Restalaan

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Got the character to rest at least, so there's that.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@Enkryption

Gringor of the Ironhide tribe.

Looking at the weird boy leaving after that, he supposed that it can't be helped. Those are really the weird boys and he can't be bothered to work out the inner working of one.

Well, at least she is going back to town for a rest. Maybe finally gotten too tired. Gringor thought, getting rested for another scrap was good. No fun if they can't really enjoy it to the fullest.

Turning to Takeshi, he gestured to him.

"So what youz planning to do now?" Gringor pointed to where the weird boy Alice would've went. "Continue?"

"Or go back to the others?" He then thumbed towards the town where no doubt, the spider, rabbit and not dead girl went instead. Gringor wasn't particularly picky at the moment, as he had a fight, won, and gotten the body warmed up for another.

He'll even call it a good day with how things are going right now.

Heir to the Maou

Gunthar

Moving his shoulder, Gunthar moved forward as he picked the specially made hammer for him. One end blunt and the other sharpened like a pick. A normal human would've struggled to lift it alone by himself, Gunthar picked it up like it weighed nothing as he pulled the cart behind him, with no else needed as he headed deep into the mines.

Reaching his area, Gunthar hefted his tool and struck into the rocks. Not to mine but to tear and gouge. Easily cracking stones in his path as he continued a steady rhythm, break the stones, dig through with the other and shovel the rest into the cart. Barely half an hour before he was already moving back out with cart in hand to dispose of the earth and obtain a new one.

So on and on it goes. Strike at the wall, break the large ones into smaller pieces, shovel them into the cart, move them at the end, repeat and repeat.

Gunthar felt his blood boil at times, he wasn't the smartest and there's food but it wasn't enough.

He wanted to see more, the fabled mountains of where the ogres once came from. Outside of this camp, anywhere besides this place.

So with that, he swung and worked his frustration out at the mountain. Carving stones, earth and even sometimes the precious mineral as he bore down with his hammer relentlessly. It reached a point where he had to stopped as he found the debris at shin length, forcing him to stop and shovel all of it while taking multiple carts.

@Saiyan@EmmaZ

On his way out, covered in dust and dirt, his eyes met with the trio again and nodded out of habit to them as he carried the cart loaded with soil and dirt behind to dispose off. Only grunting deeply as he focused on his job.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@Nakushita@Rezod92@Dark Cloud

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Skarsneek grinned as he kept the distance at a close as he kneed, slammed and struck the warrior mages as fast as he can. They had to lower the number differences otherwise they'll get the advantage in the long run.

So with a powerful kick, Skarsneek got rid of the Immortals assigned to him. He was about to aid Kerry before a new presence made themselves known, walking out in blue and gold armor. Flicking his hands to the sides as the warriors created a sword from thin air, which then began to spark and erupted into a flaming.

A warlock from the scarce legion? Then again, this invasion was already poised for the entirety of Zipangu, of course they'll bring all the heavy hitters that they can.

Seeing the warlock gestured to them, Skarsneek spat to the sides as Kerry approached him for a plan.

"Overwhelm him." Skarsneek kept it simple, looking around for any objects that he can utilized. The net was done, so all that's left are baskets, oars, and maybe dried fishing baits.

He'll have to improvise from what he got then, Skarsneek thought as he twirled his club before thrusting it out, then swung upwards. Catching a straw basket handle and sending it flying, doubting it'll be any use of a distraction as he snapped to the left, hoping that Kerry will follow up to the right.

Skarsneek feinted a few times before striking low at the knee caps, wary of the fiery sword and avoiding it at all cost but continued to close in beyond common sense. He had to, bringing it to this close range where he can't swing that sword effectively or use any spells was paramount to their victory.

Though if that failed, as Skarsneek continued in a flurry of attacks. He can hope to drive the warlock far enough to shove him into the river. Then once that's done, they might have a chance.

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@Enkryption

Gringor of the Ironhide tribe

Seeing the weird boy suddenly continued their brawl had taken him off-guard for a moment. Was this really the time when they're on the job?

Not that he was complaining, but there's a war to be won. They can do it later when they're resting and not mid-journey.

So when she stopped and talked to Takeshi underboss, Gringor didn't hesitate.

Flinging his foot forward, it landed squarely on her chest but not to damage, his intent was to push and off-balance her enough before he slammed her down to the ground as gently as he can.

Swinging once, his axe was inches away from her neck and gave him near control over her as he shifted his foot to kept her pinned down. He had no time to waste on exercises like this.

"You lost, means you follow what I say." He declared before lifting his weapon away from her neck

"So where you going?" Gringor didn't really paid attention to what she was searching but he figured if it was important enough that she had to go back despite bashing so many heads in, it has to be worth something.

Once he did received his answer, Gringor would lift his foot and let Alice lead the way. Letting Takeshi ahead as well for now.

Heir to the Maou

@Restalaan You wanna go first?

@Saiyan

You go first, i got a busy day ahead.

Heir to the Maou

Gunthar, Slave 24601

18, Male, Demon (Ogre)

Skin: Tan

Eyes: Brown eyes.

Hair: Black hair, tied in a single long braid and a large metallic ring hang at the end.

Body: Standing at 10 foot tall, large, stocky and some might considered fat. An unusual sight for one within a labor camp but all that bulging gut are muscles rather than just fat alone. A common physique amongst the ogres that lived in the cold mountains for Gunthar tribes. His face without the helmet is one that is a grim disposition as a long scar trailed from one of his eye, the beginning of a short messy beard around his chin.

