Enkryption

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

C-3 was just excavating herself some Flint, when she heard the familiar squeaks and squeals of Charlotte rejoicing over the screaming of the intruder falling, possibly -- hopefully, perhaps -- to, her death. By curiosity, she found herself overwhelmed, and looked over to see Charlotte hugging some man with an impossibly impassive expression. “So unfaithful,” she narrowed her eyes, and extended her arms; a shortbow and quiver of arrow equipping to her. “I will have to teach you, a stark lesson in stepping out a dragon...”

Beneath her feet, a massive transmutation circle appeared, as her slime bubbled, her torch oil blood boiled, and her flash powder spikes ignited. A phantasmal choir started to vocalize a haunting melody, as she drew an arrow, and a trio of transmutation semi-circles appeared; they pressed together flush, at the fletching, and became one. The semi-circle was jagged at the bottom, like a fanged mouth.

“I am the Shell of my Bomb. Flint in my Body and Oil as my Blood,” she chanted, as she formed a matching semi-circle at the shortbow's arrow shelf, which was jagged at the top, completing the fanged mouth motif. “I have created over a Thousand Explosions; Unknown to Slime; Nor known to Man.” C-3 linked the two semi-circles together, and drew back on the nocked arrow; the singular circle becoming a trio again. “Have withstood Trial to create many Explosives; Yet these Hands will never hold Truth,” she continued her chant, as the shortbow and arrow were covered in slime, and her flames roared and brightened.

“So, as I Craft --” C-3 loosed the arrow, now, a hardened mass of slime, and it sped through the air with a draconic roar; straight at Charlotte. A slumber rage awoke, a faint memory resurfaced, and her magic burst, as she invoked her spell:

“[Carbon Dragon's Fang]...!”

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Attn: @The Irish Tree & @Guess Who

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

It was with a bubbling sigh, that C-3 found herself walking through the forest. Breakfast was in short supply, since Charlotte kept selling off her flash powder and flint to any pliable, rookie Rogue that thought themselves getting a hot deal. Numbers could get confusing, if your merchant had a silver tongue and a black heart. Sure, it was genuinely frustrating to have to go out and gather more, but the things we do for love(treasure), no? As such, she found herself at her favorite, little spot; a plain cliff that overlooked the village, and was hardly bothered by monsters.

Hardly, being the operative word.

Today, unfortunately, it saw the presence of some babbling nutcase.

Not for long, mind. For a dragon did not suffer fools that stood proudly upon their cliffs; nor entertain the insane, as they trod upon their flint nodes; nor idly allow loud trespassers to damage their property.

“Move,” C-3 offers, bodily shoving the strange woman towards the cliff's edge. “Pray, be reborn as someone taciturn,” she offered in prayer, before moving to the flint node that the swordswoman had been stood upon, her sword sheathed inside, “[Excavation: Ore]”

And, most importantly: did not miss breakfast.

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Attn: @Suku

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

A sleeping Slime was a peaceable creature; easy to transport, easy to manipulate. However, an awoken Slime was less so. C-3 was sound asleep, and Charlotte had made the mistake of awakening her -- no, awakening a Dragon. Shifting inside the lute case, the black pool of slime rippled; large spikes of solidifies flash powder swirled, and rose up, as she formed herself. Sternly set, her expressionless eyes roved the room; literal lupid pools of blue-tinted torch oil fashioned into her “eyes” searching for her noisy savior/roommate/teammate(/future mate).

However, she was angry at being woke up.

Scenting the wood-smoke, C-3 formed her legs, and stalked out of the inn; clad in nothing but her slime, and spined. “Charlotte...” she growled. “Charlotte...” C-3 pressed her hand to her belly, and a [Transmutation Circle] etched underneath her hand; gathering flash powder, flint, and torch oil towards the surface. “Gather. Shift. Sift. Stir,” she chanted, “Mix together, [Explosive Ball]!"

Drawing her hand back, she pulled her own slime away in the form of a apple-sized ball, and reared back. “CHARLOTTE!” she roared, fastballing the explosive, aid by her [Foresight]. Even in the middle of her whining and rolling around, the potential Demon King/Queen/Lord/Lady(/Dragon Mate) would be able to hear the whistling of the winged sphere, and the shatter of the solidified slime, as it hit the ground.

There was a massive detonation that followed.

"Fuuuwaaahhhh...~!!!" C-3 yawned, stretching out, before trudging back to the inn.

It was breakfast time -- plus, cool people didn't look at explosion, and Dragons were totally cool people.

