Cu Chulainn

Modern Fantasy With Lots of Explosions

Definitely have been looking for a cool urban fantasy roleplay, and this is ticking a lot of those checkboxes so far! I'll stay tuned~

Bronze Castle's Spikes

Galain Jinn

Kobold Farms

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No sooner did Galain realize what he had done was a mistake until after completing his initial swing. His sensitive ears picked up the rustling quite easily, but he did not realize such rustling was indicative of something much worse to come. As such, he was at the forefront of the horde of raptors. A disadvantageous position for sure had it not been for his proficiency with the blade and his specific quirk.

One of his eyes opened, revealing a glint of determination as he once again placed his hand on his blade. Like a flash of thunder, his blade withdrew from its sheath as he swiped at the oncoming wave of birb. To the kobolds, as well as to the rest of his party, the rapid swings of his blade appeared as if he was fashioning a silver net to contain a portion of the horde from advancing. In actuality, Galain was performing a simple swinging exercise, one that was meant to target every single potential opening from an opponent.

As he swung his blade, Galain also kept his feet rooted to the ground. He had chosen to rely not on his frail Elven toughness, but instead the passive ability of his spike. With a standing offense and a hardy stance, Galain was sure he would not be trampled by the likes of these feathered menaces!

The Wayfarer's Guild

I'll probs post last in the order once more, to transition us to a collab~

Fate/Charonioi Klimakes

Somewhere in the hills, District XII

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@DarckLeon@Breo@DostHou

"Agh, what the-!"

Archer quickly skirted away from Saber's advance, rolling away at a moment's notice before his opponent's blade could truly find purchase. Having been overconfident at his ability to maintain range, Archer had miscalculated the amount of time Saber would need to break the distance. Still, it seems their speed happens to be at the same pace, and at the worst case scenario, Archer could just break into a sprint and run off, as his "ability to retreat" seems to be accentuated in this container. Yes, perhaps a closer battle wouldn't be too disadvantageous after all. Archer had his guns ready.

And he wanted to see just how Saber would operate up close.

"Sorry Saber, I won't make it that easy for you!" Archer quipped, the hand cannons in his hands flaring up as they fired towards Saber's direction. While they seemed to be quite dingy in terms of armaments, to truly call them nothing special would be a vast underestimation. It was with these early firearms that Archer had utilized to win all his battles easily, despite their apparent unreliability in the middle ages. As time went on, these sidearms evolved into proper close-quarters weapons used by soldiers around the world, eclipsing the blade or the spear. Through Archer's innovative use of these weapons, their name had forever been cemented in the history of the world as "pistols." In other words, Archer's handguns were much more impressive than their appearance would let on.

"Hope your blade can keep up with my undefeated technique!"

And so, Archer began to run and gun, his new weapons far more suited for mobile, close-quarters combat. While they did not possess the firing rate or stopping power of his previous weapons, Archer's pistols still boasted a similar sense of danger as his rifle, perhaps more so as Archer was not limited to physical ammunition. With each shot, Archer rolled out of the way, doing his utmost best to dodge his opponent's attacks while also utilizing the cover of the trees to his advantage. While Archer had not stepped foot in Budapest in his lifetime, the terrain itself was similar to the conditions he was forced to fight in, so adapting his movements was easy enough. As far as his accuracy went, it definitely held true to what one would expect from the Knight of the Bow. If anything, it seemed almost predictable.

Archer followed a pattern of firing and disengaging quickly. Every single one of his shots was consistently aimed square at Saber's torso. Of course, that much only made sense, as one's center mass is the best target to ensure maximum accuracy and damage. While consistent, it seemed that Archer's marksmanship was rather routine and unimpressive. At the same time, unless Saber possessed a certain sense of battle insight, Archer's attacks still maintained an air of unpredictability. It's as if the trees were playing tricks on Saber's mind whenever Archer disengaged. In other words, Archer's annoying fighting style was harder to adjust to, even this close!

"Come on, Saber! Show me the swordsmanship that you foolish knights pride yourselves over! Show me why you are called the Knight of the Sword!"

