Mortarion

The Elder Scrolls: Serpent's Fall

Count me as interested as well, I've been super interested in Far Cry 5 and, well, I love Skyrim so this seems like a super interesting idea for a RP.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

As Tazen made his way back towards the rest of Fireteam 2 alongside Dex he couldn’t help but notice that his turian comrade seemed on edge around him, a stark contrast to her more upbeat demeanor when they had set off. Letting his mind wander back to the events that had just happened a few moments ago Tazen noticed that Dex’s nervousness had begun the moment he had begun talking about how the Kett could have gotten access to Initiative communications. After that, it didn’t took him too long to recall her words about how she was worried about the Exiles and his mind connected the dots. “She is worried that she might have said too much. That I might use her sympathies against the Exiles somehow.” He mused to himself in silence. He couldn’t exactly blame her, Salarians had a reputation for being manipulative individuals and the fact that she knew he was ex-STG only served to probably to worsen those concerns.

He couldn't blame her for those concerns, not really, he had met plenty of people in STG which would have taken advantage of such a piece of information after all, either to keep Dex in line or as a trump card in case there was need to use Dex for some plot or any of the million scenarios that the vast majority of STG agents always kept planning and plotting for. He frowned to himself “I should talk to her at some point, there’s no way that she’ll be able to trust me as her CO if she’s constantly waiting for the moment when the other shoe will drop and I'll use what she said against her.” He thought to himself, letting out a soft sigh before he shook his head. There was no time to distract himself with idle thoughts, the lives of the trapped scientists depended on him keeping his mind fully on the objective; he could deal with the situation with Dex later on, once the mission was over.

It didn't take them too long to rendezvous with the rest of the team, a fact that was readily apparent when Volintis cheerfully greeted Dex. “Yes, we are good to advance, keel the same formation as before.” Said the Salarian, idly noting with a slight tinge of irritation that the team had met them halfway from where he had told them to stay put. He had told them to stay put for a reason, of the three that had remained only Volintis had a tactical cloak and if it weren't for the distraction he and Dex had provided, coupled with the charge from Fireteam 1, they could have been easily discovered. More importantly than that however he noted that the three that had remained behind seemed inordinately tense, it was expected for such a mission to put pressure on the team, especially since they had to scramble fro man on-going training exercise to get to it, but the amount of tension that everyone gave seemed to be disproportionate to what he had expected. A Kett ambush was out of the question as a possible source of the tension, after all none of the three were hurt and if they’d have been attacked he was sure someone would have contacted him, and so the only explanation left was that there must have been some sort of altercation or something similar to that “Perfect, Noratus thinks that I’m going to turn on her at any moment and the rest of the team doesn’t get along for one reason or another.” He thought with a sigh before he began moving towards the building that contained Site 1’s laboratory.

Luckily for them, the attack from Fireteam 1 had rerouted most of the Kett forces away from the lab and what few stragglers remained were easily avoided by the team. As such it didn’t take them more than a couple of minutes for them to reach the place where the scientists were hiding, unfortunately that’s when they encountered their first setback. “Ah, damnit.” Hissed Tazen as he looked at the door that led into the lab, he had tried to open the door with his omnitool, even using his clearance as an APEX commander just in case the scientists had changed what codes the door accepted, only for the door to remain stubbornly shut and only now did the cause became evident to him. “The scientists welded the door shut, Matthews I need you here.” He said, turning to face Serena when he said the last part “Volintis, Noratus, you are with me, we’ll watch the perimeter for any hostiles while matthews works on opening the door.” Said Tazen as he turned to face the pair of Turians. “T’vessi, once the door is open I want you to check for any injuries on the scientists and to provide medical aid in case they are injured.” He said while pulling out his SMG “Matthews, tell me when the door is ready to be opened, ok?” Tazen added without turning, his eyes scanning the horizon for any potential Kett threats.

