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Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@The Irish Tree@Crowvette

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

They didn't notice! Inwardly, he giggled to himself as he leaned forward and relaxed himself.

Looking at the rapidly shrinking fairy, then quick babbling had him raise an eyebrow but he kept a clear head and nodded at each of her statements.

Seems like she wasn't a queen but a knight, well, that's new for him. He always thought there was only a queen and that alone.

Then again, I suppose a queen needs bodyguards. Eyes looked to the sides before returning his attention to the fairy Liliana.

"Hmm, only one of the thirteenth? I wager we warrant more." He teased before turning to Io and at Liliana's claims of divorcing people. That got his attention completely.

"Divorce? Sheesh, that's brutal. I mean, I know Liches are brilliant and all but that's a bit too far." Skarsneek said with a raised eyebrow and leaned away from Io dramatically. "The Fallen God and Church isn't going to like that spell if they knew about it, that's sacrilege."

"In fact, I think it's we better we stay away and pray for her." Skarsneek whispered loudly to Liliana, ignoring that Liliana could see and hear him perfectly despite the hand that covered his mouth. "I heard Fallen Churches send fallen Valkyries to hunt down heretics. You know, like her."

Thinking that's about enough teasing, he dusted his hands before clearing his throat. "But as to your earlier question, Io. We only captured four to five, compared to the Varjans who covered the ocean's horizon in ships."

"How fitting, that it's a fair fight now!" He boasted to lift the spirits at least before moving to Liliana. "And as to when I got here, I was here the whole time. You didn't notice!"

That's when he caught sight of someone familiar, right at the corner of his eyes.

Hmm? Oh, there goes my good mood... Skarsneek rolled his eyes, weighing if he should go and take a look.

Eh, he'll do it later.

"By the way, you saw where my wif-I mean, Atsuha and Hinami went? You know, monster-girl with spider legs and a walking talking undead?" He asked the two.

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@Rezod92@PaulHaynek@Nakushita

Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

"Where's Shizuka or underboss Takeshi?" Gringor asked again as he approached Kerry and Ayu, though he stopped and addressed one part she got wrong.

"Also, I didn't lose," He pointed out with such confidence and statement, that it might've convinced her barring the shallow cut that was obvious from what it came from. In fact, if Kerry paid attention, she'll notice the bruises follow the same lines around his body.

"I simply...got something else to do. It was getting boring anyways." Gringor brushed it off but inwardly, he was fuming.

Him, being beaten? Not a chance, if he was, he'll rather die.

"Can't figure it. If only I can figure it." He mumbled to himself and touch his bruises. Feeling particularly frustrated as he was so close, so close to finding out the timing. So far, only Shizuka had similar movements so perhaps the latter could allow him to grasp the timing.

Still, with that, Gringor would go on ahead to clean himself and the wounds. Waiting for Shizuka or Takeshi to come back, though in the meantime, he dropped by the temple to see Nobutada. Seeing the large monk in person, he approached the latter and didn't bother to mask his presence in his tromping footstep.

"Still sitting? Why not go out and fight? Plenty of head to be bashed in." Gringor asked.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

Alice better never find out. She will be so Victorian Gentlewoman brand petty.

@Enkryption

She'll definitely will, if not from others then definitely from Skarsneek.

The goblins is going to laugh until his stomach hurts.

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Gringor decided he had other things to do first. Certainly not because he retreated, definitely not, just ask him.

But yea, sorry for the late response.

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Skarsneek of the Redhill

@PaulHaynek@Nakushita@Rezod92

“Hmm,” Skarsneek said while rubbing the back of his head in regards to getting information that they don’t already know.

Still, that’s one task down and they headed back to base.

Once there, Ayu welcomed them as Skarsneek unceremoniously dumped Kalaj down the ground.

“The village itself is open, secured, and empty of Varjans.” He curtly said and planted a foot on Kalaj's breastplate. Grinding it as he resisted the urge to do the same to the head. “Get it back running, spread out the refugees, get food, space and clean water.”

“And also I think the survivor needs some company.” He added, sure, Skarsneek get being alone and needing that space but having some people that is undergoing the same circumstances helps. “Yea, there’s only one person that made it out. His family didn’t. Watch out for that.”

Thank god that Ayu is most likely far better in this, Skarsneek didn’t have much experience leading beyond just imitating others and what his parents do when they run their inn.

“I don’t think it’s worth but if Kyouko thinks so, then well, all the best.” He said in regards to Ayu, heartening news on more reinforcement and the lady herself coming. "She brought more backup?"

“Speaking of which, where did Atsuha and Hinami went?”

Once he got his answer, he’ll try to catch up before noticing a new presence. Prompting him to stop for a moment as he looked at the pair. The lich, he saw before but the fairy was new.

@The Irish Tree@Crowvette

So without a word and them noticing, he made his way quietly towards them out of habit. Quiet enough as the two were engrossed in their talk that they didn’t realize he was right there until he spoke out.

Though from their perspective, Skarsneek might as well have appeared out of thin air.

“Hmm, a fairy?” Skarsneek tilted his head to look at the large…small fairy?

