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Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

Cool I'll wait on all you guys then~

The Gift of the Gods

Good looking character sheet Key!

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

With the Northern King

The High Priest smiled and made a fluid gesturing bow, the danger swirling in the vial, seeping an awful kind of discolored light. With a slip of his hand, he snatched up back up and hid it away in his robes once more. His perfect, dangerous grin, that seemed too large and with too much teeth, like a snake grinning in a pleased sort of irritated way. So full of contradictions. Someone you should feel comforted by was more dangerous than any general. Superstitious? He might be a servant of the Gods, but a gust of wind and a few lights going out was no sign. The Priest could practically hear his dry voice dripping with disbelief in his own thoughts.

"Of course, it was only a mere suggestion," he said instead, bowing deeply, "By the will of the Gods, I trust your judgment as ever, My King." He would have to do some studying into these supposed signs. Jorundr's sacred flames put out? Ingvil's powers entered the great God's sanctuary? What did these signs truly mean, for surely they were not in favor of this Southern Queen brat! It must mean something else! That little dark-hair she-cub would have to be dealt with, but it seemed he would not get the King's favor in the matter. Then perhaps...a more delicate operations? An accident, shall we say? Then the vixen's death wouldn't weigh on his good King's mind. Yes, he'd have to look into this more.

The lights were once more lit and the High Priest was smiling as any charming snake of his caliber would. "You wish to bring bother Generals together, My King?" there was a bit of disbelief in his voice, "Do you not think that is a bit... unwise? Two wolves in a cage will only bring blood, after all." He fidgeted in his unrest. "If your intentions are peace, why bring a man of war?" he implored, before checking himself, bowing slightly, "But whatever His Highness wishes, it shall be so." Following the King from the chamber, he almost grimaced to himself. He must be patient, patient, wait for the right moment. Then, by his own hand, he could end the senseless War of Ages. Patience...patience is key...

The Southern Queen Traveling, 18 Days From the Meeting Place

"So was it all you had hoped?" The dry voice of her mother was dripping with disapproval. "Look at you, covered head to toe in red dust like a common maiden asking for true love, of all things."

"Mother, it will wash out before we meet this wondrous Bear King," she said, her own voice laced with frustration as she scrubbed at her thick long dark hair, "It isn't as if you hadn't done the same thing before meeting Father."

"Young lady, I chose your Father with help from the Goddesses," her mother shot right back, helping her daughter wash out the red powder from the ritual she had secretly preformed, "You do not have such a luxury. And how you ever got the General to stand by and let you do such a foolish thing, I'll never know."

"It was odd though," Ashamaria murmured a bit dreamily, "That summer storm danced right over us, and even when we were outside that tiny flame never went out. What do you think-" She looked up at her mother, who was glaring at her with a raised brow. Right. Wrong person to be asking. Perhaps Fonfira... No. The General was not one for romantic nonsense. But the flame hadn't gone out. Which meant her Soul's Pair was still in the threads of her future. Too bad she couldn't see into the future. If anything now she felt more nervous and apprehensive to this whole marriage.

"I want you to be spotless by the time we get there, do you hear me?" her mother's icy disapproval dampened the mystic dreaminess she still had from preforming the ceremony, "I won't have your future husband thinking your some Rskalarn child who dances about in red dye with Heart Flame Moon Maidens!" Her mother opened the curtain to her caravan and left, leaving Ashamaira to star down into the large bowl of red water.

"Well that went well," a familiar snarky amused voice scoffed from behind her. Turning her head, her dark eyes found the petite yet intimidating General Fonfira who slumped down on the sitting cushions, a bowl of sliced fruits resting on her stomach. "Though I do agree with her somewhat," she muttered, slipping a slice of pineapple into her mouth.

"What do you agree with exactly?" Ashamaria went back to scrubbing her hair, her voice trying so hard to keep from wavering with worry.

"You performed the Ceremony, but what good is it?" the General mused, "If anything now you'll just be even more miserable, pining away like some locked up pansy from a Northern fairy tale." The older woman tried softening her tone. "You can't escape this, you know," she said gently, "Your mother will find some way to get you and this King bonded. For the good of both kingdoms."

"I know that."

"So why'd you do it?" the General lurched forward in her seat, putting aside her bowl of sweets, "Why do that to yourself, kiddo? A tiny flame of hope? Like some knight who will whisk you away from all your troubles? This is reality! Things like that don't happen. Ever!"

"I know that!" she shouted, her dark eyed narrowed and zeroed in on her best friend, before relaxing with a wavered sigh, "I just...wanted to feel free...Free to love some unknown man without feeling trapped in by it. I just...wanted to dream a bit...Just a little... I'll marry the Northern King. For the good of the people. To stop the killing." Her hands stopped scrubbing and she looked into the deep red water. "Even if he's some giant monster of a man, old as the mountains and crude and vulgar as a troll... I'd do anything to stop a senseless war and save my people's future from such a bloodstained fate. I'd marry a dragon if that's what it took." She started to scrub her hair again. "But I just wanted to fee normal and free from once. Even if it twisted me inside like a knife afterwards." She smiled up at Fonfira. "Childish, isn't it?"

The female general stared at her for a moment. Then she sat back slowly and let out a long sigh before shrugging. "Yeah, a little," she picked up another slice of fruit and looked at it, "but... You'll be a good ruler, Serigal. More than you know." Ashamaria smiled at the small endearment her older friend used and went back to scrubbing her hair as their caravans wound through the desert.

