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In [The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite? → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Ryota Nakamura


Mentions: @DoubleChecker@CorvianMERCDB@supamusu@DancesWMonsters@HexiWind

Ryota gave a toothy grin, flashing his razor sharp teeth. “Scared you now didn’t I cub?” However it seemed as though Yumi and Kamars were unphased. The former simply giving a sharp bow in response, and the latter completely indifferent.

Telling indeed

A couple of Beastkin examined Varius, an incredulous look on each of their faces as the man spoke. Examining his eastern empire apparel and releasing an aggressive growl. The gladiator did not need to speak bestial to understand what this meant. This response to his appearance here would be replicated all the way to the adventurers guild.

Meanwhile, the small elephant shrew recieved a different experience, as each of the individuals examined the small creature with curiosity. He was a beastkin but his attire was not of republic origin.

Filing into the room, the 3 ladies would find a row of seats open for them to take. Shortly after assuming their positions and settling in. Two seats would remain on the end closest to the exit for Varius and Itsy to assume completing the row. Shortly after,Ryota would take center stage.

“Welcome to Nan Gau adventurers, on behalf of Clan Yamamoto, we appreciate your support in this time of need. Whether you are on the front lines, defending the gated, or supporting our warriors through day to day operations. Your efforts are an insurmountable help. Out of respect, I won’t waste your time any further.”

The beast's voice bounced off the walls with reverb, allowing all to hear him loud and clear.

“You’ve already heard our call to arms and likely seen a bit of the destruction on your way here. The enemy is the undead thralls of some sort manifested through magical means. Injecting their cursed mana into corpses and adding them to their army. It’s why it’s imperative we burn the corpses. Our scouts have located a large horde gathering power and emerging from the north.”Ryota’s eyes darkened a bit as he held his head high.

“That was how the situation had started out but now things have gotten rather ugly. We didn’t account for the enemy being intelligent and coordinated. Adapting to our tactics and even acquiring some of their own. We suspect someone or something is the cause of this. As to whom? We’re unaware. The situation has evolved enough though, that the horde in particular has evolved into a natural disaster of sorts. The congestion of corrupted mana is causing even more horrors to pour into their ranks as well as interference with the weather. Things that aren’t necessarily undead but won’t miss out on a free meal.” The air in the room grew heavy from the onslaught of bad news, the situation seemed bleak enough for even some of the most hardened adventures.

“If we fall here, Nan Gau will be lost. We’ll also all be mindless undead but that goes without saying. But fear not, there’s light at the end of a road. We must hold out until Fae See allies arrive who are specialized in this type of enemy. Unfortunately though, they won’t make it here until much after the monster storm hits landfall. In the dead of night to be specific.”Ryota folded his arms, as he prepared himself.

“Any questions at all before we move onto sorting?”
In [The Grand Duchy] Labyrinth of the Primordial Bloom [FINISHED] → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Vetreus Draedora

Titles: Prime, Draconian, Western Empire Nobility B, Draedora Tutelage
Mentions: @DoubleChecker @Book @Red Hood

Goals: Acquire Harvester Asset Mine F


Griselda


Vetreus’s muscles strained as he held the debris up long enough for his companion to get out. Out of the two of them, he was the more resilient one. If harm were to come to the little dragon. All the tribulations would be for nothing.

Seeing the little one skitter off sent a bit of relief washing over the draconian. Now comes another problem. Feeling the strain on his lungs become unbearable. Vetreus would release a strained cough, with it a plume of spores would be extended from his breath.

Dammit

His sharper senses were at a disadvantage here, luckily the weight threatening to crush him would disappear.

Feeling the weight of the debris relieved, Vetreus would stand up to his full height. Still coughing, the draconian looked around frantically for the little dragon. Finding Griselda next to Esther, the tenseness in his shoulders would release.

Now it was only a matter of time for the spores to be gone from his system. The inflammation in his lungs were already disappearing. Approaching the cohort, Vetreus looked at Esther with an incredulous look.

