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Rigging the Election: The Clinton Campaign and DNC incite violence at Trump Rallies

@VilageidiotxI already said I'm voting Hillary, yet don't like her and am not a democrat. My only reason is because I think Trump has all of Hillary's flaws, and is also inexperienced and racist. That doesn't change the fact I am an independent and don't like Hillary.

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

@MacabreFox, welcome back.
Dax would not be at the camp when Kamals arrive.

@gcold

I shall post on the morrow, and I haven't read everything that has transpired yet but...wut. The Kamal is attacking? And Dax was moved?

Rigging the Election: The Clinton Campaign and DNC incite violence at Trump Rallies

@Dinh AaronMkNo my friend, it's just literal math and statistics. I hope a third party candidate wins someday, but Gary Johnson is the most popular one, at 10%, and even then, his policies aren't that good.

It's literally like you needing to choose between Coke and Dr. Pepper, and you choose one and are standing at the line just about to check out. Then your friend goes "WHY DON'T WE GET 7 UP!?!?!?!?" and you're like "dude we're at the check out line. I'm not going back."

If 3rd was gonna win, they shoulda made a bigger showing of themselves a year ago, back when it mattered. Though, Bernie Sanders kinda sucked up everybody that didn't want to vote for Trump or Hilary so, maybe 3rd wouldn't have done well this time regardless. But like I said, Gary Johnson isn't a good choice anyway, from what I have heard.

...voting third party as a vote of no confidence. That's what it is. Saying "I have an opinion and am willing to vote, but I will not vote for who you are running."

McMullin, Stein, and Johnson. You got choices. They'll never become president, but they'll stick in the craw of those who fucked up the choices this year.

@Vilageidiotx

It's not about 'sticking it to the man.' It's about making sure america has a commander in chief that won't be terrible for it.

Rigging the Election: The Clinton Campaign and DNC incite violence at Trump Rallies

@Dinh AaronMkI'm not fooling myself. Just seeing this without prejudice.

Legacy - Warhammer Fantasy-inspired War NRP

Twenty five hundred RifleDwarfs had just finished loading as the Rangers hoofed past them, heading into the Dwarf lines. The Dwarf front line hefted shield and readied themselves. Just behind, on the rise of the ground, Thraggi Fwalinson the head Artilleryman had just readied the Dwarven artillery and gotten them loaded. Not a moment too soon.

"Fire 5 volleys of the multi cannon." he ordered them. "On my mark." The brown bearded Dwarf wearing his nose guard helm gazed at the oncoming horde. He'd been told the strategy with how they'd deal with this first wave, and they needed to save ammunition for the bulk of the forces. "Catapults...fire! Multi-shot, fire!" he ordered, throwing his hand down.

All save the great Cannons fired. They were loaded and in reserve for later. Suddenly, the 'ka-chuck' of the Catapults and the concussive 'boom' after 'boom' from the multi shot gun filled the air. Still hundreds of paces out, the clan rats were not quite in accurate Rifle range. The Artillery was perfectly placed however, and soaring death now rained upon the Vermintide as rocks the size of Dwarf shields and high powered cannon shot tore through fur, armor, and flesh, soaring into the ranks. Every shot killed dozens upon dozens.

As the mass continued forward, the second volley of artillery was fired just as twenty five hundred RifleDwarfs hefted their Caplock rifles, aimed, and fired. Countless 'cracks' resounded in the air as their bullets tore through the first and second ranks of the vermin. They reloaded with practiced efficiency and the concentration only a Dwarf could muster, hefted, and fired again. They could now see the whites in the Vermin's eyes as they were gunned down.

After their second volley, they retreated behind the lines in unison, given cover fire by the two thousand crossbow Dwarf bolters upon the hill. While the crossbow wasn't as armor piercing as a bullet, it was still very reliable when it came to punching through armor, and it had greater ranged. Their crossbow quarrels thudded and shredded into the Vermintide. The Dwarf King hefted his hammer high into the air, and as their ranks closed shields again for the Dwarf Riflemen to take a high ground, he cried out to the ancestors for their blessing on this day.

As if on cue, over three thousand Berserker Dwarves ran out of the flanks and within the temporary gaps in the Dwarf army just before the shields closed, streaming forward as an avalanche of muscle, hair, and gleaming axes. They could smell the thousands of dead Vermin, bringing them a bloodlust as they charged forward with reckless abandon and violent roars. @TemplarKnight07

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The thunder of hooves and roars of the Berserkers filled the air as butchery was had in the center of the melee. Blood spurted and limbs were shorn off. One Berserker was gutted, but even as his entrails fell out of his thick stomach he cleaved the head of a beastman and ended its life. Havoc and chaos raged in the maelstrom of bodies.

