Gardevoiran

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189
AW SHIT I FORGOT TO DO THAT A FOREVER AGO.

*falls out of chair as he writes his post*

The War of the Three: Exodus

Sometime In the Past

^{A collab between @Lmpkio and @Gardevoiran}

Feeding in Hell was a taxing chore for Apia. Sure, the dungeons were ripe for the taking, and she might head after those in a while, but it didn't suit Apia to eat food simply handed to her. She wanted food with a real kick to it, maybe even moreso then she was willing to take on alone. Either way, she found herself a heavy concentration of raw power coming from a yonder direction in Hell, and it was too tantalizing to pass it up right now! The queen was busy in pursuits of this power source, the upper part of her outfit stained crimson red with the blood of her previous victims that she took on the way here.

After a few more minutes of flying, Apia finally located the power source to be... oh. THAT Vassal. Apia had remembered meeting Titanica on the battlefield once before, but that was so long ago to the queen that she had long forgotten the actual essence and feeling that Titanica's power provided. Either way, it seemed like a glorious meal to drink the blood of not just any Vassal, but the blood of the one that spent most of her free time in Hell's depths. Though... there was something that needed changing...

A few bees flew out of the Honey Rod as Apia spied on Titanica, and in a hushed voice they were given their order, hopefully without the giant Vassal noticing that there was a new person close by.

The bees find Titanica sound asleep within a pool of molten magma. She's already snoring quite loudly, as she changes position from laying on her right side to her left, her plates retaining the heat produced by the volcanic steam. The Vassal has been sleeping for quite sometime, perhaps several years undisturbed within her lair. No one, other than Wayne occasionally checking in, has dared to come within her for a much longer period of time. Normally her rumbling snores would deter most characters from entering in, yet today was different. As the buzzing got closer to the sleeping vassal, Titanica suddenly picks up the faint vibration of the flapping wings. At first, she tries to ignore it, thinking that it was coming from within her sub-conscious. Was it a dream? Or was it coming directly outside?

But the buzzing continues to ring through her head, eventually reaching her ears. And that's when she concluded the following...

Someone's here.

A deep groan rumbles throughout the cave as the mighty beast begins to wake up. Her tail raises up from the burning lava, dripping from her spines, as it crashes down with a massive splash, issuing lava droplets to spew out onto the surface of the black obsidian. Titanica's eyes snap open as she looks what was making that awful noise. The obnoxious sound of fluttering bees. These bees couldn't have appeared from a random portal leading to the overworld. Someone must be controlling them nearby. With that now apparent, she raises her toned body from the pool, lava dripping down her skin as she plants her foot onto the hardened lava bed. Once on the surface, she issues a thundering roar that echoes throughout the cave, a warning for all nearby to stay away.

For what fool dares to disturb her peaceful slumber?

Ducking behind a nearby rock, Apia feels the anger booming from the nearby Vassal. This was probably an awful time to try and steal some of her delicious blood, but was there ever a good time? Probably not, but now was especially awful for it.

Another bee rushed out of the Honey Rod and seemingly threw a limb towards Apia in confirmation that something was about to happen, and Apia smirked deviously as she peeked from behind the rock to see if she would be safe. Of course, 'safe' was a stretch, but it's the best word to describe it at this point.

Apia pointed towards the air above Titanica's back as she began to concentrate, keeping an eye out towards TItanica in case something went awry.

"Please don't see me, please don't see me, please don't see me..."

Titanica's nose sniffs the air for any sign of the intruder. Her keen sense of smell allows her to pick up the faintest smells, making her able to pinpoint on a single target for up to several miles away. At first, she only picks up the thick smell of sulfur dioxide emitting from the surrounding area...

