Why do they care so much? This is a mockery of us. We need to answer back, we are well within our rights to change OUR tariffs as we please. They go above themselves to tell us how to run our business." The Secretary of State, George Mathews, continued his angry rhetoric for a good five more minutes before he finally returned to one of the large sofas in the Oval Office. Mathews was a fierce lobbyist for the small percentage of ant-east citizens, however he was kept in check by the President and other members of the Cabinet. As the room fell silent President Lincoln rose from his chair by the biggest desk in the White House. He wasn't a huge man but he managed to emit an aura of power, authority and presence. He was not a man to be argued with. Hell, he had just won a civil war. The trademark hat hung on a stand to the side so the President looked shorter than in public however he was still taller than most of the men in the room.

"I hope you are done now George, the fact is the rise in tariffs directly affects their income. I'm not going to repeal the change and I am not going to raise it any further. The move is calculated and the extent of the tariffs is not extreme. The fact is Japan and China need to be curtailed from our economy, but certainly not excluded. They still are powerhouses and the biggest suppliers of Blue Coal in the world. Let's be sensible now. Antagonising the Rising Sun achieves nothing. Now control yourself and we can move onto other business." Mathews raised an eyebrow and retorted.

"So we're not responding to the letter?"

"No, we are not. Tariff policy is our prerogative and we will not be dictated too, that will not be dignified with a response. If the Japanese feel that strongly then they can send a party to discuss this. If they don't then it is nothing more than warning shots here." And with that President Lincoln pulled out a number of other files. The first was on the arrival of the next shipment of Blue Coal from Commonwealth of Australia. "It seems the Commonwealth is honouring their deal with us, the next shipment should arrive soon. I want a small party to greet them and then get the Blue COal onto a train as soon as possible. That stuff is vital now and we need it to start rebuilding immediately." Tristan Marks, the Secretary of the Interior, stood and and spoke to the President.

"I have already allocated a number of carriages of a cargo train, as well as that a timetable has been drawn up and tested that will allow the train a non-stop journey, whilst providing minimum delays to the everyday planner." The President nodded.

"Thank you Tristan. Finally, I have one more thing to discuss with George. The rest of you can return to your Departments." With that the men around the room begun to file out. It was only a small council of the Cabinet and so it wasn't long until the President was alone with George Mathews. "George, I want you to get into contact with the Dutch embassy. We have details to discuss. In terms of square miles they are small but they are also rich in rare and valuable resources. Contact the embassy. I want King Willem III to make a diplomatic visit to us. It is better that he hears a proposition from me, rather than from one of his own diplomats. Can you make this work?" With that George Mathews simply nodded and stood.

"Thank you, Mr President." Leaving Mathews immediately returned to his department. Drafting a telegram he had it sent to the Dutch Embassy, outlining a visit to the US and the propositions surrounding this deal.

Time's are Changing - Steampunk NRP set in the 1800s

I will be getting a post up later. Also Alfhedil if you want some sort of economic prescence in the US thats fine, mind PMing me the extent??? :) also since i just wanna say i have fooled around at Buckingham...those guards are on you like a fly on a shit :)

An Eagle in The Ashes (Name Needed)

Definately interested. What sort of background is this. Are we looking at a rag tag band of survivers with no real military background. Or something else??? Because i dont want an RP where everyone is a ex-marine/soldier who goes around with big guns and a marksmens accuracy.

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Jack's face was a shade of white when Rufus had come forward, however after Alex was done it was simply ghostly. He had just shot him!? Jesus christ. Jack had seen a share of death since the outbreak but that didn't stop it haunting him and he hadn't been witness to twp humans. He had only seen foghts woth thw things. All sense of sobriety returned to Jack and his hands begun to shake as he ran his hands through his hair and tried to think straight. Even before the outbreak he had witnessed violence, and new how to cover it up. But he had never killed a man.

