Ryik

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Cough

Fire Emblem - Dimensions (Open Beta for FE Tabletop) [Always Accepting]

EDIT: lol noticed from the spreadsheet you seem to be partial to the Knife-wielding classes

@Rethel34

Completely by accident no less, since I usually prefer archers.

Another question I forgot to ask: Do you have a Discord or Steam where we could contact you in real-time?

Fire Emblem - Dimensions (Open Beta for FE Tabletop) [Always Accepting]

I'm considering joining this, though I have a few questions:

Is there a limit to the amount of characters one can make? I ended up coming up with ideas for three separate characters.
Are negative stat modifiers allowed when choosing personal stat differences? The doc allows it, but I wanted to ask you first.
Are any mundane classes (i.e. Butler/Maid or Adventurer as opposed to Witch, Dread Knight or what have you) among hidden promotions?

Artificer [An Original Magic Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Lysette, Riss and Sirius

The loud whistle echoed throughout the mineshaft. Riss briefly wonders how deep the cavern extends. Unlike Riss, Sirius had covered his ears to prevent from dying to the sound, “L-let’s not.”

“Aww… okay. I guess we just head deeper now?” Lysette asks.

“Yes, that would be-” Sirius is cut off when a great menagerie of cries sound out like one might hear at a slaughterhouse. Immediately, the party is accosted by the closest ones, the airy cries of canaries, their yellow feathers transitioning into purple going down their bodies with tail feathers replaced with a foul trail of black, hazy fluff.
Reacting to the sudden assault, Sirius boxes the six canaries with a cube of light.

Riss steps closer to the caged birds. “Aw, they’re pretty cute.” The canaries savagely smash their beaks against the cube with deranged fervor.

Sirius knows he won’t be able to maintain the cube indefinitely, so he shrinks it and lowers the canaries to the ground. “Lysette, can you deal with that?”

Lysette stares at the frantically writhing birds in the small container. She considers stabbing them, but reconsiders and decides otherwise. Instead she would position her foot carefully above the cube and stomp downward, amplifying her leg with Qi to crush the birds with excessive force.The light drops just before her foot hits the birds, smashing most of them and severing the squishy tails of the other ones, leaving a viscous mess beneath her.

Lysette lifts her foot, looking at the mess with disdain. “Gross.”

A couple of the canaries escape and are promptly smacked out of the air with a shovel. “That takes care of that.” Riss says, leaning against his gardening weapon.

“Mind if I take one Riss? I wanna try poisoning my swords or something cool like that.” Lysette asks, chalk at the ready.

Riss stares at Sirius, having already left to stand watch. “Uh… if you don’t mind me taking five…?” Riss pulls out his own chalk, ideas for artifacts already taking shape. He heads over to the mess of feathers and blood and begins separating the bodies, careful not to touch any of the black piles of gunk their tails left behind. One by one, he turns them into little skulls on strings to wear, each with small inscriptions to differentiate their abilities.

Riss picks up one of the intact birds and brings it over to SIrius. “Are you certain that you don’t want any of them?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I’m not interested in Death. You’d probably use it better than I can,” Sirius responds.

Riss shakes his head. “We could all use more sealed artifacts, and if not even that, you could always just use it as a money artifact.”

“But it would be hindering your progress in death. I can make sealed artifacts out of manabeasts people aren’t going to need,” Sirius counters.

Riss stares at Sirius in the eyes for a good three seconds of unblinking, unemoting uncertainty before saying “Okay then.” and turning around to get with making it into a fifth skull necklace. Only after completing the final necklace does he realize none of these artifacts have much direct use in combat.

Lysette singles out the remaining bird, much cleaner due to having died from blunt force trauma by a shovel, and pushes it to the side to give Riss some more room to work with. Delving further into her bag, she pulls out her sets of chalk and begins circling the bird in red. Now focused into a single canary feather, she holds a sealed artifact, capable of applying a magical poison onto objects. Satisfied with her creation, she sticks the feather to the side of her hat, quite fashionable and deadly. Finished with her crafting session, she cleans up her chalk and looks to Riss, who was still at it, now adorning himself with… skulls. So edgy.

