Lmpkio

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@Lmpkio

No, no. It's a regular interrogation.

@PaulHaynek

Ah, ok. *Phew*

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek Don't tell me that this Forde guy is doing the THING with Mordus. And from the sounds of it... as if Mordus is considered a "he":

Titanica: *Hurls Atomic Fire in disgust*

World of Light

Levels: 4 (5/40) | 2 (10/20)
Location: Peach’s Castle
Word Count: 330

_{Direct Mentions: @Lugubrious, @DracoLunaris
Passing Mentions:}

Spyro blazed towards the boss at break-neck speed, taking the opportunity to issue a crippling blow towards his wings. However, he would be swiped away by a blow of his clawed hand, knocking him back against a pillar. If it had been issued more precise, the blow could've easily killed the poor dragon - but alas he was still conscious. He was shaken and out of breath, but alive nonetheless. He uttered a grunt of pain before he struggled to get back on his clawed feet. He'll need a minute to recuperate before he can attempt to rejoin the battle at hand.

Geno was relieved that his companion only suffered minor injuries, but he still believed that his plan of rushing in head-first was a foolish maneuver. While he would normally comfort Spyro, he had to concentrate on the boss. He continued to keep his distance and still pelted the flying Bowser from afar using his Borealis ability before the boss leapt behind his throne to use for cover.

And all the while, Mario was still waiting for a chance to deal some major damage to Megadragonbowser. Yet before he could do anything else, he heard an all too familiar sound. Someone had eaten a Super Mushroom. And when the plumber turned around, he could see their Bowser towering over the battlefield as it laughed in the face of his doppelgänger as he tossed aside a piece of the tyrant's throne. Mario then recalled that he too had a Super Mushroom in his possession and proceeded to hastily consume it.

That's when he too found himself increasing his size by 50%, and found himself on equal footing with their Koopa King. He looked down at the now smaller boss and issued a cocky smirk of confidence.

"IT'S-A-GO TIME!" the enlarged plumber yelled as he stomped his way towards the boss.

Once he got close, he proceeded to issue a giant-sized fireball towards Megadragonbowser, hoping that it would hit its mark.

The Runes- A Norse Anime Roleplay (NEED ROLES!)

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The Runes- A Norse Anime Roleplay (NEED ROLES!)

@EchoicChamber I've mentioned that in his bio. Really the "Release of his tail" means that if he ever snaps into reality, or if something really angers him to the point where he goes completely berserk. Easiest way in doing that is to send Thor to encounter him for the third time, in which Jörm would just go out of his way to kill the Thunder God and so forth.

Granted if you have any other ideas for what could happen, by all means let me hear it.

The Runes- A Norse Anime Roleplay (NEED ROLES!)

Oooh, this looks like a fun RP! Count me interested! I really hope no one has brought this guy in yet - doesn't seem to be the case but I could be wrong - so I made your local Midgard Serpent (with drawings by your's truly)! Hope it's fine!

Jörmungandr

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(Better drawing coming soon-ish)

World Serpent Form "Rough Sketch" (Better Version Coming Soon)

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Full Name:
Jörmungandr

Nicknames/Aliases:
| Jörm | "Jörmi" | Hammond Callus Froder | Mr. Froder | "The World/Midgard Serpent" | | "The Girdle of the World" | "The Fiskrman/Fisherman" |

Age:
Ancient - His human catalyst looks to be mid-thirties.

Gender:
Male

Powers:

• Shape-Shifting: Jörm can transform into his massive serpentine form at will, only utilizing it if he needs to carry out any dangerous godly feats or any that requires his immense power to utilize.
• Incredible Strength: In both forms, Jörm can unleash a great deal of strength towards any given assignment. Whilst his abilities are more impressive in his serpentine form, he's still capable of lifting large objects, such as massive boulders, or even stopping a speeding car, as a human.
• Incredible Durability: Both forms represent the Jörm being capable in taking a major pounding if in battle. Again, while he's more durable in his beast form, his human form can also resist damage and takes more effort for anyone to grievously hurt him. Even bullets seem to initially have trouble getting to him at first! However, he can still feel pain at higher levels of stress or when taken enough damage.
• Venomous "Eitr": In his serpentine form, Jörm's saliva is coaxed with a highly toxic venom (known as Eitr) that is rumored to be strong and potent enough to kill the gods of Midgard, such as the likes of Thor or Baldr. In his human form, Jörm can secrete this venom from two sharpened teeth near the front of his mouth, however his saliva is otherwise non-venomous. And in both forms, he can even blow such toxic breath in the form of a poisonous cloud of mist.

