Gentlemanvaultboy

Ascension: Monster Farm

@Rai

I intended for that one to be pretty awesome, since the other two were smallish and odd.

Indubitable Snowman

Species name: Indubitable Snowman

Food source: Water.

Size: Small enough to fit in the palm of a human hand to four feet tall.

Natural abilities: Gives off a natural chill, and can move as fast as a man by sliding along the ground while leaving a trail of water. Doesn't seem to have any vital organs. While easily smashed apart, being made entirely of packed snow, if the snow is not melted it can easily reform itself. If snow is taken from the main body and kept separate without melting for a day and a night it will become another snowman.

Magical abilities: Ice magic, able to give off freezing winds and blow streams of snow from its mouth. Larger snowmen are able to create projectiles of ice they fire from their bodied, or an icy shell to help defend against attacks. As the snowman uses these attacks, it will become smaller.

Usual Temperaments: Indubitable Snowmen, who offer the nutritional value of snow and thus have no natural predators, are curious and lively creatures. It is not uncommon for humans to be surrounded and gawked at by these silent and keen eyed monsters. They will bounce around happily, attempting to entice the humans to play and romp merrily with them. This had led to people bring unintentionally led deep into the snowy wilderness during these games, and in places where they but up against human settlements children are told to never follow snowmen. Nevertheless, they remain popular with children and seem to treasure the adornments sometimes given to them. A snowman that has been adorned seems to rise quickly in the eyes of their fellows, often becoming leaders of their family groups.

Locations Found: The highest mountains of Tearia.

Weaknesses: Heat and fire. While it is possible for a Snowman to travel outside of a cold area one should always remember to keep it hydrated so as to offset the water and body mass lost due to extreme temperatures.

Ascension: Monster Farm

Moon Tyrant

Species name: Moon Tyrant

Food source: The jewels dotting its body absorb moonbeams and ambient magical energy, converting it into energy.

Size: As tall and heavy as a two story building.

Natural abilities: The Tyrants crystalline chiton is not only hard as stone and resistant to attacks but sharp with many jagged edges it can use to attack.

Magical abilities: The jewels on the creatures body absurd moon energy and magical power, rendering magical attack almost completely useless. While it uses the energy it gathers for locomotion it can also deploy this energy in various ways. It can crate a barrier around its body, fire moon energy lasers from the natural cannons it has for hands, or unleash an omnidirectional laser barrage from the orbs located on its body.

Usual Temperaments: The Moon Tyrant is a fearsome creature, typically leaving only a mass of destruction in its travels through any populated area. Luckily a tyrant under normal circumstances can only be truly active on the night of a full moon, a time it will spend patrolling its territory and destroying anything that has entered it. While it can move on other nights when the moon is shining, its movements are sluggish and weary. The less moonlight there is, the less the tyrant can act.

Moon Tyrant's will always fight another creature it comes across, including other Moon Tyrants. These battle are terrifying to behold as the Tyrants' unable to damage one another with moon ray barrages as is typical, instead wade it to try and tear one on ether to pieces. These battles have the effect of scattering the ground with their precious jewels, and the battlegrounds are typically beset by prospectors on the next new moon looking to get rich off the bounty. This may be the reason the Moon Tyrant population has dropped off so sharply in the last few decades, as it is thought by some scholars that the lost jewals eventually germinate into more Moon Tyrants when left as they are.

Locations Found: The most remote parts of Northern Gaia.

Weaknesses: Seismic attacks can damage the jewels on its body where it stores its energy. It is completely immobile on the night of the new moon.

Royal Rumble!

With Andreim & Lise

@Crowvette@Dezuel@supertinyking

The strange cultist descended through the air, his tentacles flapping in the breeze as he sailed downwards. His scream seemed to raddel the world. It was little wonder, then, that all eyes were on him and not the figure that detached itself silently from the wall behind him and shadowed him as he fell. The figure reached out with one of its arms, and as it did so the arm seemed to untangle like woven thread into three log, rippling, tubes of meat and bone. They lashed greedily forward, to entwine themselves in this rivals own tendrils and squeeze, to teat his strength agaist them.

Gilliam smiled a cruel half smile as he fell. He was half of a lot of things right now. Half a head. Half the number of arms. Burned and frozen, one half the dapper butler the other the scabbed over mass of meat. The pretender William's damage still pitched and tingled. He'd intended to make his showy escape then hide in the dark, secret places of the arena until he could find some isolated biomass to reconstitute himself.

It was lucky for him that these people had appeared. No one would miss them. Probably.

