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Tower of Fable

Lin Liao

Outfit in the tower

• Name: Lin Liao
• Title: N/A
• Age: 22
• Class: Monk (sword)
• Aspect of Soul: Tiger Gear - Onyx metal bracers and greaves each with a blood orange trim and an ornate silver Tiger etched on them. Though they appear to offer little protection, those who wear them will find they provide just enough defence while being completely unrestrictive.

• Abilities:

Decisive Blows: While she does not possess superhuman strength, the force behind Lin's attacks would make you think otherwise. Every punch, kick, or other unarmed strike feels more akin to being hit with a large warhammer. Even the toughest armor will find dents upon meeting Lin's fist. Lin, on the other hand, does not feel the force from her blows. She could spend hours beating down a wall of solid steel without getting a cut or breaking a bone.

Inhuman Reaction: Whether it’s catching an arrow mid flight, deflecting an incoming bullet, or even dodging a bolt of lightning, Lin can evade almost any danger the tower has to offer; If she knows they’re coming that is. Her senses have not been heightened in anyway meaning it is still possible to catch her off guard. But once she knows an enemy is present, they’ll have a hell of a time trying to land anything on her.

• Background:

Life had not gone the way Lin Liao had thought it would. For as long as she could remember she had been taught that if she worked hard success would follow. Yet despite giving it her all, she was unable to maintain her grades and flunked out of college. This pushed her to entering the work force only to find her skills at holding a job were just as poor.

Unable to maintain a steady pay, Lin was forced to move back in with her parents time and time again. Eventually all her friends had moved on with their own lives, and her parents seemed to accept the fact she would never leave them. Lin felt she had been cheated by the universe. She wasn’t lazy. She hadn’t slacked off or given up. She had done everything she could to succeed but for some reason or another she just couldn’t catch a break. Her frustrations turned her bitter, and she began to turn to the bottle for her escape.

After yet another night of binge drinking, Lin was stumbling home when suddenly the stars above were blocked out by an incredible flying structure. She had no idea what it was, or even if it was real, but a faint glimmer at the top of it caught her attention. Could there be some sort of treasure there? She continued to ponder the possibilities as she finally reached her house. Perhaps it was her inebriated state clouding her judgment, but something told her that this was it. Collapsed on her mattress ready to fade out of consciousness she knew; Whatever prize was up there, it was her ticket out of this life.

Tower of Fable

Lin Liao

Outfit in the tower

• Name: Lin Liao
• Title: N/A
• Age: 22
• Class: Monk (sword)
• Aspect of Soul: Tiger Gear - Onyx metal bracers and greaves each with a blood orange trim and an ornate silver Tiger etched on them. Though they appear to offer little protection, those who wear them will find they provide just enough defence while being completely unrestrictive.

• Abilities:

Decisive Blows: While she does not possess superhuman strength, the force behind Lin's attacks would make you think otherwise. Every punch, kick, or other unarmed strike feels more akin to being hit with a large warhammer. Even the toughest armor will find dents upon meeting Lin's fist. Lin, on the other hand, does not feel the force from her blows. She could spend hours beating down a wall of solid steel without getting a cut or breaking a bone.

Inhuman Reaction: Whether it’s catching an arrow mid flight, deflecting an incoming bullet, or even dodging a bolt of lightning, Lin can evade almost any danger the tower has to offer; If she knows they’re coming that is. Her senses have not been heightened in anyway meaning it is still possible to catch her off guard. But once she knows an enemy is present, they’ll have a hell of a time trying to land anything on her.

• Background:

Life had not gone the way Lin Liao had thought it would. For as long as she could remember she had been taught that if she worked hard success would follow. Yet despite giving it her all, she was unable to maintain her grades and flunked out of college. This pushed her to entering the work force only to find her skills at holding a job were just as poor.

Unable to maintain a steady pay, Lin was forced to move back in with her parents time and time again. Eventually all her friends had moved on with their own lives, and her parents seemed to accept the fact she would never leave them. Lin felt she had been cheated by the universe. She wasn’t lazy. She hadn’t slacked off or given up. She had done everything she could to succeed but for some reason or another she just couldn’t catch a break. Her frustrations turned her bitter, and she began to turn to the bottle for her escape.

After yet another night of binge drinking, Lin was stumbling home when suddenly the stars above were blocked out by an incredible flying structure. She had no idea what it was, or even if it was real, but a faint glimmer at the top of it caught her attention. Could there be some sort of treasure there? She continued to ponder the possibilities as she finally reached her house. Perhaps it was her inebriated state clouding her judgment, but something told her that this was it. Collapsed on her mattress ready to fade out of consciousness she knew; Whatever prize was up there, it was her ticket out of this life.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blossoming Relationships

Receiving Ms. Aristeas' approval of how they handled the Grimm was a much needed confidence boost for the huntsman. While they had successfully fended off the Nevermores, he couldn’t help but feel the close call with their unluckiest member might have given the inspector cause to doubt their skills. Nevertheless, she was more impressed by Violet’s sharpshooting than she was displeased with Roberts short flight. The Atlesian guards felt the same as Sand was given a rifle to award Violet.

