Rune_Alchemist

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Haaselle
@Hammerman@AzureKnight@Silverstein

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Someone was coordinating them? Well, wouldn't that be rather humorous. Perhaps they were just wanting to open a silk farm? Or maybe they were more akin to livestock? It was a silly idea, but it seemed everyone else agreed that someone was controlling the spiders. All she could really think about was...who cares? It seemed though, they would quickly be proven correct. The yellow clad girl hummed as the malfested started spewing insults at them claiming something about a family, the knives harmlessly deflected with both her tentacles and her telekinesis harmlessly flicking them aside.

She perhaps, felt a little bad now. How sad. How tragic, whoever this poor, poor fool was as a monstrous, ethereal spider formed out of the miasma and promptly assaulted them, Haaselle herself being knocked back several feet by the spectral spider.

"Tsk tsk, and you're sending your family to their deaths." Despite the seriousness of the situation, Haaselle only airily giggled as she'd get back to her feet, a toothy smile visible under her hood. "You must not value your family...what a bad parent, very bad. Don't hate us if they end up on my dinner plate then." That spider thing likely wouldn't be easy for her to deal with. She could get in a few good punches with her telekinesis, but mostly her abilities were entirely physical and she doubted illusions would work too well on it.

She turned swiftly towards Roze and the malfested fae, raising one of her hands and flicking a finger towards the creature, a solid telekinetic blast aimed towards knocking him away from Roze and giving her an opening to bonk finish him off.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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“Sorry if I drink any more my girlfriend will kill me so thanks I’ll be going-” Before she could wriggle herself out of Luna’s grip, though, Fio posed much the same question, a quiet glare from the small girl turning Cecil’s attempts at rebuttal and escaping into a quiet whimper. “I-I mean is it really that odd? Everyone’s heard of that lady and her super talented and skilled court mage that can kill an entire group of bandits with just a flick of her wrist.”

That incredibly specific example aside she’d sit herself back down at the bar with a sigh.

“You sure you don’t wanna help, Cecil?” Gunnrun asked. “You know these mountains better than most of us do, ya know?”

“I’m a hunter, but I don’t fancy hunting something that can nibble on a giant hand, thanks.”

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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"You have my thanks, Luana." Lonan swiftly pivoted to face the beast, sword in hand as Ethelred and Luana intercepted the beast, mere seconds having past before Lonan’s head would have promptly been made into a souvenir for the dragon to take home. The branches Luana had cut down fell to the ground, creating a barrier between the drake and the Harzel knight - but the dragons momentum and strength were only slowed by the fledgling saplings so much.

“Weak.” Its claws sliced through the branches, a flurry of talons shredding them into twigs. “Druid you…are weak. You can not stop-” The last branch would start slowly coiling around its neck, doing as Luana had assumed, immediately going to shred it only for its cursed claws to catch on the wood just long enough for Ethelreds charge to slam into the distracted creature.

The frozen lance bored a hole right into the creature's shoulder, ripping right through its flesh and scales.

“Gahaha…nnnngh, how gloriiooous.” Unfazed, the drake ripped the lance out of its own flesh as it’d tear itself away from both the branches and the group. Despite the severe wound, its movements didn’t seem any slower as it’d leap towards one of the trees, using them as a springboard to move swiftly before landing right next to Luana, the beasts fangs bearing down on her.

It seemed she could slow it down, if she focused. Whatever curse its claws carried seemed to be in direct opposition of her druidic abilities.

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Memories and paths

“Watch your step-”

“Hup-”

“You sure that’s not all fat instead of muscle?”

“You can let go now, your highness.”

“We’re almost there.” Sorcha released Reinhardt from the impromptu hug, the ledge he had been standing on having crumbled into the long valley below, nearly taking him with it. “Got the lantern?”

Reinhardt nodded, wasting no time in pulling it from their supplies.

“If memory serves…ah, here.” Turning into a small alcove hewn into the side of the mountain, the pair were met with what was ostensibly a man made hole in the side of it. A weathered carving on its right side seemed to depict a sword of some kind. “...I believe this was an old escape tunnel for civilians.”

Reinhardt lit the lantern, following behind Sorcha as they walked into the cavern. The walls were definitely man made, tool marks clearly evident on the walls.

“Your highness….I don’t mean to pry, but you’ve led us up a remote mountain. The valley looked like it at one point might have been an old road, or something definitely man made. Now this…escape tunnel…you’re not leading us to-”

“Reinhardt, quiet. ”

“Your majesty you’ll forgive me-”

Reinhardt was cut off as the entire mountain shook, from outside they could hear a loud, echoing bellow of some beast.

“...keep your voice down. It knows we’re here but doesn’t know where.”

