Rune_Alchemist

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Human Village
@Psyker Landshark@VitaVitaAR

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“I beg your pardon, sir? Show me, immediately.” Giles demanded, frowning deeply at the statements Dragan was making. How could…why would someone do such a thing? He couldn’t fathom it, let alone someone among the villagers. Certainly some had thought that capturing and training or studying them was a good idea, but he had always refused. Too dangerous.

Had someone gone against his orders?

However, when he was taken to the scene, all he could do was sigh.

“...So that’s how it is.” He’d grumble. “This building was unoccupied, until very recently you see.” He’d hold a hand to his mouth, quietly stifling a gag as he’d observe the scene. “Quite a dreadful scene…ugh, anyways,” He’d glance towards Dragan. “Three travelers arrived some time ago. Asked if they could stay. We had no reason to refuse. A man and two women. Two dressed like they had come right out of the old world, and the third claimed to be a traveling scholar and alchemist, though her manner of dress was much more…shall we say, old.” He’d frown. “She made an effort to inform everyone she was just traveling with them for a mutual deal for now, but the other two claimed to be from something called the ‘Ithica Society’. They left for that damned city some days ago now. The alchemist left a few days before them, into the forest.”

Aleksiya’s own investigation however, would not go unfruitful. It was faint. Diluted. Horribly so. To call it the blood of a prestigious vampire lord was laughable…but she could feel it. Something familiar. Something ever so faintly familiar. A feeling of animalistic vigor…but also irritation and anger. An almost feral rage at…something.

There was no mistaking it. Kordelia…but what was she so angry at, and was she doing this on purpose if she was still alive?

Location:
Human Village, Riverside
@Pyromania99@Click This@Asuras

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The gorebat chirped, a bit annoyed it couldn’t eat the human and was forbidden from snacks, but it did as it was told, swooping off into the darkness.

“Hmph, any gods that do exist aren’t ones I’d want to-Weh!?” Julene shouted, not expecting the woman to just pick her up so easily. She’d struggle only briefly. “Y-you put me down! This instant you hear me!” But alas, her pleas fell on deaf ears as Akyasha would refuse to do so. “Tch, fine. Whatever you fake nun, fine! Thata way.”
Julene’s directions would soon enough lead them towards a surprisingly well kept and reinforced home, from the looks of all the others. The walls had all been reinforced, remade, and several walls had obviously been replaced. The first floor had even been expanded quite a bit, to make room for an indoor forge as well as a general workshop it seemed. The second floor had well, been completely removed. One of the walls completely knocked out, a ladder leading up to the roof with several platforms along the way stocked with barrels and also what seemed to be toher supplies.

Intentionally done, perhaps?

“You can put me down now.” She’d huff, and if Akyasha didn’t drop her, she’d give the nun a whack on the top of her head until she did.

“Here. Workshop takes up most of the place…ah? Another one?” This was about the time Luna would walk up on the trio, earning an exasperated sigh from the Blacksmith. “...I ain’t even surprised anymore. Whatever.”

Location:
Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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The woman, did not respond.

She’d keep writing into the small book she was writing in for a few long, awkward seconds after Argus responded. It was only after these few long seconds, that she'd turn around, and immediately set eyes on the pirate.

“Moons tears!” She’d shout, jumping back a few feet and bumping into the table and causing the glassware to rattle. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to sneak up on someone? They might turn you into a toad!” She’d close the journal she was carrying, stuffing it into her tattered robes. Now that he could get a good look at the woman in question, she was…well, she fit right in with these woods.

Short, shoulder length messy brown hair with yellow eyes with more baggage than an emotional nobleman from the old world. The clothes under them seemed to almost be falling apart at the seams, with just a cloth covering her chest and a small skirt covering her lower body. The cloak though, was the most curious thing. Well taken care of…but it certainly wasn’t something she could have made herself. It seemed older. Almost more regal.

A bone ring adorned her finger, made out of some sort of small bird skull.

