Rabidporcupine

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher
Cool, thanks.

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

Still working on finding a free moment. Things are kinda hectic, but hopefully soon.

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

Sorry for the wait guys, I'm just a little bogged down now that my course is starting. I'll see if I can get something out tomorrow night, but it'll probably end up being Sunday or something.

Skyline Academy (Academy of Heroes)

@Raptra@King Tai@PokimKyOshi

Adrien was really beginning to enjoy himself here, swinging through the forest and avoiding Dav's attempts to stop him. The net was a good idea, and probably would've worked if not for the fact that he was amazing, and able to dodge any throws with ease. However, it was nothing on the shield, which seemed to be blocking any potshots his hidden drones took at it with relative ease. In fact, he now had them flying around the boy for that very reason, trying to distract him enough for Adrien to set himself up for phase two of his plan, which would be even funner than this part.

In other words, Dav was surpassing Adrien's expectations, but it wasn't long now until the tables turned back in his favour once more.

And then his one of his drones picked up on an odd sound pattern. It was distant, and he couldn't pinpoint it, but it sounded like... growling? Yeah, no, growling and some kind of panicked shouting.

"Wait, Dav, hold up a moment!" He shouted to his partner, perching once more on a branch as he began the process of tuning in all his drones to search specifically for similar sounds. If he had a face, he would have frowned at the absence of any following sounds. He knew he'd heard a shout, and judging from the tone and pitch, it had probably come from a student. Silently, he commanded all but one of his drones to begin actively searching the area for any further traces of what might have happened, before starting to swing back to where the teachers had been. The single drone that hadn't left to search was the one closest to Dav, which Adrien now used to talk to him through.

"Hey Dav, sorry to quit on you like this, but I've been hearing some odd sounds, and I think some of the other students might be in danger. I'm going to see the teachers and let them know, but if you aren't planning to follow me back, you should take my drone and start warning the others."

Within a few minutes of finishing his message to the telekinetic young man, Adrien spotted the teachers talking to another student and dropped down next to them.

"Dr Roy, Mr Alexander." He started, walking towards them accompanied by a drone he'd called back. "One of my drones picked up on some weird sounds while I was training, and I felt I should let you know. Here, I'll play it back."

As he spoke, he sent a silent command to the drone, which promptly replayed the faint sounds of the growling, and the students panicked shout.

"Just so you know, I am planning to go and see if I can help out right after this. I just wanted to make sure you knew, and maybe see if you could give me any hints to deal with whatever this is. Tell the drone if you do, because I've gotta start searching properly."

And then, with the shot of a cord that zipped into the treeline, he was gone once more. Meanwhile, in his room, a new pair of drones activated, each one carrying an odd, bulky pack underneath their main chassis. After all, depending on what this turned out to be, he was probably gonna need a lot more than some shoddy makeshift wire-slingers...

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Urist McAglam, worlds tallest dwarf!

Name:
Urist McAglam

Race:
Human

Age:
Twenty-one

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Just... Just try to ignore the fact that it's Thomas the Tank Engine fanart... It fit the aesthetic I wanted too well to pass up...


Level: 0

Proficiency: +1

Health: 4 HP

Stats:
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 11 (+0)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 9 (-1)
Wisdom - 11 (+0)
Charisma - 14 (+2)

Proficient Skills:
- History
- Insight

Proficient Tools:
Smith's tools

Traits:
Languages: Urist can speak, read and write Common, Undercommon and Dwarvish.
Feature: Respect of the Stout Folk
As well respected as clan crafters are among outsiders, no one esteems them quite so highly as dwarves do. You always have free room and board in any place where shield dwarves or gold dwarves dwell, and the individuals in such a settlement might vie among themselves to determine who can offer you (and possibly your compatriots) the finest accommodations and assistance.

Abilities:
N/A

Inventory:
Smith's tools, a maker's mark chisel used to mark your handiwork with the symbol of the clan of crafters you learned your skill from, a set of traveler's clothes, and a pouch containing 5 gp and a gem worth 10 gp

Background:
Clan Crafter
Urist McAglam is, in his eyes, the world's tallest dwarf. And why wouldn't he be? Sure, he may be physically human, but all he'd even known up to the age of nineteen had been the tunnels and caverns of his own home colony of Lharfaern, not far from the frontier. When he was a mere infant, barely even able to move, a group of miners found him grumpily trying and failing to crawl through the bowels of the earth, with little to suggest how he could possibly have gotten there. After a brief search of the area turned up no new information, the miners decided to take the boy to the town hall, knowing that their mayor would want to know about the boy before in case it turned out important. While the mayor was fairly concerned that the presence of a parentless baby in one of their mines might sour relations with the humans of the nearby settlements, nothing came of it in the end, and the question of what to do with the child was brought up. It was then that one of the older dwarves in the settlement, a well known and respected blacksmith named Vhandam chimed in, claiming that he had been thinking it was about time to start looking for an apprentice. While many others complained, more than a few of them having hoped to become his apprentice themselves, he had already made up his mind, and so the knewly named Urist McAglam was placed in the care of the legendary smith.

