The Irish Tree

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

@13org(FYR), @GoddessOfNature

A loud, ferocious roar bellowed out of Magnus as his face paled, not one to appreciate surprises as the wolf "puppet" quickly got a faceful of log as Magnus lost his grip, accidentally chucking his makeshift log guard at it. Magnus: Bravest of Minotaurs, and slayer of puppet wolves.

With his minor heart attack having passed, Magnus nearly fell backwards as he realized that these things weren't of any threat. He was just...startled was all. Startled and super afraid. Taking several deep breaths and shivering a bit, Magnus was lucky to have actually been in the right mind to listen to Freyr about not jumping to axe someone a question. "R-Right...no jumping into a fight...I-I'll leave it to you to tell me when to attack, then." the Minotaur said as he kept both his hands now on the axe, trying to see if there were any signs of where the puppetmaster could be controlling the decoys from. Why were they doing this...Was the wolf all a lie? Was their job provider just someone looking for some sick kicks out of hunting would-be wolf slayers?

Magnus didn't know, and was frightened that he was literally in the dark as to what was going on, outside of one simple fact: Whoever this was, was pretty dang mean. Although, maybe they had their reasons, but still.

Taking a huge breath in, Magnus' chest puffed up before he exhaled, his breath almost visible from how hot and heavy the air escaping was. "Freyr...i-if things go really bad, leave me behind. I can do...something bad, but not with you nearby." he said, laying a hand across his heart as he tried to calm himself. Worse came to Worst, he could always try and go Berserk. He'd never let himself live it down if he hurt his teammate though, or someone innocent. Of course, he wasn't even sure if he could go berserk at will...he'd hope that if it did happen though, that Freyr would heed his warning. Stepping forward, Magnus once again was ready to jump into danger to protect his "friend".

Mahou Hīrō

That...was one big monster. To say that Kaiki was scared would be lying, but concern was certainly creeping into his mind. How would he defeat this? How much damage would it cause to the area? How would he keep civilians safe from it? And the answer to all those questions was balled up at his side, arcing with electricity.

He was gonna punch it. A lot.

As the ugly beast started to move its legs, Kaiki saw an opportunity and quickly bolted to action, jumping onto the beast's leg and starting to climb his way up, clinging to it with a mixture of augmented strength and static clinging. As if he was scaling a master of climbing, Kaiki was making his way higher and higher, until he reached near the beast's shoulder, or where its shoulders would be below its neck. Now, he was no monster biologist or anything, but given that it had a head, that must mean it had a neck. And a neck connected to a spine. And a spine connected to a brain of some sort. And so, Kaiki would navigate his way to the back of the beast's neck, one hand holding on while the other pushed in the crank on his bolt, a surge of electricity moving from it up his torso and into his arms. "SPARK UP! 10, 100, 1000, 100,000,000!" his belt shouted, the element of surprise entirely thrown out the window for theatrics. Thanks professor.

Regardless, Kaiki dug his feet into the shoulders of the monster as best he could, before his hands began to pummel at its neck, hitting where it was hardest as he tried to LITERALLY fry the bastard's brain with full-amped punches. "RIDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER..." he started as he wound one arm back, before noticing the massive beast's arm moving to swat him off. The Rider thought quickly though, and promptly jumped onto the monster's wrist in order to dodge its attack. Running along the length of the arm, Kaiki kept one fist winding up behind him, ducking and weaving to avoid various tendrils and hands from the monster's writhing form that was now on full alert against the white soldier of justice. However, all at once Kaiki would find himself being taken for a ride on the beast's other arm, gripping onto it as his right fist crackled with electricity, hands forming and grasping at him, trying to pull him into it and suffocate or crush him...or absorb him. Who knew really with these freaks.

Having no intention of dying, and quite pissed at how much his ribs hurt, Kaiki broke himself free from the grasp of the hands by shocking them, carrying himself over to about halfway across the tenticular arm before hands grabbed at his feet. "...Screw it, here's fine. ROLLIIIIING..." he said as his head, left arm, and torso were grabbed, starting to be pulled in. "THUNDER!" Kaiki bellowed, slamming his hand not only against, but through the black fleshy mass of the beast's arm, sending himself and the entire length of the pained collective's arm, using the remaining energy from Rolling Thunder to bash some heads in on the way done before falling with a calamitous thud. Literally having fallen onto his back from a normally fatal height, Kaiki was definitely going to feel that in the morning. Rising from his concrete crater, the Kamen Rider grimaced under his helmet at the beast, and the mob forming behind it of its children.

