Conscripts

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Welp, it went exactly as he expected. One threatened to kill him with the crossbow. One basically already crapped his pants. And Robert thought they would be some legendary heroes of antiquity or something. But they had weapons at least. That probably accounts to something right? Right?

He knew he didn't look or act exactly the most friendly of person to be the first to meet anyway, and that's on him, but he never looked like those priest or priestess anyway. He is a mechanic, an artificer, they demand a lot, and he too. The first thing he demanded were some composures.

He put one hand in his pocket and another on his lips, figuring out how best to convey this whole mess of a situation in the most efficient way possible. He fizzled with a small black rock in his pocket then on his hand, occasionally tossing it up and down, as he walked to the side of the room where an empty furnace stood. He threw the rock into it, then blew a gust of wind onto his two fingers. Gradually, a blue flame appeared on the tip of the fingers before engulfing the rest of them. Immediately, he swung his hand in the direction of the furnace, and the blue flame flew into it.

A few seconds would pass in relative silence, as Robert stood with his hands on the top of a furnace and legs crossed. Before any of them could really question this, a large and sudden bang sound rippled the air. It might be overwhelming for the people unfamiliar with sudden loud noises, but for someone with so much lab experience and shenanigans like Robert, all it did to him was just small inconvenience.

Waiting for a few seconds for them to recompose themselves, he'd stand there as if nothing had happened. "Did your ears hurt? Now you know you're not dead." He clasped his hands. "Like I said, it never has a good explanation, considering you just get yeeted from another world to this one. But you don't want to be yeeted off again. Trust me, it's not pleasant." For real this time, he finally explained. "Long story short, you are called upon to this world Xadia in the defense of...shall we call it 'the Empire' for now, which is now under attack from an outsider's army."

He waited a few seconds again to let the words sink. "See? Just made things even more complicated. What you need to know for now is that we're basically surrounded. And you're not getting out alive and whole if you're being confused and scared." Robert then gave a stern head-tilted glance at David. "Aim that crossbow at me again, and you WILL be dead. For the last time."

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

Robert didn't fully understand the quest given, but then again he never understood that tower anyway. A group of individuals being zipped out from another world now awakened in a body that who knows what picked for. And he was expecting them to help? There's no guarantee that they'd actually be nice enough to do so, but they wouldn't even understand to begin with. But urgency clouded all logical judgement, as the man in the black gambeson hastened through the tower corridor to the coffin chamber. They should have already awakened, and to his guess confused, scared. He was pretty much right, to no one's surprise.

Approaching the four newly-arrived was a rather sharp-looking young man in black gambeson and breeches, huffing a little from his travel to the tower. He quickly brushed his hair over his forehead with his hand, gave everyone a quick glance, before letting out one last puff before speaking, in a hurried but seemingly casual tone.

"Everyone up? Everyone good? Functional? Hmm?" He glanced across the rather diverse group of individuals, before cutting right to the chase. "This...never has a good explanation, but I'm going to need you to ready to fight, soon. Yall familiar with it?"

S E C O N D C H A N C E S (An Isekai Adventure)

The Automated Sorcerer

Name: Robert James Avant

Nicknames/Titles: The Automated Sorcerer

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Species: Human

Social status: Independent Contractor

Appearance: A thin and frail eccentric gentleman with steely silver-colored eyes sporting an unusually seen combover hairstyle. He kept his dirt-colored hair short and over his head to leave his forehead bare. Despite being dubbed the sorcerer, he does not wear the typical cloak and hood associated with wizards, but instead prefers a rather aristocratic black wool gambeson worn over a dark-blue tunic and black breech. The gambeson would be long-sleeved whenever he goes out for long, and sleeveless when at home or muddling around his neighborhood.

Personality: On the one hand, Robert is very self-confident, arrogant even, most often expressed in his humor. He is witty, sociable, and does not shy away from most topics, except for a small project that he will only say he's working on. Quite a man to have a conversation with. But this only really happens when Robert is well-engaged in the conversation. If not, then his response will be terse, awkward even. After all, despite the social savviness, Robert is an introvert at heart, often reclusive and a little paranoid when it comes to things he love doing.

Powers/Abilities: Robert is knowledgeable in all forms of magic, and can perform almost all the simple schools of magic at an intermediate level, but comparing to well-trained wizards, he falls behind on pretty much all aspects. He relies on his craftsmanship and engineering knowledge in order to best these individuals.