Sirius leans against the earth wall, keeping an eye out for anything that may approach the pair while they were creating their artifacts.

After Riss wiped off his shovel, collapsed it and put it back in his backpack, he approaches Sirius, then stares at the darkness looming ahead of them. He turns back and sees Lysette ready to go, so he nods his head towards the blackness.. “Lead the way.”

Sirius takes the lead, the sphere of light floating in front of him. As they descend, an eerie quality seems to surround them. Flickers of movement, glints of light where there should be none. Yet, as much as one might interpret these as red flags, nothing happened.

Soon enough they start to hear a strange noise, the sound of metal scraping stone. Sirius points the light forward, less like a lantern and more like a flashlight. The scraping gets closer and closer until eventually, a large, spiky limb rounds a corner, followed by the remainder of the creature. A stubby, wingless dragon dressed from top to bottom in spiky metal plates appears, somehow shining in the light despite its dank environment. It was like a giant armored lizard with claws, a horn, and no tail. His voice drops to a whisper, “Does anyone have an idea on how to take on this thing?”

Riss calmly pulls out his shovel again. “You ever feel what it’s like to have a nail ripped off?”

“No?”

“Me neither, but I imagine it would be unpleasant.” With that Riss runs forward, jukes its initial goring headbutt and hops on top of it. He immediately jams his shovel into the back of a large spike atop its head and starts to push against it like a crowbar while decaying away where the plate meets skin. Immediately, it begins to buck, but clearly, it was not made for jumping. Instead it begins to ram itself into nearby walls sideways, trying to remove Riss, and after a few tries, Riss has to concede, evacuating while pulling the shovel out the wrong direction, ripping it off more.

The manabeast, suddenly much angrier than it was before, stands there with its metal plate drooping off its head crookedly, pulling at raw skin never meant to feel air. Riss starts to feel bad for it before it roars, an awful sound echoing across the cave just as the whistle.

From behind Sirius and Lysette, the sounds of metal scraping against rock repeats as a second one appears a ways away, charging at them. At the same time, the first one was clearly moving in to attack.

Things were escalating fast, so there was no time to coordinate. “Try not to hit the edges of their metal plates. If the edges become jagged, they’ll cut us instantly.” Riss wiped a small cut on his leg with the jeans around it and went to meet the second dragon-lizard-dinosaur thing.

To distract the second metal beast, Sirius fires a beam of light into each of its eyes. The armored dragon-lizard shrieks and starts blindly charging around, ramming into walls haphazardly. Sirius secretly hopes that the ceiling above them wouldn’t crash down on them.

Lysette spots the opening that Riss provided on the rare metal dragon. With a Qi enhanced leap toward the roaring roar dragon roaring, she lands above the exposed rare metal flesh. Drawing a sword in each hand, she stabs downward, burying the blades into the beast’s rare metal head. It begins to move erratically to get Lysette off, and now it’s Lysette’s turn to play cowboy on Mr. Dragon’s wild ride.

The numerous rare metal spikes were convincing enough for Lysette to release her grip and retreat from the flailing rare metal dragon. With both of her swords still stuck in the rare metal opening, it was a wonder that the rare metal dragon was still standing. “Maybe I should have poisoned the blades before sticking them in…”

Riss casually takes a step onto the blinded rare metal dragon and begins digging. Rather than trying to crowbar a plate off, he instead just tries to shove the shovel all the way through as he decays the skin connecting it to flesh. This works much better, his shovel smacking the horn on its face as the plate pops off. The rare metal dragon doesn’t like this one bit and tries to smash its horn into Riss, bending over backwards as best as its stubby stature allows.

It’s actually kind of pathetic. Rare metal “dragons” clearly aren’t predators.

Riss gets off of it anyway so that he can deliver a smack to its face with his shovel, which immediately clangs, leaving his shovel vibrating and a skin-crawling echo resounding throughout the mine. Clearly, shovels are musical instruments.

“You can enchant my sword and I’ll go stab it,” Sirius states, offering his weapon to Lysette, who complies and enchants the blade with a poisonous edge. Forming a series of steps with his light constructs, Sirius gains some vertical ground on the manabeast. When he’s on top of its weak point area, he drops down and thrusts his sword downward into its flesh. The metal dragon-lizard roars and rears suddenly, and Sirius barely manages to stay on by keeping a firm grip on the sword. The manabeast falls back to the ground with a weak growl and stays still. Sirius pulls out his sword from the creature’s head.
“Whew. One down, one more to go.”

