The Irish Tree

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Religious Persecution is uncool kids

There was a large amount of hesitation clear on Vani's face as the mad old man began walking towards Vani, a distinct feeling that he should run away taking hold in his stomach as it turned itself over and over, knots tying themselves into new knots that he never would have thought could be untied. What the hell was wrong with this old coot!?

"H-Hey, I'm not just going to kill someone for not praying today. Lolan's not that kind of god!" Vani argued, backing slowly away from the Godmonger himself. Vani felt his hands subconsciously reaching for his sword to defend himself before his scaly companion bellowed the phrase: "Shut the fucking up".

...Vani may have been un-educated, but he had a feeling that wasn't correct. What was probably correct though was his decision to slash the old man across the chest, probably killing him instantly. And if not, Kaze

With his eyes adjusted to the light, Vani would slowly approach the heap that he would now identify as being a mound of corpses, the odor of which would cause the unproven Paladin's stomach to churn and lurch, before he leaned away and vomited onto a pew, making a disgusted groan. "How the fuck...does someone do this!?" he would question, eyes growing beady as he looked, unsure of what Kaze even expected him to do aside from say a prayer. But, a prayer would be offered as Vani clutched his amulet, hurriedly saying a few prayers for the departed before hearing a..."shifting" in the corpse pile. Tensely, the paladin would use his shield to try and move the mound a bit. Was someone still alive in there?

"Hey! If you're still alive in there, its okay! We got the old bastard," he would shout, hoping that whoever was stuck under there wasn't too badly wounded. He intended to smite the pile and cremate the bodies, but killing an innocent...that was beyond unforgivable to him. He had to admit, he was glad Kaze had more nerves than him.

...He was a good man. And a damn fine warrior. That much was apparent now.

Overlord: Momento Mori

So, do you want me to get that item before or after I know how the hand tickles worked?

@Archmage MC

A snake ate the hand. They didn't work very well.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Being healed by Vani involves having to be touched by him.

So uh, yeah, not really much healing gonna happen there.

Overlord: Momento Mori

So I'm having computer problems. Posting this from my phone. I'll post when I can.

@Rockin Strings

Thank you for the headsup. Hope your computer problems can be resolved without spending a lotta money man.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer would smile at the honest answer given to her. She didn't think it was a silly thing at all. Patting the Druid Girl on the shoulder, the nomad would say: "It isn't silly at all. Everyone's a little selfish. I ran away from home because I didn't want to marry someone. ...Admittedly, even my father thought running was better. Besides, I bet a lot of adventurers just...wanted an adventure! Its in the name and all. Excitement and danger...even if you might get hurt, I think its still worth it to chase a dream like that." The archer's smile was bright, maybe even rivaling the morning sun before she would relax a bit, pulling back to just her normal goofy grin.

Once they were on their way to meet their client, Steppe Archer had a certain...image in mind when it came to a merchant. And this man with his wagon that looked like it had never been blessed by the hand of a carpenter, a horse that looked like it would rather be dead than here, and the NOSE PICKING definitely didn't fit. Steppe Archer looked visibly distressed at the sight of the horse, her hair seemingly floofing down a tad as she looked at the mare with sad eyes. "Poor thing..." she said, wondering if she could get the poor thing an apple somewhere. But, they had a job to do. And with the client right there, staring and gasping would do little good. Stepping up to the plate, Steppe Archer would put on her best smile as she approached the man, asking: "Hello there sir, are you the farmer looking for an escort back to the Eastern Farmstead?"

...She just really, really hoped this wagon wouldn't break down halfway through and require them to carry the goods by hand...she couldn't imagine the horse or wagon really lasting that much longer.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Sorry about the delay!

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Local elf found dead for talking too much.

Before Vani could even process the fact that he was cut off from the girl, he'd have to process the fact that a wall of bone just did it. And then, the voice talking to Kaze would send a chill down his spine. This...was not shaping up to go well. Looking to his side, Vani would also recoil as another unfamiliar figure was present in the room, another adventurer with a bow at his side. When did she get here!?

Vani would shudder at the way the old coot was addressing them directly. How did he know...well, Vani had his God's symbol on his shield...but that was facing away from the man. And then the heaps...this was turning dangerous fast. Was he the one spawning bone walls? Vani would ever so slightly smile, trying to humor the man as he gave his best poker face...which was decidedly terrible.