"Shit. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Okay so someone is going to be here shortly. And we cannot be around for that. Firstly, since we might as well, check them for anything valuable. Rufus was a dick but he had some good stuff." With that Jack looked around, the alley was mucky and there was clearly two pairs of bootprints leading back to the bar-n. Grabbing a wooden pallet from the trash he used it to wipe out any and all evidence of their bootprints, before hurling the pallet into another nearby alley. Turning back to the bodies he stepped forward and grabbed the mans knife. Jamming it into the other lackeys throat. Scratching around very un-clinically he dragged the round out and pocketed it. He then looked down. Blood now covered his hands and stains had appeared on his jacket. Turning back he looked down at the one lackey still alive. He knew Jacks name.

"Deal with him. Can't have a witness knowing my name." He had heard an old boss say that once, though was naive and didn't realise its meaning then. It made him sick to think of what he had just saod, but times were tough now. Sighing he leant down and searched through Rufus himself. He couldn't bear to look at the situation now. Pulling out Rufus' knife he thentn pulled out a small satchet of a white powder and a clip of ration cards. Taking all three items Jack then wandered over to the side of the alley.

"So we cant go straight back too mine. Follow this alley and then take a right, then a left and then walk through the small shack with the red roof. On the other side is a slightly main path so watch for guards. Go across and through a camp of tents. I will meet you in there to take you back to mine. And if you can avoid being spotted, my friends around here wont rat on me, but you. Hell you look scary as fuck, they would rat on you." Woth that Jack walked up the alley and turned left. He had a different route.

The Thief and the Redcoat (Gowia and Kimi)

No worries, wasn't gunna leave you in the dark. I do enjoy RPing with you though so I shall keep this saved so I can get in contact soon :)

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

Try and create a little action I think...

Days Gone By, A Zombie Roleplay

The drink was really starting to make Jack's head spin, the moonshine kicking in, and after sacking the mans hand he had to half listen, half stumble out of the door. Slumping to the side e fell down in the muck besodes the ntrance and hung his head between his legs. Shuddering he felt his body quiver and then vomited between his legs. The expulsion was mostly a dark looking goo, from the drink, and Jack felt better as he stood, avoiding to get any on his clothes. Already his stomach was calming down and the night air felt more brisk and less dulled. Sighing he then turned back to his new companion.

"Okay, well I got a knife, some drink, a lot of fags, a sleeping bag and half rations for tomorrow. Oh and a couple of lighters. If you can get me a gun, I would be eternally grateful, however if not that then just use your imagination. Something useful but not obvious. A spear for example is no use." With that Jack started walking down a small alley way. Outside the bar very few people were to be found, except slightly lighter drinkers, and so the way was mostly clear. This was Jack's usual way home and whilst it didn't command spectacular views, it did indeed get him home whilst avoiding guards. Which probably wouldn't be too happy on his condition, or his friends armaments. Turning another corner Jack was smiling.

"It seems we didn't run into Ru-" Jack was cut off. A bear of a man appeared from the shadows, flanked by two weedy looking men. Each man bore a knife and a club, and was dressed in all black, except from a red bandana they wore over their mouth, like a half balaclava. Rufas was the ear, he was burly and fat at the same time. Though he didn't move too well. His sidekicks were grunty and stumpy, nicknames of course but it didn't take away from the fact they could smack the shit out of most. They ran most of the back alleys in the camp and took a 'toll' for the service.

"What do we have here boys? Old Jacko out for a midnight stroll is he. You owe me two weeks toll Jack. Where's my money?" The two goons laughed like rats and Rufus was smiling widely as he stepped forward. Clearly they had no intention to leave Jack and his acquaintance alone.

An Age of Empires [Low Fantasy - Advanced]

Just got a PM about this...thought I had done but...I am pulling out. RP looked great and a lot of fun but it is very advanced and recent test results at college weren't great so I can't commit to this as I should. Perhaps if this is still going in the future I may inquire to rejoin. Cheers, and apologies.

The Thief and the Redcoat (Gowia and Kimi)

I'm really sorry but I am not getting into this as I did before. I can't get past an apparent writers block and my head is not in it for this setting. Apologies but I am gunna have to call it quits :/