Burger

Cacophony Concord

if no one read the guide

i have a gag in mind

Cacophony Concord

The city state's revelries made for an interesting opening. It reminded her of another story. Probably an MMO that she played a long time ago, not that it mattered. But it wasn't quite the time to celebrate. They had gameplay to go through. The discord community she entered with would soon come, and with sharing of a password (or really just asking who was who), they'd party up and start up something to do.

And she was immediately beset by hilarity. As they all logged on at about the same time, the entire place went to shit instantly. Two of them were already exhausted, while two more were on the ground crippled. Instantly, Mags started to chuckle. Just as fast as it came, that chuckle turned into a chortle, then her practically falling to the ground laughing. Those two goofs managed to put zero in all of their human being stats.

Even more hilarious was one of them trying to help. Like clockwork, they went for chest compressions, dealing damage to the man as his glass bones crumbled with every pulse of the life saving maneuver.

With her wiping off a virtual tear from her face, she calmed down a bit. With the secret code being spoken, Mags went to go see the rest of the discord group.

"Sup nerds," the first words came out of her mouth. She looked over the memes of characters. Most of them seemed to have their heads in order and put in average stats, which was good. With Calace and the Slav asking for serious help, Mags offered a devilish solution. "Worst comes to worse, we can use the gimps as big clubs, yea?"

"It's Mags." Her introduction was quick and dirty. After all, she was the source of all of the shitpost images. Most of them. The "good" ones, at least. She didn't think too hard about the wish fulfillment characters of the others. After all, she was (at least somewhat) apart of that camp too. After all, who wouldn't want to be an ikemen or bishoujo in the virtual world. She did, however, judge the neko. Quite heavily, in fact.

"We should probably see if it's possible to get a class and some gear first thing." She didn't actually know the process of getting a basic class. She preferred to go into things blind. Prog on raids, new MMOs, everything. The less information, the better for her. "I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to go in without any gear and die. She actually wanted to go in fists blazing, but she didn't know if any of the others could hold their own. So that means it's time to, bat-data-daa, ask around for information. Unless one of you read a guide."

World Beyond the Lexicon

when the khan blood kicks in and you have to take over the entirety of the desert again

World Beyond the Lexicon

everybody gangsta till the Khan blood starts screamin'

You Can Become a Hero!

^@Severance

Eurgh. Yoru's face didn't change in the slightest, but she internally cringed. A slumber party felt a bit redundant. Considering how they would sleep within four tatami mats for the rest of the school year. Well, it wasn't like Yoru was involved in any of those either. Not that she wanted to, of course. If she was able to have a slumber party in the first place, of course she'd refuse it.

But again, social standing. This was someone Yoru would be spending time with until late March, whether she liked it or not. She had to, at the very least, humor her roommates whims. There was no other reason why she'd accept a sleepover, none whatsoever.

"Sure~!" That sweet tone of hers came out again. She didn't refuse Haruhi's help in carrying her sole bag. There was no verbal jousting of 'oh no it's heavy, I can carry it myself' and other similar things, nor was there any offer of repaying her in some way. Just a simple thank you the moment she offered. With that, the two of them left the group of students to go see their own room.

It certainly was a room. That's pretty much all they were. The accommodations were nothing special. Room to study and sleep, but that was about it. The adjacent beds weren't something that Yoru particularly liked, but it was fine. Beds were for sleeping on and nothing else. The furniture was serviceable. Nothing special or lush, but that was also fine. It wasn't in disrepair, though that was expected. Horrible student accommodations were more of a non-hero university type thing. At least, that's what she read on the internet.

So she placed all of her things in the right spot. Uniforms in the drawers, as she planned to buy actual clothes at a later date. Make up and self-care products all over her desk alongside a hand mirror. Really, it was astounding how many care products she brought along. They took up the entirety of her bag, minus the uniforms. She settled in well enough.

"So Yano, what's the first thing you want to do for this girl's night~?"

World Beyond the Lexicon

petition to have a field exercise where class c is thrown into the wilderness so we can see our rich kids struggle and probably fail to survive on the land

@Matsuri

World Beyond the Lexicon

Overwhelming

@ERode

to be fair, i meant more overwhelming as in "oh god, why'd you spill the entire 2 litre on the floor" than "all my senses are fried because there's too much"

World Beyond the Lexicon

let me introduce the class

here's drake, he's a fire swordsman guy

here's kiara, who specializes in electricity

here's alberta, who can make plants

here's sekhandur, who's literally the strongest man at the academy and has a list of powers that makes Najimi Ajimu blush

here's kress, who can make chairs

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

the virgin dispel magic vs the chad dispel 'dispel magic'

World Beyond the Lexicon

Sanhan

P E R S O N A L 𒌐

_{𒈦 N A M E}

Sanhan Kumranjahnman

_{𒈦 T I T L E S}

The Loser Princess, Daughter of the Jahn

_{𒈦 A G E}

16

_{𒈦 G E N D E R}

Female

_{𒈦 D A T E O F B I R T H}

December 2nd

_{𒈦 H O B B I E S}

Music, animal husbandry, horseback riding

_{𒈦 H E I G H T / W E I G H T}

5'8" (173 cm), 133 pounds (60kg)

_{𒈦 P E R S O N A L I T Y}

One wouldn't expect Sanhan to be involved in a battle for her people's throne. Bound by her duty, she has the reputation of an austere and rigid lifestyle. Unapproachable, most would consider her. This way of life was born out of necessity and not personality. In truth, Sanhan is an amiable girl who gets fixated often on small, enjoyable things. She'd love nothing more than to live a simple life, but she's sworn to carry her birthright.

