Rune_Alchemist

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Cynthia, Ritsa~

Cynthia remained silent as the continued to work, washing the shampoo out of the girls hair and switching to a conditioner.

"Hey hey, what about you?" Ritsa said scooting a bit closer to Fia and earning a small huff from Cynthia as she once again refused to sit still. "Tell us!" Cynthia paused, giving a look over to Fia before returning to her work. The maid was aware of what had happened with Fia. Hopefully Fia wouldn't mind telling, and if she wasn't maybe Ritsa wouldn't press the issue.

~Fox, Gwynn~

Calm...down? Gwynn started laughing.

"Swen," She leaned forwards, resting an elbow on her knee as her boot met the floor, though she didn't seem opposed to the hug. "If I wasn't calm...you'd already be a frozen ornament on the mast of my ship." Nothing more than a bit of intimidation on her part, really, but that was that. Just something she had to learn how to do to those who didn't take a kid seriously - especially a female kid. She had to keep good on that threat once or twice, too for those on her crew that didn't exactly take well to it.

"...but thanks." She said with a quiet sigh, shaking her head. "And of course it was the best. Fool of a cat tried killing herself when I turned down her confession. She was...too damn attached to me." Her voice turned quiet, resting her head in her hands as she went silent for a few moments before continuing.

"Gah, it doesn't matter. I...I want your help. When I go back to Ireland."

~Miren~

Too much thinking?

"Eith, that's no excuse." Miren replied, puffing out her cheeks a bit as she replied and was pat on the head. "I-I mean reading is so much fun, though! A-and not thinking is...bad?" Now that she said it it sounded silly. For all of her merits Miren was never the most eloquent of people. "I-I mean not liking reading is fine but..." Miren sighed, shaking her head. "Ah, it's fine, Eith. What would you do for fun, then?"

~Livia~

"Ah...who knows. Ever since she met you she hasn't let me have any fun." Livia chuckled, seeing Mugi's reaction was priceless. She was totally the possessive type, wasn't she? The headmistress took a sip of the tea. "But if you're curious, you should ask her. She really likes it when someone nibbles on her ear. She makes such adorable little squeals." Livia continued with a smirk. "Or if you'd prefer I can show you personally~"

It was likely clear Livia didn't care at all about Mugi's so-called jealousy nor did she seem intent on letting up anytime soon.

~Sorcha~

Sorcha had been listening, but for the most part kept silent. No need for her input here, so she simply contented herself to going over a few things she still wanted to talk with the kitten about.

"Hmm..." The dragon hummed, reaching out and giving Maoin a rub on her head. "I was thinking...dinner. Maybe a bit of sparring practice? I haven't actually got to fight you since our little encounter back at my home." The dragon said with a smirk. "Now that I actually have my wits about you, I was thinking I could actually give you a run for your money." She chuckled. "And totally not mistake you for a treasure thief."

Botanist And Bards

~Charlotte LaChance~

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"Ugh, don't ruin this." Charlotte said with a huff, poking Aislinn on the head. "And dresses hardly make good travel clothing. They're cold, get wet easily and don't have anything I can store something in." She continued, standing up tiredly. She was hoping she could see Cait again, but...well, she guessed that whatever she was doing wasn't something she could stop. Well, that was fine, she supposed. Charlotte walked over to the blue stone, setting the flask and stone back upright.

"I'll keep practicing with them, though. I still don't know how to use them so well, but...I'll figure it out." She chuckled, covering the flask with a thick sack of leather. No need to advertise what the contents of it was. She tied the sack tightly together, and tied it to her belt. "There's a few things I'm leaving behind, too. A couple of things that should help with healing and other things. They're labeled so if you need some for whatever reason, feel free to use them." She turned back to Aislinn.

"I plan on leaving early tomorrow...so I'm going to be turning in for the rest of the day." She gave Aislinn a slightly unsure stare, as if she was considering asking her something but didn't seem entirely intent on asking whatever it was.

The Prophecy

@TheTwistedOne

Actually....(and apologies for the double posting but the idea occurred to me as I was working on the CS)

Gosh I have too many ideas when it comes to things like this.

When you say 'any race goes' would that include Undead of some sort? I may go for a god of Undead/Necromancy what-have-you.

Botanist And Bards

Isabella

"....! O-oh...h-hello. I am I-Isabella."

Name:
Princess Isabella Raerith Calder, First princess of the Raerith Monarchy.

Race:
Human.

