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3.5e is the best dnd, only one I play, but I prefer pathfinder 1e cause it's 3.5e with extra stuff.
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Trying to get a new RP started so my friend can try out text rp if anyone is interested.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Time : Past Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom
Interactions : @princess@Alivefalling@MissCapnCrunch@Legion02
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A flash of light and blur and his vision went dark again as a small blast landed where he once was.
His eyes closed and reopened as the ground beneath them all shifted around for a moment, he reached for a sword, but found none, "In gods name, give me a weapon." then he grabbed something as he scrambled to his feet quickly. A thick sword made from compacted stone in his hand, where it had come from, the ground, but he did not know. This is a miracle of god.
In his far hand a thick stone shield, with an indentation of a cross on it.
"Angels, and furry creature which protects this forest." he said as he had no idea there was an anthropomorphic fox behind him. "Stand behind this bastion of god who serves and protects and may I be a wall to protect you!"
"DEUS VULT!" he yelled clashing the stone sword and shield in his hand together as he stared at the Dark Elf in front of him, he was hurt, but he would not let it show in the face of even the devil. "DEUS VULT! In gods name leave this place, and leave this plane of existence test of god. For I shall escape your seven pits of hell Satan!" And then a wall grew in a chevron in front of him tall and large before anything could happen. Did he beat the test of god, or what in the name of god happened.
Time : Past-Midnight
Location : Near River Kingdom
Interactions : @@princess@Alivefalling@MissCapnCrunch
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His eyes opened up slowly under his coif as a hand touched his cheek, he felt pain everywhere in his body, and that his body was shifting tightly as his legs shifted under some unknown force. He gripped his hands on the dirt as he screamed out bloody murder, some of the ground rumbling around him and rising to the uncontrolled emotion coming from the man. He felt his body stop in that moment as a face appeared above him, one that was tailored to the hand on cheek.
His voice died down after a second as he saw the golden aura that came from her, and seeing blurred sheets behind the girl, "angel." he whispered softly, his hands out on either side retracting to try and touch the face of his savior. "Deliver me to Saint Peter my kind angel. Lead me to the Pearly gates so I can see my bastion of my salvation for my dreams allude to the hell which I thought I was in."
Jean-Luc, took deep breaths as his pain was being balanced out by the amount of adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Salvation from the darkness... my words are the proverbs of this holy light, may I know your name Angel and then send me back to earth and I will build cathedrals with your form and face carved into the stone and lit by the windows of the golden face which baths me in its beauty."
The man was completely out of his mind at that moment, or was he. The only thing to strike his vision was the golden embrace of a young winged maiden to face him in his time of peril. "Bring me to my feet and give me the weapons our lord has provided my fraternity of holy warriors. For I will stand in honor and vigilance to the one and true god. To protect and serve."
He coughed up blood, which more or less shut him up when he saw it plume from his mouth like a volcano, and the foam that stopped breathing from his lips. Most of the bleeding inside had mostly been healed, but due to his monologue which would be hard to stop, but he would not, and would probably regret that later. As well as his lack of listening skills.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Friedrich moved at the front of his squad as he listened to the barking dogs of a pompous group of men, the old grizzled man continued his forward march of a less orderly style towards his barracks hall. "Do not antagonize the ones who smell of shit and piss. They will give us all a hard time not matter if you have served or not." he said as he continued forward listening to the barking of the men around him.
He shifted the small flower and plume that stuck to his a more rounded hat compared to most, sighing as again that was a relic of an older age of war fought by his people, he still had his other hat that he was supposed to wear, but at the moment he did not care, he would let them all see the times lost of the forces of his home. "The only difference between them and us it that they know how to ride horses and speak louder then others." he said softly with his lips tightened against each other.
He stared at the younger gentleman leading the front of the pack, for the entire platoon of men hoping that he would heed his words at least and try to stop something from happening if it did get out of his reach. "Do not forget they are on our side as well, it will not stain our honor and if it does I am sure we could beat one of their fool hearty officers or champions at a duel."
