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Neziul@Jangel13 Got it. Thank you for the examples! :)
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@Jangel13 Hmm, it think i get the idea. An example or two not already among the OC's, who i have looked at, might help. XD
If that is ok to ask, i mean.
If that is ok to ask, i mean.
@Jangel13 Interesting. Very interesting indeed.
What sorts of "Gifts" are you allowing for the starter goblins? Any sort of ideas that are not acceptable?
What sorts of "Gifts" are you allowing for the starter goblins? Any sort of ideas that are not acceptable?
Scylla
Servant Berserker
As the armored man came speeding down towards her through the air, his scaled weapons aiming to cut her through in one go, Scylla's smile spread wide and toothy. Eerily wide, as if the excitement and bloodlust was finally rising to the surface in a visible way. The smile was perhaps...unnerving, able to send chills up the spine or easily call up a sense of unease. It was like the gaze of a great predator, looking upon prey with a quite horrifying Cheshire grin. In a deft motion, the smaller form of the white haired girl darted to the side in a leap, her reaction time [Agility: B] up to par for the move. Then as she moved back, her right hand gripped the dirt below, rotating her body around to face as her fingers made tracks in the dirt. That was something a servant was capable of in general without having to be too strong, perhaps, but there was one assumption her opponent had made that was not quite right.
This was no Caster-class servant.
From her landing spot, Scylla activated one of her skills [Monstrous Strength: A], launching herself forwards at the enemy with the ground as her launch pad. And in the wake of her great exertion of primal, monstrous force to launch herself at the enemy with great speed, the ground cracked and ruptured below her feet, a small crater forming as a large hail of dirt and rock was sent flying back (this being not in the direction of Scylla's master and master's friend) from the sheer force alone. As she flew towards her opponent at top speed, her left hand was balled into a fist, one ready to connect with the enemy if it could. If she was right, the man would hit the ground and stick his weapon into it. Potentially, in her mind, this gave her a moment to strike with hellish force [Strength: B (A rank due to Monstrous Strength)] and try to send her opponent flying.
Of course, this was merely her own perceptions and actions being put to the test. However it would work out would depend on her opponent as well, just like in any actual battle.
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Evangeline Henderson
Master of Assassin
House, Near the Beach of Redrock
"Haha, well said from the lips one of the great demons of Japan. I would expect no less! But it takes a lot to get me pretty drunk, after that liver enhancement i had a friend do to me!" the female magus said, laughing as she took another swig of the sake in her hand, which by now was getting pretty low unfortunately, though according to her body something else seemed to be almost picking at her like it was trying to get her even more drunk, "But yeah, i wasn't sure if demons had picky tastes for a moment there, but i do think i was wrong! Heh. I like you already! Yes, we shall save room for the sake later. Gotta be able to take in the good stuff!"
Evangeline then tipped up her bottle, drinking the last of the sake she had in it before dropping the bottle down at her feet with an audible "crack" of breaking glass. It was a rental anywho, and if she died she had no business worrying about leaving crap around the place. Not that she was some pig-sty lover, no even she had standards, but in this case she felt she could be a bit lazy with a servant like this. Demon or not, she was a fellow legendary drinker who seemed to have an array of skills and-...ah. That was the particular skill trying to get to her head too right now. Neat. Especially if she was ok with the crap Evangeline has stocked the whole place with. Course' there was enough food and such to get herself by for a couple weeks too, not to be ignorant of bodily needs beyond the joys of hard drink and companionship in enjoying that hard drink. Haha!
"Ah, but we should get going to the church first. Gets us back here quicker, then i promise to crack out the good Vodka for us. Hurts like hell, but the burn keeps ya warm on cold nights like nothing else but another woman's body snuggled right up-...ahem, anyways," the American woman said, before giving a hearty laugh at what she had been just about to say. She then stated to walk away, off in the direction of her car that could take them (or at least herself if her Assassin here decided otherwise) to the church, "If ya want you can drop that sake in the house till' we get back, probably safer that way if someone comes snooping around. Or hell we could carry it with us if you want, or something else since it's all up to what you want to do with that really."