Besides which, he wanted to see the look on the Dewitt's faces when they heard he'd protected an actual princess.

Medical Pavilion

@Scarifar@rawkhawk64@Bartimaeus@AtomicNut

Ria had looked up as soon as Diana had summond up her huge monster and had fallen out of bed in shock. From there she had watched the whole altercation up to now, standing on her knees and looking over the edge of her bed. First demons, now cultists? She was to high for this nonsense.

Still, as Diana summoned up a sabre of pure lightning and stepped forward to bury it in the nearest zombies back she couldn't help but admit she enjoyed the girls moxie. She pulled out her phone, sporting the message that king had sent out calling for the Vigilantes to assembled, grinned, and started recoding.

If they were about to die, she wanted to share the truth of his badass this girl and Michael met it at least. She would ignored that little implication Mikey made about abandoning her to her fate, for now.

It wasn't long before the worn turned on the zombies, though. After all, Brutus was still here and with flourish he proceeded to light them all up. The zombies seized up stiff and the masked necromancer fought to resist the electricity but found himself unable to move and he twitched and spasmed in the flash field.

The zombies, muscles seized by the flash field, resorted to jerky hops to try and get to their prey but Michel leaped forward, quickly driving his rubber souled shoe into the nearest one and sending it flying into the others, knocking the way clear
to the main enemy before setting about restraining them.

And Diana could feel it, her weapons being pulled in her grip. Guided almost, drawn in by the electricity Brutus was pumping into their targets. The two longing to meet together.

On the ground a the downed zombies began jerkily, sloppily, banging the masks into the ground on the necromancers order.

World of Light

@Delta44

If people are crossing the bridge into the castle Junpei's going to go for them, we should remember to take that into account.

Ascension: Monster Farm

Naked Laughing Octomole

Species name: The Naked Laughing Octomole, AKA the Smug Runner.

Food source: Roots and burrowing insects. Other rodents, lizards, or snakes occasionally.

Size: About the size and weight of a good sized otter.

Natural abilities: The Smug Runner and both a lightning fast runner and digger, able to burrow through the earth as though it were swimming through the water thanks to its tusks and eight rapidly working claws. Its teeth are amount the hardest of the rodent family, able to take a chunk out of most any predator. It is blind, but it compensates for this with excellent hearing, smell, and the ability to feel vibrations in the earth.

Magical abilities: None.

Usual Temperaments: Smug Runners are communal creatures and tend to travel in family groups of 6 to 9 individuals headed by a single matriarch. A supremely confident creature, they get their colloquial name from how close they are willing to let an enemy get before darting off or diving under the ground in the blink of an eye, letting out a distinct, bass, "huhuhuhuhuh" sound that can be easily mistaken for laughter. It actuality it is a warning cry to the rest of its family, and the Smug Runner will turn its impressive jaws on you in their defence. They are also gluttonous eaters, needing many calories to fuel their incredible bursts of speed, and so are often in conflict with human farmers.

Locations Found: All of Gaia, parts of Northern Tearia and Western Vrondi.

Weaknesses: Sound and seismic attacks. Spectral or ethereal foes that it can't sense.

Ascension: Monster Farm

Hey, you said anybody could just make monsters?

Living Scarecrow

Species name: Living Scarecrow

Food source: photosynthesis. The Scarecrow absorbs water by burying the stick it hops around on into the ground, remaining still for hours in order to store up every.

Size: 4 to 7 feet tall, but always lighter than an average human of that size.

Natural abilities: The Scarecrow's main survival skill is its ability to remain still and appear to be just a normal scarecrow. However, it it believed itself to be in danger it has the ability to spin at extreme speeds while hopping after the aggressor as a last resort.

Magical abilities: The scarecrow can give off a passive aura that causes anxiety in those around it. If this does not work to ward off interlopers it can also release a concentrated wave of fear in a cone in front of it.

Usual Temperaments: Scarecrows are a protective species, usually staking out an territory and then defending it from all intruders. They prefer to set down stakes abandoned or remote human settlements, but have been known to appear in populated areas and drive away the properties owners using their anxiety aura. They do not like to move when being observed, and will only do so to preserve their own lives. It is said one can befriend a Living Scarecrow by braving its aura and beautifying the patch of land where its set down roots. Earning the Scarecrows loyalty may cause it to appear on your land and act as a loyal guard.

Locations Found: Northeast Twilight and any ghost towns in Nero.

Weaknesses: Fire

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Clover Sandleford

Zun - Just outside the Airport.

