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Blades of the Shogun - The Island of Screams

@ShovelKnight

Thinking on an Archer maybe. Although samurai is pretty attractive too.

I have some very good monk pics, but they're all 'combat' monks, like Shaolin & etc.

Edit: cellphone butchering my phrases... As always

Blades of the Shogun - The Island of Screams

O____O Loved this one!

Can I still join? XD

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

Ehri Khan

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As Ehri stood on the room she was given, sitting down as she carefully unstrung her bow and oiled her khopesh with Isa comfortably lying down near her and Misha perching on a chair near her. It was a bit awkward when she got in with her pets and she surely attracted a lot of stares, which most weren't happy, but nothing could be done regarding that as both Misha and Isa refused to get away from Ehri.
She was still a bit anxious even after successfully completing the first mission. It could have gone better, way better. Ehri was used to working alone and most of the times she found other newcomers getting in front of her or her pets. Due to many factors, which amongst of those were the fact that she was from the Old Blood clan and the fact that she had two dangerous beasts with her, not many of the other recruits trusted her, which made working in a team even more problematic. Ehri herself was already used in working with Isa and Misha, whom she didn't need to say even a word or a small command to be understood. She knew she still had to learn much about working as a team as many times she saw herself expecting others to understanding how she would act even without saying anything... but she hoped she would be able to adapt herself to that.

One of the main reasons why she choose to join the Bloodrose Irregulars was because it would be much easier to get jobs and earn a bit more. Sure, she could simply live off the wilds, but money was a necessity. Especially nowadays... Things weren't like they were anymore. The Old Blood Clan was no more and all the survivors were living with the Grand Empire. She had to adapt herself to their way of life, or perish alone. And adapting themselves was something the Old Blood Clan was known for. She had no choice but to learn and adapt at everything the world sent her way, just like her ancestors done in order to live in the dangerous and deadly mountains.

Interrupting her thoughts, a sharp and loud whistle echoed through the room, indicating she was being called. While she disliked being treated like that and found it incredibly disrespectful, she had no choice but to be quiet and silently go. She needed to get on the Bloodrose Irregulars for many reasons...

Sheathing her khopesh and putting the string on her bow again, carefully leaving them near the chair Misha was perched upon, she headed towards the door.

"Calm down, Isa. Ehri mentally said to Isa. The female dire wolf had a very strong personality. She always did. As she greatly valued Ehri, treating her like a member of her pack, she was quick to show hostility towards those whom she didn't like or trust. She was mainly the reason why people often stood away from Ehri. Misha on the other hand, was much more tranquil and quiet.

Turning its head towards Ehri, Isa got up, walking ahead and standing near the door with an imposing posture. She clearly wanted herself to be noticed and wanted to be sure everyone knew that they shouldn't mess with them. Ehri couldn't help but chuckle at Isa's reaction as Misha simply flew towards Ehri, perching itself on the thick path of fur near Ehri's neck. It's sharp cry towards Isa had a clear tone of disapproval.

"Ok, you two. Calm down. You know we need to get in the Irregulars. You guys being inside is already good enough." Ehri thought to them before opening the door, standing just in front of it. Her strong presence and imposing posture, especially due to the large animals clearly shown that she could be relied upon and knew exactly how to take care of herself.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Lila Moriarty

^{@Rai @13org}

Lila had never felt that before, but this time, she choose to not fight against it. She wanted to feel his skin touch hers. She wanted to be together with him. As their lips touched once more, Lila felt a wave of pleasure running down her spine. She had never felt those feelings before, but it was almost like not only her mind, but her body wanted Anui. She was his and he was hers, just hers and for no one else. Doing exactly as Anui instructed, she placed her hand on the grass, pressing on the tree's trunk afterwards, leaving a red mark right beside his. Her hand seemed to be so small and delicate besides his... Almost like if it was reminding her how different they were, but yet. they were there, together.

