ERode

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

Oh right, got any idea of how skills are gonna work out?

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

And there, now everyone can converge n shit.

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

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_{Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer}

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Cleric, ranger, mage. A sharp nod, before Ier-Briar took the charter and pen, facing this 'Orena' that called herself a 'control mage'. She looked soft, even at a second glance. Large eyes, a round face, and the girlishly slim frame that the juveniles and deviants amongst the corps had an interest in. Drab clothes to be sure, and the only magic Ier-Briar was familiar with was of the destructive variety, so why would she even want someone who looked like they've never killed something their entire life?

Numbers, that's why.

"I'll take her," the blonde shieldmaiden replied, thrusting the charter and pen at Orena so she could sign. "You know how to read and write, yes?"

She didn't wait for a response from her, before casting a critical eye over the rest of the unoccupied adventurers. Some ate and drank, stocking up on food-energy before their work began. Others scanned over the job postings, in search for something that matched their skill level. But her gaze fell on those that looked purposeless instead, and, sucking in a deep breath, she called out, "I am Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, accompanied by Orena the Mage! If you are a budding cleric or ranger eager to prove your valor and skill, then name yourself and join us, and we shall baptize ourselves in the monstrous blood of our foes!"

It was arrogant and unbashed, and it doubtlessly drew snickers from more experienced adventurers, but there was not a hint of shame on Ier-Briar's countenance. If the sneers of her peers were enough to stop her, she would have never her mother's skirts.

Curse of Strahd [5E]

"Eh?" Tae leaned over and grinned at the elf ranger. "It's not like they'd just make us nobles off the bat, you know? Probably gonna give us titles like 'Fort Rock Protectors' or whatever instead. Make us more official and all. Bet Granlow loves that sorta stuff."

Not that she minded signing more documents, if that's what was going to get her more dinners and what-not. Still, the tabaxi was right. It was one thing for the host to show up when a couple of the guests had already arrived, but it was an entirely different thing for not a single representative of the host to present when the entire group that had been invited over to dinner was present. Tae's own stomach was making audible rumbling sounds now, the martial artist making a conscious decision not to do what Jameson suggested and simply eat everything and ask for more, repeating ad infinitum until her stomach was bursting at the seams.

"Then again, maybe he's got us here to butter us up for a more unreasonable task instead? Mom always said that it's easy to get people to agree after you fill their stomach up with meat and mead, after all!"

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

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_{Province of Ilagorn -- Adventurer's Guild a.k.a. The Delipitated Duck
12th Hour of the 2nd Day, Summer}

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Some may have been off-put by the severity of the Guildmaster’s tone, but for Ier-Briar Thorn-of-Mountain Volkovin, it was comforting and novel, the clarion call of someone who cared little for pretense or grandeur. This was the life she had signed up for, after all, more raucous and unstable than even the life of the Ringbearer’s very own. Blue eyes swept through the crowd in an instant, noting the drab, mud-stained garb of the hale and hearty and the confident countenance of the vagrants and the veterans. Adventurers did have some degree of swagger, after all, far from the discipline of the army. A little looser, a little sloppier, a little wilder.

She nodded slightly to herself, forcing that same countenance onto herself, despite her own vocation as simply an ‘initiate adventurer’. Straightened her back, lifted her face up, added a swing to her step, extended her stride. Was her blonde hair absolute golden that day? Of course it was. Were her blue eyes absolute burning that day? Of course they were. Each step was one that propelled her further away from a life of familial mediocrity, consigned to being a pawn for social mobility or a womb to produce a proper heir to the Volkovin name, and she couldn’t ever stomach that, not for all the meat and drink in the world.

Shouldering past the robed waif that dawdled too long in front of the counter, Ier-Briar locked eyes with the bespectacled woman and stepped up to greet her. “Ier-Briar of House Volkovin, here to report for sorting.”

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Ariamis@Crusader Lord@Rune_Alchemist@Shifter_Master@BrokenPromise

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Amaryllis was faster than that. Against a true monster, her sword would have wholly dismembered all four limbs and then turned to behead the creature, all before the first errant limb hit the ground. Her specialty was speed and swordplay, her senses guided, nay, prodded by a supernatural force far beyond the realm of magical girls. Once she closed the gap, any creature of lesser physical ability would have been hunks of meat.

But the Knight of Rose did not seek to claim the Maiden’s head as a trophy, for snakes were far more insidious than a child who couldn’t see past her own delusions.

And that was her first mistake.