Serena nodded, snapping her fingers at the three Dels. ”Watcher positions.” They beeped their understanding, taking up positions to either side of the door, and above it. She settled down in front of the door, scanning it with her eye. She tsked as the scan came back. ”Sloppy and hurried. This weld wouldn’t have stopped that Fiend if the Kett wanted it to break this door down.”

She opened her omni-tool into blow torch mode, settling down to begin cutting through the right places. As Tazen told her to alert him when the door was ready to open, she replied with sarcasm without thinking, focusing on what she was doing. ”No, I was just gonna sit here quie-” She paused, biting her tongue. This is gonna take a bit of getting used too. “Sorry. I’ll make sure to tell you when it's ready to be popped opened, ETA 2-4 minutes. Sir!” She added the end hastily, almost forgetting it.

Quickly she applied the blow torch, sparks flying against her helmet.

Luckily as Serena worked on cutting through the weld nothing happened, the 4 minutes went by without FIreteam 2 being disturbed as Serena worked. “Good job Matthews.” Said Tazen after Serena told him that she was done, giving the woman a brief pat on the shoulder for a job well done. “Take my place on the lookout for hostiles.” He said as he approached the door that led to the labs, unfortunately the doors automated systems were a bust after all that it had been done to it so Tazen was forced to open the door manually.

Once Tazen finally managed to open the door several things happened in the span of a few seconds. The scientists, and what few guards remained with them, panicked when they noticed that the door was being opened forcefully and began screaming; simultaneously one of the few remaining guards raised it’s rifle and shot at Tazen, the staccato sound of the rifle’s gunfire breaking the seeming calm around the area.

“Everyone, calm down!” Shouted Tazen forcefully, his shields having absorbed the gunfire directed at him by the panicked guard. The scared survivors stopped suddenly when they heard Tazen’s shout, as if suddenly breaking out of a reverie, their eyes widening in recognition as they took notice of the Initiative's logo on Tazen’s armor. Unfortunately the panicked shot from the scared guard had more dire consequences than merely weakening Tazen’s shields, as the sound of gunfire drew the attention of a nearby Kett patrol a fact that soon became clear to the rest of the team outside the building as the sounds of footsteps drew ever closer to the labs.

Soon enough the Kett forces, a group of about 7 consisting of 5 Chosen and 2 Anointed, were close enough that they were able to take potshots at Fireteam 2. “Survivors, you stay put here, this is not up for discussion, and that includes the guards as well.” He said as he turned towards the door once again. “Volintis, Matthews, Noratus, take defensive positions, engage the Kett forces!” Shouted Tazen as he hurried out of the building once he heard the first gunshot from the Kett “T’vessi, give the scientists and guards a cursory analysis then come to help defend us.” He said while taking cover outside the building, taking out his SMG once again. “Let’s wrap this up people, we are on the final stretch now.” Said Tazen as he briefly peeked from cover and took a potshot at the advancing group of Kett.

Dulce Et Decorum Est - WWI Inspired Nation Roleplay - The Reboot

I'm also staking my claim here as well, so count me in.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu Ah, thanks for telling me, will get working on my character sheet ASAP!

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Mortarion

Your interest has been noted! I have asked the two people that also had interest at an earlier point but could not quite make it in if they would like to join us around now, so we'll see whether I hear anything of them. Until that's done with, I cannot make any promises, but I will put you on the list of people to contact in the case of players bowing out yet!

