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STATUS: 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. 5 yrs ago
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5 yrs ago
Current 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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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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In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin


The knights reactions were swift, effective. Ethelred’s lance would not find the intended target of the larger fomorian, by the time he had charged the thing was already leaping towards the two wayward children. The lesser fomorians, barely managed to get out of the way, Ethelred catching one under the hooves of his steed while impaling a second on his lance.

The lanky fomorian was only stopped mid-air by Reinhardt’s harpoon as it impaled the thing in its chest and was pulled away mid leap, sending the creature hurtling to the ground and pulled towards Reinhardt with a pained shriek. Not out however, it would quickly scramble to its feet, leaping towards its assailant, claws bared to dig into Reinhardt’s neck and shoulders and teeth to mangle his face.

Unfortunately for the others, they would be caught up in marduk’s assault - the half elf leaped right into the middle of their formation, scattering them from the sudden appearance of a third foe. They’d quickly recover, though, as his staff would connect with the skull of a second, sending it to the ground as the remaining four would in turn focus on him. One of the smaller ones carrying a fell colored blade aimed to attack him head on, the second deciding towards flanking from the side with its own blade.

This however, left the third remaining one…to focus on the children.

“Guh…I-I’m not scared of you!” The young boy with the sword would hold his ground as they’d approach. It attempted to swing at the boy, only to be met with the clang of steel as the boy’s blade was effortlessly cast aside as the fomorian cackled wickedly, preparing a follow up strike.


@Pyromania99
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Early Night


Ah, it smelled so good. There was something special about the atmosphere and general feel of a slightly cramped dinner hall that she could never get tired of. Probably due to her own upbringing and her past, really. She’d inhale the scent of cooked meat, listening and following Luna to as they’d come to the kitchen. Ah, it all smelled so good. She’d hover over where they were cooking the various cuts of mutton, deer and wild boar common in Albion. She’d look less like a queen and more like a kid watering over a piece of candy…in fact it Luna could almost imagine she saw a tail wagging back and forth like some sort of excited puppy.

An excitement that completely disappeared when Luna handed her the bowl of stew.

What were these horrible green things…

“Luna you know d-ahem-I don’t normally eat plants.” She’d say, fidgeting on the spot as she’d hold the bowl some distance from her. “I-In fact you could say I am allergic to vegetables. Please remove these from the bowl and fetch me a nice, fresh, juicy cut of meat hm? Maybe add some bread? I wouldn’t mind a fresh potato.” The Queen met Luna's stare with a friendly smile of her own. “Yes, this is also an order from your humbly beautiful queen to her knight. Get to it, go on~”

@VitaVitaAR


“...hm? Like…what?” The maid tilted her head slightly, moving the heart away from Fio just slightly. “Oh…this? Its…cursed? Oh, good…I thought it might have gotten…un-cursed somehow…” The sickly maid covered her mouth with her free hand again to mask a…muffled laugh? “Mhm? Why do you look…perturbed?” She’d proceed to pull the heart closer to her chest, shoving her hand and the organ both inside of a small cutout in her dress that was fairly cleverly concealed by overlapping fabric.

“Mhm…Sucaria. Maid of the Lightsword family…” She’d remove her hand from her dress, revealing it now empty save for the blood that drenched it. In fact, now that she had time to look there were splotches of blood all over her dress. Her non-bloodied hand would hold a cloth up to her mouth, cleaning the small trickle of blood from her cheek. “Can…I help you…? You seem confused…Or do you want to see it again?” She’d stand there, sleepily waiting for instruction, using the cloth to clean her hands. Surprisingly the cloth itself didn’t seem to get dirty no matter how much she used it to clean up.

“...I know where almost…every book in the library is located, if that’s what you’re here for…” She’d tiredly state. “Also…somewhat good with magic if you need something done…”

@FrogRFlowR


“Hm…scout the exterior, huh. Alright, sure I’ll-” But he was off before Gabe could finish his sentence. The Lightsword knight watched in a mildly impressed manner as Niall ran off, a small smile creeping over his features as he’d chuckle…and start doing as he was asked too. Shouldn’t be too hard, hm?

Niall swiftly approached the front entrance, the cover of night obscuring him from the bandits rather lax lookouts. He could vaguely makeout a brief conversation between the two.

“Can you believe it? We actually caught the guy.” One of them said with a chuckle.

“What ya think they’re gonna do with him?”

“Same thing they do with the rest of them, what else-ah?!”

A brief moment, and the cloud of darkness would fall over them, their conversation interrupted as a dark cloud fell over the moon obscuring their vision even more. A cold wind blew past them, Niall expertly lunging past before the two could barely register what was happening…but he was in, but as soon as the cloud of darkness passed, seconds later the two guards looked up towards the sky. No clouds they could see.

“...oi, go tell the other guards on the walls about this and go inform Annagan.”

“...ahaha, you can’t be serious? You think one of those humans would-”

“Shut your mouth! Just do as your told.”

Niall would have no trouble finding a decent place to hide. Behind the hastily constructed wooden shelters and the canvas tents the bandits had set up, was a perch for a lookout and a sniper, thankfully unoccupied. Leaping atop its roof, it was far from the highest point in the camp - but here he had a much better view of the happenings.

The camp was roughly rectangular on one end, and circular on the other. The entrance he had come in was one from the eastern side, and the other was on the north. The rock that sat at the back of the camp was the west with the southern side seemingly having to entrance or exit at all, blocked completely by palisades. About four lookout towers including the one he was on, some covered, some not, dotted the wall. Two were occupied.

