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From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Kochiya Sanae

Aventon — Deep Forest

Despite her own efforts to try and deal with the centipede, it seemed readily apparent that her attacks weren't exactly doing much, if anything. The sounds of further battle from her side and rear made it quite obvious that there were more, though, but given how durable the enemy seemed to be it was rather unfortunate that she couldn't actually do much in this situation.

Or, well, not in any sort of timely manner. If she had enough time and space to pound away at them all with danmaku, she could probably get them to retreat.

Either way, it didn't feel particularly great being relegated to covering fire duty, and even moreso when the white-haired woman fighting alongside her was brought back down to earth with a sickening crunch. Even in the heat of the moment, it was nigh-impossible for Sanae to not instinctively cover her mouth and stare in abject horror as Mokou, despite her impossibly-grievous injuries, shoved her broken arm into the centipede's mouth and blew it up.

This time, things were far more explosive in a different way—a scene more fitting for a low-budget guro-horror film sort of way—as the bug's head had next to no way of handling an internal shockwave. One generous splattering of centipede brains and carapace later, and the headless flailing corpse spraying blue blood all over the place fell to the ground.

It was still moving despite that, of course, but it had to have been undeniably dead by now. That didn't stop Sanae from staring at the bloody sequence in pure horror, her brain still trying to process what exactly she had just witnessed. She had the brutality of people the day before, but that was different from seeing a scene as gruesome as this play out in front of her. After what felt like an ages-long pause, though, the shrine maiden finally worked up enough nerve to float back down towards the white-haired girl who had most certainly received a few more-than-lethal blows. A part of her hoped that the scene wasn't visceral enough to make her physically ill, but given what she had seen that didn't seem likely in the least.

All the while, the third centipede—the one that Remilia was facing down—was having a far less pleasant time than the other two of it's ilk. Despite being far less dead than the other two were at the moment, it was struggling far more in trying to strike it's prey down. Second after painful second, the arthropod swerved and twisted it's body, coiling around to and fro as it attempted to land any sort of meaningful blow on the vampire fighting for her life in front of it. Every stab from the spear within the girl's hands left a gash, every slash deepend the wounds made already. The natural armor upon it's body did not make it impervious by any means, and while the others found swift release, this one kept fighting tooth and nail with a being that did not wish to die.

But maybe that was how should have been to begin with?

As the battle raged on, the centipede grew ever more desperate to finish the small girl in front of it. By now, multiple limbs had been broken off, and it's movement had begun to grow unsteady as exhaustion began to set in. As it attempted to go for a wild bite upon Remilia's torso, however, the monster would find it's head parried by a metal knife and diverted ever so slightly to the side.

Joker's intervention, while timely, did not mean that the arthropod was willing to flee. No, this simply meant that there was one more annoying enemy to try and strike down with impunity.

@VitaVitaAR@EchoWolff@Izurich@Lugubrious@Raineh Daze

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Aventon — Hunter's Lodge

Though confused about Anne's rather brusque dismissal about the situation at hand, Millie chose to simply accept the woman's words at face value and nodded her head. It was weird that there was a farming incident that warranted a scream that loud, but...

Maybe the windmill had come down or something? It would've been a problem if they couldn't grind any wheat, after all...

Either way, though, the topic soon returned back towards her dreams—a topic that the young girl was more than okay with elaborating on.

"Um... Right!" she said, nodding her head, "There was that weird stuff about walls, and binding stuff... And I think there was something about 'accidents' too? It's sort of fuzzy, but I think that lady was talking about other people or something like that..."

With hew brow furrowed and eyes closed for a moment, Millie crossed her arms and tilted her head every so slightly to the side as she tried to remember that fleeting dream. A few seconds seemed to go by without any sort of progress, but almost as if a bolt of inspiration had struck, the young girl seemed to perk up almost instantly.

"Oh, right! She also said something about the country being in danger very soon! Something about the capital, I think...? But papa said the capital is super safe, so I'm not sure how that's possible..."

@Drifting Pollen

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Aventon — Eastern Fields

With the stampede having been handled with (relative) haste and the farmhands shocked out of their fear-stricken stupors, it only took a bit of prodding to get them back to work. None of them had truly shaken the feeling off by this point, but at the very least they were able to move anything small enough to carry back to their (comparatively) unbroken pens and cages.

If anything, though, the opportunity provided here was a good a time as any to make some small talk while the cows were lugged back to the barn, one body at a time.