Now able to retrieve her swords from the defeated rare metal dragon, Lysette pulls them free and sits back to watch Riss dig to his heart’s content.

The dragon, reeling from the fact that its head was made to vibrate enough to produce a sound, patiently waits as Riss rummages through his bag for something sharp and settles for a pair of gardening clippers. Like a knife, he stabs it through the exposed flesh as deep as possible and tries to hold onto it, twisting it hideously as the rare metal dragon panics.

It probably makes it more pissed, but getting on top of its back is probably the safest place for this, considering how there are horn-like spikes coming out of its face and joints. Eventually the dragon moves erratically enough for the knife to come out of its head, where Riss leaps off and begins to make some distance in case it starts a chase.

As it so happens, that is exactly what it does. Unfortunately, it is still blind.

As it crashes into the wall, it falls over, blood pouring from its rare metal stab wound. Riss looks back at Sirius and Lysette. “You know, removing Lysette’s knives to let it bleed out would have probably been enough to kill it.” Riss moves back in to finish off the rare metal dragon in case it was still alive, and with that the combat comes to a rare metal close.

Riss, emulated Sirius from earlier, stands on the side and begins cleaning his gardening tools while keeping watch. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you guys going for metal?”
Sirius, drawing a circle around the first slain rare metal dragon, responds, “I’ll be wearing armor in the future and the extra protection and the offensive capability metal offers is useful. I’m also looking into mirrors though.” He rips off the dangling plate and begins concentrating the beast’s mana into the metal. I can probably get this shaped into an armor piece when I get back.

“I want to sword faster.” Lysette states, slowly encircling the other rare metal dragon in chalk. Several strong whacks to the beast’s rare metal horn removes it from the body to serve as the collection point. Unfortunately, with her Wind mana conflicting with the Metal in the new reagent, she would be unable to start absorbing from this artifact until she depleted her Wind mana pool, which would be unwise to do in such a risky environment. “Into the bag you go!” Lysette says as she tosses her belongings into her bag.

As the party finishes up their preparations, the mineshaft seems to come alive. The walls shake, rocks start to fall, it was like some sort of earthquake hit all at once. Riss tries to regain his balance as the shaking eases and begins heading toward where they came from. “I think that’s our cue to leave.”

“Yeah, let’s get out of here,” Sirius agrees.

Must be my whistle blowing, Lysette thinks.

The party begins to leave, slowly making their way back to the surface, but no matter how much closer they get to it, the rumbling only seems to get worse.

They walk in silence for several minutes before Riss notices a distinct change in the rumblings and turns around to find a horde of Earth manabeasts approaching rapidly. Bats, crabs, moles, scorpions, spiders, rabbits, rats, and countless insects of several varieties. A veritable swarm was approaching, and there was no way in hell that the party of three could deal with them all at once.

“Run.” Giving a one-word warning, Riss begins to run.

Sirius bolts after Riss.

Lysette runs. Fast. Zoom Zoom. Combining Wind and Qi together resulted in her running speed significantly increasing, overtaking both of them.

Despite their speed however, the entrance to the mine was still too far away. The manabeasts overtake Sirius, then Riss. Lysette abandons her comrades to die. Goodbye my friends…

I’ve already used quite a bit of Light mana. If I use too much more, I’ll get backlash. Clutching his new metal regent, Sirius creates a protective metal shield around him and Riss. Countless Earth manabeasts swerve around the structure, some accidentally headbutt it in their haste and fall over dazed. Eventually, the stream of creatures stop and Sirius tentatively peeks out from the shield. The coast was clear. He turns to Riss, “What do you think that was all about?”

Riss doesn’t answer immediately, but when a god-awful screech rips out from behind the shield, he no longer has to.

