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Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

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Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

@TheWindel

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Denizens of the Madhouse

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was rather more lively around here with the merging of groups, greetings being exchanged between those unfamiliar with one another while the blockade of cop cars comically rose before them. Rose's idea to just blast through was heard and dismissed with a snort, the prospect of spending their time for trying to blow past a veritable wall of blue and the hentai tenshi was not appealing to her. She prepared herself for more of the ravings that came from Iona, but the weirdest thing occured that stole her attention back to street.

An utterly non-descript young man, the sort to completely blend into a crowd even with a fashionable scarf, was just walking through the line of cops, and they in turn were letting him. If that wasn't enough, Iona came down from her perch and twittered at his side, downright captivated just by his presence. His position was revealed and she almost accepted it for making complete sense, only to remember that nothing here made sense in the first place.

"Follow my lead, Rose. Claire." Kanbaru said lowly before approaching the Student Council President, flashing a bright smile as she bowed quick and low, setting her chest to bounce before his gaze regardless for Iona's presence. "We'd love to follow along. It's been so hectic since we got here, why, not a few minutes could pass without some brute trying to accost us. I'd personally enjoy your protection if you'd let me have your hand~"

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

Winding up on the floor atop Tomoko and one of the other GMGs wasn't the worst thing, far comfier then being on the floor with only a slip of cardboard for cushioning. She could have snuggled closer and enjoyed it more had alarms not begun blaring, casting the room into a flurry of hurried motion, everyone running about to address something going on below in the city. Even airborne and encased in metal and glass, Terrorkeat could feel the Quake heralding a GMG growing and bounded to her feet, eyes scanning through the pane beneath her for some sign of the offender.

She had great eyesight but lacking any point of reference and she was looking for a needle in a haystack within the HART airship. Fortunately HART had their own equipment and they were treated to the ever amorphous and amorous blob kaiju that was Goomie. The green haired avian pouted, wishing she had gotten such a disarming name till Tomoko beckoned for everyone's attention.

"Pfft, like you even need to ask. Of course I'll help, happy to- Erk!" Yeshua choked, face draining of color as they questioned why she had transformed in the first place. It wasn't a secret per se, but there were a lot of people here and that was just embarrassing. She smiled then, as Tomoko put it off for later and the bird took that as an excuse to leave. Sending out a faint stream of air before her, she mapped her way through the vessel as she went and worked upwards to the deck. Stopping only to shuck off her pack containing all her worldy possessions indoorts, she leaped off the edge and hurtled down towards the city.

A tube of wind kept her at a diagonal angle, covering a great swathe of distance so her transformation wouldn't need to be right upon HART's doorstep. When mobile skyscrapers began to give way to warehouses and docking cranes, Yeshua Sands disappeared and Terrorkeat emerged into the city for the second time that day.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

The landing was a lot less graceful then she envisioned it. Her own meeting with the ground? Went flawlessly. The issue was the empty hood she held in one hand- Clair's, her brain unhelpfully offered- and that the pillar of ice meant to be crowned with a frozen motorcycle promptly had it's bulb of vehicle shatter, spraying them all with chips and chunks of ice she belatedly turned to steam after the fact. She had a suspicion they were all pretty durable and that a fall like that wouldn't kill Clair, assuming she didn't land on her neck, and it was with great relief the adventurer saved herself with a summoned Spirit.

A very charming fox girl who had so much Ara Ara energy the bluenette had a moment to fear for Takara's innocence before she was staggered back, the power of the Corpse Collector withdrawing from her, returning her to her default mage state as the last of the renegade motorcycle dispersed.

Then the cops arrived. Then Iona. All of whom were looking to her like she just attempted to assassinate the Student Council President. A bright spot was a plucky young girl she hadn't seen before whose cavalier attitude reminded Kanbaru of a less violent Chie and she greeted her with a grin in spite of the approaching law enforcement.

"Heh, would you believe me if I said the bike did that all itself? 'Cause I don't think the coppers will. I'm a totally safe driver when there isn't monsters about, but Hentai Tenshi over here seems to have pissed off my motorcycle into causing a few traffic accidents with her own reckless driving. Really, we're the victims here." Kanbaru said, blinking owlishly as Itsuko leaned in close...and promptly smacked Rose against her neck. "Oh, that wasn't a bug. That was another party member. You okay, Rose?"

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

This Tomoko girl was alarmingly forthcoming, setting off the few alarms Yeshua had danger that she actually listened to. After all, a hero was the type to go head first into such matters, but in the present situation, she was starting to hear her heart hammering in her chest, expecting snipers or some sort of MFF mechanized ambush. Was it unfair to Tomoko? Perhaps, but she had just been assaulted in full force for rolling out of a hammock wrong.

So she felt entirely valid in breaking away from the huddle, air visibly swirling about her to redirect projectiles once she blinked and found herself in a new place. Her eyes took in clouds beneath her and a busy room, more people then she felt comfortable with hustling about like this was mundane for them.

"HART? Wow...that's....so....awesome!" Doing a full 180 of opinion, Yeshua leaped for joy, boots striking the glass as she took in the people who didn't fear her for her monstrous transformation. She reached out to the air currents, running across the Silencia and feeling the space beyond, noting that she'd have never felt this ship if she weren't already inside it. That, and it was indeed a ship, and not just a roose propogated with projectors in some kinda of high tech MFF bunker to lull us into compliance.

"Yes, yes yes! Every Hero dreams of having a secret organization supporting them behind the scenes, and this one has a mobile base too. Soooooo cool!" The human form of Terrorkeat crowed, abatting in her exuberant hopping to tackle Tomoko in a hug. "Why didn't you say so sooner? We could have done so much good already, Tomo-Chan!"

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

@Darkmoon Angel You going to post soon?

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

For once in the life of a motorist, threatening her vehicle with violence failed due it's own stubborn resolve to kill them rather then for being an inanimate object. Not that Kanbaru could really appreciate this when she had to forsake her gun to cling to the bike for dear life. Her heart hammered as she saw her life flash with every near swipe of a vehicle or attempt to buck them off at speeds that would render a normal human into ruptured balloon of meat and pulverized bone.

A part of her roared in the face of Corpse Collector's treachery, singing with a maddening desire to push this even further and see just how much she can squeeze out of the rampaging motorcycle, but she crushed such desires with a callous ruthlessness, smothering it with the constant reminder of Clair and Rose clinging to her. Keeping them alive took priority over the dark part that wanted to cut loose.

Huh, I half expected more of the student council to show up. Kanbaru thought, catching sight of sirens flashing as police converged on their trail of destruction, no doubt wanting to put a stop to the recklessness before they start running people over.

Speaking of, they were just about to do that as Corpse Collector turned into an alley and barreled them towards a familiar group.

"Enough." Ice was her voice, cutting through the engine's rumble as water formed and froze before the motorcycle's path, a ramp that launched them straight upwards to kill off their momentum in a precipitous flight to the heaven's. Grasping Clair by the collar, Kanbaru rose to squat on the seat before kicking off, launching the trio downwards as Corpse Collector began to bleed inertia and reach the apex of it's climb.

Her ice ramp extended, catching the ex-magical girl's feet and sliding her neatly to the asphalt as the rest rose higher, moving to encapsulate the motorcycle and end its rampage before it's wheels every struck the ground again.