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Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

The Captain bursting into their cabin almost had Sketti giving him a 'what-for' while he nursed his hangover, and then realized that he in fact had no hangover, and had simply thought he might because of his previous session. He burped, and hopped out of bed, grabbing his equipment and loading them quickly and methodically. He had his wrench hand on, which was good fortune. That allowed him to at least hold his firearms in a rough fashion, and once they were all loaded, with his melee weapons at his belt, he trudged up the stairs into the pouring rain.

Bare chested and broad shouldered, the cold and the rain bothered him not at all. He simply pursed his lips and looked about the chaos of the deck with a casual eye. "Huh, well time tae get to work." he muttered, and promptly head over to the cusp of the ship. Some crazy Knightling apprentice flung himself overboard with a rope tied around his waist. Sketti was short enough to duck under the taut rope and continue his march unimpeded, hefting his Thrund and aiming it at the longboat next to his fellow Dawi. "Blasted Chaos spawn, I wager," he said, and his Thrund 'cracked' as it fired.

The Lord of the Rings

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Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

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

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

Calanon (& Brogach)

Location:Beside the Cave
Interacting with:Mist

His shots had failed him. The mist's presence had effected his aim, though he would have been hard pressed to hit anything even without it. The Skeletons had mostly more or less passed his field of vision anyhow. Brogach stiffened and was visibly disturbed at this looming apparition that glided closer and closer towards the party, though it didn't seem to be focused on he or his steed at the moment. He saw Gretchin reappear to the side, which made him feel a bit less stressed to know where she was, but was she in danger? No, this thing focused on only two in particular.

The mist seemed to be gazing between the spellcasters. Or...the ones that used magic that was not all natural like Cyneburg. Calanon did not know what to do. He surely could not destroy this monster, but...perhaps he could calm his steed and his allies? He set his bow back onto Brogach, and reached for his Ocarina. He began playing Glade of Serenity to incite calm and clear minds with his allies, especially but not limited to their animal companions. He did not know if the Nymph blessing effected this mist, but this would not hurt to try. A soothing melody flowed from his instrument and cascaded across the night air.

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

Despite Abigail's most heroic and sly efforts, she was unfortunately captured by the fierce pirates and sent off into heaven's knows where with an unknown enemy with a dark secret. All of this was of no concern to young mister William Turner yet, for he was just waking up to see a sight that was easy on the eyes to say the least, though of course his wits quickly caught up with him. "You...how am I here?" he asked, sitting up as best he could. His head felt like it had been bludgeoned, and he realized that was probably exactly what had happened. "You saved me?" He seemed too incredulous and surprised to be mad or unreasonably animated at this pirate's escape at the moment. @AngelBites15

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

"These might be famous last words but...only one way to find out." he said, unsheathing his bastard sword while they were still far and away enough. He also took off his shield and strapped it to his left arm and went into a half crouch, before he and his partner made it into the brush, traveling relatively unscathed and unhindered physically. Unfortunately, the grunts, guttural calls, and occasional roar in the distance made every bush look like an enemy waiting to gut them.

Suddenly, Markus slowed. It was almost a sixth sense, but perhaps he thought he saw movement in the distance? The Swordmage backed into a tree for cover and gazed northeast, eyes adjusting just long enough for him to see they were near the cusp of the tree line. He whispered as much to Valerie, and motioned that he was going to get a small bit closer. Hopefully not at the expense of my life.

With the care of a craftsman, he slipped out of cover and stayed below the brush and bushes the next ten paces, doing his best to keep his sword and shield low. If Valerie followed him, he didn't look back to find out until he made it to the edge of the forest.
Before him, the forest end was slightly curved to almost encompass the border of the landscape before the two, gingerly. There was flat ground to their front and right, heavily trod with little grass other than patches here or there. Just to the left led to a series of foothills with blasted and scarred ruins that looked to be at least over a hundred years old, perhaps two. Trees, brambles, and bushes ubiquitously dotted the rises and generous slopes.

"There's something in the air," he breathed, eyes scanning the horizon. "Various magics of some sort..."
He was telling the truth, and it was something he was more than a bit professionally interested in, but apart of him was focusing upon the magics at first so he could truly cope with what was happening upon the barren ground before them. Scores upon scores of Orcs had laid out the mutilated corpses of their kinsmen, along with many more men, and a few Ogres and Elves. There was even a giant, fully 16 feet tall and bearded, ashen faced and slain by an opened, festering stomach wound.

Beside this gruesome display, was a pile of skulls that rose up to rival the height of the trees that loomed over Markus and Valerie now, and Orcs feasting upon the flesh of their victims, as well as various forest critters such as doe and rabbits caught in traps. It was odd, to see such a barbaric and strange ritual, next to Orcs that feasted and laughed and spoke to one another as if they were simply rough humans. Their primitive, beastial faces that bore scars and tusks quickly brought anyone questioning their morals back to reality however.

"I sense something up in those ruins." Markus whispered to Valerie, pointing past the Orcs to the rises in the ground and the various openings of stone within and above the earth. Despite the carnage wrought before his eyes, the magic began to permeate his senses. There was various sources but...something was very old and powerful. An ancient magic.
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