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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).
"A-ah hey you're still hurt!" The Shenke would shout in an obviously concerned manner as she'd watch the cub stumble as it'd attempt to leave. "Jeez, that leg of yours is still broken. Stop moving!" She'd gather a few pieces of wood from the felled tree, just some twigs and smaller branches as Eunice would walk over saying something about healing it and setting the limb. "A-ah! Right. That's probably a good idea, thanks Eunie. I'll take this guy back to camp so we can work there."
She could make a temporary splint with some branches and some threads of silk, so it'd be easy to heal...probably. She was still somewhat concerned she hadn't seen any parents yet, but if they hadn't shown up by now...well...they probably weren't. She'd walk over to the downed cub.
"Hey! Hey. I'm Kokoma." Now, whether the cub liked it or not she'd grab the thing by its waist, gently if she could so she could bring it with her. A few scratches or bites would be fine as far as she was concerned. She'd hold it in her arms, cradling it perhaps a bit like one might a baby - somewhat unsure how to hold it that would stop its leg from hurting otherwise so this was the best thing she could come up with. "No worries, I can do my thing later. Just wanna get it safe for now. Sides, I doubt I could just...eheh, beat some sense into it." Unless there was anything else to do here, she'd grab a few more branches and then head back to their campsite.
"Shhh, shhh." The huntress would coo as she'd wrestle briefly with the beast. It was unfortunate she had no real way of dispatching it quickly and painlessly, but lacking such a clean method to kill, one of her tails would latch around the creatures neck, the fangs sinking into its flesh and quickly severing the spinal cord from its head. Relatively painless at least, hopefully. Still, even if this was a relatively tame hunt and not too exciting, she was rather pleased with herself all things considered. Probably should save the skinning and preparation for later - though come to think of it, carrying the food with them would no doubt attract the attention of other predators.
"Hmm...well, it will probably be fine." She'd say to herself, scooping up the carcass of the creature in her tails. She'd prepare and skin it once they made camp. Maybe its pelt could be made into something useful, such as a blanket...though she'd have to perhaps, rely on the mortal for that.
"I have secured food for the evening." She'd say, smirking confidently as she'd catch up to her companions glad that they didn't seem to have run too far ahead. Any predator that came after them would be a non-issue anyways.
“Hm, alright. You know the way there already?” Enli would ask. “I’ll have Bolcha and some others come to take these three somewhere.” He’d say. “If you’ll follow me back to the longhouse, I’ll have him get you want, too.”
They wouldn’t spend long getting ready. The longer they took, certainly the more the trail would grow cold. If they had realized their plans were starting to fall apart, then well, they were more likely to do something drastic. A pair of pine torches, covered in burnable resin both given to Novak. One for now, one for later if they had need of it.
All they had to do now, was make their way to the supposed location of the seal.
A trek one of them had done before, and one that when all was said and done, wouldn’t be too difficult initially. The animals they’d pass would prove fairly impeding. The gliding bird-like creatures easily dispatched, and wolves so long as they were aware of them wouldn’t prove difficult. Thankfully, they hadn’t ran into another one of those armored beasts.
The villagers were right, though - the fog had definitely started to spread. Much further, it seemed. Lighting the torch would cause it to dissipate, creating a small bubble of safety from it. Heading to where the old temple was, with presumably novak leading the way. It seemed though - the hunters were prepared for anyone coming their way.
An arrow would whizz out of the fog, barely grazing Novak.
“Damn fog! I missed!”
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll make sure no one disturbs the seal!” Four hunters would emerge from the the fog, all carrying a small stone on their person. One with a bow, two with spears, and one with a rather hefty looking axe.
“Hmm…okay, I think it should be fine! We can totally handle this…probably.” Lazhira would Nod. “Okay…alright. I’m gonna distract them. I’ll sneak out and see what that box is and what’s in it. It’s probably some…nngh, I can’t tell what it is? Doesn’t seem to have much intelligence, it feels…mushy.” She’d shake her head. “Anyways! Uhm…I’ll leave sneak attacks to you two? Probably will want to take out anyone with a bow first…” She seemed like she would have liked a bit more input from Narkissa and Misaki on what they were doing, but assuming they didn’t have any revolutionary plan themselves, or something to say or would stop her, she’d give a nod and then summon a small little ball of light, and set off from their hiding place.
Curiously, once both of them would blink, they’d lose sight of her. After a few seconds they’d think they’d see her again, before promptly losing sight of her. It was like despite knowing she was there, and where she should be, their minds refused to process that she actually existed where she should - and it seemed like the hunters hadn’t noticed her yet. Perhaps they didn’t notice her at all, since they weren’t aware of her presence to start with.
