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@SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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Ancient egyptian queen dressed up as a Medjed.
But, also ghost bunny.
My apologies for the wait! Midterms demanded full attention this week, but I should be fine until Tuesday of next week for posting!
A wave of relief washed over Steppe Archer as they emerged, stinky and covered in doo doo, but very much alive if nothing else. Shade would go off to report their failure...but, heck, that was way more than they could handle. Besides, whoever wrote up that quest clearly had no idea what a "nest of rats" actually implied, since as many as ten could be crammed into one, all ready to rush out in a torrent. Without a mage, or some sort of experienced trapper with lots of prep time, trying to go in with just a sword was suicide. And heck, she knew goblins were smarter than rats, so that one was out. As she pondered what to do while waiting for Shade to return, the sound of retching and violent barfing. Steppe Archer cringed just a bit, wondering WHY Guard Lady did that, when they still obviously stunk worse than skunks, but soon her mild disgust turned to palpable fear as she saw the blood on Guard Lady's hand and neck.
Dashing over and crouching before her, Steppe Archer would support Guard Lady's back with one hand, before turning her head towards the stable and letting out a loud whistle with two fingers.
It was as if the very thunder of heaven beat in the heart of Torchfire as he was called for, the great galloping beast easily jumping free of the gate that was intended to keep him corralled as he made a mad break towards his owner, forcing many townspeople to get out of the way, lest they be trampled by the horse that ducked its head low before Steppe Archer. With some difficulty, Steppe Archer would get on with Guard Lady in her arms, directing Torchfire towards the temple. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. You'll be okay. I promise." Steppe Archer said, continuing until they reached the temple, where she would entrust her friend to the clerics there. A disease, they called it...curable, but most certainly very dangerous. Steppe Archer would give what money she had to the temple, leaving her very much penniless after paying on her friend's behalf. It was the least she could do.
A wave of guilt panged at her as she walked back to the stable with Torchfire's reigns in her hand. She...should have told them to go back as soon as Guard Lady got bitten. Leading Torchfire a bit of a ways away from the town, Steppe Archer would find herself a stream far from prying eyes to wash herself, and her horse. After all, she'd kinda just plopped her sewage covered garments atop the beast. Keeping an eye on her belongings as she washed, she cast a melancholy look at Guard Lady's halberd that she'd decided to hold onto, at least until she could go back to give it to her. She couldn't quit. Not because of one set back. But...the idea that Guard Lady got such a nasty wound from protecting her...especially after she'd run from those bugs...
Steppe Archer would slap herself across both her cheeks, returning a bit of red to them. "No sad thoughts! She'll be okay!" the nomad girl reassured herself, before putting on her cleaned clothes. Admittedly they were still a bit heavy from water, but walking about in the sun should dry them off. Torchfire looked pleased at himself, all shiny and clean, so much so that Steppe Archer couldn't resist climbing a small tree to pluck a juicy red apple just for him. "Good girl, good girl..." Steppe Archer said, petting its snout as she walked beside it, the beast's teeth crunching the apple to pieces.
With her horse once more stabled, the halberd given over to the guild to give to Guard Lady upon her recovery, and her hair now extra poofy after drying, Steppe Archer would take a look at the guild hall. She didn't see Shade anywhere...nor that Steel-rank from before. She did however take notice of the massive red-scaled Lizardman that was present, seemingly eyeing the same jobs that she, Shade, and Guard Lady had poured over just before. Standing on her tippy toes to try and peek over his shoulder, the girl strained, but didn't even get a look past him. Pouting at her own inability to be huge, she would eventually just gingerly tap the large scaled man on the shoulder, asking: "Excuse me, Mister. Is that job for ditch cleaning still available?"
What stood behind the lizard man was a young girl who looked half-lion given how violently her hair was frizzled and poofed up. Like a human Chow Chow.
Dashing over and crouching before her, Steppe Archer would support Guard Lady's back with one hand, before turning her head towards the stable and letting out a loud whistle with two fingers.
It was as if the very thunder of heaven beat in the heart of Torchfire as he was called for, the great galloping beast easily jumping free of the gate that was intended to keep him corralled as he made a mad break towards his owner, forcing many townspeople to get out of the way, lest they be trampled by the horse that ducked its head low before Steppe Archer. With some difficulty, Steppe Archer would get on with Guard Lady in her arms, directing Torchfire towards the temple. "Don't worry, you'll be okay. You'll be okay. I promise." Steppe Archer said, continuing until they reached the temple, where she would entrust her friend to the clerics there. A disease, they called it...curable, but most certainly very dangerous. Steppe Archer would give what money she had to the temple, leaving her very much penniless after paying on her friend's behalf. It was the least she could do.
