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The island of Shizuyama has always resisted the yokai.
While the rest of Zipangu placated or even worshipped the monsters, the people of Shizuyama defied them. Our ancestors drove the yokai off the island many ages ago and established a haven for humans to live in, a land to call their own without the presence of a monster looming over them, a home where they could truly be free.
This had been so for Shizuyama since time immemorial, even after The Great Change. Even when alliances shifted and the lands around them remade, the island stood by its traditions. Unwavering and unbreakable.
But now, a fleet of war sails from the horizon. And with them, a challenge that will shake the traditions that Shizuyama holds dear.
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Hello again, Roleplayer Guild! I am once again starting a monster girl roleplay set in Kenkou Cross' (in)famous series, Monster Girl Enyclopedia. Specifically, this concerns an anti-monster island in Zipangu (MGE Japan) about to be invaded by its supposed allies.
However, the players are not expected to be locals of Shizuyama. Instead, their characters would be part of a taskforce recruited by a powerful Inari yokai tasked with investigating as to why these anti-monster humans are fighting each other. More details can be found below.
Ruled by Clan Oja, the island of Shizuyama is one of the few islands in Zipangu that wholly rejects yokai. Ever since its founding, Shizuyama boasts of having no yokai step onto its land for thousands of years. Known for specializing in repelling yokai and monsters, Shizuyama upholds these traditions by training its most talented and skilled people into effective anti-monster agents who will then be lent out to any allies that need such services.
After the Great Change, however, these agents' effectiveness had waned considerably. Even so, Shizuyama still has their reputation and no yokai had stepped foot on the island even today.
As an anti-monster faction, Clan Oja and Shizuyama has maintained relations with The Order, a religious organization spanning most of humanity that also rejects monsters, for many generations. But recently, The Order and its members are embroiled in a decade-long war with a breakaway human kingdom known as Ortus and their pure Dwarven allies.
Representatives from Varjo, a dark and wicked kingdom but still a member of The Order, had been making frequent visits to Shizuyama as of late. Lady Kyouko, an Inari yokai who is oddly fixated on Shizuyama after establishing herself on a village, has grown very worried at this prospect and has hastily put together a team to investigate the reasons for these visits.
And time is of the essence, for the Varjan representatives this time had now come with a large fleet armed for war.
1.5) *gasp* Wait, wait, hear me out here! I know the setting is best known for its escapist pornography but this RP will be less about the smex and more about the Varjan invasion of Shizuyama, an anti-monster island in Zipangu. There will also be some changes like the intensity of Demonic Energy and the state of affairs within the Order.
*Let me know if that still isn't allowed, okay?
1.5a) Why did that guy gasp? What's Monster Girl Encyclopedia? It is a setting created by Kenkou Cross where all the generic RPG monsters got turned into humanoid(-ish) females by a set of circumstances detailed below:
In a world created by a god named Chief God, humans and monsters battle each other in an endless war.
The monsters are controlled by a Demon Lord who Chief God controls so he doesn't have to micro everything.
When the humans become too many, Chief God orders Demon Lord to whip monsters into a frenzy against the humans, resulting in the end of human dominance.
Once that is done and the monsters become numerous as a result, Chief God blesses a human into a Hero who slays the Demon Lord. The monsters then battle each other on who gets to be the next Demon Lord, resulting in the end of monster dominance.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
But everything changed when the Succubus faction attacked.
One Succubus decided that the cycle sucks and became a Demon Lord. Though not through strength but through gathering allies who are also tired of the cycle.
The Succubus also gains the support of the Hero sent to stop her. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
With their powers combined, they repel the Chief God who tried to kill them herself.
The Demon Lord turns all monsters into humanoid(-ish) females compatible with human men and general human society. (This is what I refer to as 'The Great Change'.)
The rest is history.
*Note that this isn't everything so you'll have to dig in the above links to know more. You can also just ask me.
2) So what are these changes to the setting you speak of earlier? One, Demon Energy is much weaker here so one must take (or give) a considerable dose of it to have the effect it has in the original setting. However, all monster girls are still universally benevolent and still very sexy. So consider this world MGE-lite.
3) ...So will there be sex? RolePlayerGuild rules says no. Any sexual encounters must be done in the PMs or implied.
4) How many characters can we play? Maximum is two. There will be exceptions to certain players.
