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I want to see the list of your muses here, but I'm stuck on mobile at the moment sadly. May I have some help with that?

Of Course you may!

For The Dwarves we have Thorgrim Grudgebearer, Ungrim Ironfist and Belegar Ironhammer

For Men of the Empire we have Balthasar Gelt and Karl Franz

For Brettonia we have King Louen Leoncour and Repanse De Lyonesse

For Elves we have Malekith of the Druchii (dark elves), Tyrion of the Asur (High Elves), Scarloc of the Asrai (Wood Elves) and Imrik of the Asur

For Undead we have Vlad (and Isabella) Von Carstein of the Vampire Counts, Luthor Harkon of the Vampire Coast Pirates and Settra the Imperishable Of Nehekara

For Kislev we have Tzarina Katarin, Boris Ursus, Ivan Radinov (more of an OC thanks to such little info about him) and Mother Ostankaya

For Cathay we have Miao Ying, Zhao Ming, Yuan Bo and Yin-Yin (Again more OC as there is less information on her)

For Ogres we have the one and only Greasus Goldtooth ANd now we have The First Maneater himself Golgfag Maneater!

We now also have the Norscans Wulfrik the Wanderer and Volrik Clawhand

I am also considering adding in The Dawi-Zharr

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Here are some RP starter sentences but its Sabaton

"All embrace me, it's my time to rule at last"

"What's the Price of a Mile?"

"No bullets fly, spared by his mercy"

"Hear them whisper, voices from the other side"

"Women, men and children fight, They were dying side by side"

"We will resist and bite"

"There's no time to waste the final battle has begun"

"Through fire and brimstone, breaking away, coming your way"

"wasteland, its all thats left after the fight"

"To attack! Send them back!"

"Has man gone insane?"

"Even though you surrender You will never survive"

"What about the men executing orders?"

"Kill, fight, die that's what a soldier should do"

"You have to hold your Ground"

"Oh its colder than hell"

"We are back in Control"

"Will we be broken? Will we go down?"

"On the other shore, is the end of the war"

"Its the end, the war has been lost"

"Dead men will never come back"

"It's an attack of the deceased"

"We've been training for years"

"We're the first ones to fall"

"History is written today"

"Aiming for heaven though serving in hell"

"Who did the dying?"

"The silence of the seas is about to drift into a Storm"

"A new world will dawn from empires fallen"

"Where is this greatness I've been told?"

"Is this a worthy sacrifice?"

"I keep on marching on"

man i fucking love skaven, my favourite Hellmeth officiaonado's, little funky warcrime dudes, the stinky tide.

#skaven #drunk

rpclefairy

strangers beneath the same sky starters.

dialogue starters for first time meetings in historical or fantasy settings.

“forgive my intrusion. have we met before?”

“you walk as one accustomed to long roads.”

“it is rare to find another soul in this place.”

“you bear the air of someone with purpose. may i ask your name?”

“the wind carries your scent of distant lands.”

“you seem far from home, stranger.”

“your robes speak of refinement, yet your eyes tell another story.”

“may i share your fire for a while?”

“it seems fate has led our paths to cross.”

“you handle that weapon with care. a practitioner, perhaps?”

“have you come seeking fortune, or fleeing something?”

“i did not expect company in such a lonely place.”

“you carry a heavy heart. the road must have been unkind.”

“are you a wanderer, or one with a destination in mind?”

“you move with discipline. do you belong to a sect?”

“the way you observe the horizon... what do you see there?”

“i could not help but notice your talisman. a charm for protection?”

“you seem unafraid, even here. that is uncommon.”

“your presence disturbs the silence yet i do not mind it.”

“do you often travel alone, or am i witnessing a rare moment?”

“you look as though you’ve seen ghosts.”

“the stars are kind tonight. perhaps that is why we meet.”

“a name has power. would you share yours?”

“i sense a story behind those eyes.”

“the tea is still warm, if you would sit and rest.”

“do you always meet strangers so fearlessly?”

“you wear no crest or banner, are you unaffiliated?”

“your aura feels… unfamiliar. what manner of cultivation is that?”

“there’s something about you the heavens seem to favor.”

“the world is wide, and yet we cross paths here. curious, isn’t it?”

“your silence speaks louder than words.”