“What do you want? I am a busy woman and have no time for idle chatter. If you’re heading towards that village in the distance, there’s a place you can cross the river not far down that way.” She’d huff. “If you’re looking for my services…I’m curious as to how you found me all the way out here, but stranger things happen. I don’t come cheap as a healer or scholar.”

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

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"Ahaha, easy!" Cecil laughed heartily as her arrows found their marks. The creatures knees being severed, its arm ripped nearly in twain from the burst of wind. Fleshy undead were no more tough than men, really. All could be taken care of pretty easily...as long as well, they both stayed dead.

"Cecil! Stay alert something's not right!"

Was all the warning Cecil would have as the undead beast seemed to mutate. Tendrils of red exploding from the beasts body, coiling through the air and reaching outwards, immediately reaching towards the captain and those near it. Frowning, she'd quickly take a moment to assess the situation. Its weapon had been dealt with. Momentarily immobilized. Maybe if they took out its torso? She could do it, but it'd take a few arrows.

Which meant...its head.

"Don't have to tell me twice!"

An arrow, quickly knocked. An exhale. It wasn't often she pulled on the full extent of her magical abilities from Shael...but she might as well make the most of it, here.

"O Guidance of the wind, guide, strike true that which is impure - Shael, Windburst!"

Instead of a twang, there was a solid fwoosh as the arrow was loosed. A simple spell of both guidance from the wind, as well as the Windburst. Supposing it didn't move, it should hit. Should.

The man from Barukstaed
@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@Creative Chaos

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The axe swung, intending to strike Fleuri down. It might have met its target too, at least the blast damage might have...had it not been for Vier stepping into the Axe's path, despite it glowing with explosive, arcane might.

A metallic clang was briefly heard followed by a boom as the blades connected. A flash of light, dust and debris billowing from the area as Vier would find his vision suddenly jolted upwards as his feet left the ground, his sword arm straining from the impact as his blade took the full force of the axe's explosive might. He'd hit the ground, hard, rolling a few feet along the cold ground of the mausoleum and blade clanging to the ground next to him, his arm throbbing with pain.

He'd heft his axe once more, swiftly, intending a follow up strike on Flueri, but Steffen had other ideas. He couldn't stop Vier from taking the blow, but Vier had no doubt at least saved Flueri the misfortune from being on the receiving end of the explosive enchantment as Steffen rammed the man, hammering his shoulder into the warriors body, earning a grunt from him as he'd be forced briefly off balance, having to change his stance to prevent himself from being knocked over.

"Tch," He'd grumble, attempting to raise his axe only to find Steffen preventing him from doing so, grunting in mild pain Flueri would make a move to impale his neck on the knights blade. Unable to properly deflect or avoid, Flueri would find his blade barely sinking into the mans flesh, a shallow cut as he'd barely manage to move his head to the side.

He'd respond by simply raising his axe with one hand, arcane might glowing once more as he'd move his hand right up the haft to where the blade met, intending on bringing it down on Steffen's head at close range.

Of course, this was only a small feint. Even if Steffen moved, he'd immediately grab the end of the axe with his now freed hand, swing it around and slam it into Flueri.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Nids End
@Pyromania99

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The Fomorian didn’t bother immediately responding, merely tilting his head up towards the hills as if she should hurry. Once at the top, she’d find Sucaria looking out over the craggy, rocky shoreline. The desolate, nighttime expanse extended far to the north, and along the shore in the distance she could see it.

A beast of some sort, walking along in the distance of the shoreline. It was too dark to make out, but where its head seemed to be were some sort of flickering, yellow fire burning into the skies. Pale and sickly, while various spots of its presumably extremely long body extended down the rocky cliffside and into the sea below. It was sitting fairly low to the ground, but she couldn’t make out much more besides what could probably be four legs, curled at its side.

More notably though, was the entire host of Fomorian’s that had gathered around it…in an almost worshiping like manner. It was difficult for her to make them out too much as well, but they were carrying torches of similar yellow fire.

Sucaria stood at the top of the hill, seemingly transfixed.