@Hekazu

AH, completely understandable, thanks for letting me know and for adding me to the list of people to contact if there's an opening

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

So, I've been eyeing up this RP for a while, being a fan of Fallen London and all, and I was wondering if, in light of the player that recently dropped out, there was any space for me to join if that's possible? My apologies for bothering, been a fan of Fallen London for a long while and, well, this is the first RP I've seen on the setting on the site so I'd love to join if it's possible. Once again, my apologies for bothering and thanks in advance.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

Khosin hadn't done much during the brief duration of the exercise, too busy to pick the best target for him to tackle on to be bale to take any action before the training bout was cancelled due to the situation on Site 1. All in all, that fact didn't bother him much, and any annoyance that he could have felt at the cancellation of the exercise was soon forgotten when Tazen told them the exact situation that had happened on Site 1. As the shuttle made its way towards Site 1 dark thoughts began bubbling up to the surface of Khosin's mind, his time working with the Hegemony's military, raiding a base of insurgents against the Hegemony, and other darker memories came to the fore with such intensity that he only half-heard Tazen's plan.

He breather deeply, trying to calm his thoughts "That's in the past, there's no use relieving those memories." He thought internally, his hands shaking slightly as he thought to dispel the grip that his old memories had on his mind "You aren't the same as you were before, focus on the present." His train of thoughts continued, his hands clenching into fists "Focus on the mission, rescue the researchers...no matter the cost to yourself. It's the least you can do." He focused on that last idea, repeating it in his mind over and over like a mantra. He had nothing else left except ensuring that the Initiative was a success, he had known that fact since he had signed up back in the Milky Way and all the events that had transpired since their arrival to Heleus had only solidified that notion on his mind. His little inner mantra was interrupted when he felt the shuttle lowering down and the door opening so that he and the rest of Fireteam Echo could disembark.

Letting out the breath that he had been holding, Khosin slid his helm over his head before he left the shuttle and joined Sabinius and the rest of the team that'd act as a distraction. He nodded in agreement at Firu's words, a small chuckle escaping from his lips at what Clyff and Kargad had said. “Seems you’ll get your wish soon Yanagita.” Said the Batarian in response to what the human male had said as he noticed the telltale beep of a sent message on his omnitool. He didn’t need to play the message to guess it’s contents, Tazen had mentioned that if they were contacted it meant that they were free to engage the Kett forces present on Site 1. Activating his tech-armor, Khosin spared not a single second to tell everyone else of his plan before he launched himself straight into one of the Kett’s Chosen with a biotic charge, immediately pulling his Raider shotgun to finish his staggered foe before turning to face the remaining Kett forces converging on him. An all-too savage grin spreading across his face as he braced himself for the fight to come, shots erupting from his shotgun as he engaged the Kett forces approaching him directly.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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Hey hey! Welcome to our humble corner of the guild, nice CS btw, very comprehensive!

@The Fated Fallen

Thanks, and glad to hear that my CS was good! Can't wait to get my character into the story.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Hey everyone, not really too good with the whole introduction things but, huh, I'm excited to be part of this RP and I can't wait to jump into the story proper.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Nicademus

Username:Mortarion

Character Name:Nicademus Vahlen

Race/Species:Human

Gender:Male

Age:39

Career/Class:Knight (the Order of the Dusk)

Weapons:

• Valdium Two-handed longsword
• Hunting knife

Physical Description: Vahlen’s face could be easily described using one word: ugly. His escape from the melee between the Dorcha slavers and the Templars of Dusk resulted in him being mauled by the force creatures that roam the Souhland woods, leaving the left half of his face a ruined mess of slash scars and his time serving the Order of the Dusk has done nothing but only pile scars to the rest of his face. About the only thing that could be considered attractive about his face are his eyes, which are of a piercing blue color. For comfort, Vahlen prefers to keep his dark hair near constantly in a buzz cut.

Standing a few inches taller than 6 feet, it becomes readily apparent that Vahlen is well toned. Having spent his early life as a farmhand and the latter portions of it training to be, and as, a knight have left him with a well developed musculature, particularly his arms. This can also be seen on his hands, calloused from working at a farm and from near constant sword practice nowadays. Near two decades constantly travelling through the Southlands, and the many perils that implies, have left Vahlen’s body heavily scarred, a result of confrontations against many of the monstrous denizens that dwell through the Southlands and against quite a few Dorcha slavers and other such individuals.