The old man sighed as he hoped that only those close to him would hear that, else he could spark a conflict probably between the two groups, and if there was one to be started, he would hopefully be left out of it to continue to their bunks.
He shifted the small flower and plume that stuck to his a more rounded hat compared to most, sighing as again that was a relic of an older age of war fought by his people, he still had his other hat that he was supposed to wear, but at the moment he did not care, he would let them all see the times lost of the forces of his home. "The only difference between them and us it that they know how to ride horses and speak louder then others." he said softly with his lips tightened against each other.
He stared at the younger gentleman leading the front of the pack, for the entire platoon of men hoping that he would heed his words at least and try to stop something from happening if it did get out of his reach. "Do not forget they are on our side as well, it will not stain our honor and if it does I am sure we could beat one of their fool hearty officers or champions at a duel."
The old man sighed as he hoped that only those close to him would hear that, else he could spark a conflict probably between the two groups, and if there was one to be started, he would hopefully be left out of it to continue to their bunks.
Time : Midnight
Location : Southern France - Some Magic Rift thingy
Interactions : Maybe?
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Jean-Luc sighed deeply as he stared into the skies of southern France. He had been going to his monastery when the soldiers of France had attacked him. He had fought valiantly but still he had fallen to the skirmish. His horse on top of him, his eyes closed as he felt the metallic taste seep into his mouth. Blood coming from his nose and mouth as he laid in a small puddle of blood, most of it his horses, but a small pool was forming from his lips and nose. His right leg, he could not feel as it was under his horse, no doubt the bones were shattered from the impact and weight of the creature.
The moon, the moon was the only thing he saw as his eyes opened once more, "I'll see heaven... the white gates and meet the lord himself." he whispered to himself as he reached out towards the moon. It looked as if it was getting farther, and farther. He slowly closed and opened his eyes and the moon swirled and writhed about as it became tiny in his fingers.
"The moon is so small... tell me the dark lord of hell is not dragging me down." he whispered, as his vision became cloudy due to the blood and his eyes began to water as he shed tears for the last time in the land of France. His vision burred as he felt like he was dropped from a ledge onto the ground.
He awoke to darkness, only the creaking of night time as the forest animals howled and screamed their nightly voices, this was wild and chaotic, this must be hell, the man thought. "Satan I will strike you down as I have your minions during the crusade. I will not listen to your serpents tongue." he said as he laid broken and crippled in the forest as he stared at the portal he had come from.
To him, that portal was the one to the river Styx, to Hades's palace, and to his time in the hellscape of the dark lord Lucifer, the fallen angel, and the one to turn his back on the Lord himself. "For what ever, I may have done, I will repent by taking upon the inferno of hell and I will fight." he had passed out completely and succumbed to the pain of broken ribs and his leg, maybe a few cuts and gashes into his flesh and skin.
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5 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Months Earlier.
Friedrich stood over a small desk, he had reenlisted after all of his time away from the battlefield. He had a nice family, but his work was not doing him well as the youth of this planets generation has caught the eyes of those requiring his service. His students and acolytes served him well, and soon took over his work to create structures of various qualities for those who needed or more so now, desired.
He sat down, and began his paper work to become active in the guard since he had been reserves for so long. He wrote his signature along various lines, and xed boxes. He took a deep breath, and leaned back in the chair thinking of how lucky he had been to survive in his younger years. But now, he was ready to see his last days of mobility used well in adventure and war before his days wasted away until his death.
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SGT. Friedrich moved forward to the stall in front of him, "Sergeant Friedrich Baumeister, ID number U-Z-A-153-36892, of he Uzanian Rifles." He moved a paper, and his holotags forward to be swiped.
"Yes... Sergeant Baumeister, of the, Uzanian Rifles." said the servitor speaking in defined low gothic, "We will prepare your gear for you, and deliver it to the kiosk to your left in five minutes, and thirty nine seconds. You are ticket, ONE." the servitor said stuttering loudly at the end. "Thank you for your service, and may the Emperor protect. Please, step aside for the next individual, in line."
