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In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance [Looking for 1-3 New Players] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@MoggetFair enough. Due to certain decisions made, it'll be a bit before the current PCs get anywhere close to town again, so feel free to take your time and get some thinking done.

@GreenGoatDragon blooded as in...a scaly? Or as in a human with random dragon powers?
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Ash was right. The stream did lead to a small, murky pond, and they soon had to pass through, this time using the mountains to guide them. But as the shadows grew longer and dusk turned into night, even going in a straight line became a challenge. It was a new moon, the blackness so suffocating and vast that none of them could really see where they were headed at all. Constantly, Ash’s leg pounded with agony as the terrain shifted high or low, or a root or a rock caught her foot. In one particularly bad case, Matteo bumped headfirst into a tree, and it was all he could do to stop himself from screaming as he crumpled and nursed a fiery headache that struck back with a vengeance.

And as the path began to wind and wind and wind, soon even the mountains that they trusted faded into the background, melting into the night and leaving only vaguely foreboding patches of darkness that cut into the starry sky. Now, the night was in full force. Now, the terror was seeping into their bones. Now, that primal urge for light, the urge that caused their ancestors from millennia ago to smash rocks together, roared into their skulls. They were bleeding. They were exposed. They were lost. Ash had realized too late that the true geography of the wilderness around Andeave had been that of coastline circled by a mountain range.

The blood continued to flow, taking with it their ability to concentrate.

Then, in the distance, to their right, they could hear it. The ghostly howl of a lone wolf, echoing through the woods and silencing the dozen critters that roamed the wilderness. It was requiem and it was celebration, it was a high pitch that arced up until it fell into the dirges of a bass growl.

It was haunting, and it was beautiful.

But it was a beast, nonetheless.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance [Looking for 1-3 New Players] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
@Sunbather@Mogget@GreenGoat
Well, to begin with, give me a general idea of what sort of character you'd make. Right now, the cast is composed of an aloof Ranger, an intelligently lazy Thief, and a shy Bladedancer. Any character who arrives in this world will be bereft of their memories of their past life, outside of random flashes of memory that largely don't make sense to them. Through that, they're shoehorned into the role of serving as a soldier in the Silver Moon Army and given ten silver coins as a freebie to begin with, the majority of which will be used up to pay for basic training in one of the many guilds in Andeave. After that, you'd be sent off into the wild to kill non-humans.

Your characters will probably be slightly more experienced, probably from one month of work to half a year's worth of work, but your competence in general will still not be anything outstanding. I'll give y'all some leeway in deciding what sort of shit your character got into though, and why your characters are currently without a party.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance [Looking for 1-3 New Players] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
The only lore you need is the link to the OOC, which is right there.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance [Looking for 1-3 New Players] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Not an ambush—he hadn’t thought the goblins would come to them.

Memories fighting against her master played in her mind's eye.

Their confidence had been cruel in this insidious world.

'Right, can’t exactly dislocate my way out of this one.'
Ash's mind gave no quarter.

She had landed a successful blow against her opponent, but the duel did not end.

'Where’s my dagger?'
'Your body is a weapon. The sword a mere limb. An extension.'

Ignore the pain. That was all that there was. She was good at it.

She couldn't formulate a plan.
She couldn't care about her wound.
She couldn't even think about the pain.
How she regretted not running away.

The dealer’s fingers turned over the last card--

All the girl wanted was approval.
The mantra continued.

'And always commit.'

"DIE YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT!"
“Awaken.”


Altera ; Of Departures and Deliverance

None of them are heroes, and this is not a fantasy.

But no matter how dreadful the circumstances, no matter how painful the departures, how far off deliverance was, life goes on.

And they must live on.


Heyo, I'm looking for one to three new players to join an isekai fantasy RP that has been going on for some time now. Interested people should be able to commit to the long-term with posting on a weekly basis with the deadline being Friday PST, as well as being active and responsive on Discord. There will also be times where collabs will be posted too. Generally, I also expect some degree of competence in terms of character development and interaction, so yeahhhh try not to make a trope.