Katawa Shoujo: School for the Disabled REBOOT

I had something but I think I want to go in a different direction

The Gift of the Gods

Sturmgewehr said
That's actually a good idea. It crossed my mind too honestly. If the GM is okay with it and dosen't consider it too OP then it's perfect.

Maybe you could couple that with something like "a creeping cloud of pain, slithering over its target, enveloping them in agony, every tendril of its touch pure piercing pain." Then it wouldn't be too op because the opponent could see it.

As for the gold, maybe it's like an alchemy thing, where if it's lead you can turn it to gold. Of maybe it's just an illusion. When I was about to make a Dardar character, the power I had in mind was just a sort of selective illusion. The illusion of riches only created when you where within a yard of the character and focusing on the glittering gold.

X-Men: The Divided

Was waiting for her midnight colored fuzball to reply to a pm buuuut yeah... BAMF lol

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The Gift of the Gods

It was quiet where she was. She liked quiet places. Even if she had left her home on purpose, she was still a creature of habit. Her only companions were those that did not chatter and the places she slept at night, if she slept at all, where isolate and quiet. Being a giant, even if she had grown up shorter than most her kind due to malnourishment, she was a massive woman. Towering over other creatures, even looming over orcs, her kind was known to be tough. And she certainly looked the part, in her foreign sleek armor, enriched in a language forgotten and lost, save the Winterlands of her birth. The one good thing in living where time had stood still, arts considered forgotten where common knowledge to her.

Short dark hair, sharp dark eyes, everything about her would shriek out danger to creatures smaller than her, like rabbits fearing horses. Perhaps it won't eat you, but it could crush you to death with ease. Yet she was not all that she seemed. Silently she raised her hand and her companions flittered over to her. An ugly one-eyed raven and a scarred mute fairy. The pale little light hugged her thumb as the hideous bird tilted its head from side to side. A half smile crossed her sculpted features. While Giant-kind had skin like stone, their bone structure was sharp and sturdy. An Elf might call her mannish even. But what was beauty of the face, when you could have so many other kinds trapped within your memory? Beauty of history, art, music, and design. The Beauty of Technology, something you could do with your hands. Even giant hands like hers.

She had come so far in just a couple of years. Catching herself up for a hundred years lost to her people's culture and she had managed it in a few years! Nearly impossible! But not for her. For when it came to following the changes, guessing at advances in objects and structures, she always had excelled. But people and socializing where another matter completely. It was there that she was not so delicate and well learned. Most didn't even get close to just because of intimidation. The few that did were deterred by her almost barbaric mannerisms. Gulping down meats like wine and munching on bones like they were nuts and seeds. But she was not so animalistic. Meat was life to her. It helped her grow strong, stronger than she had ever felt before. And she never ate it all. Just as much as she needed. And the only bone she ever ate was that of animals, and only because she needed to. Without it her bones would become weak, or so she had been told anyway. Perhaps that had just been the starvation of her kind, having their children eat anything they could get their hands on.

"Jar," her deep but soft sultry voice was like the subtle shift in the night wind, "Circle about and check to make sure we are isolated." The raven clacked its beak and took off. The giantess put the fairy up closer to her face. "You have had enough to eat, Little One? You are warm enough?" She spoke in a whisper, as quiet as she could, so she wouldn't hurt her tiny friend. Little Tin nodded and flittered up to her favorite resting place right on Shoma's head. Once Jar circled back and caw once, she knew that they were well hidden and safe. Not close to any town, nor near any civilized creature. They would not be disturbed here.

Crossing her thick arms over her cliffside chest, she nestled back into the velvet of the rock behind her back. She needed no fire, for her blood was like rushing liquid flame. She need not pillow, for her rock hard head felt at home against the stone of their hidden cave. And she only needed a few hours sleep. Giant-kind, raised in absolute starvation in the most barbaric of conditions. The earth was a part of her and she a part of it. Kin. Sister. As if the Gods themselves had carved her kind from mountain stone, just like in the old tales. Comfort was nature itself. It was war and confliction that were the stinging prick of displacement and source of discomfort to her peaceful nature. And as sleep took over, the mists of the Dream Realm slipped slightly open to her.

A man, human, who stood taller than any giant and shone brighter than any star. He stood victorious, his light defeating the darkness. And he wielded a blade of her craftsmanship, his armor of her design and his shield stronger than any other embedded with her insignia. This human warrior, adorning her majestic craftsmanship, advanced compare to his foes. She made him the tools he used to defend and defeat. And the sense of pride and joy of all that his victorious light touched swelled within her. Greatness! Defeat of Darkness! Victory over the Cruel and Unjust! Justice for that of future Peace! The tools that aided him designed, crafted and advance by her! Masterpieces, each and every one!

It was a dream unlike any other, so powerful, so moving, so real. Like something was calling to her from far, far away...

The Gift of the Gods

Ah that was me! Sorry, I like to be safe *shrugs with a grin* Ya know~

And yay! Thanks Bossman! Sweeeeet!

EDIT: Sorry, it's a bit long. I get kind of carried away sometimes haha~

Krolori: Civility and Barbarianism (OOC)

I guess so *sighs* I am just not very good at being a GM.

X-Men: The Divided

Gottcha~ Then I'll just keep put.