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Cucco Chaser
Dec Member 2008

Cucco Chaser

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-Looks up from reading the R.A. that was delivered to his mansion in which he bought using the reward funds from the Halloween bash. Sitting in a fancy leather bound chair in front of a massive fireplace, puffing on his pipe a final time before taking it from his mouth, he would snap his fingers, his butler, incidentally, Lazarus, would approach with his commorb.

He would proceed to press the code to Lali's personal commorb, several moments would pass before he would leave a message-

" AYE DUZ NAW* TULK DAT WEH! "
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Cucco Chaser
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"He don't look like no cucco chaser to me. Then again, I ain't never met one before."

04-Nov-2015 03:46:26 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2015 03:48:32 by Cucco Chaser

Rizenel
Nov Member 2007

Rizenel

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Raine idly peruses the paper on her desk and looks over the different projects.

Project Mercy

Fund Army Medical Corps buildup in Morytania to combat the disease outbreaks there. Will increase public opinion of the crown, but is costly.

(Cost: 25,000,000)

Project Cloud Warrior

Research zeppelin technology and improved gnomecopter parts. Will decrease likelihood of gnomecopter malfunction and allow for building of war or transport zeppelins (1,000,000 and 750,000 each, respectively.

(Cost: 5,000,000)

Project Archon

Fund creation of a unit of paramilitary battlemages. Will take amount of funding, but the combined force of even a hundred mildly skilled war casters would be devastating. Will greatly increase both combat effectiveness and the capacity for war crimes/collateral damage.

(Cost: 50,000,000)

Project Tinker

Turn over blueprints of the VSS-Issue Eagle Eye PRM to Reinholdt Heavy Industries and allow them rights to renovate the design. Will allow the PRM to fire pre-manufactured canister or cartridge shot, which will increase combat effectiveness and decrease instances of misfire/FTF due to wet conditions.

(Cost: 10,000,000)

Total Funds: 90,000,000 I'm a
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04-Nov-2015 04:09:35 - Last edited on 04-Nov-2015 04:13:50 by Rizenel

xvimmxiv

xvimmxiv

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Hello. New member joined recently, well literally yesterday, uhmm.. I'm british and I don't know when high ranks will be on to invite me to the clan chat channel.





~my siggy is hot
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04-Nov-2015 17:55:45

Rizenel
Nov Member 2007

Rizenel

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xvimmxiv said :
Hello. New member joined recently, well literally yesterday, uhmm.. I'm british and I don't know when high ranks will be on to invite me to the clan chat channel.





~my siggy is hot
If you're online tomorrow, I can accept you then. Just add me and I'll get around to inviting you, if you PM me. I'm a
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05-Nov-2015 04:35:07

Capet
Mar Member 2023

Capet

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To the Guards, as a reminder, there are some of you who are at risk of being removed from the subclan due to inactivity. You have until Monday to fulfill a duty or inform me of your intention on staying.
Capet

05-Nov-2015 22:25:12

mimring ikol

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*** RECRUITING NOW! ***

Defend the Kingdom's Law;
Protect its Loyal Citizens.
Pledge yourself to the Crown.

Be a Guard among Guards,
and Serve with Pride.
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«{¤}» «{¤}» «{¤}» «{¤}» «{¤}» Khan of Goshima, master of the order of the damned.
Subject of the Wushanko empire.

06-Nov-2015 22:11:18

Ben Aristad

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Jon Church sat limply on a bar stool in a dingy tavern in Canifis.

War was coming. Jon could taste it on the air. It tasted like blood and sulfur and burning flesh. Familiar, almost fond smells. Horse's breath, and the sharp ozone smell of battlemagic.He exhaled deeply before taking a drag on the tarromin roll, banishing the dark thoughts. Distracting thoughts.

His flagon of ale sat seventeen inches ahead of him and eight inches to his left. It was finely polished, compliments to the barkeep, and through it he watched the three hooded men in the corner. He never understood why they always wore hoods, these 'fighter' types. The dangerous ones wear flaxen tunics and are bare faced, the professionals. The men like him.

They were Morytanian Nationalists, come to kill him. Not in any manner becoming of a professional of course, they had set him up. Arranged for a meeting with a young raven-haired girl on the information (courtesy of the Service's counterintelligence wing) that a high-ranking VSS officer was a deviant. It was as he waited at the bar for her that they would strike. Two of the men would stage a barfight in close proximity to Church, then they would escalate, pull knives, and 'accidentally' mortally wound the bystander target, too drunk to actively fight.