Lazhira would stealthily approach the box, the contents of which were still growling, angrily thumping and attempting to break out of the box. Looking around, and pausing briefly as to how she could open it, before finding a large latch on one side.
“Okay…here goes…”
The young girl would open the crate.
Immediately a black tendril would lash out, striking her right in the chest and sending her flying.
“Gah!”
The black, slimy creature would pull itself from the box - it was another one of those black slime things that had been in the temple. It would slowly pull itself from its prison, though would quickly coalesce into a form perhaps more familiar - a large, almost somewhat spherical blob, but it didn’t seem to stop growing as it would start taking a more solid form. A large, oily tail would extend from its ‘back’, covered in dangerous looking bony spikes, while a spot at the top of it would start to almost resemble that of a humanoid, a large skull serving as its head…if any remembered, it was the same skull that had been on that smaller one that had been hiding from them. More bones and other things served as parts of armor, protecting its gelatinous insides. Numerous oily tendrils would wildly lash out, striking some of the hunters in the process and catching them off guard.
“What the-!” She had successfully gotten their attention, at least.
“...Calm yourselves!” Soyala would shout. “Our prey has come to us, it seems. No one let her get away, and we’ll put this thing back in its place.”
The creature would respond with an almost mournful shriek, lashing out again.
The fans were, after his initial few tests, seemed perfectly balanced. Strong, too. Maybe not strong enough to go toe to toe with heavier weapons, but with they certainly seemed suited to deflection and less conventional ways of fighting. The oni that had been lounging around the makeshift arena would give Nomura a decidedly unfriendly glare as he’d approach, obviously not thinking to terribly much of the guy.
“Who wants to fight the princess?” One of them would grunt.
“Gahahah, I bet he doesn’t even know how to use those toothpicks.”
“How much you think before he cries?”
They were definitely both underestimating and also not thinking too highly of him at the same time…save, for perhaps one of the more rougher looking Oni.
A scarred shirtless body, sharp horns protruding from his head. Standing easily over six feet, a scar running the length from his shoulder to his midsection. More easily crossed his body, in fact it seemed rarer that there wasn’t a scarred patch of skin somewhere. A necklace made from rope and a magatama hanging from it, as well as two more serving as earrings.
Curiously, he wasn’t wearing a mask like the others were.
Wordlessly, he’d ignore the words of his compatriots.
“I’ll be the first.” He’d say gruffly, the other Oni falling silent as he’d step into the arena proper. The katana he’d draw from his side, was as large as he was, the handle twice as large as a normal one, with the blade itself nearly being as long as he was tall and five inches in width.
And take the first move he would.
Despite the obvious heft and weight of the blade, he’d move without any trouble, the blade arcing downwards in a simple slash - likely nothing more than a test.
Isidore would stride into the pool, the cold water stinging his wounds as the steps carried him down waist deep into the bath. Deeper than it looked, perhaps, and cold, too. There was an odd feeling of…comfort, being in the pool though from the source one couldn’t say. Maybe it was to do with the assumed holy nature of it. Thankfully if the crimson lightning he had absorbed earlier didn’t seem bothered by it.
“Folzerrie.” She responded with a huff. “Alright, lets get this over with. Stay outta the water mutt, I’m not purifying this pool again.” Octavia gave a mildly annoyed growl but would wait obediently away from it. Seemed she was a bit put off by the water itself. The shadow elf priest would walk to the edge of the pool, in a bit of impatience it seemed.
“Alright, lets see…what was it again?” She’d walk start walking around the edge of the pool. “O’ goddess of stories, writer of fate and the trial of heroes,” Her feet would carry her around the pool, eventually ending up at the opposite end she had started on, where she’d begin walking into the pool herself. “Let not this story end, let it continue yet, mend flesh and bone, letting vigor leave the body not,” Slowly, she’d start moving her staff, letting the end of it stir the water.
The water now, was seemingly starting to move a bit on its own. Lazily circling Isidore as some unseen current would slowly carry it, taking all the blood and dirt from his body. Folzerrie would approach, slowly walking and muttering a few more what seemed to be holy prayers until she’d be standing behind Isidore. Something would start crawling up his body - the cold water slowly ascending and moving up his injured and wounded flesh, draining any fatigue and tiredness away from his body in a seemingly miraculous manner as it would travel all the way up, a thin layer of water enveloping him.