And the pigs. And sheep. And the horses too, really. Honestly, it was a miracle that the only real casualties of the whole situation were the fences and, unbeknownst to Fran, a bit of Rayne's and Anne's sanity.

@DracoLunaris@Rezod92

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@Crusader Lord: Accepted.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@SilverPaw: Accepted.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@Xaltwind: I think I'm probably insane enough to try and keep things open... For now. If you want to toss your hat into the ring, then by all means.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@RolePlayerRoxas: Accepted.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Form

• Name: Steven Yu
• Age: 22
• Gender: Male
• Race: Kitsune
• Appearance: "Yeah, this isn't half bad..."
  Standing at a solid 5'11", Steven is somewhat tall by kitsune standards; his height seems to have been inherited from his past self's, which is a boon unto itself, but as an aspiring wanderer with dreams of adventure, standing out like that might not necessarily be a good thing.
• Personality: Steven is an adventurous spirit at heart, with a great affinity towards exploration and excitement. Had he not been caught up in that fateful plane crash, it is quite possible he would have had to abandon such wishes in favor of a more lucrative path...
  But those expectations are no more.
  Wanderlust aside, Steven is just as eager to see what this new fantasy world has to offer as he is to test himself. With media in this genre having been so popular back on Earth, the thought of being able to make his mark on the world is just as exciting as it is daunting. Traveling the world with companions by his side, overcoming overwhelming odds, and not knowing what the next journey might hold... It is a romantic and, as he himself would admit, rather naive view of the life he wants to lead, but some part of him wishes for it even so.
• History: Steven is far from unique. As the firstborn son of an two Chinese immigrants to the US, the weight of the world was placed upon his shoulders at an early age. Their dreams, their hopes, their expectations—all burdens he and many others his age grew to share, and under the same banner they grew. Some fell to the wayside, some gave up, and some—like he had—persevered.
  The days came and went, and Steven eventually found his way into a fairly prestigious private university as a biology major. While he could not say if the hell that was pre-med was worth the trouble that was surely to follow, it did at least allow him the freedom to take a trip overseas courtesy of his own savings. Where else did he wish to go but Japan, then, where so much entertainment that he consumed during his free time came from?
  Unfortunately, the one thing Steven did not expect was a front-row seat to a re-enactment of a genre trope that had long since played itself out ere long.
  At least it wasn't a truck...?
• Level: 1
• Stats:
  
  • STR: 3
  • DEX: 2
  • MAG: 1
  • DEF: 1
  • RES: 1
  • AGI: 3
  • LCK: 1
• Skills:
  
  • Skill Name: Kenki
  • Skill Description: Kenki can best be described as literally as the name it was given—"sword energy". Though not inherently magical by nature, kenki allows the user to empower swords and increase their blade's power and durability. The more refined the control over this ability one has, the more pronounced the effects.
• Other: Can cook, but primarily focuses on East Asian cuisines. That said, it's not an easy thing to do so on the road, and with no familiar ingredients on hand most of the time aside... Nor any knowledge on how to make the components, but that's an issue for his future self.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

@Zeroth@ERode@Rin@Rune_Alchemist@Thunder999999@Aku the Samurai@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99: All accepted. Add to tab whenever.

@TheMushroomLord: As has been discussed, please reframe the skill to fit with the current schema.

Anyways I'm also done with my stuff so... time to slap it up.

Form

• Name: Steven Yu
• Age: 22
• Gender: Male
• Race: Kitsune
• Appearance: "Yeah, this isn't half bad..."
  Standing at a solid 5'11", Steven is somewhat tall by kitsune standards; his height seems to have been inherited from his past self's, which is a boon unto itself, but as an aspiring wanderer with dreams of adventure, standing out like that might not necessarily be a good thing.
• Personality: Steven is an adventurous spirit at heart, with a great affinity towards exploration and excitement. Had he not been caught up in that fateful plane crash, it is quite possible he would have had to abandon such wishes in favor of a more lucrative path...
  But those expectations are no more.
  Wanderlust aside, Steven is just as eager to see what this new fantasy world has to offer as he is to test himself. With media in this genre having been so popular back on Earth, the thought of being able to make his mark on the world is just as exciting as it is daunting. Traveling the world with companions by his side, overcoming overwhelming odds, and not knowing what the next journey might hold... It is a romantic and, as he himself would admit, rather naive view of the life he wants to lead, but some part of him wishes for it even so.
• History: Steven is far from unique. As the firstborn son of an two Chinese immigrants to the US, the weight of the world was placed upon his shoulders at an early age. Their dreams, their hopes, their expectations—all burdens he and many others his age grew to share, and under the same banner they grew. Some fell to the wayside, some gave up, and some—like he had—persevered.
  The days came and went, and Steven eventually found his way into a fairly prestigious private university as a biology major. While he could not say if the hell that was pre-med was worth the trouble that was surely to follow, it did at least allow him the freedom to take a trip overseas courtesy of his own savings. Where else did he wish to go but Japan, then, where so much entertainment that he consumed during his free time came from?
  Unfortunately, the one thing Steven did not expect was a front-row seat to a re-enactment of a genre trope that had long since played itself out ere long.
  At least it wasn't a truck...?
• Level: 1
• Stats:
  
