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Estaria(takes heavy inspiration from Log Horizon)

UserName- Alfbane13371
Alias- Friends, if he had any, would call him Alf. Everyone else uses Bane.
Age- 24
Reputation- Popularly viewed as a shady character, stalker, despicable bully, abuser of young girls, and probably a pervert. Damaging rumors about him are numerous and vile. The first one that anyone hears is that he tried to cheat at an irl contest when he was competing against Nightingale but was caught by the judges and was disqualified.
Guild- None. Unofficially black listed.
Race- Elf
Class- Hunter
Equipment- (This list includes only primary combat equipment due to the fact that his inventory/magic bag contains a large variety of tools and materials.)

Life Echo Longbow [A customized craftable longbow that requires materials from underwater dungeons to be crafted. Every time the string is plucked, or it fires an arrow, the bow generates a mirror image of the user at the location where it was triggered. This effect lasts 7 seconds. It has a 40% chance to deceive enemies of higher intelligence than him (ex: Spell casters), 80% for those of lower intelligence, 50% for equal. Cannot be fired from a mount or underwater.]

Full Set of Woven Splint Armor [Requires Wood Crafting and Rope Making to craft. Counts as light armor, resists energy spells, resists bleeding effects, functions as camouflage, takes fire damage in place of wearer, cancels fire damage while wet.]

6 Barbed Urchin Spine Javelins [Requires Wood Crafting and Tackle Crafting ((Normal Javelins only require Wood Crafting.)) These Javelins are tipped with hardened spines of giant sea urchins and can only be gathered underwater, usually by hunting the original owner. They have a 50% chance to reduce the movement and evasion abilities of struck targets by another third beyond the normal slowing effect of the barbed javelin. A critical strike on the foot will immobilize the target for between 10 and 60 seconds.]

Slickened Shank Short Spear [Requires Wood Crafting and Tackle Crafting. A spear with a long, bladed tip that is shaped and polished from the tail blade of the Tremlis Razor Eel, a miniboss within a small coral cave dungeon that can only be reached by diving. The oil of one of several particularly slimy deep water eels is also required. It slips into and out of enemies with far less than normal resistance, allowing for accelerated attack speed with thrusting strikes.]

Racial Skills: Gaia’s Voice [PvE enemy location radar.]
Skills-
Cooking- Anyone who spends most of their nights by a campfire needs to be able to make their own meals. But, camp cooking doesn’t include fancier tools.
Gathering- Living alone in the wilderness, it helps to be able to gather vegetables, herbs, fruits, and roots to supplement the diet of game meat and fish.
Field Medicine- He can make poultices and salves that heal over time as well as powders and oils that counter status effects or provide temporary boosts.
Sailing- He can handle a small sailing vessel
Fishing- He can handle hooks, lines, nets, fish traps, etc. as well as being able to detect greater details about what is under the surface of the water than your average player.
Hunting- He can hunt with bow, javelin, or spear
Navigation- He knows his location relative to places he has been. This allows him to find his way on land, underground, or on the water
Wood Crafting- He has the skill to build a small boat or log cabin from tree to finished product. He can also make bows, arrows, javelins, spears, furniture, etc.
Tackle Crafting- He can make anything he needs for fishing, even boat scale tackle.
Rope Making- Ropes for boats, bindings, tethers, reins, nets, twine, even crude bowstrings from raw materials.
Throwing- If it has a weight or a pointed end, he can throw it with reliable precision. If not, then he can still probably put it within a foot of his target.
Swimming- He can hold his breath for 7 minutes before his HP even starts to go down and he can move far faster in water than an unskilled swimmer. He can also transport one other player of lower weight but he can’t go under the surface with them, can’t fight while carrying them, and his swim speed is cut by about 40% with them on his back.
Deep Fighting- He can fight underwater, using melee weapons, without penalties.

Job- Hunter/Fisherman
Personality- Alfbane13371 is an industrious, independent and self-motivated person. Unafraid of trying new things, he still makes his decisions prudently and deliberately. He listens to his heart but makes his decisions with his head. That said, he carries the weight of being the black sheep of his family and a disappointment to them. He also tends to blame himself for any negative consequences that arise because of his decisions, assuming that he didn’t think things through well enough.

