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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'll get to posting in a few days, friends!

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I'm either going to be a Dwarven explorer, or a Border Prince that has lost most of his inheritance.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

@JoosHmmm, that's a fairly good one. I'll think on it and finish it on the morrow.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Having a hard time figuring out a backstory other than 'wife and kid killed by whitecloaks while he was on patrol'

W.I.P.

Name: Raurfen Almanes

Age: 30

Gender: M

Nationality: Andoran

Race: Human

Class: WolfBrother

Appearance: Rugged and shaggy and is the best way to describe Raurfen at first glance. He often looks as if he's been sleeping in a barn, and he often has, if not under the stars in the wilderness. His eyes are yellow and piercing, which offputs those who would appreciate his handsome facial features and lean but powerful form. He's often seen wearing his versatile armor over his civilian clothing. He does his best to keep himself well shaven to appear less conspicuous, however that means he has a perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. He looks a lot like a wolf that hasn't eaten in a few days...lean, rough, statuesque, but dangerous nonetheless.

Background: Raurfen was born in Andor to a leather maker and a seamstress, growing up modestly and only lacking a few times in his life. He grew up strong and handsome in Baerlon, finding the woman of his dreams, Mara, at age 17. They wed and started a family when Raurfen was 20. He'd always been athletic, and found his calling as a soldier. Unfortunately, the Aiel War broke out and took him away from his hearth and home.

For two bloody years, his battalion of Andor soldiers fought the Aiel all along the Westlands, being pushed back but giving the Aiel hell for every inch of ground taken. He'd personally slain a few (not at the same time, mind), though many of those kills were luck, he'd wager. They fought hard and he often didn't think he would live to see the next battle. He admired them, however. They moved like wolves, something he had grown an appreciation for in recent years...

The Damodred king was slain, and the Aiel fled back to their homeland like whipped dogs. Raurfen was apart of one of the pursuit parties, attempting to harry the Aiel as they moved eastward back to their land. In one of the skirmishes, he was kicked down a hill and knocked unconscious. He found himself lost come night time. Still, somehow he could feel as if there were others around him. His...vision was funny as well.

Images began to flash into his head, of trees and forests, lakes and streams. He couldn't quite fathom what was occurring until Wolves padded up to him, and he realized the beasts were offering to guide him home. He accepted, and the next few weeks before he made it to Baerlon was quite the learning experience for him. Perhaps this...gift was not too large of a deal. Hopefully other than this, and his new Wolf Brothers, he would live a normal life with Mara and their child Coulsen now.

It was not to be. His wife accepted him readily enough, but his neighbors began to shun him and one day he found the mark of the Dragon Fang on his door. He began to hear rumors the Whitecloaks were coming to find a 'yellow eyed' Darkfriend. He fled his home to keep his family safe, living among the wolves until one fateful day when he was found by a Whitecloak patrol. He killed two with his bare hands, but is captured and taken back to town.

He realizes there that the Whitecloaks had interrogated, and then killed his wife and child, labeling them Darkfriends as well. He breaks out of the jail they were holding him in, killing three more Whitecloaks before escaping into the wilds once more, searching for a new purpose in this life...

Desired equipment at the start of the game:

• Ruined Coat of Plates
• Shaggy linen clothing
• Arming Sword
• 4 pounds of Jerky
• Various fruits and berries
• Hunting dagger

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Bardeck the Warrior leaned against the chapel wall, taking a swig of his water jug and wetting his parched throat. His weapons were leaning against the wall in a similar fashion to he. Gideon the War Dog paced back and forth, his wolfish and muscled form was covered in dense fur, making him seem both approachable, but very powerful. Not unlike Bardeck himself, the young man handsome with warm eyes, contrasting his muscled and rugged form.

He took the lull in the fight to calm himself, taking a drink and enjoying the moment. He'd been through some rough shit before, but by the Nine Divines he had never seen something like this. At the mere thought of what they faced, he quickly put his water jug back to his belt, and hefted his Axe. With his free hand, he ran his fingers over the marks upon his iron armor. The breastplate was still strong, but that Daedra might have even broken through the Iron if Bardeck had not seen the blow from that hellish mace coming.

