The Irish Tree

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

@Lmpkio

Just thought I'd mention, Analisse is also taking the same quest as Magnus. She kinda stabbed it with her lance and all.

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

@13org(FYR),@Enkryption
FF5353

Time passed quickly in the minotaur's lonely slumber. It was cold, it was damp...and it wasn't anywhere near as helpful as he imagined it would be. Reality wasn't convenient enough that a single night of self-inflicted sleeping in the cold was enough to develop a person. Rising from his bed of leaves and moss, Magnus shook his hair around to remove the various twigs, leaves, and small insects that had found themselves tangled within it. Glumly he rose to greet the morning sun, leaning against a sturdy tree with one arm, and picking his hair with the other. "...This wasn't a good idea," he lamented, moving to head to work at the guild building just a short distance away from the small hermit's camp that he had set up in the night.

Hearing the bit about the financial situation made him feel extremely guilty...he was after all returning after two days of not being paid for jobs, and the hole in the wall was definitely a huge concern. It made the whole guild positively freezing at night...plus there were always going to be animals trying to sneak in so long as it remained. Clenching his right fist, the minotaur resolved himself to doing a job right today; This couldn't be something he could fail, since tomorrow he'd be escorting that nun with Freyr. With his axe sheathed upon his back, Magnus stepped forward to take a job before he was startled by the lance piercing the board. As the mysterious newcomer proudly announced that she would be taking that quest, it drew Magnus' attention to it. A kidnapped lover? Well, Magnus was sure that it was within his abilities, especially with someone so boisterous and confident. "I-I'll join you on that, Miss." the minotaur said quietly to Annalise, before turning to Freyr as he checked the board as well.

"Hey, um...Freyr, don't forget about the promise we made that lady. We have to escort her to Varjo tomorrow. J-Just reminding, is all." he said, not wanting to annoy Freyr with too dense a reminder as he prepared to embark on his quest. Next Stop: Boreal Port. Luckily he knew the way, in case his traveling companion did not. Looking back to the guild, Magnus worried about Talia, but...he would have to speak to her later. There were only so many hours in the day, after all.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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A9A9A9
Arising from the night's slumber, Nephele was quick to retrieve her laundry, forming a solid wall of fog around herself as she ventured outside in the conveniently censored buff in order to retrieve her dress from the drying rack. Once it was once again upon her form, the dragoness did a slight twirl, feeling elated to not have to borrow Neil's clothes anymore. This time she would be sure to keep her dress clean...or at least, make a stop to buy a few more to at least have something to wear while her favorite dries. Admiring the bit of seam work she put into repairing the torn bits, the cave dragoness returned to the guild hall in time to hear the speech about the guild needing money. Silently, she wished that Bart had taken her suggestion to heart, but figured that for now it would just have to be a lesson for him to learn, that this style of business couldn't continue for long, if at all.

Striding over to the board, Nephele pondered briefly over the options at hand, noticing that there now seemed to be a hole through one of the quests. Well...seemed that one was taken. Taking a moment to resist the urge to place a slash through Ian's quest, Nephele instead turned her attention to the one relating to ambush. It certainly would be risky, but her fog granted her damningly effective stealth capabilities and escape potential. As such, even if the quest went south, she was confident that she would be capable of pulling through. Looking around, Nephele noticed no sign of Talia so far...or Neil. Wait, if Neil wasn't here, who was writing those comments? Shaking her head free of that train of though, she instead poked her knife-like finger into the paper for [Liberation, at Any Price]. "I will take this one. If anyone wishes to join me, I'd prefer if they're able to conceal themselves easily enough," she said, before marching off to where the meeting place was to be.

[Liberation, at Any Price]

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

I take it this is full, then?

Fate/Crimson Dusk

As the summonings concluded, Joachim quickly found his servant curiously pacing about the room, gazing at the various summoned servants as well as their masters, while her own summoner was forced to follow after her. Her curiosity was almost childlike as she observed the heroic spirits summoned, before the slightest sigh escaped her lips as she turned around, crossing her arms and walking past Joachim. "It seems he isn't here...Ah well. I was a fool to get my hopes up; Human history is long, and heroes are great in number, after all." she said, ears twitching as the mention of leadership arose. Before Joachim could even assert his opinions on the matter, Caster stepped forward towards Rider and Anderson, throwing her thoughts into the matter by saying: "It certainly makes more sense to vote for a leader upon arriving in Poland; However, we will need a stronger basis for trust rather than simple proclamation of accolades and victories. Verifying our True Names to each other would ensure an understanding on equal grounds...though that can wait."

