Cu Chulainn

The Mystery of Castle Larendale

@Sanguine Rose

I was thinking a Favored Soul, or at the very least, a Duskblade

Fate/esoterica

I'm totally fine with giving JB my Master slot, if anything.

Fate/esoterica Interest Check

Ooooooh, interested. I think I'll step out of my comfort zone and roll up a Berserker, if that isn't taken yet.

But I'll roll up my Master, first, because that's always the bit I get stuck on.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, Showing everyone how it's done.

@Hekazu@The Harbinger of Ferocity

The Shadow that Cesar was facing took a good chunk out of him with that last hit... Cesar only faltered slightly from that hit, gripping his sword tightly as he planned to give that shadow a piece of his mind...

Well, before thar crazy dwarf blasted it to oblivion... that's a dwarf, right?

Cesar sighed, briefly, before taking a look at how his allies are doing. Well, they seem to be doing all fine and dandy, except for the part where they've all missed their attacks.

Looks like I have to take care of things myself, eh?

Cesar dashed towards the nearest Shadow, brandishing his dazzling blade as he ran it through with a quick slash. The attack caused the darkness of the Shadow to fade away, brightened by the light of his blade. Grinning at his kill, Cesar eagerly looked up to the two more Shadows harassing his allies, a surge of courage filling him as he proceeded forward.

"Have at me, putos! Cesar called to the duo of Shadows as he approached them, spinning his blade in his hands, making a dazzling display of deadly grace and undaunted prowess.

"There's only two of you, and one of me."

Cesar's turn

HP: 11/21
AC: 21
Bardic Inspiration: 0/3

Cesar moved south until he was adjacent to the nearest Shadow, using a Blade Flourish action to attack the Shadow, hitting with a 22 attack roll, dealing 8 Slashing and 2 Radiant damage, slaying his opponent. Next, he moved east until he was in between the reach of the two other Shadows, using a Defensive Flourish as part of his Blade Flourish and expending a Bardic Inspiration die to grant him 6 bonus Armor Class, to add up to a total of 21 Armor Class until the end of his next turn. Cesar finally uses his free action in an attempt to taunt the two Shadows in front of him.

The Mystery of Castle Larendale

Two questions: Is there a certain pantheon we are following for this roleplay regarding deities, or do we just sort of make our own?

And while we aren't using mechanics, is it possible to be one of the supplement classes/races?

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

Aye aye, relocated! It was jarring seeing that the Characters tab was always unread, but my post seemed to fix that!

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

The Vengeful Hunter

Name: Pharis

Race: Bosmer

Gender: Male

Appearance: Pharis stands at 5'4, as Bosmeri males are normally short, with a slim, lean frame and an athletic physique. His skin is a dark biege tone, a few scars darting his body from his more vicious hunts. Pharis's long hair is a dark brown color, tied into a tail, and his eyes are a maroon color, sporting a short beard. He has the habit of using dried blood as facepaint, painting four horizontal lines on the sides of his cheek (with two on each side).

Personality: Pharis is a mostly quiet individual who tends to keep to himself at times. This stems from his times living as a hunter, and him now being a fugitive. This doesn't mean he's antisocial, however, and is actually a quite friendly person when approached and conversed with, once suspicions have been calmed down.
Pharis has strong ties to Valenwood traditions, being raised in a community that practices the teachings of Y'ffre. As such, Pharis follows the Green Pact, to some respect, swearing not to harm or consume any vegetation or plant life. He doesn't mind if others give him items manufactured from such material so long as it wasn't made from the plant life of the Valenwood. He also doesn't see things such as fungi as "plant-life" and will happily consume or otherwise utilize such materials. As far as cannibalism goes, he only feeds on the remains those who he believes are "worthy foes," only fasting himself before a battle if he knows there will be such opposition he will face. He also practices this because he knows well enough how many others see cannibalism, and won't practice such in front of others... most of the time, at least.
While he is a mostly friendly person, Pharis does sport a rather quick temper to certain things. Those who do not respect his pact with Y'ffre or consider his beliefs "barbaric" aggravate him the most. This does not mean he treats all those who believe his beliefs are strange with outright hostility. He only wishes that others treat his beliefs with respect. As a result, Pharis harbors a seething hatred for the Thalmor, who burned down his clanhouse and who believe his people are savages.

Birthsign: The Warrior

Skills:
Major: Archery, Stealth, Evasion, Survival, Athletics
Minor: Tanning, Alchemy, Trapping, Fletching/Bowmaking, Close-Quarters (Dagger)

Equipment: Pharis sports Leather Armor, crafted by himself, reinforced with bits of bone. The armor is tied together tightly to minimize noise made. Pharis also wears a Black Wolf Hide Cloak, using it both as a means to keep warm and to help him skulk around in the woods, or within the shadows.
For weapons, Pharis carries a Laminated Bone Shortbow, a prized possession of his, as well as 25 Bone Arrows, fletched by himself. In case his opponents get too close, or for when he's gathering the meat and skins of his recently hunted quarry, Pharis has a Bone Dagger sheathed in his boot.

