Stekkmen

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@Old Amsterdam as you can see, my Centurion's thought process is flawless. he has zer0 entrapped in a web of his own lies!

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The Centurion hesitated. This Samurai was apparently a wizard, as his helmet changed into multiple shades of different things. Zer0 also claimed not to have attempted to kill the pink thing. His devil poetry was also vexing. But it seemed the Samurai was interested in talking, instead of just yelling banzai and challenging the Centurion to an honorable showdown.

"You claim to not have attacked the pink creature..." He paused, putting a hand on the chin of his helmet. Eventually he came to a realizaation. "...but your sword was quite literally embedded inside it! Haha! Got you! Explain that!" He took a few steps closer. His gladius was at his side but the Centurion was not in combat stance. Instead, his back was straight and his head was high, proudly debating.

"You must swear on your warriors honor you did not backstab the innocent sugar person!" This was a grave statement indeed for the Centurion. The roman knew that Samurai valued honor above life itself. No Samurai would ever deny killing a foe in honorable combat, and even fewer would stab an enemy in the back. If this Samurai was any person at all, he would either deny the accusation and be telling the truth, or he was a murderer. If he was lying, than he was no Samurai at all, and just a backstabbing murderer. Which was better than a Samurai, anyway.

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not anymore!

*incoherent yelling intesifies*

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"Bah!" The sword was suddenly yanked free from the pink marshmellow! Only then did the Centurion recognize it...the wicked curved sword of a katana! And now holding it, no doubt the person responsible for the killing of the marshmellow, was a man! In strange armor. But in the way that he spoke, in the cursed haiku tongue of the Samurai, wielding a Samurai Sword. Yes! Most likely this person was responsible for something evil!

"Foul Samurai! Behold your end, you stand before-" His voice was mostly drowned out. The Samurai did not seem immediately hostile, which was unusual. There was a dragon, as well. It seemed oafish. The Centurion supposed the Wu-Lin were right after all, dragons were real!

There were a multitude of people after that. Magnumus knew what to do. "Fear not! The Empire is here! Everything is under control! I, Centurion Agoston, will protect you!" Then, Courier 6, though the Centurion did not know his name, pointed a broken crossbow at him and accused him of many heinous things.

"Caesars Legion? I am no common legionnare, sir, I am a Centurion! I possess a Legion of my own, and it is the finest in all of Ashfeld and the Southern Empire! And I know not what a crucify is, and I enslave no one. You are incompetent, as your crossbow is clearly broken. There is no bow! It is just a stick, you fool!"

The Centurion looked around as more people approached. "Calm down! Everyone remain calm! The Empire is here! This Samurai can hurt you no longer, for I will defeat him!"

Despite his claims of wanting calm, the Centurion was by far shouting the most and being the loudest out of anyone here. He then glanced to his side, to see the birdman and the metallic woman nursing the marshmellow back to life. "Oh, that's good." The Centurion said, distracted. He shook his head and made eye-contact through helmets with Zero0.

"You failed, Samurai! The marshmellow lives!" With that, the Centurion began approaching Zer0.

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is there any posting order? or can we just post whenever to keep the conversation moving?

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The armored Centurion sat up abruptly, grabbing his gladius and swinging it around wildly. "Tu morituro!" He shouted loudly in latin as he stood to his feet.

"Behold!" He pointed his Gladius around, only to see a collection of various...people? Creatures of legend? Perhaps he had taken a blow to the head while storming the Viking fortress and this was...heaven?
"Behold the might..." He quickly lost energy as there was no apparent threat. What happened? Why did he feel so guilty? Centurions do not feel guilty!

"...of Rome?" He finished, unsatisfied, allow his sword to fall by his side. His eyes focused on some sort of strange creature. Flapping around wildly, annoying. There was some sort of woman dressed in bizarre metal armor. There was a cute pink thing with a sword in it's chest. How horrible! What had happened here? If this was Heaven, there was more murder than was promised. It's too bad, for all the Centurion knew he was about to face the Jarl Yigandrr in glorious combat. Perhaps he had been betrayed? It was certainly a very bright betrayal.

What were these things? The Centurion quickly made his way over to the pink thing. It was adorable, and greviously injured by a strange looking sword.

"Stand back!" He shouted. "This is no sight for a woman's eyes!"

The Centurion grabbed the handle of the sword (@Old Amsterdam) and began to saw into it with his own sword. Only this was made of tough stuff. "First things first, we must decrease the length of the impaled object! This gives it less leverage to do damage to the internal organs of this pink marshmellow!" The thing had a face, and looked alive, or at least, it used too. Still! If the birdman was panicking over it, and the metallic woman was there as well, he had a job to do!

