13org

The Five Senses

Fine for me with skipping ahead. I was thinking of having Karina to go to the military forward camp from the military of touch. It would be the obvious choice for her (and safest place for now. Besides, she NEEDS to report everything that she saw and discovered)

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

Will have mine done tomorrow! :-)

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

@Hekazu

She has contacts. It shouldn't be that difficult for her to get into higher levels (she sometimes has to go there for jobs & etc.)

I believe it would be doable.

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

---

^{@Jollan @Rai @Brithwyr @drewccapp @Lotrix Molick}

---

"Oh, so her name is Siiga? Good to know..." Nailah said, waving to Siiga after Lynn introduced her. Nailah could feel Lynn was embarrassed, but that very fact, her sheepish smile and her looking down and fidgeting her fingers as Nailah spoke only made her even more adorable.

"The cutie over there is Bonnie, right? Hello, pleased to meet you!" Nailah said, with a kind smile looking to Bonnie

The new arrivals were also interesting themselves, but Nailah couldn't help but raise an eyebrow when the first thing Aeden said after Nailah introduced herself was asking if Lynn was ok. His dragonling also seemed to be awfully direct with his questions.

"Not everyone. She just looks so adorable that I couldn't help myself. Your words hurt though, Aeden." Nailah said, looking to him with a piercing stare for a brief moment before going back to normal as the mixed blood tyro replied to her question.

"Talise! I knew you had a bit of Lassa blood!" Nailah said, with a kind smile to the tyro mixed blood after she introduced herself. Without any doubt, she was much more pleasant than Aeden. Nailah had no previous experience with the Magoi, but the mention of that name made her raise an eyebrow.

"I am a mixed blood myself. Half dragon. Not something really helpful if you lived in Fotia though... Ironic, right? Tyro and Dragon blood..." Nailah said, with a chuckle.

"Oh, don't ask me about my parents. I don't have the slightest clue about who they were." she said, shrugging, treating it as it was nothing important.

Before Nailah could say anything more though, an explosion and sounds of battle interrupted the group's brief meeting. Aeden was the first to run towards it without even looking back after asking Nyph about the direction.

"I don't think I like him that much..." Nailah said with a piercing gaze towards Aeden after he turned back and ran towards the sounds of battle.

Turning to Lynn, whom Nailah had already let go, she let out a kind smile.
"I'm sorry for being so sudden, my dear, but you simply were so cute I couldn't help myself!" Nailah said, with a giggle to calm down the girl.

"You shouldn't be so shy though! It's not like it wasn't comfortable, right? Also... There's nothing wrong in sharing some affection. People are just so cold, distant and hostile nowadays..." Nailah said, with a smirk, teasing her before turning to Allard, who had just finished explaining what did Lynn and the others miss regarding the gigantic plants & etc.

"I guess we indeed should see what's happening..." Nailah said, rolling her eyes after hearing Allard, calmly walking towards where the sound came from.

Arriving on time to see the ending of the fight between Dremmick and a weird, pompous noble guy who was escorted by a number of knights. Differently from Aeden, who rushed and put his nose where he wasn't called, instead of doing anything, Nailah simply watched, seeing what it would happen.

Despite Dremmick's state, it seemed like he was the victor at the end, even though the noble walked out of the confront almost unscathed. While Nailah didn't know why they were fighting, it was clear that the noble guy would have what he want be it one way or another, seeing how he left escorted by his knights.

Whoever that Aeden was, Nailah didn't like him one bit... He acted too high and mighty for someone who had just arrived... For the first time since she met Dremmick, she agreed with something he had said about Aeden being a high and mighty seraph. Needless to say, she also hated that noble knight whom Dremmick was fighting against the second she put her eyes upon him.

"I'm surprised! For the first time since I met him, I can agree with something Dremmick said!" Nailah said, finally stepping in, walking towards Aeden and Dremmick. Neither of them were able to sense her presence before she announced herself though.

