DracoLunaris

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And so you'd say he's mostly fighting with his fists or anything he finds around him? Like due to his skill as a shapeshifter, he doesn't carry a weapon? I'm just clarifying my train of thought here, I'd probably prefer he not have one but I'm double checking.

@Genkai

yes, I was thinking of shifting being his main combat method, why have lots of armor and weapons when you can turn into a giant spider, horse, shark etc. the answer of coarse is fighting in small spaces vs skilled opponents, which are problems he has never had to face before so those should be interesting problems if/when they happen. As for carrying weapons I was thinking he would have a knife and small hatchet (can't have a dwarf without an ax) but that these are more tools (chopping firewood, gutting fish, etc.) and wouldn't be used in fights.

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Appearance:



Personality:

- Wanderlust - Good-natured - Daring - Impulsive -

Name:

- Andrik Nordin -

Age:

- 105 (which is about 30 in human years) -

Origin:

- Long ago some great long forgotten cataclysm destroyed all the dwarf surface cities on their home island, the only dwarfs that survived are the ones who fled to the deep, in tunnels that took generations to excavate they survive what befell those above. Many are still there, living simple lives tending to underground farms from the light of magma. but some, some wanted to be free, to regain the surface. Over many generations knowledge turned to faith, faith that there was a land further up where there were no cavern walls, where a great ball of magma sat in the ceiling and gave its light across the entire world. A thousand years later dwarfs walked dazed into the sunlight, emerging from the ruins of their former capital city, dropped to their knees and praised the sun.

And they took to their new found freedom with vigor, becoming travelers, journeying till they reached the ocean, learning the art of sailing from the humans and then just kept going. There are therefore a trail of dwarf types: those that still dwell in the dark, those that reached the sun and retook their homes, those that travel the land and finally those that took to the ocean. Many dream of the sky. Our dwarf is one of the sea.-

Life:

- Andrik was born in the later days of the ascension, he learned the art of druidry down in the dark, with his bestial forms he assisted with the digging upwards and fending off the monsters that came to disturbed their holy work. Then he and his family breached the surface and began their travels till they reached the sea. For a people who had scrounged for every drop deep below such an expanse was enrapturing, the ability to travel so far so fast on ships a boon to their freedom. His family became sailors and traders as he learned the creatures of the salty air, the clear waters and the abyssal depths.

While some were content to stay in one group of islands or one trade route Andrik roamed far and wide, using his shape shifting to spend time away from people and explore places where they couldn’t go or acting as a guard, merchant or navigator on trade craft traveling to lands far away. He has become that seldom seen uncle who sometimes shows up out of the blue with gifts from far away lands for his nieces and nephews-

Talents:

- Sailing -

- way-finding -

- brewing -

- bartering -

Flaws:

- hates being confined -

- turns to Alcohol when stressed. -

Combat:

- Andrik has done quite a bit of fighting over the years, first against monsters from the deep as a young dwarf and later against pirates or aggressive sea creatures, though these events where more uncommon. In all these things he has the tactic of a beast, be big and scary and if you must fight hurt your enemies till they get it in their heads that it’s a good idea to run. There is little finesse, either be big and scary, fast and vicious or flee to find some lads to help you with the problem.

Druid Shapeshift: up to about the size of an orca and down to the size of a bat. Only gains physical attributes and not magical, if he turned into a basilisk he couldn’t turn people to stone but he would be big scary snake. Similarly turn into a magically or psychically gifted race does not let him use their skills.
Shape changing is almost instant but rapid shifting is tiring and depending on how tired (or drunk) he is he might not get the right shape. Injuries persist from one form to the next. Can turn into creatures from the sea and the underground, into Domesticated animals and can lean new forms through study of specimens-

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

The Mind and the Bees both watched as Vanessa very sensibly got Toony to make her some gloves and then pulled out the canister. The slime guy seemed mostly unharmed once the obstruction was removed as he flailed back to life.

”take us to you leader!“

… there was a sound of a being without a neck clearing it’s throat

“You're most welcome mr Kallo. Are you an associate of one Zane Heron? We are the interplanetary space friends”

There was much pointing to the floating banner by the bees.

“and I believe you were sent to bring us to him so we could help him organize a party?”

Hopefully they could now find out what exactly this party involved, hopefully they were not expected to perform any street crime and were just helping with decorations, but The Mind had a sinking suspicion they were going to be playing the heroic rescuers in some complicated and dangerous performance.

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So if you have space I might make a dwarf sailor druid/cleric character for this. or more of an inverse dwarf. you'll see what I mean.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Naija

Location: Outside the abandoned castle
Interacting with: Gwendolyn@Holy Soldier
mentions: Fox McCloud@Etherean Fire, Hapu@ToadRopes
Word Count: 576
Seed deployed: none

Having successfully pulled the princess from Brigan’s grasp the two of them had a brief argument about the use of the cauldron before Brigan decided to bail on them. Apparently he did not appreciate the whole end of the world thing meant running away was kind of pointless, if the hero's failed here there would be nowhere left to run too.