A wave of guilt panged at her as she walked back to the stable with Torchfire's reigns in her hand. She...should have told them to go back as soon as Guard Lady got bitten. Leading Torchfire a bit of a ways away from the town, Steppe Archer would find herself a stream far from prying eyes to wash herself, and her horse. After all, she'd kinda just plopped her sewage covered garments atop the beast. Keeping an eye on her belongings as she washed, she cast a melancholy look at Guard Lady's halberd that she'd decided to hold onto, at least until she could go back to give it to her. She couldn't quit. Not because of one set back. But...the idea that Guard Lady got such a nasty wound from protecting her...especially after she'd run from those bugs...
Steppe Archer would slap herself across both her cheeks, returning a bit of red to them. "No sad thoughts! She'll be okay!" the nomad girl reassured herself, before putting on her cleaned clothes. Admittedly they were still a bit heavy from water, but walking about in the sun should dry them off. Torchfire looked pleased at himself, all shiny and clean, so much so that Steppe Archer couldn't resist climbing a small tree to pluck a juicy red apple just for him. "Good girl, good girl..." Steppe Archer said, petting its snout as she walked beside it, the beast's teeth crunching the apple to pieces.
With her horse once more stabled, the halberd given over to the guild to give to Guard Lady upon her recovery, and her hair now extra poofy after drying, Steppe Archer would take a look at the guild hall. She didn't see Shade anywhere...nor that Steel-rank from before. She did however take notice of the massive red-scaled Lizardman that was present, seemingly eyeing the same jobs that she, Shade, and Guard Lady had poured over just before. Standing on her tippy toes to try and peek over his shoulder, the girl strained, but didn't even get a look past him. Pouting at her own inability to be huge, she would eventually just gingerly tap the large scaled man on the shoulder, asking: "Excuse me, Mister. Is that job for ditch cleaning still available?"
What stood behind the lizard man was a young girl who looked half-lion given how violently her hair was frizzled and poofed up. Like a human Chow Chow.
Theodore had to admit, when he had heard of this place being called the "Silver Bazaar", he couldn't help but imagine something a tad less...
Dingy. To put it nicely. The merchants looked haggard, many of them looking like an attempt at bartering would leave one leaving with not only less gil than they hoped, but less ear attached to their skull for trying their time. Compared to the bustling Merchant Strip, it was almost a ghost town.
No matter though. He wasn't there to judge, especially since he himself was little more than a poor boy with dreams of grandeur and a sword at his hip. What did matter however as everyone broke apart to take care of their respective investigations, Theodore found himself outpaced as he pondered just who would be best to talk to. A favor for a favor was a nebulous agreement, one he didn't necessarily feel altogether comfortable with. A fisherman seemed a strange choice for one to ask for advice on such a thing, and so the one that Theodore felt was the strongest bet was the one who was known to frequently buy up new real estate. As such, the Hellsguard would soon find the silver haired youth approach with a quickness to his step. He was however patient enough to allow the man to finish conversing with the women before him. As soon as he was able to however, the hyuran swordsman would stand before the man that towered over him. Theodore didn't have an ounce of mercantilism in his bones, so any kind of bribery was out. Instead, pleasantries would be how he attempted to gain information.
Theodore would look the Hellsguard in the eyes, before humbly bowing his head. "Pardon me sir, but I was wondering if I may trouble you for just a bit of your time? I've heard of something odd of late, of a man impersonating an Immortal Flame Sergeant. A Highlander bearing two scars on his face. Have you heard of or seen any persons like that?" To Theodore, a question as simple as this would result in a simple enough answer. Though he did have a sneaking suspicion that coin may need to change hands for such information from one as shrewd looking.
Dingy. To put it nicely. The merchants looked haggard, many of them looking like an attempt at bartering would leave one leaving with not only less gil than they hoped, but less ear attached to their skull for trying their time. Compared to the bustling Merchant Strip, it was almost a ghost town.
No matter though. He wasn't there to judge, especially since he himself was little more than a poor boy with dreams of grandeur and a sword at his hip. What did matter however as everyone broke apart to take care of their respective investigations, Theodore found himself outpaced as he pondered just who would be best to talk to. A favor for a favor was a nebulous agreement, one he didn't necessarily feel altogether comfortable with. A fisherman seemed a strange choice for one to ask for advice on such a thing, and so the one that Theodore felt was the strongest bet was the one who was known to frequently buy up new real estate. As such, the Hellsguard would soon find the silver haired youth approach with a quickness to his step. He was however patient enough to allow the man to finish conversing with the women before him. As soon as he was able to however, the hyuran swordsman would stand before the man that towered over him. Theodore didn't have an ounce of mercantilism in his bones, so any kind of bribery was out. Instead, pleasantries would be how he attempted to gain information.
