Natsucooldude

A sea most sunless

@Zendrelaxgood to hear, delicious friend. Tell your comrades to come too

Overlord: A new Generation

Wolfram heard his siblings bickering about who to blame. It did not interest him. TO him, there was a different priority, getting it all back. "Just let gnarls searché He simply said as he marched into the pool. Sure, on some level he had heard Oya's long-winded speech about their own responsibility in the matter, but hell if he was going to concede he was to blame partially. "Almost good they stole it... gives us a reason to go and show them we"re as good at this as our father has been."

A sea most sunless

Once upon a time, an empress' consort fell sick. Despite the efforts of the best doctors, nothing could stave off the cold hand of death,Until something from far away proposed a deal. The city, for her consort's life. It was that day that london was taken by bats, and fell to far below the ground.

Now, london stands, a vestige of past glory in the vast darkness of the neath. It is not this city of a hundred stories that we will focus on today though. Instead, we will look at the vast expanse of dark waters known as the unterzee. Despite the dangers, many people live on the islands here, and where there is people, there is oppurtunity. And also danger.

Now... will you come on this trip to a sunless sea?

OOC in plain language

I was just playing sunless sea recently when I noticed its format would lend itself well to a roleplay. I, the GM, will obviously captain the ship. It is expected all players will play officers of some description on the ship

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

CLANK!

The sound of metal striking metal rang through the hangar. The technicians working on the Little Dragon were surprised, looking up to see that Stein hit the NC's head with a wrench. A short pause, then they began quietly returning to work, making sure bolts were as tight as possible, wires were functioning properly, and sensor readings were reasonable.

Jan turned his head to the resounding noise. It didn't sound like an accident, there was too much purpose behind the strike for that. "Ey! what's the big idea there! Isn't this place supposed to be for fixing NCs?" He took a closer look at what appeared to be the NCs pilot.

The girl was blonde-haired and looked not in the best of moods as her free hand rose up calmly to her goggles, pushing them completely off her head and grabbing them in a single motion as she clipped them to her belt. As she did this, there was a weight to her expression; an expression that had gone irritated to full stone-cold abhorrence. The yells from the engineers below were only shot back with glares— glares that reminded them of their own commander, Sophia. That was before Jan’s own comment was directed at her.

The girl stood up, dusting off her jumpsuit.

She remarked a comment under her breath though due to the distance between her and Jan it was hard to make out if at all. It was then that this female of which he had not recognized yet moved down from her position and towards the hangar floor.

“I don’t know who you are or who you think you are, but this is not the time.” The blonde-haired woman stated blankly as she crossed her arms as she did so.

"Well excuse me miss, I didn't know you followed the percussive maintenance school of engineering." Jan snarked at her. He wasn't one to drop an issue with someone he didn't like, and the first impression he got from this lady was rather bad.

“I don’t have the patience for fools so eager to show off their wit.”

"Well miss, you'll have to learn to deal with it, because I handle that kind of atittude with snarking."

Her brows narrowed, “Will I? Then I suppose you will have to deal with my wrench cracking your skull as well, that is if you want to keep this up when I am in... this sort of mood.”

"You want to go? I'm always up for a tussle to get rid of bad blood. Don't even care that you're a woma—"

The sentence seemed to be cut short as her rage got the better of her as she swung her knee upwards, attempting a strike into his stomach.

The strike got Jan flat-footed, He exhaled heavily as the strike pushed the air out of his lungs. He stumbled backwards "Heh, right then, come at me!" He stood ready to react now.

“Tch.” The blonde-haired woman rose her hands in a military stance; one Jan recognized— one used by Volkov military.

As soon as the Lead Engineer sensed what was going on, he quickly stepped backwards a bit and scanned the situation. He was an older man, sure, but he could analyze nearly anything like no one else. Though it was hard to say if he would react in-time to end the dispute before it got any worse. He cleared his mind of any doubt before doing his plot. Surprisingly quickly (mostly, due to adrenaline), he got in between the two combatants and yelled for them to stop.