“you carry an old wound. is it battle, or memory?”

“do you seek shelter, or solitude?”

“you’ve seen much, and yet your gaze holds wonder.”

“your voice carries conviction. you must believe in something deeply.”

“even the moon seems to follow you.”

“if i did not know better, i’d say destiny enjoys such meetings.”

“you seem out of place, or perhaps the place is out of time.”

“tell me, stranger. what is it you’re searching for?”

“the night is long. shall we pass it in conversation?”

“your weapon hums faintly. is it bound to your spirit?”

“you don’t avert your gaze. most would.”

“that pendant... it resembles one i once saw in the capital.”

“has the road been kind to you, or cruel?”

“you seem weary, but your steps haven’t faltered.”

“do you believe in omens?”

“you have the bearing of someone who’s seen battle.”

“tell me truthfully, do you trust me?”

“your presence feels... familiar, like a dream i’ve forgotten.”

“you stand as though waiting for someone.”

“if i asked what you’ve lost, would you answer?”

“your hands are steady. a healer’s, perhaps?”

“the forest seems quieter since you arrived.”

“you remind me of someone... though i cannot say who.”

“do you always travel under the moon’s light?”

“you seem untouched by fear. is that wisdom, or recklessness?”

“if we had met under gentler skies, would you still look at me this way?”

“the scent of rain follows you. were you caught in a storm?”

“i wonder, what kind of person leaves footprints like yours?”

“if fate is kind, perhaps our paths will cross again.”

God I need to do something with Wulfrik

Playing Norsca is always so much fun in total Warhammer 3 that i just need to RP that bastard.

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Raider, Conqueror, Jarl (Open GoT RP)

The northern expanses of Westeros, cold, barren and harsh where one would imagine a kingdom could be carved out. But those who lived north of The Wall had never met a man as ambitious as Wulfrik before.

He came with twenty longships, with blood drenched prows and low with those hungry for conquest, and found an isolated fishing village. They had no idea what hit them, slavering beserkers tore people out of homes and foul half wolf half men tore into what defenders attempted to stop them. Men, Women and children were brought out the middle of the tiny village where elder men, hunched and covered in carved trinkets and strange furs muttered and stared at the entrails of the recently slain.

A man stood in the middle of the carnage staring at a trinket taken from one of the slain, a small thing made to ward off evils of the north, He tossed the thing of wood and string to the side. He was a tall and broad man with a single strip of bright red hair in the middle of his head. His equally bright beard had been braided and in it lay trinkets and golden rings. He wore roughly hammered plate armour with various spikes and profane sigils embedded within it.

"This place stinks of weakness" he said simply and turned to those gathered. Already marauders and the wolf men had begun dragging corpses into the middle of the village to begin the grisly work of separating heads from bodies and skulls from their flesh. "you will run from this place, you will go to all the other tribes you know of"

"you will tell them Chaos comes from the north" the headless corpses were dragged into piles behind him as he took in the terrified expressions "You will tell them Wulfrik welcomes a challenge, that i will take their tribes, their culture, their very souls if they do, but that he welcomes the challenge"

The pyre marked the first landing of Norsca, whatever its name had been before Wulfrik called it his.

#open rp #warhammer fantasy #wulfrik the wanderer #game of thrones

Raider, Conqueror, Jarl (Open GoT RP)

The northern expanses of Westeros, cold, barren and harsh where one would imagine a kingdom could be carved out. But those who lived north of The Wall had never met a man as ambitious as Wulfrik before.

He came with twenty longships, with blood drenched prows and low with those hungry for conquest, and found an isolated fishing village. They had no idea what hit them, slavering beserkers tore people out of homes and foul half wolf half men tore into what defenders attempted to stop them. Men, Women and children were brought out the middle of the tiny village where elder men, hunched and covered in carved trinkets and strange furs muttered and stared at the entrails of the recently slain.

A man stood in the middle of the carnage staring at a trinket taken from one of the slain, a small thing made to ward off evils of the north, He tossed the thing of wood and string to the side. He was a tall and broad man with a single strip of bright red hair in the middle of his head. His equally bright beard had been braided and in it lay trinkets and golden rings. He wore roughly hammered plate armour with various spikes and profane sigils embedded within it.

