Ryonara

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Dashing between rocks and rubble, Smitten Kitten thought no one had noticed her. She needed to work on her stealth though, because as she was still trying to escape the city, a blue tail appeared in front of her. Smitten Kitten took a swipe at it but missed. She lunged forward, overshooting and landing a few feet ahead of her surprised guest. It was a strange girl calling herself Absynthe Blue. She didn't have an Outlaw Declaration active, so Smitten Kitten wasn't worried about fighting her. But she could be a distraction. After Absynthe's lengthy introduction, Smitten Kitten looked around for any possible snipers. She didn't like the idea of being out in the open like this.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go right now."

Smitten Kitten was going to make a run for it when she heard a low rumbling sound. She recognized it; it was the sound of a tank. Did someone bring a tank here? Before Smitten Kitten could react, one of the boulders near her blew up, and a giant blue tank showed up. The force was enough to knock Smitten Kitten to the ground, though it didn't help that she jumped in surprise. When she looked up she saw a massive tank and out of all the avatars she could have ran into, Smitten Kitten was looking at Mercury Titania, the Guild Master of the Cobalt Bruisers. Where they just picking on her now?

"This is nuts... Sorry, but I got to go!"

Smitten Kitten ran off as fast as she could, retreating back into the city. Just to ensure that they couldn't keep chasing after her, Smitten Kitten took a detour through the narrow alleys in the city district. Being fairly small herself Smitten Kitten had no issues running through them, though more adult sized avatars may end up rubbing shoulders against the wall, and surely Titania's tank can't fit through the alley. Or so she hopes. If they do give chase, then Smitten Kitten was going to need to use even more evasive actions. Fortunately, she knows one area she could try to lose them in; Blast Alley. A nickname for a part of the Faded City were avatars would lay traps for each other. Smitten Kitten avoids that place for obvious reasons, but she watches them lay down their traps, knows were most of them are at. If she needs to she could lose them there, though she'll be very late to Corpse Collector's meeting if she can't lose them now.

@TheWindel@KoL

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

"Considering it's called the Chalice of Silence, I can imagine what it's capable of." Silence was a powerful spell that Catarina was quite familiar with. When she fought alongside other mages, silence was used not only so heavier people like Catarina could sneak by the enemy, but also make it more difficult of spellcasters to use their magics. After all they can't shoot a fireball if they can't say fireball. Though beyond that, Catarina felt it was pointless to continue voicing her worries. If the dwarf and elf was so certain that they could triumph over every disaster that struck, Catarina would allow them to handle it. If there was one thing her life as a mercenary taught her, it was that the best way to keep a person from boasting is making them prove it.

In the meantime Catarina was more focused on trying to ride her camel. She was no stranger to riding them, she just wasn't confident in her ability with mounted combat. Still as long as they don't go charging into a spear wall, she'll be fine. Riding up towards Alyssa and Vivian, Catarina felt like trading some small talk. "I never forget the faces of my allies, especially for jobs like this. While it's normal for mercs like us to not get too attached to each other, I think it's better if we have good memories with each other." Catarina didn't mention that she said this because it's likely that one of them will die. The point was that when they died, Catarina would at least remember the good times they had. "If nothing else, I'll make sure to protect you. I won't let them hurt you, not if I had any say about it."

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Is it okay for me to post? I want to write a responds but I don't know if we're still waiting for more CS.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

My scheduled is fairly erratic to be honest. The only reason I can post so much today is because I'm too sick to go to work. I'm generally around between 4 and 7 PM Central time, though I can sneak in short posts in the morning.

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Catarina sighed in frustration at the dwarf's foolhardiness and the elf's arrogance. Another reason why she never joined the clergy or picked up magic; it made them too complacent. Magic was the easy answer to everything, but Catarina was certain that if they had to do this entire adventure without it, her suggestions to be prepared would sound more appealing. Regardless there was no sense in arguing against either of them. A dwarf and elf's ignorance were the stuff of legends. Fortunately unlike everyone else, Catarina still had some pay from her time protecting the fur merchant, and used her money to prep. She resupplied her essentials and added a few additional items; various magical potions and even a wondrous item, the traveler's any tool. A metal par capable of becoming any tool imaginable, and then some. Surely it'll be handy for tomb raiding. Lastly, she brought a Wand of Cure Light Wounds. While it's true that their cleric could fulfill all their healing needs, surely his spells could be better used inflicting damage on the enemy or bypassing a obstacle than patching them up. And if the dwarf for some reason refuses to use it, Catarina was certain that Alyssa had the magical knack to activate the wand.

Trying to keep up with the others whilst in her full plate, eventually they were about ready to leave. Somehow Malkai managed to get them camels, though she suspects that he didn't buy them. She would have denied them on principle, but then again she wasn't one to look a gift horse (Or camel in this instance) in the mouth. When he mentioned that someone would have to share, Catarina figured that she would be ruled out. Her armor didn't exactly provide much room on the camel. Indeed, she barely managed to fit in the camel's saddle. Admittedly her armor was far better on foot than it was on mounts, but she won't get far if everyone else were riding.

