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Goblin Quest

Name: Hoi
Age: Day 3
Gender: Male
Race: Goblin
Level: 1

Appearance: The widest of the litter, if not the tallest, Hoi is rotund, with a bulging belly and chubby cheeks. His neck has a strange crook to it that makes it almost painful for him to stand straight, and his arms are of an uncommon length as well. There is a distinct baseness to him, his yellow eyes lacking the same glint that his brethren do, and his facial features have a squashed-flat look: his nose is fatter but shorter than others, and his lips are fatter too. Of course, unlike his brothers and sisters, he's actually bald. Not a spot of hair pokes out from his motley-green crown, not even a bit of fuzz.

He doesn't mind though. Seeing how everyone else gets sticks and shit stuck in their hair, it's basically an advantage.

Personality: Hoi gets the job done and takes every scrap of enjoyment he can afterwards. He doesn't shirk from hard or dirty work, and he appears both tactless and insensitive. If he works, he expects recompense. If others shirk work, he expects them to starve. Work comes easily to him, but so does violence. Claws to scratch, feet to stomp, teeth to gnash, and a mind crueller than his responsible, hard-working attitude would suggest. They are goblins, after all. If the weak can't make themselves useful, then they're just another burden. And Hoi's tired of burdens.

Past Life

There's too many mouths to feed and not enough hours in the day.

Honest work could sustain himself, of course, if he were careful with how often he purchased meat. Rice did the job, even though it long became tasteless to him. For the others though, he had to do more.

So he did. Went out into the backcountry occasionally on hikes. Picked things up that other people misplaced. Talked with the big man. Received his dues. No questions, no answers. He got his money, he bought his food, he paid the bills, and he was out.

Fucking leeches.

He died alone between the borders.

They were the state's problem now.

Talents

Out Like A Light

^{Restful sleep comes easily regardless of comfort, and no imagined terrors disturbs one's rest. Allows for greater rejuvenation when resting, as well as immediate awareness once awoken.}
Burden Bearer

^{Heavy weights are familiar, and the body adjusts naturally to encumberance. Increases endurance and carrying capacity, though does not increase base physical strength.}

Skills

Dark Eye [E-Rank]

^{Passive
Allows one to see more effectively in the darkness.}
Absorption [???-Rank]

^{Active (Remaining Uses: 8)
Gain skill(s) from creatures one devours. The amount of skills gained from this process is 8. This amount resets upon evolution.}

Inventory: --

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

And there, posted. Hopefully the other plaza peeps can get there stuff in on time.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

"It's a sign of trust," Cecilia replied, winking at Artemisia.

No new parties popped up out from the woodwork, and as they got closer to the palace tower, the spearwoman was able to gauge the height more effectively. About 40 or so feet, wasn't it? Looked basically fine then. From her pack, she pulled out a hefty length of rope, 50 feet total, perhaps the most important piece of equipment she had beyond her actual equipment. Never leave home without rope, after all. Tie people up, burn it for fuel, climb up things, the applications were limitless. She pulled it over her shoulder, letting it hang against her collarbone, before slapping her thighs a couple times to encourage warmth in them. Nice and supple as always; after the regenerative potion she drank, whatever injuries she sustained in the previous fight wouldn't affect her mobility at least.

Once her meager preparations were done, she turned to the others. "I'll head up first then. See if I can secure a piton up there to attach the rope from, and then the rest of you can climb up too!"

No point in waiting now. Her ankles cracked and popped as she rotated them and she licked her lips. Planting her feet against the side of the building, she tested for grip first, as well as texture. The stone was weathered, worn from rain and wind, pockmarks everywhere as bits and pieces of it crumbled over time. Not as great as if she had climbing spikes (maybe she should have taken Norbert's shoes too), but it wasn't a big problem.

Cecilia hopped a couple steps back, and then ran right at the wall, a lilac-scented gale. Kicking off the ground, she ran upwards in a diagonal fashion, her feet skittering against the rough stone, and, on the precipice of falling, she jumped up. One jump to the side, and then a second jump in mid-air, propelling her back against the wall to take another few steps up. It was an easy rhythm, but also a frenetic pace, and she was happy, at least, that there were a couple of platforms against the wall for her to establish a better foothold on, producing a more powerful jump that gave her another feet or two of extra height.

Through that combination of wall-hopping and switchbacking, the spellblade made it up to the hole with enough leeway (or perhaps just pride) to finish her ascent with a front flip. She flashed a thumbs-up at her companions down before, before hammering a spike into the stonework, where she secured her rope.