When outside of his armor, a fact rare as Vahlen is loath to part from the company of his armor and the protection it presents, Vahlen wears a simple linen shirt that leaves his arms uncovered, usually wearing his tabard over his shirt. To complement his shirt, Vahlen usually wears a pair of plain trousers held by a simple leather belt.

Armor:Vahlen wears a set of interwoven metal plates atop chainmail, which is segmented along the torso, arms, and legs so as to provide him with greater dexterity in battle. On top of the torso section of his armor Vahlen wears a dark indigo tabard which is outlined by a forest green fabric, as is customary of the order of the Dusk. Alongside this, to protect his head, Vahlen usually wears a visored barbuta helmet.

Equipment/Other

• Leather bound journal
• Whetstone
• Travelling sack
• Small leather tent
• Bedroll
• Travelling supplies
• Bottle of alcohol

Mental Description/Personality: Having been born to a pair of farmers, Nicademus prefers people to be simple and honest, tending to show slight disdain and mistrust towards more shady and manipulative individuals, and prefers to behave in a similar manner. Nevertheless, he has a strong moral compass and can be counted on to help those in need, even if he finds their attitude to be distasteful.

This helping attitude easily extends to members of other races, les they be an obvious threat to the humans trying to colonize the Southlands where he’ll refuse to aid them and, even then, it has less to do with their race and more to do with the fact that they are endangering the human colonists in the Southlands, and indeed this attitude even extends to other humans who’d prioritize their own wishes over the safety of their fellow humans in the hostile South.

The only exception to this are the Dorcha, which Vahlen hates with a passion. While his training as a Templar has tempered his hate, it is nevertheless still there and, as such, the best that any Dorcha can expect is to be met with icy hostility if they encounter Vahlen in a peaceful situation and unbridled fury where they to meet him as an enemy.

Goals: Putting an end to the many menaces plaguing the Southland, with a special emphasis on the Dorcha one, so as to make it safer for colonization by humans coming from the North.

Background/History: Vahlen hails from the kingdom of Andred, where he lived alongside his parents as farmhands to one of the many noble lords of the kingdom. While life as a whole wasn't entirely horrible, Vahlen's parents chafed against the prospect of an unchanging life, solely dictated by the role they played in the lands owned by the noble to which they owed serfage. To this end, Vahlen's parents began to quietly gather what little money they made and while this meant that there were periods of time when the whole family went hungry or were unable to procure new clothing and other such necessities the efforts of Nicademus's parents paid off in the end: soon they had the required money to book passage in one of the ships ferrying those migrating to the Southlands.

The trip was hard for the Vahlen family, which was unaccustomed to travel by sea, but eventually they arrived to the Southlands shortly before Nicademus's 15th birthday, settling down in a patch of unoccupied land close to the coastal town of Darkwater along with the rest of those in the ship. Life was harsh in the South, but the motley group of individuals who had made the trip from the North managed to eke out a living and found a new village. Among the newly erected villager, Vahlen's father served as an unofficial leader of sorts of the farmers in the community; helping to guide them and to plan what crops would be farmed through the year to keep the village well fed and, were there to be enough surplus from the crops, to trade with nearby towns and villages. During this time the young Nicademus helped his father as a farmhand, toiling the land alongside him and other youths from the village.

Unfortunately the idyllic life in the village would come soon enough to an end, swallowed like many others by the perils of the Southlands in the middle of the night for a few months after its founding it was put to the torch by a raid of Dorcha slavers. The surprise attack took the village by surprise, with what few watchmen present being slaughtered before they could alert the rest of the villagers or put any sort of resistance, and virtually every inhabitant was soon captured by the elven raiders and bound in chains. Soon they were all marching in the night, it didn't take too long for the murmurs to begin among the captured villagers: some, those who had heard of the wicked Dark Elves beforehand, wondered what cruel fate awaited them while other, mainly parents with young children but couples as well, whispered to their loved ones reassurances to try and assuage their fears. The quiet chat between the captives slowed down the pace and the Drochas, fearing that they could be found out if they took too long before they returned to their underground cities, began whipping the captives, prompting them to resume the quick pace that had been set before the murmuring began.

