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Do people instinctively understand what their Attribute is? Or are there instances where, for example, someone thinks they have a sword item attribute due to how they first used their power, when it's actually a metal element attribute?

Arkus Academy

Wise Man's Grandson (except full of common sense while lacking in actual magical aptitude)(also his grandpa's dead)

Kress Alstein

_{14 y/o | 5'1 | 102 lbs | Male}

Stats

Strength: D
Speed: E
Precision: E
Endurance: C
Mana Reserve: E
Control: E

Spellcasting Class: Mage
Specialization: Mundane Magic

Rather than a particular list of spells, Kress simply has a whole laundry list of magical spells that he uses to perform chores that he really could just be doing by himself. From cleaning clothing to divining the weather to keeping himself awake to controlling the temperature of his slightly-hot-but-not-too-hot tea, Kress uses his magic to do basically everything, both for practice as well as because it’s just cooler. Really, why open a door with your hands when you could wave a wand and open it with magical sparkly stuff? He even recently learned how to create miniature fireworks with his magic, which is definitely a plus in his books…but as it stands, the most valid form of magic he has when it comes to straight-up combat is Regenerate, a spell that accelerates the body’s natural healing processes to heal minor injuries over time.

Which is certainly valid and certainly useful. It’s just not a soul eating magic circle or a barrier-piercing death-spear.

Magical Items/Equipment

Bartholomew’s Tome for Beginning Mages™
It’s a tome with a lot of pages for its owner to write their incantations on. It’s also waterproof, in case it rains, and fireproof, in case you have a magical accident. Kress’s copy of this beloved magical tool is heavily dogeared and bookmarked, and smells sorta fishy.

Mom’s Piercing
It’s an ensorcelled piercing on his left earlobe. By running a minuscule amount of magic through it, it allows Kress to talk to the owner of the other piercing. Unfortunately, that’s his mom. Fortunately, she’s also Cresia’s Second Seat. Sadly, the advantages of the latter does not cancel out the disadvantages of the former, especially when communication requests go both ways.

Mom’s Bracelet
It’s an ensorcelled bead bracelet worn around his right wrist. These beads can also be detached from the bracelet with minimal effort and throw to trigger an explosion of fire that spans a twenty foot radius, lighting everything ablaze in a hellfire conflagration. There are 12 beads, and ostensibly, this was given to him for self-defense. Sometimes, Kress wonders if his mom is overprotective, or literally a psychopath.

Short History

The Alstein family is a prestigious one within Cresia, well-known for the miracles that they could perform with their Transfiguration magic. One of their revered ancestors could turn anything they touched into gold, while Ambrose Alstein, former First Seat during the Last War, could polymorph as easily as other humans could breathe. Generations upon generations have produced mages who were exceptional at the least, extraordinary at the best, and with Edmond Alstein in the First Seat and Cecilia Alstein in the Second Seat, there was no doubt that the Alsteins are the most famous family within the nation of Cresia, their celebrity akin to royalty no matter how hard they attempt to dissuade themselves from such image.

Then there’s Kress Alstein, the firstborn son of Cecilia Alstein, who’s an absolute failure at ‘real’ magic no matter how passionate he is about it. Sometimes you rolled a nat 1 on the genetics lottery, after all, regardless of your heritage. Growing up, he watched his younger siblings turn into birds and turn birds into swords while he made vague wind noises with his hands. Growing up, he watched his uncle and his mom and literally every adult he met do these crazy things with magic he couldn’t even imagine. Growing up, rather than feeling ostracized, Kress felt excited. Magic was so cool! Magic was so amazing! Ho geez, he had wanted to do everything he could with magic, no matter how small it was!

And that enthusiasm never died, no matter how slow his owe progress was.

Maybe that was why Kress Alstein got accepted into Arkus Academy over people who were much more talented and skilled than him? Surely, such a prestigious school wouldn’t let people in through family connections or bribes, right?