Description:
Standing at 6'4", Jörm's human form as "Hammond Callus Froder" is a tall individual with a rough and grizzled appearance. He sports messy brown hair sporting an undercut fade, bushy eyebrows, and shows a thick unkept beard. While his right eye is colored as an icy-blue, his left eye looks more reptilian-like in appearance and has a yellowish-orange tint in the iris. In order to keep that eye hidden, Hammond usually wears a pair of highly-reflective glasses when out and about in highly-dense areas, or wears an eyepatch if he's out fishing or sailing. In addition, a massive scar can be seen running down on that side of Hammond's face.

His normal attire usually consists in wearing a worn-out fuzzy-blue sweater, which is covered by a thick heavy brown coat full of numerous pockets, and wears beige work-pants or roughed-up jeans. The coat Hammond often uses is rarely washed, and being that he is usually out fishing, one could usually smell the scent of fish and sea water strongly emanating off it. He can also be sometimes seen wearing a thick blue and white flannel jacket on occasions as well.

His bestial form however is absolutely massive in scale. His face is thick and stout in appearance, almost box-like, with large crown of jagged spikes and has smooth stream-line scales flowing down his entire body. Long yellowish-brown bristles flow down his lower jaw, retaining the beard he utilizes in his human form, and his scar is still present in said form. His color pattern revolves around being primarily a dark-blue color, with some dark-crimson and yellow highlights situated around his face and the circular pattern running down his back. Large amphibious membranes flow down his back, ending in a paddle-like tail erilly-reminiscent of those on prehistoric mosasaurs.

Personality:
Jörm's tall stature and gruff voice may make him look imposing to approach on the outside, however he's been known to be very well approachable. He doesn't usually speak much, while also being somewhat blunt at times, he is otherwise known a kind-hearted, calm, and respectable individual - if not a little bit cautious. Despite being known to be often weary of other travelers coming near his cabin - in the event that they happen to be big-name Aesir gods in disguise - once he believes that the person in question is not a threat, he'll be kind enough to invite guests into his humble cabin. Jörm would provide them with temporary food and shelter before sending them back on their way. While he's fine being alone out in the wilderness of his shoreline cabin and going out fishing, he still could never shake off the feeling of loneliness that comes with his predicament, yet at the same time refusing to get too close with others. He also sports great knowledge of the sea and all who live in it, as well as the region he lives in as well.

However, when encountered with anything he deems as a threat - especially when it comes to Aesir gods such as Thor, Baldr, Odin, etc - Jörm would be highly defensive when it comes to guarding his house and would often do anything to either completely annihilate his opponent or at the very least drive them off.

Skills:

• Anglership: His skills as a master angler had allowed him to catch many incredible catches, which include the likes of large sharks, marlins, and other weird sea-beasts.
• Heavy-Lifting: Being how incredibly strong that he is, Jörm is well acquainted in carrying large logs or haul large carts with ease.
• Surprising Shot: Carrying a well-worn hunting rifle in his cabin, Jörm has adequate training in firing said weapon.

Weaknesses:

• Slow-To-Combat: While easily able to hold his own, Jörm isn't always the one to immediately go on the offensive. Hence if you ask him to come and battle so-and-so, he would often refuse the offer unless it specifically threatens his home.
• Bringer of Apocalypse... And Destined to Die: The phrase how Jörm would begin the events of Ragnarok by the "release of its tail" stem directly to his demeanor. Despite being usually calm, it's been foretold that when came the day that the mighty World Serpent snaps against the vile world around him, he would commence the beginning... and that his destiny would lie by Thor's hammer before the day's end.

Brief History:

"The line of Odin's Offspring
Lay not slack on the gunwale,
When the huge ocean-serpent
Uncoiled on the sea's bottom.
The strong fiend's Terrifier
In his right hand swung his hammer
When he saw the loathly sea-fish
That all the lands confineth."

Born to the trickster god, Loki, and the giantess, Angrboða, Jörmungandr found himself as the middle child between his older brother - the monstrous wolf Fenrir - and his younger sister - the Queen of the Underworld, Hel. However, their futures would prove ominous according to the gods, who perceived of an ominous prophecy. It foretold of all three of Loki's offspring would bring forth great misfortune that would befall the entire world itself - known as Ragnarok. As a result, all three were brought upon Odin's doorstep and were all outcasted from society.

For Jörm, Odin casted him out into the deep sea, where he left him presumably to die. However, the great serpent didn't perish within the dark depths of the ocean and found himself growing to the point where many presumed that he must have encapsulated the entire world! Yet the World Serpent didn't bother to care for the world around him, only laying dormant within the frigid waters... searching for food or otherwise biting its own tail in utter frustration.

Not much had been documented upon Jörm after his creation. However, two stories were uncovered, both revealing an encounter with the mighty God of Thunder, Thor. One, however, revealed a more harrowing tale that cemented their rivalry forever. On a fishing trip with the Jotunn, Haymir, Thor used the head of an ox to act as bait. However, it attracted the World Serpent and a mighty battle between the two became ominously imminent. A minor brawl took place, with Thor being able to place an early hit by producing a large gash vertically across the creature's left eye - one which Jörm still bears to this day. However, in a fit of panic, Hymir quickly cut the line, resulting in the massive sea serpent to descend back into the ocean with the bait still in his mouth.

