Rune_Alchemist

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

@VitaVitaAR

Spider is here.

Protect your undergarments.

Itsy Bitsy spider

Name:
Shimizu Kaori
Age:
Forever 18~
Gender:
Female
Race:
Jorōgumo
Appearance:
Oft, Kaori appears as a young girl of highschool age. All the better to get closer to her preferred playthings with. Possessing a near supernatural beauty, dressing in elegant kimono's when not attending school. Typically, she wears short cut black hair typically tied into short tails at either side of her head and possesses Heterochromia, perhaps lending a bit more to her appearance. Just ignore the fangs...and the occasional yellow and black spider leg coming from under her kimono. That's just your imagination.

Personality:
When one thinks of a Jorogumo, they most likely envision a seductress of some sort - and Kaori certainly lives up to such an image...save for the fact she much prefers snacking on adorable little girls. Playful, lascivious, and exceedingly affectionate and intimate to anyone she likes all for the purpose of getting someone to let their guard down so she can have a quick afternoon snack. Make no mistake, she's a predator and if it wasn't for someone proverbially holding her leash, she'd likely become a threat again to people very, very quickly.

For the most part, generally, Kaori is a friendly little if somewhat troublesome and impish spider much preferring to be friends rather than enemies or rivals. However, while she is quick to show physical and intimate affection to the girls around her, she is quick to fall into a rather listless, broody, and falling back into old habits if such affections aren't returned by those around her especially after repeated rejections or just going for so long without it...and this is her totally, definitely, valid reasoning for having her spider friends take stealthy panty shots or her propensity to grope and tease the women around her.

If, perhaps, you manage to upset the spider enough to make her angry...be warned, she's just as cruel and cunningly intelligent as the myths say.


Abilities:
Kaori is not the most directly combative youkai out there. She's certainly strong and impressive when compared to most humans, but she does not have impressive strength like the Oni or many other supernatural abilities.

Notably, Kaori is able to produce extremely fine, extremely sticky silk that has durability similar to steel. A very flexible, tough to cut substance that she uses to ensnare, bind, or otherwise trap foes. Sharp enough to cut if enough force is applied and she makes them just thick enough. Can produce quite a bit in a short amount of time, if needed.

Aside from the silk, she also possesses extremely potent venom. Delivered often via bite if she gets close enough to a foe, she can inject quite a large quantity in a very short amount of time. In small doses it does nothing more than to put one into a somewhat drunken, feel good state. Larger doses however, erode the body. Loss of motor control. Hallucinations. Weakness. It is not otherwise lethal, though, unless the dosage is fairly large or sustained exposure causing the body to eventually just fail.

She can also speak with, and control most arachnids. She has a rather extensive intelligence network and generally is aware of what is happening in the city. A spider swarm can also be both rather terrifying and difficult to combat, if one gets swarmed...oh, and the spiders can vary in size in fact and a few can breathe fire if she raises them right and they can grow to be fairly large, too.

Skills:
Perhaps unsurprisingly she's really good with domestic chores. Cooking, Cleaning, sewing, basic first aid...she's picked up quite a few miscellaneous if not overly helpful or relevant skills in her lifetime.

Equipment:
Clothing made from her own silk. Durable stuff. Ask nicely and she might make you some. She'll need to do a fitting, though. Be prepared to get touched. A lot.
Does a legion of spiders count?
Brief Backstory:
About five years or so ago, a girl from an all-girls school went missing in the city. A tragedy, really, but there wasn't much to suggest anything supernatural about it or otherwise. Six months later...her family would find her, dazed, confused, and not remembering anything at all about the past six months but otherwise uninjured and unharmed...for the most part. Yet, a week later - another tragedy struck. A second girl went missing.

And this, would be a certain spiders MO for the foreseeable future. Far from eating or hurting them, no, she had other uses for them. Eventually she'd change her methods ever so slightly. Expand out from the school to others. Even have a bit of fun with the older women, occasionally, if they struck her fancy. Eventually though, she would get careless. Despite having her spider friends get rid of evidence, cover her tracks, and generally make sure she only showed up or appeared at night, eventually she would indeed leave a trail of some sort.

At first, she thought the person coming to deal with her was going to be some boorish Onmyouji, and was prepared to simply kill and eat them if they were some dumb guy, or perhaps, keep them around longer if they were a cute girl that struck her fancy. Fortunately, for the both of them Tomoko was the latter. To say Kaori almost fell in love at first sight was an understatement. Why was this adorable thing out fighting Youkai? Why was she putting herself in danger? Such things were so veeery dangerous, and if it had been any other spider, she'd probably just have been eaten alive!

She tried her best to get the girl to see reason. See that if she just stayed here with her, she'd be all nice and taken care of the rest of her life...but alas, it was not to be. After an admittedly short confrontation because Kaori couldn't bring herself to genuinely harm the other girl, she decided that fine, if she wasn't going to let her take care of her here, then she could go with her and take care of her anyways.

She let the girls she had collected over the past year go, promised to be a good little spider and enrolled in the highschool with Tomoko.

Alas, if only it was an all girls school...

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

I'll get to polishing up kumo-chan tomorrow.

Realism no Mononoke: An urban fantasy RP interest check

pervy spider is present.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Fish? Fishing.
@VitaVitaAR

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“Its black, I think.” The injured fisherman said.

“Lots of fins too, didn’t it?” Another chimed in, walking over to greet the elf.

“What? No, how does it have lots of fins? Fish don’t have more than three at most…” A third called back. “Well, not counting the tail.”

“Maybe its not a fish. Maybe its more like…some sort of squishy sea spider with eight arms that can steal crates of fish from storage.”

“Thats dumb. Its probably more like some sorta large deep-sea predator we occasionally fish up.”

“...as you can see we haven’t seen much of it.” The injured fisherman responded with a frown. “I’m sorry we don’t have much more information. We haven’t dared go into the water for long since it showed up. Only thing I might be able to say is that we saw one of the nets we lost get dragged out over by the cliffs near the old ruins, the one with the obelisk. Might be living somewhere near there. There’s lots of caves, both underwater and along the seashore. Pretty expansive places if you don’t mind swimming a bit and the cold water.”

“Sounds like this beastie is just shy.” Sionna, thought this would be a good idea to make herself known and chime in her two cents as she’d take her usual perch on Seelay’s head. “Maybe I can use my fairy charm to draw it out~” She did a little pose on top of Seelay’s head that the fairy probably thought was supposed to be ‘sexy’.

It definitely wasn’t.

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Current Happenings

The moon goddess had pulled a fishing rod from her dress somewhere, and was holding it off the edge of the screen, presumably fishing.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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@Cu Chulainn
Tsk tsk, body snatching is a crime you know...

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“Ah yes, fate. That silken string that so many seem to be either ignorant too or fight against…does the hollow one in front of me have a curious fate? Ehehe, well, no matter. If you do its none of this spiders business…” She’d respond with a friendly smile, motioning for Gideon to follow. She’d lead him from the main temple hall and towards the back, down a flight of stairs to the basement where she’d push open a large wooden door with some minor effort.

Gideon would immediately recognize it as a crypt. Many bodies had been laid out, Achel and a few other helpers having done so much work already, but so much more to go. It seemed though, she was by herself now. The place itself was fairly large, in fact…it didn’t seem like it originally was a crypt judging from the layout. There was a very good probability this place was much larger.