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
If there was one thing people would agree on, is that at first glance Isabella fits the word 'Princess' almost too perfectly. Standing at five seven, the somewhat taller than average girl has had a fairly good upbringing. Education, appearance, decorum, manners. All of it, and she very much looks the part. Her skin is free of blemishes and many would consider her to be fairly attractive.

That said, most would be easily able to tell she isn't comfortable in the armor she is wearing. In truth, the object while well-crafted, is ill suited for one such as herself who has never worn anything other than fancy dresses in her life.

Personality

At first glance, many would assume Isabella acts as she looks - the perfect princess. She always seems to carry an heir of grace and nobility around her, and seems to always act with a measure of decorum and purpose. She is incredibly polite in her mannerisms and seems to follow many of the expected customs of her homeland, the Raerith Monarchy.

While this does ring true on some level, truthfully Isabella is a bit on the socially anxious side. While she doens't stutter over her words and most of the time she is capable of keeping a calm, level headed facade - more often than not on the inside she's a bundle of nerves and indecision

History:

Isabella, is the middle child of the current rulers of the Raerith Monarchy - named after the first founder of it who long ago united some warring tribes through a long, bloody war campaign. Needless to say, she's had an interesting life growing up. And by interesting, I could equate it to being absolutely boring.

The Raerith monarchy is a very conservative realm, and heavily religious as far as their internal politics and beliefs go. They value the strength of ones sword arm, honor in combat, and value chivalry and traditional knight-hood above all else. In the realm, the magic and supernatural are seen as trickster-like spirits with impish intentions, or downright evil at worst. Isabella was brought up both believing all of these things as well as how to be a good princess and follow all the decorum expected of one.

Isabella didn't mind. How could she not? She didn't know of any other way of life. Unlike her older and younger brothers, she wasn't allowed outside of the castle grounds save for visiting the extravagant central monastery for church service and occasional outings to a evening ball at some nobles house. She spent most of her time growing up exploring the gardens, making occasional appearances at public events and being heavily educated by her tutors. Her life continued as such for most of her life, until she turned 18 when she stumbled upon something in the families personal archives...

A book.

About magic.

Anyone versed in the field would realize a number of unnatural things about the book, but Isabella being as naive as she was about the topic, only was fascinated by it. The book was old, bound in fading leather with odd symbols engraved onto either cover. Seeing the book sparked a curiosity she didn't know she had, so she took it from the archives and brought it back to her room, and hid it. She knew if she was found with it she'd be in more than a little trouble.

Two years went by as she tried to unravel its mysteries. Many say she changed quite a bit in that time - instead of simply going about her day to day and simply accepting her studies she picked up a rather intense fascination for old languages as well as began asking a few questions that could have gotten her into trouble had her parents heard her asking them. She didn't even tell her personal maid who she considered to be her best friend at the time.

Eventually though, the secrets came out and she was confronted by her parents. Needless to say, she's lucky to have not gotten the executioners axe. Instead, she was exiled under the pretense she had volunteer to both explore the wild lands outside of the continent. So her and around fifteen volunteers left with her.

Weapons:

Magic:
Blood Draw
Blood Draw is exactly as its name states. It allows the user to draw spilled blood to them. A basic art of the Life Drain magics, and all must start here when attempting to learn. She can draw blood to her as long as it's in a few feet radius and make use of it.

Blood Stitching
A spell designed not to heal, but rather to keep someone fighting regardless of wounds. The blood stitches wounds together, staunching the flow of their own blood and invigorating the bodies healing processes. This is somewhat uncomfortable for the one being healed...at first. Some liken it to having the skin 'crawl'. Subsequent uses, starts to have a euphoric effect on the one being healed.

She mostly uses this on herself, when she has need of it as the art is usually looked down upon.

Other Inventory:

~NPC entourage~

Kinsey Henshaw - Male, mid twenties. Trained guard. Laid back, tends to shirk work but reliable.
Mervyn Wilikn - Male, early thirties, Blacksmith. Grumpy old man, basically.
Tripp Waldron - Male, Trained guard. Late thirties. Likes drinking.
Prescott Harker - Male, Trained guard. Early Twenties. Likes exploring and eagerly volunteered.
Edith Synge - Female, early twenties cartographer. Excitable and curious.
Lana Ayriss - Female, late teens. Street rat that volunteered. Good with sneaky things.
Valora Dibben - Female, Trained Guard. Late twenties. A bit on the serious no-sense of humor side.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Cynthia, Ritsa~

When Fia asked what their 'stories' were Cynthia simply sighed. She didn't seem too keen on talking about it. Thankfully Ritsa seemed more than eager to speak about her 'story'.