It didn't matter. What happened, happened. He shook his head to gather back his sense, his shaggy, unkempt hair swaying back and forth. He would face whatever came through that door, once they broke in. And break in they would...

With that, he stepped forward toward the front of the chapel. A silent prayer left his lips in a whisper as he passed the altar, Gideon padding beside him and gazing to and fro warily. He shook his head at the male Breton deciding that now was the time to flirt. At least the hammer wielding Altmer was ready for the fight.

Somehow, despite the mounting fear and unease, he felt right at home here. He'd always figured he would die in battle. The very gates of Oblivion had opened before them, and he had been there to fight the first wave of demon spawn. As it should be. Even as he hacked them down, he felt the corruption and decay of their warped souls twist before his eyes. His one regret was that Gideon had to be here too, though he knew the War Dog would not be anywhere else. He smiled to his animal companion, and the Dog gave a panting smile in return.

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay Reboot) [Mature/18+]

C'mon guys, I have been WAITING for this.
Should have a sheet soon. My main thing is me not knowing if I should be Sketti again or not.

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

"You cheated," he spat, then realized the irony of announcing such a thing, her being a pirate and all. The Pistol did indeed keep him from forcing her to use it by attacking, but he would die before he let her leave. "No." he delcared, backing up a pace to get even further in her way barring the only path to the door. "I cannot just step aside and let you escape." he told her, his eyes steeled with resolve.
@AngelBites15

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

@Lucius CypherYou're up, bud.

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

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:Beside the Cave
Interacting with: Skeletons

Once he was fully roused, he let out a small gasp of surprise at the hellish scene before him. The red haze and the walking dead were not apart of his dreams, he knew. Unfortunately, Calanon had seen plenty of hellish things in his life, many of them due to Orcs. Ironic that he fought alongside them now. After that brief instant of hesitation due to the slight clinging of the reverie on his mind, he broke free and gathered his shield and sword with deadly calm and swift efficiency. Brogach let out huffs and snorts, stamping his hoofed feet into the earth. "Stay back, friend." Calanon said to his steed.

His equipment strapped on, he pushed off and charged into the fray with no reservations. He was used to ambush tactics and mounted combat when he could help it, but when those were not an option, a lightning attack to overwhelm the enemy was his next best bet. He decided to attack the center, sword trailing behind him with his shield at the fore. He sped forward with leaps and bounds from his powerful legs, and prepared himself for a quick maneuver. He gave a final leap, small but powerful in order to shield bash the skeleton left of the center.

If that was successful, he would use the sudden impact to halt his momentum and spin counter clockwise with his sword leading to hack at the center of the right skeleton in a lighting assault. He could only pray to his Gods that it would work. Worse comes to worse, he figured he could leap away, or perhaps Brogach would charge forward to help.

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

@Crimson RavenDeathKnights are unholy warriors from the Dreadlands. They gain power by consuming souls and being rewarded items of malice from their Demon overlords.
There are two ways to become a DeathKnight. The first, more traditional way is to pledge yourself to the inner sin of your soul, and travel into the wilderness and face the Dreadlands proper, bringing a sacrifice. If you are worthy, and have lived a life of depravation, the Greater Demons shall bestow upon you the powers of a DeathKnight.
The other way, is to have a dark sorcerer/warlock in commune with a Demon to gain its blessing, and then sacrifice three innocent souls upon a dark ritual circle. The one within the circle shall become a DeathKnight.
They are inhumanly strong and fast, with mystical blades and tough armor that is often enchanted. They are no longer human, but living vessels of unholy martial strength. Many higher ranking ones lead Demon armies.

Think of the Chosen of Chaos from Warhammer fantasy, if you're familiar.

P.S. Your timer began when your character was approved, being an exception :)

@JollanNice! We still need people for my Forgotten Realms RP, if anyone is interested in some D&D action.