Psyker Landshark

Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

Is there an aristocracy outside of the ruling family, or something like an upper caste of knights and administrators?

Windfall: A Character Driven Fantasy

I'd prefer advanced, but casual works fine too. I pretty much write the same no matter the section, so yeah.

Windfall: A Character Driven Fantasy

Also interested.

Cacophony Concord

Attributes

HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 10
AGI – 15
END – 15
DEX – 10
LUC – 15
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:150/150 MP:178/200 SP: 50/50

Well, shit. The kappa was very much nearly on his ass now. It didn't help that he'd all but missed with his previous shot, only grazing the green fuck's side. Amulak was already winding up another Magic Bolt boosted by Mana Control, but judging by his previous two casts, there was no chance he'd be able to get it off before the kappa managed to tag him with a blow. Well, time to see what getting hit in this game felt like, he supposed.

And then providence shone in his party managing to distract the fucker long enough for him to finish his cast. Amulak grinned as he thrust his hand out, all but prepared to blow the kappa to pieces. And then providence reared its ugly bald head to abandon him just as quickly as it had arrived. For whatever godforsaken reason, Mags was still rushing the kappa from the flank. Judging by the crater his last Magic Bolt had made, another boosted one would probably catch her in the explosion as well. And her HP count wasn't exactly looking good.

...Ah, screw it. He still had good micro. No point in avoiding a hit himself if he potentially risked a party member going down from the backblast of his own spell. With a disappointed sigh, Amulak cancelled the Mana Control command on his cast, preparing to fire off a regular Magic Bolt at the charging kappa.

"Very sorry, Mags!" He bellowed in lieu of his usual incantation as he launched the bolt point-blank at the kappa, hoping Mags wouldn't be too badly hurt in the blast.

Cacophony Concord

Attributes

HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 10
AGI – 15
END – 15
DEX – 10
LUC – 15
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:150/150 MP:190/200 SP: 50/50

Magic felt good. He couldn't exactly describe how it felt, but it did remind him of something. The thrill of victory. Of competition. The aspiring necromancer grinned broadly as he watched his bolt fly into the kappa, relishing in his success. That elation lasted only a moment longer until he noticed the turtle manlet making a beeline for him instead.

Well, shit. Seemed he'd drawn aggro.

Luckily, there were convenient meatshields allies to help defend him if things went wrong. Ari and Mags were already getting into position to cover him, which meant he had the luxury of casting again instead of trying to evade. This time, Amulak sought to ice the kappa entirely, so he activated Mana Control in order to boost both the MP cost and the damage of his spell before firing off another Magic Bolt. Besides, it was only two mana more for 20% increased damage.

"Eat shit, green manlet! Pieprzyć twoją matkę!"

Cacophony Concord

Attributes

HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 10
AGI – 15
END – 15
DEX – 10
LUC – 15
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)

Stanislaw read over his two available spells briefly, committing their effects to memory and how he could best use them. It wasn't that complex yet, but Mana Control would likely be something very useful for the future if it applied to all spells. In the meantime, it seemed the group had started walking around, so he quickly joined up with them, taking up a position somewhere in the middle. Not in front to tank hits, and not too far in back to get screwed if they were ambushed from behind.

The kappas had him tilting his head, and he briefly looked them over before preparing for battle.

"Huh. These things are, uh...how you say? Manlet." He snickered, raising a hand as he nodded at both Lew and Mags.

"Okay, you got it. Hopefully we nuke second one down before he kick our shit in melee, yes?" Amulak said, starting the process to cast a spell as he waved his outstretched hand. A three word chant, eh? Well, as long as he could mix it up every now and then, he might as well make up some random bullshit for the moment until he figured out some flavorful or funny chants.

...Ah, screw it. Might as well just curse in Polish. Not like anyone here spoke the language, anyway.

