Rune_Alchemist

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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"Wahaha. This new body of mine does not strain easily. Tis quite useful, da." She'd have probably tried to move that heavy altar and broke her back trying it. Now that just left them to see where it lead.

"Last one down owes me a drink!"

Lena, would thus nearly leap down the ladder without looking, grabbing one end of it swiftly and quickly descending fast enough that one may question if she did in fact, just leap all the way down. Reaching the bottom, the doll rubber her hands together before setting out down the passage.

Honestly she was hoping this was just an elaborate entrance to a hidden wine cellar full of vintage alcohol. Old churches and all had that stuff, right? If she was remembering her ancient architecture right. Monasteries and churches always had that kind of thing. Or maybe she was just biased and only was interested in that kind of church.

...she had to wonder, if this was fantasy with magic, did magical alcohol exist? Oh, she hoped so-

"Ah." Interrupting her definitely not alcoholic musings, Lena would suddenly halt as the pair of red eyes showed themselves. She almost retreated behind Javal as the lights flickered on. "Its just a person! Ah, uhm, privet, my similarly colored haired friend!" Lena, entirely oblivious to the subtle shifting and whatever it meant took a few steps closer. "Ah, but manners! I am Lena! The cute elf and armored fellow are my friends. We seem to be in a bit of trouble...such as being utterly lost."

Return of a Failed Generation

Ophelia Noella Kaides -
Hadrum, Last stand.
@OwO@SilverPaw

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The beast screeched.

An arrow, piercing it so perfectly and elegantly that left her in momentary confusion as to who could be so good of a shot. She hadn't even a chance to respond with her own counterattack. All she could do was follow the trajectory of the arrow, her grey eyes falling onto its source.

Silence fell amid the chaos. A momentary reprieve.

"...E-Estelle...?"

Her voice was weak, though not from physical or mental fatigue. Disbelief, and relief. She was almost certain the next time she'd have spoken her sisters name it would have been with derision, scorn, hatred...some manner of negativity. Even now, though, after all this time, as resentful, disillusioned and as angry as she had been towards Estelle when she had left her first feeling was that of joy.

"W-wait-what..." Estelle's hand clasped hers, pulling her away. It felt so worn. So cold. That strong, firm hand that once gave her comfort and security was so...worn. Tired. She could see the lines of fatigue and years of age showing on her sisters face as she was pulled away, stumbling over her feet as she'd come to terms with what was happening. She was running again.

Estelle was running again. That feeling of joy and relief was soon washed out by a feeling of irritation. Frustration.

"Wait...w-wait Estelle wait!" She would pull her hand away from her sisters. "Why...Why do you always run!?" Ophelia firmly shot back, her voice rising. Something she had never once really done to either of her sisters, or even to anyone really. In turn, it caused her to wince slightly. A pain in her ribs. Something was definitely broken, not to mention she was having trouble breathing well. "Look how well that's turned out for you!" Was it harsh? Yes, but she couldn't help it. She was tired, frustrated and it hurt. Seeing Estelle hurt.

Retreat? Where to? Where did they have left to go? The ships? There was nothing left.

"I'm not running, Estelle." She scowled. "So just leave me, like you always do. I am not going to run! Even if my body breaks entirely I will never be like you and run away-!"

What happened next, was probably too fast for Estelle to process. The droplet, her sister, moved fast. There was the sound of clanging metal, her Estoc driving itself deep into the eyesockets of an orc.

"Not...while I'm here, bitch-"

Their position was soon likely to be overrun...but it was not a path Ophelia was going to be able to take.

The orcs sword sat firmly embedded in Ophelia's chest.

"So...run, Estelle...live...for me, okay? I really...really...missed you..."

Ophelia collapsed.

Oh...was that Isana? How fitting, she supposed. Ha...ILA had a sense of morbid humor, perhaps...she tried to move her body. She really didn't want to die, after all. She had spent her entire life trying to live more, but as always - it never listened when she demanded it too.

Ha...maybe she could finally have a good, long, sleep, now...

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"Ghk-"

"Aaaah!? My lady-!?"

The next thing Ophelia knew, was a soft, comfortable bed.

Followed by pain. Nausea. She felt feverish, to say nothing of the unpleasant memories rolling around in her head. Had she lived? She had died, hadn't she? Part of her wanted to laugh, but the other part-

"I-I have a bucket here, milady!" The excitable voice was familiar to her, but she couldn't place it immediately as she'd find the bucket placed in front of her...well, less placed and more almost thrown as the maid tripped over her own feet and landed in her lap as she retched up whatever contents were currently in her stomach into it. This...this whole situation was familiar wasn't it? She used to get sick all the time, hadn't she? It had gotten better as she had gotten older but back when she was in the collegem there were times when she'd wake up and just couldn't even get out of bed.

"...M-Margaret...?"