“I didn’t know we had a fairy queen joining us. That’s great, at least we got an army. Small as they are.” He leaned forward to meet the child-like size fairy, and for once, being the bigger one. Not realizing that Liliana was simply a fairy and not the queen.

He's also hoping the two wouldn't notice that he was a male goblin, since he was completely dressed in the traditional female goblin clothes, regardless of how few there are.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

The strike came but not from what he expected, in fact, multiple ones came as he felt his body pinball itself from the multiple strikes.

Throughout it all, Gringor kept his eyes open as he fell to the ground at the last strike.

He smelled blood, their strikes finally breaking through his skin but it was still shallow. Most of the damage came from the impact, and he was certain he’ll be feeling it the next day. Getting up to his knees and standing up, teeth gritted hard.

Looking at the situation, Gringor felt his blood boil. His eyes went bloodshot and adrenaline pumped through his body enough that the wound stopped bleeding itself.

Shifting slowly on his foot, he gripped his weapon and got ready again.

This time, preparing himself for a charge and heading off in a blur. It changed in how it was executed as all the Shizuyaman warriors noticed.

Unrefined, nothing but brute strength, barely even worth a novice standard.

But it was there, their foot technique.

In that brief moment of shock and anger of this sacrilege, Gringor already moved ahead. Fast enough to charge off a cliff.

Gringor's legs swung outward as he kicked off from the small crevices from the drop, allowing him to maintain speed and daring move as he arrived to the bottom in an instant.

Taking one last look behind, Gringor swore as he remember all of their scents.

He’ll definitely come back for another round.

With that, Gringor left the scene.

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Returning to the village, Gringor had washed his wound and it stopped bleeding but it was still obvious to everyone to see with the discolored skin since he barely wore anything but his pants anyway.

Reaching into the temple and ignoring the look, he scouted around for Takeshi or Shizuka. Ignoring the rest as he wanted to find the other two for a clue.

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I'll try to get a post soon, sorry.

Just a rough week and little inspiration atm.

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@PaulHaynek

Happy early birthday wishes then.

No worries about the updates and delay, just take your time and sort your RL stuff first.

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@PaulHaynek@Rezod92@Nakushita

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Looking at the fisherman, who seem resigned and thus, not going through his decision. Skarsneek lowered his shoulders even as he continued to have Kalaj held upwards.

"Well, if you say so." Skarsneek said before he slung Kalaj over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Frankly, he'll ditch Kalaj into the river if he was alone but he can prob get some use from that sturdy armor of his. They'll need all the resource they can get.

Before leaving, he stopped at the fishermen's side. "You're a coward."

"But you survive." Skarsneek pointed out, after all, one can't do anything when they're dead. Most of the time. "Survive, and live for others."

With that, Skarsneek left him behind and walked away. Mood already soured from this.

Though with this, it meant that at least lodging and a village was technically free. The colder side of him echoed.

"Right," He rubbed the back of his head as he sorted things out and spoke aloud. "This village can be used, we just need some patrols and manpower. Tear down the walls, scavenge whatever equipment and resource available. Get some food and fresh water, move anyone who wants in. I'll have so much to do for Takeshi-"

"What, this piece of shit?" Skarsneek answered if someone asked what he planned to do with Kalaj. "Dismantle his armor that he's so proud of and turn him into a prisoner. Should make it fun. Might even ask him to dig a grave before I bury him."

"Keep a close eye on that map, maybe Takeshi or someone in the village would know something about it." He motioned his hand to Yuki and a nod of his head.

For Skarsneek, he was heading home. Hopefully he can make it in time for helping his wife.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Seeing the warrior didn't fell for it and hitting air, Gringor had snarled between gritted teeth as he was once again interrupted. One charged at him recklessly and was ready to swat him aside before another slashed occurred.

This time, Gringor felt it. Not the pain, rather, the speed and timing.

A blink of an eye, but it was still enough for him to judge the time.

He barely even noticed the armored kicks, it might as well be as effective as mittens filled with cottons as the blow rained on him.

So with a sharp hammer blow, he rang the varjan warrior that held him down right in the temple. Shaking him down to the spine before feeling the body go slack to unconsciousness. One stomp came, a flash of a hand to catcher before simply pushing it back like a adult to a child, sending the warrior tumbling down but not letting go.

The other came and Gringor swung the other like a doll to crash into the former, arcing around once and then twice before he finally stood up leisurely. A ring of men down, injured or out cold before he finally let go of the improvised human weapon. Imprint of his hand left behind deeply as it swell to a blue and black color.

With the nuisance taken care of, he reached for his weapon and gestured for another round. Then he charged.

This time, he used everything. Nose, sight, sound and feel. Eyes focused on the warrior.

Raising his weapon for a downward strike, Gringor will commit to it this time. Not taking any unnecessary wild swings as he changed his way of fighting. A much more conservative way as he aimed for positioning. Making sure the rest of the other warriors are in his sight as well even as he focused on the lone one. He wanted to enjoy this fight.

If the Shizuyaman warrior dodges, then he'll continue and advance till he pressed the former into the cliff walls.

