Mortarion

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 2 (Completed)

Suffice to say that Tsleeixth will make a return, I'll try and get the CS up soon.

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

I am gonna be slightly selfish and nominate the bit where Tsleeixth, Sadri, and Leif tag teamed to take down the captain of the Kamal vessel that assaulted them on their way back after retaking the dwarven ballistas. I liked how the three worked together, and I also liked how Tsleeixth's atronach pushed the captain into the water for the latter to drown.

Honorable mention also goes to Sagax and Roze's suicide missions since those were always great.

Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

Khosin was keenly aware of the movements that his teammates had done, his four eyes allowing him to easily take notice of where Sabinius and Clyff had moved after he had charged straight into the enemy. He filed the information of his teammates position for latter, turning his focus back on the Kett currently shooting at him; bringing up his omni-tool in the direction of his assailants, a second later his drone manifested amidst the Kett shooting at him. Sparks of electricity arked from the hard-light chasi of the drone and towards the Chosen.

Switching his Raider shotgun for his Mattock AR, Khosin didn’t waste a second and took advantage of the brief window of opportunity presented to him by his drone dispatching his stunned enemies with precise shots. It was shortly after that that Clyff’s transmission reached Khosin’s ears.

“Anyone feel like covering me?”The transmission said “I’ll pay you back in beer.”

“Understood Ward, give me a second and I’ll reposition to provide covering fire.” Khosin said into the team comms. However, before he could reposition himself closer to Clyff’s position, another voice rang.

”Better idea, we’re going to engage the gaggle of bad guys from behind, shotguns at the ready. Keep an eye on the sky; I’m taking out the straggler. Please don’t let me do this alone.” The leader of Fireteam 1 spoke through the comms. It didn’t took Khosin very long to locate his Turian leader, his four eyes allowing him to easily scan the battlefield around him and the path that Sabinius followed with his jump jets. Khosin smirked slightly as he saw Sabinius take two Kett Chosen in quick succession after he had landed.

“Moving to support you sir, I’ll be there in a second.” The Batarian said as he heard Sabinius’s call for help from Ward. Biotic energy gathered around Khosin’s body once more, his stance shifting ever so slightly so that he was facing the spot next to where Sabinius had landed, before it suddenly exploded, the force of the biotic explosion carrying the Batarian the closest spot to Sabinius. Without waiting for a second, Khosin pulled back his fist, his enforcement gauntlet activating as he pulled back his arm, and quickly struck an encroaching Kett Chosen square in the chest. The chest of the Chosen caved in, the hit from the enforcement gauntlet destroying the chest of the Kett in one go leaving only a gaping wound in the corpse of the enemy.

Quickly turning around, Khosin pulled his Raider shotgun and let loose a volley of return fire towards the enemies that were shooting at Sabinius before quickly closing the gap and taking cover in a spot near the Turian “I’m here sir, what’s the plan of action now?” He spoke as he popped from cover, shooting another Chosen in the chest before taking cover once again. “Come on everyone, if you take this long me and Tannyx will wipe off all these Kett by ourselves.” He said with fake bravado through the team comms as he peeked from cover once more, shooting at one of the remaining Anointed. Unfortunately Khosin was a second too slow and the Anointed managed to bring his gun to bear, the heavy machine gun easily tearing through his Tech-armor and shield; only the quick use of his drone saved Khosin from certain death and, even then, he had taken a glancing hit to his side while taking cover again.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Ahh sorry for the super long description, this is my first Fallen London RP and it's one of my favorite settings so I got super pumped and before I knew it I was staring at a super-long bio hahaha.

EDIT: And yeah, I'l poke my head into the party in a while, probably should read through the IC first.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Aaand my character is posted, hopefully it's good and, well, if there's anything that needs to be changed don't be afraid to tell me and I'll fix it.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

Cassius Ashdown

Name: Cassius Ashdown
Title: Sergeant
Moniker: The Inquisitive Veteran
Age: 46
Race: Human
Appearance: Cassius is a tall individual, standing at 6’5 in height, with a well muscled body, the latter being a result of his time spent in the military and constant physical exercise afterwards that period. The invasion of Hell left it’s marks on Cassius’s body, the most evident being the missing eye but one can see scars here and there on his body from the Devil’s infernal weaponry; the only scar on his body that Cassius didn’t earn in that campaign is a scar that goes through the length of his throat, a souvenir from a near-failed scientific-expedition. Cassius normally wears a long, black, overcoat that reaches past his knees, with a white dress shirt underneath it; to compliment the overcoat Cassius wears a pair of matching black trousers and simple shoes. Along with this, Cassius almost always wears a pair of white gloves.