As far as buildings went, there were about five temporary tents made of a variety of materials, and three temporary somewhat large wooden shacks put together by the bandits, no doubt made from trees in the area. There didn’t seem to be much organization to their layout, the only noticeable thing was the clear path down the center that lead towards the back of the camp towards the rock wall where the largest building was. Built into the rock face was a large wooden building, built a bit off the ground and decorated a bit lavishly with hunting trophies.

A majority of the bandits were gathered around a large bonfire where they were busy enjoying themselves with food, and…well, more than a little drink. It was hard to get a full count since not all were likely in the open, but he could at least count at least two dozen outside.

Curiously, towards the large house in the back, seemed to be a one stationed as a guard outside a small dug out place that seemed to lead towards some sort of basement.

Sadly though, there did not seem to be many weaknesses he could exploit from out here. Their defenses weren’t anything spectacular, but they weren’t exactly bad either, it seemed. He had a layout now, and a good grasp of their numbers. Unless there was something he wished to investigate in particular, now was likely a good idea to finish before he got caught…
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR


“Wise words, Raam.” Akando replied, walking over to one of the downed deer, taking the arrow from its corpse and offering it back to Seelay after inspecting it to make sure it was still useable. “None of us thought about that, but…well, it makes sense.” He’d heft the thing over his shoulder once done, he’d turn to the Raam. “Take a deer and the wolf, will you? We can have Bolcha skin butcher it once we get everyone back to the village. Safer to talk there, too.”

Assuming Gideon would, Akando would take point, effortlessly carrying the deer on his shoulder while he’d leave the other deer for Seelay to carry back. It was perhaps a bit dangerous with the wildlife about, and they’d pass a group of riplings busy feasting on the carcass of a wolf on the way back. Thankfully, they were not bothered by the forest avians.

After reaching the village, Akando took the two to Bolcha’s workshop. A fairly large building situated centrally in the village so most people had easy access to it, and it certainly smelled like both a butchery and a craftsman workshop full of leather and tools. Bolcha himself was outside, seemingly having just gotten back. A man nearby dressed in simple clothes was wrapping a bandage around his arm.

“Well now,” He’d smile seeing the three hunters giving them a warm smile. “Aren’t you three a sight for sore eyes. That’s a lot of meat ya have for me there. Set ‘em down on that table and I’ll have one of my boys bring it in and get to work on it.” He’d motion to a table that was covered by a small overhang on the roof where a number of dismantling and skinning tools were.

“Got lucky, thanks to Seelay’s skills and Gideon’s foresight.” Akando replied, doing exactly that and setting the deer carcass on a nearby table just on the front of the shop. “What happened to him?”

“Dumb fool got himself bit by something in the ocean after he made a fishin’ hole in the ice.” Bolcha grunted in response. “Took a pretty big chunk out of his arm, too. Probably whatever’s spookin the fish. He’ll be alright, but whatever that thing is its gonna hurt our fishing prospects if this keeps up.”

“...tch.” Akando frowned. “We’ll need to figure that out sooner than later.” He’d turn back to Seelay and Gideon. “Thanks for the help. This should feed everyone for a week or so at least before we need to go back and do any more hunting. I’ll gather the hunters in the church tonight and we can talk about things there.” He’d look towards the treeline. “...be wary if you go back into the forest. If what the Kyrnith said is true and things from the deeper forest have moved in…things that live there aren’t just beasts. Old things live there.”

There was probably enough time for them to find something else to do in the meantime, as the sun was slowly starting its descent across the sky.



The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99


Tallen lowered his head, a high pitched whine coming from the large wolf as the ropes binding him were cut. Smelling the dried meat was enough to stir the beast into action though, as it would greedily devour it, sating its hunger however momentarily it could. The ropes would come undone easily, snapping in twain from Atzi’s cutting until he was completely free, Tallen falling to the ground, barely able to lift its head from both the wound in his neck and hunger.

There were no signs of blood, or footprints. In fact, one could say the area was suspiciously clear of any such things considering the situation. The wound was obviously fresh, likely inflicted when his howl had been cut off earlier…but then did they cover their tracks?

“My my, someone’s furious. I wonder if she’d let me in to have a little fun…maybe we should rile her up a bit? Throw a fireball at that mutt.” It was a good thing she had similar senses that the Blood demon possessing her had, though despite its goading. It was subtle, but Vammy could hear something…multiple somethings. Upon the hill overlooking this little sloped incline. Six sets of footsteps, slowly, quietly approaching. Tallen would lift his head, a low growl coming from his tired body in the same direction.

Thwip

The sound of a bowstring loosing as multiple arrows would fire themselves towards the duo, barely having enough warning to defend themselves or avoid it…though if they did, avoid, no doubt one or two would hit Tallen.




An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord


The wolf hesitated upon seeing that it wasn’t likely to get an easy meal. The beast slinked closer, growling and keeping the both of them in its sight, only briefly glancing towards the raised Haruno. Ultimately though, it did not seem to be deterred and it would soon become apparent it wasn’t alone, either. There was a snarl, a second wolf would dash from the underbrush, making a mad dash towards Nylah, fangs and teeth bared seemingly not wary of the spears of light she had formed.

A third would attempt flanking Lissa from the opposite side while she was distracted by the first wolf, attempting to leap and knock her over. The first would dash towards her ankles regardless of her action to defend herself or which she engaged.


