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Reborn: Coming of Calamity

_{5'5 ✠ 111 lbs ✠ Human ✠ Female}

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Ahmya is a nice girl. What more is there to say? She's a nice girl who never had anything that'd develop something cynical or cold-hearted in her, nor anything to inspire ferocity and ambition. Beloved in her childhood and free from bullying in her school years, she grew up content, with no real need to wish for too much. Her childhood dream was that of marriage to a handsome prince. Her youthful goals was stress-free office work that could provide a decent income. Perhaps a bit on the side of a realist, Ahmya always understood that she was better as a follower than a leader, and doesn't really want to be troubled with difficult, intense, or dangerous things. She finds it hard to get into competitions as well, though sometimes a sufficiently cute reward would bait her into getting into that sorta stuff. Cute things are nice, after all, from little dogs to fat cats to pretty bouquets to fancy little cakes. Even Ahmya can work up the will to step out of her comfort zone if her Cuteness Meter is filled up.

Not, of course, that it helps her at all in actually performing well.

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Ahmya is beautiful. Not in her proportions or her face, nor in how she dresses or acts. Rather, it is the purity of her soul that shines so brilliantly, enough so that her mere presence is soothing to others. Her movements are average, her height is average, her physical assets are average, but still, an innate charisma is present in her poise, in how her smile is at times helpless and hopeful, in how she treats everything as if they were as fragile as glass. Her vulnerability is clear, her selflessness present in each thoughtful movement. That is how she shines, in a world that seeks to snuff her out.

That is how she burns, in a world so lightless, so dreadful.

βӀҽʂʂìղց | Ͳհҽ Ɛʍքվɾҽąղ Ⱥɾҍìէҽɾ

The Mantle of the Saint, the Crown of the Pure Soul, the Vestements of Divine Mandate.

The Blessing of the Empyrean Arbiter is one that grants many boons, all rolled together to serve the function of a highly proficient supporter. Proof of this Blessing is founded in the Banner of Conquest, a metaphysical relic that the Arbiter's Blessed is able to call forth at will. Upon manifestation, various gifts are granted, such as a massive capacity for mana, resistance to all magical attacks outside of those of a divine or demonic nature, immunity to any negative magical effects, proficiency and knowledge of the demonic, the ability to speak the Universal Language, as well as access to a variety of abilities, many of which have yet to be unlocked. Below are the two that Ahmya starts with.

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The Arbiter can inscribe an emblem upon willing targets, setting them as an ‘Ally’. Once inscribed, Allies can telepathically communicate with each other, sharing all five senses when necessary, and their locations are always known by the Arbiter, barring anti-divination abilities or other indirect methods of interference. The more active Stigmatas are inscribed, the more quickly the Arbiter grows in strength.

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By planting the Banner of Conquest into the ground, the Arbiter can consecrate and isolate an area of her choosing, creating a battlefield where escape through physical means is impossible. In this quarantined arena, the Arbiter can teleport Allies to any location within, instinctively understand their physical, mental, and spiritual state, as well as improve their physical and magical state by draining her own health and mana. Furthermore, status effects can be transferred from Allies onto the Arbiter as well. Healing spells that would normally require physical contact can be performed onto Allies regardless of distance, while Buffing spells that are normally single-target can affect all Allies simultaneously.

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If all things go well, Ahmya will never have to be physically challenged. Currently, she looks about as strong as she is, which is to say she's weak.

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A variety of passive effects manifest from her magic, the boon of an otherworldly force. Ahmya has incredible health and mana regeneration, to the point where it’d be hard to kill her without instantly crushing her head, as well as a smattering of supportive spells, offering buffs and barrier creation in normal circumstances.

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Ahmya wears holy vestments, woven of fabrics tough enough to dissuade the sharpened blade, dispel magics cast by a foul heart, and shelter her from the duresses of the environment. Unfortunately for the last part, her clothes aren't so modest as to make such protection from nature truly effective.

Ahmya does not carry any weapons.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Gerard nodded as she spoke, though the narrowing of his eyes made it clear that he still had to consciously break down every Japanese word she spoke before fully understanding it. “Ok,” he said, “I will do that!”

With that, the large man strode right on over to the Storm Pillar. It always confused him how he should address shorter people, especially with Japan’s super big omega respect for seniors, but this time, at least, Gerard chose to do a squat so he was eye to eye (or maybe even shorter) than the renowned master of the Breath of Storm. “Hello Mr. Pillar,” he spoke, with a slow cadence, the inflections off at some points. “Thank you for hosting the…for meeting everyone in your...house.” The foreigner followed with dipping of his head, the best bow one could do when already squatting. With all formalities done, he smiled at the man, stood up, and walked off to follow Maria out.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity

Huhu, getting competitive now eh.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Think I'll be dropping this RP now. Not as enthused for it as I was before. Peace~

Reborn: Coming of Calamity [Isekai adventure]

How many blessings can we have?

Reborn: Coming of Calamity [Isekai adventure]

Imagine not DMing me the thread immediately after you post it. Do you fear Albrecht's big dick energy that much?

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

“Roger dodger,” #13 went, before accelerating further. The thundering steps of the Sarcophagus boomed above the winter winds now, the military-grade monstrosity picking up more and more speed. Echoes of the Saint’s conflict reached visual range at this point, the detonation of dirt showing up clearly from the distance. Cool, she was fine!

