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Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

Ohhh a templar and a priest and then a half vamprie xD

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

Alliana Valas

Character sheet:

Name: Alliana Valas

Appearance:

My Hider

Adventuring gear

Class: Half-Vampire

Devotion: None

Familiar: None

Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.

As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...

“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.

That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal.

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

@Paradoxial So edited a small paragraph in the end about how she found about the task and stuff. ^^

🦄 Soulless Regency - Merged With T.S.

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Constantin Kolev

Location: The Almack's.

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'We'd do good to keep a good eye on her from now on least she does another random thing still.' He concluded on his Elizaveta mental debates. She was almost certainly going to eventually go off with little guard again, stubborn as she was to do what she decided and get into trouble yet again. If that happened he was so going to never let her forget that, but for now it was just the almost certain possibility. Maybe he could talk to Vlad to have someone tail her constantly? Or maybe convince her to keep a guard from the circus with her almost at all times. Not that he thought she cannot protect herself, but two heads were always better than one. Besides what if there were multiple soulless? One person was just a tasty meal.

He was quite into his silent pondering to the point it showed on his face, the expression he got whenever he was thinking about important things. Things that were problematic and more often than not it was the fault of Elizaveta with whom he often got to mental arguments with. Well rather than arguments it was more like debates he supposed. Still his right hand didn't leave the sabre and his left the reigns, ready to get going at a moment's notice. A sneaking thought weaseled it's way into his mind again, about the possibility of soulless being led in somehow. It was that or them either climbing or digging their way through that wall.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Satilla Valen

Location: At the tavern!
Interacting With: The group.

“Nnn...” Satilla made a confirmation sound of some kind as she pulled the oil she had from her bag, it was a healing potion sized flask filled with slightly yellow oil, it was actually extracted from plants so that was the reason. It could serve multiple functions as plant oil, such as for cooking, for potions, for wounds and so on. Now they were going to make an improvised anti undead weapon coating of sorts.” I really hope this work too.” She mumbled, putting it aside, for now as she finished dividing the herbs and preparing them ready for distribution later. She also lined a number of potions to hand one to each of the other party members as they were arriving.” Here...” She said as they had gathered and pointed at the lined potions.” One for each.” She explained and turned back to the oil, as she pulled at first one of her own healing potions to mix some drops in it, but stopped herself. Potions were water based so potion and the oil WEREN'T going to mix well. Thus she switched to just putting some ground healing herbs mixture into the oil, before pulling a silver coin.

“No problem, Thomas, here, help me with this.” She handed him another silver coin and made a gesture for him to aid in the silver 'dust' creation while the ranger was doing her thing.

As Kyra was giving the quick catch up explanation, the witch with her knife was gently grinding at the corner of the coin, making small amount of silver dust to fall into a prepared cloth where she was gathering it, all the while listening to Kyra's explanation.

“Well... it's clear what the graveyard's purpose. Graveyards are a easy collection grounds for the remains of the dead. Thus provide pretty huge supply for any necromancer.” Satilla threw in, still grinding at the coin, the potions were distributed, herbs arranged and ready for use so this was all she had to do at this point.” The ruins and caves... I don't know which sounds better. Caves do provide good location to hide big number of undead and are easily to defend so it makes for a good necromancer lair, but...” The witch started to say and tilted her head in thought.” ...caves can be a easy trap if we enter and the entrance is brought down. Most caves don't really have multiple exits.” The witch eventually said a possibility.

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

@Paradoxial Does this work? I wasn't sure in what you meant by half moster so yeah. If it's not I have another idea to make properly a beast tamer ^^.

My Hider

Character sheet:

Name: Alliana Valas

Appearance:

My Hider

Class: Half-Vampire

Devotion: None

Familiar: None

Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.

As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...

“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.

That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal.

Torchlight (high casual, based off of Darkest Dungeons)

@Paradoxial Goodie~ will start working on a character tonight.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Waiting... agh...

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

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Priscilla Harker

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Location: The road towards the museum!(The mysterious filled with adventure Side Street!)

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While making the detour, one thing attracted Mosi's attention pretty much right away. It was the cat. There was a cat sitting on the statue of a pharaoh. It had golden eyes and cream colored fur. She felt attracted towards the feline out of curiosity among her general love of cats. She liked them a lot, to the point that her nickname 'Mosi' actually meant cat. She looked at the cat for a good good minute or two, admiring it's beauty, before she finally moved away, ending in the side street that was not covered with the gaudy tourists attractions.

This place was now something she liked a whole lot more than the streets earlier, she would buy the silk from earlier, but the things here including food and the other trinkets, the ones here appeared a lot more interesting to her.

Her original plan to continue forwards toward the museum and not really waste time in sight seeing the tourist attractions was broken now that she found herself in a place that held just as much interest to her as the museum did. She was smiling as her pace of waling came to a near complete stop with her starting to stop and look about the things displayed and the food that was being prepared, both searching for something interesting to eat or to buy. Her priority was on older accessories, tools and local cuisine! Mostly the accessories though, they were with priority.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea so question that cream colored cat that's perched on top of a statue... can Mosi see it?