5) Can we play as monster girls? Yes. Players are actually encouraged to do so.
5.5) Can we not play as monster girls? Yes. Players can play as human men or women.
6) Can we play as monster girls that doesn't actively look for men? Yes.
7) Can we play as custom monster girls? Yes. But you must provide info about the custom monster girl in your character sheet.
8) Can we play as monster boys? Yes. However, you will be the only monster boys in the entire existence of the RP.
8.5) What about these incubi I have read about? I'm saying you can play as other species of monster boys. With actual monstrous or animal features since incubi in the setting are just powered up human males.
9) Can we play as the invading Varjans? No.
10) Can we play as Shizuyama locals? Preferably not but if you really want, you can PM me your character plans, details and questions.
11) Is this a ripoff of Ghost Of Tsushima? Yes.
If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. Oh and characters sheets will be reserved for the OOC.
“I’m...Baba…of the Yaga tribe. I…live here. Not that it matters. I know…why you’re here. I’m accepting my fate, servant of the Goddess. I have no regrets or misgivings about what I’m doing to that village. Just…make it quick.”
Nick gulped, his worst fears coming true. He knew it was a possibility that this red-hooded stranger living in an isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere could be the 'witch', and it appeared she also knew his true purpose here. Well, sort of the true purpose. Everyone expected Nick to eliminate the witch once found but Nick knew he was slaying no witches in this quest even if he wanted to.
Releasing a sigh, Nick stood up and decided to clear some things first. "You're right. I AM here to kill you, but I won't." He declared. "I'm not sure if I even can. I don't know magic, I don't know any awesome karate moves and I lost my knife to a dead dog. I don't think I'll be hurting anyone anytime soon." Nick glanced to the side. It may have been unwise to reveal that he was practically harmless, but maybe this could end without bloodshed.
"What's your deal with Liven anyway?" Nick asked the main question. "...If you don't mind me asking."
“I’ve…not seen you here before...are you with…Liven? Or…are you just a traveler?”
Nick was still resting by the fire so he never saw the stranger change positions. Although, he did hear her footsteps move. He was wary, but too tired to carefully choose his words. "Oh, just a traveler. Uhh, but I did come from Liven. Got there 'cause of... reasons. Some of them involving running away from gigantic beings that want to squish me to paste." He briefly recounted his recent adventure. "Too bad there's a lot of zombos there so I had to do some more running."
"I've heard that the undead there was the work of a witch. If that's true, then I'd definitely have words with the witch." Nick let out his naive thoughts. "What are they even doing tormenting a tiny little village? The undead aren't even running around willy-nilly, they seem to just... surround the village for some reason. Although, I guess there's that weird creature that actually invades houses..."
Nick finally turned his upper body to look at the stranger. "But enough about me, how 'bout you? What's your story? It's a good thing those zombos don't reach this place, eh?"
The bushes were unremarkable, as Nick saw. They might be even the same as the ones back in Earth.
Before he could ponder on this any further, Nick's ears heard the creak of a door opening and immediately raised his head. It appeared that the cabin's occupant had finally decided to reveal themselves. The figure on the door was none other than the little red-hooded fellow that fled from the altercation between Nick and some really bad undead dogs. But now that Nick was close enough, he could see the figure's snow-white locks of hair dropping and disappearing again into her cloak, apparently a coat trimmed with hair.
And... that was about the farthest Nick could see, her face was still obscured by the hood save for her light-colored eyes. Although, he did notice two small bumps on her hood.
“...If its just a rest…okay then.”
The invitation almost made Nick scramble to the entrance and inside to get out of this blasted snow. "Thank you! Like, a lot!" But he decided to approach in a calm, but brisk, pace. Suffering from hypothermia was no reason to abandon manners. At least, not yet for Nick.
The cabin interior was just one room, but cozy and big enough to contain a bed, a closet, a single table and chair and a fireplace with a large cauldron sitting on top, liquid bubbling indicating something was being cooked. Nick unconsciously walked towards the fireplace and cauldron and fell to his knees, as if finding the promised land. He basked in the heat radiating from the fireplace, now providing warmth not only to the cauldron but also to the cabin's visitor.
“...uhm, take a seat…if you need to rest. I was making some food.”