It was on that day when Jörm's abhorrence for the Aesir God grew to its near-boiling point. He claimed that if he ever saw that arrogantly fat dobber for a third time, that he would mercilessly track him down and kill him.

Yet another long period of time passed, and on one particular day, the World Serpent found himself being able to turn into a human. He plopped himself on land and proceeded to wander the remote shore of which he brought himself upon. But not long after, he found an abandoned cabin on a shallow precipice overlooking the sea. With no one seemingly having been to it recently, Jörm took residence of the cabin, gave himself a new name, and began to live his life as a remote angler - feeding upon the catch that the great sea had to offer.

Yet as he enjoyed his peaceful life out in the wild, he seems blissfully unaware of the approaching days of Ragnarok slowly clamoring towards him ever slowly... for it was foretold that he would bring upon the end of days upon the 'release of his great mighty tail'. And as signs began to point in confirmation, it wasn't simply a matter of if it would happen...

It was simply a matter of when.

Other:
- Jörm happens to own a black cat that he named "Fjord", after having found it all alone in the forest when it was a kitten.

- Jörm's favorite delicacies are both Lutefisk and Ox head.

- Jörm would always remember someone who he encountered near his cabin and would often act accordingly to how you last treated him, as demonstrated with his rivalry with Thor.

Edit: Ohhhhhhhhh shit. I've just realized @EchoicChamber actually wanted to have a swing at him...

If I can't keep him, I can do maybe Sutr (which is funny because I happen to play a character in another RP that is heavily inspired by him)

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

_{Mentions: @AzureKnight, @PaulHaynek}

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Titanica listened to Haley and Forde's conversation, taking only a limited notice to it. However, she could still hear the maniacal rambles that the latter was blurting out at random. With Haley looking at the titan in utter dubiety, all Titanica could accomplish was a glance followed by a sudden snort. It was clear that it wasn't the best to engage with the gravedigger for long...

As the group began to transition into the bitterly cold environment, Titanica didn't seemed to be at all phased by the sudden change of temperature. Her body acted like a mobile furnace, as it released a warm heat that encapsulated around her companions nearby. Mana expelled from her core, flowing throughout her body and radiated a faintly blue light from her jagged spines upon her back. While the heat was faint, the travelers could still get reasonably warm the more they huddle up to her. For the Titan however, she wouldn't be affected by the chilly weather at all. After all, its what helped keep her warm when she slept at the bottom of the sea, as well as traversing through such cold environments like this.

Once they witnessed a smoke trail in the distance, the group hastened before piling upon a large mound of snow for cover. According to Forde, that encampment should house Mordus within one of those tents - if only they could get rid of those knights that is. Haley then suggested that they scare them off, before turning directly to Titanica herself.

"You can transform, right Titanica? Just go all 'You have disturbed my sleep!' or something and I guarantee you these guys will be running."

But by the time the harpy had finished, she would find that Titanica was lumbering towards the camp by her lonesome. It appeared that the Titan had already made up her mind, one that shared a similar mindset, as her body once again began to morph into her massive bestial form. Her clawed feet punched through the thick snow like massive pillars, as she muttered a low-piercing growl followed shortly by an ear-splitting roar that echoed throughout the mountain. She took her time to approach the encampment, merely relying on her huge size and intimidation factors as she looked for anyone that could resemble this Mordus fellow.

Perhaps she should've asked what this Mordus looked like, now that she thought of it...

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_{Mentions: @Stern Algorithm, @PaulHaynek}

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Morgan stopped to look over at the Altissima sisters struggling to move, worried about how they may not get far in their position. However, she wasn't going to just leave them. The moth-girl ran over and began to push their cart with all of her strength. When that wasn't enough, her membranous wings extended out and provided enough rapid flapping to allow her to move them, all while attempting to avoid getting socked in the face by these wacky birds.

The more they traveled, the more the fog cleared. And when they ascended down what appeared to be a large basin, she could suddenly see large pillars of both rock and wood jetting from the ground. However, they didn't seem as if they naturally belonged there - rather if they were just placed their by their lonesome in such random locations. Morgan doubted that they would provide them with much cover, but alas some cover was better than none at all. Facing no other option, she was forced to push the sisters behind the nearest wooden pillar. However, it would suddenly be destroyed right before her eyes as an explosion of black feathers and splinters made short use of it. She squeaked surprisingly before suddenly jolting the cart away from the flying debris, rocking the cart dangerously to the left before continuing onwards.