While Vhandam was never what one might call a 'brilliant parent', he proved to be quite a capable mentor. Even while he was learning to talk, Urist was slowly learning the ins and outs of the forge, and of weapons. When other children of his race would just be learning not to stick their hands in the hearth, he was being taught nearly the complete opposite, and being shown how to safely handle white hot metal. Of course, it was slow going, and there were more than a few heated arguments between the two, but it was clear that the idea of teaching Urist from pretty much day one was working. After about fifteen years of spending around half his day devoting himself to metalsmithing, he was beginning to reach a level of talent rare among people his age.

However, this led to a new problem. Thanks in no small part to his friendship with the other children of the settlement, along with the tendency of all dwarves to revel in the stories of their ancestors and their exploits, Urist began to develop a small obsession with the idea of creating the weapon of the next great dwarvish hero. One that, as he often put it, would 'forge destiny'. While Vhandam didn't exactly see this as a goal to be discouraged, it meant the boy was beginning to ignore their other, more mundane duties, such as the forging of hoes for the farms, and even the heads of the pickaxes that form the very backbone of their culture! It was at this point that, deciding a change of pace might be in order anyway, Vhandam started taking Urist out of the workshop every now and then to see the results of their handy work in person. This included quite a few visits to the ever growing mine networks, and a few less than subtle reminders that, without things like pickaxes, there could be no great dwarvish cities, nor could there be blacksmiths, for that matter. And while the message was about as subtle as a cave in, and frequently led to no shortage of grumbling from the boy, he eventually came around to the old mans way of thinking. It was only a few years later that Vhandam surprised Urist with another phase of his training.

Leave.

Vhandam told Urist that, while he was progressing about as fast as he could hope for from some 'annoying human brat', his skills would only stutter to a halt if he only stayed in the one colony all his life. Therefore, he was to leave and travel the land, learning what he could from other masters, and how it might also benefit him to spend some time amongst his own kind. However, he chuckled and corrected himself a moment later, explaining that he could hardly say that when he couldn't even consider Urist anything other than an unusually tall dwarf at this point. As Urist began to get his things together to leave, many of the other dwarves he had grown up with amongst to bid him farewell, making sure he would remember to 'come back home as soon as he could'. These, along with everything he had learnt growing up in Lharfaern, were what pushed him over the edge, and where before he had felt like he was still something of an outsider, he now found he considered himself more a dwarf than a human.

And so, Urist McAglam, the worlds tallest dwarf, left his home in search of a new place to settle down and continue to master his trade. And hey, where better than that frontier town Vhandam recommended? It had a nice big temple to Crugh, it was one of the closer settlements to Lharfaern, at least comparitively, and he was sure he'd find many a master who could teach him their own tricks of the trade. The chance to have a little more adventure than usual and make a bunch of new friends while doing it wouldn't hurt either!

Yeah, that place might do nicely...

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Ok, here's Urist. I'm pretty sure I didn't screw it up, but if I did get something wrong, just let me know and I'll fix it.

Urist McAglam, worlds tallest dwarf!

Name:
Urist McAglam

Race:
Human

Age:
Twenty-one

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Just... Just try to ignore the fact that it's Thomas the Tank Engine fanart... It fit the aesthetic I wanted too well to pass up...


Level: 0

Proficiency: +1

Health: 4 HP

Stats:
Strength - 16 (+3)
Dexterity - 11 (+0)
Constitution - 16 (+3)
Intelligence - 9 (-1)
Wisdom - 11 (+0)
Charisma - 14 (+2)

Proficient Skills:
- History
- Insight

Proficient Tools:
Smith's tools

Traits:
Languages: Urist can speak, read and write Common, Undercommon and Dwarvish.
Feature: Respect of the Stout Folk
As well respected as clan crafters are among outsiders, no one esteems them quite so highly as dwarves do. You always have free room and board in any place where shield dwarves or gold dwarves dwell, and the individuals in such a settlement might vie among themselves to determine who can offer you (and possibly your compatriots) the finest accommodations and assistance.