When Anui said it would be his first time as well, the fire that was already burning inside her began to get even hotter. Every time his lips touched her skin, it was like it ignited her on fire. Every gentle touch every caress made her shiver with pleasure. Laying under a bed made only by their own clothes, she finally gave in to the temptation. Every time their skin touched, she felt her mind becoming hazy. Waves of pleasure making it impossible for her to think straight. On that moment, only instinct was driving her forward. There was no reason to repress her feelings anymore. She wanted Anui just for her and to no one else. His smile, his kindness, his love... At that moment, Anui would realize that there was yet another side of Lila that he was the first one to see...

After both of them were satisfied, Lila peacefully rested on Anui's shoulders, laying down on the makeshift bed made of clothes over the grass together with her loved one. Hugging him tightly, it was almost like if she was afraid that he would run away as she gently rested her cheek over the black wing marking on his shoulder, next to many other markings of her fangs on his shoulders and neck, together with red streaks made by her nails on his immaculately white skin.

An assassin, a weapon, a girl and now... a woman. Who could say that someone who had taken so many lives could ever have such innocent, happy smile on her face as she slept...

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Sophia

^{@Rai @13org}

Sophia's eyes scanned the room, looking at every single King and Queen after she said her last phrase. She was the Keeper of Knowledge and she wouldn't abandon her duty. She knew there were many things that could turn the world they knew upside down if the descended ever laid their eyes upon and she would not let the descended destroy themselves with their endless greed.

Although everyone agreed with what he said before, the reactions were mixed now. She didn't mind those who were such as Magnixx, whom clearly didn't respect her like the others did. She never wanted to be adored. Honestly, she didn't care if Magnixx liked her, approved her or not. As long as he didn't try to mess with things he shouldn't, everything was ok. But the one that was really concerning Sophia wasn't Magnixx, but instead, Tydra who scoffed at Sophia's warning. She was a member of the Magoi. While some magoi indeed loved and respected knowledge, there were some who acted only out of greed, trying to obtain knowledge not caring about the price or consequence. Looking at Tydra with a piercing look, Sophia made sure to let her know that she was serious when she said that warning.

But when Vrondi said that the seer had arrived, Sophia's expression changed almost immediately. She loved knowledge, so it wasn't a surprise she was excited to learn something new. As the tall seer entered the room, Sophia couldn't help but smile kindly to the woman as she saw her, looking at her expectantly. Unlike the others, she wasn't that surprised with her size or her beauty. While both couldn't be denied, what Sophia was interested was on the secrets she would reveal to her.

As Vrondi divided himself again, one going with the knight, Sir Garret, who escorted the seer and the other one stood behind, Sophia couldn't help but to notice how affectionately Vrondi was looking and talking with the seer. Did they know themselves?

While Sophia wasn't going to say more than the necessary because she didn't want to interrupt Vrondi and the Seer, as she herself was curious about their relationship, she made sure to discreetly greet the seer with a nod and a warm smile as she waved her hand in a discreet movement. If possible, she would like to talk with that woman in particular before she revealed anything. She wanted to be sure that the Seer knew the weight and responsibility she had to carry thanks to her power.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Henri respected Leith, he always had a cool head, but still he didn't know very well if Leith could really say anything regarding that. Sure, he knew the other students and professors for much longer than Henri, but he wasn't feeling on his skin what Henri was. Despite disagreeing with some things that he said, there was a point that Leith seemed to agree with him. Tyrael was a threat. Henri wasn't comfortable around him. Not even one bit...

But before Henri could say anything more, Leith was quick to leave things on Ssarak's hands, claiming he was a better mediator. Henri didn't know Ssarak that well, but since Leith recommended him and say he would mediate things better than he could, it was worth a shot.

"Sorry for all this, Helena. And thanks..." Henri said with a honest smile to the girl before he turned to Ssarak again.

Carefully hearing Ssarak's words, he raised an eyebrow when he mentioned about the Shapeshifter. Sure, someone who could change forms at will was rather annoying... Especially because it could potentially disguise itself as one of the other students and most would have a hard time differentiating it from the real one.

