POOHEAD189

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

I'd think Red and Gold. Even without seeing Zverda's banner, that's what was in my head.

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

Despite his weariness, wounds, and their predicament, Markus couldn't help but smile. He admitted he wasn't in his best condition, but it wasn't him that had taken the full-on hit. Yet she was trying to reassure him about his sword. It was true he felt a sense of loss with it gone, but he doubted they could get it back. If they were to get out of here...if there even was a way out of here, they would probably need to fight through those same Orcs again.

"Don't be," he said, referring to her apologizing. "I would have done the same thing." He sighed as he said it. It was partly why he'd been mad at the time, because he almost blamed himself for not seeing her attack coming. He knew he wouldn't have left her to fight off an Orc unarmed as he crawled away. He supposed he proved that earlier, as well.

"It didn't look like you were going to make it without help. And I know I wouldn't, either. I think if we're going to survive this, it'll be together or not at all." she continued. It caused him to give chuckle, which hurt more than he cared to admit. Perhaps it was the fact that they had just survived overwhelming odds, but he felt a bit of optimism. "I think we've been in this together since we've met," he thought aloud. "But you're right."

He was frightened, he had to admit. Any sane person would be. But there was a daring curiosity there as well, something that at least gave him somewhat of a lifted spirit. He suspected she might be feeling something similar, on both counts. Markus reached down and grabbed her hand gently to hold it. It was all he could do, weary and resting against the wall with his legs still too tired to move effectively, even if her head wasn't resting on one.

"We'll get through this, Valerie." Markus promised her, finally looking away from the darkness and down at his companion, giving her hand a squeeze. There was a surety in his eyes, if they could be seen by the firelight. "We just..." he felt his breath harder to come by. He truly was getting tired. "We just need to rest now."

He placed his other hand on her abdomen gently, over the jacket that was tied about it. "This will scar," he told her. He should know. He had a sword run through him near the same spot before. Not to mention the various cuts across his body. He'd been lucky so many times before. What were the chances he'd survived this as well? "And tomorrow, probably the next few weeks even, you'll ache like hell. At least without a means to heal it. But as long as you don't move too much, it'll heal just fine."
@Luminosity

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

<Snipped quote by MiddleEarthRoze>

"Graphic/gory death"

I think I have a monopoly on my characters making those.

@Leidenschaft

Same tbh.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Big DreadI will join

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

When she called Loghain a War Hero, a very dangerous look entered Rannon's face. It was good his back was turned to her. He closed his eyes, and breathed. "Don't call him that," he told her, finally tying his belt up. He realized she might think he was mad at her, and he let out a sigh. "Sorry," he said. "But Loghain is no longer what he was, if he ever even was what the stories told." Well, of course he had to have been noble at one point. The Hero of the River Dane wouldn't be called as such without witnesses.

Rannon turned to Feri, though he looked mainly at Gideon to hide his (possible) look of simmering anger, for he tried to keep it just below the surface. He did noticeably clench his large fist though. "The battle was going well, or...as planned at least. There were so many Darkspawn pouring out of the forest, but we were holding the lines. I fought for hours in that hell hole, beside Grey Wardens and even our King."

He could see it all clearly now. "But when the beacon had been lit to signal for Loghain and his soldiers to enter and flank the enemy, he never came. I saw him on the hill. He watched, and then fled. I saw that bastard leave." Now the rage was evident, if not from his look then the sheer hatred in his voice. Rannon was not one to get angry. He was someone who spoke bluntly and gave his two cents when needed, but he'd never had someone to truly do something so heinous, and then Rannon was too far away to do anything about it. He took a deep breath, and cleared his throat.

"Feri," he said after he'd calmed down. His voice was strong and confident once more. "I'll go to Redcliffe. But before this war is over, I'll kill him. If you don't want to follow me into that, I don't blame you."

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@ZverdaHope you're ok. We understand if you're sick.

To Cure a Curse

Calanon did not mind Rayadell's curiosity. To him it was no more odd than a deer or a wolf that would stop and gaze at him curiously in the forest. He'd always thought it endearing when a beast would stop and do that. Seeing it in a girl was different, but not unwelcome. The glow of the firelight emanated and danced off Calanons's face and skin, just as the heat did. He held his hands up to warm them, and glanced Rayadell's way to see if she too was enjoying the fire.

He was further warmed by the declaration there was a tree spirit here, and a full blown smile bloomed upon his face. "I've not seen one in some time." He noted aloud. It brought him memories of the sacred glades he would tarry at between his Ranger expeditions. Brogach stopped chewing grass to lift his great head and acknowledge the spirit, as if they were old friends. Calanon gave a chuckle, and turned his eyes to look back into the flame.

That is, until Rayadell asked her question. He looked very young when he gazed at her, as if he still held some of his innocence that the curse had not yet taken away. He hesitated for many moments, before methodically unwrapped the cloth around his left arm. He unwound it to reveal what looked to be charred skin in an odd shape. It was unnatural, and unnerved whomever looked upon it.

"I don't know," he said finally, staring at his arm. His eyes were hidden by the Elf's thick hair. "Or, I do not know how the Carishes found me. But I am here to relieve myself of this curse." He told her. "It grows daily, and expands more rapidly if I harbor anger... or hate."

The Lord of the Rings

Will post on the morrow!

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

@rush99999Remembered what just now? I'm just letting you know here to be a pal, rather than having Kayden call Hobnob crazy in the IC. Which is what I was going to do (plus remember I reward for realistic non-meta writing), but I decided to give you a chance to edit if you really wanted to, to save you from that.

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

@rush99999While you are correct with your assumption, Vampires are quite rare, and their capabilities/attributes are often exaggerated with legend/rumor, so Hobnob being sure it's a Vampire is odd. It could also easily be a sorcerer of great power, or a warlock, or a demon possessed man. Just letting you know that our Lore knowledge OOC doesn't necessarily equate to our knowledge IC. Just letting you know if you wanted to Edit Hobnob's surety.