Putting in my interest. I'm not actually sure if I will have time for this, but I've always got a hankering for Fire Emblem stuff.
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There's not much about me to say.
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
I was born in December 1998, and I've been doing Forum RP since 2011. I live in Southeast Asia-- the Philippines (GMT +8:00) in particular, so if I'm not around, I'm probably asleep or otherwise busy. I mostly do Group RPs and Tabletop Games (off-site). I've never been in a 1x1 RP, but some of the premises seem interesting enough.
I like Fantasy, Sci-fi, and certain Anime settings. I do shy away from certain genres as a matter of preference (historical, slice-of-life, grimdark, etc), and if I know nothing about a fandom setting in question, I'm far less likely to throw my hat in the ring-- but if the premise is interesting enough, I may give it a shot regardless.
I like to be relatively active, though life gets in the way sometimes. If you're lurking and are trying to get me to post, if you want to be a mutual friend, or if you want to invite me to a specific RP, just let me know...I don't bite. So long as you aren't rude, we'll get along just fine, and even then, I may extend a sort of professional courtesy between us as writers.
With that out of the way, if you're here, you're probably looking for more of my writing. Thankfully, I've recently compiled a list of my characters (with links to their respective RPs) from this site. If you want to check them out, the link is here.
If you made it this far, thanks for reading! May the RPs you're in be of an acceptable posting speed, and eventually, come to end on a decent conclusion...
...A man can dream, eh?
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Still here!
Good question. Well, I'll be around for things either way, I suppose, though I've been busier lately. Hope we're still alive, though.
Balthazar was silent, not speaking a word until the young swordsman was finished speaking. The old man mentally catalogued every pertinent bit of information and filed away everything else. Thankfully, Acrius was at the very least thorough in his report, and by the end of it, the spymaster simply scoffed.
"I will not mince words. It was foolish of you to leave that job to a bystander like that. You had no way of trusting them, and his Majesty paid the price." He said plainly. "In that situation, you should have put the Prince's safety above all else."
"In any normal instance, you would be tried for failing to protect the Prince, however..."
The old man then sighed. "...The fault does not lie squarely upon your shoulders. If it is as you say, Naysein should have done something, and the other members of the Royal Guard should have been there to assist. Even the Prince was careless." He explained. "And moreover, despite my informants telling me otherwise, it seems this 'advisor' to the Orc Chief is able to field his own team of assassins." They weren't exactly good assassins (in a team of nine, six captured in a single mission is an impressively bad track record)... but as far as unexpected weapons went, they certainly were able to accomplish their goals, even if at least partially.
Balthazar pondered this. He cannot afford to waste resources on punishment, and despite Acrius' shortcomings, it would be foolish to put aside such an asset merely to assuage his bruised ego.
"...I will speak to Naysein and Faira. In the meantime, you are to stand guard over the Prince as he recovers." It was a boring job, but a necessary one. "His oath to the gods and his paladin training will protect him from the worst of the poison, but in his weakened state, he is still vulnerable."
The old man's steely-grey eyes were focused with intent. An implicit threat was hanging in the air.
Do not fail me again.
With that, the man turned to the Drow. "...as for you, Zatana..." He looked to her, and then to the prison cells down the hall. Balthazar's grin was nearly sadistic.
"...I believe it's best if you get to work quickly."
"I will not mince words. It was foolish of you to leave that job to a bystander like that. You had no way of trusting them, and his Majesty paid the price." He said plainly. "In that situation, you should have put the Prince's safety above all else."
"In any normal instance, you would be tried for failing to protect the Prince, however..."
The old man then sighed. "...The fault does not lie squarely upon your shoulders. If it is as you say, Naysein should have done something, and the other members of the Royal Guard should have been there to assist. Even the Prince was careless." He explained. "And moreover, despite my informants telling me otherwise, it seems this 'advisor' to the Orc Chief is able to field his own team of assassins." They weren't exactly good assassins (in a team of nine, six captured in a single mission is an impressively bad track record)... but as far as unexpected weapons went, they certainly were able to accomplish their goals, even if at least partially.
