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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Reoth was right. From the looks of things there wasn't going to be an immediate fight. Even so, Ash didn't move until she was certain. She couldn't make out much of what was being said in her tired condition. Thankfully it seemed like he was keen on also following the general plan of leaving the cave. For now then, it seemed as though there was a general consensus.
"Alright, everything looks clear." Ash said quietly to those around her, pushing herself to her feet and beginning to move swiftly and as quietly as possible. What was that skill she got? Muffle? Was it worth the risk? A brief rest would hopefully have done her some good, even if it wasn't a very long one. The HP drain she was experiencing didn't seem to be too fast.
"Quietly. Ahead of the goblins, move to the cave entrance. We still don't know how they'd react to us." Activating Muffle I, Ash headed for the entrance of the cave. They'd need to be in a position to either flee or ambush should things go awry. "So be careful, and don't take any chances and keep your wits about you. The Goblins seem to respect strength, so whatever you do don't appear weak."
Zeal, Monferno Level 14 Status: FNT Held Item: Focus Band
Chikorita, Pip Level 8 Status: 100%
9352P Antidote x1 Great Ball x5 Super Potion x2 Tiny Mushroom x 1
Important Items: Castle Medal Crystal of Knowledge
Badge Collection: Challenge Badge - Redcoast Town, Hector. Minor League.
"Ritz!" Claire grimaced as the Ledyba was soundly defeated. "Ahaha, you did good boy. You took a solar beam right to the face and lived, heh!" She recalled her Ledyba. She'd have to give him something special after this. Some sorta treat? hugs? She'd think of something. More importantly what to do here? She was down three pokemon, and had three left. There was Lure, who she wasn't sure would be so helpful aside from her type resistance. Ralia, who'd she prefer to use last, and Pip. It was a bit mean, but Pip was about to get a crash course in pokemon battles. She just had to avoid and last for about two turns.
"Alright, Pip!" She released Chikorita from her pokeball, the small grass type eagerly running in a circle as she was released. She didn't seem intimidated by the large plant at all. "Sunflora wants to play a game of tag, girl. Let's show 'em who's the queen of games around here."
"Chiko!~" The leaf on top of her head perked up, Pip seemingly getting the idea swiftly began to run around the field with a single goal of avoiding the Solar Beams.
Seleth returned to the Cathedral later that night. Her search for Varjan and Alicia went unsuccessful. Despite her attempts not too, she couldn't bring herself to not feel at least a little concern. Not that she'd ever admit such a thing, but it bothered her knowing something was amiss but being unable to do anything about it. Annoyed her. Geh, whatever. Some meditation would clear her mind, it always did. She just needed to focus more on her match and the victory she needed.
The next match was cause for concern. She had done well up until now, but things were going to get even more difficult from here. Not to mention, the change of scenery. It wasn't at the academy's practice halls, and was now too the academy owned arena's. As she walked to the arena, she had to fight the urge to sit and calm her nerves. She was going to be fighting in a proper arena, in front of many people...against an opponent likely more skilled than she. Defeat wouldn't just mean she got knocked out of the tournament...but humiliation. Her breath caught as she inhaled. While normally this wouldn't be so concerning, it was exactly who she was fighting that was making her so nervous.
Lisianthus von Zauberheim. Princess of Razelia. The Scion of Blessed lightning. Someone born with all the talent in the world. Seleth might have also been born to a wealthy, old Dark Elf religious family, but she was having doubts about how well she could match up to someone so well renowned. Exhaling, she stepped into the ring. The announcer gave the usual speech about rules as several illusory boulders manifest on the field, and a large pile made a small hill to her left. She'd need to use everything to her advantage here, if she wanted to win.
"I'm surprised a spoiled princess was able to make it this far." Seleth coldly began. "I suppose those fancy titles of yours aren't entirely for show." The dark elf hefted her spear, twirling it in a show of dexterity. How should she do this? All of her opponents until now had mostly been melee oriented. Lisia however, was different. Perhaps a more defensive strategy would be appropriate here.
First, Mock Soul - all filled with the 'Shadow Weight' curse. They all split off from Seleth, with Seleth leaving no trance behind as to which one she really was, and readied a Mirror for deflection in case Lisia got lucky and attacked from a distance.
"Oh don't worry you're pretty little bosom over it, Dirka." Iva cackled. "Sleep...sleep. She will sleep and be made for the Library. For Us." He picked up Lazhria's unconscious form. This might have been an astral plane. A plane between realms where thoughts and minds were given shape and form - and this was Lazhria's soul, mind. Spirit. Whatever you wanted to call it. It was exactly what he needed. Tearing open a rift back to his library, he quickly began to work.