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@Jangel13@Wildman13 Hello there, just looking around at some places. Though i get the odd feeling i have seen this place before? Has this RP been rebooted lately? XD
Ah, that aside, how extensive is your branching evolution tree for here as well? Just curious. :P
Ah, that aside, how extensive is your branching evolution tree for here as well? Just curious. :P
Cymbeline Lockhart
She would've chuckled in any normal circumstance at the captain's worry about mixing her and her twin sister up, but this matter was entirely serious in nature as it were. With the other mages and such examining for where the curse placed on the earl was, eventually something seemed to turn up in the form of Sir Tiral's crystal turning dark and a sigil appearing on the earl's forehead. Wait, a sigil? Cymbeline perked up a bit as the sigil came into view, stepping forwards as her eyes were trained upon the magical symbol. She stepped close to the Earl, examining the sigil carefully after having seen the result of the earlier dark magic sigil Sir Indrau had destroyed. Her inner mage was annoyed that the man had destroyed it, rather than take actual precaution she felt was necessary for such a thing. To her that was one rule of magic, caution, that she took seriously.
Though her perceptions on past actions and such aside, the girl pulled up part of the hem of her cloak, using her finger to draw a few precautionary sigils on the edge used for isolating magical effects. It was stuff normally used for experiments and keeping the experimenter safe, but in this case it had uses depending on what happened. Then in the middle of these sigils, after activating them, she drew a copy of the sigil on the earl forehead's appearance on her robe. She didn't want to activate this odd thing at all, and didn't put magical energy into it. Yet the precautionary sigils would be for saftey's sake to contain it in case merely drawing it had some effect. Because in all honesty this magic seemed much more potent than the average, and to her that meant it could be more volatile as well.
"Captain, i believe i can start to deconstruct this spell, which might be the safest way to go about this. I can also try to isolate the sigil proper, or at least try, in case there is some secondary measure that has been set up to protect the curse from being removed. I can't stop the main effects of the sigil as they are now, but the isolation would be able to potentially stop new things from activating if there is anything to speak of." the girl said trying to dumb down things as she turned to temporarily speak at the captain once more, looking to Sir Tiral and Sir Indrau briefly each as well as she spoke.
After what happened on the tree, she, they, none of them perhaps had an idea if this would be a trap or not. But for the earl's saftey, she felt that trying to dispel with Indrau's sword again was not going to be the best idea. She could be wrong, however, but that was her perception she had as someone who was trained as a mage and learned the bow secondarily to supplement. Though being younger, part of her internally worried the others would override her due to age regardless of her past magical training. Not that it would be out of spite, but this was a sitaution they needed to take care with.
Though potentially making the earl explode, by trying to brute force dispel the sigil, would not be helpful if that sigil wasn't taken care of more carefully this time. Would be quite gruesome and terrible, really.
@VitaVitaAR@PKMNB0Y@TheFake
The Yuyuko Devastation Zone: aka "A Ransacked Brunch Buffet"
Well, that boy's pet seemed to move at great speeds, faster than she'd even seen a cat laguz move at full speed. Frightening were that thing an enemy, but truly in this case just very useful for finding their quarry and helping to avoid having to deepen the search any more. As they walked into the brunch buffet, Sanaki was left actually somewhat visibly surprised at seeing just how much this "Yuyuko" was eating. Plates stacked higher than she had ever seen, big enough to maybe stick the goddess in if she were to make a joking comparison of size. It was almost like a couple of laguz had come into a beorc inn and ate most of the stock or something. She had expected something more like a proper lady of some sort or such a thing, but at the same time she wasn't as surprised as she could have been considering the odd circumstances they were all in right now. Odd circumstances indeed.
However, surprise shifted into a composed smile as she watched the swordswoman quickly hasten over to her lord's side. Haha, proper or not this Yuyuko seemed to have somehow gained the loyalty of a good warrior. Albeit she got the feeling this retainer's role might be including "babysitter" to an extent, though perhaps this was a more positive variation of that as compared to the nobles of her nation and those who served them. Speaking of which, was whatever doing this just pulling them all in at the latest point in their lives? Could it perhaps affect time as well, such as pulling up those from her nation's past or otherwise as well? Traitorous nobles, or the undead troops from Ashera's Tower during the time the goddess had turned most the continent to stone even? Perhaps Mad King Ashnard? That would be terrifying to imagine coming here, and that would be without divine weapons for facing them down effectively. At least, unless this crowd of individuals had the capabilities to overcome that, which was certainly possible considering how they had handled two wyverns. That aside, she wanted to be positive at this time.