"...Wish you were here, NiTaka." he muttered to himself, remembering his formerly omnipresent Mechanical vehicle. Heck, he missed the entire Nirengers right now, but he needed something BIG to take that thing out.

The Duel Tower: The first year students. (A Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Academy Roleplay.) [Axed]

Alright. I think it's time to end this.

I don't think I can do this RP anymore, I'm afraid. It's been one hell of a ride, almost two years since I suggested rebooting it. It's been one heck of a ride, going in gung-ho without a plan and shooting for the moon to see what I'd get. Along the way I improved, dealt with drama, fleshed out some broken systems and actually had a plot going. Things looked to be going well, but then the pacing issues hit. Interest seemed to dwindle from my players, and honestly from me as well. I think it's been obvious for a while that my writing became more uninspired the longer this went along, and I've always dreaded having to come up with the next post.

Honestly, the only thing that kept me going was the fact I was the only one who could give you guys what you wanted: A YGO RP that wouldn't die. Not like any of KOgaming's or Garland's failed attempts, or forced-into-being-the-GM-while-not-wanting-to like Scarifar and Silver had to endure. No, I wanted to be the one that started something and then saw it through to the end. I felt I owed you guys that much.

But... I can't do it. It's not been fun for a while now. I guess I could try to shift the blame to you guys, but there isn't much point. I had to do most duels, and they became a chore to write. Whenever I tried to push something forward, I couldn't rely on anyone but one or two people to actually take initiative and, most of all, we just had too many people. Exclusing my two GMpc's, there were 13 characters I had to account for at all times. Make sure everyone had something to do within the honestly small scale of an academy. In that sense, the setting was very ill-fit. I came up with diversions, but they wound up being more of a farce. Encouraging people to make their own fun also wasn't working and I noticed some cliques started forming- and not going to lie, I have my own clique.

So yes, there are a lot of factors to this decision. However, I'll still say "Thank you". Because even if this is a big decision which I've been pondering and discussing for a while now, I feel grateful that this project was fun for some. I know it's going to be a dissapointment to see it end like this, but I think that keeping this going would have made it a shell of what it once was. Maybe one day I'll give GMing another shot, with my own original concept, some fleshed out rules, less characters and a whole new setting. But this has been a great learning experience, so...

Thanks for playing @Eklispe, @1Charak2, @Scarifar, @Jangel13, @Satoshi Kyou, @vancexentan, @Tojin, @The Irish Tree,
@LunarStandard and @Joshua Tamashii

@Ammokkx

Gonna miss this rp and playing Maisy with you guys, but it was definitely a blast. Too bad I never got to build Maisy's true final deck...

True Ultra Stall

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

@GoddessOfNature

Luckily, Magnus is nowhere near as scared of puppets as I am. someone please arrest all puppets
plsgodwhythisismyonephobia

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

@BCTheEntity

Screw my kitchen!!

I seasoned that pork with so much love and lemon... And now its gone!

I WANT MY FOOD BACK T__T

@13org

Wasting food with explosions is ILLEGAL, bucko!

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

@13org(FYR), @GoddessOfNature

Magnus held a hand in front of the eye holes of his helmet to keep the wind from blowing right into his eyes. And then, he heard some sort of trap trigger nearby as the sight of Freyr, tarred and feathered with something that wasn't tarred. Realizing that it was not some strange chicken rabbit monster but his companion, Magnus was about to cut him down before Freyr did the deed himself. Magnus wasn't expecially paying attention to the message given the far more...heckling howl. Was it mocking them? A tinge of fear was welling up in Magnus as he tried to pull a bit of the feathers off of Freyr without tugging his hair out. "W-What kind of wolf sets traps!?" he questioned, hurriedly scrambling to attention once Freyr had his bow out.

Tightening his grip on his axe in one hand, his makeshift log-tonfa-shield-guard thing in the other, Magnus stepped forward to stand between Freyr and the rustling bushes, but naturally off to the side to make sure he still had a good view of everything BUT Magnus' massive back. Gulping after a moment, Magnus called out to the bushes: "N-No wolf howls like that...who's there? P-Please, we just want to hunt the wolf and help the town...no need to fight." the minotaur stuttered as he tried to mask his trembling. Fighting a wolf was one thing, but if this was a person...would he even be able to lift his axe? He could only hope that his hunch was right about that not being a wolf...far as he knew, no Hyenas roamed this part of the world. Or laid traps.

Elder Tale: Sapporo the winds of fortune

To say that he was worried once the lines between reality and game became nonexistent would be an understatement as young Takeshi found himself in an utter panic at the feeling of being completely isolated in a virtual world away from...well, anybody he knew. His brothers, his mom, and his father...within MINUTES he was wishing to go home and never play a game again if that was what it took. But, such a wish wouldn't come true, at least not now. And so, the elven druid found himself once more with familiar faces at Silver Spoon, doing his best to make his life in this new world as livable as possible.

