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[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

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Emily Weaver

As a few of their frozen undead foes fell to the frosty floor, Emily, still carrying a hint of hesitation, got to action, a firm nod directed towards Commander Rextelian's order to make sure the undead were merely just dead. Her attempts to cremation focused on making sure the cold, rotting flesh could catch alight at what could be considered the 'base' - which simply put, was just the low center point of the zombie's mass. Heat rises after all, and in such a cold environment Emily couldn't take any chances, especially since she still was likely vulnerable to being attacked by the same bodies she was trying to engulf in flame.

It was then that Emily felt as if she could hear the greater presence of even more enemies approaching. Her desperation grew, as a hint of adrenaline kicked in. Part of her could only imagine that the group wasn't going to make it, but it wasn't like she had a choice to do anything else. All she felt she could do amidst the burning was to ensure that her issued task would be a success, while the rest of the party handled the combat work.

'Wait, where was the rest of the party?' She suddenly thought to herself, anxiety setting in just a bit as even despite the comfort of her warm coat, she felt vulnerable. Briefly would Emily look up to check her own surroundings - and to make note of how her allies were doing. A friend here, undead there, all caught in this battle... the only thing confusing her was the echoing shout of that one cute witch. Just what was she doing?

But as much as she wanted to warn her, to protest, Emily decided otherwise. She needed these corpses turned to ash quickly and halting that just to check on Yume would have been too risky. Her goals to burn merely continued as she used her torch to instill finishing flames...

ACTIONS:

• Get started with the fire! Hope to god that the weather and the wind is kind to Emily's attempts to light these foes ablaze...

[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

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Emily Weaver

There were some people who were meant for action in the frontlines, and some that were better suited to hang back and assist. Clearly when it came to the matter at hand as the small group of rotten foes, Emily was not suited among the team to be the leading lady in taking initiative with their eradication. If anything, her face showed just a hint of concern at the fact that if one of them happened to die, it could have snowballed even more out of control, making the somewhat vulnerable accountant feel just a little bit insecure about her own safety.

With it came the decision of her own 'battle plan'. Well, it was barely a plan, more than it was how she was going to contribute to the team in whatever way she could. Grabbing a torch from their stock as well as a tinderbox, Emily grunted with light effort as she quickly made the attempt to set the torch alight. "Ugh! Come on, come on..." She spoke to herself in frustration, the cold definitely not helping her debacle until eventually, the oil-soaked cloth that made up the end of the torch finally started to flicker with flames as she huffed.

"Yes, got it! Ok, I've finally got something to use..." With Emily sounding off in reassurance, she held her newly made light source and makeshift 'weapon' with just a hint of caution. Her goal was simple. Support her group in any way she could - if one of the zombies happened to get a little too close to their liking, Emily felt she should at least be there to stop her friends from getting overwhelmed. As long as she could get to them in time, and the party didn't detach themselves. They were still a team, after all, a unit. If they held together, Emily believed that they had a chance to last the night...

... even if the torchlight highlighted the worry across her pretty face.

ACTIONS:

• Stick with the group, make sure that Emily doesn't find herself separating from them.
• Play cautiously. While Emily shouldn't engage, if she does find herself getting attacked, I'm more than happy to let Emily use this to let a zombie eat a face-full of torch.
• Assume a defensive stance otherwise. Try and reduce the damage Emily would take, if any.

A Hexi Hello!

Heya! How's it going?

I'm Hexi, a roleplayer who has been trying to scratch an itch I have when it comes to a desire of writing whatever silly and fun ideas potentially come to mind!

First of all, I wanted to give a shoutout to @Moonberry and the rest of the Isekai Hell team - they were the one who sort of introduced me to roleplayerguild as a result of a RP that we're currently doing there.

For the longest time, I've been looking around for servers on Discord to potentially participate in, but more often than not they turn out to be not for me. Part of me has felt like this has mainly been me struggling to focus, so I'm hoping that with a possible change of scenery and a look into forum-focused RP, I can create some cool as heck stories and dumb character ideas with others.