"Hm... I wonder if it was the irony or the surprise after hearing that I agreed with him that made him pass out..." she said after Dremmick fell unconscious, poking his cheek with her claw.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

&

Faeril Ashkevron

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

---

^{@LadyRunic@13org}

---

Faeril considered the countertop, a finger tracing the whorls upon the wood as she considered the image she had seen in the web. If he belonged to the Queen he would a useful addition. If not? Then he was a threat and she would dispose of him, but led to another question. Did she have enough power to do so? To do as he asked she would put a strain upon the Red Jewel, but to fight him she would default to her Blood Opal. A jewel that was dark even for it's rank. "Rumors that have slipped into Kaeleer? They flatter my family to remember us so." She did not think the people in the Shadow Realm would recall the Askavi Black Widows and the family that had always held one of that caste. Faeril in truth was flattered. While they may not recall the name, they knew the area. A blessing and curse. "Rather you mistake me for my family name, while I am indeed a Black Widow I will not say my skills are so... reaching." Faeril saw no reason to deny what she was nor get the man's hopes up. Her wings rustling behind her as she tucked them closer to her elegant frame. Listening to his request, she considered what he was asking for. He was trying to run from something and a messy youngster had fumbled the job apparently. Amateurs.

To be fair it wasn't exactly a easy thing to do especially if the person was close to those memories, which intrigued the Eyrien woman further. An assassin trying to purge what was close to him? Who would not be curious? Her blue eyes that had thawed a bit studied the man carefully. "You will pay for my services that is certain," The woman agreed, though she doubted the man would know what she would ask of him. He would serve either her ends or join the Court. For that could be the only reason Fatima had been foolish enough to let him into the eyrie. "But it is not best to do this sort of work in a kitchen that can be disturbed. Come." The elegant woman stood, striding towards the archway that led to the curving main hall that would end with her work room, the one she used in general for her healing. Turning her head to make sure he was following the Black Widow continued. "I am skilled, this is true. But I would advise you this. I will do all that I can do in your best interest." And in the interest of Fatima and her Court. "Can you accept that? This task may require many sessions over the course of time."

Mikhail heard as the woman said he mistook her for her family name, admitting her skills weren't as 'reaching' as he had described. Even if those news had shaken Mikhail, he showed no reaction, simply nodding as the woman continued explaining. She was the last clue he had about someone who could help kill the last remains of his 'previous life'. As Mikhail's eyes met with the woman's, once more, he felt that he should be careful around her. Her eyes were... surprisingly similar to his. Cold eyes that saw everything, analyzed everything even in it's smallest details. Despite that, he could see something different... Almost like a sliver of curiosity on her stare? Mikhail was accustomed in reading others, but that woman was almost impossible to read... Indeed, she was really similar to him in certain aspects... Something that made her dangerous.

As the woman mentioned about payment, Mikhail was almost grabbing the pouch of gold coins he had brought with him, almost the size of an adult's fist, but he stopped when she said for him to follow her. Following the woman to her room, Mikhail simply waited for her words. Mikhail was relieved to hear that she was going to try. It would take multiple sessions over the course of time.

"I... understand." Mikhail said, nodding.
"I am prepared for this." he said, agreeing with the woman.

"Although I should add that there is a possibility that my presence here might cause some problems to you. It's impossible to erase my tracks while staying on the same city and frequenting the same location so often..." Mikhail added, looking to the woman's eyes.

"That is precisely why I said that anonymity is essential and that I needed someone I can trust. I know very well how powerful a Black Widow is and I know what they're capable of. By allowing one to touch my mind, she would have the perfect opportunity to deal with me for good. That or be used by others who want me dead..." Mikhail said, his tone of voice making clear how serious the situation was.

"Any incident that might be caused by my presence, will be dealt with swiftly. As long as I am your patient, I can guarantee your safety." Mikhail finished, looking at the woman, awaiting for further instructions regarding how the sessions would work.

