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6 yrs ago
Current Discord crashed lads. Can't get back in.
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I've opened art commissions up, anyone who wants relatively cheap art PM me here or on Discord: LeeRoy#8459
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9 yrs ago
[quote=@Rilla] DID YOU JUST TRY AND CLOTHESLINE ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT [/quote]
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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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Chainmail rattled around his body as he made his rounds in the Duke's courtyard, though he was a mercenary the Duke's pay was more than enough to make him march. Hell, it was even enough for him to fight for. Maybe not die for but when you start a fight with another man you should always expect to die, even if he's unarmed. A man can kill another with just his fists so expecting to survive any fight is to play the overwhelming optimist's part, and as a man who's paid to kill all to frequently he's not that.

In a few moments he'd be beset upon by a warrior from a foreign land, in another few moments one of them would be dead. But right now he was musing about what he would do once he got home from this job. Perhaps he'd buy a piece of land, maybe settle down. Maybe he'd start traveling again, see the middle east for the first time. He'd heard legend of a beverage like tea down there, he'd even caught glimpses of it in the Duke's stocks. It was a drink called coffee, a bitter aromatic drink that could put pep into a man's step from one mug.

Come to think of it, he might even be interested in that foreign tobacco. He'd had his share of native smokes but they smoked it differently there.

Maybe he was a bit too distracted. He shook his head and raised his shield to look around. He flipped up the window and let the lantern's glare spread across the courtyard, something seemed to catch his eye and his suspicion flared. "If you're out there, you've got one chance to flee before I'm forced to lay waste to you!" Not his best threat, but at least it wasn't totally empty.
@MelonHead Post is up, sorry for the wait.
Behind the mask an evil sneer adorned his face, there wasn't a single thought of retreat or a peaceful solution to his weapon hunt. "A miracle should be your only hope past this point, old man." He almost paused when the realization he was about five times this man's age. "I need this road, this isn't a child's fancy. I'm not looking for some title or status, I need your weapon." The single eye of his darted to the guns on his hip, they were almost perfect mirrors of eachother though one was clearly darker. Again his eye shifted focus towards the shaking left hand and he makeshift pistol he held, he didn't know how well he'd be able to move his arm.

"It's sundown, my back is to the sun. I have the high ground. You should lay your gun down so I may kill you faster." A tumbleweed danced across the ground between them followed by a little dust devil that played in little spinning motions. The three free fingers he had on his left flexed and clutched the grip of his handgun. "Otherwise we'll do this the old fashioned way."

It was obvious that both parties would play this by hand, they would make their count and draw. It was unlikely, however, that either party would fall to the other's first shot. These two men weren't normal men by any stretch. Shin himself was readied, his right foot leading and his left held far behind.Without much else in the way of preparation he began counting in his head.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.
@Skallagrim
Sorry it took so long, you wouldn't believe the issues my computer has had in the past couple days.
"Welcome back to the broadcast folks, they've finished the weigh in and our competitors are making their way to the ring. Let's take this time to mention our sponsor. This fight was brought to you by Cheez-O-Cola, the only dairy based soda this side of the Mississippi." The cheer of the crowd was matched by the overbearingly cheerful commentators, though admittedly the product they were placing sounded absolutely disgusting. "Coming down to the red corner, appropriately so," He paused to let the music play.



The crowd erupted into cheers as the music began to play, his strawberry locks flowed violently in the fans caught his hair in their artificial wind. "Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds and standing six feet three inches tall, The Red Streak himself! Fergus MacBrainan!" The roar of the crowd met the man's ears and a dopey grin grew across his face. With his arms raised overhead he let out a roar to match the crowd's own, this fight was kind of important to him. "This fight is a big one for Red Streak, this will be his first fight in the big leagues. He's had several fights in lower circuits but this is the first time he's advanced into the higher ranks. If he wins this fight he'll have taken the first step towards the champ."

To the fighter the announcers had just faded into white noise as he marched down the ramp, his body glistened slightly in the stage lights. In this moment he felt truly like a king, he'd worked so hard to get here and some yank wouldn't stop him from getting all the way to the top. With the confidence of a man twice as experienced as himself and the posture of a comic book hero, Fergus marched towards the stage, his music faded out and the crowd hushed as the man reached the cage, two men on the side pulled the cage gate apart and he climbed inside. It slammed shut behind him and he nearly jumped, wasn't quite expecting it to shut so abrupty. His eyes narrowed on the opposing corner and the vague shadow of his opponent could be seen at the top of his ramp.
@Skallagrim, @MelonHead, @Doc Doctor

I've got my computer up and running again, I'm working on my posts now.
@Holy Soldier
Hey, if this takes off I call HARD Dibs on Sion. Sion's the character that has made me come back to the game after two perma-bans, probably gonna make me come back after my third too.
So my computer blue screened.

Might take a hair longer to get my posts up: @MelonHead, @Skallagrim, and @Doc Doctor
@HarbingerKurahi
I got you my man.

@Skallagrim
Alright I'll be home in about an hour and I'll make the first post. I'll be using an Irishman named Fergus MacBrainan, better known as Red Streak. He chose that name cause he thought it sounded cool and matched his strawberry locks.

Edit: I can totally start the thread though.
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