Gardevoiran

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Ursaren calmly nodded as Alice talked, mentioning the ideas of the Dark Elves possibly raiding this village. It was a pretty terrible thought, but there were always preventative measures that could be put in place for when they left. "I do not think that the Dark Elves will take calmly to a full fighting force defending a city with new walls. What we could try and do is to rebuild the fortifications of this establishment once again, for insurance, while we stay and defend if the need arises." Ursaren pulled his bag back onto his shoulders as he took a quick pause, stroking his beard gently after. "Though, I don't believe that we need to stay for more than a week at the most. We just need time to recover and breathe."

Ursaren looked at Aeryn for a moment before he spoke again, more directly addressed to her. "Miss, I believe it would be a wise idea if you were to be escorted by someone such as myself around this village. Judging from how these guardsmen took to your presence, I'd feel much more relieved knowing you were being protected." Ursaren patted his chest before giving a hearty laugh. "Not that I don't believe you couldn't handle yourself, hah-hah!"

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For his weapons, Ursaren hugged his trident tightly in his arms before he gave it up to a guardsman. It was reluctant seeing such a beauty being taken from him, but he knew that if he needed her again, he could always find her. It wasn't everyday you wielded a trident with such majesty and elegance as that one, and it wouldn't be the last one for a long time to come. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Ursaren's shield, on the other hand, was kept on him. The edges were beveled, not sharpened, and the elderly man never bashed with it. It wasn't meant for that. It was meant to disperse damage across a plane so it could absorb it. The guards were very reluctant to let the old man keep the shield, but decided it was fine after the old man said he felt safer with it. If they needed to fight him, they could swarm him and take him down no problem. It wasn't like he could take fifteen men at once! Heh!

Hopefully his bear form wouldn't act up while the group was in town.

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Ah, the inn the group would be staying at. It'd been a fair while since Ursaren had been in one, and it was heavily appreciated. The man immediately went over to a table and sat down, simply taking a long-needed rest for his old bones. They ached from time to time, but normally a switch into his bear form could quell the pain long enough for him to relax. He glanced around at the faces of his allies (excluding Aeryn, who left shortly before) and then he decided it was time to speak to his allies. "How are we going to divide the rooms we have?" Everyone in the group saw what Ursaren was, and he wasn't expecting anyone to want to room with him as a result of this.

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

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos and @floodtalon

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"This ain't no shovel, but it'll have to do." Digbie commented to himself as he turned to face his allies, only to see Mourningstar tackling the pixie aside in an attempt to save his life, only to follow up by rising into the air to assault the assailant that had engaged with the Earthy Trio. Digbie ran over to the Pixie's side and grabbed hold of his arm as he carefully pulled him into the cave where Digbie had emerged to meet the group. Once the pixie was far enough in, Digbie ran back out into the fight attempting to call out to Mourningstar to provide her with support.

"Mourningstar! Bring that Wisp lower if you can!" Digbie said as he lifted up his spike like a rather decently-sized club, having to crouch to do so due to it's weight. "I need to hit it!"

On the ground, Digbie's free hand took its own measures as Digbie tried to use Tremor Sense 1 yet again, but he focused his energy into it as best as he could, not to manipulate the earth around him to his will, but merely to make a sound nearby. Hopefully, he could call for help to anyone that could arrive on the scene. Digbie didn't doubt Mourningstar's ability to fight, but he wasn't about to let his friends die this early on in a new life. Hell, he was willing to make the noise himself if he had to, he just needed to know where to hit in this cave to properly make that noise.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Oof.

^{Lifting @Old Amsterdam and talking directly to @Spiffy}

Bonekid stayed silent as he watched the dodgeball game go down, with the occasional chuckle occurring because he heard a funny insult whether it was aimed at Caesar or Mag. He had to hand it to both sides, they knew how to give a serious insult. Bonekid had assumed eveything was going fine until he heard the same crunch that indicated Caesar's arm snapping, following up with a heavy wince. By the Gods, that sounded like it hurt once the pain set in. Bonekid stood up as that happened, but he didn't walk over onto the field and cause Caesar to immediately lose.

