I'm presuming that her Gifted perk manifests in space-slipping and monster-shifting. Not too certain about space-slipping during time stop myself, so I'll leave it up to Ari. For the extra abilities she gets from turning into a monster, just note that those extra abilities will still be based off her Beast magic stuff in terms of strength.
In regards to her being able to summon Behemoths during events, I suppose you mean specifically when she's the baddie that everyone else dogpiles?
Just for reference's sake, because there's almost zero chance of Beacon nuking the location of it, where's her Phylactery located?
And now, this is an @Ariamis question. Magical coins are stored in people's souls and presumably, the White Coin purifies your soul. Would Phylactery girls have to yeet all the way over to their Phylactery whenever they wanna use/store their coins? Or is there always a connection, so it just travels through some thin 'soul-stream' n all? If a Phylactery girl reforges/is purified, are they remade at the site of their body, or the site of their soul?
"If something happens, I'll take you up on that offer," the detective replied, before raising the window shut. Soon enough, his car was swallowed up by the twisting streets of the district, leaving Aya alone on the side of the road.
It may have been a bit terrifying if she had found herself in the Southwestern or Central District at this time of night, but while many of the shops in the Western District were closed, the shopkeepers often lived on the second level of the buildings, and the sounds of family life could be heard so long as one focused their hearing enough. An old woman played with her grandchildren. Someone was deepfrying tempura shrimp. A puppy yipped against a window. Compared to the sound-proofed, sanitized buildings of their neighbors up north, Tenoroshi's "heritage site" had a warmth that persisted even at night.
And even then, this same district was one where a child could run, terrified of something, until they collapsed in the heat.
Camera & Film was predictably empty. As Aya entered the shop, she saw herself on a CCTV monitor extending downwards from the ceiling. The quality was as crisp as you'd expect out of a camera shop (though videography wasn't Tsunoda's specialty or interest), and the text on the bottom spoke with cheerful menace: 'Smile! You look great today!' The man himself, the only breathing lifeform amongst the aisles of lenses, cameras, film canisters, and tripods, was currently at the front counter, reclining on a faded leather sofa with his socked feet (his big toe poked out of the hole) on the counter. In his hands, he fiddled with an old Polaroid, parts of the case removed to reveal the machinery underneath. A mug of cold coffee sat by his feet, and a newspaper rested on his lap and stomach, where bits of metal and some small tools laid in a disorderly fashion.
"Sup, Aya," he said, not even looking up at the young woman.
Having done her due diligence of slicing apart bows and pushing archers off rooftops, Cecilia returned to the group just in time to see the lizardman jam the things stuck in his body...deeper into his body. Was that a cultural thing? It definitely looked painful, and she winced upon seeing it all go down. Not like she knew any of them for more than a day, but after they've fought together rather than fought against each other, the Spellblade was willing to give him a pick-me-up, free of charge. Rummaging through her pack, Cecilia pulled out a small vial containing an ash-blue liquid before walking up to the barbarian.
"Here, drink up," she said, offering it to him. "It'll help with the pain a bit." Probably. Lizard physiology couldn't be that different from human physiology, right? Hopefully it'll numb it enough that he didn't keel over from agony after some more light jogging? Or even a full on sprint. Which was looking like a real good idea.
Reminded her though...
"Serafaye, right? How bout you take the lead here first then? Run as fast as you can and all! If you're so tough, maybe you'll just be like a battering ram and clear everything outta our way?"
At this point, stealth definitely seemed impossible. And if that's the point, they may as well veer off into the other extreme of escape: as loud as possible, as destructive as possible.
With his dorm mates having concluded their spat and busying themselves with their own interests, Kress began to organize his own stuff, popping open a small crate that contained his own possessions. Unlike Alberta, who consumed the entirety of their shared room with her possessions, Kress had done his research ahead of time; the entirety of his belongings could fit by the wall of his bunk bed…with some modifications, of course.
Claiming the bottom bunk for himself, the blue-haired youth carefully hammered in the nails necessary to secure an ornate, lacquered shelf, right over his bed, before lining it up with a variety of texts on magic theory, human anatomy, and architectural perspective. Under his bed, he slid in extra clothing, spare abacus parts, and his painting supplies. It almost surprised Kress, how quickly he was able to get everything organized, but then again, he had spent a fair amount of time just dreaming about this moment. Finally. He could live independently! Sure, it was Ty who was cooking up food for the two of them, and sure, he wasn’t personally paying for tuition or anything like that, but still…
The boy flopped on his bed and closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet of a building without dozens of servants moving about. A clarity, perhaps. A sense of freedom. Ah, it’d have been nice if he could have brought his harp over as well, but Kress had held off from that, and seeing that Alberta filled up so much space in their shared rooms, that was probably for the best. Maybe he’ll go shopping later and just buy one? Yeah, another thing to get excited about! He certainly wasn’t lacking in money, after all.
Hopping off his bed, Kress strode over to the kitchen, watching Ty at work with wide eyes, committing it all to memory. Whatever a human could do, magic could too, but creation mages like himself still needed to be able to visualize the process, lest they end up with a product that had no substance. The boy only half-acknowledged Alberta’s commandments when she reappeared, but it wasn’t like he planned on doing anything untoward her anyways. He had enough older sisters to know what not to do when living in the same building as one, after all. Last time he gave in to his curiosity, he had stumbled upon dark knowledge that he’d much rather have avoided.