Balthazar pondered this. He cannot afford to waste resources on punishment, and despite Acrius' shortcomings, it would be foolish to put aside such an asset merely to assuage his bruised ego.
"...I will speak to Naysein and Faira. In the meantime, you are to stand guard over the Prince as he recovers." It was a boring job, but a necessary one. "His oath to the gods and his paladin training will protect him from the worst of the poison, but in his weakened state, he is still vulnerable."
The old man's steely-grey eyes were focused with intent. An implicit threat was hanging in the air.
Do not fail me again.
With that, the man turned to the Drow. "...as for you, Zatana..." He looked to her, and then to the prison cells down the hall. Balthazar's grin was nearly sadistic.
"...I believe it's best if you get to work quickly."
Co-GM IC:
The Keep - Courtyard
Merik and Manald were easily able to drop off the men they've captured to the nearby guards, and while some were a little suspicious at first, they were quickly convinced once they noted the various tools of the trade that a normal peasant wouldn't have. Moreover, as members of the Royal Guard, they held greater authority than those of the city guard, beastman or otherwise. Thus, it didn't take long before someone claps the assassins in irons and hauls them off to the dungeon.
Most of the guards, however, avoid disturbing you both unless you have questions. A younger guardsman, apparently undeterred by your appearances, stepped up and spoke. "Good work out there-- the Captain and some of the Royal Guard are down in the dungeon, I believe." He says. "You're welcome to join them if you like." Though as members of the Royal Guard, you had the jurisdiction to do whatever you pleased at this point.
Perhaps it would be prudent to meet with the Prince, the Spymaster, or the Duke, if you so pleased. Though if you went off to do your own business, you're certain people wouldn't mind much.
The Keep - Dungeons
Clarisse let out a dry laugh, even as she bled from the corners of her mouth. She still reeled from the backhand from earlier. "It doesn't matter. Our job's done, and our lives are forfeit anyway." The assassin said in defiance. "I'm not telling you anything." The two guardsmen, the guard captain, and the two members of the Royal Guard present were speaking amongst themselves, and to the prisoner, but before anyone can get in a word edgewise, the doors to the room opened.
Stepping through the oak doors was the wizened old spymaster, and while he looked unharmed, his countenance was even more dour than usual. He gave the prisoner on the table a single, disdainful glance, before shaking his head.
"Throw her in the cells with the rest of her ilk." He commanded. Naturally, there were enough cells for each one of them.
"...the rest of us?" Clarisse replied.
It's then that the old man took a bit of a grim satisfaction as he made his response. "Yes. Of the... nine members of your team of assassins, it seems six were captured alive."
He didn't need to speak-- his expression said it all.
I wonder which ones will break first..?
The woman fell silent. She knew it was only a matter of time before she and her five companions would be interrogated. Even if she could hold out... what about the rest of them? As Clarisse despaired, the guards moved to put her in the holding cells. Balthazar turned to his subordinates once the prisoners were out of earshot.
"We have much to discuss, but we do not have the luxury of time on our side." He started. "First thing's first..." The old man turned to the guardsmen present. "You lot are dismissed. Have a watchman posted at the Duke's bedroom, and bring the healer a sample of the poison they used. I doubt they will strike a second time tonight, but I'd rather not take any chances." The Spymaster strode towards the nearby desk, where items had been confiscated, before handing the man a vial of clear liquid and sending him on his way.
Once they were gone, Balthazar then turned his gaze to the two members of the Royal Guard in the room, before focusing it towards Acrius. "And you... I expect a full report. What in the Nine Hells happened out there?" His eyes were like daggers, and his voice was cold... but expectant. He was frustrated and angry at the turn of events, but he knew better than to take it out on his subordinates.
The Keep - Courtyard
Merik and Manald were easily able to drop off the men they've captured to the nearby guards, and while some were a little suspicious at first, they were quickly convinced once they noted the various tools of the trade that a normal peasant wouldn't have. Moreover, as members of the Royal Guard, they held greater authority than those of the city guard, beastman or otherwise. Thus, it didn't take long before someone claps the assassins in irons and hauls them off to the dungeon.