Reinhardts chest burned. The old crest upon his flesh feeling warm as his heart beat loudly in his ears.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“Hmm…not a bad idea, Lucrecia.” Livia responded quietly so as no one would overhear. “But I doubt it’d be that easy. He’s quite suspicious of all three of us as you can likely assume. Do you think you could do it, Polina? You likely have the best chance of the three of us to pull it off.” Livia sipped quietly on a glass of wine, eyes scanning the crowd.

Curiously, some servants were starting to file into the room in greater numbers now despite the lack of any more nobles or nobility attending yet.

“I don’t suppose you saw where our friends from the church went, Lucrecia?” A couple of the nobles attending seemed to be having an argument about something. Lord Havershel seemed to be speaking to a group too, briefly discussing what seemed to be an old piece of clockwork, apparently from an ancient automaton or something that was dredged up from the ocean.

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“Eh? I dunno. Only thing i know about demons is how to break their bones.” Lyssa responded with a much too cheery grin for the implied violence.

“D-demons? Its…a demon crest?” The young boy frowned, before pointing a finger at Katheine. “Tch, yeah right! What would you stupid maids know! I bet you’re just playing a dumb prank on me! H-huh!?” Lyssa, completely unfazed by the kids outburst, proceeded to grab him under the arms and lift him.

“Eh, he looks like a cute little puppy like this. Hey, you think I can keep him?”

“H-hey I’m not a pet!” He didn’t try escaping Lyssa’s grasp though.

“So kiddie, where’s your dads private collection?”

“E-eh? Why would I tell you all…?”

“...Beccaaaause I’m mega cute and I’ll do something fun with you if you do?”

The boy seriously looked to be considering this offer before realizing that he was likely just being messed with.

“H-hey what do you take me for! I guess I could…b-but don’t tell dad! We’ll all get in trouble!” He managed to wiggle himself out of Lyssa’s arms, landing on the ground with a wobble and patting down his coat. “C-come on, this way.”

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

Kaeru & Nyoko
@LuckyBlackCat@RolePlayerRoxas

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Kaeru's hand met Kaida's, returning the high five with a grin and an energetic jump and a spin.

"You look super cute when ya do by the way." Kaeru responded. "That aside, heys. Kaeru heeeere. Since we didn't get a chance to really meet and all during the briefing thought I'd introduce myself a bit more properly since I'm a newbie. So what ya up to?" Nyoko, on the other hand, did not respond to Kaida with a high five. The cat, instead, seemed rather nonplussed with the whole event. The cat blinked slowly, a small sound of what seemed to be a minor bit of annoyance coming from her, tail swishing idly on the desk.

Nyoko walked over to Emi's keyboard...and proceeded to lay down right on top of it, mewling towards the contractor with wide, beckoning eyes as she'd roll over, exposing her belly to her and stretching and mewling again.

A small thing to note, was that one of her paws was now pressing against the computer monitor.

Nyoko lightly pressed her paw against it, a small electrical spark harmlessly zapping the monitor's frame.

Why Were We Reincarnated as Orcs?!

Ballin

Ill do something tomorrow or tuesday

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

Location:
Village
@crimson Paladin@VitaVitaAR

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“Yes, it is I! Princess Kordelia. You arrrre…?” Kordelia frowned, observing Argus for a few seconds, a look of recognition soon following. “Ah! I remember. That guy that had the cool undead ship!”

“...undead…ship?”

“Ahaha, yeah you should’ve seen it, human. This guy here had humans and merchants and the holy paladins both running like scared little puppies, ahaha.” Gilles turned his head towards Aleskiya and Argus both, lips pursed.

“I am…not one to pry into the business of others so I will not ask, however…I do believe that it is still beneficial for all of us if we work together. That being said, it would be better to be truthful and explain everything, wouldn't you agree?”

Kordelia was about to say something, so unless the other two wanted her to blab inelegantly about everything they might want to stop her.

Village
@Pyromania99@Click This

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Whatever Julene had been expecting, it wasn’t a hug.

“H-ha?! What the hell do you think you’re touching you dumb fake-nun!” She’d shout, though there was no way she could get free of Akyasha’s grasp. The difference in strength was far too different. She also wasn’t expecting such an admission - vampires! Living, sort of breathing, vampires! The entire reason the previous age ended!

Julene was released, face a shade of red and wearing a light glare towards Akyasha as Giselle said her piece.

“Don’t sugarcoat what kind of monsters you are, Giselle.” Julene responded, with a low snarl. “I was right huh, power at the cost of your humanity. The way I see it, your ‘kindness’ is just a manipulation tactic.” She fell silent, glancing at Akyashas hand. If it had been a few hours ago she’d have probably just bombed all three of them. Better that they were killed and not bother anyone but now…?

“I’d be giving up my free will no matter which of you creatures I decide to throw myself in with. Forced to serve you for the rest of my unlife?” She seemed receptive to the idea, currently, but she wasn’t sold entirely just yet.