Well, he did walk onto the field when he saw Caesar slump over in the end. He ran over to Caesar's side and patted the man's back softly before placing his hand on the ground. "Kojo-Kojo-Lift." He calmly said as vines lifted up from underneath Caesar, carrying him upwards off the ground and slowly weaving their way towards the stands with him, specifically towards Lilliana. Bonekid walked beside his makeshift stretcher.

"We were bound to lose one match. Let's not this one loss discourage us. Caesar's loss proved that we must keep our guard and expect the unexpected."

"Feya is right. If we let this discourage us, we won't be making it out of here with any losses under our belt. Caesar did his best, and we need to treat him like he did. The odds were stacked against him." With that, Bonekid turned to Captain Boone and unsheathed his blade. "Cedric, we're ready to go in if need be." Bonekid placed his sword on his shoulder as he spoke to his captain, the over sized nature of the blade really standing out against the rest of the kid. Then he noticed Slick. "Err... Slick's got this first, then."

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

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos and @floodtalon

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"Clearing out this cave?" Digbie started as he put his hand against the ground again, trying to use Tremor Sense I once again to see if there was any more movement around this cave the group was in. Hopefully they could use that to get with others like them (if there were any). "Two things, Mourningstar..." Digbie started before he went back over to the wall where his stalagmite was lodged in, attempting to get it back out of the wall in case he needed a weapon.

"Who made you leader of us? I'm not sayin' I wanna lead us forward through this cave, but I'm also not sayin' I want someone who talks me down as a leader." Digbie was blunt. Mourningstar was a competent Wisp for a beginning one, but she didn't seem all that kind in the grand scheme of things. Respect is one thing that a leader and their subordinates needs, and Digbie wasn't about to take orders from someone who treated him like dirty goblin, even if he was.

The Pixie began to speak about how there might be others in the cave similar to the group. "Pixie guy stole what I was gonna say. I don't doubt that we're the only people like us in this cave. The Demon King gave a lot of options for our starts, so maybe the other roles are being filled right now? What were they...?" Ah yes, Digbie forgot what the other starting spots were. This is why he had a bad grade in history. "That might've jus' been a random slime. I doubt that someone'd be that powerful if we're all just startin' out."

Digbie rubbed his hands together before he clenched the stalagmite with both hands. "Digbie's what I go by here. Don't gotta call me Goblin anymore, friends!" After speaking, Digbie gave the stalagmite one great tug as he tried to dislodge it for good. If it worked, he got a good melee weapon. If it didn't... maybe it'd shut up Mourningstar.

The Narrow Path

You see Eve's body slam down into the dirt. It lays there unmoving for a few seconds before she finally stirs and gets back up."U-uh what? Sorry, I was just seeing how high the ceiling goes."

You notice a considerable crack underneath her in the floor, but it seems to magically repair itself as she walks over to you.

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

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos and @floodtalon

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Digbie fist-pumped as the slime was defeated, but his spirits were quickly redirected as he heard the familiar sound of one certain place. One place he was sure he wasn't on anymore. Earth. How did the Pixie know about Earth? Digbie could ask the same with how the Wisp knew about simple D&D Mechanics. Digbie knew stats and XP, because he played it once for character creation and he wanted to learn about the game and play it, but he could never actually play it because of Dad. Maybe they're both like him, people hired by a Demon King to achieve some goal? There was only one way to find out, and this time it didn't involve digging.

"Whoa whoa whoa, Earth? I'm from Earth!" Digbie said happily. "I don't suppose you two are as well? It'd be kind of crazy if you guys were."

The Narrow Path

"Metal. Might want to grab some bird seed or something for Evelyn, if she eats that." Jen turns back to walk to her forge as you are free at last.