But then she picks up something else... a smell she hasn't sensed for generations. The sweet smell of honey. It was an admittedly welcoming scent to wake up to, but nonetheless proves that someone happens to bee nearby. Someone that has access to honey bees. Titanica is mostly considered a predominant carnivore, yet like a hungry bear coming out from hibernation, even she can't resist a sweet treat to mix things up. She follows her nose down the cave, her footsteps thundering down the hallway as the gets closer to her target. Eventually, she approaches a cavern clearing that is thick with the smell of honey...

As well the unmistakable smell of fear.

And it all emits off a single large rock near the opposite side of the cavern. There it is. And so Titanica creates a portal and enters through, only to pop out right behind Apia. The vassal grips the bee lady with a powerful hand, lifting her off the floor as she grips the base of her throat. There's the culprit, a ripe yellow-n-black queen bee lady, petite and utterly defenseless. She emits a low guttural groan as she licks her chops with seemingly lascivious intent.

"There you are." she speaks in a low voice as she sniffs her briefly, the sweet smell dancing in her nostrils. The Bee is looking much more appetizing by the minute.

"SHITSHITSHIT-GACK" Apia's mind was cut off by the sudden grip to her neck, her hands shifting to adjust for the sudden change in location of her target. "T-Titanicaaa... h-heeyyy... n-nice boots... what are they, winter ones...?" Apia was trying all the small talk in her arsenal in order to stall for time. The treat was so close to her, and she was so close to it as well. She just needed to sweeten the deal.

A small portal opened up in the air behind Titanica before Apia simply frowned in her mind. Nothing was coming out of it yet. What was taking her sweeties so long?

All Apia could do was stare into the eyes of Titanica with her awkward smile reeking of pure unedited guilt.

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

"Previous verse still stands. What about innocents?" Tibulus was actually downstairs for once, in the War Room with the rest of the crew. He was a bit tired of the cockpit, and the War Room had a sanctioned off table for him to work on, so he migrated there recently to finish patching up the robotic head that would soon become his surgery bot. The entire apparatus was almost completed, actually. All that was left was running the code and testing it out.

Speaking of that, Tibulus typed a prompt in on his holographic coder... okay, maybe it was a laptop with a holographic display, but to him it was more than that.

> run.protocol01/breathOfair
> Protocol loading, please wait...
> "Hello."
> "Bingo. Hello."
> "What would you like to name your device?"

Tibulus chuckled to himself as he spoke into the war room. "I need a name for this guy. Any ideas?"

The War of the Three: Exodus

@KoL@Silvan Haven

Amaterasu wandered through the halls of her factional home. Nothing was on her mind aside from faint emotions and tasks, and even then she couldn't understand if her faint emotions were real or just one emotion to varying degrees. Was happiness really just a low level of melancholy? Was anger just a negative value of excitement? Amaterasu was unsure.

What she was sure of, however, was the definite affairs of an Ascendant in her superior's business. Saef Harken, the accomplished thaumaturge of Heaven's ranks, was currently attempting to engage with Ciel the Stargazer. Why this was, Amaterasu was uncertain, but it "troubled" her regardless. What this might spell out for Heaven is risky and dangerous at worse, and slightly harmful at best. The wrath that the people of Heaven might face as a result was what truly caused Amaterasu unease. After weighing her options, she followed behind Saef, at a fair distance but still decently close.

She walked behind him through the moonlit lily path, feeling nothing about them but some degree of something. Tolerance? Uncaring? Whatever it was, it was minor at best. The stone pathway was approached as Amaterasu felt the powerful presence of something, but it was vague. Likely the power coming off of Ciel, if Amaterasu had to guess.

As Saef knocked on the door to Ciel's observatory, Amaterasu sat down in the air, floating above the ground, as she meditated to herself, preparing for whatever would come next. The feeling of something in her heart told her she should be ready, but she still couldn't name what it was.

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@floodtalon@KoL@Lmpkio@Nogg Saron

Apia simply sighed at the sound of Insania losing his shit about her "death". Did she really die? She felt more alive than she had ever felt before, but then again... maybe she was dead. Vampires were undead... oh. She was... was she? This... this would need to be thought about later.