“We call it the Ollipheist.” The Fomorian replied. “Dangerous beast, even the brainless fools among our kind even avoid. The thing has the power to enthrall us…and only us. I don’t know what it is about that fire, but anyone with Fomorian blood aside from those of our particular lineage are affected by it.”

Location:
Hjrelskins Fall, Forest
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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The tree creaked in groaned, bark breaking and giving way under the strain of being assaulted. The creature, though was no longer singing. The Melody had silenced, though that sweet smell still lingered in the air as the crack widened and widened, as the thing began to shudder and -

Crack

The entire side of the tree facing Ethelred cracked apart. With a shriek, and a shudder, the trees entire fleshy bark began to shudder, its branches retreating back towards its body as an odd, green goo began leaking from the wound.

“NNgh…will I? Can I? Bloom? Bloom prettily?” For a moment, it seemed the tree may indeed have something else up its branches. From this green goo, at the very top of the tree between its branches where the crack was being pried apart what appeared to be a giant hand was reaching out…before it’d lose all cohesion and fall back in on itself.

“GGhhk…ah…no-no…to soon…too soon…” The voice lamented, the tree would fall over onto its side with a thud. “Ah, I’m sorry…sorry mother…sorry…I couldn’t…”

The Unseelie that had been surrounding Luana immediately froze, turning to see the felled tree. A few tense seconds of silence.

“...Ah, the bullies killed sister!”

“Meanies! Meanies!”

“Run away! Waaah, mommy!~”

The group would proceed to do just that, fleeing into the underbrush.

Location:
Airedale Forests
@Guy0fV4lor

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“I want to speak with this Queen’s Court Mage.” Rael responded with a humph. “I can not stay long, and anything we discuss is meant for them, not…extremely physically fit peasants like you.” Oddly enough, it didn’t seem like she was trying to say that as an insult as she’d head into Airedale proper. “You wouldn’t happen to know where the keep is, would you? I would erm, like to not get lost. N-not that I would, ahah.”

Queens Quarters
@VitaVitaAR

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“Eeeep!” The Unseelie immediately knew she had, as one might say, royally messed up. From the moment her ‘curse’ if it could even be called that seemed completely ineffective, from the clearly outmatched magical power that this ‘child’ she had antagonized had begun to summon. The more Fio ranted, the more the fairy shrunk in demeanor and seemed to almost want to retreat into Fio’s hand for protection.

“Fio Fanny Fannise?” The fairy responded, tilting her head to the side, clearly not particularly feeling threatened despite Fio’s apparent rage or her deciding to hide. “Fia Fanna Fannise? Ahahaha, what a long silly name! Humans have really long silly names, ahahah. Fanny, pfft.” The fairy in question seemed to be quite amused by this. “Okay human you made me laugh so I’ll be so gracious as to not super curse you for this transgression of touching me. In fact, I’ll let you have the honor of doing a task for me!” The fairy would nod. “Your house is now mine! Don’t you feel honored, yes? A great and powerful unseelie like me giving you the boon of my presence! Hahah, you should thank me now!”

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location:
Clemantis
13.000 hours
@Pyromania99

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Seeing this as a good excuse as any, Bernadette wiggled herself out of the rats grasp, earning a pouty huff from Leoniya as the head engineer expressed her displeasure by sticking her tongue out at Leoniya in a somewhat childish manner.

“Ne Veselo, both of you.” The rat replied with a dismissive wave. “Fine! I shall make it myself! And eat it myself! None for you!” The rat laughed, walking off and heading to the galley. Bernadette merely watched her leave, giving Katherine a nod before heading back to the ships engineering and maintenance areas, certain that the Firbolg had nothing to actually talk about.

Of course Katherine could always ruin Bernadette’s day as Leoniya had planned to. She wouldn’t do that, would she?

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@Click This

Whenever Polina found herself cleaned up and presentable, she’d find Leoniya toiling away in the kitchens along with a few other maids, preparing an admittedly rather lavish looking dinner to be eaten on the way back to the Maison. A few other maids expressed apologies, almost running into Polina as they scurried about, cleaning, cooking, and generally doing their duties.