The Sergeant did just that and moved to his left, and back into the rather empty room, there was no other individual behind him. Maybe this generation was just not as on time and punctual, or maybe he was just late. But he took one the benches as he waited for the gear to be placed, or where he thought it would be placed.
This ordering area didn't seem too distant from what he once used when he had first joined the IG, actually it was the same, just with less people, or maybe he just went to an older part of base, it doesn't look that used, maybe the servitors helped out in that aspect.
"TICKET ONE!" Another loud servitor exclaimed, and a man moved up beside it.
Sergeant Baumeister moved towards the kiosk and held the holo-tags, and the papers once again, and they were scanned once again, then checked by the man.
"Identity confirmed, welcome back to the Uzanian Rifles, Sergeant Baumeister. Here is your gear. One Flak Vest, One Flak Helmet, Three pairs of Standard Uniform Pants, Three Uniform Shirts. One Dress uniform, four insignia shirts." It started as the man brought forward the items listed.
"One pack of undergarments, one pack of socks. One pair of boots, one Chameleon cloak." And the items were placed in front of him, "CONTINUATION! One Lascarbine, one laspistol side arm, one sword, one knife, and four standard charge packs, two laspistol charge packs."
The weapon and such were laid out on the kiosk by the gentleman checking the serial numbers on the weapons, making a receipt and tally.
"One set of poor weather gear, one targeting system, two munitions tickets for fragmentation grenades, two munitions tickets for smoke grenades, one battery for targeting system, one grooming ki-ki-kit." the servitor stuttered, "One Uplifting Primer, one ticket for ration packs. One Lamp pack, rechargeable. One set of orders to board, ship."
The items were being placed in order, the man not really caring about others being around because no one else was around. "One Rucksack, One entrenching tool, one set of basic tools, one mess kit, one canteen, one blanket, one sleeping bag." The man was having to go up and down a list as they had changed since the servitors function had been.
"One grooming kit... ALL ITEMS HAVE BEEN GIVEN, THE QUARTERMASTER OF THE STATION WILL GIVE YOU A RECEIPT!" The servitor screamed out, before retreating back into the room behind him. The man looked at him, "You are probably the only one who comes here, this is more or less just storage for the larger quartermaster building behind where you were probably supposed to go. But pack your things up and get going. We need to put a sign up, or get the servitor to move and not take tickets." he said before leaving and moving away into the darkness of the quartermasters halls."
Sergeant Baumeister sighed softly as he felt older and stupid at that moment, he knew something was wrong, and he had followed his memory, not his actual point of rearmament, no wonder he was given tickets for more consumable items like grenades and rations then the actual thing.
He then left to go get those items retrieved before he would set off for the stars.
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He was in his quarters, as he stared at the mirror, and he pressed his lips together. He stared at the dark black hair, with small bits of grey. He was aging, had some wrinkles but those could be helped with treatments and life extending agents. His hair, mainly dyed but grey was starting to show once again from his recent dying.
There was wear and tear on him from his youth, not a lot though, most of the damage would be on his hands and body. He was lucky that not much hit his face, else he might not have had children. He chuckled to himself lightly before he sighed and sat down in his bunk. "Once again, into the fire." he said softly, reaching down for his boots and taking them off, and then continuing to get ready for bed.
Friedrich stood over a small desk, he had reenlisted after all of his time away from the battlefield. He had a nice family, but his work was not doing him well as the youth of this planets generation has caught the eyes of those requiring his service. His students and acolytes served him well, and soon took over his work to create structures of various qualities for those who needed or more so now, desired.
He sat down, and began his paper work to become active in the guard since he had been reserves for so long. He wrote his signature along various lines, and xed boxes. He took a deep breath, and leaned back in the chair thinking of how lucky he had been to survive in his younger years. But now, he was ready to see his last days of mobility used well in adventure and war before his days wasted away until his death.