Then they finally stopped a hut made of stone and Morgan planted the cart down. She panted rapidly as she attempted to gain her breathe amongst the chaos around them. She then turned to the sisters and began to express her thoughts.

"This..." she began within the panicked breaths, "This isn't real! None of this is real, right? The anesthetic must have trapped us within a dream. We need to find a way to break out before our physical forms will become compromised!"

The two spherical objects on her head began to vibrate profusely as they began to release a faint blue light, seemingly as a measure utilized in stressful situations...

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

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Thunderbird

The Aerial Courtship of Giants

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With its Master focusing upon his grander schemes, the Phoenix found itself once again cast back out into the world of Galbar, soaring high within the heavens. It wanted to rest up, especially after the exhausting near-death experience with the Iron God and the long flight back to Muspell, but Sartr still had other plans with him. Its mission was the same - scour the globe and inspect what the other gods were doing. However in this case, it found itself back within a particular location that it knew all too well.

Once surrounded by water, Mount Chop had found itself trapped within a massive continent that had formed beneath it. And already, life was flourishing around the base and upon the mountainside itself. It was strange for it to see such a vast population of greenery - one that dwarfed the island that it landed upon during its first flight. Yet this time, the Phoenix wasn’t raining a torrent of fire upon the vulnerable timber below. After all, word had spread that several gods had taken personal offense to the beast’s “careless” destruction. Surely if the flaming pterosaur was to continue its unintentional destruction here, no doubt a personal witch-hunt would be issued in order to capture it. It would be wise not to cause such needless damage at this point.

The Phoenix then landed upon the mountain’s cliffside, as it scoured the vast jungles for where it should go next. As it searched, the Phoenix heard the rumbling of distant thunder. This rumbling grew louder, until it sounded as though a thunderstorm was right above the Phoenix, even though the skies were clear.

“SCREEE!” came a deafening cry from above the Phoenix. Standing on the ridge of the cliff overlooking the Phoenix was a giant bird with midnight blue feathers, cracking with motes of lightning.

Startled by this loud noise, the fire-bird jerked its head upwards to inspect the culprit who had dared to disturb it. It looked up to see the strange bird. While it was significantly smaller than the Phoenix, being roughly 17 meters shorter than it give or take, the amount of power it wielded was rather unique. In fact, upon reanalyzing the intensity of the thunderous call, perhaps it was the Phoenix who had done the disturbing to it after all.

It was a call of territorial dominance.

Still, the Phoenix was not negatively phased by its impressive display, nor did it feel significantly threatened. If anything, it was rather intrigued by this oddly-colored and supercharged spectacle. There seemed to be some sort of relationship… although Sartr hadn’t alerted him to a creature like it. The Phoenix proceeded to communicate by revealing its mahogany throat and issued a low guttural noise towards it.

"Heed, wondrous avian." the Phoenix called to it telepathically, "I’m not here to cause trouble. I will be out of your territory in a few minutes."

The Thunderbird did not appear to heed the Phoenix’s attempts at diplomacy. “SCREE!” Its voice blew down on the Phoenix as a strong wind, some dirt being stirred up. Then the Thunderbird flapped its wings and a concussive thunderclap issued forth and struck the Phoenix.

The fire-bird flinched as the powerful vibrations rattled through its skeleton, nearly causing it to lose balance. It was clear that this bird didn’t seem to understand his telepathic message. It was merely a beast. A beautiful beast, but a beast nonetheless. The Phoenix had to do something to demonstrate both its dominance and how it wasn’t a threat - the latter being perhaps the hardest thing for it to accomplish. It rose its massive scaled wings and flapped back as warm heat radiated towards the Thunderbird’s way. It didn’t want to fight such a beautiful specimen, but if it was forced to, it would have no choice.

Seeing its rival was not backing down, the Thunderbird hopped off its perch. “SCREEEE!” it cried as it descended, wings flapping and creating more thunder to rattle the Phoenix. Now being forced into combat, the terror-bird was forced to take to the skies, roaring loudly as a sonic-boom collided upon its massive wings during his rapid ascent. It began to circle around its unfortunate opponent as it issued another deeply pained roar in a last ditch attempt to have the Thunderbird heed. The warning was in vain, though, for the Thunderbird knew nothing but its own strength and superiority.

The Thunderbird banked up and circled the Phoenix also, peals of thunder echoing across the Hooflands. The Thunderbird ascended, making use of its lighter weight to out-manoeuvre the colossal fire-bird, then dived towards the Phoenix’s back, talons outstretched and sparking with electricity.

Even the armored back couldn’t spare the terror-bird from the terrible volley of shock that surged through its body as the Thunderbird made contact. It issued a painful screech before it mustered the power to break off from such vile torture. It descended rapidly before pulling up and utilizing the wind-currents to hasten its speed. With a regrettable scowl, it then proceeded to fire its signature heat ray multiple times towards the feathered Thunderbird, guessing its opponent’s trajectory in an attempt to produce the most accurate shots it could.