The bow is well suited to his deliberate nature but if pressed into close combat then his patient and thoughtful nature can be easily forgotten by those who witness the relentless brutality of his spear technique. While he uses the spear with great passion, he does not wear his heart on his sleeve. He may have a deeply rooted romantic streak but it has long since been buried under a mountain of necessity and planning.

As a final note, his most powerful driving motivation is his desire to clear the air of false rumors and untrue beliefs. The thought of so many people believing vile and untrue things, nevermind taking pleasure in talking about them or taking action based on them, is deeply abhorrent to him. If he could attack the rumors and lies around him directly, he would surely not stop until every one of them was ripped asunder.

History- Alfbane13371 was born and raised in the foothills of his home country, which he refuses to discuss, by both his own family and a couple branches of his extended family, who he refused to discuss or call after moving away at 19. He was familiar with garden and farm work as well as butchering and preserving food but it was his experience with carpentry, plumbing, electrical, and construction from helping with the family operation that allowed him to escape the nest so quickly. He quickly made good money working crazy hours for multiple companies. After a few years he had enough saved up for some correspondence education and a small farm. It turned out that he could take care of all his bills with the proceeds from a small, single acre operation and some over-winter carpentry and plumbing work.

Unfortunately, it also left him too busy for a social life. Without any desire to contact his intensely enmeshed family, and a driving work ethic, he found himself isolated. Talking to himself got boring fast. So, he started using the computer that he bought for school to start a social life online. He started with chat forums and then moved to online games when he found that nobody in the most popular forums knew anything about farming and he didn’t know anything about the games they were discussing.

Then he got a copy of Estaria. He was hooked. He spent every spare hour, and much of his winters, playing with the same intensity that he worked. His character grew rapidly, much like the development of his farming business, and it was a lot more fun. He even developed the social life he craved. His focus on hunting and fishing put him in a small minority of players that viewed the water as a valuable place to play instead of just an obstacle. This also meant that he never lacked for customers for the materials and crafted products he could produce.

But, shortly after he went to his first irl event on a special vacation that he took just for the purpose, his online life began to fall apart.

He entered a competition for cosplay creation along with quite a few other contestants. He had forgotten a multi-tool was in his jacket and it fell out while he was working on his entry. A staff member saw it and assumed that he was using an unauthorized tool on his cosplay. He hadn’t been, and they couldn’t prove that he had, but he wasn’t willing to make a big scene and steal the spotlight with cheap drama. So, while the staff and judges were discussing how to handle the matter, he quietly walked up and interrupted them for the purposes of withdrawing from the competition. When they asked him if he was admitting fault, he nodded toward the contestant who was the obvious crowd favorite, a girl sick enough to need a medical team on site, and replied. “It doesn’t matter. She’s better than me anyway.”

He waited only long enough to find out for sure that she had won before leaving. He didn’t find out until he read forum chatter that he had become the ugly flip-side to the inspiring story of the sick girl at the event. He looked for a chance to defend himself for days, then weeks. At length he found out that the event organizers had announced his withdrawal after he had left. However, they had declined to give any reason for his withdrawal and the staff member who saw the multitool had not been so tight-lipped.

Alfbane13371 learned quickly that people enjoy spinning bad rumors far more than listening to dull truths. After being banned from a few forums as soon as his first post was noticed he gave up on changing people’s minds. Solitude returned to his life like a deep winter snow, burying him in the dark and cold while his heart ached and slowly hardened.

After the incident at the irl contest the rumors about his conduct ran wild and his reputation suffered horrible mutilation online. The company that provided the staffing for the event tried to correct the misconceptions and stop the rumors but they persisted unabated. Because of these continuing rumors he was expelled from the guild that he helped found, The Wild Hunt, and was unable to get a party from then on. Being expelled from the guild hurt. But it was the bullying and abuse rumors that hurt the most. Some of them were… truly vile. He became a solo player, avoiding anything that he couldn’t solo.