Before long, an annoyed Victoire appeared in the area where the congregation of Demons was socializing, and better yet, so was- Oh my god he's actually wearing it. Apia stared at Ghelgath before she realized she was in the way of Victoire. After she realized, she hovered over towards Ghelgath with a softer smile, finally landing as she stood beside him.

"You're... actually wearing it..." Apia couldn't believe it. The scarf looked so good on him! The baby blue color matched his hair and everything! It was perfect. It made her wings flutter with excitement beyond any reasonable measure. The last time she felt this happy was when she finished her bedroom in the Honey Rod Dimension. It was amazing. Absolutely amazing.

The War of the Three: Exodus

Amaterasu

"I would normally be happy, but I've misplaced my heart."

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Name: Amaterasu

Title/Epiphet: Goddess of the Sun, "Ammy"

Allegiance/Faction: Heaven

Race: Goddess

Age: 999

Gender: Female (for the most part)

Height: 5'6"

Weight: Yes.

Backstory:
In the distant past, Amaterasu was slain by her brother, Tsukuyomi, out of jealousy and hatred, who later came to the realization that life wasn't all that great if he didn't have his sister. Out of depression and sadness, Tsukuyomi eventually committed suicide, rejoining his sister in death, much to the dismay of Susanoo. Susanoo fell into a depression that eventually led to his death, in a sense. While the depression was not the exact cause of Susanoo's death, it is believed to have played a big part as Susanoo charged against armies, willingly fighting until he would eventually fall in battle.

Much later, the three deities were reincarnated into their forms, at roughly the same times. Acting as a unit, the triplet trio of Godly Sisters was born into the Heavens, retaining their knowledge of their powers and strengths, and tasked with the goal of keeping the Heavens safe from any harm.

Interestingly, the youngest triplet of the Godly Sisters (by about five minutes) was born... cold. Unlike the versions commonly told about, this reincarnation of Amaterasu was born without a whole heart, as it was effectively torn from her being thousands of years before her reincarnation. As time has passed, a small sliver of her old heart had been reformed, allowing her to feel some sense of compassion, and while she tries hard for it, she longs for that familiar feeling of a full heart.

Powers:
Godly Blessing - At her will, Amaterasu can buff her allies with a defensive aura. The aura can double the defenses of her allies very briefly, or it can slightly increase the defense for an extended period of time. The time period cannot extend for more than a minute or two at a time.
Flight - She can fly. What else needs to be said?
Solar Manipulation - Amaterasu is able to control forms of light and fire similarly, able to apply both of those powers in various ways (typically defensive ways). Her manipulation of these elements often leave them with a certain aspect of holiness, resulting in a passive amount of holy damage that is proportional to the amount of damage she would inflict with the attacks normally.

Notable Applications of Solar Manipulation

[+] Light Wall - Amaterasu raises a wall of solid holy light, able to block even the strongest of attacks and grind enemy advances to a halt. The walls have a short duration, but they're damn effective at what they do.
[+] Prismatic Armor - Reflective armor, able to absorb light and redirect it back at the shooter, and able to take a fair amount of hits before shattering and revealing the tender Amatersu from underneath it.
[+] Fire Storm - Amaterasu can throw a fireball that explodes, causing several more fireballs to rain down from the Heavens and explode on a target, dealing additional damage.

Resistances & Immunities:
- Fireproof.
- Demonic resistance.
- Light resistance.
- Emotional resistance.

Weaknesses:
- Machina weakness due to faction triangles, but namely Eos specifically.
- Stars burn out when given more mass (Stacking buffs makes them wear off faster).
- Slight weakness to water.
- Sealing magics.

