Stern Algorithm

Power Play

@pyroman

Another question, can my character be a member of The Bastion, or have ties to them?

Power Play

@pyroman Any preferences on faceclaim? I tend to use anime faceclaims, which I realize some people are vehemently against.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Is there a pedestal that would look like Dirka's?

Mind, Magic, and Monstrosity

Okay, so there are four potential target cities, I have numbered them based on the order they are introduced in the opening post. I am making a roll on a four-sided die to determine the party's destination.

1. Omega
2. Thromburg
3. Lathesa's Roost
4. Sarm's Tears

roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/472

The results are in, on to Omega, Crown Jewel of The Free Guilds. To quote Gudrun Harkenstone, the Dwarf Councillor, "Omega is a hub of knowledge and a good place to obtain whatever the world has to offer, perhaps not the best quality, but decent. The god there, Omega Mammon, will also bless those among your party who are of the metal affinity, and is known to increase their champion's luck."

You'll have to discuss how the party reached the agreement to head to Omega, maybe Lans made a heartful plea to find his adoptive father, maybe Rehsif shared the strategic benefits of gathering information, or maybe they just agreed that starting at the North and working their way Southward seemed like a good idea.

I'll get a post up for the timeskip

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@A Lowly Wretch

Is the divine cord of magic missing in the White Hall?

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

@Lmpkio

Yeah, apothecary mission might be fun

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Gammaton

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@Duoya @Noodles @A Lowly Wretch @Archangel89

Gammaton awoke in front of the golden gates. Here his form was less disorganized, ivory, sleeker, representative of the infallible law he desired to embody. Yet he knew not why he was here. He had been in the Administrative Hive, pondering the state of the world and writing up the laws that Lord Ferron had requested of him when the horrible ringing occurred. Each ring had sapped his strength, and he surmised that the higher powers had caught on to his schemes against them and had come to punish him for his insolence. Perhaps this was their prison for him, to seal him away for all eternity. He wondered if the others who had agreed to his Assembly were here too or if he was to suffer incarceration alone. Still, he would get no answers just standing here, staring at these gates, so he pushed forward. Hearing voices, Gammaton quickened his steps, at first happy to see Hayim, but then saddened to know that Hayim's association with Gammaton had trapped the innocent god in this realm too. But upon noticing Oao and Ral, Gammaton knew that their being here likely had nothing to do with his own schemes, as he had not yet gotten around to contacting the God of Treasures and the Goddess of Darkness.

"Siblings! Though it is a great pleasure to see you all again, this is, unfortunately, no time to rejoice. I have surmised for a period of time, that greater powers exist that seek to enslave or destroy us, and I fear that this may be their doing. I am at a loss for I did not expect them to act this quickly, and I do not know what we can do to escape, unless one of you can shed light on this matter?" He looked around at the other gods, wondering if they had a solution, but the sight of the clock gate caught his eye. Though he did not understand what a clock is, he found the image, the very concept of it...beautiful.

World of Light

Din

Level 2 - (18/20) EXP
Location - Scrapyard - Endzone
Word Count: 269

@thedman

As Din danced in preparation for the fight with the giant winged Bowser clone, the enemy seemed to have some sort of deliberation, before the winged Bowser ended up just leaving to 'reclaim' his castle from pests, leaving the giant hand and the minions it summoned, who seemed to be friends with several of her party members. It enticed those party members with promises of paradise and reuniting with their loved ones, but Din didn't believe it. Din knew that whichever side the hero of time was on (in this case, Linkle), was the side of good, although no friend of Din had been summoned to convince or tempt her otherwise. For the most part, it seemed her allies had arrived at similar conclusions, choosing instead to fight, though Din noted with some dismay that Ratchet had succumbed. As the fighting ensued, her allies who did not have acquaintances summoned by the hand offered aid to those who did, and who were engaged in their own, very personal struggles. Of the ones who seemed to not have received any aid yet, Din assessed that Michael was the most in need of help, seemingly rendered helpless by the sight of his friend. "STOP!" Din yelled as she swung the Rod of Ages, throwing a white ball of magic at Franklin's feet, turning the patch of ground beneath him into cold, wintry terrain. She hoped it would be enough to cause the man to lose balance, or at least distract him enough to not shoot Michael. She ran in the direction of the two, hoping to provide Michael with some backup.

One Piece: The Scarlet Pirates (Reboot!) [Chapter 1 END]

Handel wasn't sure what to make of the intercepted messages, but it seemed they'd found trouble. Something involving some deal with the mayor and drunkards, possibly another pirate crew, though that was to be expected, given where they were. The message suddenly switched to sounds in the bar, from which Handel heard the captain's voice. Sounded like something shady was going down at the bar. Handel walked out onto deck, slightly confused. Did she go to the bar and bother the captain about unfounded suspicion and curiosity? Dare she leave the ship unguarded? Was there any point in sticking their nose in this island's business? As she ran through these thoughts, she noticed a messenger pigeon flying overhead. Odd. With the advent of Den Den Mushi, messenger pigeons were a thing of the past, unless someone specifically didn't want their message being intercepted via black Den Den Mushi. But that only made Handel even more curious as to the contents of the message. "Nobody will notice if this bird took a slight detour," Handel thought as she pulled a boatswain's call from her breast pocket, placed it to her lips, and, instead of producing the usual sound, mimicked a surprisingly loud pigeon's coo in an effort to entice the pigeon to come to her.

𝕁𝕚𝕘𝕠𝕜𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕜𝕦 𝔸𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕒 | A 'My Hiroaki-demia' RP

Haruishi Mari

Quirk: Born to Run (Thunder Road)

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@Jojo

Mari was surprised that Umi took off into the building so quickly without her, after having been so approachable. Was she just in a hurry to get away from the rowdiness, or was it something else? Could it be disdain or perhaps Umi had sensed Mari's annoyance? Mari shook the thought from her head. She wasn't here to babysit anyone. The capable took care of themselves, only the powerful could take care of others. Right now, Mari just needed to prove to herself that she was capable. Only when she was powerful could she afford to worry about others.

She followed Yomodachi towards the assembly hall, noticing that the school was not old and rundown like the rest of Kirisama. As requested, Mari left her duffel bag by the entrance near the shoe lockers. For a moment, she wass afraid to leave it by herself since everything she owned was in that bag, but Mari reminded herself that this was a school, not some back alley where one's possessions were likely to be pilfered. As they passed through the central courtyard, Mari noticeably kept her distance from the fountain in the center. Something about the clear, rippling surface reminded her of a moment in the kitchen, dirty dishes on her right, clean dishes on her left, powerful fingers gripping the nape of her neck, the muffled sound of shouting, the sting, smell and taste of soapy water as it entered her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth...

Mari slowed her breathing, clenched her fists and pressed on, pain turning into determination. "He was weak and incapable. He couldn't take even care of himself, let alone me. This quirk that you were so proud of. I'm here to make something of it. Would you be proud? Would you even care?" Upon entering the assembly hall, she looked around. It honeslty seemed like the room was big enough to accommodate all the students in a single row. Naturally, Mari headed to the front, not because she felt it was 'her place', nor because she was trying to garner attention; it just seemed rude, in such an empty room, to be in any row except to front. So she noted with some disdain that there were already people gathering at the very back. But since it seemed like there would be enough seats for twenty students at the front, Mari figured that if she sat down with a seat between her and her neighbors, it might make some students feel compelled to sit in rows further back, so to maximize space for the students coming in and to not disincentivize them from sitting in the front, Mari sat down next to another student without leaving an open seat between them. She happened to sit next to Kenji. The look on his face expressed eagerness, a sentiment that Mari appreciated, expected to see in her fellow students. "You seem excited. Me too. My new life begins here. Haruishi Mari, I hope we can get along as classmates," she introduced herself.