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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.

I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.

As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.

I'm in quite a few RP's, the notable few listed below.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past - Something of my mangum opus. Too much to describe here, but I've been in it for four years, resurrected from the Guildfall. I'm a GM.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter - I have a bit of history with joining, overthrowing, and losing RWBY RP's. So far however Heroes of Beacon has lasted over a year. I'm proud to be part of it.

Mass Effect: The face of Injustice An RP lead by Elite Commander. Good guy, good RP.

Deep Ground Online - Another RP by my friend Windel, I'm a Co-GM for this one. It has a bit of history but we're always excited about people interested in it. If you know Accel's World then you would be somewhat familiar with this one. Come check us out sometimes.

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Like I said, Barthen tends to do business down there too since he’s got no problems dealing with some of the shadier sides of the Frontier. Plus considering that he wants to control the market in town, it would be in his interests to make sure money flows through his hands, be it over the counter or under the table.

But even so, Lucilia could sell you some gear too. She’s not beholden to Barthen’s since she’s not a direct competitor, but she still offers goods and services aside from just tavern stuff. And unlike Barthen she has a wider array of weaponry, though they’re of questionable quality and origins.

Also just to be clear, Underhaven is the name of a sort of underground pub/inn underneath the Frontier Town. It’s just sort of also used as a place holder name for the rest of the underground tunnels and homes, though Lucilia’s authority extends to her own place. I think I forgot to mention that.
@The Large Dumbo

Looks good ya me. Post your Cs in the CS tab and get to posting. You’ll be out last guy for a while until I decide to open applications again.

Lucilia possibly, she’s got some business down there running Underhaven, but it’s actually Barthen himself is usually the go between for Underhaven and business for the Frontier Town. Bookie just keeps tabs on the mine and other legitimate businesses.

As for other traders in general not really. The Torag temple does most of the smithing works but there are a few smiths who aren’t really part of the temple but still do most of their crafts there. But they’re more specialized labor stuff like stone masons, jewelers, carpenters, that sort of thing.

A thirty minute walk might not seem that far when you had the leisure of walking thirty minutes, but suddenly that length grew exponentially bigger when you’re being chased by a pair of man eating murder birds. Being in the forest didn’t help Ethan very much either; not only did he have to struggle with getting back onto the dirt path leading out of the forest, but unlike him the bloodhawks had very little trouble navigating between the trees and brush to chase him. After all, this sort of thing was their entire livelihood; not being able to chase prey through the forest would mean their deaths. And unfortunately, it may spell Ethan’s death as well.

For then minutes he ran as fast as he could. He had a bit of a head start but the blood hawks easily managed to catch up with him. Yet despite being able to catch him even as he dashed away, they didn’t go after him immediately, flying off into the air. Perhaps they decided to find easier prey? No, no they did not. Because they stayed nearby, menacing him and even doing flybys around him. And why? Because most people underestimate the brutal cunning of these beasts. They think they’re animals who cannot act beyond their instincts. Rarely do they consider how complex instincts can be.

Shortly after ten minutes of running exhaustion would set in for Ethan. Nonstop full tilt running was not something he was physical prepared for even in his old life. Not even animals can do that, and the Bloodhawks knew this. And their cruel, sick cunning, they were casually threatening Ethan so that he would be exhausted and thus easier to kill. He won’t be able to put up nearly as good of a fight when he was tired, and so far away from help as well. Ethan would feel his bones crack and his blood struggling to provide him the energy to keep going; even his adrenaline was quickly dwindling.

It was about time for the hawks to feed. One flew ahead while the other kept chasing Ethan. When they were in position they both dove towards him. Same thing as they always did; go straight for the eyes and neck, rip and tear. Quick and easy.

Then an arrow impaled one.

Off in the distance standing underneath a tree was a lone girl wearing red armed with a longbow. The birds had spent so much time menacing Ethan they didn’t notice her. The surviving Bloodhawk backed off for a moment to analyze the situation while the lone ranger called out to the young man.



Bookie was still in his books when the young tabaxi woman arrived. He was sipping some tea when she came up to him asking about the iron shipment and offering her services. He set both his book and his teacup down as he sighed sadly. ”Unfortunately it’s out of my hands right now. The mayor is going to hold a counsel tonight about the mines and until then, the mines aren’t open today. We still have plenty of iron to smelt into ingots for your master and to trade, I’m just worried about how long the mines might be shut down. With any luck, I could convince the mayor to just seal off part of the mines so the men can go back to work tomorrow. But until then…” Then Bookie stopped himself and thought about something. He thought long and hard, even opening up one of his personal little booklets to check on something.