“I’ll get straight to the point.” Achel would say, once she’d close the creaky wooden door behind Gideon. Her voice would take a much more serious tone, though her usual smile didn’t leave her pale lips. “Someone’s been stealing my bodies. I would hunt them down myself and strangle them slowly with my web…but I have far too much work to do, and I don’t want to panic the residents.” She’d move over to some of the bodies, immediately getting to work again while talking.

“Its no one in the village…I have asked my friends and they’ve said its not.” The Chiralata replied. “But they don’t tell me who is doing it…so it must be someone living in here! Or around here…who would live with a bunch of corpses? They must not have very many friends.” She’d say with a smile. “This place was once a larger complex, but it was sealed off a really long time ago. Maybe a little spider puppet is making off with my bodies…hmph…ah, if only I was a proper maid…”

Current Happenings

The moon goddess sits up, looks warily at the edge of the screen…a little exclamation mark appearing over her head as a spider lasso’s her with a net of silk before stringing her up by her ankles at the top of the screen. She desperately tries to stop her dress from revealing her undergarments.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet.
• Achel has asked for help. Help the spider? She’ll offer you a glass of spiders.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99

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“Gweh!” The fireball hit one of the archers first, slamming into his body and knocking him to the ground from the impact. Unfortunately for Vammy, most of the archers were a bit spread out, having set themselves up at intervals around the edge of the rocky hill that overlooked them - so it was less chaos than she’d have likely hoped, but enough to get one of the archers off her back.

“Kill the creature!” Another one of them would shout, as one of the archers nearby the one who had been fireblasted dropped his bow and drew an axe, aiming to instead smash Vammy’s face in while the second got to his feet, a bit dazed from the impact.

This of course, left three archers still focused on her…an arrow would graze her stomach, the only thing saving her from being impaled was her speed. A second would impact her thigh, but the demon inside her head only laughed at the surge of pain she’d feel.

“Yes, yes! Rip! Tear! Burn and bleed!”

Atzi made short work of the three that had attempted to engage her. Dealt with swiftly and brutally. The meatshield did its job well, soaking up several arrows that had been launched at Atzi with a few more grazing her by the time she had made it to where the archers had been positioned.

“Illuminator guide us!” One shouted, dropping the bow and pulling a spear. He’d lunge towards Atzi, not caring for the meat shield seeming to think attempting to impale his former comrade and Atzi both would be the best idea. The second got in close, pulling only a small hunting dagger from his belt and attempting to swiftly cut at Atzi’s shoulder.

Current Happenings

The goddess defrosted, throwing the remaining bits of rimebeast off screen. Folding her arms against her chest, she’d sit on the top of the screen, pouting.

Current location: Deep Kyr Forest
Time: Afternoon

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Current Objective:
Find Maira (She has drawn a picture of Maira’s face here)

• She’s not at home. (The goddess has made a cutesy drawing of a cabin and Maira’s face, with a big red X over Maira’s face.)
• Tallen seems to have been tied and injured. The beast looks like its not had a decent meal in awhile, either. (The goddess has drawn a small chibi picture of Tallen, and an empty bowl of food.)

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. (A small chunk of ore is drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish (Fish bones have been drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood (A pile of logs have been drawn here)
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. (A fox wearing something black over her eyes and what seems to be rolls of marked paper held up in a very serious fashion has been drawn here. Words that spelled ‘capitalism ho!’ were also drawn here above the foxes head…whatever that meant.)
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? (The goddess has drawn herself shrugging and looking confused)

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An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord

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Perhaps, if they had simply ran and not launched the spears of light towards the monstrous entity they’d have been fine. After all, it didn’t immediately attack them, which meant that it likely was simply observing and watching them. It had just nabbed a wolf, and likely a deer earlier so it was likely full and unlikely to immediately engage them.

Yet, a certain moth, though it a good idea to launch weapons at it.

“GWAAAK-!”

A croaking roar followed as the ground under them rumbled, more trees being shoved aside like they were nothing. Snow kicking up as whatever it was barreled from the treeline and into…view? Well, logic would have dictated something popped out, but once the snow settled…there was nothing? Well, there was clearly something there - it began barreling towards the girls, leaving deep, heavy impressions in the snow as they had seen back when picking plants, shaking the earth with each of its steps.

Ah -

Briefly something flickered in the air. A lizard-like creature, incredibly large with a triangular shaped head with a somewhat flat top. Two bulbous eyes which looked in different directions. It was covered in dark green scales, a tail that curled behind it upwards into a spiral with four, long and heavy limbs allowing it to stand at what seemed to be at least as tall as your average house. A soft fleshy pouch of some sort was under its chin, a bit like a frog.

But they would lose sight of it again as its scales would shift in color seemingly, making it seemingly blend in with its surroundings by shifting the color of them from a forested color to that of snow and air.

It would proceed to run after them again. It was not a particularly fast creature, however, but it was certainly lumbering towards them at a decent pace.

Current Happenings

Upon receiving the headpats, the Goddess giggled impishly, and started writing in her notebook again, wearing a smirk.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Current Objective:
Calra has said the following is what she is in need of.
Kyr Reed - A bundle of six Kyr Reed plants have been obtained. Should be plenty to help the village for a while.
Wind Leaf - A bundle of three Wind Leaf stalks and leaves.

• Haruno at least has been stabilized, though its only a temporary measure.
• Probably should get her to a healer of some sort sooner rather than later.
• Oh no, some unknown threat!

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Now where could Lazhira have run off too…?
• Haruno mentioned something about being ambushed by Yaga.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

@FrogRFlowR

Alright, here we go.

Didn't change any of the abilities, just the background/tidbits about her behavior, a bit more info on her blood-raging, as well as deciding the Envoy would probably create an alias for herself, to avoid any past associations with her family. Hopefully this is a bit more inline with what you had envisioned for the Envoys.

Also, yes, she's totally still into doing the whole prophecy thing just don't expect her to act with any amount of urgency towards it.

So yeah, there we go. tell me if anything needs changing.

Welcome to the feast, do enjoy.

Orial

Name:
Orial Librin
Liora Brinil
Race:
Aasimar
Age:
24
Description:
Standing at height of 5'8, Liora dresses and typically carries herself in a way one wouldn't initially expect of her particular fighting style. Dressed more like a well to do noble with an adventurous streak, or perhaps one that spends many an hour on ships and the open sea. Silver colored hair neatly presented and combed back, eyes the color of deep blue, and a somewhat bored expression constantly worn.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral
Skills:

• Novice Weapon Mastery:
  Though her skill with melee weapons is far less than her others, its typically what she uses to engage with things first should conflict break out. She favors a sword, but she can at least use most melee weapons at a novice level, her impressive physical ability making up for a lack of skill. A bit of foreplay, as she says, to gauge ones skills and whether or not she should get invested in a fight.
• Martial Arts:
  The actual bread and butter of Liora's fighting skills - beating things to a bloody pulp with her arms and legs. Complemented with her more magical abilities strengthening her body with rage and sheer strength, she can be a fairly formidable close range fighter as she can both take a beating and dish one out.
• Divine Fury:
  While all Aasimar's supposedly trace their lineage back to Agamemnon, Liora herself seems to have inherited quite a lot of it. Enough that her divine heritage is made manifest by sheer willpower at the cost of throwing her into a violent rage that delights and revels in destruction. Channeling this magic through her body strengthens her physical form by making her both faster, stronger, and harder to kill. Typically has a tendency to make her forget how to use most melee weapons effectively aside from just being giant sticks of death to beat people with and maybe makes her have trouble distinguishing friend from foe occasionally.