"This place stinks of weakness" he said simply and turned to those gathered. Already marauders and the wolf men had begun dragging corpses into the middle of the village to begin the grisly work of separating heads from bodies and skulls from their flesh. "you will run from this place, you will go to all the other tribes you know of"

"you will tell them Chaos comes from the north" the headless corpses were dragged into piles behind him as he took in the terrified expressions "You will tell them Wulfrik welcomes a challenge, that i will take their tribes, their culture, their very souls if they do, but that he welcomes the challenge"

The pyre marked the first landing of Norsca, whatever its name had been before Wulfrik called it his.

#wulfrik the wanderer #open rp #warhammer fantasy #game of thrones

oldworldfantasyrp

The Chase (Open RP)

"Ahhhh the blood runs cold!"

Gray cold, cold where had once been the warmth of the sun, swept across the waves. Croaked voices and strained chorus echoed out as the sky darkened with clouds. Waves grew and groaned as in the deep fog a hulking, sagging, wreck of a ship crawled its way from the depths of a nightmare. A three masted Man-O-War dripping with rot covered wood and barnacle encrusted dead shambling about its decks hauling the ropes to hoist the sails. At least thirty rust coated cannons each side of her as she bore down on their prey as chattering corpses swung gallowed across its yard arms.

we take our loot but don't get old!~" The shambling corpses sang with rotted vocal chords, horse burbling, as they hauled the heavy rigging. Standing above it all upon the Quarter deck several pale things stood barking orders out above the din of the corpses shanty. To call them people would be a disservice to all good men and women across the world, these things in the shape of people, were terrible to behold as they stalked about the quarter deck with their corpse white skin and ruby red eyes, yellowed fangs where straight white teeth ought to have sat and the way they moved, by the gods they were swift throwing their hands about and barking orders. Behind them, silent as a grave and swaying like the gallowed corpses on the yard arms, crowned in the captains hat stood the one seeming to command them all, with a twitch of his fingers and a muttering his cronies and henchmen jumped to obey his whims.

#open rp #Luthor Harkon #warhammer fantasy

The Chase (Open RP)

"Ahhhh the blood runs cold!"

Gray cold, cold where had once been the warmth of the sun, swept across the waves. Croaked voices and strained chorus echoed out as the sky darkened with clouds. Waves grew and groaned as in the deep fog a hulking, sagging, wreck of a ship crawled its way from the depths of a nightmare. A three masted Man-O-War dripping with rot covered wood and barnacle encrusted dead shambling about its decks hauling the ropes to hoist the sails. At least thirty rust coated cannons each side of her as she bore down on their prey as chattering corpses swung gallowed across its yard arms.

we take our loot but don't get old!~" The shambling corpses sang with rotted vocal chords, horse burbling, as they hauled the heavy rigging. Standing above it all upon the Quarter deck several pale things stood barking orders out above the din of the corpses shanty. To call them people would be a disservice to all good men and women across the world, these things in the shape of people, were terrible to behold as they stalked about the quarter deck with their corpse white skin and ruby red eyes, yellowed fangs where straight white teeth ought to have sat and the way they moved, by the gods they were swift throwing their hands about and barking orders. Behind them, silent as a grave and swaying like the gallowed corpses on the yard arms, crowned in the captains hat stood the one seeming to command them all, with a twitch of his fingers and a muttering his cronies and henchmen jumped to obey his whims.

#open rp #Luthor Harkon #warhammer fantasy

sometimes-prompts

Send 👀 to see how my muse sees yours

Complete freely SOMETHING GOOD YOU SHOWED ME: _____ SOMETHING BAD YOU SHOWED ME: _____ AN ADVICE FOR YOU: _____ I WISH: _____

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Hey, Hey, L I S T E N

here, on this blog, you do not need permission to slip into my asks. just do it. even if we haven’t interacted before. even if you’ve sent 10 already. send me more. i love getting asks (in character or out of character) and yeah, i’m slow as fuck, but i promise you i will get to them. have at it, fill my inbox with memes or impromptu starters or just tell me how your day is going. it really doesn’t matter. just go ahead and do it. i promise, i don’t get annoyed seeing the same people in my inbox, actually it makes me happy because yAY MORE INTERACTIONS. so just do it.

