Rune_Alchemist

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Gotcha. Works for me.

I take it I'm free to start posting then? Don't reckon we have a discord or anything.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Haaselle
@Hammerman@AzureKnight@Silverstein

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It was an odd thing.

They were so easily accepting of her and her story. Not that it was a lie, but if it had been her she'd have questioned every aspect of it. What trusting little lambs, hm? Cute, too weren't they? Huhuhu, perhaps she could play with them? Maybe one of them would want to dance amidst a rainy sky on a silvery white night?

Oh, Roze stopped talking so it was probably time to introduce herself, hm? It was a few somewhat awkward seconds before she actually managed to do it, though.

"Yes yes, hellos! Haaselle, at your service." A rather dramatic and overly energetic bow. "Don't worry yourselves over me. Tours are boring and Roze seems like the type that she'd be fun to hang around~" Instead of her hand though, Renee would get one of her tentacles, lightly coiling around the fey's wrist. "I've not worked with anyone before so I'll try not to get in anyone's way too much." Not that she didn't want to help, but at the same time she wasn't lying. Getting along well with other people was hard for her. Her extra limb retracted beneath her cloak again, her messy black hair obscuring her right eye as she offered Launus and Renee a grin.

A brief introduction, but it should be suitable.

Haaselle, for the entire trip couldn't keep herself entirely quiet - humming a slow, swaying tune to herself as she walked just behind the others. There was no meaning to it, other than just keeping herself entertained and when they finally reached the waterways she did quiet herself.

"Not the worst place I've been..." Haaselle commented quietly as Roze led them into the waterways. No, that was reserved for the tiny cell she had been confined to-She frowned, a small bit of pain forming in her temple as she shook her head. "In fact this place has a nice little charm to it, huhu~" She fell silent as Roze apparently found something belonging to one of the kids. It was a small and muted feeling that blossomed. Anger. Just a bit, but it was there. Not like her normal agitation or short temper with others.

Things proceeded to fall apart quickly after that.

Animals. Vile. Abhorrent. She used to like animals, but now they were just annoyances and sources of cacophonous noises. These creatures in particular made her tentacles squirm.

"Can't say I've ever seen them before myself, but I don't get out much." Despite the seriousness of the situation, there was not a hint of urgency or fear in her voice faced with the sudden appearance of the arachnids. Two, barreling for her. She might have been scared, if she was capable of feeling that in any meaningful capacity any more.

Haaselle simply made a flicking motion with her middle finger and her thumb towards one of the spiders as it leaped towards her. The creature immediately screeched as it was suddenly flung backwards, slamming into a wall as its entire upper half was crushed.

"Awfully squishy and weak, aren't they...?" A quiet giggle as she swiftly sidestep a spider that lunged at her. One of her tentacles lashed out, its normal black color now reflecting a the dim light as it impaled the creature from behind before tossing its carcass in the water as she spun on her heels to face the horde once more.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Righto, that done

So how am I startin, boss?

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Cleric orc

Name:
Sarvok
Formerly, Sarena

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Holy Bolt - Rank I - A basic elemental bolt of holy magic. Hurl or shoot a magical projectile roughly 30 feet in a straight line. It travels at roughly the same speed you could physically propel a small rock. If the target is undead, aligned with the Curse element, or a member of a True Demon species, it will take increased damage. This spell cannot harm Holy aligned creatures of a higher level than the caster.
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age:

38 years, six months

Past Life:

Sarena was born and raised in a small, rural town in the midwest of the united states. Her upbringing otherwise is fairly unremarkable. A loving, if somewhat large family with five brothers and sisters with her being the oldest. A stable environment where her father was a pastor and her mother spent time working as an accountant for a large business firm. The only perhaps, huge impact her early life had on her was her heavy involvmenet in religion.

She eagerly and quickly took to religious teachings that her father gave to her, beginning to believe and worship God from a young age. At school, she also took quite well to most academics in her field, particularly math thanks to her mother and as the years of her early life and highschool passed her by, she'd graduate with flying colors and head off to university to study Theology, History, and archaeology.

Yet, even though she had a life many would be envious of, she could not deny it.

Happiness was not something she believed she ever felt. Contentment? Certainly. But there was something...missing. She could laugh at things she found funny, cry at things she thought was sad. Even so though, there was a deep feeling that something was missing. She had spent much of her praying, thinking, contemplating, trying to find an answer for what exactly she felt that was different.

