Rekaigan

The Faraway Land

@Thinslayer

You're sounding extremely impatient from my point of view.
I'm sorry I can't post fast enough by your standards. I do have work to do, as do some others (but I can't speak for them.) People usually already know who they're waiting on without being reminded. But just because they haven't posted yet, doesn't mean they're waiting for someone (unless they say so)

I'll be posting either today or tomorrow.

The Faraway Land

@Darkwatck01

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Zenovia was grateful that the Warlock had agreed to her terms. She was quite surprised by it. Again, she followed him quietly, her eyes wandering around the rooms they passed. The castle seemed grand, but also not. The shaman made sure to keep the layout of the castle in mind, as she felt that she would be coming back here more than once. The words of magic he spoke held immense weight as she had witnessed this whole time, however she was getting used to it already.

As the guarded runic door opened, her eyes sparkled like a child at a festival. She could hardly contain her excitement upon seeing all these books. This library literally brimming with knowledge. She carefully stayed out of the way of the Reapers that moved around the library, for she did not know what they were capable of. However they seemed quite unaware of her presence and it seemed that they had no soul.. How curious..
She nodded in acknowledgement and continued to follow the Warlock through the library, resisting the urge to go pick up a book and read it. Zenovia took note of the exchange and what the Warlock had said. It was like borrowing books from a normal library. The Spirit Walker bowed as the Warlock did, before following close behind.

The Warlock's maw brought no fear to the shaman, as she knew the expression he gave. It made her remember her old Master, which was a fond memory. She gingerly took the books from the Warlock, waiting to make sure he had nothing more to say. "Thank you for this opportunity, Master." She responded in a respectful tone. Zenovia felt like she had seen a different side to the Warlock. He didn't seem as bad as people made him out to be.

The shaman suddenly remembered that her companions were still out in the physical realm. Perhaps they were worried about her. She quickly went to the bodies that the beast had offered. Her spirit entering the husk, giving it life. She flexed the body a little as she returned to the throne room. It felt odd, but it was just something she would have to get used to. She explored the rooms in the castle, trying to find a nice small one to claim for her own. She found one that had a small wooden desk and a chair. A convenient study of sorts.

She closed her eyes as she sat in the chair, sending her using her mind to send her spirit back to the physical realm. An arduous process due to her lack of magical energy, but it was possible.

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Zenovia's took inhaled sharply as she sat up, as if she was having a bad dream. She looked around, her companions were sitting around or cleaning a carcass.. The books she had received from the Warlock seemingly fell out the sky onto her lap. She quickly collected them, shoving them into her satchel, hoping that nobody noticed them. The shaman had a plethora of excuses ready if someone did notice.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Fariha was close to her spell-casting team-mates, but she kept her distance. She felt that it wasn't wise to stick so close to one another, especially when dealing with a rampaging beast and another spell-caster. She analysed the scene. The Rat Ogre was more or less covered, literally and metaphorically by her allies. So attacking it now would be difficult for her, for she feared that she may injure someone unintentionally with what she was about to do.

The elf noticed that the rat shaman had covered itself in a vile looking, green flame which acted as a shield. It had launched a spell at Ayse, who managed to dodge it. Perhaps with quite a lack of finesse, but she couldn't expect such things of everyone. The archer took in a deep breath as she drew her empty bowstring, sliding her right foot back and lowering her body. To many, it might look like she had gone mad, trying to fire a bow without an arrow. But they would soon realise her plan.

The center circle of the Five Fold lit up upon drawing her bowstring, she stopped at full draw. A pale white glow ran across the string, starting from the string nocks and meeting at her fingers. The light grew in a straight line from her fingers to her left hand that held the bow, slowly taking on the shape of an arrow. As the arrow formed, the body of her bow began to glow as well; she waited for a few moments before releasing her spell. The force of the shot pushed back at Fariha, but her lowered stance had prevented the force from pushing her off balance. She breathed heavily, lowering her bow. Her magical pool wasn't large enough to sustain her spells, but it was truly the only solution she could think of at the time.

Against these unholy flames, the arrow of light should be able to penetrate and perhaps kill the shaman. However should the flames be strong enough to withstand the arrow, they would surely be extinguished for some time.

The Faraway Land

@Darkmoon Angel@Thinslayer

My next post will hopefully have Zenovia waking up, so she'll can interact with Ivan!

EDIT: I'll try get it up tomorrow.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

@Denny I must apologise, because I have suddenly realised that I can't actually respond to this RP in a timely manner.

Thus I will be withdrawing. Feel free to do as you please with Maleko. He can be an NPC for you!

Good luck with the RP

The Faraway Land

@Thinslayer
I've been pretty busy with classes recently, sorry. I'll try get a reply out soon.

Endless Quest - A Fantasy Dungeon RP

Unfortunately for Fariha, she had been observing the battle that raged around her instead of paying full attention to what we in front of her. She back stepped as the rats approached her; it seemed that the ratkin could form some sort of tactic after all. Their nimble movements meant that there wasn't enough time to sheath her knife and nock her bow. They surrounded her in a triangular fashion, like an ambush.

As all three moved in to attack, she flung her knife at the rat with the rapier, moving toward it as the knife lodged itself in the beast's neck, it's weapon clattering onto the stone. The skaven with the dwarven halberd had swung downward, but narrowly missed, the blade digging into the stone floor. Fariha turned around, but before she could retrieve an arrow from her quiver, the ratkin with the axe and dagger jumped onto her, swinging downward with both weapons, lacking any sort of finesse. The elf pushed back with her bow, catching the rat mid-swing, causing their weapons to clash. They struggled against each other for a moment before Fariha turned her body, throwing the skaven off balance and to the side.

