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

@Elgappa D:
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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Yeah, I am still quite excited.

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Completely off-topic, but that reminds me of the old Infinity Engine-era RPG's where low Int characters had different dialogue and it was fucking hilarious.

@Vor

LooooL. I got this off Neverwinter Nights. I had an 8 INT Dwarf and he was asked to speak the code of the serpents, and his best dialogue was "Me likes snakes"

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

For those who are over the time limit, you have 4 days to post after this one I just made :)

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

They trudged through the mud and the mire for what seemed like hours, until finally they found an end of the disgusting and smelly bog. It was the first bit of ground they had found that their feet didn't sink into once stepped upon. "Good, solid ground." Geradin muttered, stomping on the patched dirt for good measure. To the side, Beren the warrior Monk practically leaped out of the swamp, hitting the dirt and shaking his feet and legs like a dog would. He hadn't seemed to dislike the experience though, the Caramel skinned young fighter was pretty much the only one other than the towering, armor clad Lizardman to not hold his nose for any length of time.

Geradin patted his robes, grumbling. Calanon stood before the group, gazing into the heavily wooded forest before them with his keen Elven eyes. Beside him, Brogach the Red Elk stood, ears erect. The group continued to collect themselves and dry off, before Calanon suddenly drew his bow in a lightning swift motion and aimed at the trees before any of them could blink.

"Hiyovin'la!" A voice called out, drifting from the Woods as if the very trees had spoken to them. The ranger blinked, and lowered his bow slightly. He called back in Elvish, speaking for a few moments in a language none could decipher, gesturing to his group as he did so. Another voice, a different one but no less whimsical, spoke from another direction within the forest, and soon Elves clad in brown leather and green tunics, over light mail revealed themselves, striding out of the treeline armed with spears, swords, and bows drawn.

The Lizardman, now known as Argon, hissed warningly. Beren the monk had put up his guard as soon as Calanon had begun conversing, but he dropped it now and did his best to soothe the warrior beastman beside him. "They're the one's we're supposed to meet." he told Argon. The Lizardman blinked, and tilted his head in a very alien manner. "Oh. I shall stay my blade for now. Thank you, friend Beren."

At the fore, a blonde Elven woman clad in functional but light armor strode before them. Hands on her hips, she measured the travelers with a look of appraisal. Pointed ears poked out of her golden mane of hair. "I see you were sent by Vanya. I trust the bog was not too difficult for you." Her voice would have been honeyed and pleasant if it had not come from someone who was so obviously used to commanding others in combat situations, making it more hoarse and curt. "I am Verya. If you're done wiping yourselves off, we will take you to our waypoint and provide food and clean water. You'll need it. Troubling news has reached us."
@Fetzen@Banana@The Fated Fallen@BCTheEntity

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

@Not Fishing@Assallya@Ezmeralda@IcePezz@Vor Posted!

Also@Not Fishing, I like the character. Only a few things that need to be changed. 1) Dwarves enjoy living within mountains and underground, but every Dwarf does see the surface every now and then, so he wouldn't be a stranger to it.
2) Make it so he's from the Silver Marches in his history. I want it to be closer to some lore, and up there is a wild region where sparse Dwarf settlements like the one you described can sometimes be found.
3) I realize this isn't a dice game, and the stats are merely guidelines, but if you want someone with a 7 intelligence, you'll not be speaking in complete and competent sentences. A 10 is usually a normal speaker, much less someone who gives witty puns or one liners, so keep that in mind. Your guy might be going "Me likes caves to fight in, yes? Goblins much much yes? Me enjoys fun with Gobbos!"

Other than that though, he seems fine :)

Forgotten Realms: Adventures of Faerun

Before them, and elderly chap that looked more like a kindly old grandfather than ruler of this swiftly growing town strode forward, his cane 'clacking' onto the stone every other step. Blue and grey banners emblazoned with shield symbols lined the ceiling about them in this central hall. To the left of the man, a great hearth fire was lit to keep the cold from seeping in. Guards, men of the 'Shieldsworn' lines the hall like the pillars that held the great roof above them.

"Well met, travelers." he said, his voice and eyes still full of a hidden strength and befitting a quality of leadership. "I take it you had no troubles finding your way?" As he approached, he had the barest hint of a smile from the joke, for Griffonwatch Keep was upon the highest bluff to the north east and could be viewed from almost anywhere for miles around. "Indeed, I think it fortuitous that so many have come to my call. These are dire times you know, though of course, dire times breed men and women who look for fortune."

The lean, younger man gave an appreciative smile at the elderly gentlemen's manner, as if looking at some memory he had not seen in years that amused him. The coal skinned Dwarf merely stayed silent, darkly garbed and red eyes as dangerous as the ferocious long Knives that were sheathed at his stout belt.