"If it is going to be at least a two day ride, then we'd best fine a strong shelter if we rest tonight. I hear from many of the merchants that a sandstorm will brew early morning before sun rise. With any luck it won't bury our destination, but we'd be taking considerable risks trying to cross through a desert storm." Fortunately Catarina had made adjustments to her armor to provide ample ventilation during the desert's days and insulation during it's cold nights, while at the same time ensuring that sand doesn't leak into her armor. Though that does mean that she'll need to constantly be wearing it, or at least keep the armored bits in a sealed sack. It'll be tedious, but necessary.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Only Alyssa took Catarina's hand to shake, but she didn't mind. Not all cultures recognized handshaking as a greeting. She was also impressed at Alyssa's display of magic, even if it was only a spark of flame. It was more than what Caratina could do, and magic always fascinated her. It's too bad she never could find the time to stay in place long enough to learn cantrips. Alyssa also confirmed that she was a rogue type, capable of spotting and disarming traps. That was also good; back when she fought as a mercenary traps often killed her allies more than actually warriors did. Even things as simple as a hidden shallow hole was enough to stop a charge and send everyone to their deaths. It was embarrassing.

The others didn't really pay Catarina much mind, though they at least introduced themselves. Vivian was a sorcerer and Jarvis was from the Stonehammer clan. Certainly sounded like a name for dwarven people. They seemed to be in a rush to leave, but Catarina wasn't so hasty. "Hold on! We can't just leave! I mean, we haven't even gathered supplies for traveling, or tools to get past traps and obstacles, not to mention that I'm going to need some joint oils for my armor-" But Jarvis gave Catarina a curt dismissal. That temple in the sand had just recently uncovered itself, so there was no telling how much longer they had before the sands covered it up again. Which is understandable, but Catarina disliked heading straight into danger without being properly geared. It wouldn't do them any good if they end up dying because they have forgotten to get something as simple as rope.

At least Catarina had some of her own gear with her. Ropes, Bedrolls, torches, trail rations, grappling hooks, and other things. Standard adventuring gear. But navigating through a desert temple may require more specialized things, and they don't even know what they're getting themselves into. "Hold on, what else do you know about this temple aside that it holds the Chalice of Silence? What does that even do? Was this temple once a tomb for royalty or maybe it's cursed by a demon? We need to know more if you expect us to actually succeed."

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Hibiki had woken up late that morning. She had been spending some time on Deep Ground trying to get EXP, mostly from farming Dissolutions. For a while she thought she was getting a steady amount, but after a while she ended up getting no more EXP from the mobs she killed. She could have killed a hundred more, but they wouldn't have dropped anymore. She wasn't even 1/10 of the way there, forcing her to find new enemies. She kept fighting Dissolutions, trying to learn their patterns, before eventually calling it a night. When she logged off she went to go feed the cat she had found at school. Because her parents weren't around very often, Hibiki could get away with having pets. Apparently, the cat was called "Train".

After waking up sometime before noon, Hibiki went downstairs to watch the television. She missed most of her Saturday morning animes, but she liked the ones closer to noon anyways. The ones in the morning were sappy. As she watched TV, she ate microwaved pizza with the cat. She gave Train catfood, though he tried to eat her pizza too, which she stopped him from doing. "No, bad kitty! This is my pizza!" In the middle of her anime, she received a message from Corpse Collector. Apparently it was time. Hibiki gulped. Things have moved very quickly. One moment she was just a wannabe kingslayer, but now she is part of a bigger, darker conspiracy to kill the king. But this is what she wanted, wasn't it? People who also wanted to topple the black king and remove her from rule? At least that's how Hibiki saw it.

Hibiki saw the Black King as a dangerous wild card to the delicate balance in Deep Ground. Before the guilds never really "Fought" each other and just sorta had competitions. It was peaceful, and Smitten Kitten could use all the guilds to help her in Deep Ground. But ever since the Ebon Strykers came back, things have felt tense in Deep Ground. The Guilds aren't so friendly anymore. After their treasures have been stolen, Smitten Kitten has heard word that they are going to go to war. It was going to be a future of PvP, and Smitten Kitten didn't want to get caught in that. Low level players like her will only end up taking the worse of it as higher level players kill everyone indiscriminately. But if they took out the Black King before that could happen, than a full on war won't happen... Right?

"Go play outside, kitty. I'm going to lay down for a bit." Hibiki went to grab her favorite blanket, tossing it over her as she logged into Deep Ground.

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Good luck, Smitten Kitten!

Smitten Kitten looked around in Deep Ground. She was near the Faded City, where she was hunting down some Dissolutions. She heard fighting in the distance and assumed that it was other players doing their own hunting. Not wanting to get into trouble with outlaws or Sweepers, Smitten Kitten stuck to the shadows and sneaked out of the city. She needed to head to the Black Guild and get ready for whatever it was the Corpse Collector had planned there.

