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A prince needs his harem. Especially cause he probably doesn't know how to dress and wash himself.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

So, my general view of things is that I didn't join this RP to play DnD. Wasn't as if the RP advertised dice and actual resources for people to consider and calculate to begin with.

Chaos magic should only really have consequences for the caster, and probably shouldn't cast any actual spells, like ye olde Wall of Force. I understand the fun in rolling random spell effects on a big table, but at the same time, Cecilia wouldn't be a big fan of partying with someone who's liable to be a detriment to her party at random or even, going by that personality section, intentionally. Like, the drawback of being able to cast decently powerful spells at a low mana cost would be to have random spell effects slapped onto yourself, without dragging other people into it. And it probably shouldn't allow you to cast, intentionally or not, other powerful spells for free.

The Karma system is probably better off just simplified in a way akin to 'letting the GM decide how much Karma you have when you decide to cash in on it'. Keeps it simple and means that you don't need to come up with any big numbers at all. If you wanna avoid a crazy stockpile of Karma building up, you could just say something basic like...every day, some good vibes go in his way because he didn't die of a sudden heart attack in his sleep, thus reducing Karma stockpile. Basically, random chance is weird in a RP where dice usually isn't actually involved, where fate/destiny play a bigger role.

Karmic Retribution is hilarious. Imagine if Serafaye tries to nuke you, but then just loses the coin flip and gets nuked herself.

That being said, I do think that it's partly the jurisdiction of the GM how to properly integrate characters into the plot. Serafaye's gonna blow her cover the instant she brings up some stupid fancy concept like democracy or basic human rights, anyways.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

"Uh...huh."

Cecilia watched the celestial maiden fall, apparently not beholden to the same gravity that the rest of them was. Like a normal person, she shimmied down the four-story drop with rope herself, bouncing against the wall as she descended. Plenty of thoughts were going through her own head now, but in the end...there was some incongruities here, weren't there? Artemisia seemed alive though, and Locke existed too in his Locke-ish way of not saying or doing much of anything.

Interesting, really...

"Well, let's keep it simple and hash things out then. Dunno where the Herculon Gorge or Severanoxis is, but right now, we're at the Forgotten Ruins, north of Palagria. One week back, a falling star struck this area, and most of the adventurers, such as ourselves, went off to investigate, either at the behest of Palagria or just, cause, y'know, ain't every day we get to see a falling star." Cecilia took a swig of water from her skin, before offering the obviously confused star-maiden a cookie. "My group got here first, looked up, and found you in a crystal. Hit it a buncha times to break you out, and there you go!"

Her eyes flickered briefly towards their surroundings once more. The sound of battle had definitely died down now. Worse comes to worse, they'd have to go crawling through the way Annabelle came in. Sucks for Arte's horse and lizardman, really.

"So hey, maybe whoever you were fighting banished you to another plane? Or maybe you died, and this is what happens when the divine perish? Who were you calling for anyways? Your attendants?"

Cacophony Concord

That doesn't remind me, but it got brought up anyways.

Does anyone have a burning desire for a Discord server?

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Anyways, more seriously for rooming arrangements, I'm a madman for drama and shenanigans, so we should have mixed gender rooming arrangements and a common bath area.

I have too many discord servers too, so I'm leaning away from having to add another.

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What girls? Dude's romantically cursed now.

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

_@Ariamis

The smoke would have rose out of the cracks, of course, if not for the fact that it was magic smoke, brought on from a combination of Askefye's Fire and Darkness specializations. Cackling as water surged towards her, the fire spirit dispersed in a flast of flame, before reappearing elsewhere. Someone finally noticed her! Someone was finally going to fight her! All around, the Ascendancy were at war, but only now, noticed by this blue, flat midget, was Askefye finally going to get herself a good old fashioned fight too! Her flames surged ever brighter, evaporating the water that the blue washboard manifested, until steam now joined smoke and shadow, the warehouse dissolving into further obscurity.

"Let's GO!" She cried, pillars of flame rising around her. Covering into a singular storm, she hurled the burning tornado like a lance, intent on turning Vivi into ash. Though a Warrior she was not, Askefye always enjoyed a good fight. It was the only time she could interact with someone who wasn't trying to recruit her, after all.

But it was not meant to be. It was not meant to be at all.

Though mad as any monster girl who gave into her instincts ought to be, Askefye could still feel it, that collossal build-up of magical energy, the surge and the pulse of a power capable of wiping out magical girls by the dozens. It was already too late, the Powerful Aura that blanketed the arcane atmosphere of the warehouse had hid the masterwork spell until it had already reached its apex, and before her, the blue washboard twitched, overwhelmed, unresponsive.

Was she seriously going to be cucked from the single person who paid her any attention at the rave?

"Fuck THAT!"

Drawing back her tornado, Askefye shot forwards, tackling Vivi right in the gut. Her magic was already burning hot; her form seared into Vivi's own, before both their bodies glowed with incandescent brilliance.

A flash later, and they were in the Overcity.

_{@BrokenPromise@Vocab@Flamelord@Ariamis}

They fell like puppets cut loose from their strings.

One by one, minds lost to a solar flare of psychic energy.

The monsters revelled, free to mutilate their hated foes now.

One ate their faces. Another tore off their limbs. Others sated less violent desires, all the more depraved.

In the chaos of victory, the licence of the monstrous, Lei Zi strode through, unnoticed, unbothered. Her sandals clacked against the bloodied, burnt ground. Her staff chimed, echoing the thunder beyond the cracked ceiling. Blood abound, death abound. A plot that succeeded, vengeance to be reaped. So much war, all because some preferred to seep into their corruption, rather than simply be freed of it. Lei Zi stepped over a body. She recognized that face. Amelie, wasn't it? Stupid girl with stupid ideals; they met when the Ascendancy cracked down on her preaching in western China, thinking she was a cultist of sorts. They had drinks after the confusion was cleared up. In twenty years, they'll have drinks again.

This was the storm then. This was the equilibrium that Tian Rong sent her for. She was not lightning here, but thunder, the retaliation. Slay all evil, and bring forth the harvest. Such was the role of the Maiden of the Monsoon.

Her staff continued to clang, brass rings clashing against one another, but another sound soon joined it. The rasping of tempered steel against concrete, a naked blade pulsating in her palm. Blessed by every generation of shrine maiden before her, a conduit of power for her deity to perform his miracles. Miracles of destruction, fury that would make storm gods quake. Miracles of abundance, mercy that would make harvest goddesses weep. She raised her sword, and pointed it skywards.

It was fortunate, that she knew where those surviving Beacon members were.

"Blind the Night."

A Blessed Barrage of white lightning suffused the basement of the warehouse, flooding the main hall, surging into the sidehalls, before tearing through concrete like paper to curve in and rip through the back halls, the back rooms. Only the immediate surroundings of Alicia and Leena were spared, and they could see it, briefly, the scales of a serpentine dragon, crackling all around them.

Lightning continued to pour.

And up above, the storm that continued to gather over Penrose rumbled.

Laughed.

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I want everyone to share the same room.

Even better.

I want everyone to share the same massive bed. We can then assert dominance by pushing each other off the bed at night.

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I would argue that some people thus far have some pretty powerful mana descriptions?

Like...

Overwhelming.

A Serpentine Orgy Of Chaos.

near-abyssal qualities.

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Feel like Class A is basically entirely that. But maybe that's just me.