"So uh...heyyyyy, we're really, really busy at the moment, but tell you what, after we finish our little adventure here, sure, we'll come back and help out with your uh...'joining the gods' thing. It sounds like a LOT of fun, so I definitely wouldn't want to miss out on a chance to meet Lolan in person!"

Vani's words were as dishonest as could be, since he had absolutely no intention of dying. Especially not to some old cook. But the longer her talked, the more of a chance Kaze might have to put him into a much overdue retirement.

"So, how's life? How're your kids, your grandkids, you have grandkids right? Handsome old guy like you probably has tons of 'em. So how'd you get started on this whole 'joining' business because I for one think it is an absolutely GREAT offer as someone who works really, really hard serving the Gods. Where'd you get your robe made sir, I'd like one just like that for my old man at home, bless his heart...

Overlord: Momento Mori

Sorry for the relatively short update. Lemme know if I missed anyone, and any other problems potentially within.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Free-For-All

Within every rational person, there is a certain...hesitation, once their life becomes threatened. An instant where disbelief overtakes the rational mind that orders one’s self to move. For a moment, a person feels a disconnect from their nerves, their limbs; A phantom feeling overtakes them, as if the body they inhabit is not their own. To the brave, this hesitation is something negligible, ignored not even a moment after. For the weaker of mind, it was something that knocked them on their backs, forcing them to cower. What was especially strange was at this moment, the brave, the cowardly, the foolish…

None applied to Morgan. Not as the lead bag surrounding her head applied by Mamoru’s double was broken in an instant. Nothing could describe the sight of a countless number of snake heads lashing out, consuming Mamoru’s double’s arm in chunks, traveling up in order to decapitate her. And nothing could describe the eerie crack that sounded as Morgan flexed her hand. All-in-all, the amount of damage that many powerful attacks from the combatants had barely left a scratch on her. It was the equivalent of a max level RPG character fighting enemies from halfway through the game. There was no challenge. There was no satisfaction in victory. There was no hope for a special 1/168 chance drop that was necessary for an end-game weapon. There was just annoyance.

The Chateau’s residents were just a random encounter that was getting in the way to her.

Just tedium, as Morgan arched forward, eyes glowing red as a viper’s nest poured out from her backside, countless snakes manifesting and bearing her hair’s color as their scales. Her eyes as their eyes. And her eyes were glowering. Within an instant Mamoru’s clone’s body, whatever remained of it, was blindly assaulted, consumed, and gone without a trace. Craning her neck at an unnatural angle, she would point at Chuunitrixx before a snake that had slithered onto the foot that had stepped onto her throat slithered all the way onto her chest, before biting into her heart. Right at her slime core. Light would suddenly feel her hand be devoured by a snake crawling beneath Morgan’s armor, the snake soon losing its mind, but quickly having its life extinguished as it turned hostile. It seemed that they ran directly off of Morgan’s MP, and once no longer fed, withered and died. Looking up, she would smile ever so slightly at the sight of Rodias being carried away, Mamoru’s panacea working to remove the stone starting from his feet. Reaching her hand up, the girl’s mania would break for the slightest moment as she proclaimed: "Don’t worry. I’ll save you!”

With her declaration made, she would look to Butterfly and tilt her head. ”Out of my way,” she said, swiping her hand in his direction...an indication for her snakes to attack. Before one could reach however, a gust of wind would pass by and collide metal with fang, Ratta’s spear managing to bisect the snake, landing beside Butterfly as Ratta’s body descended without her head. Moving to a defensive stance, the body would autonomously defend Butterfly, the spear inside of the snake being struck by lightning as Ratta’s head, carried on a strange bat-like familiar, shouted: [“Odin’s Smite!”]

Ratta would slay the snakes, all the while Morgan would casually approach Chuunitrixx, the blunted bullet that had first struck her in her hand as she shuffled forward, eyes focused on Chuunitrixx as gold as ever, a smile on her face. "Go on. You still have bullets, right? Or can you only shoot when someone’s right in front of you? You stunned me once. The second shot? Barely felt it. I’m going to kill you all. And then, I’ll take your master where he belongs. With us. Not in a house full of hollow people, trapped in hollow dreams,” Morgan said, eyes shifting to charge her petrification skill. Something however would change, as Chuunitrixx vanished without moving. Looking to Butterfly, both Morgan and him would realize that Ratta had vanished completely as well...only to return a moment later, dropping from atop the Chateau, spear at the ready.

"...Oh, I forgot that class existed,” Morgan said eyes narrowing on Ratta, caution now evident in the way she carried herself. "...I always hated Chronomancers.”