”What a jerk”

Naija was then pulled skywards by Gwendolyn and the two of them watched from above as the heros were bombarded with fire, Fox’s reflecting device not entirely saving him from the oncoming rush of flames. It was fortunate he was not killed, but unfortunately they had no more healing items and as far as she could tell no way to get any more till they returned to the tetris castle with all the pozons being sucked up by odin. Though of course if they did kill odin then he would presumably pop into phozons that could be used to make plants to heal fox.

”We can talk about how I know about you later, right now we gotta stop Odin”

At this moment Quina, who had been absent from the proceedings up till this point and whom Naija was very relieved to see was alive, arrived on the scene along with a chain wielding warrior. They all worked with the shadowy knight and together brought the mighty odin crashing to the ground, leaving an opening for the rest to strike him with impunity. While she appreciated Hapu’s concern for her well being they had to act now, though the existence of a safe zone from the ravenous flames was definitely going to come in handy.

Naija was without weapon, she needed something to hit him with and the desecrated forest held little that could harm odin except...

Balor.

The massive blue glowing sphere lay on the ground before its master, slack on the chain that bound it too him. With the jugonoaghts arms bound or distracted he would not be able to stop her ‘borrowing’ his hideous weapon. Even if he did that was one less arm trying to swat at those who had constrained him.

She flew to the sapphire soul eater, a spiked orb about as big as she was and sung the bind song, the verse, the essence of life itself, wrapped around the orb of death and allowed her to carry it effortlessly. She would fly skyward, rising straight up till the chain was at its maximum length and for a moment Balor would hang above the demon king like the sword of damocles.

”Look out below!” she would yell at the shadowknight currently on the kings back and to any others who had come in to strike a close ranged blow, warning them to get out of the way.

Then Naija would let out her song once more, deliver a swift kick to the top of the ball to send it on it’s way and then let gravity do the rest. It would almost be like all of the demon king's victims getting a chance to strike back at their killer, their vengeful voices raised as one as Balor screamed through the air downwards towards it’s corrupted master. With the setup time this would require it was likely the others could get in a few attacks before the massive sphere smashed into Odin.

Her blow struck she would continue to hover above the king and some way behind where he would be facing if he got up again, ready to try and strike him once more or to act as a rescuer that would swoop in and try and pull her allies out of the way of his retaliatory strikes using the high dexterity provided by her wings.

The City of Gems

@The1Rolling1Boy
*the rp makes the sound a rock would make if you poked it*

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Sister Sophia vs Queen Clotho

Round 1
The whispering woods – the Forest King

Sophia ignored the pills for now and instead raised a single bolt pistol, aiming it squarely at the Clotho, who had risen from her seat behind the aber screen, drawing her sword and standing at the ready. At the word go she pulled the trigger, the shell hurtling towards the screen propelled by both the powder and by further boosted by a rocket jet on the back. At the same moment the swarm queen took off, her 4 wings buzzing as she hurtled out of the box. The bullet slammed into the screen but was surprisingly reflected by a strange glow covering the material, the shot flying off into room before detonating in mid air like a tiny flak shell.

Sophia had the range advantage and was going to make every advantage of it, saying on the ground so she could have a more stable firing platform she tracked the nimble bug woman as she began to try and get closer to Sophia. She had the xenos in her sights, but right when she was pulling the trigger Clotho suddenly changed direction in an instant but Sophia's arm continued to trace Clotho’s previous movement as she finishes depressing the trigger.

And she missed. So she fired again. And she missed. And then she missed again. And she fired again, and then she missed. And then she fired, then she fired again, she missed both times. And then she fired and she missed. This went on until

click

”You may wish to work on your aiming”

The bolt pistol was empty and Clotho had easily closed the distance between them, in the few moments she had before the swordfighter got in for a stab at her eyes, neck or armpits she drew the falmer, and let of a torrent of flame towards the bug queen. Once again Clotho changed direction in reaction, but this time Sophia could adjust the burning wall of flame and make it close in on Clotho, forcing her to pull out of it’s range, as getting closer would mean her gossamer wings would be caught in the flames.

Clotho pulled back out of the reach of the flame pistol and hovered, for a moment the two women simply stared at each other, considering their options. Sophia was rather relieved that she did not try again, her flamer having half of its tank left remaining from seeing her off the first time and only one spare tank remained.

”I suppose this will be dragging on for a bit then, till you tire or leave an opening”

Clotho let out an audible sigh at this ongoing waste of her time, her voice as ever a practical monotone.

“I shall not rest till you are dead foul insect, for I fight in the name of the Emp””I don’t care what god you're about to join. OPEN THE GATES!”

