DracoLunaris

Infinity: Intervention

@Whoami seeing as @Out of Touch hasn't been on in 12 days should we just move on without them?

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Naija

level: 4
day/time: day 2 - Afternoon
Location: Mama’s kitchen -> War Room
Interacting with: @Guardian Angel Haruki Frisk Dreemurr, @ZarkunAlice Harnick, @Holy SoldierCloud, @Etherean FireBanjo Kazooie, @WingsOfBronzeBartz

”We lost him? Darn it! Where the heck did he go?”

After bidding farewell to ms Mama she returned to the castle with the others, rather upset about this until she found out about the fact that Guil had apparently located the stolen items. Unfortunately the veterans were not being sent to get them, instead that was the job of a whole host of new heros, some of whom she had seen at mama’s (like the helpful lift giving cloud) and others she was unfamiliar with.

Naija approached the child who had for some reason been put in charge of the mission. In her experience a child in positions of power was a recipe for disaster, but she did only have a sample size of one. As a result she was a little concerned with the choice but assumed the council had used a fair and logical method of deciding who was in charge. The same one that had ended up with her in charge of a squad. ok, slightly less confident in their decision making skills now.

”Tiny human child. I have one vital piece of advice for you: never split the squad. You have to all stick together like glue in order to remains safe. At the very least be in pairs like Slayer suggested. Also try to stick to a plan once you’ve made it.”

Naija’s eyes were locked with Frisks, her tone deadly serious. Some of her maternal instincts had kicked into gear regardless of the child's hero status and she wanted to make sure they made it through this ok even if she couldn’t be there herself.

”Second of all, I want you to have this. It’s a healing fruit we got on our mission. Hopefully you won’t need it but take it just in case.”

Her advice delivered she reached into her inventory and retrieved the napple, handing it over to them.

”Finally, if i could ask a favor. If you happen across a belt and matching set off boots both featuring feathered wings, would you mind acquiring them for me? The thief somehow stole them off of me while I was chasing him and I would very much appreciate you retriving them.”

She asked this last part, a little sheepishly, of the whole squad. She really enjoyed being able to fly and so was hoping that the wings would be with the thief still, or had ended up wherever the soul had gone.

Taric

level: 1
day/time: day 2 - Afternoon
Location: Platform City -> War Room
Interacting with: na
Cooldowns
Bastion: 2/2. linked ally: none

Taric made his way to the War room with the others, taking his time while walking through the castle to admire its architecture.

When it came to the mission briefing room taric hoped his intrusion would not be distracting, he would talk with the organisers of these missions once they were less occupied with sending out a team and get himself involved. He intended to stick with Shantea, Steve and Jack and as none of them seemed to be on this mission at the moment he could bide his time in regards to getting out there.

As for the team itself, Taric was perhaps one of those less bemused by the child on the mission. After all Annie, one of the champions in the league of legends, was but a child herself, yet you would not want to be caught underestimating her pyromancy and giant flaming bear.

Shadowed Apotheosis [Sword and Sandals Fantasy-Magical Apocalypse]

so hopefully this is still alive because I made a char. still a wip, I need to expand the personality section a bit more and obviosly there is the prior run in bit.

Eva

Name: Eva Lundholm
Age: 34
Sex: F
Kingdom/Place of Origin: The City of Krassite



Skills/Abilities:
- Crukosta: a highly spiritual form of combat that looks something like a combination of ballet and brute force smashing of the foe
- wound treatment
- penmanship
- religious studies
- sewing
- a pretty good singing voice

Equipment:
- Judgment: a massive sword whose edge is deliberately dull
- Clarity: a combination essence burner, lantern and flail
- armor
- a small dagger
- tomes and writing equipment
- simple medical supplies like bandages and suture

History:

The city of Krassite is a city known for its scholars, for it features one of the larger libraries in the known world housed within the fortress monastery owned by the Holy Order. It is also know as a center of culture for the region, the royal palace regularly hosting balls and the royal family are generous fosters of the arts. The city itself rest upon two hills, the royal palace of the kingdom upon one and the monastery upon the other. Around them sprawl the housing of the civilian populace, the richest and most devout resting high atop their respective mountain.

Eva was born to a family on the monastery’s hill and at a young age she was inducted into the order as a nun. There She learned more of the gods, every rite and ritual of those still worshiped by the peoples of the land as well as studying the texts on the histories and philosophies that the library recorded. Once she was of age she began martial training to become a defender of the faithful and of the Order's bastion upon the hill. All in the Order where trained partially in the ways of war, as was tradition, yet as keepers of the faith they where not to draw blood and so where trained with mace and blunted sword. Eva showed prowess in these arts and was one of the few who were awarded the rank of guardian, masters of the ancient craft of Crukosta and primary warriors of the order. It was in reality a ceremonial position, it had been centuries since the Order had to take up arms against an actual enemy. Then the Vukash began their conquests.