Not everyone was willing to overlook that slight mishap with the large Nevermore, however. As soon as they were alone Sand practically called out Robert for his lack of situational awareness. Those who didn’t know Sand might have misconstrued her words as a scolding, but Trad could tell this was just her voicing concerns, even if it was a little blunt. Though as they continued their flight, Trad couldn’t help but think that maybe blunt discussions with Robert were necessary. He knew the hunter was never intentionally getting himself into trouble, but he certainly had a knack for it. And often wasn’t able to get himself out without one of them to aid him. Something would need to be done or else the next time things might not work out in the red head’s favor.

Now was not the time for such things. Just as Sand said this was not a training exercise, they were on a mission and had to remain focused. The last thing anyone needed was the team doubting even one of their members. Trad did his best to bury his thoughts as they stepped off the ship. Eerily that would be easy enough as the landing platform for ICE CreAM felt… Wrong. While he wasn’t expecting a welcome party, it was odd that only one person would be greeting the inspector; and with no security at that.

The biggest red flag was raised by the lack of ships on the landing platform. True traffic through this location would be light at best, but what about emergency situations? This team had seen first hand how fast the Grimm could swarm even a well prepared base. There should have been at least two or three airships ready just in case. Yet it seemed the researchers here would have no means of escape should such an event take place.

His curiosity got the best of him. While he let the inspector answer the white haired man’s initial question, he quickly spoke up after any introductions.

“You must have a lot of faith in the defenses here. Not many facilities operate without some means of evacuation.” He stated glancing around at the empty area.

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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Sid Lofton

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With the goblins routed and the ship fire extinguished, it was time for the group to take care of any wounded they had. After formally introducing himself to the ragtag group Sid had now found himself apart of, he agreed to help guide the fugitives the mystical healer to tend to Corday and the other wounded. In truth Sid had never actually been to see her, but he did have a knowledge of this islands layout. This combined with their Dhirom companion Zendrith, who seemed to know a little more about the exact location of the healer, meant that she could point them in the right direction while Cadye kept the caravan together. All Sid would have to do is take them along the safest path that lead to their destination. A task he thought would be rather easy, until about halfway into the woods a pink haired knight bearing an unfamiliar insignia blocked their way.

Cayde seemed to recognize the insignia and immediately called her out as a “Soldier of Niflhelm.” Sid’s eyes widened and he too placed his hand on his weapon. He had only heard legends of the fearsome knights from the tundra, but it was enough to keep him from even setting foot there. If she was truly here for a fight, then a lot more people would be needing to see that healer.

“Haven’t even been here an hour and you lot are drawing attention from as far as Niflhelm? The villagers are not going to like this.” The pirate said under his breath.

_{@The Irish Tree@Guess Who@Skyrte@floodtalon@Suku}

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Sid Lofton

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Sid coiled his weapon with a chuckle as his new ally came up and complimented him. “Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, private.” He replied with a thumbs up. “Glad to see you're not one of those knights afraid to get their armor scratched.” Though he jested with the soldier’s rank, he genuinely applauded Cayde for willingly putting himself in harm's way. It was a rare trait to see in people now a days.

With no other enemies coming for them, Sid too noticed the plumes of smoke slowly filling the room. He had assumed his fiery friend’s magic had been the source, but with none of those flames lingering and the dark clouds building it was all too obvious what was going on. Cayde was the first to assess the situation and inquired if Sid would be able to repair the unstable engine or see if someone above deck could. The soldier probably didn’t think their chances of evacuation looked good and the pirate had to agree.

“Sorry, mate.” Sid shook his head. “A leaking pipe or a broken belt I can do, but this? We need someone more experienced and fast.” As he heard his own words out loud, an idea popped in his head. “Actually, I think I can buy us some time.” Unfurling his kusarigama once more, Sid stepped in front of the smoking machine while twirling his chain to build up speed. Once it was going fast enough, he turned the swirling weapon towards the engine and unleashed a stream of wind onto the engine. With any luck his makeshift fan would be enough to snuff out the flames and regulate the temperature without cooling it too drastically. If not it would at least keep the heat from rising faster than it had been.

“I think I’ve got this.” He called to the soldier. “Now get up there and see who you can find!”

@The Irish Tree@Guess Who@Skyrte@floodtalon

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blossoming Relationships

Trad only had time to nod to acknowledge his teammate’s replies before the elevator doors slid open. Immediately Trad stepped out with the others and took a starboard position. Dropping to a knee and aiming down the sights, he watched as the Nevermores came closer. He assumed everyone would be holding fire until the birds were in range, but to his surprise a shot rang out and tore through the Nevermore he had lined up.

