Kazemitsu

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Blood showered down on him as he went up into the meat of its body, but he failed to pierce the skull from below. Still he absorbed the blood as it ran over him, making his body redden further. He knew this would help with his thirst, but he knew the group would have to find a source of water eventually. Especially for Ardur and Steve.

Speaking of Ardur, he dropped from the sky like a rocket and destroyed the deer spinal column. It dropped and had its death-throes before going still soon enough. It didn't take long for Mother to go and engulf an entire leg up to its shoulder. "Don't forget to share, Mother." Asura said as he reverted to his blob-like form. One pseudopod extended and he changed it to look like an Axe Head. He tried to make the edge hard so it can cut easier before he brought it down on the mammals neck to take its head off.

It wouldn't come off in one strike, his young body didn't have that kind of strength. He kept at it until he dislodged its head before turning his attention to Ardur. "If you need a blade let me know. I can make myself sharp but not like a razor." He said to the buff being. With his piece said he started to insert himself up into the chunk of neck and skull of the deer. Being as meticulous as he possibly could, wrapping himself around tendons and muscles, filling the largest veins, before trying to make the jaw move. Baby steps unlike his first attempt at a body suit. While he was at it he pulled all the blood from head and devoured the soft brain and eyeballs. It'd rot slower without blood, but eyeballs and brain were pure protein and cholesterol. Both insanely good for someone growing.

Trouble in Korthos

Hider

Appearance


Kaze is a behemoth of a dragonborn, standing at eight feet tall and weighing in at roughly three hundred and fifteen pounds. His eyes glow dully with a crimson light while the markings on his arms barely glimmer with a white light.

"I know kung fu."

Name
Kaze

Age and Sex
23, Male

Race and Class
Dragonborn Monk

Skills and Stats

• Acrobatics
• Insight
• Survival

• Strength: 8 + 2 = 10
• Dexterity: 14
• Constitution: 13
• Intelligence: 14
• Wisdom: 14
• Charisma: 9 + 1 = 10

Magic

• Draconic Breath: As a descendant of black dragons he spits Acid Breath in a thirty foot line.
• Acid Resistance: As a descendant of black dragons he's resistant to Acid damage.

Equipment

• Club.
• 10 darts.
• Flute.
• Dungeoneer's Pack.

Motivation
Kaze grew up in one of the Monastery's dotting the lands. Here he learned how to protect himself via hand to hand, his draconic breath, and limited forms of weaponry. He also learned to control himself, to seek alternate routes instead of the most basic one if it was required. After some time he was ordered by the Head Monk to go out and see the world, to gain that worldly knowledge and to socialize with the rest of the strange people.

His first voyage out and he was met part way through the trip with an intense cold. He always hated the cold. He awoke to the sounds of an annoying voice, thankfully he still had what little he left with. Lacking armor and impressive weaponry left him as a meager target for thieves, assuming any were in this crash site. Now that he was conscious he had to make a plan.

Other
Put anything else here you feel we need to know.

Trouble in Korthos

Hider

Appearance


Kaze is a behemoth of a dragonborn, standing at eight feet tall and weighing in at roughly three hundred and fifteen pounds. His eyes glow dully with a crimson light while the markings on his arms barely glimmer with a white light.

"I know kung fu."

Name
Kaze

Age and Sex
23, Male

Race and Class
Dragonborn Monk

Skills and Stats

• Acrobatics
• Insight
• Survival

• Strength: 8 + 2 = 10
• Dexterity: 14
• Constitution: 13
• Intelligence: 14
• Wisdom: 14
• Charisma: 9 + 1 = 10

Magic

• Draconic Breath: As a descendant of black dragons he spits Acid Breath in a thirty foot line.
• Acid Resistance: As a descendant of black dragons he's resistant to Acid damage.

Equipment

• Club.
• 10 darts.
• Flute.
• Dungeoneer's Pack.

Motivation
Kaze grew up in one of the Monastery's dotting the lands. Here he learned how to protect himself via hand to hand, his draconic breath, and limited forms of weaponry. He also learned to control himself, to seek alternate routes instead of the most basic one if it was required. After some time he was ordered by the Head Monk to go out and see the world, to gain that worldly knowledge and to socialize with the rest of the strange people.

His first voyage out and he was met part way through the trip with an intense cold. He always hated the cold. He awoke to the sounds of an annoying voice, thankfully he still had what little he left with. Lacking armor and impressive weaponry left him as a meager target for thieves, assuming any were in this crash site. Now that he was conscious he had to make a plan.

Other
Put anything else here you feel we need to know.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura heard Ardur giving orders to the other monsters. "Simple sentences, Ardur. Mother Slime has the mind capacity of a child right now. A young one." He called over as he felt the ankle crunch under his blow. It might be fractured, but it certainly wasn't broken and it wasn't a compound fracture either. He'd have to boost up his Smash skill eventually, but that can happen later.

Mother Slime, who hadn't seemed to understand Ardur, grabbed the partially downed deer by an antler and laid in with a Mash. Due to pulling it into the strike the deer took on more damage judging by the blood flying from its nose. It wasn't doing to well now, one leg damaged, the other webbed, and Mother Slime holding onto its head and apparently too heavy to be lifted well.