“Didn’t take you for a mother. Who is the poor sap of a father?” Vetreus looked down at the child with a pensive glare.

Babies were so ugly.

Suddenly, an air of familiarity would waft his nose. His glare sharpened, bringing his nose closer. Inhaling deeply before leaning back.[Heightened Senses:Smell E]

“Is that the maid? Make sure you support her head.” Vetreus folded his arms sternly as he examined Esther’s form.

Meanwhile, Griselda would take advantage of the distraction. Slithering away towards the carcass from earlier. A devilish grin on her face.

“Bone smacklebeef!”She muttered to herself before indulging herself.



In [The Beastkin Republic] Will They Know Respite? → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
[If you are interested in joining a setting like this. Please check out roleplayerguild.com/topics/196759-ise…]

Time: 6:30 AM
Location: Nan Gau, The Republic

Thanks to the efforts of the adventures guild and Yamamoto Shogunate. A brief intermission within combat had been made for the envoy on the edge of town to bring in people along with a desperate replenishment of supplies. It had taken all night to create the opening but thankfully they managed just before daybreak.

The fight had been a harrowing battle of attrition, many souls had been lost. Death coiling around them with its embrace, those who were allies had turned enemies against their own will. Servants of an unholy kind whose only purpose was to spread destruction.

The carriages would maneuver through the torn terrain outside of Nan Gau. Jostling its passengers as it dodged craters. A heavy gust of wind carried the smell of burnt flesh and iron into the cabin of the envoy. Soon enough, they had arrived at the Western wall.

If one were to look outside of the carriage, there would be many forlorn souls. Their faces twisted, and their spirits beaten down from the harrowing battle of attrition.

Finally reaching the Nan Gau Adventurers guild, the brave volunteers were able to disembark and check in. The establishment was booming with activity. The native language [Bestial] filled the establishment with an overwhelming amount of growls and other beast like sounds.

For Yumi and Emily, who hailed from the far away land of Japan. They would find a sense of familiarity but also unfamiliarity. The natives of the land shared a heavy cultural similarity, however they might have felt brief shock seeing a large bear with an eyepatch, clad in weathered navy and red Samurai armor begin to approach them.

An illustrious black odachi was tied to his back. Towering over the three newcomers, its eye fell on Yumi with a sharp gaze. Bearing its teeth slightly as it let out a low grizzly growl. Then, his eye would move toward the the large Scythe

*”What a weapon to wield here of all places for a newborn Cub.”he voiced in common. His gaze would then brush past Emily. Her plain business attire earned a sharpening of the eye.

“A Widersian…Grrrrr” he gave a low chuff, moving past the woman. Contrasting his intimidating demeanor, the brief expression was a pleasing one. He held respect for anyone who came in this time of need.

Finally he stopped right in front of Kamara, who based on her worn armor, seemed the most battle tested out of the batch.

Is your will as sharp as your blade?

Stopping a couple feet before her, the Brown Bear would rise to his full stature. Towering at 3 meters, the bearkin casted a shadow over the 3 newcomers. Opening his gaping maw wide, the bear roared loudly startling many of its residents, causing them to flinch.

After effectively gathering the attention of everyone. The bearkin would begin to speak.

”Greatings everyone, I hope your trip here was a pleasant one. I am Ryota of the Nakamura clan, Vassal to the Yamamoto Shogunate. Unfortunately, time is not something we can afford to waste. If everyone could please make their way to meeting hall one at the end of the corridor. We will bring all of you up to speed and answer questions one might have. We will also assign you to squads to work in.”

The bearkin would point a singular clawed finger to his right. At the end of the hall, another brown bearkin stood. Having just slid the wooden doors to the meeting hall open, the bearkin nodded to Ryota. Confirming that he was ready to proceed.

The meeting hall was a large space, showing a bit of resemblance to that of a lecture hard. Fine wood lined the floors, and desks, along with chairs that were spacious and accommodating for a multitude of races.