A wave of impossible magic that removed monster and magic alike from the very fabric of existence. An entire fractured squadron of magical girls and boys, emerging from nowhere. Questions. Lies. Reprimands. Strikes. For a moment, Amaryllis leveled the polished flat of her sword upon the new knight that sprung from the skies, the silvered blade reflecting the iron warrioress in all her valor, all her madness. There was no doubt in her mind that these were allies of Annabelle, those that favored the destruction and chaos she willfully or willlessly caused, and if that was the case she would have to f-

Gunfire roared towards the shieldbearer that had emerged beside Rina. A black shadow shot out and smashed into the knight. A final wave of horrors opposed the Knight of Rose, and two more magical girls flew to snatch Annabelle away.

It was chaos and it was madness and it was opportunity and she let herself fall into her Sword completely.

Like they’ve always, eldritch horrors fell apart before the flashing rapier, dissected and disassembled as Amaryllis raised out her hand towards the disappearing form of Annabelle and grasped her. Silver chains burst out of the bloodied stump of the darkness mage, shooting like quicksilver into the fencer’s grasp, the magic as familiar and simple as ever. Nothing but chains. Nothing but silver ivy. Nothing but a single spell, sharpened to perfection.

With herculean strength, Amaryllis yanked Annabelle out of her peaceful conversation and the hands of those that sought to facilitate her escape, sending her flying towards one of the new arrivals instead, a phantom thief in all white. “Don’t let her escape! She’s at the center of this incident! Rina, blast the fliers out of the skies!”

Her heart beat, her blood roared, and her Sword sang.

Penrose really did have too many magical girls.

Jigokuraku Academy

Tryhards, the lot of em.

Kᴀʀᴍᴀ + Fᴀᴛᴇ

Oh, not gonna play Orena after all? Sad.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@floodtalon@ZekariVoblis

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Eh?

Maiko had expected something, but this…this was basically nothing. Against her skin, the explosions were a light breeze, nothing but smoke and misdirection for the armored juggernaut, and it was almost with abject disappointment that she reach in to rip and t-
Touka’s voice rang out clear, and the girl stopped, letting out yet another deep sigh. Another night, another letdown, it seemed, first from all the restraint she had to show against Alannah, then in the non-fight that Touka had ended up offering her, followed up with a barrier mage that couldn’t actually scratch her, culminating into an end where nothing actually happened at all. Ugh, she could have had more fun playing shitty video games or whatever else disenfranchised youth did with their spare time. Clicking her tongue, she turned around without even bothering to address the flag girl and strode off.

It was easy enough to quickstep into the ravaged landscape caused by Ami and Alannah’s little danceoff, but Maiko didn’t even have patience for that now. It bothered her too much, that she had wasted so much fucking time on this piece of shit half-tournament that got busted by these justice sluts without even finishing a single fucking match. Monstrous desires seized her skull and, without any real threat present to release it on, Maiko drew in a deep breath and let it all out in a shout that shook the trees.

“OI! YOU FUCKWITS! THE PREZ SAYS IT’S OVER, SO GET THE HELL OUT!”

Nothing but a waste of time, not even worth an iota of effort.

Re: Zero: The High Council

_{Just outside of ”Starting location”, Priestella}

Were the nerves getting to him after all? Though Yuuki thought that Ashton’s narration was just a little bit too dramatic for his liking, he could hardly protest about what the boy had said. The truth did have a place in this scenario, and if Ashton and Flame wanted to talk, then they could. He kept his own head down and his backpack strapped tight as he followed Aer and the group in silence, unwilling to get wholly involved in all this theorizing. Being transported to another fantasy land was something real, and he could even understand the conflict between knights, as keepers of order, and cultists, as creepy little shits that do creepy shitty stuff. But magic? And theorizing about it? Being cursed?

“As a ferryman, it is just my job to move you around.”

“She must be in the mood for something strange to pick someone like you.”

“What I'd like to know is if you feel you're worthy of love? What makes you deserving of such a blessing?”

Yuuki narrowed his eyes. The words pinged through his skull like diamond dust as he felt his heart beat against his rib cage again. Felt it beat too fast. Breathed deep. Set it to slow again, emptying it of trepidation and attachment.

Remember where you came from.

“I came from Earth,” he said slowly, grounding himself with facts, “A place where we have science instead of magic to solve our problems, and where dozens of countries exist on six different continents, each one of them capable of communicating with the other.”

It slowed further, his pulse. His blue eyes were bright against the sunlight.

“And there was no word chanted, only a grasping of our hand. As for what they think…I don’t think they did think all that much. It was more like…”

The hands turned into claws, the voice dripped with simplistic malice.

“…pettiness and envy. But huh, are cultists actually something that’s common in Priestella? Or is this ‘Mono’ working overtime because we showed up?”
@BrokenPromise