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@MaeHere's the sheet. Kept it pretty simple, so if you want more deets, just tell me. To clarify, I took money instead of equipment and purchased all those miscellaneous hijinks with a total allowance of 20 GP (1o of which came from being a Folk Hero). Real monks only use their fists, after all.

I also wouldn't mind if we had one or two special connections with other adventurers, but I don't think it's all too necessary to have EVERYONE in a complex web of pre-established relationships.
Not totally sure if you editted out everything you needed to edit out either. ;3
In Rengoku 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Burger

“Well, not that age changes much here, eh?” Nano replied with a boyish grin, thrusting a hand forward for a shake. “I’m Nano Lemmings. Nice to meetcha.”

The man’s hands certainly were rough, thick and callused from the many blisters that one must have earned in a physical job. Adventuring, perhaps, but even a blacksmith or a construction worker could accrue such marks of hard work overtime, couldn’t they? Nevertheless, the ashen-haired youth was glad that Clyde hadn’t lost his mind yet. Clicking his tongue lightly at how badly those broken fingers had been set, the youth turned his attention back to the wizened man.

“The song you tried playing was pretty familiar to me,” he said, removing one strap of his backpack before pulling out a thick, leather-bound book and a graphite pencil. “Mind if I bother you for the lyrics? Sorta in the habit of writing down anything I remember and all…” A cheeky grin then surfaced, his coal eyes flickering towards that fancy sword by Clyde’s waist. “…though if you could tell me how to become an adventuring type like you, that’d be cool as well.”
@vFearThat faculty member is getting fired.
@Scribe of Thoth@1Charak2Waiting on the PM.

@Lugubrious@TheWindelEverything seems like it's in order from a cursory glance.

@KoL@ShwiggityShwahPersonally don't think the similarities are close enough to warrant any real need to change things up. It's not a situation where they're literally the same thing, after all.

I'll update first post with the new peeps.
Updated the first post to show off current character ideas that are bouncing in people's heads. Mainly to prevent weird clashes and such. Note that most of them aren't solidified, so eyyyy.
Are we gonna be making our character sheets now? Or are you planning on setting up an OOC for it first?
Don't think too much about the science. Just think about what you want it to do.

@Ariamis@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist



For a moment, Amaryllis hesitated. The Knight had expected a sneer, or a clear falsehood, but instead, the Maiden's response had been pure confusion instead, as if the Horror-vowed caster didn't actually understand anything at all. A child. That's what it sounded like. A child blind to the terror they wrought at the behest of their Patron, who simply moved them along like an unwitting pawn on a cosmic chessboard. Her hesitation never lasted long though, not when her Sword pressed itself against her back, always urging her forward, always drawing her away from her mind before she tunneled too deep.

No matter the circumstances, the reflection within her silvered blade revealed monstrosities of all shapes and sizes combating the mummies while kidnapping humans, killing whomever resisted. That was fact, no matter what emotional filter Annabelle impressed upon them. So she discarded it, as silvery comets reminded her that the Knight had an ally still within the morbid cesspool that Penrose was becoming. With unerring accuracy and remarkable power, they struck down the mummies one by one, a silvered bolt even drawing blood from the void witch herself. Ranged support was surprisingly pleasant. Ranged support was something she hadn't really ever experienced before. A rush went up her spine, independent of her Sword's psychic proddings, and Amaryllis allowed herself a grin despite the circumstances.

"Hunter! May your blessed arrows safeguard the lambs bastioned within the ivy sanctuary. My own blade shall sing of this wretched mastermind's end!" Her voice rang through the stadium like a clarion call, and the tip of her sword resonated with it as well, vibrating with bloodied anticipation.

Time to pick up the pace.

Diving diagonally from her high vantage point, she lunged for Annabelle's outstretched arm, piercing through all shadows unfortunate enough to be caught in her path and shedding gossammer petals in her wake. The head of the snake went first. All else could wait.
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