The city became a hub of research, scholars came from the surrounding lands to make use of the Order’s library and the kingdom's wealth to seek ways of calling forth the gods. In the beginning the Order was on-board with this initiative but the study of the worshiped gods soon fell out of favor and the older gods that might have been best left forgotten became of interest to many who came to the kingdom. For the most part Eva spent this time either assisting in accommodating requests for books or training for the Vukash’s inevitable assault on their lands.

As kingdom after kingdom fell the rich and powerful of Krassite became more and more desperate and so began to employ individuals to engage in much darker methods in the attempt to call to the gods. Initially these were carefully hidden from the public but with each report of disaster from the front lines they grew bolder, more assured that this was the only path, till eventually they were discovered and their misdeeds brought to the attention of the king. To the horror of the Order, they were given the royal blessing to continue and soon the city descended into madness. Larger, more elaborate and depraved rituals were attempted, the blood of innocents ran freely in the streets as they performed their twister rites and unholy ceremonies, calling for gods of old to heed their cries.

The Eva and the Order could not stand for this barbarity and so for the first time in centuries ventured out of their monastery with weapons in hand. Some went to the city below, rallying the populace and soon there was a full scale civil war going on, those who feared the Vukash fighting against those that feared what the nobility where doing.

Eva herself was one of those who went directly towards the palace, battling through those loyal to the king or terrified of the Vulkash till they reached the top of the hill, storming through the corrupted citadel till they finally reached the throne room. Within was an appalling sight, the moans of the dying and the scent of blood filled the air, a great ritual of appalling construction was being performed within. At the center of the ritual was the king and his young son who was bound helplessly in the center of the ritual circle. “Royal blood must be spoiled so that the gods will answer” he decreed. It was unclear whether they would have responded, for when the kings broken body hit the floor, not a drop of blood left him.

The palace was subsequently burned and the boy prince proclaimed the new king, but it was clear to all from which hill the city was now ruled. After all, it was the only one left standing. Eva became one of a number of the orders warriors who worked tirelessly to rout out any surviving cultists, an inquisition that mercilessly hunted those who had taken the lives of their kinsmen in search of salvation. When the order heard of the expedition organised in distant lands tat was to be sent to the dark library she was one of those who volunteered to go as the Orders representatives. She is to stand as a guardian of sanity within that ancient library, to prevent those so desperate for victory against the Vukash from sacrificing their humanity for power.


Personality and Psychological profile:
In a word, devout. She is steadfast, disciplined and ultimately loyal to the Order and her mission to prevent the barbarity that infected her home from ever occurring again. This desire is primarily based upon compassion, the needless suffering of others horrifies her and she acts with fury and holy vigour to correct those injustices. It should be noted that Eva’s rage fueled drive is somewhat unusual with the Order, her first hand witnessing of the extremes of blood sacrifice haunts her and she is determined to stop such unholy practices at all costs.

Beyond her religious duties she is a rather passionate individual. Loud, outspoken and fond of hard liquor

Prior Run-Ins:
Spin off a story about an interaction between the character above and your own. Please be sure to make it an incident worth referring to during the RP. Feuds of some sort are particularly appreciated here.

Apotheosis

”Hmmmm"

Choices choices so many choices. She presumed knife ears probably wanted to go to the library. Lyminia might still want to check out the marketplace? She had no idea what the bloody goblin wanted, which wasn’t much of a change of pace. As for her:

”I could go for lunch right about now"

Hopefully the 3 areas were close together, she would rather not hang around in a library full of books she couldn’t read.

She vaguely listened in on the answers to Lyminia’s questions, noting the disinterest of the gods in people like them. A shame, but not unexpected. Then again there was the chiefs suspicion that one of the gods had something to do with their gifts, so perhaps they were watching, even if they weren't going to respond to questioning. Not that that gave much comfort, the gods watching her while she crashed and burned wasn’t going to get her out of any dangerous situations.

She was pulled from once again wondering which god might be responsible by the appearance of a new goblin who looked to be the same age as them. Pretty short too. She wondered how she got here.

”Hi there" she greeted them ”did ya wake up after us?"

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Sister Sophia

Location: the Park - Quenched Forest Cinders
Talking with: Jin Sunrise @floodtalon

She hadn’t actually thought about the alias situation while she had been here. Far more pressing issues at hand she supposed. Considering they had given her the name of her rank/occupation sunspot was an odd alias in comparison. She wondered if it meant something somewhere.