At their Queens command Myrmidons hidden behind the walls of the arena pulled on the chains connected to the gates around the arena, raising them slowly. Through these gates the innumerable hordes of the Forest King began to swarm, hulking Antlions followed by the lesser Myrmidons entered from 3 sides, while the buzzing Lambents came from behind the walls, hovering near the ceiling and screening Clotho, who was soon lost from sight behind the glowing abdomens of the massive beetles.

Sophia ejected the clip from the spent bolt pistol, the heavy frame that held the bolter shells thudding into the ground next to the pills, and she holstered it before grabbing a fresh clip and pressing it home into the holy weapon. Until she figured out a way of hitting her foe she was going to have to keep the threat of the flamer at the ready to fend of the queen while she dealt with the minions, so she was going to have to fight with one weapon for the time being. That is inconvenient. She takes a deep breath and

”oh and none of that. silence her!”

“...!”

Just before the swarm closes in she sees three Myrmidons up on the sides of the sides, holding gemstones taken from the pile of items that formed the throne, which send soft beams of light that have locked onto Sophia, stealing her voice.
_{oh good, I’ve had more than enough religious drivel for one day}

Two antlions leading the swarm both lunge at her which breaks Sophia from her attempts to wordlessly scream insults at Clotho as she triggers the jetpack she flies up into the buzzing fireflies. The two massive ants crash together as Sophia flies up, the Lambents unable to fire without hitting the ground based troops. Sophia draws a bolt pistol and fires of a trio of shots, punching through the armored bugs carapaces the shells explode inside them, showering their fellows in ichor as Sophia herself flies through the gap in their formation left by the dead bugs. She kicks one of the dead oues into its fellows and uses the momentum along with her jetpack to get clearer, flying out towards the first silencer, the dead bug slamming into another and bringing them both crashing towards the ground below.

”you four pick up an antlion, you lot get over there and be ready to throw, the rest of you get after her”

Now it was Sophia's turn to be the unpredictable flyer, doing barrel rolls and erratic momentum changes she avoided the incoming blasts of napalm shot at her as she approached the first gem bearing bug, whom she landed a blast directly between its more humanoid torso and its ant abdomen, splitting the bug in two its upper half fell to the ground, a second shot smashing the gem it carried. She turns and her eyes go wide at just how fast Clotho closed to the distance, Sophia just barely swerves to the side fast enough, the blade scraping along the outside of her helmet where the slightest delay in her reaction would have sent it directly through the lenses over her eyes.

”Keeping your eyes on me might be wise.”

Clotho spins away from her narrow miss and easily evades Sophia's retaliatory shot, then is immediately hidden from view as the firefly swarm catches up

”not that I’ll make that easy. Antlion carriers, crush her”

Two antlions born by a pair of Lambents each fly straight at her, the massive crushing jaws will probably tear her apart, her power armor can protect her from most of the bugs attacks but she is pretty share that if those get her in their grip she is done for. They are also very resilient to bolter fire. Sophia instead takes aim at the first approaching carriers, two bolts sailing out in quick succession, one popping the head of the leading Lambent, the other smashing through the left wing of the one behind it, causing it and the antlion to plummet to the ground. The second trio adapt quickly, using the antlion itself as a shield as they approach, bolts chipping ineffectual against its armor, so she swaps out the bolt pistol for the melta pistol. The handheld anti tank weapon produces an intense, energetic beam of heat that is tens of thousands of degrees Centigrade, which melts the bugs armor in milliseconds, cooks its insides in an instant and punches through the other side, igniting the Lambents and then causing their napalm stores to spray onto their fellows as it burns. Several of the nearby Lambents also explode as their napalm stores ignite in a chain reaction and they all tumble from the sky in a burning screeching mess, scattering the trailing ground bugs.

Sofia the rockets away from the rest of them, landing next to the relatively safe area next to the throne as she reloads. 4 bolt clips, 1 and a half flame tanks and 1 and a half charge for the melta. Despite her success she needed to find a way to hit the buzzing queen and fast before she was out of ammo and reinforcements from the rest of the forest king arrived to negate her kills. She would have to save ammunition where possible and use her knife more often in order to buy herself more time to solve this conundrum.

Speaking of the problem: Clotho was standing below the blasted in half Myrmidon, a Lambent which has lost one of its wings and the dropped antlion, who are all just barely alive.

”So I thought I might give you a little demonstration of your fate and what I would much rather be doing than participating in this droll fight”

She kneels down and injects the three with a small stinger on her wrist, they all begin convulsing and chittering in a panic as a strange corruption overwhelms them, their flesh twisting and growing impossibly, horrifyingly. Sophia can only stare transfixed as the change overcomes Clotho’s victims

”You see, I have made this mutagenic serum. Never works the same way twice but it makes just the most interesting monsters for me after only a short transformation period. It’s incredibly painful if the screams of my past subjects are any indication but you can't argue with the results.”