It wasn't until the middle of her freshman year at college did she find the answer where she was attending a class about religion in ancient Egypt. For all her love and belief in religion and the Lord God, she had never felt as though others were genuine in their beliefs. Hypocrites. Self righteous people who merely used religion for personal gains.

And when she realized this, at first she was afraid. Afraid of the sort of things that it made her feel. Want to do. God said to love all, but then why did those that practice it reject such ideals? The bible was sometimes contradictory in its statements but that was only without looking at it through a context of the time it was written and those who wrote it.

After a night of prayer, she found her answer.

She would become a teacher.

She headed back to her home town after switching degrees, where two things would happen. One, she became a teacher at the highschool. Two, her father would be diagnosed with cancer. Such an ugly thing, cancer wasn't it? But it was, if nothing else an opportunity. The church would need a new pastor, and though it would be unconventional for a woman to do it...well, for as much as they talked about religion corruption, bribes, and a little pushing could easily make it happen.

Of course, ultimately the decision by the Pastoral Committee was controversial but it happened regardless and for the next few years she privately tutored students at the church, gaining something of a reputation for being able to take troubled youths and reforming them through education, religious teaching, and ultimately understanding.

Of course, humans could not become righteous and good without hardship and the people in her care would never speak.

It was one of these students that would both be the end of her life.

He was a troubled kid. Parents were well off, but typically were quite neglectful and abusive but heavily religious. Bullied by his peers too.

A few cans of accelerant.

A match.

The church went up in flames.

She didn't make it out of there, but neither did he.

She made sure of that.

Beloved religious figure killed in fiery arson by troubled youth

So the headlines read, at least for a few years...but that wouldn't be something she was privy to.

She found herself waking in a new world. Ugly. Grotesque. Demonic. It absolutely sickened her, but she did what she always did when she didn't know the path to take, or was feeling troubled. She sneaked away from the rest of those that looked like her, found a secluded spot in a forest, and prayed.

New Life:
Day 1 -> Orc Runt

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth

Mhm, all of those are some fun skills. I almost want the spirit ash summons lol.

and while Aid would be nice, what would I do if I couldn't perform pure unadulterated violence against the unbelievers.

I choose holy bolt.

Tales Of Shizuyama: Alternative (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Tentacles has done her thing

hopefully this is acecptable~

Tales Of Shizuyama: Alternative (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker
Janus' Campsite

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The fight was lost, she knew that much but she was unconcerned. She didn't care about the rest of the people. She was only here for the Oja clan and Lady Kyouko. The man she could tell now was conventionally handsome, under all that grime and the effort of a battlefield had taken.

"Yes, that's right. Gently now, you-eh?" Out of all the things she had expected, it was not for him to ignore the pastry and go straight for her. A hand was placed against her soft, somewhat gooey flesh. Upon hearing the words that left his lips though, the Shoggoth's face turned a shade of red that maybe would think she had been injured in battle from a distance.

In response, the shoggoth reacted reflexively.

"M-my lord jokes too much!" She'd retort, silencing him by shoving his face into her thighs. It was probably a good thing he had already passed out by then. Well, he was certainly not bad looking and he seemed receptive to her, so she should probably hang onto him. When Janus inevitably found her, he'd find her blushing like a school girl and giggling excitedly until Nyla noticed him where she'd return to her usual cool demeanor.

"Understood, Sir Janus." She'd say. "As Lady Kyouko requested, I shall not leave his side." Thankfully carrying him should be easy enough. The Shoggoth would envelop him in her body, quickly following Janus back towards the camp. Thankfully, it was an uneventful trip.

"Sir Janus." Nyla replied, folding her hands in front of her. Lord Oja was gently wrapped in her body mass, laying on what was effectively just a stretcher made of herself. "He is stable. I unfortunately am no trained healer or mage, but I have done as I can and bandaged his wounds and set any broken bones on the way here. Everything else will be up to him for now. I do not intend to leave his side until he is well enough to stand on his own." A small bow. "And as I have yet to introduce myself, Sir Janus, you may call me Nyla. If you'll excuse me I shall ensure he is still stable. I ask not to be bothered for the moment until I am done with him."

