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[Closed] Lost RPG

uhhh game's been inactive for like a month now, tho.

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ETA: When Matilda's team reconvenes at the inn.

Name: Dixie Greene Species: Human Demonoid Age: Thirty-something Gender: Female

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Appearance:
Disheveled black hair brunched up in a neck-long ponytail held up with an orb attached to a steel chopstick. Soul-sucking amber eyes with unusually fantastic eyelashes. Freckles. X-shaped mark on her face that kind of blends with her hair. Decently tall height, average build with hints of muscle. Aside from later-mentioned pieces of armor, black sweaters and black leggings that blend well with blood. Her left sleeve is always folded back up to the elbow. Parts of her skin are reddened like burn scars, oddly red-purple like her own blood.

Bio:
The Greenes are considered a noble family of adventurers, but in truth, it's an organization that picks up the young dregs of society, particularly those with innate talent, then turns them into adventurers. The young Dixie was adopted into this system, and was sent into the wider world when she was barely a teenager. To begin killing monsters and other humans from that young, is tragedy on its own.
Her final mission, to protect a little town surrounded by a rather expansive magical woodland, went relatively well. Even met a man worthy to be her husband. Too bad he was a humonculus, though. The magical woodland turned out to be beyond saving as well, specifically because of her husband. She couldn't accept it.
While most others gave up and left, she stayed and murdered all manner of large and/or corrupted beasts for the next eight years. In that time, she paid no mind to ingesting and absorbing the beasts' flesh and blood regardless of their corruption, and it caused changes in her physique.
Recently, her old friend the forest hermit pleaded to find one of his two bear-like sons. He couldn't quite do it himself, for he was magically connected to this forest at this point. She figured it was time to take a vacation, too. Maybe she'll even swing by and visit her ancestor who works in the palace.

Traits:
Demonoid - Increased physical regeneration. Heightened senses. Taking holy attacks greatly increases fatigue, up to the point of knocking her unconscious.
Flexible - Joints and spine have drastically increased movement range.
Careless Gourmet - If it can be digested, it's not poisonous.
Curse of the Bane of All Life - She gives off bad vibes. Animals fear her and people distrust her, by default.

Skills:
Ambidextrous - Equally skilled with either hand.
Assassin - Her chosen profession from a young age. Hides her presence. Footsteps and breathing are minimized. Climbs surfaces easily. Attacks are swift and hardwired to path towards vital organs.
Slayer - Her second profession, adapted to deal with large beasts. Increased jump height and air maneuverability. (Doesn't constitute mid-air jumping. Rather, think ukemi.)
Pugilist - Her third profession; weapons don't exactly come cheap. Unarmed attacks have increased power.

Spells:
Curse of Blood Spiders - Turns nearby blood into small droplet-sized spiders under her control (via the mind, one-way command). Maximum of ~100 under her control at the same time. They can secrete black silk and inject numbing poison with their bite. Passively, her own blood also turns into spiders when they leave her body.
- The longer the spiders exist, the less susceptible they are to the command, until eventually they become wild bugs.
Hellfire Ray - Fires a one-second exploding ray of hellfire from the X-shaped mark on her face. Has tremendous recoil. Inflicts great pain after casting.
Hellfire Dominion - Before she knew it, her frost mastery was sacrificed to upgrade her flames. Grants control over red fire emitted from her body. These flames aren't easily doused by water or lack of breathable air.
- She needs to sustain the Hellfire. It wont burn indefinitely by itself, and reverts to normal flame without her input. She herself is immune to Hellfire.
Soul Siphon - Channeling. Requires full concentration (may be stringed along with simple attacks, at best), direct physical contact at the minimum, sped up by overall proximity between the two bodies. Rapidly drains the mana and stamina of one target at a time.

Equipment:
Dagger of Destiny - A blunt dagger made of bone. Exerts greater force than it is given.
Norland Scarf - Thick silk scarf coated with a Fire Salamander's blood. Warm to the touch, resistant to slicing.
Leather armor, 4 pieces. - Right-arm gauntlet, knee-length boots, chestplate. Resistant to slicing.
Persistent Primate - An oddly named, oddly designed cold-iron buckler with wooly fur and a primate's face carved on it. Name etched on back.
Magiglass Lens - Extra-durable eyeglasses. Zoom in when infused with mana.
Broken turquoise pendant.
Sapphire pendant.
Silver ring. × 2. Left ring finger. Left middle finger.
Steel hairpin with amethyst ball tip.
Rotten healing potion. - Eight years unused. They don't exactly age like wine. Tastes worse than kombucha. Doesn't heal. Induces gastric purge.

Other:
Cedar's aunt. Not by blood, just friends with his father.