"Thanks, but I think I'll stick here for a few more minutes." Nick replied. "I'm Nick, by the way. Sorry for the sudden intrusion." He knew this person might not be as harmless as they appeared but right now, he was just thankful they at least let him feel warmth.
"You have no idea what happened to me before I got here." Nick began to recount his recent adventure, maybe garner a response that would reveal the stranger's identity. Though in all honesty, he just wanted to vent. "I had to, like, run away from a horde of zombies in this village. Then just when I was in the clear, these stupid mutts, also undead, came at me and I had to do some dangerous techniques to drive them away. It's all just crazy!"
"I swore to myself that if I ever get back home, I'm definitely spending a month in L.A."
The tired Nick trudged through the snow following the trail the unknown entity left. There were a few zombies spotted ahead but they ignored him, thanks to the charm, and he ignored them in turn. The cold had him shivering, and the torch alight in his hand provided little warming comfort. Once he gets back to Earth, Nick swore he would spend a year in Los Angeles where everything was nice and warm and no trace of snow whatsoever.
The trail ended with a welcoming, but also foreboding, sight. A log cabin, complete with a smoking chimney, sat on a large clearing in what was seemingly the middle of nowhere. Snow covered the sloped roof with a single window right below. The cabin's front yard was... tidy, all things considered. There was a path cleared of snow, some bushes with fruit and a tanning rack even. Last but not least, Nick spotted a red cloak just enter the abode.
"Hey, wait!" Nick got a burst of energy, following the figure up to the door. "Hello? Hello? Nice house you got here. Anyway, I'm not anyone dangerous. I just wanna talk." Despite his words, Nick got no reply. His gentle knocks unanswered.
He noticed the door was unlocked and he could just let himself inside, but Nick didn't want to be rude. "If you don't wanna talk then that's fine, but uhh... I hope you don't mind me just taking a break here. I really, really need it." He let the cabin occupant know. Nick figured that they would come out sooner or later, no need to force anything. Curious, he decided to look at those fruit bushes.
The jets of flame Nick spat out were more pitiful than he thought. He was no pro at this, he admitted, but that was just bad. The undead hounds didn't even caught fire, just singed from what Nick witnessed. He'd bet they didn't even feel it. Oh, he was so dead.
Or so he thought, the sudden bursts of fire from Nick seemed to have put the dogs on edge. They had stopped their attack, now wary of their seemingly-firebreathing prey. The belligerents kept their eyes on each other for a short while. Nick still held his torch and flask firmly, his mouth and lips burning from the slight backdraft, expecting the fight to resume any moment. But to Nick's surprise, it never did. The undead canines turned their heads towards the village and went off, deciding that Nick wasn't worth it.
As soon as they were out of his sight, Nick dropped to his knees. He quickly jabbed his torch standing in the frost and put away his oil flask and began scooping up snow from the ground and stuffing them into his mouth before spitting them out. He soon scooped smaller amounts and let them melt in his mouth before spitting out, trying his best to wash off the residue oil. He repeated this crude procedure several times until his mouth could no longer stand the cold and he was forced to stop. He would need to wash properly later.
Inspecting the ache on his ankle, Nick found that the hound's bite had torn through his denim pants but fortunately, the wound was not at all deep. Still, the pain stung and he had to sit on the snow to cool off, maybe literally, from the fight. Placing his face unto his hands, Nick suppressed sobs and stopped tears from forming. How long was he going to stay here? How long would he last? Will he even make it back home? Did he ever stand a chance? His heart was still beating fast from the encounter, exacerbating his despair. Oh, how Nick wanted to scream and how angry he was for knowing it would probably invite more danger.
Wiping his watery eyes from the self-pity, Nick forced himself to stand up. He still had a job to do, a job he didn't even know how to accomplish. Taking his torch, Nick saw the trail the hooded figure left that lead into another part of the forest. It was good a lead as any so Nick decided to follow.
The red-hooded figure ran as Nick warned them, but they seem to be running away from Nick himself rather than from the undead dogs onto him. Something Nick would have noticed had he not been worrying about said hounds chasing him.
The undead canines were far quicker than Nick, one outpacing him and blocking his path. Nick was forced to halt in his tracks, his mind quickly scrambling for anything he could do. Running was clearly out of the question now and so, like a cornered rat, decided to bite back. Nick didn't want a fight, especially with such unfavorable circumstances, but there was no choice. This would be his first fight in his life.