Call of the North (Open RP)

"You know if your gods were so great and powerful" Wulfrik prowled the keep's courtyard back and forth among the dead defenders who had attempted to sally out and meet his marauders. "If they were so wise and benevolent"

"why have they not stopped me?" he asked throwing his arms wide and bellowing for the defenders to hear him clearly "I will tell you why"

"For all your civility, your progress, and your technological marvels" he grinned and gestured towards the corpses in the courtyard "Your gods let your brave defenders die in their droves to the savages of the north!"

"Your gods love is not unconditional, your gods love is fickle and it has failed you" he stopped and began drawing a sigil in the blood, an eight pointed star "Our gods do not pretend to love us, they think us weak for the most part, but they are honest, they give boons to the worthy, they reward sacrifice plainly"

"This is why we won" he finishes his sigil and smiles at it then looks up to the keep and its defenders "bring us sacrifice and we too can become as gods~"

#open rp #wulfrik the wanderer

Maneater's Hunger (Open RP)

many assumed all Ogres to be complete morons, and normally they would be correct, Ogre's as a general rule, were quite dull and uneducated. That being said there were a few exceptions. Greasus Goldtooth for one was smarter than any other Ogre living able to think more than the next meal ahead.

Golgfag was another who had, in his sixty years of eating his way across the world, had learned 'a thing or two'. He learned very quickly that if you hang around those big cities then those important people in their fancy clothes will eventually either hire you to protect something important or pay you to get the hell out of there, either way you get paid.

Golgfag lazed against a boulder using a little thin sword some little man thing had tried sticking him with as a toothpick as he picked said man things tender meats from between his crooked teeth.

"Oi Boss!" a small round nosed greenskin skittered up to him "some of them skinny men are comin' up da road!"

"they look rich?" He asked simply

"what's rich look like boss?" the gnoblar looked at the Tyrant after a couple seconds

"fancy lookin' clothes, gold hats and stuff!" Golgfag threw the sword like a knife at the gnoblar, missing it completely but suceeding in scaring the tiny greenskin

"Yes boss, fancy clothes and the like!" The gnoblar flinched and held up it's hands in supplication

"Then tell the boys not to eat 'em" he grumbled and began rising his bulk "Time to see if these folk need someone killed~"

#open rp #Golgfag Maneater

goodnightmemes

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON SEASON TWO SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Duty is sacrifice. It eclipses all things, even blood. All men of honor must pay its price.

❛ War is coming, to the whole of the realm.❜

❛ I am indebted to you. ❜

❛ I'm afraid. ❜

❛ We should've just killed her when we had the chance. ❜

❛ When the king speaks, Your Grace, all hear it. ❜

❛ I find myself wondering...do we pursue the same end? ❜

❛ You must accept that the path to victory now is one of violence. ❜

❛ Did you think I would wither in your absence? ❜

❛ You only blame me because your true enemies are out of reach. ❜

❛ She holds love for our enemy. That makes her a fool. ❜

❛ I promise you, you will have all the vengeance that you seek, but you must keep a grip on your impulses. ❜

❛ Do anything but what I ask, and I'll bleed the whole lot of ya. ❜

❛ The gods punish us. They punish me. ❜

❛ This is not the time for blind accusations. We'll know who did this soon enough. ❜

❛ I will not be seen as weak. ❜

❛ Sometimes, we have to pretend. ❜

❛ I cannot trust you. I've never trusted you, wholly, much though I wished to, willed myself to. But now I have seen that your heart belongs only to you. ❜

❛ You think me some kind of monster. ❜

❛ You're pathetic. ❜

❛ We can afford no further mistakes. ❜

❛ You are mad. Mad! You cannot think that I did this! ❜

❛ You would send me to my death. ❜

❛ I would remind you only that when princes lose their temper, it is often others who suffer. ❜

❛ I see all your great adventures have done nothing for your looks. ❜

❛ For too long, I made it my aim to be of consequence. But now, I see that was the wish of a child. ❜

❛ I wish to spill blood, not ink! ❜

❛ Instead of judgment, you display impetuousness, and diminish us in the eyes of our enemy! ❜

❛ Fuck dignity! I want revenge. ❜

❛ They wish now not for the good of the realm, but for the petty satisfaction of vengeance. ❜