Changelog (Descending Order / Latest First)

12:26 PM 11/4/2022 - More specific size on the bloodborne spiders, and a 100-spider control limit.
4:45 PM 11/2/2022 - Removed item 'Jack's letter to Cedar'. After consulting with @wierdw, it was concluded that Jack wouldn't have wrote such a letter.

table test

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i'm leaving my character to @wierdw or whichever he chooses
lol. i can't handle it anymore. bye

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

ignore this, some resource for wierd

Henri, in the time between meeting Silas and attacking the Black Serpents

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Rascade, the evening before...

Henri's abode.
Located near the plaza and harbour.

It's been quite a long time since he set foot near here again. It almost felt like a far longer time to just walk from the Constable's office to here. Two hours just pass by in a flash.

At first glance, most people think this house is abandoned. Vines creep at the walls. Dust and cobwebs adorn the windows and roof skirts. Leaves, unswept, decorate the tiny lawn blocked by a short brick fence and a short iron gate. A remotely tall person could simply walk across it. The curtains behind the grated windows weren't closed, but peeking in would only reveal what seemed like an abandoned art studio. Canvasses of 'art' that could only be described as no more than random smears of colour. Scattered buckets of paint, and equally scattered brushes and graphite. An overall lack of furniture except for a sink, a fireplace, a single stool chair and a single table. Not a large family table, a small one for propping up bowls of fruits.
A depressing, unlivable sight.

The door oddly had no doorknob, no keyhole of the sort. The only lock mechanisms are placed on the inner side of the door, so to the outside, it looks boarded-up. It's made specifically so that only Henri could open it from the outside.

He placed the liquor crates on the dusty floor and grabbed his chest. A few seconds later, he blew out a shot of fire -- the shot of whiskey from earlier. He didn't want to smell of liquor, even if he couldn't smell anything himself. Ah-- tch. He stepped on the embers left over on the floor by that trick.
In his hurry to get rid of the liquor without prying eyes, he forgot to sell these crates to any possible establishment. He placed the whiskey crate on the fruit table, and carried the two vodka crates to the nearest establishment he could find.

Angel's Share... Isn't that what you call evaporated liquor? They must know their stuff, right? The decoration looks like a brothel, too. Perfect. Henri knocked on the door.

[...]

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Present day, around three to four o' clock in the morning.

He stayed all night on his roof, scoping the dimly lit streets, when he began spotting fires emerge, one by one. Is there an attack?

[...]

The huge lock on the equally huge reinforced wood gate seemingly opens on its own, with a loud clack. A man with a dusty black hooded cloak and a blunt old claymore walks in, and the door closes itself behind him.

After taking in the sight that befell-- A fresh trace of an explosion and crushed glass, bodies scattered on the ground, Yvonne and Chounan brutally adding more of said bodies, and two others dressed the same but aren't exactly in the fight... The man casually walked forward towards their direction, pulling down the multiple layers of cloth that aimed to occlude his identity.

"Huh... Are you really doing this with just the three of you? I half-expected the full might of His Highness' army to be here." Henri pulled a shield from under his cloak, then placing it on his back. He glanced at the bandit behind Jazdia. It's strange, it felt like his eyes lied to him as his golem perception showed something different. Something elegantly dressed, with animal ears and a thick tail. He squinted. "..."
He averted his gaze awkwardly. Best to not ask, or tempt trouble.

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Henri surmised correctly... What a relief, and it looks like Aaron will have to expect a scolding from Silas, quite soon.

'Our product'?
This is whiskey from the Delvings' distillery? Especially with it being apparently eighty years of age, what a coincidence.
Ah... Silas poured him a glass before he could say anything. Well. If this furthers their relationship, then he has no reason to correct it.
Then, he was greeted with the question. He answered briefly after he poured the shot of whiskey in his mouth. It tasted of nothing, as with anything he would ever ingest. "I plead that you would, for His Highness' sake. There is good reason to believe that both these acts intend to spark a war. It wouldn't be good to panic the people." It seemed quite like common sense. The way that talking bear innocently pleaded with Fred too, it rings in his mind.
The rumours will begin on their own anyway, as Young Master's absence grows of note. Henri saying all of this now will only slightly hurry the inevitable.
These next few lines, coordinated with A5G.
As if it's a complete afterthought, Silas turned to Aaron again.

"Say, you haven't given Ser Henri any answers. Do you know where his companions went?"

"I do not. I have some men looking, but it takes time and they could be anywhere in the city at the moment." It's hard to correlate the sputtering and angry Aaron earlier to the almost meekly obedient one right here, but there he sat like a little duckling. <<
The answer disappointed Henri, quite. Not that Aaron was either petty or vindictive for sending out men, that much was expected, but the incompetency of it all.

Just across the door, a horse speeded past. What caught Henri's attention however was what the horse carried. He momentarily glimpsed with his metal-sense a spectre clad in oriental armor, with a long curved sword on his hip. How odd. It's not who he thought it was, right?
More importantly, the last rays of this day's sun were dimming beneath the door. He steadily stood up as he spoke. "Ah. It seems I've taken far too much of your time. Thank you for indulging me. Master Admiral." Their hands meet in the middle, shaken. Henri's hands in particular have always adorned these pure black leather gloves... so as to mask the material with which his body is made of.
What a radiance this Silas emitted from just this handshake. To a point that it physically irritated his core. Holy magic? It'd be best for Henri not to get close to him.
"Constable." Aaron hesitated to shake hands for only a half-second, before Silas' gaze fell on him.

