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Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

@PaulHaynek

"Wait, Jin..." she wanted to ask a few more things but the communication channel were a mess as chaos became king around the compound. She glared at the scientist, a cold stare showing great annoyance. "Smart..."

She took a moment to ponder over this situation. It irked her in a wrong way. A group was attacking Cura but another seemed keen on escaping with their lives as soon as they could. Why? To regroup? With who? The swarm? Would they be accepted? After all, they presented abnormal behaviour and intelligence, Human intelligence, and if that much changed...

Her heat started to heat up, glowing as she prepared herself. "You have been far more trouble than your abhorrent life is worth, cooperate as much as you can while you still can." she said, her tail penetrating the glass and starting to circle around creating an opening.

"How smart are these things? Can they communicate? How do you neutralize them without killing them?" At least a few could be interesting to save, she thought, or it would be cruel to let such broken being live, time was short and she did not have the time to reason properly. "To where do you think they want to escape to?" she wrapped her tail around the scientist once she had her opening and pulled him out.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Sorry for taking so long to reply, at the moment I am busy with a few hard decisions IRL but I will have my post by the weekend at worst.

[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

The Ballroom

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^{Evening | From the Harbor to the Ballroom}

Hatzur did her best to retain her composure event thought she felt a strong mix of frustration and fascination. She had planned to come to Thelan much sooner, however, what she did not expect, was how hard it was to find a ship crew which accepted a witch as a passager even if said witch was willing to pay more than five times the average passage. If people were going to be so unreasonable they could at least accept bribes as well. The only willing crew would only go a week later, ruining her wish to arrive early and get to visit more of Thelan, a land she held so much admiration for.

Of course, once in Thelan itself, she was too busy observing everything, how the docks seemed to have far more cranes and other equipment, how the docks were controlled by many officials and there were things such as paperwork and standardized scales to keep things in check. The merchant ports of Alovia seemed to copycat places such as this but it was clear they lacked much of the practical knowledge.

She was advised by her contractor to hire a carriage to the palace to avoid walking in the streets and that is what she did, thankfully it was easier to get one than a ship. As she moved towards her destiny, she couldn't help but notice the local architecture, making many notes in her mind, being curious about each sight, be it a simple house or one of the manors. Of course, once near the palace, she wouldn't have eyes for anything else.

She was wearing her best, most pristine clothing for the situation, only being a bit reserved when it came to using gemstones, which sometimes were used for spellcasting and would only induce more suspicion of her presence there, so she went with simple silver or steel accessories. For a woman who still longed for the high life she had when she was a child, entering the palace felt like being at home, nevermind the guards taking a long while checking her to see if she had no hidden blade, clearly more than other guests, or the stares.

Once in the ballroom, her eyes quickly darted about, taking the sight and trying to recognize who was there. She knew if the organizers of the expedition were inclined to bring even an Alovian Witch she would see many different sights there, perhaps even another witch, but she doubted as it took Hatzur some effort to get contacted by them, she had to track the people involved, hire many drunkards and other sorts to talk highly of her near them and basically do it for nothing but an IOU, which she hoped would be enough to allow her to buy land in Thelan once the situation was over and the risk of war was no longer an issue.

Her assumptions were quickly proven correct when she noticed the Nantegan procession, but the sight that would be truly surprising to her was not an unusual looking one, on the contrary, it fitted the court perfectly. Niavak of house Wymark. The vision felt like an omen, not because of Niavak himself, but because of the context where the two last met. Before the queen, the last time Hatzur had even done a mission like this was when she was hired to save a noble from bandits, that was where she met Niavak, and that night ended with her being stabbed, carried off by him to be treated by a medic. It was not the type of memory she wanted to remember when going on this mission, even if she no longer was that young witch who made herself so vulnerable by chanting spells in the open. Feeling a bit unwell, she sat on the nearest chair she could find, desiring to take a moment to regain her composure.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

@PaulHaynek

Ah I am sorry, somehow I missed that.

