The Irish Tree

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

Will be posting today. Week has been a shitshow.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

This week is shaping up to be hectic for me, between me needing to move stuff from my grandma's house down here as well as a midterm this Wednesday, so probably expect a post either this weekend or next week. Sorry for the inconvenience guys.

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

Sorry it took so long. Weekend has been a nightmare for rp time for me.

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

@Enkryption
FF5353

Magnus froze as his companion spoke, nervously sweating at the very obvious threat made by Annalise, as well as her incredibly hostile attitude towards the holstaur before them. Their information gathering for the past hour or so had been fruitless, and if they lost this lead before them, it would make clearing this quest almost impossible. As such, Magnus gently pushed Annalise back by her chestplate, shaking his head. "What are you saying!? I-I'm sorry Miss." he said, now occupying the space Annalise had once taken up. Bashfully scratching the back of his fluffy white locks of hair, Magnus was beyond embarrassed to have to bail someone out of conversational suicide with a cousin of his own race. He hadn't personally talked to a holstaur since he left home, and so figured that he'd try a far...friendlier approach than Annalise had.

From that simple shove, Annalise could feel for certain that Magnus was strong, even for a normal monster. If his physique didn't already betray that. Also evident was how much he was holding back, given that it was just a light shove that got her to move. The Minotaur before her smiled at the woman, saying: "S-So, basically, we've been hired by Jeb Blanck to find someone. We were hoping to find him, or someone that knew his farm south of Ambran, but so far nobody has had any information. Do you happen to know where we can find him, Ma'am? We'd really appreciate any help you could give." the burly minotaur said, bowing his head to try and appeal to the woman, despite him still towering over her while bowing.

[Who Are You To Judge?]

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Nephele tensed up when she realized that she had been seen. She'd hoped that the foliage would provide sufficient coverage for her to not be noticed right away, but it seemed their scouts had keen eyes. The man with the ridiculous helmet was the first to speak, directly mentioning her race and questioning her intentions. It seemed that he certainly knew how to recognize a monster, but had little to no fear of them. While she probably could simply emit her poisonous fog and kill them while helpless, the town was just within sight and no doubt someone was watching. As such, Nephele hatched a plan to get out of this via conversation; Naturally, an excuse such as someone just talking a walk through this wartorn area would not suffice. However, judging from the haggard look of the town, she knew one thing any starving populace needed. Saying she was from Boreal would rouse suspicion, since she was approaching from the east and all.

"I am here from Artenni's Emporium's Mahigan branch. We'd gotten a request some time ago for a caravan to be dispatched here, and I was to find the path to Sonarra for them. Best to have a monster cut through brush after all." she said, trying to play into both their obvious need of supplies, as well as the potential that these soldiers may very well try to rob her. "If you'd grant us passage, we can stop and provide our goods to your people in about an hours' time. If that is agreeable, that is."

[Liberation, at Any Price]

Fate/Crimson Dusk

Just as a heads up, I'm gonna be busy for most of this week. So, I'll try and see if I can get a post up, but don't wait up on me if you need to progress.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Mushi

Appearance:

Name: Mushi

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Race: Draph

Element: Fire

Dream: "I will create a sword style worthy of the title strongest!"

Home: Mushi comes from the island of Kaifeng. It is a place where the inhabitants compete to prove that their fighting style is the best, in violently destructive but surprisingly nonlethal fashion. On Kaifeng, the tradition of "dojo destroying" is ubiquitous and literal. A dojo's worth is in some ways measured by how old their building is. Needless to say, the construction industry thrives, as does the medical industry. Tournaments of various shapes and sizes are held on practically a daily basis.

Gimmicks: Mushi has a "Kung Fu" or "Wuxai" style fighting style, full of elaborate special moves and forms, that flirts with and then directly crosses over into the supernatural with fiery effects on her attacks. She is a very impressive duelist with a minor in excessive property damage. However, she's relatively at terrain advantage, ranged combat, underhanded tactics, and multi-person fights, all things her rigid training didn't prepare her for. She believes this to be a flaw of her style, and set out in the wider world to gain experience to fix that, but, well, she hasn't exactly had a lot of time to gain that experience yet.