"Don't know how safe it is," Cecilia called down, still feeling the effects of her adrenaline rush and her sugar rush kicking in at the same time. "But the horse probably can't climb this, Arte!"

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Diagram of the rave, courtesy of Ari's art skills.



The grid in the center is the main hall, where the dancing is. To the south is the entrance, while the main hall is ringed by sidehalls that one can head into for some modicum of privacy. Heading off north and back are the back rooms. Around the main hall are the bars for serving beverages, of which there appear to be multiple.

Veronica and Justine are facing off in the entrance.

Cindy and her entourage are at the side halls, to the bottom right.

Eden and her bullshit is nebulously far back.

Everyone else is nebulously in the main hall, unless otherwise stated. With this knowledge, hopefully one can more accurately place their characters in this cluster.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

_{@BrokenPromise@PlatinumSkink}

Nuncio was still paranoid, wasn't he? Amaryllis cast a side-eyed glance towards him, but said nothing. There was no need to question his suspicions. If Mariette betrayed them, Amaryllis will cut herself out of whatever scheme stood before her. If Mariette was true, then such conversation was meaningless.

Actions, not words, informed upon the heart of an individual.

As Mariette opened up a portal eastwards, Amaryllis channeled her own magic through it. Silvered buds manifested in the air around the eastern side of the warehouse, but neither bloomed nor grew. They stayed there, locked in place, no more than beads in the air, six in total. Amaryllis nodded at her handiwork, then settled back down. Now, they just waited, for what news Nuncio's cat could bring them.

She pulled a bag of shrimp-flavored chips from her Big Backpack, popping it open with a puff of shrimpy powder. Taking a couple of the puffy snack for herself, the Knight of Rose passed the bag around, offering it first to Nuncio, then Mariette.

"Some refreshment before our quest begins," she said. "I find it comforting to have something to chew on beyond one's thoughts."

_@Flamelord

Liss took it gratefully, even if her expression didn't show it. Slapping the handkerchief against her face, she scrubbed at it energetically, wiping away salt and makeup, or at least spreading it out. She'd need water to really get it out, but as the auburn-haired girl retracted the cloth from her face, the trails of mascara were gone now. Her face had strange dark smudges over it as well, and the corners of her eyes were still raw, but it was an improvement from her wretched, sob-fest state. Maybe.

She folded the dirtied handkerchief into a nice, neat square, and handed it back to the mysterious adult with a sigh. Taking another swig of what tasted like very, very, very watered-down alcohol, Liss blinked at him for a couple seconds. She swayed a bit, then just ended up flopping against the counter. "I'm a...I'm not a traveler," she said, massaging the bridge of her nose. "I'm just a dier. Ugh, I didn't want to live by missing out on the fight, y'know?"

Another drink of water. She belched.

"But you're like a...good guy, guy. Feel like you'd die, really fast and all, cause like, nice ones always do. Name? I'm Liss, so like, yeah. Name?"

_{@Majoras End}

Fine recognized that smile. It was the sorta smile that her colleagues had. That sort of 'well, can't be helped' attitude that girls with a propensity of dealing with massive amounts of bullshit develop. The desperation of a protector, or the desperation of someone making up for past mistakes. The woman didn't like it. A professional got the work done, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy yourself either.

"Can't imagine we'd get all that good a dinner here, unfortunately," Fine said. "Suppose we'll just have to meet after this, Eliza. For now though..."

With a firm, but gentle grip, the rubellite-eyed woman took Eliza by the hand and led her up onto her feet.

"An oath of protection is a noble ideal, but even an adorable sentinel like you deserves a break, no? If dinner's not a possibility, and drinks are off the table, would you grant me the pleasure of a dance instead?"

_{@PlatinumSkink}

"Ja-jang~!"

With a vocalized victory chime, Myria watched as the gate to the vent slid away. That certainly was cool, wasn't it? Magical girls being magical girls, she was naturally inclined to believe that any system of entry and exit would ignore engineered mechanisms in exchange for arcane contraptions, so this sort of primitive stuff honestly jived with her quite a lot. She'd have to send this person a nice letter afterwards. For now though...

"Ok, Trump, back into the hidey-hole."

Slapping the girl-doll back into her Hammerspace, the dark magical girl called out her next fun little contraption. Whereas Trump's vessel was a girl of equal weight, Poly's vessel was a head with two feet sewn where the neck was, and one eloquent hand sticking out of its forehead. Not just any hand though. It was Myria's left hand, one of the dozen hands she purchased from a cool, creepy lich who was totally rocking the robed skeleton aesthetic. Cost her a pretty penny, but it was a fun little trick. Looking at her own left hand, she allowed her Spirit magic to 'sever' and 'transplant' that portion of her soul into the left hand attached to Poly's form. Immediately, her hand blackened, cursed magic woven into it, while a tingly numbness seeped in too, while the detached hand began to twitch, flex, fill with life. She tested the connection a couple times, and then grinned.