Civilization V - The Broken Moon

The Barrow Elf Tribe of the Entmoians

Nation Name: Entmoian Tribe
Represented Color: Amber (#ffbf00)
Race: Elves
Breed: Barrow
Capital: Entmo
Ruler: Kvune Wopwe



Type of Government: Monarchy. Until recently it was a tribal confederation of five great families, however, power has been recently usurped by the Kvune Wopwe, declaring himself Nupu of the land. Focusing on centralization, temples have usurped nobles in controlling serfs, all goods must go straight to the temples before being redistributed, forming a sort of palace economy.

Religion: They worship the fallen goddess of the moon, Ke Eshta, who they believe has descended from the realm of heavens to the realm of earth, the first god to do so, becoming the goddess of mist and smoke. Worship of other gods is accepted, but the supremacy of the goddess cannot be questioned. Priests often form masses in the morning among the swamp's fog, though the use of fumes and incense has become commonplace.

Geographical Location: Entmo is located deep in a misty swamp region, in one of its areas most susceptible to floods no less. The city's first building was raised over a small land area called The Wheel (in their language, Entmo) and has since expanded, all houses tend to follow the circular shape of the first outpost.



History:
The line of Barrow Elves Entmoians comes from can be traced to some of those who settled this continent long ago, how long, and if it was one the ancient elven empires or an expedition from another continent nobody knows, as their society degenerated into small tribes and no records outside of myth were kept. Most of these tribes lived in the mountains, underground, but some found that the isolated swamps to the east were quite pleasant, especially thanks to the constant mist of the region.

Slowly elves started to build forts in the region, stone circles in dry regions to serve as hunting camps or storehouses for merchants before they made the trip back to the mountains to the west. Some started to settle, and a protoculture was formed there, and a faith centred around a goddess of mist started to rise, later finding syncretism with the new belief of the moon goddess coming to earth to be closer to mortals, as many who believed such thing were exiled from the mountain communities in the chaos following the disappearance of the moon.

Entmo rose quickly as a local centre of power, formed by five clans who owned fortresses in the area, some old some made of recent immigrants, the village prospered and grew. However, the semi-feudal style of controlling the land with the forts, the safest areas in the swamps, started to grow weak as Entmo grew in size and sophistication, requiring less protection from the wilds and the floods. A popular rebellion was on the horizon but was exploited by Kvune Wopwe, coming from the oldest clan of the five, who allied himself with the priests of the goddess to bring down the old clan nobility and form a government of justice and righteousness, which apparently meant heavy centralization of power.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

@PaulHaynek

Entering the area, Vilkas was fully alert, her 'antenna' up, her tail waving about silently, as if ready to strike at any minute. All that sneakiness would go away once she entered, traded for shock.

The pieces of the situation at hand were concerning when scattered, but as they started to fall together, a sense of fear and revulsion started to take her over. She took a deep breath and would eventually manage to find a living soul into that blood-stained desolate room.

"What have we done? What have we done? What have we done? What have we done? What have we done?" The scientist repeated like a mantra.

She gasped at that, there was no denying the situation any more. "What have you... done?" she said in her typical shy tone, but then her eyes flared and she gritted her teeth. "Bastard." she seized the scientist by the collar of his jacket. "You better start speaking now while you have the chance."

But she would not wait for cooperation, she needed to warn everyone, this was her role as a scout, she was not here to play detective. Her team was isolated and vulnerable, she needed to meet up with them as soon as possible, so she started to leave, making way for the command centre where the ninja robot had went. She tried to reach for communication while moving as quickly as she could with the scientist in hand "Captain Cura? Can you listen? We have a situation! I found holding cells for Swarm aliens, the issue is, they were empty, I fear a breakout is taking place at this very moment. I found one live scientist and I am trying to get more information from him, but the situation in the room... it was..."

