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In ✧ Talrae S2 ✧ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

This was a surprise.

Cecilia had seen goblin villages and dens before, but this was a whole other level. A town? A capital? Hastily constructed, for sure, but the sheer size of the place was impressive in its own right. Were they growing wheat? Or was this only a facsimile of human civilization? And those smokestacks in the distance…iron foundries?

A whole town full of goblins who were disciplined, well-armored, and knew, generally, how to construct their own civilization from grounds up, lead by a Goblin Warchief that could theoretically have years of of military experience ‘installed’ within his programming.

Oh, this was going to be fun!

Oh, this was going to be fun.

Oh, this was…

Her chipper attitude melted away. Her bright smile melted away. Her sparkling gaze melted away. It all sheared off like slag against the grindstone, fiery arcs dying bright as she tilted downwards. Ninety degrees…eighty degrees…sixty degrees…thirty degrees...ten degrees, nose inches away from the ground.

“Greater Accelerate.”

A black bolt shot by a bow. A bright point bursting through the skies. A winter storm surging over the land. The world melted around her as Lycanbane dashed through the fields, the roads, the streets, her blood roaring in her veins, her steps drowning out the rudimentary percussions of her foes. At such speed, only arcane bolts and blessed projectiles matched her. And then, in one quick thrust, the wooden shaft of the Zenon Spear flexed an almost impossible amount, before shooting her higher up, amongst the buildings of the town. There were goblins slinging arrows at her, but she was only one adventurer. Her threat was hardly anything for them to notice, not when the horde of adventurers were moments away from crashing into them.

They scattered against ramshackle buildings as Cecilia ran atop of them, her spear flickering out to sever the ropes that held the buildings together, collapsing infrastructure while she sailed overhead. Light steps carried her with grace, monstrous speed turned her into a blur in the eyes of the monsters above, and in her wake, wood and brick came tumbling down.

But they were hardly any concern for Cecilia. No, what she sought was the Warchief of the Horde, her light-enhanced eyes processing the world with three times the clarity of any normal human being.

There was nothing fun about it.

Nothing ironic. Nothing cool. Nothing exciting.

The longer it took, the longer her real life was delayed, the more resources were drained, the more lives were lost, the more that cold, black, flame chewed at her insides, filling her with an all-consuming obsession to end them all.

Her’s was the wildfire, held back by an iron mask.
“WARCHIEF!"

She never forgot. The name of the girl who's adventure ended before it could even begin.

Yo yo, I'm Emi, bleh, I mean, Marcille Moon-shadow. Wanna party up?
In Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
No need to rush, Sync. Just take it at your own pace or you'll burn out.
In ✧ Talrae S2 ✧ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


“Uwah, seriously?”

As the fighting died down and the immortal Totem turned out to conveniently lose its immortality only after everything else ended up dead, Cecilia hopped over to the dispersing pixel-corpses of the Goblin, only to stick her tongue out in disgust. No loot at all? Not even any EXP or Renn? Prodding one of the brutes with the butt end of her spear, the Lancer sighed. That leather armor sure looked nice, and Karuu’s definitely gonna need a replacement for his stuff as well.

“Like, gosh, that was way crazier than that warg fight, right? You’d think we’d get something out of it, but no, guess this shitty game’s just gonna be buggy at random intervals.” She continued to rant to no one in particular, satisfied with taking a breather. It wasn’t like any of her non-replaceable resources were taken up, and Cecilia’s first instinct was always to rush onto the next objective…but there wasn’t another objective to pursue. Until the second room of this massive dungeon opened up, they weren’t gonna have anything to do at all.

She was going to have to get some more mana consumption reduction items soon, huh? A flat deduction like Willow’s Staff of Insight would be nice…

“So, Sven, Kven, end up skipping out on your own party? What’s up with that? Too many guys?”
In Neo Sorairo → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
So he's a...Striker that can also serve as a Gunner, with a power that makes him useful as a Linker as well? XD
In Neo Sorairo → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


“Excuse me, coming through!” Crashing through the landscape, Tian-Gui propelled himself with sheer strength rather than eloquent agility, one hand raised outwards as golden material formed in his palm. It was a star, no a cross of brutal proportions, and he reared it back as he burst through the clearing.

Monstrous size had no intrinsic merit, but monstrous strength was always relevant, and with a great howl, the golden titan hurled his construction towards the largest pack of invaders he saw, intending on turning them into scrap with a single throw. Without bothering to confirm the results, he manifested a tower shield and a halberd out of Flamestone next, the armaments burning bright in the sunlight. A bigger one was coming, but for now, they had to clear up the trash.

“Yui Gang, any injuries? We have Fiore here to treat ‘em!"
In Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
That's why I mentioned her leg almost getting chopped off.
In Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Sometimes, you were lucky. At times like those, perhaps a stranger would hop out of nowhere and throw a knife into the wolf’s leg, slowing it down so you could get some distance.

Other times, you were unlucky. At times like those, perhaps a stranger would hop out of nowhere and throw a spear into your leg, slowing you down so you could lose some distance.

Unfortunately, for Ewan and for (virtual) real life, bad things often outweighed the good, and the edgy nihilism that often plagued the status bars of online forums had more than just a couple kernels of truth in them. When it rained, it poured, and when life gave you lemons, trying to make lemonade out of it would only reveal that those lemons were lemon-shaped grenades. So for all the good done by the black-haired midget’s dagger toss, it was all erased when wuxia man’s spear drove itself into Ewan’s thin leg and almost cut it right off. A numbing paralysis shook through the halfling’s limb before he could even respond to it, and just as suddenly, the boy was falling towards the ground, his face smacking against a tree root. Tumbling twice, he barely managed a panicked yelp before the wolf was upon him, its own injuries superficial compared to his.

