Cu Chulainn

Fate/Moribund Swarm

I'm cool with either. Private is fun, but I kind of want to reveal who my Servant is.

Fate/Moribund Swarm

Will Servant profiles be kept secret, or are we putting them out loud and proud?

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Jimmy Chong

5:46 AM, March 10th 2020

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

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The sun rises slowly on the horizon, a mesmerizing glow being produced as the sun's rays bounced off the shore. It was a beautiful morning, and being here early in the morning meant having to run into less people. It's exactly the reason why this morning in particular was perfect for a certain person...

A white-haired man of Asian descent jogged down by the shoreline, wearing a white tank-top and a pair of beach shorts. The light layer of sweat dripping from his body as he moved indicated that he had been active for a while. Soon, he reached a rather large rock, stopping and leaning by it. His slim, built form was made even more apparent after he took off his tank top off, hanging it over his shoulder and walking around the rock. After taking a short moment to cool down.

...

Jimmy laid back on a hammock, a chilled bottle of Corona Light in his hands with a lemon slice sticking out its mouth. He adjusted his shades as the glare of the sun bounced off them. Underneath the hammock was a small gym bag, a pair of nice running shoes holding it down as a sort of weight. It was an easy life for Jimmy as he laid low in Brazil. After the incident with the goggles, he felt like his imminent comeback wouldn't be as great if he were incarcerated soon after. All his assets have been frozen, as well, due to his coma, so paying for a nice and expensive lawyer won't be the easiest thing to do, now.

For the past few months, Jimmy Chong has made it by through doing the odd job here and there, using his powers in order to make things a bit faster. Chafing under the need to make a living like a normal person, Jimmy would be sorely out of his comfort zone if not for the fact that he could go wherever he wants to for vacation. He also has become some sort of local celebrity in the form of A Rapidez, stopping crime when it happens, but mostly just walking old ladies down th street or helping with groceries. The costume was easy to come up with, too... he literally just superglued cotton onto a diving suit and a pair of goggles and called it a day. Of course, he has a real costume in the works, right now, which will hopefully be done in the next week or so.

Jun is calling...

Ah, speak of the devil.

"What's up?"

"You know, you're still famous for the guy who destroyed part of New York."

"Ah, man, people are still hung up over that? And it wasn't even all my fault, anyway! I didn't know some flying guy who could lift a bus happened to be in the same state I was in..."

"Yeah, but you could've avoided that altogether if you had just laid low like you're doing right now."

"And what, be painted as a coward by the news? Besides, 'menace' has a better ring to it, anyway, don't you think?"

"Ugh... why did I ever agree to help you, again?"

"I wasn't the one who made that weird synthetic blood that put me in a coma. That's why..."

"You have to bring that up every time we talk, do you? Well, whatever, I've got some good news for you."

"What'chu got?"

"The suit's just about ready. Just working on recreating those goggles. How the hell did they make these in the 40s, anyway?"

"Don't know, ask the military. When do you think you'll have it done?"

"In about... three to four days, actually. It'd be alot faster if you weren't so insistent on making me recreating those goggles, though."

"I have to give the old ones back, either way. It'd be reallt weird if I was running around wearing stolen goggles on my face, after all."

"Yeah, well, just see me at my shop in about five days. You'll like what I did with the suit."

"So long as it doesn't turn me into a lightning bolt, again... ah, hell, some tourist got her selfie-stick stolen. I'll talk to you, later."

"Take care, celebrity."

...

Jimmy put his phone back into his pocket before taking another sip from his beer. As he started putting his running shoes back on, he smiled to himself.

"Celebrity, huh? Has a nice ring to it..."

Modular Pathfinder

Valerio Vexx

Wilderness

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Valerio shuffled his cards as he and his allies searched the caves, a bored expression on his face. He feels like he should have consulted the Harrow before they started venturing out, but decides to not dwell on it too much. Still, however, his paranoia slowly became apparent the longer they traveled through the wilderness. For a moment, he decided to look around, himself. As he surveyed the general area, Valerio hears some rustling in the trees.