Once in the open, the swarm of small manabeasts behind Lysette disperse outward in waves, many slowing down in the harsh sunlight. Rapid kicks into the crowd eliminate manabeasts at random. Free artifacts go flying left and right. The scene becomes less joyous when Riss and Sirius come running out of the mine entrance followed by what appears to be, from where Lysette’s standpoint, a giant crystal centipede.

Lysette keeps running, stuffing many fallen creatures into her bag on the way to the train. Goodbye my friends…

Mandibles clack menacingly against each other, as the centipede swivels its head side to side searching for food. It lunges forward and snaps up a nearby rabbit. The bones crunch audibly as the centipede consumes the animal.

Sirius pales visibly. Lysette pales distantly. Riss is fine. Too fine, really. He looks towards Sirius. “Got any plans? I can think of a few, but domesticating it seems difficult.”

“Can you distract it? I’ll try to cut off its mandibles first. And then we can go at it relatively safely,” Sirius comments.

Riss stares at Sirius, looking back at the centipede. “It looks pretty distracted already. Are you sure it’s a good idea to bring its attention to the humans around with the allure of food?

“Use your best judgement,” Sirius begins rushing towards the centipede, sword drawn.

“Do your best!” Lysette yells from a distance.

Riss takes a close-mouthed sigh before making dead… cows would actually be too big for the centipede, wouldn’t they? Pigs then. Riss leaves a small trail of pigs for the centipede to reach down and eat. Riss, the greatest Bacon Mage the world has ever known.

The centipede seems to take notice at the great quantity of literal bacon being presented and gets down instead of rearing up dramatically all the time. It crawls over, its crystalline legs stabbing into the ground all the way, producing the sound of jackhammers.

As he nears the giant crystal insect, he approaches carefully. The manabeast was devouring the crass amounts of bacon, distracted by its feast. Sirius holds the sword above a mandible and swings down with as much force as he can muster. The mandible snaps right off, crystal being brittle and all. He immediately swings the sword up at the other mandible. The centipede scurries backwards rapidly, but Sirius manages to partially sever the other mandible before it escapes. The appendage dangles uselessly from the centipede’s mouth as it rears up and screeches with anger. It attempts to devour Sirius by lunging and actually would have, if not for the metal shell that materializes around him. The centipede experiences rebound from its own kinetic energy and is momentarily stunned.

Riss climbs up a leg and starts breaking off anything crystalline he can reach with a shovel. The centipede proves to be universes more flexible than the rare metal dragon and scoops up Sirius, swallowing him whole before twisting its body and eating Riss as well.

Riss stares at Sirius in the fleshy confines of a centipede, a mound of small animals is the only thing between them and stomach acid. “I think I like the domestication plan better.”

Riss grabs Sirius and pushes past him, putting Riss closer to the stomach. “You might want to hold on or… I don’t know, just don’t… get stuck.”

“Errr...what?” Sirius asks, confused.

Riss begins creating cow after cow, the biggest animal he has available to him. Riss suddenly gets a flashback about how cows are too large for the centipede to comfortably eat.

In no time at all, the walls of flesh surrounding them start to convulse, and soon enough Sirius, Riss and multiple cows are being upchucked. Before the cows come, Riss climbs atop its stooped figure and begins smacking its face with a shovel. In physical pain both internally and externally, it does its best to shake it off with as little movement as possible and fails as Riss holds on by eye sockets and antennae, whacking it over and over until he hears something break. As the centipede expels another cow, it seems to have lost all ability to properly react to the things being done to it. Taking advantage of this, Sirius begins hacking away at the point where the head attaches to the body. Eventually he makes adequate progress wherein he decapitates it with a metal wall. Riss hops off of it as Sirius stabs it through the head for good measure. It seems that the centipede is dead.

But it’s a centipede.

The remainder of its enormous body writhes around violently. A giant pillar of centipede meat and carapace raises up and immediately comes crashing down right over Sirius. Sirius tries to backpedal but when another metal wall collapses, he closes his eyes and accepts his horrible fate.

For some reason however, it never lands. Sirius opens his eyes slowly when the expected weight never drops on him to find himself in the shadow of the headless centipede clumsily holding itself up with a few of its legs.

Riss yells from his spot outside of the shadow. “You should get out of there.”

Sirius doesn’t need another prompt before booking it.

