Rune_Alchemist

Harvest Moon Rp? (Casual, Slice of Life, Looking for users willing to play as males)

@Zapdos I was going to make a chef but my background kept not turning out how I wanted it. So, I'll take that priestess role! Thank you~ ^^

@sakurasan

I'll be sure to have our resident Witch to mess with the priestess, just for giggles :P

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

took awhile and got rather long, but there we go!

Posts!

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

~Charlotte Lachance~

The retort moved across the wooden table as the ship rocked. The drop of liquid she was intending to put into the alchemical device instead fell onto the table, missing its mark completely.

An eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

Another attempt was made, but this time the retort moved to the side of the table it was originally on.

"Grrrah...."

An annoyed growl. A hand grabbed the retort and an attempt was made to hold it in place. The captain of the ships terrible sailing skills be dammed. She'd finish this! It was a little something she had been working on since she was voluntold for this position. Something made from reagents that would possibly help accelerate plant growth. To be used on farms, of course, as a sort of fertilizer.

It'd help greatly with this whole new continent endeavor, she was certain.

And then the ship lurched again, this time so violently it knocked her off her feet. She lammed to the floor, landing on her back and knocking her noggin against the floor. The glass apparatus' did the same, flying off of the table at a speed that was certain going to shatter the device if it so much as touched the floor. Charlotte scrambled to turn over, sliding across the floor and catching the retort in her hands, a small relieved sigh escaping her lips as she saved the expensive apparatus from a one-way trip to glassy heaven.

It was promptly followed by an annoyed growl as she stood, ship still rocking violently.

"For the love of Astril!" Charlotte rubbed a sore spot on the back of her head. There was going to be a bruise there, and maybe a slight headache but nothing a few salves couldn't heal. More importantly, she was going to go have a stern word with this so-called captain! These were not the proper conditions she could work in! So, she marched out of he room, and was immediately face to face with a giant wave of water coming down the hallway.

"U-uh..."

Her face paled. She clutched the retort she had in her hand against her chest, as if it would somehow grant her protection against the unstoppable evil wall of seawater hurtling towards her. A million curses ran through her head at that moment. Too many to count, and to profane to properly verbalize in pleasant company. Most of which, involved the Deacon of Astril in some manner and cursing him to a fiery, painful, eternal torturous demise at the hands of some demon for sending her on this fools errand she wanted no part of.

She didn't get much else time to think before the water slammed into her, and she was swept away.

---

She hurt.

All over.

Something was jabbing her in a rather uncomfortable spot, but she'd figure out what exactly that was when she could move without feeling like her limbs were being chewed on by a smelly, putrid, mongrel of a dog.

"Uuuuuurrrrgh...." She groaned. Well, at least she was alive. That much was blatantly obvious, but from how much she hurt after the events of last night she almost wished she was dead. Well, no time to complain. She should try to get herself up and moving. First thing first, check her surroundings and make sure that she wasn't in any immediate danger of being actually chewed on by a mutt.

First, she was laying on something soft, and from moving her hand around a bit, concluded it to be sand. Her head hurt too much to open her eyes at the moment, so she couldn't be sure, but since judging from the light level it was morning. So...morning on a sandy beach of sorts? Would be rather picturesque, if not for the massive headache and the fact her clothes were completely soaked.

Secondly, that thing jabbing her in the not so pleasant place. She fumbled around for a second before digging in the sand. It was rough, felt fairly shell-like in structure and-

"OW." A rather unenthusiastic ow was all she could manage now. She pulled her had towards her, weakly opening her eyes and observed what had just attacked her. Well, if it wasn't dogs, it was angry crabs. She and the crab had a brief glaring match before the crab mercifully let her hand go. That would need to be bandaged, disinfected and...she had none of her materials or things with her. Or rather, they were probably in the proverbial 'Locker of Davy Jones' or whatever the superstitious sailors called it.

"I swear...once I get back...I'm going to walk right up to the Deacon...and shove a beaker so far up his-" She was cut off mid sentence as a fit of coughing wracked her body, followed by quickly getting to her hands and knees as she coughed up a rather large amount of sea water.

How much seawater had she inhaled? It felt like a gallon. She'd be dead if that was the case probably, but she didn't think a little seawater would hurt this bad. She felt like she maybe even had a slight fever. Dehydration too, probably. Astril knows her limbs were weak enough to not be able to support her body. Soon, she collapsed back onto the sand, unable to support herself for the moment. For once, she regretted not being physically fit and having the stamina of some soldier or something outside of Astril.

