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2 yrs ago
Current i dont recommend getting a pinched nerve, especially in your leg
6 yrs ago
Just a few more hours and i get to dissappear for 10 days. The place we are going has some wonderful views.
6 yrs ago
wow talk about nostalgia. Things to do while your bored, look up "the cluefinders."
6 yrs ago
bored
6 yrs ago
what? its already been a year here? *looks around* well other than loseing a bunch of wieght not much has changed.
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Sup im sword just got here and am getting a feel for things.

Well i got a feel for things and i think ill stay... also recovering from spine surgery sucks but is better than ending up in the emergency room again.

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Ardur The Pixie
Poking the bear again >>>> Time to fight /// day 8 // Evening / Location - J11

Thumping and roaring sounds of the large goblin was right behind him. At times, he wasn’t sure if the pounding was from his heart beat or Rattleskull right behind him. The cave boss was constantly just out of reach, a distance Ardur tried to maintain. Go too fast and he losses interest, go too slow and you die. It was definitely a hard thing to manage when you’re also going through an adrenaline rush.

Still, the beast followed. Step by step Ardur dragged him toward the bonfire. Staying tantalizingly close yet just out of reach and mockingly laughing at him as he flew. Then suddenly they were there and as Rattle skull stepped just past one of the nearby pillars his foot was caught in a spike trap of some kind. The sudden spurt of blood made the overgrown goblin stop in his tracks. Ardur could tell that the gears in the goblins mind where moving and realizing what had happened.

Ardur however, didn’t stop. He kept flying to the other pillar before stopping to catch his breath, and he smiled. “Incoming!” he called out to the others that where there. He knows they didn’t plan on dragging him here, but he would be easier to take out by himself. Ardur could only hope that the others were in a position to attack.

After his short pause, Ardur continued to fly up towards the pillar and his stash of stones. The pixie wasted little time, and he knew that they didn’t have a lot of time before the rest of them will be on them. Grabbing a large rock the pixie fluttered through the air and back towards Rattle skull. Assuming the large goblin was still there Ardur would attempt to drop the rock on him and then assist his friends with heals and support.

@Zeroth

Hobgoblin Gird
Waiting to pounce >>>> Rescue Operation /// Day 5 // Evening

Claws dug in deep. One hand clasped around its throat preventing any attempt at a scream as the life was literally drained from the poor troll. The other trolls looked on as their brother slowly faded away to nothing more than skin and bones. The other trolls were only aware of the assailant after the troll fell to its side. A pale hobgoblin, latched onto their friend like a leach or a parasite.

Gird stood after feasting from his meal. The troll wasn’t quite dead yet, it was more of a husk a shell of its former self. Bending down ever so deliberately closer and closer to the trolls face and its hollow dead eyes. This show, this sadistic side of him wasn’t to try to scare what was ever left of this troll. No, this troll was already gone and would die soon. He could see its power fading by the moment. This show was for the other trolls. To strike them with fear.

Stopping for only a moment the hobgoblin smiled then quickly he bit down hard onto the trolls neck with savagery and fury he has rarely shown to even his fellow goblins. Gird brought the chunk of flesh up letting blood poor down his face and chest. The dyeing troll had a few more death throes to get out of the way before finally stopping for good. "For Duvelna." He spoke a simple prayer, looking at the trolls in front of him.

Looking at them he smiled only for a second that seemed like hours before running right at them. Dipping and dodging in between them, Gird moved quickly. Clawing at whichever of them got in his way. However, these trolls were not his intended target. They were just in his way. You see Gird didn’t seem all that eager to engage the alpha troll just yet. Instead, he made a mad dash for the captive goblin in an attempt to release him and hopefully gain one more attacker in this fight. Even if the goblin ran off, he would still be an excellent distraction.

@demonspade64
@Jangel13
@Kheliop
@Crusader Lord

@Bee@MesuOkami@Universorum

I hope this is acceptable.