The Thunderbird was not an easy target, as it flew above the Phoenix where the Phoenix had to twist to fire its beams. But as the Thunderbird dived to attempt a second attack, one of the Phoenix’s beams struck true, burning a patch on the bird’s right breast. Feathers were incinerated in a pyrotechnic display of blinding light. While the Phoenix could not see anything for the next few moments, it heard a pained “CAW” and thunderous wingbeats before the Thunderbird collided with the Phoenix. A jolt of electricity was sent through the Phoenix, but rather than latch on with its talons the Thunderbird continued to fall, tumbling and flapping. It managed to right itself before landing heavily.

The Phoenix, meanwhile, continued to reel back at the intense shock that it had received as it plummeted back to the ground. It had to admit, for a mere creature of its size, it surely knew how to use it. However, how could it compare to a fully realized and thinking avatar created from the embers of the divine? The fire-bird quickly regained altitude just before scraping the canopy of the treeline, as more of its fiery essence dripped upon them. It proceeded to go into overdrive, as it issued a quick roll in mid-air before hastening its speed. It rushed towards the Thunderbird, heading in a straight line as it extended its massive talons towards its opponent’s back.

Though wounded, by the time the Phoenix had managed to reorient itself the Thunderbird had also recovered enough to look up and see the Phoenix diving towards it. The Thunderbird took flight parallel to the ground with a few hasty wingbeats, feeling a rush of hot air as it managed to just barely avoid being crushed by the Phoenix. The Thunderbird continued to fly, turning its head to look at the Phoenix.

Despite missing its target, the terror-bird didn’t proceed to go after the Thunderbird as it stood motionlessly on the ground, looking towards the Thunderbird with admiration. It issued another booming call, flapping its wings in display format as more heated wind flew through the forest. The leaves underfoot began to dry rapidly, causing the dry air and friction to suddenly start a forest fire within the lush greenery. Still, the Phoenix refused to move as it then proceeded to bob its body up and down, as if taunting the Thunderbird. It’s throat began to glow a hot ruby-red, issuing a chuffing similar to that of laughter. If it wasn’t able to get to it’s opponent, then it might as well try to lure it towards its fiery body instead.

The Thunderbird saw the Phoenix’s display, which stirred some curious feelings within the Thunderbird. It continued to fly until it landed upon a large rocky outcrop with two strangely flat faces near the base of Mount Chop. On its perch it faced the Phoenix, able to see it clearly. The large burn on the Thunderbird’s chest was also clearly visible, red, oozing and painful. The Thunderbird bowed its head down to preen the feathers around the wound.

Noticing the creature’s injury, the Phoenix halted its child-like mockery as it watched the Thunderbird attend to its charred wound. Even for an avatar created for the sole purpose of razing and destroying all who opposed it or Master Sartr, it had already grown sympathetic with the poor beast. If it had really gone all out, it would’ve most likely overpowered and killed the Thunderbird right on the spot. The terror-bird knew that feeling all too well. And to kill such a magnificent looking creature - one perhaps related to it in some way - would be a cruel act not even it could stomach. It felt connected to it, distantly perhaps but it was there.

Gurgling a voice of reasoning, the Phoenix once again took to the skies and landed a good distance away from the Thunderbird’s position. It hunched over its body, making it look smaller and more timid, as it slowly and cautiously attempted to make its way towards the beast while issuing soft cooing to calm the creature’s previously high aggression and apologize for his mannerisms.

The Thunderbird paused from its preening to look up at the Phoenix. The lightning on its feathers danced in a more gentle pattern as it watched the Phoenix and listened to its cooing. Yet as the Thunderbird shifted, it flinched in pain, its right wing drawing up over its injury. The Thunderbird looked up at the Phoenix once more. “Cooo,” came the Thunderbird’s response, riding on a refreshing breeze. That coo carried pain, submission, yet also something else.

With a peal of thunder the Thunderbird took to the skies once more, flying away from the Phoenix. The scaly beast could only watch as the feathery avian took off, leaving only a trail of lightning and several dark blue feathers behind. The fire bird glanced down to see one such feathers lying on the ground, but suffering from a half-burnt tip. It nestled it with it’s large beak, fiddling with it briefly before looking back on the horizon.

Would the bird come back? Surely its calm response meant that it finally tolerated the Phoenix, or at the very least respected it. Did it concede and move on, leaving its territory in the hands of the fire-bird? The Phoenix wasn’t quite sure. It then hunched down on the cliffside and covered itself with its scaly wings. Perhaps it might as well rest for a bit before it ought to move on. After all, the Thunderbird’s lightning was able to sap a significant chunk of its energy. And hopefully… just hopefully, it’ll see the creature again some time in the future.