"Caster, what are you-" Joachim started, before Caster clasped her pale hands around one of his. "Come now, my Master. I've need for components, and I surmise you do as well." she said, before practically dragging him out of the room with an almost childlike glee. Completely caught up in Caster's abundant enthusiasm, Joachim quickly found himself browsing King's wares with her, the young boy clearly irate at her haste. "Caster, why did you suggest revealing true names back there? It could put everyone a at a huge disadvantage if information got out. We don't know where the Red faction has ears and-" he tried to lecture, but was swiftly cut off.

"Tell me, Joachim, what is the most important thing in war." Caster said, closing one eye to look through a gemstone on display to examine its quality. "What is the most desirable thing you could have in an ally, when facing down countless enemies?"

Joachim was caught off guard by the question, and scratched the back of his neck as he pondered an answer. He was a healer, not a fighter, so it was obvious what his inexperienced answer would be: "You'd want your allies to be strong, right? That's the point of this kind of grail war." he said.

Caster smiled, delicately handling a piece of vibrantly colored snake skin. "Incorrect, but not necessarily wrong. Strength is important, yes, but there is another more vital trait one needs." she would say, before suddenly turning to him. "A strong ally can betray you at any time. Strength wins wars, yes, but strength isn't just born of a single powerful ally. It is good to be strong, yes, but Trust is what allows the weak to band together to topple the strongest. Know this, Joachim: Though those in the room are alike in being heroic spirits, a hierarchy is formed simply by our containers. Caster, in terms of singular fighting ability, could never hope to match any of the classes without a trick up their sleeve...or another Servant helping them," her explanation continued, as the small bags of Caster's purchases piled up. "As such, my True Name being revealed bothers me little, but to others it proves a touchy subject. Some bear obvious weaknesses from their lives, or from match ups against certain types of foes, while others simply would rather not have their secrets exposed perhaps to conceal a Noble Phantasm hidden away."

Joachim was taken aback by all of...that, and asked: "W-Wait, hold on...I don't get it. That still doesn't explain why you talked about True Names so early on."

Caster hummed, tapping her dainty index finger against her own chin. "Well, to put it simpler...I'm gambling on the chance that someone will accept, and exert pressure on the others to do the same. I cannot say I trust someone unless I know exactly how they died, after all. Speaking of it then and there put it into people's minds as a possibility, and I assumed that you'd want closer ties to strong Servant and Master pairs, Master." she said, ringing up her purchases as soon as she was capable. It was a sizable sum, for sure, but definitely within what one could expect for a master/servant pair. Luckily, most of Joachim's magecraft required little in terms of physical components, so they were free to leave. Still...Joachim couldn't help but be unnerved by Caster's way of thinking. He had no doubt that, if he wasn't careful, Caster may very well simply slay him and take his command seals. As she was walking away, he pondered using one in order to force future obedience, but...that was too broad. Nervously clutching the command seals hidden by his clothes, Joachim followed Caster.

He'd hoped to get an agreeable servant, but...Caster was almost suspiciously agreeable. As if she were already planning on how to get the grail from everyone before the war had even really begun. He didn't know if she planned to form a sub-faction within Black to steal the grail from the others, or if it was all just to secure a cleaner victory, but he did know that the way she smiled was...unnerving.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

I'm interested in this and was wondering if there were any slots left? I don't know a lot about Granblue, but from my understanding I don't need to know much.

@floodtalon

There are most certainly slots open, and you need to know Nothing about Granblue, save for that it exists and is also here. Every bit of lore is, more or less, explained in the first OOC post. There is also where you'll find the list of open elements for crew members.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Ammokkx,@Skyrte

Corday was stunned as the young erune boy just...ditched them to go fight some goblins. Seeing his magic in action however, the dagger wielding erune woman knew that, if he had the bravery for that, he probably had the skills to back it up. He definitely had an attitude problem though; After all, who swore at his age? Still, she respected his courage, and as soon as this was over, she was going to buy him a treat...probably on someone else's tab. Regardless, with Arno now springing into action, Corday flicked out two more of her hidden knives, seemingly having an endless supply of them up her sleeves as she dashed forward.