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

Nyla, your friendly neighborhood baker
Janus' Campsite

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Nyla shot a glare to Kirei, a multitude of eyes staring at the man briefly before they'd all close as Oja questioned her.

"While I am sure Sir Kirei is quite a catch for anyone, nay my heart belongs to another." Nyla responded with a small smile. "Ah, I miss her dearly." A hand held to the side of her face as she proceeded to ramble about the Ryu, spiraling into details about how she probably needed her laundry done by now, her scales brushed and cleaned, and how beautiful and lovely she was, especially right after getting out of a bath or while she was sleeping and-

"Ahem, apologize Sir Oja. I get...carried away sometimes." She'd glance to the side, hands folded in front of her as her dusky skin colored themselves a deep red. "Back to your earlier question, however, no I did nothing to your blade..." It wasn't a lie. She still had his normal blade. She had done nothing at all with it. It was stored safely away. This was just a...new and improved blade.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Location
Havershel Estate

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@Click This@AzureKnight

“O-oh…I see.” The maid warily glanced at a few of the party goers. “I apologize for the intrusion. That will be alright. She will be busy the rest of the evening. I will tell the lady she was mistaken…” A quick curtsy and the maid would hurriedly leave. One of the butlers nearby would glance in their direction before following the maid leaving the two of them alone in the place once more.

For a time, they would have plenty of time to ask around or make smalltalk with the various nobles present. Most would be quite amicable and be more than happy for some friendly, idle chatter and gossip. Some mentioned a desire to see the lord's private collection - apparently where he kept his more unusual artifacts. Others gossiped about the son and his ill temperaments. Others regaled them with rumors of Lord Havershels own origins. Most outlandishly some claimed he wasn’t human while others said he was a spy or some other malicious sort.

Regardless, both the lord and Livia would soon return.

Livia looked rather amused while lord Havershel’s frown had deepened.

“Will that be all then, Madame Fiore?”

“Quite. I am satisfied with the results and can safely say our fears were unfounded.”

“Thank you, now if you could do me a favor and tell those dogs of the church that there is no reason for them to be here too in return for ruining my evening I would be quite grateful.”

“Ah, that sounds like a distinctly you problem, Lord Havershel. If you’ll excuse me I’ll enjoy the rest of the evening with my date.” Livia would quietly rejoin Polina, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Learn anything interesting from either of you?”

As the two spoke, Lord Havershel would address the room.

“I am glad to see everyone still in good spirits still,” He’d begin. “I apologize for the delay, the Lady of the Maison had to inspect the most recent acquisition of mine.” The Lord would call over a servant carrying a glass case covered in a cloth. “A relic, from an age past! When a lord of demons ravaged the land and was only defeated by a noble hero from the church back when the divine’s power was much stronger here.”

It was a wooden idol, about six inches tall. It was in remarkably good condition for its supposed age. It seemed to depict some sort of lizard, perhaps a salamander? With a slightly oval colored face with two fronds coming from its cheeks on either side. It was curled around what seemed to be a depiction of fire.

“I have had a historian and theologian take great care in examining it and I have been assured of its authenticity.”

”Alright, our works cut out for us. Myrilla’s voice chimed in Lucrecia’s ear. “We need to find the real thing now and see if we can’t swap it for the fake we have. I’d ask around about this private collection…I've heard the lord occasionally lets people in if they appear somewhat interested in more historical aspects...but that might be difficult to get on his good side.”

“I myself, am quite sure he thinks he’s pulled one over on us as that is clearly a fake.” Livia continued. “But where he’s stashed the real one, I’ve certainly no idea currently and we don’t have free reign to walk around the place.”

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@VitaVitaAR@Pyromania99

“You idiotic maids! Fine, I’ll just-” He was stopped in his tracks by Eliz’s display, voice faltering and losing his voice as he’d cower, taking a few steps back away from the maid. “...T-tch…f-fine…whatever.”

“Ehe, now come on no need to be so mean Eliz.” Lyssa butted in, giving the demon a rough pat on the head and walked over to the boy. “Hoooow about you play with us? What are you up to anyways? Kicking that door down, while something I totally get behind since doors are silly, is gonna get ya in trouble.” She’d kneel next to him. “Buuut if you let us in on what ya doing we might be able to help.”

“W-well…r-really? Y-you guys are just gonna drag me back to my room aren’t you? I won’t buy it!”

“Eeeh, we’re slacking off too so we’d get in trouble if anyone found out so why don’t ya just do it anyways? Who cares what anyone else says. Especially that ornery white-haired lady, ehe.”

“W-well…I guess….uhm…I was looking for information in my dads study.” He’d pull a slip of paper from his coat, showing it to the maids.