"I'll take my leave now." He holds his arms out and the chests full of whiskey and vodka bottles jumped up to him like his own babies, and he promptly left the room.

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Admiral Silas Delving... Publicly known as one of the strongest man in the kingdom, and equally skilled in command. Apparently, Aaron's brother too? They've only met once or twice, so it completely crossed his mind. Did he coast off of his brother's fame to get to his position? It'd fully explain his behaviour too. Well, that's just his guess, though.

The telekinetic hold on Aaron's guards wavers. "They weren't in any bodily harm to begin with, but I'm not submitting to an unjust arrest." He stands up with a slight bow. "Henri greets the Master Admiral."

He shrugged, for possibly the third time already. "I just wanted to know where my companions went. I didn't want to leverage the fact that Ser Aaron ignored His Highness' Royal Seal." Even with his eyes closed, he could expect a change in Silas' expression. It's that much of a grave offence.

"You must have heard it too, right? The incident at the mausoleum earlier. Those were His Highness' people employed to investigate the attempt on His life, you know? The Young Master's kidnapping as well. Whiskey?" Henri offers the whiskey bottle in his hand.

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Henri leaned at his chair and shrugged. "Now, now. Don't just spout typical villain lines. I didn't threaten you with anything." He then glanced at the guards. "Gentlemen. There's been a change in command, you all now work under me." This is a lie. "Kneel." Their armors begin to grow heavy, pulling them towards the ground and truly forcing them to kneel. "You too, Aaron." The Delving's chair shoves itself forward, slamming on Aaron's knees and making him sit. Henri then flicks Aaron's sword downward at the same time, taking advantage of the imbalance in his stance, to disarm him.

What a mess. Is this how the Delving deals with opposition? Someone like him shouldn't have been a noble to begin with... Unless there's someone backing him. Henri squinted.

"I suppose you weren't fully at fault if you chose to ignore the Seal... Hmm. With how steadfast your guards were," case in point, Henri's own interaction with them minutes ago, "they must have tried to lie to get into the mausoleum, did they not? Everyone just wants to take the easiest path." He shrugged, again.
"So am I. Thus, tell me where they are, Aaron. I'm not against your side, you know? For the sin of injuring royal guards, I'll be dealing with them myself."

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Henri slapped the desk. This guy, seriously... "Tch. Obviously I'm not here as an imperial tutor, if the one I aim to teach has been missing for a week." He side-eye glared at this blond oaf. "I'm here under the direct employ of His Highness to investigate the kidnapping of the Young Master and the attempt on His Highness' life." No, he's only entasked to bring back the Young Master, but if he were to guess what excuse Jazdia's team gave the guards, it'd probably be somewhere along these lines, or at least the part about investigating just the assassination attempt.

"Those three probably said the same thing, right? No, it makes complete sense that you didn't believe them, since Matilda wasn't there." He leaned back from his chair, holding the whiskey bottle upside-down, balanced on merely his right index finger. He notices Aaron's expression change with the mention of Matilda. Hmm. So it's like that, huh? "But then, she must've seen ahead of time and handed them the Royal Seal... Hm." He lazily pointed a left-hand finger at Aaron. "Did that Yvonne Rosenving injure your knights because you chose to ignore even His Highness' Royal Seal? You let your petty disdain towards Matilda impede His Highness' business?"

The lights in the room dim, and Henri's eyes glow a hot orange. At the walls of the room too, the animals whose heads adorn the walls as a trophy, their eyes too shone orange, and began emitting smoke.

The lengths he has to go through just to get a prissy noble to talk. This Aaron's been eyeing Henri cautiously ever since he went in. If he were to guess, it's this same unnerving feeling everyone gets when they meet him, when the subconscious just screams that Henri's not human. He noticed it from Jazdia too.
If it's to speed up this farce, then Henri shall reinforce Aaron's fear.

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"Henri greets the Constable."
If this is one of those stuck-up nobles, he needs to to present himself at least this much. Although it was irritating, not everyone's as carefree about these insignificances as Antigone.

The door opens and closes by itself, away from Henri's preoccupied hands still carrying the three crates of wine. He did think the room looked nice, but he never understood this pride the humans took from killing animals, so much that they'd plaster their heads on a wall like this. Especially that elk.

Henri sets the crates down the carpeted floor as he sits. "Indeed. Would you care for some eighty-year-old wine? I have whiskeys here," he reaches in the crates and holds up a bottle of the whiskey slightly above the height of Aaron's desk, "or is vodka more to your liking? By the way, I heard about what happened in the mausoleum. Per chance, did it involve a blond elf and two teenagers? Please spare no details."