When it comes to my preferred original settings, I like to lean towards fantasy and science fiction, as well as a bit of modern / slice-of-life RP. Fandom-wise I've roleplayed as characters from series such as from Nintendo / Smash Bros., some fighting games and Danganronpa, but unfortunately they're not entirely what I've came here for. Maybe I'll find or create something at a later date, but we'll see!

On the topic of original characters and faceclaims, more often than not they tend to be the driving force behind my inspiration for character creation and it's one of my favorite aspects of roleplaying in general. I'm that type of person who loves searching for original art on Safebooru; and once I find something that grabs my attention, it usually turns into a new source of inspiration for me. I end up asking myself questions, who are they, what they do, what is the setting they reside in, etc. All of that stems from a single piece of art I generally end up appreciating and saving in my folders.

Here's to hoping I get to throw myself into some fun stories with you all!

[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

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Emily Weaver

Emily slowly felt her presence dwindle as she watched as the rest of the group carried on with their conversation at Nan Gau, with their next course of action towards the upcoming skirmish towards Nan-Li nearing its end by the second. As much as she wanted to provide additional input, Emily frankly understood where she was in this situation. She was never the leader but the follower in many a case even back home in her original world, where suits and stern scolding more often than not triumphed over slashing steel. Nevertheless, it was no excuse for Emily to grow lazy and complacent. Even as the person who was quite likely the least combat-capable among the group, she still wanted to do her part and was hired for a reason. Fighting just wasn't it.

Regardless, if there was one thing Emily was good at, it was keeping quiet, listening and following orders. And so she did, until the group set off to prepare for their adventure. Thankfully, this accountant didn't need to much. Any crude piece of weaponry would likely suffice as something she could use for self-defense. What was more important was to gain protection against the cold...

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Thankfully, it was in great luck that as the party made their way to Nan-Li, Emily looked the part to face the chilly mountainous breeze. While she still wore the signature suit and skirt combination befitting of the lady she was, it was almost entirely concealed by the top layer of clothing that cloaked a majority of her body. A thick, fluffy black long coat that was perhaps maybe a little too big for her delicate stature was the standout piece of her attire, complete with a matching black hat with two holes created for Beastman ears that simply did not exist on top of Emily's plain human head. Thankfully, Emily made the wise choice of changing her high heels for a pair of knee-high boots, topping it all off with a simple white scarf wrapped around her neck.

It wasn't exactly the best suited outfit for her, but it was practical, and Emily absolutely felt pleased with the clothing she chose as she trudged through the snowy path with her newfound allies.

Emily's Winter Outfit Reference

Yet even as the one who could likely be seen as the 'weakest link' among the group from a combat standpoint, Emily didn't quite feel so fazed or even frightened by the elements. Sure, maybe she was a little unnerved by the fact that there was going to be some undead to fight, especially since it had been a month since she arrived in this strange world where undead seemingly existed. She wasn't strong, or so she thought. But if there was one thing Emily strangely felt as she joined the party on the mission, it was... a cautious intrigue. As if despite the upcoming dangers, she was actually enjoying the trek.

And then she finally spoke up once more.
"You know... I never quite expected to do anything like this. Maybe fighting this infection is a little out of my league but... travelling through the snow, making new friends, having actual adventures? It does beat accountant work every now and then. The last time I was out in the snow, I was enjoying it with..." Emily suddenly felt her shoulders lower as a memory of her past quickly unraveled herself once more. "... With my husband."

Emily's face shifted into a frown as she felt the metallic texture of the golden wedding ring she wore underneath one of her gloves, right as the group stopped at the emergence of Nan-Li in the party's vision. Maybe it wasn't the best time for Emily to remind herself of her past.
"... I'm sorry for talking. We should get to work. I'll see what I can do once we begin the fight, but whatever it is, we should act with caution. Our adversaries seem like they're better equipped than regular undead, so the sooner we gather any piece of information on them - locations, weaknesses, how they're being controlled - the better."

[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

Emily Weaver

Emily, knowing that she didn't necessarily have much along the lines of input for the sudden surge of cloaked undead that seemed to slowly begin breaching the area, merely listened in as the rest of the group threw their various strengths and questions they wanted insight on. She knew all too well that she wasn't to speak out of turn, like the good little lady that she was. But one question was circling through her mind, one that may as well have been just as important as what everyone here was capable of. That was when she felt the cold gust of wind blowing against her face and hair, causing Emily to shiver slightly as Usagiashi made his presence known, with the superior Commander Rextelian in tow.