There was no pain, really, there was nothing more than pin-pricks. If he had been calm, if he had even had time to remember his avatar had a whole host of abilities that could get him out of this situation, Ewan probably would have done something reasonably half-good.

BUT THIS WAS A WOLF. AND IT WAS RIGHT IN HIS FACE.

“WAHHHHHGGGGHHHHHH,” went Ewan Berrybranch, the fair youth flailing his arms in terror. Each blow dealt single digit physical damage to the wolf, unfortunately, and for all his efforts, he got a bit, meaty chomp on his shoulder.

Who's idea was it to go outside? Yup, definitely shoulda slept in even longer.
@Vulkan@OliveYou@Sync
In Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes? → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
“Came from the treeline,” Albrecht replied, slowing down his pace as he realized that half the group hadn’t followed after all. It struck a nerve, very slightly, but ultimately, once Jyu-Ni and her hilariously foul mouth (what was this, a curse?) joined them, the knight decided not to delay any further. “Whatever it is though, I definitely don’t want to be near it…and who knows if this way is south either? Maybe the Goddess wants us to go through a trial by fire, kill some big monster or whatever.”

He paused, and then shrugged, his steps becoming lighter as he discard unnecessary emotions as easily as a snake shed its scales.

“Like hell I’d wanna do that though,” the green haired knight concluded, his mind already bouncing off to other possibilities, other points of consideration. As far as supplies went, they unsurprisingly had no food or water. The plains they found themselves in probably had small game, but they didn’t have the time to set and reap the benefits of traps, nor did they have any convenient method of ranged at- don’t be stupid, Albrecht, of course you did. More important was the lack of water. At this pace, considering the terrain...he nodded to himself slowly. It wasn’t like he ever had to research this topic specifically, but those were all easy enough to consider. Food and water. For now, conserve. Use hills to scout. Look for…places with lotsa plants, maybe? Roads would be good too, if this world was civilized enough.

Got it.

“That’s what I’ll do.”

He cast a backwards glance at the quickly dwindling stone structures, before putting his attention to the people who were under his protection. “Not just about hitting trouble, Jyu-Ni,” Albrecht said, in a softer voice, “We need to make sure our bodies don’t heat up too much, and we’ll have to conserve our energy best as we can as well, or we’ll dehydrate really fast. Doesn’t look like there’s all that much in terms of trees, so that sucks. Don’t exactly trust any of us here to actually know how to track and butcher rabbits or whatever small animals they have here, so food’s off the table too. Just in case though, uh, Irene, go rip a strip of cloth out of your dirty rags and find some rocks. Swing it…counterclockwise and then release it at…fuck it, forty-five degree angle. Maybe if we get good, it’d work out, but for now…”

The knight motioned vaguely towards the hills around them, clearing his throat once more. Goddess may had remade them, but she certainly didn’t work too hard to make sure they were hydrated before this journey began, hm?

“Still our best interest to find civilization. Or water. Preferably both. Climb hills, look around, and if we see a road or a river, we head that way? And mm…,” Albrecht tilted his head towards Jyu-Ni, “If you could have one of those giant ass arms drag against the ground and leave a trail, that’d be good too.”

If Henry’s experiment wrapped up quickly and the rest of them went off to follow, it’d be good to have a clear path for them to travel, after all.

“And yeah, you smart ladies, anything else you want to big brain about?”
@Burger@Epsir
In Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes? → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@SubjectVisionShould still be open, yeah.
In Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Though their antics brought no small amount of jeers and snide remarks from those who observed, the three unfortunate adventurers simply had nothing left to care about. Considering the amount of debt they were in, selling their bodies to this masked knight and their subdued priest was the least they could do, and without much further ado, the newly formed party was off, passing through the slum district of Andeave before leaving the southern gates.

The world that opened up before them was wide and windy, the tall grass billowing in the wind as the sea crashed against rocky formations. The sting of salt sharpened their senses and invigorated them, while the gray sky was beginning to promise rain. With how open the fields were, few monsters presented themselves so freely, while farmers lead their flock to graze. A couple of them gave nods to the party as they passed, but otherwise kept their heads up in the horizon. A red-striped toad was comical, yes, but it was also trouble, and its phantom scent caused the slightest of hesitation in Ettamri’s steed.

Seven silver though. Seven silver for a single monster that probably wasn’t nearly as frightening as an intelligent ambusher that wasn’t afraid to use fire in a forest or a party of undead that still retained the skills they had when they were alive. With Ettamri’s warhorse, they could chase it down. With Gwyndolin’s healing, they no longer had to worry about crippling infections. With Ash, they stood a good chance of tracking it even after it escaped. With Matteo and Muu, they…could find something to do as well.

The further away the group travelled from Andeave, the taller and wilder the grass became, until it was almost impossible to tell what you were stepping into. From atop their horse, the white knight felt the telltale shifts of a steed moving through surprisingly uneven terrain, while for those bound to walking the way, there were more than a few times when they ended up stepping in a shallow pond or a slanted rock. Ash, who served as vanguard and scout, even ended up stepping on poop a couple of times, but her shit-smeared soles at least served some purpose: the poop she found was giant-toad poop, and using that as a guideline, she soon became able to track the massive indentations upon the grass that the toad left in its wake.

And after a four-hour trek, they could see it.

From such a distance, it was hard to gauge the size of the beast, but the splash of red against the gray day was more than enough to confirm its identity. At one hundred meters away, the Red Striped Toad hopped around merrily, unaware of the presence of its hunters.

Now, it was simply a question: how do they proceed?
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