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PirateofPie member of RPG for 11 years

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284 posts per roleplay.
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17 universes joined.
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Completed Stories

The Knights Completed

The Knights are the defenders of the Sora System, a galactic republic that has expanded and conquered throughout its history. You are the Knight Elite, the best of the best, but, with enemies around every corner, even the best can be brought down.

The Ultimate Organization III Completed

My name is Nason Valkoven, I was a starman aboard the Sorillian vessel Turn Turtle. I thought hell would be an inferno. Now I know it is a desert. It is New Year's day and I find myself wondering: who else is buried beneath these sands?

The Great Guild Fortune Completed

"What makes a great guild? Fortune? No. Power? No. Glory? Not necessarily. Its the friends you gain, the adventures you have together, and the memories you make along the way."

The Ultimate Organization IV Completed

This is no longer the age of heroes. This is no longer the age of Knights in shining armour. This is the age of warfare, of soldiers and mystery men lurking in the shadows. This is a new world. A cruel world. And we have no business in it.

Universes Created

The Ultimate Organization II

(Open) The Sora System is in turmoil. The Royal family's lives was taken in a savage coup. The traitorous Princess Vitalia has allied herself with the vile assassins of Seed. Who will be up to the task to put an end to her tyranny?

The Tomorrow Project

"We call it the Tomorrow Project. Here, take a look. I think you'll find it that's in your best interests if you accept our offer."

The Ultimate Organization

(Open) The Ultimate Organization are unlikely heroes, grouped together by circumstance as they adventure through various planets and magical worlds while a galactic republic that has conquered through its history hopes to expand its reach!

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0.25 INK received for post #2806680, located in The Rockaverse:

"Director of Entertainment across the entire Holy Land," Chorvic answered with a grin. "I've known Arubak and his crew a long time. Almost like a father figure, one could say. But, more importantly..." the old man continued, reaching over to grab and handful of grapes from a bowl on the front desk. "I get to keep tabs on any foreign guest stay enter and leave the territory. I'm a bit more knowledgeable about our outworlders customers than the the rest of the ruling body here."

Chorvic ate a few grapes before continuing. "I've looked into your business as well, kid and I gotta say...I've impressed, but..." he shrugged. "There's a couple of blind spots...let's say in your records. I couldn't help but be curious, so I figured....hey, what the fuck. Let's hear it from the horse's mouth. What the hell happened to you that brought you to this godforsaken cesspool of a planet?"

0.25 INK received for post #2806719, located in The Rockaverse:

"I knew I liked you, kid!" Chorvic pointed a finger at Price. "'Cause ya remind me of myself...." Chorvic pulled his shades down the bridge of his nose to look at Price. "...a shitstirrer."

Chorvic walked over to lean against the front desk, folding his arms. "I'm in the same boat as you. Would be a wanted man all over the Matran...if they didn't think I was dead. I'm kinda okay with that, all things considered. I get to be more myself here, ya know?" Chorvic chuckled, drawing out a cigarette from his coat pocket along with a lighter.

"But...of course...ya get burned like I got burned, you just can't let go, can ya?" He asked Price. "Matran's gonna get theirs," he spoke, his voice growing more quiet. "You can be sure of that. Only thing gotta be on the right side when it happens. Meanin' ya can only screw up Arubak's plans so many times...."

0.25 INK received for post #2793742, located in The Rockaverse:

A few days later, M'Kama, Falcon, and Lucky found themselves in front of the Longbaoan Embassy of the Horenor. A fairly recent structure upon the Rock , it was only finished in the last two years or so. Longbaoans only regained their independence from Sor's occupation after the Oblivion Wars and thus was able to cement their place in the galactic hierarchy. Or so it seemed to M'Kama.

After what Sor put them through, he honestly wished them luck. They were not like the Rock, but they were similar enough. The major difference being Sor cared about what they had to offer. They had more resources, a united government....the Rock had no such unity. A blessing of sorts, M'Kama thought.

The embassy was multiple stories tall, it's rooftop in such a distinctly foreign shape, that it was undoubtedly of Longbaoan design and was as if they had left the Rock. Gone was the rough, arid atmosphere of the desert replaced with a serene calm of a lake or river. The Longbaoan phoenix specialized in the manipulation of water and you could feel that in the architecture.

Curved arches like waves. A blue room and plenty of water to compliment everything. There was a pond filled with massive fish, in which a fountain shot forth, filling a cut stick of bamboo with water which caused it to tip over and pour into the pond.

To the left of the front desk was a door with a sign above labeled, 'steambath', a mist emerging from the panels that lay there in place of a door. At the desk, there was a panicked looking Longbaoan, one of two working the desk, talking to a mean looking Skylander, in dusty overalls and a tipped over bowler hat.

"I apologize on their behalf, but please understand..." The thin Longbaoan official stated, wiping beads of swear from his forehead. "We cannot pay Mr. Gutner on their behalf. Their quite frankly unfeasible. But please be aware that we will work hard to gather the fee for their freedom within a few days. For now, we agree that indentured servitude is the best option. We hope Mr. Gutter treats them well."

The official bowed and the rough looking Skylander tipped his hat and that was that, their business done. The Skylander sauntered off, out the door while the panicked official made his way towards the steam bath, parting the panels in which the embassy' recent guests could spot a a rabble of men and women I'm the bath surround a muscular Longbaoan, several severe looking scars running diagonally from his shoulders. He stared daggers into M'Kama and Falcon when he spotted them for a brief moment before the panels swiftly closed and the official brought some news to his attention.

M'Kama suddenly had a thought to draw out his cards but thought against it but instead walked over to the second official and turned to look at Lucky to let her say her piece.

0.25 INK received for post #2793759, located in The Rockaverse:

M'Kama sighed and swiped the bag off his head, launching brown torpedoes into Falcon and Lucky's laughing maws.

"Sir, I believe you've cut in line..." M'Kama tapped the Longbaoan on the shoulder.

0.25 INK received for post #2814326, located in Atlas City: