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Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I'm going to post today, sorry I've just been really busy the past week.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

I'll admit, I'm intrigued.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Mourningstar

"We can figure out this mess later when we're safe. For now we need to watch each other." The lizard, now identifying herself as Ash, went on to introduce her own little ragtag group of humans made monster quickly, most likely trying to get through introductions fast so they could hurry on with their mission. "...I would...usually not mind helping you find your friends, but as it stands I'm exhausted and won't be much use. I haven't slept in over twenty four hours thanks to this mess." Mourningstar stood silent, well, floated silent, at this new revelation. Her features seemed conflicted still, this was a lot to think on. Too bad there wasn't enough time to do thinking. "And I have no intention of throwing myself in the middle of whatever is happening here. We're heading for the exit - and both of you are more than free to come with." Time's up.

Mourningstar had two choices as of now. Abandon the new group and rescue the old, or abandon the old group to join the new. Abandon the past to proceed with the future, or abandon your future to cling to the past. A possibly life changing choice, one that could result in death even. An impossible choice really. Thankfully, there is always a third option if you made the right choices prior.

“You should go with them, get out of the cave before whatever’s about to happen. I’ll go look for Digbie and bring him with me; Rain too, if you tell me what she looks like.” Mourningstar let out a small breath of relief as she turned to Oberon, her features settling into seriousness as she laid it all out.

"All right, Rain is the lizard we saved earlier at the Bonfire. She went with Digbie and the Slime to... somewhere. In that general direction." She used Mana Shape to make a blue arrow pointing in the general direction of Jason's cave, letting it hover for a moment before casting it away. "They're counting on you Oberon. I'm gonna try and get Ash to come back in once we've rested a bit, but I can't promise we'll be fast." With that being said, the fate of Digbie and Rain now lied on Oberon's tiny Pixie shoulders. Mourningstar rushed off to join Ash's group, but stopped a few feet away from Oberon. "Oh, one more thing! Don't die!" An obvious order, but one that needed to be said.

Mourningstar quickly joined Ash's group, Ash listing off some quick suggestions for how the group should be ordered. "Reoth, you bring up the rear and keep your eyes and ears open. Orchid, stay near me please. Mourningstar, Oberon, if you're coming, if you could stay above and see if you can spot anything from the air! You might find your friends, too." They almost felt like orders, but not hostile enough to be grating. "Of course, you can count on the Mourningstar to watch you from the sky!" Some of that confidence she had previously displayed was beginning to return to her voice. As she floated upwards, she did her best to try and dim her light so no monsters saw her from below. "So, assuming Oberon doesn't find Digbie and Rain for a while... Do you guys think we can come back into the cave after we've rested to find them? It might be a good opportunity for level grinding too, now that this place is becoming a Dungeon and all."

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Mourningstar

"Wisp! Over here!" Oh thank god. Thank Demon Lord? Yeah, that would probably be more appropriate now. "Reoth help that wisp if you can!" Names assigned, cooperating monsters of different species, yup, they're humans all right. "Over here, wisp! This way but be careful!" Mourningstar slowed slightly as she looked around, letting out a small breath of relief. It looks like there are spike traps around, thankfully she could fly so that wasn't an issue.

However it would be an issue if she dropped the egg which suddenly tried to kick out of her grasp. "No no no no-" Mourningstar scrambled to keep her mental grasp on it, thankfully pouring all those points into Lesser Force really had helped. A crack echoed through the cave as the dull gray egg in her grasp began to splinter, for a brief moment she feared she had shaken the egg too much, but those fears were quickly alleviated.

Mourningstar gently set Oberon down as his wings unfurled, the light shining off of him stopping all thoughts she had had previously. He was absolutely beautiful, there was no other way to describe it. His skin was like pure china, every color on him was more vivid and detailed, it was like he was the star she sought to become. To ruin this moment would be a sin among sins, this perfect piece of time was worthy of a million painting. "Monster Analysis." Of course, the all consuming desire for knowledge never stopped, she needed to know just what Oberon had turned into after all. Perhaps he was getting closer to becoming like his namesake, the King of Fae and Consort to Titania.

"Good to have you back Oberon. Umm, the slime went mad with power and is trying to kill us now. So I ran away. Sorry about that." Heavily edited, mostly true but not entirely, but most importantly, quick. And quick was what they needed right now. "Anyhow, I found some more humans! And these ones probably aren't crazy! Now we just need to find Digbie and Rain, then get the hell out of this place with our new allies! Then we find the Demon King!" The perfect plan, absolutely nothing wrong here.

With that, Mourningstar approached Ash's group with... well, neutrality would be the best way to put it. She was still very panicked and in a rush, but she seemed excited at the same time. These guys seemed nice enough, they hadn't yelled any orders at her yet, so that's a plus.
"I don't know who you are and frankly I don't give a damn. I'm getting out of this cave. Ash, there are some traps up ahead so I'll have to move a bit more slowly, but otherwise... Watch out. Shits going real crazy now." The Goblin raised her shield cautiously, she couldn't entirely blame her either. New monsters are dangerous, she had just found that out first hand. It looked like this was the same Goblin Mourningstar had run into earlier yesterday actually, the human who was with Crispy's group. Interesting. "If you're one of the humans, just know that I blame you for everything going to shit so quickly. You couldn't just try to talk things out with the goblins first before you decide the best thing to do was kill their leader and destabilize their little clan. What next, try to plant a new leader to control them and then go right back to war when they end up going independent? You'd think you people would know more about the cold war if you at least took a history class or something!"

Mourningstar blinked twice, looked around to see if the Goblin was talking to someone else, then looked at Orchid with a very conflicted expression. On one hand, she was a little miffed that this Goblin would just assume that it was her fault for everything go so horribly wrong. On the other hand, she kinda wanted to run away before this obviously hostile Goblin tried to hurt her for messing things up, even if she hadn't done anything. "I didn't do anything though. I went to the bonfire to try and stop a fight. Then I got attacked and set on fire and a whole bunch of stuff happened. I didn't set out to kill anyone. The Slime with the weird hat did all of that stuff..." She trailed off as she looked behind her, towards Jason's direction.

"Speaking of. I think the Slime did something. After I got the notification about the dungeon forming, he ran off to his cave or something. When he came back he started yelling and trying to get the goblins to become his minions." There was a lot of information missing here, Mourningstar still wasn't sure what was going on with this dungeon, but she did know that Jason was probably at the center of it all. "Either way, I think we need to leave. I feel like... something bad is gonna happen if we stay." It was then that she noticed just how much she had backslid into her timid ways and she shook her head.

"Anyways! I'm Mourningstar, and this is my second in command Oberon! He's a really cool... well, he was a Pixie. Not sure what he is anymore now that he evolved. We had two more allies, a Goblin named Digbie and a Lizard named Rain, but they disappeared with the Slime when he ran off earlier. I don't know where they are now, I kinda want to find them- no, we have to find them before we leave!"

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Zendrith Strombron

Name: Zendrith Strombron

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race: Dhirom (White)

Element: Water

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Dream: "My dream? I just want to build the ship that makes it Estalucia! Because that ship, that ship would surely be the greatest in the world!"

Home: The Grey Sea, so named for a combination of its booming metallurgy culture and the fact that it's mostly sea. An island covered in water, with very little land to speak of. Water careens off the edges of the island and into the void below, yet the island never runs out of water. The economy is supported by the ships built and sold there, many of the greatest shipwrights and inventors came from here. If a ship has a Grey Sea seal of approval, its guaranteed to be a work of art.

Personality: Curiosity lies at the core of Zendrith's character, always seeking to find out more about the world around her and what makes people do what they do. She then puts that knowledge to work in whatever project she has on her mind at the time, usually some new gadget or another draft of the perfect ship. She's extremely confident in her work of course, borderline arrogance as she believes that anything made by her could never malfunction. Of course things can be improved upon, but it's very rare for her to bother improving on past inventions. Usually she just starts from scratch to see how the process can be done more efficiently.

Around others she is pretty awkward, not that she realizes it. Her statements are often blunt and to the point, disregarding social etiquette in favor of efficiency in conversation. She's also not very sensitive to other's emotions, which has caused problems in the past. Zendrith has never been great with people, but as far as she's concerned she's the most popular person in the room at all times. Such is the delusion of the greatest engineer/shipwright ever.

Background: Growing up as an orphan on the streets of one of the world's hubs of invention and progress tended to teach you quite a few things. How to take care of yourself without help was one, learning how to make a speedy getaway when you stole something and got caught was another. But the most important things Zendrith learned, was how to read schematics. At first it was just a way to make money, stealing some paper from some rich inventor for a quick buck on the black market. But as she grew fluent in the language of science and crafting, she took an interest in just what she was taking.

By age 16 she was no longer stealing the schematics, she was drafting them up herself and registering patents to make money. It was a decent enough way to make a living sure, but it didn't hold a candle to the adrenaline rushes of navigating the busy streets while running from an angry stall owner. She began to design a new ship, something to get her off this island and find something new in life. By the age of 21 she had finally done it. She had not only saved up enough to build her ship, but she had managed to get a functioning prototype ready to go.

And it needed to be ready to go, because most of those parts were actually stolen. No way was she gonna pay for a fully functioning ship in just 5 years, not any good one anyways! She payed for the important parts herself, nobody was really gonna miss the rest of that stuff. Except for the people who did and now wanted her thrown in jail.

Fast forward 4 years, she has been traveling from island to island looking for adventure, and she's finally found her perfect adventure. The island of Estalucia, the promised land of legend. She had no real wish for Estalucia herself, but making the ship that could get to Estalucia would be a dream come true! She could claim the title of greatest Inventor to ever live with no contest!

And so Zen's story truly begins here.

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Gimmicks: Zen is an inventor at heart, using her own custom gadgets to defend herself when necessary. Her primary method of attack is two water pistols that fire highly pressurized blasts of water that can either cut or bludgeon depending on size of stream. On the side, she uses things like steam bombs to obscure vision and scald enemies, she can deploy water that quickly freezes from the soles of her shoes, and if worst comes to worst she can just use her natural strength to suplex people. She does enjoy a good suplex from time to time.

Inventory: While she of course has all her various gadgets and weapons, the most important thing she keeps on her person at all times would have to be her notebook. A worn white book with plenty of blank paper in it, she records everything in this book, and I do mean everything. Personal thoughts, ideas for inventions, journal entries, if it can be written down it likely will be. Usually kept tucked in one of her inside jacket pockets. She also keeps plenty of tools with her in a blue toolbox to help her repair whatever she may come across, whether it be fixing up boats or machinery.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Island named, Zendrith hails from the Island of Grey Sea.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

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So, right off the bat I hate to point it out, but Dhirom scale color is directly tied to their ether element. Also, the island needs a name, since I'm kinda planning for most islands to be visitable in the rp.

However, overall a pretty nice character overall. Personality is bombastic which I can appreciate. She's accepted.

why the fuck so many people stealin'?

@The Irish Tree

Isn't the Water element/scale color white? Also yeah, I can come up with a name for the island. Just need to figure something out.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Zendrith Strombron

Name: Zendrith Strombron

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race: Dhirom (White)

Element: Water

---

Dream: "My dream? I just want to build the ship that makes it Estalucia! Because that ship, that ship would surely be the greatest in the world!"

Home: The Grey Sea, so named for a combination of its booming metallurgy culture and the fact that it's mostly sea. An island covered in water, with very little land to speak of. Water careens off the edges of the island and into the void below, yet the island never runs out of water. The economy is supported by the ships built and sold there, many of the greatest shipwrights and inventors came from here. If a ship has a Grey Sea seal of approval, its guaranteed to be a work of art.

Personality: Curiosity lies at the core of Zendrith's character, always seeking to find out more about the world around her and what makes people do what they do. She then puts that knowledge to work in whatever project she has on her mind at the time, usually some new gadget or another draft of the perfect ship. She's extremely confident in her work of course, borderline arrogance as she believes that anything made by her could never malfunction. Of course things can be improved upon, but it's very rare for her to bother improving on past inventions. Usually she just starts from scratch to see how the process can be done more efficiently.

Around others she is pretty awkward, not that she realizes it. Her statements are often blunt and to the point, disregarding social etiquette in favor of efficiency in conversation. She's also not very sensitive to other's emotions, which has caused problems in the past. Zendrith has never been great with people, but as far as she's concerned she's the most popular person in the room at all times. Such is the delusion of the greatest engineer/shipwright ever.

Background: Growing up as an orphan on the streets of one of the world's hubs of invention and progress tended to teach you quite a few things. How to take care of yourself without help was one, learning how to make a speedy getaway when you stole something and got caught was another. But the most important things Zendrith learned, was how to read schematics. At first it was just a way to make money, stealing some paper from some rich inventor for a quick buck on the black market. But as she grew fluent in the language of science and crafting, she took an interest in just what she was taking.

By age 16 she was no longer stealing the schematics, she was drafting them up herself and registering patents to make money. It was a decent enough way to make a living sure, but it didn't hold a candle to the adrenaline rushes of navigating the busy streets while running from an angry stall owner. She began to design a new ship, something to get her off this island and find something new in life. By the age of 21 she had finally done it. She had not only saved up enough to build her ship, but she had managed to get a functioning prototype ready to go.

And it needed to be ready to go, because most of those parts were actually stolen. No way was she gonna pay for a fully functioning ship in just 5 years, not any good one anyways! She payed for the important parts herself, nobody was really gonna miss the rest of that stuff. Except for the people who did and now wanted her thrown in jail.

Fast forward 4 years, she has been traveling from island to island looking for adventure, and she's finally found her perfect adventure. The island of Estalucia, the promised land of legend. She had no real wish for Estalucia herself, but making the ship that could get to Estalucia would be a dream come true! She could claim the title of greatest Inventor to ever live with no contest!

And so Zen's story truly begins here.

---

Gimmicks: Zen is an inventor at heart, using her own custom gadgets to defend herself when necessary. Her primary method of attack is two water pistols that fire highly pressurized blasts of water that can either cut or bludgeon depending on size of stream. On the side, she uses things like steam bombs to obscure vision and scald enemies, she can deploy water that quickly freezes from the soles of her shoes, and if worst comes to worst she can just use her natural strength to suplex people. She does enjoy a good suplex from time to time.

Inventory: While she of course has all her various gadgets and weapons, the most important thing she keeps on her person at all times would have to be her notebook. A worn white book with plenty of blank paper in it, she records everything in this book, and I do mean everything. Personal thoughts, ideas for inventions, journal entries, if it can be written down it likely will be. Usually kept tucked in one of her inside jacket pockets. She also keeps plenty of tools with her in a blue toolbox to help her repair whatever she may come across, whether it be fixing up boats or machinery.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Mourningstar

"FUCK. DIPLOMACY. YOU ALL DIE!!!" And so the ball drops. If it was even possible, Mourningstar was floating away even faster with Oberon now, all senses on high alert as she hoped and prayed to whatever deities existed in this world that Jason wasn't after her. Fuck, fuck, fuck, why had she done that, why does she always fucking panic in the important situations-

So focused was she on her own lamentations and trying to keep Oberon safe that she didn't notice the Dire Rat lock her off until the last second, nearly crashing into him as she swerved to avoid damaging Oberon's cocoon. "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ATTACK JASON?! I THOUGHT WE WERE ALLIES!" It screamed at her as her eyes darted from side to side in a panicked fashion, rocking Oberon unconsciously as she worked out what the fuck just happened in the past 30 seconds. Mana Blade charged, firing at Goblin to keep Oberon and other slime safe. Orders screamed, attention dragged to mean screaming Slime, Jason. Temper lost, focus lost, Mana Blade loosed at Jason. Things are hazy, she grabs Oberon and runs, tries to get Goblins off of her by directing them to Jason. Faint wish that he dies?

