Psyker Landshark

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:865/950 MP:860/1150 SP: 130/130

Attributes

HP – 800 (+150)
MP – 1100 (+50)
SP – 100 (+30)
STR – 40
AGI – 50
END – 53 (+5)
DEX – 40 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
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: 1983.33333 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common

God damn, but there were just too many. He hadn't cast Arcane Vortex that many times during his previous grind, but from what experience he did have with it, it had never been this utterly clogged with bodies before. There were clearly more than either he or Patches had thought. On one hand, they'd probably come out with a metric ton of experience points from this fight. On the other hand, at the rate this was going, they might actually just be swarmed in bodies and taken down despite the amount of AoE they were packing.

And to make matters worse, five of the bastards had actually managed to juke Patches and come for both Amulak and Patches's body. Well, shit. At least he had an answer for this. A crappy and wasteful one, but at this range, he didn't have the time to chant ten words for an Arcane Vortex.

Six words later, five Seeker Chains shot out from Amulak's staff, three binding around the ghosts that were rushing the mage himself while the other two aimed to lock down the ones going for the fresh body.

"Ghosts are slipping through, trusty Patches!" Amulak yelled over the commotion of the battle, hoping his Arcane Vortex would hold long enough for him to start casting another one. "I do not have enough juice to both AoE and lock down stragglers! Now would be very good time to cleave harder!"

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:865/950 MP:1075/1150 SP: 130/130

Attributes

HP – 800 (+150)
MP – 1100 (+50)
SP – 100 (+30)
STR – 40
AGI – 50
END – 53 (+5)
DEX – 40 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
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: 1983.33333 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common

Ah, yes. Patches. Real trustworthy name. Thankfully, they couldn't exactly kill each other while in the same party, and dropping party immediately would at least tip Amulak off and give him enough time to react.

Though currently, that point was moot. Trash mobs. Great. Literally only a hundred meters to the exit, and they get stuck with a massive wave of these fucks. Even with AoE spells, there were so many that he doubted either he or Patches had enough juice to take them all out in a stand-up fight. Of course, the passage ahead being sealed now seriously didn't help.

...Fuck it. They were steps away from the goal. And it didn't matter what condition they made it in, so long as they got there. Amulak grit his teeth, adjusting his grip on Raime's corpse with one hand while raising his staff in the other.

"Very close to end. Get cocksucker ghosts off us, clear blockade after. We go big dick, yes? I gather them up. You knock them down." He said, conjuring a Magical Mine at the base of the rubble blocking the way before starting a ten-word chant as he prepared an Arcane Vortex. A Mana Control boosted the magical storm as he aimed it at the center of the largest concentration of mobs he saw. Of course, he had a Plan B, but hopefully he wouldn't need to enact it. Hopefully.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:865/950 MP:1050/1150 SP: 130/130

Attributes

HP – 800 (+150)
MP – 1100 (+50)
SP – 100 (+30)
STR – 40
AGI – 50
END – 53 (+5)
DEX – 40 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
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: 1983.33333 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common

Well. Amulak couldn't say it wasn't interesting to watch someone die of asphyxiation. Fucking Raime, putting himself through this for what, epeen? In the end, he decided not to linger on thinking about the sight as he picked his friend's corpse up, lugging it over his shoulder as he set off. He really didn't need to keep seeing a man choking to death in disturbingly realistic fashion on what should have been a happy occasion.

A night of research paid off, and Amulak reached the Blasphemed Tunnel in relatively short order. There had been a few close calls with nearly aggroing monsters, but fortunately, he hadn't pulled any mobs on accident.

“Looks like we’ve both not got a party or nuthin’, so wanna party up for this?”

Amulak turned at those words, briefly looking over the one who'd approachedh him. Another prospective necromancer? Similar shitty gear, and lugging around a corpse of his own. It could be a trick to get him to lower his guard for an easy gank. Emphasis on could. Then again, you couldn't really know how strong someone was at a glance without the proper ability or being in the same party. And since they were both in the same situation...it wouldn't make much sense to try for a risky gank here on the verge of getting one of the more complex jobs to unlock.

"Party up sounds good." Amulak nodded briefly, sending the other player a party invite. "Name Amulak. You also going for Necromancer, huh? You see baby trap on way here? Very obvious."

Galarian Stories

Mentions: @Ambra @Yankee @Prints Avoid

The ceremony was the usual done-up nonsense as the last two years she'd been through this, though with the added question of where exactly Elijah, and of all the people, Victoria were. Elijah wasn't exactly the type to shirk his job responsibilities, and as for the bloody Champion? Well, it was a good thing that Old Man Amaranth didn't suffer a stroke from something like that.

As they exited the stadium, Fiona chuckled awkwardly at the sight of the Chairman before them, mostly due to Hestia's assertion. Shite, she was in for it now, wasn't she?

The next few words out of the old man's mouth at least reassured her she was off the hook for now. But as for the implication of their Champion being absent...

