Cu Chulainn

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

Malphas
Delivery!

@Rune_Alchemist

Malphas looked down at the flower, then back at the foxy merchant once more. He simply needed to hand over the flowers to the merchant, but given the circumstances, perhaps he could use these as leverage? There were more things he needed to ask her, after all, especially given this turn of events. An explanation of the flower's effects could be lovely, but he was pressed on time, so he instead went to make a different proclamation: Insurance. Malphas revealed the flower to Lady Mie, but kept it just out of reach as he cleared his throat.

"Before I hand you this flower, I'd like to add to our agreement. Make this transaction sweeter for the both of us, if you will." Malphas grinned, stroking an imaginary beard. He would stroke his own chin if not for fear of the flower's residue ending up on his hands. "I actually had a much easier time retrieving these herbs than I had initially surmised. Perhaps I can get more for you before you leave? In exchange, I wish for your protection. More specifically, I wish to continue to be under your management, and hopefully under your protection. I may not look it, but I am blessed with quite a few talents you may find useful, just believe me! It'd be nice to be out of this village and in the hands of a group who knows the world much better than I... So, what do you say?"

Malphas offered the flower to Lady Mie with a grin. As much as he pondered about becoming a leader of these cultists and mused about his new role as Torchbearer, Malphas was not as pleased to learn he was surrounded by more potential enemies than allies in this village. The Illuminated's clandestine nature also did not seem to have much good outcomes as far as longevity was concerned. He did not want to be landlocked to such a primitive place, after all. If his fate is to be stuck in such a fantastical world where he is destined to rule, then he shall choose a much more lively and exotic place to rule over!

All that aside, while Malphas wished to assure his safety in this arrangement, what he really wants is a way to get a more refined version of these poisoned flowers for his own use. Such opportunities were worth him being employed by someone else. One cannot make it to the top without first starting at the bottom. Malphas learned this lesson in his past life. While he may have had a head start due to his inborn advantages in the past, would this not be the same thing here with all these gifts given to him by the Goddess?

Enter: Into an Isekai World

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Junichiro ran deeper into the forest, putting a fair bit of distance between himself and those he had woken up surrounded by. While it was dark, the night's sky offered enough light for the young man to not run into a tree. Still, traversing these wooded lands in the dead of night was not an easy task, especially for one who lived in a suburban environment their whole life. With this in mind along with the fact that there seems to be no sign of civilization aside from that torii, the runner would soon stop and get back his bearings.

The freeter sat himself behind a tree, leaning against it as he did his best to focus on his breathing. While he didn't get too far off from everyone else, Junichiro still ran a significant distance away. As someone who doesn't jog regularly, it really does feel like he should have been more exhausted from that sprint. Was this adrenaline, or are those long hours doing hard labor starting to bear fruit?

Whatever the case is, Junichiro thought about his position more. He was lost in the wilderness and it's the middle of the night. He has no cellphone, no map, and no idea where he could be aside from being somewhere in Japan. Maybe hearing the others out was a good idea, after all? They seemed just as lost as he did, with one even showing some concern when he started booking it.

Junuchiro sighed at his hastiness once more before gazing up to the stars. He wasn't really one to pay attention to things like constellations and their meanings, but he did remember something about dippers and how they pointed north. What even is a dipper, anyway? Kaoru would have probably known.

"Kaoru." That name left his lips solemnly as he started to think of simpler times. Times when all his problems could have been answered by simply asking his best friend. Knowing him, Kaoru would have rallied everyone together and found them all a way out of the woods by now. But Kaoru isn't here anymore. He's been gone for a long time, and Junichiro had to rely on his own knowledge, to make his own decisions.

Looking up to the sky, Junichiro traced his fingers along the assortment of stars, trying to make some sense out of them. While he wasn't going to try and remember what any of the constellations are, much less if he could recognize any, he was simply trying to find the brightest. Something constant he could refer to, so that he wouldn't be walking in circles. Once that was found, it was only a matter of following it...

Enter: Into an Isekai World

I'll get a post in tomorrow. In a bit of pain atm.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

I might not get a full concept nailed in time due to a series of bad decisions, and it looks like a bunch of people have ideas bettee than mine. I'll probs pull back my interest in this case and wish everyone luck! o7

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

I think my character concept is nailed.

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

f i s h g i r l s ?

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten

Hello.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

I'm fine with things slowing down. Been a bit hard for me to keep up recently.

[RTD] Vayrgroedt: The Tratiené Settlement Project

Lawrick yawned as he marched through the empty streets, his calloused feet scampering softly on the wet, cobbled stone. It was a rather somber morning for the Halfling, although not for reasons one would expect. It was true that the small folk were quite connected to their communities, especially in times like these where it was considered suicide to march out of civilization. Rare is the story of the Halfling hero, having long since past. Better they stay together in their little hovels, living these final nights together as family.

To Lawrick, however, he was more upset that the rain made it harder for him to light his pipe. Unlike his brothers and sisters, he was not one to rely too much on others, at least in a more conventional sense. Rather, he had always taken advantage of the goodwill of his kin, having "convinced" the lot of them to take part in his various schemes and plans. Had he not been a Goodbiscuit, it was likely he'd have been exiled from Gladharrow, his community.

Given the situation he was in, he was basically kicked out as is.

"How hard could it be? Unlike those sourpusses, I've got the recipes all here." Lawrick patted his satchel, mumbling to himself as he muscled through the rain. As soon as word came that Granny was losing her mind, Lawrick was fast on the draw, having been one of the first of her grandchildren to show up and take care of her ailing mind. Of course, this was all a ruse to get closer to her, to use her descending madness as a way of getting her to see him as the favorite grandchild.

As far as things were certain, it ended up working, and Lawrick lived as a modest king for the next few months. Of course, he would have lived comfortably for longer had he not gambled much of his family's fortune away. It seems that even Halflings run out of luck, sometimes. It's because of this that Lawrick was ostracized by his own family, and why he had chosen to undertake such a treacherous journey into the wilds... Not that it mattered to him, anyway. To Lawrick, it was another scheme, after all, butat the very least, it's also a form of atonement. It was a much more honest way of making money than his usual forms of shady business, and it was also restoring the good name of the Goodbiscuits.

"Maybe I should have actually read those recipes and bought a few batches of ingredients before we hit the roads, huh?"

Staring at his satchel for a brief moment, Lawrick laughed off such an idea in the end.

"Nah, I'm all set! How hard could it be to make biscuits out of whatever we find, anyway?"

Enter: Into an Isekai World

these wounds, they will not heal