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Attn: @The Irish Tree

Menagerie Parade, A Fantasy World of Long Titles and Dumb Plots and Exclamatory Questions!? [Private]

Lv10 Thief	Lv15 Alchemist	Lv5 Sabotuer	Cecilia Camilla Charr; a.k.a. C-3
Lv30	HP: 150	MP: 180
Gender: Female	Age: Unknown	Race: Slime

Adventurer Stats

Strength	3 / 10
Speed	9 / 10
Constitution	5 / 10
Intelligence	6 / 10
Charisma	6 / 10
Luck	9 / 10

Class

Saboteur

An Advanced Class fusing the explosive(-making) talents of an Alchemist with the deceptive (and thieving) wiles of a Thief. Being an Advanced Class, C-3 comes with some of the perks, albeit, not all the functions

Gimmicks

C-3, It’s Not Just A Nickname: Able to using her own slime as a transmutative material, C-3 mixes the receptive, living gelatin with her diet of flash powder, flint, and torch oil. By semi-solidifying these materials into a moldable mass, she can toss them as bombs or design them as traps that explode as a high-yield explosive when introduced to oxygen.

This unlocks the Advanced Class: Saboteur.

Class Skills

Lv10 Thief Level 1, Steal Steal Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: Allows C-3 to "liberate" someone of their items at random. Functioning at a distance, this skill refines, as distance closes between her and the target; however, it is still governed by Luck. Stat: Luck Level 2, Lurk Lurk Level: 2 Skill Type: Class Effect: Allows C-3 to change the color of her slime to match her surrounding in real time. As long as she is merely moving, she cannot be detected by anything below preternatural senses. Stat: None Level 2, Lockpick Lockpick Level: 2 Skill Type: Class Effect: Allows C-3 to bypass any lock that can be picked. Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity Level 3, Shortbow Proficiency Shortbow Proficiency Level: 3 Skill Type: Learned Effect: Allows C-3 to masterfully wield any non-magical shortbow Stat: Dexterity Level 5, Trap Detection Trap Detection Level: 5 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A preternatural skill that gives C-3 a sense of foreign taps within an area 30-feet around her. Stat: Luck Level 7, Foresight (Preceptive) Foresight (Preceptive) Level: 7 Skill Type: Learned Effect: A martial combat skill that allows C-3 by studying her opponent's movements, in real-time, and react to predicted outcomes. Stat: Luck Level 8, Darksight Darksight Level: 8 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A preternatural sense that allows C-3 to see in the darkness with the same clarity as the daylight up to 60-feet. Stat: None Level 10, Enemy Detection Enemy Detection Level: 10 Skill Type: Preternatural Effect: A hypersense that allows for C-3 to gain an awareness of enemies around by sounds and smells. Few methods to subvert this exist for normal creatures and Adventurers. Stat: Luck	Lv15 Alchemist Level 1, Plant Gathering Plant Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Harvest] from any Plant Node. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 2, Mineral Gathering Mineral Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Excavate] from any [Ore] node. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 3, Monster Gathering Monster Gathering Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: A learned skill to [Collect] from any falling [Beast-classified] enemy. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 4, Autopsy Autopsy Level: 3 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemist skill to gather material and knowledge from any corpse. Stat Intelligence and Luck Level 7, Beginner Potion Crafting Beginner Potion Crafting Level: 7 Skill Type: Learned Effect: One of the bread and butter Alchemist skill, learned for crafting Potions at a Beginner Level. Stat: Intelligence Level 6, Explosive Tossing Proficiency Explosive Tossing Proficiency Level: 9 Skill Type: Learned Effect: A learned skill that allows C-3 to throw any explosive item without risking premature detonation. Stat: Intelligence Level 10, Basic Explosive Crafting Basic Explosive Crafting Level: 10 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Basic Explosives. Stat: Intelligence Level 13, Advanced Explosive Crafting Advanced Explosive Crafting Level: 13 Skill Type: Class Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Advanced Explosives. Stat: Intelligence and Luck	Lv5 Sabotuer Level 1, High-yield Explosive Crafting High-yield Explosive Crafting Level: 1 Skill Type: Class Effect: The Pinnacle of the Explosive Crafting Skill, allowing C-3 to craft immense explosives. Stat: Intelligence and Luck Level 2, Explosive Trap-crafting Explosive Trap-crafting Level: 2 Skill Type: Class Effect: A Saboteur skill that allows C-3 to craft Traps that explode when triggered. Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity Level 2, Explosive Trap-laying Explosive Trap-laying Level: 2 Skill Type: Class Effect: A Saboteur skill that allows C-3 to place Explosive Traps without detonating the delicate devices. Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity Level 3, Jury-rigging Jury-rigging Level: 3 Skill Type: Learned Effect: A skill that allows C-3 to repair (or, rather, break) items with equivalent items in place of the raw material. Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity Level 4, False Disable False Disable Level: 4 Skill Type: Class Effect: A Saboteur skill that allows C-3 to disable a trap, and rejigger it to her designs. Stat: Dexterity and Luck Level 5, Studied Precognition Studied Precognition Level: 5 Skill Type:: Preternatural Effect: The bread and butter Saboteur skill that allows C-3 to easily insert herself into another's life near-seamlessly, and grants herself many opportunities to sabotage their life for a week or mission accomplished. Stat: All