With everything that was happening, Emily merely maintained the position she was in, sitting down and contently listening and waiting for her turn to speak up. Thoughts tried to push themselves forward as she reminded herself of the fact that Kamara was another non-native to this odd land. Desperately she wanted to ask her about her previous 'life', but holding her peace had to wait. Silent, serious, and studious.

And then the opportunity showed itself as the Commander requested for additional questions, with Emily's hand eagerly shooting up.

"Yes, Sir. I do have something I'm concerned about... this lack of resources we have. The undead clearly seem to understand 'war tactics' if they're choosing to cripple people by not targeting us first, but our stomachs. While it's true that my associate here..." Emily said, nodding to Kamara before continuing. "... is correct in that we need intel on Nan-Li, I'd also like to know what we each are going to need for our travels there. Weaponry, armor, any amount of tools or equipment that can be reasonably spared and delegated among us so that we can do our jobs."

"This is clearly a serious matter, not just for our own sakes as 'adventurers', but for Nan Gau. I want to make sure that we're prepared in time for this upcoming assault."

[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

Emily Weaver

Slowly, Emily had managed to settle down as she was frightened by the booming voice of her employer. Yet her guarded reaction wasn’t met with disrespect or humor, but rather, honor? Beastkin customs were certainly different, that was for sure. Thankfully, Emily’s shoulders lowered just a tinge as she looked over at her at the group that slowly began to trickle in alongside Yumi, Kamara, and herself. More beastkin, and more warriors ready to answer the call. Even the most minuscule one in Itsy seemed to hold a weapon ready to cut at any undead who stood in their way.

It was comforting, in a way. It certainly was an improvement over her previous ‘party’ she had when she first woke into the new world, where she practically felt like she was stuck in an insane asylum thrown around into an uncomfortable position. Or so she assumed. A lot of these beastkin sounded pretty darn interesting, and those who didn’t seem to share their unique animalistic appearances looked as if they carried interesting stories about them. Which was when she heard a voice - that of Kamara - directly turn to Emily, questioning her… and her high heels?

“Oh, where did I acquire these?” She remarked, pointing down to her polished black heels that also seemed to draw in Yumi’s attention. “I’m afraid that they’re nothing too special, just a simple black pair of shoes I purchased over at Top-Notch a while ago. So I would say that they’re from Earth. They’re not exactly something I’m too comfortable with wearing, but my old line of work had a strict dress code and we had to adhere to it no matter what… Wait.”

… Wait a minute. Earth. How did Kamara know about Earth? Did she originate from there too? Shock seemingly erupted across Emily’s face, this time out of surprise that there was another who was aware that they were from a different world… at least one who didn’t seem entirely out of place as some soldier or cosplaying priestess.

She wanted to ask questions of her own. Maybe, just maybe, Kamara had the answers as to how she could return back to her old life back in the UK. Alas, before she could get the chance to open her mouth again to speak, hubbub began to circulate. Not about her, but about the job at hand. She may have been an accountant from a different world, but she signed up for the job to aid against this undead invasion as much as anyone else. And interrupting the topic with shoes was not the best idea.

So Emily did what she did best; sit down, shut up, and listen. And with that, the goal was clearly set. Hold back the invading forces so that reinforcements can arrive and quell this threat. Some conversation arose regarding how they should attack… but there was one little thing about Ryota that seemed to raise some concern for Emily, and thus, she spoke once more.

“Alright, so I’ve got two issues here. First of all, and more importantly of the two, these ‘zombies’. You’ve said that they’re adapting to our tactics and learning what we’re capable of. Now, I don’t wish to be negative, but how is that the case? If they’re mindless creatures, and if something or someone manipulates them to act in such a way, then it’d be the case that the mastermind behind this could know about your military attempts, and potentially us as well…”

Emily hesitated briefly, this time to consider the idea of making a joke about how she was experienced in the field of being a ‘zombie’. But ultimately decided against it. These folk might have not understood what office culture was like… but Emily understood that there could have been a boss behind the living dead. Who it was, she didn’t know, but regardless, she continued.

