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House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Why would it be goodbye?

Rise of the Adepts: Septima Strikers (ASG PowerPunk/Futuristic) [Reboot]

@RovagugYer a cuck

Good to be home again

Good to see you!

Back after Six Months

Glad to have you back!

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Before valen could even think of what to do a Dremora Churl stood in front of him, a sick bloody smile upon his face.
The brute was easily about 7 and half foot tall, covered in thick plate metal armour

@Leos Klien

That is a fukken BIG churl

In the Emperor's name We shall not falter

Hmmm, this seems interesting. Might give it a go.

Warhammer: Morrslieb Ascendant [High Casual and Mature]

If I got time, then definitely.

The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

@MacabreFox@MiddleEarthRozeI'm so sorry it's taking me so long to reply! I spent 6 hours last night DMing my D&D and I gotta go to work soon (didn't get too much sleep either). But either on my work break or tonight, I'll add some Bardeck posting.

To Cure a Curse

Calanon gave her a nod of thanks, before he called for Brogach to canter over. The Elk approached, and then sat its haunches down upon the ground, before curling up entirely. The Elk looked fairly tired, in all honesty. After all, it had run for most of the day. Calanon stroked his friend's mane, and then plopped down beside him. The Elf lay his torso and head atop Brogach's stomach, and he fell asleep, rising and falling with his mount's breathing.

Calanon slept easily. He wasn't unintelligent, nor was he unplagued by doubt or remorse. But even with his curse, his spirit was true. The Elf had done his best in his life, and he appreciated the simple things like sleep. He had nothing to worry on most of the time. The curse had taken days to get used to, and even such a thing couldn't keep him from finding his rest.

Calanon stirred just before Rayadell reached him, though he knew it was no danger and only roused when she placed a hand on him. "Ah, morning," he breathed, opening his eyes and sitting up. He stretched, his already slim waist growing slimmer as his chest broadened from his yawn. "Thank you," he grunted, and hopped up to his feet with all the energy in the world. "Shall we eat some breakfast and head on our way? We're to go pass the mountains by noon, I think."
@Siaya Dragalorn

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Herold fell back into the Warehouse, taking up a position behind mounds of crates that he made sure were not explosives or ammunition. He'd be damned if a heretic, be they Space Marine or not, would kill him by simply firing at his cover. As he positioned behind that, he hefted his grenade launcher, fully reloaded with six Krak Grenades. He felt more comfortable using them against the Power Armor of the Chaos Marines. His fired round after round, the grenades making their signature 'krak' explosions, akin to their namesake.

By the Emperor, they moved quickly in their bulky armor! Still, four out of his six shots hit their mark, more or less, sending Space Marines back heavily wounded if not dead. He hoped the latter, though it was hard to tell with the smoke and fire going around him. He hastily reloaded his Grenade Launcher, now putting Frags in there. They'd do damage if nothing else, and began to play the role of the team's artillery, dispersing the Marines and wounding them where he could.

It was over before he knew it, and even the hardened Arbites was sweating and shaking by the end of it. The fallen Angels of the Emperor were a hard thing to aim at, much less fight. He thanked the Emperor for that Hellhammer fire. Herold wiped the perspiration at his brow, and formed up as the smoke began to clear. "Arbites at the ready," he replied. He dropped his Grenade Launcher, for the weapon had been damaged in the fight by some measure. Instead he grabbed a Plasma Rifle next as he entered the Hellhammer.