Most of Arno's shots were hitting their marks, but the crude armor the goblins had on was just enough to make some of the shots not fatal. The one he speared with his bayonet though, was definitely done for. Seeing a goblin rear its head up as well as a sling, Corday flicked her wrist and sent her knife flying just as the rock from the sling was loosed; In a clash of stone and steel, the knife stuck into the rock and caused it to fall limply to the ground, before Corday's other dagger became embedded within the goblin's skull.

Just when she was feeling good about herself however, another goblin that had snuck up from the side of the ship grabbed at her boot, seeking to pull her down with it. Falling, she scarcely managed to land her hands upon the railing before the goblin pulled itself up, trying to bash her fingers apart with its club. Scrambling, she shimmeyed along the railing just in time to get her fingers to not explode, before she grabbed the head of the goblin's club, tugging it to force the goblin to fall instead of her before climbing back up. Judging from the dull crunch that echoed, it sounded like he'd landed head first against a rock. Things were going good so far...at least they would be, before the horn sounded.

As if commanded by the meaningless music of that war horn, the goblins present and not already within the ship fled back towards the sound of the horn, before a larger figure emerged; His body was at least twice as large, and twice as hideous as the goblins preceeding him, dark gray skin with eerie yellow eyes. A Hobgoblin Chieftain had come out personally with this raid; A significantly greater challenge than any lone goblin. Riding forward on his wolf, he effortlessly leapt from it to land on the ship's deck, banging his crude metal club against his ramshackle wooden shield, bound with animal leather. "Smallfilth and Catfilth..." he grunted as he stepped forward, banging his club against the deck as he walked, a dull wooden thud echoing as he poked holes in the deck. "I'm gonna enjoy this..."

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Cyll would certainly hear that horn, though his attention would soon be divided from that as a loud hissing erupted from one of the nearby bushes, a flash of teal scales slithered past before he would see it. Though he had only been here a short time, there were certainly tales of the infamous serpent of the island; At both times a predator and the guardian of the island, the beast worshiped as a Deity before him was none other than Apep. Though its presence was terrifying, as were its many teeth, the beast simply cast a glance at Cyll before slinking off further into the woods. It wouldn't be wise to follow it, but all the tales the local hunters told said that it never ventured this far inland, with large flying animals often being its preferred prey.

Then however Cyll would realize something; The direction it was heading towards was the ship. And the convicts that were still fighting aboard it.

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Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption
bc8dbf

Marshall could feel the pain of the poison that could never kill him, the symptoms pass right through as the irritating blisters formed and then dissolved from his regenerative abilities. Enraged by the death of their hive member, the hornets buzzed furiously around Marshall, attempting to stab at him with their already cut numbers. His experience could tell him that these things were simply drones of some sort; It was likely that they had stumbled upon the woman in their search for food, and attempted to use her as a good supply for the day. The woman looked fearfully up at Marshall, tears welling in her eyes as she saw the wound he had just taken. Burying her face in her arms, she tried to scoot away but winced in pain as her twisted ankle throbbed.

Just as a less distracted hornet was about to swoop around Marshall and deliver a sting to her, it quickly found itself disintegrated by the force of Mucu's hands smashing together, releasing their lock to let the bits of wing and chitin fall to the ground before the mushroom man stood beside Marshall, the young girl on his back. "I don't leave my patients behind! Besides, I have just the thing for this!" the girl said before suddenly sitting up on top of Mucu's head, hurriedly opening up what appeared to be small holes in his head, before pulling out a noxious lime colored bottle. "Bombs away!" she yelled, hurling the cylindrical bottle before it smashed against the ground, about twenty feet before Marshall. The approaching swarm that was over the area suddenly started flying around erratically, smashing into one another as their wings slowed, before they fell to the ground, twitching and helpless.

