Rune_Alchemist

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“Quite. He’s been a troublemaker since he was born.” A frown, if such a thing was possible, made the corners of his mouth turn further down. “Harassing the maids, burning things and generally being a menace.” Rather suddenly though, his expression changed to that of what seemed fondness. “But young boys will do as they do. Just the other day he managed to ride a horse on his own.” A small pause as his expression once again turned serious. “Now, Madam Fiore, if we can get this over with…?”

“Yes, lets.” Livia glanced towards her companions. “Entertain yourself for a bit Paulina.” Livia smiled, leaning over and whispering to her. “I’ll make it up to you later hm?” A playful kiss would be delivered to Paulina’s cheek as lord Havershel led her away.

“Crrk. He’s probably showing her the artifact privately so she can look it over. It will likely either be a fake or the demon will have been transferred to some other object.” Suddenly Lucrecia’s earpiece spoke, Myrillas voice coming in loud and clear for her. “ I don’t know what his plan is but we can reasonably assume he’s not showing her the real thing.”

“Excuse me…” A timid voice interrupted them. It was a maid, quietly approaching and trying not to draw too much attention to herself as she’d quietly speak to the two of them.“Excuse me…a-are you two with the Maison? May I request a moment of your time? Lady Havershel wishes to meet you.”

"Might be useful if we can speak to her, but it might also be a trap to distract us. I'd say tell her to shove it and interrogate some of these party-goers."

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

The young lord Havershel snickered in success as he found himself in what seemed to be a private study. He immediately went for a ladder so he could pull down a book from the higher level shelves - which was also right when Eliz decided to barrel into the room, causing the young boy to give a yelp, loose his footing and fall right off the ladder onto the ground, a few books following him and bonking him on the head as he hit the ground.

He looked briefly terrified before seeing it was Eliz and the other maids.

“Hey! What gives! I ordered you idiots to get lost!” He shouted, getting up and glaring at Eliz. Lyssa followed shortly behind the two, seemingly fine with just watching the events unfold as she…somehow managed to sneak some hard candy into the place and was now munching on it. “Grrr, I’ll have my dad put you in the dungeons and you'll never come back out!”

"Eeeh, why don't you tell us what you're doing! It looks like fun ya knows." Lyssa responded.

"Shut up. You just wanna drag me off back to my room!"

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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“Weh! I’m not tasty!”

“I dunno, it seemed to like how my hand tasted…” Gunnrun responded, not wanting to vocalize her thoughts about how Fio now seemed like to her, a cute puppy that was trying too hard to be angry but was just managing to be cute instead. “Um…well I’d let you stay at my place but erm, ahaha its a mess and I dont think its a good idea for me to be around you cute humans-er, cuz I might accidentally squish you or something yeah!”

“Your hospitality is welcome, Gunnrun and we wouldn’t want to impose anyways.” Sucaria nodded quietly at Luna’s question.

“But if its a strategy meeting I know a place! It even caters to humans, though we don’t get many.” Supposing they were all okay with it, the Giant would lead the pair towards the other side of the city, down one of the large roads. Some other giants gave the humans a friendly wave and questioned why they were here in curiosity but none really bothered them.

They’d soon find themselves in front of a building with a wooden sign hanging over it depicting a warrior holding what seemed to be a horned creature's head up in victory. ‘Kings Hunt’ was the name written above it. Gunnrun opened the door, leading the party inside.

The interior was…busy, to put simply. The building seemed to have been divided to serve both humans and giants. The left side of the tavern seemed to be catered to serve the latter, with a few giants sitting at tables sized for them while the rest of the place seemed to be sized better for humans. A few hunting trophies lined the wall but otherwise the place seemed fairly quiet with not too many patrons both human or giant.

Surprisingly most of all though, was perhaps that the person working the bar seemed to be a human. A gruff old looking fellow, a long gray beard and a few tattoos upon his arms. He acknowledged the group with a nod as Gunnrun gave him a wave.

