SilverPaw

Climbing the Tower-TOG RP

Still gotta write a bio and some personality (for my own use), but here he is. The name in brackets is his former last name (before being adopted). Not sure if it should stay as an actual middle name or if would have been officially overwritten, though I'm guessing it's the latter.

Name: Ha-nul Rang (Hendo Lok ties)

Age: 137 (appears to be in his early 20s)

Appearance:

Looks

Outfit

Regular or irregular: Regular

Shinsoo aptitude: Medium

Position: Scout

Special position: Dansula

Reason for climbing the tower: Become officially adopted.

Weapon of choice: A black hook. It would be about 2 meters long if it were unfolded, but its actual reach is cca. 1.30 meters.

(Edit: changed the colour code.)

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

Asteria

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“A Soulforged weapon? Sounds terrifying. And yes, the one I met communicated with me somehow…through a dream. I suddenly kind of pity that water spirit,” Asteria replied.

“Hmm, I see,” she hummed at the gnome’s explanation of the carry-over benefits. It was a pretty neat deal, and just another reason why underestimating humans would always be a bad idea.

The results of their experiment were not entirely conclusive, having just testing her idea once, but Asteria was pretty sure the mechanic was a bit different to how she’d originally imagined it. “Maybe we just get to speak the language of whichever being we talked to last. The only way to be sure, then, would to go chat to a group that contains beings who speak and understand different languages. In any case, thank you for the cooperation. It was pretty interesting,” she concluded.

“By the way, do you intend to pass over all this information to your owner or any other associates?” she queried casually, though she was truly curious. Even if the gnome assured her everything would stay between them, though, she couldn’t quite trust him enough to discuss the System, though she dearly wanted to. Maybe she could question the gnome about skills and training in general…though given he had asked them for their reason of training and how vague his ideas about it were, that would perhaps turn out to be pointless. But it was certainly something for her to consider over the next two days or so.

She didn’t really comment about Earth, either, because it wasn’t particularly relevant as far as she was concerned. “Oh, that’s plenty of locations, thanks. But…ugh, Myrminors, we have had some bad experiences with those,” Asteria shuddered. “I doubt we’ll be going to Laketown right now, but it’s worth remembering for later.”

When she turned to ask Ed his opinion, she noticed he was gone. Shrugging, Asteria cooked herself a small piece of meat similarly to how the gnome had, and consumed it. “Yeah, definitely better than raw,” she commented. “See ya later,” she bid him farewell, and headed outside as well. If Mother rat didn’t look like she’d follow by the time they started heading away, they would need to consider whether to nudge her to go along or to just leave her be at the barrow.

“Warming up? Good idea. By the way, which targets do you want to clear out first? I’d go for either the bandits or the mongrels,” Asteria said. Imitating Ed, she began stretching and preparing for their trip as well. She tensed and released all muscles periodically, then concentrated on trying to stand on her hind legs. Her body wasn’t built for it, but it was a decent strengthening exercise. Then, she started swinging around with her tail-strapped knife, testing how to slash and stab with it, getting used to the reach and motions. Finally, she tried out some evasive maneuvers, dashing in various directions, rolling here and there, and testing out short- and long-distance jumps. She had to get used to moving her body without injuring herself with her equipped weapon.

Climbing the Tower-TOG RP

Hmm. Well, if I do end up making anything, I'll probably still rely on needles and hooks. I'm kinda indecisive. I feel like making a Hendo Lok guy (gal?), because that character would have a very clear goal, though whether it'd be possible to achieve it is questionable. I'll think on it (some more). The fisherman position would fit them the most, I think, though I wouldn't mind going for a spear bearer or maybe even a scout, either.

Climbing the Tower-TOG RP

That's what I was thinking to make him and I was thinking to make his sub position to be Hwayeosama so he could do like a fire spear technique

@Jasper19

Huh, that's one of the things I was considering. The other was a body reinforcement specialist who either becomes a Dansula or a Defender. I want to find out whether there are some other weapons viable besides a needle/spear for the higher floors though. I've only begun reading the Webtoon since the anime came out, and I'm in the Archimedes arc atm.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

I pursued the bright prints, letting them guide me. As I proceeded, the voice died down, though the light ahead of me did not. Were the voice and the footsteps not one and the same, then? Were they caused by different beings? Maybe the voice was simply no longer necessary. I had done as it had asked, and heeded its call. Purpose…it seemed like these unknown things or beings had it. Why were they leading me, and where?

The only way to find out, and progress, was to follow. I ascended, then descended, I took twisting turns, and padded along lengthy paths. Darkness had concealed this environment – the outside – from me, had kept me isolated from it, had entrapped me. This landscape was indeed a vast one. Still mostly obscured, though, and utterly desolate. What would happen if I deviated from the guiding footsteps? I had the ability to do so; I could produce my own illumination. Yet, I persisted. I did not fancy being lost.