Flaws:

• Cavalier Disinterest:
  Generally speaking, Liora hardly ever puts her full attention or focus on anything. Even during fights she treats most situations as some lighthearted game. This can make her quite...not fully effective most of the time unless she's doing something or fighting someone she finds 'interesting' in some manner. In effect, she's a battle nut that only likes pushing herself to the limit. On the flip side, she's rather cavalier with everyone...but perhaps, its just surface level because she generally finds most things -and people- boring.
• Debauchery Impulse:
  Being the envoy of Qhalus well, comes with certain proclivities. Hedonistic proclivities that may see one spending more time in brothels and getting absolutely shit-faced with high class wine. Well, she's fully embraced this side of her. Why work or care about others when one can simply let all of that go? Why worry or do get worked up over something? Over indulgence can be difficult, and she can often be swayed by someone showing her a good time. While perhaps, not an overly egregious personality flaw - it also has made her enjoy some...less than nice forms of pleasure-seeking. She's found inflicting pain on others and herself to give her a special brand of it. Can often be both found in brothels or anywhere a party could be. Rather merciless and sadistic in battle if she gets riled up.
• Hedonistic Motives:
  What does loyalty mean? Loyal to another? Friends? Family? To king and country? Well, simply put, if you asked her, she'd say herself above all else. While she doesn't seek to often intentionally cause trouble, she does follow the principle of leading both herself and others to various acts of debauchery and hedonism, whatever it may be. Even if said person commits acts of atrocity...if they enjoy it, then well, whose she to say otherwise? Why do something if you don't? Of course, this doesn't mean she won't help if there's a good reason too or lead people that actually truly enjoy doing good or helping astray. If she finds something would be amusing to do, she'd do it. Whether for ill, or bad. This can make her a bit of a wildcard sometimes, but generally she follows a single rule: Does it bring her any amount of satisfaction.
  
  This isn't to say she's not loyal to the Envoy's divine mission, she is, just don't expect her to be all that in a hurry to do so.
  
  Just do what you want. Let your emotions lead you.

Background:
Growing up in Brudel as the daughter of a noble house that had made much of its money in the sea-faring industry, well, the body the Envoy had taken over, has led quite the errant path to end up where she is today.

From an early age she was blessed with particularly strong, holy blood that caused her to fly into fits of madness and rage, often causing it to lash out at things around her should she become particularly agitated or emotional. It was said that perhaps, she was blessed by Midemis - though she would not have called it as such. As such, she was under strict supervision to attempt to 'contain' and 'control' this power from her early life from her parents and the clergy, seeing great potential in such power. Not to mention being confined to her room and being kept away from others to avoid incidents.

Still, her training continued as she continued to watch the parties, balls, and other things of the cities from the distance. Oh, how she wanted to go out and experience the world, life, and general, and get away from this stuffy nobility. At least she found some form of release and solace in her trainings. The tutors and parents had decided that exerting her powerful ability physically in some manner was the best way to contain it, or to give it direction so they began training her in both physical and martial might.

It was one of these training routines, where she nearly died and also nearly killed quite a number of servants. After that day, seven years ago...she ran away from home. She found herself on a ship, under cover, becoming a sailor on a pirate vessel. Perhaps drawn there by Midemis, perhaps for other reasons. That was her life up until a few weeks ago where the ship she was on was hit by bad weather, sinking into the ocean not far from Latis.

Its humorous, that an Envoy of Qhalus decided to then save her from a watery grave.

The Envoy chose her, even if she herself would have rather died then becoming the puppet of the gods, the envoy chose her. And so, soon, it would take Liora's body for its own.

Anger quenched by drink. Savagery suppressed by Lust. A brash and rough tongue turned silver and honeyed. While originally the Envoy certainly took over Liora's body, Midemis' blessings still ran strong within the host - and at times it seems as though the ego of the one formerly known as Liora potentially rages still creating some not so qhalus like qualities among its behavior occasionally.

Assuming an alias to shed the hosts past and fully embrace this role, it would then head to Latis where she would attempt to find her fellow envoys...well, if she happened to run into them while taking a moment to enjoy this new, mortal life it had.

Class & Gear:

• Class: Bloodrager
  Some people fight with skill, intelligence, and elegance. Many years of discipline and honing ones skill to a fine point and a deadly edge. Liora? Yeah, no, that sounds like a pain. She'd much rather rely on instinct and the strength of her body alone. Generally speaking, she's a physical bruiser with some divine blood to enhance her physical abilities and to perform some small magical feats instinctively. While she'll never be as skilled as a dedicated spell caster, her physical ability more than makes up for it. She can both give and take a beating, and should as she put it 'her switch gets flipped' well, you best be ready for the unfun kind of pounding, because her fists are going inside your intestines.
  
  Aside from enhancing her physical abilities, theoretically she should be able to instinctively use the magical blood in her veins for other things, but she's yet to quite reach that potential.
• Gear:
  Trusty Ornate Longsword:
  A rather lovely, elegant looking long sword. Surprisingly sturdy enough to not have broken in combat when she goes full cage match on a poor fool.
  Padded clothing:
  Fairly mundane, if somewhat expensive looking clothing. A few layers of padding have been added for protection, but generally they're just normal clothes. Easier to move around in, and who doesn't like getting a bit roughed up or losing their clothes in a fight? Bonus points if both parties do.
  Alcohol flasks:
  Did you expect anything less? Very strong stuff. Possibly illegally strong. If she's not busy getting it on with someone in a brothel, a party somewhere, or beating someone to a pulp for fun, she's probably some level of drunk.
  Sweets: She likes keeping various hard candies on her. She especially likes things that are sweet enough to kill, our sour enough too.

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Something super special and secret?

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Redwater Point
Mid-Morning

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@Cu Chulainn@Guy0fV4lor@Crimson Paladin

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Ethelred turned, facing the fomorian just as it made its first strike against the child who barely had enough strength to deflect it and leaving him completely open to the fell creatures follow up strike -

“Ggggrrrk-!”

Ethelred charged at the creature, his lance once more striking true just as the blade would swing downwards and impaling the fomorian on it. The ice covered armament slammed into the fomorian sending it stumbling away from the children and Ethelred both as it clutched its chest, gurgling in pain, small crystals of ice forming on its body from the impact. The two children took several quick steps away from both the Fomorian and Ethelred both, obviously put off by his appearance as the boy regained his composure, holding his sword defensively in front of them again.

“...w-who…w-what are you!?” He’d ask.

“Brother…I think he saved us…”

“...A-are…you a knight from Harzel, mister?” He’d nervously ask.

Marduk, meanwhile…was playing ball. The Lanky fomorian that Reinhardt had decided to wrestle with was proving far more of a challenge then he might have initially thought. It had lunged towards Reinhardt, barely missing the stalwart knight as its claws dug into his skin…but attempting to latch onto Reinhardt and claw his throat out, left it open to swift retaliation from the Elf.

crack

There was a sickening crack as staff met fomorian skull, the fomorian flying a fair bit of distance from the duo as it would land rather roughly right on top of a pile of rubble under a half decayed building…that would subsequently cause the rest of the roof to fall onto it.