"Yes. Don't think I haven't heard what you guys said about the Shapeshifter that are after us. I am aware of that fact." Henri said.

After Ssarak gave a quick word to Helena, saying he wouldn't take long, he started speaking to Henri telepathically.
"I can see your point, and yes. There are only a few individuals I can say I know 'well'. Regardless, I don't think there is a valid reason for someone like Tyrael to threaten my life like that without reason or for many others not giving me an ounce of respect." Henri said.

"Don't they know how to act like civilized beings? Is it too much to ask to be treated fairly? I don't believe its... polite to interrupt one's conversation in a rather rude manner, without even being asked anything. Or even trying to kick someone, don't you think?" Henri said, rolling his eyes, obviously irritated.

"But I will let you talk. I am rather curious about what will you say. Also, I've heard about the attack. Only rumors though. Hard to say what is only exaggeration and what really happened." Henri replied. He couldn't help but to wonder. What that had to do with the situation at hand?

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

Lila Moriarty

^{@Rai @13org}

Lila couldn't help but let out a tender and warm smile as she heard Anui's words. Honestly, she didn't know how it was possible for a person that knew her only for a couple of hours to know her so much, to understand her so well... Even in that chaotic state she was, Anui's words cut through the thick, ice wall that she built around her heart for so many years with ease. She was well aware of her naivety and inexperience regarding emotions and relationships... But that would only make it harder to understand her... Even with all that...

Lila opened her mouth but before she said anything, Anui gently took her hand on his. His touch so gentle, his skin so soft... She didn't know exactly what those feelings meant, but the spot where his skin touched hers felt like it was on fire. Letting Anui lead her out of the boat, to where the tree was, Lila heard his words. Albeit serious and impactful, they also were kind and filled with love.

"Q-queen...?" She muttered to herself, a bit scared. That word was strange to her. She was never allowed to meet royalty... But if that meant that she could stay together with Anui... Then it would be worth it. She most certainly would need help regarding a lot of things but she had already spilled too much Nayu blood... It was time for her to do something to make up for that.

As he bit his own bare hand, Lila did the same to hers as he took her own hand to her mouth. Although she didn't knew anything about Nayu customs, she could feel by his expression, his heartbeats and the atmosphere that it was indeed something serious. A bond that would never be broken.

It was the first time she was opening herself like that to someone. It was the first time she was feeling someone touch her and look at her like that. As she tasted his blood, she could see, and feel, how much he cared for her. His blood... Was unlike any other she had ever drank before. Love. Albeit she didn't know exactly what love was, she supposed it tasted and felt like that.

Lila felt, through his blood, his memories. How he was groomed, trained and indoctrinated to be a Nero elite, but never let that suffocate his curiosity. Reading about other places, cultures, traditions... How much he knew about Nero's history and old traditions... And now, she could feel his desire to change things. To change Nero and the Nayu for the better.

When his lips touched hers, she could feel her skin burning. His blood running down her throat with a hot sensation. It was almost like her entire body was in flames. It felt weird but... incredibly good. A wave of burning desire and passion ran through her body as she kissed him. Lila's once pale skin was now as red as her hair.

"And if you carried my child. None could protest your right to be by my side." Anui said, whispering in her ears.

Hearing those words, Lila immediately felt her legs loosing strength, blushing incredibly hard as she kneeled on the soft grass, under the tree. It was almost funny on how Anui seemed to have a talent to make her feel like that. An assassin, who had the blood of many on her hands, embarrassed and completely vulnerable like that.
Albeit she was a bit scared when he said about 'baby', as she was incredibly naïve on that matter, she wasn't able to hide her desire anymore. His blood ran through her throat like a path of fire. His memories, his feelings and above everything else, his own desire mixing with hers.

"...I..." Lila opened her mouth, trying to say something without success. Anui could clearly see her face, incredibly red and feel how hot her skin was right now, her intense stare and her hot breath. At that moment, Lila wasn't' the weapon or the assassin many knew her. She was just a girl in front of the one she loved. As soft and delicate as a flower.

