Restalaan

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

@TheRedWatcher @Klumsykrow357 @Perse @KaelRavenheart @SrslyAnArtist@The Man Emperor@Blazion @SrslyAnArtist@AngelofOctober @ZephyrHope

Körbl Meier

Another joined körbl attack as they struck together before his eye widened despite it connecting.

The flesh felt like nothing before, that wasn't surprising, it was the fact that Dr.Novis managed to held the beast jaws in place like it was nothing.

A burning sensation filled him as he quickly jumped away before a literal storm of attacks blurred with one another and indiscriminately as he took his distance. He readied for any opportunity to strike or distract Novis.

Alas, it seemed a futile effort before his comrade deemed that discretion was the better part of valor and summoned a portal.

Briefly, Körbl wondered why didn't they just use that to escape in the first place but he pushed that away and blurred like a flash, joining his comrades and flew through the portal into another safe area.

Landing and sliding on his feet, Körbl looked around cautiously and quickly before deeming it safe. Following Abby closely like a bodyguard, he realized that he had just abandonded his swords just to get out of here. A brief lost and sensation came, recalling all the good and bad times with it. It's final battle where it shattered, alongside the many other companions. The sweat, tears and joy that he shared with them. Gone, and perhaps, lost.

Though thinking on it, while it was memorable and meaningful, it was ultimately still a sword. He can do without it. Crunching his hands, Körbl sighed and moved past it by thumping his chest gently in respect for it.

He was just in time to break out of his thoughts and saw parts of their group flee without them. Leaving spots in his eyes as he just caught the shadows disappearing with Ameliya, Kanata, Julia and who knows whoever.

Looking to his chains and the outside, did this meant he was free?

The air, and looks, it was...nostalgic. Sweet even.

A brief moment, he allowed it.

Then he was back to Körbl, the Blattmeister.

"Miss Abby. Our contract is finished."He then bowed deeply to her and respectfully before tossing the piece of sharp metal to her. Giving her a slight shock as she took several tries to catch it without cutting her hands. Once it did, she would notice just how fragile, sharp and small the piece of shiv was.

Though it was the same shiv that Körbl made a mess out from an entire squadron of highly trained guards and operatives.

But her focus settled on the engravings on it, a phone number. Pressed in with thumbs.

"If you need my protection, or need someone to be taken care of. Call that number. I'll do one job for free." Körbl professionally said before looking to burn Abby's features one last time in his mind. Shame, if he was younger or less dangerous, he can see himself asking her out.

Alas, that was not the life he chose.

He was the blattmeister, an inheritor of the Meier family sword style.

Strength was all he sought.

"Thank you."

And so that was how he shall live.

"And good bye."

Before she could blink, Körbl blurred. Similar to how Katana moves but his was self-taught and forged in a different manner. Completely avoiding the public eyes, cameras, and even phones. Despite his arms still restrained, it prove little to do anything as multiple wallets, a pair of shoes, an unattended coat, and a hat from a sports fan was deprived of their owner, then finally, a small proper knife meant for wood carving meant missing.

Live by the sword.

By the time he reached the exit, Körbl had shaved, cut his hair, and moved towards a quiet area. Find where he was, get into the underground and start his training all over again.

Die by the sword.

A shiver came before his lips parted to reveal a large maniacal smile. Whispering the one hero name that defeated and locked him.

All this time, he hadn't seen the top of the mountain.

Now that he had seen it, the yearning and desire to climb it burned ever brighter.

This time, this time!

I shall win!

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Hearing that Sorae just acknowledging their help was the best they could get, he supposed.

"Now, now, let's not get too ahead." Skarsneek brushed it off good-naturedly at Sorae words. "That only happens after us getting to know one another better in the stack."

"But sure! It's a deal." He gave a thumbs up before deciding to move and part ways but not before he turned around. "Once this done, don't forget, you meet up with us and help Takeshi. We're gonna need every hand on this."