In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Razed Village
Noon

@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin


“...hm, I see.” The mayor responded, watching Marduk walk off with what seemed to be his usual passive expression. “If you mean the supposed fomorian accosting the countryside near the Harzelslack border, I’m afraid I can’t say much, aside from rumors the occasional refugee has mentioned.” He would fold his arms behind him as he spoke, tired eyes seemingly studying Ethelred. “My advisor would know more, but unfortunately he is out and not likely to return until this evening. The only piece of useful information that I might have is apparently the thing is incredibly stealthy. The few rumors I’ve heard say it attacks with barely any warning. Only a ferocious roar moments before it does. Thankfully it seems to have been pacified or fallen into a slumber but there’s no telling how long it will. As for that cursed knight you mentioned. I assume you mean the one the guards barred from the town for causing a disturbance…I do not know where they went, though I am surprised to learn that someone would…employ such a woman.”

“Sir Conand…” A guard would run over. “Apologies for the interruption.”

“No matter. What is it?”

“We’ve secured the area, the dead have been gathered. No Fomorian walk the streets now, sir.”

“Ah, good. No more interruptions…will the tower be set back any?”

“Nay, sir. They didn’t bother it.”

“Good, good.” He would turn back towards Ethelred. “If there is nothing else then, I believe that is as much help as I’ll be able to provide. If you’ll excuse me…” Assuming he had no more questions for Conand, he would walk off, flanked by a pair of guards as he’d head back towards the manor, leaving the knights to head for the Harzel border…

After loading up the pieces of armor that he could from the cyclopean fomorian they would set off. From Redwater, the trio would travel across the plains and along the coast, continuing northwest just as they would pass ruins Ethelred would be most familiar with. Remaining on high alert, Reinhardt would remain so for the duration of their trip - it saved them the trouble of getting ambushed by another small group of Fomorians and ultimately they would arrive at their destination about noon half a day later.

It was a disheartening sight.

The village was completely burned to the ground. Not a single building remained standing, black ash covering the burned and forsaken ground. Not even the trees nearby were spared becoming little more than burned, blackened husks. Curiously, some walls that remained standing had large marks carved into them, as though the massive claws of some beast had carved themselves into it. There seemed to be fomorian corpses in stages of decomposition, and similarly burned scattered about too.

There was, however, no sign of Elnith or what had immediately happened here.

“Eeeek!”

Save for a shout that had come from deeper within. A brief investigation would reveal a pair of kids, barely old enough to be out on their own…and a group of Fomorians numbering about seven. Some short goblin like ones, and a single more lanky one with more agility that they had encountered in Redwater.

“D-damn it! W-what are fomorians doing here?!” The boy would shout, holding a sword in front of him. A small girl behind him trembled in fear.


@Pyromania99@FrogRFlowR@VitaVitaAR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Early Night


“Fine with me,” The queen would respond with a yawn, stretching her arms above her head. “I could use some rest. Horseback is not my preferred method of travel…that said, Niall.” She’d turn to face the owl knight. “I realize I do not have room to command you beyond our agreement, but if you are confident in your abilities, I’ll send you and one of the Lightsword brothers to scout the place tonight before we make an assault tomorrow. In the meantime, Luna, Fio, and I shall rest from our travels.” Sorcha glanced towards Fio. “Report immediately if you find anything, Fio. I shall be waiting for the food to be done.”

The queen then left, leaving her knights to do as she instructed, Luna would follow not far behind her as they would both head towards the barracks mess hall. She’d let Luna lead the way as she was more familiar, content to simply follow along behind her knight. A few local guards would pass by, saluting both Luna and Sorcha.

“Your guards seem well trained.” She’d idly comment as they’d pass. “I’d expect nothing less from the same family that trained you.” The queen smiled, giving Luna a friendly bap on the shoulder. “I just have one question - do they make food as good as they produce soldiers?” This was accompanied by the rumbling of the queen's stomach, earning a small embarrassed laugh from the queen as they’d step into the dinner hall.

@VitaVitaAR


The Library would be easy enough for Fio to find. A few directions from the soldiers stationed here and she’d find herself on the side of the fort opposite of the dinner hall and barracks and up a single flight of narrow stairs she’d find herself in a library study. The room was richly decorated, a carpet covering most of the wooden floor while against the back and left wall were a series of bookshelves. A single chandelier and a window on the opposite wall, positioned to face the setting sun was the only source of light. A desk set near the window, a few scrolls of paper and ink bottles on it ready to be used. Looked like this place wasn’t used much, perhaps no surprise considering it was a simple fort on the edge of the Lightsword territories.

What was surprising though, was that Fio wouldn’t be alone.

“...nhn?” It was an elf, at least she looked like an elf, dressed in a maids uniform, a more dusky skin tone than what elves usually had with rose colored eyes. A small stuffed animal that presumably belonged to her sat nearby on a bookshelf she was dusting. “...you must be one of the guests…” She’d cough, covering her mouth with her right hand as she’d turn to face Fio, the other being held to her chest. “S-sir Leo…asked me to look after you all…” Her voice was quiet, and a bit tired sounding and from the second cough she might have given, perhaps she was Ill.

“I-I am terribly sorry to bother you, but…” She’d approach Fio, still holding a hand to her chest with a somewhat pained expression. “...I think…my heart hurts a bit…Can you c-check if something is wrong?” She removed her hand from her chest…and proceeded to present Fio with her still beating heart.

A small trickle of blood would pour from the corner of her mouth as she would smile at Fio in a completely innocent manner.

@FrogRFlowR


Night fell over Albion, the cold crisp air only kept at bay by the relative warmth of the hot springs. Gabriel had been assigned to go with Niall, having decided to let their prisoner end up in the prisons solitary confinement area for some…enhanced interrogation for the night. Asking the queen for details before the pair had set off, she made it clear that this was only a scouting mission. Their goal was to determine their numbers, any weakness they could exploit in dealing with the bandits, as well as any potential dangerous threats.

The trip there would have Niall leading the way with his superior vision while Gabriel followed behind, relying on the moonlight itself to follow the knight in front of him. The Lightswords second eldest would make friendly chatter with the Owl knight, though not all of it completely…knightly. Like how beautiful the queen was, for example. He also chattered idly about Luna and his family, and the bandits themselves if asked.

After some hour or so of travel though, they would finally be at their destination.

In the foothills, near the easternmost part of the Llobrokr mountains, they would soon find themselves in a small forested area. A feeling of wrongness immediately hung in the air, noticeable immediately to the both of them, and even more so to Niall with his Tuathan upbringing.

“...wait…this…” Gabriel frowned as he’d hop off his steed. “...a Wasteland? In this forest? This wasn’t in the report…” It was definitely one. The forest was silent. Eerily so, the only sounds coming from what sounded like human voices just over the hill. A feeling of wrongness hung in the air, causing the two to unwittingly just feel a tinge of hesitation upon nearing it. “...we’ll report that later. How do you want to approach this?” He’d ask, deferring to Niall’s judgment.

The pair had approached the bandit camp from the east, and were currently just now on top of a small hill near it. The camp itself was fairly large, built into what seemed to be a small rock that towered over the forest. A wooden wall had been constructed around it, too, with only what looked like two entrances. One on the side they had approached from, and one on the northern side. Two guards stood at either entrance, though they looked bored out of their skulls. It was hard to tell anything else from this vantage point, but several more wooden structures could be seen.

Seemed the bandits had dug in their heels into this place. Raucous chattering and laughter could be heard from within, though it would be hard to make anything out completely from this distance.

How would Niall proceed?
In Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keeper of the Arcana

@RolePlayerRoxas@VitaVitaAR


"Aha, success!" Kokoha responded with a very brief cry of victory as her sword cleanly cut through the frogs tongue. Ugh, she'd have hated it if she had ended up like some dumb anime gag in that one anime...she forgot the name of. Whatever. "Huhu, of course I'd do well-" She didn't get long to gloat about her small victory before the frog in question leaped off the building into the air, starting to hurtle towards the group of magical girls to crush them with its impressive weight.

"Giant frogs are not the things I like being crushed by!" Kokoha shouted as she'd immediately start making a beeline away from the massive shade amphibian. Okay, strength was good and all but if it was just gonna crush her to death...hm...maybe she could just whack it with Judgement? No no, that'd leave her vulnerable and completely exhausted. Ugh, why did it take so damn long to swap cards!? Okay, breathe Kokoha, breathe...slowly, she'd banish the Strength card, feeling her physical might leaving as she'd draw another card - the Hermit. If she could draw it just before the impact from the frog, then hopefully she could maneuver to strike it where it could hurt the most.
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR


The beast would remain silent as they replied, seconds stretching into what felt like minutes as it would quietly gauge their response before it would finally deign to reply to the hunters.

“Such is the cycle of life. The wolves, too, have been starved by the frost of the Beast of Rime.” It would flick its head towards the south, a brief, cold wind passing through the area. “...all of the forest hurts. Wolves starved. The birds which run along the ground found no shelter from the beasts. The armored behemoths starved, unable to find enough food themselves.” It would turn its head back towards the gathered hunters. “The beasts of the deeper forest seek sustenance elsewhere too.”

“...does anyone understand what this gangly deer is saying?” Sionna would point to the Kyrnith, completely oblivious. “He’s speaking in riddles and riddle games are for the kid fairies.”

“...you would do well to keep such comments as ‘gangly deer’ to yourself, child of the Otherworld.”

“Do…do you mean the beasts which leave in the deeper forest are hunting here?” Akando asked hastily, a frown forming on his features. The Kyrnith did not deem it important to reply, instead, turning to walk, long legs slowly gliding across the snowy ground, each step clearing away the snow beneath him with a small gust of air.

“Take your spoils, but be warned. Do not take more than the forest can sustain. I will uphold the principles bestowed upon me upon my creation…”

“We should…head back. Get what we can. I’m…concerned about what the Kyrnith has said.” Akando would finally relax with a sigh. “If the beasts of the deeper forest are here then…ngh, we can deal with that later. We should get back before it gets too late.” They were free to gather their spoils and head back towards the village, it seemed.




The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99


A curious thing.

The cabin abandoned as though someone had made a hasty retreat, a dead corpse, and rime beasts. Scavengers or the reason for fleeing? Surely if they were, Maira could have handled two herself…it was hard to really say what had occurred here. The only one who did, was Maira herself.

So across the river the two would travel - deep into the Kyr forest. It was a fairly easy journey. A small bridge had been constructed some time ago, though the path quickly faded once they had come to the opposite treeline and another problem would soon present itself. Atzi was a skilled craftsman to be sure…but could she track? She had heard a wolf in this direction, Tallen or not, but how would she go about locating them? Calling again would result in a similar response - though this one would be cut short, like it had been interrupted mid-howl, but it would give Atzi and Vammy both another heading.

