Rune_Alchemist

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Rolled a 19 for that history check if I did it right.

The Zea of Worlds

~~Ebon Shael~~

@Shoryu@Double

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"Oh this is quite pleasant." Shael giggled happily, still rubbing her face over Luna's mane. "Hee! I haven't burst into flames or spontaneously had my existence erased, either!" It felt so wonderful. Like reaching into a galaxy itself! A wonderful ever changing river. A stream that could be grasped, yet could be not. She could touch it, yet it flowed through her fingers at the same time. Ah, how curious! If she could figure out how they did that, then she'd be the most beautiful Ebon, yes!

What she did not expect though, was to be grabbed by something from within the mane itself.

"Words of surprise!" The Ebon made a small unpleasant ringing noise as the pick pony latched onto her face, carnival music in tow and almost knocking the tall alien over. However, Shael did not feel any surprise or hostility from the pink pony. Instead, there was something else. Something familiar. Something like a kindred spirit. Shael couldn't help but to join the pink one in her giggling, eagerly chatting and returning her unintelligible banter with ones of her own until the pony left, pulling Shael's face into Luna's mane with her until contact was lost, and she pulled her head back out.

"Hee!" Shael's normally pristine white hair seemed to have somehow become quite frazzled from the incident, but she seemed incredibly amused. Twirling away from Luna, she bowed deeply. "The inhabitants of this planet know how to make a welcome party, tee-hee!" Of course, all they would still hear are the Ebon's usual melodic hums and chimes. "Come come! I shall introduce you to the un-fun one in our party!" Shael clapped happily before motioning them to follow her to the Eventide.

Jessiel would probably scold her when she returned, heh.

Pokémon: Start

~Claire Blackwood~

@PlatinumSkink

Current Team

Ralia, Ralts
Level: 14
Status: 100%


Ritz, Ledyba
Level 15
Status: 100%


Lure, Combee
Level 12
Status: 100%


Del, Beedrill
Level 12
Status: 100%


Zeal, Chimchar
Level 13
Status: 100%
Held Item: Focus Band

Inventory

7049P
Antidote x1
Great Ball x6
Super Potion x2
Tiny Mushroom x 1

Important Items:
Castle Medal

Badge Collection:
Challenge Badge - Redcoast Town, Hector. Minor League.

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"Oi, hey you," Claire smirked as the mushroom was spat back into her hand. "I worked especially hard for those!" An obviously playful lie as the small pokemon started turning around and running in a circle. Well, it seemed happy so that was good. Claire cast a glance over to Ralia, but she seemed fine. The Meganium didn't seem too upset with their presence.

"Rral! Ralll!~!" Ralia began waving her arms a bit, pointing quickly over to the Chikorita. Huh? What was - a sharp leaf grazed right by her head. She was fairly certain she had just gotten a small impromptu haircut. Well fine! If this Chikorita wanted to roughhouse, she could roughhouse with the best of 'em!

"Alright ya little ankle biter." Claire grinned confidently. "Ya wanna roughhouse, well I can roughhouse with ya!" Chasing after the Chikorita, Claire made a diving tackle for the pokemon.

Ralia giggled from atop her seat, patting the Meganium on the back. Hmm, she wondered if she could get higher though...?

Gaia Frontier (5e)

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Traveling, had been an utter bore.

The first leg of her journey she was able to make it in relative luxury. A luxurious wagon pulled by the fastest horses in Alenoa. She spent most of the time reading over a number of tomes and books she had bought with her, traveling mostly in silence. Nothing she wasn't used too, but without the bustle and activity of the usual maids, especially her sister and her maid Nynette there to pester her, it was particularly lonely she had to admit. She had grown used to the maids doting in recent years, so as she covered the first leg of her journey she took in the sights. The warm, vast plains. The small, budding villages and their picturesque landscapes.

Ugh.

The last leg of her journey had to be taken on foot. The carriage wouldn't go so far out into the frontier, especially without proper protection so she was forced to go on foot. Not that she particularly minded, it was just a chore and she wasn't exactly the most athletic of people. She had to leave the reading material behind, too. At least when she was dropped off at the farthest stop the wagon could make, she met up with another group of travelers making their way to the Frontier so at least it wasn't too unbearable. Still, she stood out quite a bit from the rabble that was gathered. Fancy dress, cloak and the crest of a noble house. She ignored their looks, and mostly kept to herself for the duration of their travel until finally, after what seemed like months of traveling, she reached the large wooden palisades of the town.

