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Rand slowed to a halt as Aramil did, and his mount immediately set to trying to munch on the leaves of the surrounding trees. Loosening his grip on the reins, and gripping them only at the very end, he allowed his noisome Horse to chomp to his hearts content. Rand watched the cloaked back of the...

*Rouses from his slumber* Alright, alright! I give in! I posted! Apologies for being away so long... I shall endeavour to prevent such lapses in future. Rick

Rand followed after Aramil as he pushed his way through light under brush into the surrounding forest, dragging his decrepit mount behind him. The horse seemed reluctant to move after the displacement of Baros' transportation spell, but Rand tugged a little harder on the old leather of the...

Y'know, on second thoughts T, I'm glad I spent the whole Con with a large Southern Americans hand in my bottom. Anything's better than seeing SJ in lingerie! Shame I missed out on the genetically sexually charged Llama though. Sounds a bit like my ex.

My office now think I'm unhinged, 'cause I've been sat here suppressing giggles as I read this, and the occasional whimper that escaped sounded like and over excited kitten. Rooney

Howdy there new bloke. Your name makes me giggle. Yes, I am that easily amused. Rick

Rand wanted to leap at the chance to avoid the chapter house, but years of being the best damn thief in the realm had instilled in him the ability to appear patient, even when he's itching to flee. Unfortunately, Amelina seemed to want to play the Good Samaritan, and help the old man on his idle...

Which one of you gits sent the pictures of me to Interpol? I missed the whole Con because I was being *eyes begin to water* cavity searched at the airport... I haven't been able to sit down, walk, or sneeze since they finally let me go.... Rick

Damn. When I made an Ayenee entry on there, they deleted it, claiming it was too small scale!

I hope not.

Hmmm.... I don't mean to put anyone's backs up, but I really can't see how people can allow alcohol to become such a problem. Firstly, I'll give you all some stats on me, so you know the situation I'm in. I'm 24, and I've been drinking since was about 16/17 (nothing major, just the occasional...

Rands mount skittered as they materialised in a lushly grassed woodland clearing, and Rand tried to calm the rolling-eyed animal, more in case the damn creature had a heart attack than anything else. He tried to calm the animal, but wished he could calm himself. Magic being used on or near him...

And thus it came to pass that a cheeky little blighter insinuated himself into this far-fetched realm that was wreathed in the smoke of the overlording Mith. And he sat a while and then spake "Can someone open a window, I'm choking in 'ere!"

Rand had hoped that with everyone's sudden desire to be elsewhere, things would start to look up for him. Anywhere had to be better than this Light-cursed place, with the stink of burned everything think in his nostrils, ash constantly staining his expensive clothes, and apparitions...

[OOC: I have the Inquisitor and his retinue just shy of a mile west of the Kelindil Monument. And I fear I may not have been clear on the Inquisitors attack. It was a very localised blast, encompassing only the area surrounding the monument. The buildings and such surrounding it would be...

I'm a Ferrari 360 Modena! You've got it all. Power, passion, precision, and style. You're sensuous, exotic, and temperamental. Sure, you're expensive and high-maintenance, but you're worth it.

At the tremendous roar, Rand very nearly made a noise that can only be written as 'Eeep'. Fortunately for his ego and sense of male bravado, all he actually did was gasp, and draw his sword, useless as the gesture may be. His blue eyes flitted immediately to the sky, expecting at any moment to...

Ah, but you see there's celebrating, and then there's getting smashed off your tits, and parading around the streets wearing a novelty over-sized Guinness hat which you think is dead clever.... Rick, definitely not bloody Irish.

Happy birthday, you northern monkey! ;) Rick

A curt nod was all the reply the inquisitor gave, moments before the man-creature Yakuvna turned and left the assembled company, Yakuvna's men, and the two-dozen men in the employ of the inquisitor. Decais turned away from the retreating architect, calling his lookouts from the roof with a...

Haha! 'round my way, 'Mimsy' is another word for 'c*nt'.... and whilst the spelling is not exactly alike, I'm sure you can see why this made me giggle! Rick

Have you found somewhere to host the debauched, heretical, and probably illegal shenanigans that you're calling your birthday party? If not, my mates pad is still on offer.... ;)

*Just screams obscenities at his monitor*

The aged holy warrior nods, assimilating the information relayed to him by this man-shaped being currently allied with him. Scorn Darktide. A rather unimpressive name for a creature so swathed in the dark energies of the Warp. But what was in a name? Decais himself had worn many, many names...

Good Lord, that stuff looks foul! Now, take away the gravy, and you've got a tasty dish... mmmmm, cheesy chips..... And Todd, you do realise we don't all wear red coats, right? *Hides the Grenadier Guards tunic he actually has*

It's not the fact that he's English that should worry you, it's the fact that he's a northerner that should be worrying! They put gravy on their chips (read as: 'fries') y'know

*Finishes disembowelling a Chicken Nugget with his trusty spork, and spots Mith trying to hide with the other girls in the bubble, and radios for the Dorito Flak-tanks to target and open fire on the floating.. er... menace!*

At Asana's behest, Rand had hurried back into the defiled Temple ruins. The gore that streaked the walls and pooled on the floor had begun to dry, and his boots made sticky noises at every step. He carefully ignored the noises, the smell, and the corpses strewn across the chamber as he began...

