Grothnor

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Honored Brother said
Waiting for other people to post first.

Same.

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Okay, fixed my post. Is it fixed enough?

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On the topic of tech levels: How about different nations have different technology levels. I figure Lendria and Cerania are lagging a bit since most of their time and money gets spent fighting each other.

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Guilty Spark said
It in no way reflects the layout of Kalesian forces, or actions taken in else's posts.

Hmm... okay. I'll see what I can do. Voiding my post until I can get a better one out.

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I'm working on background info on Lendria and Cerania.

Guilty Spark said
@Grothnor, you're going to have to revise that post.

Umm... how so? Because I might have already done so.

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Kareth
Tournament Grounds

Kareth had been in enough bad situations to know when things were really going belly up, and this was one of them. From what he could gather from the panicking citizens, someone had invaded the city, and most of them were saying it was from the east. His belongings were still in the Tavern, and he hesitated for a moment trying to decide to get his belongings or simply run for the north shore and get on a boat, somehow. He decided that running into soldiers wasn't worth his belongings, and that if he really needed to survive afterwards, he was well equipped to take what he needed by force. He he had a dim view of mercenaries who turned to banditry, but fully understood their plight: warriors will do anything to survive.

As he followed the crowds north, he felt a strange sensation, like he was being watched. He didn't know where he got that feeling, seeing as he was surrounded by people, but it made him uneasy. Kareth tightened his grip on his spear as he pushed onwards towards the docks.

Pirate Age

*Ray stares at the .gif intensely.* "What is this? I don't look like a cat. Why am I a cat? Why is he playing the same three notes over and over again? That cat is playing a very terrible song. Seriously. Wait, are you saying that I'm a bad musician? You dare mock my musicianship?! " *Takes off a glove and slaps AkiBlue with it.* "I challenge you to a duel, good sir."

Also, nice, Banba.

Pirate Age

I think its pretty crazy and just plain awesome that we have our own website.

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Well, I actually can join the tourney, so that's what I'm doing.

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Kareth arrived at the tavern he was staying at and found it mostly deserted. He wondered for a moment but remembered. “Damn! The coronation is today!” Kareth didn't want to miss the event; it wasn't every day a new king was crowned, it didn't matter that he wasn't his king. The stressful situation at the church made him completely forget the coronation was today. He put on his chainmail vest, then his breastplate, gauntlets and greaves before strapping his second shortsword to his belt, his shield to his back and took his spear in his hands. Grabbing his helmet, he headed towards the coronation, hoping not to miss it.

Unfortunately, he missed most of it. He cursed under his breath when the crowd roared at the naming of the new King. After the cacophony died down, the new King introduced the Spectator Tournament, and Kareth's lips curled. A thousand gold coins could set him up for years. He started pushing his way through the crowd and towards the tourney grounds.