After waiting for some time, the group was finally let in. A guide? How thoughtful. Pulling her cloak more tightly around her, Livia followed the crowd, eager not to stand out too much. Too much attention right now would be particularly difficult. She could easily barge her way in with the status, bypassing all this silly hubbub, but her first goal was to blend in and figure out what was going on in the town.

Ignoring the Inn, she followed the scribe to the Townhall. Curious - they even had a school out here. Perhaps she could find job teaching there. She was rather well learned, after all. A thought for later after she met with the Mayor and settled in. Continuing on, past the sweltering heat of the smithies and the group of obvious hunters and Militia, she finally made it to the townhall with the others. She allowed herself to be directed to the large orientation room where she was given a small questionnaire to fill out.

Hm.

"Lady Livia Fiore." She replied coolly, not caring if her name was particularly recognized or not. "Yes, the one from Alenoa. Scholar and skilled with Arcane lore." She fell silent, a stern expression forming on her lips before replying to the final piece. "...Heh, who knows." She smiled faintly. "But I intend to make full use of my time here." She turned, leaving the scribe with that vague answer before turning back to Dormic, listening intently to his words.

The scribe seemed honest and genuine at first glance, but after spending so long in the politics of Alenoa and her own family, she felt like she could recognize a facade when she saw one. Guilty until proven innocent. She had nothing against him of course - she just refused to let simple words be a judge of ones immediate character. Regardless what she thought of him, however, it was clear that his words did ring true. A town built on skill and hard work.

Perhaps this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Taking the scroll handed to her, she looked over the map. Useful. She poured over it quickly, getting the general feel of the location of the important buildings. Town hall, Maeda's school, Drunken Dragon in. Mayor's house. Rolling up the scroll, she tucked it into one of her belt pouches for later use as they handed out the voucher for the Inn. Three nights paid for in advance, then? How generous. She'd need to find a place to gain a source of income by then. The school seemed to be more and more of a good idea. Tucking the map in the same pouch, she focused her attention back on Dormic. Harvest Festival? Well, celebrations were common she supposed. Especially in places such as this. Had to keep the populace's morale up, after all. She wasn't particularly interested herself, though.

...perhaps if Nynette or her sister was here...

Livia sighed, shaking her head. No use in getting homesick.

With Dormic done, Livia made her way out of the town hall, walking down the streets at a casual pace, taking note of the general mood and happenings of the town. The other additional suggested jobs didn't seem particularly appealing. Mines? Spirits no. She'd hurt herself. She could perhaps make for a good clerk, but there was no way in all the realms she'd ever work in a religious institution of any sort. Her and religion would never get along well. What did catch her ear, however, was the problem with the mines. Closed after finding a hidden chamber? Filled with old artifacts, skeletons and potentially other arcane secrets? That was something right in her field of expertise. She'd be remiss to waste this opportunity. She'd need to bring it up with the Mayor.

Finding her destination was easy enough. The Mayors house wasn't far from Townhall, and being one of the more extravagant and well decorated houses made it obvious. She walked up to the house knocked a few times, and waited for a few moments. If he wasn't here, then she might as well come back later.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Livia

Name:
Livia Annalea Fiore

Race:
Human

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing at five foot six, Livia has the poise, grace, and etiquette one would expect one of noble birth. Pale, unblemished skin on a light, petite frame. Long black hair that falls to the middle of her back and blue eyes. She dresses in the typical colors of her house - purples and silvers - and usually her attire reflects her rank. Fine dresses and a warm cloak that rests on her shoulders. Usually wears an emblem with her house crest - a silver pin with a Sun eclipsed slightly by a moon. A signet ring with a similar crest rests on her pointer finger.

Level:0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1

Stats:
Strength - 9 (-1)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 10 (+0)
Intelligence - 15 (+2)
Wisdom - 15 (+2)
Charisma - 16 (+3)

Proficient Skills:
Persuasion - +4
History - +3
Arcana - +3

Proficient Tools:
Cards

Traits:
Languages:
You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, and Dwarven.
Position of Privilege:
Thanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk and merchants make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

Abilities
None

Inventory:
A bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a set of Fine Clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp.

Background:
Always the black sheep of her family, though not by choice.