"My boy, Poly, let's see you go!"

Obediently, the ball-like corpse-doll hopped up into the vent and began to waddle away, cute as a penguin with a head for a body and a hand sticking out of it. Just through the vent, down the drop, turn left, and voila~!

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

Just outta curiousity, but are academy RPs, fantasy adventure RPs, and all that sorta stuff considered original? Or are they fandom offshoots/AUs/whatever of, say, Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Use metamagic to cast powerful spells with a bonus action, while you use your action to cast normal spells. Gotta burst, baby.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Alas, Xalt doesn't allow playable vampires.

Skybound

Tickle her sides while she has her arms up. Checkmate, magical girl.

Skybound

Cain Darlite

26 y/o | Male | Human | Medic

A veteran empyrean, Cain Darlite seeks only to find himself companions with which he could venture off into the farthest reaches of the world with. Once a member of the illustrious Karadez, a locally-famous airship crew that operated mostly in the western territories of Yuncay, an unfortunate series of events involving Cupid’s arrow richocheting off multiple hearts ended up in a bloodbath of legendary proportions, both on a physical and emotional level. As Karadez imploded in a violent eruption of romantic jealousy, Cain Darlite, veteran empyrean and healing specialist, the man with the skills to turn everyone into morning people without even the help of copious amounts of caffeine, spied with his rubellite eyes signs of a great storm to come!

The resurrection of the famed Fornacis, striving to cross the great azure and stake their claim as the first crew to return from the Boundary intact! How excellent! How exciting! Such fleeting passions may be disregarded as a drunkard’s nonsense in any other situation, but alongside legends that had not yet faded and aspirants whose legends had yet to begun, there was a very real possibility that impossibilities may be proven false! With banner in hand and song in his heart, Cain did what any youthful veteran empyrean with red blood in their veins and a desire to witness the making of history would do! He applied!!!

And honestly, as a medic empyrean with twelve years of experience operating off the western territories of Yuncay, who could flagdance as well as he could sing as well as he could dance while also magically healing people in ways that normal healing couldn’t match, it was simply an inevitability that he would become a member of the new and improved Fornacis crew!

Thank the Skyfather for that.

Hanswer

Hanswer is a pyxis specialized in 'performance', manifesting itself as a seven foot long flagpole made of a cream-colored metal that rings like a bell when struck. Both sides are spiked to facilitate planting the flagpole into the ground rather than for the purposes of stabbing people, but as a large metal rod, it's still usable as a weapon, despite Hanswer's personal protests. When abilities are utilized, a flag appropriate to either the group, the environment, or the song will weave itself out of vestigial aura, growing in length as the ability is continuously used.

As an individual, Hanswer provides background vocals and particular enjoys doing ominous chanting. It'll definitely try to slip such dreary, dramatic vibes in whenever it can, but is otherwise compliant, if not sarcastically so, with Cain's own desires.

Skills

“Here I Am”
^{~Party’s over, but I wanna dance a little longer~}

The opening piece that warms up the artist, enabling their voice to reach farther, unfettered by the limitations of environment. Upon activation, Cain is able to change his attire to whatever he desires, as well as add small cosmetic changes such as altering his hair or eye color, through illusory methods. More prominent, however, is that his voice echoes psychically in the minds of his allies, allowing for communication even when they are deafened…though it still requires him to physically vocalize, making this ill-suited for clandestine communications.

“We Are The Flame”
^{~We head into the darkness to find the light~}

The second song revs up the crowd, warming up the blood in their body and emboldening their spirits. Upon activation, allies capable of hearing Cain have their nerves calmed and their body strengthened, enabling swifter movement as they charge into the fray and dance through the battlefield. Their steps become more certain even upon uncertain terrain, even in the face of mighty foes, for their hearts are fire, and glory awaits beyond the dusk.

“Miraclebringers”
^{~Let the sound of hope resound in the air~}

The third song starts soft but swells up with increasing strength, granting listeners a deeper strength than from a firestarting piece. Upon activation, allies capable of hearing Cain have their regenerative capabilities improved, allowing them to recoup stamina and heal from sustained wounds. For those on the brink of reckless despair, the bell tolls, granting them strength once more to fight and to live. There is only false prestige to be found in sacrifice; the only acceptable ending is one where everyone survives and can live to laugh about this battle over tankards of ale.