“Lay down.” She’d interrupt the prayer quickly, not giving Isidore much time to respond before the priestess would quite roughly grab him by the neck and pull him backwards into the water where he’d be briefly submerged entirely while he’d feel her hands slowly move across his body, as if guiding the water and where it should go in order to heal his body.
It certainly seemed to be working, at least. The fatigue and tiredness already left his body, and his body would be soothed and pain assuaged, a brief look at his hands would show the burns gone, and flesh replaced, the cold water renewing his body and ridding himself of wounds.
“Alright, you’re good.” The priestess would say, pulling him up out of the water. In all, the process had only taken about five minutes, all things considered. The priestess would get out of the pool fairly quickly, walking over to the podium. “Mhm, your welcome. Don’t come back. Honestly the fact you were still standing is amazing.”
…was it a trick of the somewhat low lighting in the area, or was there noticeable tiredness in the elfs visage? Her eyes seemed a bit strained, and quite like she was a going to fall asleep, and she was leaning a bit heavily on her staff moreso than she had been.
“Oh, and a bonus.” She’d say, picking up a jar of some sort. Silver in color, but earthy in feel - a clay jar, perhaps? Folzerrie would hand it to Isidore. “Water blessed by the goddess. Holy water. Helps heal minor wounds and whatever.” Supposing he took it, then there was probably nothing else for him unless he wanted to talk with the elf herself about something or another.
Supposing he accepted -
Item Received: Moonlit Water A type of holy water blessed by the Goddess of the Moon. Cures minor wounds and invigorates the body. Its surprisingly not a clear color - but a deep, oceanic blue. Seems to faintly glow at night. Not strong enough to harm demons.
The plants would initially continue to resist. Unlike fire or electricity, the plants seemed…significantly more rigid in their nature. More physical. Harder to move, harder to cooperate, almost as if they actively were going to resist any attempts at altering the way they were growing or the way they were moving.
Hm, how did Leuca manage to do it then? Perhaps she could have asked.
Well, she would find her own solution. If they wouldn’t willingly do it - then force.
The plants, would seemingly shudder lightly at Augusta’s touch, but the more rigid resistance would soon give way to malleability. The green foliage would start to move away from Augusta, the vines curling away and starting to cling to the walls, as though they were a bit frightened of the elf before them. The flowers too, would close their petals, wilting under Augusta’s watch as they’d change their growth. One by one the tangled mess of plants would start start clinging to the wall and floor, and soon would appear less of a tangled mess as it they would start to wilt into a thorny sphere of vines, as if it was trying to protect itself from whatever else was in the room.
“...Hm, I see, congratulations. You can be a quick learner when you want to be.” Rullphana replied.
Skill Acquired: Flora Command (lesser) - You’re able to command the natural world around you, to an extent. Though, as it comes from domination rather than understanding and mutual understanding, it is not out of mutual respect or because they desire it. Rather - they do not wish to incur your wrath, so they cooperate.
You can’t perform complex actions or move them very quickly yet, and flora with more vitality may still ignore you outright as of now.
Leuca, for the most part seemed silent, looking towards the now balled up thorny plant with a bit of sadness, though she said nothing and soon the scene was interrupted by a familiar voice as they would enter the tower.
“I see everyone is working hard.”
“Ah! Sorcha!” Leuca would run over, greeting the woman as excitedly as ever. “I-I did it! Proper magic! Oh, the druids would be so impressed!”
“Ahahah, is that right? Oh, is that why you’re covered in dirt?”
“Impressed!? The entire side of that room was covered in a forest!” Raelzeth would chime in with a mild bit of impressed annoyance. “Is that even normal for a Sirithen!?”
“Heh, who knows.” Sorcha responded, picking up Leuca into a hug. “Well, we’ll need to get you cleaned up.” The warriors eyes would fall on Augusta. “Hm…done with Augusta, Rullphana?”
“Mhm, for now, yes. Feel free to drag her back to your torture routine.”
“Well then, Augusta, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“We saw some heading towards the Obelisk! There was an odd light over there earlier…” The same villager who had spoke with Nobunaga about it earlier would reply to Novak and Enli.
“The Obelisk…? That old ruin…? What could they be wanting there?” Enli frowned, rubbing his weathered, now stern face. “Haa, so much trouble for us. If what I’ve been told is correct, then someone is trying to break a seal on some…old goddess or something…then…maybe…hm.” Enli would turn his head towards Kippoushi. “We need to figure out where this seal is and what exactly is going on. We can assume its in that pit that was under the temple…In that case, we should send someone to study it and figure out what we’re doing.” Enli would smile lightly. “Hm, and the girl I know that has best knowledge and understanding about that…Lazhira.”