Dim light illuminated the lower levels of the Experiment halls. How deep was he? He didn't care. He was going deep, far, beneath the bowels of his own realm. Where things became lost. Where the mind would tremble, where unconscious thoughts began being formed. He moved swiftly, long, lithe legs carrying him through the tall hallways. He was short on time. Even now, Lazhria's mind was reforming. Becoming solid. Rigid. It was a dangerous process indeed. He had only a small window to work with. Breaking it a second time would have potentially unseen side effects.
While he'd explore those later, for now he needed this to be perfect.
Stepping into a large darkened antechamber, Iva placed her naked body upon an altar. He had prepare this room, just for this purpose ages ago. How long? He couldn't remember. All experiments involving it had been a failure, but he was certain. Very certain this time, it would work. He had changed just one thing in the equation. Just a small, minute change. Something he didn't quite understand before. Humans were funny, like that. If they had nothing to cling too, then their mind was weak and useless. Dirka was right, about that at least.
So he just had to have a human that was entirely dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge - and him. Lazhria didn't know it, but it wasn't Bryyre who had raised her the most over the years. She just forgot because he wanted her too, and now everything was falling into place.
"So beautiful..." He chuckled, reaching for a small needle like creation. "Almost a shame to cut it, but I'll make you far more beautiful..." It was made of wood and stone, hooked up to a hollow rope like structure made of animal hide. A primitive creation designed to introduce fluids into a body. Painful, but effective for now. The god jammed it into Lazhria's arm, turning the lever on a skin full of a silvery white fluid.
Next he reached for a smaller cutting implement. Jagged around the edges. Like a saw. He had fashioned it just for brain removal. Cutting open the skull, removing the brain. First he had to cut out the mind. Careful. The body was still useful.
Squelch
crrrck
The flesh ripped, skull cracking as he cut it open. Ah, he almost wanted to see if he could turn her body into a fountain. Heh. Amusing thought. He'd find another human later. No no. He couldn't do it. They were busy. So busy. Short on time. More macabre noises were made as he set about his work. The fluid would preserve the body, and prepare it for the ensuing mutations. The process took only minutes, and soon it was completed. The brain was prepped. Now onto the other physical. Cut out everything. Make a void. Make it vast and empty, ready to be filled. Make her a living gate. A key. The soon to be only being with access to the library from the outside.
The entire process took nearly an hour. Iva worked tirelessly, without interruption.
She was floating, suspended in a sea of darkness. Pain, throbbing in her head. She couldn't feel anything else. Just an odd, endless baleful light diffusing the area. Yet, she had her eyes closed. Weren't they? Or were they open? Both. Possibly. It was difficult to think. Like her head was stuffed full of animal fur. What was happening? She didn't know. The pain slowly, began to subside and with it a calm clarity began forming.
And then the sensation of falling - or rather, being pulled down. Her breath caught, the light growing more and more intense until it physically hurt.
She sat up, a sharp scream leaving her mouth as she was abruptly awoken from whatever dream she had been having. Instinctively, she tried to move, only to fall off the altar and slam into the floor, her body refusing to move.
"Hee! Oh glorious! Wonderful! You're awake. About time. I almost considered you another failure. Onto the pile of bodies you would have went." Iva's voice rang clear and loudly as Lazhria tiredly attempted to sit up. "Oh, no, that would be a waste. Your mind still would have been good. Perhaps a warden of some sort...no matter, you're awake. How do you feel?"
"...can't move...very well."
"Ah, don't worry. You're still acclimating. The process has left your mind and body a bit...disconnected. Severed! Like a head when you cut it with a blade!" He laughed, moving closer. "Aside from that, how do you feel? Clear? Empowered? Smarter? Cleverer?"
"Urgh," Finally managing to push herself to a sitting position, Lazhria looked down at her body. The initial grogginess seemed to be wearing off fast, and the more it did the better she felt. Not just physically or mentally. No, this felt like...as though she was even better than before. "What...happened?"
"A gate! I made you into a gate. And a key. A living gate to the library. You are able to speak, access, and gain anything the library has within or outside of its walls. So long as it exists in this realm, you can acquire it or have knowledge of it. Oh, you may wish to put these on." He handed her a set of cloth robes. Odd, she had never seen the like before, but she didn't pay much mind. "Come come...we have much to discuss about our next move, La-Zha. We have a party to plan...and I think it's about time we return to White Dawn."
Most humans would probably have been absolutely maddened by this. Whatever Iva did to her, she could only feel grateful. She felt amazing.