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@Pyromania99
Location:
Southern Giants Rest
Early Night

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Vegetables are for peasants

“Apologies, Your Majesty, however… Sometimes, a Knight must not follow their master’s orders when said master’s best interest is in mind.” Luna said, firmly yet gently pushing the bowl back towards the Queen. “I insist, you should eat more than just meat and bread.” Luna seemed confident that she could get the Queen to eat the leafy greens somehow.

“But meat and bread is the only food I-nnnngggh-” The Queen responded with a huff, grabbing the bowl and staring at the contents in a somewhat disgusted manner. It was soon followed by a crackle of energy, a bolt of lightning seemingly zapping the bowl and its contents, burning it all and sending the bowl flying out of the queen's hands.

“...see?” The queen responded, holding in what seemed to be a fit of laughter. “Allergic. They just spontaneously combust when I touch them.” She’d clasp her hands together, holding them to the side of her head with a smile. “Now if you’ll fetch me something actually appropriate for a queen of my humbly beautiful and powerfully merciful status…”
The bowl would land right on top of Luna’s head, spilling the rest of the contents all over her.

As the wooden bowl landed on top of her head, it covered her eyes so the Queen couldn’t see her eyes. Shakily, her hand went up to her head and grabbed the bowl and promptly broke it in one hand. She stared at the Queen with a somewhat worse gaze than before, though it seemed slightly impassioned… Though the gaze itself would feel somewhat sinister, “You want something appropriate for a Queen? No, I think you need something appropriate for a petulant child.” She was quite obviously very upset. The Knightess stood from her chair and moved to grab Queen Sorcha by the ear, like a child.

“Oh would you look at that I think I heard Gabriel calling me. I really must get going. Do enjoy a meal without me, toodles~!” Sorcha would deftly evade Luna’s attempts at grabbing her, still smiling completely innocently as she’d pivot on her heels, and then proceed to sprint out the door.

“Gaberiel left on your orders, Your Majesty.” Luna said as she started pursuit of the Queen. “You still need to eat, Your Majesty.” This wasn’t the first time she chased an unruly child around this camp. For some reason, she felt that this wouldn’t be the last. The knight bolted out the door behind the Queen, intent on catching her.

“Eer, I meant Leo! And I’m suddenly not hungry any more!” Sorcha shouted back, bolting by some guards and nearly knocked them over as she’d turn a corner. Right she was a super might queen among other things, surely running from a single misguided knight was easy for her! Sorcha would find herself running up a flight of stairs.

If she could make it outside to some balcony or something, there was no way Luna could follow her!

“You’re lying, Your Majesty! You’re always hungry!” Luna yelled at the Queen as they ran. Luna had one desire in her heart right now. Disciplining her royal like the child she as acting like. As the two ran past any of the guards or soldiers on the grounds, she would give them a death stare somewhat translating to, “Speak of this and you will be punished”. When Sorcha ran up the stairs, Luna took them multiple steps at a time to try catching up to the queen even faster. All she needed was to get a hold of the queen and it was (in her mind) her win and she felt like she was gaining.

The guards proceeded to continue their patrol routes like they had seen nothing. Not a single thing as the Queen and Luna ran past them at high speed.

“I’m fasting! It's a foreign festival for some short blue elves!” She’d shout back, reaching the second floor of the fort. Sorcha didn’t even bother looking back as she’d pick up the speed, turning another corner and almost immediately running into a few servants carrying a few boxes of supplies. She’d deftly leap over the boxes, flashing a playful smile at one of the servants as she’d land, rolling and immediately continuing her sprint.

“You would eat the entire festival’s supply after having a full dinner right before.” The knightess said before she started to curse as she saw the servants. “Aside!” She shouted, going for the low drop between them and under boxes, sliding past them before popping back to her feet and chasing the queen again, sprinting after her.

The servants, of course, did exactly as they were commanded by their lord. They’d swiftly clear the halls, letting the two continue more unimpeded.

“That’s not even what fasting is!” She’d shout back, having climbed another flight of stairs, passing another servant who was carrying a tray of food. Coincidentally being some freshly cooked mutton. “Besides, I have to eat so much! It all goes to my…assets!” She’d snatch the entire roast, giving the maid a friendly wink and blowing her a kiss as she’d run by, promptly stuffing her mouth with the meat.

“I thought you were fasting, Your Majesty!” Luna angrily complained, pushing herself harder to catch up to her Queen. “If you can eat that much, you can eat some greens!” The knight growled. Luna seemed very keen on forcing the Queen to expand her diet.

“I’m a queen! I do what I want!” She shouted back in turn, reaching the flight of stairs again and running to the final floor - the roof of the fort, serving as a lookout and observation point for the rest of the immediate land. “And vegetables and stuff, hurt my assets!” She’d somehow managed to eat most of the entire half of mutton roast in the time she had climbed the final set of stairs. She’d stop at the far end, standing next to the edge of the battlements. She’d turn to face luna with a smirk, seeming none to bothered by the fact she was effectively at a dead end.

“I have you cornered now. Or do I?” Assets? There were other things to worry about right now. “Vegetables don’t hurt you… Ahem… Assets.” Luna said, sighing a small bit. “What do you plan on doing now? Jump?” She was slightly worried about that. While there was a chance the royal could jump and splat on the ground… Knowing her, it was more like that she did something to land safely. Luna wiggled her fingers a small bit and then offered her hand to the Queen. “Now, your majesty, please come with me and let us end this farce.” The motion was also a feint of sorts as she created a light barrier alongside the edge Sorcha was next to.

She took a step or two forward. “Come with me, Your Majesty, and I’ll be nice as long as you eat a bowl of that stew.” She had some hope that her barrier would be enough to at least stop the Queen for long enough to “capture” her.

“Hmm…” Sorcha seemed entirely unfazed still. “I suppose I should commend you for being able to keep up. Your keen observation and skill do you well. Unfortunately,” She’d place a hand on the barrier that Luna had put up. “I cannot abide by your offer. Now, if you’ll excuse me…I think it is about time we ended this farce.”

The queen smiled.

“This flimsy barrier won’t hold me!” Electricity ran along the Queen’s body, magical energy building within as her arm was coated in lightning. Luna’s barrier fractured, lightning starting to run along it in a fractal pattern, cracking and splintering the barrier.

grrrwwwwl

All at once the magical energy left, the queen blinking in mild surprise as the barrier in fact, did not shatter as her stomach loudly complained about lacking any food it seemed, despite eating a whole roast in mere minutes.

“...ahahah~” Sorcha glanced to the side, avoiding meeting Luna’s gaze. “Caaan I ask you to be gentle? Its my first time~”

Luna’s eyes oozed malice as she stomped over and grabbed the Queen by the ear and promptly dragged her back down the stairs. As she saw some servants she asked them a question. “Is there an empty room?” The servant swallowed and pointed to one of the store rooms. As the two entered the room, the servants escaped the floor and prayed for the Queen.

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Some time later, the Knight and Queen found themselves back in the dining hall with a bowl in front of the Queen. “Now, eat it, Your Majesty. I swear on the Lightsword name it doesn’t taste as bad as you think it does. It’s a recipe of mine.”