@TheWindel

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Catarina had been in the city of Saphire for over a month now. She's mostly been doing work as the personal guard of a wealthy fur trader, protecting him and his caravan from robbers and raiders. Mostly desert orcs. Her blade has felled many of the monstrous men, but they were hardly a challenge to the warrior. True they were a threat to merchants and common guardsmen, as their numbers and indvidual ferocity made them threatening opponents, but they were disorganized and unskilled. Catarina could take on a whole raiding party on her own, cutting down the Raiders one-by-one.

One month was the duration of Catarina contract, and the merchant had no interest in renewing. While grateful for her service, he has made an alliance with a merchants guild which would provide him skilled guards for all his caravans. Of course he wouldn't mention that for the price he pays Catarina, he could hire ten mediocre guild guardsmen. Catarina likes to think of herself as a noble and just woman, but she was not cheap. Her blade was not earned through sweet but empty words. Money was was a powerful force in this world, as strong as magic, and she wasn't hesitant time use either.

Hence why she'll work for the guild of mages. Catarina bad her father once worked with the Mages Guild once in the past, and it was a delightful experienced. She fought her first demon that day. Now, in this dingy tavern, the Mage Guild now needs adventurers to find a silver chalice for them. Perhaps it was some sort of holy grail or decanter of endless water. Whatever it was, Catarina looked for the representative and those who would later become her future party members.

First to catch her eye was some muscular man with a mask and a falcon perched on his head. His entire appearance screamed “barbarian” from the axe on his back and and tattoos on his body. Next was the hooded human talking to him. Her outfit indicated that she liked being lightly armored and flashy. Perhaps a Bard, or maybe a rogue. Catarina didn't immediately see any weapons or tools on her, so it was hard for her to say what she can do. Next was the dwarf warrior. A stocky, bearded fellow with a mug of ale, a big hammer, and bigger shield. Lastly, there was the elf mage. Though she carried a scythe the elf was dressed far too lightly to be a front line fighter, and the scythe was a common weapon for spell casters, if only for appearances. Typically used on foes who have fallen for a mages charms and enchantments, or wannabe necromancers. Catarina hoped it was the former and not the latter.

Approaching the group Catarina removed her helmet and let her hair down, smiling at those gathered at the table. ”Hello! I am Catarina La’Spada. I take it that you all will take part in this quest?” she then offered her hand to shake with everyone at the table, including the quite old man.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

I'm that friend Cypher mentioned. I hope she's okay. I'll admit when I made her, she's at least level 8 (Based on how many feats she has) even though we're not using actual player levels.

The Chronicles of Dosei: Sands of Blood, A Dungeons and Dragons Roleplay. (Full)

Appearance:

Catarina is often dressed in full plate armor, and despite it's silly appearance, is nonetheless a masterwork set of armor that actually allows Catarina to tumble and parry blows much easier thanks to it's curvy design. Catarina isn't nearly as thick as her armor would imply, though underneath the leather and metal she is certainly a very well muscular and healthy young woman. She has very few cuts or scars despite her experience in battle, though her hands and feet certainly show callouses of swordsmanship. Outside of her armor Catarina doesn't mind feminine dresses and the like, though she typically wears trousers and tunics since they don't get in the way of her armor, should she need to don it quickly. Catarina does like to keep her hair somewhat long (at least shoulder length), though she wraps it up into a bun when she gets into her armor. She generally eschews make up and jewelry even during casual outings, though she may dress up for formal events.

Name: Catarina La'Spada

Age: 23

Race: Human

Class: Fighter

Biography: Catarina is the daughter of a mercenary, her mother being an armorer. Instead of being raised as a "proper" lady as her mother wanted, Catarina was more interested in the romanticized adventure and warfare her father would tell her at bedtime. She grew up learning how to handle the blade instead of courtly things, though she did at least learn how to take care of herself, cooking and living off the land. She joined her father in battle when she was only thirteen years old, at first merely standing by his side and reloading his crossbow, but by the time she was fifteen she took up the sword and killed her first man. It was shocking at first, taking someone's life, but soon she grew to actually like the heat of battle, despite the monumental risk of death and worse. Around the same time Catarina's mother gave brith to a baby boy, her little brother. By the time Catarina was eighteen years old, her father was grievously wounded in a battle and no longer fit to fight. But with the earnings he and Catarina made as mercenaries, they were able to afford a home to settle down in. With a young child to raise, Catarina's mother and father retired as a small smithy to raise the young boy. Catarina however wasn't finished with her life of adventure yet, and set off to earn fame and fortune, making sure to send some of it back home to take care of her mother and father.

Skills: Catarina is a very skilled fighter, specializing in the bastard sword. She's also a highly-trained duelist and knows how to handle a weapon in each hand, though she often prefers the use of sword and shield. Catarina's personal sword is called Domina, a blessed Mythril Bastard Sword. She's capable of a variety of combat maneuvers, such as tripping or disarming her foe. She also has a light spiked shield which she knows how to use well, and often uses both her sword and shield in tandem while in battle. She's strong enough that her blows often cleave through one enemy and into another, allowing her to clear opponents who thought to surround her. Lastly she's proficient with other weapons aside her sword, though she's carries a crossbow and a dagger made of cold iron. Catarina is no monk, but she's also a capable hand-to-hand fighter, though of course she prefers a weapon.