“Whoa! Nice shot!” Trad called out to their newest member. He then watched in awe as Violet downed twenty nine more before he could even pull the trigger. “Maybe you should have given her both rifles.” He yelled to Sand who also had yet to fire a shot.

Looking back down his sights, the hunter realized the Nevermores were still fast approaching despite half their numbers being erased. Ready on the trigger, he and Robert opened fire almost simultaneously. Keeping his shots in a tight burst he made sure six of the Grimm wouldn’t be making it to the ship; and one more regret ever reaching it. His numbers weren’t what the other’s had, but as long as he was keeping his team safe he was doing his-

"Guys! Someone help!"

His eyes snapped to his friend being lifted off from the ship. Aiming his gun at the large Grimm, he cursed under his breath as he couldn’t get a clear shot. Even if Robert's aura absorbed the shots, Trad didn’t want to risk weakening it in case they weren’t able to catch him. “Violet!” He shouted as loud as he could to be heard over the wind rushing passed them, “Take that thing down! We’ll hold the others off.”

@Crimmy@Lazo@Abillioncats@Guess Who

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I'm back! Sorry about that hiatus. As @The Irish Tree said I was in an accident awhile ago. No one was hurt luckily but my car was totaled and I had to divert all my free time into dealing with that. Things are back on track though so I should be able to return to a regular posting schedule again. Starting now!

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Sid Lofton

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Hearing the bard’s thrilling tale of their exodus from prison brought a sly smirk to the pirate’s face. “My my, quite the adventure indeed. And all to escape Ziggurat? You’re either incredibly reckless, or stupidly brave; my favorite kind of criminals.” Believing the situation to be non hostile, Sid took his hand off his weapon and began to raise it so he could properly greet the fellow outlaws.

The introductions would have to be cut short, unfortunately, as a trio of goblin riders descended from the hatch above. Instinctively Sid dove out of the way before the first volley of rocks came towards him, leaving Cayde and Perkeo exposed instead. The poor bard pleaded for peace behind his instrument before his family jewels were shattered. Once negotiations were off the table, the soldier took his place front and center defending his ally with his body while advancing on the enemies.

Back on his feet after his tuck and roll, Sid quickly unhooked his kusarigama ready to join the crimson soldier. The human had already managed to burn out one of the goblins and it’s steed, now it was time to blow the rest away. Keeping his circles tight, Sid began spinning the weighted end of his weapon as he took off towards the goblins. Sprinting past Cayde it looked as though the Erune was going to run head first into the snarling wolves, only to drop down at the last second and slide under the gaping maw of one. As he slid, his chain wrapped around the wolf’s front legs while his sickle dug into its stomach. Once Sid emerged behind the monsters, he yanked the chain and gave a swift kick to the wolf’s hid quarters toppling the gutted animal on its face and tossing the goblin to the ground near Cayde.

With a quick whip and pull the chain came loose and flew back towards it wielder. Keeping the momentum, Sid pivoted and redirected the chain towards the other goblin’s head. A satisfying crunch could be heard as the weight collided with the green monster’s nose. Pulling the chain back to him yet again, the pirate this time decided to have a little fun and refrained from following up on his attack. “What do you think, mates? Should we finish these greens off or leave on alive to tell the tale?” He called out staring at the last mounted goblin with a devious grin.

@Guess Who@The Irish Tree

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Blossoming Relationships

As the team sat (or paced in Robert’s case) waiting in the back, Trad opted to pass the time with one last equipment check. First he tested his shield, expanding and collapsing it a few times to make sure all the parts moved smoothly. Once he was satisfied he switched to his sword and continued the process, as well as checking his sights and clips. He wanted to make sure they were ready for anything. Last thing they needed was a repeat of what happened right out of the gate last mission.

After he completed his gear check, he joined in the others in anxious silence. His mind no longer distracted began making up scenarios in which things could go wrong. Luckily that wouldn’t last long as they were suddenly alerted to over sixty Nevermores approaching. Wow. Either they were giving off lots of negative emotions, or they picked a bad flight path. Either way, Trad stood up and immediately equipped his shield while changing Gram into its rifle mode.

Sand momentarily split from the group, but came back just as quickly with some new hardware for her and Violet. Already thinking ahead of the fight. There was a reason Sand was put in as the team’s new leader. After they entered the elevator and Sand explained her plan, Robert requested that Trad kick things off with a “cool one liner”.

“Wait, when did I become the one liner guy?” Trad asked. ”Uhh, looks like we’re having chicken for our on flight meal… No that was terrible." Trad dismissed his attempt at wit and scratched the back of his neck trying to think of something else. “Why don’t you come back to me in a few minutes and I’ll have something else.”

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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

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