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Who here likes cuddles?
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If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
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Identities are confusing to figure out.
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How do wing.
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Omae wa mou shindeiru.
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Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

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Lorenzo of Windor


Lorenzo tried to stand in annoyance, ultimately failing at the first try and giving it another shot, failing yet again before caving in and speaking. "Excuse me, Marque, but it has been bloody years since I've been in these woods. Years of raising dogs for your father, then I couldn't even come to these woods after my legs and Loyal had been taken by the incident. Excuse my ignorance." Lorenzo was visibly annoyed at the Marque, but he took a deep breath before he finally sighed. "... it doesn't matter anyway. Wolves, Wolfborn, whatever they are, they've taken the Bard. We can only hope he ascends safely."

Lorenzo shuffled towards his companion and simply placed a hand on his head as Bastian tended to his wounds. The knight brought up how the group needed someone to take watch. Bastian offered to take the first watch, and Lorenzo couldn't really say anything otherwise. He was surprised at the doctors fighting ability, but that wasn't why he let the doctor stay up. It was because Martyrdom was in need of a healthy recovery. Still, Lorenzo did have something to add to the situation. "I shall stay up with the great doctor. I don't care to sleep in this forest any more, and Martyrdom is in need of my presence."

Lorenzo turned to face the doctor directly, patting the whimpering Martyrdom on the head before speaking directly to the doctor. "I thank you, doctor, for tending to my dog's wounds better than I could have."


Welp. 7 slots was better than nothing.

Digbie turned to face Asteria and properly introduced himself. "I'm Digbie! Sorry, I don't think I actually gave my name out earlier." He looked at the sharpened teeth and bones, the 'spikes', and he couldn't think of anything that he could use them for in terms of weaponry or anything that he could craft. His mind hit a blank until he saw one really long, really pointy spike, and it reminded him of his past life. He stepped on a nail, and he remembered that he couldn't walk normally for a while!

"I don't have a way to craft with those, no, but maybe we can lay them down where the goblins are coming from? They'll have to be slowed down by the pain." Digbie suggested to Asteria before he went back to the pile of Crystals and considered picking up one of the Flame Touched ones. He decided against it after he realized that it caused Jason to explode, but that gave him a wicked idea for when {Tremor Sense II} was done scanning the area for weaknesses.

Rain, the sneaky lizard from earlier, addressed the greenskin as weird. "I know, but that's not important. We need to prepare for the storm that might hit us. We need to make the area better for us. I need Jason to wake up though to do that, since he can dig well."

Digbie turned to see Oberon and Mourningstar walking away. With a hearty sigh, Digbie spoke to Rain once more. "If we're gonna survive this, we need all the damage we can get." Digbie grabbed his + <Ratskin PackTM> and dragged it behind him as he walked to the two magically oriented beings.

"Are you two leaving?" Digbie asked the two. "Because I kinda think you two are the bigger people here, along with Rain and Jason..." Oberon was amazing at what Pixies were meant to do, and he could do a lot for the group, but Digbie was kind of sure that he wasn't leaving just yet. The main issue here, was Mourningstar leaving.

Sure, Mourningstar came off as a bit jerkish, but she seemed to mean well with her actions. She was recklessly suicidal, but it was always meant to be good. She just needed to work on her attitude. Honestly, she was necessary to this group, despite her tendencies being overall kind of rude. Nobody could launch magic off like her, at least Digbie didn't think anyone else could. She was needed.

"Strength lies in numbers, and we're all about to need that strength now."





"Hopefully it is. It's been a few years since I've taken a shot of anything like it," Tibulass chuckled. When the drinks arrived and Matija poured two shots of the drink she ordered, Tibulass took the second shot and downed it with one tip, placing the glass down gently. After a few seconds of silence from the berserker, she released a relaxed sigh before saying "... god I missed that."

The waitress came back shortly after the drinks were deposited, with a blunt apology that God's Bile wasn't available on the menu for the night. "Ah shit. Oh well, it's whatever." As soon as the waitress walked off, Tibulass spoke up again, pouring herself another shot in the process. "I got a bottle stored on the ship. It's in my small room under the cockpit." The shot was downed shortly after, with Tibulass placing the glass back down.

"You were a dancer before this bullshit with Stryker and all that, right? Tell me... have you ever had any electric clients?"

@iTem


Taking a deep breath of relief, Digbie ran back towards the group when Jason called. He caught a glimpse of Mourningstar running off, which... he felt unsure about. On one hand, he believed Mourningstar was capable of being a serious fighter, but as for a leader of the group, that was a bit more questionable. This only cemented that idea more. Regardless of what would happen, Digbie made it back and stood beside the evolving slime, giving a thumbs-up to the rest of the party (Earth-born monsters and normal monsters included) before he paid attention to a new character. Rain was back!

"Guys.... I killed two of them but.... There's still at least 16. And they're arming for war."

That... that wasn't good. The whole group seemed like they had a minute or two to recover and get their composure back, since the hostile environment was calmed down. Time to think.