Conclusion, fuck life. "I- I- I panicked okay! I was about to shoot the goblins, then the slime yelled at me, I was forced to focus on it! I lost my concentration mid cast, the Mana Blade shot out, I couldn't control it!" Mourningstar's voice cracked a little as she said this, slowly inching to the side as she desperately searched for another escape route. "Just leave me alone okay, I don't want to fight humans!" She momentarily slipped into that weak voice, that voice she spoke in her whole life. That soft, pathetic whimper that came from her lips any time she tried to talk to someone. There, that was the path.

Mourningstar made a run for it, bolting to the left of Ed as she moved towards what appeared to be another group of three in the distance, from what she could tell they were all different monsters. More humans, a quick alliance could be made to protect Oberon and herself if needed. Plus, they just needed to get out of this cave in general, there was no telling what could happen if they stuck around while it was turning into a Dungeon. "Help! Help me! I'm being chased by bad guys!" 'Relying on someone else to save you once more. Pathetic.' She couldn't even disagree with that voice.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Mourningstar

Welp, this was a miserable failure of a helmet. However, this could be a great hat! "Yeah, this isn't quite what I had in mind but..." As she pondered the possibilities of using Rattleskull's head and doing her best to ignore the horrendous smell, she glanced over at her comrades who were in the process of evolution. This sure was taking a while huh. More innards were removed, including the tongue and any other fleshy bits, and the new hat was stuck on her head with guts strewn all about the floor.

"Mid-boss, I sees da--KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH?!" Mourningstar swung her gaze over to the goblins, probably too quickly as her hat immediately flew off in some direction, and smirked at their shocked expressions. Welp, time to scare the ever loving shit out of them and make them go away. Even she wasn't dumb enough to think that she could take on 3 Goblins at once, especially when she only had the mana for two Mana Shots.

"Indeed, be very afraid foolish green skins! I have defeated your leader with my arcane-"

"Dey killed da Boss by gangin' up on 'em, but look! There's just one left now!"

"Ok wow, rude. I did this all by myself, so you should really be more scared of me than you are, unless you're just that stupid." A Mana Blade was charged up to cut one's head off and scare them off, but of course life had other plans.

"Mourningstar! Stand down!"

Jesus christ she hated how he did that. Just assuming everyone would just follow his orders, no room for debate, listen to me or die. Made her so fucking angry, she absolutely hated being ordered around. And while in her past life she would have listened without saying anything, letting her resentment build, this was not her past life. And so, War Cry I forced her attention onto him.

"Would you shut the fuck up!" Mourningstar turned to Jason with a look of abject rage, covered in blood and specks of Bugbear innards as she glared at Jason. And then her concentration broke. Her Mana Blade was released, soaring through the air and cutting into Jason with fury and raw magical energy. Her expression immediately changed to one of panic, she didn't mean to do that. "Oh shit, oh shit oh shit oh shit-" A tactical retreat would be required, she also needed to find Digbie and Rain to get the hell out of here.

She rushed over to Oberon's strange cocoon and grabbed him, pushing her Lesser Force to it's limits as she poured all her points into it. That would bump it to 2.7, hopefully her carrying Oberon as fast as possible away from here would train it enough to level it up again. "He killed Rattleskull, not me!" Yeah it was a pretty shitty thing to do in all honesty. But this was a kill or be kill world, and she kinda wanted Jason to be killed. She just wouldn't do it is all, killing humans directly crossed a line she wasn't quite ready to cross yet.