Archer would continue to play this cat-and-mouse game as much as Saber wished to participate. At the same time, it seemed that Archer's avenue of escape began to thin itself down. Of course, this was because Archer was leading Saber to open ground once more, where they would stand on more equal footing. Why an Archer would want to lead his opponent to such a disadvantageous position for himself was up for debate, but this much was certain. If Saber did not choose to change the tone of battle, then he'd be playing right into Archer's hand!

The Wayfarer's Guild

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@Guilty Spark@Dark Cloud@Haha@PrankFox

Khol was... quite confused at the reactions of his allies-to-be. Two of them were so willing to open themselves up to him, despite his cold exterior, and the third didn't seem too appalled by his presence. Perhaps they sought something more from him? No, that couldn't be the case. What did he have to give to them, anyway? No, it's more likely they don't recognize him for what he is. It's the only logical solution, after all. For now, then, Khol would play along with these pleasantries, still keeping aware to not make too many lasting attachments.

"Ah, I haven't had liquor before..." Khol answered Koth with the sincerity of a child as he slowly shook his hand with a firm and guarded grip. Khol had indeed never consumed strong alcohol before, although he wonders if it was for good reason. There were many things he had gone through during his earlier years for the sake of awakening The Beast, so perhaps alcohol would subdue it to some degree? It was something Khol had given some honest thought over. Perhaps he'll drink alone, at first, and see what The Beast would do then?

As for the Yanaski, Khol nodded his head to the side at her remark, confused. She could... smell him, but was still not afraid? Perhaps this was a peculiarity of her kind? Or perhaps this was to point out that they were kindred spirits who must wander the wilds. She seemed the least civilized of them all, for sure. The gift she had given him was much stranger, especially for one who has never received a gift before. It was... some sort of seed? Was he supposed to eat it? Whatever it was, Khol acknowledged the seed for what it might be, and gave the strange woman a nod as a response to her bowing out, placing it into his pocket.

"I'll... treasure it?" He responded, not fully hiding his insecurity in his otherwise stoic demeanor.

Stepping back once more as Tati'yana approached Koth, Khol crossed his arms once more. Unlike earlier, he appeared less guarded than he was earlier, but there were still clear barriers set in stone for whoever wished to approach him. As he had done so, he took a quick side glance at the Dragonborn, giving him a nod of acknowledgment, as well. It seemed that he too didn't feel comfortable around others, although it was likely due to the tidings of a certain other reptile in the group. At the same time, Khol did not wish to remain too friendly with Hawks. He did seem to be some sort of mage after all, and mages weren't to be trusted. Ah well, at least the mage had the most sense of them all.

"So what do you have for us?" Khol asked Logrim after a long sigh, mentally exhausted from the exchange of pleasantries alone. He wanted to do what he needed to do fast, not keen on standing here all day playing twenty one questions. "I've got a sword, and I know how to use it if that's what you're wondering." Khol nodded in the direction of the massive broadsword chained to his back, raising his chin up like the thug he once was. A stroke of confidence, a slight change in demeanor...

It seemed that Khol was not the impatient one in the party, but...

The Wayfarer's Guild

Think it would be best to collab after the update, if anything.

Regardless, I'll respond with Khol in a bit~

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I'm fine with a collab uwu

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Will wait for the next update for Khol to reply to Koth and co., most likely.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Malphas
Foxy Grandpa

@Rune_Alchemist

Malphas grinned at his night well spent. As much of a man of faith that he was, the only teachings from a book of faith he taught that night were from a certain ancient Indian text. It was pleasant that the goddess had given Malphas such a flexible body, something he would take more advantage of for the days to come. The night before had filled Malphas with a new confidence that he could easily pick up archery, among other talents he wished to pursue.

