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as a patreon reward I will read your least favorite person's handmade custom tabletop RPG homebrew and ask them why they didn't just run it in 5e instead
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I started RP before double digit age but you couldn't have gotten an admission I was under 18 under threat of death. Kids just casually admiting it online now is wild.
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Kayliss Lambert


Damn. The doll's limbs were still functional enough to make a strike against her. Kayliss hissed in frustration, desperately twisting back to try to avoid its grasping arms. She wasn't going to make it before the slash connected-

The commander's thrust saved Kayliss, her strike slowing the doll enough to allow the assassin to whirl back and evade the doll's strike completely. Urden's continued assault pinned the doll in place and gave her time to recover, coming up in a crouch from her frantic evasion. Kayliss narrowed her eyes as she planned her attack, flipping her short sword and dagger around into reverse grips before leaping up into the air.

She came plunging down onto the pinned doll, this time aiming for a presumably lethal blow by thrusting the tips of her blades through the shoulder joints she'd already damaged. With any luck, Kayliss's blows would destroy the joints completely and sever the doll's arms from its body, neutering its threat near totally.
Sheet being worked on, got my character concepts hammered out, just need to sit down and write. ETA 1-3 days probably.
Might wind up with a custom navi, might not. Haven't decided yet.
Renar Hagen


As the outlying buildings held absolutely nothing, Renar simply sighed to himself in annoyance and bid farewell to Sir Steffen for the moment as the latter moved to join up with Lein. For his part, Renar hefted his poleaxe onto his shoulder and started trudging towards the interior of the main keep, intent on catching up with the others. If there was nothing to be found outside, it would be within.

When he'd nearly reached the gate, Dame Serenity came out with the new knight in tow. Literally, in fact. Renar raised an eyebrow beneath his full helm at the sight before realizing exactly why. It was likely the best move to make in this scenario, and he did acknowledge exactly why they had to coddle the mage that could perform mind magics, but the fact they needed to cozen anyone in the most elite order in Thaln was irritating. Serenity's actual report wasn't nearly as distressing.

"Is that so?" He drawled, sounding entirely unbothered by the depiction of the massacre within. "How curious. Would that some families in these times worked themselves up into such a frenzy. As for Sir Steffen, he'll be bringing up the rear shortly. He'd doubled back to retrieve Sir Lein from inspecting the outer walls. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll go on ahead." With Serenity informed, Renar brushed past her and Amy, proceeding within...

...Only to find the knights within having a standoff with some spearwoman. With no context just yet, Renar decided to multitask, keeping an ear on the conversation while investigating the bodies for himself. He knelt down to inspect just a few corpses and realized that if anything, Serenity had been underselling the carnage. Still, even this didn't elicit any emotion from him aside from clinical detachment. Not because he'd seen worse during his career. Not because he was used to carnage. He simply didn't quite care for the fate of these faceless corpses outside of the potential ramifications of an entire defense fort massacred. With that done, he stood back up and faced the lone spearwoman, having gotten a small gist of what was going on. Whoever she was, Fionn was familiar with her. Mercenary, most likely. And obviously enough, she was at least tangentially involved with what had happened here. Still, if no one else was going to try to negotiate properly...

"Let's talk terms, then. We have a job to do, and cooperation gets it done faster. You obviously want something from us, so why don't we respect each other's time and get to the point?"

@ERode @6slyboy6 @The Otter @VitaVitaAR
Kayliss Lambert


Again, Kayliss could not express enough just how much she hated cryptic mages at this moment. It was heartening to see at least one of her knives doing something to the primary doll, though she'd likely need to close to melee range to land a telling blow on it. The additional dolls rising to their feet was just adding insult to injury. That bitch just couldn't help herself but overcomplicate something needlessly complicated already. Despite her irritation, Kayliss barely twitched her lips as she drew her short sword and parrying dagger.

She was better suited to fighting single opponents in open battle, and was already engaged regardless. There was no point in her disengaging to help some of the others hold back the oncoming horde. Best to pinpoint weaknesses on the largest doll and bring it down as soon as possible. With that in mind, she followed the lead of Urden and Roger and dashed in after them.

As the mercenary and the griffin knight made their attacks, Kayliss juked around them and towards the back of the main doll. The Crownsblade pinpointed the two shoulder joints from the doll's back, moving in. Both of her blades flipped around point-first, and she drove them towards one shoulder each, aiming to impale both of its upper joints.
Renar Hagen


A man died to deliver aid to this forsaken fort, and he couldn't even do that properly. "Send help". How descriptive. The dead idiot couldn't have at least given a single word about what they were facing instead of just saying help? Renar shoved his irritation with the situation to the back of his mind as he slid off his horse, retriving his poleaxe from its spot on the steed's saddle before joining with the rest of the investigation team as they strode forward.

They'd had a new addition to the Roses just a week ago: a half-demon raised by the church, capable of wielding mind-influencing magics. The first half, Renar had no problem or care for. If the girl had been brought up for the church for that long and vetted by the Iron Rose, she likely wasn't going to be a problem personality-wise. Her abilities were the hangup for him. Someone that was capable of getting into his head? Renar didn't like that. As honest as he was about his goals, his feelings and methodology were a potential source of friction with more right-minded people, and he didn't need the risk of that getting out. With that in mind, he resolved to keep her at arm's length until he learned more of her magics and how to circumvent them. For now, there was a job to be done.