(OOC/Tldr: Alright peeps, we’re kicking off round one. You’ve all just arrived on a special envoy and are about to be debriefed on what’s going on. Feel free to interact with one another.

I’m a free flowing narrator so be as creative as you’d like :).)
In [Mabaroshi-Mura:Kuridan] ༺⋆⋇ เภՇ๏ Շђє ๓เรՇร ⋇⋆༻ Part 2 → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kota


Mentions:

It hurts, it hurts to breathe.

The fox slowly came too, feeling the crimson liquid trickle down his cheek. He would find himself perched against the barrier of the dimension, his body curled in pain.

“Gnn” he groaned as a numbing pain shot up his body, he was pretty sure one of his ribs had been fractured from the blow. It felt like everytime his lungs expanded he was inhaling a stack of needles. The pain receptors were pleading for him not to move.

Move dammit, get back into the fight

Occupied by his own inner conflict, he would not suspect the figure approaching, a gentle touch would brush his silver locks up. Straining his neck, the fox would look up in bewilderment.

“A-Aedrianna? No..” His muttered, struggling for air.

This was a beastkin, her gaze was mature and from this Kota’s positioning. It felt like a guardian angel had descended to guide him to the afterlife. It couldn’t be, Aedrianna. The same person who got into a whole slew of trouble when searching for the Skythorne.Still, the facial features of the woman seemed nearly identical. Her words made him realize just who exactly it was. If not, who else could it be?

If it was her though…how? She was dead wasn’t she? Of all places to appear why here?

“Is the mist more than just a trial?” He muttered under his breath before wincing in sharp pain. Her words carried a sense of urgency.

Kota would feel strange all of a sudden, his vision growing hazy. It was as though his body had been suspended in a vast ocean and was suddenly shooting to the surface at an alarming rate.

The unconscious body he had assumed was fading, first he felt a chilling wind assault his body. Then a pleasant heat. After, the sound of jaws snapping and the cries of a woman.

Kota's eyes slowly opened, right when the woman had been tossed.

A monster. That was all he needed to know.

Instincts took over, and the beast was on his feet. His face twisting into one deserving of the title. The gap between himself and the monster was swallowed in an instant.

His hand was extended, like a spear, and it burned with intense smoldering heat as it flew towards the undead chest. Should his aim be true. The monster would find itself in the warm embrace of fox-fire.



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In -ˋˏ ༻ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 ༺ ˎˊ- → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Mikhail Xudriess


@AClockworkEd@Maverick Six@Moonberry

“All fated to die” the words struck a silent cord within the elf, his words slightly somber. “If fate can be defied are you truly tampering with its threads, or was the interaction merely predetermined. An illusion of control.”

“Limited options in a dire situation is a great way to peel the layers back.” He smirked looking at the cultist.

The brief philosophical conversation had been safely contained in the sound bubble Mikhail had created. Salty sea water raged around them. The lack of sound coming from water crashing into the docks gave a rather eerie feeling. If one of their men fell into the water and drowned in the depths, none would be wiser.

Their guide through the darkness would eventually come to a halt. His large hat billowing in the weather conditions as a powerful gust of wind struck the group. The rain picked up in its pace and began to pelt the group in a strong torrent, further weighing down their clothes.

“Hug the walls, we’re going to wrap around the building and into the drain. Hope you guys don’t mind smelling like absolute garbage. We’ll put our dry cleaning on the captain's tab. Unfortunately you’re out of luck cultist.” A smirk formed on his face as he hastily put his back to the stone fortress and wrapped around its perimeter.

The mantle of darkness shrouded the group nicely, making them no different from the dark of night outside. The storm drain also wasn’t too far away. The elf was able to make out its round silhouette in the dead of night. The stench was already burning his nose in the small glimpses he inhaled. The elf strummed some more notes on his guitar, sending a wave of energy that blew the drain gate open sending a flood of sewage out into the water.