Nick pulled out his hunting knife and barely avoided the hound lunging at him by stepping to the side. However, he was never aware of the canine behind him which then helped itself to a biteful of Nick's ankle. "Argh!" He yelled in pain as he fell down into the snow. The pain was immense, but adrenaline dulled some of it. He still held the torch and the knife, needing the torch to be lit for his plan to fight back. He had doubts about successfully pulling it off, but it was his best bet right now.
From the snowy ground, Nick slammed his hunting knife into the canine's head. Hopefully killing it but at least, driving it away for the moment. He left the knife there as he pulled out the oil flask and quickly popped it open. Okay Nick, remember the procedure. Follow the steps and maybe he could walk out of this without being dog food.
Nick took a sip and looked for an undead hound coming at him. He brought his burning torch to the fore and spat out the oil, blasting the hound with a small jet of flame. Hopefully, undead were weak to fire like in the movies. Okay, wipe mouth and take a sip again for the next hound. Nick was adamantly careful about sipping oil, always making sure the liquid never came close to the throat lest the hounds become the least of his worries.
From where the RP has left off, the Guild would (probably) continue helping the Sonarran Rebellion which would drive away Bart not because he fears Varjan retaliation but because he feels he was losing control of the Guild. After Sonarra is liberated, Hari would announce he would attempt to take over all of Varjo which would cause the Varjan King to take a sizeable army and crush the rebellion as well as burning Sonarra down. Bart would also inform Varjo of the Guild's involvement in exchange for protection and as revenge against the Guild.
The final quest would have the Varjan Army showing up in the Guild one day and demand compensation for aiding the Sonarran Rebellion. They would demand an unreasonably large amount of money in several days before leaving. It would be a difficult, but not impossible, task but Neil (if he's still around at this point) would say that the Varjans will likely not honor the deal.
The player characters must then make a choice whether to flee or stand their ground (gathering allies for the battle) or actually try to pay the Varjans. Regardless, the Varjan army comes back the next day for the compensation. The Guild would not have the money and so the Varjans attack, resulting in a battle the Guild will win if they have allies or be driven off or killed if they don't. The battle is also skipped if the Guild flees that day.
Endings depend on the choices made. However, I became less fond of the planned endings as time went on which was also a factor in me ending this RP.
Tune in for my next RP project which will take place in an anti-monster island in Zipangu.
Nick trudged towards the forest, trying his best to ignore the zombies who ignored him in turn and instead went after the loud, powerful distraction that was Elisette. Viorel's charm worked like a... charm. Bad puns aside, Nick was glad he reached the forest without anything hostile noticing him, even if he had a burning torch with him. Everything was going smooth so far.
The forest was unlike the one with the deer and Kyrnith. The trees here were dead, leafless, snow and frost filling the hollowed parts of the bark. The wind that blew in this place was freezing cold but Nick was fortunate he had his trusty torch to keep him somewhat warm. Well, at least there were no more zombies that he had to watch out for.
As he wandered the dead, frozen woods, Nick soon saw a dirt path in the distance with a red-cloaked figure treading upon it. Weird, Nick didn't remember Little Red Riding Hood visiting Grandma in the winter.
* HOWL *
Ah, how could he forget about the Big Bad Wolf? Several undead hounds emerged from behind the frozen trees and blocked Nick's way. Wait, weren't they supposed to not notice him because of Viorel's charm. But these ones were very clearly noticing him, their sharp teeth bared and growling. "Oh, come on." Nick whined as he held his torch aloft in reflex. He wasn't that surprised though, this world was not lacking in things that could and wanted to kill him.
The hounds snarled as they took some steps forward before one of them made the first move and pounced. Nick reacted quickly and swung his lit torch at the undead canine and swat it away. Now it was time to do what he did best: Run for his life. But wait, these were hounds. Not exactly slow creatures so would running actually be the smartest idea?
Well, Nick had little ideas besides fleeing so flee he did. But running back would probably lead him back to the zombie horde where the hounds could alert their human allies to his presence. No, Nick needed to forge ahead. He swung his torch wildly at the undead canines to keep them away for a couple of seconds and give him a headstart. From there, he would try to bolt forward and towards the cloaked figure.
"You! Yeah, you! I got dogs on my tail! We gotta run!"
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