She'd find an empty tent in the campsite. Getting him out of the elements as best she could was a good first step. Gently, she'd lay him on the ground on a bedroll, and once again using her own legs as a pillow. She really shouldn't but well...anything made from her body was packed full of magical energy. It should help him recover. Of course. There was no other motivations behind it. None at all. Nope.

The tentacles slowly checking the bandages and wounds of course were doing nothing else.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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“W-well…”

“A dragon kin…hm. This might prove slightly difficult.” Elnith frowned. “I have no doubt we can kill one, but this one sounds like it is more dangerous than your standard lizard if it was able to take your hand, Gunnrun.”

“You could…say that.” The giant responded, a despondent expression crossing her features. “It was this big black thing. More giant serpent then some overgrown lizard. It wasn’t something we see often. I think some of the elders called it a Lindwurm or something.”

“A Lindwurm?”

"I didn’t really get a good look at it and I was focused on y’know, not getting the rest of myself eaten. It more just looks like probably a serpent of unusually big size?” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that more than anything. “Uhm, that said to get to it we’ll probably have to head through some territory those funny humans are in so maybe we should figure out how to deal with that first?”

Wisp was lounging around in the jar, pouting and muttering something about being bored and how funny it'd be to watch the 'short one' get eaten.

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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“Your highness?” Reinhardt responded with an understandably bemused frown.

“Oh don’t worry. Just fetch us a pair of horses. We will likely be gone for at least a day.”

“...Alright.”

“Lonan, I’ll leave these two in your care then.”

“Understood. Though I am quite curious as to what you’ll be doing with Sir Reinhardt, I doubt you’d feel like answering.”

“I have a hunch after seeing that beast myself. Nothing more, nothing less.” Sorcha frowned. “I hope, however, that I am wrong but we’ll find out shortly.” Reinhardt would soon return with the pair of horses that the two had rode in on. Without much left to be said, the two saddled up and would soon be galloping off, quickly vanishing in the hilly plains towards the mountains….

“I think we have a few options.” Lonan responded to Ethelred’s question. “That thing is fast and agile. Inhumanly so. Intelligent, too. There’s a non-zero chance us following it is nothing more than an ambush so it can pick us off.”

“Too fast for me to help with.” Lif piped up, lugging that heavy cannon looking thing behind her effortlessly. “Unless someone could tie it down and then I blast it, ahaha. Close quarters fighting isn’t my strong suit.”

“Being a pain in the ass is your strong suit, yeah.” Grainne wasn’t far behind. “Damn it…all I could do was hide in the fort…” She grumbled.

“You helped guide all the soldiers into it, Grainne. Not everyone was aware of the situation either. You did your part and succeeded.”

“...Hmph.”

“Anyways, the way I see it Sir Ethelred, Dame Luana. We could follow it, or we can attempt luring it back here and setting a trap ourselves. It really depends on what you would like to do. I would urge the latter myself but if you have other ideas nows the time. We don’t have long to decide but I am open to any suggestions either of you have.”

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Memories and paths

It had been about a day of uneventful travel that the duo would find themselves on the western slopes of the mountains. Sorcha kept a brisk pace, stopping just long enough to get four hours of sleep between the both of them before the pair once more took off. Aside from dealing with a small fomorian raiding party, the pair made swift time.

“We’ll have to foot it from here.” Sorcha dismounted her steed. “The path will likely be too narrow for the horses in some places.”

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going, your highness.” Reinhardt would follow suit.\

“And I told you to just call me Sorcha when we’re out here by ourselves.”

“Still working on that, you’re highness.”

“Tsk.” Sorcha pouted just slightly, giving Reinhardt a mildly disapproving glare before a quiet chuckle could be heard as she’d start walking. “Maybe you’d prefer if I called you ‘comrade?’ Across the seas it's a term of camaraderie between some funny rat-eared folk.”

“Rat-eared folk? Like the Tuatha?”

“Not quite, though there are definite similarities in physical appearance. Pleasant people, if a bit uppity. They worship an Elder Beast that has a lot more bark then he has bite. He’s quite the incorrigible fellow, really. If I ever see him again I’ll make a rug out of him…”

“You’ve traveled across the oceans, then?”

“Oh…yes, I have. I actually spent quite a lot of time over there before I returned here.” Sorcha immediately fell quiet with a clearing of her throat as the pair came to a ledge overlooking a small ravine. Deep below them, winding through the mountains a path was cut through the mountains. “See that mountain over there? The one with the jagged peak? That’s our destination.”