[Color=#00FFFF]“Alright children, everyone in the crap hole. Just watch out for alligators and large rats.”[/colod] He gave a devilish smile as he looked towards his cohort. Most of them returned a bleak expression towards the bard before reluctantly entering.
In -ˋˏ ༻ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 ༺ ˎˊ- → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Mikhail Xudriess


@AClockworkEd@Maverick Six@Moonberry

Mikhail chuckled, “Hell yeah I can call you a cultist. Even if you’re a loner cultist.” The elf doubled down on his comment. There was a strong possibility that he was wrong, dead wrong. However, his words felt correct and with enough conviction [Persuasion F] he could twist reality how he wanted.

The bard turned to Aleris with a smirk, “the gods are taking pity on my crew. Does a cultist like yourself believe in fate?” He questioned the man with a wry smile. “I’m sure you believe in divine intervention at the least.” He poked some fun with his comment.

When the man asked about whether they could be trusted, Mikhail shrugged. “Honestly probably not, however with the storm raging. This is a gamble I’m willing to bet on. We wronged some pretty powerful people meaning they’re not gonna wait long to execute my crew. Time isn’t a luxury we can afford. It’s tonight or never. Either we get that ship and sail away or die.” Mikhail smiled, he would slap the back of Aleris’s back with his cyborg arm. “But something tells me. The devil’s luck is on ourside.”
In [The Grand Duchy] Labyrinth of the Primordial Bloom [FINISHED] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Vetreus Draedora

Titles: Prime, Draconian, Western Empire Nobility B, Draedora Tutelage
Mentions: @DoubleChecker @Book @Red Hood

Goals: Acquire Harvester Asset Mine F


Griselda


The draconians brows furrowed as he studied the runes flooding into his mind. A primordial artifact in a shed was uncanny. It seemed to be dormant thankfully but he was worried what might happen should it awaken with the cohort so close.

“The crystal is merely a fragment of something much more sinister.” He relayed to the others. His voice carried a sour tone, uneasy at the possibility of something much more sinister within the labyrinth. Primordial powers are nothing to play with and are far beyond the scope of power that any of them possessed.

“It’s a wash…” he muttered under his breath. The trip, all of it was for nothing. Unless he wanted to turn her into a zombie host of a monstrous terror. Griselda noticed her partner tense up, swinging her head around to face him.

“It’s going to be okay? Right?” The dragon broke her silence, her eyes pouting

Vetreus' mouth opened to respond but before he could speak a word. Penny came over, placing her feather duster on the heart stone.

“NO—“
Before he could stop the maid, the shack is placed into darkness. Then, he was bathed in light. Instinctively, the draconian went to shield his companion before being launched into the wall of the shack, his body hitting the rotten wood with a loud crash.

Slightly dazed, Vetreus could hear the creaking of the wood as the shack began to shudder. He could feel the unsteady foundation breaking underneath his feet before the hut came toppling down on top of him.

Instinctively, the draconian shot his hand out shield Griselda from the debris, making for a small pocket of relief for the dragon.

“Go!” He growled deeply like a beast. Griselda would falter for a moment before nodding and attempting to escape from the debris. Underneath the rubble, he could feel the spores infiltrating his body and attempting to multiply. The urge to cough was strong but that would only mean more spores entering his lungs so he held his breath and mustered as much strength as he could.



In [Mabaroshi-Mura:Kuridan] ༺⋆⋇ เภՇ๏ Շђє ๓เรՇร ⋇⋆༻ Part 2 → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Kota


Mentions: @Hecotoro@Tau@Moonberry

Kota’s lip slightly twitched, trying to suppress the urge to comment on Yume’s hunger. He understood the girl was odd just from the fact that she wanted to keep the eerie double of herself. Either she was super desperate or self-absorbed.