“Ah, Stroganoff, my mouth waters just thinking about you-hm? Ah, Polina! You are here! I was wondering if you’d be a spoilsport like the others, ahaha! Katherine dragged Detty away and here I am, making dinner just for me. Help a little rat?” She’d turn her head towards Polina as she’d walk into the kitchens, a bottle of half empty vodka sitting next to the stove she was using to cook, no doubt having used it on the sauteed meat currently being prepared to be served.

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@AzureKnight

Finding the infirmary wasn’t hard, mostly thanks to well documented signage.

Upon pushing open the door to the infirmary however, she would have something of a surprise…or rather, a lack of surprise. Lyssa and Viatrix weren’t in the infirmary. Not the main sickbay area, it seemed, rather they were in the dedicated on board surgery room, door locked and the two seemed to be discussing something but nothing Lucrecia could hear. She had taken just long enough for Viatrix to get started in her examinations it seemed, though it was a bit odd she had taken Lyssa into a more private area…

This would leave Lucrecia alone with Akantha.

“U-uhm…sorry…she took the erm, scary one back there…” Akantha quietly replied. “She told me to sit here for now…” Akantha tucked her knees against her chest in the chair she was sitting in. “...uhm…m-miss?...what’s going to happen to me? Mom and dad…I don’t have any siblings or…close relatives…I think.”

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@VitaVitaAR

Okay, as expected from what we talked about and as far as I can see, nothing wrong here. Happy you have you back aboard.

"It was quite worrying when I heard tell of your situation. I though I may have to give someone quite an unexpected investigation. I am however, glad we came to an understanding. I don't expect a demon like you to get along with the other maids, but so long as you work together on the job and follow my orders I have no reason to do anything to you. Quite the contrary, in fact. Welcome to the Maison. Just be sure to earn your keep. I'd dislike greatly to give certain actors a reason to call for your...execution."

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Human Village
@Psyker Landshark@VitaVitaAR

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Dragan would make his way back up, passing by a few people who somewhat timidly, expressed their thanks, as if expecting him to be angry for doing so. They were already starting to tend to the dead that had been left alone, burning the beasts and starting to remove them. As he’d find his way back up the stairs, it seemed Giles had kept his word and barricaded the room but after a bit of insistence the villagers would remove it and allow the vampires back into the abode.

“Did you actually manage…to drive the beasts back?” Giles would ask, seeing Dragan return mostly unharmed. “...forgive my disbelief, I wasn’t expecting you to return.” The boy that had run up earlier was running down now, likely to look for and check for his parents that had been left behind. “I don’t suppose you found where those creatures came from?”

Location:
Human Village
@Asuras

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Luna climbed the rather hastily made ladder. Whoever made it likely intended to use it as a secret entrance into the village below. Climbing up was easy enough, the old thing creaking under her weight as she’d pull herself out of the tunnels below and into the lightless world above.

She was met with an unfamiliar sight.

She was close to the river, not extremely deep into the forest but far enough away from the village most villagers likely wouldn’t bother with it. The ladder itself came out into what was a pile of boulders that seemed to have been purposefully placed to hide it, causing her to have to step out of a little rocky passageway to be outside properly. If she hadn’t come out of here or knew that it was here, there was a good chance it’d have gone unnoticed.

In the distance, back towards the village she could see the burning smolders of a house. She could see the carcasses of a few dead beasts back that way, too. Giselle’s work? The fire seemed contained at least.

This far into the forest though, she could smell it. The stench of blood coming from across and further down the river. It was faint, likely being much further away but it was present, but the fact she could smell it so far away meant there could be no small quantity of it. Perhaps it’d be better to meet up with her fellows before pressing onwards.

Location:
Human Village, Riverside
@Pyromania99@Click This

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Julene was quiet as the two explained themselves, grip on her blade not faltering for a moment.