As it stands right now, the party doesn't have a priest or a tank at all, but even if they did, things still won't be peachy. As a GM, I pull few punches when it comes to suffering, and as the inspiration from this comes from Grimgar, death is certainly not out of the question. If you want a dark anime RP but don't want the baggage that comes with rapist goblins, this is the one for you~!

So any interested people are aware, all character building will be done in the interest check. If you have any questions, feel free to hit me up~!
In Jigokuraku Academy → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Hm…yeah, I think this is as far as I can take it now. Don’t really feel up for GMing this anymore, due to my own waning interest and all. Guess I can’t helm school RPs as well as I used to, and I personally believe in cutting things off quickly when it becomes more work than play, so peace!

It was a fun run while it lasted, and I'm sorry it couldn't have been more fun while it existed~! Seriously though, sorry, Shwig, for not enabling a real anime moment for Hiroki and all.
In Re: Zero: The High Council → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The Golden Quarter, Priestella


This kept happening. This kept fucking happening. These fuckers kept on fucking up because holy fucking shit, maybe it wasn't a good idea for a bunch of children from the safe-zone riddled modern era to pick a fucking fight with whatever monster that exists in a fantasy land, regardless of whatever delusions they had? Maybe they're nursing some trauma or some brain damage or some ego the size of a fucking truck, but Yuuki? He was getting tired of repeating the same shit over again, trying in different ways to convince Mono and Crunch to send a patrol over to the area before it was too late.

Fucking hell, who had the patience for this save-scumming fuckerinoing?

As he found himself standing before the same scene a third time, having gained nothing at all, the young boy took a deep breath, nursed a headache, and let out a long, controlled sigh. Alright, there was no need to hold back anymore. Who was the ringleader there? Aerith. Tall woman with more tits than brain matter. Or maybe Nobuhiro, who had obviously been punched too many times in the head? How about Alistair, the dickweed with hair the color of cat litter? Fuck it, it was all their faults. Before they could form their group huddle again, Yuuki beelined towards them, his eyes bright and his smile wide.

"Well, whatever you guys are doing, it's definitely not working. For a change of pace, how about coming over to the guards and just seeing if that works for you guys, eh? I know it's tough to trust a bunch of armed xenophobes, but c'mon guys, we can't just stand 'round here forever!"
In Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed] → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

@Rune_Alchemist

The Angel of the Apocalypse blew her Trumpet, and with an all-consuming roar, the Greater Horror disintegrated, leaving behind nothing but ashes, blown away in the wind. Around them, civilians that survived cried in joy at having made it past Judgment Day, while the others mourned still for those who had fallen during the calamity. Above the Earth Bastion, Amaryllis forced herself not to fall over yet, even as her Sword, her Patron, her every-greedy sadist of a partner, roared out with its psychic agony. It deserved this, really, and so did she. Slaying Gremlins and orcs and other human-sized monsters was nothing compared to what they just did, and Amaryllis seriously wanted to just scream and run and dance and be stupid.

But that would be embarrassing and out of character, so she just stood there instead, taking in deep breaths, bringing out her Healing Artifact to scour the last bits of poison and sickness out of her body. It felt as if they had been fighting for an entire day, but the sun was still rising. It hadn’t even hit noon yet.

There was still work to be done, both on the magical side of things as well as in reality. Her blue eyes scanned the stadium for signs of those four who had originally come to the Darkness Maiden’s aid, and she clicked her tongue, seeing them still there. Another time. She had better things to do. More important things. More valuable things.

More difficult things.

The Knight of Rose closed her eyes, ignored the prodding encouragement of a Sword that had no idea how the subtleties of human relationships worked, and spent a good minute rehearsing her lines. Then, quickly, she turned around. “Indeed we do, Hunter Rina,” Amaryllis spoke, as grand as always, even as the tips of her ears burned in anticipation for what she’d do next, “And though our paths may be intersected by the silver threads of fate, I believe that the potency of our combined bladework should be something left not to chance and circumstance, but to our own design. With that in mind…”

Out of nowhere, her Big Interdimensional Backpack popped up before her, and she unzipped the bag quickly, forcing open the uncooperative zipper, before pulling out a cheap phone. It was an older model, and it really only had talk or text options, but a SIM card had already been put into it, and the contacts list had Amaryllis’s own number in.

