Kazemitsu

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Now the real question is. Is Vani horny for dudes, dudettes, or both? XD

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

The hook wrapped around the jawbone he just acquired and launched it at the back of the fleeing zomblins head as his Smash took out the attacking skeletons leg whose own attack bounced off of his Hardened Body. "Trent mind the fleeing one, it's their ranged attacker! It's pretty fucked up but it has armor!" Asura exclaimed as he was 'face' to face with the downed skeleton. It swung its cudgel again, at a very awkward swing considering it was prone, which he just surged around. No point taking more damage than he needed to.

Despite it being full combat he did take note his skull and his jaw club were both getting worn. The club he understood, it was shoddy, but was magic really that strong that it did that much damage to a skull? God he hated magic so fucking much, it was always bullshit like this. Ardur was conversing with the sword, Undine, still. "Can the sword just watch our ground and air rear? The front is pretty covered!" He called out as a pseudopod changed into the shape of a mallet.

The deep red hammer came down as hard as he could without using Smash onto the skeletons face. More enemies were coming, he had to head hunt now. The one thing he tried to avoid when fighting, but skeletons weren't exactly the best things to just blindly swing at. He did notice the red particles, then the orange particles, floating into himself. Probably such an insignificant amount but it was still something.

Mother Slime rolled in now and took a Poison attack meant for him, but she hadn't gotten poisoned thankfully. No one had any cure poison capabilities currently. She lunged, landing on a lizard and started to wrestle with it. "Pin the body and pull up on its hard hard!" He called over, instructing her on a way to snap an animals neck that didn't look up very well. Steve has caught a wisp and used it to bludgeon another, getting it on the ground within melee range. So Asura surged forward to engulf it, crush it within his body, and start digesting as he looked for the next closest target to finish. Don't just attack many at once and deal a little damage, focus and kill completely then move on to the next target.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

After a bit of a stretch the group was fully out of the collapsing church, some more worse for wear than others. The holy spellcaster woman explained why she popped up inside of the sealed church after thanking him, but the behemoth just shrugged his shoulders in response. "No problem." He rumbled out, his voice unsurprisingly deep even outside of a combat situation.

The elven paladin had come skidding out with the downed archer, making him raise an eye-ridge. Yes she had been controlled by the necromancer...or evil cleric, whatever the decrepit old man had been, but she had been seriously wrecked in a physical way. That hand would never pull a drawstring again even with magic. But the building was still coming down, and the group was literally right next to it in a narrow alley. There wasn't really any time for talking now.

So with a grunt he tucked the buxom elven woman under his arm, and grabbed Vani by collar of his breastplate before moving. That long stride, along with lacking the desire to be crushed, brought them to the exit of the alley and beyond to get further away from the collapsing stone building. "I know you tried saving that girl, but she wasn't going to recover from that." He said to the paladin as he set the two back down. Despite his strength carrying an extra three hundred to four hundred pounds was not an easy feat!

His buffs passed, he was back to being his still absurdly strong non-glowy self covered in dust and sweat, and was breathing pretty heavily at this point. The archer, he felt, had been too far gone. Honestly if the building hadn't been collapsing he would have ended that suffering swiftly.

The Forest of Helsend Village

Hider

Name: Kaze (Yes highly original)

Class: Barbarian Monk

Age: 28

Race: Dragonborn, a humanoid reptilian species that has distant draconic ancestry.

Appearance:

Personality: Kaze is a fairly calm and straightforward individual. Preferring to cut right to the chase, being blunt if one wants to make it simple. He also tries his best to be as logical and fair as possible. Kaze seems to take things in stride, seemingly never faltering when something is said or done against him.

Unfortunately people would be very wrong, he has a breaking point and when it happens, hide. Beneath that cool demeanor is an ocean of rage. Every pretense is dropped as he unleashes what is commonly known as a barbarians rage. Like this he has no communication skills and is incredibly hard to calm down depending on what wrong finally snapped him.

Motives: He's a natural explorer, looking to see and experience the world to bring stories and knowledge back to his people off in the distant marshes far away from this village and forest. He'd already been traveling a good while, and the mystery surrounding this place might produce an interesting story to tell.

Gear:

• Half Plate Armor: Covering various parts of his body are thick plates of armor, but still having spaces to keep utmost flexibility and movement.
• Half Necklace: A necklace that acts more like a partial collar wrapped around the back of his neck to meet near his throat. It's magical in nature, giving him a small increase to his toughness.
• Giants Sword: A huge blade requiring a good deal of strength to wield due to its size and weight.
• White Ring: A simple white gold band around a finger on his left hand. The ring is enchanted to give his strength a small increase.

The equipment they’ll have, like a knife, a sword, or something else. Just remember that the forest isn’t a very nice place and there’s no telling if and when the group will leave for town.
Abilities:

Other: Yes he's a Barbarian and a Monk. Taking on the challenge of trying to balance tranquility/inner peace with burning rage/murderous intent.

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

Asura's spike curled, becoming a hook within the zomblins skull as it recoiled from his blow. His weight made Mother Slime miss but it still tried to move away while scooping up the javelins that laid on the ground nearby. "No more spearchucking for you." He growled before jerking the hook within the undead goblins head, pulling it away from the projectiles. Sure it might have broken the grip on its arm, but a hook in its skull would be nigh impossible unless it decided to rip off its own face.