Very quickly him and the guild members found out that food...tasted like mush to anybody but Food Fighters like Matsuko. Further experimenting determined that, making the food bad, would also make it taste bad to a food fighter. It would be roughly six days after the apocalypse that Tafui, entirely by accident in his drudging tiredness of cooking all day and all night awoke and made an omelette without using his Crafting Menu whatsoever. When they expected mush, the chefs and foodfighters instead got...an omelette that tasted as it should.

With their knowledge in hand of cooking and their dedication to ensuring that people were able to eat without wanting to die of boredom, Tafui rolled out in his Cu Culinary to open up a small soup kitchen to the players in Sapporo.

About a week later, Tafui would find himself in near poverty, having spent quite a bit of his gold on ingredients and now having little to serve but soup and bread.

Matsuko leaning on his shoulder had the shorter elf leaning away a bit from her weight, as he sighed: "At this rate, lunch, dinner, and breakfast are going to be soup with bread crumbs...We need to stock up on inventory." Going through his nearby pack and bringing out Mountain Swallow, clenching his opposite fist as he steeled his confidence to go out and fight for real. "Matsuko...mind tagging along? If you do, we can get a lot more meat and um...maybe even find some spices. I don't know, but I don't want to let people go on just...this." he said, at the end pointing at his incredibly nothing-filled soup that seemed to be mostly chicken broth and some peas. Even 10% more taste wasn't enough to make that soup much better than mush.

Knights of Elementia.

hey guys got a new computer so I'll try and get a post up sometime tonight

@Keyblade87

Welcome.

Mahou Hīrō

"Bad Encounters? That's a hell of a way of saying you tried to kill me." Kaiki said as his foot impacted against a monster's face, pushing the mask into its face before it fell into pieces. He had a great deal of...disdain for Skull Man, even with all the rumors and news reports surfacing of him helping people. It was all a lie...had to be. Once evil, always evil. And M.I.R.R.O.R. was as evil as they came. He'd need to squeeze some information out of Skull Man before turning him in, but for now he had to agree that eliminating the swarm was of key importance. Kinda hard to drag someone to the police station if it gets overrun.

Electricity crackled off his hand as he wound his arm back, running forward and delivering a powerful straight to one of the minion's bodies, before finishing it off with a hook on the follow up. "So damn many..." Kaiki thought to himself as the beast's body fell limp and dissolved after a moment. Continuing his electric assault, Spark's fists were proving to be efficient at dealing with this crowd. it would be far easier to just use a Finishing Move to try and blow more away, but he needed to conserve his energy in case he needed to chase down Skull...Consequently, this also meant having to rely on Skull to watch his back from the encroaching beasts. "...What a shitty day. Take it that M.I.R.R.O.R. isn't behind this if they're gunning for you too?" he asked, turning to look at Skull as he kept his guard up, retaliating against anything that'd try and get through him. "Or is this just a bad ambush like last time?"

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

@13org(FYR), @GoddessOfNature

Magnus' ears flicked up and down in a panic as he heard footsteps and then a whisper on the wind. His mouth was hanging agape under the helmet as he tried his best not to scream, visibly trembling as he tried to take another step forward. What was WRONG with this forest!? He'd hunted some decently dangerous game back north, but this was...almost malevolent in its presence. Could it be some sort of monster? No...he didn't think anything that'd be mistaken for a wolf had claws that huge. And then the howl came and Magnus froze in place, worried that the sound breaking through his helmet would be the end of him. Thankfully it wasn't, and the Minotaur calmed his nerves after a moment...at least a little bit.

Lowering his axe a bit, Magnus was worried that he'd freeze up when the time came for the fight. Turning his head to Freyr as he spoke, he heard him say to call him if he needed him. "Wait...Huh?" Magnus asked, just barely in time to see Freyr jump into the treeline. Was...was he alone now? No, Magnus remembered the impending danger, dread, and silence was also there. What joyous company. Taking a deep breath, he accepted that if he wanted to come out of this alive and defeat whatever beast was stalking these woods, he would need to trust in Freyr completely to watch his back. Maybe if the beast attacked, he could stall it, let Freyr get an arrow from unseen. Wait, that was what he was doing! Pounding his closed fist over an open palm, Magnus felt like he finally got the gist of it. No "Wolf" could climb a tree, he hoped, so they'd never see an arrow from above coming! Confidence regained, he would stride forward, axe in hand as he walked alone, his hidden ally having his full trust on this.