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Clover had to give this country credit for one thing; nobody around here was going to be giving her ears a second look. She was used to getting at least a side eye, maybe some trouble from people taking her for a mystic, but around here she was just a drop in the bucket. That was a legitimate genie over there, for pete sake. Next to that some bunny girl hopping along down the trail wouldn't draw any attention at all.

It was what trails she should be hopping down that was puzzling her. One direction was as good as any other, she supposed. She'd just be walking around looking listening for insane helicopter noise and the lamentations of stall owners. She was about to play eeny meany miny moe to pick a starting direction when this guy walked up.

No, hold the phone on that. Did she say guy? What she meant was "giant." Some giant in a big white coat walked up and asked her about the noodle guy. Pretty swell of him to pick up on that out of everything going on right now. She smiled up at him. "People that don't treat their servers with respect are no better than fleas or ringworms. That goes double for Nomads. Ain't martial arts suppose to be about respect and discipline and all that jazz? They're lucky I ain't here to set up shop, cause the first one that tried that schtick with me would wind up countin' stars."

She turned fully toward him and put out a hand. "I'm Clover, by the way. Soooooo," she said, letting her eyes wander up and down that long coat of his. "What's up, Doc?"

Royal Rumble: Side-story

"I do not believe we should be slaying anyone ma'am." Alexei called to the advancing...oh no, was that the noble? Why was she involved in this now? What sort of day was tody? And was that the rat man from before with her? The contrast between him and a member if the nobility was honestly dumbfounding, but he soldiered on anyway and faced back to the senior student.

"The person you're holding sustained the worst injuries." He started, trying his hardest to sound official despite being very tired. "He was a stone like man with a farmers hoe. I'm fairly certain I disintegrated him, but he seems to still be alive and may well be fine in the morning. He was attempting to murder the student who is currently fleeing, for reason's I'm still unclear on. That student shouldn't be injured, their powers seem to include incredible regenerative abilities, but seeing as she was murdered by a troll I'd recommend a trip to the medical wing in any case."

He stopped there to catch his breath. That was all the relevant injuries, he though. This would be so much easier if he still had his notes.

"The trolls appeared when I attempted to use my powers to apprehend the pilot of this downed helicopter," he continued, lightly kicking the fallen machine, "Who I suspect did not have the necessary paperwork to be flying in this area. The trolls were killed, with extraordinary valor, by the stone faced student, the healer, and comrade rat man here." He gave Gregor a nod. "The pilot, unfortunately, escaped onto the school grounds while the trolls were being dealt with. We should alert the authorities, and have this man detained and questioned as soon as possible. If you need any further details on these events comrade rat man also witnessed everything. Will that be all, sir?"

@Dezuel@AtomicNut

Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (A Fighting Game RPG!)

Clover Sandleford

Zun - Airport.

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These people were crazy if they thought they could just cancel the biggest tournament in the world and get off scot free.

As Clover Sandleford watched the crowd of disappointed, disaffected, fundamentally disorderly Nomads express their dissatisfaction and begin to disperse into dreamy sun-lit Zun she couldn't help but feel like the WMAF was playing with matches a little to close to a stack of dynamite here. You couldn't just bring these type of people here, get them all riled up with promise of battle and glory, and then not give they an outlet for that. It was like promising ten cent beer for a day and then not stocking enough to meet demand. These were nomads, after all. They'd make their own fun. Idle fists, Hazel had always said, were the devils playthings.

She pushed herself off the wall she'd been leaning against to listen and started weaving her way through the airport crowd toward the door before some poor fool got ancy and decided to light that fuse right here. She wasn't that put off by the cancelation, at least for the reason every other nomad here probably was. It wasn't as though she had been here to fight in the tournament. She wasn't famous or rich enough for that sort of thing. No, what had drawn here to Zun was the food. Events like this drew crowds. Crowds meant food stalls, trucks, mobile bars, coming from all over to service hungry tourists. Local restaurants would be cooking special, signature dishes to show off and bars would be bringing out the best (and most expensive) reserves to try and get their name on the map as the premier place to dine and drink in all the country of Zun. A veritable smorgasbord of flavors, local and exotic.

Clover didn't know whether the two-bit no account deadbeat locust she was looking to squish even bothered to tastes what he put in his mouth, but this definitely seemed like the sort of place he'd hit. The legendary Dine & Dasher, Tornado Rhodes. Number 9 on NomadicNation most wanted list she'd found out, the humanoid famine that descended like a storm and left you with nothing. There was no way he could pass this up.

The tournament being canceled meant all those restaurateurs would be pulling out early, but on such short notice there were still hungry mouths stuck in this city with no event to see who'd want to make the most of this trip. The carts and trucks would hang around for a couple of days at least, trying to recoup some of the loss they were expecting. He'd strike in that window if he was here, and she'd be ready for it!