Personality: Mushi has the smug overconfidence of someone who is sure they've got things figured out, that they're the one who has cracked the code of how the world works. And who hasn't had enough life experience to get proven wrong yet, given the ripe old age of fifteen. Mushi is concerned that due to the lack of external influence, rather than Kaifeng's ubiquitous competitions driving them to higher and higher heights of martial prowess, everyone's simply cyclically developing stale counters to each other. In short, she thinks that everyone's playing the meta rather than developing a style that has true adaptability and power. She thinks that in order to make progress towards that unattainable perfection of a 'strongest' sword style, she must leave home to explore the wider world. And hit it really hard.

Background: Mushi was born into the warrior's life. Or, well, the life of the warrior who studies battle and spars, but doesn't actually ever fight with life and death upon the line. She was born and raised as the fourth of six blood heirs of the Naha dojo, which was only demolished three times during her childhood. Quite the impressive feat thanks to the strength of her Father. But each time it was demolished, and each time they rebuilt, it left a mark on Mushi's mind. Rather than seek further strength, they simply devised counters to the moves that had defeated them this time. This left Mushi disillusioned with the Naha fighting style, even though she still practiced it.

In order to begin searching the skies, Mushi took up being a mercenary. She was getting along just fine enough at this job until her first shore leave, at which point her culture's rather literal interpretation of dojo destroying resulted in her incarceration.

Inventory: Mushi carries a massive blade that one would think would be more akin to a siege weapon than a device of personal defense. It is both, in Mushi's hands.

Not too fancy yet, but it should get the basic concept across.

@The 42nd Gecko

Sorry for the late response, this weekend has been busy for me.

There isn't much that I find wrong with the sheet itself, though a specific typo under gimmicks bugs me, that being: "However, she's relatively at terrain advantage, ranged combat, underhanded tactics, and multi-person fights, all things her rigid training didn't prepare her for". I'm assuming that should have "relatively poor" in front of that.

Other than that though, a good character to add to the crew since our last spunky fiery swords-draph dropped. Go ahead and pop her into the character tab after fixing that quote, and I'll get her introduced in the next post.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Awesomoman64,@Guess Who
Being no fool, the goblin that had been facing off against Cayde and Sid backed away upon its steed, before the beast bolted away with its master in tow. With that one gone, now the twosome would have to turn their attentions to the deck up above. The other passengers aboard the ship were starting to come to, and panic was set in at the sound of the Hobgoblin's horn. Perkeo would...probably be fine. His future kids for certain wouldn't, but he was only in pain. Agonizing, humiliating pain. The two would need to be quick in their plans however, as the sound of fighting ensued above them. In addition, the resounding distant horns would tell the two that yet more trouble was on the horizon, the old saying: “We still hone the axe which slew your kin. Tis’ still sharp and ever-ready” coming to mind. Much like how the riders had fallen, more regular goblins wouldn't pose much threat to the two veterans of combat.

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@Skyrte
Arno would find the Hob far more attentive than his fellow Gobs, given that even as he stared down Corday, he didn't once take his eyes off the small harvin. Aware that Arno was armed with some sort of firearm judging from the smell of gunpowder on his nose, the Hob's nostrils flared for a moment before it suddenly pounced towards Corday, club gripped tightly in its hands as it closed the distance. Corday knew Arno's plan, but...now it was getting hairy. The knife-wielding erune found herself hurriedly dodging the quick, almost assuredly fatal strikes and sweeps the Hobgoblin made with his solid club, noting that every time he repositioned, it put her between Arno and the Hobgoblin. The rumors were indeed true; Hobgoblins were far smarter than their smaller counterparts. A knife found some purchase, slicing into the monster's cheek as it dodged back, only for Corday to find a club smashing into her stomach as she was flung back. Reeling and resisting the urge to vomit once again, the blonde erune slowly rose to her feet as the Hobgoblin approached her, brandishing the dagger on its belt rather than the club. It had intent to kill, and was ready to act upon it.

Judging from the sound of distant horns, Arno could tell that backup was coming, and now might be his only chance to shoot down the Hobgoblin in his thirst for blood. Shakily standing, Corday held one hand over her gut, while the other did its best to line up a dagger between the monstrous humanoid's eyes as he lurched forward, right in the path of the Akula.

