The Irish Tree

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Hit 'em with da MURDERSTROKE

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, IDIOT!? TAKE COVER!" Vani would shout as he saw Serafeye in the line of fire for the arrows, too slow to move out of the way even as Vani rounded the corner, swift as one could be in full armor. He was too late, and the poor girl was brained by the arrow, scattering...absolutely nothing out of her cranium. Or out of her head at all. ...In fact, it seemed that the arrow did absolutely nothing whatsoever to the girl before she walked right into a spear and broke it, broke all of the line of spearmen's spears, and then landing the kind of punch that would get a barmaid laughed out of her job that sent a man flying with a dented shield and probably a broken arm.

"...What the fuck," he muttered to himself at the sight, before temporarily losing his sight to the Flash spell cast. Furiously rubbing at his eyes, Vani would regain his sight (albeit much blurrier), and find the humongous sack of scales before him and approach, deftly flicking his sword in his wrist and gripping his shield tight. "...Looks like she didn't even need our help," he jokingly said as he walked right beside his lizard ally and ever so slightly laid his hand upon his shoulder, channeling the only spell he could use at the moment. Lay on Hands was unique even amongst divine magic in the way it worked, transferring physical vitality to mend the wounds of the healer. Vani was a stupidly strong individual, so he would only be a bit winded as he tried to weave back together Kaze's broken flesh, directing his energies upon his abdomen to heal the wound that had been delivered there. It wasn't going to fix it all, but it was enough that Kaze could easily clean and treat it later. With that out of the way, Vani brandished his sword and smirked, before shouting out: "THAT'S RIGHT, FOOLS! YOU FACE THE MAIDEN OF LOLAN! HER FISTS ARE THUNDER, AND HER BODY IS AS INVINCIBLE AS A STORM!"

Of course, this was all a bluff. Vani felt a bit bad using Lolan's name in vein like this, but frankly any sort of intimidation tactic to make them target the invincible star-child was a-okay with him. Of course, not every man could fall for such a trick and would instead go for the loudest, most obnoxious elf in the alley. Two soldiers approached, one with a sword, and the other armed with a spear on his front, the elf's smirk evident as he adjusted his footing and sneered at the approaching swordsman, saying: "Show me how the stone tastes, little man," before charging. Fighting two-on-one was something that was ill-advised for any sort of melee practitioner, but in a case such as this with their morale and confidence teetering on the edge, Vani knew that he stood a chance. His lizard friend was busy, and the magicians of their misfit band were occupied with casting, so he was on his own. As the swordsman moved in for a thrust at Vani's gut, he would step in and deftly catch his blade with the cross-guard of his own, before his shield arm impacted with the man's nose and sent his helmet spinning, stunning him long enough for Vani to move in to block the spearman's thrust. Spears had a distinct range advantage, but were sadly insanely predictable. A spear wasn't made for a one-on-one confrontation with a skilled opponent; They were made for an overwhelming defense in a group that could stand up to anything. But, with this little spearman out of formation he was nothing as his spear was batted away, the distance closed in a matter of tens of tenths of seconds before Vani's blade ripped through his neck. Pulling his blade back, Vani let the man fall and flipped the blade in his right hand, holding it carefully by the blade with a measured grip to not cut himself through his gauntlets. The swordsman was charging, but instead of using his sword properly, Vani would unscrew the pommel of it as he waited, giving it a toss and a catch before throwing it straight in the challenger's eye. Baffled by the mass of iron hitting him, he had no recourse when Vani's cross-guard slammed into his temple, all but splitting the man's skull as he was sent flying into the mass of bodies that Kaze had wrought.

Stooping low, Vani picked up his pommel just as another soldier charged. His shield raised up to defend from the strike, and Vani's plated boot would kick his leg out from under him. The man would fall, slamming his face into Vani's shield and knocking himself out cold, giving the Paladin enough time to screw his pommel back on. Smiling in satifsaction, Vani would charge further into the fray, wanting to draw the ire of as many as he could to keep the heat off of his scaled brother-in-arms. Taking a deep breath, Vani would pierce the air with a battelecry.

"C'MON THEN! BOTH ENDS OF MY SWORD ARE THIRSTY! IF I'M DYING TODAY, I'M DYING A BLOODY FUCKING MANSLAYER!"

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Welcome back, Big Red," Steppe Archer would say in greeting at his return. She hoped that talking to that old man hadn't worn his ears out. With his newfound information and the combined efforts of the archer and druid, it seemed that finding the den would be time-consuming, but not especially difficult. The stench however would be difficult to stand as the nomad's nose crinkled, her eyes watering a tinge from the raw stank present in the area. It made her want to vomit, but...she supposed she'd dealt with similar enough stenches that such a reaction would have made her father think less of her. As such, she swallowed the rising bile in her throat and shook her head with a shudder. Nasty.