While her upbringing has resulted in her being mindful to others, her real self is much less polite. Curiously dense and unfiltered, Sanhan speaks her mind to those who she trusts. Simply put, the easiest way to tell how close someone is to her is by seeing how often she holds her tongue. While this unfiltered view of the world is truthful, at least to her, much of what she says can come across as venomous or rude.

She doesn't feel much emotion. Rather, she chooses not to feel much. The drama of her people's throne has numbed much of her to the point of hating emotional moments. No, she lives for the little things. The calming pitch of a flute, the relaxing time spent with a goat, slowly trotting across the steppe with her horse... those small things are her true joy.

_{𒈦 H I S T O R Y}

Where the desert meets the steppe is where Sanhan's people lie. Nationless, they live in the harsh, empty lands were no other has claimed. Sanhan was born into one of her people's eleven noble families. Of course, with so many noble families, the line of succession often got muddled. Plus, the occasional usurper could be found.

Sanhan's family was, by all accounts, the weakest. Their land was barely fertile, their water was scarce, and harsh winters sapped what little wealth they could stockpile. The rich, artisanal goods that the people of the steppe were known to make were never created by her family. No, their pots and jars had to be made to hold water above all else. Their clothing had to be made with the bare minimum of material. But Sanhan liked it this way. It was her way of life. The simple possessions and joy were enough for her. Sole daughter to her family's chief, she was chosen as the next to hold the tablet and to be involved in the fight for the throne.

Of course, such a weak family couldn't beat everyone else. It was just impossible. The strictly raised Sanhan that had been groomed for the throne had lost. By the time Sanhan turned 12, the victor was practically decided. Her rat bastard of a half-brother would take the throne. She didn't mind losing the throne. While her family wished for the power to improve their situation, her dreams lied with the sheep and goats she raised. She was more disappointed in the fact that the worst, meanest, most-cruel contender for the throne managed to win.

As a backup plan, Sanhan's family sent her to Genelogia. If she couldn't rule the people, then the least she could do was get into the prestigious school, graduate, and send them all money. She would be more excited about it if that bastard of a half-brother wasn't also sent to Avalice.

C O M B A T 𒌐

_{☡ C L A S S I F I C A T I O N}

Magic

_{𒈦 M A N A C O L O U R}

White

_{𒈦 M A N A C H A R A C T E R I S T I C S}

Overwhelming. Like a pot that never ceases to overflow.

_{𒈦 E Q U I P M E N T}

Sanhan carries the Fourth Cuneiform of the Jahn. Rather than a book as per a traditional grimoire, the tablet is a small, thin slab of an unknown stone. Almost indestructible, the dark green tablet is covered in deep carvings that tell of the properties of the world and how to bend them to one's will. Such techniques are unrefined, however. While the tablet is denser in knowledge than most, one must balance the forces of each spell. For every creation, something must be destroyed for balance.

_{𒈦 M A G I C}

Cuneiform Magic: Alteration

_{𒈦 S P E L L S}

𒌒 Vacuum/Eruption: By rapidly compressing air, Sanhan creates a vacuum that rapidly pulls everything nearby towards a single point. Likewise, she can rapidly decompress air, creating a shockwave that forces everything away.

𒌒 Motion/Still: Sanhan can imbue an object with a force, sending it in a chosen direction. Likewise, she can calm a motion to stop. Rather than solely imbue objects, she can creating floating glyphs that apply the effect to whatever comes into contact.

𒌒 Bolster/Hinder: Sanhan can bind her own magic to another's, either strengthening it or weakening it.

𒌒 Mend/Decay: Sanhan can change how an object currently is. Food will become fresher, armour will become undented, and flesh will be woven back together. Likewise, she can inverse this process. Food will rot, stones will turn to sand, and old wounds will reopen.

𒌒 Heat/Chill: Sanhan can imbue an object with heat or steal the heat away from it.

𒌐 P A R A M E T E R S 𒌐
𒌀 M A N A | 5 / 5
𒌀 C H A N N E L I N G | 3 / 5
𒌀 M A G I C | 3 / 5
𒌀 T E C H N I Q U E | 1 / 5
𒌀 S T R E N G T H | 1 / 5
𒌀 S P E E D | 1 / 5
𒌀 B O D Y | 1 / 5
𒌀 I N T E L L E C T | 5 / 5