Searat

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The dire rat and the wisp just arrived where the disturbance was reported. Jason was there, as well as Asura, Ardur, Asteria, Mother Rat, Mother Slime,...and the skeleblins. Ed drops his meal off his back rather unceremoniously and begins to pace back and forth nervously with his eyes shut tight, as the chaos of the situation threatens to boil over to further violence. 'Oh God...why THEM! Of all the things you could have caused the ruckus; why did it have to be Asura and Ardur fighting the fucking skeletons!' Ed desperately complained to God in his mind.

In his past life, Edward did not like anything concerning the undead in any form. From whispered stories claiming that there was a dead girl's ghost that would haunt you forever if you don't send the text forward to a set number of people in one night to the universally loved holiday of Halloween. He hated, or more accurately, feared them with a passion. Ever since 10 year old Ed decided it was a smart move to watch 'The Evil Dead' alone, in the middle of night when his parents told him specifically that he was too young to watch such scary films. Young Ed would show them that he was brave enough to watch.

Goddammit, younger Ed. Why were you so damned stupid?

His parents awoke in the wee hours of the morning to find him screaming his lungs out, but the damage was done. Ed was forever scarred by the movie and had an irrational fear to anything undead related. Something that he carried over to his second life.

'Okokokok...Ed you're being a big baby about this. Stop this shit. Go help your friends.' Ed chided himself as he was merely pacing while the others were doing their best to stop the mess. He puffed up his chest and tried to muster as much bravery his little body could have possibly mustered. He felt strong. Indomitable. Like he could take the world on and win.

He then opened his eyes and caught sight of the animated skelebois. There the authentic undead specimens stood. No smoke nor mirrors. A genuine, 100% real, undead. "OhGodwhythefuckdidithavetobetheundead..." He mutters to himself. His bravery, crashing down like a small pillar of sand struck by a massive wave.

Ed, defeated and frozen in place, could only clamp his mouth shut as his body unwillingly produced a sad, muffled, cry while his eyes watered in fear.

Stats

LVL: 5
HP: Healthy
SP: Rested
MP: Full

Effect/s: Fear

SKILLS:

Unspent Skill Points: 12
Current Skills:
Beast Sense I (1.6)
Rabid Fit I (1.2)
Stronger I (1.05) ACTIVE
Muffle I (1.0) ACTIVE
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<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
SKILL PROGRESS:
Material Analysis (0.2)
Magic Analysis (0.6)
Monster Analysis (0.6)
Faster (0.4)
Warcry (0.1)
Alert (0.3)
Dextrous (0.6)
Tremor Sense (0.025)
Mental Resistance (0.9)
Telepathy (0.075)
Mana Shape (0.6)
Focus (0.6)
Shield (0.5)
Mana Shell (0.3)
Soil Manipulation (0.45)
Overwork (0.5)
Harder (0.2)
Crafting (0.25)
First Aid (0.1)
Meditate (0.3)
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Inventory:
-Lizard Stomach Water skin x 1 [Very Worn] ; (Contains with 5 mana crystals)

Action Summary

Scared because of Skelebois
Trying to muster enough strength to break the fear and be of help.
Failed miserably.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Roy was left dumbstruck by the actions of the new arrival that willingly confronted the gigantic brute. Stunned to the point that all of his companion had already acted to bring down the beast. The plan was foiled even before the cyclopes could move a distance away from the orc woman's base. 'Dammit all to the nine hells!' Roy scowled in frustration before drawing his flintlock pistol and took aim at the prone form of the beast. Creatures as big as this cyclopes would have difficulty in attempting to get up. Roy would make it even more difficult for it to regain it's footing. He levels the pistol in his hand and with a thunderous roar of the gun. The bullet darts out of the muzzle at near supersonic speeds, before finding its mark upon the left calf of the giant.

