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Could you go over the general power scaling in this RP? How much can an Initiate do? How much can the Avowed do? What sorta feats of magic and might would the top tiers in this world be capable of doing?

In other words, how anime is this shit?


To add on to this, are non-casting normies still capable of keeping up with spellbois, or do physical fighters boost themselves with magic in this setting?
@Guilty Spark

Perfectly good with me, then. I do like me some anime fantasy.
@Guilty Spark What's the aesthetic you're going for? Straight up D&D style, or some anime elements? Asking because I know a few people in here (myself included) are big weebs. I'm fine with either, would just like to make sure before I plan anything out.
Big interest. Always a fan of some nice fantasy adventure.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:838/950 MP:710/1150 SP: 130/130





Yeah, no. Amulak could read the tide. If things continued the way they were, they were screwed. Still, he blinked at Patches's impromptu order and plan, observing the transformation for a brief moment.

"Oh...I get it now. You are not Patches like FromSoft game, you are Patches like Frankenstein!" He remarked offhandedly even as he squatted down, Raime's corpse tucked under one of his arms as he slung his staff up to take Patches's designated corpse up in his other arm.

"Patches, you are brave man. I will honor your sacrifice!" Amulak called out, taking full advantage of the opening he'd been given to leg it the fuck out of there, continuing to maintain his Arcane Vortex for as long as he was capable of being in range to feed MP to it. As he fled, he also took the moment to detonate the mine he'd placed next to the rocks that had blocked their path in the first place. If nothing else, it might give Patches an out.

As Amulak doubled back, he wracked his brain for the route he'd memorized as well as the rest of the map, starting to go down an alternate path that had been suggested. Hopefully, this one wouldn't have any surprises, what with the distraction going on elsewhere in the caves.
Amulak al Acturus (Stanislaw)
HP:865/950 MP:860/1150 SP: 130/130





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





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





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."


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."
@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.

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