There was still a swarm of workers and warriors approaching Mucu and Marshall however. With a silent gaze cast right into Marshall's eyes, the mushroom man stood back, to protect the two girls behind him from any that would evade Marshall's blasts. Meanwhile, Amanita provided some medicine and an antidote to the woman who had collapsed, softly stroking her shoulder. "Shh...its okay Ms. Rumaya, Mr. Marshall is strong. And Mucu's strong too!" she exclaimed, letting Marshall know for sure that she was counting on him.

Fate/Prisma Connections (the reboot!)

What had been a heroic standoff against a seemingly never-ending wave of petrified students, teachers, and various other cursed people soon became a free fall as Noboru was sent hurtling out of the hallway towards the ground. His senses had at least let him curl up a bit before the explosion hit...though judging by the lack of any real pain from where he thought he got explode-d made him wonder just what kind of power Installing had given him. Landing on his back, Noboru winced as he looked back up at the building. It was as if he'd only fallen a foot or so in terms of physical feedback, and he couldn't help but wonder just where the hell this power had all come from, and if this was all just some strange dream that'd end. Sadly, reality wasn't so kind as his ears perked up, driving his empowered form to move in an instant as an arrow whizzed past his neck; Some new sense of experience in his mind told him that strike was targeted, planned to strike a vital point...and oddly, squinting his eyes, that arrow seemed to move slow enough that if he tried, he could catch it in his hands.

There wasn't time for that however, as the stone soldiers that he had thrown out the window, as well as the many that had been blown out by the explosion circled around him.

"So...uh...what else can I do?" Noboru questioned as he sidestepped a stab from a stone soldier, dropping to all fours as two to his sides swung, their stony blades clashing where his head at one point been.

"Hrm...well, I'm not a really fancy sort of Spirit, so if you were hoping for some sort of beam, or legendary weapon, might as well get used to disappointment. Fun as it'd be to watch you stumble around with my powers, I'd rather not die so soon after meeting my Master. 8 O'clock." the spirit within his mind warned, Noboru heeding the direction to narrowly dodge away, aided by the chain who's head was tightly wrapped around his left fist.

"I don't need some beam...I need a manual. And what's with the ears?" Noboru questioned, the stag ears in question twitching and flitting up and down as three arrows whizzed by him, deflected by the chain's swipes around him. Feeling that now he was beginning to be overwhelmed, Noboru sprinted forward, figuring he could just vault up another wall. Since, y'know, being possessed let you do that or something.

"Eh, complicated. You'll get used to them if you stick with it. Surprised you didn't notice the antlers first."

"...The what?" Noboru asked, just before being ambushed by a stone soldier jumping from a window, forced to block with all his strength against the aerial assailant's assault. His chain was tightly wrapped around both his hands, stretched taut to catch the stony blade as he twisted and pulled the chain to toss it out of the figure's hand, before a swift kick to their chest sent them stumbling back. Taking a moment to feel the top of his head, he was shocked to feel the bony pillars protruding from the top, but...today was already weird enough, so he could ignore that for now. "Not important. You said 'Someone' is using them like this. Tell me how to stop them...whatever your name is."

Its Herne. H-E-R-N-E. Do they really not talk about me anymore? I used to be a big deal, you know. Anyways, don't even worry about it. Just run away and hide out for a bit; Idiot is probably burning up all his mana just using this Noble Phantasm. We can hit him after he's taken the town and thinks its secure."

Noboru clenched his fists as he ran, before suddenly pivoting on his left foot to spin back around, lashing out with his chain in order to whip the arrows flying at him out of the air. "There's still people in here! And there's gotta be more in the town. I'm not just gonna-" he started, before the voice in his head interrupted him. "You're not just gonna do the smart thing, and save everyone all at once, instead tiring yourself out to run in the middle of EVERYTHING yourself instead of catching him off guard. You can pretend to be a heroic big shot all you like with power like this, but that guy's on a whole other level from you," Herne explained.

Noboru stopped, childishly stubborn to admit that, for how cruel it was to just...leave everyone...Herne was kind of right. If this could all be undone...it might just be more effective to wait and end it in one fell swoop. He was just starting to buy into that line of thinking, before the face of his petrified mother came back into his mind.