Civilization V - The Broken Moon

The Barrow Elf Tribe of the Entmoians

Nation Name: Entmoian Tribe
Represented Color: Amber (#ffbf00)
Race: Elves
Breed: Barrow
Capital: Entmo
Ruler: Kvune Wopwe



Type of Government: Monarchy. Until recently it was a tribal confederation of five great families, however, power has been recently usurped by the Kvune Wopwe, declaring himself Nupu of the land. Focusing on centralization, temples have usurped nobles in controlling serfs, all goods must go straight to the temples before being redistributed, forming a sort of palace economy.

Religion: They worship the fallen goddess of the moon, Ke Eshta, who they believe has descended from the realm of heavens to the realm of earth, the first god to do so, becoming the goddess of mist and smoke. Worship of other gods is accepted, but the supremacy of the goddess cannot be questioned. Priests often form masses in the morning among the swamp's fog, though the use of fumes and incense has become commonplace.

Geographical Location: Entmo is located deep in a misty swamp region, in one of its areas most susceptible to floods no less. The city's first building was raised over a small land area called The Wheel (in their language, Entmo) and has since expanded, all houses tend to follow the circular shape of the first outpost.



History:
The line of Barrow Elves Entmoians comes from can be traced to some of those who settled this continent long ago, how long, and if it was one the ancient elven empires or an expedition from another continent nobody knows, as their society degenerated into small tribes and no records outside of myth were kept. Most of these tribes lived in the mountains, underground, but some found that the isolated swamps to the east were quite pleasant, especially thanks to the constant mist of the region.

Slowly elves started to build forts in the region, stone circles in dry regions to serve as hunting camps or storehouses for merchants before they made the trip back to the mountains to the west. Some started to settle, and a protoculture was formed there, and a faith centred around a goddess of mist started to rise, later finding syncretism with the new belief of the moon goddess coming to earth to be closer to mortals, as many who believed such thing were exiled from the mountain communities in the chaos following the disappearance of the moon.

Entmo rose quickly as a local centre of power, formed by five clans who owned fortresses in the area, some old some made of recent immigrants, the village prospered and grew. However, the semi-feudal style of controlling the land with the forts, the safest areas in the swamps, started to grow weak as Entmo grew in size and sophistication, requiring less protection from the wilds and the floods. A popular rebellion was on the horizon but was exploited by Kvune Wopwe, coming from the oldest clan of the five, who allied himself with the priests of the goddess to bring down the old clan nobility and form a government of justice and righteousness, which apparently meant heavy centralization of power.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Vilkas watched as the main attack started, led by the more typical robots of the region, the ones with heavy armour and weaponry, so different from her light build. But that was in part what made her a valued asset in such missions. As they entered the structure she kept an eye out for any camera, her tail quickly reacting to slice apart the devices as Vilkas ran into the building.

A fellow light robot would call for her attention, she was similar to something she had seen in a few shows her comrades forced her to watch to ease up, a Ninja, if she remembered correctly. Though why would she fashion herself after an ancient group of people from earth she did not know. "You are correct, we should not meet heavily armed resistance nevertheless, so splitting up wouldn't lead to a risk." she smiled. "And I am quite fast, perhaps so fast you might have trouble seeing it." she said, attempting a jest, to 'ease' up as her commanders had requested, only issue was that she forgot that she needed to smile to sell her part.

"Holding cells, as I expected, they had to be doing something really nefarious to justify hiding like this." the robot sighed. "I will be going towards the holding if you don't mind, I feel I am better suited to deal with whatever is there considering my equipment. Please take care on your way to the command center." she said, bowing gently to her comrade, though on one side this was a decision out of a careful analysis of the situation it also had a clear hint of curiosity on her side.

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

@Otterpop@Rune_Alchemist@CelesteEste

Alrighty guys, Happy new years and I hope you had an awesome holiday season!