"This is ridiculous! You're both adults, stop waving your genitals around-", As he paused, for emphasis, he slammed down his foot; a quick stomp on the ground to get things under control. "-and apologize to each other for this stupidity! Damn, you pluggers might be the only people who can handle actually interfacing with an NC, but that doesn't give you the right to act like animals."

Jan took one look at the engineer. The man's shouting had gotten him out of his adrenaline-fueled stupor. "Heh... guess you're right. Though... nevermind." He walked away from the lady, chuckling at the speed at which things escalated. "Let's hope we can at least not have a repeat of this while we're plugged in. I don't think anyone would like that."

The woman’s adrenaline seemed to calm down as well but her demeanor still seemed rather icy even after the fact. “Speaking of apologies, engineer. Where is mine?”

"What? ... Your apology for what? What did I do?"

“Wasting my time. I believe around the time you referred to me and the other as ‘people-machines’.”

"Fine. But, I still think you-.. The both of you could grow up a little."

She turned back to Jan, “As for you, I hope your piloting skills are better than your wit.”

Jan glared back to the lady. "Wanna make a bodycount competition out of this?" he chuckled at the slightly morbid suggestion.

“Overall or NC's? This year or all-time?”

"NC's of course, you think I'd bother counting chaff like normal infantry? And starting from here on out."

“Heh. You’re interesting.”

"It's good you two are getting along...", the Lead Engineer mumbled under his breath. Situation apparently defused, he quickly returned to work. "In any case... the Little Dragon's repairs should be nearly complete... Also... It's getting close to briefing time, you two. About 50 minutes from now. Plenty of time to do some final things, but don't be late. Sophia'll have your ass."

NCQuest: Favors for Favors (Taking new players)

Jan had silently followed along with the tour. The base seemed to be quite an adequate accommodation. To his dismay however, it seemed the other pilots were quite a close knit group. He just wanted to make sure they tolerated his presence. After all, he would depend on them out in the field.

It was when he came upon the hangar that he had an idea for a conversation piece. All of them were NC pilots, and it was likely easy to get them gushing about their NCs. It seemed of the group, only Verona was currently anywhere nearby, apparently running a full system diagnostic. He walked up to the foot of the machine, noting the rather large amount of launchers attached to it. “A preference for rockets I see!” He shouted up to the cockpit. “Can't blame you, firing and forgetting has a certain charm to it. I myself prefer to get up close and personal.”

He looked over to his own NC. Goldenspur had seen quite a lot of combat in its life. He quite remembered the day when it was basically a bunch of metal scrap held together by stubbornness and duct tape. It had come quite a long way since then. The hussar wings gleamed in the white light of the hangar. “Read about some ancient warriors named winged hussars in a history book once. Scary people, routed entire armies with their daring charges.” The decals had cost him a fortune, but it quite helped to have a touch of glamour to one's rig as a mercenary. It quite helped to make a positive first impression on potential employers. “Decided to take after them purely on a whim... It worked out seeing as I'm still standing here.”

All this looking around the hangar made him notice one more thing... there was an NC here that didn't belong to anyone he knew of right now. And it was being piloted by someone he hadn't yet been introduced to at all.

Undertale: A tale of Seven Souls

@AquaAzura

Err... it's been almost a week now... where are you?

Overlord: A new Generation

@Belwicketdidn't we already exceed the deadline for posting? I though you said posts had to be before the third.

[Dragon Tales Group] Newcomers' Journeys

Rasputin was quite surprised by the fact Dianna was still flying. He was pretty sure her tail getting caught and crushed like that would at the very least impede her ability to fly straight. Nevertheless, his onslaught seemed effective enough. However, in the distance, he now saw light. It wouldn't be long until they reached the end of the tunnel, and with it, the end of his advantageous position. He himself was getting tired too.He had to stop this dragon dead in her tracks here and now.