“Didn’t I ask you to be gentle…” Sorcha replied with a whine, holding the bowl of stew in hand. “I can’t even sit right…This is cruel and unusual punishment…” She’d pout, sitting uncomfortably in her seat and lifting the spoon in the stew to her mouth. She’d put it into her mouth, biting down and swallowing with a slight visible wince.

“...jokes and everything aside.” Sorcha would say with a smile, seemingly putting aside the early nights misadventure as she’d offer luna a smile. “Have…you ever heard of the Elder Beast of ‘Lucent Ataxia.’”

Luna was mostly happy now that she exacted her vengeance, though there was a small frown when the Queen winced. Still, a question about an Elder Beast, “Lucent Ataxia?” She hadn’t heard of that one. She shook her head. “Not that I recall. Why do you ask?”

“Hmm…well, I don’t know its actual name, but that was what it was.” Sorcha replied, taking another spoonful of the stew. “A beast of conflict, a beast who shone so brightly that it could cause men to go insane and turn on their allies in the midst of battle.” She’d look a bit longingly at some meat being passed around as she’d continue. “I ask, mostly, because I am curious about it, that’s all. It was killed a long time ago by the Old King during his Elder Beast hunts, you see. Quite dangerous because of its aforementioned ability.”

“Hmm… That does sound quite dangerous.” Luna said following the Queen’s eyes. “Did it have a reason for doing such a thing?” Luna asked, curious to see what the Queen knew. “Or was that just it’s nature?” She as turned to the chefs and made some hand motions at them. One gave her a spoon. “I’m not the most knowledgeable on Elder Beasts, I’ll admit.”

“Hm,” Sorcha hummed lightly, setting the bowl aside for the moment as she’d reach for a drink. “I…don’t know. Beasts are complicated creatures. Some function merely on instinct, carrying out whatever it is they represent with barely a thought. Ones that can think…often do not have the same thought processes as humans do. Take…the Elder Beast that lives out in the Field of Ghosts. Have you ever seen it? I’ve actually had the pleasure of speaking with it.” She’d chuckle. “Quite the interesting thing. I can not claim to know what its purpose is, but do you know what it does with the bodies and souls of the creatures it collects? On occasion, I have seen it sink below the Whispering Sea, and come back with far less than it had some days later. Curious, isn’t it?”

She’d take a swig of what was very obvious alcohol.

“Who knows why the beast of Blinding Conflict did what it did. Perhaps, it simply thinks that such conflict is the nature of the world and how it should be.”

Luna thought on what the Queen had said for a minute as the Queen spoke. “Elder Beasts are quite the curious creatures.” The Knightess used her spoon to take a bit of the Queen’s bowl. It tasted good to her at least. She wondered what made the Queen wince at it earlier. “Perhaps Lucent Axatia does think that. It’d be hard to say I suppose, if the Old King had taken it out. Do you intend on speculating on it?”

“No, not really.” Sorcha responded dismissively. “I was just curious. You know how I said I have memories of the king? Well, its just, there’s a particular one that’s been bothering me lately involving it, is all.” She’d take the stew bowl, and instead of bothering with a spoon would instead pull the entire thing to her lips and start just…drinking the whole thing, greens and all.

“More food, luna! I ate it so bring me something good already!” She’d shout, slamming the bowl onto the table.

Luna’s eyes went wide before she just gave a small chuckle and smile, “Very well.” She looked back at the chefs. “You guys heard her, get it going.” The chefs smiled weakly and started cooking the meat the way Luna had told them. “While we wait… What story is it you remember?”

“...Oh, well…” Sorcha’s enthusiasm visibly fell a bit at the question, glancing off to the side. Her words wavered ever so slightly as she continued. “For a bit of context…many of the beast hunts happened before he officially became king. Before the golden age. The beast of conflict…if I remember right, was the first and final beast he killed under the guidance of the sage, but…was also the most brutal…if…what I remember is anything to go by. More brutal than when he even had to kill the heinous black dragon.”

She’d take another drink, falling silent for a few seconds, contemplating the mug before her.

“...a bloodbath.” She shook her head. “People that had been friends, allies…family…tearing each other to pieces.” She’d glance to the side, not even bothering to touch the food in front of her when the servants brought her a freshly cooked cut of meat. “The king…me…sinking my blade into the beast's heart as it laughed saying that so long as conflict existed…so too, would it.” She gripped the mug hard enough to turn her knuckles white, a few sparks of electricity sparking from it. “Out of hundreds of people in that battle…only five people survived. Five that would later go on to become the Kings Knights.” Unlike the playfulness earlier the queen had showed when messing with Luna earlier that night, there was nothing now but what seemed like a slow, subtle anger.

“I see.” Luna said, empathizing with Sorcha. She had never fought such a beast but… What could she do if she had? Would she have been strong enough to survive and become one of the King’s Knights? She wondered what it’d be like to be burdened by memories from so long ago. “I can’t imagine what it must be like, having those memories.” She hesitated for a second before putting her hand on top of the Queen’s hand that was holding the mug. “For now, lets get some real food in your stomach, shall we?” She made sure the meat was in front of her. “I’m pretty sure this will taste better than that stew.” Luna said with a bit of a smile.

Luna, would understandably get just a slight bit zapped from touching the queens hand. Not hard, just a little static shock from a bit of electricity.

“Its fine, really.” Sorcha sighed, looking at the food in front of her. “It happened…well, ages ago now and I wasn’t actually there…if anything, I’m glad to have them.” She’d say, mouth turning into a smile as she’d reach for a fork…and promptly shove a cut of meat right into Luna’s mouth. “I wouldn’t have met any of you if I didn’t.”

Luna smiled a small bit until she saw her queen grabbed a cut of the meat and swiftly delivered it to her mouth.

It was small enough she could chew, thankfully. She removed her hand from her Queen' s feeling little need to comfort her again as she finished chewing the piece and swallowing. "Well, you're back to your usual self now at least." The knightess was unable to tell if she should be glad or exasperated at the moment but she figured glad was the better option.

“...I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sorcha replied with a small smile and a laugh. “And now, I shall get my revenge for earlier. Luna! ME. YOU! DRINKING CONTEST!”

"What's this? With all due respect your Majesty… I'm no lightweight. I'm not going to just let you win, if you do."

@VitaVitaAR

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“Fomorians?” Sucaria tilted her head lazily to the side, reaching towards her chest. “...so you…do want to see it again?” Instead of spooking the sword witch again though, she would turn on her heels back towards the bookshelves. Delicate hands ran over the spines of several books, sleepy half asleep eyes searching for a few book titles as she’d pull one or two from the shelves, and then walk over to the desk.

“...nnhn…heavy…” Sucaria sleepily sighed. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have made a macabre mess with her unique condition. “Fomorians…but…I could answer questions…too.” The dusky skinned elf coughed a few times and muttered a quiet apology before continuing. “I think…the Wings of Dark are from one of the…stories…here…” She’d hand Fio a smaller book. On the cover of it was a relief of what seemed to be two draconic figures, one lightly decorated with a black outline, the other white.

“A Collection of stories of Albion’s peoples”

Upon opening the book, it seemed to be a small collection of a few miscellaneous stories and myths of a lesser known or not quite as popular status, apparently written as a sort of journal or research paper from someone. Many of them were related to the Betrayed God, the Tuatha, and the Giants, focusing much on the time just after the Endless Night and things unrelated or only somewhat connected to the King.