Personnel Data (Logged by Adventurer Guild)

Dream: To be a Dragon. It’s a simple dream for a simple girl -- even a Slime Girl.

Home: Gone. Upon once a time, it was upon grassy a hill, which turned into a smoldering crater, rather suddenly, then became a den of treasure and desire, and hosts the responsible dragon to this very day.

Personality: Unabashed acting with all the resolve of a dragon, C-3 charges headfirst into battle with explosives at the ready, or slinks in the darkness; waiting for people to trip over her traps. At first glance, one could easily mistake her for a Arch Wizard with Thief tendencies, being as one-note as she seems to be; however, her magic is all alchemical, and her mindset is on the prize at hand: generally whatever glitters and shines brightest. As such, she acts much in line with a dragon -- or, a common magpie.

Who knows with Slimes?

Background: As a slimeling, C-3 was using her explosive talent for nothing more than simple mischief and self-amusement... unless a passing Dragon with scales of crimson and charcoal swept her hutch away in a single explosive blast, and settled a place to hoard treasure and nest eggs amid the glittering fineries of human life. Unable to process the mass extinction of her home, yet able to understand the vast greatness of the power lain out before her, C-3 studied the way of the dragon, and decided, she would become one -- somehow, someway, someday.

Through her studies, C-3 found that a steady diet of flash powder, flint, and torch oil could emulate the Carbon Dragon’s hard harder to procure diet of magnesium, flint, and petroleum. Additionally, her own slimy flesh (and blood, so to speak) could emulate the heated salivary glands of the Carbon Dragon, and set fire to the explosive mixture inside of her when exposed to oxygen. Thusly, years of training and indulgence in her desire to become a Carbon Dragon, by blow up things and stealing everything she wanted and]or needed, naturally inclined her talents to those of an Alchemist and a Rogue...

...after she was captured for terrorism, found to be genuinely clueless about the wrongfulness of everything she had done, destroyed, and stolen for twenty years , and forced to be rehabilitated as a function member of society, because her losing her powerful, yet untrained talents made justifying her executing her a touch difficult. At least, that’s what the strange, red-haired woman with horns and a tail told the big haired man with the little hammer.

Taken to the Town of Beginners, and unable to choose between the two, C-3 was recommended a rarely chosen Advanced Class, known as Saboteur -- due to most participants, inevitably, blowing themselves up with their closer range, high-yield explosives. Thankful for the strange, horned woman with a whippy tail, C-3 offered her future assistance, if so needed, for a dragon would be an invaluable ally. Even if she was just a Slime... for now.

Inventory

Flasks of Torch Oil
Bags of Flash Powder
Bags of Flint
Adventurer's Gear

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

...it's 3:16 AM, for me, and I'm just wondering where people's posts are...

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

<Snipped quote by The 42nd Gecko>

punch him. That's never worked out and also exactly the reason you should do it.

@Ammokkx

Pfft! Love it.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Marshall

“It’s nothing,” Marshall says. “Just an old sword that I forged for someone I knew, many years ago,” he sighed, “I've many trinkets lying around, many exploits and... let's call them adventures... for innocence's sake,” Harliqueen was a welcome distraction, “Do you want in on the conversation, or just more to eat,” Marshall followed her lazy line of sight, “Food, then.”

Suddenly, he felt it. All but flinging himself to his feet, Marshall extended his sense of self as far out as he could, and grinned. “Finally...” he clenched his right fist, and looked back to Amanita and Cyll, “Find some place to hide, kids. Time for Beasts to play.” It was almost an afterthought, as the immortal set Harliqueen down, and made for the door.