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SGT. Friedrich moved forward to the stall in front of him, "Sergeant Friedrich Baumeister, ID number U-Z-A-153-36892, of he Uzanian Rifles." He moved a paper, and his holotags forward to be swiped.
"Yes... Sergeant Baumeister, of the, Uzanian Rifles." said the servitor speaking in defined low gothic, "We will prepare your gear for you, and deliver it to the kiosk to your left in five minutes, and thirty nine seconds. You are ticket, ONE." the servitor said stuttering loudly at the end. "Thank you for your service, and may the Emperor protect. Please, step aside for the next individual, in line."
The Sergeant did just that and moved to his left, and back into the rather empty room, there was no other individual behind him. Maybe this generation was just not as on time and punctual, or maybe he was just late. But he took one the benches as he waited for the gear to be placed, or where he thought it would be placed.
This ordering area didn't seem too distant from what he once used when he had first joined the IG, actually it was the same, just with less people, or maybe he just went to an older part of base, it doesn't look that used, maybe the servitors helped out in that aspect.
"TICKET ONE!" Another loud servitor exclaimed, and a man moved up beside it.
Sergeant Baumeister moved towards the kiosk and held the holo-tags, and the papers once again, and they were scanned once again, then checked by the man.
"Identity confirmed, welcome back to the Uzanian Rifles, Sergeant Baumeister. Here is your gear. One Flak Vest, One Flak Helmet, Three pairs of Standard Uniform Pants, Three Uniform Shirts. One Dress uniform, four insignia shirts." It started as the man brought forward the items listed.
"One pack of undergarments, one pack of socks. One pair of boots, one Chameleon cloak." And the items were placed in front of him, "CONTINUATION! One Lascarbine, one laspistol side arm, one sword, one knife, and four standard charge packs, two laspistol charge packs."
The weapon and such were laid out on the kiosk by the gentleman checking the serial numbers on the weapons, making a receipt and tally.
"One set of poor weather gear, one targeting system, two munitions tickets for fragmentation grenades, two munitions tickets for smoke grenades, one battery for targeting system, one grooming ki-ki-kit." the servitor stuttered, "One Uplifting Primer, one ticket for ration packs. One Lamp pack, rechargeable. One set of orders to board, ship."
The items were being placed in order, the man not really caring about others being around because no one else was around. "One Rucksack, One entrenching tool, one set of basic tools, one mess kit, one canteen, one blanket, one sleeping bag." The man was having to go up and down a list as they had changed since the servitors function had been.
"One grooming kit... ALL ITEMS HAVE BEEN GIVEN, THE QUARTERMASTER OF THE STATION WILL GIVE YOU A RECEIPT!" The servitor screamed out, before retreating back into the room behind him. The man looked at him, "You are probably the only one who comes here, this is more or less just storage for the larger quartermaster building behind where you were probably supposed to go. But pack your things up and get going. We need to put a sign up, or get the servitor to move and not take tickets." he said before leaving and moving away into the darkness of the quartermasters halls."
Sergeant Baumeister sighed softly as he felt older and stupid at that moment, he knew something was wrong, and he had followed his memory, not his actual point of rearmament, no wonder he was given tickets for more consumable items like grenades and rations then the actual thing.
He then left to go get those items retrieved before he would set off for the stars.
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He was in his quarters, as he stared at the mirror, and he pressed his lips together. He stared at the dark black hair, with small bits of grey. He was aging, had some wrinkles but those could be helped with treatments and life extending agents. His hair, mainly dyed but grey was starting to show once again from his recent dying.
There was wear and tear on him from his youth, not a lot though, most of the damage would be on his hands and body. He was lucky that not much hit his face, else he might not have had children. He chuckled to himself lightly before he sighed and sat down in his bunk. "Once again, into the fire." he said softly, reaching down for his boots and taking them off, and then continuing to get ready for bed.
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