"Pieprzyć twoją matkę!" He cried out, not bothering with Mana Control for the moment as he shot a Magic Bolt at the kappa he was designated to.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)

Well...he couldn't exactly fault their motivations. If nothing else, trying to cheese out requirements for a class was exactly something he'd do if he could figure out what the hell he needed specifically for Necromancer, beyond what the game already told him. Still, getting punched wasn't exactly something he wanted any part in, so...

"I wish you good luck in going against spirit of game and cheesing class unlock early. Think I will explore and head off in...that direction." He pointed the way Raymond and Klein had already left towards. "West gate, I believe. Can find me there or beyond that way once you finished here."

With that said, he sauntered off in that direction as well, finally enjoying being able to walk without too much exertion.

Eventually, he caught up to the big guy that had been part of that initial altercation, raising a hand in greeting.

"Oi, big man! You are going same way I am, I see. If you are leveling, would you like party member? Better than standing around laughing at people being punched, yes?"

Attributes

HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 10
AGI – 15
END – 15
DEX – 10
LUC – 15
Classes: Mage

User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 15%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Funds: 0
Items: Common Pouch

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)

Amulak's eyes passed over the exchange between Ames and the old man, his gaze narrowing as he inspected the amulet that passed into her hands. +5 to stats with a ??? effect added, huh? Well, well, well. Seemed it wasn't a scam after all. Well, maybe. That mystery effect was concerning. But not concerning enough for him to pass up the chance to fucking breathe normally again.

"Amulak take one, then. Thank you for business." He said, handing over the requisite twenty silver and immediately equipping the amulet onto his person as soon as he received it. All of a sudden, the exhausted feeling he had finally dissipated, allowing him to feel like a real human again.

"Ah...much better. Breathe properly now without looking like idiot." He sighed in relief. The dark-haired man glanced over at the absolutely massive gigachad that had just showed up next to them before shrugging. "Eh. We fuck up character creation. Minmax too hard. Buy amulet to fix stats for now, yeah?

Amulak paused at that, glancing around. Hmm...weren't they missing one? Stanislaw did recall there had been at least one more in the Discord group who'd expressed interest in playing this game. Where was the guy that was super hardcore? Before he could muse on this further, he was broken out of his thoughts by Mags literally shoving Ames into someone. Oh god damn it, what the hell was she doing?

"What fuck are you doing?" Amulak stepped up calmly, still speaking in his comedically exaggerated Slavic accent. "We start fight in middle of town now? Sounds like shit idea. Anything bigger than shove, we probably get guards on our ass, no?"

Arknights - Project Neptune

"A Kobayashi Maru? Really?" Dragoon grinned, taking it all good-naturedly as she scratched the back of her head. "Well, that's one way to grade your applicants, I guess. Kinda sucks we didn't get to the part where we steadily got overwhelmed, then." She chirped, taking the lanyard she was given and putting it around her neck.

Well, she'd made it. At least this promised to be more interesting than the LDF. Hopefully. After everything that had happened there, this was pretty much one of her last shots to do the only thing she was good at for a living under decent conditions. Couldn't afford to screw this one up.

Hell, at least the food should be better than the canteens she was used to, to say nothing of the dogshit MREs the LDF passed off as field rations. And speaking of food...

Dragoon perked up, waving towards Vlad. "Yeah, I could use some grub myself. Was wanting to see how good the chow halls were in this joint. Anyone else wanna come along? Celebratory 'we did it' meal and all that."

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)

The old man had said the magic words. Stat boost. Figurative words, at least. He was probably putting words in the NPC's mouth. But the intent was there. The mention of a discount was even better, though they'd probably have to coordinate it. Though...it would probably do to preview the goods first. Maybe if there was some kind of shop interface? As good as the deal sounded, he didn't want to lose all his silver buying the talisman for the wrong stat.

"So...old man? Can we see merchandise before we buy, please? I want to verify you are as good as you claim, yes?" Amulak continued in a jovial tone, before murmuring aside to the rest of the group. "Has anyone worked out how shop interface works? Or equipment preview? I want to make sure annoying shit from earlier wasn't trolling us."