Silver Carrot

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

Eilidh watched Vanessa with a bemused, eyebrow-raised expression. Did women greet other women in this manner in Varjo? How odd. To Eilidh, this was known as a greeting a gentleman gave a lady, but then again, on the plains and grasslands, among the Centaur tribes, a greeting was incoherent shouting and some smacks on their collarbone to show their superiority, so it's not as if she could judge other culture's greetings too harshly. Speaking of Vanessa's culture, she then started to go into more detail about who she was, and Eilidh listened. So she'd started human and had become a Ghost after being killed? Was...was that how Ghosts worked?

Bast then introduced himself to Vanessa, and made pleasant chatter, which Eilidh listened to intently as strong feelings of many different kinds welled within her. She'd deny to herself that she was jealous, but she'd be lying. They were very similar and clearly compatible. Bast even said as much. It just served to remind Eilidh how un-Ladylike she was, with her build, warrior ways, and traditional Centaur garb (There weren't many dressmakers who could create an XXL Lady's dress sturdy enough to survive a muscle-flexing, with enough chest girth to hide a medium-sized dog, and still have it look somewhat dignified).

It was therefore surprising when Bast bid Vanessa good day and approached her! Vanessa would able to observe the way that Eilidh was blushing and pausing the same way diplomats do when asked a difficult question. She would pause in this way no matter what Bast said. The signs were not 'easy to read'. The signs were fighting to see who could push themselves into everybody's face the most painfully.

"No, no!" Replied Eilidh hurriedly. "I wasn't much help when the intruders came either! When I returned to the Guildhouse, the battle was essentially over. But,...it's true we haven't been around each other these past few days. Of course I shall accompany you!"

@PaulHaynek@Lacroix@13org

CANCELLED.

_{Featuring: Charity and Panda
Location: Spencer Household - BHHS
Time: Wednesday Morning}

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God alone knew what time it was. All Charity Spencer knew was that it was Wednesday morning, it was pitch black, and it was most likely not the safest time for two teenage girls to be walking from the dock to Beverly Hills. On top of that, Pamela was rather heavy, being largely unable to stand up using her own motor control. Thus, Charity had to walk for both of them. It did not help that Panda kept muttering semi-incoherent sentences about genitalia and intercourse, though not in as delicate terms as those. When Charity looked into her sister's eyes, it was obvious that she was not merely drunk from alcohol.

Charity loved her sister, and had the patience of a saint, but tonight she was grinding painfully against the line that Panda should never cross. She was dangerously close to crossing it and ending up in the danger zone. Nevertheless, two hours later, Panda had been dumped on her own bed, their parents were none the wiser, and a painfully sober Charity, too annoyed to sleep, opened up her laptop and started to type.

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Charity felt the complete opposite way the next morning, as she was dropped off along with her incredibly hungover sister. They had both sat in the back, in total silence, and the silence persisted for a few seconds after their mom drove off. Charity was the first to break it.

"Sister, I'm sorry that you got all the punishment for something that we both did. I shouldn't have kept quiet about it..."

"Are you kidding me?" croaked Panda, managing a smile as she fixed her bloodshot eyes on her little sis. "Our parents would have a goddamn heart attack if they learned you'd been to a party! Things are better this way, trust me. We're getting to the age when not telling our parents what we're up to isn't dishonest. It's protecting them."

Charity nodded, and returned an appreciative smile, but secretly wasn't convinced. "Anyway," she started. "We'd better get to class or we'll be late!"

"Oh no! We can't be late! Anything but that!" Panda chuckled sarcastically before pulling Charity into a hug. "You go on ahead. I really need to sober up first."

Panda watched Charity head into school before she pulled out her mobile. No. Of course drunk her didn't put in any numbers. She'd just have wait for Camille or Marina to finish their classes, then try and find them. She had concerns regarding last night and she needed to talk to both of them. Surely one of them would remember if any protection was used...

