ShwiggityShwah

o hi dur

I would find something story based then. No dice no stats, just imagination and writing.

Hope you write some great stories!

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

@Zetsuko

Yikes that mecha armor though. Kinda cool that hes a cute fox under all that.

Still nice to see a mage type character. Approved.

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@Voltus_Ventus

Magnificent

An honor to try to weave her a story.

Accepted.

Sticks And Stones [Post-Apoc/High Fantasy Hybrid]

I'm sorry guys, I'm actually on my way out of rping. I'll be slowly removing myself form rps over the next couple of weeks. I apologize that I could never really get started with this one.

I hope you all have fun.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

Argh my posts always feel longer than they actually are...

The Legend of Gobbledygook

A Little Spider on a Big Adventure

That's the Gobbledygook?

From far above came the little spider, approaching just as close as he could from the cobwebs to make his descent, the walls of wood and interwoven roots. Easy to climb for a spinster, and merely just to get a closer look. His mum told him of the creatures of the Tangle as she was a fan of the stories the merchant tailors would bring to his corner of the cobwebs and Little Ozzy thought he knew them all by now. He already knew that a bunch of the kings men would be here, scoping the scene, finding the clues. They would search high and low, but no one could search higher than Ozzy.

As they all came, all departed, all of them weeping or worried about the fate of the Tangle and the fate of those encased in stone, Ozzy had a feeling of strange hope inside of him as he saw the frozen beautiful form of the Gobbledygook. He was a fan of stories, and in every story, the beautiful things always had a happy ending. Ozzy wondered why the stories were never about the spinsters. He figured that they were clever enough to never get into trouble, and no one would want to here a story like that. That'd be boring.

Still, the tree tops of the gardens weaved too and fro and high above the ground. Ozzy approached, descending, his legs and feet always finding the right spot as he got closer. Eventually he was almost over it, but a few dozen feet or so, thats hardly even a problem for him. He set to work, his silk spinneret kicking into gear as he placed it on a line. He wanted to go right over it. Maybe the clue was on top of the Gobbledygook. He betted no one would look atop it. And if there wasn't something up there, atleast he could see it up close.

Creeping down, down, lower, lower, he saw a woman in a hood, then an old man, and finally, gasp! A fairy!? Wow such wonderful creatures were all here! But there were statues here too... maybe it wasnt a safe place to be, maybe he should

*Snap*

Maybe Ozzy wasn't as light as he though.

He realized for a moment that descent had become a fall and there was an awful "YIIPPPPEEE!!!" as the spider fell into a bush with an awful rustle. His yarn and clothes and hats and socks, they were everywhere as his basket topple on it side in the clearing. Some lay where they fell, a shoe there, some jeans there, even a little cute stitched and stuffed bear landed at the robes of Lady Leaza. Other articles of clothing glided down gracefully as if ribbons in the air, almost floating with a ballet's poise, much more than their eight legged owner. The spider emerged from the bush, his hats over his eyes. "Maybe perhaps I should have spoken, maybe that branch would not have broken."

Clearing his vision and gathering his ties, and jackets, and skirts, he noticed that he may have perhaps caused a commotion. His big eyes blinked for a moment. He raised a hand, mitten upon it.

"Good afternoon." He says with a smile most inviting.

Bloodrose Irregulars - After The Fall (Dark Fantasy Adventure) -=Remake=-

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Pox had been turning the far corner into little scorched patches of black soot and scratches, really hammering that archer with what he had. It was actually on the last bomb that he and the archer had an exchange. Not moving enough to notch the arrows, the last bomb would be more accurate then the others, but it was a trade off as he notched arrows, two no three at a time.

Pox was the target and thankfully no one was next to him against the wild arrows. Missing the first was easy, that was a miss. The next one, it was a hit but it dinged off the metal lense of his mask. The enchantment held true and he only received a surprising clunk for his trouble and a crack over his left lens. The next volley even as his bomb went off, one miss, but then a direct his, in the process of moving left leg was struck, the head burrowing deep. It was enough to make Pox stumble even as the last arrow whizzed through the air and socked him into the chest, knocking the wind out of him and burrowing deep, past aprong, past leather, and burying itself deep into flesh. Pox was knocked back by the hit but amazingly seemed to remain on his feet. He seemed ready to fall over in an instant, leg, chest injured but yet he remained up, nearly motionless.
_{You don't have my permission to die. You don't get to feel pain. You haven't earned it. No excuses. You stay up.}
Pox's twitching hand went to a oddly ornate syringe on his hip. He plunged it into his thigh and he seemed to almost come back to life again, sinking back behind the line of battle. He went to work on himself. He looked at his thigh, he took the arrow, struggling, he pushed it through the meat and out the back, barely making more then a stiffled whimper as another wound opened on him. He snapped the arrow, pulling the head through one side of his leg and the shaft through the other. His hand glowed green as he held his leg, applying the healing magic to seal the tissue damage.

The chest was a trickier injury, he felt the wound and knew his lung was punctured. It wouldn't be able to inflate properly. He went to his pouch and applied tincture after drug after potion, at one point he just stuck a syringe into his chest next to the arrow and topped the plunge. an unsettling hiss escaped from it as he released the pressure in his lung. He worked fast, but he wasn't finished, but he focused on the battle, surveying if the others were also injured.