Theodore would look the Hellsguard in the eyes, before humbly bowing his head. "Pardon me sir, but I was wondering if I may trouble you for just a bit of your time? I've heard of something odd of late, of a man impersonating an Immortal Flame Sergeant. A Highlander bearing two scars on his face. Have you heard of or seen any persons like that?" To Theodore, a question as simple as this would result in a simple enough answer. Though he did have a sneaking suspicion that coin may need to change hands for such information from one as shrewd looking.
"Don't feel bad! At least we're all okay. Even if it was just rats, and just in a sewer, it was all still pretty exciting!" Steppe Arhcer would say, hoping that she could cheer her fellow adventurers up with just a little bit of enthusiastic cheers. Patting Guard Lady firmly on the back as they walked, she would flash a grin to try and cheer her up, as if to say that everything was fine in spite of their failures.
Shade would go first up the ladder, then Steppe Archer, then Guard Lady. She would exhale, before putting her hands on her hips. "So, first laundry and baths...then maybe another job?" The nomad girl would say, smiling brightly in spite of how horrendously filthy she was now. "If rats were too much, then maybe that ditch cleaning job would work out well. How're your wounds feeling?" She would add, concerned for Guard Lady. Not fatal injuries sure, but...ew. Bug bites.
Shade would go first up the ladder, then Steppe Archer, then Guard Lady. She would exhale, before putting her hands on her hips. "So, first laundry and baths...then maybe another job?" The nomad girl would say, smiling brightly in spite of how horrendously filthy she was now. "If rats were too much, then maybe that ditch cleaning job would work out well. How're your wounds feeling?" She would add, concerned for Guard Lady. Not fatal injuries sure, but...ew. Bug bites.
So since both parties say yay I can plonk him over in the character area?
Go right ahead buddy.
Lizardmen are my favorite race in Goblin Slayer, so he's pretty much an instant-in for me. Looks cool too.
Steppe Archer winced as she saw how painful the bites looked. Guard Lady really was tough if she was trudging around while acting like she was perfectly fine. Still, she hoped that they wouldn't become infected by anything down here. After all, filth and disease bred in sewers...but so long as she didn't expose them to raw sewage, it was doubtful that she'd contract anything after giving them a clean wash and chugging down an antidote.
At Guard Lady's signal to stop, as well as the loud squeaking, Steppe Archer's footsteps came to a halt as she drew a hand towards her blade. There were so many...and they had to kill three of these nests!? Various thoughts crossed Steppe Archer's mind, namely that this was...far too much for novices. They'd have had an easier time cleaning out the ditch, at this rate...but, now, another thought made its way into her. As she cast a glance from the lamp to the rats, an idea brewed in her head. "We can use fire to take them out. It'll um...stink. Really bad. But if I can shoot an arrow covered in cloth and oil and fire, then the fire'll spread fast with all that fur and...poop," the archer suggested, still trying to think of other side plans.
"We could also try and lure more roaches this way. But...I doubt that'd work unless we got every single roach in here to attack. Worst comes to worst though, we could cut our losses and leave."
At Guard Lady's signal to stop, as well as the loud squeaking, Steppe Archer's footsteps came to a halt as she drew a hand towards her blade. There were so many...and they had to kill three of these nests!? Various thoughts crossed Steppe Archer's mind, namely that this was...far too much for novices. They'd have had an easier time cleaning out the ditch, at this rate...but, now, another thought made its way into her. As she cast a glance from the lamp to the rats, an idea brewed in her head. "We can use fire to take them out. It'll um...stink. Really bad. But if I can shoot an arrow covered in cloth and oil and fire, then the fire'll spread fast with all that fur and...poop," the archer suggested, still trying to think of other side plans.
"We could also try and lure more roaches this way. But...I doubt that'd work unless we got every single roach in here to attack. Worst comes to worst though, we could cut our losses and leave."
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Charlotte shrugged at Valkira's question, saying: "I'm just trying to overthrow my dad. Nothing big," as if that was, actually, one hundred percent a totally normal reason to be traipsing through the countryside and burning villages down by accident. Smiling, she would wrap her arm around Valkira's shoulder, leaning in close and saying: "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone back home. In faaaact...if you help me out, I'll get you TONS of promotions. How does being captain of the royal guard sound?"
Nimoa would return after several minutes, proudly holding up a map as her tiny bat wings flapped away behind her. "I found a map to the alchemist's house! And pepper spray in case that mean lady tries to grab me again," the pale vampire would say proudly, using the map to shield herself from the sun. Looking at Charlotte acting all chummy with Valkira, and seeing the nervous expression on her friends' face made her realize what was going on...this lady was another vampire hunter! Wasting no time, Nimoa would run forward, swinging her bat-pack and slamming it into Charlotte's face, knocking her flat on her behind.