“This place is run by that old guy. Dunno how long he’s been here but he was here when I was born which is…pretty long time for a human.”

“If you’re gonna be fighting something I can actually help ya know!” Wisp shouted from inside the jar, trying to seemingly make herself useful though it was likely just some sort of bargaining ploy.

"We got human food here and stuff so we can talk!"

They however, were also not the only people here it seemed. A woman dressed in green and wearing a similarly colored cap with short blond hair and a slight dark coloring to her skin was sitting at the bar. A bow was fastened to her side. Fio could sense powerful magic coming from that bow.

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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“Hm…alright. We shall hunt it then.” Lonan reluctantly agreed. “Lif, you and Grainne stay here and watch the fort just in case it sends some Wyverns after us.”

“But I want to-”

“Grainne, no.”

“...Tch, yeah…you’re right. I’d be useless.”

“That’s not what I meant Grainne-” The redhead already sulked off, earning a small frown from Lif.

“You can be surprisingly tactless when it comes to stuff like this.” She’d snort. “Don’t worry I’ll drag her off to something fun.” Lonan nodded, turning to the other two.

“Then lets be off you two. No time to waste.” A whistle and Lonan’s spectral steed appeared in front of him with a shimmer, the ground under its hooves rippling like water. “Need a ride, Dame Luana?”

Regardless of her answer, the trio would soon be off. Indeed, as the dragon had left it left a sizable ditch where it rolled away, leaving an easily to follow trail even as it disappeared over the rolling hills of the central plains of Albion and it wouldn’t be long to find where the dragon had set up its home.

A small, hilly wooded area not too terribly far from the fort. The ditch continued into the forest, and would soon enough lead the trio right to what seemed to be the creature's front door. A small hill that had a cave dug out of it. All the plantlife and the trees in the area had withered, becoming little more than dried husks.

“...no doubt it led us here on purpose. Its likely waiting somewhere nearby. Stay alert.” Lonan dismounted, Steblas vanishing from sight moments later. “Luana, can you sense or see anything? And forgive me if I seem a bit off the mark with your druidism, is it possible for you to combat that things decaying abilities?"

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Memories and paths

“Your left!”
Reinhardt acted swiftly. The blade in his hand meeting the claws of a diminutive lizard that had dared to lunge at him from the side, completely bisecting the arm as the fist of his other hand slammed into the things face, a solid crunch as its lifeless body was knocked backwards.

“Your highness!”

“I see it!”

Sorcha reacted just as swiftly, if not more so than Reinhardt did. A swift sidestep, her blade being dragged alongside the things torso, nearly cutting it in half as a second soon lunged at her from the side, only to be met with sinking its fangs into Reinhardt’s armor were it was swiftly knocked to the ground, its head soon crushed under the knights heel.

Sorcha in turn, spun, lightning arcing across her blade as a bolt of lightning slammed into a beast a few feet away in the same instance as she swung her blade, knocking aside another one of the creature's claws and swiftly bringing the blade back around and impaling the thing in its heart.

The lizard creatures were numerous, but that was all they had.

“...seems to be the last of them.”

“Mmngh, that was a good warmup.” Sorcha replied lazily, flicking some blood from her blade. “Good job! I think that was our first time fighting together, hm? We make a surprisingly good team.” Sorcha cheerily replied. “Drinks on me once we get back to Airedale.”

“Dragon kin, hm…they’re common in these mountains I’ve heard but they’re nothing like that black beast we slayed.” Reinhardt replied.

“Well, they’re not actually dragons. More like…distant relatives? Descendants of wyverns and other similar dragons after the true dragons vanished. They’re likely feeling a little aggressive.”

The pair continued down the ravine. A few more briefly crossed their paths, but most avoided the pair. The road continued for miles into the mountain, the sun going from overhead to late afternoon. Reinhardt couldn’t help but to feel some manner of apprehension. A weight upon the air as they drew closer to the mountain that Sorcha had pointed out.