From what could be seen immediately, Renar didn't like this at all. Unbeknowst to him, his thoughts on the matter were similar to Serenity's. Little evidence of a breach from outside. However this fort was penetrated, it was from within. Whatever was going on here, it was certainly serious enough to warrant their intervention. Now, how to go about this investigation? There was already a quartet about to look inside, and some of the others were still looking around the courtyard.

For his part, Renar looked towards two of the others that hadn't gone off somewhere yet.

"Sirs Steffen and Lein. Care to join me? I intend to check some of the outlying buildings, see if the incursion originated from there. Whatever happened here, I've little faith we'll find it out in the courtyard, and others are already moving to investigate the main keep."

@PigeonOfAstora @Conscripts
Oh, how he was so, so tired of this. Why every threat Mega and beyond managed to pull multiple forms out of its ass was beyond BanchoLeomon. And this was considering he had two of his own, as well. Avalon bought the entire group the time they needed to acclimate to Moon=Milleniummon's attacks, and BanchoLeomon was no different, dashing and weaving between shards of crystal. His sword swept aside the shards he didn't dodge, and the ones he failed to parry didn't manage to pierce the Gaku-Ran. Good enough. As he managed to duck behind the remnants of a destroyed building, BanchoLeomon chanced a glance around the battlefield, taking stock of the current situation.

Examon had wisely decided not to surface from the water just yet, Beelzemon was still paralyzed and seemingly possessed, and Dorugoramon was...berserk. Wonderful. Useless, all of them. Why was he the only sane one out of all this lot-

BanchoLeomon blinked, forcing the intrusive thoughts from his head. Where had that come from? Even his darker Mode Change hadn't rendered him that hostile to his own allies normally. Then again, it stood to reason that if the crystalline bastard had managed to get inside his head once already, it could do so again. At this point, this entire shitshow of a day had him so worn down that he just processed the thought with grudging acceptance. There was nothing to be done about it, aside from killing the bastard. With that thought in mind, he looked to the skies once more, trying to work out an attack vector against Moon=Milleniummon when he noticed Parasimon in the skies, dead weight in his grasp.

With a gnash of his teeth, BanchoLeomon signaled his still-unexpected ally down next to him in cover, speaking louder once he got close.

"Drop him here, we can't afford to babysit him! Not if that thing got into your head like it's done mine!"
Ranbu no Izayoi


She couldn't afford a longer respite from the fighting. Despite the fact that she was still fatigued from her limit break, Izayoi forced herself back up to her feet as Arton defended her and prepared to rejoin the battle. The familiar sensation of time magic washed over the samurai, and she simply nodded to herself as she recognized the haste spell. Magics from a genuine mage almost always exceeded those cast from materia, and the difference in haste from Neve's cast and Izayoi's own usage of time magic in the past was noticable.

Izayoi drew in one last deep breath, took up a high stance, and charged. Empowered by a mage's haste, Izayoi approached the speed she was capable of in her prime, and practically disappeared from vision as she dashed forward with a war cry on her lips. Heads and limbs practically flew off of the first grouping of Blightbeasts Izayoi lunged at, ichor practically raining down from the amputations. Despite that, she still tsked to herself in irritation as she stepped out of the way of the ichor shower, searching for more engagements. While better than when she'd first picked up the sword again, her strikes still lacked the precision and strength she'd spent two decades developing. Galling for someone that was once the pride of the nation and the Emperor's chosen warrior. While there was nothing to be done for it other than to slowly recover that might and experience, a large part of Izayoi still felt shame over how far she had fallen out of guilt and failure.

Forcing the thought aside for the moment, Izayoi drew herself back up as the battle was just about winding down, the combined efforts of the party having finally driven off the last of the Blightbeasts. A flick of her blade flung the ichor off of it, and Izayoi sheathed her sword as she regrouped with the others, still catching her breath.

"It appears that we are victorious." She nodded briefly to Arton. "My thanks for your assistance. Now, is everyone still accounted for here?" An aside glance to Galahad, waiting for any further order from him for the moment.
Salvator Rasch


In the end, empty words. Salvator had seen more worlds than he could count go through the exact same process of oppression and rebellion. Image was easily manipulated by those in power. If the locals hadn't learned that yet, well, he wasn't going to teach them today, clearly. The important thing was that they weren't inclined to light the kid up any more. At least their sergeant had the sense to back down while they were already battered and bruised.

So instead of continuing the pointless debate, Salvator simply let the rebels go on their way. At the end of the day, they had a job to do here, and that wasn't to carry the rebellion on their backs. He turned back to the real briefing and started paying attention. So they were here to secure enemy ordinance and turn it against its former owner. Fine by him. Rasch quietly looked over the battlefield and terrain data that was being uploaded to his comms, memorizing it with practiced ease.

With the informant bugging out now that his job was done, Rasch turned in the direction they were set to head in, doing a quick check of his weapons before moving to take point.

"Right, we've got a timetable to meet. Everyone ready to move?"
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