It would take a fairly long hike through the woods, but eventually the pair would find what they’d seek. At the bottom of a small decline surrounded on two sides by fairly tall earthen walls, was a rather disheartening site. It was definitely Tallen, but the poor beast was tied to a massive boulder. Thick, sturdy ropes had been tied around the beast's neck and ankles, preventing the animal from moving at all - worse was the source of what cut it off mid howl. A wound from some sort of weapon had gouged out the beasts neck. Rather concerningly, the beast looks thinner then the last time Atzi had seen it…

Upon seeing Atzi, the large wolf gave a pitiful whine, raising its head just slightly to acknowledge her presence. Whoever had done this to the beast didn't seem to be nearby from an initial glance...

“Aw, what a pitiful beast. I bet its fur would make a good carpet…” Of course, the little demon on her shoulder had something to say about it…




An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord


“Nngh. I’m not in…any condition to resist.” She’d respond as she’d fall onto Nylah, allowing herself to be treated by the apprentice healer. Really - her injuries seems to be more than just something a little rest and first aid could do. Aside from her arm being awkwardly twisted, a solid chunk of skin had been taken out of her abdomen and what seemed to be relatively old puncture wounds of some sort on her back and shoulders. Thankfully those were bleeding less than the fresh seeming cuts and gashes on her arms, but they hadn’t been properly treated or had time to heal.

“Ggh…glad that Dawn…is…alright…” She’d tiredly speak out through a few pained grunts as Lissa would apply the tourniquet to her shoulder. “We tried to…break through the storm but the Yaga ambushed us-” A fit of coughing interrupted the Oni, after which she’d fall silent, pained, labored breathing following.

The Reed was easy enough to prepare - crushing it, mixing it with a bit of hastily melted water from the snow was the best that the Mothraki could likely achieve right now, and then wrapping the most severe bleeding with the resulting paste would serve to stop most of the bleeding on her arms, and a few strips over the large tear in her stomach would likely be enough to stop most of the bleeding.

“If you could…help me to the village-” She’d attempt to stand, though would quickly find herself unable to do so as she’d both likely be chastised by Nylah and her weakened body. She was probably as stable as the two were going to get her out here - so long as they didn’t run into anything else it would probably be fine -

Of course, it wasn’t going to be quite that easy.

From just out of the brush came low growls, a hungry looking wolf slinking from under the foliage, no doubt attracted by the smell of blood…and no doubt there was another wolf or two nearby.

In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin


The commotion finally settling down, the people who had managed to escape would slowly come drifting to see the remains of the fight that had just occurred. It was not long however, before the local guard would come running, shooing off the people and forming a perimeter around the market. Thankfully, the three knights didn’t seem to be something they’d concern themselves with, focusing more on making sure there weren’t any more fomorians skulking about.

Just as Reinhardt turned to leave, however, he would be stopped by an older man, dressed in a simple black robe with short, somewhat haggard looking hair and an overall tired looking appearance with sharp, blue eyes.

“If you’ll allow me a moment of your time before you leave. Allow me to thank you. I am Conand, Mayor of Redwater. I oversee things in place of Lord Alistan. I understand you are in a hurry, but you must allow me to provide you a small reward for your assistance.” Something about this...Conand's presence was odd. Not wrong, or unsettling just...odd. Perhaps it was simply the neutral, inexpressive tone he spoke with, a slight dissonance with what he was saying and what his facial expression was doing.


@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon


“He was not your average Fomorian, that much is obvious.” Sorcha replied to Luna and Fio as Leo and Gabriel began escorting their new prisoner to the forts’ prison. They seemed a bit concerned about whatever it was that Luna wanted to talk to them about, but they’d focus on their task at hand. “We’ll have to follow up on this information once we are back in Airedale.” The queen continued, leading the trio into the fort. “We need to focus on our task at hand for the moment.”

The fort itself was well, exactly what one would expect of a small out of the way fort on the edge of one's territory. It wasn’t lavish or expansive, providing enough shelter for a dozen or so guards to be stationed in, one of which would lead the Queen and her knights through the narrow corridors to a small strategy room.

“Which is figuring out the source of our bandit problems. First, let me introduce you to Niall.” Sorcha would motion to the armored Owl Knight. “I’m sure you’ve heard rumors of a Knight recently that has been dealing with bandits and keeping the peace. I sent another letter along with the one I sent to the Lightsword family, telling him to meet us here.” She would offer the owl knight a warm smile. “Allow me to thank you for the assistance just now. Your help dealing with these bandits will be invaluable.”

“I as well,” Leo would say stepping into the room not long after them. “Without all of yours timely intervention I doubt we could have handled whoever that formorian was on our own.”

“Leo. I trust our prisoner is being seen to?”
“I left Gabriel with him. We’ll get information out of him one way or another.”

“I see, good. Now…what of these bandits?”

“Not much information to report, Queen Sorcha. We’ve sent scouts out but we’ve come back mostly empty.”

“But not completely?”

“We don’t know exactly where their main base is located or just how they’ve gotten their numbers without us or someone seeing something.” Leo frowned. “But…we’ve found what seems to be a well fortified encampment towards the east, in the foothills. The scout we sent said it was definitely home to some unsavory types, but beyond that we don’t know anything or if they’re even affiliated with these bandits.”

“...hm. Alright. We’ll have to scout it ourselves, then.” She’d glance at her knights. “...that said it is getting a bit late. I’ll leave this to you then, my knights. You three can scout it out tonight or we can wait until tomorrow too. No doubt slipping in under the cover of darkness will make the approach easier, but after the battle just now it may do us well to rest for a bit.”