He also took to lurking around the forums and chat sites, keeping tabs on the girl who beat him in that contest and the rumor mill. He resented the damage to his reputation, but he didn’t blame the girl. She had impressed him with her work and determination, just like she had impressed many others that day. He regretted not being able to honestly compete against her, or even congratulate her, that day and he couldn’t really blame anyone but himself for the reality of what happened. So, he kept an eye on her condition, wishing her well from the deepening shadow of his ever-growing and self-sustaining infamy.

He finally began avoiding the player community entirely, but he loved the game too much to quit. He started spending most of his time hunting in remote locations, some only reachable by either flight or boat, and became very adept at finding both rare materials and quiet places where he could develop his crafting skills. He stopped using boats, ammunition, or fishing gear that he didn’t craft himself. So long as he could replace it himself, he didn’t have to go to town and face his infamy.

Estaria(takes heavy inspiration from Log Horizon)

Helping bumps... but in a good way!

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

@Dynamo Frokane So, I'm guessing that since you didn't give me firing clearance I didn't use any missiles? Which would put me still gaining altitude above the impending battle space with the incoming fighters solidly within my AA missile targeting range. Hmm. They probably won't expect much from a flying wing that looks like it's trying to get away and doesn't have a bounty.

Valkyria Chronicles ~ Walking the Royal Road

I am aware of the lack of interest. I've actually found the fan base for the Valkyria Chronicles as a roleplay setting to be... extremely limited and we never seem to find each other. But, the more refined and strengthened an idea becomes, the odds of it attracting attention go up too.

I actually had an idea inspired by Valkyria Chronicles that I've been working on lately. I won't try to derail your concept, it's solid as it is. But, I was thinking of incorporating tropical and arctic conditions with a large atoll and an associated archipelago as the terrain in mine. My concept involved a little bit of a time skip and some balance changes too, including an early propeller plane air force. But, I digress.

For practical purposes, unless you want to set it up as a tragic story of a failed evacuation, limited resources require a source of replenishment. Though, that tragedy angle might be something to look into. There's a large fan base for tragic and heavily dramatic storylines. If you took the core elements and moved them out of the fandom niche you might find a bigger audience.

Valkyria Chronicles ~ Walking the Royal Road

So it is a thing that can be looted and comes in standardized packs? Disabled enemy vehicles and defeated enemies might be good sources of Ragnite then. How many vehicles did you have in mind for the column starting out?

Valkyria Chronicles ~ Walking the Royal Road

So this is going to turn into a long running infantry battle. How are you handling ragnaid?

Valkyria Chronicles ~ Walking the Royal Road

I have some interest. How canon are you keeping this? Would you, for example, be open to hand-to-hand or bayonet combat? How about alternate vehicle options like half-tracks and amphibious APCs?

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

Goblin Skrik

Skrik was able to do it. He felt a surge of satisfaction as he felt the horned rabbit weaken under the influence of the poison. That feeling soon quieted to something like relief as he watched the numbed creature peacefully fall unconscious and then perish as it bled out. It looked… peaceful. He tried not to dwell on exactly why he was relieved. Instead, he began to take the body apart as soon as he was certain it was dead.

He found the wound in its neck to be a good starting point and began to cut shallowly from there, cutting around the neck with his knife and then cutting from the front of the throat down the belly to the point between the leg joints. Then he cut crossways from there down the large part of each leg before cutting around the ankle. With this done he did a similar crossway cut at the foreleg joint line and the wrists. After this he was able to pull the skin completely off. With it all in one piece it could be made into any number of things. He set it aside as he began to use the clean nails of his right hand to sever connective tissue and pull out sections of meat, eating them one at a time while memorizing their position and size. From this, he could understand the movements of the horned rabbit even more thoroughly. Once he had mostly finished his meal, he removed the horn and examined it closely while he chewed the marrow out of one of the rabbit’s smaller bones. It had a hard outer surface but it looked like it had a small amount of marrow as well. That gave him an idea. But, first he had to find a place to work safely. His hunt had taken time. There was still time in the day, but not much, and his left hand was only just starting to regain its feeling. He would need a better way to deliver the poison, ideally one that didn’t poison him too. He took all of the parts of the rabbit that remained, mostly the horn and bones and organs, and wrapped them in the hide. He would go looking for either another rabbit, ideally trying the same method only without the poison on his hand, or for a place with quiet water.