Brief History: Pharis was born in Valenwood, and like most Bosmer, was raised in the teachings of Y'ffre. Known as the most talented of the young hunters from his small community, Pharis became a sort of local celebrity. Word of this went to a Thalmor outpost, who believed he would serve the Aldmeri Dominion well if drafted. A Thalmor agent approached Pharis and proposed thet he would serve well in the coming war. Pharis refused politely, saying that he'd prefer to stay and continue providing for his clan. For some reason, the Thalmor agent was angry at his reply, but accepted it regardless. A few days later, on his return from his daily hunt, he found that his clanhouse had been burned down. He was then approached by the Thalmor agent again, this time with an entourage, who told him that he doesn't have a clan to worry about anymore, and as such, there's nothing holding him back from joining the Dominion's standing army. Enraged from this attack, Pharis shot an arrow through the Thalmor's eye, killing him before escaping the Thalmor's grasps. Now, as a fugitive of the Dominion, Pharis seeks a way to get his full vengeance on the Thalmor and eliminate their hold on Valenwood, so he could return to his homeland once more.

D&D (but no dice roll) small group campaign: The Mystery of Castle Larendale

Sounds interesting. Could always use a good ol' fashioned DnD styled roleplay without all the mechanics and dice.

Fate/Empty Providence

Added Odysseus's entrance to the end of my last post.

Fate/Empty Providence

Matsunaga Hisoka and Cao Cao

Potluck (Crashed), Eastern Field

"Well, it'd still be a good idea to check it ou-"

Hisoka was rudely interrupted the moment that thing crashed into the ground. Luckily for him, however, he finished his second burger, and was almost about to grab a third. Assassin looked up to the thing that landed, and after anticipating an attack, dove into Hisoka and bringing them both out of the way from its oncoming tower strike.

Once Hisoka got his bearing back, he began to observe the golem more. It was a great and imposing structure, worthy by appearance alone to be called a Demonic Castle. Its very being threatened to destroy every single one of these Heroic Spirits, to unravel the very fabric that is this Holy Grail War. This was most apparent by the shields surrounding it.

Do not attack it directly. We will need to find a way to bring those shields down. Hisoka communicated to his servant, Assassin, who nodded back in agreement. Hisoka took a deep breath, preparing to use his magecraft.

"Enhancement of Self; Celerity!" He uttered, his magic circuits flaring as prana surged through them. His body felt faster, his reaction enhanced, and his body feeling lighter; not that his spell gave him a lighter frame. He was just filled with a sense of speed. He needed it, in order to react quicker to its attacks.

Hisoka looked up to the golem, seeing it prepare an attack. A punch. The way it winded it up, the way it prepared its attacked... it was as if the golem fought using a style of martial arts... whatever style it was using, however, was unclear to the magus. Still, he was certain enough what it was going to do...

"It's about throw a punch! Get out of the way! Hisoka exclaimed, before Assassin went over to save his life again, bringing him out of the way. The attack was faster than Hisoka would've avoided at this state. Now it was clear to Hisoka that this golem was more than impressive...

Assassin brought Hisoka a few good pces away from the Demonic Castle, somewhere where he was away its reach.

"Looks like we'll have you hold back here, for now, Matsunaga." Assassin uttered, as he drew bejeweled jian. While his Agility scores were high enough (as expected of an Assassin class Heroic Spirit of Cao Cao stature,) his other physical attributes were average for a Servant. Assassin figured a hit-and-run strategy would be best for this sort of opppnent. They just need to take out its shield somehow...

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Odysseus

Crashing a party, Eastern Field

Archer whistled, his hands in his jacket pockets. It seemed that Alex didn't feel like going, although his response wasn't too clear. Well, whatever reason it may be, Archer knew one fact; he was late for the party. He was sure he was late enough to be considered crashing it, even though he had no real intention to, not that it mattered too much to Archer. They were going to talk about that Black-Haired Man, again, more likely than not. And unless his Master decided to transfer his consciousness over to his own eyes, Archer is afraid there was a missed opportunity in collecting more intel on enemy Servants...

Disappointing, really.

Archer saw the party, being about 50 yards away. It looked more like an actual party than a meeting to Archer, almost reminding him of another party he, technically, crashed as well. One with nine distinct partygoers... Eh. No need to cry over spilled blood.

Suddenly, however, something came crashing from the sky. It was a goliath, whatever it was. A living Castle is the best way to describe it... if it even was alive, after all. The Castle began attacking the partygoers indiscriminately. It had the speed and power of a Servant, yet it seemed like none of the Servants had summoned it.

"It looks like there's another interloper on our little War, huh?" Archer chuckled, his clothes glowing with a shimmering light as they changed from his casual attire to his original outfit, fit for battle. Next that appeared was his bow. A long, black bow. It looked almost impossible to be fired, let alone drawn, as the bow appeared to be far too rigid, yet Archer effortlessly knocked an arrow formed of prana back its string, the bow bending back from a mix of both his strength and flexibility. It was a bow that could only be used by one man, and it was such a bow that his status as a King was put on the line for...

Archer focused his shot first before he let it loose, making sure his attack was the strongest he could muster without using the full capabilities of his Noble Phantasm. After the Demonic Castle let loose its second wave of attacks to split up the group, Archer let loose his arrow, aiming dead center at the Castle. His intentions weren't to hit it exactly, but to test its defenses from a direct attack. He didn't have the reliance on his Master supplying him mana, so he had to know exactly what sort of defenses his opponent had so he didn't make any wasteful attacks.