The beast with the halberd swung in a sweeping motion at the elf, but instead of hitting her, it cut it's comrade clean in half. It shrieked in anger, raising the weapon once more at the wood elf, but it was too late. THWACK. an arrow had burrowed itself into the ratkin's chest. It stood still for a moment before collapsing onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

As she retrieved her arrows from the corpses, a roar echoed out. It wasn't the lupine's this time, but it was something almost equally as menacing. A rat ogre. She observed the beast as it came down, searching for vital points. It was just a ton of muscle, which normal arrows would not be able to penetrate well. Fariha took a moment to flick the blood off her arrows before placing them back into her quiver.

Despite her analysis of the beast, she chose to nock an arrow into her bow. She pulled back and fired in one swift movement, the arrow whistling in the air. Her aim was slightly off due to the distance and the fact that the ogre was a blob of just pure muscle. The arrow lodged itself into it's shoulder, but it didn't penetrate very much, as predicted. She cursed under her breath as she advanced forward, closing the distance ever so slightly. Perhaps she could take down the shamans instead.

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Maleko Kaiwi

@Denny

As usual, Maleko went about his daily routine. Which consisted of waking up super early in the morning and tending to his livestock. Interestingly, the animals on the farm had become accustomed to their owner's schedules, so they too were awake when the young man strolled into the barns. "Spring is here, my friends! And hopefully we'll have visitors again~", he said cheerfully as he opened the barn's roller doors, letting the early rays of sunshine in. The dairy cows looked at Maleko in response to his words, "Great.." he imagined them saying. "Oh come now, you just need to be patient with the amateurs." He chuckled as the cattle walked out into the open pastures. After opening the the next few barns to let out the other livestock, he took a moment to look at the pasture.

The first thing that most people would notice about Maleko's farm, was that it was mostly a large open field with a small flowing stream that cut through the land. His various livestock roamed freely in this field. The outer fences seemed to merely mark the property rather than keep the animals in and out. Much to people's surprise, the animals would never leave the pasture, thus a proper fence wasn't needed anyway. Maleko and his family believe that they owed this behaviour mostly to the Harvest Goddess, blessing them with well behaved livestock.

The young man made his rounds on the pasture, checking the health of all of his animals as well as collecting some of the fresh products they made. Although it didn't seem efficient, it was better for the cattle as they were more relaxed in the pasture, thus making it easier to milk them.

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Maleko made his way to the town, knowing that now was around the time that tourists and potential residents started to dock at the port and see Hope Valley for the first time. He spotted Chester almost immediately and strolled right up to Mayor of the town. Maleko gave Chester a firm pat of the back in greeting, "Good morning, Chester! Already eager to see the newcomers, huh?" He laughed. The young man brought out a glass bottle of milk, handing it to the Mayor. "Fresh from the farm, you look like you could use some~!" He added with a cheerful grin.

The Faraway Land

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@Darkmoon Angel

Evil cackling in the distance

Story of Seasons: Greener Pastures (Still looking for Co-GM!)

Maleko

Maleko

General Info

Name: Maleko Kaiwi
Birth Date: Fall/18th
Age: 25

Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Profession: Livestock Farmer

Physical Info

Appearance:
Standing at around 5’9”, Maleko has an athletic build due to his time spent farming, however his skin tone is due to his heritage. His somewhat short brown hair is usually rather unkempt as he’s not very worried about his appearance. His eyes have a strong green colour which is often the first thing that people notice when they see him, and it’s also usually the first thing people refer to when describing him. Maleko also has tribal tattoos that run down his left arm, which can sometimes be quite intimidating to most people.

Attire/Style:
Maleko dresses rather casually to almost everywhere he goes, opting to wear a simple button up shirt with an undershirt and a pair of cargo pants with boots. Although one would expect these clothes to be rather dirty due to his profession, they’re often quite clean for.. unknown reasons. He never tries to hide his tattoos since he’s quite proud of them.

Mental Info

Personality:
Maleko is a very welcoming person, he always likes to meet other people and get to know them. He likes it when people take interest in his work, he’ll often offer a tour around his farm and possibly give them a souvenir. Maleko can be quite trusting to a fault, but that doesn’t mean he’s gullible or careless about protecting the things and people he cares about, he can become quite vicious if someone tries to harm his farm or his friends, thus making quite a good friend to have.

Likes:
Most animal products, fish, flowers, sea shells, chocolate, coffee, socialising, all sorts of cakes, animals, rain, night walks
Dislikes:
Garbage, overly boisterous people, weeds, hiking, disrespectful people, rocks

History:
Maleko was born in Hope Valley. His parents were livestock farmers and have been that way for generations. However it’s interesting to note that his ancestors were seafarers before they settled on islands. Although he couldn’t remember much of his childhood, it was quite lively. His parents weren’t rich, but the bonds they shared with the community was priceless and many friendships had grown from when he was young. However as time passed, people left the valley as they saw opportunities elsewhere, leaving the Kaiwi family almost by themselves.

As a young lad, Maleko had always adored the animals on the farm, and often helped tend to them whenever he could. He enjoyed walks on Sunset Beach as well, picking up random seashells and the like. But as he grew older, his responsibilities began to increase as his parents grew old and sick.

By the age of 21, his parents had passed away and the farm was left to him. Like his parents, he grew up to be a very friendly person who would never let a friend down. He hopes that with the help of Chester, Hope Valley will be brought back to it’s former glory and possibly more.