"Oh oh! There was a bunch of water! Ritsa knows that because she lived in the ocean!" She giggled. "There was a reeeeallly loud boom, and the earth shook, and then silence. Also it was really cold and...lonely..." She paused for a moment before continuing with a bright grin. "But Ritsa found funny little humans to play with, and then she met mommy!" She seemed to think that explanation made perfect sense. Cynthia remained silent for a few seconds longer, washing the shampoo into both of their hairs before speaking.

"...Mines not all that interesting." She replied. "I was sick...and the Headmistress healed me. That's all." She didn't seem to want to dwell on it.

~Fox, Gwynn~

Gwynn frowned. So her family was just a family of thieves and pirates, then? They stole something from the gods. A sword, from the sounds of it. She did know of both it and the fomorians. Call her childish or whatever, but history and mythology was always one of the only subjects she actually took interest in.

"...W-well," Gwynn replied. "The fomorians are sort of the 'devils' of Irish history, if you want a quick version of it." She said with a small frown. "They're not all bad though - and Manannan Mac Lir is actually the ruler of the land where brave warriors go when they die, if you want to believe it. He is also associated with the sea - hence the Fomorian connection." That was the only connection she was going to give for now though. Any more could come later.

"I don't know how useful talking would be, but I plan to give my father a visit." She narrowed her eyes, clearly more than a little agitated. "I have a ship, and he has answers and I'm going to get them."

~Miren~

Miren wilted slightly as Eith called her hobby both boring and implied her method of income not entirely the best. Still, she realized the Hound likely didn't mean anything by it. She had figured by now Eith was not a clever puppy.

"Ahah..." She chuckled weakly. "Y-yeah...but it is the first day It's open. We'll probably get more traffic as days go by! It's close to the school too, so I expect a good number of students to stop by since they can only borrow Library books for so long."

~Livia~

"Adult acts? You mean like the ones you want to do with Cynthia?" Livia teased as she walked over to where Cynthia kept the tea, bringing both the tea kettle over to the couches in the living room and setting it on the coffee table. "But really, this place isn't all that impressive really...at least, not as Impressive as Cynthia's skills at these 'adult acts'. She is definitely quite...skilled at such things, you know. I think I might actually be getting jealous." She continued, giving Mugi a small smirk as she took a seat and handed a teacup to the Yuki-Onna.

The Prophecy

@Duoya
Alright then, I suppose with your permission I'll go ahead and make them.

The Prophecy

@TheTwistedOne

Hum~

I am quite interested in this. Kind of surprised I didn't see it earlier. Not sure what I would app, though...typically go for a heavily combat focused character, but @Duoya seems to have beat me too it.

I'll see if I can come up with something else as I don't want to make something too samey as someone else, I'm wondering if the domains of "Combat, Honor, and Passion" would conflict too much with his.

Their mortal would probably definitely be a berserker-ish sort of character.

Digimon World: Tamer's Bureau

Rachel Holt

At the mention of parents, Rachel unconsciously frowned, even if only a small one. At least their parents were home half the time. Not that she minded, really. She liked the alone time. Allowed her to do things as she pleased. Parents probably wouldn't approve of half the stuff she got up to in her free time if they found out about it. She supposed that's how it went when your father was a businessman that was out of the house a lot and your mom generally didn't really care what you did and spent more time doing...well, Rachel wasn't really sure what. She didn't take much of an interest.

The mention of a time dilation brought Rachel out of her thoughts and back to virtual reality, though. Curious. If things happened at a slower rate here...did that mean their minds were sped up? Would make sense, since computers tended to think much faster than humans could. And since apparently they were inside a computer, wasn't all that hard too accept.

She'd love to get her mitts on some programming or something and study it.

"Oi, it'll make us stronger, right?" Impon spoke up. "What're you waitin' for then, partner? I'll take a power-boost over whatever 'returnin it to the data stream" is any day!"

Well, if he insisted...

Rachel pulled out the digivice, and did as was instructed for strengthening Impmon.

Those Hackers sounded like a real problem, and she was curious as to what the data was, exactly...maybe she could do something with it? Strictly for good, of course. That was how one should use their powers. For good...obviously.

Digimon World: Tamer's Bureau

I'll be getting a post up tonight, promise~

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@PaulHaynek

I hate to jump on the bandwagon here

But after some consideration and for a few reasons I'm not getting into I'll be leaving as well.

Apologies.