Previously, I had not wanted to be consumed by the shadows and be made a part of them. That wish was fulfilled; I did not feel in danger of being disintegrated into the night any more. But I still yearned. Whatever for? I was freed, I had potential, there was a whole wide world to explore. All that, and here I was, chasing after something – or someone. I craved to reach wherever these tracks led me. Was it gratitude that drove me, a desire to reciprocate that which had helped me? Perhaps it was simple greed, a primal hunger and thirst, a need to fill this odd emptiness within me. Did it mean that I was incomplete, lacking? I despised the idea, but it had the ring of truth to it.

It would upset me if this trail led to another barren part of the land. I would stay alone, forsaken. That left a sour taste in my mouth. I did not want to remain an outcast. Was that what I was? Or was I just lonely, afraid to be the only one existing, the last one remaining? I was only sure that I would prefer to be with others, or one other, but not in the way the abyss had attempted to force me to become one with it.

When I was led through the thorny labyrinth, I considered razing it to the ground. If it weren’t for the clear guide through it, I might have. Did that make me impatient, reckless? Or was it just a natural eagerness born out of the simple fact that I possessed the ability to incinerate such pesky obstacles? Thankfully, I did not have to ponder upon the question too deeply, because I finally arrived to my destination. The lighting trail was nearly gone, its presence barely enough for me to see the being in front of me.

It was a creature wreathed in shadows, bound and stripped of its senses as I had been. But the similarities did not end there; this being had a burning force within it. Just like I did. Was this me? A part of me? A caricature, a replica? Something for me to own, like the staff had been? Or…

Was it kin?

“Who are you,” I demanded, then immediately frowned. What a pointless action. Surely, this one could not answer, could not produce a voice until it was liberated. Besides, it was silly of me to expect another to tell me who they were when I did not even know who I was.

I approached the being, drawn to it. “I will free you, but you better not betray me,” I muttered, wondering if it could hear me at all. When I was close enough to touch it, I lay my right palm upon its chest. I narrowed my eyes, concentrating on sending a trail of energy through my arm, fingers, and into the creature in front of me. It was my hope to ignite it from within, to awaken its own power, so it could unleash itself. If it did not respond to that, however, I would set ablaze the chains surrounding it and tear off the tendrils clinging to it with my own hands.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

When I open my eyes, there is only darkness. All I know is this eternal night surrounding me. Am I…it? No, I am separate from it, distinct. But this blackness, as unknown as my own self is, is trying to overtake me.

There is a burning in my chest. What is this feeling? I don’t know, but it drives me to struggle against the emptiness. And I do, I protest with every part of me, as long as I can. Yet, it is to no avail.

I don’t accomplish anything.

My breath is laboured, panting. Is the abyss becoming part of me with my every breath? Am I being dissolved into it with every passing moment? Am I doomed?

I tremble, feeble and fading. Is this it? Can I do nothing more?

Heaving, I try to move. No results. None. Why? There should be something.

I curl up, and breathe. In, out, in, out…I try to think. I can’t recall…I ache…I should…but what? I did it all, but for what? Will the night swallow me up, after all?

Stillness, for a while. I am weary, sluggish, dazed. I tried it all, and I failed it all. What else is there, but wait to be consumed and gone? I don’t want this ending, but my desire matters not at all to the void. My protests haven’t moved it, haven’t prevented what appears to be a forgone conclusion.

Then, a voice. Immediately, I tense, and listen intently. There had only been silence. Who is this? How did they make a voice? I couldn’t. So, how did they?

This voice…It’s addressing me. Power? Can I use it to fight against the greedy shadows? I’ll take it.

I blink when splotches of light appear in front of me. This is new. My eyes prickle, but I don’t mind the sensation. Light…the antithesis of dark. I stand up, carefully, and move forward.

My foot bumps into a long cylindrical object, and I stare at it in bewilderment. Has this been here with me the whole time? I am not sure, but I pick it up. It’s almost as tall as I am, and thin enough for me to comfortably wrap a hand around it.

The illuminated footsteps allow me to see the staff. It is simple, yet intricate, solid, but not too heavy. Its surface is ebony, somewhat gnarled, and well-worn with use. It’s wider at the top, where a brilliant red gem sits wrapped up in wooden tendrils.

This object is mine, and I grasp it tightly. A familiar feeling encompasses me. The blaze in my chest, which had died down to a faint smouldering, now reignites, spreading through my whole body, invigorating me. It bursts out of me, a small flicker of flame appearing above my right palm, and a larger ball of fire above the staff. I glance from one to the other, fascinated by the twisting dance of red-orange-yellow. It warms me, and chases away the shadows, just as the voice’s light did.

A grin spreads across my face. The voice is still reverberating in my head. Alright, then, I’ll follow you for now. You were the spark I needed, after all.

I clench my palm into a fist, snuffing out all the flames. They are not gone, however. They never were. They are within me. I know now that I can summon them without. I will not forget that, not this time. Not again.

My body is still weak, but that doesn’t matter any longer. There is finally something I can do.

