ShwiggityShwah

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

Mind if I get the ball rolling @Lmpkio?

A Pirate's Life in Fiore |EasilyAmused & ShwiggityShwah|

I'm closing on a house and irl stuff is really piling on. I'll be delayed in response.

The Fading Light of V'landriel (Closed for Soft Reboot)

I've never done a nation rp. I'm willing to try.

Either a society or erudite meritocracy that favors study and technological achievement or a culture completely designed to benefit a number of noble houses, with each house holding it's own economic and military power and goals.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

@rush99999

Mari was tall, even for a human, and always had problems sleeping on the cots. She gets up cracking her back every morning. "Damn thing. Aye. Mornin." Jacoby gave his shpeel which caused the warrior woman to get to her feet to get her plate on. "Finally! We get that key, and then literal smooth sailing."

Abrih'm was a bit more reserved and less excited, his age showing whenever he addresses someone, giving him a constant air that he'd rather do anything else but comment. He scratched his long dwarven beard and yawned. "Still no guarantee he's gonna give us the time of day with the whole city waitin for him."

Mari was already buckling up her gear. "He will if I challenge him right then and there." For a paladin, Mari was impulsive.

"Oh yeah, that's going to go over well." The dwarf didnt look too thrilled at the task at hand. Pulling on his trousers over his small clothes and then thumbing his shirt. "Something still bothers me. I never heard of these keys before the Arch Priest brought them up and I can't find no mention in the books I've brought. I'm wondering if there's a way to get him alone."

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@EliteOne 800

The group were in the middle of talking. Three sailors, man, woman, male halfling. They were taking a break from what seemed like wrapping stringes of paper flowers around railings.

The Halfling was leading the discussion. "-Ya heard me. Ol Cap'n Crossroads was a man once, just like me."

"But taller." The woman said, untangling a string. Getting a grin from the two men.

"Aye but taller!" The halfling standing up straight. "He was just a mortal man, when he decided to marry Osprem, Goddess of the Sea. He yelled to the four winds a chanty so beautiful it made the sirens weep with shame-"

"I hears is that he pulled the heart out of a Kraken, drinkin the blood made him more than man."

"This patron of yours...Is he more than an official?"

The Halfling sputtered a laugh and turned. "An official- please he's oooooooo wow you're a tall one." The group looked at the intimidating figure for a moment but they've seen him aboard before, but this was the first they ever heard the man speak. The halfling was quick to get his barings before getting onto a railing. "We got the council of Captains for the city's runnings, but Cap'n Crossroads, he keeps the Floatilla safe. A captain and sailor without peer. He circles the city, keeping all manner of storm witch and deep dwelling creatures at bay! He warns us of bad seas and fish to catch. He's out there alone most of the year, only coming back to port on holidays. Just like today, and thats a when the party's startin. I bet he can even drink a feller like you under the table." He said with a charm, just poking a bit of fun. "How are you going to be celebrating big guy, if I might ask? Welcome to hang with us."

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@lunarius@Arthanus

"Acar treshi!"
"I don't know what that means!"

She started the call and the crowd reverberated back to her in a calamitous shout. It made about as much sense as most of the morning. The ones that weren't making preparation were raiding the dinner ships with their open air food stalls, fire spits, and barrel tables and stools. Even at 8 in the morning, the kegs were tapped and some of the people were doing their absolute damnd'est to get as drunk as quickly as possible.

The catgirl was getting into it, and as people got used to her, even kids tried to get closer, ooo'ing and aaa'ing at the weird traveler and daring each other to touch her tail.

Soltana would recognize a hand on his shoulder as he viewed the jovial chaos. It was the hand of a pugilistic but very friendly gentleman others call Little Tim, despite being a Half Orc of seven feet tall. He looked down at the man who fought with him in the duels with a big grin, his tusks on each end of his lips. "Hitting the keg before hitting the pit today Sol?" He asked the warrior.

The buxom wench of a server addressed the two gentleman. Tim ordered for him raising two fingers. "Two roasted pheasants, no, make that three!" He whistled. "Hey catgirl! Plenty of time for table dancing later! Eat with us!"

