MiddleEarthRoze

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

@Lurking Krog

Yeah, the guy was a devout Christian, from what I remember. Can't recall which denomination it was though.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@Leos Klien@POOHEAD189@BurningCold@Frizan@LadyTabris@Lauder@MacabreFox

Alrighty folks, with my procrastination finally coming to an end (Shame on me), I'll be posting the collab very shortly, and doing a post for Naenya to have our group moving on up towards the tower. On the final platform there'll be one more round of rolling, so we can get one cycle of posts done before I give you all your rolls and the final battle can commence. Following this, our group will get the gate closed, and we can begin recruiting more people as the intrepid group of adventurers leave Kvatch with Martin. I want to thank you all for sticking with this, as I know I haven't been the best GM in terms of timing, or lack thereof. But things will be picking up from here on out, and if things become slow in the future again (Likely around Christmas time, as that's busy for most), you'll be notified beforehand rather than just being left hanging.

You guys are awesome, and I'll be glad to keep writing with you all! :D

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

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And knowing you, it'll be a hecken spiffy sheet and a half. ;D

@Dervish

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Rozey Pozey!!!! :D

@MacabreFox

FOXY WOXY!!!! :D

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You. You get all the points for LoTR.

Carry on.

@Rtron

You too, o great and evil Eye.

The Elder Scrolls: Vengeance of the Deep

You have my interest! I'll aim to get an application done before the deadline, if you'll have me. :D

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

The thought of sparring with Rannon, in play or not, brought a flush to Feri's cheeks and a strange warmth to the rest of her body. She almost didn't hear the rest of his conversation about his brothers as her imagination ran wild. She had noticed the way his body had moved on the battle-field, and even in the most deadly, sickening of situations that the Darkspawn brought forth, she had noticed his form. He was so tall and powerful, his movements brutal and merciless, and yet, there remained a dancer's touch about him. The way he wielded his sword, the almost effortless way he pushed his opponents to the ground, and the ever-stoic intensity in his steel eyes. Feri could rightly imagine herself in the place of his foe during a sparring session; grappling with Rannon as they both strove to win, emotions running high despite the harmless nature of their contest. The thought of that situation - the context and the proximity that Feri would have with him - was a certainly provocative (And distracting) one.

Without her knowing, Feri had settled into a relaxed position - arms propped up on the table and hands cupping her chin and keeping her head aloft, an almost dreamy smile resting on her face. Upon realising Rannon had stopped talking, Feri snapped out of her daydream, though she noticed that she'd been doing that a lot lately around him.

"Two brothers? Lucky guy. Though I guess being the oldest of three has it's downsides too. There was a family in Lothering where the eldest was always chasing after their younger sister and brother. Pretty sure the girl was a mage though, so life was always a bit more hectic for them." Feri replied with a light laugh, and then continued talking. Whether Rannon was done speaking because of the subject or... another reason, she didn't mind. The only complaints her mother had had about Feri when the pair had made it to dry land was that she talked and day-dreamed too much. It turned out you could get away with both of those traits aboard a pirate ship when your Father was Captain, but not so much in a quaint village mostly filled with suspicious Ferelden farmers. In short, Feri could talk endlessly, and it was quite refreshing to hear someone was willing to listen rather than being told to shut it.

"Over the years at sea, it wasn't very often that I met someone who was around my age. As a child it didn't bother me so much, because I had my mother, the very unwilling cats, and usually most of the sailors who would play with me when they had the time. A lot of them had children back at wherever their spouses lived on dry land, so I think they enjoyed spending time with a kid when they couldn't see their own. But... when I turned into a teenager, things became far less comfortable." Her pose shifted so that her arms were resting lightly on the tabletop, left hand playing with a woven leather bracelet on her right wrist as a fond smile appeared on her face. Although having moved, Feri remained leaning into the table, so that her face remained only a few inches from Rannon's.

"Most of the crew were strapping, young men at this point. Still several years older than me, but by the time I'd reached 16, I was the same age as the wenches they chased after in every dock we stopped at. Probably fearing the wrath of the Captain, they'd avoid me like the plague. I must admit, I wasn't making things easy what with being at that time in my life - I'd find myself giving lingering looks at the more attractive of the men as they worked on the deck, and I was losing my childish looks more and more as the days went by. At the time, I was irritated at how much they skirted around me. In hindsight, they were being extremely sensible." Feri laughed quietly, shaking her head at her own childish silliness. Although she had looked more womanly at that age, she still had the naive mind of a child.

