Psyker Landshark

Cacophony Concord

Attributes

HP – 150
MP – 200
SP – 50
STR – 14
AGI – 15
END – 15
DEX – 14
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:200/200 SP: 50/50

Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baaaaa. First encounter was a big win all around. Well, except for Mags, he supposed. Though the big ding and glow of their level-ups and Amulak's MP restoring to full suggested to him that the ass-beating Mags had received likely wasn't permanent. A brief glance over the loot that was dropped revealed nothing good for a caster, so he'd leave that for the melee to hem and haw over.

In the meantime, Amulak spent all eight of his stat points touching up his deficiencies in STR and DEX, investing four points in each stat and bringing them up to a base of nine each. There. That should take care of his problems in that department even if he lost his talisman later.

He paused, taking a moment to cheerily wave Lew and Ari off as they went back to town before glancing to the rest. A moment to check their levels in the interface revealed that some had gotten three level-ups while...he'd only gotten one? What was this shit?! Oh, wait.

A moment of clarity later had the Slav realizing that it was probably because he'd taken a class. Hell, Mags hadn't even leveled, so more advanced classes likely took more experience to level. Something to keep in mind for later, he supposed. In the meantime...

"Grinding more sound very good. Can probably keep this rolling until we stop getting free heals from easy levels." He glanced around, his gaze finally falling on Klein and his freshly-drawn ink. Huh. "Very interesting tattoo, big man. Look very imposing." Amulak gave Klein a grin and a thumbs-up.

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:168/200 SP: 50/50

On the bright side, Amulak hadn't killed Mags. Unfortunately, it seemed she'd still taken scratch damaged from a failed suplex that he'd barely managed to blast the kappa out of. Well, silver linings and all that.

And then something fucking amazing happened. Whoever Klein was managed to somehow shove his entire arm through the kappa's mouth and down into its organs. Even as he absentmindedly hurled another Magic Bolt at the kappa not being utterly fucking destroyed by Klein, only barely taking note of Lew and Raymond teaming up on the same one, Amulak kept staring at the juxtaposition of kappa and gigachad.

"...This game? I think I love it." He murmured under his breath for a moment in wonder before collecting his wits and calling out to Klein.

"Big man? I think process of fisting starts from other hole! Opposite end of body from mouth!"

Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

Kayliss Lambert

Kayliss

Kayliss Lambert ● 23 ● She/Her

^{______________________________________}

^Appearance:

Stands at about 5’8”. Lithe build, with some toned muscle in the arms and legs. Tends to wear typical adventuring gear that doesn’t stand out, favoring hooded cloaks with light armor underneath.

^Reputation:

Distant, pragmatic, and calm. Is known in the underground for having worked with various thieving guilds at various points in time over the last half-decade, though never even close to a permanent basis. Has a reputation among those in the know for skilled, professional work in several areas of rogue’s work, including thieving, spying, and the occasional assassination.

^{Reason for Traveling:}

Born in the slums of Haydrin’s Seat, Kayliss was a parentless urchin for much of her childhood, quickly learning basic thievery simply to survive. That was, until she’d picked the wrong target. Or the right one, depending on the point of view.

The rich man in question she’d tried to pickpocket turned out to be one of the royal spymasters. Not the Royal Spymaster, but certainly working under him. An adolescent slum orphan with decent stealth skills for someone with no training whatsoever was exactly the right kind of person for him to mold into another sneak for the good of the kingdom, and over the next few years, he did so.

Kayliss served with pride as a royal spy for five years, simply happy to be off the streets and be part of something bigger than herself. However, she’d stumbled upon a piece of intrigue far above her pay grade, one that she wasn’t supposed to realize: her spymaster and mentor was subtly working against the kingdom. She didn’t know why, she still doesn’t know why, but what mattered was that her benefactor knew that she knew. Almost immediately, the man ironically declared Kayliss a traitor to the kingdom and set her fellows against her. Kayliss only narrowly escaped with the barest of forewarning, and is now on the run and in hiding, hoping to disappear among the wanderers of Sedaia and figure out what to do with her life now.

^Skills:

Thief’s Work: Sneaking, lockpicking, pickpocketing, you name it, Kayliss has likely been trained in that area or developed the skill herself over the years.

Underworld Knowledge: Part of Kayliss’s job as a royal spy was to embed herself in Sedaia’s underworld, and she did so without question. She has at least a contact or two in a fair number of major trading cities across the realm, and knows the procedures and code to both fit in among the underworld and seek out more help.