Clicky

Attack Roll: 25
Flintlock Pistol Damage: 11

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Stunned that someone was foolish enough to engage the cyclopes.
Shot the cyclopes in the leg to hinder it's movements.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Blood surged through his veins and time seemed to slow down to a snail's pace as the goblin pack's leader stood in front of him and cackled.

To most adventurers, a goblin would be nothing but a nuisance; a pebble on their path. Though things are vastly different in the eyes of the commoner. There are numerous 'boogeymen' that prowled and hunted in these wild and untamed lands, and goblins are no exception. Small as they are, goblins are vile and sadistic creatures that rarely deserve any form of mercy. There are stories of hordes burning small villages and torturing their captives and victims. Some tales even describe in detail to what evils they could do, from simple vandalism and thievery, to burning families alive for the sake of a good laugh. Tragic as it may be, tales like these are all too common a story in the frontier lands.

The man could see it in the goblin's eyes. It didn't think Ethan was going to put up much of a fight. It was mistaken. Sorely mistaken. At five feet away, a ranged weapon would be at a disadvantage and the sling is no exception to the rule. Though no matter the disadvantage it had, Ethan had to try at least. The young man quickly loading a stone into the sling and sends it flying to the creature's face. Not letting up, he lunges forward and swings the torch with all his might at the goblin.

Clicky

Sling Attack with Disadvantage: 16 + 3 = 19, 12 + 3 = 15
Torch Attack: 13 + 3 = 16
Sling Damage Roll: 1 + 2 = 3
Torch Damage Roll: 4 + 1 + 2 = 7

Inventory

[Equipped Items]
-Traveler's Clothes x 1
-Fancy Hat x 1
-Torch (Club) [Lit] x 1 [Off Hand]
-Satchel's Leather Strap (Sling) x 1 [Main Hand]
-Pockets full of Stones (9 Rocks)

[Items in Small Satchel]
[Items]
-Pouch containing 1 gp x 1
-Jeweled Ring (worth 10 gp) x 1
-Metal Flute x 1
-Poorly wrought maps of homeland x 1
-Corrected map x 1
-Torches x 2
-Tinderstick Bundle x 1
-Low quality folding knife x 1
[Key Items]
-None

[Items in Durable Pack]
[Items]
-Walking Stick (Quarter Staff) x 1 [NEW!]
[Key Items]
-Satchel of herbs and spices x 1
-Message Parcel for Sips x 1
-Small Satchel x 1 [NEW!]

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
"Griffin, the store owner is being uncooperative. Do I have your permission to detain him for hindering a federal investigation? Or would you have an alternative means to make him more cooperative?" The golem asks the vampire agent. Astra had some built in scrying spells that would work on even the most uncooperative beings; though the issue was that doing an invasive scry would violate a number of their rights. Though if push came to shove, she would use it. Lives were on the line and she was not willing to endanger or sacrifice any more lives just because a supernatural was being uncooperative.

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@Phantomlink959
The old man nodded and laughed at the dijin's joke. Though soon he purses his lips as he scans his aged mind for relevant information for the 'veteran' that stood before him. "I...hmm. Yes, I served in the Gallipoli Campaign. 22nd infantry brigade, 'The Thunderers.' I tell you now Argus, Richard; they were some of the dumbest, meanest, and bravest bastards that I could ever have served with but I wouldn't dare have switched to another brigade other than them." Argus then asked about his grandchildren. The old gentleman already had a wide smile, but at the mention of his descendants, his smile widened even more and there was a spark of life behind the old man's bespectacled eyes. "No issue, Argus. No issue. I would say that this year would make me..." The old man begins to mutter to himself and uses both sets of fingers before nodding in satisfaction. "...about 353 years old? More or less." The old man states nonchalantly, not even considering that such an age would be impossible for a human being. He then produced a worn leather wallet and opened it to reveal dozens of photographs. "Back to the matter of my descendants..." He rambles and gushes for approximately twenty five minutes regarding his grandchildren and the fact that he was there to meet the newest member of the family tree. "The handsome young lad's name is James. Brilliant isn't it? I can't wait to meet him and reconnect with the family." Argus asks about George. "Nothing really wrong with him. A little too chatty for a grown man like himself, but I do enjoy spending time with him." The old man replies honestly, as if he didn't realize that George was not alive, or for that matter, a rotting animated cadaver.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

That's two people down, two more and I save the buff for later.

