Rekaigan

Shards of Magic

I'm quite interested in this one! I hope it's not full up already. (Or dead even.)

Is it restricted to Western dragons or am I allowed to be a noodle dragon?

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

I guess we'll form a nice queue, ay?

Coyote Hustle

He's dead and we've killed him.

Coyote Hustle

Literally Yeva

Welp

Elder Tale: Sapporo the winds of fortune

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The Shrine maiden's constant stuttering was giving Matsuko a massive headache. Had she not been chewing on a fat pork chop, she would've told the girl to be quiet. It was interesting to see a Lander come to an Adventurer first, but well.. There was a first for everything. Fear does anything to people. She had half a mind to say 'no' because she was still eating and didn't like being interrupted, but with Tafui around, she'd most likely have to go along with whatever he decides. Follow the hand that feeds you.

Matsuko stared in awe for a moment as she watched her companion eat faster than she'd ever seen him eat. She gave him a one-handed back rub to keep him from choking to death and ending up at the cathedral in the lamest way possible. With a single big chomp, the Sword Dancer finished her pork chop, tossing a clean bone onto the ground. She gave her hands a quick clean before patting a nervous Tafui on the shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You'll be fine, Tafui. I'm here. And remember, this event will attract more Adventurers like us. We're not alone." She said in a soft voice as the followed the miko.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

ONWARD TO THE NEXT CLASS!!

_{@Guess Who@suku@Awesomoman64}

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Just as the faunus had finished tying the tentacles to a pole like a triad of shoelaces, he was attacked by even more roots. "How generous of you~" He chuckled as he bat away one of the roots with his cane, intercepting the others with his own tentacles. His job was to distract as many roots as possible, which was working.. relatively.

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For the most part, Llyr was pretty unimpressed by the whole fight. While he may have had just a little bit of fun fighting a thousand branched beast, it seemed that it didn't have the brain to even fight the majority of the class. Strength in numbers he concluded. As the grimm disintegrated unceremoniously, Llyr approached his comrades in arms. "Now wasn't that bloody boring! It's much too bad it didn't do what everyone expected something with tentacles to do!!" He burst into laughter at his own 'joke', if you could even call it one. "But alas, I must bid you all adieu! It is time for the Survival of the fittest!" He added as he loudly snapped his fingers, the bell ringing as if he had set it off himself.. Such impeccable timing. He even gave a bow as if it was some sort of performance.

"May we dance again!" He grinned as he took Cian's hand, giving it a light kiss before combat rolling out the door, the same way he entered. Dramatically.

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Since Llyr didn't know where the class was, it wasn't long before he just got lost on the outskirts of the campus. A slight breeze blew by and you could probably imagine a tumbleweed rolling passed him. That's how lost he was. His eyes flit from side to side, gazing at the vast emptiness that was in front of it. Perhaps 'emptiness' was an exaggeration. There were trees.. A few. The Squid kid shrugged nonchalantly as he proceeded to keep walking in a seemingly random direction. Maybe not 'walking' per say. Skipping, jumping, hopping, rolling.. pogo..ing. All such things equated to 'walking' for Llyr.

Buccaneers and Blades (Fantasy, High Casual)

Vaeri

Vaeri Ernala

Race/Species: Great clan Elf
Gender: Female
Age: 45 (Appears around mid 20's)
Role:
TBA
Skills/Traits:

• Shield and Axe
  From a young age, Vaeri was trained as a warrior. While most Elves of the Great Clan around herself used swords, she used an axe as she felt the brutality of such a weapon felt powerful. Time and time again, she proved her worth during sparring practice; besting her peers more than enough times to impress them as well as the seasoned warriors of her clan.
• Roaring Tides
  Her strength was something to be reckoned with. But her movements were like the tides. Flowing with power and grace. With this kind of fighting style, Vaeri tends to sidestep and deflect attacks rather than block them squarely, following it up with a heavy blow from her shield or axe like a crashing wave.
• Spirits of the Deep
  Like many of her kin, Vaeri can call upon the spirits to aid her. Due to her heritage, she is more attuned to the spirits of water. The voice of which is more clear to her than any other element even if it's still just an emotion or a murmur. With the power of these spirits, her style of fighting is much more formidable.
• Surefooted
  Her time spent with the Woad elves has made her quite difficult to stumble.
• Seafaring
  From her parents, she learned the way of seafaring. Reading the movements of the wind and water around a vessel. However she is still inexperienced with larger ships, being more used to smaller vessels such as Cogs, Caravels, it's Elven variants and Northman Warships when it comes to maneuvering. She has a good sense of direction and often knows which way she is headed in terms of bearing.