The pair rapidly abscond as the body flails in random directions, going back to Lysette,who’s been spectating the whole thing lazily. The sight of several small animals and insects being crushed under the centipede’s weight was equally as horrifying as debt.

Riss looks at the mess covering himself and Sirius, a light burning sensation covering his body. He turns to Lysette and looks her in the eyes. “You could have prevented this.”

Sirius goes over to the piles of slightly burned manabeasts, cows, and giant centipede corpse and begins to gingerly separate them by element --a process made much more difficult by the constant burning sensation all over his body. Most are Earth, a few are varying types of Crystals, and another small portion are Metal. Sirius plucks out a few manabeasts and motions for Riss to come over to partake in the spoils. He draws multiple small formations around each fallen corpse to convert them to reagents.

Sirius was adamant to give Riss (and not Lysette) every single fucking Earth artifact, causing his backpack to jingle with the sounds of artifacts clanking against gardening equipment. Sirius himself was able to pick out the bodies a few small-fry metal and crystal manabeasts, and with Riss’ help, the centipede itself. Rolling it up to fit in a chalk circle of reasonable size took longer than it did to convert the rest of the bodies, but when it was finished, Sirius had a pendant to show for it. It was just a simple rectangle piece of crystal with the end cut to a tip with a leather cord looping around his neck.

“Let’s head back as soon as possible,” Sirius states, “The sooner we get treatment the better. I don’t have anything for acid, unfortunately.”

Riss ponders for a moment, strapping on his backpack. “We’re not exactly drenched; I think we’ll be fine, but you’re right. It’s better to be on the safe side. Let’s go Lysette.”

They return to the orphanage and take a well-deserved shower.

Lysette regrets many things and laments her missed opportunity to combat the greatest evil.

Debt.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Quick question. What's the general consensus here on Dungeon Dice Monsters? Or Dungeon Dragon Dice in the original Japanese.

@KOgaming

Fun change of pace, but its mechanics make it pretty monotonous. It's also very hard to keep track of in an RP, since each monster has different dice, rewarding different resources.

Anyway, Elly challenged an NPC to a battle. Are you to control them, or should I write out some duels alone?

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Elly was annoyed with the raw, vast stupidity going on in front of her. Once the opening ceremony was finished, students filed out of the auditorium and began scattering like ants after you light their food on fire. A few fools started to duel each other right outside, risking endless intrusions, but my god, the sheer quantity of losers skittishly wandering off to hide in the bowels of the school was embarrassing. Don't they know anything about how events like this work?

As a new student, Elly has no choice but to put faith in the competence of the staff. Once that's assumed, the possibility of waiting things out to be the last standing doesn't make any sense. After all, why reward cowardice?

Clearly, the whole thing is being tracked by everyone's duel disk, meaning that the more losers snuffed out, the better placement everyone is given!

...Unfortunately, now wasn't exactly a good time to go sniping. Few duels had any progress made, and the ones that did probably already had so many intruders that they could all turn on any further intruders and end them in a heartbeat.

No, the best idea is to stalk one of these spineless wimps and crush them. It's funny, really, how easy it was for her to put this plan into effect, following this small, docile loser to a secluded spot on the edge of school where they can't be intruded upon. She sees him take a sigh of relief, thinking he made it. Oh, how wrong he is.

She grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around. "Running away?" A horrible screeching noise goes off as her duel disk snaps into place. She gives the small boy a wicked smile. "It's okay, I'll just kill you off! That way, you don't need to worry about this event at all~♥"

She points at him aggressively. "Why don't you start us off? Or maybe... you prefer to just forfeit instead?"