Doctors and stuff



Looks interesting. Face Claim - Hamzah Saman
@Crusader Lord jangel but hes busy with new work stuff probly.
@Virani how's the migraine doing?
Victor Asimov


Victor’s family sword was now sharp, clean, and polished. Kept in its leather sheath and resting on his cot. The small bit of meditation was enough to calm his mind as the others slowly began to put their things together. He had already gotten his things ready the night before and every night for the last few weeks preparing for the day they were to go on their first mission.

There were a few others in the large tent with him, where others received private quarters he opted for a tent with some others. However, before long he found himself getting his uniform on and then his equipment. His load was heavy, and he was glad he was strong or the things he carried weren’t going to be much use to him if he couldn’t wield them to begin with. Slinging his experimental anti-tank gun over his shoulder and picking up his light machine gun. With his sword on his right hip, the tall blond slowly made his way out to formation.

Forming up with the others in his squad he found himself waiting for the rest to show up while another big man stood in front of them. It was only a little while longer before he began to speak of their purpose and their first offensive. Going over their base strategy it seemed like a head on push. Possibility of some trench warfare and jungle ambush tactics.

Then came the next part. Chinese conscripts volunteer and otherwise, Italian armored division which piqued his interest the most. That is what he was there for after all anti-armor. Then he talked about some German and Spanish backed regiments. Victor could only speculate that they might be there to train the other fighters and be more of a command element. He will definitely have to watch out for that, if they were there at all.

Finally, the man spoke about using their weapons. Now he had to remember how to describe and tell the engineers how the field tests went. By the encounters and stories he heard of from the wounded coming back he could only hope that they had enough explosives to destroy whatever experimental equipment had to be left behind. One of the few orders they were given with their new gear.

Victor still stood with the other members of his squad, standing in the back so that the others could see. Adjusting the new strap over his shoulder. It was a last minute adjustment that he went over with the engineers. It was a simple thing to overlook and was really just a broader strap with a bit more cushion so it wasn’t digging into his shoulder. Glancing over the others for a moment and then back to their squad leader Aleyev, he was curious to know where their particular squad would be going. However, he knew he would get his answer eventually while he waited quietly.
Eating his food rather quickly while jotting down a few things he overheard from the nearby conversation. He wasn’t trying to ease drop, but they weren’t exactly talking quietly or in code either. Jotting down a few things with his right hand while shoveling food into his mouth with the other. Before too long he was done with his food but still scribbling. Just random notes here and there. Occult, 233, Stacy, criminal, coven, Wicca, magic, stray dog, writing club, and Heather Daniels. He knew very well if he didn’t write this down it would be forgotten.

Then something surprising happened while finishing jotting down a few more things. The new girl came over to his table and sat down with a smile. She seemed slightly nervous, but he couldn’t make out why. She just sort of offered him some food asked him a question and left back to the other table before he could answer her with anything other than a curious look. He really needs to work on how other people perceive him. He doesn’t want to be unapproachable after all. She didn’t even give her name.

Then he suddenly jotted down all her question and worries, so he could answer them later. “Wiccan, or just a style thing?” was the question he wrote down. She seemed overly worried about her laptop, obviously it was precious to her. Expensive maybe or memories with no other copies. He was leaning more towards memories when his eyes settled back across the room. The popular kids were watching him and the other girls. Looking to the quarter back he gestured to his right shoulder and mouthed, “how’s your arm?” other than a few dirty looks and rude gestures he received nothing else in return.

However, he now had the girls offering in front of him. The foreign sausage smelled wonderful, and he hadn’t had too much in the way of southern foods. Forgoing the fork and just picking up the sausage with his hand he took one small inquisitive bite before devouring the sausage quickly. His high metabolism meant he was always warm and always hungry. At least that’s what the doctors said was the cause of him being always warm. He took a moment to let his food settle while taking a few more notes and tucking his necklace back under his clothes.
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