”Sophia or Seraphim. Up to you”

She continued her steady trudging through the woods towards her destination as she listened to Jin

"Well I kill people for money. And fun. I think whatever religion exists I'm going to hell. So unless your religion is cool with pointless murder than no."

Ah, so he was an assassin, or perhaps a mercenary. His phrasing suggested the former. Useful information if this did come to blows. However she thought that maybe it might not, seeing as her religion wasn’t one of those soft ones that preached mercy and compassion. The Ecclesiarchy was very fond of fire and brimstone approach, she imagined Jin might fit in more than he expected.

”with pointless murder? No. But murder with a purpose? The destruction of the enemies of mankind, the purging of the corrupt and the inhuman from this world? From all worlds! ”

The woman's voice rose with a fiery passion through her speech

"Jin, there is no greater service to the Emperor than to destroy his enemies. From the battlefield to their most private sanctums: no-mater where they die every dead foe is one step closer to glory! Join me, turn your skills to a holy purpose and you shall be rewarded. In this life you shall reap the gains of humanity and when you die in his service you shall ascend to the Emperor's table to live eternal."

In the background Geromory become increasingly disgusted with Sophia's preaching.

”Join us Jin and save your mortal soul from damnation! Join me and we can end this charade of a tournament together. With out forces combined we can destroy the xenos filth and heretical technology that infests these ruins. Think to yourself, is what you desire truly worth trusting a machine that devours souls? How could such a device possibly not be evil? It will inevitably betray you and do something awful instead! After all, this used to be a thriving city, the most advanced in the world. Yet you must have seen it, seen the empty streets, the ruins. What if that device is responsible? What might it do if fed again? Tell me your desire Jin, tell me what you crave so greatly that it is worth this risk?”

She finished, panting slightly. By the time she had finished her raving she was almost halfway to the supply cache.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

how big is the colony anyway. Is it basically a town near a colony ship landing sight, a bunch of small towns a la the old west or something else. I was thinking of maybe either making a character that is the colony's (meager) automated defense system or perhaps an alien trader that got trapped there. Knowing the scale of the colony would be useful in both those circumstances.

War Notes

She paused in eating for a moment when asked about the Doctor

“She’s my aunt I think. Or maybe cousin. Our family tree is pretty confusing as a result of all the adoptions”

Realising this probably made no sense to them without more information she added.

“My grandmother Ambrosia Clemmons was a noble who started adopting children who lost their parents to disease and then encouraging them to become doctors when they grow up.”

Encouraged was perhaps a little bit of an understatement, it was highly unusual to find a Clemmons who was not involved in the medical arts in some way.

“She turned her manor near ze capital into a combination hospital, medical school and orphanage called the Ambrosia Medical Institute. She’s been doing this for years now, so you’ll find Clemmons all over ze country. Some of them have even started settling down and having children. So she is either someone who was adopted and thus my aunt, or ze daughter of someone who was and thus my cousin”

She finished explaining and resumed her eating, listening to what the others might respond until the commotion outside began.

“What is going out there?”

She wondered aloud, putting down her porridge and taking a step out of their little lodgings to investigate. There seemed to be some kind of confrontation going on between a rather well dressed woman (Althea was not much of a military expert and so was unable to identify the uniform even if she had seen it before)and a rather gruff man who might have been a Sargent. Or an Officer. Someone of rank anyway. Althea more or less ignored them both once she caught sight of the wounded and rushed back into the common room, retrieved her bag. It seemed that they were once again going to be interrupted during their meal by the appearance of injured men.

“There's some kind of confrontation and an injured patrol out there. Might have been wolfs like the ones that attacked us.”

She informed anyone who hadn’t gone to investigate themselves before hurrying back out and up to the circle of onlooking troops.

“Could one of you stop gawking and go tell Dr Clemons about ze wounded? I am sure your comrades would appreciate it if they got help as soon as possible”

She asked the soldiers in a polite tone as she stepped past them and very carefully skirted around the confrontation, which Finis had joined since she last looked, and went to help the wounded.

“I have medical training, who need help the most?”

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Squad Leader: Frisk

@Holy Soldier

thanks random generator for once again making a funny choice for the Squad leader

The Nomad ( Sci-fi epic / Post-Apocalyptic survival )

sci fi is always fun, so I'll keep an eye on this to see what you end up doing.

Apotheosis

I don't know why i made this.
your party is:
blood
lava girl
nurgle
talking to pants plants
and a translator