POOHEAD189

Treasure Hunters - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

So guys, where we at?

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

@Jollan@MiddleEarthRoze@BCTheEntity Y'all got about a day or two to post, depending. Though remember, if you are particularly busy, all you need to do is tell me and I am always willing to give some extra time.

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

@aviendhaI was planning on it, but I decided not to this time^^.

Mass Effect: Underworld

I'm a military historian. That counts, right?

@RithyLeos is English, but I'm 'murican. Where in America you may ask?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Don't worry about post time limits atm. This week I'll probably be busy until late this weekend, so don't feel like you're needing to be extra on top of things, everyone!

Mass Effect: Underworld

Skarr paid little attention to the newcomers. He had sized up his 'companions' earlier, but with the knowledge that Spectres were the reason behind this, he did not feel the immediate danger of betrayal that was often a cornerstone of such ominous and mysterious contracts like this. That didn't stop him from seeing how they moved, the knowledge of that now sorted into his war-torn mind just in case, for later. As for who they were? He'd care when they proved they were worth his attention.

He switched his Assault Rifle for his Claymore Shotgun as they walked. He couldn't say that he was particularly happy that they were to merely incapacitate the Cerberus operatives, but he'd done more than a few such jobs. In fact he had often been preferred by employers for such tasks, due to his intense sense of control. Most Krogan Battlemasters would punch a man, and question later why the human's skull was so weak that their head caved in.

He prepared a special round in his shotgun just for such an occasion, and shouldered it at the ready for when the combat would break out. The Krogan's body ready to spring, he waited...

Skarr fired. As his companions fought around him, the Krogan's Concussive shell slammed into one of the Cerberus operatives aiming for Rykarn's back from afar. Even as the man was knocked off his feet and sent into the wall, Skarr was charging forward powerfully. He holstered his shotgun, deciding to keep himself from wasting ammunition. He closed the distance between he and the next trooper fast, only getting a small graze of a Pistol shot along his armor before he knocked the weapon flying, his other hand 'lightly' striking the trooper across the head, and then booting the man in the chest with a powerful knee.

When the man flew, the Krogan stomped down on his same foot to halt his advance abruptly. A quick scan showed that turrets were still deploying. He grinned from within his erected helmet, and revealed his Biotic hammer. With a roar, he shifted his weight and slammed his hammer into the ground. A biotic shockwave erupted and ripped apart the ground, the wave of energy burst through two of the turrets and heavily damaging a third in the process. The last turret that was juttering, he took his time with. He strode over to it, and personally crushed it with a well placed hammer strike.

"Are we done, here?" he asked them.

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

@FetzenSorry it took me so long to read. Your character would need to be outside of the city, and be met at the gate by the Guards, unless your character is already a permanent Starkvale resident. Other than that bit you'll need to edit, good post!

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

Rannon grinned at Feri's reaction. So tall was he that he found himself looking down past his nose at her (literally, not in a hoity toity way). With his armor off, and them this close, Feri would be able to see a jagged scar starting at his neck and cutting up until it crested his left chin. The way it was cut showed it was from a notched blade, probably a Darkspawn black iron weapon.

Still, the rugged young man looked just that, a young man. One that went from embarrassed to laughing with a playful grin. When Feri burped, Rannon patted his chest and then did one more. It came from deep inside his large chest, so it sounded just as much of a roar as it did a burp. Following that, Gideon let out a large yawn that sounded like a 'hyeow!' before the Mabari flopped over onto his side, panting.

Rannon chuckled and scratched the back of Gideon's ears as Feri offered him the rest of the stew. He was about to bashfully decline when she insisted she was much smaller than he and didn't need it as much. He did have to admit that he needed a lot of food to keep going. He turned his head to give her his thanks, but he paused.

He didn't know what it was. Perhaps it was because he hadn't laughed in quite awhile with someone, or perhaps most girls he had met didn't act, or even look very much like Feri. But his eyes met hers and he smiled, very much taken with how pretty he thought she was. His gaze lingered for a moment, his grin widening. "Thanks," he breathed as he turned back and lifted himself up to head over to the fire, scooping up the rest of the soup.

"We should probably sleep soon," he said to her, getting the last bit of porridge into the bowl. "We'll need to walk a long ways tomorrow. Maker knows I want to get to Redcliffe as soon as we can."

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@MiddleEarthRoze

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

He looked over his shoulder back up the rise once more, and made a promise in his mind. This new prey of his would not escape a second time.

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

Tired and Pissed off, a Hist Story

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His breathing coming out in ragged gasps, the Argonian's voice sounded even more throaty than usual when he uttered his next well thought out word.

"Fuck."

His cable-like muscles were still useable, but they were shaky. He knew fighting half a dozen Kamal helpers was a lot, even with hit and run tactics. Daixanos supposed he should merely be thankful to the Hist for keeping him alive thus far. His curse, however, had been uttered because he did not know how long that would last for either he or his companions. Over the next rise, his fears had mounted when he heard the war cries of something he could only guess was a Kamal. He'd never seen one before, though it couldn't be more frightening than a giant. He could hear Sevine and Rasha'dar cry out. Unfortunately, his bleeding wounds and shaking body would not react in a deliberate way at the moment.

He had faith in the Huntress, for he had heard tales of her. His respect for her skills was enough to give her the benefit of the doubt, even in such situations. Still, Daixanos was not good with words and he did not fancy the idea of seeing Do'Karth within a week, only to tell him "Yesss, I heard your lover dying over the hill. Fear not, for the Hist will perhaps reincarnate her in a few centuries."

The Altmer on the ground in front of him groaned, but lay still. Daixanos had hit him quite hard on the head, and the blasted Elf would be out for a very long time, he knew. Speaking of blasted Elves, Keegan showed up out of the dark, at that moment. The Argonian ranger supposed he should be glad. He'd not really spoken a lot to Keegan, but his survival meant there was a chance the others had as well.

He looked just in time to see Daelin flop down the hill. It would have been comical to see him awkwardly roll down the slope if Daixanos had a developed sense of humor, but alas, it was mostly confusing and, actually kind of ominous. Rasha'Dar and Sevine cresting the rise brought him some sense of relief, though the war cries behind them showed this was far from over unless they fled.

Fleeing was not something Dax was used to, and Hist be damned if he'd ever tuck tail and run without putting up a fight. He finally felt able to get to his feet, albeit unsteadily. He growled, rising up slowly and wiping some of the blood from his side off his armor, turning his clawed hand crimson. He looked, and indeed felt, just about ready to grab his Axe and head straight back up the hill to fight whatever foe they faced. But...

He saw the condition of his companions, and he did indeed feel concerned over the arrow in Rasha'Dar's torso. Perhaps a tactical retreat was not something he should feel ashamed of, when it meant the safety of his team. He had to admit he felt a sense of responsibility to them at the moment.

That did not cause him to lose his yearning to face Kamal in battle. It was one of the main reasons he had decided to stay in this merry band, and he loathed the fact that he had to run on his first encounter with them. He glared daggers at the crest of the hill, daring any Kamal to make it over before his companions were ready to go. His mind caught up with him, however, and he made his way over to help Sevine carry the injured Rasha'dar. He looked over his shoulder back up the rise once more, and made a promise in his mind. This new prey of his would not escape a second time.