POOHEAD189

Ban the Person above you

Banned because I keep thinking you're @Lady Amalthea when I see you post.

Into The Dark: Mercenaries (Heroes of Fame and Fortune)

@frapetAs long as you let me know that you're under odd circumstances, I'm willing to give leeway :D

FateFallen - Dark Souls-Inspired Sci-Fi Medieval RP (Lots of World Building Opportunity) [Limited Spots] MOVED TO OOC

@The Fated FallenYou know I was thinking the same thing

Projection

Well, I have been systematically finishing other RP things, and am nearly done. So, to Projection I say...

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Work in Progress

Character Sheet.

Name: Drimbold Hammarson

Age: 187

Appearence:



Drimbold is a muscled, burly Dwarf of gnarled skin nearly thick as leather. He's hardly ever seen without his helmet, but he's got a long thick mane of grey hair trailing down his back, just as his great braided beard trails down to reach past his belt. He weighs over two hundred pounds despite being over a head shorter than most men. His eyes are the color of iron, framing his leathery face. His barrel chest is made of hard muscle, as is the rest of him. If you could ever picture a bearded boulder wielding an Axe and shield, it would look a lot like Drimbold Hammarson.

Race: Dwarf

Diety: Belia, Lady of the Mountain.

Personality:Drimbold is a wise and battle hardened Dwarf, with a dour disposition. If he even has a sense of humor, it's a very dark, mirthless one. He often grumbles when not speaking, and will not hesitate to tell a lesser experienced person 'what for,' or "I told you so." On the surface, he seems nothing more than an old veteran with a single minded determination and stubborn/grumpy to a fault.

This is not entirely inaccurate, but the fact that he does not speak much does not mean he lacks feeling. The death of his hearth and home was devastating to him, and it took him years to get over it and fuel his purpose in life to halting the advancing dead. Some say he's too stubborn to die, having sworn to see the crusades done before he finally keels over from old age.

He enjoys working with his hands and loves thinking through strategies. However, sometimes his bullheadedness means he'll charge in regardless of whether or not he's thought up a good strategy. He'll not be talked down to, no matter if you're a King or a Duchess. He demands respect, but shows himself like an old uncle or grandfather to those who give him due honor.

Skill:

*Masterful: Axemanship, Smithing

*Skilled: Mining, Unarmed

*Adept: Club/Spear Weapons, Tracking

*Novice: Cooking, Strategy

Traits:
Dwarven Stubborness: Strong and enduring both mentally and physically, but it's hard to sway him once he makes up his mind and sets his feet in a direction.

Soldiery: Has a good mind for combat, and where do stand on a battlefield, and general warfare.

Great Beard: Very old, so a bit slow sometimes, and stuck in his ways. But very wise, as well.

Craftsman: Good at working with his hands.

Backstory: Drimbold grew up in one of the smaller northern towns of Operath, growing up as a miner for some time, before he became a shaper of metal and a smith of some local renown. Due to the frontier style of their town, they had to deal with various marauders and monsters, having an active militia that some of the strongest folk took part in and trained monthly. Drimbold was one of the senior members of it when the Shining Coffin gates swung open.

He protected his town and his young family from a few straggler undead that had made it to the northern mountains, but it was nothing truly to worry about. It was the 2nd war that drove him into the pit of despair, for he and his fellows were summoned northward to halt the advance of the new and improved army of the dead. While they slew more than they lost, they lost much more than they could afford, and their militia band scattered.

Their village was decimated, and Drimbold lost his wife and daughters to the Undead horde, and swore vengeance on all Undead and their masters. He put down his hammer for good, and took up his Axe and armor, serving in the army until the 2nd war was complete, and after that serving as a guard and Mercenary until he was called for this new Crusade of Reclamation. No damned Crusade would be had without him there. The Dwarf was now quite old, but still very hearty and strong.

Weapons and Armor:

• Coat of plates (and armor such as greaves, pauldrons, etc.)
• Helm
• Well forged Axe
• Large Shield
• Throwing Axe

Misc Gear and Possessions:

• Trail rations
• Flask
• Keepsake Necklace
• Iron rings along his fingers and beard

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

So I'm pretty sure someone drew fanart of Dax

To Cure a Curse

He supposed they did have some parting food for Calanon. The Elf was surprised yet again at the hospitality Thea and Merek showed their guests. He guessed he'd been out in the wilds far too long to think of anyone other than the villages he already knew of it to be kind. Even the few cities he'd visit were often either hostile, or gave him unwelcoming looks.

"Oh, thank you." he said honestly, giving them a bow as he entered the room. "I would very much enjoy some if you'd offer it." The smell of jam mingled with the mouth watering taste of freshly cooked sausage, among other things. He decided to help her set the table. It was the least he could do. "Oh no, I couldn't" she said to him, but he wouldn't take no for an answer. Back at the villages he would frequent, they would always do everything for him and he had always wanted to help.

Once the table was set, he asked for leave so he could go see to Brogach. Thea said 'of course!" of course, and Calanon gave her a smile and just missed Rayadell as he went outside to check on his dear friend. The stables were still cozy and warm, and Calanon found Brogach huffing, but rested and ready to take on the day. "Hold a small while longer friend. We'll be ready shortly." the Elf said. Brogach tilted his great horned head, but said nothing else.

Calanon had strode back inside just in time to see the Thea and Merek having sat down, and Rayadell present as well. The Elf was soft spoken as always, and just as quiet when he began eating, not saying a peep as he downed the delicious food. Thea and Merek however began to chat idly over the 'withertoos' and the 'why fors.'

Ashes of Nabushan(Faction/Character RP)

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Perhaps I can, my friend.

A Pirate's Life For Me {Angel & Poohead}

Will advanced once more, and gave a good two swipes for good measure. Somehow, the woman was able to dodge them. It didn't matter too much, he wasn't finished yet. He'd be damned if he let a pirate escape, no matter how sultry they were. Though, whenever he had daydreamed fighting a pirate, he'd never quite pictured the corsair to be a woman.
She was now pressed back to the workbench. He gave a thrust as he found the advantage seemed to be his, his face bespoke concentration. He briefly wondered if finishing her off would be moral, however.
@AngelBites15

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Eloryen opened an eye at her last comment, and he watched them leave. Markus gave the Elf a wink as they walked, arm in arm. The Swordmage looked very much satisfied with the morning. The sun was just starting to heat the day up a bit, its rays warming the two young Mercenaries as they strode casually through the throng of people. It seemed the market place was just now beginning to bustle.

"I figure we'd need to grab a few things before we head on." he told her, glancing her way with an easy and pleasant look on his scarred, youthful face. "I know a good place to grab whatever we'd need. Maybe get some good gossip too." The two had now found they were near the back of a few stalls. A small alley between the stalls and the stores that led to the greater courtyard proper.

"Watch your head." he told, indicating the low beams set by the back of the buildings. After they had ducked under the first beam, he looked to her and met her eyes. "Hey, I had fun last night." The mercenary said it casually, but he looked quite earnest. "I'd like to do it again sometime, you know, when we're not-" he ducked again. -fighting for our lives." @Luminosity