He said coughing, sputtering up blood in his mask as he put a hand up "Blla-hackk- I'm oookay..." before holding his chest. He was still standing thanks to his drugs, it only hurt when he breathed. "Just need someone to rip this out..."

He had to deal with it. Pulling the arrow on his own out was agonizing and would open the hole worse. He couldn't just push this one out his back. He'd need some time to perform the proper surgeries so a healing spell would have to be enough for now, but he needed this silly arrow out of his chest to mend the flesh. Maybe that big fellow could rip the arrow out of him, in the meantime, he still had another lung. Thank goodness for spares...

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

”Okay, so not going back there for a while.”

Ozzy has managed to figure out how to fly and make notes in his journal. It was harder than it looked as unlike the harpies, flying didn’t exactly come naturally to the amalgamation of monster and human. Still having little to do but look inside his own head or enjoy the view when going from place to place, Ozzy made sure to put the claws on his feet to good use. Holding the book while he penned in his thoughts and experiences, an onlooker would find this aerial acrobatics kind of awkward, but Ozzy got by.

Lokdar Swamp was his last destination. He got curious. The country he was in was monster territory primarily, being this close to the Demon Kingdom of Lymeria, it just made sense. Ozzy was curious to the types of monsters that would lay within the undeveloped wilderness, when most of the towns to his study were quite monster friendly. The swamps seemed like a good place to visit if only to get some observations.

What happened was that landing on a branch got him dangerous close to a Lilarune during blooming season. Having politely declined their advances, they attempted to use their sap to attempt to knock him to the ground. He got a particularly bad hit while retreating, making his wing almost useless. Only getting a few dozen yards away, he scrambled to catch a tree branch, only just barely missing it. Then, around his foot, he felt a slimy tentacle reach up to claim him. It was a batch of tentacle plants that was growing like a bush at the base of the tree. The rest of his trip was spent trying to get his wings to work, while holding onto the branch and clawing away at the mobile plant with his free foot.

By the time he was back in the air, Ozzy was nearly exhausted, looking about as bad as he felt. Thankfully it was nothing but a nice peaceful forest below him now with the makings of civilization just beyond it. Ozzy figured rather than risk running into any other bit of unpleasantness that building in the distance would be where he would rest for a bit.

Hopefully it was some kind of inn, and hopefully it was open.

Landing just off the paved road nearby he rubbed his soar wings with a groan. Stretching them out then folding them up, making them look a little bit like a unremarkable cape. This was intentional, the same way his sandals looked like boots with the way he covered his claws. It was sometimes very convenient to come across as human at first glance. You never know who was with the Order, and who just plan didn’t like monsters. Ozzy was on a mission of peace and understanding but he could completely understand how monsters could leave a bad taste in people’s mouths. Despite all that though, his owl like elongated eyebrows would probably tell an onlooker that something was up. There was only so much he could do.

Looking presentable, he approached the building, taking note of the sign. “The Guild?” He went up to the billboard, there were notes and posters of various things. Most were what looked like requests, wanted posters, job offerings, lost objects or people. Ozzy seemed puzzled, it was a job board but this was a single building in the middle of nowhere. He took notice that a lot of the jobs seemed to be related to monsters. Not many involved actually doing any harm, but required forays into demon realms, a dangerous prospect for a human. Could it be?

Ozzy heard about this place, the name didn’t ring a bell but he would rarely hear tale of monsters working together in human settlements, maybe even with human partners. Mercenary work it sounded like, but the implications were pretty extraordinary if you thought about it. Places like this might be pioneering for human monster cohabitation and economic symbiosis. It was something Ozzy simply had to observe. The insights he could find would greatly assist with his research. Maybe places like these hold the key.

@PaulHaynek

Stepping in the double doors, Ozzy was actually taken aback by how the loud orange haired man seemed to step out with a greeting. He called it the Guild. And Ozzy agreed. With a gentle polite chuckle. ”It’s a good name. Straight to the point.” And then it came to the subject of a request. Ozzy wondered if he meant give them a job. He didn’t have a lot of money on him. And then he mentioned something else. If he couldn’t write? Maybe Ozzy was right, maybe this place dealt with monsters too. His mother didn’t have any proper hands, but she could still hold a pen.

Ozzy began. ”Ahem. Yes, yes I hope you can.” He took out his journal from his pack, filled with the cultures and observations of various monster and human settlements and habitats. He started with a big hopeful smile. ”I’m a researcher by trade. I am on an expedition to observe and catalog human and monster cultures so that in the future we can have a better future together. If you can, I’d like to be able to see some human or monster or both engaging in a professional partnership. Seeing how they work with each other and engage in the group dynamics of their relationship would be incredibly beneficial to my research. There aren’t that many examples I could find, even in other monster friendly countries. Do you have anything like that?” His head cocked to the side slightly, a slight harpy mannerism he picked up.

The Legend of Gobbledygook

Should have something today.

The Skies of Elysia: Airships, Aliens, and Adventure (Closed)

@Rusticgopher

Cough rules cough