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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

Hatzur

Hatzur

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N A M E

Hatzurmarana Etse Tsorovah

T I T L E

The Sell-Spell

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovia - Witches’ Huts

A G E

26

G E N D E R

Female

A P P E A R A N C E

Hatzur is a tall woman, standing at about 1.75m, with a slim and elegant figure. Her hair is silver colored and usually kept short, her eyes, in contrast, are of a deep black colour. She has a sense of fashion that seems very atypical for a witch, with practical and sophisticated outfits which are kept impeccably clean. The colors are typically matching white and black with rarely ever any other color except the occasional gemstone accessory. She likes to wear gloves and boots to avoid touching things with her skin. She sticks to her style no matter what, though she adapts what pieces she wears depending on the environment they will always follow a similar style.

I N T E R E S T S

- Technology
- Thelannian Culture
- Fashion
- Expensive meals
- Architecture
- Wine
- Falconry

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Hatzur is a cold, aloof individual who sees the world through an equally cold mindset, often victim blaming those who are less fortunate. She faces such a world with a focus on practical, if not utilitarian, behaviour, she knows the very people who created traditions and codes of honour would break and bend them to fill their personal objectives, so why should she abide by them? The good side of this is that she is also open minded, not rejecting to look into other cultures and philosophies as she doesn’t assume her background is the best. In particular, she has a keen interest in Thelannian culture and all of their technology.

Her number one objective is to simply live well, being a witch makes that an issue, as many struggle to just live by, seldom living in the wealthy standards Hatzur wants for herself. Many people say that the strongest animals survive, but she recognizes many animals survive by being not worth the trouble, and that is somewhat her approach to her own survival, keeping things discreet and having a lot of fallbacks to rely on. She considers herself to be clever, and definitely has shown some persuasive power in her dealings, be it in a straightforward manner or playing around with people’s psyche, and she often values similar traits in others while thinking overly idealistic people will just bring about their downfall.

H I S T O R Y

She was one of the daughters of a merchant family in a city that was booming with the newfound peace between the kingdoms. Of course, where there is coin there is crime, and while the ports and fancy estates were growing in size, so was the underworld, and her family was not one that thought twice before applying underhanded practices to get ahead. Thinking the girl would grow to be part of the family, they shared a lot of their ‘wisdom’ with Hatzurmarana, which, along with a life of luxury, made the girl start to dream about the day she would be an adult, have her own shops and ships to command, make decisions.

And then the witch nature manifested itself. One day she was resting in bed with silk bed sheets, the other, she was scorned, sent off to the end of the world with barely anything but her own clothes, off to cross a murky swamp all by herself. It was a shock and it left her extremely bitter. She was discovered to be adept to black magic and revealed herself to be a diligent student of the arts, yet also one that seemed to question everything around her. One day, while being told the classic cautionary tale of the young witch who tries to save a kid just to be met with suspicion by the parents and eventually hunted down, it clicked on her that maybe that witch was just a fool, people don’t understand the value of gifted things, perhaps if she had asked for a high price, if she had mocked the foolish peasants for thinking they could ever afford her medicine, they would have understood the value of what she was offering.

This eventually led to her starting to play around with the idea of selling her services as a witch. There were many things she could do that had clear practical value, be it a pretty gemstone glowing with magical charge or an enhanced item, she just needed to convince the non-magical folk that they had a demand for such items. And it worked, with a careful approach and some intrigue she found herself some clients, those first transactions starting rumors, rumors which, once guided properly, ended up bringing her more clients. Many witches didn’t like that, calling her a “sellspell” due to her acting just like a mercenary, a sellsword, she didn’t mind it, it was a truth she wasn’t afraid off.

It was all going awfully well which was why she expected something to go wrong. The disappearance of Queen Anice was exactly that. The type of business she was growing was an alternative to the typical war services witches provided, if hostilities were resumed she was sure she would be forced into that outdated model. Furthermore, she had an honest interest in Thelan, not just as a place of potential business but as someone who held a legitimate interest in their culture and philosophy, she didn’t want this war.

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