Backgroud: Gunthar was born within the slave camps and is the second generation of slaves. Elders recognized him as part of the ogre tribes that once resides in the mountains passes of their home country. Tasked with the duty of protecting the vital and strategic areas while also being their home, the Ogre tribe did not need much convinvcing to take up arms when the human army came.

Fighting and repulsing armies after armies despite the overwhelming odds, the Ogre tribe fought fiercely even after the heroes murdered the Demon Lord. Such resistance was finally brought down by the band of heroes and after years of attrition. The once mighty Ogre tribes now laid broken and scattered into the winds, only a handful escaped.

Those that were caught or unable to run, became the target of the human ire as they're forced to work in the mines alongside many others, their prodigious physical strength was now used to haul heavy cargoes, breaking stones, and transporting building material too heavy from other normal demons to carry.

Family: None, was raised amongst the other common ogres separated from their families.

Occupation: Slave. Breaker. Handed a large hammer with a head nearly the size of a barrel, their job is to break large rocks into smaller chunks.

Hobbies: Smashing things. Eating. Walking and exploring but always forced to be shackled or pulled back into place. Dreams of seeing what's beyond the camp.

Party Role: Tank and damage dealer

Aura:
Strength - Petty
Power - Petty
Control - Weak
Resilience - Petty
Overall - Petty +

Heir to the Maou

Gunthar

Heavy thuds followed as a large shadow fell onto a few enslaved people, making them look upwards briefly at one of the few largest that stayed in the prison camp.

Far too large for one that was supposed to belong in a slave camp, alongside the large gut that looked way too unhealthy if it were on a human. A rotund demon gathered at the end of the square where they've been roll called for the day, joining the carters on the right-hand side.

His job was simple, go in, smash the walls, expand the route for the miners and pull the carts for transport. A work that he can do alone which will take multiple demons to do so as he followed his group and the captain assigned to direct them.

Momentarily, he halted in his tracks and looked upwards to the skies. Taking it in and wondered just how far it stretched.

Then just as quickly, that thought left him as he headed inwards to the mines. Not even bothering with an upper shirt since his own skin was probably tougher than most protection, and it'll get extremely hot inside anyways. The only thing that he did wore was the worker trousers and a gut plate strapped around his waist. Protecting his gut and also serves as a belt for him to hold his tools. Utilitarian and bare bones. The only note-worthy thing was his long hair, braided into a singular one with a large metal ring at the end of it.

@EmmaZ

Just for a moment, he spotted another demon looking around. Locking eyes, he remembers this one. Not the name but face, seen her a number of times during his work of carting. Giving a singular grunt, he nodded his head as was taught to him roughly and painfully before moving on.

Gunthar turned his focus and gave himself a meaty thwack across his fist, he shall get more than a cart and obtain more food for himself. That watered his mouth and stimulated his appetite, further driving his motivation as he tromped with much more gusto and speed that was unexpected for one of his size.

Heir to the Maou

Gunthar, Slave 24601

18, Male, Demon (Ogre)

Skin: Tan

Eyes: Brown eyes.

Hair: Black hair, tied in a single long braid and a large metallic ring hang at the end.

Body: Standing at 10 foot tall, large, stocky and some might considered fat. An unusual sight for one within a labor camp but all that bulging gut are muscles rather than just fat alone. A common physique amongst the ogres that lived in the cold mountains for Gunthar tribes. His face without the helmet is one that is a grim disposition as a long scar trailed from one of his eye, the beginning of a short messy beard around his chin.

Backgroud: Gunthar was born within the slave camps and is the second generation of slaves. Elders recognized him as part of the ogre tribes that once resides in the mountains passes of their home country. Tasked with the duty of protecting the vital and strategic areas while also being their home, the Ogre tribe did not need much convinvcing to take up arms when the human army came.

Fighting and repulsing armies after armies despite the overwhelming odds, the Ogre tribe fought fiercely even after the heroes murdered the Demon Lord. Such resistance was finally brought down by the band of heroes and after years of attrition. The once mighty Ogre tribes now laid broken and scattered into the winds, only a handful escaped.

Those that were caught or unable to run, became the target of the human ire as they're forced to work in the mines alongside many others, their prodigious physical strength was now used to haul heavy cargoes, breaking stones, and transporting building material too heavy from other normal demons to carry.

Family: None, was raised amongst the other common ogres separated from their families.

Occupation: Slave. Breaker. Handed a large hammer with a head nearly the size of a barrel, their job is to break large rocks into smaller chunks.

Hobbies: Smashing things. Eating. Walking and exploring but always forced to be shackled or pulled back into place. Dreams of seeing what's beyond the camp.

Party Role: Tank and damage dealer

Aura:
Strength - Petty
Power - Petty
Control - Weak
Resilience - Petty
Overall - Petty +

Heir to the Maou

So what kind of demon can we play?

Like, is there any common boundaries or types they're separated in?

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

<Snipped quote by Restalaan>

Lol

I'm kosher with that. Though, Alice will think he's coming for revenge.

And, I do wanna clarify, the flame erupted directly behind Alice. Imagine a D&D grid, [Inverse Eruption] occurs in the square behind Alice, while she attacks the square in front of herself as a feint attack.

EDIT: I may be misunderstanding, so extra clarification: [Inverse Rainbow] doesn't create a wave of blood as an attack.

It's a reversed downward cleave at center mass, and the "rainbow" is from the blood that is cast off Carroll as he is swung in an arc from Alice's front to her back through her target.

@Enkryption

Ah right, I'll get to fixing later on.