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Elly

Name: Elly Ludenza
Sex: ♀
Age: 17
House: Neos House
Appearance:
Duel Disk: An incredibly frilly monstrosity that balances out its porcelain texture and the excessively long ribbons and cloth adorning it with little skulls sewn on and burn marks around the edges. It folds and unfolds around a visible metal joint, and every time it does, an ungodly creak sounds.
Personality: Extremely harsh, foul-mouthed and quick-tempered. Has a silver tongue dipped in poison and a textbook superiority complex. It's hard to look past these staggering flaws, but if someone masochistic enough did so, they'd find that she usually doesn't mean most of the things she says. She's very insecure, with an ongoing self-inflicted stress problem that she worries about constantly. She desperately craves human interaction, but truth be told, she doesn't make a good friend, so she gets it through dueling people, and loves every moment of it.
History: Only child of a rich and busy single father, spoiled rotten but never happy. More interesting, was her relationship with the first family maid/nanny. Every Saturday, she'd take young Elly with her to a local soup kitchen. Every Saturday, Elly would complain about being bought there. Every Saturday, Elly would sit on the side, playing a hand-held duel monsters simulator and give foul looks to everyone who came her way, only to be thanked by almost every single patron, every single Saturday, every time she came. This went on for years. One day, she learned the reason everyone thanked her. While, yes, her nanny did ask every single person to do so, it was because her father funded the Soup Kitchen, and was the only reason it managed to stay open.

When she learned this, young Elly became outraged. Her father had money to spend on complete and total strangers, but didn't care enough to get the latest duel monster expansion for his only family member that doesn't have Alzheimers? She confronted her father immediately, and likewise, he was immediately outraged.

Elly's nanny was fired that day, after her many consecutive years of employment. Mr. Ludenza didn't believe a Soup Kitchen was a safe place for his daughter to be while the nanny was busy working the counter.

Elly was happy with the change at first, but eventually decided she liked her first nanny better and complained to her father. Her father who can't say no to her but didn't want to back down tried to appease her by giving her all manners of gifts rather than just ones she asked for. She hated them. These gifts came to be a symbol of the disconnect between her and her father, and as you might imagine, she didn't treat them well.

Next came her middle-school goth phase. It's where she learned to sew. I'm going to skip that part.

As she grew as a person, she started going back to the Soup Kitchen, ditching her current caretakers and finding her old nanny there. Every single time, she would greet Elly with a smile and say that it was good to see her. Likewise, Elly found some old acquaintances, and as it so happened, Those old acquaintances had picked up the game that she, as a lonely little girl, would play by herself in the corner every Saturday.

This was the first time Elly got to play against someone that wasn't in some simulator online.

Elly asked her father for a fancy duel disk (which she immediately modified heavily) and started coming back more and more until her father took notice. When he did however, what he saw was the successful young duelist his daughter was becoming. Truly, seeing Elly happy was a rare sight. Cussing out the impoverished in a soup kitchen however, was unacceptable. He suggested that she enroll in Saotome Duel Academy and become a professional. Elly denied him, saying that she wanted to be a surgeon. After a long, drawn-out talk with her father, he convinced her that she could always just take online courses later to become a surgeon, but becoming a pro duelist while she was still young was much more practical.
Wish: Become perfect, such so that everyone will have to love her.
Deck:

Custom Cards

Artemia the Doll Queen
Rank 1 DARK Spellcaster Xyz Effect monster
1000 ATK / 300 DEF
2 level 1 Spellcaster-Type Monsters
Once per turn, you can detach 1 Xyz material from this card; shuffle two "doll" monsters in your grave with 300 or less attack or defense into your deck, then draw a card. Then, if it was a "doll" card, you can reveal it to your opponent; special summon it. If you have a monster other than this card on your side of the field, this card cannot be destroyed. You take no battle damage while "Alice the Wandering Doll" is on the field.

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Michael the Doll King
Level 5 DARK Spellcaster Fusion Effect monster
300 ATK / 1000 DEF
2 or more "Doll Part" monsters with different names
Must first be special summoned (from your extra deck) by shuffling the above cards on your side of the field or graveyard into your deck. (You do not use "Polymerization".) When this card is summoned by its own effect, it gains effects based on the number of "Doll Part" cards with different names shuffled into your deck:
1 or more: Once per turn, target one "Alice the Wandering Doll" on your opponent's side of the field. Take control of it.
2 or more: All "doll" monsters you control with 300 or less original attack or defense gain 2000 attack and defense.
3 or more: If this card is targeted by a card effect or would be destroyed, you can destroy another "doll" monster on your side of the field instead; If this card was targeted by a card effect, negate the effect.
4 or more: Once per turn, during either players turn, you can destroy one "Alice the Wandering Doll" on either side of the field: Until your opponent's next end phase, Negate the effects of all monsters on your opponent's side of the field. Also, all spell cards, trap cards, and "doll" monsters you control cannot be destroyed, except by their own effects.