"But the first man I met that really paid attention to me took my breath away. Keep in mind that it doesn't take much to take an idiotic teenage girl's breath away, especially under the circumstances. It was a reunion, of sorts. Some of the more respectable pirate Captains are friendly with one another, and it's commonplace for them to meet up every couple of years or so. The crews all mingle, the Captains swap war stories, drink to fallen comrades, that kind of thing. There's usually music and dancing, plenty of food, and of course, alcohol. The man in question was one of these Captains. Unusually young, as he'd taken up his father's mantle after his untimely death a few months prior to the reunion. The crew seemed to love him though, so he was the perfect candidate. Made it all the more flattering when he paid special attention to me during that time. Maker, it didn't take much to impress me back then." Feri's laugh was a bit louder this time; this story was one she had told a fair few friends as it usually garnered a couple of laughs, but it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps Rannon didn't want to be hearing about this story. Or would he? She wasn't sure. It felt different, somehow. Not because they hadn't been friends for long, but because she felt that Rannon could be made uncomfortable about hearing her past crushes, rather than just laughing along with her like comrades in the past had. Feri wondered if she had better change the subject, but part of her reasoned that the end of her story would be a comfort to Rannon... if he was feeling what she thought he was feeling, anyway.

"This guy was older than me, though still at an approachable age. An attractive, powerful Captain all interested in the pretty young daughter of Captain Ianto Kobald? Of course, I was overwhelmed. But the thing is, he was an utter bastard. It wasn't obvious at first, especially not to the naive little thing I was back then, but underneath all that charisma and charm, he had some pretty skewed morals. Ones that I didn't exactly approve of." Feri's head dipped forwards slightly towards Rannon, the nearby fires casting shadows across her face and making her green eyes glint all the more brightly in the reflection of the flames. The lighting was making fine work of Rannon's profile too; highlighting his strong features, deepening his scars, and illuminating his grey eyes so that they looked like steel in a forge. It was certainly a face one could easily get lost in, even when one was busy thinking about past flings.

"I suppose the morale of my story is to not give in to emotions so easily. I was lucky I had some wits about me, enough so that I could realise I couldn't have a happy future with this man. After that close call, I dealt with my lack of age-similar comrades much more readily." As she said this, her gaze left his and met with the table, her forefinger idly tracing the scratches on the scarred, wooden surface. "To this day, he's been the second most captivating man I've ever met." Feri's eyes flicked back to Rannon, a knowing smile on her face. "Though nowhere near the kindest."

@POOHEAD189

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Roze will shoot to kill Armiger 3. Gotta steal that kill from the Cat-Kicker, because why not piss him off more? XD

The Lord of the Rings: The Age of Men

@Dutchess Sarah

As the good man above said! You'll be notified once this RP starts up again for sure. :)

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

As soon as he had stepped through the threshold of the bustling, noisy inn, Loren had clocked the group he needed to speak with. They stood out amongst the rest of the rabble; not like a sore thumb, because they were certainly prettier to look at than the rest of the revellers in the building. Prettier, in the sense of being impressive; organised, intimidating to a degree, and certainly the look one would expect from a fellow recruiting for a pirate ship. Unlike many myths liked to say, pirates weren't always loud and uncouth louts. They were businessmen - a diverse group from all walks of life that, in best case scenarios, would become your family. Judgement was left at the shore when on board a ship, as long as you could do your job. And that was exactly what he was here to do; Lorenzo Fiorenti suited the title of Captain, and he was eager to shoulder that burden once again. Still, first things first: an introduction was in order.

Although not the tallest, biggest, prettiest (or ugliest) man in the room, it was clear that Loren had a certain presence about him. The crowd dispersed before his path without so much as a nudge from the ex-Captain; they scurried out of the man's way after only a glance at his expression of determination, not wanting to risk delaying him in any manner. Rain still clung to his duster and hat, droplets shaking loose as he patted down his broad shoulders with scarred hands.