The Druid Girl gave their options of laying an ambush or to storm in while they're asleep, and, being a huntress, Steppe Archer thought that laying a trap and forcing the goblins into an unfavorable situation for them sounded good. "I'm for an ambush. I can trap the entrance, so that maybe two or three goblins would be caught trying to exit. Then, we could simply wait and pick them off. If these goblins are cowardly enough to steal in the night, then we can expect that going in and killing them in their sleep won't as simple as we think, she said, giving her stance and reasoning. Before they even had a plan settled upon however, Steppe Archer would begin finding twigs and grasses to construct her trap with.

They'd already wasted a lot of time trying to track the goblins down, so waiting until a decision was made would mean they might risk being in the middle of setting up the trap before goblins would attack them. At worst, she'd just drop her gathered materials and head inside, but at best, she'd have ample time to make her goblin snare.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@The Irish Tree
Did Vani consciously ignore that Locke was with Yinha and Sera, or did he just miss seeing him btw? :o

@Xaltwind

Yes. Yes he did. He's that petty.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Dude. He's THE Bulwark

Vani's eyes were racing from Carpenter to the sword gradually melting through the horned girl's fingers. What...the hell was happening anymore. Nothing made sense. And, now that he got a good look at him...that scout was wearing armor that looked like it definitely wasn't from the Empire. Were...were they fighting the King's men? They were beyond screwed. BEYOND dead. They were completely, and utterly, without a doubt or shred of objection, dead as a doorknob. But, maybe a doorknob could get them out of this situation. At least, that's what Kaze's statement about Vani's shield being a "bulwark". The word "bulwark" rang in Vani's head for a moment as he looked to his battered and pierced shield, and, just as Kaze started pushing the lot of them, he came to a realization.

...Bulwark...was a pretty fancy title. One that made him feel really, really important and confident.

Not because his shield was needed. Because VANI felt needed.

"Leave it to me!" he would say, bolting from Kaze's reassuring (and rather forceful) push on the back and dashing forward in order to follow the path that Yeena and Sarafeye had blazed, charging forward beside Annabelle just in time to see the soldier's leader smack that poor girl across the face, only to...

to...do absolutely nothing. Vani was quite confident in his ability to take hits, but...that looked like he'd just fakely swatted at her. But the way his arm moved, and stiffened at the end, that blow was full-on, and met as if he'd just slapped a boulder and acted surprised. Vani was not confident in his boulder slapping ability, but he was pretty sure that nobody on the planet could take a slap to the face that easy. Maybe this girl was some secret powerhouse, with a physique so strong that she broke grown men over her knee, and ate mountains for lunch.

...Man, that concussion was making Vani's internal omniscient narration really strange. But, they were still surrounded. Looking to the demon wielder at where she stopped, Vani immediately stepped back behind the corner while the soldiers' eyes were on Yeena and Serafeye. He didn't like these odds...but it seemed that Annabelle had a plan of sorts. But instead of having Kaze toss her up, Vani made a "shh" motion and pointed to his shield, crouching and hanging it over his head for her to step on. He'd launch her up with it as a springboard, letting her make a softer landing than she would have falling from the height that Kaze could throw her. He assumed. Kaze looked like he could throw Vani in full plate down an alley and bounce him off the wall so hard he came back halfway. ...He just hoped that the two girls in the alley were safe. He was certain that the fair elf with the attractive features wasn't some immortal un-slappable mountain of a woman, and his hands shook a little imagining innocent women getting hurt in this.

"Lolan, if you can hear me...please...let the innocent make it out unscathed, and let the wicked fall to your judgement. I am ever your sword, and my strikes shall call your voice down," he prayed, head bowed in silence while waiting for his spring-bulwark to be used.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer had preoccupied her time by walking about the farm, generally taking in the squalor of it all. ...Naturally, she had to assume that this was due to some mix of the farmer's bad luck and bad times, but still. It looked like it had been through so many "bad years" that it was having a bad decade. It was a little frightening, to be honest, since she was used to seeing land that was...well...not exactly "maintained", but at least cared for. She was astonished this man had a crop at all to sell in town. Then again...maybe this is just how it looked after a harvest.

Her eyes would spot her druidic companion beckoning her over from afar, and her legs would carry her on over with a light jog. Taking a look at the footprints, Steppe Archer's expression soured a bit as she puffed a cheek out, bending over to examine the tracks. "...I'm no man-hunter either. But, I can probably follow these. Tracing the tracks with a hand, Steppe Archer would do her thing, examining their size, spacing, and depth to try and piece together exactly how many individuals there had been, and their general sizes. After all, she had to assume goblin feet were smaller than that of a human's, so if they were shallow prints that weren't especially wide, they had to be goblins. ...Unless some very brave children were in the business of stealing from a farmer.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Regrettable as it is to say, I don't think that its especially feasible to run this rp now that about half the cast has left. I greatly appreciate the effort that you all have put forward, and I loved the diversity of characters that we had, but I've come to realize the inherent flaws in running an Overlord rp like this and I don't think I have the GMing skill to overcome them.