Not only that, though…

“The further we travel the less natural some of this ravine seems.”
“Oh? Noticed, Have you?”

“Hard to miss the stones that were clearly once a road or the large pillars that have fallen over. Your majesty I think it's time you tell me-”
“By the way, by my count I killed five more than you.”

“That’s just provably false!”

“Bwahaha, is that so Reinhardt? Are you calling your Queen a liar?”

“Hah, no, I think our queen just might have trouble counting.”

“Rude! I’ll have you know I can count very well.”

“Says the woman that borrowed money from me to buy drinks from those Tuatha we met on the way here because she thought she had enough on her.”

“Look. Okay, look. I was thirsty and I already spent all my money already-” She turned to face Reinhardt with an innocent expression.

“On what? How do you spend all the money in your pockets?”

“On food, of course-” Sorcha was interrupted by smacking face-first into a rock wall.

“I’m somewhat surprised the rock didn’t crack.”

“Shut up-don’t sass me I’m your queen. Hmph, what even - oh. That’s…a big rock.”

“How did that thing even get here?” The pair paused. The ravine had abruptly cut off in an almost unnatural way. As though it continued, but in front of them was a large impossibly massive boulder that over the ages seems to have settled into its place.

“Rolled down the mountain?” Sorcha replied, a small frown. “Well, I was hoping this would be easier but we’ll need to get around and over it. Hope you don’t mind some climbing.”

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Kaeru & Nyoko

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As soon as Kaeru's knee made contact, the demon was thus assaulted every side from light. The catgirl gave a quiet meep of surprise as instead of the beast being knocked to the ground she'd instead twist her body, using her other foot to push herself off of the creature and land on the ground, rolling a few feet before hopping back up as Andrea burned the creature into crispy bacon.

"Weeeh, I was almost obliterated too." She shot a glare towards the demon with a hiss. "Watch the tail next time or I'll turn those horns of yours into chopsticks, princess!" The sound of slow, hollow, almost sarcastic clapping interrupted whatever other words the cat might have had for the demon. Eeeh, so Shiro-chan could do something like that too, huh? It was oddly cute, wasn't it? Maybe She should drag her out on a makeover date at some point.

"Ah, whatever. Lets get out of here Nyoko-myaaa?!" She had been about to exit the likely soon to collapse building. A little falling debris wouldn't have proved any sort of challenge to her. So when Kaeru found herself being lifted off the ground and tossed over the shoulder of one of the other members, she couldn't help but to give a sharp, sudden shout of disapproval.

"Put me down!" Perhaps it was Nyoko's feline influence but Kaeru was not happy at being manhandled, likely making the entire endeavor harder. "Do I look like a weak little kitten! Unhand meeeeee!" The struggling, also likely contributed to the rather humorous landing the pair made with Natsumi crashing to the ground and sending the both of them sprawling onto it with the other woman's head coming to a rest on top of Kaeru's chest.

"Mmmrwwwmph..." Kaeru let out a quiet grumble as Natsumi lifted herself off of her, making a show of sitting up, glaring and protectively covering her chest. "At least ask me out on a date before doing touching." As Kaeru stood up, her somewhat annoyed expression shifted into what could only be called a true Cheshire grin. "Eeeh, what am I though?" She'd walk up behind Natsumi, a playfully teasing tone. "What was it you were gonna say, huh? Was I going to be called Mega cute or something? Hitting on your new kouhai after the first mission? So shameless~" A swish of her tail. "Maybe you should take me on a date to make up for it huh or I might get angry~"

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

Hehe, N'yla has his sword.... Heh...

@Xaltwind

bonk

Now how to handle this

Also how mean janus
Shog is innocent of these suspicions

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Sorry i for taking a bit i was working all weekend~

If you guys wanna drag svarok into something sure. No garuntee shell stick around but by all means~

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Village
@crimson Paladin

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“Indeed.” Gilles responded passively. “We will do what our parents did and what their parents did. Cremation. Its been this way since the sun fell. Though I have heard that some other villages have other methods of disposing of them. I heard one feeds their dead to their guardian serpent creature or something…” Giles started walking, leading the two back towards his home just as the other humans also now cleared out, running back to their homes.