Though as she continued to listen, Ms. Meteora seemed to approach this Yuyuko with questions, trying to see if she had any idea of how she had been brought to this world and if it had also involved what Sanaki assumed as the one who had seemingly opened up holes in the world and spoke to the swordswoman during the UN meeting. The Empress silently nodded lightly to herself in agreement with those questions, though she was not sure if this woman would have answers or not right now. As much as she wanted to be positive in all of this, handling this overall situation still bore on her mind in its gravity and potential danger to this world....and potentially others for all she knew. This would perhaps be a very long while indeed with all of this, and especially if more individuals continued to appear. Two monsters alone were a certain level of powerful, but what if a truly vile person came into this world too that had even greater power? It felt like a nightmare of sorts, though in truth this all was the reality lying before herself and the others that needed to be faced.
Though seeing a reuniting of others also reminded her of home a bit as well. Not exactly something that helped to hold back the tide of any negative feelings she had since arriving here. Away from her home, her nation, her world, Tanith and Sigrun, ah....but she had to hold strong still. Not until the crisis was over. She was an empress, and would need to maintain this statue if she was to potentially be of use to those here. And what use would a young girl crying over homesickness be if she allowed such things to show through in some manner? Nothing...
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Aile
Godzilla's Tokyo 2.0
A great roar, or rather set of them, seemed to fill the smoke and screaming filled air as a few helicopters flew overhead in the direction Aile and even Birdy seemed to be moving in. Even as the Lynel that Birdy had beheaded collapsed into darkness that disappeared, and the group she has smashed with the light post dissipated as well after being killed, even as Aile tried to cut a swath through the crowd as the sounds of deploying military arrived around the perimeter of the area and military craft were being employed, it was obvious that something was here. Something big, and multiple instances of it from the sounds of it. And as the two ladies would make their way towards the epicenter, an even more terrible scene would be awaiting them.
-were moving about a space of London that was, by now, a large damage crater that had become the epicenter of the monster invasion here. Buildings had been knocked over, torn into and collapsing on top of them without issue as debris littered the ground. Streets and where things used to stand were nearly indistinguishable from the utter devastation wrought upon the area, with a few of the smaller monsters also hanging around as well to try to use debris to fortify themselves. Albeit, said structures were mainly piles and large scraps of metal being applied to form what would be flimsy fodder for the two heroines. However, most importantly was a black misty mass sitting in the center of the area, from which at times seemed to come more of the little monsters.
Other smaller monsters were fighting off soldiers, primarily a formerly large a group that had been sent into the center whilst others secured the perimeter to prevent the spread of the monsters. However, with the great numbers of enemies on smaller scale, and the larger ones seeming to soak up the bullets and ammunition of the soldiers on their hides like it was literally nothing of concern as they continued to spread out from the misty mass towards the soldiers and other buildings. Left alone thus far, they had already devastated a large amount of physical space. Left even longer than this, they would perhaps be able to level the city to the ground.
On a positive note, the Lynel's shield also sat there on the ground in front of Birdy, if that could ever be of use.
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@Regitnui Yeah, we could work an idea out if you'd like. :)
Scylla
Servant Berserker
Walking Away From The Redrock Catholic Church
As a servant, Scylla was glad she could understand things like all the other human languages that had arisen since her time. So...interesting really when it came down to it. And her master's friend didn't seem to do well with this "English" anyways, but it was a nice thought to think her master wasn't alone in this. It was so easy for humans to want to isolate themselves, societal creatures as they were, but they didn't really know how it was to become something utterly distanced from the rest of the world. To be a creature spoken of only in legend and hushed whispers to scare young human children and sailors into line. Albeit, she had proven that right for the latter, but that wasn't the main point of her train of thought. True loneliness, caused by the immature actions of a petty witch, and the affections of a god whom she did not care for in return.
A normal thing for the Age of Gods.
"Ah. I guess if you could, you'd want to be able to speak without me knowing what's said, eh Master? haha!" the young-looking Berserker said in English as her master and master's companion went on in German, being blunt with what could be considered a harsh guess at her master's thoughts and feelings.
