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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@The Fated Fallen Cool!

@Banana@BCTheEntity@Fetzen I'll post again once TFF does. I'll see about getting us to the Elves next.

Also, we're going to have someone else join us very soon!

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

PFC Colin Nelson

Colin had run down a bit of the ash covered timber floor to see if Private Glaive had her situation well taken care of. He'd known she was a Commando, but he knew that anything could happen on the battlefield. She looked fine that. He heard the tell tale yelling of PFC Rousseau in the distance. With that, he went back to his elevated position and laid down fire wherever he needed to, taking out another two men within half a minute of each other.

That was when the Tank exploded, the Private First Class now kind of worried that their corporal had been turned into fleshy shrapnel himself, until he heard him speak on the radio. "Phew!" Colin said, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. This was turning out to be one close save after another. Chik-crack! Another enemy fell to his rifle, and he reloaded methodically, keeping an eye out for more foes.

It looked like the coast was now clear however, and he was called down to where the group was gathered to hear what the next move was. "Got it." he said quickly, giving a salute to the Corporal and a steeled look. It was a bit comical on his youthful and often care free face. "No offense" he heard from Private Glaive, at her comment. He gave a lopsided smile and a shrug. "It's all good." His expression then turned to grim stone once more, and he hefted his Gallian-1 Rifle. He might need a re-supply soon.
@Zarkun@Kitsune@Little_ninja

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

@AngelBites15It was very awesome! I should have a post for you by the morrow :)

WH40k: Shadow War - An Inquisition/Dark Heresy RP [High Casual, Low Advanced] [Mature/18+]

Sorry I've been taking so long. I said it should be done by last Thursday but...family.
I think that I'll need to put my sheet on a 'postponed until further notice' list. Sorry, my friend @Jbcool

The Great Hunt - a Wheel of Time RP

Wolfbrother

Flickering images. Waterfalls, forests filled with game, a great city state towering over the vastness of nature. Crowds and groups speaking and roaring just outside the city gates as they entered, and hardy travelers filtering in across the forest paths. Raurfen shook his head, shaking the messages his Wolf brethren were sending him of Illian out of his mind. They were welcomed though, for he felt as if he stood in the belly of the beast here in this courtyard, awaiting this Lord Haron to announce the Great Hunt once more.

The very name was appealing to Raurfen, despite himself. It caused his mouth to water, and he idly began chewing on some of the jerky he had brought with him. He sent images back to Padfoot, Greatfang and Roughhair. These were images of many men and women of all sorts and classes mingling and cheering, dancing and merry making. Great processions filed past him, and a buxom woman with a blue dress and little neckline to speak of eyed him with piqued interest.

Raurfen himself stood at the edge of the crowd, leaning against the wall of a two story building as a wiry mystery to those around him. His hood was over his head to conceal the eyes that had labeled him a Darkfriend a scant few years previous. He waved to the woman politely, but did not attempt to speak or lower his hood. He once more he questioned why he was here, but he knew that answer to that. This hunt gave him a sense of adventure and excitement, and of course... it helped him feel more human.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

I wasn't trying to be rude, but I guess I sounded a bit annoyed. Just doing 8 things at once!
I do apologize if there was offense.

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

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Jbcool@DrunkasaurusRexWell this was the first post I've made in a week and I have about 10 places to post, so maybe y'all can cut a little slack for a sec. Maybe tell me that "Oh, my character is hiding that she is a woman"
"Ah ok, I'll edit. My bad."

I did read the Elgi was on the roof, but I thought she was watching from afar and then joined. I didn't see how she'd see into the building, even if it is ramshackle unless she entered.

I'll edit however.

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

His ham sized fist struck the would-be thief in the stomach, bowling him over and sending him to the ground, squealing at the hit. The other cut-purse waved a knife menacingly, but the curious looking Dwarf of the Slayer Cult shattered his knee before the man could strike, snapping it like a twig with a strike from his makeshift prosthetic arm. This time it's fixture was a hammer head, though he imagined screwing on his wrench would have been just as good.

The man screamed, and fell to the ground hard. "Oi" the Dwarf said to them. "Either of ye got a light? I'd rather not use up anymore of my flint. Got things to blow up, you know?" It was hard to tell if this small talk was a jest, or actually as nonchalant as he was meaning. The Dwarf was muscled and rough looking, not to mention he had an odd look in his mad eyes that spoke of danger. These men had thought the risk was worth it, for he carried a large pack and was seemingly unarmed save for an Axe that would be hard to reach for with his free hand. Needless to say, their bargain failed.

Sketti hammerhand gazed up into the sky, seeing the time of day. "Well, never mind. Got to get goin'." he declared, and marched further into this Grobi wrought city of the manlings.

He found the building after taking a few odd turns. The layout of this settlement left something to be desired, but he made do and finally got to his destination. The house certainly looked like a manling had made it, standing there in all of its shoddy glory. He stepped in, nearly ripping the flimsy door off its hinges.

There were two manlings, but the Dwarf is who he noticed. Looked like a miner of sorts, though the Thrund was recognizable. Walking toward the only other Dawi in the room, Sketti gave Brokk a gruff nod. He supposed they were both longbeards, but such thoughts he had not considered for himself in a long while. It was all doom and explosives now, though he supposed the only thing that changed when he took the oath was the 'doom' part.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Should have a Colin post on the morrow! :D

Also, welcome @The 4 Winds@Musaki Hajime my two good friends.