Turning to Atsuha and her sister, Skarsneek lead the way as he scouted for tracks. If the killers used the ground, it wouldn't be hard but Skarsneek had a sinking suspicion that they have also used trees and whatnot to mask their path.

"Alright, keep an eye out for any tracks and check the trees too. Broken branches, footprints, what not." He paid close attention, not wanting to lose this competition.

Once Skarsneek is on the trail, he'll follow it relentlessly. Using all senses, including scent, to find the killer track.

After all, he had a plan for this killer.

---

Gringor of the Ironhide tribe

His charge, meant to swipe all resistance, was itself swiped as the elites reacted far better in their coordination to tripped him up. His legs stumbled and rolled messily across the floor.

Blood rushed to his head and fury filled his vision as he held the halberd hard enough that his veins showed.

Thankfully, all three of them was blasted away and he felt his ears rung from it. Made worse when the acrid scent of smoke filled his nostrils and he had to held back a cough.

Seeing Nobutada close to taking care of the three, Gringor roared as he jumped towards one of the elite and ruthlessly tackled one elite to the ground before he pummeled him with his bare first. By the time his third blow came, the Elite was knocked out.

Yet this didn't deterred Gringor as he moved onto the next. Joined by Nobutada who they then proceed to clean up all of the remaining elites.

When the coast was clear, the thrumming heat of battle left and just left Gringor with an unsatisfying taste of victory. It was hardly one that he was proud of and felt more like a fool.

But that if those were merely elites, then perhaps the commanders must be much stronger. Similar to that ponce he fought at the early stages of the beach. That lifted his spirits, more exciting fight to come.

His thoughts were broken when Nobutada addressed him and his intentions.

"Gringor, Ironhide tribe." He looked around and went back for his axe, the demonic silver weapon fashioned after a simple but crude axe, the familiar feeling returning to his hands as he inspected the weapon once. "Heard there was a big scrap, so I came."

"Your warboss got captured like a git, so your underboss, Takeshi, is going for another round." Gringor rested the axe against his shoulders and turned to Nobutada. "Sent me here to collect the leftover bois, said you're the toughest."

He then looked at the damage and prodigious strength, it certainly lived up to the description. Thoughts of clashing against it also came and he smiled wickedly at that.

He'll shelve that urge to set the record straight for being the toughest later. They needed to round up everyone and can't afford to waste time. "He also said he can't some because he's dressed as a maiko? Miko? Don't know what he meant by that."

"So, you coming with your bois? Or do I got to crack all of your heads before we go?" Gringor gestured with a thumb to the general direction of their meeting point.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully at her words, though clearly not appreciative of her answer.

Who knows what will happen if he just leave her be.

No, perhaps he'll try one again.

"Hmph, you don't need to ask for our help or accept it." Skarsneek waved before grinning. "We'll just follow you and do what we want!"

"Like you said, you don't want to involve others but it's our job to be involved in this. Shizuyaman affairs or not." He said without any shame then, a much more different tone that he’s been using as Skarsneek honestly said what he felt and thumped his chest proudly."Besides, letting a lovely lady go into danger isn't my style. What might my parents say if lil Skar didn't do the right thing because someone said no?"

And if she makes a run for it he was a pretty good tracker himself. Comes with escaping and hiding, he was pretty confident he can track her down at least.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Before he could snag the knight, the latter let go of his weapon before rolling away. Grabbing the fallen weapons in his hand easily before coming back to face him.

Then without a word, two more of those elites came in. Wielding the same halberd that he liberated in his hand, he twirled it once before taking his stance. Lowered for a thrust as his eyes studied each of them, shifting to the sides before standing still, then quickly shifting again.

After a moment, Gringor charged forward with the halberd in hand. This time, instead of anything fancy, a single thrust was aimed for the dual-wielding axe elite that it blurred.

Gringor aimed to skewer for the knight and his armor as he added additional momentum by twisting his hips. If the other knights decide to do anything else, Gringor will used brute strength to batter them off with the halberd and take his distance back. Not taking any risk as he took a comfortable pace of stabbing and slamming the elite counter-attack with their halberd while ensuring he's constantly pushing at them.

