POOHEAD189

To Cure a Curse

Brogach tilted his great horned head, looking unsure of Rayadell and gazing at her to gauge on whether or not she was any sort of threat. "Brogach." Calanon intoned, guiding his steed's gaze to meet his own. "This is Rayadell. She's to be traveling with us." He smiled to his mount, and Brogach snorted. Calanon knew the different snorts Brogach would give, and this one meant he was fine with it for now.

Calanon laughed, just glad to be with Brogach again, and gave the Elk a pat on its snout. He turned to nod at Rayadell, giving a small bow and then setting off on their road. They turned westward down the road that had led to the couple's home, passing by sparse trees and going back the way they had come before turning northwards at the fork, heading up a green rise. The sun was shining and the cool air of the morning was heating up a tad as they trudged upwards.

The town now behind them, they had made it to the top of the rolling hill, now able to see their path before them more clearly. The mountains in the distance looked beautiful, with snow capped peaks and bases that looked carved from granite by some giant of myth. To the left of their view was a pass within the mountains that opened up, leading to the more frigid cold of the land beyond. Before them was a plain, with a few copses of trees and large rocks dotting the landscape. It was hard to tell the distance, but walking it would be perhaps a day before they made it there, unless they hurried.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

*overloads with seal cuteness*

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

Markus opened his eyes and saw Valerie's face upside down, and he gave a weak smile at the fact she was ok. He snapped back into sobriety however when a pain in his leg, his side, and in his head shot through him, and he winced. She did her best to lift up the Ogre head, and he pushed against it as well, while feebly dragging himself out from under the large humanoid. He grunted with each movement, and gave a final tug with his free hand before he let the Ogre head go. It dropped back to the ground like a stone. It would have hit his legs if he didn't curl them at the last moment.

Markus got to his feet, still stiff and in pain, but nothing seemed broken. He gave a chuckle at the scene before them. Seven Goblins and an Ogre dead! He was just about to hug Valerie, before it hit him. "The ears..." he said, and reached down to unsheathe his Elven Knife. He cut a single ear off each Goblin, and the Ogre. He even managed to find an ear of the one the Ogre squished. He stuck them in his pack, and as he strapped the bag closed once more, he nodded to the northeast. "Let's keep going, Val."

They made good time after that, early afternoon growing into late afternoon as the miles passed behind them. As the sun was now sinking (though not quite gone) they found themselves in a less dense area of the forest. It looked a cross between the forest proper, and an area of brambles and varied drops and rises in the ground. For an hour back there, they had heard wolves howling in the background. Perhaps the beasts had picked up the scent of dead Goblin flesh.

They had split up for a moment, to cover more ground and find a good place to hold up for the night. Markus called to Valerie a few minutes into entering this new territory. He waited for her to get there, revealing a drop about six feet in height. After that, a thick canopy and even wall of brambles made what looked to be a makeshift shelter next to a tall Oak that served as its spine. Markus leaped down, holding his sword and pack steady as he did it. He peered into the ubiquitous sticks, brambles, vines, and leaves. Is it hollow? He walked about it, gazing until he saw a way to slip in. He slide inside a slim opening to indeed find a short clearing within.

"Thank the Gods." he said, hands on his hips. "Come on in. We've got some work to do to make this place perfect." He began to go to work, moving the loose sticks that had fallen onto the hard, more barren ground into the center of the clearing. Around them they were protected by brambles and vines, and above them was a rough but thick canopy of similar material, mixed with tree branches. He set a pile of sticks in the center for a fire later, and then roughly climbed up the tree to the right, using his sword to clear a hole above them for smoke to pour out of.

The land was in early spring, and cold even in the daytime. It'd do them well to get close to a fire this night. Less than an hour later, the sun had nearly dipped below the far mountain range, and within this makeshift home they saw even less light than if they were without. The fire had begun early, Markus now boiling water in a small pot he'd brought along. He first boiled the ears, claiming it would preserve them longer and keep diseases off of them so he could bring it back to the bounty collector.