Unhesitatingly, Marshall raced down the path that Mushi and Mucu had, tracing the Sin that came from the same direction, before coming to a full stop. “How curious,” he says, pointing at the woman, “Envy is still more attractive than Lust. And, they say, jealousy is ugly.”

There was a loud bang, as blood, explosively, left the gauntlet -- far more power than usual put into the already powerful shot. Marshall grinned wickedly, and the woman would noticed a all too familiar dagger at her feet. “Been taking care of her for me,” he asks, before a tendril of blood whipped the dagger back to him, “I don’t steal used goods, you know.”

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Attn: @The Irish Tree, @Ammokkx, & @The 42nd Gecko

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Sayaka

A Dream to Outfox ‘Em All

"Child of the Sky..." A voice rang out, calling from within the widespread arms of sleep.

“Huh...? I’m in the ground, though,” grumbled Sayaka, trying to turn over; an impossibly in her current, phantasmal state. “Are you a huge one of those, uh, um...~ Oh! Dhirom!””

"I am the Dawn, and Dusk of creation. I have come to you as you near the brink. Death stalks, and soon it shall reap. Your life comes to a close...yet the Sky has need of you yet. Here, you shall not fall. Here, you shall rise. As one who decides the fate of this bloodstained world, your fate lies beyond these prison walls. Answer me, Child."

"Those who's fates you will entwine with your own...what will you do when the time comes to untie them? When bonds become only a hindrance to your aspirations?"

“I’m not dying! I was napping!” Sayaka huffed, before looking around, “My forest isn't a prison. It doesn't even have walls. I think. There's a lot of those little grass-colored monsters around.”

"This world has need of strength...dare you to carry that burden on your shoulders, when you yourself have failed before you have even begun?"

"What is it that drives your Conviction, Singularity? How do you so fearlessly embark towards the end, knowing the destruction that may await you?"

“I will not. This world will carry me, in honor of the great deeds I've done. My shoulders shall rest upon theirs, so they can rub my belly,” Sayaka purred in delighted expectation. “Yes! The entire world will witness my rumble to the top of the sky, and see me ascend to Primal! The Queen of the Foxes, the new Inari Ōkami! To do so, I will have no fear!”

"Such fragility...yet you shall outlast even the most durable. Such weakness, yet you shall overthrow the undefeated. I will not deny the possibilities that lie within you. Awaken, Children of the Sky. Your hour is at hand."

Attn: @The Irish Tree & Anyone Interested

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First Rumble: Trashing The Goblin Camp

Startled awake from the abrupt ending of her dream, Sayaka shifted in her napping curl, and stretched out. Above her, she heard the march of feet, tired grumbles in a foreign tongue, and she could smell the thick stench of blood. It was the grass-colored monsters that walked on two paws instead of four, and they were going back to their above ground den. Standing in her makeshift den, the cream-furred fox waited until they were far away enough that she could stalk behind them.

[Hrm.They look a lot weaker than usual. Did the big Dhirom give me the opportunity to ascend to my next stage of godliness? I'll surely grow my next tail, if I can beat them, this time.] Sayaka decided, before flattening herself against the ground, and streaking straight for a weary Goblin, and leaping off the earth; strangely serrated teeth catching green flesh and crimson muscle, and rent it all away with her momentum and gravity.

The Queen skidded before her opponents, and howled.

It was rumble time.

The goblin that Sayaka had caught yowled in pain, clutching at the missing hunk of flesh his arm once had while two of his comrades moved in to engage against the strange fox, one slicing downward with a machete in an attempt to lop her head off, while the other performed a similar attack, albeit with a simple club. Behind them, two archers readied arrows, pointed straight at Sayaka.

Sayaka swished her tail, and slung loose soil and grass into the air, before dashing at the archers. They weren't unfamiliar to her; she'd be a nuisance to their camp over the course of then last week, as they were loud and smelly and ate all the good birds and shrews in the area. It was just offensive how they paid the forest queen no tribute or even a small respect -- a darn bow would be pleasing.

Instead, however, they try to commit the most heinous crime of regicide. Simply inexcusable, she decided, as she zipped by legs and arms, and drove her claws into the throat of an archer, and leapt off him to sink her fangs into the throat of the other. [Oh, my Primal! That actually worked!] she squealed, as she did a happy prance by the exsanguinating Goblin. [I mean, of course it worked! I can do anything!]

Sayaka comprised herself, and face her opposition.

Suddenly, one of the goblins blew their horn, his companion charging forward with his shield raised, playing a bit more defensively after realizing how dangerous Sayaka was, he kept his shield covering his neck, while trying to circle around her to swing at the side of her head.