Hailing from a bustling city by the name Alenoa far from the uncivilized Frontier Town, one would likely be surprised to find a noble out here so far from their luxuries and retainers, and if you asked Livia it was not her first choice. But a choice had to be made, so she'll live with that choice.

The second daughter of a powerful and respected family in Alenoa, the Fiore's are a family mired in tradition, magecraft, and an obsession for power. Livia had to learn quite quickly that in their family, talent and skill meant everything or you were hardly worth her families time. Even those in their immediate family weren't an exception to this. You either had something they wanted to put to use, or were ruthless and clever enough to keep yourself relevant in the families politics. Livia had neither to begin with, except a burning ambition to make a name for herself and not live in her sisters shadow.

Her early years were spent under the tutelage of great wizards, apprenticing and studying under their learned minds, deciding early on that she'd rather spend her time learning rather than the life of a noble. So she eagerly took to her studies, pouring over tome after tome and scroll after scroll of arcane knowledge and little known lore of the world. She went through several tutors by the time she was ten, having already amassed quite a bit of knowledge about various topics of historical and arcane natures. Her mother objected to such pursuits, desiring that Livia focus more on the court and politics of nobles, a pawn to be used to secure ties to other houses or some such, but Livia wouldn't have any of it. Her studies often conflicted with her parents desires, and often directly went against their wishes to accomplish such things. Especially with her mother - who she still detests to this day. Her personal maid, Nynette, was more of a mother to her than her own mother was, and sometime in her late teens a bit more.

Of course, still being noble born she had several obligations she still had to fulfill even if she wasn't too thrilled about it. Etiquette, how to maneuver in a court. Politics, which families were those you needed to watch out for, those who were to be shunned for political gain. Things her parents more approved of for her. Meeting potential suitors and other such things. While Livia was not thrilled for these prospects, she was also not one to turn down something that could potentially help her later. Most of her early years were split between noble courts and the tutelage of several wizards.

Her longest tutor though, was a renowned wizard by the name of Leonan Bezif from the time she was ten to when she was sixteen. Quite an odd wizard, who was fond of card games and often used cards to equate to life and taught her various forms of them. He taught her histories, academics, math, reading, of ancient civilizations and forgotten lore and magic. The two had an odd relationship. Bezif often didn't teach Livia things directly, instead telling her to seek out things for herself. One could learn from the hand of another, but one should always be self motivated to search for answers to their questions through any means. Some people could do great, good things with such knowledge and power. Livia though? She had already decided on her course when she started. Power and knowledge simply for the sake of knowledge.

During her mid teens, she began planning something. Something that would likely be considered quite obscene by a few more of the morally correct. Gathering the necessary materials, time, and ability she made plans to try summoning something from the infernal realms. Something she could summon in order to gain both lost knowledge and power. Before she could though - somehow her plans were discovered by her damnable mother and some rumors started behind closed doors. Far from being upset though, her mother seemed more amused, or even impressed.

So Livia was given a choice. Continue to live in the estate and have her studies and funding cut off - or be sent to the Frontier Town, where she could do whatever she wanted away from prying eyes and potentially secure something of value to the family in the little frontier town.

The choice was obvious.

She intends to make good on both of those matters.

Creme the kitten

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@BrokenPromise

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As she waited for her food, Katarina simply watched out the window, occasionally casting glances at the gloomy girl in the room. Something just didn't seem right about her, and while she trusted her gut it wasn't good to cause a scene. Besides, she was hungry and interrupting her meal was not something she wanted to end up doing. Well, whatever. She'd just make a mental note of the girl and keep an eye on her for later. Literally. As soon as she was done, she was going back to her usual over watch of the city. Couldn't be too careless. She could see things others could not, after all.

Her food was soon brought to her...but it seemed like an annoyance had decided to sit across from her.

"Haaaa?" Katarina grabbed a piece of bacon, raising an eyebrow at this new girl. Why was she being bothered? She didn't want to be bothered. She tried to make a point of giving that impression at all times. "I could say the same to you, twerp." She replied grumpily, nabbing the bacon, glancing back out the window, taking note of the panic.

sigh

What was going on now? She was trying to eat, damn it. She let her guard down for a second and it seemed someone was stirring up trouble. At least it didn't seem like that gloomy girl caused it, judging from the glare she was getting...which she happily returned. Humph. Well, whatever. She should figure out what was going on. Standing up and making an effort to pull the collar on her leather jacket up, Katarina placed money on the table and took one last bite of the waffle before taking the milk carton with her.

