POOHEAD189

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I'mma check on this shizz tonight, yo. I'll post after TFF tho /rhymes

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Hmmmmm, what to make, what to make...

Hello EVERYONE!

@CelticSoldierJust so you know for later, it's generally best to ask in my threads OOC, but it's pretty much a guideline for players, nothing set in stone. It just shows what you're good at, etc.^^

Hello EVERYONE!

@CelticSoldierYou seem like a cool dude. Welcome!

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

He was glad to hear his hard work on learning some spells was appreciated, especially by a fellow mercenary. Often time he felt like a very poor wizard rather than a Swordmage in earnest. He knew differently though, and this Swordmage couldn't hide his grin at her remark on when they got back. One more reason why I want to live through this. Though honestly, he was quite excited for what lay before them. He was pragmatic, and he'd like to think he wasn't stupid, but there was a reason he took on this job. No one forced him into it, and it seemed Valerie felt the same way. A passionate sense of adventure and excitement, and knowing by the end of the day that they had survived great odds.

"I'm not sure. Orcs probably." he said to her question, as they began again. "There aren't any people out here... Save mainly some bandits." His last remark was an afterthought, but he realized that very well might be a truth.

They trudged through the ever thickening forest. Branches and leaves making a ubiquitous and oddly shaped roof that shielded them from the majority of the sun. Somehow, it was not so cold in the forest as it should have been, as if the air was thick enough to leave some residual heat for itself. He'd heard tales of deep wilderness like this one, many from his Elven tutor. In the far woods, you could be beglamoured by Nymphs, assailed by Centaurs, meet beasts the size of townhouses, or Elves that were not as forgiving or as accustomed to civilization as his old master.

It seemed their next obstacle wouldn't be nearly as fantastic as these, but dangerous if left unchecked, nevertheless. The two young sellswords first heard a chittering and a barking laughter. Markus held his hand out just in case Valerie had not heard it yet so she would stop to listen, but she probably had. Better to be safe than sorry. Goblins.

The Swordmage crouched, unsheathing his sword as quietly as he could and making his way to the closest bush that was toward the noise. He knelt down and peered through the brush, and he was quite glad he had not been humming an Elven tune a bit ago or they would have been discovered.

At first it was hard to see them with all of this green, for their skin was a sickly and mottled moss green. They were barely waist height and thin, with elongated ears and noses. Their eyes were filled with malice and a cruel cunning, however. Their hands gripped spears and jagged scimitars, and they chatting among each other in what looked like a small meeting. There were 7 of them in all, it seemed, standing at the center of the next clearing. Two of them prodded each other with their devilish fingers at the side of the meeting, clearly on opposing sides of whatever was going on.
@Luminosity

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@VorTake care of yourself first, you just do what you can bud. Lookin' forward to it, though

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:Beside the Cave
Interacting with: Himself

Calanon took Cyneburg's words at heart and nodded, though it seemed like everyone was set on this plan being executed regardless. The Elf was quite tired and ready for a long night's sleep, or as much as he could accrue. Truthfully he never needed much, but he felt the welcoming weight of sleep pass over his body, so he lay down beside the log he had been eating upon. His head rested upon Brogach's slowly and rhythmically rising and falling stomach.

He took one last look at the stars as his eyes slowly faded shut. Hands were upon his chest and feet laid out, he wondered then when he would next see his familiar forest. He wondered then when he would next see Safira, the memory of her smile fading in and out of his mind. It was hard to recall sometimes, though when he did it was a welcome sight. Perhaps it was the sleep that made images elude him, or perhaps he knew in his heart that he was not right for her. He faded into sleep.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

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Yes.

@Dervish

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Poo, Mr. Frizzle and Roze are doing some conspiracy shit up in here.

I'm watchin' you. o__-

@Dervish

I cannot tell if you're letting me know this is happening or you're saying I'm apart of it.

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My Halloween Costume of Prince Ashitaka From Princess Mononoke.

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My Recurve Bow that I fricken love

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