The rage build up within and he forced it instead into his strikes, lending more power in each blow.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

"Hmm..." Skarsneek stroke his chin and scrunch his face in thought after Sorae laid her answer to them, it seemed reasonable but hardly efficient. If she dies in the process then all their work would go down the drain and in a worse scenario.

Yet they can't leave traitors behind their lines now, can they? They'll do as much damage to their fight as the Varjans do in the front line.

"How about we help you out? You could always use a couple of distractions," Skarsneek gestured with a thumb to where Tomi would be napping. "They know there's a dragon but they don't know that you live."

"And if they don't know that you live, they got a nasty surprise!" Skarsneek grinned mischievously before dropping that act. "But honestly, I doubt your lord Taka is going to let you do this alone and I'm sure he'll definitely ask to come along to help which prob has us getting involved too."

"Besides...if the Varjans are involved," Skarsneek smiled but it was strained at the sides, as he had to restrain the filling rage surging out. "Then I can't in good conscious just leave it now, can I?"

"But that's just my thinking, feel free to use our help even as meat targets." He ended and dusted his hands dramatically before shrugging to Sorae, accepting whatever her decision is.

Though he wondered what exactly should they do, the day was still long after all.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

The rush of his weapon being diverted forcefully snapped his attention completely before that was brutally paid with a backhand, it barely moved his neck but the sheer surprise shocked him more than the damage. Enabling an axe swung downwards and slammed into his arm, striking a nerve that involuntary shook his grip out of reflex.

In a single motion, the Elite rammed his weapon right towards his torso, failing to even break skin but the force was enough to start pushing him backwards into a wall and further away from his weapon.

This

Gringor grimace turned into a feral smile as the pounding in his head got louder and louder. Eyes seeing red at the corner of his eyes as he gripped below the halberd axe, forced it to the sides by sheer power and strength.

Was fun!

A single lash of his kick aimed dead center at one of the Varjan warriors with a shield and arrested their charge completely. When the elite pulled their weapon back, Gringor strained and jerked backwards for a heartbeat before he let go of, turning the strength against the former overstretched his retreat, leaving the last shielded warrior to Gringor.

An opportunity that the high orc did not miss as he pummeled downwards with a hammer blow, the fist sending the shield downwards and leaving the warrior exposed for a brief moment.

Gringor shoulder shook once and a blurring fist crushed right into the Varjan chin, its impact sending him off his feet and straight to the brain. Rattling it and no doubt, enough to knock the man clean.

But that was not enough, Gringor grabbed the mans leg much to the Varjans shock. Twisted his foot as he spun around once, and tossed the man's unconscious body like a sack of potatoes right towards the last remaining shield warrior.

The moment it left his hand, Gringor charged forward hard enough to leave an imprint of his foot onto the prayer hall floor as an animalistic roar bellowed out from him. Shaking the prayer halls and throat as the shine of his eyes looked like a demon from the prayer candle.

Gringor's eyes was peeled as he readied to snatched the halberd with his hands and slide all the way downward into grappling range.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

The tense moment was shattered when Tomi suddenly decide to then set a building on fire while roaring. It's flames hot enough to melt whatever cinders that were left before she looked to calm down much more by remarking to get this over with so she can take a nap.

Resisting the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, Skarsneek just kept his attention on Sorae.

Hearing what happened as they moved to somewhere quieter, Skarsneek sat crosslegged across Sorae, keeping a close distance to the Hangai sisters protectively.

Once they were seated and ready, Skarsneek went to the point for Sorae questions.

"Your forces got totaled. Only a handful survived. Takeshi man is trying to rally what's left together to continue fighting. That includes you." He waved his hand to the sides nonchalantly but he suppressed the annoyance for now. The clan was supposed to be here was pretty much reduced to one. So that put a damper on things. "As to his father, ain't got a clue. We know he might be taken by the Varjans and kept alive but aside from that, no one else that fought in the beach made it."