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Charity's first class was mathematics, which had been painless. After that, she had handed in her finished article covering both parties to to Newspaper Club office. Trixie would read it later. That was one weight off her mind. Now she had a new mission. The only problem was that she didn't know where to start. The Football Team was something of a Clique. She couldn't exactly go up to one of them and ask for help dishing dirt on Trent. Maybe it would be better to ask somebody else from the the group of Churchgoers. After all, it is to protect one of our own against somebody who's committing grave sins. On the other hand, who was close to Trent, who wouldn't take his side over Miriam's if they learned that Matthew was gay?

Of course. They didn't have to be close to Trent. They just had to be better at dishing dirt than Charity was. It would be a bonus if they would have a personal interest in a case of a boy blackmailing a closeted homosexual and his sister, and a desire to see Trent's head on a metaphorical pike. And if they were already familiar to Charity so she wouldn't have to introduce herself with a request to possibly ruin the reputation of a Football player...that would be good too. Maybe somebody from the Newspaper Club itself.

That's when the idea came to her;

Jamie Callaghan!

2k4: New Class

Lhoris Araqen

Lhoris Araqen

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The Basics

Nicknames:

• WARNING, NEVER CALL HER THE FOLLOWING TO HER FACE: Lor, Lori

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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The Nitty Gritty

Personality:
Lhoris had a reputation for being distant, and for being snappy, even amongst the Urban-raised Elves and Fae in her own sorority. She wouldn't say she is either of these things. Her interests simply don't include drinking heavily, or trying to shout a conversation over the blaring music in a basement party somewhere. She's more interested in traditional elven pastimes like painting and woodcraft. She tries to be friendly and polite whilst having no tolerance for rudeness. It is simply a pity that her definitions of friendliness and rudeness are...Elven. Do not call her by nicknames. Do not touch her or get too close without permission if you are not family, and do not be put out if she addresses you with a calm, cold, aloof manner as opposed to the warmer and more enthusiastic Human approach to friendliness. Follow these rules and you will find yourself with a steady, dependable friend.

History:
Lhoris' mother was a second generation Elf, born a second class citizen and seeing signs everywhere she looked, from her inability to vote, to lasting grudges and prejudices from the Humans and Orcs who remembered the war, or those who were raised by those who did. She was 'rescued' by Lhoris' father; an Elf from the old would, who carried with him knowledge of the traditional Elvish beliefs, arts and practices. Love quickly blossomed, and for the first time, this lonely Elf was proud of her race and her heritage. Over time she grew to be enthusiastic about her roots, and then...zealous.

This was the household in which Lhoris was born and raised. She spent her first sixteen years of life in a cottage built at the edge of a woodland, living as close to an old world Elf's life as was possible in 80's and 90's America (Pop music and Nintendo were as big parts of her childhood as bows, magic and panpipes were). She was home schooled, but while her dad focused on giving her a complete traditional Elf education, her mom wanted her to learn exactly what any state schooled human would. Her mom didn't just want Lhoris to be a true Elf, she wanted her to be successful in this world now that it was possible for an Elf to do so. Now she is in College to fulfill both her own dreams, and the wishes of her parents.

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The Extras

Familiar:
Lhoris' familiar is a grey squirrel named Eldred. It is a very obedient and intelligent creature, and can understand English and Elvish, though obviously cannot respond. It will attempt to communicate regardless if it has something to say. It's very good at fetching things and climbing.

Societies:
Artisan's Club. Is also often seen milling around the music scene though is currently not part of any band.

Sports:

• Archery Club

Organizations:

• Pi Chi

Occupation:
Used to work at Trader Joe's to save up for college. Currently unemployed.

Relationship Status:
Single

Years in College:
This is her first year

Major:
Environmental Science

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

@13org

I would like that lol

2k4: New Class

Lhoris Araqen

Lhoris Araqen

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The Basics

Nicknames:

• WARNING, NEVER CALL HER THE FOLLOWING TO HER FACE: Lor, Lori

Age:
21

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Bisexual

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The Nitty Gritty

Personality:
Lhoris had a reputation for being distant, and for being snappy, even amongst the Urban-raised Elves and Fae in her own sorority. She wouldn't say she is either of these things. Her interests simply don't include drinking heavily, or trying to shout a conversation over the blaring music in a basement party somewhere. She's more interested in traditional elven pastimes like painting and woodcraft. She tries to be friendly and polite whilst having no tolerance for rudeness. It is simply a pity that her definitions of friendliness and rudeness are...Elven. Do not call her by nicknames. Do not touch her or get too close without permission if you are not family, and do not be put out if she addresses you with a calm, cold, aloof manner as opposed to the warmer and more enthusiastic Human approach to friendliness. Follow these rules and you will find yourself with a steady, dependable friend.