The Giant Hrelskin and it supposedly betraying its frost-bitten kin, something about the Lake Ithica supposedly being able to transport one to other realms, a clan of Tuatha supposedly living out in the Gheslias wastes…numerous myths and stories of various veracity and claim. What Fio, though, would be interested in was one of the longer chapters within the book, and indeed, had some relation to the king.

Wings of Light, Wings of Dark

“What I write now, is a tale both connected to the King, but one that was initially completely unrelated. When the Gods cursed body fell to the earth, its soul was split in twain from the evil the wicked fey set upon it. The cursed ridden body, too, did split. The gods spine, falling to the earth in the form of a hideous black creature that flew, breathed fire, was as black as night and spewed venom from its breath. The other half, became a brilliant white creature that could outshine the heavens and sun, a single beat of its wings turning the entire of Albion into a wind-sheared wasteland ravaged by storm and lightning.

They would become the first of the Dragons in Albion.

The black, known as the vile Varakel ravaged the land with its breath of fire and disease. It ruled over humans with a tyrannical fist, forcing them into its service slaughtering those who refused. Those who refused were turned into little more than slaves and tools, some even forced into becoming experiments to the Fomorians.

The white, who had taken the name of the Land Itself - Albion - mercilessly slaughtered humans in divine, righteous fury. No human dared to get close, for doing so would most have certainly been a death sentence. It had no love, or no use for the humans beneath it, for it had deemed them all as sinners unworthy to live.

The King, Arthwys, would slay Varakel within the wastes where it made its home. He is often referred to as the Dark-Winged Tyrant, the Dragon which brings ruin, the Beast of Destruction and Perdition who destroys all. Some say the dragon slayed by Sigurd, Fafnir, was the son, or had some other direct relation to Varakel.

Albion, however - was oddly pacified by the king in some other manner. I’ve done my best to speak to Tuatha seers, educated sages and the like to find out what exactly happened to it - but as far as anyone knows, it seems to have left Albion upon befriending the king in some manner. I ran across one fellow who insisted that the Traitor Knight had some relation to Albion, though he could offer no evidence of such a claim.

There are some sources that say that when the King Returns, Varakel would once more show up to challenge them. Indeed, I have scoured a few prophecies left by the Tuatha seers, as well as a few scrolls left supposedly left behind by sir Regimbald and that say that such a thing could possibly be the case…

The text continued on, speculating about more and theorizing more upon the nature of the legend and the two beasts. Ultimately, it concluded that it was unlikely that some beast like Varakel that was definitely killed in some fashion, could return. While there were precedents for Elder Beasts and similar creatures being able to cheat death in some manner, the author ultimately concluded that the fact no dragon had been seen in Albion since the Kings old hunts of glory…there is unlikely any dragons left that could be related, or even cause Varakel to return in some fashion.

As Fio would read and research, Sucaria would remain close by in case she was needed. For the most part, she’d stay silent aside from the occasional quiet cough…had she…fallen asleep standing up?

Either way, she had gotten some useful information. She should probably go find the queen, now unless there was anything else she wanted to look for.

@FrogRFlowR

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Trekking through the camp was easy enough. No one expected someone to actually be inside already, after all, so no one was really looking. Even after being alerted to something possibly having happened, no one really seemed to think much of it. Undisciplined and unruly, as one could expect of bandits.

He’d approach the one standing guard at the stairs leading under what seemed to be the main base for this little bandit fort. Upon hearing a the clattering noise of Niall’s spear falling to the floor he’d of course, turn to look at it. He’d blink in surprise, completely caught off guard by where this weapon had even come from -

“Guh!?”

Not a second later Niall pounced, grabbing the guard by his neck from behind and crushing his windpipe, slowly choking the guard until he was unconscious. Niall hefted him over his shoulder as he’d head down into the basement and prop the bandit up on the wall. It should be noted that knocking someone out was quite hard, especially doing it for long amounts of time.

He would not have long until the guard would likely rouse - but perhaps Niall’s attention may be drawn by what was down here. It seemed to be less of a basement, and more of a makeshift prison and storeroom. A single hallway led until the end of the room, flanked by rooms full of supplies. At the end though?

It was a…very oddly dressed Fomorian. They looked fairly human, for the most part, save for the completely black skin and black slcera. A fairly slight looking creature, by all accounts and dressed in a completely outlandish and unknown fashion. Something resembling a robe almost.

And a red-haired Tuatha male.

“Seems its my lucky day. You have no idea how hard it is to find good research tools. They all break so easily. I’m sure someone who’s been giving us as much trouble as you have, you’ll be able to endure a few…enhancements.”

“I don’t know what you’re planning,” The tuatha male snarled. “But if you think I’ll just let you do whatever it is you did to those guys with me, you’re gonna get your head beat in.” He had been completely tied up, wrists shackled to the wall, and his body tied to a wooden post with thick ropes while his legs had been restrained with metal chains.

“I’m absolutely quivering in my robe.” She’d dryly reply. “Bull-headed idiots like you are pathetic. You should be thanking me. I’ll be giving you power to do anything you want.” On a table near her were what seemed to be tools of some less than nice nature. Not torture implements but more…things of magical and perhaps, medical nature. “Now get comfortable. I have some...things to prepare.”

The woman would walk off into a side room, leaving the Tuatha male and Niall alone for now, but there was no telling how much time he had left before either the guard woke from his nap or she returned.

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

@Siber

Just a friendly tip - Generally, you post the Character Sheet in the OOC for the GM's approval before you post in the Character Sheet section.

@FrogRFlowR

So while I started with the intent to make an Envoy of Qhalus...I realized that she might fit an Envoy of Midemis better. I'll keep it as Qhalus, but if you think she'd fall under Midemis or even some other divinity better lemme know and I'll change it. Don't think it'll change her character too terribly much.

But anyways, here she be. Tell me if I went overboard somewhere, or got something wrong.

Also I used a Pathfinder class lol.

Welcome to the feast, do enjoy.

Envoy of Qhalus, Liora

Name:
Liora Brinil
Race:
Aasimar
Age:
24
Description:
Standing at height of 5'8, Liora dresses and typically carries herself in a way one wouldn't initially expect of her particular fighting style. Dressed more like a well to do noble with an adventurous streak, or perhaps one that spends many an hour on ships and the open sea. Silver colored hair neatly presented and combed back, eyes the color of deep blue, and a somewhat bored expression constantly worn.

Alignment:
Chaotic Neutral

Skills:

• Novice Weapon Mastery:
  Though her skill with melee weapons is far less than her others, its typically what she uses to engage with things first should conflict break out. She favors a sword, but she can at least use most melee weapons at a novice level, her impressive physical ability making up for a lack of skill. A bit of foreplay, as she says, to gauge ones skills and whether or not she should get invested in a fight.
• Martial Arts:
  The actual bread and butter of Liora's fighting skills - beating things to a bloody pulp with her arms and legs. Complemented with her more magical abilities strengthening her body with rage and sheer strength, she can be a fairly formidable close range fighter as she can both take a beating and dish one out.
• Divine Fury:
  While all Aasimar's supposedly trace their lineage back to Agamemnon, Liora herself seems to have inherited quite a lot of it. Enough that her divine heritage is made manifest by sheer willpower at the cost of throwing her into a violent rage that delights and revels in destruction. Channeling this magic through her body strengthens her physical form by making her both faster, stronger, and harder to kill. Typically has a tendency to make her forget how to use most melee weapons effectively aside from just being giant sticks of death to beat people with and maybe makes her have trouble distinguishing friend from foe occasionally.