Skills/Talents: When it comes to spending weeks to create magically-powered piece of machinery that can do the job of five wizards, or an automated magic sensor, Robert is the man to call. He is weak magically, but incredibly efficient and pragmatic whenever he applies them.

Personal possessions:
- Double-edged knife
- A set of simple tools like hammer/axe/ropes
- Crystals for restoring mana

Backstory: He is 29 years old, but his last traces only dates 8 years back in this world. The first time the public knew of his presence was when he introduced a magically-powered heat sensors to automatically guide ballista towards its targets. It was a surreal experience for the onlookers, both commoners and wizards alike. Magic users have long been able to sense heat, but to be able to help guide weapons automatically was unthinkable, and honestly quite unsettling for some of the wizards. He was invited to work on various secret weaponries from various factions, but sensing the discontent amongst the magic-world, Robert politely declined and instead switched to working freelance and on more...positive public work.

This does not really ease tensions between him and the wizards. Their fear was driven by jealousy and elitism that a man of weak magical prowess could do the things they can't do. His eccentricity attitude and appearance made him stand out, while his often high demands from his customers didn't help him. He ran into various incidents with them and after a particularly nasty one decided to move out entirely and set up his headquarter near a small village. There he lived reclusively, working almost obsessively on a project that he refused to speak about, but would still entertain anyone who would pay him a visit.

An isekai roleplay

Also you might wanna put a bunch of them in a hider or something. It's a huge wall of text to read

An isekai roleplay

Tentative CS. It might change/expand depending on the lore created

The Automated Sorcerer

Name: Robert James Avant

Nicknames/Titles: The Automated Sorcerer

Gender: Male

Age: 29

Species: Human

Social status: Independent Contractor

Appearance: A thin and frail eccentric gentleman with steely silver-colored eyes sporting an unusually seen combover hairstyle. He kept his dirt-colored hair short and over his head to leave his forehead bare. Despite being dubbed the sorcerer, he does not wear the typical cloak and hood associated with wizards, but instead prefers a rather aristocratic black wool gambeson worn over a dark-blue tunic and black breech. The gambeson would be long-sleeved whenever he goes out for long, and sleeveless when at home or muddling around his neighborhood.

Personality: On the one hand, Robert is very self-confident, arrogant even, most often expressed in his humor. He is witty, sociable, and does not shy away from most topics, except for a small project that he will only say he's working on. Quite a man to have a conversation with. But this only really happens when Robert is well-engaged in the conversation. If not, then his response will be terse, awkward even. After all, despite the social savviness, Robert is an introvert at heart, often reclusive and a little paranoid when it comes to things he love doing.

Powers/Abilities: Robert is knowledgeable in all forms of magic, and can perform almost all the simple schools of magic at an intermediate level, but comparing to well-trained wizards, he falls behind on pretty much all aspects. He relies on his craftsmanship and engineering knowledge in order to best these individuals.

Skills/Talents: When it comes to spending weeks to create magically-powered piece of machinery that can do the job of five wizards, or an automated magic sensor, Robert is the man to call. He is weak magically, but incredibly efficient and pragmatic whenever he applies them.

Personal possessions:
- Double-edged knife
- A set of simple tools like hammer/axe/ropes
- Crystals for restoring mana

Backstory: He is 29 years old, but his last traces only dates 8 years back in this world. The first time the public knew of his presence was when he introduced a magically-powered heat sensors to automatically guide ballista towards its targets. It was a surreal experience for the onlookers, both commoners and wizards alike. Magic users have long been able to sense heat, but to be able to help guide weapons automatically was unthinkable, and honestly quite unsettling for some of the wizards. He was invited to work on various secret weaponries from various factions, but sensing the discontent amongst the magic-world, Robert politely declined and instead switched to working freelance and on more...positive public work.

This does not really ease tensions between him and the wizards. Their fear was driven by jealousy and elitism that a man of weak magical prowess could do the things they can't do. His eccentricity attitude and appearance made him stand out, while his often high demands from his customers didn't help him. He ran into various incidents with them and after a particularly nasty one decided to move out entirely and set up his headquarter near a small village. There he lived reclusively, working almost obsessively on a project that he refused to speak about, but would still entertain anyone who would pay him a visit.