"I can find inns for me to stay, but they might be far from one another or far from this location. That said, I would like to know when I should come here, in order to not make the same mistake of coming too early." Mikhail added, waiting for the woman's answer.

Faeril led the Warlord to the room she used for her work. It was made for comfort, with a large bed, couch and a long bench that stood to a man's waist. The walls were lined with cupboards and cabinets, and if one were to open them they would find a small horde of supplies for healing the body, mind and even comforts for the soul. Faeril was well practiced at her job and thorough. Mikhail's prattle as she had led him through the winding hall had attracted the attention of a bleary eyed Denar. The large Warlord Prince tensing at the sight of a unknown male, til a sharp look from the Healer-Black Widow halted the man from rising to that killing edge the Warlord Princes were known for. Deciding it was best to distract both men from each other before the pissing contests agian, the woman gestured with a nod towards their front door. "Someone is at the door and Fatima is dealing with it. Perhaps she requires assistance?" A satisfied look came into her eyes as she practically gave Mikhail a shove into her Healer's workroom when Denar's face took on that peculiar expression of a Warlord Prince scenting a situation he didn't like. A Queen entertaining unknown guests in this dangerous time was chief on that list.

Making sure the man stormed off in the correct direction, Faeril gave a sigh as she shut the door with a finality. Turning her gaze upon the assassin, she quirked a brow as she gestured that he should take a seat somewhere. A rich laugh rolling from her tired form when the man suggested he could add extra protection. Males. Always wanting to defend and protect. "There are three Warlord Princes in this house. One belonging to the Queen, two to myself by bonds of familiarity. One Warlord who would gladly sit you down and explain to you that half the men in Aren would be up here upon the fastest Wind-" The woman referenced the fast traveling rivers of power the Blood could ride to move over a great distance of many leagues quick. "- ready to spill blood. Not to mention I wear the Red. Black Widows have been outlawed, yet all I am to these people- aside from the ones in my home- is a mere Healer. Thus a benefit many cannot do without. Rare is the well trained Healer now a day." Witch was struggling against witch and rivals were stopped by not being taught all of their Craft as well as they should have been. A sad fact for the once proud Blood. "Sit. So we might begin." She trusted Gen and his brothers to keep Fatima from destroying her anonymity, which was saying a lot. Though the threat was clear to Mikhail of the protections that surrounded Faeril's eryie, the woman did smile softly at him. A reassuring smile that offered comfort.

As Mikhail followed the woman to a comfortable room that she probably used to treat her patients, especially due to the large bed/couch and bench. Everything in that room seemed to inspire comfort and calm. Probably a good idea when treating warlords.

Unfortunately, it was then that Mikhail met with another of her patients, a male warlord that obviously tensed up after seeing Mikhail, but was dismissed with a sharp stare from the Black Widow and some quick words about Fatima being at the door. That and the fact that she shoved Mikhail inside the room had potentially prevented any issue from rising due to both males meeting each other.

Sitting down on the couch per the woman's request, he heard as she laughed when he said he could protect her, proceeding to explain that there was not only three warlords princes on that house but also that upon the slightest mention of trouble, half of the men would come running to help her.

"I see..." Mikhail said, looking to the woman and thinking about what she had just said. Even though the smile the woman gave was somewhat comforting, Mikhail still felt the need to think about that situation a bit. While it was somewhat worrying that there were three more warlords princes on that house, if she had the same degree of control that she displayed with the one Mikhail met a few moments ago, then everything should be ok. Assuming she kept secret regarding Mikhail's identity.(edited)
"Even though I had already suspected you had enough protection, It would be rude to not offer the same, seeing that there is a possibility that people will come here after me. I may be an assassin, but I do not let innocent bystanders get involved on my business or my problems." Mikhail said, nodding to the woman.