”You know… There may be something else we could do. The Black Mines isn’t the only place we could gather iron from. Up the mountains is a cedar forest. I’ve heard that it’s rich in iron sand, but because of the Black Mines no one has ever really bothered to look into it. I haven’t either. But perhaps if you could head to the cedar forest and find enough samples of iron sand at different locations before the meeting tonight, perhaps I could convince the mayor of expanding the mining operations up the mountain. This way we’ll still continue to produce iron even if we have to close the mines.”

Bookie took out a small map of the local area around the Frontier Town. It was crudely made considering that much of the Frontier was still being explored, but Bookie knew enough to at least be able to give Shem’et directions. He pointed towards the two small islands that represent the Frontier Town, then dragged his finger along a specific route leading up to appeared to be a small lake or pond. ”If you follow this path, you should come across a lot of dry creek and river beds from when water used to flow down the mountains. These should have some traces of iron sand, possibly a rich deposit! Bring me at least say…” Bookie reached into his pockets and took out a small pouch big enough to fill an apple. ”Say, five bags of iron sand, preferably from different locations along the mountain. That should be enough to show the mayor that it’d be a worthwhile endeavor to set up mining operations there while the Black Mines are still being looked into.”


Livia | Katherine

”The Frontier has been known to hide many secrets and discoveries people find fascinating. But what I think is even more impressive is how those very things often come to us.” Maeda says with a smile, yet her eyes weren’t directly focused on Livia. No, instead it seemed to drift a little bit more towards the entrance, where suddenly another made an appearance: Katherine. While Maeda was a strange sight to behold for obvious reasons, even the arachne was curious about this strange newcomer who appeared to initially have celestial heritage, which was a rare enough thing to find in this world. But her thing blade spadetail also spoke of fiendish ancestry. A duality of heavenly and hellish matrimony was almost… Deliciously storybook.

Seeing that she had some new guests Maeda extended her hands outwards so that the two could see and follow her. ”I see that I have guests today! Why don’t we speak in my office? Much roomier. We can discuss whatever business or introductions there.” As Maeda walked pass Katherine she bowed her head a little. ”Greetings, my name is Maeda, I’m a school teacher here. If you’ve business with me, please, meet me at my office! If your need privacy, I’d have to ask you to wait outside as I speak to this fine young lady here. She found me first after all.”



Antaeus’ investigation of the tracks were unfortunately sparse. Even as he carefully observed the tracks, all he could tell was that there were multiple animals doing something here before they went their separate ways. Whatever happened here involved a lot of movement, as none of the tracks were clear and solid; it was as if they had dragged their feet across the ground for some reason or another. Perhaps it was the White Stag and a few other doe rutting. Would be the right time for that. Perhaps the Stag had fought off some predators or rivals. Certainly seems violent enough. But alas, mere speculation. Nothing else Antaeus could gleam from this.

It has been roughly twenty minutes since he had first cast his Pass Without Trace spell. He spent most of that time stealthy moving through the forest, ensuring that no predators spots him, but drastically cutting into his time limit since he was also slowly following the White Stag’s trail. And while he hasn’t lost the trail per say, he would need to quickly figure out which way the Stag went from here. Not to mention he was now out in the open; even with his spell hiding his tracks with no cover Antaeus was almost literally a sitting duck. He should make his decisions quickly: a hero shouldn’t hesitate.



”Haha! Enthusiasm! I like it. First go put those books back where you got them. After that, meet me at the garrison so I can see what you’re capable of, physically speaking. Depending on how well you handle things from there we’ll either do some fitness and conditioning, just to hone your strength, and then maybe we’ll get right into drills and practices!” The dwarf says energetically. She would go off towards the garrison to prepare to Kael’s training as he would go to put the books away. But while he does so, he would notice a presence that was…. Watchful.

Standing near the altar resting for a moment was perhaps the biggest dwarf Kael would have ever seen; one would think a dwarf would be a squat and burly figure, and this dwarf was certainly burly, but he was also nearly seven feet tall. He was like a dwarf but enchanted with an enlarge person spell. His skin was dark like coal, and his hair was equally charred though carefully braided and tied up, practical since he was obviously a smith of some sort. He said nothing to Kael but watching him, but before the young man could approach one of the priests arrived and whispered something into his ear. The large dwarf then left to go back to his business.

@The Large Dumbo

Sure why not. I think after you I'll be closing applications for a while and go with the group I got on hand. Anyways read up my rules, character sheets, etc, and post a CS here when you're done. If you got any questions feel free to ask.
With the slime easily dispatched Orchid let out a sigh and looked to the other goblins. They didn't seem any worse for wear. Orchid went to help up the first goblin who got attacked by the slime. He was unharmed but Orchid still needed to make sure he was in fighting condition. "Aight get back together. Torches, behind us." Orchid stepped back to her position, locking her shield with her fellow goblins. "I hear fightin' on nearby. Let's go see what dat's about, but I got a place in mind I want us to check first. Remember watch fer traps. Spears pokin the ground. Torches, I want ya to keep yer eyes on da walls an ceiling. Dey might drop on us anytime." Orchid had them move across the open way to reach the other side of the wall (C7) since she figured it would be easier for her to reach the campsite she and the other lizard were at if they just went straight there.