Flaws:

• Cavalier Disinterest:
  Generally speaking, Liora hardly ever puts her full attention or focus on anything. Even during fights she treats most situations as some lighthearted game. This can make her quite...not fully effective most of the time unless she's doing something or fighting someone she finds 'interesting' in some manner. In effect, she's a battle nut that only likes pushing herself to the limit. On the flip side, she's rather cavalier with everyone...but perhaps, its just surface level because she generally finds most things -and people- boring.
• Debauchery Impulse:
  Being the envoy of Qhalus well, comes with certain proclivities. Hedonistic proclivities that may see one spending more time in brothels and getting absolutely shit-faced with high class wine. Well, she's fully embraced this side of her. Why work or care about others when one can simply let all of that go? Why worry or do get worked up over something? Over indulgence can be difficult, and she can often be swayed by someone showing her a good time. While perhaps, not an overly egregious personality flaw - it also has made her enjoy some...less than nice forms of pleasure-seeking. She's found inflicting pain on others and herself to give her a special brand of it. Can often be both found in brothels or anywhere a party could be. Rather merciless and sadistic in battle if she gets riled up.
• Hedonistic Motives:
  What does loyalty mean? Loyal to another? Friends? Family? To king and country? Well, simply put, if you asked her, she'd say herself above all else. While she doesn't seek to often intentionally cause trouble, she does follow the principle of leading both herself and others to various acts of debauchery and hedonism, whatever it may be. Even if said person commits acts of atrocity...if they enjoy it, then well, whose she to say otherwise? Why do something if you don't? Of course, this doesn't mean she won't help if there's a good reason too or lead people that actually truly enjoy doing good or helping astray. If she finds something would be amusing to do, she'd do it. Whether for ill, or bad. This can make her a bit of a wildcard sometimes, but generally she follows a single rule: Does it bring her any amount of satisfaction.
  
  Just do what you want. Let your emotions lead you.

Background:
Growing up in Brudel as the daughter of a noble house, well, the Envoy of Qhalus named Liora has led quite the errant path to end up where she is today. From an early age she was blessed with particularly strong, holy blood that caused her to fly into fits of madness and rage, often causing it to lash out at things around her should she become particularly agitated or emotional. As such, she was under strict supervision to attempt to 'contain' and 'control' this power from her early life from her parents and the clergy, seeing great potential in such power. Not to mention being confined to her room and being kept away from others to avoid incidents.

How laughable, she thought.

Still, her training continued as she continued to watch the parties, balls, and other things of the cities from the distance. Oh, how she wanted to go out and experience the world, life, and general, and get away from this stuffy nobility. At least she found some form of release and solace in her trainings. The tutors and parents had decided that exerting her powerful ability physically in some manner was the best way to contain it, or to give it direction so they began training her in both physical and martial might.

It was one of these training routines, where she nearly died and also nearly killed quite a number of servants. After that day, seven years ago...she ran away from home. She found herself on a ship, under cover, becoming a sailor on a merchant vessel. That was her life up until a few weeks ago where the ship she was on was hit by bad weather, sinking into the ocean not far from Latis.

It was here, that the Envoy found its host. The dying, drowning body of a woman who had never truly experienced anything but the shackles of her life.

So, the Envoy, whether it had some thought to allow her to experience this or not...would take her as its host. The Envoy, taking her name, abilities, made a promise that it wasn't quite sure why it made that day. That it would show her the world and every bit of pleasure, joy, and otherwise bit of fun in it she could not experience herself....

So with a destination of Latis in mind, she set off...arriving there not long after.

Class & Gear:

• Class: Bloodrager
  Some people fight with skill, intelligence, and elegance. Many years of discipline and honing ones skill to a fine point and a deadly edge. Liora? Yeah, no, that sounds like a pain. She'd much rather rely on instinct and the strength of her body alone. Generally speaking, she's a physical bruiser with some divine blood to enhance her physical abilities and to perform some small magical feats instinctively. While she'll never be as skilled as a dedicated spell caster, her physical ability more than makes up for it. She can both give and take a beating, and should as she put it 'her switch gets flipped' well, you best be ready for the unfun kind of pounding, because her fists are going inside your intestines.
  
  Aside from enhancing her physical abilities, theoretically she should be able to instinctively use the magical blood in her veins for other things, but she's yet to quite reach that potential.
• Gear:
  Trusty Ornate Longsword:
  A rather lovely, elegant looking long sword. Surprisingly sturdy enough to not have broken in combat when she goes full cage match on a poor fool.
  Padded clothing:
  Fairly mundane, if somewhat expensive looking clothing. A few layers of padding have been added for protection, but generally they're just normal clothes. Easier to move around in, and who doesn't like getting a bit roughed up or losing their clothes in a fight? Bonus points if both parties do.
  Alcohol flasks:
  Did you expect anything less? Very strong stuff. Possibly illegally strong. If she's not busy getting it on with someone in a brothel, a party somewhere, or beating someone to a pulp for fun, she's probably some level of drunk.
  Sweets: She likes keeping various hard candies on her. She especially likes things that are sweet enough to kill, our sour enough too.

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Something super special and secret?

Prophetiae Adventum: Envoys of the Pantheon

Yeet

Alright

I'll see about getting a CS up soon.

Just a question, but what sorta power level are you looking for for the characters? I assume we'll not be too terribly stronger than most adventurers and stuff to start with? Just wanting a baseline so I don't go too overboard or too underboard, so to speak.

Epic of Beginnings - Dawns Cradle

Fish? Fishing.
@VitaVitaAR

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“Ah?” The injured man looked to Seelay, having finished bandaging up his arm. “Oh, you must be one of the travelers…thanks for the help. Looks like you and Akando had some good luck from the sage there.” He’d say, giving Seelay a friendly greeting. “Sure, I can take you.”

“Careful you two. Don’t need anyone else getting injured by whatever that’s doing it.”

“We’ll be fine! I’m not the one going near the water.” The other man would say with a cheeky grin as he motioned for Seelay to follow. Heading east, they’d eventually come to what was normally the docks, now completely frozen over - and it seemed like many of the fishing boats and canoes the village used had been rendered unusable thanks to frost or being pillaged by the rime beasts.

The sea too, seemed to have been blanketed in a large sheet of ice, extending far out into the bay.

“If it was just the ice it wouldn’t be that bad, honestly,” The man would say, leading Seelay to where a couple of fisherman were using hand drills and other hand tools to break the ice and scoop it out. “but whatever it is that’s been spooking the fish though took out one of the boats we managed to salvage too…whatever it is, is huge.”

Several holes had been carved in the ice, a few fisherman using hooks and a few nets to scoop up fish, though it was hardly as efficient as what they normally used, likely.

“We’ve tried catching it with the nets, but we’ve just lost the nets with nothing to show for it.” He’d sigh. “And…we didn’t tell the others, but we found one of our storehouses we use to dry salt fish for preservation was broken into and lots of it stolen. An empty crate was turned over near the water here, so that means whatever it is can also get on land too, right?” Well, it was logical for someone to think that, at least right? Still, this certainly seemed like quite the problem. “Just ask any fisherman here if you need any help or anything…or ideas on how to handle this.”