But for now, it simply closed its eyes and left its mind to wander across the dreamy plains that K’nell created for it… perhaps a happy one at that.

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The Phoenix did not know how long it slept, but it woke to the sound of thunder. It opened its eyes to see that it was almost sunset. A dark shadow passed over the sky above the Phoenix and a large dark-blue bird - the Thunderbird - landed downhill from the Phoenix. Between sparks of electricity the Phoenix saw that the bird’s plumage had been recently washed and preened. The wound on its chest, while still present and unhealed, had at least been cleansed of charred feathers. Dangling from the Thunderbird’s beak was the limp body of some raptor.

The Thunderbird bent down low, its back and tail exposed. It stretched out its wings and flapped them, not towards the Phoenix but up and down, producing a low rumble of thunder. Sparks of lightning danced across the Thunderbird’s feathers and along its upturned tail. The Thunderbird slowly, very slowly, approached the Phoenix, continuing its display. “Coo cooo,” it cooed, muffled though its voice was by the body in its mouth.

Its return was rather unexpected, but warmly welcomed. The Phoenix watched as the Thunderbird proceeded to show off its majestic wings, flapping them up and down repeatedly, with the low-resonating thunder that issued an oddly comforting sentiment. The low-pitched rapid clattering and warbling of the Phoenix’s beak acknowledged its efforts as it slowly rose to its feet, still hunched over. Then it too began its friendly chirps as it extended its massive wings and repeated the other bird’s mannerisms, blowing a warm breeze towards it.

This heat wasn’t the destructive force that it would use casually or in battle however. In fact, as it blew over the Thunderbird, it noticed how it eased the pain from the wound. Further still, portions of the damaged tissue slowly began to heal, perhaps enough so that new feathers would once again grow given time.

The Thunderbird continued its advance, less timidly now. As it came close to the Phoenix, it placed the raptor body onto the ground in front of the Phoenix and backed away. Sniffing the carcass, the larger creature gently used its super-heated breath to slowly cook the raw carcass into something cooked. After a few seconds, the raptor’s feathers had been burnt off completely and its skin turned into an appetizing golden-brown. With its meal cooked, the Phoenix ripped the raptor into two - taking the legs and tail as it gobbled it down in one swift gulp. It was exceptionally tasty, filled with a crunchy exterior and being soft and tender on the inside. It proceeded to nudge the cooked saurian towards the Thunderbird, cocking its head for it to try it now.

The Thunderbird approached again. It looked up to the Phoenix before placing a talon on the remaining half of the raptor and dipping down its beak to tear the meal apart and eat it. It appeared to enjoy the meal as it gobbled down the cooked flesh. When finished, the Thunderbird wiped its beak on the ground to remove the grease and blood then looked up to the Phoenix with a soft “Coo.”

It appeared the blue avian had enjoyed the Phoenix’s little delicacy. This satisfied the fire-bird as it cackled softly at its positive response. It found that cooking the meat instead of eating it raw provided a richer taste and enhanced its flavor significantly. However, it had to cook it at just the right time - not too soon and not too late - otherwise it would find itself with lukewarm meat or a charred piece of coal.

Then the Phoenix proceeded to slowly advance towards the Thunderbird, waddling awkwardly with its massive wings folded on the ground. It blinked curiously towards its newfound friend and gingerly proceeded to nuzzle the blue bird in an act of kindness, as a deep groan escaped its nostrils and resonated through its warm beak. The Phoenix felt small jolts of electricity as it touched the Thunderbird, but those were nothing compared to the electric shocks it had suffered in their fight. The Thunderbird nuzzled the Phoenix in return, rubbing against the Phoenix’s warm body.

They enjoyed each other’s presence for a short time, then the Thunderbird suggested, “Cooo.”

The larger avian looked down upon the other, cocking its head while asking with a light chirp. The Thunderbird took a couple of steps away from the Phoenix and turned its back towards the Phoenix. It was now that the Phoenix could tell that the Thunderbird was indeed a she. At first, the Phoenix didn’t seem to realize what she was trying to do. But then it hit it… or rather, it hit him. A primal instinct rushed through his scaly body, producing a warmth unlike any he felt before - yet one that was familiar all the same. He didn’t need to be told what to do at that point…

For the Phoenix already knew what had to be done...

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A circle of bent trees and branches padded with vines and grasses had been carefully laid out on the flattened peak of Mount Chop. Within this giant nest were several large eggs, mottled ruby and sapphire in colour, sparkling even where the sunlight did not strike them. Among the eggs was an ornate wooden box.

The Thunderbird was also in the nest, crooning by the eggs. Her eggs. She heard the sound of slow wing-beats and looked up to see the Phoenix approaching. The fire-bird carried a freshly killed and cooked long-necked sauropod in his jagged maw. While he didn’t have to travel far in order to find food, he felt like he had to offer only the best towards his new-found mate. And this was the perfect gift for her.