"But I digress," the older man chuckled. "I am Grigor Hulmaster, Harmarch of this fine settlement and I keep the peace, so long as it can be kept. But, at times I simply do not have the strength of numbers that I wish, you know. Pirates have raided our shipments, and the...new commerce in the city, while appreciative, causes various power struggles within my modest city. It is all my Shieldsworn and I can do to keep order within, much less without." He paused, letting them all absorb his words before he continued. "It is without, that I call you to go."

The Duergar (Deep Dwarf) squinted ever so lightly, hoping the old man would get to the point. A few paces to his left, nearer the fire, the human with the twin swords seemed to hang on the Harmarch's words, for that was where the payment would spring from.

"I know not if many of you have been here long, but as some of you may know, north of Hulburg is a barren land of highlands and lowland valleys where the dead are buried in tombs of old. We call it the Highfells. North of that is a wasteland called Thar, where many monsters and beasts roam and slaughter." As he spoke, he cleared his ancient throat. "Forgive me, I was about to regale you with a lecture in geography. I ramble you know... It is within the Highfells you go, for it is illegal to raid the tombs of old, yet someone recently has been doing this in increasing numbers. The legality is not only for respect, but an ancient curse of an older Lich lies on the land. If you open a tomb, you are liable to run into the risen dead called back to life by the magics of Aesperus, the King in Copper. I won't provide you with a history lesson unless you ask for it, but I will say this-"

He held up his finger. "-some say the King in Copper still resides within the Highfells. Though of course, those are only rumors. What is a more immediate danger, of course, are brigands, tomb robbers, spirits, and Orcs migrating south to raid. I task you all with finding who is out there, raiding the tombs, and bring them to justice. If it is done, and done in a manner that does not breech my trust, you will each receive one hundred and seventy five pieces of Gold. Does this task seem favorable to ones such as you?"

So I'm Around Now

Welcome! Glad to have you :)

After the Asteroid-Closed

Character for Miss Wick's consideration.

Hider

Don't really have a pic to use but I can describe if you want

Character name:Ben Sherman

Age:25

Height/Weight:5,10 (1/2), 160 pounds

Personality:
The best way to describe Ben is one word, 'idealist.' He thinks deeply and feels deeply, but enjoys light-hearted humor more often than not. A born dreamer, he loves getting lost in his imagination and pondering various questions of life. In a lot of ways, he's pretty much a walking contradiction. He's anti authority but enjoys traditional and conservative values. He loves being silly but takes what he does in life extremely seriously (His beliefs and ideals are things he will take to his grave). He has a strict honor code he adheres to, but otherwise he takes it easy. He's a born mischief maker, yet he hates deceit. He's decisive in his actions, but somehow he finds himself pondering what he should do more often than not. Perhaps he ponders so much beforehand, he is quick to decide when the time comes. Ben has a wide range of interests and thoughts, but only let's a few key things represent him, so people tend to pidgeon-hole him with certain interests. He loves animals, and tends to help the under dog or people who are ridiculed (he used to be one). He loves games and books, writing and televised/film media. He has an incredible memory and sometimes loses himself in it. His greatest strength and weakness is his tender heart. Contrasting this however, he quite enjoys almost all forms of combat, and strives to keep himself in shape and in top form. He's a devout christian, but tends to dislike the church establishment and the ideals of conservative Christians, believing it's about a personal relationship with God and to be good to one another. He's very proud of his native american blood.

History:
Born in Augusta Georgie, Ben moved to Birmingham Alabama from age 1 1/2 to age 4, before moving to Jacksonville, Florida until age 9, and moving back to Birmingham right before he turned 10. He hardly cried as a baby, or made any mess. He tended to sit quietly and look at things curiously (opposed to his little brother who wrecked everything he saw). Ben spoke very early but walked very late. He tended to bond with animals and he loved catching snakes and lizards. He was considered a nerd in junior high and up, sometimes being excluded or considered weird by others. He had many acquainteses but only a few good friends. By college he'd grown 3 inches, gained 20 pounds of muscle and began looking his age. He went to Samford University (only because his mother wanted him to, and only there because they could afford nowhere else) but never graduated. He lived in Mobile Alabama with a friend and worked for a year, before moving back to Birmingham where he now writes fantasy.

Skills:
Intuition
Quick wit
Wing chun/Karate
Fit and healthy body
Writing Skills
Animal Empathy
Smooth and deep voice
Stubborn Determination

Power:
Ki Manipulation

Abilities:
Enhances strength/speed/durability. Perhaps with more training he will have further abilities from this power in the future.

Weakness:
His heart
When he breaks one of his honor laws
Asthma

Extra or Miscellaneous information

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

@Lady AmaltheaPosted, and edited like immediately after because I forgot to implement the cracking wall. But ready and done :)