Right.

Arkus Academy

Kress Alstein

_{14 y/o | 5'1 | 102 lbs | Male}

Stats

Strength: D
Speed: E
Precision: E
Endurance: C
Mana Reserve: E
Control: E

Spellcasting Class: Mage
Specialization: Mundane Magic

Rather than a particular list of spells, Kress simply has a whole laundry list of magical spells that he uses to perform chores that he really could just be doing by himself. From cleaning clothing to divining the weather to keeping himself awake to controlling the temperature of his slightly-hot-but-not-too-hot tea, Kress uses his magic to do basically everything, both for practice as well as because it’s just cooler. Really, why open a door with your hands when you could wave a wand and open it with magical sparkly stuff? He even recently learned how to create miniature fireworks with his magic, which is definitely a plus in his books…but as it stands, the most valid form of magic he has when it comes to straight-up combat is Regenerate, a spell that accelerates the body’s natural healing processes to heal minor injuries over time.

Which is certainly valid and certainly useful. It’s just not a soul eating magic circle or a barrier-piercing death-spear.

Magical Items/Equipment

Bartholomew’s Tome for Beginning Mages™
It’s a tome with a lot of pages for its owner to write their incantations on. It’s also waterproof, in case it rains, and fireproof, in case you have a magical accident. Kress’s copy of this beloved magical tool is heavily dogeared and bookmarked, and smells sorta fishy.

Mom’s Piercing
It’s an ensorcelled piercing on his left earlobe. By running a minuscule amount of magic through it, it allows Kress to talk to the owner of the other piercing. Unfortunately, that’s his mom. Fortunately, she’s also Cresia’s Second Seat. Sadly, the advantages of the latter does not cancel out the disadvantages of the former, especially when communication requests go both ways.

Mom’s Bracelet
It’s an ensorcelled bead bracelet worn around his right wrist. These beads can also be detached from the bracelet with minimal effort and throw to trigger an explosion of fire that spans a twenty foot radius, lighting everything ablaze in a hellfire conflagration. There are 12 beads, and ostensibly, this was given to him for self-defense. Sometimes, Kress wonders if his mom is overprotective, or literally a psychopath.

Short History

The Alstein family is a prestigious one within Cresia, well-known for the miracles that they could perform with their Transfiguration magic. One of their revered ancestors could turn anything they touched into gold, while Ambrose Alstein, former First Seat during the Last War, could polymorph as easily as other humans could breathe. Generations upon generations have produced mages who were exceptional at the least, extraordinary at the best, and with Edmond Alstein in the First Seat and Cecilia Alstein in the Second Seat, there was no doubt that the Alsteins are the most famous family within the nation of Cresia, their celebrity akin to royalty no matter how hard they attempt to dissuade themselves from such image.

Then there’s Kress Alstein, the firstborn son of Cecilia Alstein, who’s an absolute failure at ‘real’ magic no matter how passionate he is about it. Sometimes you rolled a nat 1 on the genetics lottery, after all, regardless of your heritage. Growing up, he watched his younger siblings turn into birds and turn birds into swords while he made vague wind noises with his hands. Growing up, he watched his uncle and his mom and literally every adult he met do these crazy things with magic he couldn’t even imagine. Growing up, rather than feeling ostracized, Kress felt excited. Magic was so cool! Magic was so amazing! Ho geez, he had wanted to do everything he could with magic, no matter how small it was!

And that enthusiasm never died, no matter how slow his owe progress was.

Maybe that was why Kress Alstein got accepted into Arkus Academy over people who were much more talented and skilled than him? Surely, such a prestigious school wouldn’t let people in through family connections or bribes, right?

Right.

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Interest Check

Mm, and how do you plan on doing the dungeoning part of the RP? Will you be setting up a map or anything like that?