“We’ve had lodgings arranged for all of you, of course…well, you three will have to stay in the barracks. We’ve prepared a private room for Lady Sorcha.”

“Thank you for the consideration, though I am fine with the barracks.” The Queen paused for a moment, frowning in a slightly embarrassed seeming manner before continuing. “More importantly…I don’t suppose you have dinner ready already…?”

“...I’ll go tell the servants to get started.”
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR


The wolf that had been rock blasted responded with a pained yelp, its calf sliced cleanly, sending it limping back to wherever the wolves den was as Gideon set off after the other two. The thrown spear whistled through the air, sailing at a near perfect angle as it would impale itself right in the second wolves body, ending its life near instantly. The leaping, went just a bit worse though. He sailed through the air about as well as a metal ingot, unable to land completely on it his hand would just barely grasp the wolves ankle.

The wolf, startled, would immediately howl and twist itself to face Gideon, its sharp teeth digging right into the Raam's neck - or at least it would have, had another Arrow not penetrated its skull mere inches from Gideons own face.

“...whew.” Akando let out a breath. “That was a stunt. If you weren’t a Raam, you’d probably have had your neck ripped out.” He’d say with a small bit of levity as he’d watch their Elvish companion do her thing.

Akando had let Seelay take care of the Deer, deeming himself being more of a detriment if he had tried to help. Expert precision would be loosed from her bow. The arrow sailed through the air, and seconds later, it was followed by the call of a deer, a pained call as their target would thus, fall to the ground.

“Ahaha, see! We’re the best!” It was of course, about time for a certain fey to show back up. “And some human doubted us!” She’d say, standing on top of Seelay’s head with a confident smirk and a laugh.

“I would never doubt one of the forest people.” Akando replied with a chuckle, helping Gideon get back to his feet. “Alright, we should get the deer and the two wolves and bring them back. Pelts could be-” Akando would cut himself off mid sentence.

A silence fell over the area.

A stillness.

The feeling of being watched from almost all directions.

From within the treeline, Seelay’s eyes would see it first, while Gideon’s foresight would indeed tell him…the Kyrnith was here.

“What’s the matter, huh? Fairy tongue-tie you?”

It was a deer, a large, tall one that was slowly approaching from deeper within the forest. Lanky legs with a slender body that when standing still together one could easily mistake for a tree or small shrub if one wasn’t looking closely. Its antlers easily as tall as the branches of the trees as it moved, though it seemed to have no problems moving.

It looked to the deer that had been killed, then to the hunters.

Akando visibly tensed, hands tightening on his weapon. Seemed he was preparing for the worst.

“...what is your business in the forest, children of Dawn?” An airy, distant voice, and as it spoke the wind too, did move slowly from it.




The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99


“Its when you beat something until they enjoy it.” The demon laughed in a taunting tone. “I can show you if you want, just lemme take a crack at these little beasties. Oh, and that thick slab of sexy woman in front of you, too. I’m sure we’d both like that. Come ooon, you don’t let me have any fun at all these days~”
The beast attacking Atzi hissed, growling shrilly as its throat was grabbed. Sharp claws dug into the muscular woman's arms, tearing her flesh. A small mercy was that no blood poured from the wounds, though that was merely because the wounds would freeze near-instantly, leaving a dull freezing ache upon Atzi’s skin as her blood would start freezing in the affected area.

But she would at least, be able to finish the beast off. The ethereal beast would be slammed to the floor with a crunch, its translucent flesh cracking like glass. It struggled more, though its dazed struggles barely amounted to much as the womans club would then come down upon its neck.

There was no blood, only the beast falling limp, its flesh cracked along where it had been cut, head severed.

Vammy would in turn seem to do as the demon had suggested and get ‘deliciously physical’ with the second Rimebeast. Hands alight with crimson flame, she’d deflect the shards of ice, breaking them into inconsequential shards as they’d miss their targets. As she ripped the beast from the counter she didn’t know it, but a smile would be plastered on her face as her hands would rip into the beast. Crimson flame bled from the beasts, the fire taking the form of claws at the ends of her fingertips as she tore into the beast that was now whimpering under her until it ceased, its chest cavity having been completely tore open, ribs and all burned and still bleeding fire just slightly.

Vammy might not have wanted to admit it, but she would feel some creeping sense of enjoyment from absolutely beating the shit out of this beast…well, perhaps she wasn’t, but considering her body was being shared, they might as well be her own at this point.

“See? Now wasn’t that fun. Come on, admit it, ripping out its guts was so veeeery, veeeery, enjoyable.” The demon chuckled in Vammy’s head as the bleeding flames would slowly dwindle, leaving only a burned corpse behind.

They had dealt with the beasts, and the area was probably safe now. Just left them to figure out what they were doing next. Atzi’s arm was properly bloodied, and it was definitely going to get frostbitten unless she could have a certain demon warm her up, but even then she’d likely need to bandage it.

From the kitchen’s doorway, a small trail of blood could be seen coming from what was Maira’s room…it seemed dried. It was probably nothing. The longer they took here, the longer Maira could potentially be in danger.

Poking her head into the room, Atzi would be greeted with both a disheartening and grizzly sight. Against the far wall next to a bed, was a frozen corpse. Much of its chest cavity had been eaten out - the Rimebeasts had apparently just been lazily snacking on it since they had gotten here it seemed...yet they were obviously not the cause of death. No, that was saved for an Arrow that had been shoved in the corpse skull.