It was not a guess the Berserker made lightly, but it was an educated one. From the time she had been summoned and noted her class and true name to the blindfolded woman, Scylla had felt a sort of...distance between her and her master. Like a gap, the kind she had felt in life when even he he looked upon her with nothing but scorn and human loathing as he slew her for simply getting in his way. It....was disgusting to feel like that again, but she was more than used to it. Internally it was a little source of frustration, though not something she'd let slip out in her persona outwardly. No, that might just make things worse. So instead she had done her best to be good to her master, but even then such efforts were starting to feel like little to nothing in meaningfulness.
The fact her Mad Enhancement was always off since summoning was perhaps one sign of their relationship as well, for all she knew. Then again it was also logical and made basic sense to not have a wild monster roaring about and messing up things. Haha!
But....to be in this human form again was more than a little nice. The fresh breeze on her skin, the smell of the sea from afar without the metallic stench of blood filling her nostrils at the same time, the ability to eat normal humans foods again. How she had missed those things, and to be able to enjoy them once more was a true treat. Of course in some part it was odd feeling to her, like a wolf wearing sheep's clothing, but that didn't deter her enjoyment at all.
However, Scylla took pause for a moment, her jovial look fading to something...different as they began to pass a certain area. This feeling that seemed to briefly enter the local air, her senses as a servant picking up something on the edge of things that was...familiar. Ah. This couldn't be an Assassin, now could it? Or she wouldn't have been able to pick up anything at all unless they were amidst preparations to attack. Though in any case~
"Master, you and your friend go hide right now, ok? I think i sense an enemy servant nearby," the white-haired teenage servant noted aloud again in English to her master and master's friend, a smile coming back to her face as she finished her speaking, the thrill of excitement thrumming under her veins like a pulse running through her veins and blood vessels.
She was no Caster who could pick things up at a better range than this, but being a servant of course they could sense each other when close enough. And she was picking up something with her senses as a servant, though the faint hint of excitement she almost felt she was noting as well was perhaps her imagination at work. Or was it? Either way she didn't care. Danger was here, and her master needed to get to saftey. Heh. As much as her master might believe a monster saying for her to be safe, eh? Hilarious, really.
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Evangeline Henderson
Master of Assassin
House, Near the Beach of Redrock
"Ah...so your that kind of person, eh? Haha! It's no problem! Just having someone to drink with is good enough for me!" the female master said, taking another swig of her own bottle of sake after speaking to her servant, her jubilant mood not seemingly ruined by the servant's open threat and seeming lack of care for anything but savoring some drink, with Evangeline herself seeming to not mind her servant's conditions set forth as they were without any complaints.
In truth, Evangeline wanted to get this junk over with, but sitting back and drinking was not something she'd argue with. Much less, she'd not argue again her servant here wanting to sit back. Not with those stats and such anyways, which seemed odd for an Assassin. But the name she recognized, mainly from some mulling about stuck in a library once when half-drunk and trying to kill the buzz so she could drive home. A real damned demon as it were, but considering the apparent love of drink the American woman didn't mind the demon not being something like a loyal knights open to her orders or something. So long as at the end of the day they were alive, she felt fine with the arrangement.
"But yeah, once we get back, i'll do a check on my familiars....then maybe show you some of the harder stuff i brought here with me. Not sure how a demon would think of it, but why not try a swig or few, eh?" the female master said, her words sobering up a bit for a minute, but returning to a jovial sort of tone by the end.
The faster they registered with the person at the Church, the faster they got back here. That she was content with.
Her familiars under the house were growing very well, those on the leyline were spreading even faster than that, and that would be crucial to her survival strategy. Her magecraft revolved in part around these familiars, and using them for various means was the crux of her plan. Having a lot of them around meant that she could multi-task things if needed, spy about the town without having to move away at all from her base, even attack or infiltrate from a range as well. They leyline hid the presence of her familiars that were breeding in it like rabbits on aphrodisiacs, and attempts to use Earth Magecraft to attack them greatly risked harming the leyline as a result...which would be bad for any mage wanting to make use of said leyline. Further, any mage trying to use the leyline there in particular could be traced back by here familiars.
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