On her way out she stopped and grabbed a pile of pamphlets from the kiosk beside the help desk, each one advertising of famous restaurant or bar that promised famous Zun cuisine, and stuffed most all of behind her back. With a touch of her hand and a little application of that special magic old Hazel had taught here the hole on the back of her waistcoat flared to life under her hair. She slipped the pamphlets inside, letting them fall into darkness of the abyss to read later, before running her finger round the edge and closing it up neat and tidy, like it wasn't even there. A perk of her power was that it'd let her smuggle her entire stock of booze onto the plane with her, so if she needed a little quick petty cash she could always set up the stand in the shadier parts of town and sell, sell, sell.

She'd kept one though, and read it while she walked. Apparently this placed was putting on a special sword dance to go with their steak or whatever they served here. Big, tanned, muscular guys swinging round scimitars while wearing vests that were three sizes to small for anything. Didn't seem like the sort of place Rhodes would take an interest in, but she might hit that up is she could find the time. She was so engrossed in her reading she didn't even notice the thunderous stomps of an approaching warrior. In fact, she didn't notice the warrior at all until her had walked head first into her and bounced off with a metallic clang.

She looked up to see Nameless, this blond bombshell with the most undecided look on her face Clover had ever seen. Clover felt sorry for her. Obviously the announcement hadn't wholly set in yet for this young warrior, and she was so crushed she couldn't even get out of the way. "Sorry about that. My fault." Clover said, reaching over and dusting off the girls brown jacket before patting her twice on the shoulder. "Tournaments canceled kid. Keep standing here and the next guy who knocks into ya' might take out his frustrations. Here." She slid the pamphlet into the girls hand. "Take in a show." She then walked around and out the door into the city itself.

It didn't take her long to spot the noodle cart out front and the poor owner rubbing the big red welt on his head. Clover shook her head. Unbelievable. People were already starting to get worked up. Wait long enough and war would probably break out.

World of Light

Linkle

Level 3 - (9/30) +1

Location: Scrapyard – Endzone
Word Count:510

@Delta44

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This was despicable.

Linkle thought she had seen a lot in her travel, short as it may have been. She had run into what felt like an unnaturally inflated number of villains. The imp kid had been annoying. The pointy eared purple guy had been creepy. The masked freak that had held Princess Zelda was wild, insane, and actually a little fun to watch. King Dodongo had been...intimidating. Not scary, she would never admit to that, but big, strong, and intimidating.

Up until the point though she never felt like she'd ever witnessed anything that was evil. Like, really evil. The sort of great king of darkness tier evil Ganon represented. As she stood there, staring at Ratchet walk forward and willingly embrace the light just to be with his friend she knew that this was just the sort of evil she was looking at it. This was a sick, wrong, cruel thing to do. The worst thing. The worst ever! This was exactly the sort of thing heroes like her existed to struggle against!

Tora actions were inspiring, and as she saw him free the little kid she couldn't help smirk up at the glowing ball in the sky. The sort of nebulous antagonism she had felt toward the thing more out of heroic duty than anything had been replaced with a righteous anger she had never felt before. There! How did it like that? It felt good watching it's plans get spoiled. They'd save them all. Even if she wasn't the hero she'd still fight to save them all, just to spite Galeem.

She was so caught up in her anger that she didn't notice the battle lines getting drawn. Everybody seemed to be picking a partner, even the kid (despite what that stupid pig headed jerk had suggested earlier).

She watched Minako return steadfastly to her feet, and picked hers. But first...

She raised her closed fist up to her face, opening it up slightly to see the rabbit spirit still safe inside. "C'mon Buddy, I've got a feeling I'll need you help for this." She let the spirit drift up to her thumb, let it great there for a few moments, then brought it up and jammed the spirit whole deep inside her ear.

Master said you put them in your head, after all.

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"Like I'd leave and make you to fight all on your lonesome twice in a row." Linkle said, running up beside Minako and pointing her bows at the boy across the way. He didn't look too dangerous, but she figured if her was Minako's friend he might be a powerful, monster summoning wizard as well. Besides which, the girl was clearly in pain from this, which was of course the whole point of this evil scheme. There was no way Linkle would let her bare this alone.

"We'll definitely save him. So, give me the battle plan...commander?" She said, then reconsidered. No, that didn't sound quite right in her mouth. "Uhhhh, wait, no. Captain? Boss?" Darn it, there had to be something that fit her like a glove.