"Ugh, all I wanted was something to eat..." She sighed again, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she walked out of the diner, ignoring the panicking masses. No rest for the wicked it seemed.

The Hunters Club

And a post with me
Suzue is playfully skeptical

The Hunters Club

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"Ah," Suzue clapped her hands in front of her, smiling happily as the other students seemed to enjoy the brownies she had made. "Heaven? Ahaha, you give me too much credit, but I'm glad you enjoy them. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." She elected not to eat any herself just for now. She'd already eaten a few and any more would be bad for her weight, so she took a moment to look over everyone else who had showed up for the club. A diverse bunch, weren't they? She had to wonder why they were all here, and what for. Surely this club was something more if it was mandatory for them to join, but whatever it was Suzue couldn't imagine. She had no special skills, aside from maybe housework.

Perhaps this was some sort of special maid training or something, hehe.

"The recipe is a family secret though," She smiled at Akira, tone of voice indicating perhaps slight teasing. "Sorry, but perhaps if you give me something equally as good in exchange?~" A bit of a lie, but she couldn't just give away such a delicious recipe, could she? She might open a bakery and have these as her specialty, hah!

Before she had a chance to see him react though, it seemed the class president was ready to speak about why and what they were all doing here. Suzue listened intently to Saito, curiously listening as she held her hands in her lap. Seeing things that people said weren't real, but were? She had no idea what to make of that. The first impression he had on her wasn't particularly a good one. It wasn't bad, but he was first coming off as a child trying to play make believe despite the passion at which he delivered his words.

He went on to mention so many different things that seemed to make no sense. Kappas in the street? Well, perhaps - there was that one time she ran into something very reminiscent Noppera-Bo, but that was probably just a weird dream. And they were supposed to hunt these creatures? Surely that was a jest. Suzue's warm smile faded lightly as Saito continued to speak. Some part of her wanted to deny this as not being real. It wasn't logical after all, but...

"Oh my...that is quite the mouthful you dropped on us." She offered Saito a smile, laughing lightly. He reminded her slightly of her youngest brother, always going on about seeing demons and spirits and being a hunter and more than often, supposedly saving her in the process. Surely he was just joking as well.

"So tell me then, Saito," Suzue mused. "How would you turn us into certified badasses, hm? I can't possibly leave my younger siblings so defenseless." It was difficult to tell if she was teasing Saito or being serious. Maybe a bit of both.

The ECS Stellaria - A Sci-fi Fantasy exploration adventure

Nothing eventful happened. Aside from the lemurs stalking them from the underbrush, it was uneventful. Pack predators, likely. Or just too curious herbivores. Either case, they continued on without much trouble. The forest was easily navigated compared to the jungles of Kythphus, and made for traveling easy. Still taking point, when Jess said they had reached the point where the signal was coming from, Kiri held up a hand.

"Approach with Caution. Kriev go ahead and scout - " But before she could give further instructions it seemed whatever was giving the signal found them instead. Some fleshy thing, with pointed ears and blue hair. Quickly going into action, Kiri drew her own Tuharil blade, the polished metal glinting lightly in the light as she took an aggressive stance. She had no idea what the 'elf' was saying, but hopefully the auto translators would quickly solve that problem.

"Step back Jess." Kiri ordered. Ugh, she would have liked to have some information before engaging this signal, but she couldn't account for everything. "Kriev, be ready in case." Approaching the assumed Elf slowly, blade still at the ready, Kiri opted for some forcefully friendly negotiations, narrowing her eyes at the elf.

"You are a native then." She mused, aware that the elf wouldn't understand her. Raising one of her arms slowly, Kiri quickly sheathed her sword with the other.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Alright well, I think I got everything done and right. I apologize for my noobishness if I mess something up.

Livia

Name:
Livia Annalea Fiore

Race:
Human

Age:
17

Gender:
Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Standing at five foot six, Livia has the poise, grace, and etiquette one would expect one of noble birth. Pale, unblemished skin on a light, petite frame. Long black hair that falls to the middle of her back and blue eyes. She dresses in the typical colors of her house - purples and silvers - and usually her attire reflects her rank. Fine dresses and a warm cloak that rests on her shoulders. Usually wears an emblem with her house crest - a silver pin with a Sun eclipsed slightly by a moon. A signet ring with a similar crest rests on her pointer finger.