Most of the guards, however, avoid disturbing you both unless you have questions. A younger guardsman, apparently undeterred by your appearances, stepped up and spoke. "Good work out there-- the Captain and some of the Royal Guard are down in the dungeon, I believe." He says. "You're welcome to join them if you like." Though as members of the Royal Guard, you had the jurisdiction to do whatever you pleased at this point.
Perhaps it would be prudent to meet with the Prince, the Spymaster, or the Duke, if you so pleased. Though if you went off to do your own business, you're certain people wouldn't mind much.
The Keep - Dungeons
Clarisse let out a dry laugh, even as she bled from the corners of her mouth. She still reeled from the backhand from earlier. "It doesn't matter. Our job's done, and our lives are forfeit anyway." The assassin said in defiance. "I'm not telling you anything." The two guardsmen, the guard captain, and the two members of the Royal Guard present were speaking amongst themselves, and to the prisoner, but before anyone can get in a word edgewise, the doors to the room opened.
Stepping through the oak doors was the wizened old spymaster, and while he looked unharmed, his countenance was even more dour than usual. He gave the prisoner on the table a single, disdainful glance, before shaking his head.
"Throw her in the cells with the rest of her ilk." He commanded. Naturally, there were enough cells for each one of them.
"...the rest of us?" Clarisse replied.
It's then that the old man took a bit of a grim satisfaction as he made his response. "Yes. Of the... nine members of your team of assassins, it seems six were captured alive."
He didn't need to speak-- his expression said it all.
I wonder which ones will break first..?
The woman fell silent. She knew it was only a matter of time before she and her five companions would be interrogated. Even if she could hold out... what about the rest of them? As Clarisse despaired, the guards moved to put her in the holding cells. Balthazar turned to his subordinates once the prisoners were out of earshot.
"We have much to discuss, but we do not have the luxury of time on our side." He started. "First thing's first..." The old man turned to the guardsmen present. "You lot are dismissed. Have a watchman posted at the Duke's bedroom, and bring the healer a sample of the poison they used. I doubt they will strike a second time tonight, but I'd rather not take any chances." The Spymaster strode towards the nearby desk, where items had been confiscated, before handing the man a vial of clear liquid and sending him on his way.
Once they were gone, Balthazar then turned his gaze to the two members of the Royal Guard in the room, before focusing it towards Acrius. "And you... I expect a full report. What in the Nine Hells happened out there?" His eyes were like daggers, and his voice was cold... but expectant. He was frustrated and angry at the turn of events, but he knew better than to take it out on his subordinates.
Right, sorry for the delay. I really wanted to write this earlier, but it took longer than expected. You know how it is.
In my post, I kind of moved things along quickly to try and get to the Pandora sooner rather than later. If y'all prefer to have another round of posts before take-off, lemme know and I can edit my post to slow my roll a bit.
In my post, I kind of moved things along quickly to try and get to the Pandora sooner rather than later. If y'all prefer to have another round of posts before take-off, lemme know and I can edit my post to slow my roll a bit.
<<Roger that, Pandora.>>
Holden made mental notes of the status of his squadmates, looking to the Battle Net for more details when necessary. It seemed aside from the Ajax and a few others, the damage that the other orbitals received was negligible, or none at all. Better him than them, he figured-- the Grecian Hero was well-suited to take the heat... and to dish it out when it needed to.
<<You heard 'em, boys and girls.>> The Saturnian spoke into his comms. <<Pack your bags and prep for exfil.>>
The mission ahead was more than a little worrying, but Holden wasn't too shaken. The fact that they would be sweeping through an ancient space station and ship that was supposedly the source of the strange data dump was concerning, but he had experience on the ground and in the cockpit; to him, this was just another day at work.
As he pondered this, his communications suite had patched through someone speaking on their (supposedly) secure channel. A rather familiar voice, in fact.
<<We read you, Starstrike.>> Holden replied. Though it seemed the system was having difficulties letting the Skyhammer join their network, there were other ways to send information.