The Ironguard gave off warcries of Khadrin (the Dwarven language) and held their PoleAxes out as if they were defending against cavalry. These Dwarfs were noteable at punching through charging armor, and many Razorgors were spitted on steel or pierced by the heads of the PoleAxes. The Beastmen's weight was still something to be reckoned with, as was their savagery. Some of the Ironguard were ripped down or tackled. The chariots cut down a few Ironguard caught unaware, some of them being mauled by the beasts pulling them. However, the tough Dwarves hacked and stabbed at the beasts with their pole weapons. Some even had the reach to attack those beastmen in the chariots.

Beastman and Berserkers were torn by the Alphagor's insane volley. Grimbold pointed at the beast and roared in Khadrin to destroy that monsters. Alchemical fire from the flamethrowers showered and melted the beastmen that were distracted by the berserkers, and Grimbold ordered a charge of his Greatbearded warriors. The venerable Dwarves hefted their shields and rune weapons, crying out, and then moving as one, stepping over the charred remains of the burnt Beastman corpses. Before they reached the lines, the ranged Dwarfs fired off another volley of bolts and bullets.
@ClocktowerEchos

Rigging the Election: The Clinton Campaign and DNC incite violence at Trump Rallies

@Dinh AaronMkI'm an independent so I agree that third party isn't necessarily wasted usually, but I think the only time it's not wasted is if they have a big following near the beginning of a campaign. It's way too late in the game for it to effect anything really, atm.

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

Drimbold Hammarson

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

*Skilled: Mining, Unarmed

*Adept: Club/Spear Weapons, Smithing

*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

40K: Warlords

Present!

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

@FuzzybootzI'll make sure this first mission ends with my next post (unless people don't commit to an attack), so we have more interaction. Then we'll all be able to get into a time skip. If you have nothing you feel you can say here, I don't mind letting you wait a small bit. I'm hoping to post this weekend, but don't worry about going over the time limit :)

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

He slipped his arm away from hers naturally, and returned the smile. He felt like he'd mess up somehow if he spoke again, if he was being honest with himself. It wasn't usually like him to be this interested but, what he did know was that he enjoyed spending time with this girl. Maybe it was the newness of it, but maybe not. Still, he'd not let it get in the way of what they were trying to do, and he was fairly sure she wouldn't either. Valerie might be newer than some to this, but she seemed mature beyond her years in a fashion.

He placed his hand on one last beam that jutted above his head as they reached the mouth of the alley and halted for a moment. "Here we are..." he breathed, uncertainty in his voice at first. He spotted what he was looking for not a moment later, however. He took a step out of the alley, and maneuvered his way past the crowd of men and women walking to and fro. Before them was a row of stalls. To the left, a young woman with blonde hair sold fruit to passersby, and to the right a short man with dark skin selling exotic spices.

Markus stopped in front of one of the larger stalls. It was almost a small shack, with a roof to help a small group out of the rain or sunlight, and a large table with various items for traveling. At the stalls flanks were small walls lined with various weapons, rope, sacks, and tools. At the center was a doorway behind the salesmen, where he kept most of his stock. The salesman was a curiosity however.

He was a stout and weather-beaten Dwarf, wearing leather trousers and a studded tan jerkin over a wool shirt. His beard was dark and trailed down to his waist. The curiosity was not the way he dressed, or the smoking pipe in his mouth. He was missing his left eye. In its place was a black onyx gem that gleamed as if it was a workable, baleful eye that could stare into someone's thoughts. Still, he smoked nonchalantly enough.

Markus gave an encouraging nod to Valerie, before slipping his hands into his pockets and addressing the Dwarf that had not yet looked their way. "Edgar." Markus said.
"Oh, ye remember my name, do ye?"
"I just saw you a month ago."
The Dwarf shrugged. "Men forget things."
The Swordmage let out a small snigger. "We can't all live to be three hundred years old."
"Seems to me you, nor the lass-" he said, pointing his pipe at Valerie before smoking some more. "-won't be living past a tenday if yer Elf friend is to believed."
"You...spoke to him?"
"No, he's just loud."
Markus could not help but chuckle at that. The Dwarf continued. "If yer to be taking that contract the mayor's handing out, I have something ye might be interested in." he said, glancing to the left with his one eye, before returning his gaze to the two of them. "I don't know you well, and I don't know yer lady friend at all, but if ye do manage to finish this job, I hear tale of a Sorceress back in Highmast that'll pay quite well fer artifacts, and trinkets of a magical nature to be found in the ruins. I would too, in fact. Ye just come back here and let me know if ye got any. I'll pay a tad less, but ye'll get a discount on me stock too."
"Ruins?" Markus asked incredulously. He shared a look with Valerie, and Edgar went on to explain that down into the lowlands were tombs and small abandoned cities laid by the ancient human kingdom of Dar'gon, which itself had been built over an old Elvish kingdom. Apparently the rumor was they were haunted, as well.
"We uh, we'll see what we can do." the Swordmage said openly with a shrug. In all honesty, that sounded like it would get them a pretty penny.
"Now." the Dwarf declared, puffing a smoke ring out of his pipe. "Ye wanting supplies?"@Luminosity