"...heh," Oddly, she licked her lips, feeling the impossibly sharp teeth that she now possessed. "Now that sounds like a fun idea!" She laughed, and followed after Iva.
@Lucius Cypher Allllright, after much deliberation, brainstorming, and finally getting my lazy butt in gear I finally finished writing up the entrance exam. I think I got everything right, and I realize I could have probably done some flashier things with the spells buuuut I feel like this suits Isil a bit.
Well, either way do tell me if I messed up anywhere. Changed a few things in Isil's Character sheet, mostly in her history section and added the rest of those memorized spells.
Finally! She had arrived in the Arcanaeum after so many weeks of travel. Ugh, life outside the temple had not been fun. Though she had left on lukewarm terms, the sycophants still saw fit to give her a modest well wishing for her leaving. Pathetic, really. They were glad to have her gone, she knew it. Their words and actions spoke volumes of their thoughts, and she wouldn't let herself be jerked around by them and their so called god any more. No. she had found a God that was far more...ambitious.
First things first, was passing the entrance exams. She had expected things to be difficult, but things for the most part at the moment didn't seem so, but this was just the first of many tests. Running through the pages and taking a brief check of the contents revealed it to be nothing more than a general aptitude test. Easy enough. Math, writing, and reading were natural to her. Far more so than trying to rely on weak deities for power.
Heading back to the first page, Isil began filling in the answers. With her background in education at a temple of Billant, she was very confident in her abilities to impress. Might as well even show off all of her known languages and intellect.
"The average air speed velocity...Unladen Swallow? Cormbac redtail or Eastern? However, for an actual answer you would first need to calculate the ground speed versus the wind speed..." The answer went on to indeed, thoroughly math and logic out the speed of an unladen swallow.
The next most stand out parts of the test were fairly simple. Just how well versed in other languages she was. Elvish, Common, and Dwarvish were fairly easy. Spoken on a fairly regular basis. Abyssal and Celestial however, was slightly more difficult. Celestial was something common in the clergy, but only used for ceremonial purposes most of the time. It was easy enough, but she had to go back and make a few corrections. Abyssal was...something she learned much more recently. Something she wasn't familiar with just yet.
Hopefully however, that wold be enough.
There, that should do it for her general knowledge. Answers given and accounting for. The next part was a little trickier, but of course, it was no problem for one as learned as her. A free form application testing your knowledge. Well, she was well versed in both history and arcana from years of study, but sticking to her strengths were going to achieve far better results. Religious topics were her forte, after all, and she had quite the vast repertoire of knowledge available.
"A brief report on the history of the god Tzaan and his banishment.
Let me preface this report by saying that I realize this is a rather touchy subject for many people. History regarding the god of Betrayal is, for whatever reason rarely documented or recorded. A gross oversight, really, as even something so unquestionably evil should be recorded and studied. After all, as all mages should know Knowledge is power, and the more information you have on your foes the easier it is to outwit them. That said, with as little room as I have, I will attempt to both reveal some information I acquired through independent study as well as potentially raise questions about the true nature of the God of Curses, and the mystery surrounding his banishment from the Pantheon.
Lets start with a question. Why Aarem? He is also considered an evil god, is he not? So why is he still part of the pantheon. A simple conclusion is easy to make form this. Tzaan has either done something so heinous to cause the other gods to purge him, or perhaps the God was unjustly removed as the other gods feared his power, and out of jealousy sought to diminish his power. It's difficult to really say. Such things are unfortunately lost to the annals of history. What I can say, however, is what I have gleaned from many hours of study. A more complete history of events than most records these days have access too. The three main reasons for Tzaan's banishment.
From records I have dug up from various theological sources, I have deduced and pieced together the events took place years ago before written history, and before even Wizards such as ourselves even existed. During the Age of Gods, when gods could even visit the realm in mortal form. The first perceived offense he allowed to happen, were to let his minions attack and take over domains and control from other gods. As even the most green Acolyte would know, there are many divine laws in place that prevent gods form combating one another, yet their followers are allowed too without too much interference aside from the normal boons they grant their clerics. Yet, this is not too damning, is it? It is no secret both competition and negative feelings exist between one gods disciples and the next. I have done my best to enlighten this subject more, but to no avail.
The second, was Tzaan's perceived problems with the other gods. Duuri, specifically. Ever so apathetic goddess of Madness. Some could perhaps argue, she's even too mad to even do her divine duties properly. One could say she would be the better one to remove from the Pantheon. While history is vague, Tzaan could have merely wished to get rid of something unneeded or unnecessary. There are some indications that some agreed, but the only reason this was not done, is simply more disagreed.