He took a seat next to the Hunter, his stein of grog hitting the table as he took a seat addressing Soltana. "Girls got a panther with her, and Russ has been boasting about wrestling a bear. Got 20 gold says he's full of it. Figured a Panther would be more than a match for him."

Jigokuraku Academy

AREA 4 to AREA 1

Collab with @ERode

And then he was blind sided by something. He noticed it last minute and only got a hand up and a knee bent before he was slammed. He had the wind knocked out of him, a tree blocking his force as he felt his vision blur and a throbbing pain in his chest and his back. He had worse, but he knew a punch when it was thrown at him. His family would put him through the ringer when he misbehaved and he would walk around with the bruises to show for it. But this was the real deal, someone picked a fight with him, and he knew it was something he needed to beat.

The creature before him, a heavy mutant, or an animal. A crocodile, and big. Probably heavy too. Disadvantaged here too. The lighter the foe, the easier time he would have. But still, his arm flexed, wiped his mouth and bent his knees getting into form. He didn't care how it tracked him, his turbines were loud as it was, so sneaking around was never really his deal. Mobility was his quirk, but he himself, all combat and he wasn't a newbie either.

He stared down the crocodile with almost a grin. Getting pumped up to finally have something that felt like work actually try reveal itself to him. "Traps and cheap shots. Hah. You must be a chump." He widened his stance, he was ready, the trees and grass rip roaring, it was hard to tell where the wind was blowing, in or out, a little hurricane all his own, sending that smell in all directions unbeknownst to him. Excitement in his very soul. "Maybe I'm lucky after all."

He sprung forward, making it seem his direction was a line forward, but he was ready now, he was prepared for a sudden burst to change directions midflight, he wanted to fake out the creature, make it attack or defend at his speed, then nab at another angle. Scales or not, a kick to the face was a kick to the face.

[Hiroki Action: Move-Advance; Action- Feint

A kick to the face was a kick to the face, but what Hiroki kicked was an unmoving wall, his turbine augmented blow only eliciting an animalistic growl from the beast. Hardly any reaction at all, and a less arrogant man may have wondered of the kick did more damage to himself than the scaled monolith before him. Such thoughts had no place here though, as the beast responded in kind, a wild haymaker arcing towards the turbine boy.

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Heavy armored. Why the hell not?

The kick was well placed, the toe striking, and thankfully the steel tip absorbed the blow rather than the bone it protected, and mid motion he rolled with the momentum. Staying mid air to fight was something he figured he would need to do in the future. His options were getting pretty limited.

He felt the body surge as a shoulder heaved over to strike him. The engines blasted and he was away before the claws hit. He needed some distance, and considered his options. The big ugly might have set the stage, but Hiroki didn't show him everything. He made his way back into the mine field of marbles. Either he was immune, or just knew where they were... He flew towards a nearby tree, swinging onto his feet from a branch he caught. He got ready to move. Whenever he moved the miist would be disturbed.

[Hiroki Action: Action-Dodge; Move into Area 4]

Dropping onto all fours as Hiroki blasted back, the beast gave chase, bulldozing through any pesky obstacles in its path. Rusted appliances were bashed out of the way, smaller trees were bent and broken, and any mutilated mannequin was crushed under foot. If Hiroki had simply been on foot, the beast doubtlessly would have caught him, but the pseudo jet engines that made up his arms afford him mobility unmatched amongst his peers.

There was no pause or hesitation in its rampage as Hiroki brought the fight to the marble ladened field, but from his vantage point amongst the branches, the lad could certainly see that the beast's path was no longer arrow-straight; it weaved through overgrown grass instead, before ferociously slamming the trunk of the tree with its tail, sending it toppling down with Hiroki still on it.

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This was super risky, but he got the sight of the bob and weave. He had an idea.

He changed blades. He started the wind up of his blades. Just a few seconds. He took the time between the tree slam and try to find another branch that would support him. He just to the sight of one when the tall slammed the tree, almost knocking him off his feet. The wind picked up again.

