Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26084195-20160119070023/@comment-25975584-20160128063809

Eureka Enderborn wrote: (Try five. If your people are as big as you say they are...)

Six glowing points of light appear in that hangar. Once they clear, six individuals are standing there. Four of them wear jet black armour and special helmets with yellow eyes (Praetorian Sentinels). The second in command is a woman, about 5'10, in full uniform. Hat and all. The clear leader of the group is, strangely, not in uniform. He's wearing a green tanktop and tan jeans. He's very well built, 6'7, with steel gray hair, and a long scar just near his left eye. There's a smoking cigar clenched by a very solid jaw.

"Alright, which of you is in charge of this rodeo?" They notice that these men are absolutely massive, easily weighing in at 900 lbs at the very least, and 9' tall at the shortest. All are in full armor, and all are armed to the teeth. They hear footsteps, part, and immediately kneel as a few men in much more personalized armor comes forward. "HAIL EMPEROR! HAIL LORD HIGH ADMIRAL! HAIL LORD WARMASTER!" They shout as each one passes by in turn.

"It is customary amongst our folk to greet guests in person. My name is Taurelius Lothariel, or when translated into your tongue; my first name is He Who Laughs At Death, and my family name is Of The Steel Eyes. Who are you?" He observes them carefully behind the helmet, cocking his head a bit in shock at the woman, and of course the man out of uniform. "Oh, and Drakken shall give you a small tour of my surrounding palace. I need to get prepared..."