"I entrust my mind to you." Mikhail said, with a serious but solemn expression as he closed his eyes, waiting for the woman to begin the treatment. He sincerely hoped that trusting her like that wouldn't be a mistake, but he had no other choice. The second she started to touch his mind, she would realize how dangerous Mikhail was.

Blood's Jewels (Closed)

Ashkevron Residence in Askavi

---

^{@LadyRunic@eclecticwitch}

---

Even though Mikhail already had a slight idea that Fatima wasn't the Black Widow, his suspicions turned out to be truth as soon as an unfamiliar, cold voice interrupted their conversation coming from a beautiful woman with black hair and an dangerous, cold aura to her. Despite that dangerous aura, it was apparent that she had just woken up due to her clothes and her hair.

As she looked to Mikhail with a pair of freezing blue eyes it became clear to Mikhail that he would have to thread very carefully. Somehow, he had no qualms about trusting Fatima, but that woman was an entirely different thing and yet, he would have to basically give her unrestricted access to his mind.

Her words to Fatima made it not only incredibly clear that she was the 'queen' of that house, but also that she held significant authority over the peaceful and cheerful woman. Chastising her for inviting Mikhail without her permission, she was quick to send Fatima to answer the door, promising to talk more with her about doing things without her permission later.

After dismissing Fatima, the woman turned her icy gaze to Mikhail once more, analyzing him before speaking. Mikhail's survival instinct was screaming for him to be on guard against that woman. He most certainly wasn't comfortable around her, especially without Fatima nearby to calm down his nerves.

"I apologize for arriving this early." Mikhail said, with a slight bow to the woman before answering her questions.

"Rumors about a powerful Black Widow who offers her services without asking questions about one's past. One that can erase an entire lifetime of memories, no matter how deep and strong they are, leaving absolutely nothing behind." Mikhail said, with a neutral expression and a serious tone, much more different from how he was speaking with Fatima earlier.

"I seek to get rid of fragmented memories from a life that isn't mine anymore." Mikhail said, without showing any emotion to the woman.

"Consequence from a failed attempt, these fragments now pierce my mind like thousand of needles. My wish is for them to be completely erased. They do not make sense to me as they do not belong to me... At least not anymore." Mikhail said, looking to the woman.

"I needed someone strong enough to erase these memories which other black widows weren't capable of erasing and at the same time someone whom I can trust my secrets." Mikhail said, looking directly to the woman's eyes. The way he was looking at her made it clear that the 'trust' he was referring to was something really serious.

"I've managed to save a decent amount of gold, but it it's still not enough to pay for your silence and your services, I can pay you with my services. I need only a name and basic information about the target." Mikhail said, carefully analyzing the woman's reactions.

Printed guns, melded metal - An experimental GM-less Cyberpunk RP

Nina

---

^@Hekazu

---

Nina could only chuckle as she heard Croaks talking that if he knew birthdays were so exciting, he would never have missed one, laughing as he heard her words.

"Oh, believe-me, I do seem to have a weird luck... My birthdays never go the way I planned...Something weird always happen..." she said, laughing.

Croaks was, surprisingly, a pretty good guy. Sure, he was one of the big boys of that gang, but he still was a guy with his head on his shoulders. Pretty amicable too. Nina didn't know exactly why, but he seemed to be... worried about her and her strategies to get information? He had commented a few times about her recklessness and was currently in the middle of a long lecture about taking risks & etc.
Nina couldn't help but laugh as she quietly listened to him. No matter how she looked at it, he looked more like a big brother or a paternal figure than a gangster at that moment.

"Okay, dad, I will behave, I promise..." Nina said, rolling her eyes as she listened to Croaks' lecture, laughing once more. She knew she took risks with Croaks and that gang, but they were calculated risks... For the most time... Sometimes...

"You make a surprisingly good paternal figure, did you know that?" she said, teasing him as she laughed.