Your tiny snake looks up at you with a small smile on her face. Her tongue sticks out at you with curiosity and her eyes just reek of pure ecstasy. She's excited to go with you.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Meeting the 'Professionals'

@yoshua171

Mastar approached the Wards booths, her heart wavering just slightly as she felt the tension being put on her. Ok, so she was a supposed hero with mind control, and given the information that was leaked about a certain cape's mind control and that Bratva boss... she just felt like the big eyes of the PRT were gazing down on her, making sure that the tar hero didn't attempt to control any hero under the PRT's jurisdiction. Of course, that wasn't going to happen, unless the PRT was actively trying to harm her in any way, shape and/or fluid form.

At last, Mastar stood in front of the Wards, and after a heavy sigh, she stepped forward. Tulpa seemed like the one with the least going on at the time and addressed the girl with a smile on her face, hidden partially underneath her mask. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, Miss Tulpa." She began, looking towards the girl. It was actually kind of weird, considering how she was just as tall as Tulpa right now, but she was certain she was fairly shorter than Tulpa when out of costume. "I figured I'd slip by here and properly acquaint myself with the great Wards of this city."

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

Elsewhere with @King Cosmos and @floodtalon

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Digbie looked straight at the stalagmite that was wobbling, and ran over to it. As he ran, he tossed his rock at the spike's base to try and break it loose. Though his aim was off, he managed to clip the side of the rock and broke the spike free, the rock falling to the side and laying on the ground just in time for Digbie to grab it as he ran towards the slime.

Yelling out a mighty roar, Digbie took the new and mighty spike in both of his hands and shoved it directly towards the slime as it began to squirm back up into the hole Digbie assumed it came from. "HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLE!" Unfortunately, the goblin tripped before he made it to the slime, but the momentum he had still sent the stalagmite flying towards the slime with a very similar amount of force, even if it was decreasing as it flew. He lifted his torso off the ground as he watched the spike fly. "O-oops."

Hellpact

And

A collaboration between @Old Amsterdam and yours truly.

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Erin led Morgan back into the city proper, the time showing nearly 3am. They used an Uber, surprisingly easy at this time of night. Not that any mortal could hope to interfere with her plans, of course.

The only open store with clothes was Walmart, and Erin was going to be damned before they bought clothsc from there. No, something better. Thanking the Uber, they continued on foot.

Finally, something worth the time and hassle. They were closed, and honestly that wasn't about to stop Erin. Carefully she picked a side door, rather surprised at the lack of an obvious alarm. Perhaps they trusted their cameras and locks? Or perhaps someone had forgotten to arm the device before leaving?

Either way, Erin held her arms wide as they entered the building. "Come, lovely, let's get you some proper outfits!"

"T-this place is closed." Carnation was blunt. She might've been a killer of many many sorts of pedophiles but she was no thief. She upheld her morals to the T, even if it seemed very backwards for her to do so. "... but... as long as you promise to leave cash behind t'pay with..." Carnation trailed off as she reluctantly stepped inside to gaze at the racks of clothes.

"Hush, child. Let's find something better than that..... Mess you're in now."

"I have a name. Ca-" Carnation silenced herself before turning away and browsing the clothes in the store, looking for things that are more comfortable than anything else. She found comfort trumped design, and this shirt was pretty great even though it had a really bad design on it. It was some anime shit, if she remembered correctly.

"Of course you do. And not that one, dear, unless you want fat men with too much screwy hair on their necks to bother you." Erin replied dismissively. "I hear they're fond of ponies lately."

Picking up a black baseball shirt off the rack, Carnation looked over at Erin and spoke. "... Erin, if I'm gonna be your daughter, then you should know... uh..." Carnation's face flushed red as she tried to hide her embarassment.

"That your real name isn't Morgan? I noticed that, yes. Or that you're decidedly dark, though I'm not sure how exactly? Because I don't care. I will take care of you now, and one day you'll have a beautiful sister...." Erin's response was quiet, as she nodded slightly at the shirt.