More would arrive if she didn’t silence that horn, but his ally was poised to strike should her attention fall away from him.

[Loud-maker! Finally, someone to announce my arrival!] Sayaka was elated, as she swished her tail against the ground, before kicking up, and pressing to the shield before her. It was as if a full-grown human had set upon him with all their might, as Sayaka impacted the shield-carrier, and bodily crushed him into the ground. [However, your tune offends my ears. It is one-note and bland. Not at a bit worthy of my regality!] she growled, unaware of her crushing act.

Kicking off the ground, she went straight for the hornblower.

Raising up his machete after finishing his horn blowing, the goblin horn master attempted to block her blow with his blade, while his ally recovered and chased after her once more. He wasn’t a match for her speed, but if his friend could stop her for just a moment, he could end this swiftly. At least, that was the plan.

It was a decent plan, save for one unpredictable thing: Sayaka suddenly coming to a full stop. Desperately, she attacked her ears with her hind legs; one after the other, in a bid to free herself of a sudden onset of itching. [Blasted insects! I am a queen! How dare you bite me without beseeching my consent with a long-winded monologue about the delightful taste of my blood and the honor it is to sup upon it! I hate you!] whined the fox, as she became a mass to trip over for the Goblin that had been chasing her.

And just like that, the charging goblin tripped over Sayaka, landing face first into his ally, with both of their helmets colliding against unprotected parts of the other goblins’ head, resulting in both of them just falling over, knocked out cold. She had...won. In a way. But more Goblins would be coming, unless she fled.

Sayaka sighed, as she ridded herself of the itching, and looked up. [Huh? Oh, I won! I won! I mean, of course, I did. I’m the best, and queen, and the best. Yawning, she stretched out, and looked to the north, as headed by the Goblins, and decided on her next course of action: she was going to trash their camp. Blasting off, she felt her footfalls stress the earth in a much more dominant fashion, her muscles tense and release, and something indescribable wash over her. Her fur shined bright, as if cast in moonlight, and then settled.

Racing towards the camp, she rushed up the makeshirt wall, and soared against the breeze; her body glowed gold, and the fox landed in a small crater of her creation. “Listen up, suckers! The Forest Queen has arrived! Time to pack your bag and bend over, because I’m about to kick your butts out of here!” she announced, as the sudden explosion of dust settled, standing tall and pointing. “Wait...” Sayaka looked at things carefully, and realized something. “I CAN TALK!”

The fact that she was suddenly humanoid -- Erune, by design -- and skyclad was just side notes to the overall.

To the Goblins, her being clothed and humanoid mattered little before roughly a dozen goblins charged, half a dozen more began firing arrows at her, and the goblin chieftain rose from his throne, far larger than even the hobgoblin elite guards that had surrounded him. Roughly fifty goblins in total were gunning for Sayaka’s throat, and as such, this was sure to be one hell of a rumble.

Sayaka grinned, as arrows whipped by her, and Goblin charged her. All inconsequential. All nothing. Just practice for learning her new stance, ranges, and speed; her punches and kicks stronger than before, doubly so; her claws longer and sharper; her fangs, the same.

Everyone that was sent her way didn’t matter in the slightest.

All that matters was the biggest and the best.

Standing atop a small pile, she yanked an arrow out of her shoulder, and pointed it at the chieftain, “Rumble time.”

And, it was on.

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Collab with @The Irish Tree \ Attn: @Guess Who, @Suku, & @Awesomoman64

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I'm just waiting to introduce my second character. Impatiently.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Enkryption

:(

Good luck with your job though! Also, that's not lame!

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May have to open the int. checks again.

@PaulHaynek

Thanks, man. And, good luck.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Regretfully, I have to drop out before I can start anything new. Honestly, I don't have to for another week or two; however, earlier is more professional than aburptly at the beginning of February. The restaurant I work at has our trio of yearly inspections and reviews prep starting, and I'm going to have to cut down fun until it all blows over. I do apologize, but management is pushing for us to make what they call, "AAA"; meaning we pass all three inspections with Grade of A.

I know that's lame, but, it's the honest truth, and my job. I looked at objectively at things, and I'm Co-GM to another RP, co-creator of another, so, sadly, this is one that's getting the cut, since I'm just a PC. Annalise hasn't done anything of note, so, her absence won't leave any holes in the plot, at the very least. Small blessings, I suppose.

Anyways, I ramble; hopefully, y'all can finish this out, while I'll return to lurking. Thanks for everything, though.

@PaulHaynek