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Interest Check

Will you be doing some sort of ranking for Attributes and such, in lieu of levels and such? Alternatively, is this going to be more like a RPG where people grow stronger to get good, or is it more like a MOBA where you have the same general set of abilities and power levels, but you get more skilled over time?

✤ Delve ✤

_{Morning///A Certain Third-Story Flat}

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Daylight had yet to break through the thin curtains of the room, but Varanense was already awake. Free as he may have been, the adventurer was still a slave to habit, and no matter how late he stayed up the night before, it was always like this: waking up an hour before sunrise, Nemesis cuddled up against him. Never for pleasure, but always for warmth. He smiled sleepily, brushing a silver strand out of her eyes, before pulling himself away…and almost fell over from the sudden brutal headache that struck him right in the top of the cranium. Stumbling a couple of steps before converting into a not-so graceful sitting position on the ground, he nursed a surprisingly acute hangover. What even happened last night? His mouth tasted funny too, filled with a strange flavor that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the origin of. Was it a wild night? Or was it a bad night? His brow furrowed as he tried to recall, but all Varanense could come up with was…nothing.

A suspicious amount of nothing. It had been Little Valhalla, after all. Knowing himself, he wouldn’t have gotten blackout drunk by choice, because this would have been an experience actually worth remembering. He pulled himself up again, before hearing an equally suspicious crinkling coming from his pocket. Extracting it, Varanense narrowed his eyes at the mysterious glyphs, his D+ intelligence trying in vain to decipher the alien text before he came to the realization that it was all just bad writing. Bad writing and a goddamn debt. A goddamn debt of 825000 vallis. No interest, because Odin wasn’t a gangster, but still, Varanense wouldn’t be able to make that much money even after selling his kidneys.

A sigh escaped him. So that was their collar. So much for a relaxing slow life with an exhibitionist goddess. He let out another sigh, wondering if he at least got one of the Valkyrie’s numbers after all this. But no, disappointment and failure persisted there too.

What a life.

Varanense sulked around the flat until someone’s big black cock (referring to the male adult chicken) crowed in the distance and an alcohol-infused Nemesis began half-heartedly prodding him in the head with her feet, complaining about the lack of breakfast. Then, he promptly leapt up, and restarted his morning routine, humming a happier rendition of a song about tossing gods under the grindstone of a mill and making bread out of them.

At least his porridge making skills remained on point.

_{Late Morning///Entrance to the Dungeon}

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11AM was hella late by Varanense’s standards. Clock in early, clock out early was his motto for the easy breezy adventuring life, but considering his terrible no good very bad start in the morning, it was a miracle that he showed up at all. Well, if the insidious threat of Odin’s edicts served as a miracle at all. In the same clothing that he went into the tavern with, then partied with, then slept in, Varanense nodded at the new face, a cutesy little Pallum that shoulda aimed for the hollow Dahlia’s knee if she hoped to actually do anything. Always weird to see Pallum supporters, honestly. There had to be some sort of witchcraft happening there, when children carried packs thrice their weight, but somehow ended up not toppling backwards whenever they walked on an incline.

“Varanense,” he introduced himself, offering the Pallum a handshake. Then, his eyes flickered back to Dahlia, a tinge of caution in his eyes. “And just in case it’s actually the case, even though it’s probably not the case at all…Odin doesn’t have some sort of hellish training regime waiting for us tomorrow, yeah? Really can’t picture anyone managing to get to level 2 within a year n all.”

Most didn’t even make it to level 2 in their entire life, after all. The dark-skinned archer readjusted his quiver as he waited for an answer, wondering if others shared the same opinion as himself. No matter how you cut it, unless they were going to be thrown at Minotaurs or forced through similarly satanic trials, there was no way they were going to level up before they had to cough up 100,000 vallis. What a hellzone.