"Present ma'am -bweh?" It was instinctive, more than anything, that Ophelia reached out and pulled her maid into a tight, warm hug. She couldn't help it. Tears started flowing from her eyes as she buried her face into her maids chest. Margaret. That wasn't a name she had been able to say in ages. To say nothing of the memories still fresh in her mind, to hear the voice of one of the few people she had ever really known again... "Ah...uhm...d-did something happen, milady? Did you have a nightmare?"

Ophelia didn't respond as Margaret nervously chuckled, placing a hand on the back of Ophelia's head, gently holding the young Kaides.

"...ah...uhm...ma'am? Do I need to tell everyone you won't be attended orientation today?"

"Orien..tation?" The words sounded unfamiliar as she said them. Orientation for what...? "Sorry...Margaret...how long was I asleep for?" She'd say as the maid would use a tissue to help Ophelia dry her eyes.

"Hm? Oh, you slept rather soundly tonight! I was quite surprised you didn't call me once for something. In fact, I was really concerned for a bit because you weren't already getting ready for the Collegem orientation. So erm, a normal amount?" Margaret would hand her a glass of water.

"...I...I see. I feel like I slept...much, much, longer..." Ophelia shook her head, frowning as Margaret would help her off the bed after she rinsed her mouth out.

"Ive got a warm bath drawn for you, we'll get that pretty hair of yours all sparkly and shiny and you can forget all about that nightmare, alright?"

"Mhm, okay..."

What was going on, Ophelia didn't really know. She wasn't sure. Her mind was a mess right now, she was tired, but she figured if nothing else, she was alive and for now, that was fine.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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"Haaa, that was too close." Lena echoed Javal's words aloud as she'd take a moment to catch her breath and rub her forehead. Was it luck? Entirely so, all things considered though it was a miracle the church was even in still good condition. Did this mean here at least, undead didn't like holy places or power?

maybe she could come up with some sorta...holy weapon? Canon?...hand grenade?

"If only we could put whatever power is keeping the undead away in our pocket." Lena walked over to the altar where Javal was, grabbing it from one side and helping him push it over. "Mhm, this place is well made too...whoever built it was certainly good at their job."

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Klara and Tsukaimon

Name:
Klara Langston
Age:
17
Physical Description:
Klara stands roughly at 5'6, with a thin frame. Her long blond hair is kept short if a bit messy in the front, and usually tied into along ponytail in the back. Often, she takes a her looks a bit too seriously perhaps, often going for a 'mysterious' and 'cool' look, and is often dressed in black hooded jacket, short pants and boots.

Important items:
-Old laptop she constantly has with her. Its branding and other features have long since been scrubbed away, but its at least from the mid 2000's. Not that it matters. Its been modified and updated heavily so really, just the thick and heavy case is the same. Its decorated with several old and faded stickers from the era. Often kept in a shoulder bag with a few other bits of computer gear.
-High tech smart phone with a number of more illicit programs designed for digital intrusion. Kept protected in a neat little phone case.
-Picture of her family, kept between her phone and its case.
Short Bio:
Growing up in Germany to a father who worked for the government in a high tech and super secret IT department, and a mom who spent her days making art for various people and taking commissions on the internet, Klara had an...interesting, if cushy life growing up. Money was never really an issue, and her parents both loved her as far as she can remember, for the first ten years of her life. She loved her parents, too, and her little brother even if he was kind of a dumbass and a bit of a crybaby. Really, one could say she was quite privileged for the first decade or so of her life.

And then one day, her father never came home from work.

Nobody could give them straight answers as to what happened. As far as everyone knows, he just went to work, did his job, left...but never came home. Her mother was sent into a deep depression and spiraled, especially since it would take a few years for him to be officially declared dead so they could collect life insurance or benefits from the government for her fathers work. All he left behind, was an old and weathered laptop that had definitely seen better days.

Klara herself, having been entirely a daddies girl became both withdrawn...and entirely picked up on her dads hobbies and interests. All things computer related, technology, coding, and...some less than legal attempts at finding vulnerabilities in systems, jailbreaking computers and phones, making custom programs for such things...she threw herself into it, in perhaps some silly idea that if she did maybe she'd find what happened to him.

And then, came the invitation. With home life having been stifling lately with her mothers depression and her little brothers increasingly growing rebellious streak, well...getting away from it all was something that could allow her to breathe a bit easily.

Personality:
Klara has always been someone who was the definition of curiosity killed the cat. Going to places, doing things, trying new things and doing things in a unconventional manner just to answer the question 'what if' or 'why'. Even before her fathers disappearance she got into trouble for doing things she probably shouldn't. Nothing harmful or dangerous, merely things that little kids probably shouldn't be attempting to do. After her father went missing, this would shift into a mentality of entirely doing things her own way, regardless of others around her and whether they approved or not.