❛ Soon they will not even remember what it was that began the war in the first place. ❜

❛ There is no war so hateful to the gods as a war between kin. ❜

❛ I'm as fearsome as any of them. ❜

❛ You showed me grace when you could have withheld it. I'm not often surprised. ❜

❛ I cannot promise to make you happy. But I ask you: make this sacrifice willingly, for all of us. ❜

❛ If you've not yet surmised, you are welcome here. ❜

❛ Sin begets sin begets sin. ❜

❛ If dragons begin fighting dragons, we invite our own destruction. ❜

❛ Do not coddle me. Grant me at least that dignity. ❜

❛ Sadness is a condition of motherhood. ❜

❛ You have as much claim to grief as anyone. ❜

❛ Tales take on a life of their own, like weeds. Unless they are tended. ❜

❛ Always coming and going, aren't you? And I have to clean up afterwards. ❜

❛ You will die in this place. ❜

❛ I have been, at times, unkind, but never untrue. ❜

❛ You must go before you are discovered. ❜

❛ Your mother must've been very beautiful. ❜

❛ You should've burned them when you had the chance. ❜

❛ Is there no honor left in this world? ❜

❛ This is a better death than a traitor deserves. You should thank me for it. ❜

❛ I will not be made to look a fool in front of my allies and enemies. ❜

❛ I believe it is a sin to deny your appetites. They are what make us fully alive as mortal men. ❜

❛ If I may be so bold, you have not seemed yourself of late. ❜

❛ I've barely had the hours to grieve one tragedy before suffering the next. ❜

❛ I've come to know the face of tortured rest well enough. ❜

❛ Do you think simply wearing the crown imbues you with wisdom? ❜

❛ You have no idea the sacrifices that were made to put you on that throne. ❜

❛ What would you have me do? ❜

❛ Do simply what is needed of you: nothing. ❜

❛ Where have you been, these last days? You vanished without so much as a word.❜

❛ There are those who have mistaken my caution for weakness. Let that be their undoing. ❜

❛ If you die, all is lost. ❜

❛ The horrors I have just loosed cannot be for a crown alone. ❜

❛ Do you take issue with me? ❜

❛ I can sit still no longer. I must act. ❜

❛ I did not think they would be so eager to die. ❜

❛ I need them alive. I came here to raise swords, not corpses. ❜

❛ Will you goad me? When your bread and shelter now depend on my pleasure? ❜

❛ I mislike feeling powerless. ❜

❛ I do not know my part. The path I walk has never been trod. ❜

❛ What you cannot do, let others do for you. ❜

❛ There is more than one way to fight a war. ❜

❛ I do not wish to stand alone. ❜

❛ Has your loyalty faded? Or does it flourish only at night and flee the sunrise like a moth? ❜

❛ What we must do now is... terrible. ❜

❛ This is not war. These are crimes against the innocent, that any upright man would repudiate. ❜

❛ And once again, in the name of power, it's the weak and the women who must endure. ❜

❛ Was it worth the price? ❜

❛ I caution you, boldness is one thing, but overconfidence… ❜

❛ You have the impetuousness of youth, and its arrogance, neither of which is to be desired in a king. ❜

❛ Have the indignities of your childhood not yet sufficiently been avenged? ❜

❛ To claim a dragon, you must also be prepared to die. ❜

❛ You can't possibly still be angry about this. ❜

❛ You weren't going to bid me farewell? ❜

❛ It is your way, is it not? When something does not please you, you run. ❜

❛ There are older things in this world than you or I, or living memory. ❜

❛ You are not the player, but a piece on the board. As am I, for that matter. ❜

❛ It is my fault, I think, that you have forgotten to fear me. ❜

❛ It was worth the risk, no matter the outcome. ❜

❛ The enemy without may be fought with swords. The enemy within is more insidious. ❜

❛ Do you take me for a fool? ❜

❛ Oh, you make an art of provoking me. ❜

❛ Stop wasting your life waiting for something that'll never come. ❜

❛ I'm sure you did your best. ❜

❛ They will underestimate you, and this will be your advantage. ❜

❛ If the gods call me to greater things, who am I to refuse them? ❜

❛ Nothing is clean here. ❜

❛ The order of things has changed. Why not embrace it? ❜

❛ It does seem to me that you've made rather a mess here. ❜

❛ I don't need their love. I need their swords. ❜

❛ Mind your tongue. ❜

❛ I mislike all of this. ❜

❛ It seems you need us more than we need you. ❜

❛ So, what was the fucking point in all this then? ❜

❛ It's best to live, I think. However you do it. ❜

❛ You are not alone. ❜

❛ Will you prepare to face such an enemy? Or will you stay here and make yourself easy? ❜