“Thanks, Ty,” Kress said, taking the plate and eating it slowly. It tasted about alright. Pretty normal. Which was good. Seemed up to par and all. “Oh, but if it’s not too much trouble, could you make a cold meal or something? For any of us, if we wake up hungry at night.”
@Shovel Make sure to multiply your SP by 10. It's a resource, after all.
Assuming that your character read up on guides and such, there are no guides that direct people to automatically go after frogmen. Most will talk about going after goblins. Because they're goblins.
Your character was supposed to log-in at the same time as everyone else, because y'all planned to meet up and then party up. You're late now though, so operate with that in mind.
In regards to your post about seeing a group of people...there's only one person who was leaning against the Keystone. No one else was actually there, cause they were out and about getting stuff. Edit your post to reflect that.
The first thing that Raymond noticed about Mei Rei Tan was how extraordinarily quiet the tea shop became once he closed the door behind him. There were talismans glued on them, red paper with gold-infused ink, and he could feel an almost imperceptible hum emanating from them. Soundproofing? Quite possibly. The rest of the tea shop seemed to follow that silent atmosphere. Most people sat alone at tables, relaxing and sipping at hot and cold brews or sampling flour-based desserts. It certainly looked like a tea shop for recluses to escape from the hubbud of the outdoors with, and the owner looked to reflect that. With waist-length hair pulled back tight against his skull and braided neatly, the middle-aged man wore silken robes and sported a clean-shaven face. He raised a brow at Raymond's question, almost bemused that the Immortal was treating his establishment as one of those western speakeasies.
"Your order will be coming right up, sir."
Moments later, far too fast for the normal process of tea-making to occur, a mug of fragrant tea was placed at Raymond's table. Gold leaf lined the hairline fractures in the mug, while the murky green tea was offset by a single flower petal floating atop. The shopowner smiled, and said, in a hushed but not secretive tone, "Fa Trung thinks of himself as an entrepreneur, but blames misfortune rather than inability and slothfulness. He was never famous, sir, only unlucky enough to be misled by short-term success. Now, please, enjoy." @Searat "Misfortune?" The old man echoed, a glimmer of true hope in his eyes as he looked up towards Ari. "Yes, misfortune most foul, most cruel! Oh, those dastards of the Tsi-Lei Gang, lying about their loans so they could steal everything from me the moment my profits dipped just a little!"
He covered his face with his hands, letting out a choking sob. "If only I could buy it back, the deed to the building that my family had owned for generations...oh, if only..." Even as he suffered from those recalled memories though, the old man continued to magically produce talismans, handing them over to the always heroic, always active Ames. Amulak, seeing this quick exchange, could confirm that there wasn't any shopping interface at all. If he so chose, perhaps it wouldn't be so hard to just steal back his twenty silver after the old man handed over the talisman...
If Amulak were to interact with one of the talismans, however, he would see the curious talisman's stats.
Fa Trung’s Talisman +5 STR, AGI, END, DEX, LCK ???
The item's effects, though part of it appeared indecipherable, certainly appeared to fit the bill, and if he were to then press it somewhere on his body, the dark and mysterious man would feel lighter all of a sudden. Twice as light even, and able to move just like how he would move in reality: unbothered by gravity. @GreenGoat@Psyker Landshark@Haha@OwO It wasn't so exhausting, just lying there. At least, now that he was upright and gravity's weight was pressing on his head rather than directly on his chest, Krizantemë could breathe decently and just watch the world around him go. Players, in their eccentric, min-maxed outfits that looked absolutely hilarious when rendered in the vibrant realism of the Fantastic perception setting, talked about all sorts of stuff, most of it passing right over the lilac-haired youth's head. Shipments of live cargo to Mora-Sho paying well. Recent surges in higher level monsters over at the Goldspun Fields, with rumors of a Goblin King in the making. Some wannabe-paladin assholes camping the Blasphemed Tunnels and jumping newbies. Feet pics of the Flamebringer Princess going for 50k rishi a pop over at the Floating District.
Fun to listen to, but it only reminded him more of how he was stuck here, waiting for friends that may very well just be drawn away by those hella interesting things and forget about him.
Time passed on. People came and went, some of them glancing at Krizantemë, while others didn't even acknowledge his presence. The shadows grew longer, the night fell...wait, no, that wasn't the night. That was just someone's shadow! Craning his neck up, Krizantemë would see an absolute mountain of a man, every inch of his body practically oozing the sort of hypermasculinity one would expect out of misogynist American cartoons. Amulak may have gone for the creepy-hot look, but this beastly beefcake looked as if someone swerved so hard into the barbarian badass archetype that he came out of it looking like a two-bit gritty-medieval-fantasy Netflix villain!
And it was at this exact moment that both Ames and Lugh circled around the Keystone to see Krizantemë, currently being 'oppressed' by a very big man with a very broken nose.
A class focused on controlling multiple lesser opponents and dueling powerful foes. With battle cries and indomitable spirit, scatter those unworthy of your blade while withstanding critical blows through sheer force of will. Specializes in bladed weaponry and longbows.
Low Rank
Brawler +10% HP | +15% STR | +5% END
Max STR equal to or greater than 10. (Current: 15)
Start a fight between multiple individuals in a public space and survive.
Utilize improvised weapons for five attacks. (Current: 0)
Mountain Man +5% HP | +10% STR | +5% AGI | +10% END
Max END equal to or greater than 10. (Current: 11)
Consume 5 Monsters without preparation. (Current: 0)
Sleep in the wilderness
Barbarian +10% SP | +15% STR | +5% DEX
Monetary value of weapons exceeds monetary value of armor.
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