  • STR: 3
  • DEX: 2
  • MAG: 1
  • DEF: 1
  • RES: 1
  • AGI: 3
  • LCK: 1
• Skills:
  
  • Skill Name: Kenki
  • Skill Description: Kenki can best be described as literally as the name it was given—"sword energy". Though not inherently magical by nature, kenki allows the user to empower swords and increase their blade's power and durability. The more refined the control over this ability one has, the more pronounced the effects.
• Other: Can cook, but primarily focuses on East Asian cuisines. That said, it's not an easy thing to do so on the road, and with no familiar ingredients on hand most of the time aside... Nor any knowledge on how to make the components, but that's an issue for his future self.

Edit: Mushroom's skill ok now. Accepted.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...! (Interest Check)

Hoo boy, giant mention block time.

@Rin @VitaVitaAR @RolePlayerRoxas @Aku the Samurai @Rune_Alchemist @JewelSerket @SilverPaw @Zeroth @TheMushroomLord @Expendable @ERode @Crusader Lord @Thunder999999: OoC up. Time to pick up shop and move discussions there.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Prologue

"Well, this is a rather macabre scene."

With a rather uncanny callousness underlining his voice, a rather well-dressed man who looked to be no older than forty took a few steps towards the crashed plane in front of him. There was no sense of trepidation as he stepped closer to the flames, and less so as he simply leaped atop the charred wreck to peer inside.

Hundreds of people, dead in but an instant. Young, old, healthy, frail—as was expected of a tragedy on this magnitude, none seemed to be spared. But despite being surrounded by a scene that could easily carve itself into the mind of people who could bear witness to such tragedy, the man seemed... Unfazed.

Well, that was to be expected, of course. He was here on a little job for his master, whose capricious nature he was bound to follow regardless of his own opinions. Lucky, then, that he happened to arrive at such an opportune time.

Better than than to have to dirty his own hands, after all.

As he stopped near the center of the downed vehicle, the man raised his right arm in front of him and opened a small portal above his head. With his left, he formed a small lantern glowing with blue-green light, and with none others living to witness the scene to follow, raised that same object up and shook it as he would a bell.

The wreckage, at once, seemed to be suffused with a dim glow, and one by one dancing lights seemed to float up and away for but a brief moment before being drawn towards that light.

"Let this humble servant provide you all a second chance," the man spoke as he walked through the portal, each light slowly following in his wake, "though let your choices be yours and yours alone."

Ere long, that ethereal light had faded from the plane, leaving naught but ash and solitude as the gateway slowly closed behind him.

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Premise

So... It might not be evident at a glance, but this is a fantasy isekai story. Sure, it seems more like the prelude for an urban fantasy of sorts, but no, it's a fantasy isekai.

With game elements. Yes, how original, I know.

Setting that self-deprecating humor aside for a moment, I'll provide a bit more background knowledge for those who haven't up and left already below.

Having met an untimely demise in the wake of a plane crash, you and a few other people have woken up in the middle of a completely unknown location. What that location is may vary from group to group, but what be more pressing is the fact that you... May or may not be the same person you were before blacking out. More curious still might be the odd UI-like menu in front of you that feels like something straight out of a game, complete with stats, skills, and other miscellaneous information.
What to make of the situation is your choice to make, but to what end that may lead, only time can tell.

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The System

In order to supplement their lack of experience in this new world, these wayward souls have been provided with a metaphysical construct henceforth dubbed "the System". This System does not turn the world into a game (though some might treat it as such anyways), but instead functions as both a way of quantifying abilities and the capabilities of the user. This does include the capability to gain experience and level up.

That being said, being able to level up does not mean that the natives of this world cannot also grow stronger and break past their limits. Rather, it is that the reincarnated have the ability to steer their growth as they see fit.