Neo Sorairo

“Strikers into the rig!” was Tian-Gui’s rallying cry as he followed after Lucia. In close quarters, melee fighters would undoubtedly have a greater advantage, while the open area topside was better for the flightier Gunners. Though a part of him was bothered with leaving them relatively defenseless, a greater part of him trusted that his classmates would be able to hold their own in such situations. The non-Psychers had to be prioritized first, and every second lost could mean someone getting hurt. Surging past the maiden knight as she cleaved an invader in two, the golden monolith slammed his gauntlets into the crease between the elevator doors and ripped them apart, leaving only the gaping darkness of the elevator shaft before him. Within, the crimson lights of the Invaders eyes were camoflagued by the emergency lighting as well, only their scuttling legs making any difference.

Turning back to the others, he nodded once, taking note of who followed and who stayed behind. Then, his blue eyes flashed and Tian-Gui leapt back, entering free fall as he dove down through the floors of the rig.

“Subaru!” the titan spoke through comms, “When do I stop?!”

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Interest Check

It's in my nature to lust after adventure RPs with a progression system, so I'll drop some tentative interest here.

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

It had rattled.

As a darker dimension unveiled itself, a dimension that was composed solely of Soth, infinitely of Soth, Amaryllis’s sword had rattled. Not in fear, not in terror, but in anticipation. A greater foe. A greater meal. One that had no end and no beginning, no limit to the amount it could carve away. What the sword sought was to fight and to kill, and even the gravity of a Horror could not make it bow its head.

Her own blood felt like it had frozen. Her own heart felt like it had stopped. Her own legs felt like they were on the verge of collapse. Her mind roared at her to escape, her eyes couldn’t comprehend what was spreading out before her, her intelligence as a sentient creature of flesh and bone told her that there was no point in resisting if such a monster truly flexed their boundless might. But Amaryllis of the Rose was Amaryllis of the Steel, and through it all, she couldn’t help but smile. Her Sword wanted war, even now. It was nice to see that it remained a stupid, petty, mindless berserker to the end. And if this was how things were going to be, she’d unchain all that held it back too.

But things weren’t to be.

Things didn’t end.

Above, the stars shone on, inbetween the cracks of sundered reality. Below, dozens of magical girls fought on, a dragon raging. Annabelle was nowhere to be seen, only flickering chains remaining. And within this world, Soth’s voice rang out clear, granting them clemency, granting them a scapegoat.

It didn’t end.

Soth was free to try again. They’ll have to stop this again. The Horror will learn, and will redouble its efforts. She didn’t have to use her trump card this time, but how much longer would such a being remain amused with the struggles of mere humans? The Gods cared not to intervene, their hand never having been shown during this conflict. And that was only one Horror. As cosmically powerful as these beings were, they were also as numerous as the stars themselves. There was always another threat, another scheme, another something.

It wasn’t over.

The crypt fell back down into the earth, as the mass of eyes and tentacles gathered itself up again. No longer supported, it may be, but it was still monstrously powerful in its own right. Amaryllis tightened her grip, feeling the ironsand of her Sword’s pleasure scrape against her navel.

“Seraph of the Morning Star, attend to the dragon, please. As it stands, this creature is no longer the greatest threat within this land of the dead.”

Her heart was throbbing again, faster than ever, working itself into a frenzy.

“My sword alone shall be sufficient in extinguishing it.”

One step turned her into silver, another step turned her into light. She brought her full strength to bear, and the forsakened blade gorged itself without end within this godless tomb.

Soon, there was not one rusted rose that had not been dyed the color of the monster's blood.

Lostman Grafitti

@banjoanjo Tell me what she does beforehand, so I can toss stuff at you.

@OwO@AdmrlStalfos19 You two can feel free to do a collab or whatever.

@Savo It's relatively quiet around Marc right now. He can still hear dumb teenagers being dumb vaguely far off in the distance, but currently around him, it's pretty light. If he looks at Kang's car, he'll see a red light blipping from the rearview mirror.

@Asuras Kouta's angling like he's gonna leave, if that's not xtra obvious.