This rhythm continued for hours, the captured villagers would slow down for a reason and the elves would whip them back into a more rapid pace, until suddenly a voice rang out in the night. Before the raiders had time to organize themselves a group of armored individuals attacked the slavers, sending everything into chaos. In the confusion of the fight Nicademus's parents released him from his chains, but were slain by one of the raiders in retaliation, fearing that they'd try and free the other captured villagers. Panic seizing his heart, Nicademus ran away in the middle of the night as the Dorcha raiders fought off the armored individuals. Heading into the forests, the young Nicademus ran as fast as he could away from the melee between the two groups.

Unfortunately, as he headed deeper into the forest, Vahlen was attacked by the numerous wild animals and monsters that dotted the woods of the Southlands. It would have been the end for the young man if the same armored individuals hadn’t found him in the forest after his escape, bleeding from many cuts and unconscious due to the blood loss. Fortunately for him the armored individuals treated his wounds, at least to the extent of stopping the blood loss, and took him back to their keep. When Nicademus awoke the next day he almost believed that everything that had happened was nothing more than a nightmare, if not for the fact that he awoke in a common dormitory; fortunately for him other survivors of the village raid had been rescued, who explained to Vahlen the situation they were in: they had been rescued by a group of knights from the Order of the Dusk and brought what villagers had survived the chapter house located in the town of Darkwater.

Shaken by the explanation, but unable to deny it as memories of what had happened the prior night resurfaced, Nicademus did the only thing that he could: he grieved for all that he had lost the previous night. For weeks he remained in such a state, wandering the chapter house of the knights like a lost spirit while the other survivors moved on and left the knight’s keep. Luckily for Nicademus the knights were generous for while they asked him to do menial chores for them, in return they allowed him to stay in the keep for as long as he needed. During this time his sorrow slowly, but surely, gave away, only to be replaced by something else: fury. The sorrow that had followed him for weeks had turned to fury against the Dark Elves who had destroyed the place were he had lived and who had cost his parents their lives, and from there a need for vengeance against the cruel Dorcha blossomed in Nicademus.

Knowing that he was merely the son of a farmer, and as such devoid of the skills he needed to carry his vengeance, the young Vahlen prostrated himself to the knights who had rescued him and begged them to train him, voicing his need to avenge his parents deaths to the knights he had prostrated himself before. The knights hushed him away after he was done speaking, telling the young Nicademus to leave them alone and to return to the duties he was performing in exchange for his continuous stay in the chapter house. After that, life in the keep continued as it had before with Nicademus continuing to do the chores that had been assigned to him while the knights trained until, one day, he was ordered to present himself to the knight in charge of the chapter house.

Once he presented himself he was told that his request had been carefully considered by the senior knights present at the time and that, after the deliberations were concluded, they had accepted his request, he was to be trained as one of the templars of the Order of the Dusk. The training that he was out through was arduous, but Nicademus was no stranger to hard work and the Dorcha raid, or more accurately its fallout, had steeled the young man’s resolve; as such, Nicademus quickly grew accustomed to the training regime he was being put through.

The long years passed by as Nicademus was molded by his training into a knight, until finally the day came that he was fully knighted before he turned 20. With his training complete, Vahlen was equipped and, for the first time in half a decade, left the grounds of the chapter house. His training regime had tempered his desire for vengeance with a genuine concern for the human population of the Southlands, instilling in him a desire to make the area safe for human colonization so that no further tragedies like the one that he had suffered would continue to repeat. For nearly two decades Nicademus has walked through the Southlands, hunting the vile Dorcha and many other threats that lurk in the woods, and now his travels see him taking temporary refugee in a village, following rumors of Fey activity.