Asura concentrated himself to the head and focused on making himself a point. He shot upward, turning into a spike to puncture from beneath the jaw to try and get into the brainpan. He doubted he had the 'hardness' to puncture a skull even from below, but it never hurt to try.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Fuck it he'd play with the System later. Right now he focused on sticking to the animals face. Analyze Monster. He thought as he tried to worm deeper into its sinuses just before it hit the tree. Specifically him on the tree because of how its horns were placed. Grunting he lost concentration for a moment and slid off its face. Shaking himself mentally he shifted and looked at the deer-like creature with a scowl.

It bleated, or made some sound deer made, and rose up kicking its legs. He wasn't particularly threatened, all it could do was stomp on him, its horns were useless with him being to low to the ground. "Just observe it for now, if it looks like I'm in shit intervene. Try to actually Analyze it, that's a skill." He called over to Ardur as he slithered forward as fast as he could. He took on the general shape of a snake to make himself even harder to hit, and it should startle the beast since most herbivores tended to avoid snakes or attempt to stomp them to death.

When he was close enough he attempted to Smash one of those delicate looking legs right at a lower joint. If he could take out a leg that would severely limit its mobility and attack capabilities.

Trouble in Korthos

I've got just one question o3o we're using the base 27 point buy system? Or are we using something else on the d&d 5e builder?

Trouble in Korthos

Gimmegimmegimme o3o I've played ddo :p

The Safe Haven - Revival (Closed)

Kaze simply raised an eyebrow at that. "I'm surprised we aren't expected to hunt and gather. It'd be a fun activity." He said as the teacher gave him his answer. Yay, canned food. Yuck. He'd hunt for his own stuff later on, for now he deposited the luggage he was carrying in the main room minus his duffel bag. That he held his a wing and went back outside. From there students could hear the creaking of wood, the occasional snap of a branch, and some rustling. The behemoth of a student had made a giant hammock in the trees, higher up off the ground. A good thirty feet up.

Giving it a test lay he nodded to himself before his ears perked up. Someone had called his name, judging by the sound it was Claude. Sighing he rolled out of the hammock and landed on the ground with a loud thump. He poked his head into the building just in time to see the lava girl go up the stairs. "Dammit Claude you know I don't do stairs that aren't concrete or registered for my weight." He growled up at the excitable girl. He folded his arms and gave her a stern look from the bottom of the steps.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

If Asura could grin, or smile, or perform any facial feature without Stamina usage he would have. The System informed him what Slime Shell was, maybe he could abuse this with skills he didn't know how to truly work with. Or to figure out ones that were mentioned. System Analyze Unknown Skill: Better. He thought, testing the latter immediately. While he waited he looked over the Skills he finished off. Sure he could have trained Stronger further, but it didn't hurt to top it off with a couple points. He still had excess for something if he needed.

As it darkened he heard the methodical sound of wood chopping. Well this was a fantasy world, he wouldn't have been surprised if there was a hermit somewhere. Or if they had accidentally neared some sort of outpost hidden in the forest. It didn't matter, the burrow was hidden to a degree and it was doubtful someone of intelligence would decide to investigate a hole in the ground.

So Asura finally slept, healing damage, regenerating Mana and regaining Stamina from the day. He wouldn't have been in this situation if he hadn't lost his shit on Jason. Holding so many Skills active was a bad idea this early in the game, he'd need to be more conservative in the future. As light came into the burrow, so to did an animal face. The thing snuffling and digging woke him up and immediately agitated him. Growling he hauled back, anchoring himself with three pseudopods, before launching himself forward as hard as he could. Smash! He hollered as he launched himself at the face of whatever it was. He was hungry and thirsty, and this was a very convenient meal.

Assuming he struck he'd Cling as best he could to the face he just plowed into, blocking its nose and mouth with his body. Hell he even stuffed some of himself into its nose to further anchor himself. If it pulled him off he'd try to take its sinuses with him!

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Thankfully whatever that chemical was that caught fire wasn't strong. It was doused quickly enough by the dirt and Asura's own liquid body. Mother Slime looked a bit singed, but she'd recover soon enough with some sleep. She let out a sigh, which sounded like someone poking into silly putty, she'd never get the full english language...

The System chimed in and let Asura know he leveled up again. Ardur seemed to say what he wanted his points in, Asura was a bit more private than that. Two points into Overwork, one point into Mental Resistance, two points into Stronger. He thought, using only half of the points he had for the moment. "System, Analyze Unusable Skill Slime Shell." He said aloud, he was going to see if the damn thing would explain exactly what certain Skills were. He could figure out things if he had some sort of description.

Ardur began messing with the Beetles body, seemingly divvying out the food it'd provide. While he was doing that Asura slithered into the Flak Beetles 'nest' and began to tunnel. He absorbed rocks into himself to act as teeth to tunnel more effectively. He pulled the loose dirt into himself, filling his 'inventory' before going out and discharging the dirt around the opening to make the hole more difficult to see. Ardur soon joined in in the digging though.

" Relax and Meditate, if you can, see if you can get rid of your Mana Burn. Even if my Stamina runs out I have more health to work with. Maybe forcing everything to get so low will make my 'pool' bigger." He said before going back in to dig out the 'Nest' further. Widening the 'room' but using what he could to reinforce the sides and top. It was only dirt after all and it could collapse. "If your spider friend could uh...spread some webbing on the 'ceiling, that'd be nice though. To make a catch net just in case it decides it wants to cave in." He called out. He remembered that spider silk had a stupidly high tensile strength for what it was and Steve was massive compared to human world spiders.