He then began to boil them some dinner after cleaning the pot. Luckily, a small stream was close and they had made a small errand to partake in refilling their canteens, and in filling the pot. "I hope you like steamed ham." he told her, giving her a smile as the youthful mercenary placed the meat into the roiling and bubbling water.

Finally, he let himself rest as the dinner cooked. The fire within the small space made it particularly warm, and almost comfortable. It would indeed be comfortable if there was a nice place to sit, but so far all they could do was use their bedrolls and packs to sit upon. Markus let out a breath, and began to unstrap his armor. The firelight danced along the walls around them, and the bubbling water making a soft noise that would allow someone to easily think this was simply a night in, and not in the dangerous wilderness.

He took off his bracers, and then lifted off his tabard and chainmail, tossing them to the side. The chainmail hit the hard ground with a 'thunk.' He wore his loose fitting trousers and a torn and haggard linen shirt. The steam from the water cleared his senses and made him feel more relaxed, and he gave Valerie a smile as he sat beside her. "You did great today." he told her in all honesty.

His smile was warm and genuine. The young man's hand slipped up to the side of his torso, and he felt a small wound there that stuck. He winced, and Valerie could see a few dots of red along his simple, white linen shirt he wore. He grimaced and lifted his shirt to reveal a jagged cut. Must have been from something as I fell. He shook his head and pressed his hand to the wound. "All apart of the job." It didn't seem serious. Just another scar.
@Luminosity

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

I can't decide which RP I should make a Dwarf for, and which I should make a Border Prince Sellsword for...@Jbcool@CelticSoldier
Edit: Actually...I might make a Lizardfolk for this one, since we're not going to Lustria, and make my Sketti Dwarf for the other one.

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Raurfen Almanes

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

My attributes:
Strength - 18 +4 (Very high due to a life of being a soldier and also of being a wolfbrother)
Dexterity - 13 +1 (Normal.)
Constitution - 15 +2 (High due to a rugged life in the wilderness.)
Intelligence - 11 +0 (Normal.)
Wisdom - 15 +2 (High due to being a Wolfbrother)
Charisma - 9 -1 (Low due to being a Wolfbrother.)

Your hitpoints = 12 (for being a wolfbrother) + 2 (your constitution modifier) = 14
You have (4 + intelligence modifier) x 4 = 16 skill points

Skills

Int:
Knowledge of Tel'aran'rhiod (Trained) (bonus)

Knowledge of Nature (Trained)

Dungeoneering Knowledge (Trained)
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Swim (Untrained) (bonus)
Dex

Survival (Untrained) (bonus)
Wis

Spot (Untrained)
Wis

Sense Motive (Untrained) (bonus)
Wis

Move Silently (Untrained) (bonus)
Dex

Listen (Untrained)
Wis

Jump (Untrained) (Bonus)
Str

Intimidate (Untrained)(Bonus)
Cha

Handle Animal (Trained) (Bonus)
Cha

Climb (Untrained) (Bonus)
Str

Balance (Untrained)
Dex

Concentration (Untrained)
Con

Ride (Untrained) (Bonus)
Dex

@Joos

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

@Musaki HajimeLol, yes you're in the right place.

Introductions are neccessary

Hello traveler

Seriously though, glad to see you back in the mood for RP's bud. I'll friend you on here :)

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@IcePezzWE MISSED YOU! Post whenever you can :)

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool@CelticSoldierScots Gaelic is hard to learn. I took a few months of it but, it's a bitch to spell

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@CelticSoldierHmmmm, that's a hard choice. Cathay is hardly explored in the lore, which 1) makes it interesting, but 2) also means that...well, there's not much info on it.
I admit I have always been partial to Lizardmen and steaming jungles, however. So I'll say Lustria, though if you make an executive decision and go Cathay, I won't hold it against you and still have fun.
Lustria though.

Also my character will be done this week at least. Hard to tell with Thanksgiving haha. Hopefully done before Wednesday though.