In the blink of an eye though, he was looking much more like a gang member than before as he walked towards the biker, wanting to ask him some questions and soften up him a little to see if he would let something out. Nina could only sit down and appreciate the show he was putting. The biker was already terrified after having his two kneecaps busted after her kick and now when Croaks went nearby him, it looked almost like the man was about to piss himself.

Fortunately, the biker had more information to share. Even if it wasn't all that useful, it was still something.
According to his words, that 'Scarlett' worked to an organization called 'Fortress', experienced in stealth and a good fighter. Interestingly enough, she seemed to be treated pretty poorly by her boss too, 'dog like' by the biker's own words. But despite Croaks pressuring the man even more, when Nina heard he saying he could show them where to find her, she knew he didn't know anything more... That was a very old trick. Anyone who was used in dealing with information and interrogating others, knew best to lose their time and risk their safety letting a prisoner 'show them where to find X person'...

As soon as Croaks said for her to cover her ears, Nina did so, already knowing what was about to come. It wasn't clean neither quick, as Croaks didn't outright killed him, instead shooting him a few times in the chest, ribs, stomach and at last on his head. Definitely it wasn't the way Nina would do it, but it was already done, there was no use complaining now.

Looking at the mess that was the biker's corpse, Nina made a disgusted face after Croaks said he wouldn't like to be the one to clean that.
"Me neither... You made quite a mess, huh?" She asked, looking to him curiously. She still didn't know why he didn't simply shoot the man's head. It would be cleaner and quicker.

After that was done though, Croaks turned to her, asking if she wanted to go for a drink. After all, the information they got was very vague. It could still be useful, Nina had no doubts about that, especially the part about Scarlett being treated like a dog, but it would take some work and a good deal of luck.

"Sure. Some wine? Whiskey maybe? I wanted to go drink something a bit more fancy. It's my birthday after all..." she said, rolling her eyes on the last words. Really nice birthday she was having so far...

The Five Senses

@Pezz570

I like the idea about character development collabs. :-)

Ascension 3: A return to Chaos

---

^{@Jollan @Rai @Brithwyr @drewccapp @Lotrix Molick}

---

Finally things were starting to calm down. Not only the strange healing pulses were starting to stop but it seems that the fight also came to an halt after clearing that misunderstanding. Nailah could both see and hear the locals cursing the foreigners for bringing chaos to the city. In part, Nailah could understand. Even if they had brought good things to that small town, was it worth almost it's complete destruction?

Obviously, the locals weren't the only ones unhappy with the situation, as the scythe woman eagerly made them know how unsatisfied she was with a commentary. Nailah, in the other hand, simply waved to the scythe woman as she rolled her eyes, showing her claws with a mischievous expression and showing her tongue.

After both Galland and the scythe woman went to the inn, Nailah was finally free to continue hugging the cute Lynn...

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Nailah said after Lynn said she couldn't breathe, shifting her position so she was standing behind her, gently putting her arms around her neck and shoulders in a comfortable hug. Even the way her ears folded down as she spoke with that cute sheepish tone was so incredibly adorable Nailah couldn't simply let her go yet.

"Is that better, honey?" Nailah asked, gently resting her head on Lynn's shoulder.

The way Nailah was hugging Lynn, she could feel the softness of her skin and the unusual warmth coming from her, certainly more than a normal person, but she wasn't hugging her as tightly as before. It was obvious that she was trying to make it as cozy and comfortable as possible for Lynn, maybe in an attempt to get to hug her for a bit more.

"So... I'm assuming you're also with the Alliance, right?" Nailah asked, a bit curious on why such an adorable girl was going in such an obviously dangerous journey.

"Oh, you're with the hot girl I saw on the bar earlier!" Nailah said, looking to Siiga and waving to her with a discreet wink, being careful so Lynn wouldn't realize it.

"And who is the pretty little guy with you two?" Nailah asked, turning her head as she looked to Bonnie, waving to him in a cute way.