Needless to say, because of this she can be quite the lonely individual sometimes, but that's alright. She's mostly fine on her own. Shes self aware she's selfish, troublesome, and overall not super easy to get along with, but thats just the way she is and she's fine with that. Might as well have some fun with it, too.

Skills:
-Coding and computers. She's spent a lot of her spare and free time practicing and otherwise getting to know very intimately digital hardware and software.
-Cooking. As her mothers depression grew more severe after her fathers disappearance she took it upon herself to handle such things. Mostly for herself, mind you, but she always made enough.

Digimon Character Sheet

Tsukaimon

Name:
Tsukaimon
Age:
6
Physical Description:
Tsukaimon, this one looks like fairly typical one of its species. A little purple and white winged imp with a devious little smile and a fat stubby tail.
Type:
Virus
Short Bio:
Tsukaimon's life was fairly simple. Eat, sleep, play pranks on other digimon, steal a few things every now and then. Long story short, it has always been a fairly mischievous little rascal though never once actually ever harmed anyone. It was during one of these little misadventures where it decided to try and prank a certain similarly colored digimon where it was harmlessly batted away.

The digimon made an offer for Tsukaimon to try and better their life, but the Tsukaimon refused, initially...only reluctantly agreeing once it got the idea of having a partner in mischief may not be a bad idea after all.

Personality:
Tsukaimon is a mischievous little thing. Constantly getting into trouble or otherwise playing mostly harmless pranks on others. Maybe stealing a bit here and there, if the opportunity presents itself but otherwise it likes merely lazing around, sleeping, messing with other digimon a bit. Demon lords? humans? It truthfully doesn't care any about that. All it does care about, is whether or not what its doing is fun and enjoyable in the moment.

Powers:
Evil Spell: A verbal attack that just insults the opponent with bad energy.
Purple Fog: Surrounds the opponent with a dark miasma.
Fluffy Attack: Tackles the opponent.
Friendly Fire: Launches a fireball at foes.
Purple Haze: Breathes poisonous smoke at opponents.
Dark Twister: Attacks with a small typhoon of dark energy.
Future Evolutions:

Tsukaimon -> Witchmon -> Bastemon -> Minervamon -> Mervamon

Digimon: Dawn's Glimmering (Dead)

Klara and Tsukaimon

Name:
Klara Langston
Age:
17
Physical Description:
Klara stands roughly at 5'6, with a thin frame. Her long blond hair is kept short if a bit messy in the front, and usually tied into along ponytail in the back. Often, she takes a her looks a bit too seriously perhaps, often going for a 'mysterious' and 'cool' look, and is often dressed in black hooded jacket, short pants and boots.

Important items:
-Old laptop she constantly has with her. Its branding and other features have long since been scrubbed away, but its at least from the mid 2000's. Not that it matters. Its been modified and updated heavily so really, just the thick and heavy case is the same. Its decorated with several old and faded stickers from the era. Often kept in a shoulder bag with a few other bits of computer gear.
-High tech smart phone with a number of more illicit programs designed for digital intrusion. Kept protected in a neat little phone case.
-Picture of her family, kept between her phone and its case.
Short Bio:
Growing up in Germany to a father who worked for the government in a high tech and super secret IT department, and a mom who spent her days making art for various people and taking commissions on the internet, Klara had an...interesting, if cushy life growing up. Money was never really an issue, and her parents both loved her as far as she can remember, for the first ten years of her life. She loved her parents, too, and her little brother even if he was kind of a dumbass and a bit of a crybaby. Really, one could say she was quite privileged for the first decade or so of her life.

And then one day, her father never came home from work.

Nobody could give them straight answers as to what happened. As far as everyone knows, he just went to work, did his job, left...but never came home. Her mother was sent into a deep depression and spiraled, especially since it would take a few years for him to be officially declared dead so they could collect life insurance or benefits from the government for her fathers work. All he left behind, was an old and weathered laptop that had definitely seen better days.

Klara herself, having been entirely a daddies girl became both withdrawn...and entirely picked up on her dads hobbies and interests. All things computer related, technology, coding, and...some less than legal attempts at finding vulnerabilities in systems, jailbreaking computers and phones, making custom programs for such things...she threw herself into it, in perhaps some silly idea that if she did maybe she'd find what happened to him.

And then, came the invitation. With home life having been stifling lately with her mothers depression and her little brothers increasingly growing rebellious streak, well...getting away from it all was something that could allow her to breathe a bit easily.

Skills:
-Coding and computers. She's spent a lot of her spare and free time practicing and otherwise getting to know very intimately digital hardware and software.
-Cooking. As her mothers depression grew more severe after her fathers disappearance she took it upon herself to handle such things. Mostly for herself, mind you, but she always made enough.