The only blessing perhaps, is that it wasn't Maira. No, a quick look would show whoever it was, was male, and they were wearing clothing traditionally worn by the village hunters. The face was too frostbitten and the rest of the body was too mangled to make a clear identification, though.




An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord


As the two came to the conclusion that should it be a predator, it wasn’t worth their life, the deer’s cries would be abruptly cut short. The wind in the area would similarly die down, a somber and somewhat eerie quiet falling over the river area, only the wind leaves above catching any hint of the cold wind.

…

After collecting the Wind Leaf, the two would begin the trek back to the village. Thankfully it would be just as an uneventful trip back as it had been there, at least for the initial trek. Once the pair had gotten some distance back towards the village, just on the treeline they would find something that was equally as welcoming as it was concerning.

A horned woman was bracing herself against a tree, dressed in foreign clothing. Unsteady on her feet, and one of her arms looked painfully twisted in an unnatural way, no doubt broken. There were several old wounds on her body that looked like they had both been bandaged and then re-bandaged later after reopening them.

It was a face, at least familiar to Nylah.

Haruno - an Oni that was Mie’s personal guard. The black, demonic mask would turn towards them.

“...You…are Nylah?” Haruno made an attempt to step towards them, but her feet failed her. Judging from the amount of blood on her own clothing and the small trail that was behind her, she had lost quite a bit, and it was clear she was not doing well. In fact, if she didn’t receive some form of immediate medical attention she might not even live long enough to make it back to the village.

In Urban Starlight Wonderland: A Magical Girl RP → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Keeper of the Arcana

@Rin@RolePlayerRoxas


"Wah, a frog!" Kokoha jumped slightly at the appearance of the new Shade, being mostly unprepared for the sudden appearance of something else. With its tongue lashing out towards her, thank goodness she already had Justices' sword out. Instead of avoiding the appendage altogether, Kokoha would instead use the opportunity to counter. Immediately, she'd use Deaths card to change fate, swapping to the 'Strength' card, immediately feeling her physical strength increasing. It was immediately followed with a vertical slash upwards, with the intent to sever the frogs tongue.

"This is for ruining my evening!" She'd shout, hoping to make quick work of this shade.
In The Storm Cycle: Reclamation → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin


“Grraaah, human mocking me!” The Fomorian bellowed, frustrated that a human was seemingly matching him in strength somewhat. “If you won’t come to me, I come to you!” Unfortunately the large fomorian seemed to have a different idea than what Reinhardt envisioned. Instead of pulling more, he’d instead choose to make an attempt to close the distance between the two of them.

This in turn, made the uppercut somewhat less effective as the creature wouldn’t be stumbling back as he had hoped. Still, if Reinhardt continued to do as he planned the strike would land true, slamming right into the creature's jaw.

“Gah-!” The cyclopean humanoid responded with a grunt of pain, something cracking in his jaw. “Dumb-human-why so strong-!?” He would attempt to move his free though injured arm only to find that any attempts to move it were met with pain. A bellow of pain and rage as Ethelreds lance would pierce the creatures flesh, blood freezing instantly as the weapon hit its mark. It made an attempt to grab Reinhardt with its impaled arm -

“Gggrrk….!”

A pained, muffled growl as Marduk’s spear would instead find its mark first, piercing the fomorian’s skull from behind, positioned just right so the blade would come right out of the things eye on the other side.

“Ggrk-gggrk!”

The fomorian’s entire body tensed, not immediately falling to the ground. Marduk would be the first to tell, something wasn’t right. A mass of magical energy was being focused on its pierced eye. Whatever it was doing, wasn’t going to be pretty - likely enough to blast away whatever it was immediately in their vicinity.

“Ballooogggkkkk-!”

Whatever he was shouting he didn’t get to finish. The entire upper body of the fomorian began twisting and warping, blackening in a sickening manner as it began bulging and growing outwards like some sort of tumor rapidly growing…until it would reach critical mass, exploding outwards.

The fomorian would fall to the ground, its mutated body looking far less humanoid now, its head missing entirely. Where its head had been attached to its shoulders, there fell no blood, only what seemed to be…dozens of hands that was now encircling its neck, hanging limply from what seemed to be a deep black crevasse within the giants body. A small stone sphere, cracked and hot to the touch rolled a few feet away from the body before promptly turning to ash, disappearing into the wind.

…

Well, it was at least, now, it was over.


@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR@FrogRFlowR
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Late afternoon


Niall’s spear clanged against the Fomorians, metal clashing against metal as it would the force would drive the spear downwards, just barely grazing Luna’s leg as the fomorians Katana bashed against the Knightess’ shield. Her own sword would arc upwards, planning on disarming the fomorian - his free hand however, would aim to deflect the blow, grabbing Luna by the wrist, superhuman strength tossing her blow to the side as though he was merely pulling a small animal along on a leash - but before he made a move to finish the job, he’d pause, glancing upwards.

“...heh.”

A small chuckle.

Thankfully for the sword witch, she had plenty of time and foresight to dodge the attacks towards her, the enchanted daggers harmlessly falling into the ground some distance beneath and behind her. The fomorian didn’t have the time to move, having to use the time to engage with both Niall and Luna. The blades would form above him…and come crashing down with righteous fury.

“Very well. Maybe I’ll get a little bit serious.” A statement as he would inhale, the blades coming crashing down upon him. Something under his cloak moved, pushing past the ragged looking fabric and causing it to billow outwards briefly, just long enough for both Niall and Luna to see. Instead of possessing three arms on his left arm, all he possessed was a single large arm.