“I think I saw her heading out to the Obelisk with a few of the other travelers.” One of the other villagers would chime in.
“What of the hunters? Have you seen them anywhere else?”
“Soyala headed to the Obelisk, but I’m not sure about the others. I think we saw a few heading into the forest, but that wasn’t anything unusual until just now.”
If nothing else, it seemed like they had a small choice to make. Head to the obelisk to see what was going on there - or head to the supposed Location of the seal and seeing if there were any hunters or people snooping about. Though, that left them with some way of needing to get past the fog.
“A counter ambush?” Lazhira would echo. “Well, we could! I uhm, well, do know some small magical tricks at least! Though I’m not sure I’m…good at the whole fighting thing and Misaki looks too fluffy to know how to fight.” It was true that they could do an ambush, but exactly how that would be handled remained to be seen.
The hunters would now be bringing something and setting it on the ground nearby. A large…crate of some sort. Large enough that it needed two people to carry safely, and seemed fairly heavy too. It was oozing black slime like the kind Narkissa and Lazhira had seen back in their little dungeon dive earlier. Also seemed a bit agitated and violent, the box violently shaking and thumping, causing the hunters to drop it before reaching its destination, but it didn’t seem like it could get out, whatever was inside. “Maybe…hm, I could…well…maybe mess with their heads a little?” Lazhira would offer. “Make them sort of…not notice us, at least, until we get to where we’re gonna position ourselves? And attract their attention after that.” She’d look over to Misaki. “...maybe we should go back and find someone? What about um, Kippoushi? And Novak? Though…we might be too late if we don’t go ahead and do something…”
“...L…A?” The figure would shake her head, seeming a bit confused by the whole response Nicholas gave, but otherwise didn’t question some of his more odd words as she’d linger by the cabin’s door. She seemed like she wanted to keep a bit of distance between the two of them. “Uhm…well…I don’t know about that but…the undead shouldn’t bother you here…”
She’d move away from the door now, slowly walking to the table, not taking her eyes off Nicholas.
“I’ve…not seen you here before…” She’d state, giving Nicholas a mildly curious glance. “...are you with…Liven? Or…are you just a traveler?” She didn’t seem like she wanted to get too much closer to Nicholas, her soft voice inquiring about who he was in a fairly timid manner.
“I can speak from experience to the sound.” She’d respond with a smile. “It does indeed, sound as lovely as any flute or other instrument.” She would though, frown slightly as he made his concerns apparent. “Well, you don’t actually have to know how to play even if you do carry it, though your concerns are valid…a war fan, though…? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are a mountain spirit.” She’d chuckle lightly. “You are In luck, though, yes I do. Not something I have that often in my inventory, but it just so happens that I currently do.”
Mie would leave Malphas for a few moments, though like last time it wouldn’t be long before she returned with a war fan - a set of them, in fact. The two were simple in construction of iron and subtly decorated. Unassuming when closed, but when folded open one would be black in color with a small embossing of what seemed to be a white-colored fox on one side of the folds. The other was the inverse of that one. White with the embossing of a black fox on the other.
They were fairly heavy, all things considered. Could easily be used as a club. The iron spokes on the outer sides of it also were sharpened to a point, and just longer than the fan itself.
“Does this suit your tastes?~” She’d ask.
Item Received: Fox War Fan A pair of war-fans you received from Mie. One is white, with an embossing of a black fox upon one side of its face, while the other has the inverse. Plainly decorated and unassuming, if a bit heavy. Easily used as a club against unarmored opponents, and the iron spokes on the outer sides of it are sharpened to a point, and just longer than the fan itself. Useful for catching or parrying blades if the fan is opened, and also causing slashing wounds.
Otherwise mundane.
“If you are, then get in there. The Oni are tired of waiting around.” She’d chuckle. Indeed, the Oni that had been waiting around seemed to be a bit restless from all the waiting. "I'd suggest also at least, becoming acquainted with the blade too, though that's your decision."
“...What in the name of the goddess’ ocean happened to you?” The elvish woman would respond after a long, few seconds. She seemed genuinely impressed he was still standing, let alone able to even talk or speak in his condition. Still, her eyes would slowly fall to his side and the coin pouch at it. “Hm…lets see, considering the suddenness of it, the amount of work its going to take to stop you bleeding all over everything, a fee for any unforeseen complications, a fee for cleaning the carpets, something for dinner…” She’d seem to make a few more calculations silently in her head. “50 silver. If you can afford that, off with your clothes and into the pool - well, what remains of them anyways. It’s not going to take too terribly long.”