Meanwhile he saw the Mana Orb's flying towards him, a shift and the thick skull of the deer took the two hits as the attackers began to fade away. A normal person might feel bad about all this death, or r-death, but Asura only felt his urges being fulfilled finally. Another player came into the fray, another skeleton goblin! And Ardur was talking to the sword in the pool from earlier. "If you can, take care of the fliers, Ardur. Talk and move at the same time." He called out. Then to the others. "Take out the small fries, any goblins are their hard hitters!" Equipment made a huge difference in this world since Trent was just kicking the ass of whatever he actually managed to hit.

Now a hefty bone and stone club was swung at him. His surface curved and Hardened, letting the weapon slide along his body or just bounce off to mitigate some of the potential damage. The crude jawbone club he held within his body was spat out, a pseudopod swinging the fragile weapon hard and low to the ground to take out the skeletons balance or just break its legs. "Smash!" He snarled, the weapon taking on the familiar red hue. He had been conserving his Stamina, and he had no way to replenish with Stamina Furnace.

Well he had Blood Drain, which could probably be a basis for another ability. It sounded almost like Life Steal, which had multiple counterparts in video games. So he focused hard on trying to get the Zomblin's energy. How did one even think of accessing something elses energy and life pools? He imagined trying to pull a yellow essence from the creature, Stamina was commonly colored yellow from his video game experiences.

The Forest of Helsend Village

I am bestest derg...and was waitin to see if anything else w2as gonna crop up XD

The Forest of Helsend Village

Dragonborn monk :p gonna bap things good XD

The Forest of Helsend Village

It sounds interesting...an adventure mystery rpg fun. Are dragonborn an acceptable race? (I tend to shy away from humans x.x )

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Druid Girl got a laugh from the farmer, it seemed no one wanted to see what the reptilian fighter was packing! What a sad day. But the farmer sneered at what he said, which was received with a cool look. "Just started yesterday, and I already have plans of climbing the ranks. It will take time, but I have the patience to earn the trust and experience needed to continue." He stated, why did humans always have to rush things?

Aww I didn't get to Steel, or Ruby Rank in a couple weeks woe ways me! Then again humans also tended to be glory seekers, whereas he just wanted to be productive. But he had limited options given his lack of...skills when it comes to real crafting. Was it only humans who really always tried for the quick easy instant gratification? Was it because they were still a fairly young species? Did lizard fighter actually know any of this? Dunno.

Ahead though there was a hand-card, broken and abandoned. Already the Fighter was on high alert, looking around slowly so as to not draw much attention to the fact that he was taking apart his surroundings with his eyes. When he looked off to the side he noticed the messed up grass and shrubbery. Something had happened here, but what? Archer Girl requested the wagon stop so they could check it out. He continued on a ways, actively leading now but still staying within lunging distance of the wagon.

He stepped off to the side though and gave the hand-cart a once over. Weathered wood, grayed with age, some rust on the axle, pins, and such. There was a decent sized stone near it, which he scooped up before returning to the group. The stone looked small when it was in his hands and he was just rolling it back and forth. Scraping off dirt, grass, and some moss. He wasn't any good with a sling or bow, but a big stone he could throw pretty damn good and it was his only ranged option right now.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

The lizardmans vision wasn't gone for long as he heard the new woman rapid fire some spell she had. Holy Restoration? Sounded like a healing spell, and it was judging by the tingle in his nose, and apparently cured his blindness. Good, now he could see and blink when the old man threw another fit after being called a toad by the Paladin next to him. One of his eyes drifted to the smaller man, but the...compliment? was ignored for now.

The healing holy woman called out for help. "Stay out of their reach and get closer over here." He called back while the old man just went bonkers. A fetid breath and moan from behind had him turn and slam that oversized fist into the head of one of the remaining zombies, sending skull and brain and meat flying in a splash of color before he returned his attention to the evil cleric...necromancer...guy.

He seemed to be praying, but considering his speed and flexibility Kaze doubted he could land a direct hit at this point. It had been a while since he was just so outclassed. Then again, he tended to observe before diving in, but there wasn't anything or any time to observe this time! Thunder rumbled out overhead, was it going to storm outside?

The building started to shake slightly before tremors made its already challenged structure start to fall apart. Lovely, time to get going! A chunk of ceiling fell onto the man, but it didn't kill him. What was he made of?! "Head to the back door! He exclaimed, pointing forward before looking over to the healing woman. Her construct flattened by a chunk of pillar but she seemed to be looking at the downed archer.

He held no obligation to try and save the downed archer, who was buried in some rubble, from dying in this place. So he lunged forward with his unnatural speed, grabbed the elven woman around her waist, and hauled his reptilian ass towards the small exit to get out into the alley. The ground buckled in some places, but he just pushed off the crumbling stone and bounced along. Flow acceleration was really saving him right now, his other buffs starting to fade out.

Once in relative safety he set the holy elf, who he just noticed had quite the buxom figure, down on her feet. "Next time I'm just going through the damned wall..." He muttered as he leaned back, regaining some of his breath. The purple glow around him was barely visible, he had maybe another couple minutes of them being active.