Other than that, the System has a built-in record system that functions similarly to a quest log and a messaging function that allows those who have met other wayward souls to communicate with one another regardless of the situation. It does not have a built-in map, minimap or inventory, though.

Only those who have been reincarnated (in other words, the player characters) can access this System, and it is an otherwise foreign concept to many of those who have lived in this world since being born.

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Skills

A "Skill" in context of the System can be split into one of two categories: something that "increases the capabilities of a stat or action" or "allows for the execution of some type of action". The former would be something like a basic stat boost (e.g.; [MAG +10]), while the latter would be something more like [Holy Magic] or [Fire Magic]. Merely having a skill in the latter category does not mean that you can use any skill that it might fall under of course, but rather that you can use it at a basic level and that, if condition are right, you can learn how to use more advanced techniques in that vein. As to how to obtain them...

Well, some require luck, some require hard work, and some a mixture of both. Have fun exploring the possibilities!

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I do believe that should be everything that I need to present to start? Honestly, this RP idea was spun up on impulse and I'm going to be running things fast and loose. Questions, concerns, or whatever else can be asked below, as usual. Here's a form for those who want to get started on some unapologetic isekai trash prep.

Everyone's entitled to some junk food every now and then, right?

Oh, right, before I forget: I'd ideally like to update once a week minimum, but I am okay with people going for super quick cycles (and participating in them myself). If you don't appear for a week, expect life to go on without you.

Form

• Name: Use whatever here, honestly. Taking up a new name? Standing by the one your parents gave you? Live life as you see fit; it's a second chance, after all.
• Age: You can split it into physical and mental or just use one if you want. Please be clear, though.
• Gender: In the here and now. If you know, you know.
• Race: Classic fantasy triage? Sure. Something custom? Run it by me first and we'll talk.
• Appearance: Text, images, what have you.
• Personality: Self-explanatory.
• History: Also self-explanatory.
• Level: Your level. You'll gain levels at my discretion, based on things accomplished or otherwise.
• Stats: You start with 1 point in each stat at default and can allocate up to five to start. Three points a level, but if I'm going to be honest, stats are going to be more like guidelines than hard values to calculate against for the sake of the story.
  
  • STR: Self-explanatory. More STR, hit harder.
  • DEX: Accuracy. Higher levels of DEX allows for you to hit smaller targets, be more likely to hit stuff, and be able to land things from further away.
  • MAG: Also self-explanatory. Higher MAG increases your mana capacity and ability to fire out more/stronger spells.
  • DEF: Physical defense. The higher your DEF, the more punches you can take.
  • RES: Magical defense. The higher your RES, the more fireballs to the face you can take.
  • AGI: Speed. The higher your AGI, the faster you can go. There are diminishing returns the more you invest in this, so be wary.
  • LCK: Luck. The bullshit stat, which will impact the chances of things going your way. As with AGI, there are diminishing returns the more you invest in this, so be wary about trying to lean too hard into this. Luck won't save you from a skilled opponent, and even the luckiest people can have a bad day.
• Skills: You get ONE starter skill. No, it's not a cheat, and yes, I will be vetting these.
  
  • Skill Name:
  • Skill Description:
• Other: Anything else of note? Put it here.

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Aventon — Eastern Fields

The echoing wail that Fran had let loose did indeed stop the cows in their tracks, but though the fear that had stopped them in their tracks stopped the rampage, it could not stop their momentum. What had once been a stampede quickly turend into a multi-cow pileup, with multiple heifers crashing and colliding with one another as they ground to a halt. Needless to say, it was certainly a sight to witness for any of the farmhands who still had their wits about them.

The very same action that had stopped the cows had, of course, stopped everything else in the process. Though Rayne was able to weather the storm, everyone around her had not been so lucky. Most of the people who had been running about trying to get the smaller animals back towards somewhere manageable looked as if they were frozen still, their joints locked in place as they struggled to overwhelm the sudden fear striking at their very core. The animals fared no better, and a few seemed to fall over just as the cows had. That did provide a moment to gather them up all the same, though—provided people could get moving and transport them elsewhere before clarity returned to their minds and led to an even bigger freakout than before.

Those nearest the wall—or, in other words, those who Rayne had immediately rushed to assuage the fears of—almost instantly readied themselves for combat as soon as they regained their senses. Their ears hadn't quite recovered from the shriek, but the young woman's gestures and the way she seemed to be more concerned about them than fighting whoever had caused the issue seemed to at least give them reason to slowly return to what they were doing before.

Hopefully it didn't take too long for their hearing to return.

@DracoLunaris@Rezod92