He could indeed, afford it, but something seemed a bit off with a few of the things she’d said he’d need to pay for. Octavia tilted her head quizzically, almost seeming a bit suspicious of the woman too.
The plants had certainly rampantly grown. Nearly the entire side of the workshop that Leuca had been working in had been taken up. Vines, flowers, all manner of plants had just grown in a fairly chaotic manner. The elf herself seemed to be suspended mid-air, bound tightly in her planty prison. Thankfully for Augusta, it’d be easy enough to cut her out if she had something to well, cut with.
Focusing like she had earlier, Augusta would attempt forming a blade of fire. It was a tiny bit harder than she’d anticipate to do - giving fire itself a more solid form that lasted more than a few seconds would be a bit harder than she’d have done previously. It’d form, but with each strike the blade would dissipate in her hand, causing her to need to re-form it. And it was less of a blade at this point, and more of a simple mass of fire with some weight to it. Still, it was a fairly effective tool for cutting plants, taking a bit of force to slice through them and leaving them burnt, unable to grow back and soon Leuca would be free. Perhaps a bit more practice and she could do something proper with it.
“Oof…that was terrible…” The elf would say, once free, moving closer to Rullphana and Raelzeth. The small elf was covered in small cuts from some thorns, as well as a heaping of plant sap and some dirt and soil from the pots the plants had been planted in.
“This is what happens when you lack control.” Rullphana would tell the Sirithen, huffing lightly. “It will control you instead, so to speak. A similar principle to your ancestral abilities, in practice.”
“Y-yes…”
As Augusta would focus on the rest of the plants, Rullphana would lecture Leuca on a few particulars an extreme beginner would need to know. Apparently, those without the inherent ability like Augusta had, had to spend years usually to be able to even make a small fireball…but that was neither here nor there.
Augusta would lay a hand on the plants that had chaotically taken over the place. They were grown with magic, and as such it did stand to reason they could be…controlled with magic. Extending her reach from her body through the plants, she could easily ‘feel’ them and how they were grown, though getting them to do exactly as she’d want was a different matter entirely. It was slow at first, and it was hard for her to wrap her mind around the object, but she was able to follow the ‘flow’ of mana in the plants towards what seemed to be their source.
A ball of magical energy deep within the plant life. Yet, when she tried moving it, it resisted. She’d tell it to move, it wouldn’t budge. It didn’t seem like they wanted to cooperate though. Maybe she needed to do something else…?
Neffy would pull her blade from the goblins corpse, glad that it had worked. Really, she was glad she hadn't ended up a Nem-kebab or something. Thankfully it all went well. She had already been thinking of all the ways it could have gone wrong. She would turn to face the others with her, breathing a bit heavily but otherwise, outwardly fairly calm looking despite her thoughts traveling faster than Trina ran after stealing a cake.
"...I-is that all of them?" She'd quietly ask aloud, taking a quick look around, prepared to do her job more if she had too. Ugh, direct confrontations like this wasn't what she liked doing.
Well, she supposed she should have expected that response, with the other gods being what they were. Hmph. Not like she could say they were wrong either. They should avoid confrontation, getting Flora into trouble was probably a bad idea and she didn't want to put the poor girl through anything else...now of course, whether or not she could refrain from her more predatory instincts remained to be seen. She was a bit disappointed in the God of the oceans though. She wasn't expecting him to turn away from a decent hunt...but she really didn't know much about the oceans or the god himself, really.
Not that she didn't get to question this.
Moridax had the audacity to actually ask for her protection. Well, she didn't have a problem with it really. Protecting people was something that at least loosely fell under her domain. She might have readily agreed too, had the moment she asked something didn't cross their path.
Some sort of...odd grey creatures. About a dozen of them, four long legs. Slender legs and taller than any present. Compact bodies, with round heads and large orange eyes. She had never seen such creatures before - and seeing them immediately made her ears and tails all stand on end. An unknown creature? Right in front of her? Well, how could she say no?
"Hmm, what were you saying Moridax? Sorry, I was busy observing those creatures. I suddenly find myself hungry, so..." Pulling away from the Goddess of the Dead, the Huntress wouldn't wait for someone to tell her no before she'd crouch low to the ground, pushing off the ground towards the four legged creatures using her tails to pounce upon the one closest to her.
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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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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>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).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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