He ran two steps along the branch and pushed off. He pointed his arms downward but instead of moving, he continued on his jumping arc. A suction of wind picked up leaves, twigs, rocks, he had his hand opened, twigs and rocks, pulverized in his blades, but the color, the colors would stand out, enough for him to move his fingers to lock it (just like catching balls in school, wee bit smaller but if he was lucky he'd get a few). The suction would work on both hands before he had to reach out and catch himself, not quite enough to land on the branch. He kept his arm out, hopefully loosening the marbles and driving them into his hand.

[Hiroki Action: Move-other tree, currently dangling dozen feet above ground. Hiroki used Suction, to gather marbles ***weird fight***]

The beast growled as many colored marbles, alongside the mist itself, funneled towards Hiroki, scraps of verdant debris joining in. But at such a height, there wasn't much reason to give chase, so it waited down below, muscled legs coiled in preparation for the next move.

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So he had some advantages. Height speed. He expected to get snatched from the air but nothing happened.

The wind ceasing, Hiroki could only hope the mist hid his true intentions. Fist of his prize in hand he used it to vault up into the branch, not much use save to lie there, gripping the trunk and look down. But the question was what now?

He had a moment to breath, the mist resettling as the crocodile monster viewed him. He felt like a cat against a... well, crocodile. He was safe in the air, but he couldn't count on being saved, and he couldn't count on the villain staying there to pin him down. He had to find those dummies. He had to get this villain. Even with his plan, even if it went off, he had a bunch of problems afterwards.

He looked off in the distance. Open ground past the trees. Maybe he could--- "Can't keep playing around with you snappy." The engines started and he fell. He aimed his turbines at the creature below him. The intake would suck in the mist while the outtake would jet him away from the croc. "Just try to catch me!" He bolted back away, bee lining for the heaps of appliances and scraps. He was going for distance, not height, rocketing along the ground. He needed to hit the ground running and play keep away when the engines gave out.

Maybe he'd need help after all. Getting closer to the bus would get their attention.

[Hiroki Action: Moving towards the dump heap in direction of Area 1]

The reptilian beast watched Hiroki backtrack towards the scrap heap again and followed behind, confidence stemming from the tracks it had left through the park. Backtracking completely, it retraced its own path in a light run before breaking off into a sprint once more. For that six second burst, Hiroki was undoubtedly faster, but over longer distances, it was clear who would come out on top.

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Engines started to give and he was on his feet in a run, heart pounding, feet hitting dirt. He hit track in school, and it showed, and it helped but he knew that bounding four legged freak would get to him. Even if he reached the parts that weren't parted, what was going to stop him from just barreling over another trash heap. He got atleast far enough in the distance to let the mist sort of hide him, as little good as that would give him.

Thankfully, the creature made the ground nice and open with its thrashing. On several swings of his fist with his sprint, he let a marble fall while he turned the blades. A few seconds, this had to work. The marbles landed in the disturbed dirt, rolled casually along the sprinting path.

He didn't know how they worked but the'y better! He didn't look back, only listened... if it got close he'd only have a split second to brace for impact and then he'd be at square one and much worse for ware!

[Hiroki Action: Action- Set marble trap. Move- Running like hell!]

The scent trail, the blood hunt, the roar of the heart and the flare of the nostrils. Its approach flattened all in its path, and no matter how much Hiroki strained his ears, he couldn’t hear any great thud that would indicate that the beast had fallen to his marble ploy. No, the stomps themselves, punctuated by what sounded like cracking glass, revealed just what had happened.

With such impressive weight, the marbles were pushed into the dirt rather than sliding over it, and the impact that Hiroki expected if his ploy failed came immediately after that realization. Another shoulder check, and he crashed through the bushes into the tarmac of a fractured road. The beast slowed its own approach, unleashing another roar that rattled the bones, before thumping towards the turbine boy, one heavy step at a time.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

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It didn't work.

"GAH!" Hiroki didn't have time, only lifting off the ground to take another couple hundred pounds of force barreling at him. Getting hit by a car, you should probably roll with it. And roll he did.

He hit the tarmack and rolled onto his stomach, a twitch as he got back to his senses. He sputtered, expecting to be hurt worse. Of course, these were the teachers, this was a test. If it was a real villain he'd have a broken back right now.

"Damn you..." He felt humiliated and insulted, as he got to his feet. "I'm not done... Not a chance." He got to his feet, gritted teeth and hateful yellow eyes as he stared down the villain. Dwarfed by him, pounds of muscle and scales and yet Hiroki shouted in defiance. Fists clenched and engines blaring.