Ruins of Norn: Walking Apocalypse

Got it. But before anything else, does anyone want temporary HP now or during the actual fight?

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter
The golem agent nodded at the vampire and turned her attention back to the evidence, and possibly their only lead to their rogue shape shifter. Picking up the nail she found earlier, she places it in her mouth and begins analyzing what creature was the nail originally from.

Analyzing Substance...Complete.
Substance Identified as: Fingernail (Human, Male)
Sample Age: 1 hour/s 03 minute/s

Proposal: Locate Species under genus Forma Mutatnte capable of mimicking and shape shifting into humanoid shape.

Processing...Complete.
Species Capable of Mimicry and Shifting into Humanoid Shape: 47
System is Unable to Specify Exact Species

Proposal: Locate and gather more evidence.

system

"Griffin, there are 47 species capable of mimicking humans as well as capable turning into a human or humanoid form. The system cannot specify any one species until further evidence is gathered." She then turns to face the store owner. "False. If you had any form of security system or a means to record data, may it be visual and/or auditory; a federal investigation such as this requires the most thorough collection of data and evidence. Thus refusal to provide said data, is a criminal offence." She states as a matter of fact, her monotone voice and stoic visage emanating a professional aura. "Also, if this establishment has a second floor or a back room, we would like to search those areas as well."

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@Phantomlink959
Richard nods, but keeps quiet as the senior agent conversed with the elderly man. "Well met, fellow veterans. I commend your valor and your sacrifice." The old man replies with a broad smile and a rather genuine salute of respect to the two. He lowers his arm and replies to the dijin's question. "Quite correct, Argus. There is nothing better in the world than a walk in the calm lazy morning." The old man lets out a content sigh before speaking again. "I was actually on my way to see my great-great-great-great grandchildren." He turns to 'George' and shakes him playfully by the shoulder. "...but George over here is quite the chatterbox and been eating up my time. Shame on you George." The zombie does not reply and keeps staring at Richard. "Well, of course I forgive you. What are friends for!"

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

The events that had transpired happened so quickly that the blue furred dire rat was left dumbstruck...that or the fact that on their way down off the rock, Ed smacked his head onto the ground first. Not enough to lead to injury but forceful enough to discombobulate the boy. While the dust settled around him, he stared at his surroundings with some disbelief, questioning if the event really had happened. For a scant few seconds, Ed simply stared in the distance with a blank look in his eyes. He was snapped out of his stupor by Danny. Ed did not expect anyone to follow him here, and combined with the relatively silent floating by the wisp; Danny speaking to him startled the dire rat. Ed, seeing as it was just Danny, visibly relaxed and let out a long sigh. "Jesus Christ, Danny...don't go sneaking up on me like that." He tells the wisp while shaking off the excess dust and moisture from his body like a dog would. "An explosion near the mouth of the cave? That doesn't sound good." Ed then looks at the lizard corpse and feels his stomach grumble still. The small amount of meat inside of his stomach was not enough, but the explosion near the entrance sounded urgent...so Ed decides to kill two birds with one stone.

He would just carry his meal all the way to the cave mouth. The body that Ed possessed was physically stronger than most, that was a given fact; but with the [Stronger I] skill he already had, carrying a single corpse across a short distance would likely be no problem for him. After hoisting and balancing the corpse upon his back, the young dire rat was ready to go to the mouth of the cave and investigate.