An isekai roleplay

@Conscripts
Hm. Yeah, I'm liking the concept, but I can see why fleshing it out would be a challenge. I think your signature is relevant here - he needs to have some burning desire in life, I think, in order to be a more compelling character.

Oh! I just had an idea. What if he discovered a technologically advanced, ancient, organic battle-golem, and his life's work is to restore it to full power so he can marry it? It would give him a reason to learn both magic and technology, and love can be a powerful driver.

I've got a bunch of lore behind those things, too...

@Thinslayer

Oh that ones cool. I like the idea of being obsessed over this thing, but not gonna lie it sounds a bit creepy when put that way. Not to worry though, I do have similar backstory ideas to justify this obsession. I can go into PMs if you guys wanna know. Thanks though! Brainstorm I shall continue.

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I feel like Newt would be your characters A) Best Friend or B) Biggest Pain in the Ass, because your magical and he would constantly be "O great wizzy magiker, how cast boom magic?"

@Dark Cloud

How about both? Being the only friend that he doesn't want.

An isekai roleplay

Character-wise, I'm looking at an eccentric, maybe a little paranoid, but quite cocky and witty 'magical engineer'. Basically he incorporates magic into equipment and machineries, or the other way around, creating all sorts of weird but practical stuffs like magic sensors or magic-powered automations. Power-wise, he's nowhere near the magic power of the strongest witch/wizard/magician of the world, but his pragmatism can bridge that gap. I'm considering between him being a native or a computer-programmer isekaied, but just throwing it out there for now.

An isekai roleplay

When I slept yesterday, it was page 3. When I woke up, it was page 7. The activity around here is insane.

In terms of lvl mechanics, I don't have any experience on that as well, since all my previous RP have all been narrative-driven, and if there's any 'leveling' in those RPs, shall we say, they're mostly like the Zelda-ish style you mentioned: as the characters go through trial and tribulation, they get experience and can do things with better efficiency. So I'd vote in favor of that.

An isekai roleplay

Things are slowing down on my end, so I'm interested. Kinda leaning towards the intellectual type, probably a chemist or alchemist. I'll decide fully when there are full details of this RP

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard [Pt. 2 - Open] ~

_{December 30th, Rear Trench}

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"Damn, looks like you all are well-prepared to make someone's ends as painful as they can be."

Michael said, trying to hide the distaste in his voice for such nonsense. He can probably put up with Victoria's somewhat aggressive hint of actually burning people alive, but not this Darcsen's lust for torturing. This was just beyond it for him, but then again, enjoying this wasn't a sign of a normal human being. Either she's just a complete psychopath or something contextual was missing here. But either way, bringing only a machine gun to a trench raid? First of all, it's a stealth mission. Second of all, it's heavy. Michael handled some of them before, he was no slouch when it comes to heavy-lifting, despite the looks. Third of all, if you ran out of your clip, you are just one lame duck sitting there to be shot or slashed. But oh well, she knew her purpose there. Let's just maybe hope that no one really crossed her path, one way or another.

But there are valid advices coming from all three, mostly to pack it light. That is indeed true. He would not certainly want his personal things be handed over to some Imperial troopers who probably would just toss them away once they fed him to the worms. At least maybe his side would have enough courtesy to send them back to his family. But it appeared that they were a lot lighter than he was.

"You people have pistols? Man, it must be so cool." Michael put away the hatchet, cleaned the carbine one last time before swinging it on his shoulders, then had his spade handle attached firmly onto the blade. "I'd just shove this down someone's throat instead." He said with a straight face as he span the spade around effortlessly a couple of times. If anyone met his gazes in response, he'd simply lift his eyebrows suggestively. He had no bayonets, no pistols, no fancy tools. He had a carbine but it was merely for ranged fights. Otherwise it's simply shovel. A hatchet would be better for killing, but the spade for knocking someone cold. And besides, he made it out of the Amone tunnel with this spade, so he sort of considered this his lucky charm.

"Looks like nobody's worried about it to begin with." Michael finally turned to Alex as he leaned himself on the table with the shovels still on him. "It's funny that they expect a sapper and a sniper to do this work for them instea of...you know, dedicated shocktroopers."

For him? He certainly had his worries and fear, but given the experience he had been through with Amone, he was confident enough to not show anything about it.

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