Primary Attribute: Watchful
Secondary Attribute: Dangerous
Connections:

• The Master:"Many still hold the Masters in contempt, but I for my part thank them. They have brought us to the next frontier: the Neath. If it weren’t for them we wouldn’t be positioned in this uniquely advantageous position to unlock its mysteries, even if they sometimes hinder our efforts in unlocking said mysteries."
• Bohemians:"They are self-centered, hedonistic, fops, it’s better to stay well clear from them. There’s nothing else to be said."
• Constables:"Ah, the protectors of the people of fair London, or that’s the ideal at any rate. Ah, how seldom does reality match the ideal but, even so, they still have their uses."
• Criminals:"In an ideal world, one would be able to acquire whatever it is that one needs through the proper, legal, channels. As it stands there are quite a few things, particularly books and relics, that can’t be obtained if one doesn’t make deals with those living in the shadows. A pity really, if things were otherwise one could save themselves so many headaches but it’s a sacrifice one must make in the search for knowledge."
• Hell:"Ah, our otherworldly neighbors, I was afraid I’d be asked about them. I should hate them, I lost a year of my life in that infernal dimension of theirs, and countless friends as well. And yet, when I see them, nowadays I can only see a mystery to be cracked open, it’s secrets ready to be revealed. Well, I suppose I don’t have to play nice to get that secret...in that sense I suppose that, yes, in a way I hate them.”
• Revolutionaries:"Ah, a similar case to the one with our criminal friends. In an ideal world, it wouldn’t be needed to deal with them, but they have information that is very, very, interesting. Still, how once can access that information is another matter entirely….for example one could always strike a deal with the Constables, a tip here and there about suspect revolutionaries in exchange for receiving a text here and there as a gift from a friend. Still, in spite of the knowledge they possess, they are utter fools, who would like to get rid of beings such as the Masters? Or the Bazaar? This people just don’t think what we could learn from either of them, and that I can’t forgive.”
• Rubbery Men:"Ah, they are fascinating creatures aren’t they? None of us know from where they’ve come, and not even the Devils seem to want to approach them. If only they could communicate with us easily, just think of what we could learn! Still, I suppose it remains a pipedream for now. However, I do know that we shouldn’t treat them as we currently do such an attitude is unbecoming of us."
• The Docks:"There isn’t much to say, I know a few people there due to the trading company but I wouldn’t say I’m particularly close to anyone there. At best I’d say we maintain a good professional relationship with those who work for the trading company."
• High Society:"I suppose I should say something about feeling at ease amongst them or that I’m accustomed to their lifestyle? Well, I’m afraid that’s not the case, we Ashdowns made our fortunes through our hard work and climbed the social ladder thanks to that, as a result of that I’m afraid we’ve never quite fitted entirely, and I have other more important matters than ingratiate myself like a sycophant to a bunch of snakes that will more than likely sneer at me once I turn my back."
• Church:"I haven't much to say, I pray for safety and good fortune from time to time but I wouldn’t call myself a devout believer. The last time I went to a chapel was during the mass held for those in my unit that were lost in the campaign of the ‘68, afterwards I haven’t set foot even once."
• The Great Game:"Ah, the Game, there isn’t quite anything like it, is there? In the end we’re all pieces of chess in the Game, at best I could say that I’m a pawn who is aware of his position but I have no further interest in involving myself in it beyond that."
• The Tomb Colonies:"Ah great source of information, I’ve been to Venderbright once or twice and what you can learn in that place is incredible! A few of the more, well, bellicose ones might ask you to duel them but they are in general quite amiable, it’s truly a shame that they are so reviled by the rest of our society, just imagine what we could learn if we were a bit more open-minded."
• Urchins:"Hmm, there isn’t much to say, a bunch of kids who turned to crime because our society couldn’t provide for them. No matter the way you look at it, their present situation is our fault, but unfortunately no one seems to want to do anything to fix that issue...though even if we tried, I doubt the Urchins would be too please. It’s a bad situation all around I’d say."

Background:Cassius was born in 1850 within the Ashdown family. The Ashdown’s were a wealthy family that belonged to the upper strata of the middle-class thanks to the ownership of a trading company and various contacts amongst the upper echelons of society. Cassius was groomed through the vast majority of his life to take his father’s place as the head of the Ashdown trading company, and as such was privately tutored in many of the subjects that his parents believed would help him in his future position at the head of the trading company such as fine etiquette and various other matters that would, in his parents eyes, hone the young Cassius trade acumen.