Stats

LVL: 5
HP: Healthy
SP: Rested
MP: Full

Effect/s:

SKILLS:

Unspent Skill Points: 12
Current Skills:
Beast Sense I (1.6)
Rabid Fit I (1.2)
Stronger I (1.05) ACTIVE
Muffle I (1.0) ACTIVE
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<UNUSABLE SKILLS>
SKILL PROGRESS:
Material Analysis (0.2)
Magic Analysis (0.6)
Monster Analysis (0.6)
Faster (0.4)
Warcry (0.1)
Alert (0.3)
Dextrous (0.6)
Tremor Sense (0.025)
Mental Resistance (0.9)
Telepathy (0.075)
Mana Shape (0.6)
Focus (0.6)
Shield (0.5)
Mana Shell (0.3)
Soil Manipulation (0.45)
Overwork (0.5)
Harder (0.2)
Crafting (0.25)
First Aid (0.1)
Meditate (0.3)
<UNUSABLE SKILLS>

Inventory:
-Lizard Stomach Water skin x 1 [Very Worn] ; (Contains with 5 mana crystals)

Action Summary

Stands in disbelief for a brief few moments, maybe from shock maybe from conking his head on the way down.
Forgot about embarrassing situation and mostly dried off by the fall off the rock.
Still hungry but Explosions near the entrance warrant urgent attention.
Decides to bring the Fanged lizard corpse along for the trip.
Used innate strength combined with [Stronger I] to make carrying his meal easier.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Phantomlink959
The younger agent takes a seat beside the Dijin. All the while the zombies seemed to ignore them and continue in aimless wanderings around the fountain. "Understood. Refrain from violence and detain the suspect peacefully if possible." The human agent nods and approaches the old man. This does not go unnoticed by the old man, who welcomes Richard with a smile, and the zombies that suddenly stop wandering and glare at the man with their non-functioning eyes and teeth bared. "Good morning, young one! What can I do to you this fine day, today?" The agent did his best to avoid expressing his fear, nor anxiety as he replied to the old man's statement. "G-good morning to your self as well, Mr..." Richard paused to see if the older gentleman would give him his name. "Ah, where are my manners. My name is Bradley Aiken and this rather chatty gentleman over here is George, a good and dear friend of mine." The old gentleman laughs and pats the zombie beside him a little too hard and an eyeball pops out of it's skull.

"My word George! Such rudeness to our guest!" The old man chides his 'friend' while returning the lost eye to where it belongs. "I apologize on his behalf."He then notices the man beyond Richard. "Excuse me sir? But, did you know its rude to eavesdrop on a conversation? Or mayhaps you be a friend of Mr..." "Ri-richard Anselm, Mr. Aiken." The old man looks at Richard as if he had grown a horn and called himself a unicorn. "Mr. Aiken? Pah, that was my father's name! I insist you call me Mr. Bradley." The old man laughs again and Richard joins him with uneasy laughter as the zombies never once broke their gazes from him as soon as he got within 5 feet of the older man.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Phantomlink959
"Ah, so that's what happened that day? Goodness gracious, I believed the other agents saying it was a gas pipe explosion." The man raised a knuckle to his lips and uses it to stifle a chuckle. "We had to shower with ice cold water for a week and a half because of you! Hehehe." The man shakes his head side to side gently as he lets the feeling go away. Not a moment too soon, they had the laughter and his partner noticed the faint scents in the air. He didn't need to told twice when Argus gave him orders. The laughter grew louder and louder until they came upon a fountain with a statue of an angel holding a harp, eyes closed as if playing a gentle lullaby for the dead. There sat a well dressed old man on one of the four benches that surrounded the fountain.

He was not alone, he was accompanied by a half dozen animated corpses that seemed to aimlessly wander the area but rarely going father than 15 feet away from the man, nor showing any aggression towards the pair of bureau agents. Even more Strange was the man that was chatting up one of the corpses that was seated beside him. "...and I was like: 'that's no fine lady, that's my mother-in-law!'" The man bursts out laughing his ass off to the point of wheezing and slapping his knee; like that joke was the best one he had heard his whole life, while his 'companion' merely stared blankly into the distance without a care in the world. Richard was not sure about his partner, but this had to be the strangest sight he had ever personally witnessed in his whole life.