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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

OOO! OOO! ME! ME!

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@AristoI appreciate the honesty, and in all probability we will be accepting new IC's after it begins. Maybe we can start you off in a week or two if you'd want your sheet done then. I think we might still not be in anything action-y yet. If you'd wish, that is.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@Aristo Maybe you got sidetracked, and it's cool, but how is the character looking?

@Not FishingI will give this character a looksie after work tonight.

Wheel of Time RP

This....damn, I'm surprised no one has done this before.

A Song of Men and Arms: A Homeric Rp

I probably won't have time, but this is interesting.

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

It all seems to be going smoothly so far he told himself sarcastically. He almost chuckled as they left the gates, remembering what one of his old companions would say back after Markus' first big battle. 'Yeah, I was doing great before the fighting started.' That did bring a smile to his face. He missed traveling with Kenneth. But, he was fortunate to travel with Valerie, he knew. He trusted her, the Swordmage realized. Markus' own purchase from Edgar had been a torch, some rations, and a few throwing knives that caught his eye. He was okay with them, but he'd practice whenever they would stop, he told himself.

"Ready for this?" she asked him with a sideways glance. They had just set off on the road, which would soon be a road no longer. He knew she needed encouragement, and he needed a bit himself. But by the end of his response, he found he believed his own courage. He gave a boyish grin. "Hell yeah." His sword at his hip, his shield at his back, and his pack opposite the hip of his sword, he rested his hands on his hilt and his belt as they began.

From up at Hillglen, they had a great view of the frontier before them. A forest of sparse birch and elm trees were laid before them in a flowing blanket of leaves near as far as the eye could see. It very much looked like a sea, for the lowlands seemed to intermingle with the highlands, causing it to look akin to vast waves roiling up and down. Rocky crags were seen ubiquitously placed near the eastern edge of the huge valley, before they flowed into the foothills of a mountain range that blocked any view past them. To the north, a mountain range even further away loomed like the teeth of an ancient dragon. Between them, a (relatively) small pass led further east past the first mountains before them. North past that, before the mountains, the forest seemed to grow ominously thicker.

Now however, they had to make it down hill. The two adventurers went upon the road for an hour or two, simply enjoying the sounds of nature as the sun began to truly warm the day. Markus hummed an elvish tune, still content they were close enough to Hillglen's walls for him to feel content and safe enough to be a tad merry. Once, small birds fluttered past the two, and Markus allowed his hum to form into the flowing words of that particular part, to cause the birds to circle back around. One even fluttered and landed on Valerie's shoulder, which caused Markus' elvish song to falter as he chuckled, and just as suddenly the bird fluttered off in a furious flap of wings, no longer soothed by the melody.

It was just then, a few hours before noon, they had made it to the fork in the road. Left to the wilderness, right to Highmast. They started off, the gnarled trees with a few familiar birds, but other than that nothing seemed to stir. Then again, this was near the stop the Orcs had attacked them a day ago. Perhaps the violence still permeated the air. Thankfully no Orcs had lingered and there was no a danger yet, for soon they reached the slope that led downward into the wilderness proper. They'd need to help one another and grab ahold of a few trees that had clung to the slope. It was full of fallen leaves and upturned earth, when not bare with hard ground and rock.
@Luminosity

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

@rush99999No, I meant 10. I delayed y'all which is my bad. But because of the delay I am also allowing people to go over the regular time with my 10 day rule this once.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Fetzen@BCTheEntity@The Fated FallenI will reply within 2 or so days. I'd love it if TFF could post before then, but if not that's ok. After that, the timer will be 7 days to post from there so don't worry about your timer until then.

@Vas KhaleenI will give you another chance if you want to stay. After I post, you'll have 3 days, my friend. But if you just want to not be here, I understand.

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

Within the next two days I will post, and once I do you'll all have 10 days to say something. Don't worry about going over until then :)

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Branack didn't seem wholly unwelcoming, but he did seem to be less than impressed at the array of men who sat at the table. He seemed far more interested in the ale and cake that he recieved from the fleshy lass that served it. "My thanks." he told her in both greeting and farewell, and he began to help himself to his tasty snack as the men and girl about the table began to discuss their hellos and the journey at hand.

"So, a smith are you?" Branack asked, giving off a light (for him) burp and wiping his mouth with a bit of cloth. It was a rhetorical question, and he saw fit to let them say their pieces as he ate and supped at his leisure. Judging from their words, they seemed to view this quest with trepidation, and well they should! Men were young and impulsive, and this was a quest of the gravest circumstances. For this was no ordinary anvil they sought. He could still scarcely believe they were after the maker's anvil.

To Cole's acknowledgement, he spake "My thanks." with a bow of his head. "But my experience with the forge was only a short time. I know the workings of caves, minerals, and mining far more. Though I dare say I could forge a fine blade or pot if need be. Unfortunately, it seems that this journey requires far more." he declared to the table.

"Not least of which is a strong arm and a fearless heart, for we could very well face the foulest of beasts and peoples. Mark my words however. Faithless is he who says farewell when the road darkens, and if you lot are intent upon this quest, let it be said so now, for there might be no turning back later. And if indeed the anvil of Aule is in danger, I shall allow no one to hinder in its reclamation."