*Dodges falling hotwings and globs of sourkraut, only to be smacked full in the nose with the horrendous stink* ARGH! I thought these were banned by the Geneva Convention?! *Retches whilst lobbing a roast chicken (with all the trimmings) at T*

Hmm, I fear I may have been a tad rude. I don't think I've ever introduced myself to you, despite the fact that I've been reading your posts since I first discovered the .org boards Donkey's years ago! The name's Rick, used to RP with the ol' Section One crowd around the time of the Assassins...

My turn then... All right, let's start with my current namesake; Rand of Blackrose The man known as Rand of Blackrose is actually Rand Caultrim, the Blackrose having been added after he was adopted into Clan Blackrose. Rand's history begins in the forests just east of Ayenee Capital...

Well Tiff, you certainly sucked the fun out of that post didn't you...

Die infidels! *Opens up with a withering barrage of rapid-fire meatballs, firing at all and sundry, whilst laughing maniacally* Muahahahahaha!

Oooooh, I like this thread! Mine would be; Love Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance Don't Go Away - Oasis Amie - Damien Rice I Caught Fire - The Used France - The Libertines Hate Did You Miss Me? - The Cooper Temple Clause Bang Bang, You're Dead - Dirty Pretty Things Goodnight...

The aged Inquisitor smiled at the Architect's comparison of his most holy postition to that of an ancient Paladin. It seemed somehow apt in this current situation that he should fulfill the role of one of those near-mythical men. This Jason Yakuvna made a great many assumptions, but they all...

Architect? The creature must think him a fool and, a blind fool at that. But none-the-less, the situation remained unchanged. A gathering was taking place, a gathering with powers the like of which had not been seen in centuries, if not longer. Decais knew little of the intricate and shifting...

"This place just gets better and better" Rand muttered sourly to himself, hurrying away from the huddled crowd of women and towards the still and ashen-faced Lox. His hand tightened on the grip of his sheathed sabre, though he was unsure what he and the blade could do against the mist-Wraith...

I love rehearsals with my band. Being able to stand there with four othere separate people, and make something as intricate and moving as a song makes me feel all warm and fluffy inside. Kind of. Rick

Decais had to admit, he was a little surprised. Firstly that this newcomer should find him so quickly when the others had passed him by for so long. And secondly at this man's bold approach. Although even now he knew that to apply the name 'man' to the being calling him out was something of a...

It had been hard, so hard, to keep himself hidden away, carefully wrapping the tides of the Warp around himself, straining to keep his presence in the ethereal realm concealed from beings with unspeakable power, beings that were the very Warp made flesh. Even here, concealed as he was, their...

Rummaging through the stained and dirtied robes of the cultists was far from a pleasant tasks - it appeared that one of their edicts was against personal hygiene - but it did yield some earthly reasures. Rand pocketed a handful of coins, taken from small purses, and three rings of differing...

The Inquisitor awakes... Runes scrolled across the glass of the control units display, warning anyone that could read them that various process were being shut down, and that various other processes were being activated. Not that there was much chance of anyone on this rock being able to read...

Rand grimaced as Asana asked him to check the dead, but he supposed it did make sense. Who better to find hidden trinkets on a person than a thief? A damn good thief too, if I may be so bold!. He smiled up at Aramil when the old man suggested there may be more than blood and scrolls to find. He...

Ooooh, a music-related thread on my favourite (read as: only) RP board! Here's my suggestions.... Definitely Maybe (What's the Story) Morning Glory? The Masterplan Be Here Now Don't Believe The Truth All of which are by the mighty Oasis Up The Bracket - The Libertines See This Through And...

From where he stood, a daggers-throw from the entrance to the gutted temple, Rand had a fairly clear view of what was going on inside. He had briefly considered baring his own blade and joining Baros and Asana, but he'd seen enough fighting men to know that the two of them could comfortably...

With all the chanting, magical appearing, and tossing of pebbles, Rand felt quite put-upon. Lox's sudden appearance, and his gentle whispering in his ear had almost earned the seer a knife in the gut, but Rand wasn't some green purse-snatcher on his first outing. He didn't reply to Lox, instead...

As the hunched old man answered Rands polite enquiries, he found himself genuinely grinning - something he couldn't remember doing since before he'd gotten dragged into this little escapade. He had to admit, he felt a little better knowing that at least someone in this little gathering had a...

Rand almost winced in empathy as the old man clambered painfully onto his mount. The horse stood stolidly as he climbed up, clearly well trained, or at least accustomed to the aged fellows labourious mounting. Regardless of how unstable he looked perched atop the saddle, he wasted no more time...

To the Chapterhouse it is... So this is what the councils of the wise sound like, thought Rand amusedly. I always wondered how things like this happened Although Rand was no stranger to expeditions and 'adventures', he'd always enlisted himself, or in later years, been sought out and asked...

Rand cast a last glance over at Rayazol and Hrak - just in time to see the mages horse whinny, and try to throw the arrogant mage. But Rayzol was no mere acolyte. The horse managed two rears, hooves flashing in the sooty air, before the mages own enchantments crashed home, and the hrose dropped...