“Looks like it’d be close to the northern edge of Albion. How far away is it?”

“Depends on how many undesirables we’ll have to deal with…and speaking of…Dragon kin.”

“Well, compared to an actual dragon, these should be easy.”

“Well said. Then after you, Reinhardt. Lets see who can kill the most, aye?”

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

@Zeroth

Welp, here she be. Instead of questionable science lizard, I instead went with ~religion~ this time.

Hopefully this is acceptable. I left it pretty open ended with the last bit, but I figured it'd make most sense if while she was around with the others she just went off and decided to pray.

Yorokobe, Shounen

Name:
Sarvok
Formerly, Sarena

Current Stats:
Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2

Current Skills:

• Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
• Isekai Skill - Not Yet Chosen
• Empty Skill Slot
• Empty Skill Slot

Equipment and Inventory:

• Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
• Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
• Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.

True Age:

38 years, six months

Past Life:

Sarena was born and raised in a small, rural town in the midwest of the united states. Her upbringing otherwise is fairly unremarkable. A loving, if somewhat large family with five brothers and sisters with her being the oldest. A stable environment where her father was a pastor and her mother spent time working as an accountant for a large business firm. The only perhaps, huge impact her early life had on her was her heavy involvmenet in religion.

She eagerly and quickly took to religious teachings that her father gave to her, beginning to believe and worship God from a young age. At school, she also took quite well to most academics in her field, particularly math thanks to her mother and as the years of her early life and highschool passed her by, she'd graduate with flying colors and head off to university to study Theology, History, and archaeology.

Yet, even though she had a life many would be envious of, she could not deny it.

Happiness was not something she believed she ever felt. Contentment? Certainly. But there was something...missing. She could laugh at things she found funny, cry at things she thought was sad. Even so though, there was a deep feeling that something was missing. She had spent much of her praying, thinking, contemplating, trying to find an answer for what exactly she felt that was different.

It wasn't until the middle of her freshman year at college did she find the answer where she was attending a class about religion in ancient Egypt. For all her love and belief in religion and the Lord God, she had never felt as though others were genuine in their beliefs. Hypocrites. Self righteous people who merely used religion for personal gains.

And when she realized this, at first she was afraid. Afraid of the sort of things that it made her feel. Want to do. God said to love all, but then why did those that practice it reject such ideals? The bible was sometimes contradictory in its statements but that was only without looking at it through a context of the time it was written and those who wrote it.

After a night of prayer, she found her answer.

She would become a teacher.

She headed back to her home town after switching degrees, where two things would happen. One, she became a teacher at the highschool. Two, her father would be diagnosed with cancer. Such an ugly thing, cancer wasn't it? But it was, if nothing else an opportunity. The church would need a new pastor, and though it would be unconventional for a woman to do it...well, for as much as they talked about religion corruption, bribes, and a little pushing could easily make it happen.

Of course, ultimately the decision by the Pastoral Committee was controversial but it happened regardless and for the next few years she privately tutored students at the church, gaining something of a reputation for being able to take troubled youths and reforming them through education, religious teaching, and ultimately understanding.

Of course, humans could not become righteous and good without hardship and the people in her care would never speak.

It was one of these students that would both be the end of her life.

He was a troubled kid. Parents were well off, but typically were quite neglectful and abusive but heavily religious. Bullied by his peers too.

A few cans of accelerant.

A match.

The church went up in flames.

She didn't make it out of there, but neither did he.

She made sure of that.

Beloved religious figure killed in fiery arson by troubled youth

So the headlines read, at least for a few years...but that wouldn't be something she was privy to.

She found herself waking in a new world. Ugly. Grotesque. Demonic. It absolutely sickened her, but she did what she always did when she didn't know the path to take, or was feeling troubled. She sneaked away from the rest of those that looked like her, found a secluded spot in a forest, and prayed.

New Life:
Day 1 -> Orc Runt

Tales Of Shizuyama: Alternative (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Update out!

The taskforce has received: Takeshi Oja!

@PaulHaynek

Would you like to equip Takeshi Oja? Y/N?

>Y

Nyla has successfully equipped Takeshi Oja!

Tentacles will try to behave yes.