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@floodtalon
Having initially arrived oblivious to the dangers of the woods, the white-scaled Dhirom inventor quickly found herself in a bad spot. Initially having spotted the crash, she had presumed it to likely be a great place to harvest some parts for her next prototype, only to find the place under attack by a siege of goblins of varying sizes. In addition, the Zweite colors flown by the various banners all over would tell her that most likely, anyone alive on that ship kind of had the power to putt her in jail. Of note however was the goblin riders closing in on the ship, and, after a moment, she would find that those aboard the ship flew no colors or symbols of the Zweite at all.

For the young inventor, time was crucial here; If she waited too long, the ship would either be at the pickings of the goblins, or sent completely up in flames by the ensuing fight that was going on. Zweite airships were known for having relatively upper crust engineering behind them, and what better ship would there be to pick parts from than the ones who very much wanted her locked behind bars?

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@Ammokkx
The great snake deity Apep, worshipped for the power it held, was now stalking the forests with Cyll chasing after it, matching pace with the long, rather slow beast as it changed its downed prey, the airship stolen from Ziggurat. Now however the question of HOW to get it away was another thing entirely. As someone who had been actively hunting for some time, Cyll would already have heard the various folk tales surrounding the gargantuan serpent; In the days of the war, it snatched airships whole from the very air, over a mile above the forest's canopy. Griffons, Wyverns, and even powerful dragons were no match for the nightmarish and venomous maw the beast possessed. Now, all that stood between it and a ship full of people unable to defend themselves from such a thing was a young boy with spunk, and knowledge of the area.

However, another old wives tale and cautionary advice from the elder hunters of the hamlet would spring back to mind; A legenadrily ferocious forest Hydra resided not far from here within a cave, and was known to pick fights with Apep, having over twenty heads from the numerous failed skirmishes it had with the beast. While it likely couldn't defeat it, it would work as a sufficient distraction. Alternatively, drawing its attention by attacking would be foolish, but given the beast's relatively poor eye sight, Cyll might be able to hide after launching an attack. Simply warning the crew may also be effective, but with so many injured from the crash, there might be no telling how many casualties Apep's arrival would bring.

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Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption
bc8dbf
At Marshall's question of whether his benefactor was listening, a bored affirmative of: "Ay, I am." before the primal beast added: "Though, frankly, your little lover is of no concern to me. Karma itself seems to despise you, Marshall, wretch that you are. Try not to burn this one MORE, if that's not too much to ask."

A chill ran up Amanita's spine as Marshall spoke, knees trembling before she quickly found herself swept off her feet by Mucu, along with Rumaya. Fearfully holding onto her mushroom man compatriot, she buried here face in his chest to try and forget just how...sinister Marshall had felt in that moment. He'd been so warm and friendly before, but now...now it was like he was possessed by something bereft of constraint. Mucu meanwhile simply stomped along with the two girls safely in his arms, now carrying a serious furl to his brow. Or, what was close enough to being his brow.

Left alone now, Marshall could FEEL the smug smile upon that primal woman's lips, satisfied in just how isolated her "champion" was. "You see? They run from you. And how quickly, too. You never belonged anywhere, Marshall. And you'll never find somewhere to belong either." she would whisper into his mind, before Marshall would suddenly feel a dull thud against his back, two tiny arms wrapped around him after a few minutes had passed. Pale and delicate, they were like twigs scarcely covered in snowy flesh as Amanita bit her lip. "D-Don't just bleed everywhere for me and then tell me to run, dummy! I said I was a doctor, and I'm not scared of any patient. E-Even if they do drink blood." the girl said, before releasing him from her hug and puffing her cheeks out. "Follow me. We need to get all those bug guts off of you." she said, turning to walk before clutching her left forearm with her opposite hand. "And um...thank you, for saving Rumaya. And me.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Island named, Zendrith hails from the Island of Grey Sea.

@floodtalon

Perfect. I'll write her in with the next post, for now just move her on over to the Char tab.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

Isn't the Water element/scale color white? Also yeah, I can come up with a name for the island. Just need to figure something out.