Blades: Adept with both the short sword and dagger, Kayliss prefers to use both in a twin-blade fencing style, though she’s also capable of using either weapon solo, whether it be in straight combat or in less honorable work. Her swordsmanship is above average and certainly better than most bandits’, but she doesn’t quite match up to famed knights and other combat monsters in direct battle without the aid of a dishonorable advantage or two.

Marksmanship: While not exactly adept with an actual bow, her aim with a crossbow is more than adequate. She is capable of using the entire range of crossbow types, from a hand crossbow to a heavier, two-handed one for long-range shots.

Wind Magic: Limited knowledge. Primarily used to make sneak attacks and distractions.

^Meta:

Fantasy CIA agent on the run from being cut loose by her own agency. Her journey would center around survival, intrigue, and action. So basically Jason Bourne but with swords and magic.

For character progression, I’d want Kayliss to basically adapt, learn how to trust people, and find a new purpose in her life now that her old one was blown to pieces. I’m pretty fond of dark content within reason, so long as Kayliss is still able to keep going in the adventure, but light content to balance it out is also needed.

^Extra:

Art source

Voice claim: Cristina Vee

Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

Kayliss Lambert

Kayliss

Kayliss Lambert ● 23 ● She/Her

^{______________________________________}

^Appearance:

Stands at about 5’8”. Lithe build, with some toned muscle in the arms and legs. Tends to wear typical adventuring gear that doesn’t stand out, favoring hooded cloaks with light armor underneath.

^Reputation:

Distant, pragmatic, and calm. Is known in the underground for having worked with various thieving guilds at various points in time over the last half-decade, though never even close to a permanent basis. Has a reputation among those in the know for skilled, professional work in several areas of rogue’s work, including thieving, spying, and the occasional assassination.

^{Reason for Traveling:}

Born in the slums of Haydrin’s Seat, Kayliss was a parentless urchin for much of her childhood, quickly learning basic thievery simply to survive. That was, until she’d picked the wrong target. Or the right one, depending on the point of view.

The rich man in question she’d tried to pickpocket turned out to be one of the royal spymasters. Not the Royal Spymaster, but certainly working under him. An adolescent slum orphan with decent stealth skills for someone with no training whatsoever was exactly the right kind of person for him to mold into another sneak for the good of the kingdom, and over the next few years, he did so.

Kayliss served with pride as a royal spy for five years, simply happy to be off the streets and be part of something bigger than herself. However, she’d stumbled upon a piece of intrigue far above her pay grade, one that she wasn’t supposed to realize: her spymaster and mentor was subtly working against the kingdom. She didn’t know why, she still doesn’t know why, but what mattered was that her benefactor knew that she knew. Almost immediately, the man ironically declared Kayliss a traitor to the kingdom and set her fellows against her. Kayliss only narrowly escaped with the barest of forewarning, and is now on the run and in hiding, hoping to disappear among the wanderers of Sedaia and figure out what to do with her life now.

^Skills:

Thief’s Work: Sneaking, lockpicking, pickpocketing, you name it, Kayliss has likely been trained in that area or developed the skill herself over the years.

Underworld Knowledge: Part of Kayliss’s job as a royal spy was to embed herself in Sedaia’s underworld, and she did so without question. She has at least a contact or two in a fair number of major trading cities across the realm, and knows the procedures and code to both fit in among the underworld and seek out more help.

Blades: Adept with both the short sword and dagger, Kayliss prefers to use both in a twin-blade fencing style, though she’s also capable of using either weapon solo, whether it be in straight combat or in less honorable work. Her swordsmanship is above average and certainly better than most bandits’, but she doesn’t quite match up to famed knights and other combat monsters in direct battle without the aid of a dishonorable advantage or two.

Marksmanship: While not exactly adept with an actual bow, her aim with a crossbow is more than adequate. She is capable of using the entire range of crossbow types, from a hand crossbow to a heavier, two-handed one for long-range shots.

Wind Magic: Limited knowledge. Primarily used to make sneak attacks and distractions.

^Meta:

Fantasy CIA agent on the run from being cut loose by her own agency. Her journey would center around survival, intrigue, and action. So basically Jason Bourne but with swords and magic.

For character progression, I’d want Kayliss to basically adapt, learn how to trust people, and find a new purpose in her life now that her old one was blown to pieces. I’m pretty fond of dark content within reason, so long as Kayliss is still able to keep going in the adventure, but light content to balance it out is also needed.

^Extra:

Art source

Voice claim: Cristina Vee

Windfall ☄ A Character-driven Fantasy

CS should be done by tomorrow.

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!"