He gathered all his remaining strength. The darkness twisted and contored, and a set of wicked knives flew at diana. Evidently, they weren't aimed well, as they sailed right past her and planted themselves up to the hilt in the stone tunnel walls. Quality was not the goal here though. That was quantity. More daggers formed in the darkness and hurled themselves at the dragons. Way too many to reasonably dodge. WIth his strength finally failing him, Rasputin used the last few shreds of shadow remaining to propel himself back into his car. He could only hope the storm of daggers would be enough to finally get that dragon off his back.

Plague-Hunters 2

Jonathan

Name: Jonathan of Gulderland.
Nicknames:The Hunting-Prince
Race: Pure Human
Age: 24
Appearance: Jonathan is a man of noble descent, and it shows despite the rough lifestyle of a hunter. He has a preference for garishly colored clothing not at all fit for camouflage. Not that such is of any particular importance to him. He has black hair and green eyes. Standing at 1M 80, his toned muscles and healthy complexion suggest a life of plenty tempered in a strict regime of training.
Biography: Born into the leading noble family of the little-known Kiruthian province of Gulderland, Jonathan has always regarded the relative indifference of his family towards the Sickened plaguing the land as a blemish on the family name. Despite insistence to the contrary, he dedicated himself to becoming a paragon of the noble cavalier's fighting style. When he came of age, he marched off towards the newest recorded infestation in defiance of his father's express orders to stand down.

Personality: A confident and motivated individual if anything, Jonathan regards himself as a champion of strength and justice in a world ravaged by evil monstrosities. His bravado can be somewhat juxtaposed with his naïvete. In his mind, the just are destined to win over evil. No matter how monstrous or frigthening said evil is. He can appear rather aloof, even indifferent to commoners and peasants, but he can be a loyal companion to those he deems an equal.
Strengths: As the son of a nobleman, it is only natural that Jonathan was trained by the best martial instructors money could buy. His strict training has forged him into the ideal cavalier that every horse-riding warrior aspires to be... On paper. Of course, most of what he was taught was for against other humanoids, so it will not necessarily extend to the horrific monstrosities he's trying to crack down on.
Weaknesses: Despite his extensive martial knowledge, Jonathan has quite neglected to learn martial applications of magic. His knowledge of magic can only be considered the bare minimuim to qualify as a hunter. He does know how to use magical items when their function is explained, but asking him to work such things out for himself is quite stretching the limits of his knowledge
Weapons: Whiplance: At first glance, this lance appears to be the usual decorated instrument of efficient manslaugther. With a tip sharp enough to pierce infested flesh as readily as plate mail. WIth a simple flick of the wielders wrist however, its metal shaft splits apart into a chain of small, razor-sharp segments, each of which are jagged and sharp enough to strip the flesh from the average man's bones in but a single stroke. A smart warrior has a backup weapon of course, and for this purpose he carries a cavalry saber and pistol with him.
Vitae Spells: Stark focus: A relatively simple spell manipulating te caster's senses. The spell acts only for a few moments, but in those moments, the affected caster perceives the world faster than a normal mind could be able to proccess. In this moment of sheer purpose, nothing can flinch them from whatever action they have commited themselves to, be it charging down a gibbering monstrosity or trying to bandage up a profusely bleeding wound.
Exicus Runes: Turn Familiar
Familiar details: Jonathan's familliar is his trusty warhorse, linda. She was chosen almost immediately after Jonathan learned about the necessity of a familiar. She is a beast bred for war. Trained to follow her rider's orders. The familiar bond between her and Jonathan only strengthened their ability to coördinate as rider and mount. Of course, she is wreathed in the best armor money can buy, much like her rider.
Additional Notes: UNfortunately, despite the best efforts of the castle's chefs... he simply does not like spaghetti.

Memepires: Age of Grimdankness (Parody NPR of Epic Stupidity)

@PolishKingnieeeee! no anschluss plz!