"Eh, fer all we know, Vickie's eloped or something." Fiona shrugged back at Chairman Amaranth, seeming unconcerned. "Or she lost track of time trainin'. Either way, we got at least weeks until we actually need her, right? Champion's Cup and th' end of challenge season ain't fer a while yet, so we got plenty of time tae fix this if there's actually a problem. Get yerself some rest before worryin' about this too much, boss man. Don't need our Chairman keeling over now, do we?"

As the conversation shifted gears to the evening meal, Fiona's stomach rumbled in response. Oh, right. She hadn't eaten anything beyond a snack since breakfast, considering she'd spent half the day making sure everything at the Stadium was in order for the opening ceremony, and the other half of the day enjoying the festivities.

"Oi, Nordy, ya know I live here, right? Sheesh, at least lemme host. Or Zeke, he's from here." She jabbed a finger back towards the Fighting leader's way. "Anyways, I was thinkin' Duke of Spice's always nice. Battle Cafe's got great desserts, but I kinda want some meat an' booze before we start with th' sweets. Or fish, new sushi place's opened up downtown, chef's straight outta Johto."

Why Is No One Joining My RP (General Advice Thread)

@rebornfan320

This has been ten pages of you ignoring every piece of good advice you've been given because you're taking this entire thing way too personally. Ghosting included. RPs die. Most don't make it to the six month mark. Shit happens.

Quite frankly, I didn't know you before this, and after reading through this entire shitshow, I can't really blame people for ghosting you if this is how you react to RPs dying. This entire thread does you no favors in terms of finding RP partners because all it's doing is making you look like a whiner.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:815/900 MP:1000/1150 SP: 130/130

Attributes

HP – 750 (+150)
MP – 1100 (+50)
SP – 100 (+30)
STR – 40
AGI – 50
END – 50 (+5)
DEX – 40 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
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: 1983.33333 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common

As much as he wanted to just knock off at least one requirement for his Necromancer job today, not even Amulak was greedy enough to take such an obvious-looking piece of bait in a zone where it was already incredibly dangerous for his level.

"Relax," He waved dismissively to Raime upon speaking of the hunt for low-health players.

"I not going to take obvious trap, this baby don't need to die, yes?"

What came after, though...

It wasn't killing Raime he had a problem with, oh no. If he was offering his neck, Amulak would take it. The problem was his odds solo against another monster like the centipede in this zone. He really didn't want to take another full 24 hours to make another run at the Grove if he screwed this up or got unlucky. And if Raime was gone, he was basically flying solo for the rest of this session considering Ames and Mags were...somewhere.

"Killing you is not problem. Making it through zone so we don't have to do this shit again is real problem. Lew back to town to simp. Ames and Mags disappear to somewhere. Not certain of chances at soloing. If I make it to tunnel, should not be problem." Amulak mused out loud, staring at Raime for a long moment before coming to a decision.

"I will take risk, then. Is only game, after all. Strangle...might take time. Turn off pain setting completely before we start, yes?" He started chanting, conjuring up Seeker Chains that he planned to wrap around Raime's neck. "We begin strangling after you make this not weird for you."

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Hex Jr.

Hex Jr. didn't flinch away from Scorch's enraged glare, despite how much his instincts screamed at him to. No, he wasn't backing down from this old-timer. Not before he conceded the point. Whatever the Sylveon was yapping about was unimportant, but he did catch bits and pieces of it in the midst of his staring match. Introductions? Ugh, icebreakers. He hated those.

Of course, Scorch's damn assistant just had to pick him right after the Poochyena. For Arceus's sake, why? With a roll of his eyes, the Litten reluctantly pulled his gaze away from Scorch's, finally conceding the staredown as he looked to the rest of the other mon in the room.

"Fine, fine. Name's Hex Jr." And he really hoped he wouldn't have to hear about his old man once someone recognized the name. "Did some exploring before the Shade kicked in. So I've got a bit of experience. Course, now I'm rusty after a year out of the game, just like everyone else." He said, breathing a speck of fire and sideeying Scorch at the latter portion of his sentence.

Galarian Stories

Mentions: @Majoras End @Solace @Yankee @Ambra

And now everyone was just piling in. Isla, Zeke, and Henrietta were thankfully hogging all the cameras and attention to themselves, which meant she didn't have to. That just left her time to respond to those who'd greeted her.

"Careful, Malik. Ya keep complimentin' me, yer old man might actually think he's on tae something about us gettin' together." She snickered back at the one who'd gotten her into this gig to begin with before turning to Nordrin. Fucking hell. Well, at least he seemed unchanged, and wasn't making this awkward. Small mercy, at least. No hard feelings.

"Nordy, it's cute, but ya don't need my permission tae enter a public stadium. Not that I'd give a shite either way. Go on in if ye please."

Before she could go on further, yet more draconic roars echoed through the sky as Moira made probably the most spectacular entrance yet. Not a terrible airshow, in Fiona's opinion, but she could do better. Though that didn't exactly mean she wanted the spotlight, but...