"Well, aside from that Roku guy. Turned into a mamono undead and came back for more. Got to love that kind of tenacity." Skarsneek grinned, appreciating the slight irony of a person that hated mamono becoming one.

"But yea, I usually don't pry but considering the desperate situation, I got to ask," Skarsneek adjusted himself and one of his arms rested on his club. "You said something about traitors and assassins being sent? You got any ideas who they are or suspect at least?"

Bad enough they're already fighting a losing war, it's worse if they don't solve the internal problems quickly.

Besides, he knows a few ways to turn those traitors into their side. Especially if some are on the fairer sex. Skarsneek leered at that thought.

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@PaulHaynek

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Gringor felt the rush in his blood as they plow through the Varjan in their way, all the while smiling as he caught Nobutada showing that he was indeed living to his description. Seeing how things just bounced off or outright shatter against his frame, putting his own Ironhide tribe moniker to the test. It certainly made Gringor even more eager to test Nobutada out.

For now, he directed his ire into the Varjans, slamming and cutting them with his demon silver axe. Draining them of energy and feeling it empower his own.

Soon, Nobutada broke down a door, leading to a large statue and candles lit everywhere around it. It felt like those sacred places where shamans do their rituals to the elemental spirits though those often involved more than just prayers.

Fanning out and being tasked to hold this place, Gringor only saluted Nobutada with a hefty smack of his fist to the chest.

Even as Nobutada left, Gringor was soon occupied new enemies. Two of them carried broad and axe but the one proved to be the most interesting one for him. A man that wielded a halberd and dressed in a much fancier armor.

He cracked his neck, readied himself like a bull ready for a charge before diving forward into the halberd wielding foe. A side-sweep with his axe, blazing at a breakneck pace.

But Gringor had other plans, whether it hit or miss. He would dash off to the sides, and bore right into one of the other axe and shield Varjan warrior instead.

Letting out a howl loud enough to pierce one bones, Gringor aimed to smash both shield and foe together in a single strike. His axe going far past the opponent and close enough that even if the shield caught the axe head, the strength behind would send him flying.

He wanted to savor this fight, and these extras weren't needed.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Slypheed

That's a shame, well, you're welcome to come back if you want in the future.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Atsuha and Hinami answer didn't placate him at all, if anything it heightened his suspicion more as he looked back and forth between the sisters.

I'll have to talk to Hinami later if I can. Skarsneek decided at the end, hopefully, it's just his gut feeling being wrong in this one instance instead of the usual, and horribly accurate, instinct.

"Well, if you say so." He clapped both of his hands together to shift the topic before turning to Tomi the dragon and gestured his head to the sides. "Happy to work with a beautiful and strong dragon, if there's any trouble, we'll be relying on you."

"Alright then, let's head out!" Skarsneek said and made his journey after Takeshi told of their rendevous zone. Taking the lead as he moved ahead of the sisters and blonde dragon, having already memorized the map during the journey in his head.

He did however turned back and looked at all his other teammates before giving them a thumbs up.

@Hammerman, @Rune_Alchemist @Rezod92 @Dark Cloud @Slypheed @Noblebandit

"Don't die, yea?"

And with that, Skarsneek left but not before passing by Gringor and blow him a raspberry.

"You can die."

A snort is all that Gringor replied back before the high orc left for his own journey.

Throughout the journey, Skarsneek maintained a cheery mood as they traveled to their location. Taking in the scenery and beautiful sights occasionally, noting just how scenic it would've been if it wasn't because of the war and the fact that this entire island is populated by people who despise mamonos.

We should be there soon. He hummed as they arrived into a green plateau, though that's when he spotted something from afar. There's the sign of dark billowing smoke, steady, small but numerous.

With a click of his tongue, Skarsneek waved towards his companions to signal them. "Prepare for some trouble."

Moving closer to the estate, the smell of blood, decay and death filled his nose. The worst already coming to mind until he saw some of the conditions that the corpse was left behind. For one, it didn't look like it was the Varjan’s handiwork but rather, the Shizuyama’s own weapons instead.

