Recent content by Wulf

Spoilers! (Just in case anyone hasn't finished the story.) So, I finally got around to finishing the game, and would love to do an RP in the setting. I'm thinking a small group of characters find themselves in Valentine just before the Skinners try and ravage the entire town in a series of...

Feel free to shoot me a PM with any questions you have.

"Agent, you've made this bureau your bitch. You walked in here having made it through of the sludge, you start kicking ass and taking heads, whipping everyone into shape. It's not easy what you did, the FBI has never seen anything like it, someone who worked their way up the ladder with such...

Bump. Looking to give this another go.

Interested!

Talked to silentecho, she was sick but should be posting soon, so I'll post as soon as she does.

"I have heard nothing but stories of good and brave acts done by you, and your nicknames - your titles, were earned, as well as deserved in my opinion." The beach was littered with arrows and bodies. On the horizon of the sea, ships crashed into each other, the wails of dying and drowning mean...

Posting tonight when I get home from work!

Haha, things should be interesting.

Giroux bowed in return. She was a graceful, delicate thing, one that would require his prtection. He was just the man for the job as it were, Unahlan seaborn lived to serve their wives, who were many times just as mighty as the men. He took his place at her side, relaxing his posture a bit as...

You're on some dangerous ground here brother, you need to remember where you're coming from.

@Huor Spinks Sorry to hear that, recently lost a family member as well so I hope you're doing okay. Posting as soon as I get home from work tonight. @silentecho Gonna get the dance out of the way and make some conversation, let me know if there's anything you need from Giroux and I got ya.

Everything had happened so quickly. Henrik was in the Bi-Frost's weight room when the attack started. The impact was so great, Henrik's friend who was bench pressing loss grip on the bars, it fell on his throat, he died on the spot. From there, gunfire, screaming, blood. They were going to...

"Do you expect me think of you as a perceptive man after such a comment as that? Hah. Any warrior can spot another easily, by eyes or scars or the weight of their frown. I am not so easily fooled." the mystery lady replied. All Giroux could do was let out a small chuckle of agreement. This is...

We can share my roll if you want ;-;