"Damn! What is this thing made out of?" He tried bending it, but to no avail. His Gladius would have at least done something to a wooden handle where he came from! The bizarre sword would not be damaged. But to remove it would be to essentially condemn this very strange creature to death. Centurion always had a feeling the otherworldly creatures of legend were real, and if his first action upon reaching Heaven was to allow the first thing he saw to die, well, then he was no Centurion at all! Might as well just call him Magnumus. Or 'Mr. Agoston.' No, sir!

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@Lmpkio

God damned PAGAN

this'll be fun, lmao. the most dysfunctional group of heroes ever

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@Lmpkio higher than god?

this is heresy

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you guys are lucky you have a warrior of God here to keep you heathens from degenerating into savagery.

Steelbird Landing: A Roleplay After The End of it All [18+, 6 player limit!]

here he is, the potential mayor of Steelbird Landing

pls no bully

Al

Alcohol, the Mayor

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Forties.

¤ What Are You?
The Mayor

¤ What defines you?
Hard, I guess. Can’t afford to be much else. I’d like to think I could use my words to resolve situations, though.

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¤ Who are you?
My mom was a good girl. She raised me right. I can’t imagine most people know their fathers these days, and I’m no different. Trying to eek out a living on the edge of insanity wasn’t easy. Wasn’t easy at all. Guess that’s why she died. Left me and my sisters, Lizzy and Ti, by ourselves when I was thirteen or so. So I was the leader of the house after that. Apparently, I didn’t do a very good job.

I guess a stray bullet to the right spot is all it takes. Just some more assholes, you know how it is. Killin’ for survival. Killing for fun. Killing for some made up bullshit. I guess it doesn’t really matter, what’s done is done. They killed my Lizzy. Wasn’t long after that Ti passed on too. They were kids. So was I, I guess. I tried to grow up fast but I didn’t do it fast enough. In a perfect world, I would have found a way to take their place and let them live on. Like a real man. But it didn’t work out like that, I guess. So here I am. Still alive.

When you’ve got people depending on you for that long, you learn a thing or two about leadership. You learn that sometimes the people who rely on you don’t need to like you, but they need to respect you. You learn that fear is a tool, not a weapon. You learn that a little compassion and kindness can go a long way. You learn that no matter fucking what, all of it can be taken from you.

The nobodies who killed my sisters were the first people I ever killed. It was a wonder I made it that long without killing anybody. I guess most people took pity on us enough to leave us alone. I don’t know why they killed Lizzy. Maybe it was for our stuff. Maybe for their made up gods. Maybe for fun. Perhaps they knew they were monsters, perhaps they didn’t. Perhaps they weren’t monsters at all. I’m not sure which one is worse.
After being on my own for a little bit, without my sisters “holding me back”, or more accurately, holding me together, I was free to do as I pleased. My family had always lived on the outskirts of Steelbird Landing. We had decided the big city and all it’s vices weren’t for us. But I had nothing left to lose, so I said fuck it, and started making moves. It took a while. I was say, twenty or so when I first got there. People decided they liked me. Started moving up. Before I knew it, I was mayor. Democratically elected. It helped that the last guy died, I suppose. I’m not sure what they expected from me, but the people seemed to be a little surprised that I have made it as long as I have. It seems, for now, that they are waiting for me to die before they replace me with a new mayor, which is nice. Until then, this place and it’s people are my dysfunctional, hateful, and scared little family. All of us have seen what’s out there. I won’t let it break us.

¤ What do you want?
I want my sisters back. But that ain’t fucking happening. I want something real. Something real to live for. Not some made up shit, or some crazy drug trip, or just for the sake of it. There’s gotta be something real out here. Something good. Steelbird City can be that for me. It can be that for all of us.

¤ What do you believe?
I believe there’s hope. Real hope, not made up bullshit. The whole world isn’t full of murders and rapists waiting for their moment to strike. Fear of authority isn’t the only thing holding Steelbird City together, I know it. I refuse to believe otherwise.

¤ What do you follow?
I follow my gut. Follow your head too much, you end up losing all connection with what really matters. Follow your heart, you might go crazy. But a little of this, a little of that, and following what I think is right has done well so far. Rules and such.

¤ A scarcity embodied:
Forgiveness. Can’t forgive myself for what I let happen to my family. I can’t forgive the rest of the world for what it has become. I cannot forgive those who try and take what we have from us.

¤ Basic Instincts:
Save the kids.

When in doubt, turn left.

Back to the walls, eyes on as many exits as possible.