Proudly bearing that class title, Ratta would hurriedly draw a glyph in the air before Morgan could react, shouting: [“Time Displacement!”] she shouted, causing Morgan, for all intents and purposes, to move only at half speed.

If Butterfly didn’t have a chance now, he never would have one. Especially since Ratta was rapidly preparing a [Haste] spell for him, while she weathered the still-swift-medusa’s strikes, managing to barely block a number of attacks with her spear before her left arm flew off from the bite of one of Morgan’s snakes. Then, the covering fire of the Team Leads of Graft would provide more support, albeit a number of them were to be immediately assaulted by Morgan’s snakes.

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@Xaltwind@IceHeart[@ArchmageMC][All Characters present in the Climax Hour]

Helplessness

Whatever response Talim was hoping for with his cheeky taunt, he’d receive an eerie silence from the Sable Lord, even as his petrification ended in its entirety. An unmistakable look of fear had taken hold of Rodias.

Their leader was terrified out of his mind.

The effort of Light and Talim would manage to bring Rodias to the Climax Hour, and, what a sight he was. Covered in the stone dust that his body had partially become, and wearing a look of absolute defeat, Rodias was only spurred to move by the message from Charme echoing in his mind. It was only then that Rodias would react to Talim’s breath having been in his ear, the Sable Lord, blinking a few times before shaking his head. "Thank you, Talim, Light...after this, I’ll have to reward you both. Charme...things are going badly. I won’t lie,” Rodias said, standing to look out the window at the ongoing fight. The Gashadokuros were forming...but still, Rodias couldn’t just sit on his thumbs and wait. As much as he wanted to.

Exhaling, Rodias would look to Light, saying: "Light...I need you to bring me something. I need you to get E Plurubus Unum from its vault, and bring it to me,” Rodias said, his tone sounding measured, controlled...but also, fully of hesitation. Whatever the World-Level-Item of Bandersnatch did, it was clear that Rodias didn’t even think it would beat Morgan outright. Just that it might help. Even now, any gathered in the Climax Hour could see the fear in his eyes.

@Xaltwind@Rockin Strings[@BurningDaisies

Trees of Flesh and Fruits of Eyes

Gromgard stabbing the ground would cause blood and pus to pool beneath his blade, trickling out of the hole as a low groan escaped the very earth itself. Graft’s attempt to appear less threatening was met with roots binding his feet, just before Ashara’s barrage of bullets would assault the tender of this nightmarish garden.

Stepping forward, the man would take the first one square in the chest with virtually no reaction, before dodging a number of them in quick succession, before all at once stopping as one stray shot hit the tree behind him, causing a face on it to grow bloodied and wail. A tense moment followed where the cultist didn’t move, weathering Ashara’s bullets of magic before he suddenly cried out in agony, running his claws along the length of his lightly armored form.

”I. I. I. I...FORGIVE ME! YOU...You…” he would wail, as thin streams of almost pinkish liquid dripped from under his mask, the man stooping low before charging at Gromgard, kneeing him square in the chest.

”ARE NOT WORTHY OF HIS GLORY!” he would scream, sending the goblin lord flying for his blasphemous proclamation of questioning how to help in a land filled with His radiance, with His glory, as if anything at all needed to be done. Save for water the plants.

His eyes would glower at Ashara, before he stopped low and charged forth, intercepted by Chompy Bits’ Living Nightmare.

@DracoLunaris

Zouyu is still banned from using Triple Maximize

Zouyu was already drooling at the prospect of such delicious looking seafood, and especially loved the idea of grabbing treasure to impress Rodias. Just as his bare feet hit the sand however the weretiger would lurch, as if startled, and listened to Graft’s message. A look of fear crossed his face as he looked back to Kaldorna, who was likely getting the same message. It wasn’t a question of what was more important to Zouyu it seemed, as the weretiger dropped to all fours and got to running, his extremely high agility meaning that he could keep pace with Kaldorna’s beasts no problem.

As he ran besie Kaldorna’s mount, Zouyu would look to her with fear in his eyes, saying: ”T-They’ll win, right? Nobody ever beats Bandersnatch! E-Especially not with a Sable Lord at home. ...Right?”

The weretiger was clearly afraid, not liking the idea of his home being attacked. Even if he was always the first one to fight off invaders, his garden was something he always tried to keep in order. A garden that was now being torn apart as everyone’s lives were on the line.

Overlord: Momento Mori

I'll be getting a post up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.