Creative, but amateurish. Church was not a fan of young girls, he was not getting drunk, and he was the one who had set the jig. Now, it was up to them to make their move.

Beneath his coat were two flintlock pistols, a tanto-tip, seven-inch fighting knife, and the components with which he could assemble a cut-down Eagle-Eye PRM. It was a heavy kit for a plainclothes job, but a man sitting on a stool does not print much. Hopefully, he would only need his hands. But if things got more sporty, he would be prepared.

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07-Nov-2015 05:14:43 - Last edited on 07-Nov-2015 05:16:45 by Ben Aristad

Ben Aristad

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The first man made his move, but lost his nerve with the plans. He must have figured that it would have more impact if the officer was simply stabbed in the back. He was going to die no matter what he did, but this decision made it a much more difficult experience for him. Church caught the man's wrist with his hand and twisted it, gently pulling it and the knife out of harm's way, and the man's own momentum bowled him over. Some of the patrons gasped, the band struck an odd note, but Church did not notice. He was focused.

The one behind him saw this and charged, any pretense of stealth gone. His knife was larger, and being thrust from a sprinting position. Much more energy to stop. Church caught the forearm and hoisted it above his head, slipping in two swift elbows to the man's floating ribs. They broke like fine stemware under the crushing, pointed bone. He shrugged out of the corpse-like weight and noticed two things: the third assailant was turning tail, and a fourth was edging through the door with a crossbow. Church sprang forward, threw the man into a standing chokehold, but instead of a gripping hand against the man's throat, it was the screaming-sharp edge of a knife. Church tucked his free hand into his coat.

The man with the crossbow's eyes widened, it was clear that he and the man with the knife to his throat were friends. Some patrons screamed and ran, others just stared wide-eyed like deer. On the floor behind him, two men squimed and moaned softly in pain.

"Drop it.", Church barked. "Or die."

The man was brave, and took aim. Church pulled the trigger on the flintlock pointing through his inside pocket, through his hostage, and at the crossbowman. There was a momentary fizz, and the man let loose with a bolt that flirted lightly with Church's ear before thwanging into the wall. Then, the powder took. Church's coat lifted slightly with the small explosion.

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07-Nov-2015 05:14:54 - Last edited on 07-Nov-2015 06:15:01 by Ben Aristad

Ben Aristad

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A four-foot long, two-foot wide cone of dead air in front of the hostage turned into a rainstorm of blood mist. The man reloading the crossbow was flecked with tiny, fine droplets of red, and felt a burning sensation in his chest. He felt weakly at his wet shirt and then realized, with the horror only a dying man can feel, that he was lungshot. His chest bubbled with warm, foaming blood, and his lungs fought for air against the blood and the cloth. He fell to his knees, and stared Church in his eyes as he severed his gutshot lover's carotid.

Church patted at his coat as the man fell, spraying and leaking blood, and extinguished the small fire he'd started in his clothes. He took in the scene around him. Two men were dead or dying in front of him. He turned about, getting back his breath. Sound came back.

"OH GODS!"

"He.. Killed them!"

The man he'd broken the ribs of was, slowly, inching across the floor like a centipede, yelling for help. Church pulled out his second pistol and shot him in the back of the head.

More screaming. Ears ringing.

The first assailant had fallen on his knife. He leaked blood from the mouth. Church crouched next to him on the blood-soaked hardwood.

"V-vive Mortani.. We will win.."

Church placed the tip of his knife at the nape of the man's neck and waited for him to finish his message. It was the least he could do.

He hushed quietly to the man as he forced the knife in. Devoid of his pistols, it was the most painless route he could take. The man seized a bit at first, and Church felt the bucking of muscles and flow of blood and spinal fluid through the knife's grip, and closed his eyes. It was quick, and would have felt like an innoculation.

Church rose, and turned about to the barkeep, who stood, mouth agape, still polishing a glass. He panted for a few seconds, then spoke, his voice scratchy.


"Call for the Guard. Tell them there's been an assault."

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07-Nov-2015 05:15:19 - Last edited on 07-Nov-2015 06:21:23 by Ben Aristad

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