He dropped the cooked corpse down in his mate’s line of sight as he gently landed on the ground, coaxing the Thunderbird to eat. The Thunderbird walked over the edge of the nest and towards the meal. She cooed towards the Phoenix before ravenously feasting upon the sauropod, having clearly developed a heavy appetite. The Thunderbird ate her fill, then nudged the remainder of the meal towards the Phoenix.

The fire-bird accepted the leftovers and proceeded to finish the rest of the meal. Once he did, he found himself resting near the nest while watching the horizon for any invasive threats that dared to enter their territory. But while he did so, he suddenly felt a throbbing headache that forced him to stand up. And then, he was finally reminded of his true place amongst Galbar.

”PHOENIX!” Sartr boomed furiously as his voiced resonated through the Phoenix’s head, ”WHERE IN GALBAR’S PITS ARE YOU?! YOU’VE BEEN AWAY FOR THE PAST THREE DAYS!”

The fiery pterosaur was taken aback by his demands, however proceeded to stay still as not to disturb the Thunderbird.

"Ah, Master Sartr," the Phoenix telepathically responded, "My apologies for being so far away in my departure. I was away scouring the distant twin continents of what the gods called… Tendlepog and Swahhitteh."

”HAVE YOU REALLY?” the flame god replied inquisitively, ”BUT I CAN SENSE THAT YOU ARE CURRENTLY NOT ON THEM AT THIS MOMENT. WHERE ARE YOU REALLY AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

The Phoenix anxiously glanced over at the nest and the resting Thunderbird. He hesitated to respond at first, but then proceeded to quickly answer as deadpan as he could.

"I’ve... since departed as of several hours ago and I’m just about finishing up my quick break. I shall be back in Muspellheim within the hour."

Sartr simply scoffed at his avatar’s reply.

”WELL MAKE IT QUICK!” the fire god said hastily, ”MY PLANS ARE ALREADY BEGINNING TO TAKE SHAPE! AND I HAVE MORE ASSIGNMENTS THAT REQUIRE YOUR IMMEDIATE ATTENTION.”

"As you wish, Master." the Phoenix obeyed as Sartr’s presence quickly exited his mind.

The Phoenix had been having such a great time with his mate, that he almost forgot about Master Sartr entirely. If he was to tell him about his affair with the Thunderbird, let alone a mere bestial creature, surely Sartr would scold him for his disobedience. Truly he didn’t know how he’d react, but he definitely didn’t want to find out on the end of his fiery fist. And he truly didn’t want to leave his mate alone, but alas duty called and he must answer it.

The Phoenix walked towards his beloved mate and gently locked heads with her, rubbing his warm beak against hers. In a series of mournful and sorry chirps, he explained the situation towards her as roughly as he could.

"My beloved, sweet, Thunderbird." he said, "I am forced to depart under the orders of a higher power. He does not know about our affair, and I refuse to tell him for the safety of our skin and our young. I will be gone for a while, but I will come back as soon as I can… I promise."

The Thunderbird did not grasp all the concepts which the Phoenix said, but she understood enough. The Thunderbird too knew about the compulsion of a higher power. “Coo-oo,” she cooed mournfully.

Flight of the Phoenix

Having said his farewells, the Phoenix departed from Mount Chop to make the long flight back to his Master. Sartr must not know of their affair in any capacity; however if he did find out, the Phoenix would do anything to protect his mate from him or any other threats that dare to harm her...

By the tip of his flaming beak and till his very last breath.

It’s like a nature documentary in here

The Phoenix flies to Mount Chop, only for the Thunderbird to challenge this new rival in its territory.

The Phoenix isn’t keen on fighting, but the Thunderbird doesn’t recognise diplomacy, so they fight. Despite the Phoenix being considerably larger than the Thunderbird, the Thunderbird is able to put up a good fight until the Phoenix manages to hit it with a heat ray, wounding the Thunderbird and sapping its will to fight.

The Phoenix notes that the Thunderbird has ceased hostilities and attempts to be more friendly. The Thunderbird flies off (to tend its wound), and the Phoenix takes a nap.

When the Thunderbird returns, it is more submissive and comes bearing a gift of food. The Phoenix’s victory has impressed the Thunderbird. After a courtship display of dancing, sparks, feeding and preening, it is revealed that the Thunderbird is a female and the Phoenix is a male. A pair-bond is formed and they mate.

The result is eggs. These will eventually hatch into an extraordinary species of bird (-2 FP), but for now they sit in the Thunderbird’s nest on Mount Chop.

The Phoenix has been caring for his mate for a few days. However, he is called away by Sartravius, who is not aware of the ‘affair’ the Phoenix had with the Thunderbird. The Phoenix says he will return, vows to protect her, then reluctantly leaves.