She says all this with a flat, almost academic toan, but you can tell with just how intensely she is watching the three bugs that she is taking some enjoyment from her work.

The torsos transformations completes and it has turned into...

Into!

A a squat thing, about the size of a monkey with miss sized arm that grins gormlessly at the pair.

There is a moment of silence(enforced in Sophia's case) and calm in the arena.
_{that is an ugly yet adorable thing. I shall call him Geromory}

”It’s normally a lot better than that”

She didn’t sound embarrassed, just incredibly disappointed with the thing and she proceeds to pointedly ignore it.

At this point the silence was broken by the two other mutations completing
The antlion's shell split in two and a red skittering thing emerged, all that remained of the antlion was its massive snapping jaws on the end of a long snout.
_{that one is Snips}

The firefly’s shell had instead lengthened and segmented, its legs had fallen off and is jaw expanded to contain three sets of razor sharp teeth, overall forming a massive armored worm.
_{and finally Blinky}

”That's a bit better. As you can see, no predictable or consistent results. I have made hundreds of these out of my fallen advisories and not one has been the same as any of the others. Now. go get her.”

The two creations were about 3 times the size of their creator and quickly adapted to their new strange shapes. Sophia was doubtful of their threat compared to the other ground based bugs until they started moving, both exhibiting an ungodly speed, though one that did not compare to that of their mistress, weaving back and forth to avoid the panicked shots Sophia sent flying in their direction before they both leaped at her. Sophia blasted into the air again and Blinky smashed into the wall behind her, dazing itself briefly. Snips however landed somewhat gracefully and then leaped again, launching itself after the flying Seraphim and, clamping its jaws around her waist, brought both her and itself crashing to the ground. Blinky, having recovered, launched itself at her once more but this time she had drawn the chain knife and stabbed it into the bottom of the worm's mouth, the whirring blade going in between its two jaws and slicing through the beast's underside, splitting it’s belly in two. She hauled the bloody carcass off of herself and then stabbed Snips in its two bobbing hes that it was ineffectual smacking her with, before sawing off one of his pincer jaws to free herself.

The thing had not damaged the armor, but she could feel the bruises beneath from its clamping jaw, which had unfortunately lost some of the antlions strength, and from the subsequent fall. They hurt. Alot. She was going to need those painkillers after this.

”I suppose I will have to use more mutagen next time”

Due to Clotho’s comment Sophia managed to react just in time to deflect the follow up attack with her chain knife, using her weight and the rapid buzzing teeth of the blade forcefully knock the attacks out of the way. One blow parried away from her neck, and a second follow up jab narrowly guided away from her knee before she could draw the flamer again, the inferno once again forcing Clotho to retreat, as well as dealing with the Myrmidons that had been clambering up the barricade towards the throne. She ignited her jetpack, soaring away from the hordes, passing over the center of the arena she put the last tank of promethium into the flamer.

Clotho gave chase and it was in this way, with most of the bugs over near the throne, that they both saw the gormless mutant pick up and eat the red pill from the small bag that had earlier been thrown to the floor.

”Guess we are about to find out what that does”
_{Geromory Nooooooo}

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Looks to me like there's going to be a climatic final round, I hope I haven't peaked already :D

@ColouredCyan

The first to three rounds won is the overall winner of the fight, with that player's third round deciding the battle. If players feel like they want to go on longer, the amount of rounds needed to win can be changed.

@Lugubrious

actually you got 2-3 rounds left

The Crucible - Winner Take All

You've got a sharp eye.

@Lugubrious

I am all ways on the look out for ways too add more Mortasheen to an rp

Clotho does have victims around, but not anywhere near where she currently is.

@Lugubrious

ah OK, I was thinking of doing a sort of roman gladiatorial thing where she releases big beastie, does a little spiel to introduce them, but now that I think about that it might be a bit theatrical for your no nonsense bug queen. Though I could maybe have her mutate some bugs that survive bolter rounds during the fight. hmmm. going to need a little rework of my planed 3 stage fight with this data, but it's my fault for not asking this before setting the fight at the top.

Anyway I hope you have fun with my npc, I know I am going to enjoy working with yours now that I got an example of her talking style.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

“Yes, I'm Clotho.”

@Lugubrious

yes, I'm Kazuma

If she takes the red pill does she wake up in reality where robots farm people for electricity.

references aside, when you mention the swarm queen talking about her experiments while fighting, I assume that would mean she has kept some of the former victims of her mutagen serum about so that she can, well, talk about them as they try to murder her enemies.

edit: also will you be interjecting GM posts between the players npc rounds if they are appropriate? Commentary, neutral mob actions, pill results etc.