Digimon Character Sheet

Tsukaimon

Name:
Tsukaimon
Age:
6
Physical Description:
Tsukaimon, this one looks like fairly typical one of its species. A little purple and white winged imp with a devious little smile and a fat stubby tail.
Type:
Virus
Short Bio:
Tsukaimon's life was fairly simple. Eat, sleep, play pranks on other digimon, steal a few things every now and then. Long story short, it has always been a fairly mischievous little rascal though never once actually ever harmed anyone. It was during one of these little misadventures where it decided to try and prank a certain similarly colored digimon where it was harmlessly batted away.

The digimon made an offer for Tsukaimon to try and better their life, but the Tsukaimon refused, initially...only reluctantly agreeing once it got the idea of having a partner in mischief may not be a bad idea after all.

Powers:
Evil Spell: A verbal attack that just insults the opponent with bad energy.
Purple Fog: Surrounds the opponent with a dark miasma.
Fluffy Attack: Tackles the opponent.
Friendly Fire: Launches a fireball at foes.
Purple Haze: Breathes poisonous smoke at opponents.
Dark Twister: Attacks with a small typhoon of dark energy.
Future Evolutions:

Tsukaimon -> Witchmon -> Bastemon -> Minervamon -> Mervamon

Return of a Failed Generation

Ophelia Noella Kaides -
Hadrum, Last stand.
@OwO

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Inhale.

A swift sidestep, the heavy blow of the Orc missing entirely.

Exhale.

In the next instant, a swift, practiced movement. The blade thrust forward, the estoc piercing the creatures thick hide and sinking deep into its flesh. An angry, pitiful cry from the beast as the blade subsequently was pulled out, now covered in the monsters disgusting ichor. A second strike followed, piercing the creatures throat upwards into its skull. Unnecessary but she wanted to be certain it was no longer a threat.

A bellowing cry from behind, but she was already prepared as a Wulver charged. A step away as she'd spin to face the creature.

Inhale.

She could feel her lungs starting to burn. The amount of exertion she was having to perform just to keep up...

Exhale.

"Having trouble with a sickly girl like me, you guys must be the worst demons I've ever seen." Ophelia taunted, the despicable creature lunged forward, a sweeping strike. She'd grimace as her blade met its, a crack of pain blooming across her arm as she'd deflect it with all her strength. It was enough, though, for an opening. The Estoc found its way into the creatures abdomen, its viscera and guts spilling over the ground as she'd pull it out seconds later.

"Haa...."

Relative silence followed. The sounds of battle from the desperate push forward nearby reaching her ears. She'd very much have preferred to be there but...well, what could she do? She'd only get in their way. She had learned that lesson already. The message had been loud and clear from her father, to say nothing of the events that led to her mothers death. Instead, she had been clearing out and trying to cut off reinforcements or monsters nearby to help take the pressure off the center. She didn't know if it was helping but...

What else could she realistically do with this frail body of hers?

"...whew...okay. This exhaustion is getting to me-!"

A snarling cry from above, a beating of wings as it landed in front of her, slamming her with its wings.

"Guh-!"

Ophelia was knocked backwards, the impact sending her stumbling backwards.

"Tch, bastard-!" She was cornered between an alleyway and a flying monster, now. The small side street she had been fighting on and working down now blocked by this creature. "Fine...you'll die like the others." Tough words, despite her aching body and the fact that blow had likely broke something, but there was nothing for it. She wasn't going to fall here, no. She refused.

Return of a Failed Generation

@Zeroth

Gonna post tonight so in roughly 10-11ish hours

Started right as my work week did, lol.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

@Xaltwind

Ah, thats a shame. Was enjoying playing a character type I don't normally really play as. Yingmei was fun. I can only really regurgitate what Zeroth said here in that I think you really were doing a pretty good job as someone who once GM'd a bunch of things myself. I had a bit more fast and loose style then Zeroth I think in that I mostly just come up with plot points and potential solutions and characters and then let the players figure everything else out but details, lol.

While I could maybe take it over myself if theres enough interest, I have no idea what I would personally do for this thing plot wise except eventually, we kill god in typical JRPG fashion.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

The smartest and cutest doll - Lena
@FujiwaraPhoenix@VitaVitaAR@Crimson Paladin

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"Slava Bogu!" The zombie was much faster than she would have thought, even if it seemed like her new physical nature handled such a strenuous activity like full sprinting mostly just fine. "Fortunate! I may become a believer after all at this rate!" It was indeed a lucky find. Compared to the other buildings, it was in remarkably good condition. If her knowledge held true as well, most churches would prove to be very defendable locations that could easily be held.

Weird shimmering aside, it was a good bet for safety.

Return of a Failed Generation

@Thunder999999

Mhm, possible. Ophelia very much kept to herself because of the bullying, and a fairly self absorbed personality. He'd have to make a few attempts at interacting with her before she'd open up a little.