Well, not as if she wasn’t ever going to be not fine.

Reaching out with his power, #13 let it all flow out again, extending towards the location of the blast before grasping over the rifle and any sidearms that the sniper held, ripping it out of the man’s clutches. It flew back with ferocious speed, before snapping into an empty part of the mismatched armor. Unarmed, the dude was probably definitely dead now, if he wasn’t before. Didn’t seem, at least, that intervention was necessary, and now #13 felt a bit bad for not trusting Saint Augustine’s abilities and staying place, but, well…

It worked out! It was fineeeee.

Slowing down to a walk and letting the (weirdly terrified) pilot off, the Frankenstein-esque mecha waved cheerfully at a distance with one hand, while the other hand twisted and unfolded to reveal the pilfered winter clothes #13 had appropriated from those Red Army fellows. He’d have to give his keeper the radio after she got properly dressed, huh? Maybe she could make sense of German.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

Short post is short but I guess that's just what happens when people are talking.

DanMachi: Alter Oration [DEAD]

“The point?” Triss tilted his head to the side, matching Grent’s glare with one that was open and defiant. “I’d like to know what counts as impressive and what has already been done. Less impressive to see the same thing happen twice, y’know?” There was a general wave towards both the adventurer and the alchemist, and then a half-hearted shrug. “Though I suppose I can’t do what you guys did anyways. Body type n potion knowledge n all.”

Spanking though? Really? Was Athena one of those Goddesses? Triss rolled that tidbit of information around in his head, wondering briefly whether the Goddess of Martial Wisdom was into that sort of play, before deciding to stop thinking and start asking instead.

“Athena’s into that sorta stuff?”

Another taboo question, delivered with brutal directness towards the pallum, as Triss shifted his weight onto his heels and bent his knees, sitting on a chair that wasn’t there.

Altera: Of the Destitute and the Destined

Argen, Katya, Muu, Renauld
There may have been something to be said for only offering Kur-Inuus the inedible portions of one’s prey, but there were no devout there to chastise Oscar for his decisions. With Muu and Renauld’s help, the task was done much more swiftly, even if both his helpers were dirtied at the end as well: their gloves and arms definitely stank of blood now, the coppery tang exuding from the trio almost unbearable. Thankfully, humans adapted quickly, and after a while, it was only Argen, Katya, and the horses that were bothered by the stench. The priest indeed made a show of plugging her nose and, with a nasally tone, said, “Ew, we’re eating monkey butt? Isn’t that like, full of monkey poop?”

Her disgust at the prospects of eating butt-meat was enough that she didn’t even respond to Argen’s mention of free cake. Not that she would have accepted the offer, of course. She was the priest! If she got free cake every time she healed someone, she wouldn’t be Katya anymore, she’d be Fatya!

The horses, thankfully, could still bear the extra load of monkey meat, and soon enough, the wagon was on the move once more, trudging over the snowy hills once more. After a couple hills, they couldn’t even see the death they left in their wake. After a couple minutes, the viscera that still clung to them no longer bothered them. They continued on, gradually catching up with the two that had gone ahead.

Ettamri, Siwon
Nothing that Oscar had witnessed and described had changed when Ettamri and Siwon found the scene of the carnage. The Fiend Knight had arrived first, his larger companion’s speed flagging as they got closer and closer, and thus, he was able to get the first view of the area around them. It was an unremarkable spot to say the least: the hills surrounding were high and steep, while the wagon looked to be thoroughly destroyed. Yet, there were no clear signs of looting as well, nor any usage of primitive weaponry such as tree trunks or boulders. Sliding down the steep hill into the shallow valley, both Silver Moon recruits could see now, that the empty sacks had simply scattered their grains into the soft snow around, rather than being pillaged or carried away. Was it a beast that had rampaged there? Or was it something greater?

Yes, perhaps it was something greater. Neither of them were particularly perceptive individuals, but with all the time they had, more details became illuminated. The sacks of grain and casks of wine had not been torn apart by a beast’s claw or fang, rather, what scattered bits remained were tinged and charred at the edges. The deathblows dealt unto the fallen recruits too, were varied yet methodical. Some were bludgeoned to death, their limbs mangled and their skulls caved in, even through what helmets they wore. Others had met swifter, but no less bloody ends, their throats pierced by a sharp object before they subsequently bled out, dying their armor and clothing crimson. None of the fallen had their weapons stolen, however, each one of them dying with their chosen armaments grasped in their hands, and only the horses appeared to be eaten. Choice cuts looked to have been torn out of the fallen steeds, and the destroyed wagon was a blackened skeleton of its former self, good for nothing but firewood now.

At the very least, Ettamri and Siwon could thank themselves that none of these unlucky monster hunters had turned to undead yet. They had time yet, if they wished, to gather the effects of the fallen, identify them by the tags hanging from their necks, and then have Katya properly perform their funeral rites, absolving them from the eternal curse of the King of Corpses.

Or they could not, and get some extra money out of these dead fellows once they DID turn undead.

Soon enough, the rest of the party will join them. It would be Ettamri and Siwon’s decision what to reveal and what to hide, what to do and what to say.