Might Summary

2 FP for an extraordinary yet unintelligent species, the cost split between Ashalla’s and Sartravius’ Might pools. Details will come after they hatch.

Ashalla
Start: 1 MP & 6 FP
Spent: 1 FP
End: 1 MP & 5 FP
Portfolios: Colour 4/10
Ice 9/10

Sartravius
Start: 13 MP & 8 FP
Spent: 1 FP
End: 13 MP & 7 FP

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Btw @PaulHaynek, I've been meaning to say this for a while but...

The center code for my profiles on the CS aren't actually working while everyone else's are. Mind if you quickly add some to them?

World of Light

Levels: 4 (3/40) | 2 (8/20)
Location: Peach’s Castle
Word Count: 751

Geno Boost Cool-Down Time (T-0 - Ready To Deploy!)

Geno - New Ability Gained!
- Geno Borealis: Geno summons a volley of rainbow colored stars that bombard a limited range on the battlefield.

_{Direct Mentions: @Lugubrious
Passing Mentions: @Old_Amsterdam (RIP)}

The heroes were quick and utterly ruthless to punish the prideful king's haughty carelessness - with Mario and Spyro doing significant damage to the flying king's underbelly, while Geno continued firing more beams from afar. Yet even as they gave their all, Megadragonbowser was far from defeated. As he rose, both Mario and Spyro were thrown off him after he unleashed a powerful heated shockwave. As they landed on the hard stony surface, the star warrior above took most of the brunt force of the shockwave which knocked him back several meters. Their opponent's eyes began to glow a fearsome white, illuminating as bright as a miniature star. And his wounds poured liquid ichor of molten light that continued to intensify the heat within the throne room.

Before the fighters would continue to engage the boss however, three figures came rushing towards him in a particular order. The first robot rushed forward to strike, only to find itself brutally ripped apart by the boss's powerful jaws. Then, its owner proceeded to engage, only to be squashed by Megadragonbowser's powerful shell as she was crushed against the tyrant koopa's throne. As he launched a fireball towards Blazermate's turret, Mario found himself to be extremely close to ground zero and dodged just in the nick of time prior to it striking wherever it hit. And then, Zer0 swooped in with his sword in hand, ready to avenge his fallen friends as the robot plunged its sword deep into the boss's eye.

Yet the Koopa King barely reacted to it- in fact he simply laughed the wound off as the blade was completely melted off. Geno was completely mortified at the situation that unfolded. Now he not only had to worry about Bowser's fiery breath, but rather his entire body as a whole. One solid hit from the Koopa King and the wooden doll would find himself turned into a living torch. And just seconds, with a simple slice of his claw, Megadragonbowser effortlessly sliced the robot ninja into two, ending his service with the resistance...

Within the span of a mere minute, the boss had eliminated three valiant fighters.

Even with Ratchet being quickly able to recover the fallen spirits, the tone of the battle had shifted drastically. Mario wasn't entirely used to fighting such a brutal Koopa King - let alone one who could fly on its own. He needed to find a way to even the odds and fast. The plumber plunged his gloved hands into his overalls, searching everywhere for perhaps a lucky power up to assist him. Whether it be a fire flower, a tanooki suit icon, or better yet a star, anything could help him at this point. Yet while rummaging through his back overalls, he felt a smooth texture cup the palm of his hand. It felt to belong to that of a circular object. Mario quickly grabbed the object and pulled it out - revealing the iconic red-and-white Super Mushroom! This ought to help him once the time is right.

Meanwhile, Geno continued to fire his beams towards Megadragonbowser before he suddenly unleashed a different move altogether. He found his connection to Star Road somewhat more secure and felt connected to the skies above. He rose his hands into the sky as a swift barrage of small to medium-sized stars began to rush towards the boss's location - leaving a streak of rainbow-colored residue behind them. They would explode on contact with a solid surface, hopefully being straight into Bowser's face. But as Geno continued to focus on fulfilling as much damage towards the boss himself, he would suddenly recognize a purple blur rush by him.

"Wha~ little dragon!" he yelled towards Spyro in utter confusion, "What are you doing? Get back here before you~!"

But the purple dragon didn't seem to heed his call. In fact, the young dragon seemed to be fueled by anger towards Megadragonbowser's careless slaughter over their three allies. Was it still due to the waining effects of the dagger's influence from within the laboratory? Or was it purely out of vengeful free-will? Yet none of which seemed to add up to Spyro's careless and risky behavior as the dragon flew towards his foe as if engaging in a suicide rush. Yet unlike the three before him, Spyro did anticipate a counter and made preparations into invading it - and proceeding to issue a powerful head-butt towards one of his wings in an attempt to limit his mobility.

However did the cocky purple dragon really think this whole plan through?