The sound of shattering glass and his body going into free fall would break his train of thought. His stomach quickly dropped to his toes, and he let out a slight grunt of discomfort as he adjusted to the sudden change. The three of them seemed to just fall into the expanse of the abyss, the shards of remembrance dancing all around them. Teasing them as they helplessly fell.

Suddenly, he would feel his body collide with something hard. A dull pain would shock his body for a moment, but he would push the sensations to the back of his mind. Something more pressing needed his attention.

Rising from the stone floor, the corrupted mana lingering in the air would cause the hair on Kota’s body to stand up. His tails rising as something felt awry. Moo and Yume
were still there with him, and they, too, had seemed to be noticing the disturbance. Their eyes fixated on the pile of shards that were convoluted and combining into something aberrant.

It still chose to goad them, as the fox was about to open his mouth. The screaming of the petite drill hair girl.

Crying over her…reflection?

Whatever the case was, she entered a trance of chanting. Her staff, pulsing with an impressive amount of mana. Just from seeing her face twist into one of sheer determination. Kota nearly felt sorry for the monster.

The large moose-kin, on the other hand, mouthed a bunch of nearly inaudible stuff. Only by putting together select words did he piece together the woman's difficult accent. Something about the guy showing his ugly mug. He was glad that neither of their willpower seemed to diminish; they only seemed motivated to be honest.
Yume would instruct the two to close their eyes and stay close, her voice cold and serious. Kota hesitated for a moment, unsure if he could trust this stranger. However, the overwhelming light emanating from her staff was assaulting the fox’s heightened eyesight.

“Just this once.” Kota huddled close, trying to make his tails as small as possible as he closed his eyes shut. Questioning if this was the best idea at the moment. His eyelids would get bright and hot for a moment, then shortly. He would feel an overwhelming wave of intense heat. The ears atop his head would flop backwards slightly in the aftermath of the blast.

As the light began to dim, Kota felt a stone hand slip into his waistband before tightly grabbing hold of his pants and wadding them up in an inescapable clutch. A confused murmur would utter from his mouth as he heard Moo egg him on to join the fight, and then.

He took flight

The fox soared high above, his body doing a multitude of flips. The surprise caught him for a moment, but his face would grow stoic quickly. By tightening his core and flaring out his 9 tails, Kota attempted to stabilize in the air. Despite everything that was going on, his eyes never left the abomination. Blue specs of flames were dancing in his eyes, and a look of determination stained his lips.

The trail wanted him to prove himself, to peel back the layers of the onion, to see who he was at his core. He would oblige then.

In the endless expanse of the dark space, a blue star would ignite high above, releasing a conflagration of foxfire. Kota, who had now been reathed in flames, would utilize his centripetal force to his advantage. This caused his body to spin faster as he crashed down on top of the creature like a falling star.




In [The Grand Duchy] Labyrinth of the Primordial Bloom [FINISHED] → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Vetreus Draedora

Titles: Prime, Draconian, Western Empire Nobility B, Draedora Tutelage
Mentions: @DoubleChecker @Book @Red Hood

Goals: Acquire Harvester Asset Mine F


Griselda


Vetreus read the entry of the book with a pensive look, to him it was the ramblings of a fool is what it seemed like. The magic at play here was wild and unruly with an insatiable hunger. However, he couldn’t help but wonder what the Grand Duchy. The pinnacle of magical innovation, would want with a corrupted place like this.

Who are our employers

It was strange, very strange. The heart, it required a new champion, a child is what the fool called it. Vetreus would see Penny come beside him, and begin…cleaning? Vetreus stared at her with a deadpan look, finding her actions wasteful. The foundation of the shack was failing, vines and mold running rampant within the wooden structure. Even the walls itself seemed unsturdy and incapable of defending against the outside elements.

“Your duty is admirable but this is hardly a time for cleaning. If you’re still up for maid duties after this, this little one could use a caretaker after her meals.” Vetreus pointed at his dragon companion, his expression showing a bit of reluctance.

