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An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

@Holy SoldierIs it possible I could be a blade master, yet concede and not be from one of the 4 'main' schools, as a side character?

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

@Holy SoldierI'll see about it tomorrow night^^

The Walking Dead-From the beginning -Closed

@Wick As promised, I am here!~

How would a character of mine enter?

The Lord of the Rings

Cool! Things are moving

A Tolkien based RP: Out of the Past

Gonna post within a day or two

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

@Holy Soldier Oh, I thought we could make more than one class but we just wouldn't necessarily be the main character.

An Oriental Story [Martial Arts Themed RP] - LF Force Master

Hmmm, either going to be a Blade Master or a Kung Fu master.

Btw, do Kung Fu masters have a limited amount of ki control?

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

Will caught her just in time, and blinked in surprise at his master smith standing over where Vivvienne had stood, holding a broken bottle of rum. His surprise was lost as he looked down to the woman in his arms. Despite himself, she truly was fetching, even beautiful. He moved some of her strands of long hair away from her fine lips.

With that, the doors were kicked in and Redcoats spilled into the smithy with Commodore Norrington at the fore. They surrounded Will and Vivvienne, and the young Blacksmith set her down and backed away. Commodore Norrington huffed. "Good job mister Brown. You've aided in the capturing of a dangerous fugitive." he said.

"Just doing my civic duty sir." he slurred. Will rolled his eyes. "Well gentlemen, let this day be remembered as the day that the mysterious bonnie lass of piracy almost escaped. Take her away."@AngelBites15

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

"Thanks. Though I think we probably shouldn't start keeping score on the times we save each other's lives."
He gave a grin that showed his teeth at the jest, and realized she was right. They really were a good team. Markus wasn't used to such a thing, as much he tried to appear that way around her. He'd known hard fighting women before, and he'd known those a bit less experienced than he (though not much, judging by his mere 4 years as a sellsword), but he'd always been in a larger, looser group. One where you could easily close yourself from others, yet you were also apart of something bigger than yourself.

It was different for him to be out here with only one partner, especially a woman like this. Alike him in more than a few ways, competent, but... he felt like she looked to him too. He knew she could take care of herself, and in fact she impressed him in a lot of ways. However, he felt a certain sense of duty as the more experienced one. Briefly, he wondered if he was up to this. It was quite an odd thing, hitting it off with a girl so quickly, and then suddenly becoming her comrade in arms, and perhaps even a mentor of sorts, though he used the term loosely.

"Let me take a look at that?" she asked, and his reverie fled when he heard her voice. "Oh, yeah." he breathed, lifting his shirt up. It was his turn to blush despite himself, and he was glad his lifted shirt covered the lower part of his face. He nodded, giving a self depreciating chuckle.

"Yes." he admitted to her question. "I remember when I was a boy, and my older brother accidentally loosed his bow in my direction. He didn't know I was coming out of the woods, and it hit me in the chest. If that was a war bow and not a hunting bow, I might have died just there. And...in the battle I spoke of before. The only one I was in, I...a sword ran through my side. The other side-" he explained. "I'd only been fighting for half an hour, though I suppose many good men died after a minute. I lay there and heard the battle around me as I bled."

He cleared his throat, and shook his head of the dark thoughts. "Luckily, a priest patched me up once the battle was over. He had magic, and I could walk without help a week later." He sucked in his breath from a jabbing pain as she worked on his wound, though it was her job and he didn't protest. "Thank you, Val." he said breathlessly as the wound was patched up. @Luminosity

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

Kayden was quite sleepy from boredom...at first. The dashing but battleworn Mercenary Captain nearly spilling his drink mid-sip when Tiny kicked the door in. A few drops of the Ale ran down his wrists, and that jolt sent him fully awake once more. How the hell can that little Gnome kick like that? Oh well. From what he'd seen of the bridge after that faithful day once he had attempted to head back to Starkvale through the traditional road, he knew to expect the unexpected from Hobnob and his assortment of crewman.
"Secret?" he asked with a rough voice, running a hand down his face and shaking his head to gathering himself once more. "I can get her for you, though it might take a day or two. Then again, she might walk through that door in a second, hard to tell."
He cleared his throat, and downed a bit more of his drink. "She's still in my employ for a bit. I'll send someone out to Hillcrest if she doesn't show up here tonight, my friend." His next words seemed like small talk, but it was indeed a great honor nonetheless. "I hear Lord Silias gave you a fair bit of resources for a certain project. What exactly is it?"
@rush99999

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Morek stood as still as a Stone statue before the Vault door, just as he did on the first day Kayden had called all of them to the ruined Watch tower. He regarded Nuva as the Skayleigh approached, giving a respectful but dark look to Nuva. Not threatening, but reserved in any case. He didn't mind the tall Half Elf, but Morek was nothing if not vigilant. He gave a thumbs up to Nuva, and turned to unlatch the door to the Vault. The mechanism was a heavy wooden beam, but Morek moved it like he was picking up a small dagger.

"And some of that Wine for me, please." a silky voice said from behind Nuva. The athletic, leather armored Elven woman named Secret stood poised, her hands behind her back and her eyes twinkling with amusement. Morek turned to regard her appearance as well, then shrugged. "No problem, Elf."
@BCTheEntity

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The Guards stood before the great Oak gate of Starkvale, the huge doors reinforced with iron to withstand even an assault by a ram manned by Ogres for quite some time. The doors were open however, but completely blocked off by armsmen wearing grey and sky blue colors. Their faces grim and unyielding before the crowds on the outskirts of the city.
As Marcus approached, he would see a Sergeant at the fore of the Guard, speaking to a few common folk who claimed they had family in the city to stay with. He seemed entirely unconvinced. Marcus would need to tell the Sergeant he was eager to join the new Merc Guild, and if so, he would be lead there by armed guard. Rumor has it if he was rejected by Kayden, he would be lead out of the city post haste. If he was found lying, he would be imprisoned. If he attempted to flee before making it to their destination, there were grounds he could be hung. It seemed the city was packed and would only accept the essential folk.
@Crimson Raven