<<We're heading out soon-- rally on us.>> Castle said simply. <<Watch for the signal flares.>>
On cue, the Akon Long-Range Missile System sputtered to life. Though it was damaged from the energy fire a while back, it still had enough functionality to fire off a few explosives. The autoloader swapped the rockets out for a few airborne flares, before launching it into the atmosphere. Soon, the sky above lit up with orange-red smoke.
After some time had passed, it was time to roll.
"Begin pre-flight checks." Holden said aloud. The onboard computer flared to life.
STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY:
BOOSTER 1: OK
BOOSTER 2: OK
BOOSTER 3: OK
BOOSTER 4: OK
ALL SYSTEMS OPERATIONAL.
<<Launching. We are Oscar Mike.>>
On cue, the four boosters attached as a supplement to the Ajax's Talaria Jump Jets began to roar. Dust and sand near the launch site was blasted away as the Grecian Hero began its ascent towards the cosmos. Were he Bellerophon or Icarus, perhaps he'd be struck down for such hubris, but it was man's destiny to defy the gods eventually. The hull rattled as the Orbital attempted to make it past escape velocity, and even as the enemy's metal carcass threatened to break apart from the stress of it all...
They held on-- man and machine alike.
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December 30th - Rear Trench
The marksman watched as another man entered the room. He was tall, had pale skin, and was quiet and disciplined. When he did speak, he did so with a thick Imperial accent-- he definitely seemed to have lived there for quite some time. Elliot pondered this; perhaps the man was a deserter or defector, or maybe he was a POW pressed into service in a desperate bid to bolster the ranks of the army. Both are uncommon situations, but it certainly would not be the first time either has happened.
Meanwhile, the Darcsen gunner stormed off in a huff, the threat of being court-martialed apparently too much to bear. She certainly didn't leave quietly, and though Elliot said nothing, he couldn't help but sigh. The woman was clearly volatile-- he'd have to be careful around her. From there, a number of things happened. The Oceanic woman, drink in hand, went after the Darcsen, and Michael, thinking to lighten the mood, let loose a one-two combo of terrible puns.
Elliot chose not to dignify the attempt at levity with a proper response.
The meeting room seems to have been particularly busy, though. The sergeant chose to focus his attention on the bearded man. There was no doubt about it now, these two had a history. The NCO in question essentially shooed the squadmates present away, and the marksman was more than happy to oblige him.
Without a word, Elliot gathered his things, secured his belongings, and made his way outside. The marksman didn't wait to see if he was followed, but he figured that if he waited out near the front of the tavern, they'd come over. It was far enough away to give the two men their privacy, and close enough that the other members of the raiding party could spot them. The marksman donned his ushanka, and tugged it close.
"So." He started, speaking to nobody in particular. "What kind of history do you think those two share?"
Elliot wasn't really one for gossip, but he figured it was a decent way of breaking the ice between the quieter members of his squad. Plus, he was genuinely interested in hearing their thoughts.
Hey, I'm just glad you're still alive. Sorry to hear about your fam, but it's good to hear they're recovering. Hyped for the next posts! Will try to get a post out by later!
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Hey guys, making another wellness check on y'all. It's been... five months since the last one, and in that time, activity on both the site and the Discord server has slowed somewhat. This is fine-- stuff happens to everyone, and in time, interest waxes and wanes. I'm mostly posting here to see if any of y'all are still interested in keeping this going. If any of you feel like no longer joining, then hey, that's no problem at all. Just be sure to let us know.
Failing to respond in a week or two may result in us moving on without you (if at all). Thanks in advance!
Hey guys, making another wellness check on y'all. It's been... five months since the last one, and in that time, activity on both the site and the Discord server has slowed somewhat. This is fine-- stuff happens to everyone, and in time, interest waxes and wanes. I'm mostly posting here to see if any of y'all are still interested in keeping this going. If any of you feel like no longer joining, then hey, that's no problem at all. Just be sure to let us know.
Failing to respond in a week or two may result in us moving on without you (if at all). Thanks in advance!
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