They could hear the sound of some people barricading their doors and windows more thoroughly as they walked. Julene was nowhere to be found still. Perhaps she was off by herself somewhere still.

“Regardless, allow me to thank you again for helping.” Gilles led the two into his home. A few people were climbing out of the tunnels with a look of relief while a few more seemed to have recently fled into them. “I’ll have someone collect the dead…ah? I see your companion has decided to not come…”

Seems Akyasha had left Argus and Giles at some point during the walk to his place.

“...Well, I hope if she’s checking on Julene she’s prepared for an earful.” He turned to Argus. “While we wait for your companions to arrive, Argus…you said you were a sailor? Do you actually sail or were your ancestors sailors? Apologies if I’m being too forward, but my dad always told me our ancestors used to be as well. He always used to carry around this old folded piece of cloth. A flag, I think it was. Unfortunately it was lost some years ago when Julene…shall we say accidentally burned my previous place of residence.”

River shore
@Pyromania99

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Julene wasn’t hard to find for the vampire. The gorebats could easily locate her and seemed to have taken a fancy to nesting on the upper levels of her house. Julene herself wasn’t there, however, though she had clearly stopped by earlier. She had taken off her smithing apron and clothing, leaving it by the counter. The only things of notice missing were her blade and one of her spare crossbows.

Following the gorebats direction more, Julene could be found not far away from the shore of the river.

She was quietly practicing the sword it looked like, a dummy made from some twisted wooden logs tied roughly together near the treeline.

She swung the heavy blade -

A solid thunk as the weapon cleaved clean through the wooden block.

“Haa….”

Seemingly unhappy with the result, Julene proceeded to toss the entire sword at the split in half dummy, knocking it over.

She was just wearing a simple dress now, it seemed.

Forest of beasts

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@Click This@VitaVitaAR

“Yeah yeah whatever, don't worry about me I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute…” Kordelia grumbled, walking towards the fallen bat king. She vaguely recalled making a deal with that woman, but she couldn’t remember the terms all that well. She really didn’t want him to die. She had raised the little guy from the time he was basically a little bat when she was still human.

…

Kordelia glanced towards the sky.

If Giselle or Aleskiya happened to look back, they would see the bats large body slowly start to dissolve, the rest of the blood in its body being sucked out by Kordelia as its quickly shriveling corpse slowly faded into nothing.

Silence fell over the grove.

Only the distant howl of some still mutated beast echoing.

Giselle and Aleksiya would find their way back to the village first. It was a brutal sight. Bodies had been accounted for as best they could, but most had just been tossed into a haphazard pile by now it seemed. The somber, but still somewhat hopeful attitude the villagers seemed to have when they had arrived earlier had all seemingly vanished.

No one spoke, but if asked they’d be directed to Giles house where their companions were. Apparently a sailor showed up and was apparently already talking to Giles. Julene seemed to not be found but some gorebats flying overhead would direct them to the river if they asked about her.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Sarvok

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It had been a confusing day.

The burning. Searing pain. Her flesh melting from her bones from the heat and that child throwing petrol over her. She knew she was dead in that moment, but in such a moment she committed likely the only thing she could say in her life was something she judged to be a questionable act. It was a metal crucifix with a depiction of Jesus engraved upon it. It was something that was supposed to be hanging on a wall, but in the flames the hot, searing metal had fallen to the ground revealing the sharp point that formed the base of it.

Her hands were already gone, so she simply picked it up...

Well, he didn't need his eyes any more.

She had been ready to accept death. To meet God. To stand before the almighty and be judged, but no. It seemed by some trick of devil or angel she was still alive. And looked like some horrible goblin demon creature thing. She had a knew name, had been born with others that looked like her and in such a disgusting living conditions. If she had a mind of less fortitude she might have even been a little sick at the thought. No matter how much she didn't understand or didn't like the thought of it though, it seemed as though she was indeed alive again but not in heavens paradise as she had expected. No, instead it felt like something much closer akin to the Buddhist beliefs of reincarnation.