Skills:
- Dog Training
- Dog Whispering
- Interrogation
- Monopoly
- Tracking
- Not feeling

Weapons & Equipment:
- Yata-no-Kagami - A resilient mirror to the common person, but the best tool in Amaterasu's arsenal when held by her. Amaterasu is able to tap into the true potential of the mirror, allowing for the mirror to become a sturdy shield when contained in her hands. When possessed by Amaterasu, the mirror acts as a full blown shield, fitting the size of it's wielder accordingly, and reflecting most forms of projectile damage back at the attacker in a concentrated form (provided it is an energy attack). The mirror itself is also able to show the truth behind someone, revealing who they really are on the inside, whether it be a merciless dictator or a humble family man. Alas, the mirror is not indestructible, and it will break when hit with an attack that's too strong for it to be countered, like a giant earth-shattering laser. The attack will still be reflected to a point, but it won't be completely stopped.
- Shortsword - It's an ordinary shortsword. You never know when you'll need a shortsword.

Other: Okami : Rising Sun

I love forgetting to ping.

@Floodtalon@TheWindel@KoL@Lonewolf685
Ready for judgement.

The Narrow Path

Eve catches on fire as she begins to fly, diving towards the ground and making a small barrier around your group and Nigel. The country man stands there, unphased as the harpy flies, before he simply raises his hands. "Alright alright, no need t'be so hostile." Nigel's men back away from you as Eve stops flying, shaking off as a way to extinguish herself.

"Take the mutt. I'm no idiot, I know when I should stop somethin'. I ain't gonna die like that." Nigel steps forward towards you as his men take to his back. "Y'better watch yer' back, pardner. This place don't take kindly t'strangers."

With that, Nigel walks away.

Magdalene makes a few grunting noises as she tries to stand back up, but simply falls back to the ground. She's cuffed and can't walk, after all.

The Narrow Path

You notice two burly men walk in front of your group as you hear the man's voice again. "Now hold on there pardner. You don't blow away Nigel Montana that easily."

The sleazy Nigel grabs his slave by the shoulder and pseudo-throws her towards you, her legs stumbling as she falls to the ground, her veil lifting to reveal none other than Magdalene. She's been cuffed on her hands and ankles, but it is her for sure. "How 'bout we make a trade? Y'got that real piece of a lady right there," Nigel points at Jen while he speaks, "and I'd be more than willin' to trade ya' this gnomish tall-dwarf mutt in exchange."

Jen doesn't look at you, nor does Eve or Gobbo. They're busy being in character for this schtick.

Time to make a choice.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Old Amsterdam
I do believe we are waiting on Bomberman in this event. I would post but it wouldn't make sense in the world.

The Narrow Path

You reenter the crowds of people, not as many people looking at you this time as you are accompanied by your posse of plucky heroes. Jen is clearly not having a good time with this, as she stares at the ground and has a visible face of embarrassment. Eve is more or less neutral about it, however she's still smiling through it all. Gobbo's walking beside you as opposed to on your back, as to not arouse any suspicion.

As you take a few more steps, an unfamiliar voice calls to you. "Howdy feller." Turning around would reveal it as a man dressed in the finest country clothes money could by, even with sequined boots and a hat. "Those are some 'ighty fine slaves y'got there." You notice the man eyeing Jen up and down as he walks over, a short and scrawny girl in very thin clothes accompanying him, a veil obscuring her face. "Where'd y'get 'em from?"

The Narrow Path

"Uh..." Jen starts as she pulls your shirt back down. "My armor is in the tent soaking in water. Every slave out there is female, at that. I will take the arrow for the group." Jen begins to fix her clothes, pulling out a small knife as she begins to tear her shirt into a crop top, removing the sleeves as well. Before long, she appears to be just a cleaner slave. Nice.

Gobbo speaks up to Jen as he stands beside Eve, patting her on the back in attempts to calm her down. "Toby should carry your shield and mashe. If you carry them it looksh shushpishioush."

Eve simply stands there, breathing deeply before she mutters a sentence under her breath. "I don't like being called Evelyn."