He immediately pivoted, turning to face the large blade that was hurtling towards the ground behind him. With a mass of magical energy being gathered in his arm, his veins would light a bright, fiery orange as he’d meet the projectile head on. Light from the blade mixed with a fiery blast would shatter, briefly blinding the people present.
When the dust settled, the fomorian had recloaked himself, standing some distance away from the group.

“Hm…Ambitions knights that seek Albion’s throne. I must commend you for your teamwork.” He would say, bowing lightly, a horse neighing catching his attention as Leo would come running back towards the fort. “But with my allies having mostly fled…there is no reason for us to continue fighting.” Assuming none of the knights would stop him, he would turn to leave leaving them with a simple final, somewhat cryptic warning. “Do not allow your paths to falter…or the Wings of Dark shall usurp your throne.”

“Luna, Queen Sorcha, I’ve returned.” Leo would greet the knights, watching as the Fomorian left. A bandit had been hogtied and was currently laying across the back of Leo’s saddle. “...are we going to let him leave?”

“If you want to go after him, be my guest. We have more important matters to attend to at the moment.” Sorcha replied with a glance towards her Knights. “Good work, you three. Leo, Gabriel, move him to some place where we can interrogate him. Luna, Niall, Fio, if you’ll follow me we can get caught up on the situation here and introduce ourselves to our new guest.”
In Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A hunting we go
@Cu Chulainn@VitaVitaAR


“Huh…you're far more observant than I thought.” Though, of course from this distance human eyes would have trouble seeing the telltale signs of blue within the coats of the deer. Akando shook his head, no doubt imagining what would have happened if he had been by himself and decided to track all the deer. “Alright. I’ll take the third. We’ll fire at the same time. Give less chance of them getting spooked…”

As Seelay set up, Akando would do much the same, grabbing an arrow from his bow and knocking it. Crouching low, near some bushes just to make sure he’d not be so easily seen as he’d pull back on the string, inhaling a breath to steady his hand. Assuming Seelay was ready not long after, with a nod the two would loose their arrows, sailing through the air.

Gideon meanwhile, would choose to engage the wolves that had been slowly slinking their way towards the deer. It wasn’t hard to find them, the beasts being mere meters from their prey, almost ready to pounce themselves…until a barrage of rocks would careen through the air, one of the wolves responded with a loud, whiny howl.

This of course, had a negative effect on the deer that were being hunted. The sudden loud howl of a wolf would cause all five to stand at attention, only to have two of the three arrows hit true, fatally injuring two while the third would respond with a startled leap just in time for the arrow to embed itself in its hind leg, stumbling just slightly as it would land and attempt to flee.

“Cruses…!” Akando shouted under his breath. “Follow it!”

The two deer belonging to the Kyrnith, responded much the same, bolting from the scene.

The wolves Gideon had intercepted numbered no more than three. The one that had become familiar with geology had fallen back, whining as it’d tuck its tail under its legs, cowering before Gideon while the other two would growl in return, backing off as the Raam made his best impression of a very, very, angry bear.

The wolves would then look between him, and the fleeing deer. The two uninjured would bolt away from them…and seemingly after the same direction the Kyrnith’s deer had run.




The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99


The sound of wood impacting ice. A harsh, cracking like the surface of a frozen lake as Atzi’s club found its mark, the Rimebeasts not having noticed her approach. The beast was knocked clean out of the air by the strong womans blow, sending it careening into the far wall with a similarly sounding crunch where it would fall onto the ground, just a bit dazed momentarily.

The blast of fire from Vammy though, seemed completely ineffective. The blast of frost tinged air ripped through the cabin’s interior, passing through the fireball as though it was a mere annoyance, the flames seemingly fizzingly out in mere seconds as most of it would slam into Atzi, chilling her entire body to the bone as a thin layer of frost would coat her skin, unnatural fatigue washing over her as the beast would follow it up with a leap of its own, aiming for Atzi seeming to believe she had been weakened enough.

The beast that had been flung across the room was struggling to stand. A few cracks had appeared in its spectral visage, a limp in one of its legs before howling again and leaping on one of the nearby counters, shards of ice forming from its mouth as it would lob sharp spikes of ice towards the pair.

”Annoying little creatures! They suck up any form of magic and feast on it. You’ll have to get deliciously physical to do any real damage!”




An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord


A simple enough solution. The deer were rather peaceable most of the time, content to keep to themselves. Lissa approached, the deer paying her no mind aside from a curious glance as she’d head to gather the Kyr Reed. She’d end up with less than she’d have if they’d scared the deer off, but honestly, it could have gone a lot worse all things considered. Perhaps it was for the best not to potentially antagonize the deer.

As Lissa and Nylah would go around gathering the reeds, the Mothraki would notice something…odd, within the snow near where she was collecting them. A large footprint of some sort had been pressed into the snow - large enough for her to stand in, and about three inches deep. It seemed to be tipped with five claws. The tracks, led into the forest. That was odd. She couldn’t recall any animal that large or with that footprint ever being in the village - not that she’d be an expert…perhaps she should ask Akando when they returned.

Towards the end of their harvesting though, the deer would lift their heads, looking towards the forest…and promptly bolted away from the area. They would leave nothing behind but an eerie silence as the Raam and Mothraki were left alone. The cry of a deer from within the forest was heard. A panicked, frightened sound.

…it was probably nothing. They got what they came for.


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