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Solar Legacy:
Anabel the Doll Princess
Level 5 DARK Spellcaster Fusion Effect monster
1300 ATK / 0 DEF
3 "doll" monsters with different names
Must first be special summoned (from your extra deck) by shuffling the above cards in your hand or on your side of the field back into your deck. (You do not use "Polymerization".) When this card is special summoned: add 1 "doll" monster with 0 attack or defense from your deck to your hand, then destroy it. This card gains 300 attack and defense for each "doll" card in your graveyard. Once per turn, if this card is sent to the graveyard by a card effect, you can special summon it in face-up attack position. Once per turn, you can target this card and 1 monster your opponent controls; until the end phase, switch control of both cards, then add 1 "Doll Hammer" from your deck or grave to your hand.

Cursed Dolls

Monsters (20)
Alice the Wandering Doll** x3
Box of Friends x2
Doll Chimera** x1
Doll Part Blue** x3
Doll Part Gold** x3
Doll Part Pink** x3
Doll Part Red** x3
Eshila the Lovely Bisque Doll** x2

Spells (8)
Card Trader x1
Curse of the Dolls** x1
Curse Reflection Doll** x1
Cursed Dollhouse** x1
Dark Factory of Mass Production x1
Doll Hammer** x1
Door to Mirrorland** x1
Mind Control x1

Traps (12)
Crush Card Virus x1
Curse Transfer** x1
Dark Horizon x1
Dark Renewal x1
Deck Devastation Virus x1
Full Force Virus x1
Human-Wave Tactics x2
Order to Smash x1
Released Curse** x2
Spirit Barrier x1

Extra (7)
Anabel the Doll Princess* x1
Artemia the Doll Queen* x3
Michael the Doll King* x3

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

Having a 40 card main deck is only important to those who believe in things like "card advantage" or "deck thinning" or "geometric probability" instead of THE HEART OF THE CARDS.

@KOgaming

I can tell already that Elly is going to make many enemies.

2nd option it is.

If I understand how the RP works correctly, I initiate a battle with an NPC you control now, correct? Everyone else seems busy with their own duels, and I don't think I know enough about what's actually happening in them to try to intrude.
Plus, if I entered a duel with too many students in it at once, the temptation to pull out some grade-A bullshit would be overwhelming.

Artificer [An Original Magic Fantasy RP] (Accepting!)

Lysette, Riss and Sirius

"Chump -nothing personal- and I are headed to the mines, tell Sirius for me."

Shor’s sudden exit with Kubo wasn’t too surprising. She always seemed to do things the way she wanted them to.

With Sirius off fetching Riss, and without knowing how long it would take in order to coax him outside, Lysette retreats to her room in order to assemble her gear. Collected over the years, she had a pair of swords, numerous throwing knives, and a simple bag to carry her items on the go. Once her equipment is set, she returns to the cafeteria to wait for Sirius and Riss.

Sirius notices that only one member of their original group, Lysette, is still there. Approaching her, he asks, “Where did everyone else go?”

“Shor took Kubo and ran off to the mines, wanted to let you know” Lysette responds with a shrug.

“Okay, then we should get going too,” Sirius replies, “Although we might want to discuss what manabeasts we’re looking for first.” I hope Shor and Kubo will be okay.

“I don’t mind too much what we go for, the only element I’m interested in taking up now other than the ones I’m using right now is Metal. What about you two?”

“Same to Metal, though I’m more interested in Crystal for now,” Sirius responds.

“Looks like we’re heading to the mines too.” Riss declares.

“You never said what you wanted,” Sirius points out.

“I want a lot of things.” Riss rebuts, expression expressionless as ever. “Don’t be selfish, Sirius. Selflessness is a finite resource.”

“I want you to get something out of this too, Riss,” Sirius retorts, frowning slightly.

Riss crosses his arms. “And I will. Sealed artifacts are always useful.”

“I want money” Lysette whispers.

Riss nods. “Yes, Lysette. I agree. Let’s all get Metal, Crystal, and Money artifacts.”