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At Maeda's school house, finding the teacher was easy; there was only one long hall, with a few shelves where the children stored their own belongings in named holes. Next was the classroom where Maeda was showing the students a map of the Frontier, using illusion magic to create a large translucent map for them to see. "Here children, the Frontier Town is in the Grandall Empire. The town pays taxes to the empire yearly in order to maintain support and supplies from outside of the town. That being said, because we're so far away from other towns or cities, the Grandall Empire doesn't really have many soldiers or people here in the Frontier Town." Maeda waved her hand at the illusion to zoom in over the town itself. "That's because of these great mountains that separate our town from the rest of the empire. It took many brave people to cross these mountains and build a road up to here, but because no one knows what's on the other side of the mountains, no one from the Empire wants to move here. But thanks to the mayor and people like your parents, we now have a nice little town here, and when you grow up to be rich and successful people, you could help make this town even better." Maeda said with a motherly tone which made many of the students start asking questions. She took them all in stride, answering ones that were actually important but also indulging in their childlike curiosity.

One of the children, a dwarf from the looks of it due to his notable beard, asked about the monsters around the Frontier. This was when Maeda looked a bit mournful as she changed the illusion to show off various "monsters" around the Frontier Town. The first appeared to be a troll; it was a sickly green looking creature with long, gnarled claws, messy hair, and clothed with only a single loin cloth. The next creature was a some sort of hag; she had hair like seaweed, fingers that curled into talons, and a sickly looking demeanor. And lastly, there was the rotting form of a zombie, armed in the ruined armor of the local militia and wielding a longsword. "There are many monsters out here in the Frontier. One of the most dangerous monsters are trolls; these large, green giants are very strong and like to eat people like you and me. Worse, even when you attack them, they can quickly heal their wounds. However you can beat them if you use something like fire. Then there are the hags, evil witches who live in the forest. They use evil magic to corrupt the animals and spirits around the Frontier, or can even use their magic on you! They take children like you so they can eat or use for their dark rituals. Which is why you shouldn't go into the forests by yourself; they're always watching and waiting to snatch little children up!" This got a terrified cry from the students as Maeda motioned for them to calm down. With a hint of magic.

Finally there was the last creature who one of the students asked about, correctly guessing it to be an undead. "Indeed, this is an undead. This one is specifically a zombie, a type of undead who still has flesh and bones. Undead are created by necromancers, people who use magic to control life and death, often to torment and attack people. But Undead are also created when a dead body isn't properly buried. When someone dies in this world and they aren't given a proper burial or cremation, there's a chance that their bodies will come back as a zombie, attacking anyone nearby. Because of how dangerous the Frontier Town is, a lot of people have died before we could get a chance to bury them. Some of those people were folks who lived in these lands long before we came here, but who's bodies still roam. That's why we have the paladins of Pharasma here in the Frontier Town to help tend to the people who died, and to fight the undead."

The children had many more questions, and once Maeda answered them she dismissed the children to go eat lunch. Next she lesson was going to be about geography and the lands around the Frontier Town. It was only after class was over that Maeda noticed Livia. Dismissing the illusion the arachne adjusted her glasses and bowed her head. "Greetings! I'm sorry for not noticing you at first, my name is Maeda, I'm a teacher here in the Frontier Town. You look a bit too old to be one of my regular students, but a bit too young to be a mother. How can I help you?"



The young man chose subtly to escape the hawks. He sneaked on pass them, and for a while it seemed to work. They were so busy engrossing themselves in their meal that they likely wouldn't have paid him too much mind even if he didn't try to be sneaky. However there was only one problem; these they were relatively small creatures themselves, they had quite an appetite and were far too efficient in tearing apart the fox carcass. There was nothing left but fluff and bones by the time they finished eating the unfortunate creature, literally seconds after Ethan was only ten feet ahead of them on the path towards the village. They raised their heads and looked around, then suddenly their eyes were on Ethan.

If he ran now, he might be able to outrun them. Perhaps if he ran somewhere deeper in the forest, he could hide from them again. But surely, these were only two birds. Perhaps he could defeat them using a stick or even his bare hands. How hard could these two bloodied birds of prey be?



The dwarf chuckled. "You know you could just ask for my name? I'm Ashley Blacksteel." The dwarf smirked and hefted her hammer onto her shoulder. She seemed a bit curious when Kael mentioned he was looking for his father, but then he changed the subject about the temple so she spoke about that instead. "Ah, a squire or initiate? I know we've got a lot of paladins and knight errant types who came to the Frontier to experience fighting evil or some such. Unfortunately, this temple is focused more on Torag's services and practices, namely in industry and smithing. Now don't quote me on this, but I'm sure we can still accept paladins so long as they follow Torag's teachings and uphold his ethics, as well as have the abilities of a paladin. Buts as for training to become a paladin here?" The dwarf scratched her chin.