The third perceived offense was when Tzaan's followers attempted through sheer devotion and conquest to manifest him in the physical realm. A major breach of divine and mortal law, certainly. Anyone could say that it would cause much destruction if such a thing were to occur successfully. It is really difficult to say what Tzaan's goal here was. If it was simple destruction for the sake of it and destruction for the sake of power, then why. With any being, whether they be gods or mortals, there is always a reason. An underlying driving force for their actions.
In the end, this is not intended to be anything more than a report to raise questions and share potentially unknown knowledge with my peers. Again, I realize this is a highly debated subject but if we do not learn from history, we will simply repeat its failures."
Putting down her pen, Isil looked over her written work once more. A quick proofreading and making sure she didn't forget anything too important, and she decided she was done. There, that should get the higher ups attention. Even if they didn't by anything or everything, they should realize on some level she was both dedicated and willing to learn even the most exotic and unknown topics. Now, there was just one exam left - the magical aptitude test.
Finally, it was the magical aptitude test. A test of her practical skills. Using the few spells and cantrips she had at her disposal. Admittedly, as a normally by the books person Isil considered this was going to be her worst area. She needed to excel, but what could she do to stand out from the rest of the rabble? A quick mental check of all the spells and cantrips she knew as she was ushered into the test room.
Mage hand. Prestidigitation. Minor Illusion. Firebolt. How to use them all effectively? Minor Illusion and Prestidigitation were likely going to be her best friend in the exam. Mage hand was mostly used for utility. Firebolt was merely an offensive spell. Her spells...Protection from Evil and Good, Grease, Jump, Shield, Mage Armor, and Magic Missile. She had mostly been training to help people - magical effects that would benefit others. Something she was going to correct as soon as she was able to study.
Her thoughts were interrupted as it became her turn to show her skill. She gripped the wand she had been given to perform the exam tightly. Well, it was either now or never. The testing area was an open field. Some of the other students had their locales changed via illusions, but Isil wanted to keep things simple and practical. She didn't want to muddy things with some fancy acrobatics or a show. Magic was a tool for power, nothing more, nothing less. All she wanted A few fake target dummies set up on the opposite end of the field.
Ugh, this mage robe was fairly uncomfortable.
"Right then, Isil, just as you practiced..." She spoke, mostly to reassure herself.
When she was given the signal to begin, Isil made her first move. The dummy moved, beginning to walk towards her with its wooden sword in hand. Even if it was a simple illusion, she shouldn't get careless. First thing was first. Making a few arcane gestures with the wand she had been loaned, she cast her first spell - Grease. A patch of slippery grease splattered onto the ground underneath the dummy. With the sudden action, the dummies's footing became less steady until it took one step and fell flat on its face and lose the grip on its sword.
Quickly, she moved to cast another spell. A wave of her wand, and an illusory wall appeared in front of Isil. At first, nothing seemed to have happened - but for any watching from the Dummies side of the field would immediately noticed something. Isil seemingly had vanished. The illusory wall was a simple one, but on the surface of that wall,she had copied what was behind it, thus giving the illusion there was no wall there and one could easily see the area behind it.
Getting back to its feet, Isil relaxed slightly as the wooden dummy looked around for its target who seemingly seemed to have vanished. Grease and Minor Illusion taken care of. Next should be firebolt...as soon as the dummy turned around, Isil stood from her crouch, waving her wand once more, she cast Firebolt - the ball of fire launching itself from her wand and slamming into the dummy. Immediately she ducked behind her illusory wall once more, leaving the Dummy to wonder where it had come from.
While it fumbled around, Isil cast one more spell, this time on herself, the simple 'Jump' spell. Now she just needed to get the things attention. Dispelling the Minor Illusion, Isil revealed herself to the dummy, who soon found its target once more. It came walking at her, the greasy ground still beneath it. In one swift motion she cast one more cantrip - Prestidigitation. A small blindfold appeared around the dummies head, completely blocking off its vision long enough for it to completely miss Isil, and loose its footing on the grease once more before sliding and falling to the ground some distance away. Using her Mage Hand, she grabbed its weapon before it could reclaim it and finally, finished it off with one more fireball.
Slumping her shoulders and sighing, Isil felt drained. Well, she doubted it'd be the flashiest or most creative use, but she didn't care. She wasn't here for petty parlor tricks and shows. She was here to learn so she could finally get those traitors...
Oh boy this Nat 20 for the second test. There goes the rest of my luck for the game.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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