"W-What the!?" Charlotte questioned, bewildered as the bag was pulled away, only for the tiny, adorable little vampire girl to be looming over Charlotte, a red canister in her hand. "Oh, wow, you really are cut-AHHHHHHHHH" Charlotte would say, then scream out as she was peppersprayed in the face. Multiple times. Trying to roll away, she would try to get as far away from the girl as possible while Nimoa chased her, shaking the can. "DON'T BULLY MY FRIENDS! GET BACK HERE! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET EVER EXISTING!"
After some time, and someone eventually clarifying that Charlotte was NOT in fact someone trying to kill her and her friends, Nimoa would begrudgingly apologize. "...Sorry..." she said, pouting intensely. She thought she was helping.
Practically blinded from pepper spray, Charlotte would give a thumbs up. "Ish'okay..." she said, face stained a bit red from the constant spray. She couldn't stay mad at Nimoa for being cute.
After a series of introductions, each member of the party got formally introduced to one another. More awkward silence would pass as they reached the town's exit, while Charlotte looked like she was moping. Since when did some random child's quest overwrite her big important main story quest!? This was an outrage! But...she was so dang cute. Just imagining her big red eyes soaked over with tears made Charlotte want to die. Just a little. Regardless, with a new parasol in hand Nimoa would find the sun nothing more than a slight inconvenience as she checked the map. Pointing at it as she showed Tristan and the others, she would set them off on their journey to Grinsgy's Hollow, home of one of the most renowned alchemists in all the land.
As well as the largest lichyard on the continent.
Literally.
Like, old retired liches lived here, apparently.
Watching from the bushes with sticks tied to her head, Ariette would giggle to herself, watching the party from behind. "Mmmhmhm...Charlotte won't know what hit her," she whispered, before casting a long range Message spell.
"Tamara? They're going to the big lichyard. Time to spook them."
Nimoa would return after several minutes, proudly holding up a map as her tiny bat wings flapped away behind her. "I found a map to the alchemist's house! And pepper spray in case that mean lady tries to grab me again," the pale vampire would say proudly, using the map to shield herself from the sun. Looking at Charlotte acting all chummy with Valkira, and seeing the nervous expression on her friends' face made her realize what was going on...this lady was another vampire hunter! Wasting no time, Nimoa would run forward, swinging her bat-pack and slamming it into Charlotte's face, knocking her flat on her behind.
"W-What the!?" Charlotte questioned, bewildered as the bag was pulled away, only for the tiny, adorable little vampire girl to be looming over Charlotte, a red canister in her hand. "Oh, wow, you really are cut-AHHHHHHHHH" Charlotte would say, then scream out as she was peppersprayed in the face. Multiple times. Trying to roll away, she would try to get as far away from the girl as possible while Nimoa chased her, shaking the can. "DON'T BULLY MY FRIENDS! GET BACK HERE! I'M GONNA MAKE YOU REGRET EVER EXISTING!"
After some time, and someone eventually clarifying that Charlotte was NOT in fact someone trying to kill her and her friends, Nimoa would begrudgingly apologize. "...Sorry..." she said, pouting intensely. She thought she was helping.
Practically blinded from pepper spray, Charlotte would give a thumbs up. "Ish'okay..." she said, face stained a bit red from the constant spray. She couldn't stay mad at Nimoa for being cute.
After a series of introductions, each member of the party got formally introduced to one another. More awkward silence would pass as they reached the town's exit, while Charlotte looked like she was moping. Since when did some random child's quest overwrite her big important main story quest!? This was an outrage! But...she was so dang cute. Just imagining her big red eyes soaked over with tears made Charlotte want to die. Just a little. Regardless, with a new parasol in hand Nimoa would find the sun nothing more than a slight inconvenience as she checked the map. Pointing at it as she showed Tristan and the others, she would set them off on their journey to Grinsgy's Hollow, home of one of the most renowned alchemists in all the land.
As well as the largest lichyard on the continent.
Literally.
Like, old retired liches lived here, apparently.
Watching from the bushes with sticks tied to her head, Ariette would giggle to herself, watching the party from behind. "Mmmhmhm...Charlotte won't know what hit her," she whispered, before casting a long range Message spell.
"Tamara? They're going to the big lichyard. Time to spook them."
I am really struggling to keep my writing spirit up, and I don't feel like I can keep going. I am having difficulties maintaining my interest for any RP, at this point, and I am probably just going to take a break from most, if not all my writing projects.
Thanks for a nice time, I enjoyed it. I wish you two the best of luck.
Oh, dang. Sorry to hear that, but hope that you have a nice break. Seeya around sometime, man.
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