"It's my first time..." Lila muttered, almost whispering, blushing heavily as she looked away and simply let her body fall on the soft grass under them, embarrassed. He could feel the nervousness in her voice, but she also could feel the burning desire in her eyes in response to his touch, his voice and his very own desire.

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Sophia

^{@Rai @13org}

Sophia simply stood there, with a smile on her face. She was genuinely satisfied by where that conversation was going despite a few who didn't seem to like the idea of unification that much. But as much as he wanted to speak, to try to make that possible outcome became reality, and not just a mere possibility, she swore to not interfere with those matters. She wouldn't nor she had any right to. She was to them, nothing but a guide, a teacher... or even how she liked to think regarding some... maybe even a mother.

But despite how powerful and knowledgeable Sophia was, she wasn't perfect. There were some things that she didn't know and she wasn't able to contain her excitement at that moment. Even with an almost unparalleled amount of knowledge, she was still excited upon the possibility of learning something new. Even to her, there were some details of history regarding the ancient gods and other things like the Dragon God that were shrouded in mystery.

As Vrondi continued to speak about how powerful Nuxta would be, Sophia heard silently, absorbing every single word he said. Even though he was an enemy, Nuxta held so much knowledge... So much ancient knowledge that was lost through the ages...

"Your destiny is yours to weave as you see fit. Your actions, your choices, your knowledge. There is a reason why I swore to not actively interfere with the descended unless it's absolutely necessary. There is a power that every descended holds. The power of choice. The power to change fate and destiny by their own actions. Not even Nuxta can take that away from you." Sophia said, with a comforting smile.

"I may be powerful and hold vast amounts of knowledge, including about the ancient gods and even how the planet itself was once whole but it has been rendered to only house the one land mass we currently live on, but there are certain details that are hazy. Certain fragments of the history that are almost like they are surrounded by a thick fog." Sophia said, looking to them.

"While the answer to the current situation is on these 'fragments'... I also need to warn you... Be careful on what you lay your eyes upon... There are things that the descended are not yet ready to learn..." Sophia said, now with a serious and a bit darker expression.

"Certain things... are best to remain hidden from the eyes of the world. Lest you wish to see it plunged in chaos... Like it already happened once." She completed, her eyes distant, almost like if she was remembering something from a very, very distant past.

The Five Senses

Karina Frost

Illuminated only by the eerie light the jade candles provided, Karina had a hard time sleeping that night. With so many things passing through her mind, she could only sleep after a long while she spent thinking about all that. Things were really getting out of hand really fast. But it would the day that would come would prove to be much worse than Karina had thought.

Waking up to a dark sky and a weird, green sun and heavy storm clouds, the atmosphere had changed drastically in just a few hours. The Distortion began...

Discreetly looking outside, being careful for her silhouette to not be seen on the window. Screams, laughter, crying, people strangling and killing each other on the street like savage animals. Madness was everywhere. The entire town was already in shambles. Chaos everywhere. Other than the blood and madness, there was another thing worth noting. The docks were engulfed with strange, black flames. Probably another effect of the Distortion. The cult didn't want anyone leaving.

Karina was speechless as how bad things were. It was way worse than what she had previously thought. Much, much worse.
But she wouldn't have much longer to think about what to do. Loud thumps coming from another door and then an explosion alerted Karina. It was coming from another door near hers. There was no time to think. Unsheathing her rapier and quickly strapping on her waist, she hurriedly, but silently got the small courier bag, putting it on her back as she silently opened the door just a tiny bit, just enough to see if there were anyone outside or if they still were too busy in the other room, where the explosion happened. Luckily enough, it appeared to be just the case. But they wouldn't be busy for much longer...

Karina was by no means incompetent. She was a real threat in a fight with her agile movements, her rapier and her powerful magic, but she wasn't dumb. She knew it would be very unlikely to get out of there by herself. Her only option, once again, was to trust the other people she met the other day. Those who heard that Gin said.