While he read, he kept an open ear out for the conversation between Severin and Esther. It was an interesting one for sure, the man knew his stuff rather well. A sit down conversation with him seemed like an interesting debacle for the future.

Vetreus would close the book and lay it back in its place before moving towards the heart stone. The use of mana in this manner seemed barbaric to the draconian but also oddly riveting, tantalizing to the artisan within. Mana was fluid, only limited by its wielder. His eyes would glow as he appraised the heart stone, attempting to gather more information from the artifact.

“The heart stone reminds me of a mana parasite, in search of the perfect host to satiate its hunger. At the moment, it’s dormant.”



In -ˋˏ ༻ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔉𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 ༺ ˎˊ- → 8 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Mikhail Xudriess


@AClockworkEd@Maverick Six@Moonberry

Mikhail leaned back in his chair, the cybernetic arm slinking lazy over the backrest of the wooden stool. “Word of advice, the quickest way to get noticed is to have a hood pulled over your head. Makes you look like an informant or some kind of weird cultist. Take it from a bar rat like myself.” The elf smiled, his voice holding a tinge of playfulness. He would then take another swig of rum, drowning himself in the savory alcohol as Aleris continued talking.

When he mentioned that he comes with powers from his lord, the elf nearly spit out all the rum and looked toward the other pirates.

“SEE i fucking called it!” He slammed the mug on the table with a chuckle, admiring just how good he was at picking people apart. “I should’ve put some coin on that dammit.” He would turn back to Aleris with a smirk. “Fuck it why the hell not. I’ve done business with all kinds of people.” Behind his shades, the elf’s eyes teetered on the clown girls. “Hell even shadier people than you.”

With that, the barkeep called the final round of drinks. “Guess that’s our cue.” Mikhail turned to Pam who seemed a bit down sullen, she seemed rather in the dumps meaning that it was on him to take charge. Thankfully, he had a couple of tools at his disposal to make it happen.

“Alright you salty sea dogs, it’s time to reunite with our family. No man left behind.” Mikhail would raise his mug before slamming it into the wood, earning a sharp glare from the barkeep. He would then knock his head back and down the rest of the contents, the delicious nectar dripping down his chin.

The rest of the crew would follow, standing with him and following the elf outside the bar. The weather was much fiercer, pelts of rain assaulted the elf, causing his hat to slink slightly as it absorbed water. Continued down to the dock, the group would put a bit of distance between themselves and the bar. Once he felt adequately situated away, the elf would unpack his guitar. “I’m sorry for putting you this hardship today, but some friends need us.” He spoke silently to his guitar before giving it a strum. A dome of magic would surround the group, preventing any sound from escaping the bubble.

“Get a man drunk and he’ll tell you anything I suppose. Seems like we’ve got one might to pull this off, with the dock empty, the storm giving us plenty of cover, and security being non-existent. We’re got a real good shot at getting our friends out of that jam.” Mikhail would turn towards the men at the docks.

“You all will be in charge of ensuring we’ve got a firm getaway. If we don’t return by first light, assume the worst.” Mikhail would then turn to the couple of clown girls and Aleris.

“We’re gonna head in to retrieve the captain. Her name is Isabella, pretty lady with tawny brown skin and chestnut eyes. But she has one hell of a sailors' dialect. Can’t miss her, the other one is a girl named Jane. She’ll probably look quite different if they took off her makeup,thankfully I’m sure her girls know her face. Once we cross the dock, we’ll enter through the sewer drain. It’s gonna suck but it’s the best chance we got. From there, we’ll clear the floor and look for our people. You see a threat, you ice em. If all goes well, we rendezvous back at the sewer tunnel.” Mikhail looked at the long dock with a smirk.

“Let’s go, and don’t tell in the ocean please.”

Mikhail would strum his guitar once more, this time a line of darkness would cast out before him. Snuffing out the light, he would play a soft note every second or so all the way up to the tower. The sound of a soft note serving as Aleris and the clown girls guiding star in the darkness of night.


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