Abilities:
N/A

Inventory:
Smith's tools, a maker's mark chisel used to mark your handiwork with the symbol of the clan of crafters you learned your skill from, a set of traveler's clothes, and a pouch containing 5 gp and a gem worth 10 gp

Background:
Clan Crafter
Urist McAglam is, in his eyes, the world's tallest dwarf. And why wouldn't he be? Sure, he may be physically human, but all he'd even known up to the age of nineteen had been the tunnels and caverns of his own home colony of Lharfaern, not far from the frontier. When he was a mere infant, barely even able to move, a group of miners found him grumpily trying and failing to crawl through the bowels of the earth, with little to suggest how he could possibly have gotten there. After a brief search of the area turned up no new information, the miners decided to take the boy to the town hall, knowing that their mayor would want to know about the boy before in case it turned out important. While the mayor was fairly concerned that the presence of a parentless baby in one of their mines might sour relations with the humans of the nearby settlements, nothing came of it in the end, and the question of what to do with the child was brought up. It was then that one of the older dwarves in the settlement, a well known and respected blacksmith named Vhandam chimed in, claiming that he had been thinking it was about time to start looking for an apprentice. While many others complained, more than a few of them having hoped to become his apprentice themselves, he had already made up his mind, and so the knewly named Urist McAglam was placed in the care of the legendary smith.

While Vhandam was never what one might call a 'brilliant parent', he proved to be quite a capable mentor. Even while he was learning to talk, Urist was slowly learning the ins and outs of the forge, and of weapons. When other children of his race would just be learning not to stick their hands in the hearth, he was being taught nearly the complete opposite, and being shown how to safely handle white hot metal. Of course, it was slow going, and there were more than a few heated arguments between the two, but it was clear that the idea of teaching Urist from pretty much day one was working. After about fifteen years of spending around half his day devoting himself to metalsmithing, he was beginning to reach a level of talent rare among people his age.

However, this led to a new problem. Thanks in no small part to his friendship with the other children of the settlement, along with the tendency of all dwarves to revel in the stories of their ancestors and their exploits, Urist began to develop a small obsession with the idea of creating the weapon of the next great dwarvish hero. One that, as he often put it, would 'forge destiny'. While Vhandam didn't exactly see this as a goal to be discouraged, it meant the boy was beginning to ignore their other, more mundane duties, such as the forging of hoes for the farms, and even the heads of the pickaxes that form the very backbone of their culture! It was at this point that, deciding a change of pace might be in order anyway, Vhandam started taking Urist out of the workshop every now and then to see the results of their handy work in person. This included quite a few visits to the ever growing mine networks, and a few less than subtle reminders that, without things like pickaxes, there could be no great dwarvish cities, nor could there be blacksmiths, for that matter. And while the message was about as subtle as a cave in, and frequently led to no shortage of grumbling from the boy, he eventually came around to the old mans way of thinking. It was only a few years later that Vhandam surprised Urist with another phase of his training.

Leave.

Vhandam told Urist that, while he was progressing about as fast as he could hope for from some 'annoying human brat', his skills would only stutter to a halt if he only stayed in the one colony all his life. Therefore, he was to leave and travel the land, learning what he could from other masters, and how it might also benefit him to spend some time amongst his own kind. However, he chuckled and corrected himself a moment later, explaining that he could hardly say that when he couldn't even consider Urist anything other than an unusually tall dwarf at this point. As Urist began to get his things together to leave, many of the other dwarves he had grown up with amongst to bid him farewell, making sure he would remember to 'come back home as soon as he could'. These, along with everything he had learnt growing up in Lharfaern, were what pushed him over the edge, and where before he had felt like he was still something of an outsider, he now found he considered himself more a dwarf than a human.

And so, Urist McAglam, the worlds tallest dwarf, left his home in search of a new place to settle down and continue to master his trade. And hey, where better than that frontier town Vhandam recommended? It had a nice big temple to Crugh, it was one of the closer settlements to Lharfaern, at least comparitively, and he was sure he'd find many a master who could teach him their own tricks of the trade. The chance to have a little more adventure than usual and make a bunch of new friends while doing it wouldn't hurt either!

Yeah, that place might do nicely...

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Searat
Cool, thanks! I should mention though that this will probably be my first proper serious DnD campaign, because usually me and my friends are kinda laid back rule wise. Combine that with me being kinda dumb in general, and I may end up making a few mistakes every now and then, so I just wanna apologise in advance, and make sure you realise I'm not actively disobeying the rules, and am instead just getting them wrong by accident.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Don't suppose there's room for a new fella, is there? I've been kicking around the idea of Urist McUrist, worlds tallest dwarf! Except he's actually just a human who was raised by dwarves, and either doesn't realise or refuses to accept it.

Children of Hyrule [Zelda AU - LF Din!]

Cidro

Deity: Farore
Time/Date: Day 1, Morning
Location: Burgut's Wagon
Tagging: @Crusader Lord@Holy Soldier

"Ah, come on Princess..." Cid sighed as Zelah handed him all the rest of her food, which wasn't really that much in the end. "Are you trying to make me feel bad or something? I'm not gonna take all your food, especially not if this is it..."