She rolled over onto her back, and stared up at the sun, content not to move for now. Her limbs were incredibly heavy, and both her thought process and body felt sluggish. She wasn't going to be moving anywhere anytime soon.

"HEY! WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING!"

Yes, because shouting was going to help everything go faster. The loud voice didn't do much to help her throbbing headache or body. At least she wasn't the only one to survive though, but in her current condition she wasn't exactly going to be doing much other than laying there trying to recover what little strength she could.

"Hey, is everyone alright?"

"Just great...no, really! I'm laying here because I want to and don't feel like I drank a botched elixir at all..." She once again grumbled. Normally, she wasn't this blatantly, antagonistically sarcastic, but at the moment she couldn't help it. She felt terrible, she probably looked terrible, and blargh...

She just...really wanted to be home right now...

---

~Sevita Lanka~

This was something the Garuda known as Sevita had never experienced before. Oh, certainly, heavy rainfall and monsoons were common in Vinush, but she had never been on a boat before. Or rather, Ship, as the crew was quickly to correct her. The Garuda had no need for such things typically, since they could fly across most bodies of water with ease. Crossing something like the ocean though, was not something they could do on their own, however. For as fast as they could fly, they could not fly for more than a half hour or so without rest. Less if they were flying at their top speeds.

She was on deck, perched on a mast, trying her best to help those she could maintain the ship to no avail. She had no idea what she was doing, so all she could do was try and save those that were getting flung overboard, but such a feat was difficult even for her and her wings. She wasn't the best builder, but she knew a structural weakness and flaw when she saw them.

The ship wouldn't last at this rate.

She grimaced, this was a bad situation, and there was nothing she could do to save these people. Her Queen had tasked her with this mission, and she was already failing it before they had even arrived. She landed on the deck, barely managing to catch a sailor that was just about to become shark food in her talons. She hurried inside the ship, carrying the now unconscious sailor in her arms. The act prove futile, however.

Soon after, the ship capsized, taking its passengers with it.

---

Sevita slowly opened her eyes, shielding her eyes from the harsh morning sunlight as waves gently brushed against her body. She felt terrible, really, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. It would pass. For a few moments, the Garuda laid there, gathering her strength before sitting up on the shore. Her wings felt heavy, no doubt from the salt water that had soaked them, but it was nothing she couldn't fix with a quick action.

Grunting with soreness, she stood, and flapped her illustrious feathery wings, immediately drying both them, and her wings off and getting rid of any offending water, likely unintentionally getting a few others soaked in the process. Good, nothing seemed broken then. And after a few more stretches with her other limbs, it seemed aside from swallowing a bit of sea water and maybe a bit of slight dehydration she was more or less fine.

"HEY! WAKE UP! IT'S MORNING!"

That...sounded like the Oni? Hmm...so good, she wasn't the only one who had survived then. If they did, then so too did others probably. It was a small relief. She offered a silent prayer to the spirits of her tribe before turning and facing inland, noticing a few others had also managed to stand. The Oni, Kitsune, and Reptile all seemed fairly well off, though there was a human who seemed to still be recovering.

"Hey, is everyone alright?"

"I am fine, little fox." The Garuda replied as she approached, folding her wings close to her body. "Nothing some rest can not heal. I've had worse wounds from giant boars in the forests." She took a look around, pleased to find some of the ship had also washed up on shore. Perhaps their situation wasn't as dire as it looked. They could perhaps even salvage some still usable wood from the ship and make a temporary shelter from it.

Harvest Moon Rp? (Casual, Slice of Life, Looking for users willing to play as males)

Witchy Witch

"Witch, at your service!~"

Name:
Witch

Or Selma Baumn. Only those she trusts will get her name though.

Age:
20

"Well, if it wasn't obvious you funny little human, I am a witch~"
Occupation:
Witch (in training. Shhhhhh. No one knows)

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Background:
Until recently, Selma had been a fairly normal girl. Well, by recently I mean since she was about sixteen. Until then, she grew up in the countryside, a country town a bit of a distance from Bellview. She grew up there, and since her parents were wealthy store owners from the city...well, she turned out somewhat spoiled. Most of her early childhood was spent slacking off, being spoiled, and generally being a brat. Life continued like this for most of her childhood, until one day an odd visitor came to the town.