Today, however, Malphas was focused on shopping and haggling, a skill he had already perfected in the modern world. It was a better use of his silver tongue than whatever he had done last night, after all. His goal was only to get some goods and leave for this strange temple henceforth, but it seemed that he had woken up too early. Rather than a bustling marketplace, he would instead encounter a peculiar shop of sorts surrounded by what resembled ancient soldiers of the far east. Malphas wondered if such warriors also came from the eastern portion of the land. It was a funny thought, for sure!

With no other options, Malphas made his way into the tent, wary of the argument between a customer and what seemed to be the proprietor of this business. Another girl with fox ears? She looked... familiar. Malphas can't quite put his finger on just where he might have seen her before, but he shrugged it off nonetheless. If it was important, then he'd remember, after all. Ah well, she seemed amicable enough. Perhaps she'd cut him a deal! Or perhaps she was worldly enough to know what the symbol on that stone was.

In any case, Malphas browsed for now. If there were samurai, perhaps there would also be katanas? Malphas was tempted to trade in his two weapons for such a masterpiece... he owned about five Japanese swords in his past time, after all! At the same time, to practice swordsmanship when he could just as easily utilize a sturdy enough bow... It did not seem like a good return on investment to do such a thing. So instead, he looked for a quiver of arrows, a set of robes to replace this unsightly starter garb, and perhaps some non-perishables, if his three silver would suffice?

And he would also ask about the symbol of this stone once his purchases were complete.

"Excuse me! How much for this and that?" Malphas asked, pointing at the goods he wished to procure. "Ah... if it's more than five silver in total, perhaps we could work out a deal?" Always aim higher than what you have.

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@Guilty Spark@Dark Cloud@Haha@PrankFox

The Half-Giant stood there silently, his distance from the others short but notable. His scarred arms were crossed, his demeanor guarded and his head bowed. Despite his large size, it seemed as if he was trying to shrink away from everyone else ever so slightly. No, it seemed a better analogy for what he tried to do was fade into the background, like some sort of statue. It was quite difficult to do so, given his stature, but he remained quiet and seemed to not react to this strange troupe he found himself. At the same time, his aura seemed to be the most exerted of them all, especially to those who are magically sensitive. A shame, really.

Logrim, their handler, seemed quieter and more well-kept than most of the orcs the vagrant has seen before in the wilds. It made sense, especially for someone higher up on the Guild. The first to introduce themselves, the stout Koth, seemed much truer to the stereotype, which was never too bad to have as an ally. The reptilian girl, Tah-tee-yah-nah? She was the strangest of them all, the wanderer feeling some sort of kinship with another wild soul, silently agreeing as she remained guarded amongst them for but a brief moment before amicably speaking to Koth. And finally, the Dragonborn, who seemed the wisest of them all, as well as the most mystically inclined. Possibly a mage, for better or worse.

The former bandit could not help but chuckle slightly at everyone's introduction, realizing that each initiate had introduced themselves by height. It was the little things that he noticed quite easily, after all. His senses were keen, which made it easier to do so as it always helped to focus on such small things in order to drown out the countless torture he had endured. It's how he coped throughout his life, how he held back his pain and suffering, and more importantly, how he kept The Beast Within abated. It was at that moment that his blood froze, realizing it was his turn to introduce himself. Imposter syndrome began to set in as he found himself among this group, wondering if he really belonged. Would they welcome him if they knew what his sins were? That he was the Wolf of Hallowood? A thug, a murderer, a monster?

"Khol, like the stone." The Half-Giant finally introduced himself to the others, his rough voice only hinting at his internal torment. He hated his name, as it was given to him to remind him of what little use he had with his former family; fuel for the mages. Still, it was the only name he had known, the only one that he had chosen to stick to out of the many horrible things he was called before. "Don't get in my way, and I won't get in yours." A promise was made to his allies to keep their distance, not because of an apparent revulsion, but because he knew that no matter who his allies were, no matter what darker deeds they may have committed, none of them deserved to meet him when that thing would take over.

After introducing himself, Khol bowed his head down once more, not wishing to disclose anything else about himself at this time. At the same time, he did keep an eye out, gauging their reactions. Khol expected disgust, hatred, fear. It's all the Wolf of Hallowood had deserved, after all.