Ruins and Cities

Nyna was dozing under a tree, the one half of her hair that she had hung over her face. Hearing the sounds of someone near by, she opened red eyes to look towards the new presence. “Hello?” She called, frowning.

Giving a one shoulder shrug, she added, “Actually, I wasn’t sure there would be anyone else out here.”

Nyna was dozing under a tree, the one half of her hair that she had hung over her face. Hearing the sounds of someone near by, she opened red eyes to look towards the new presence. “Hello?” She called, frowning.

:D Well I got a good bit of muses to choose from :3 One 40k, the rest independent muses.

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he slowly stood and with care to look as non threating as possible slowly approached her as well. he stopped slightly out of sword range and placed his hand over his heart. and after a second of thought …. used his real name “Adrian” he repeated the gesture and his sound. trying to make clear he was referring to himself and that his name was Adrian. then pointed at the much shorter woman and made a face that just said “okay, now you.”

Then she was fast drop her current weapon and reach for the two handed monstrosity as she was fast to prime it. With how close he was it looked like a rivet gun of some kind as the structure of t needed to be pressed against where she wanted to place a rivet. And she swung the weapon about as it would hurt if it landed and stuck someone with the bit of metal but the chances of true damage was much lower then the sword she dropped.

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Neoclassic: Steampunk Ajumma

Without waiting for a response he swapped, though with little hope. “Korean maybe?…….. No?” He sat down and gestured at the ground in front of him, about 8 feet away. And after plucking out and briefly inspecting her arrow tossed it where he was hoping she would sit.

Not lingering in harms way she backed off to a safe distance of nine feet away. Close enough for him to close in but not enough to make a charge. Still uneasy she kept standing as she has yet to retrieve her arrow but used it as a line. Hesitantly she starts to speak in khadorian, "not sure what you are but do you understand this?" It sounded like she switched to some sort of bastardized Russian. She was swiftly running out of languages to try but maybe from how tall he was he was Khadorian at some point despite his obvious prosthetics.

Caged fire.

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Shael was just cooking a pair rabbits she managed to catch as she was away from the mercenary company. Relaxing mostly as she has found it dangerous to be around there with those strange creatures she found. Hardly paying attention to her food as she just slowly rotated it, she was looking over her book of sketches. But her attention was suddenly ripped back to her surroundings as there was a feeling something ripped open. Unsure of this feelin. She got up and moved the rabbits so they were not directly over the fire to check out the sensation. New runes were on some rocks that she could not recall there being any. Cautiously she pulled out her book to write them down as she rubbed her chin. Now she was feeling a bit out paced by magic as she looked over them. Before jumping into something like this she will need more of those specialized rune shots that activated these portals.

Black hair pulled back into a pony tail and pale skin was really the only normal looking thing about her. An elf in what looked to be leather armor from the medieval ages that clashed with steam punk was standing before him. A heavy blade and a blade with clock work was on her side with some sort of double handed weapon was strapped to her back. And obviously there was a distinctive bow and a flint lock pistol for range as she cautiously backed away from him.

“What happened to staying clean for me?!” “I’m supposed to believe this is you being sober? I’m not buying it.” “How many glasses have you had?!” “If you want to keep smoking, you’ll have to go outside.” “You told me you’d stop…” “You promised I wouldn’t find you like this again!” “Wanna shoot up?” “Have you been drinking? It’s not even noon!” “Let me smell your breath.” “What have you used this time?” “I see you’re still wasting away your days.” “How much did you take? Can you still hear me?!” “Are you trying to kill yourself?!” “I thought that place was going to make you better…” “You know if you go on like this, I’ll have to send you back to rehab. Is that what you want?” “Can you remember when we didn’t need this yet?” “Is the heroin really more important to you than I am?!” “Are you sure this stuff is safe?” “Right, that’s it, you’re going cold turkey.” “No, sit down! You’re having a bad trip. Let me help you.” “Have you any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this?!”

WIP shot of Proteus #everblight #warmachine #hordes #tabletopgaming #privateerpress #games by raezyr http://ift.tt/1S1IMyc April 17, 2016 at 12:28AM