"...Herne. Work with me here. I'm not just gonna charge in, but I can't just leave everyone here. What can I...what can WE do?" Noboru questioned, as he backed further and further away from the terracotta army.

A deep sigh echoed in his mind, as if he'd just actually convinced a lazy child to cooperate. "Okay, so, there's this ONE thing we can do to make it easier to hunt for survivors; See how your right arm's wooden? Jam your palm into some dirt, and watch what happens." Herne explained as Noboru immediately complied. His wooden hand breached the dirt present in a nearby flowerbed, and, in an instant, a sharp pain caused "something" to split from his being, before the pot would explode violently into a mess of vines, brambles, leaves, flowers...all of which spread out with an abundant desire to grow, propagate, and completely consume the surrounding area. Terracotta soldiers suddenly found themselves entangled in thick underbrush, surrounded by trees that completely shifted the landscape. The interior of the school was left unchanged, though it would become clear to everyone that something had happened.

Mere moments after the planting had finished and the school grounds were covered in plants, small woodland animals began to merge from contorted branches, some even just APPEARING from out of bushes, their bodies composed entirely of bark, and their eyes replaced with distant white dots that seemed too far back in the skull to truly be "eyes". First, it was small things, like rats and sparrows, but after a few minutes owls and deer would begin to blossom outwards. Directionless, they wandered about, attempting to eat foliage and not at all being surprised at their inability to do so. The owls would catch and shred the mice, the deer would graze and flee; It was as if an entire forest had been transplanted and recreated.

"...Won't this make everyone harder to find?" Noboru questioned, before Herne immediately said: "Walk into a bush. This is the fun part."

Obeying his partner in crime, Noboru stepped into a bush that was about as tall as him before vanishing completely from sight; To Noboru, he was simply stuck in a mass of leaves and twigs that poked at his skin, but to the world, Noboru Maki had vanished completely. As such, the stone soldiers would lose interest quickly. "Now we just follow where they go, and bam, people for you to save." he said, as Noboru moved from foliage to foliage, completely evading detection so long as he was covered in green, thanks to his Jack in Green skill. First, he would try to find Maggie once again if he could. Then, he could regroup with the others out front to get her to safety before diving back into the school to look for survivors. "I'm gonna be honest here though; You can only keep this thing up for about 30 minutes before you'll pass out from exhaustion. Don't waste time." Herne at this point was basically revealing that he didn't like giving all the details up front, which caused Noboru to pick up the pace.

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

@Enkryption
A9A9A9
Annalise could sense the faintest sense of malice emanate from Nephele at the mention of "hatchling", before it quickly faded as Nephele tried her best not to remember a former person in armor that had grossly underestimated her. However, she smiled slightly at the insult being turned towards Annalise herself. "I have time. Come, let's give you a proper tour of the Guild's facilities," she said, before leading Annalise in the OPPOSITE direction of the forge, figuring that she'd naturally want to see the rooms first, which lacked metal, then back downstairs for the bathroom which was largely porcelain, which hid the juicy iron the hidden slime so sought. After the stables, the piece de resistance would come in the form of Nephele walking her into the forge.

"And here is where guild members maintain their equipment, or request that those with the adequate skills create new items for them. Judging from your armor, you will be frequenting this little stop quite a lot, Miss...oh my." Nephele said, a bit embarrassed at never having asked for the woman's name. "My apologies, what was your name again?" the dragoness would ask, still too close for comfort, her eyes practically shimmering as she took in the substantial value of the armor Annalise bore. And that hammer...she had to restrain herself from trying to touch the gem-encrusted metals before her, just on account of their majesty. If Annalise looked real hard, she'd see Nephele's tail swishing behind her, betraying her rather stoic facial expression.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Ammokkx,@Skyrte,@Guess Who,@Suku,@Awesomoman64

Corday's ears perked up at the boy's question, before she cleared her throat, saying: "Well, y'see, the Zweite did a bad thing to a lot of people, so frankly any kind of property rights they HAD before they tossed us in jail are kiiiinda out the window." After helping Arno get his ship shape worthy, Corday sighed and hopped off the top of the ship to head down below. "Oh yeah, what's your name Kid? What are YOU doing out so far in the woods? Could be bandits or weirdos out here...or even-" she started, before a rustling in a nearby bush set her on edge. Pulling a thin dagger from beneath one of here sleeves, Cyll could see from her stance that she had experience fighting.