I follow the mysterious footsteps.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Aw snap, and I was about to give you a cool familiar to. Guess that idea is gonna be scrapped :p

@Celsius

Tsk, tsk, underestimating the power of the good ol' wallop, I see.

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

@Celsius I'll change the weapon to a staff, because I'd prefer something to whack others with if it comes down to that XD

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

Asteria

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“No, we are definitely not Undead,” Asteria answered, amused. “Alright, good to know, our transaction is complete, then,” she concluded. She would still try to get information from the gnome, however.

She listened attentively as he explained about Tamed creatures, Familiars, Summoned beings, and Contracts. “Hmm, so that water spirit I met was most likely Contracted. It had been dormant and bound to a sword until I gave it some of my mana,” she explained, hoping to get the gnome’s opinion on it. “Think that one was contracted like you are, but restricted to an object instead to a location?” she asked for clarification.

“Oh, so you get a boost from the mage? Neat. What exactly do you mean when you say that he gets a carryover, though?” she wondered.

The conversation soon turned to matters of language. “Hmm…There is definitely something weird going on, then. Because so far, we have been able to understand and converse with any being with a developed language. Such as goblins, and humans. However, when our fellow dire rat – and she is just a regular dire rat, by the by – chitters, we can’t understand her in the way we do you,” Asteria stated.

“So, when Ed and I just talk to each other, which language do we speak in? You said you overheard us, so you must have understood us, but maybe your presence changed which language we spoke in,” she hypothesized. “Let’s do an experiment, ok? Ed and I will try chatting about something involving only us, and you try and eavesdrop and afterwards tell us if there were any changes. It might not even work as long as you are in the same room, but still,” she trailed off, and turned to Ed. The smell of the food was starting to distract her, but she had more important matters to take care of, first.

After her companion was done with his part of the conversation with the gnome, Asteria nodded at him to move away from the barrow-guardian a bit. “Ok, let’s test this out. What would we talk about that we wouldn’t want him to know yet wouldn’t be too bad if he ends up learning? Let’s see…let’s go with something mundane. I don’t know if I ever told you this, but you kinda remind me of my younger brother. You aren’t similar at all; he’s older, and you’re smarter and a good kid besides, but…I don’t know, you just have a little brother vibe, if that makes sense.” Asteria told him. Her muzzle twitched with the desire to smile at Ed's reply, and she nodded at him. "Yeah," was all she said, though, before returning to the gnome.

“So, did you also understand that? It was sort of a private conversation between us, so I wonder if that changed whether we were still speaking Gnomish while you were able to hear us or not,” Asteria asked.

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Jandar Varan

Sharon, Shalador

Jandar huffed in response to Fatima calling him ‘mom’ jokingly. He wouldn’t have needed to do such a thing if the Queen possessed at least a pinch of the usual womanly sensibilities! Still, he knew her well enough by now that there was no need to truly reprimand her or question her childishness. She could be serious and proper and Queenly when she needed to be, but otherwise, she was very much a free spirit, and considering everything, it was just as well.

Half ignoring her playful shooing, the Warlord happened to catch the young thief inching away from him, ducking his head. The Kaeleeran cocked his head to the side. Was there any need for the boy to avoid him, especially when the likes of Xandar were around? Thom was unfortunate enough that his attempt to blend in and avoid attention backfired. Jandar hadn’t paid much mind to the thief beforehand, as he had been focusing on his companions, but the lad’s awkwardness drew his eye and made him curious about him.

So, the Warlord approached the mixed-blood, and crouched down in front of him, peering closely at his face. “Huh, so you are that thief from Dhemlan. Feels like a year rather than a week has passed since then…” he muttered, just loudly enough for the youth to hear. “Thom, was it?” he asked rhetorically. He only knew the adolescent’s name because Mikhail mentioned it. Only now, that he got a closer look at the thief’s face, did Jandar recall the brief encounter with this same trouble-maker in that one inn back when.

“I see you have not yet learned how to avoid getting yourself into trouble,” he scolded mildly. “Did you not even warn your companion to keep an eye out for guards? If Mikhail hadn’t taken a liking to Dunny, who knows what would have happened?” he queried, the words an obvious warning, though a well-meaning one. Jandar was a tad unsatisfied that the boy had not learned his lesson, but then again, simply having failed to steal a pouch hadn’t brought many consequences to the boy. However, there had indeed been plenty of ramifications, and if Thom was not yet aware of that fact, Jandar was about to enlighten him.

“Remember that pouch you oh so carelessly stole?” he asked, voice silky and ominous. “Turns out, it belonged to a noble. By the time I happened upon the owner, he and his lackeys were threatening a poor serving girl, ready to raise all the fury of a vile Queen upon that whole inn. Do you understand what I’m getting at, Thom?” he uttered, eyes dangerously gleaming, lip corners raised into a vicious smirk. “Actions have consequences. One theft, and not only you, but a whole establishment could have been doomed,” he stated. “Are you ready to shoulder such a responsibility?” he wondered. “Speaking from personal experience, it is quite the heavy burden to carry,” he concluded quietly, staring at the youth earnestly.