It was a plain piece of paper, but on it was sketched what seemed to be a very simple design. Upon first look, It seemed to be an hourglass with a single red line running through its middle. An untrained eye likely wouldn’t have thought much of it, but for the three maids they would recognize the Bloody crest of a Blood Demon clan anywhere. It was a double drop of blood, both connected at the ends with what seemed to be an arrow through the center of it.

“Hey, Kat, Eliz…do you recognize this?” Lyssa frowned. “It seems…familiar but I can’t recall the specific family. Why are you looking for this, eh kid?”

“...uhm…no reason. I saw it on some papers my dad was going through in his private collection…A-ah! Not that I was there. I’m not allowed, ahahah…”

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
@Pyromania99@VitaVitaAR

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The woman, upon hearing both Fio and Luna approach, turned to face them. Upon hearing Lunas name however, the green clad archer’s face visibly paled.

“Pfft, uh-hi yes hello-cough-” She’d sputter into a mug of ale. “Uh. Cecil. My name. Cecilia. No last name.” She’d clear her throat, sitting the mug down on the bar in front of her. Cecil, apparently the woman's name, gave both of them a roguish grin. “Ain’t it? She’s a beauty alright. Not as beautiful as either of you but if it's caught your eye then you must be a pretty discerning sort, huh?”

The woman proceeded to wince, as though she was just smacked upside the head. Sucaria was giving her a mild glare in the background.

“Buuut I doubt you’re here for a good time or just to chat me up, huh? Are ya miss Lightsword?” It was clear this woman was expecting some sort of trouble despite her friendly demeanor. “What can I do for the Lightsword clan and the court wizard of that upstart Queen in Airedale?”

“Oh, Cecil hi didn’t see ya there.” The giantess waved at the archer.

“Oh hey Gunnrun. Friends of yours?”

“Sorta. Old man Grettir wants them to kill that dragonkin that took my hand.”

“...well good luck with that, my services are currently not for hire. Ta-ta.”

Location
Harzel Plains
@Crimson Paladin@BrokenPromise

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“I see. Well, I only spent long enough with the Tuatha to learn about my companion here,” He’d respond to Luana. “But Druidism can perform many miracles from what I’ve seen.” Well, if she could that would be useful. If not, then they’d just have to adapt. “Ah, and my hair is completely natural by the way. Supposedly I have some Fae ancestry somewhere in my blood, but I’ve never confirmed it.”

Lonan set about drawing his blade, waving Steblas off and quietly observing the surroundings. He wanted a more solid plan before heading down there. If they could perhaps find its other exits they could collapse or do them in and force it into a corner…

Luana, in turn began to mediate, looking into the Eclipse for answers to the drake. After a few moments she could feel it. It was moving fast. Concerningly though, she could see…herself? Lonan’s back. She’d have only a few seconds to realize what this meant before the sound of snapping branches, powerful legs pushing off the ground as razor sharp talons aimed for Lonan’s back!

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Memories and paths

“Your highness.” Sorcha grabbed Reinhardt’s hand, and with a grunt of effort would pull herself over the ledge, a tired sigh accompanying it as she’d take a few moments to look out over the mountain ranges below. In the distance she could sea the snow covered plains of the northern edges of Albion. To the south, the rolling plains and to the east she could see Tuathan mountain.

“Haaa, haven’t been this high up in awhile. I’m a little short of breath.” She’d chuckle. “Lets rest for a bit. We’re almost to our destination I think, but we’ll have to cut through an old cave here somewhere. Memory’s a little fuzzy on details.” She'd reach into a small bag she had with her and pull out a piece of dried meat. "Guh, only thing I hate about traveling. No good food~"

“It was quite the climb.” He briefly considered asking Sorcha about their destination again but she seemed intent on evading the subject. “Memory though? Haven’t been here in awhile?”

“...well, sort of. You could say that.” Sorcha glanced to the side with a chuckle, having quickly downed the meat in merely a few bites. “You know I have memories of my past life, yes? Or have I only mentioned that to Fio…? Well, whatever its not too important. What we’re looking for is someplace I…he, has definitely been at least.”

“This far into the mountains?”

“If memory serves, the path was a lot less arduous during the past, but when the old kingdom fell…well, not only were the paths blocked off by the invading armies well, time has taken its toll.” Sorcha would stand, stretching her shoulders. “Come on Reinhardt, lets keep moving. Sooner we get done here the sooner I can quit freezing my arse off up here. I would question how you are not cold but as I am here my looks must be keeping the frost at bay.”

“Your majesty, if that was the case simply by existing I'd turn this mountain into a volcano.”

"Oh bold words. Saying you're more attractive then I am! You've got guts. When we get back to Airedale I'll have to ask the citizens what they think."

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

I'll get a post out tomorrows