"I'M TAKING YOU DOWN!!!"

@Delta44@follycle

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

@Arthanus@lunarius@rush99999@EliteOne 800

Repost your character links in the IC.

Any questions reach out to me. You have free reign for your intro post then Ill start directing.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

Chapter 1

The Floatilla

A literal city of ships. Hundreds of them. All of them lashed and planked together with each of their sails catching the Winds of the Sea.

The Floatilla is a city of shipment, and trade. Like a guild Caravan traveling the great roads with their trains of carriages, the Floatilla stops within all major ports of the Inland Sea. It stops at the desert port of Gem, trading in spices, jewelry, and glassworks. It brings them to the snow covered Whitewall, which pays in blocks of ice and pine lumber and pelts and trades at every port in between. For a monetary price, and some expected work in the city, a person could cross the entire world in a little less than a year, and the thousand or so sailors of the city have supposedly seen it all so they don't discriminate a traveler. A rarity in this hostile world. If they have a trouble maker, their law is to toss them into the sea, let the ocean be the judge.

In fact, despite being a bunch of boats, from dingy to war braced trieme's and dreadnaughts, it feels more like a city. Ships are converted to places of business. Decks are cleared for actual farming planters. Holds billow smoke for forges to craft and repair. Folks wake early to cast the nets and fishing lines or cast out on fishing rafts. Hunters aim high, adding squawking gulls to the food stores. Decks have tables and chairs rather than cannons, where breakfast rations is distributed and grog is poured. Steam balloons and towers hold the magic users that heal the sick or mold the weather, far away from the center lest their experimentation cause a catastrophic fire.
The largest ship in the center acts as the church and shrine to the gods, mostly dedicated to the gods of sea, storm, and trade, but it holds many smaller alters for other gods to be worshiped. Again, the sailors do not discriminate. Despite the rocking waves, and the damp wood underfeet all day, the sounds and controlled chaos make the city feel alive.

On a repurposed fishing ship near the port bow, a quiet corner of the city, the holds have been fashioned into long houses of bunks, cots, and hammocks and not much else. Over a dozen passengers lay their heads here having paid the fee for transport, though most of their days are spent working for their rations or waiting out the journey in a drunken stupor. This is where the adventurers awaken.

Kiris Trell following your map, you intend to get to the next port on the Blessed Isle and then set out towards the Sea of Dreams. Supposedly thats where your destination, Sarkus is rumored to reside, but just like everything else about the stupid lost land, its just a rumor. Still your stay on the Floatilla has been pretty enjoyable. Once people got over the presence of you large murder cat that follows you around, they were quite curious about the cat person they were sailing with. You made some friends, whom regaled you with tales from all over the world, places you intend to visit after you become rich.

Jacoby Drexelhand Already on a quest with two companions, the Dwarf Abrih'm and the Human Mari of the Shine. The three of you spent your days asking questions, hearing stories, and pouring over whatever book you could get your hands on. You were supposed to meet with the City Father, but his 'priests' state, just wait for his festival. Still you did find that the City Father was once a demi god of some acclaim eons ago, and has been mentioned to be a great warrior during the Reclamation when the gods beat back the demons that once ruled the mortal plane.

Angel On your quest to save your mistress, you threw her family name around and ended up researching with a Half Elf Wizard named Kalabac. He's a bit unhinged but he's been pretty diligent in his research, having his own space on one of the floating balloons lashed to a ship. He determined that the item you quest for has something to do with Sarkus. The lost continent of myth. But he's been going crazy trying to find more information, something he claims to have tried before, but none of his notes read right anymore. Strange. Still slowly, you're getting a direction to head next.

Soltana While the spirit within you grows impatient, you are making your journey across the sea to learn more from another Chapter whom also had dealings with the beast you hunt. You thought this to be a lonely journey, but sailors here have gripes and stress relief needs just like anywhere else. You spent your days dueling and 'training' with other sailors in mock battles. Each day you end with a few more bruises, but you're not as bad as the other guy who laugh off the fight and offered to buy you a drink. There's supposed to be some tournament during the festival with some coin to the winner.