Then he stopped. There was something that still needed to be done. He wasn’t even fully aware of why he felt the need to do it but he knelt down, pulled the horned rabbit’s skull out of his hide bag and looked into its empty eye sockets. Then he nodded and used his claw-like nails to dig a small hole at the base of the berry bush. He placed the skull into this hole and buried it.

“Let your strength feed others. Never go hungry. Thank you.” Skrik whispered.

Without saying anything else Skrik headed into the forest, following narrow paths that twisted and wove through the woods, and seeking either more rabbit or water. Yet, even as he searched, his mind was active. There had been several types of berries growing in the place where he found the horned rabbit. It had only been eating one. He took mental notes on the other berries as sources of alternative poisons and kept his eyes and ears open for anything unusual, especially for signs of nightfall and any trees with limbs close enough to the ground for easy climbing.

My Hidden Worth

EXP:

Inventory: (Numbing) Poison Rock Knife, Cloth Wristbands, Cloth Neckband, Tight Loincloth, Numbing Bark

Starting Skill: Butcher’s Insight [Heightened ability to find vital points, predict movement based on physiology, and get the most out of a carcass.]
Acquired Skills: Slash (claws),

Titles:

Blessings:

Curses:

@Jangel13

From the weakest goblin to the Strongest god

@Jangel13 I think that I will cast my vote for option D. There is a level of organization and efficiency that we yet lack. It would be beneficial to have more time to secure such aspects before we attempt to tackle more intelligent factions/foes.

Edit: Besides... I can't make sufficiently advanced medicines to treat the injuries that are likely to occur from the inevitable acts of... diplomacy.

Sky Warriors: Birth Of An Army

Lungfirst adjusted his position to match the formation even more precisely while he listened to the calls from his new colleagues. He was not in a great mood. This formation was far too low altitude for his liking. In fact, he’d have to climb before he could effectively engage much of anything without being vulnerable. Still the pilot flying in front of him was both his boss and a living legend and he had given an order. Lungfirst transmitted his acknowledgments to the other two pilots while he analyzed his combat options.

Lungfirst’s voice was mostly flat as he replied. “Long-Dive copies. Thanks for the breathing room. Looking forward to the specs too. Out.”

He was distracted by the task of assessing his current tactical options. So long as he was at such a low altitude he would be a big target for anti-aircraft weapons as well as vulnerable to attack from above. Also, his targeting cone for missile strikes against ground targets was reduced and he couldn’t use his forward missile launchers so long as he was at the back of the formation. He would have to climb as soon as any hostile force appeared in order to make full use of his weapons. Just when he finished his tactical analysis the Iron Jackson radioed his intent to descend and examine a convoy.

He pulled up and began to climb immediately.

With most planes, this action would weaken the formation and deprive them of fighting power. However, the Long-Dive had AA missile launchers pointed both fore and aft. As he climbed and accelerated above the formation the targeting cone of his rear launchers expanded to cover the other planes while the upward angle of his nose lifted his under-wing anti-ground missile launchers into a forward firing angle. And his forward launchers lifted to cover the formation’s 12-o-clock high.

His first instinct was to simply target the vehicles with AG missiles and take them out, but he wanted to wait till the group’s leader had achieved his stated objective. The other three planes were all designed to be able to effectively strafe. He continued to climb but acquired target locks on four vehicles in the convoy. He couldn’t be sure that they were carrying something volatile, but if any of them were, then the secondary explosions could take out some of the remaining vehicles. He waited until the planes that were going to strafe had completed a single run and were clear of the likely blast radius before confirming his targets were still operational and calling the Iron Jackson.

“Long-Dive, targets locked. Confirmed live. Permission to fire?” His thumb was on the launch switch and he was going to fire the moment he had confirmation from his leader.