Level:0
Proficiency: +1
Health: 1

Stats:
Strength - 9 (-1)
Dexterity - 12 (+1)
Constitution - 10 (+0)
Intelligence - 15 (+2)
Wisdom - 15 (+2)
Charisma - 16 (+3)

Proficient Skills:
Persuasion - +4
History - +3
Arcana - +3

Proficient Tools:
Cards

Traits:
Languages:
You can speak, read, and write Common, Elvish, and Dwarven.
Position of Privilege:
Thanks to your noble birth, people are inclined to think the best of you. You are welcome in high society, and people assume you have the right to be wherever you are. The common folk and merchants make every effort to accommodate you and avoid your displeasure, and other people of high birth treat you as a member of the same social sphere. You can secure an audience with a local noble if you need to.

Abilities
None

Inventory:
A bottle of black ink, a quill, a small knife, a set of Fine Clothes, a signet ring, a scroll of pedigree, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp.

Background:
Always the black sheep of her family, though not by choice.

Hailing from a bustling city by the name Alenoa far from the uncivilized Frontier Town, one would likely be surprised to find a noble out here so far from their luxuries and retainers, and if you asked Livia it was not her first choice. But a choice had to be made, so she'll live with that choice.

The second daughter of a powerful and respected family in Alenoa, the Fiore's are a family mired in tradition, magecraft, and an obsession for power. Livia had to learn quite quickly that in their family, talent and skill meant everything or you were hardly worth her families time. Even those in their immediate family weren't an exception to this. You either had something they wanted to put to use, or were ruthless and clever enough to keep yourself relevant in the families politics. Livia had neither to begin with, except a burning ambition to make a name for herself and not live in her sisters shadow.

Her early years were spent under the tutelage of great wizards, apprenticing and studying under their learned minds, deciding early on that she'd rather spend her time learning rather than the life of a noble. So she eagerly took to her studies, pouring over tome after tome and scroll after scroll of arcane knowledge and little known lore of the world. She went through several tutors by the time she was ten, having already amassed quite a bit of knowledge about various topics of historical and arcane natures. Her mother objected to such pursuits, desiring that Livia focus more on the court and politics of nobles, a pawn to be used to secure ties to other houses or some such, but Livia wouldn't have any of it. Her studies often conflicted with her parents desires, and often directly went against their wishes to accomplish such things. Especially with her mother - who she still detests to this day. Her personal maid, Nynette, was more of a mother to her than her own mother was, and sometime in her late teens a bit more.

Of course, still being noble born she had several obligations she still had to fulfill even if she wasn't too thrilled about it. Etiquette, how to maneuver in a court. Politics, which families were those you needed to watch out for, those who were to be shunned for political gain. Things her parents more approved of for her. Meeting potential suitors and other such things. While Livia was not thrilled for these prospects, she was also not one to turn down something that could potentially help her later. Most of her early years were split between noble courts and the tutelage of several wizards.

Her longest tutor though, was a renowned wizard by the name of Leonan Bezif from the time she was ten to when she was sixteen. Quite an odd wizard, who was fond of card games and often used cards to equate to life and taught her various forms of them. He taught her histories, academics, math, reading, of ancient civilizations and forgotten lore and magic. The two had an odd relationship. Bezif often didn't teach Livia things directly, instead telling her to seek out things for herself. One could learn from the hand of another, but one should always be self motivated to search for answers to their questions through any means. Some people could do great, good things with such knowledge and power. Livia though? She had already decided on her course when she started. Power and knowledge simply for the sake of knowledge.

During her mid teens, she began planning something. Something that would likely be considered quite obscene by a few more of the morally correct. Gathering the necessary materials, time, and ability she made plans to try summoning something from the infernal realms. Something she could summon in order to gain both lost knowledge and power. Before she could though - somehow her plans were discovered by her damnable mother and some rumors started behind closed doors. Far from being upset though, her mother seemed more amused, or even impressed.

So Livia was given a choice. Continue to live in the estate and have her studies and funding cut off - or be sent to the Frontier Town, where she could do whatever she wanted away from prying eyes and potentially secure something of value to the family in the little frontier town.

The choice was obvious.

She intends to make good on both of those matters.