"A-alright, I'm not good at b-being a leader, but I'm gonna give it a shot!" Digbie spoke up and addressed the party as a whole. He knew a lot of them were really angry at goblins, but they all needed to face the bigger situation here. "Pixies! We have Mana Crystals by the dozens! Please use them to our aid and heal us all up! It might even reward you with experience and get you all a level up that might be really good to our cause!" Digbie attempted to continue his commands, but quickly found himself at a loss for words. "That's... that's all I've got actually. I think everyone else needs to rest for a moment and get your stamina back, we'll need it for the fight ahead. I'm gonna try and get myself ready! Jason, I'll need your help after this."

Digbie grabbed his <Curved RockTM> and used it to carve out his <Some Kind of Rat SackTM> a little bit, trying to increase the amount of things he can carry. It'd be a burden lifted off his shoulders if he could do it. After that was done, he went over to the pile of Mana Crystals and took one, clenching it in his hand as he tried to recover his magical abilities. With his newfound skill of {Stone Shot}, he had an idea. A stupid idea, but with tremendous payout.

As soon as his mana was replenished, Digbie used {Tremor Sense II} to locate a weakness in the caverns around the group. If they could cause a collapse on the goblins that were rushing in soon, maybe they could take a few out? There was obviously risk involved, but that's why Digbie wanted Jason's opinion to make sure that what might happen wouldn't be a complete and utter crap fest.





September Ended
[Hyping up @yoshua171]

"Mom can do it." Bonekid woke back up a few seconds before the match concluded, but he stayed down in the laying position. He was absolutely exhausted at that moment, despite all the milk that he had been given. Taking his sword up from the ground beside him, the kid hugged it close to him as he looked up at Lilliana's face. "You can do it!"

Bonekid pulled himself up to a sitting position, causing his sword to reach the bottom of the bleacher seat he was on, poking into the ground. In response, the kid leaned forward onto the hilt of his sword and rested on it. He wasn't going to miss his mom fighting, not for the dang world! Neither was the Shroomblade.

He looked back at his mom one more time with a "smile" on his face, raising a hand to give a thumbs-up to her. "Someone needs to teach that guy some discipline, anyway. He's not even respecting his captain!"
Self-Check

Mastar stopped her attack and stepped back after Ceramix made his threats. His goal was simple to the tarry hero. Save Shatterpoint and keep the two of them from getting imprisoned by the police. Now, therein lies the issue. By actively fighting for his comrade's safety and freedom, Ceramix had just put the two of them in a very complex and terrible situation from threatening to kill the thugs that Ceramix had grabbed. How delightfully awful indeed.

Mastar couldn't help but falter at the sight.

Her mentality faded slightly as she felt the tension of the situation increase with every passing moment. It wasn't before long that she could feel blackened sweat trickle down her head. She couldn't do anything to help here, so what was she to do? Certainly something was better than nothing! Maybe just trying to get in there and slowly- "Stop."

Mastar's voice was changed, back into what was a familiarly cheery voice. It was barely audible, only able to be heard by Mastar (especially since she didn't have any comms devices), but it served one main purpose. It calmed the hero down, talking to herself. "You can't go in. It'll kill the civilians. You need to stay put, don't move. Check yourself for injuries, in case it gets hairy and you need to try and beat Ceramix."

Glancing down at her arms, Mastar noticed that her entire right arm up to her elbow had vanished. It was used up, and it left nothing behind. Ah, it'd regenerate later. As for the rest of her, Mastar also lost her horns, but everything else was still present on her body. She was still good enough to fight.

The hero raised both of her arms, putting them in front of her cautiously as she went along with the actions of everyone else. She wasn't much good here, so hopefully the others could put their plan into play effectively.



Clashing Thoughts
[Messaging @Spiffy]

"What do you mean by that shit, Sparce?"

I mean there's the risk that neither of us can use the damn vial.

"How? I don't think you got any powers from me. I think you just kind of piggyback off my powers."

Even so, we need to think about this logically.

"What do you mean 'logically?' You died before you got any powers! You can still get the-"

Farce. Hush.

"No! Why can't you see! If one of us gets a better power, we can really make something of ourselves! We ca-"

Even if I got the powers that this vial could give me, I'd only be able to use them half the time, and even then that's a stretch!

"Why won't you agree with me?! It can be so damn nice!"

Because you're digging your nails into your forehead!

Pulling her arms down from her face, Farce noticed that a lot had developed during her conversation with her other half. Specifically, a subdued Community goon and a bit more drama appearing. More notable than that, however, was a recently received text message coming from Mantis. Pulling up her phone, Farce messaged Mantis in response to his question.

< yeah uh i think i need you here. headspace is cloudy >



Standby for Engaging

Kyoshi took in the entire scene and began to run towards Ceramix's side, rushing in to try and solve the situation. After about one second of running, the hero completely threw her own concern to the side as she jumped, a stone spike shooting out of the ground behind her in an attempt to propel her forward. Thankfully, that worked to her favor, and Kyoshi found herself flying towards Ceramix.