Unfortunately Her Enduring Majesty’s deal with the Masters of the Bazaar in 1862 would throw those carefully outlined plans into disarray. While the Ashdown family still had the vast majority of the fortune that it had gathered before London’s descend into the Neath, the trading company itself faced problem after problem as Cassius father tried to find new markets which to exploit in the unterzee an endeavor made all the more difficult due to the vastly more dangerous nature of the underground sea in comparison to its topside opposite. Eventually the Ashdown family founds its footing once again and though it'd never regain the same heights that it had managed to reach in the surface their position amongst society was still secure. Through this turbulent times Cassius life didn’t change much, with the exception of the necessary changes that came with adapting to life in the Neath that is, until the fateful year of 1868.

That year Cassius was supposed to enlist in Summerset College according to his father’s plans, the hope being that in that prestigious university Cassius could both simultaneously finish his education and build social connections that'd help him in his future position as the owner of the Ashdown trading company. However things weren’t to go according to the wishes of the elder Ashdown but on the day that Cassius was supposed to take the entry test into Summerset college, the younger Ashford instead signed up into London’s army. No one knows exactly what happened that day, Cassius’s family had never noticed in him a desire to enroll in the army nor a particularly strong sense of patriotism that could explain such an act and Cassius himself has never given any thorough explanation when prompted to explain himself, the only thing that is known for sure is that when he arrived home he announced his enlistment into Her Enduring Majesty’s armed forces. The next day Cassius was out of the Ashdown family to begin his training and shortly after that the ill-fated Campaign of the ‘68 took place.

Unfortunately for the young Ashdown, his unit was amongst those few unfortunates who managed to push past the ambush in the Forgotten Quarter into Hell proper. Cassius was returned to London a year latter amongst other soldiers after negotiations with Hell were over, he was bloodied and bruised and with a missing eye but alive; he was brought in for questioning shortly after that as to inquire what had happened to him and the rest of his squad during their captivity but Cassius couldn’t say what had transpired in the dimension that the Devil’s called home, the only thing that he could recall with full certainty was that his unit had suffered losses in their push into Hell and that his CO, in a bid to try and re-establish the chain of command, had given him a field promotion to Sergeant but, after that, his memories became hazier and hazier until he could remember nothing except for the fact that they had been eventually captured. Too shaken up, to the point of seeming almost delirious, Cassius was allowed to return to his home after it was established that he couldn’t provide anymore information about the fate of his comrades, the next day a letter arrived in the Ashdown household. The letter detailed that while the Royal Army had ratified Cassius’s field promotion for his service in the name of Her Enduring Majesty, it was also relieving him of duty permanently before closing with the fact that he’d start receiving his pension as a veteran shortly enough.

Cassius was rudderless for a brief period of time as he readjusted to London’s society once again but he soon regained his bearings and stated his desire to continue his education. The senior Ashdowns had expected their child to enlist in Summerset to continue his path as a successor of the family’s trading company, like it had been planned two years ago, but to the surprise of his family Cassius enlisted in Benthic and not only that but he seemed to be focusing almost to a single-mindedness degree in all the subjects that concerned the Neath, that strange avenue of knowledge that had open when London fell from the surface. The years of college slowly passed by as Cassius focused wholeheartedly in his pursuit of knowledge and, eventually, Cassius was out, his time as a student at Benthic coming to an end. Now that his studies were done, Cassius was forced to take charge of the family trading company. Somewhat fortunately for the senior Ashdown male, Cassius was interested in keeping the company afloat if for entirely different reasons than his father.

Using the money earned by the company, Cassius funded his own research into the mysteries of the Neath and even helped to co-fund more than one scientific expedition. However this also meant that the trading company has, at times, gone slightly underfunded due to Cassius’s interests, this precarious balance that Cassius maintained as he tried to both fulfill his obligation to his family’s trading company and pursue his own interests in the mysteries of the Neath continued on for years until one day, when returning from his latest scientific expedition, he found out a letter that differentiated from the usual, business-related, correspondence that stockpiled while he was out at zee. There, inside of the envelope, was a letter addressed to him, inviting him to a masked ball held by the upper crust of London’s society; seeing an opportunity in the masqued ball to finally correct the precarious equilibrium between his obligations and his own interests, Cassius accepted the letter without hesitance.