"He looks so squishy and adorable too!" she said, laughing.

"Are you collecting them? Lucky girl..." Nailah asked Siiga, turning to her with a mischievous grin, giggling as she pointed to Lynn and Bonnie?

But before they could even answer, or before Nailah could say anything more, they were interrupted by two new arrivals.
One of them, a black haired seraphim with a very unique eye color, matching his halo and wings had a small pseudodragon with him, which seemed to be very talkative and very excited.

His name was Aeden Demavend, and his companion's Nyph. According to his explanation, he came in response to the quest. Maybe another one who would join the weird group that they called the Alliance?

The second new arrival was a tyro woman with very unique traces. Nailah didn't knew exactly which race she was mixed with but she knew that she definitely wasn't a pureblood. Some of her features reminded her of Lynn, who she was hugging right now though.

Her introduction was much more direct and... brief than the seraphim's. Simply asking if they were here for the quest with a rather loud yell, she silently awaited for their answer.

"Oh, so you're joining the Alliance as well?" Nailah asked, looking to both new arrivals curiously.

"You guys just lost the fun." she said, looking to all the destruction around her with a chuckle.

"Well, I still haven't introduced myself so at least you guys arrived on time for this." she said with a mischievous grin and a giggle, obviously teasing them for being late.

"I'm Nailah, a Priestess of the Fallen Goddess. It's a pleasure to meet you, especially you~" Nailah said, looking to the two new arrivals and then to Lynn, gently rubbing her face on the girl's cheek with a singing tone.

"You have quite an unique eye color... Can't see I've seen many people with such beautiful eyes before." Nailah said, locking eyes with the black haired seraphim before turning to the tyro hybrid woman.

"And you... You're quite something yourself! I'm quite curious... You're a mixed blood, just like me, aren't you?" Nailah asked, looking to the woman with a curious stare. Even if to some people talking about their lineage might be taboo or uncomfortable, Nailah simply asked that to the tyro woman without any reservation.

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

Freyr

As Yang started speaking about how hard it would be and saying she could knock down some knights, Freyr couldn't help but think again in what she said a while ago, saying that there was no way he was a male while laughing loudly. Still now, he didn't know what she meant by that. He was standing right in front of her... And it wasn't hard to define his gender... After all, most Vieras, be them male or female wore very little clothing both due to the vieran forest climate (and their own culture) and in order to not restrain their movements.

He would have to make sure to clear that misunderstanding after that mission ended.

Paying a bit more attention at what Yang said though, he nodded, agreeing with her. Indeed she was more fit to fight in the frontline. Freyr was a hunter. While he was incredibly agile and was as dangerous wielding his knives than he was using his bow, fighting against multiple heavily armored enemies would be much harder for him than it would be for Yang.

The plan they had until now seemed promising. Haley would be the distraction, Yang would try to knock down the ground soldiers and fight in close range while Nagare would stay far away with Freyr.

"It's something." Freyr said, after quickly reviewing the plan they had so far.

"Haley, do what you can, but promise me you will get out of there as soon as things start to get dangerous. Neither me nor Yang can do anything if they start shooting arrows at you." Freyr said, looking to Haley with a very serious stare.

"Yang, you'll be... alone down there and I don't like this idea that much... But we will have to work with it." He said, thinking.

"Nagare, you will be with me attacking them from far away, but if something happens and Yang needs help, I will have to run to help her. If this happens, try to use the hill as a cover and do not stay in the same place. Attack and move, even if only a few meters." Freyr said, looking to the dragon girl.

"Despite the fact that you guys never saw me using my daggers, I can assure you I am as effective with them as I am with my bow, so if you find yourself in a difficult situation, Yang, just call me." He finished.

"We don't have much time, they're coming. Remember our plan and remember to keep yourselves safe at all costs." Freyr said, getting in position.

@PaulHaynek @Restalaan @AzureKnight