❛ If you hinder our efforts through sloth or unreadiness, I will see you hanged, and your body fed to the dogs in the street. ❜

❛ You've arrived just in time to see my new army. What do you think of it? ❜

❛ This place will have you barking at the moon. ❜

❛ We must all make our sacrifices. ❜

❛ 'Tis no longer our rule that is threatened, our very lives. ❜

❛ Perhaps all men are corrupt and true honor is a mist that melts in the morning. ❜

❛ The dragons dance, and men are like dust under their feet. ❜

❛ We march now toward our annihilation. ❜

❛ There will be time enough to see which one of us is a coward. ❜

❛ There are omens here for those who seek them. ❜

❛ It's all a story and you are but one part in it. You know your part. ❜

❛ I am meant to serve you, and all of these with me, until death or the end of our story. ❜

❛ Be strong. You know you are just. ❜

❛ History will paint you a villain. ❜

❛ I am at last myself, with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed and be free. ❜

❛ You speak as if from a distant dream. ❜

❛ Come with me. ❜

❛ My part is here, whether I will or no. It was decided for me long ago. ❜

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ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ SYMBOL HEADCANON QUESTIONS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

EVERYDAY LIFE / DOMESTIC

📋 : how organized is your muse?

✅ : what do they pretend to have together that they don't?

🕰️ : what time do they naturally wake up when no one needs them?

☕ : what's their morning ritual, and what happens when it's disrupted?

🧺 : how often do they do laundry?

🪞 : do they look at themselves in mirrors, or avoid them? why?

🍽️ : do they eat to survive, for pleasure, or as comfort?

🏠 : what part of their living space reflects them the most?

🌱 : do they keep plants, and are those plants alive?

🧼 : what's something they're weirdly particular about being clean?

📺 : what do they put on when they don't want to think?

SOCIALIZATION / CONNECTION

🗣️ : are they better one-on-one, or in groups?

📱 : do they text back immediately, or let messages rot?

🫥 : how often do they pretend to be fine to keep the peace?

🎭 : how different are they with strangers versus people they trust?

🤝 : do they make friends easily, or accidentally?

🧠 : what do they assume people think about them?

🌘 : how hard is it to really know them?

🎉 : do they enjoy social events, or endure them?

🪑 : are they the type to leave early without saying goodbye?

INTROSPECT / INTERNAL LANDSCAPE

🕵️‍♀️ : how often does your muse think about death?

🧩 : what part of themselves do they not understand yet?

🫀 : what emotion scares them the most?

👣 : do they believe they deserve good things?

🧱 : what walls are they aware of building? which ones are they not aware of?

🕳️ : what do they spiral about at night?

📉 : what's their most common self-criticism?

💀 : do they trust their own memories?

🌊 : what emotion do they drown in when they're alone?

PERSONAL / DEEP / TRAUMA-ADJACENT

🩸 : what wound shaped them the most, even if they won't admit it?

🔥 : what moment do they replay when they're ashamed?

🧷 : who failed them first?

🕯️ : what do they grieve that no one else sees as a loss?

🪤 : what pattern do they keep falling back into?

🧨 : what pushes them past the point of restraint?

🧬 : what did they inherit emotionally from their caregivers?

🕶 : what lie do they tell themselves to survive?

🩹 : what actually helps them heal, even if it's unhealthy?

HABITS / VICES / COPING

🚬 : what vice do they justify the most?

🍺 : do they drink to socialize, numb, or celebrate?

💊 : what's their relationship with substances, past or present?

🏃 : do they move their body to feel alive or to punish it?

🛏️ : how do they sleep when things are bad?

🎧 : what kind of music gets them through the worst days?

🖊️ : do they write things down or let thoughts rot in their head?

☔️ : do they intellectualize pain instead of feeling it?

🕳️ : what habit would unravel them if taken away?

