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

@rush99999@Fuzzybootz@Jbcool@frapet@Jollan@Sleater@Jotunn Draugr
I'd like more opinions, because this effects whether or not you have a timer atm or not.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Damn, nice!

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@Not FishingHavent read everything yet, but only do 2 weapons. A big one and a small one. You have 3 (or 4 if you count the walking stick)

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Ok guys, we're starting without any further delay Thursday.

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

Kayden leaped past Nuva to run down the Sorcerer. Purplish tendrils arced towards Kayden, but the Merc captain rolled below them at the last moment and booted the Sorcerer's legs out from under him. He rose up and stabbed the conjurer, ending his pitiful life for good. Cassilda nodded to Nuva, and sent her own mystical stream at the DeathKnight. She was not as spent or broken as the Sorcerer had been, her magic flying out vastly swifter.

The DeathKnight held up his sword and used his Hellmetal blade to absorb most of the sorcery, the runes on his ornate longsword blazing and glowing white hot. She then leaped at the fiend, before backpedalling almost instantly to goad him into attacking. He was confident enough and strode forward ominously, inexorably. His blade met her sword and Nuva's maul, moving and twirling expertly as sparks began to fly. His weapon began to chip away at their weapons' and defenses. Until Haukford and Virgil entered the fray, followed by a nearly healed Morek.

Suddenly, the DeathKnight was now vastly outnumbered, but it still held on for far longer than any would have thought possible. His blade whipped, and cut through Haukford's chest piece as if it were leather. The man cried out and fell back. They continued to press, but a lucky hit from Morek's huge axe struck the DeathKnight on the hamstring, sending him to his knees. "The Dark Gods will consume you all." were his last words as Nuva struck him across the skull.

As the helm was shattered, the three souls the Knight of the Dreadlands had consumed billowed out of its visor like terrible smoke that dissipated in midair. Kayden cleaned his blade off of the Sorcerer's cloak, and sheathed his sword. "Cassilda." he said. "Beglamour one of these men and let's finish this..."
The Prince then let out a light sigh, and looked about. "So...this is our new home, huh? It's nice. A bit dark but, probably from the blood magic."

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With that, the new Mercenary company lured the fleeing bandits into the keep, and closed them in for the slaughter. As some tried to escape, they had to contend with the party they had already met upon the road. Within 3 days, they had sent nearly 50 ears to the bounty collectors. Once they were verified, Kayden and his Conqueror's had won their guild house, and their ticket into Starkvale.

Cue Theme!

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

@rush99999@Fuzzybootz@Jbcool@frapet@BCTheEntity@Austronaut@Jollan@Sleater@Jotunn Draugr
Now, I'm thinking of making a new thread for this for a 'part 2.' Mainly because 1) it would spark some interest with the next mission, and 2) new players could get it advertised again and they could join. You guys wouldn't need to do anything but copy/paste your character sheets and get to posting afterwards. What do y'all think?

2016 US Election: Day Zero

If Jeb won, I wouldn't be too disappointed.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

The two bolts by An-Hasst plunged into the bog creature's body in their intended spots, one through the collarbone first and foremost. The Lizardman seemed to take this as it was now, and decided he at least wanted the killing blow. He waded forward and hissed ferally, hefting his sword about like a coiled serpent.

Beren's Axe bit into the bog creature's flank, and Geradin tossed a few pebbles at the creature. The pebbles must have been fueled by his priestly magics, for they exploded on impact, making chunks of its bog flesh to fly into the swamp to becoming nothing more than moss again. As Alice's swirling magic missiles twirled about it and struck home, it was disoriented enough for the Lizardman to strike upwards with its large sword and pierce its head.

The bog monster roared gutturally, before collapsing onto itself into a bloated mass of thick and fleshy moss that suddenly lost all life and animation. Small waves churned from where its 'corpse' now resided, and the Lizardman hefted its shield and sword high and hissed in victory.

Beren's legs were now covered with the bog creatures 'entrails' and he comically let out an 'uegh' before glancing the Lizardman's way. "So, why were you fighting this thing, or do you plan on fighting us now?"

"I am a ssssssslayer of great beastssss!" the Lizardman proclaimed. "It's too bad thisss creature hasss no flesh to devour."
@Fetzen@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity

Wheel of Time RP

Well, to say the least, I am interested. And yes I am bumping too

THE UNDYING CRUSADE

S P R I N G W I N D K E E P - 1 5 T H D A Y O F S U M M E R

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In general, Drimbold cared little for camraderie and speeches that impassioned the masses. The old Longbeard knew it was necessary for morale, and this Douchess seemed like she believed her words and would hold to them. He now saw she wasn't the soft sort he had initially thought. Perhaps this crusading army had the right zeal to face this unrelenting enemy of the dead after all.

Ubiquitous puffs of smoke billowed out of Drimbold's pipe as he listened. The heavy old Dwarf was set down on a small stone border 'round the stables. His gear was on him, as it often was nowadays. Swords were drawn and hefted high, and to compensate for his lack of excitement, he let out a ring of smoke that flowed out toward the crowd to show his support.

Once the contingent of troops set out, he pulled himself to his feet and stuck his finished pipe back in the small rucksack that held his belongings. "Thank the Mountain Queen." he muttered, referring to Belias of course. The Dwarf did not often hold to ceremony when it came to the younger races, or Elves for that matter. But his God would always garner respect from him, who owes her his life and another chance for vengeance.

M A R C H I N G O R D E R S ; R O A D T O N U B I N A - 1 5 T H D A Y , 8 T H H O U R

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They trudged forward through the coming wilderness. Drimbold was old and short legged, but he had a tirelessness to his stride that was more akin to a boulder rolling downhill than a man marching. With his huge Axe rested upon his shoulder, and his great shield upon his back, he strode confidently and inexorably forward. An acorn fell and struck his helmet, 'pinging' off of it and ricocheting into the bushes.

The bodies hung before them was a good sign. These days, feeling grim was by far the most common mood or feeling Drimbold was used to, and this only deepened such things. However, it was an indicator they were on the right track. As long as undead are getting closer to axe distance, it matters not to me who they see fit to hang as a warning to those without the stomach to take what happens in war.