Weapons:

• Bearded Axe
• Viking Shield _{(See image)}
• Seax

Physical Description:
Vaeri is a somewhat tall Elven woman, standing at 6ft with the usual muscular build you'd see on any female Great Clan elf. She has long blond hair that she usually ties into a ponytail, and a pair of icy blue eyes. Her oddly fair skin is often painted in blue (As shown in the image) like a kind of war paint, but it would seem that she applies it much like a woman does makeup. Habitually. Because of this she is often mistaken for a 'Woad' elf at first glance. Vaeri has a few scars that litter her body; some cuts on her back and torso, such things are inevitable as a warrior.

Armor:
Like many Great Clan Elves, she wears dull coloured clothing outside her blue painted equipment. She wears simple leather armor to stay lightweight, and furs to keep herself warm against the ocean breeze.

Equipment/Other

• Whetstone
• Compass
• Waterskin

Mental Description/Personality:
Vaeri is a blunt, yet humble person. While she isn't afraid to speak her mind, she does not openly boast of her exploits or personal strength, however she does like to tell stories every so often. Due to her stature, race, and height, she can often seem quite imposing to most who are unfamiliar with her or her clan. While she is mostly a loyal warrior, it doesn't mean that she is gullible. Although some may say otherwise because of her lack of understanding of subtle social suggestions. Ironically she is quite proud of her heritage and will come off as aggressive towards those who mock her clan. Like all elves, Vaeri is very spiritual and will often get upset at those who mistreat what nature provides for them. Having grown up quite secluded from the rest of the world, Vaeri doesn't have much of an opinion on other races outside their outer appearances. She tends to reserve judgement of other people as she chooses to get to know them before making any.

Goals/Aspirations:
Unlike many of her peers in her clan, Vaeri became interested in the cultures of others after training under the Woad Elves. Before training under them, she always thought it was just Elves and Human pirates, as those were the only races that she encountered, however she slowly learned that there were different kinds of elf, and that there was also a plethora of other races. People who lived differently from her, perhaps even someone who lived like her but lived on the other side of the great oceans. While Vaeri was trained to become a great warrior, she also held an interest in story telling. She had always loved listening to the old stories that the elders used to tell her by the campfires.

While learning of others is strange aspiration to have, she has a few other 'goals' that she wishes to fulfill in her life. Surprisingly (Well, surprising to most) she wants to have a family of her own, wanting to teach them as her family had taught her. She wants to be able to regale many stories with them and teach them about the world they live in.

She also wishes to learn how to connect more with the spirits as the elders do.

Background/History:
Vaeri was born into a commune of Great Clan Elves. Although many of her kin lived in the southern jungles, this commune lived in the Northern Isles in close proximity to the Wood elves, spread out across a stretch of forest-covered archipelago. Her parents were amongst some of the few seafarers of this commune, moving between the villages to transport and trade goods. Of course, where there is trade there are pirates. While pirates were few and far between, their existence was still a hindrance to the people; thus the Ernala family trained themselves in order to fight off such scum.

Vaeri began her training as a warrior from a very young age, practicing with her peers from each of the villages that she routinely visited with her parents. Those that have seen Vaeri in battle may have assumed that she was gifted in the art of violence from the day she began training, but interestingly this wasn't the case. In her early years, Vaeri was a crybaby. Enthusiastic about training, but had unguided ferocity and a low pain threshold that would bring shame to any warrior family. During one of Vaeri's bouts of anger, she encountered a patrol of Wood elves after she had run away from one of the villages during training. Still consumed in rage she attempted to attack them with her training weapon, but was quickly subdued. The patrol brought Vaeri back to her parents at the docks, albeit a little battered and bruised. Surprisingly they praised her fearless nature and offered to help train her to become the warrior she had the potential to be.