@floodtalon

...I'm stupid as fuck and completely forgot that, being honest.

Been so long since the last Dhirom. Nevermind that then. My bad.

Granblue Fantasy: Rhapsody in Red

Zendrith Strombron

Name: Zendrith Strombron

Gender: Female

Age: 25

Race: Dhirom (White)

Element: Water

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Dream: "My dream? I just want to build the ship that makes it Estalucia! Because that ship, that ship would surely be the greatest in the world!"

Home: An island covered in water, with very little land to speak of. Water careens off the edges of the island and into the void below, yet the island never runs out of water seemingly. The economy is supported by the ships built and sold there, many of the greatest shipwrights were born here.

Personality: Curiosity lies at the core of Zendrith's character, always seeking to find out more about the world around her and what makes people do what they do. She then puts that knowledge to work in whatever project she has on her mind at the time, usually some new gadget or another draft of the perfect ship. She's extremely confident in her work of course, borderline arrogance as she believes that anything made by her could never malfunction. Of course things can be improved upon, but it's very rare for her to bother improving on past inventions. Usually she just starts from scratch to see how the process can be done more efficiently.

Around others she is pretty awkward, not that she realizes it. Her statements are often blunt and to the point, disregarding social etiquette in favor of efficiency in conversation. She's also not very sensitive to other's emotions, which has caused problems in the past. Zendrith has never been great with people, but as far as she's concerned she's the most popular person in the room at all times. Such is the delusion of the greatest engineer/shipwright ever.

Background: Growing up as an orphan on the streets of one of the world's hubs of invention and progress tended to teach you quite a few things. How to take care of yourself without help was one, learning how to make a speedy getaway when you stole something and got caught was another. But the most important things Zendrith learned, was how to read schematics. At first it was just a way to make money, stealing some paper from some rich inventor for a quick buck on the black market. But as she grew fluent in the language of science and crafting, she took an interest in just what she was taking.

By age 16 she was no longer stealing the schematics, she was drafting them up herself and registering patents to make money. It was a decent enough way to make a living sure, but it didn't hold a candle to the adrenaline rushes of navigating the busy streets while running from an angry stall owner. She began to design a new ship, something to get her off this island and find something new in life. By the age of 21 she had finally done it. She had not only saved up enough to build her ship, but she had managed to get a functioning prototype ready to go.

And it needed to be ready to go, because most of those parts were actually stolen. No way was she gonna pay for a fully functioning ship in just 5 years, not any good one anyways! She payed for the important parts herself, nobody was really gonna miss the rest of that stuff. Except for the people who did and now wanted her thrown in jail.

Fast forward 4 years, she has been traveling from island to island looking for adventure, and she's finally found her perfect adventure. The island of Estalucia, the promised land of legend. She had no real wish for Estalucia herself, but making the ship that could get to Estalucia would be a dream come true! She could claim the title of greatest Inventor to ever live with no contest!

And so Zen's story truly begins here.

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Gimmicks: Zen is an inventor at heart, using her own custom gadgets to defend herself when necessary. Her primary method of attack is two water pistols that fire highly pressurized blasts of water that can either cut or bludgeon depending on size of stream. On the side, she uses things like steam bombs to obscure vision and scald enemies, she can deploy water that quickly freezes from the soles of her shoes, and if worst comes to worst she can just use her natural strength to suplex people. She does enjoy a good suplex from time to time.

Inventory: While she of course has all her various gadgets and weapons, the most important thing she keeps on her person at all times would have to be her notebook. A worn white book with plenty of blank paper in it, she records everything in this book, and I do mean everything. Personal thoughts, ideas for inventions, journal entries, if it can be written down it likely will be. Usually kept tucked in one of her inside jacket pockets. She also keeps plenty of tools with her in a blue toolbox to help her repair whatever she may come across, whether it be fixing up boats or machinery.

@floodtalon

So, right off the bat I hate to point it out, but Dhirom scale color is directly tied to their ether element. Also, the island needs a name, since I'm kinda planning for most islands to be visitable in the rp.

However, overall a pretty nice character overall. Personality is bombastic which I can appreciate. She's accepted.

why the fuck so many people stealin'?