“I can stand on my own, fake nun.” She’d say after a few seconds, though it soon turned into a fit of coughing, as she’d point her blade to the ground, impaling it into the earth and using it to help her do it. “I don’t buy a word of what ye said, but…well, I don’t think you’re here to harm us at least.” She’d wheeze a bit, taking a few lungfuls of air. “Sorry about the poor welcome…urgh, but I can’t be too careful about vagrants like you two.” She’d, perhaps through sheer force of pride and her desire not to show weakness, managed to stand back up, face still covered in soot.

“...I can let ya both stay at my place if you need a place to lay your head for a bit. Ain’t big, but I got space for a few extras just in case.” A frown, glancing towards Giselle. “I dunno what you’re talking about. Ain’t no civilization that can exist out here…all people here can do is survive. Ain't no gods either.” She’d narrow her eyes at Akyasha. “Except beasts and evil things claiming to be one. We don’t need either here.”

Location:
Pirates End -> Forest of Beasts
@crimson Paladin

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“Fair winds and safe travels, Captain. Remember - the Violet Witch rewards loyalty.” With that, the Maid would fall silent, watchin Fellborn leave, heading north towards the river that she had indicated. As he left, she would soon as well, disappearing into the forests in the opposite direction.

She had a report to make.

Argus would make his way across the rocky shoreline, eventually finding his way to the aforementioned river not long after parting ways with Cynthia and a forest. Following it upstream was a trifling task, with the ability to see in this lightless world the beasts that would have beset most travelers were wary, scurrying around just in the shadows deeper in the forest. Aside from a few hounds and similar beasts and having to cross to the rivers opposite shoreline to get up a particularly large waterfall, it was an uneventful trip.

This did however, put him on the opposite side of the village mentioned as well as in the middle of a forest. It had become much thicker now, with the few bits of foliage that remained on the trees obscuring the lightless sky and their twisted branches and roots making it not the easiest of places to traverse.

It was curious then, that the Vampire would catch campfire light in the distance. While he could now see some ramshackle buildings across the river where the village would be, this person was both across the river and a fair distance away from it still.

Creeping up to see who they were, would reveal a single human. It was difficult to tell much of their appearance beyond their short, brown hair, pale skin and somewhat long, thin fingers for it was obscured by a thick, heavy cloak around their shoulders. They were seemingly writing in a book of some sort, hunched over a small desk as a cauldron bubbled away over a campfire. Didn’t smell like food. A number of glass vials and if he was a learned man he’d recognize other alchemical equipment sitting on it. Oddly though, there did not seem to be anything in the way of a shelter. Perhaps they didn’t intend to stay long.

They didn’t seem to have noticed Argus…and perhaps it’d be best he didn’t engage whoever this was. Something about this traveler would make him uneasy.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

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On one hand, the skeletons were proving easy enough to deal with.

On the other...

"Ahahah, Looks worse then Lord Autmere does." Cecil laughed to herself, before shaking her head. Focus, she had to focus. Thankfully though, that hulking monstrosity might have its size...but it made it a much easier, much bigger target to hit. "Alright big guy, lets see how well you stay put together." Fill it full of enough holes, use wind to rip and tear at its flesh, it could be easily done.

First, cripple that arm of its.

Another wind burst arrow, this time aimed for the things shoulder that was carrying the hammer. It was followed by deftly knocking a few normal arrows, towards its legs, hoping to slow it down even slightly.

The man from Barukstaed
@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@Creative Chaos

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As Steffen rushed towards the Barukstaedian, the hulking mass of a man seemed to make a calculated movement himself. After all, if he had no weapons, then he was going to have to get close. Real close. Which meant a large two handed axe wouldn't be all that useful in such close quarters if he got past it. He made a movement that made it seemed like he was going to strike, but the sound of metal grinding and the catching of his axe on something caused a moment of bemusement as the blade did not move - leaving him right open to a flurry of punches from Steffen.

"Guh-" the man grunted, impact after impact swiftly being delivered to his armor. The runic armor taking the brunt of each blow more than most armors could. He struggled only briefly with freeing his axe, before deciding that he had enough of Steffen. Releasing the axe with one hand, he'd deliver his own blow right to Steffen's face with a left hook in the moment the Ingvarr also struck, the force momentarily dazing the Ingvar. This was followed by him grasping the axe again with both hands, twisting it and managing to unhook it from Flueri's lockdown.