Loren tipped his hat cordially at the others clustered around the table; his potential crewmates, no doubt. And they certainly were an interesting bunch, but that kind of diversity was something Loren always appreciated. One of the reasons he figured pirates trumped Navy ships so often was due to the stubborn recruiting methods of the navy - the officers were all of the same breed, with the same training, same amount of money, and same air of superiority. That kind of shit got you nowhere with pirates, and their individuality nearly always gave them an advantage in a fight.

"Evening." He began, looking back to the recruiting table and locking eyes with the young rogue sat in the center. Loren's voice was a pleasant one to hear, with a deep, gravelly quality that was oddly comforting, depending on his tone. As of now, it was amicable, but politely so. Pretending to be friends straight away with one's employer was an annoying quality he had always tried to avoid, as it rarely did you any good. "I'm Lorenzo Fiorenti, though I previously had the title of Captain. I won't lie that I'd like the privilege of that title on your ship, but whatever the role, I'm willing to take it - I've spent most of my years on a ship and sailing. My tongue is as sharp as my sword, and I'm more than capable of using both efficiently." Finishing with a grin, Loren removed his tricorne hat and shook the water from it gently, smoothing his dark-blonde hair back with his other hand as he regarded the group as a whole. "Feel free to call me Loren." He added, blue eyes twinkling in the light of the nearby fires.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Roze winced at every crash and thud the falling bridge - and two Dunmeri - made as they hit the bottom of the chasm. The sound seemed to reverberate into the night air, and the rogue knew immediately their chances of continuing this part of their journey stealthily would be impossible. Especially when a near-dozen Armigers showed up, looking equal parts confused and suspicious at the destroyed bridge. Had Roze been in charge, she would have recommended a sneak attack on the group. There were a fair few decent archers amongst them, alongside those who knew plenty of ranged spells. That way they could dispatch their enemies and retrieve their fallen comrades without making too much of a racket, and potentially gaining more unwanted attention from their foes on the island.

Naturally, Dumhuvud had a different plan.

The Cat-Kicker rushed forward before anyone else could get a word in edgeways. Roze groaned inwardly at his brashness, but at least she could appreciate that there wasn't time to dither about what to do. Not with two of their own possibly already incapacitated and needing help. Still, Roze couldn't help but be reminded at what an idiotic idea it was to place Dumhuvud in charge of a stealth mission. Following the others from their hiding place, the Breton nocked an arrow and scanned the field, waiting for a target to present itself. By now, Roze had learnt to keep her distance from the middle of a fight. Too many close calls at Windhelm and Bthamz had just reinforced the fact that she was no warrior, and sneaking would do no good when out in the open like this. She'd be far better picking off her enemies further away - Roze only hoped that her aim was a bit more true than last time. A pang of guilt hit her as she reminisced; an arrow of her own had scratched Sagax in the Dwemer ruin. He'd been gracious about the potentially fatal mistake, but it was not so easily forgotten for Roze. Especially after the last time they had spoken. Roze powered forward, pulling a face as she tried to squash her feelings down. Now wasn't the time. Not when there were friends in front of her being injured.

Sevine was clearly struggling with her foe, and Niernen had just fallen with a screech of pain to a Dunmer with a spear. Before Roze could even pick which companion to aid first, a new target caught her attention. Roze seemed to have caught the Armiger's attention too, for he was already sprinting at her, bellowing and grasping a particularly heavy looking hammer. She supposed it made sense, in the Dunmer's eyes, to take down the ranged attackers first. Still, she wasn't particularly happy about it. Nor was she going to let him be successful.

Deciding to forgo Dumhuvud's order of "try and keep them alive", Roze had pulled back her bow; her face calm and hands steady, but heart hammering away with adrenaline and fear as the Dunmer swiftly approached. As she loosed her arrow, the effect on the attacker was darkly comedic, in a way. As his left eye socket became home to her arrow, his steady sprint descended into a slow stagger, and he gave a few sloppy, confused swings of his hammer before toppling to the floor only a yard from her feet, a most peculiar expression of bewilderment on his face as he died. Roze stepped over his body, convulsing due to the foreign object now embedded in his brain, and nocked another arrow and found her second target. None of her friends would be dying today; not if she could help it.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@Peik

Not to worry, I'll be posting for Roze today, unless that's too short-notice?