Fiona rolled her eyes as she felt three of her Pokeballs in particular start wiggling on her belt, their attention piqued by the roars. Of course. Well, who was she to deny her Pokemon the sky if they so wanted to? She pulled said Pokeballs off her belt with a sigh and gave them a resigned smile.

"Fine, fine. Just don't go too overboard, aye? Just because ya want to wave yer dicks around don't mean that I want all the attention fer myself." She said softly before looking to Moira with an apologetic shrug. "Sorry about this, Moira! Bunch of prima donnas here on my crew!" And with that, Fiona lazily tossed all three Pokeballs up in the air, with Talonflame, Noivern, and Mega Salamence all emerging, the Key Stone on the back of Fiona's Dynamax Band glowing brightly.

All three Flying types quickly ascended into the air, spinning up in a Flare Blitz, Boomburst, and Aerilated Giga Impact respectively before coming to an apex, expanding their wingspans fully and letting out cries of their own. Berkut, Lightning, and Felon all immediately accelerated afterwards with mighty flaps of their wings, cutting a swathe in the sky above Motostoke's stadium in formation before each broke off simulataneously. The Talonflame and Noivern each split off in opposite directions, expanding their wings to come to a stall before rapidly whirling around in a J-turn by manipulating the wind currents around them, while the Mega Salamence stalled as well, but rose up in the sky, doing a loop in a perfect Kulbit before flipping around midair and soaring back the way he came. Each Pokemon returned into formation, now returning to their start point as Fiona gave a put-upon sigh from down below.

"Good tae see we've worked out th' kinks in all that post-stall training, at least." She murmured to herself before raising both her voice and her Pokeballs. "Alright, that's enough of that! Get yer arses back in here before someone throws a bloody fit!" All three Flying-types dove straight down at her call, with Felon giving Moira's Dragons and Hestia's Charizard one last contemptous roar before each flew straight into their Pokeball's beam, returning.

"Fook me, th' chairman's probably going tae have my head fer that one..." Fiona rubbed the back of her head, giving Hestia and Moira a sheepish grin.

Cacophony Concord

Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:815/900 MP:975/1150 SP: 130/130

Attributes

HP – 750 (+150)
MP – 1100 (+50)
SP – 100 (+30)
STR – 40
AGI – 50
END – 50 (+5)
DEX – 40 (+4)
LUC – 50 (+7)
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: 1983.33333 rishi
Items:
Bonerattler’s Staff
Uncommon Weapon
+30 HP, +30 SP, +30 MP
10% chance of Disrupting enemy spellcasting when attacking.

Bulwark Boneplate
Rare Armor
+100 HP
Reduce physical damage taken by 20.
Recover 2 SP for every hit taken.

Shamanic Beads
Common Accessory
+20 MP

Raider’s Wargtag
Common Accessory
+4 DEX, +4 LCK

Thunderstruck Amulet
Uncommon Accessory
+20 HP, +5 END, +3 LUC
Reduce lightning damage taken by 20.

HP potions: 1 uncommon, 2 common

Alright, then. If the last few minutes had taught Amulak anything, it was that Ari seriously needed to get the fuck out of here, go back to town, and take a Job already. Fortunately, it seemed that Lugh agreed with him. And speaking of Lugh...

"Big congratulation, Lugh. You get Nuclei!" Amulak clapped for Lugh's newly-acquired Nuclei, though he was just a bit ever so jealous that he still didn't have one yet. The hell was it going to take?

"But yes, Ari need to go back to town and take job. Ari, if you don't stop being idiot and take job, we going to have problem, yes?" The aspiring necromancer smiled at Ari as she was dragged off by Lugh. It wasn't a friendly smile. Although as they left, a thought occurred to Amulak.

"...Shit." He said, turning to Raime. "We down two more than I plan for getting through zone. Ari was useless, and now Lugh have to drag her back so she stop being useless. Should probably regroup with others soon, yes? Hopefully they didn't get killed already."

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Hex Jr.

What a douche. This prick got willing volunteers, and the first thing out of the old bastard's mouth was that none of them were adults? No wonder his dad never said much about Scorch, if this was how he was.

Hex Jr. angrily horfed down the rest of his banana bread in one go, swallowing and wiping the crumbs off his mouth and mask before angrily stepping forward as he gently nudged the Bagon aside after he spoke.

"No, don't kiss his ass, he just basically said we're worthless to him." The Litten hissed to Tusk, before turning to the mon in question.

"There a problem, old man?" He raised his head high, meeting the rugged Arcanine's gaze in challenge. "You're disappointed we ain't evolved or experienced enough? Blame the rest of the cowards in the city for just being happy to hide behind the walls. Like it or not, we're all you got, so deal with it or kick us out. But then who're you gonna get to fight your own battles for you? Arceus, no wonder my old man never talked about you."