"How in the bloody hell did you find out?!" Carnation pulled the shirt down from her face as she browsed a small bit more, still glancing at Erin occasionally to make sure nothing bad was going to happen. "It also kinda is my real name, just... not my first."

"You just said you had a name and it was 'Ca', I'm not stupid you know. No one gave away all their basics, if you noticed, because we don't trust each other." Erin shook her head. "Why, not even that little brat could answer my demands. As soon as I understood his little game I simply avoided them. I have things that are much more important to remember than silly answers."

Tossing over a green hoodie, she continued. "I do everything for my daughter.... And I'll do anything to get her back."

"... Is that vial...?" Carnation began her question but ended it preemptively as she was hit in the face by the hoodie. It didn't hurt her but it did cut her off, for the better in her eyes.

"Yes.

Carnation stuttered before simply lifting up the clothes she had put into a pile beside her and taking them into the nearby changing room. "I-I... I'm sorry for that..."

After a minute of silence, Carnation reemerged from the changing room with an entirely new outfit on, accentuated by the green hoodie she was wearing. Her left hand was covered by the glove, as per usual, and even though it draped down to the middle of her thighs, the girl didn't seem offput by it. Her sleeves were rolled up and her baseball tee was showing out from underneath it.

"... I-I'm Carnation. There's probably a news story in regards t'my family somewhere."

"A little, how do you say, drab? But it will work better than the terrible junk you had. Come, come." Was she referring to the clothes or the name? No way to tell, as she began ushering the little girl back out the way they had came. "I think a hotel will do us just fine over unnecessary proximity to that brat. Though I do recommend hiding that glove of yours from prying eyes."

”It’s a leather glove at first glance, mate. I have a semi-matching one.” As if it was from nowhere, Carnation pulled out black leather glove, incredibly similar to the one she was wearing, but with a few obvious differences upon closer inspection, namely the color. It would work to draw suspicion away for a short while. ”It’s not magical, but it works.”

Carnation shot Erin a slightly dirty look. ”Can you leave the people we’re robbin’ some cash, mum? We are about to be a lot richer than we were, especially me.”]

"I left exact change on the counter by the register while you changed." Erin shut the door behind her, locked, before gently laying a hand Carn's shoulder. "Anything else we need to do for you tonight, my flower?"

”Not that I can think of, mum, Carnation pulled out her knife and flipped it, checking it’s blade before folding and stowing it back in her hoodie pocket. ”Anything you need to do?”

Erin shook her head, black locks dancing around her.

With that, the two strode towards the hotel, a mother and daughter to-be.

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Carnation woke up in the opposite bed to Erin, her hair as unkempt as ever and her clothes just as crummy as ever. Sure, she had a set of nicer clothes now, but it was a single set of clothes. It was mostly clean, but her old clothes were what she had to sleep in. Gross, but they worked for the immediate time.

Erin was awake, sitting upright in the bed filing her nails before she quickly glanced at Carnation. She smiled pretty brightly as she addressed the child. "Go and take your shower, my dear. I would imagine it has been a while since you've taken one."

"Well, yeah. Streetrats can't really get showers, mum."

"No shit, luv. But I'm not going to smell you all day, and neither should anyone else, when there's a perfectly working shower right there."

"Uh... okay..." Grabbing her things, she stepped into the bathroom and had a long awaited shower. Even if the hotel toiletries weren't the best, they were well used and pretty much empty at the end of the shower. Stepping out again in the clothes she had obtained last night, Carnation looked over at Erin and saw she was done filing at this point. Now she was just sitting on the end of the bed waiting.

"Ah, doesn't it feel good to smell like a flower, my dear?" Erin asked with a delighted expression. As a response, Carnation simply nodded, having nothing to say. "Good. Let's go and get some breakfast, shall we? How long has it been since you've eaten a full meal?"

Carnation remained silent as the two girls walked out of their hotel room door. A slight shrug did answer the question for Erin. "My, if you can't remember, than it must have been quite some time!"