Being the somewhat curious child she was, she took an interest in this cloaked stranger. It didn't take her long to figure out that this stranger, wasn't exactly your average traveler. She was a witch. You know, like, the magic ones who turned people into toads. Selma was instantly fascinated. It took some coercion to be able to convince the witch to teach her and that she wasn't going to be a nuisance, but eventually she managed it.

Eventually, time passed and she turned eighteen. That was as long as the Witch was going to teach her. She left that day, and told Selma that one day she'd return to see just how far she progressed, and that in the meantime she should go out and explore the world herself to refine her craft. A year passed with no sign of her teacher returning, so when she was nineteen, she moved out and traveled for a bit. Eventually, the young witch ended up in Bellveiw and moved in.

Currently, she runs a small shop where someone can request her magical services if they're desperate lucky enough to pay her a hefty sum catch her in a good mood.

Personality:
Confident, curious, arrogant, somewhat childishly stubborn, impish, and a bit condescending in her demeanor. She's got a mouth on her that is most often put to use for insulting people or otherwise making a nuisance of herself. That said, she's not a completely terrible person. She just doesn't like people getting in the way of her...whatever it is she usually gets up to. She does in fact, wish to help people with her magic, but the fact that she is still in training and often messes up quite a number of spells tends to overshadow that.

To the people who manage to befriend her, they'll have a friend for life, and she'll support them to the best of her ability.

Appearance:
Pale skin with red colored eyes, framed by thick locks of black hair with similarly colored clothing. Indeed, most of her wardrobe consists of darker colored clothes. Often times she wears a fine looking sleeveless dress, along with modern looking boots on her feet. The most striking thing about her wardrobe, however, would be the somewhat ragged black cloak she wears. She's hardly the most physically intimidated of people, though she stands at 5'7" and while she's not all that physically impressive, she's not unfit, either.

(As for the life of me, I can't figure out how to link the actual image from that Dream Selfy site for whatever reason, here ya go)

@MahouOppai
And there's the little Witchy Witch~
Do tell if I need to change anything.

@Rica
Annnd nope. None of my characters are ever straight. xP

The War of the Three

@Lonewolf685
I'm curious as to how the Lich and Maggot will get along.

Both thrive upon the corpses of their foes...I can either see friendship, or rivalry...both leading to kinky fun times if Fran is involved, but details, details~

Sil is gonna be joining her on the lower decks soon enough, so we'll be finding out~

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

Oh hey, we started!~

I'll work on a post soonish~

Harvest Moon Rp? (Casual, Slice of Life, Looking for users willing to play as males)

@MahouOppai Neither, actually. Looking back now i'm pretty sure i'd like the chef role. And that's final unless someone else already reserved it so i'll take that please! : D

@sakurasan

!!!!

SAKURA~

You better make a damn CS, I wanna be in an RP with ya again :|

@MahouOppai
working on my CS now. Should be up within an hour or two~

The War of the Three

@Lonewolf685
The undead other than Sil, yes, if Sil gets too far away to maintain them. Of course, she hasn't bothered to bring many standing undead troops with her aside from that Flesh Golem, and he's a sturdy sort. I'll mention some damage done to him equal to the amount of time he hasn't been in use, if she summons him certainly.

I don't think Sil would be affected that much by it, or at least if it did she would either Ignore it because her physical body is easy enough to mend once she's out of it, and thus deemed trivial since its not going to be doing enough damage in the long run to seriously injure her. (Of course, she could very well be wrong about that. Once the Debuffs start showing up I'll take those into account and have her suffer minor effects of them until she gets out.)

or alternatively, simply keep mending her own body whilst in the mist. But that's a bit of a waste of energy, so likely isn't going to be a thing. So, perhaps to say its not going to affect them is a bit of a false statement (just woke up like, five minutes ago so I'm a bit slow at the moment xP), and more like, they give absolutely zero fucks about the mist.

The War of the Three

Hmm~

Sorry if I seemed to ignore that in my own post, @KoL. I'll definitely mention it in my next one, though I don't think it's going to be affecting Sil or her undead that much...since, well, dead. Not much there to corrode or poison that well.

the angels are gonna need to watch out though, definitely~

Harvest Moon Rp? (Casual, Slice of Life, Looking for users willing to play as males)

@Rune_Alchemist I think that'd be hilarious to be honest! It'd add something to the town, causing chaos lol. It's perfectly fine with me to have a witch in training!!

@MahouOppai

Excellent!~

I think I'll do that, then, as it would be completely hilarious. Expect her CS up tomorrow morning sometime, then. Gotta go for the night~