Intrigue in the Fifth City - A Fallen London RP

@Hekazu My apologies for hte delay with the sheet, I've been super busy with university but I'll get it done either by today or by tomorrow tops. Once again, my apologies for the delay and for the lack of communication on my end.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

My post is done, my apologies if Nicademus came off as too confrontational but I doubt that many people would immediately trust the party, even after Settione's words, on account of the fact that the group is rather eclectic and there's two species in it that usually tend to attack humanity most of the time. Also, speaking of Settione, I'm assuming that he is easily identifiable as a priest, but if he is not I can edit that out. Anyways, with that said, I hope that the post is good and is up to the RP's standards. Once again, thanks for letting me join!

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

What had made him stay in the village for so long, Nicademus couldn’t say. He had spent almost half of his life as a travelling knight for the Order of the Dusk, doing his part to keep the Southlands just a little safer for those who dared to settle in the untamed land, and had passed through countless other villages like this one not saying for more than a week at most in any of them, and yet here he had stained for a whole month already. “Maybe I’m getting nostalgic in my old age.” He thought idly as he walked through the road that led through the town.

Ever since he had arrived he had taken it upon himself to patrol the town through the night and, eventually, to help train the town’s guards. Luckily for him the night was peaceful and as far as he could tell it; a wistful smile briefly crossed his face, if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine that he was back at his old village. However, as soon as the thought entered his mind, Nicademus froze, his fists clenching in anger as he stood there for a few seconds that, in his mind, stretched for an eternity. “There's no use to reminisce about such things.” He muttered bitterly to himself “Focus on the present, that's all that matters.” He said as he shook his head to dispel his errant thoughts, continuing his patrol of the town until it was his turn to be relieved for the night.

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After he had been relieved from duty patrol the last night Nicademus had returned to his small accommodations in the village inn to get a bit of rest but, unfortunately, sleep eluded him during that night, anxiety keeping him up, his mind turning towards memories of the past seemingly of it’s own volition, despite his best efforts to fall asleep. Knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, Nicademus decided that it’d be for the best to keep himself busy instead of staying in his room and welling up in anxiety over past memories. Having made up his mind, the knight got up, got dressed, and put on his armor before going out of the inn and towards the little area that had been designated as the training ground for the town’s guard. Once there he started his usual training routines, letting his mind fall into the familiar concentration that came up with training.

Time passed by and, eventually, the training ground was filled with new recruits, the sergeant assigned to train them, and a few older guards with enough free time to train. Having regained his composure after his training routine, Nicademus decided to help some of the sergeants with training the new guards. He circled through the training grounds, correcting errors in footwork, stances, and guards amongst those that were training unsupervised. He was starting to consider findign a sparring partner when suddenly a voice cut his thoughts.

“Sir Vahlen, Sir Vahlen!” A guard was shouting as he ran towards him, coming to a halt. The man bent over, putting his hands on his knees, and began panting “Thanks Guandet that I managed to find you sir.” He said between pants, taking a few more seconds to catch his breath “A group of individuals were approaching the village, a few of our men stepped out of the gate to stop them, luckily they don’t seem hostile but there are a few non-humans in the group.” The guard said turning to look at Nicademus in the face “I was told to go and get you sir, the guards near the gate are unsure of what to do and want to know your opinion on what we should do.” The man finished his explanation.

Nicademus nodded and made his way towards the open gate that led towards the bridge that crossed the ditch. By the time he arrived to the gate a priest seemed to be addressing the guards near the gate, he wasn’t sure for how long the man had been speaking but he at least heard the man imploring shelter and refreshment in the village. “And we would like to help Your Reverence, but I’m afraid to say that you and your fellow travelers are a suspicious lot and it’s often dangerous to trust blindly here in the Southlands” The Knight said as he took out his valdium blade, planting the tip on the ground before resting his hands on the crossguard of the sword. He let his eyes wander through the colorful party of individuals quickly moving from one individual to the next until he caught sight Aeryn, his body tensing immediately after noticing the Dorcha's presence in the group. “I’ll do you the courtesy of assuming that you aren’t here with ill intent.” The Knight said, his voice colder and more tense than before “But before we let you in I’d like to know what’s your objective here, and how did you come to this place.” He said, waiting for an answer from anyone “Did your Dorcha friend over there guided you here?” He asked, disdain palpable in his voice, pointing towards Aeryn with his finger before laying his hand on the crossguard of his sword once more.

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Mass Effect Andromeda: Frontier

I have a post in Khosin for the making, so I'll probably post that soon-ish once I get it done.