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Wade Hurttoto Grimmholt @SweetCyanide Song Sprite Vielle

Aand we're off again! XD Great post Wade! Based on who has actually posted in the past round, current posting order is: Wade @Grimmholt SweetCyanide Song Sprite Vielle Anyone who doesn't see themselves in the list, you have been skipped and are free to post at any time!

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Hopping back up to the open door of the ship, Winter punched the buttons to activate both the internal and external P.A. systems, broadcasting his voice both inside and outside the ship. "Winter to the bridge, requesting ship's fire on multiple targets starboard. Big-ass golems, can't miss 'em," he noted dryly. "Everybody still outside, inside is a healthier place to be at the moment." The muscular Elf ran back down the ramp just in time to catch the large stallion as it galloped up, its rider in tow. "Woah!" he called soothingly, raising both empty, open hands and halting the horse's progress even as it shifted its weight threateningly to its shining haunches. "Leveatha, Faust valtambathi. Etara si malnari coenya lasta felthalale,"* he soothed, at the same time shifting around, arms still held wide open, gently herding the horse up the ramp and out of the storm. Not a moment later, four bright flashes of light were followed nearly instantly by four deafening blasts that shook the earth beneath their feet, as the ship's guns took out the remaining golems in the vicinity. "All aboard!" Winter called, as the ship's door slowly began to close. The Elf ducked under the lowering door and knelt beside the blond newcomer. "Quite the loyal animal you have here," he remarked conversationally as he touched the man's hand, a quick burst of mana analysing his injuries, the signals a little muddled by the dose of pain-killer. "Well, you'll live." He glanced back outside, scanning for any further threats. None could be seen, but something told him this wasn't over. "The name's Winter. Thanks for the help out there, mate." *In Veldalamba, Winter said: "Well met, Faust, my friend. You and your master can take shelter here."

All good mate, enjoy the weekend!

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Hi guys I'm back. Sorry I disappeared for a while. If I get close to being skipped again, could someone please hit me up on Discord? Song Sprite#8841. Preciate it!

Winter had been at work assessing the damages to the medbay (not as bad as they could have been, all things considered), when he heard shouting and gunshots coming from outside, followed swiftly by the announcement that they were under attack. Dropping the vials he had in hand, he ran to the entryway as well, and took in the scene with a quick glance before adding to the covering fire. "The hell are these things?" he asked the group between shots, not that it really mattered. The salient points seemed to be, they were made of stone, and they were pissed. "And who's the new guy?" he added, with a glance at the newcomer and his horse. Unfortunately, Winter's gun wasn't really doing much. He might as well have been throwing pebbles at the golem. Quickly, his mind ran through the available options. There were some grenades and such in the armoury that would probably help, but they were a little lower on dynamite than he would have liked. And if they retreated inside, there wasn't any guarantee that their new friends wouldn't just smash their way in. They needed more firepower. "Hey Captain," he called, "does this bird still have any working guns?"

@ourlachesism's turn! Nice post Hurttoto!

Last day for @SweetCyanide! @Hurttoto's up next!

Sorry for the quote above, couldn't clear it on my phone. Anyway, just wanted to say nice post Wade xD very enjoyable read.

BTW if anyone wants any photoshop work done for this thread (like what I posted) I'd be happy to oblige. Provide me with reference images and I can cobble them together, make hair longer/shorter, change skin/eye tones etc.

Aaand I am on the board, folks!

Holding up the vial to the light, Winter examined the contents of the translucent amber liquid within, and then carefully stoppered it and placed it back in the heavy wooden tray. Turning to the left, he added a few lines in a precise, elegant hand to the open journal: 3ml additional extract d. spiralis nova yields c.20% increased potency. It had been years since he'd had the pleasure of working in such a well-stocked medbay, even as an assistant, and he was making the most of the down time to continue his research into healing medicines to supplement his usual mana-based techniques. "All crew members to battle stations. Repeat, all crew members to battle stations." Winter glanced up through his thin veil of ear-length silver hair at the intercom, his eyes narrowing very briefly in what might have been annoyance before a mask of calm fell over his Elvish features once more. Then he stood smoothly, placed the lid on the tray, and returned it to the locked cabinet, ensuring that the door was latched fully. Every drawer and shelf was labelled in the same clear, precise hand as his journal, and all were likewise secured against any unexpected turbulence. Grabbing his sidearm, he headed out the door, his motions still relaxed and graceful. * * * * * * Though he was unofficially an assistant medic to the doctor on their crew, Winter's official role was as a hired gun, and as such, he joined the rest of the crew's muscle below to await further orders. He wasn't particularly close with any of them, this being his maiden voyage with the Casimir, but whether by violence or healing, he would do his best to keep the rest of them alive. The ship suddenly lurched, sending a few of the men tumbling to the ground, and Winter's ears began to ache as the ship rapidly lost altitude. “Hold on to your dicks. I think we’re gonna crash.” Resigning himself to a bumpy landing, Winter made a mental note to consider a change of career once this was over - though deep down, he knew that almost anything other than this hectic, deadly lifestyle tended to leave him with too much time to indulge in the bittersweet remembrance of another life. "Here we go again," he murmured to himself beneath the blaring of the alarms, tightening the restraints on his seat. And then the world was torn apart.