At the peak of her jump, however, the hero noticed two major things. One, her trajectory was off, and she was flying in front of one of Ceramix's larger arms (the one with two hostages, mind), and two, one of the Wards had intervened with a thunderclap. It was deafening to Kyoshi, but a frame-perfect decision popped into her head as she bared through the pain of the blaring clap.

When she had landed with a heavy stomp, the hero brought her hands both towards the distracting heroes as she manipulated the arm of Ceramix to try and separate it at the wrist, merely trying to take the hand off of the actual arm. The force of the movements that Kyoshi had just performed would hopefully be enough to cause the wrist to give way. If that was successful, the hero would pour all her strength into safely lowering the hand to the ground. Any injuries would have to wait. Whole lives were more important than her legs at this moment.

"Someone get the other arm...!" Kyoshi choked out a few words to the other heroes on the scene, hoping they'd get the idea and give her a hand with the other arm or maybe they could foam up Ceramix? Something had to happen, or things would go sour fast!
"Now you see why I desire to destroy this wretched thing." Brock puts the book back in his bag as he continues leading the carriage. "Unfortunately, if not even the fires of Jennifer's hatred for all things necromantic can kill this beast, we need to expose it to something that might be able to. That's why we're heading to the largest elder-dwarven ruin I know of."

From your understanding, elder-dwarves were the great ancestors of all natural dwarves, and were masters of the forges. Their entire species was wiped out from a disease of unknown origin, so few exist to this day, and the dwarves of present aren't as good at forging as the elder-dwarves were, but they still have natural talent with metalsmithing.

"I wrote this thing decades and decades ago as my magnum opus. My ultimate dedication. My life's work. Now, I need to destroy it. Hopefully this rag-tag group of outcasts we've got can do just that."
"Hardest shit you've got. God's Bile, some milk, and a small glass, if that's around." Tibulass, despite having been clean from alcohol for a few decades, still knew a bit of the slang and some of the names of the worst liquor around the galaxy. Stuff that'll take you from 'able to drive' to 'emergency room' within a shot or two. It was outlawed in a few sections of the galaxy, but who cared? Certainly nobody on the Revenant, that's for damn su- oh?

Tibulass' attention was caught by a certain Mecorian snuggling up to her. That... that was a feeling that had been gone for a long time. Since the days of Jackson Rhodes, even. Matija asked the ex-berserker a question after she found the right position. “How’s it feel to have flesh an’ blood again?”

"It feels... weird I guess. When you've been dead for as long as you can remember, you lose memory of the blood and guts existing and all the admittedly horrible quirks they have. Plus..." Shifting her tone to something else, a tad flirty, a pinch playful, and a touch of sinister, Tibulass continued. "... I get to make up for my lost conquests, if you catch my drift."

Waiting for the drinks, Tibulass noted the appearance of a Stryker and a Benny in the bar. Damn, of all the bars they could've gone to, this was the one? Meh, maybe she can destroy Stryker and outdrink him. That'd be embarrassing. Hell, maybe she could get the Captain's Quarters for a few days. That'd be pretty cool. Regardless of what would go on in the future, Tibulass raised a hand a small bit and waved her index and middle finger at the two men, somewhat like a salute but not close to the face.

"Hey Matija, if you don't mind me asking, would this do anything for you?" On cue, Tibulass put her arm around Matija and pulled the girl a bit closer to her, a sneaky smirk appearing on her face.

@iTem@Rultaos@Crossfire@TheEvanCat


"YOWCH!" Digbie yelped suddenly when he felt the sensation of a sharp pain fill his abdomen. After screwing around and doing what could be described as a feverish dance to end all dances, Digbie found himself with the rear end of his loincloth off his body and facing a bit towards the Dire Rat that tore his rear cloth off. The two didn't have a lot of room to move, but that didn't seem to bother Digbie directly. What did, however, was that this rat was in the way of Digbie's tunnel.

"You are in my path... you are nothing but more rubble!" Digbie quickly grabbed four of the rocks on the ground from the digging and began to hurl them at the rat in quick succession, putting every ounce of strength that he could muster into each throw, and further amplifying the force behind them by giving each rock thrown a bit of a boost from {Soil Manipulation}. He'd be spent on magic after these actions, but he still figured that he wouldn't be out.

After chucking each rock, Digbie rushed forward with his pickaxe in both hands and swung it towards his rodent foe, aiming to bring the pickaxe down right into the bones of the mighty beast and crack it open to kill it. Hopefully that'd at least send the rat fleeing, because if it didn't, then Digbie might be in more trouble than he is in right now!





Surprisingly, you felt much more tired than normal. Reading that book must've taken a lot of energy. On the other hand, you feel like you know something that you didn't before, something that isn't pertaining to that vision of what may come. It wouldn't be a good idea to test it in the pocket dimension, you think.

"You see why we need to destroy it?" Brock asks with his hands back on the book. "The necromantic knowledge this tome can give lets people see the future of what it holds. I saw... well... my own demise, ironically. Though, I subverted that long ago, also ironically, with this book."
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