At first her parents were hesitant, as these elves were different from them but they soon decided to accept the offer. They asked the Woad elves to give her shelter while she trained, as time spent on the sea was time spent away from training. A mutual agreement was struck and Vaeri was taken under the wings of the Woad elves in exchange for some trading between her family and them. For many years, she trained under the Wood elves tutelage becoming the formidable fighter that she is today. Around the age of 40, Vaeri decided to make her own way in life, seeking to fulfill her goals and travel the world. Becoming a pirate was not only ironic, but was also probably the best course of action for her as they usually have a safer passage around the oceans compared to anyone else.

During her journey toward the Sea of Swords, Vaeri traveled through Vrettonia, staying there for a moon or so to 'soak in' the new culture. For the most part she didn't understand the concept of 'Knights' and lavish indulgence, but on the same coin, they didn't really understand her either; seeing her as barbaric and unrefined. She eventually got along with some people, particularly the dualists of Vrettonia. They seemed fascinated by her fighting style and trained with her for a short time before she decided it was time to move on.

The Borderlands was both an interesting place as well as a little depressing. It would seem that human strife was common in this place, yet as always, people seemed to get on with their life or waste away. She wasn't of the mind to help them, nor did she have the means to. To put it simply, Vaeri left it as soon as possible.

Vaeri found herself in the port city of Seacliffe, searching for another crew to join. She'd been using the last few crews as mere transport to go down south. She hoped to start something new now that she had arrived here.

Relationships:
N/A

The Inhospitable Expanse

Katyusha Chaykovsky

_{@TheDarkTemplar@ManoftheNorth}

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In that instant, Katyusha knew she made a mistake. She was mentally kicking herself for forgetting that auto-pilot does not work with re-entry trajectory.. ever. Her mind wanted her to move to take manual control of the craft, but her body was frozen in fear. She wasn't used to high pressure situations like this, especially when she was out of her field. This is why she wasn't cut out to be a combat engineer. She heard Xi call out the Emergency protocol, which the AI thankfully acknowledged. Such words would've come out of her own mouth had she not been in a state of shock. The engineer closed her eyes when the AI announced "Brace for Impact."

The pod finally landed after what felt like an eternity of falling. Suddenly everything stopped.

"Icarus I. Life Pod has successfully made a critical condition landing. Scanners show an on-coming weather system of high speed winds, dense sand particles, and.. bzzz.. ichzz." The AI cut out.. She turned to see Xi ejecting the AI's unit. She quickly released her own restraints running after everyone else. She hastily tapped the small console of her wrist, bringing her drone, Dimitri, to life. The 3ft tall surveyor crawled out after it's owner.

As they made it to the colony, she stopped close behind the others as they were greeted by another group of would-be survivors. Kat stood in silence as the two 'leaders' spoke to each other, discussing the situation. Her eyes wandered around the place as they spoke, her mind going off somewhere else as she thought of what could be in this abandoned colony. She snapped back to reality as she was addressed, "I-It's Katyusha. Katyusha Chaykovsky. And I'd be glad to take a look." She stammered slightly, wondering if her last name meant anything to the people here. She didn't really know how the Azaali knew her name, since she hadn't introduced herself beforehand, but aliens worked in mysterious ways she assumed.

She gave Xi a quick nod before making haste toward the Power Core; Dimitri's legs clacking along as it followed close behind.

Coyote Hustle

Yeva Darbinian

_{@GrizzTheMauler@Dealdric@Saquira@Tybalt Capulet@Overlord Thraka}

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The constant, rhythmic 'Thud. Thud.' of the Enigma was really getting on the young woman's nerves. Not only was this thing massive, it also made a lot of noise. If this place was populated, they'd all be noticed in an instant. Not only that. They were also amassing way too many people. Four was a sizeable number, not enough to get noticed, however this Diver thing counted for at least three.

Suddenly more voices called out behind her. She felt a vein burst in her temple. She stopped in her tracks as she turned around, her gun instantly aimed at the whore's head. She clicked her tongue as she noticed the were-lion she had in tow. Too many people. Way too many people. 'Fuck this. I'm out.', she thought in frustration. 'Clack...Clackclack.' Three small cylinders fell from Yeva's pocket, rolling along the cobblestone for a moment before bursting; releasing a thick smoke around everyone. As silently as a whisper, the Darbininan split from the group running through the alleyway, making seemingly random turns to throw off any would-be pursuer.

She wasn't about to share this shard with any of them.

Coyote Hustle

As in, Yeva's gonna leave all of ya behind in the dust