¤ Spill Your Guts

¤ What is the worst thing you've ever done to stay alive?

Killed people who might not have had it coming. It’s hard to tell. I needed the food, needed the water. They didn’t look like they earned it fair and square, but there was no one around and they weren’t looking at where I was. So I took the shots and took their stuff. One of them was still alive when I got over there, though. Didn’t want to waste the bullet so I let him do his thing. That was in the early days when I was all by myself. I was an angry boy. Don't worry, I've graduated onto "angry man."

¤ What do you most regret doing?

Back in the early days, I saw a group of wanna-be slavers start pickin’ off some random poor saps. Old man, little boy, little girl, some lady. One of those groups of people that make you wonder how they even made it this long. I probably could have taken them. I didn’t. I bet I could have taken them. They weren’t even looking.

¤ Who did you fail to save? What did it cost?

I failed to save my sisters. It cost me everything that mattered. Now, I’ve just got the memory of better times and the hope that maybe they could be achieved again. Maybe not by me, but by someone.

¤ What/Who are you addicted to? What are you willing to do to acquire it?

Addicted to hope, I imagine. Someday, all of this will be over. Maybe in a thousand years from now, all these sick fucks will die off and only the good people will be left. Laughable, I know. But I have to try.

¤ Who's intentions do you question?

My own. I think about my place in this world a lot. To myself, I talk a big game. About the little guys, the farms, peace, good guys and bad guys. But in the end, I’m just another guy in charge, aren’t I? Just another prick bullying people with his lackeys. “Listen to me. I know best. Or else.” Maybe my self-doubt is what keeps me from turning into a monster. But even the monsters half self-doubt. Maybe they used too, and justified their horrible actions, or they all think they have real self doubt and everyone else is the monster. Too many fucking maybes. This circular logic gets me nowhere...but here we are.

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Hear the Whispers...

I try not to let that poisonous shit into my head. I’ve seen what it does to people. It’s probably just left over cancer-beams from the pre-apocalypse, giving people diseases and shit. But hey, kind of hard to ignore something when you all you have to do is look up to see it. Sometimes, when I get drunk at night, I find look out the window at the think about all the shit in the world and it gets weird. I haven’t done it much because it freaks me the fuck out. Someone’s in the room, lookin’ at me. They hate me, I can feel it. Just waitin’ for the right moment to sneak up and slit my throat. The longer I look, the stronger the feeling gets, the closer it gets, until I can hear the fuckers footsteps. I look away from the window, and there’s no one there. Maybe someday I’ll pass out while looking out the window and I’ll die in my sleep. That’s why I sleep with the curtains shut.

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Own What You've Become

¤There’s a rumor going around Steelbird Landing that has you nervous. What is it?
Besides the usual stuff about this and that, what really concerns me is rumors that those monsters from the west are getting closer. No one’s ever brought me proof, and no one I trust has corroborated these claims. I’m not even sure they exist at all. But enough people seem to believe that they do, and if some say they’ve seen them closer to the inland than ever before, that’s enough to make me worry. The last thing we need is nightmare creatures plaguing the outskirts of town.

¤ The governor of another town has been sending men over to intimidate you. What is her name? What does she want from you?

That would be Novella. It’s pretty simple- subordination. Tribute. For us to bend the knee. I imagine she would be perfectly happy if her boys had free reign to collect taxes from our people for living in “their land”. Well, it’s not happening. A full blown war between the two of us, and chances are we’d both collapse into ruin. Hopefully her lust for power, or whatever the fuck she really wants, doesn’t drag us both into Hell.

¤ You’ve got a gang of men and women who help defend Steelbird Landing. Let’s describe them, pick 2 words from a list of words and 1 word from another list.

Organized, obedient, but wanting. I’ve picked good people, good men and women, who aren’t fucking crazy. It’s why I’ve been able to be Mayor for so long. Not only do they stay in line, but they do drills. Lots of drills. They know this city like the back of their hand and get around it in no time, their response time is beyond what I could have ever expected. Unfortunately, when you don’t get your supplies from murder and thievery, guns and experience can be in short supply. Hopefully muscle memory gets them through the tough fights, as it has so far, and their training makes up for their lack of high firepower. They got guns, don't get me wrong, but they ain't some of the crazy shit-eating warriors I've heard of from other parts of the world.

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¤Mama Told Me
youtube.com/watch?v=wkM7uWBjUrI
Will you have whiskey with your water
Or sugar with your tea
What are these crazy questions
That they're asking of me
This is the craziest party
That there ever could be
Oh, don't turn on the light
'Cause I don't want to see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
That ain't the way to have fun