Current Happenings

The moon goddess had pulled a fishing rod from her dress somewhere, and was holding it off the edge of the screen, presumably fishing.
Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Current Objective:
Find out what's spooking the fish. Seems like it might be a large predator of some sort.

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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@Cu Chulainn
A certain little spider

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As Seelay walked off with the fisherman to investigate, Gideon would be left alone. Akando had left too, presumably to gather the hunters so they could more effectively discuss what they were going to be doing. He had plenty of time to do anything he wanted to now, but it seemed that work would instead find him.

Suddenly, something grabbed him from behind. Hands, feeling stiff against his skin as his sides were slowly rubbed.

“Hmm…Raam? Raam. Curious. Why is one of your hollow kind all the way out here. Did someone send the little blessed one on an errand?” He’d barely recognize the voice as Achel, the grave keeper and the Chiralta that had been looking after and dealing with the dead. “No? No. Likely no. Hehe. Of course not. You have nothing to do with this. You’re just a coincidental little fly that tastes like iron caught in a web you know nothing of.”

Her hands would release him, as she’d then move in front of him, smiling her usual, odd smile. Threads of silk seeming to move in time with her hands.

“Is the little Raam here looking for a ranch? Or are you free to help Achel with something?”

Current Happenings

The moon goddess sits up, looks warily at the edge of the screen…a little exclamation mark appearing over her head as a spider lasso’s her with a net of silk before stringing her up by her ankles at the top of the screen. She desperately tries to stop her dress from revealing her undergarments.
Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• There could be a way to start diversifying Dawn’s food options aside from its usual fish, berry, and forest animal diet.
• Achel has asked for help. Help the spider? She’ll offer you a glass of spiders.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

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The Missing huntress
@ERode@Pyromania99

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The fire from Vammy whirled in front of her, creating a vortex of hot moving fire as it would burn and throw the arrows off course from the both of them, sending the projectiles harmlessly burning into the snow as Atzi charged up the incline. More arrows followed, and being out in the open like this made it easy for her opponents to hit their mark - an arrow slamming into her shoulder, a second into her leg. A third in her arm. The only saving grace was that they missed any vitals.

When she finally reached the top, she could see her opponents.

About ten people wearing ornate, light red robes gilded with patterns of gold and white scattered around the rocky incline. Their robes were doubly covered with thick insulation and padding to protect from the cold and to act as armor. Who they were though…well, she’d have to beat them to a pulp to find out. Their faces were covered by faceless white masks. No eyes, no features, nothing to distinguish them from any other. The three nearest something said nothing to her as they’d turn towards her, forgoing their bows for their melee weapons and charge towards her Two would continue to fire arrows at her at regular intervals…while the other five would focus on Vammy.

The demons in question fireball would sail towards one of the robed archers, who would duck behind a tree by the time it would reach them, completely missing the archer entirely and instead singing the tree. Immediately they would respond with more arrows, seemingly attempting to keep her busy while the others dealt with the amazonian woman named Atzi.

The second fireball would have a bit more luck, knocking the archer off his feet but otherwise not doing too terribly much aside from a bit of disorientation from the impact. Thankfully her fire wall would still throw the arrows off course.

“How about we feel up one of these idiots by ripping their guts out and strangling another one with them?” The demon roared in her head, demonic fury boiling over into Vammy’s own mind from its influence.“Oh if there’s a pretty girl there we can certainly ‘feel them up’ that way too! Ahaha, oh yes yes yes let me have theeeeem!”

Well, one of them was having a good time at least.

Current Happenings

The goddess defrosted, throwing the remaining bits of rimebeast off screen. Folding her arms against her chest, she’d sit on the top of the screen, pouting.

Current location: Deep Kyr Forest
Time: Afternoon

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Current Objective:
Find Maira (She has drawn a picture of Maira’s face here)

• She’s not at home. (The goddess has made a cutesy drawing of a cabin and Maira’s face, with a big red X over Maira’s face.)
• Tallen seems to have been tied and injured. The beast looks like its not had a decent meal in awhile, either. (The goddess has drawn a small chibi picture of Tallen, and an empty bowl of food.)

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are. (A small chunk of ore is drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish (Fish bones have been drawn here)
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood (A pile of logs have been drawn here)
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes. (A fox wearing something black over her eyes and what seems to be rolls of marked paper held up in a very serious fashion has been drawn here. Words that spelled ‘capitalism ho!’ were also drawn here above the foxes head…whatever that meant.)
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done? (The goddess has drawn herself shrugging and looking confused)

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An eight legged herbalist
@Click This@Crusader Lord

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Nylah’s light spears hurtled towards the wolf with just a flick of her wrist and a thought. The wolf, in turn avoided the first, leaping out of the way while the second managed to graze its fur with a pained yelp, sending it stumbling to the ground, but not out. It got back to its feet, blood trickling from the wound on its side, growling warily but otherwise not making any move…

The two assaulting Lissa had a bit rougher of a time. The wolf sailed past her, its leaping charge missing entirely as a sword sliced its side open. It would fall upon the ground, whimpering and whining as blood spilled from the wound. The second similarly was stopped by the Raam’s boot being slammed on its face, the crunch of bone being felt as its muzzle now looked just a bit shorter, causing it to back off and stumble warily away from the trio.

It looked towards the second wolf that Nylah had fended off, as if the two were judging their chances now.

thud

Something caused the ground to shake.

The two wolves lifted their heads, turning them towards the forest in the same rough direction they had heard the deer whimpering from earlier.

thud

A second movement as something started walking closer, causing the wolves to whimper and bark, before bolting away from the scene entirely.
Thud

A tree near the treeline shifted, the cracking sound of wood as though something heavy and strong was simply pressing against it, causing it to shift and bend with its weight. Whatever it was briefly stopped, just out of sight behind some thick foliage…and then what seemed to be a long, dextrous sticky…tongue lashed out, latching onto the injured, downed wolf and pulling it into the treeline, the wolfs whimpers being cut off abruptly.

Through the trees it was hard to see what exactly it was, despite the somewhat good visibility but they got the distinct feeling they were being watched.

Current Happenings

The moon goddess seemed shocked for some reason, enough to drop the book and her trident. She’d sit up, looking intently at Nylah, sparkles in her eyes as if expecting something.

Current location: Dawn
Time: Afternoon

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Current Objective:
Calra has said the following is what she is in need of.
Kyr Reed - A bundle of six Kyr Reed plants have been obtained. Should be plenty to help the village for a while.
Wind Leaf - A bundle of three Wind Leaf stalks and leaves.

• Haruno at least has been stabilized, though its only a temporary measure.
• Probably should get her to a healer of some sort sooner rather than later.
• Oh no, some unknown threat!

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Potential Events:

• Asvar has mentioned a lack of Ore and that he might know where more are.
• Bolcha has mentioned something spooking and eating his fish
• Bolcha has mentioned someone going into the forest and securing more wood
• Enli mentioned not having enough coins or goods to barter with the merchant Mie, if she comes.
• Now where could Lazhira have run off too…?
• Haruno mentioned something about being ambushed by Yaga.
• Perhaps there's something you, personally, feel that needs to be done?

Prophetiae Adventum: D&d inspired world, Fantasy Adventure

@FrogRFlowR

Aight, good to know

Whenever the CS's get put up I'll get to work on this idea of mine then. Shouldn't take too long, I think I already got most of the ideas down for her.