History:
Lhoris' mother was a second generation Elf, born a second class citizen and seeing signs everywhere she looked, from her inability to vote, to lasting grudges and prejudices from the Humans and Orcs who remembered the war, or those who were raised by those who did. She was 'rescued' by Lhoris' father; an Elf from the old would, who carried with him knowledge of the traditional Elvish beliefs, arts and practices. Love quickly blossomed, and for the first time, this lonely Elf was proud of her race and her heritage. Over time she grew to be enthusiastic about her roots, and then...zealous.

This was the household in which Lhoris was born and raised. She spent her first sixteen years of life in a cottage built at the edge of a woodland, living as close to an old world Elf's life as was possible in 80's and 90's America (Pop music and Nintendo were as big parts of her childhood as bows, magic and panpipes were). She was home schooled, but while her dad focused on giving her a complete traditional Elf education, her mom wanted her to learn exactly what any state schooled human would. Her mom didn't just want Lhoris to be a true Elf, she wanted her to be successful in this world now that it was possible for an Elf to do so. Now she is in College to fulfill both her own dreams, and the wishes of her parents.

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The Extras

Familiar:
Lhoris' familiar is a grey squirrel named Eldred. It is a very obedient and intelligent creature, and can understand English and Elvish, though obviously cannot respond. It will attempt to communicate regardless if it has something to say. It's very good at fetching things and climbing.

Societies:
Artisan's Club. Is also often seen milling around the music scene though is currently not part of any band.

Sports:

• Archery Club

Organizations:

• Pi Chi

Occupation:
Used to work at Trader Joe's to save up for college. Currently unemployed.

Relationship Status:
Single

Years in College:
This is her first year

Major:
Environmental Science

Revenant: A Sci-Fi Adventure (Always Accepting!)

@Crossfire@superservo27@iTem

Qoorb was clearly not ready for a fair offer, and a silence ensued as gears desperately started to turn in their head. Business at this station was usually done by the customer starting low. 12,000 was honestly more than fair, and Qoorb wouldn't go a credit higher for fear of scaring them off. Also, it'd be wrong and greedy, they supposed. They were about to answer, when the others interjected and kept trying to lower the price, as well as offer them advice, and ask questions. Qoorb cleared their throat, their brow furrowing, and then spoke perfectly sound yet accented English, albeit quietly. The 'poor English' act was obviously a facade to frustrate customers before they started haggling so they've be more prone to give up.

"First of all, I know exactly what's wrong with my project here. I wouldn't be trying to fix it if I didn't have a plan. Right now I'm sealing all the joints so that I don't get shocked when I begin testing the internal sensors. There might be more than one problem with it. It is from a crashed ship, after all. It may have even been the cause of the crash, for all I know," they spoke to Harrison, deliberately not addressing his offer to tell them what's wrong, possibly out of pride, or maybe they simply preferred the challenge of finding out. They then looked Koren dead in the eye. "Yes, you probably did find these components new or slightly used by one careful owner somewhere in the marketplace. And they were three times the price if you're lucky. Your friend has the right idea." It was at that point when SAL paid the full 12k credits.

When the two more troublesome customers left and Qoorb's personal favourite of the three stayed, he started making new offers, probably behind his crew's back. The new items that he asked for weren't exactly common junk, and Qoorb didn't have any of them in stock, but they did know a fair few other vendors at this station. "Well, I'm just a scavenger but there are stalls that are run by small-time crooks who work for mobs and gangs, who sell...niche products such as quantum accelerators and drone frames. I can give you names if you're okay with the risks. As for mainframe cabling, you're best buying that brand new from a spool and cut to length, and this is coming from a scavenger so you know it's true. Secondhand mainframe cable...I wouldn't risk it."