He'd follow it up with a step forward, a knee aimed towards Flueri's midsection, and a horizontal swing with the axe, its runes glowing with arcane might.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Nids End
@Pyromania99

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The elves were busy carousing, one was dancing a rather entrancing, flowing dance around the flames and Sarah was busy regaling the elves of the tale of some far off battle with a demon. A ferocious battle, where all she had was the great shield she was carrying, and the well wishing and training of her teacher that left shortly before.

She was mid sentence when Luna returned with Sucaria.

“Oh? By all means, having someone else familiar with these lands telling stories would be appreciated!” Sarah replied with a friendly grin. “Come on, you start then. I can finish mine later.” Sucaria would stand pensively next to Luna, seemingly still uncomfortable but acquiescing to Luna’s commands. Curiously the cyclopean fomorian could be caught casting a few glances towards the maid, but he didn’t seem to say much or do anything aside from join the elves in their carousing, challenging a few of the elves to arm wrestling contests or other shows of strength.

Eventually though, as the night wore on the elves would turn in one by one. Sarah was completely smashed by the end of the night as they say, and had at various points in the festivities ended up leaning and falling on Luna, earning more than a few cool glares from the maid before said maid also helped carrying her off to her tent to prevent further incidents.

It was in the middle of the night, after Luna and everyone had fallen asleep would Luna be woken by a somewhat familiar voice.

“Oi, human. Get up.” It was the fomorian. He was leaning against a rock wall, seemingly sharpening a few sticks of large pieces of wood into spears. “I’ll smack ye if I have too, on yer feet. That maid of yours needs some help.” He’d gruffly reply. “Elder Beast out there’s being ornery tonight. Her fomor blood is listening.”

It was true, Sucaria didn’t seem to be anywhere. Up on the hill at the top of the rocky shoreline she could see little motes of yellowish light over it.

Location:
Hjrelskins Fall, Forest
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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Elnith deftly avoided the slow, cumbersome tree, having been a distance from it to start with made it easy for her to avoid most of the blow as she’d avoid the hefty blow. Lugh fared slightly worse, being knocked on his feet from the impact and tumbling across the ground a bit…and giving the little Unseelie the perfect opportunity to swarm him.

“Aw, they wanna be new friends!”

“Garden~garden~”

“Cut and prune the flowers~”

“Until they are done~”

Lugh growled, quickly rolling along the ground, avoiding one of the creature's claws and jumping to his feet, but one leaped into the air and latched around his head and neck, proceeding to viciously claw and rip at his hair and head. The tree would slowly try setting up from where it had fallen - only for Luana to grab it with her hands and proceed to well, quite effectively peck it.

“Ah~ah! Oh that tickles!” The tree giggled as Luana’s head viciously began hollowing a hole in the tree’s bark. “Oh, but…I don’t think its ready! I’m a tree! Still a tree! Can’t be something else!” Luana would feel the branches wrap around her, swiftly yanking her off of the tree and tossing her away, and towards a group of the ravenous little plants.

There was however, now a fairly deep, sizable hole in the tree’s bark. Green sap was leaking from its body now, and the tree would turn its attention towards Ethelred and Elnith, the initial crack had almost completely extended from the creatures base to its top, along with the hole, the thing was nearly falling apart. Some of the things roots were still trying to pry itself apart, for some reason, but it also had significantly slowed down.

“No you don’t!” Elnith swung her sword, the blade bonking the one trying to get Lugh off and sending it to the ground, earning a huff from the youth and a thankful nod. His face was pretty badly scratched, but otherwise he seemed fine. “Any ideas, Ethelred?”

“I’ll carry an axe next time.” Lugh commented, readying his own weapon. They likely needed to finish this fairly quick or find a way to deal with the small pixies before they were overwhelmed entirely.