"Damn..." She silently cursed when she realized that the explosion probably came from one of the rooms where one of said 'companions' were.

Opening the door just a bit more to avoid making any noise, she got out of the room with agile and dexterous movements, running towards where the explosion happened with her rapier on her hand. Thanks to her natural resistance to cold, that meant she could use her magic with a bit more freedom than others. Little did she know, but that very same trait would prove to be invaluable on for what she would have to face...

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Bast Ragoczy

Image. That was certainly something the Caldeyron surely appreciated. Dark, sinister, decorated with many paintings of ruthless and brutal warriors, some naked, covered only in blood with a feral expression on their faces, some wearing thick and intimidating armors. All of them, surrounded by corpses. But the 'unique' style of decoration wasn't the only thing worth noting. The castle was unusually empty. The weird feeling of danger was still there. Even though Bast himself was unfazed by it, he still was alert. After all, he wasn't amongst allies. Well... at least not yet...

As they got out of the castle, the unsettling emptiness of the castle quickly disappeared as they encountered themselves in a shining and bustling city. Despite some warriors wearing strange dark armors patrolling around, the entire city had an air of decadence and hedonism to it. Most of the citizens Bast saw were women. Almost all of them wearing refined and beautiful dresses, makeup and jewelry. For Bast, it was a welcome change to the dark and empty Caldeyron castle. Surrounded by very high walls, the words 'blood' and 'pleasure' seemed to define it incredibly well.

After one of the women who were passing by greeted Joshua, displaying not only good manners, but a thick makeup and an even thicker perfume, Joshua led him to a place behind the castle, which upon looking at it from the outside, was really fitting to be the lair of a litch, vampire or a warlock.

Greeted with the sound of weapons, steel hitting steel and agonizing screams of pain, Bast arrived on a place that seemed to be a coliseum of some sorts.

"There she is, my sister. A figure every Varjan should aspire to be." Joshua said, pointing towards a figure in a pitch black armor, holding a bloodied mace. It was exactly how anyone would wonder the ruler of such castle would be.

After a rather... unsightly display of her mauling a woman's head until it was a bloody pulp, in what appeared to be a trial by combat, Joshua finally introduced his sister.

"Good at insulting, huh?"
"Go ahead, Mister Bast. Show me your insulting skills. Insult me the best you can." The queen said, dropping her mace and approaching Bast. He didn't know if she was really that tall or if it was thanks to her suit of armor, but other than that, her figure really sparked his interest as he let out a malicious grin.

"Oh, don't mistake me for an impolite, rude man. I'm a gentleman. It would be improper to insult a lady. Besides that... I merely speak what I see. Those weren't insults, but simply statements." Bast said, tapping his fingers on his cane.

"Now... If those words can be used to describe you as well... is something we'll have to see. I do expect though that you will turn out to be a better company than your simplistic brother." Bast said, with a malicious smirk towards Joshua.

"A queen fitting of it's castle." Bast said, looking to her.
"As I said to your brother, I can appreciate someone who knows the power their images can exert over others." he continued.

"I'm Bast Ragoczy. I believe your brother already told you something about me. He was the one that called me here after all." he said, with a smirk towards Joshua.

"Before anything else, would you give me the pleasure of seeing your face and knowing your name? I can't help but feel a bit... distant talking with someone behind a thick suit of armor." Bast continued.

"What do I want is probably the question you are making to yourself right now. To that, there is not a simple answer. Secrets? Entertainment? Maybe just to talk...? Who knows... But for now, I would greatly appreciate if we could perhaps just sit down and talk a bit. I wish to know a bit better who are the ones who summoned me here." Bast completed, carefully inspecting the queen's reaction.

@PaulHaynek

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Freyr

As Freyr heard the old nun's words, he couldn't help but mentally agree with some of what she was saying. He didn't know exactly how many years old the nun was, but he knew that humans didn't live as long as other races, including the Viera. She was probably already on the end of her life...

"I... Going to Varjo... probably isn't the best thing to do... But I can respect your decision." Freyr said, still unsure on how to say all that.