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

Finally posted. Going for a slightly less brooding, more Pratchett-esque approach to Eilidh. We'll see if it works.

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

Eilidh made her way (carefully) down the stairs, was surprised to see that there were yet more new arrivals. A fire demon, an ice dragon, and a ghost! What's more, the ghost claimed to have some link to Varjo, yet..was here? On the other hand, this was a blessing. Varjo likely weren't too happy with the guild and it's rebellion-leaning members at present. Something to make those barbarians happy would certainly keep the peace. Even so, she wanted to know more about this ghost, and whether or not she could be trusted, so she decided to introduce herself.

Vanessa would notice that she was being approached by a nine foot call chestnut-haired Centaur woman whose abdominal muscles, biceps and breasts all seemed to be competing with each other for the title of 'largest, most eyecatching and least covered-up part of her upper body'. The most noticeable aspect of the Centaur by far, though, was the bottom half. It was a horse, and quite a large horse at that. Eilidh had to stoop down just to offer Vanessa a handshake.

"Greetings. My name is Eilidh Chiron. Welcome to the Guild."

@PaulHaynek@Lacroix

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

The Eilidh x Bast ship is the only thing stopping me from dropping out of this RP right now, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to muster up a post.

Tear the World Down

Under Attack!

Silverwick

It was not the sound of horses, nor the sound of Quoris' voice that woke Fayvre up, but the sound of battle. She shot up, having slept in her robes with her bow nearby, and snatched it up, before slinging the quiver onto her back. Not that she was about to use them. She armed herself on reflex. Now her brain was working, all she could think to do was to run and hide. She began to frantically look around her. All she could see was fighting, and all she could hear were shouts, and the clash of metal against metal. Her eyes finally narrowed on some buildings further into the ruins of Silverwick, and she willed her legs to start sprinting and take her there.

"Wait!" cried out a voice in Fay's head. The voice of Quoris. "I have calculated that the numbers are against us in this fight, and there is a considerable risk that our allies will be overrun. When they are, the soldiers will look for you, and they will kill you. You are a Chosen. You shall receive no mercy from these people. The best plan would be to kill as many as you can, to even the odds."

Fay understood what Quoris was saying, yet still hesitated. She'd never killed another man before, and she wasn't sure if she could bring herself to do it. To just...end a life like that, with her hands. Could she live with it?

"I can sense you hesitate. Why? It must be done. Your sentimental nature is unbecoming of a student of medicine. Life is science. The life of a man isn't more sacred or valuable than that of the deer you hunt. Why should it be treated different? If your emotions are going to be a nuisance, I shall temporarily tip the balance of your brain. It is forbidden knowledge and perhaps beyond your comprehension but the brain has two sides, one that deals with logic and reason. The other with emotion and empathy. For mere minutes, which should be long enough, I shall grant you the gift of clarity."

Fay would suddenly feel different. It was indescribably what had changed, but her head felt lighter, her heart had calmed down, and everything indeed seemed clearer as was promised. To avoid the serious risk of death, she must kill. It was not a matter of whether she wanted to or not. And why should she not? Were humans not animals? Had she not killed game with nary a melancholy lump in her throat. Certainly nothing that would bring great anguish and suffering. She took an arrow from her bow, and not a moment to soon, as an invading soldier on horseback had been charging towards her during her mental conversation, and was now almost upon her, expecting an easy kill.

Fay did not panic. She did not rush to meet her challenger. She turned her body round in an efficient manner, took aim, made sure that she was aiming at his shielded face, and let loose the arrow, which found its target with so little time to spare that she had to dive out of the way to avoid being rammed into by the horse. Now that she was safe, she looked around at the carnage, finding order in chaos. She discerned that the most tactical soldiers to kill were the ones closest, and on the road. If mass retreat was needed, the road would be preferable to retreating further into Silverwick, where reinforcements could surround the city. Therefore, clearing the road makes sense. She fired off two more carefully aimed arrows that neither cavalryman saw coming before they hit their targets, and both riders fell lifeless to the dirt.