"Damn it, it's an ambush, isn't it?" Valerio questioned, drawing a card as he looked up to the trees. All he found instead was but a lowly squirrel, doing naught but... mocking him?

"... False alarm." Valerio grunted, eyeing the squirrel with annoyance. As an attempt to forget whatever he just did, Valerio figured he would continue by scanning the area for any latent magic. Whispering the words to himself and waving his hands in the air, Valerio had cast Detect Magic. As the faint wave of scrying magic slowly pulsed throughout the area, Valerio's readings indicate that there seems to be nothing of magical origin in the immediate area. Before he could detect some more, however, the telltale sound of chuckling continues to break his train of thought.

Turning back around, Valerio once again spots the squirrel, laughing more frantically than before. Valerio also has the feeling that somehow, the squirrel is insulting his mother. Losing his patience, Valerio decided to cast another spell. Touch of Fatigue. Maybe this will shut that rat up...

What followed was a short dispute. Well, dispute's a bit of a strong word... The squirrel leaped on Valerio, biting and clawing at him as he frantically began to beat it to death with his club, his thrown card missing and flying back into his other hand. The squirrel had scurried across the gambler's body as a means to evade his attacks, causing the gambler to hit himself a few times trying to catch the dastardly beast. Finally, after a short display of man-screaming and wild swinging, Valerio had managed to finally beat the woodland creature, raising it in the air victoriously, before dropping it on the ground. As he took a breath, relishing his victory, stifled laughter could be heard from the direction of the party. Turning towards them, he had noticed that Detta had been holding back her laughter.

It was at this moment that Valerio realized how much of a fool he looked like.

"Ah, I was just... finding us lunch!" Valerio had said, with a nervous smile. "How about any of you help me pack it up? I'll be here, looking for a... a stick! Squirrel on a stick! Anyone ever tried one of those? They are divine."

The half-elf felt like he will never live this down. Ever.

D&D 5e - The Lost Lands

Cesar Lorenzo Tidesong Bolivar
The Vale, At The Hall.

Cesar continued forward eagerly, watching his frienss, both deep in enemy lands and back providing ranged suppoet, all laying the hurt on his enemiee. It almost made the rather slow Bard jealous. He felt the need to try and contribue somehow... He could always fire another bolt from his crossbow, but Cesar felt like that would not have enough flair. And throwing your sword can only go a long way, as well...

So instead, the Bard cleared his throat as he proceeded, looking the Night Fury in the... Eyes? Ocular orifices? Orbs?

"You know, I can smell you from here, and it isn't much of a pleasant aroma from where I'm standing!"

Keep trying, Cesar.

Effects

Cesar
HP: 21/21

Cesar runs forward another 30 feet, stopping directly in front of and casting Vicious Mockery on the Night Fury. If hit, it will deal 4 psychic damage.

5e D&D - Mines of Phandelver

Seethe

The Genasi flipped through his small, gem-inlaid spellbook. It had the symbol of the Allianced embroidered on its cover, being a gift from the faction. Not even bothering to look up, Seethe read and waited as his alies waded into combat, with the smelly, strange-sounding Goliath rushing in last and calling him over. As a matter of fact, the Goliath sounded so strange, Seethe had looked up from his book for a second to make sure this was the same Goliath he had been traveling with.

"I'll provide some ranged support from here. Don't worry about me." Seethe had said, nonchalantly as he continued reading his tome. It didn't sound like too much goblins were over where the entire party had been, so it didn't matter too much to the Wizard that he had to be there immediately. He decides to take this brief respite as a breather away from that rotten smell he had to bear with for the past few days.

"Horrendous.." the Genasi said, under his breath.

Effects

Seethe
HP: 8/8
AC: 15

Seethe gives himself an education.

Modular Pathfinder

Valerio Vexx

Nirmathi Ranger Encampment, Nirmathas

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The Tyrant. The dragon. The harsh ruler. Is this what they'll be expecting later in the castle? Perhaps. A dragon does indeed seem too farfetched to have taken over a keep this small, and with how it was taken over by a rogue commander makes this an unlawful takeover. Why would a tyrant be so deep out into the wilderness? Valerio began thinking to himself as he began to shuffle the card back into the deck, stopping before he did so just to look at the card one more time...