I apologize sincerely for ending it like this, but I guess its my fault anyways for not updating before my finals weeks. I wish you all the best.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Early as hell post, since otherwise you'd all be waiting.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

That Pupper is Possessed of the Satans

"...ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT!?" Vani all but screamed after seeing the demon-beast-slime-dog-good-boy-Carpenter engulf the scout's head, causing the paladin to cringe at the sight. Was it eating him alive!? Was it sucking out his brains!? Was it...mating with his mouth!? He had no idea, and frankly had no taste for murder. As such, he would approach and, using the pommel of his sword, deliver a swift blow to the man's stomach in order to knock him out.

Vani would turn back to Annabelle, remembering that before all that mess happened that she'd called him "Sir Paladin". It wasn't an incorrect title for one of peasantry but...it felt so...unearned. Even Vani knew that he wasn't all THAT grand to be called by a double title, as if he was the epitome of Paladin-ness. Clearing his throat, Vani would say: "While I appreciate your respect, my name is Vani Silvergrove. So...Sir Silvergrove suits me just fine."

"...Actually, no, wait, no, just call me Vani. Let's keep moving," Vani said, giving the shadow beast a wiiiiide berth after seeing it head-crab a man.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Summoners Confuse Paladins

...Well, Vani at least knew that he wasn't the only one with a concussion now.

Either that or this was the most confused girl that he'd ever met in his life. Did she get raised by a father with huge pecs, and she just assumed that her's were soft? Vani's dad was allergic to shirts, so he could kind of see where she was coming from if he stretched whatever minuscule gray matter he had still operating at 100% capacity after that blow to his noggin. Approaching the clearly confused girl, Vani would have a concerned, yet somewhat impatient look to his face as he said:

"Hey, Listen, I know that you're kind of in the middle of...something, but we've gotta-" he said, before hearing the sounds of movement. And saw a fairy pop out of thin air. And saw a mass of shadow and red-gunk turn into a dog. ...Vani was really starting to wonder if he'd ever woken up from that blow to the head. But until he knew otherwise, the paladin would draw his sword, bringing up the front position alongside the black-haired girl with her...dog-thing marching to the east. "...So, hello, Paladin here, just letting you know that if we make it out alive, I will not judge you at all for having a shadow...beast...thing. ...Not in the market for debating what's heretical today after fighting an old man that wore bones as armor," he said, adjusting his sword in his hand, holding his dented shield at the ready as they walked.

Admittedly, Vani couldn't help from stealing an occasional glance at the black-haired spellsword. ...Why were most female adventurers so attractive? Is this where all the pretty girls from his village went? To go running around in armors of various degrees of effectiveness and contracting demons? ...Was this why the High Templar didn't want him going out so soon for random gallivanting for adventure? If so...Vani was glad that he did leave early.

He was surprised by the confused girl uncertain of her gender that was marching so...quickly in shoes like that. Vani had to jog just to catch up with her pace...all the while wondering if she was with the group that the Fairy Summoner and the woman who healed him were in. Doing simple mental math, Vani deduced that Locke as the only male in the party must have somehow seduced a number of women adventurers into his party, and used some manner of magic to bind them to his will. He totally wasn't jealous of him being surrounded by beautiful and exotic women. Not at all.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

...Well...that was certainly the worst send-off that the Steppe Archer could have expected for their work. Aside from just outright not paying them and possibly threatening them, of course. ...Maybe it was just because of the callous disregard that the old farmer had for the woman's corpse, but part of the nomad wanted to chew him out. ...But, she knew that was just the way of the world. She was used to a close-knit tribe that looked out for one another and avenged the injuries of one another, whereas out in this "civilized" world, it wasn't your problem if someone else died if they weren't close. It disgusted her to a degree, but so did the man in general. Sure, weeping over every corpse wasn't productive, but the man's pacifism was less than productive. It was harmful to him and everyone else, since they could very well be the next roadside accident.

Sighing after he left, Steppe Archer fiddled with her bow, checking to make sure the string was taut and that her arrows were accounted for. Adjusting the sword at her hip, the nomad girl would smile, saying: "I'm all ready. Be careful in there though; Goblins come out at night. So they can probably see really well in dark places," she said, putting on her smile once more. ...Bravery be damned, she was going to do SOMETHING about what happened to that woman on the roadside.