"As both Magnus and myself said before... Varjo isn't a kind place... Your kind words and good intentions will probably fall on deaf ears on that land soaked with blood and violence..." Freyr continued, with a serious voice.

"Your dedication to your god is indeed admirable. But dying in a strange land, surrounded by strange people isn't a good way to go... I don't know how things will go, but if you really won't change your mind, the least I can do is try to bring you back home safely..." Freyr said, looking towards the old nun and then to Magnus, silently asking his opinion on the matter.

The old nun was indeed a good soul. Her words and her smile when she talked were filled with good intentions. Freyr could clearly feel that. On a world were most humans were blinded by greed and their own bloodlust, that old nun, already on the end of her life, was something that made Freyr a bit relieved and refreshed. He wanted to at least try to protect her. After so much good that she probably had already done, it was the least she deserved.

@PaulHaynek@The Irish Tree

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

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One Night in Hell Club → Exiting.

Day 2 (Arc 2): Around 9pm

It was obvious that Rich was confused, not only about what she was thinking, but maybe in shock about the whole situation as well. Normally, she wouldn't let go of her prey that easily, but truth be told... She had taken a liking to Rich. His Vis was simply delectable and his reactions... a perfect mix between fear and pleasure made Corinna even more curious about his 'tastes'...

Corinna couldn't help but let out a mischievous smile when Rich wrote his phone number on a faded receipt with an unsteady hand. She could feel his eyes, carefully studying her expression, her reaction... Waiting to see if he had said the correct answer. But just like she had promised, this time, there were no strings attached.

"Delightful." Corinna said, whispering as she swiftly got the faded receipt with her long, sharp fingers.

"Your tastes are... interesting. I will keep my eye on you." Corinna said, referring how he was apparently willing to see her again, even after such... 'experience'. Even carrying him, Corinna was moving herself with an almost... inhumane grace and dexterity. Avoiding most of the other confused and wounded people and the rubble from the explosion as she swiftly walked through the nightclub.

But before she could get to the exit, she heard a female voice shouting, followed by a psychic message, which didn't seem to be aggressive, so Corinna simply dismissed it as nothing.

"I'm a healer! But I don't have enough Vis to heal everybody. Anybody with some Vis to spare, or who is wounded, would you mind accepting my psychic invitation?" the strange woman said.

"A healer?" Corinna thought to herself. It would be best if she left Rich with her. At least for now. He wasn't that wounded... Well... At least he wouldn't die just due to the wounds Corinna caused herself... But he was indeed exhausted, especially after Corinna sucked that much Vis from him. At least he would be safe outside. He would probably need only a small rest before he was ok again.

"You'll only need to rest a bit. You won't die, don't worry. I'll take you outside." Corinna said as they got near the entrance. Although it was rather hard to walk through it due to the number of panicked people trying to get out, Corinna was able to swiftly go through the confusion.

As she got out of the club with Rich, her image almost didn't seem to make part of the scene. Amongst other panicked people, many wounded or dirty due to the explosion, Corinna was not only unscathed, but her vibrant, provocative red dress was exactly the same way it was when she came in the club. Saving for a few... darker spots which seemed awfully familiar to blood.

Right outside, starting to tend to the wounded, Corinna and Rich would meet a red haired young woman. Apparently, she was the owner of both the voice that shouted a while back and possibly the mental message as well. But she was already tending to so many people that Corinna simply choose to not go to her. After all, Rich wasn't that wounded. Weak and exhausted, yes, but not dying.

"You can walk, can't you, my dear Rich?" Corinna asked, putting Rich down.

"Rest well, my little prey... I will call you." Corinna said, with a mischievous smile before she started walking away. A lone figure getting out of the destroyed nightclub, completely unscathed and untouched by the debris. Her red dress as vibrant and beautiful as it was when she came in.

@May

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

@The 42nd Gecko

By 'defense', surely you don't mean only physical one, right? But emotional as well?

mischievous smirk That could be interesting lol.