Civil war? No, perhaps a traitor? Skarsneek surmised as it didn't seem that farfetched. Someone had to be profiteering from the situation after all. It's possible some radicals might have joined forces with the Varjans since Takeshi was willing to at least talk to them, Varjan won't even give that sort of courtesy.

In that moment of contemplation, a shadow briefly fell over him and before Skarsneek could process what happened, a new presence made itself known by kicking Tomi away before landing right behind Hinami.

Before she finished her words, Skarsneek had both of his clubs assembled as one and pointed them toward the intruder like a spear.

"Takeshi sent us since he couldn't come, and he's still dressed as a miko." He recited quickly before snarling past his clenched teeth. "So step away from her, now."

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Moving around the island, Gringor strode through his destination with a crude map in hand. It wasn't the most accurate but it had enough landmarks for him to figure things out.

Eyes wandered around even as his mind wrapped around the situation their in now that he was alone with no one else. The enemy had plentiful supplies, a larger army, reserves, weapons, and elites available. The odd was highly against them, the only thing working for them was the geographical knowledge but that's if the locals decide to share with them.

Sure, it will be a good fight but it's also not fun losing and orcs don't lose. They can't afford to.

Brushing his hair, Gringor only sighed. Working with humans that don't like them was going to be a pain.

Approaching the temple, he could see from afar that something didn't mixed. The temple walls, stone, and design, all of it matched one another.

The spike walls and crude watch towers certainly didn't.

A shift in the winds direction allowed him to pick up a few certain scent in the air and he grin ear to ear.

Varjans.

Sticking and keeping his profile low, Gringor moved stealthily to get a better look at what he's dealing.

Then once he was close enough, it seemed that there was a prisoner being escorted. From the look of his clothes, bald head, and the multiple guards around him, Gringor surmised that the monk must be who they were looking for. Though the temptation of just barging in and destroying the Varjan was tempting, he'll need to get the monk out first since that's their main objective.

He'll have some fun after that but for now, it was time for his job.

Getting closer to the prison escort and into their expected travel path, Gringor stayed hidden as he waited patiently like a hunter. Though it did little to settle the fast, pounding and ferocious heart as a battle of patience waged within his mind. One urging to go in and simply tear them to pieces while the other urged for his prey to get closer so he can focus on nothing but tearing them to pieces.

Once they did, Gringor sprung out from his hiding spot like a Tiger. Brandishing his demon silver axe, he swung it hard enough that it appeared a blur even as it drained the guards of their energy spirit. Another slash brought another down, after five seconds or less, Gringor took down two guards already.

Turning sideways to check onto Nobutada, Gringor lash his axe out to cut the latter's bond to free him before turning his attention back to the Varjans. "Come, let's fight these Varjan's to the death."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Unfortunately, no. I'm just checked out on this rp.

@WanderingDragon

Oh, well that's a shame. It was fun having you though. If you manage to sort out your RL, drop by again.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@FrogRFlowR@AzureKnight

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Having the tall dragoness landing next to him, his eyes was drawn towards her immediately. Seeing that amazing body upclose once again, only serve to enflame the goblin's desire. Briefly missing out on her question about his gender.

Though when Atsuha came in, it served as cold water to his train of thoughts and allowed him to quickly shift on other things. He cleared his throat in an attempt to mask his stare.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely keep myself safe." Skarsneek gently pushed her wagging finger but not before entangling it with his own hand for a brief hand-hold. "Wouldn't want to worry the missus now."

At the corner of his eyes however, he noted Hinami...subdued temperament. An oddity itself as he was sure that undead was supposed to be much more upbeat and spying the lack of the paper talisman looking thing in front of her, in place of it was some other form of magic circle.

"Say...is your sister okay?" Skarsneek said in a lower voice and shared a glance with Atsuha before turning it to Hinami. "She's a bit quiet since yesterday."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

<Snipped quote by Restalaan>

I did, I made an earlier post stating as such. I like this picture better and think it suits her more

@AzureKnight

Huh, I must have missed it then. My bad.