SEXUALITY / INTIMACY

🫠 : is it easy for them to get turned on, or do they need emotional safety first?

💞 : do they separate sex and feelings, or blur them dangerously?

🛑 : what's an immediate turn-off for them?

🔥 : do they crave intensity or stability?

🤲 : do they like being in control, or giving it up?

🪶 : are they gentle with people they desire?

🍒 : how do they feel about their own body during intimacy?

🎱 : what do they need to feel wanted?

🔒 : do they guard intimacy, or give it too freely?

💔 : have they ever used sex to avoid something?

MORALITY / CHOICES

⚖️ : what line will they never cross?

🩶 : what line have they already crossed and justified? or regret?

🧭 : do they believe they're a good person?

🔪 : what would they do if survival demanded cruelty?

🪙 : what do they value more, loyalty or truth?

🚪 : who would they abandon if forced to choose?

🕊️ : do they believe in forgiveness? for themselves? in others?

🧨 : what would make them snap permanently?

📜 : what promise do they regret making?

🪦 : what hill would they die on?

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"These are your tactics?" Repanse looked at the map as though they were made of some foul material. a few of the Paladin's muttered to one another. Henri, Repanse's massive companion seemed to be focused upon the triangles of cavalry at the front. "there are easier ways to kill oneself that do not drag us all down with you"

before the gathered Westerosi could speak Repanse began shifting the models.

"this host of shambling dead may be mindless but we are not" she said simply shifting soldiers off the field and into the walls "Have the siege weapons moved to the walls, these cavalry how armoured are they?"

"i believe those were the savage riders we saw on our way in My Lady" Henri rumbled moving a few pieces himself "lightly armoured, fast moving by the looks of them"

"The riders will remain behind the castle itself with our own heavy chargers" Repanse pointed to the behind of Winterfell "the trenches will be held by the spearmen, only until the trenches are lit, then we hammer the stalled undead upon the flaming anvil with everything we have, fire, arrows, stones javelins"

"have the light cavalry charge the flanks and retreat the moment the final rider of their lines hit and do this continually until the horses cannot run any more, then bring the rmainders within to man the walls" Repanse looked up, partially to the Westerosi to dare them to disagree with her and partially to the Brettonians "I will lead the Paladins in further charges on the opposite flank, we will kill as many as possible then retreat to assist with the main defence."

"once the trench is lit retreat the spearmen under cover of the arrows and anything else you can throw at the mindless horde" she pointed toward the gates "the gates will then be held by the spearmen, whatever comes through will be met with iron and zeal"

"If they breach the walls completely we will fight a marching retreat through the streets to the keep one squad to hold the line whilst the others fall back to the next street and hold as the first begin their retreat" Her finger traced the street lines all the way back to the keep and then she looked up to the gathered lords "By the grace of the lady by then we will have discovered the source of the foul horde and cut it's wretched head from it's foul body and if not"

"If not we will die a glorious death defending this realm" she finished after a thematic pause.

#game of thrones #repanse de lyoness #fuck it this is now an open RP #Open RP

Gunpowder and Zeal (Open RP)

Balthazar Gelt was not a fool, he knew that the only way forward was through technological superiority. Gelt had seen first-handed how a charge of Chaos Knights could be brought low by a well timed volley from a well disciplined troop of handgunners.

No matter how well trained and well armed a knight was, how many tourneys and jousts they had won, no matter how many wars they had personally fought in. A cannonball, forged of lead or iron, would always win in it's counter charge. When the foul warp portal had landed his troop in, whatever land this was, backward and unenlightened in its simplicity he had noticed immediately the way knights charged so blindly into his gun lines as though his bayonetted handguns were nothing more than glorified short spears.

He had immediately proven the enemy commander incorrect.

Knights in their all too shiny armour were felled as rank after rank of handgunners sent hot lead death at high velocity. With practiced ease the crews of cannons loaded and aimed their payloads and freed the battlefield of their foe's presence. Hellblasters coughed and sputtered more hot lead out over the fleeing remnants.

"Find survivors and bring them to me" he allowed himself a smile behind his golden mask, not that his troops could see, and began making his way to their temporary camp "we will learn this place and in The Empires name we will dominate"

#open rp #warhammer fantasy #Balthazar Gelt

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