Roll away, he'll reset his positioning and follow

Parry, then Gringor will slide his weapon and fist forward for a counter attack.

Block, and he'll overpower.

Attack or counter-attack without that flashy thing, then it'll be a dual exchange.

Attack with the flashy thing-

Gringor will slide backward, weapons raised and to block it desperately. The timing was already there, and he can roughly feel it. Something that was born from sheer fighting experience.

Jianghu: Age After War

@OwO

Xiao Shan

Waiting for the shoe to drop, she gulped it all in a single motion. The stinging sensation burned her mouth and she forced droplets of the liquid she's drinking from her fingers as a precaution.

Yet the worse never came, which only furthered confused and frightened her. Was it that subtle of a poison that it'll taste like mere wine before it hit? Indeed, it was an insidious and ingenious design of the Tang clan. It didn't take long for her to finish as she wiped her exposed mouth.

She was then treated to Yuying downing her two jars with no effort before she implied what it really was. Leaving Xiao Shan to blink owlishly at that.

Did she really just drank wine then?

"...Oh." She stand there awkwardly, glanced towards the empty jar, and rubbed the back of her head before tossing the jar aside nonchalantly.

A little regret came as she couldn't sample or taste any of the good stuff then. She had just let it slide down her throat "Can I have one more jar then?"

Moving past that as Yuying agreed to follow her, the latter saw the vial explode into a puff of smoke that Yuying drew somewhere from her outfit before the odd sensation of being kicked in the face by a horse followed. So much so that she reached out for her nose instinctively to feel for damage.

Should she say something about the palanquin and servants?

Nah, they'll be fine. It is not like they're guilty free either, let them stew for a bit longer until she meets the magistrate. Honestly though, Xiao Shan doesn't even recall if it's the magistrate that wants her from the wanted poster.

Still, she done her part and now, it was time to get paid. Just another day's work as a first-rate warrior of the Broken Mountain Sect.

"So, any ideas why you're wanted by the magistrate?" Xiao Shan asked as they traveled, not really in a hurry and she was curious about why they called her the mad woman. So far, she seems more literal and odd than mad. "Also, aren't the Tang a close-knit group? Seems odd to see one out in the middle of nowhere."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

But yeah, in case anyone missed the subtext, Skarsneek is basically asking the widower man to drown Kalaj by holding his head down.

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@PaulHaynek@Rezod92@Nakushita

Skarsneek of the Red Hills

Seeing naught but ashes, it didn't comfort him at all as he looked around until the man finally arrived.

The next few moment had Skarsneek grimaced like he had bitten a lemon, then his face flushed with anger as he quietly looked at the man smacking the thickly armored opponent. Then seeing Kerry gave a football kick, Skarsneek hoped that it didn't kill him or knocked out.

No no no, it wouldn't do after all if the person was unconscious for what HE will do.

Clicking his tongue and shaking his head, Skarsneek stepped in. "You're all doing this wrong."

Moving towards Kalaj then gently but firmly pushing the man away with the axe, Skarsneek started to drag Kalaj around. His strength allowed him to do so with some difficulty.

"You see, his armor protects from most blunt force. An axe isn't going to do much unless you hit it right in the eye or joints like the back of the knee and elbows." He explained as he continued on. Ensuring that Kalaj didn't see where he was going as Skarsneek looked at the grief-stricken man and nodded towards him to follow for some payback. "It'll still take some time to get past all that metal though."

Then roughly rolling Kalaj so he was face first into the ground, the latter was finally greeted with a splash of water, mud and the edge of the river. Skarsneek continued on as he held Kalaj by the arms now to prevent him from struggling out of it, water slowly coming higher to Skarsneek foot and then knees.

"But funny thing. It doesn't even take a foot of water to properly drown someone." Skarsneek promptly used his legs to grind onto Kalaj's armor, pinning it firmly onto the ground and enough of a distance for the man to still breathe erratically by tilting his neck backward.

Skarsneek turned to the widower and then to Kalaj head.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Steadying his breath as Gringor raised his weapon with gusto, eyes wide and readied to react to the attack as it came down to an exchange.

A moment passed before he blinked for a moment-

Then pain, just pain struck and flared from the side of his body like a hammer. Narrow, concentrated and precise.

It didn't brought him down, yet Gringor eyes flared and turned bloodshot.

He didn't see it.

Skidding backward on his feet, hunched forward as he breathed hard more from shock than pain.

He didn't see it.

Gringor barely noticed the rapidly approaching enemies as he touched the area where he was struck.

Then with a fierce smile and a single arm, he swung once in a wide arc when the zealots was close enough. Aiming to catch all four of them at once.

This time, instead of simply letting their spirit energy drain. He directed and take all of the energy for himself. Granting himself a little second wind as he stood upright again.

Turning his back and swirling around towards the one he challenged, Gringor charged forwards, fast and hard as he left an imprint on the ground. Axe in one hand and fist in another, Gringor purposefully left a wide opening of his right side from where the axe would come.

Then at the last moment, should the swordsman go for it. He'll lash out with a brutal and short front kick aimed right for the hips rather than chest.