Queens Quarters
@VitaVitaAR

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“Okyaaa?!” The little fairy immediately did a 180, wings fluttering in a panic as she’d shout in surprise, somehow, having been completely oblivious to Fio. She initially seemed like she was ready to bolt, but upon seeing the diminutive witch, the Fairy's posture relaxed slightly, a look of mild annoyance forming on her face before her mouth turned upwards into a grin.

“Ahaha, its a human child.” She’d laugh. “A teeny tiny itsy bitsy human child! Ahaha, like I’m scared of a pint sized child that’s barely bigger than me!” The pixie derisively cackled. “For annoying me, I’ll guess I’ll curse you instead!”

The pixie raised her warped, twisted hand. She was certainly building up magic, though Fio couldn’t say what for. In fact, she could barely detect any magic at all! Was it because the fairy was too powerful for her to feel? No, in fact, it was quite the opposite.

This fairy, was so incredibly weak she’d barely be a threat to anyone. The curse would probably be an inconvenience at best for a few minutes, whatever it was if she was allowed to finish.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

@Enkryption

I'm going to just say upfront, your response comes off as quite rude and makes you seem like a jerk here.

The fact of whether I wanted or expected someone to app a demon or not is irrelevant. (Quite the opposite, I was really hoping someone would, which is why I'm particular about them getting it right.) Ignoring the fact it seems like you didn't even read the basic demonic rules, I gave you clear cut reasons on why the idea you presented as it is, did not quite work out so well. She does not work well as a blood demon, and would work much better as an Eye demon - ones known for being insectoid and not having any tendencies other than making deals like your classical demons and pursuit of magical knowledge. Whelps and Demon Beasts are the animals, so she needs to be a high demon. I gave you ideas and potential ways the idea could work but instead of trying to work the idea out, you simply dismiss the critique in bad faith.

The fact you read malice and negativity where there was intended to be none and completely ignored what I did say tells me quite a bit about you, and more than enough for me to know this RP is not a good fit for you. I could go into more detail here, but as it stands, I'm going to simply tell you that this RP is simply not for you and to kindly leave.

I do wish you luck in your future endeavors and RPs.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location:
Clemantis
13.000 hours
@Pyromania99@Click This@AzureKnight

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“Oh goodness, a saint? I do believe you’re exaggerating, you flatterer.” Viatrix responded with a light giggle. “Come along you two, now. I won’t have Myrilla shouting at me if you have a little hair on your head singed off.” Viatrix knelt down, putting her arms around Akantha and holding her. “And you, little one, will be just fine.”

“...Uhm…yes, I’ll be fine…” The girl responded quietly, glancing towards Lucrecia and Polina, seeming a bit uncertain but would ultimately allow herself to be carried off. Lyssa offered everyone present a slightly impish smile and a wave bye before heading off after Viatrix.

“Da, that mission could have gone much worse, I think.” As Viatrix left, Leoniya would walk up to the trio. “Good work you three, especially you two.” She’d say, giving Polina a friendly, somewhat rough pat on her back. “...its a shame about the forward team, but not much we can do aside from cleanup and move on. Anyone want a drink? I was planning on helping out in the kitchen for some food on the way back to the Maison.”

“Mhm…Leoniya. You three.” The sleepy voice of Bernadette was next to make herself known. “Comms units are fixed-”

“Ah, Bernadette! Perfect timing!” Leoniya immediately grabbed the small girl by the shoulders. Bernadette’s expression was unimpressed, to say the least. “We’re just about to all head to the galley to celebrate! I’m going to make my signature Stroganoff!”

“...drowning it in alcohol is not cooking.”

“Nonsense. Everyone loves it!” Leoniya was now dragging Bernadette off. She looked at the other three, a somewhat pleading if sleepy expression.

Well, they had a few hours before they arrived back at the Maison later tonight. Maybe they could join Leoniya or save Bernadette from a fate she did not seem interested in. Viatrix would probably have Lyssa and Akantha both out of the infirmary soon enough to join them in whatever it was they wanted to do on their way back.