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Burger Warrior

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In Topic: Fresh start

30 December 2018 - 11:51 AM

It's been waaaaay too long since I've posted in here but it's never too late to come back! I think. Maybe. Who knows? :P

I'm down for a fresh start, anyway.

In Topic: The Video Game News Thread

02 November 2018 - 08:17 PM

So now we can't complain we have to pay the price of a full game to get the good bits of Destiny 2, I guess?

In Topic: ZONE: The Rusty Axe

11 July 2018 - 04:57 PM

Erik listened attentively to both his hosts and his new friend as he began to dig into his meal, eagerly carving through the plate of breakfast. He had to force himself to slow down, at times, to actually savor the meal. Hah, too used to wolfing things down! Hahaahaa! He chuckled to himself.


"Agnar here is ancient, my friend. It's all I can do to support him in his dotage." One of those who’d served him his meal, a dwarf as stout as he was short, called over.


Another bellowing laugh escaped Fyodorov. “He should be happy to have such a long-lived friend keep him company… and a portable armrest, too!” He winked, trying to make it clear he meant no harm by the jest but fully aware there was a good chance the dwarf would pick a fight for the slight.


Granted, Erik would relish a bit of excitement with a little fisticuff-


"Well, you would have to take that up with our leader," the old man said as he took a sip from his cup of tea "we're staying in Stonebridge for a bit, since we haven't been in a civilized area for a while. I'm not sure where we'll be heading next, though, since he tends to go where he pleases."


“Oho?” Erik raised a brow and his drink to his lips, taking a deep chug before setting the mug down with a satisfying thunk. “The old man has a boss? Now I’m having second thoughts: should I join you, won’t my hair also turn grey?” He laughed. By the gods, he was on a roll this morning.

In Topic: ZONE - Fort Slaughter ((A Dying Breed))

12 June 2018 - 10:03 AM

As far as hunts went, so far Lyneth had had a wonderful time with Athens. Journeying across the Empire left them with many nights in the wilderness or in taverns together, and Brys was more than ready to reciprocate any advances the knight made during that time.

She couldn't help but make a face, however, as they arrived at Fort Slaughter. Legion camps were never fun places to go, and Slaughter in particular seemed to stick out among them. She forced a smile - and subtly buttoned her shirt up a bit more than usual, realizing her normal tactics wouldn't work here - as she and Athens navigated the tents and exercising legionnaires, looking for...


Centurion Tullus stuck out, fortunately... thanks to his uniform, mostly. Otherwise he was just as stern and loud as anyone else in this gods-forsaken place. Lynetg had to struggle not to flinch when he shouted at them. Summarizing events proved a little difficult thanks to that.

"There's little doubt what happened, then. Those two left to make contact with a village of lion-folk just to the north of here. People have been disappearing, mostly toward the north, near that beastman village."

Well, maybe we're lucky and this has nothing to do with traitorous Venatori, then... "Well, that certainly sounds... typical." The half-demon offered.

Tullus arched a brow. "They should all be destroyed," he appended. "I suggest you don't waste your time, and your lives, trying to talk peace with those monsters. I can provide you with a full legion to go and slaughter them immediately."

Lyneth resisted the urge to sigh, if only with a superhuman effort. "We appreciate the offer, sir," she replied, "but we need to be certain it wasn't anything else. We haven't been given the option of going back empty-handed." She offered a helpless shrug. "If we go missing, though, I'd certainly rest easier knowing your men avenged us."

In Topic: ZONE: The Rusty Axe

07 June 2018 - 11:39 AM

"If I could get some of those sausages and eggs as well as some tea, I would appreciate it," an old man - a fellow Nordling, if Erik wasn’t wrong - called to the barkeep. "I may be moving out today, and some good food would be appreciated, especially since I might be going somewhere where they only serve roasted frogs and bugs… again."


Fyodorov raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. Before he could ask for details, though, the tavern owner spoke up.


"This is a quiet town my friend. Dargnin and I go on a little trip from time to time, to.." he snorted, "relive the glory days, but to be honest the greatest evil you'll find round here is when the dwarf gets drunk enough to sing.”


Erik chuckled at that. “Ah, I understand. It is good for there to be pleasant little villages for old men to retire to.” He half-teased the evidently old man adventurer before him - and this ‘Hori’ who had joined them.


While the barkeep got the tavern’s resident dwarf on the job of making breakfast, Fyodorov turned to Hori and extended a hand for shaking. “You sound like you’re more the adventuring type, friend Hori.” He grinned. “I am Erik Fyodorov, traveling adventurer from the lands of the north, come to stay awhile within the Empire’s borders… until someone figures to kick me out, anyway.” He laughed goodnaturedly.


“If you don’t mind me asking, friend, where perchance are you headed? It seems you have some task ahead of you… maybe I can lend a hand?”