A shame that it had to end, I was looking forward for this tale to continue onwards, though one must have one's priorities straight, and real life more than often is the more pressing matter of the two to focus one's attentions on. At any rate, I'm curious, if one puts his character back in the char...

Karasu remained eerily silent for the majority of the cart ride out of the small outpost and down the forlorn stone path through the gloomy countryside. The young druchii’s mind was preoccupied with other matters, mainly those concerning the uncertain future that lay before them all. Looking back, a...

Karasu couldn't help but blanch slightly in sight of the new addition of Marcaunon's lifeless head latched securely upon Vshael's trophy belt next to the estranged Executioner's previous victims. The young Rhen'Vir offered the unfortunate wretch a brief moment of silence and prayer for Marcaunon's s...

The Norsemen's attempts at apprehending the nimble Rhen'Vir were commendable to say the least as they attacked the druchii with a ferocity well reputed amongst their kin. Nonetheless, inebriation, coupled with raw combat skill and ungainly swings, proved to be their downfall. Karasu's well timed blo...

((*in the distinct lisp of a certain boxer* "I will eat his heart, I will eat his children." Heh, I certainly found Vshael's earbiting to be rather entertaining, and can certainly see where he might've gotten the inspiration for doing it.)) Karasu was quickly realizing to his dismay that h...

OOC: I liked the addition of the ball of twine to the number of projectiles thrown at the bombastic Norseman, apparently someone in that bar likes to knit, as I can see no other reason they'd be lugging a ball of twine around. IC: Karasu winced as he felt several shards of glass roll down along his ...

Karasu instinctually ducked as a barstool flew overhead, quite honestly taken by surprise from the sudden outbreak of drunken violence following an exchange of accusations between the dwarves and the ogres, a whirlwind broken glass, splintered wood, chipped mugs(and teeth on occasion), and the occas...

Karasu scratched his chin with the meathook (clean of course) he had been given earlier as a gift of sorts for his interest in apothecarial pursuits. He was quiet for a time, quietly observing both his companions as well as the mercenary groups currently present in their midst, until finally he stat...

Turning first to Devro, "No one living has ever set eyes upon it. I do not know the exact details of the treasure but I would expect jewels, opals, statuettes big and small. Magical artifacts shall be aplenty within the vaults we shall be descending to, though some may be of an evil not yet kn...

“The signatures of which I hold are none other then the Witch King himself and Hellebron. People think we are recovering it for Khaines sake. What I plan to do is fake our deaths and have the treasure go missing. Of course there shall be an investigation, we cannot avoid this however. Once the inve...

'Still, not exactly the brightest idea to be speaking of such things in the same room as he, after all, who's to say he's not listening right now?"

"Indeed, you speak as if our esteemed employer is not even present, yet here he is!" interjected Karasu as he gestured over to Vshael as if to emphasize his statement.

"Would make for an interesting tale either way, wouldn't it?" chimed a familiarly cheerful voice, the lithe and slightly bloodstained form of Karasu hovering rather ominously behind those assembled, a bloodstained apron draped casually over one of his shoulders. He paused, taking note of a...

Karasu wore a bemused expression, still quite taken aback from the elf's fiery hair, much akin to a thin candlestick with a small flickering flame on top. However, on to the business at hand, he placed a hand upon his chin, considering the price offered. It was steep, no doubt, but the promise of ne...

I always think an RPG is more interesting if people's characters have interesting flaws rather than lazy stereotypes and over-the-top powers. Nailed right there, for those aspiring to create a character, always try and add your own brand of eccentricity to them that seperates them from the norm, do...

OOC : Just would like to extend a warm welcome to Group 10, hadier, I'm quite sure you'll find it quite enjoyable here, both from those who are participating, and from our most wonderful and witty GM, Khel. Well written and thought out posts are definitely a boon to your posts, so whenever you can,...

Silvery orbs reflected with iridescent shades of crimson as they peered down into the tiny open pouch, seeming to refract and glimmer in spite of the lack of sunlight in this gods forsaken part of the world. At the center, there appeared to be a white crystalline sphere fixed, giving the peculiarly ...

In the end, in spite of their arcane-born hatred and fury, it was but an iota in comparison to the sheer honest abhorrence the Druchii felt for their Asur cousins, tempered and cooled by the long centuries of feuding between the two. It hadn’t taken long for the group to dispatch this ragtag band of...

Karasu eyed the bandit chief warily, ignoring the din and clash of battle around them as shield and sword were held up in a defensive stance as he inched forward. His eyes widened in alarm as a small crystal emerged from the top of the seemingly un-astonishing staff, crackling with arcane energies a...

Karasu had considered such a reason amongst the plethora of possibilities as to why their employer had gone to such great lengths to venture out into places of certain death, and the pursuit of a single slave seemed a pretty flimsy excuse, but the promise of treasure was another matter entirely, and...

"Oh?" piped up Karasu bemusedly at Vshael's cryptic response, tilting his head as he leaned in further, eyes sparkling with interest not only at what secret he had to hide, but the rather precarious position his employer had either knowingly or more likely unknowingly put himself in as the...

((This post is surprisingly short, but, meh, sometimes that's what's required)) Karasu listened intently to the tales shared by his compatriots, his face and eyes expressing actual interest rather than feigned, grasping to every word each of his companions had to share. He managed a small chuckle as...

Not to say you're incorrect, Lordofthenight, but unfortunately, Azure put in more detail, and I did say to be specific. In any case, both of you are correct, but it is to Azure I hand off the turn to.

Ding! Close enough Your turn Close enough, close enough?! Okay, Okay, maybe I should've mentioned his conflict with the Skaven or his battle with Crom the Conqueror as well, but still... meh whatever. Alright, here's a question, Tomb King related. What was the name of the last living King of Khemri...

Well, truth be told, there isn't really an easy way to explain Grimgor's background in short terms, but nonetheless I'll try and sum it up as short as possible. His true origins are as of yet very much shrouded in mystery, but what is known is that he originally came from the east, out of the Blaste...