The dragon's monstrous visage made Valerio think a bit more on their current whereabouts. They would be traveling for a few hours into the wildernes until they made it to the keep. Perhaps there are beasts on the way to the keep? Dangerous fauna, and perhaps even flora? Being unfamiliar with these lands, Valerio figured knowing about the wildlife as well as any natural threats they may find on the way will be important to expedite their journey.

"Are there any sorts of things you or your scouts could tell us about the land? Any wild animals we should be wary of? Bears? Owls? Owlbears? And what of any sorta of geological landmarks we should keep track of? Quicksand, especially vicious brambles..." Valerio asked as he inspected the two scrolls. Knock and Hold Portal. Open and Shut. These will indeed help with infiltrating the keep, but Valerio hopes that they will not have to use them unless necessary. Hopefully they can rely on Claudia to find a subtle way to enter the keep. Perhaps Valerio can consult the Harrow for further insight. Dropping the gold he earned into his pouch, Valerio nodded as the rest of his allies began to ask their own questions. He'll only need a scroll case to hold these two scrolls, and perhaps the keep could also contain some magical secrets Valerio can use...

The raiders did have a mage with them, after all.

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

Lancer of Red

Day 0

The Deacon Arms Tavern

@1Charak2

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Lancer appeared at his Master's side in a faint flash of light. He had stayed in his spiritual form when they had all retreated. He was ashamed that he was brought down to such a form during his first fight, and didn't want to show himself, especially to the other Servants, now that it was made apparent that his own Master was not a target to the rest after all. Still, Lancer felt like he failed to protect his Master, regardless, as she is here, now, crying and in doubt of her skill. Had he known she was blind, he would have chosen the ability to craft a holy shroud, if it was even possible to grant her one that would give her true sight. And for some odd reason, Lancer's third Noble Phantasm feels far too out of reach for him to access normally... otherwise, he would be able to cure her of her affliction, and possibly replace his own spear with another minor relic.

Lancer may be a saint, but he isn't no miracle worker...

"I do not think you are worthless... far from it. You shouldn't blame yourself for your enemies ambushing you in such a way. They may have the upper hand now, but if we are able to keep our resolve, then we will be able to emerge victorious. Otherwise, all those lives would have been lost in vain."

Lancer had only hoped his words of inspiration would have his Master worry less. As for her interrogation as to who he actually is, Lancer took a kneeling stance, holding his helmet in his arms as he bowed his head.

"Yes, I am the one and true Constantine the Great. While I would be able to prove it to you easily, I am unable to access my third Noble Phantasm, which is a shame, as I will be forced to fight unarmed for the rest of the War. I do have one replacement to my spear that we could use, but I must not draw it. Another... aspect of myself was summoned with me. One that was formed from the opinions of those who aligned me with the other Roman emperors of the past; a bloodthirsty tyrant who wishes only to butcher his enemies. I must not work towards any selfish goals, lest I risk drawing that fiend out... and I won't have any control over myself, or my actions."

"So I must ask of you, my Master, to command me to your bidding, that it is if it contributes towards an honorable cause. I will serve you to the best of my ability so long as we can avoid the darkness that lurks within my core. As for right now, however, I believe it is imperative for us to find a weapon that could replace my spear, any relic or artifact of Christian origins will work, even a blessed cross, if we must."

Modular Pathfinder

Valerio Vexx

Gambler, Soothsayer, and an Extremely Snappy Dresser

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"It's not cheating if the cards were already in my favor."

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Cartomancer 4

Fate/numerus clausus (A Great Holy Grail War RP in Scotland!)

I need to get my post in soon, which hopefully I can do today. Alot of things happened while I was gone, but I'm mostly finished dealing with them. My post will mostly be a summary of what happened before the current events, tho, just to avoid irrelevance.

I apologize, to everyone, truly.