Sirius continues frowning, but reluctantly agrees, “Alright, we’ll head to the mines then. Is everyone good to go? I personally need to grab stuff from my room first.”

Riss reveals a plain beige backpack. He reveals it by taking it off his back and holding it up. How it went unnoticed before now is hard to say. He should have been a Darkness Mage. “I grabbed everything I could need when you weren’t looking.”

“Alright, I’ll go pack up really quick,” Sirius states, “Do you want to meet up at the train station?”

“Sounds fine to me, don’t take too long” Lysette says before setting off toward the nearest stop. “C’mon Riss, let’s go.” Riss follows, and the two walk in comfortable silence. Minutes pass and they eventually arrive at the train station without having said a word to each other. After readying tickets, they sit down on a bench and wait for Sirius.

Eventually Riss looks at Lysette and Lysette meets his stare. He ate a cat! Lysette internally screams. Riss makes a piss-poor attempt at conversation. “You like money?” Lysette blinks several times before looking away and pretending she never heard anything.

Back in his room, Sirius scoops up a light green backpack and packs medical supplies -- it wouldn’t do if someone bled to death. The mines would probably be poorly lit, but his Light abilities compensated for that. He stuffs some snacks into another pocket, bringing extra in case Riss or Lysette got hungry too. Water would be essential as well, considering they’ll be out for a while. Sirius hefts the backpack experimentally to make sure it wouldn’t be too heavy to carry around. The bag was of moderate weight, but things would balance out even with added reagents if the food and water were consumed. Finally, Sirius straps a straight sword to his waist and heads off to the train station.

When Sirius arrives, he finds Lysette and Riss sitting on a bench together. “Hey! Did you guys get along while I was gone?”

Riss and Lysette share a sidelong glance before Riss replies. “Best Friends.”

“A real bonding experience” She adds.

“Great! I’m glad you two could become friends with each other,” Sirius exclaims happily.

The arrival of the train graciously interrupts any follow-up to Sirius’s comment.

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The corridors of the mines winded and weaved without rhyme or reason. Minecart rails jutted out of the ground irregularly, showing the mine’s age prominently. The air was stale and heavy with the promise of manabeasts lurking in the depths.

An orb of light bobs besides Sirius, illuminating the surrounding area. The place seemed a bit suffocating for his taste, but he’d have to get used to it. The mines were the most consistent source of Metal and Crystal manabeasts after all. He could sense the faint flickers of light up ahead from the torches lining the wall.

What bothered Lysette was that dust seemed to linger in the air long after it was disturbed, and using wind to shift it away only seemed to raise more into the air. Trying to breathe in the air was a mistake. Activating her enhanced smell only threw her into a fit of coughs to dispel the foul odors.

Sirius looks over, “Are you okay?” Lysette squints at Sirius, who was a blinding figure with the light orb nearby.

“Debt.”

“Debt?”

“Debt.”

It didn’t seem like Sirius was going to get anything else out of the girl, so he drops the subject. He then checks to see how Riss is coping with the unpleasant environment. Riss seems fine. Too fine, really.

“Where do we find the manabeasts? Kick over a rock? Blow a whistle?” Lysette asks, eager to blow her safety whistle.

“That might be a good idea, why don’t you try it out? I’ll keep an eye out for anything else that approaches,” Sirius comments.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Lysette blows the whistle, letting out a shrill noise that sounded awfully louder inside the mines compared to the outdoors. “Can I do it again?” She asks after a few seconds of silence.

Yu-Gi-Oh Soul R (Still Accepting)

@the book of bad juju
A possibility. That would make 4 decks.

At 10 decks, maybe she'll ascend.
@KOgaming
Thanks.

Ironically, I thought Crime and Punishment were more appropriate than Slacker and Downerd Magician. They both use whip-like strings and have themes of sadism against helpless (incarcerated?) victims. (dolls)

I'm fine removing them, though the main reason I added them is so that she can ridicule others for not having a fat extra deck, which is the same reason she has a small main deck of exactly 40 cards. (Both of these being tactically advantageous) though I could get away with her simply claiming that it's a handicap.

Which do you think is more appropriate?