A stone from a sling scarcely missed her forehead, retaliated by a knife plucked from the opposite sleeve, embedding itself snugly within the skull of the monster that had attacked her. Going over carefully, she peeled the brush back to get a good look, seeing a goblin of all things dead from her knife. Her eyes widened, before she started scrambling back to the ship. "GOBLINS! WE GOT GOBLINS! Kid, get downstairs and let us handle it, okay?" she said, before tossing off the ill-fitting armor she had been wearing, before several howls could be heard. It was clear to Cyll that she was treating him as a child, and as such was putting herself between him and the approaching goblins. "Arno, think you can shoot a few down?"

Cyll would know from the time he'd spent on the island the curious spotted wolves resided here, but of greater concern was the public knowledge that the island's goblin population had long since domesticated many packs of wolves for their personal usage. What would have likely been a raiding party hell bent on attacking Beetraz to the south now had an entire airship to raid, ripe for the picking. With many of the ship's occupants still rattled from the crash, it would fall to those capable to mount a defensive. Cursing under her breath, Corday watched as three goblins riding wolves ducked into the hole within the ship, on the same deck level that Perkeo, Skathi, Cayde, and Sid were on.

Perkeo would be the first to cry out at the goblins' presence, as the green monsters cackled: "Focus on the big one! Manfilth after!" before the two other goblins launched slings at Perkeo, the large draph blocking them by hiding behind his instrument. "C-Come now, there's no reason for us to fight like this, is there?" he pleaded, before buckling over as his unprotected gonads recieved a sling stone dead center to them. Doubled over in pain, the draph male was just...kind of a pathetic sight.

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Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption

The young girl, apparently named "Amanita" judging by how she reassured the mushroom man paused in confusion for a moment, before hurriedly nodding her head. "M-Mhm! I'm not pretending mister. I'm a real doctor! A-And an alchemist too!" she seemed to brag, before hurriedly reaching into her little surgeon's kit and pulled out a bottle of disinfectant. "Hold still Mister-Mister Marshall. And please, don't pull any of these out. They're stopping the...the bloo...?" she said, pausing as she realized that although it was slow, Marshall's body was impossibly healing, practically spitting out the bits of metal. Nervously she gulped, saying: "I-I'm Amanita, Mister Marshall. This here's my best friend, Mucu. Say "Hi" Mucu." she said, and at her behest the mushroom man gave a friendly, wordless wave to Marshall. She would tenderly excise bits of metal from Marshall, making sure to disinfect the wounds. Even if they were healing, they'd get infected, she assumed. "Mister are you...a-are you a Primal beast?" she fearfully questioned, before the two of them would hear a shriek from deeper into the woods to the east.

Rather than goblins assailing a ship, this time a swarm of large, hornet-like monsters were chasing after a young woman dressed in a rather plain blouse and long skirt, her raven black hair that reached the middle of her back was tussled, leaves intermixed with it as she continued running. Her violet eyes were clouded with tears, and, most noticeable to Marshall even from this distance was the distinctive mark upon the left side of her face in the shape of a handprint; As if the fires of hell itself had reached out and touched her face. A familiar, horrifyingly nostalgic mark that blemished her otherwise beautiful face as she ran for her life. Given the speed at which the insects were gaining, it wouldn't be long until they got to her.

In an instant that time to get to her became mere seconds as her foot suddenly twisted over a root, the woman being unable to do anything but shield her face as the insects closed in on her. "Mucu! Help!" Amanita ordered, before her mushroom companion sprinted forward. Even with the immense strength the mushroom possessed, Marshall knew he wouldn't make it in time...but he was conveniently running towards the woman, and not the insects, giving him a clear shot.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

My sincerest apologies for this being so damn slow at the moment. I'll get a post up after classes tomorrow that'll at least give people something to do. For those waiting on him, Awesomoman was in an accident and will be recovering for some time, so I'll have something prepped for that too.