"Well I suppose you could learn Torag's teachings and the spirituality here. As well as a way around the anvil. Maybe even a little magic. But as for the physical, martial training, you'll have to work with the garrison for that. I'm the only martially trained member of the temple here and well... I'm still sharpening up my skills at the Garrison myself." However instead of seeming meek about it, the young woman puffed out her chest and pounded her chest with a closed fist. "That being said, I'm arguably the best trainee at the garrison. Stick with me and you'll be a paladin in no time. Consider me your senior."



Reaching the Salt Lake took some time, but soon enough Antaeus had arrived, following the trail left behind by the White Stag. The Salt Lake, sure enough, was devoid of much plant life around it; not even algae grew in the high sodium content waters. The trees ended near the shoreline, but fortunately for Antaeus there was still some sort of a trail to follow; deer tracks. While it was almost impossibly to see which one was the White Stag and which one might've belong to another stag or deer, he would at least know that the trail continues through the lake. Perhaps the Stag wasn't alone. Or maybe more deer simply followed after him. But aside from the trail, there wasn't much else for Antaeus to see even as he actively looked.

There was the salt lake, vast as it was, and in the distance he could vaguely make out the stream that brought the sediment and water into the lake. The ground here was somewhat rocky, not so much that footing would be poor, but rocky enough that he could pick up a sizable stone. Nothing he wasn't unaccustomed to working in the mines. And as far as threats, none that he could see from his hidden vantage point. If there was one double-edge sword when it came to the salt lake's lack of vegetation around it, it was that the lack of cover for prey also meant a lack of cover for predators. If Antaeus would go out alone he would have no where to hide, but anything that would try to come after him would have to either be moving very fast, or reveal themselves before they could get the jump on the young man.

If he had focused back onto the potential trail of the White Stag, he would notice that the foot prints become more erratic somewhere in between the forest edge and towards the lake. He couldn't discern much more aside from that where he was standing, so now Antaeus needed to make another decision; continue on the stag's trail, trying to investigate and follow where it went, or give up on this hunt and find easier prey. The choice was his.



The young half-orc nodded towards Katherine. "Name's Katalmach. Guess I'd be seein ye around, lady." And so the two parted ways. The orc named Katalmach headed off towards the town gate to leave towards the forest while Katherine made her way to the Drunken Dragon. Finding it would be easy enough; their business board depicted a large winged dragon pouring ale down it's maw from a large wooden barrel. As she entered the Drunken Dragon was certainly not as classy as some city taverns, but it had a certain rustic charm, fitting considering that the owner was a halfling with a half-elf helping with designs. It felt less like a tavern and more like someone's living space, albeit with a much larger common area with an excess of tables and furniture. The bar keep, Sips, initially seemed rather ornery for some reason but immediately brighten up when Katherine ordered some rum. Using a rolling pin he had on hand he easily grabs a clean mug that was above him and filled it with the current rum on tap.

"Seigbrau, the rum of victory. That'll be seven coppers. As for a local guide, I suppose you could always head up to the garrison and look for one of the hunters. They have a good lay of the land, though it's not usually their business to guide newcomers. Maeda is the local teacher and is pretty knowledgeable of the area around town. You seem like a smart lassie, bet you're into magic and the like too. Maeda would definitely help you there if she's not busy with her students. Let's see... Ah, there's Dormic. An odd fellow, for a human at least, but he's got some sort of druidic attunement to the land or something. Whatever his deal is, he'll know his way around and unlike the first two, he has much more free time. I think I saw him leading the last group of visitors towards Town Hall. I suppose you could try to talk to his friend Ntaj too but... Well, poor lad, he's a bit slow in the head. But he definitely knows his way around the wilderness and between the two, Ntaj could probably fight off a bear if all you need is someone to protect you. He's right over there if you wanna chat with him."

Sips pointed towards the strange looking man sitting on the stage. The term man being used loosely here, as Ntaj appeared to be a bipedal, anthropomorphic turtle. He was just sitting on stage fiddling with a complex looking string instrument. None of the other patrons were paying him any mind as he was repairing his tool, and shortly after he finished he started playing a song, kicking his feet against the stage to provide some sort of percussion. Someone must have asked him to play a song because shortly after he started two men stood up and walked to a table, ripping off their tattered shirts to have a very intense card game. There was a lot of shouting of names and what may or may not be spells of some druidic nature. People shouting about lightning bolts, dual color lands, and accusations of mana weaving. It was very passionate.



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