“…allow me to offer you an oracle of instant communication, so we may collaborate properly next time.”

…

Shit, what if Rina said no?

Shoulda just shoved the thing into her hands and booked it afterwards.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
They moved on. Ash took the vanguard once more, but Muu, for all her tears, was the one who travelled the fastest amongst them all, her own body the least injured. She lent her shoulder to Ash as they both trailblazed, the huntress’s leg damp with blood, a fresh spike of pain shooting up with each step. She could feel it burning, the flesh becoming feverish. Behind them, Matteo stumbled as well. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have been capable of running anyways, not when his headache continued to drill buckets of nausea into his lower intestines. Moving was a necessity though. They were leaving behind a trail of blood for any curious monsters to follow, but moving was still a necessity. If they took another break, they wouldn’t be able to get up again.

Forward. Onwards towards death and rebirth, as nails drove themselves one by one into the casket. Around them, the forest darkened, the sun setting early in the mountainous region around them. More nocturnal predators began to stir. From somewhere, they could hear the chirping of a dozen hundred bats taking flight. From somewhere, they could hear the hunting cries of beasts. And occasionally, they could hear that same guttural ‘hraccc hraccc’ that had sounded fifteen minutes ago, a whole eternity ago. If they tried to pick up the pace, they wouldn’t be able to, no matter how slowly they currently did. The part of their brains that unleashed adrenaline could not force those numbing, accelerating chemicals into their bodies.

This wasn’t a sprint. This was a grind. And they were losing precious light, precious blood, precious warmth.

Ash’s experience with the wilderness would teach her, at least, that they had maybe an hour left before the sun would become obscured by the mountain ranges of the west. A small comfort of sunlight, compared to the more pressing problem that was the fact that they had been romping around the forest for far too long now, having not stumbled across a single path.

Another way of saying this?

They were lost, all memories of the path they had taken to get to the river having been wiped away by the trauma of the ambush.
In ✧ Talrae S2 ✧ → 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


It was a poor choice to ignore her, and Cecilia made sure that the Warg knew it.

Charging forth after the beast as it savaged Kira alongside its packmates, Cecilia turned on a dime and backhanded its jaw with her buckler, feeling the satisfying crack of bone and flesh against steel, before continuing with the centrifugal force of her motion. Pirouetting gracefully, her cloak spreading into a perfect circle, the Lancer swept her spear, polished steel rending fur and flesh in a crescent slash. With an in-step, she grasped the oaken handle once more, unleashing another trio of thrusts upon her fated target. Two thrusts to its legs to weaken its movements and get it accustomed to her piercing blows, and then she spun the spear in her hands. The blunt end of the spear roared against the air as it swung downwards, then upwards like a pendulum, cracking into the monster’s jaw.

It flew upwards, and by the time it was falling once more, Cecilia had it in her sights, producing another beautiful crescent swing that cleaved through all the Wargs around her. River and Willow must have cared for the melee fighters a lot, if they constantly wanted them to bail out. But while she feared death like any other, her current persona did not allow for such weakness. A warrior was meant to be in the fray, to gracefully evade and counter, weaving between masses of lesser foes. As the wargs growled around her, hackles rising, fangs bared, Cecilia thrust her spear down, vaulting up into the air. Twisting her body mid-air, she unleashed a third sweeping blow as she landed outside the pack, her weapon at the ready, her legs ready to evade.

“Don’t disappoint me, Akumi,” Cecilia spoke, her tone ice cold, her expression flawlessly imperial. “It’s an utter disgrace for one such as yourself to be wounded by such creatures, outnumbered or not. Swear upon it. Never again shall your blood be shed in such a degrading manner.”
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