Its the 5th day into the journey, and everyone knows that it is the City's Founding Day. There will be no work, no toil, no frowns. Its a day of festivities, of celebration. The inner ships are adorned in rare flowers and decorations, and the sound of work is replaced by sea chanties that ring out from aft to bow. All are welcome to be a part. There are contests of skill with bow or harpoon, fishing contests, bare knuckle fighting pits, insult competitions, songs and dances, all leading up to the welcome of the city's City Father, Cap'n Crossroads, Patron of Sailors who sails the open sea until returning, partying with his people for a fortnight.

You each wake up in your cot at random parts of the fishing ship, your belongings nearby. The banging and songs at day break rouse you from sleep.

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

Ozzy Skyway

@Lmpkio Morgan @Restalaan Yang

Head pats and positive affirmation. It was nice to get the attention. Yang's hand caused his feathers to ruffle slightly, his feathery brows twitching before he smiled happily at Morgan for the kind words. He laughed, a little nervous, not used to praise. "I hope so!" In truth, it kind of made him feel like a little kid a bit. Maybe he was going to be pegged as the nerdy kid brother of the group.

The rest of the evening petered out after dinner. Ozzy tried to help with the dishes and talk it up with the others he hadn't a chance to talk to yet, but at some point his voice failed him and he joined the others in retiring. He was shocked that he got his own room. It felt like too much, he tried to talk Bart down but Bart proved to be particularly stubborn in his generosity. Such a wonderful man, wonder what his story was.

Ozzy spent another hour cataloging his finding and his day in his journal, even making quick sketches of his new friends, names, a few notes. He went to sleep happy in his discovery. Tomorrow, he'll prove himself useful. Its going to be a great day!

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Ozzy got up early. He was a little hesitant, not wanting to get in anyones way as they went about their business. Yang was practicing her martial arts, and Morgan was busying herself. A good morning was exchanged before he went to do something else, maybe clear the ashes from the fire place.

Then the guild became a buzz with activity. He got a site of everyone else. Magnus, who got a wave. Nephele, a wave. There was a Centaur, A dapper gentleman, a Goblin? No Bigger, a Hobgoblin!? Then there was this- the scales. "ANOTHER DRAGON!?" He immediately shut himself up with his hands and bowed his head. This was unprecedented. Dragons we're usually solitary, and they were in the same place as Nephele! He almost felt a weakness over him whenever he found something that wasn't in the books.

@PaulHaynekHaley
He gathered when Bart and Haley. He remembered. Haley was the Siren Bart mentioned. She seemed nice, and it was actually kind of soothing seeing another Harpy. A familiarity at the very least. After they discussed, people announced their intentions. It was a job board it seemed, but while it was so crowded, Ozzy hung back, letting the others more or less get first pick. Ozzy balled his fists and psyched himself up. "Alright, gonna finish a job. Make some money. For the Guild." For their kindness.

But as typical, he got side tracked, ending up near Haley. "Miss Haley." She was like Master Bart, venerated as a boss atleast in his eyes. "Master Bart mentioned you when I arrived, but we never got to meet. I'm Ozmodius Skyway, you can just call me Ozzy. Just wanted to introduce myself." He beamed.

@Lmpkio [Morgan]
The calls for cooperation were what snapped him back. He went back to the topic at hand. Morgan shouted her intent and Ozzy instinctually volunteered. (Honestly, it was by happenstance that he was paying attention when she called out) He raised his hand. "Ill assist you!"

He approached her and looked at the paper nearest the board, suddenly realizing he didn't know what he volunteered for. "Lets see... oh, okay just some quote 'flower picking'." He remembered thats what this one woman called herb collecting. That didn't seem so dangerous. Then he kept reading.

He recoiled "Oooh! Lokdar Swamp." He groaned and made a face, his hands scratching behind his head. "I was there yesterday morning, and nearly got smothered to death by Alarunes and Tentacle Plants." He remembered saying he wouldn't be back there for a while. He resigned to his fate before standing up tall and flexing an arm. He had to protect Morgan this time. "I must protect her. Must get the money." He stated, making a serious, if a little comical face. Ozzy just couldn't look stern.