Looking at the small pile he'd been handed, he passed just a little over half back to the girl.

"There, now neither of us have to starve to death." He said, nodding in satisfaction at what he was going to consider his good deed for the day. However, before he could make his altruism known to everyone, he heard Koja mumble about how he wasn't a slave.

"Well, then you have nothing to worry about. Let me just say though, a free person usually doesn't spend their whole life trapped in a cage. Or a big tank of water, if that helps you understand what I'm trying to say."

Still, he was a little surprised when Koja said he'd catch fish for his friends, as if Cidro was included in there with the other kids. He honestly wasn't sure it had actually been intentional, but he decided not to question it in case the Zora changed his mind. Instead, he just got into position to catch the twins and Koja just in case they fell. He probably wouldn't need to do anything though. As long as they were careful, they should be able to pull it off without much tro-

"Ah-"

Damn it.

"Crap!" Cid whispered as he frantically brought his arms up to try and stabilise the tower. However, it seemed like the three had managed to come apart in midair, so instead of trying to just catch one tower and hold it back in place, he had to try and catch all three of them at once.

Alright, lets see how this goes.

His first move was to try and get a leg between the bottom twin and the floor, in the hope that he'd be able to muffle the sound with his own body, if only a little. From there, he blew some air at the twin who had been at the top. This wind was drastically more powerful than blowing air would normally be due to his powers, and he managed to push the twin back up to where he could try and grab the side of the tank. Finally, once that was done, he moved to catch Koja.

Which knocked him over too.

Thankfully, he managed to manipulate the air beneath him to cushion his own fall just enough that it didn't make too much noise. However, he was pretty sure that all the magic he was using was probably causing the edges of the tarp to flow around a little more than it normally would have, so if anyone was watching, it might not be great.

Suddenly, My Favorite MMORPG has Become Real?! — A Log Horizon-inspired RP

@DocRock@Bone Father

"Nice!" Kai said with a grin, giving a thumbs up to Shinon. "I was a little worried you wouldn't actually be open to the idea of giving anything up, so I'm glad. And, if you want, I bet we cold get that pelt turned into a pretty good armour set against... Were white stags ice or electric resistant?"

He stared off into the distance for a moment, lost in thought, before shaking himself back to reality and looking to his two new guildmates once more.

"Eh, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Anyway, yeah, let's get to the fortress!" He said excitedly, before gesturing to them to move closer. "Now, I've only got the one teleport scroll left, but it used to let other people teleport with the user if they stood close enough in the game, so I'm sure it'll work!"

Once the two had gotten within range of the scrolls effects, he used the item, choosing to teleport back to the office he'd awoken in.

"Sooo, welcome to Fort Edenkyte." He said. "Right now, we're just in my office. I'll probably be in here a lot while I work on rebranding us from an evil roleplay guild into a good old family friendly hunters guild. Actually, I should probably let all the npcs we made about the change to our goals... That... has the potential to go really well or really, really bad. While I get to work on that little speech though, I'll let you guys go have some fun. Astra, could you go with Mister Jones and show him around the workshop? And meanwhile..."

Scrolling through his menu again, he found a list of npcs in the guild, and searched for a few minutes until he found the name he was looking for, quickly sending them a message.

Within moments, the monstrous being had arrived at the office, having to crouch awkwardly just to get through the door due to his enormous size.

"My lord." He growled. "You summoned me?"

"Hey, Leedo!" Kai said, giving a small, casual wave to the monster. "Would you be willing to take my friend Shinon here down to the deep forest?"

For a moment, the creature looked surprised at the casual way Kai was speaking to him. However, he quickly regained his composure, bowing his head to the orc.

"Yes, my lord." He said, before turning to Shinon. "Greetings miss, my name is Leidos."

"Don't let the appearance fool you, he's just a big ol' softie." Kai said, patting the horrifying colossus on the shoulder. "He's gonna take you down to the mines, because we actually broke into a giant cavern by accident a little while ago. In that cavern, we found one of those glowing underground mushroom forests, and I mean really big mushrooms. However, there are a few fairly dangerous mobs in there, and they're a bit too dangerous for your average npc soldier. Anyone above level twenty five should be fine though, and with Leedo by your side, you should have no problems scouting out the place. If you're interested, I mean. I'll pay you, and again, there are a few unique monsters in there that you might find interesting."

He turned back to face Indy again.

"Now, like I said before, Astra will lead you to the workshop. If you have any questions, feel free to ask her or shoot me a message."

However, he sighed as he looked back to the desk.

"I might not be able to get back to you right away though. I've got... paperwork... to do... Eugh."