All that C-3 took notice of was the massive blaze that was carelessly chewing up the forest that gave her sustenance and profit; as emerald and umber turned crimson and charcoal, and livelihood burned to ash. Forward, she surged off the cliff, so many stories above, “Pounding pestle. Unerring urn. Give into me, and, thusly, imbibe.” C-3 chanted, as she fell, a sphere forming in her palm, “Featherlight, and feather-fair. Mix, [Fairyfall Potion!]”
C-3 bit into the sphere, ingesting the mixture of a herbs and oils that coursed within her, and her weight vanished; just in time, as she hit the ground. A baby cloud of dust was all her descent created, before she lunged to the fact of the fire heading to the town. As her weightlessness allows, she easily outpaced it, which allowed her time to fashion new potions. “This is too much, but I can't let the fire reach my nest! [ Lesser Elixir of Mana!] [Draught of Crafting!] [Draft of Deft Hands!] [Syrup of the Warrior!] [Syrup of the Wizard!] [Nectar of Brilliance!] [Nectar of Fortitude!] [Nectar of Fortune!] [ Nectar of Swiftness!]” C-3 nearly threw up, as she chugged each potion immediately, “Last one... [Flask of Liquid Courage!]”
Each potion drained, and most of her MP exhausted, C-3 faced the fire, and spread her arms. “Here goes,” she set her feet, “First, [Warrior Skill: Vanguard!] Then, [Wizard Spell: Wind Wall, Swirl!]” C-3's body went fairly tense, as she hardened herself against attack, before a windy wall grew before her; pushing air back toward the encroaching wildfire and itself, swirling around and around. “Now, mix matter, mash material, mind over, and reality made claimed,” C-3 chanted, as her slimy form bubbled, “For the many, for the horde, for the swarm! [Explosive Plague!]”
Suddenly, hundreds of small spheres were launched forward like a swarm of insects and vermin, but all caught in the wind wall. C-3 extended her hands, and focused. “Twist and twine, traps and snares, mine; Profession of a Saboteur, Task of an Alchemist, and Scheme of a Thief,” From her fingers, wires of magic and slime invaded the wind wall; catching hold of the swirling balls of explosions awaiting, and locking them in the turbulence. “Rising beyond the known, and create anew, [High-yield Explosives!]” Suddenly, the spheres quadrupled in size, before compressing to their original size. “Lock in place, [Daisy Cutter!] [Wizard Skill: Wind Wall, Surge!] [ Warrior Skill: Unshakeable Stand!]”
C-3 gritted her teeth -- metaphorically -- and closed her eyes and fist, “Sweep it all away... [Fire Tsunami...]”
Triggered, the high-yield explosives erupted, and mingled with each other, and the wind, and blew forwards as a genuine tsunami of fire; a wave of fire to wash over the fire that Charlotte started. The sheer heat was enough to glass the surface area, and char the underneath, but the town would be spared the victimization of what could have been them. Exhausted of all but her potion gifted MP, C-3 panted, and looked at her hands, as her slime dripped off; stopping after a minute, like a cut clotting.
Her physiology had taken a helluva hit.
“Maaaannnn!!!” C-3 whined, her pitch much, much higher and devoid of its matured husk. “This is so unbecoming of a Dragon!”
C-3 looked down at the screaming woman, and the newcomer, before going prone on her bare belly. Propping up on her elbow, the Saboteur extended her tongue; letting slimy drool gather and drip off the semisolid facsimile of the pulpy muscle. Disinterestedly, she was just trying to hit one of them, or both, -- okay, truthfully, she was just aiming for the woman. To be so reasonlessly antagonistic was a weird feeling, in her gooey gut, but, man, you just weren't you without a Snickers, you know?
"Like a distant thunder, rumble and herald... approaching storms precede the lightning's profane bane..." C-3 chanted, as a transmutation circle bound to her tongue, and her drool filled with explosives. "[Pop Rocks]!"
Now, her drool was not only slimy, but explosive, too. And, raining down on the twosome below for no real reason. Charlotte was such a bad influence.
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:
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]”
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.
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.
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
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
Lockpick
Level: 2
Skill Type: Class
Effect: Allows C-3 to bypass any lock that can be picked.
Stat: Intelligence and Dexterity
Shortbow Proficiency
Level: 3
Skill Type: Learned
Effect: Allows C-3 to masterfully wield any non-magical shortbow
Stat: Dexterity
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
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
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
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
Plant Gathering
Level: 1
Skill Type: Class
Effect: A learned skill to [Harvest] from any Plant Node.
Stat: Intelligence and Luck
Mineral Gathering
Level: 1
Skill Type: Class
Effect: A learned skill to [Excavate] from any [Ore] node.
Stat: Intelligence and Luck
Monster Gathering
Level: 1
Skill Type: Class
Effect: A learned skill to [Collect] from any falling [Beast-classified] enemy.
Stat: Intelligence and Luck
Autopsy
Level: 3
Skill Type: Class
Effect: An Alchemist skill to gather material and knowledge from any corpse.
Stat Intelligence and Luck
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
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
Basic Explosive Crafting
Level: 10
Skill Type: Class
Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Basic Explosives.
Stat: Intelligence
Advanced Explosive Crafting
Level: 13
Skill Type: Class
Effect: An Alchemy skill that allows C-3 to craft Advanced Explosives.
Stat: Intelligence and Luck
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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