That unsettled her greatly.

And so far, as usual, her prayer had been met with silence from the almighty.

"...amen."

Svarok lifted her head from where she had been kneeling. She had almost hoped that because of the odd situation she would receive a reply. She couldn't keep thinking about this. If nothing else, prayer had helped ease her mind for now. She had a course of action and she just now had to follow through with it.

The first was simple in theory, much harder in scope.

Learn everything about where she was. Specifically their religion. Perhaps God sent her here to be a missionary? Useless thought. For now though, she needed to earn her keep. If she came back empty handed, it was likely she was not going to get to eat. So it was simple. She didn't know what these orcs did or what they really wanted, but they would nothing else, respect strength from hunting it seemed. But she'd need a weapon. A stick could only get her so far. Unfortunately, she had no survival skills to speak of. Only some vague ideas of what should maybe work.

"O', Almighty God. Watch over my path forward as I step into the unknown..."

She didn't quite know why she made such a prayer, but it felt appropriate as she moved, away from her quiet prayer spot and deeper into the forest. If she could find a good size rock, or a stick or log that was of larger size she could easily make some sort of club or something. Maybe there were some vines or something that were sturdy she could use as makeshift rope?

Hopefully no fell creatures would find their way into her path.

Actually, no. She almost hoped they did. She wanted to test what this 'holy bolt' she apparently could do test...and also whatever this 'ingestion' skill was.

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Skills and equipment

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.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Alrighto there we go
Smallish post to get things started

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

I'll be doing a thing tomorrow

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“Mhm, no that is quite alright but thank you for the offer.” Cassandre bowed her head lightly as Polina left for the tables. She seemed somewhat disappointed, if her expression was anything to go buy but it was hard to tell what else she was thinking. Madeline would whisper something to her, though, but she was too far away to hear. The pairs eyes lingered on Havershel before they both would quickly make an exit for a quieter part of the estate.

“Of course I do not intend to take too long…ah.” Livia glanced towards Polina and Lucrecia. “I suppose first…Lord Havershel, Paulina. She is my plus one for the evening.”

“Charmed.” The disinterest in his voice was quite apparent. “I do hope you enjoy yourself madam. I’ve collected quite a few relics over the years. Once this business with the mistress of the Maison concludes I intend to show a few.”

“Now don’t go stealing my date.”

“I have no interest in such a thing.”

“Happily married still? I do not see the lady of the house here this evening.”

“She has been feeling unwell lately so shes resting. She’ll be here for the ball later. My son, if you’re still probing for information, has been confined to his room…for” A noticeable pause. “...misbehaving.”

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“A mess? Upstairs?” The maid frowned. “Are you daft? The young lord of the house is supposed to be confined to his room. He’s not only thrown books at maids, or generally causing them trouble he was caught both in the lords private collection area and there was that incident with Lady Havershel too ugh,” The maid held a hand to her head. “Well don’t just stand there if he’s causing more trouble go find him and drag him back to his room. If word he’s out reaches his father that boy’s hide is going to be turned into a coat.”

The maid shooed the three of them off. Well, that was some useful information though there wasn’t really enough to figure out what was going on here yet. The maid herself quickly hurried off down the hallway towards the exterior gardens, a few more of them moving quickly by.

“Hmm…hey Kat? Eliz? Does something seem off about that kid to either of you?” Lyssa queried, starting to meander down the hallway and up the stairs where the kid had gone.

Thankfully it wouldn’t be hard for the three of them to find him. He was…trying to apparently pick the lock on a door at the far end of the hallway on the second floor.

Frustrated with it though, he’d merely growl and proceed to kick it open. The sturdy, wooden door would cave in surprisingly easily. He moved inside without checking if he was still being followed.