“And secondly, there are some people here who aren’t exactly the ‘warrior’ type.” Obviously, with her lack of weaponry or any intimidating tools, Emily was referring to herself. “I know that you’ve accepted those who are perhaps… I’ll say, less adept at combat, but I’m still not exactly sure what’s expected from these people. Is this how you’re going to sort us?”

[The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite?

Emily Weaver

Emily felt a wave of relief wash over her as she safely and securely managed to emerge out of her own carriage and into the short-lived comfort of the Adventurer's Guild.

Upon a first glance, Emily was likely the most straightforward 'member' of the group who had heeded the call to help out with the situation at hand. She was no warrior, no spellcaster, nor a hunter, but a meek albeit attractive looking human woman of thirty-four. However, those who delved deeper into who she was likely would find out that she was a woman of two worlds, in more ways than one. It was in truth that Emily had hailed from Japan - being born and raised there when she was young. However her childhood in Japan was merely brief, as her family then moved abroad to the United Kingdom, where Emily over the course of many a year would study and grow until she became the accountant some see her as today. An accountant who had been transported to this wacky fantasy world.

In her first adventure alone she had come across many a strange face and even had to fight against a towering golem with her party, where she was armed with nothing but her wits and a sturdy stick splintering her delicate fingers. Her first ever fight. And not exactly something that she enjoyed doing. Unfortunately, she knew that it was inevitable that she needed to defend herself again, thankfully later rather than now. But it hung over her like a project that would inevitably be due. Especially as her carriage ride only caused additional discomfort... zombies? They were real.

Thankfully, Emily wasn't as helpless as she initially thought she was. Following such an adventure and her slamming her weapon upon the assumed weak point of the lumbering golem, she managed to survive for just a few more weeks after that conflict before she found herself in her current predicament, split from the party she was initially a part of when she first woke up in such a land. She quickly got used to helping others out with smaller, more menial jobs, enough to keep her going, before her sights were set towards the Adventurer's Guild and a request made by a certain Ryota Nakamura.

And such became the motive as to why Emily found herself in Nan Gau. For work, and out of intrigue. Sure, she really was just a mere accountant dressed in a nice business outfit and high heels, but there was honestly something about the idea of working at a Guild that drew a layer of comfort. Paperwork wasn't exactly something she was too eager to handle, but darn it, not only was she skilled at it, it absolutely allowed her to put food on her table for both herself and her husband back in her 'original' world. Maybe this opportunity would be similar?

She had yet to know in truth.

The clacking of her high heels signified her appearance in the guild as she then stood alongside her would-be allies. The place definitely seemed to invoke some nostalgia for Emily, whose decor faintly reminded her of the time she spent in Japan as a child, if only offset by the various bestial growls and the bearman clad in his heavy samurai armor. Normally Emily would have been intensely intimidated upon witnessing the bearkin, but she had considered the fact that not only he spoke, but she had already been face to face with a larger, more potent foe. She could only assume that he was there for good reason, until she discovered that it was in fact Ryota.

... Admittedly, she expected him to be more human in appearance.

Emily would remain quiet as she was checked upon by Ryota, before she gave a soft smile and a nod, turning her gaze over to the other newcomers to the Guild. Now these looked like proficient adventurers, and made her at the least feel like she was in much better hands... until she heard a deafening roar courtesy of Ryota, causing Emily to jump backwards in shock, gasping...

"Gah! My word..."

... but not screaming, thankfully. Perhaps that was the one thing that would have been louder than his roar.

Slowly, she felt her muscles relax once more as she removed herself from her guarded stance, releasing a sigh of relief before she listened intently. She gave a firm nod in response to the urgency of the situation at hand, preparing herself to walk off into the meeting room, but not before returning her gaze to the other warriors standing by her, addressing Yumi and Kamara.

"Pleased to meet you two. My name's Emily, I am... well, I was an accountant who made it my job to manage the finances of my clients. Nothing that is as close to as exciting as anything you've two have probably done but still, it's a pleasure to meet you both."