The Irish Tree

Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP) [DISCONTINUED]

Levia would curiously dig at the ground, smelling flakes of what appeared to be some sort of ore in a bit of rubble. Huh. It sure was...something. She wasn't quite sure what KIND of ore it was, given that her job was almost exclusively to break things instead of deeply analyzing them like some sort of geologist, but she was certain one of the brainier members of their merry band of misfits would be perfectly suited to the task of figuring out what to do with it.

Speaking of brainy, her skeletal coworker would give her new orders: To harvest the Bauxite and prepare it for transportation via the Cyber Skeleton's caravans that were going to be arriving to ship everything away. "Got it! We'll bleed the mountain dry, and let Lady Faetalis sleep easier," she would say, all the while packing power into her hands, not shaped into fists, but fully spread out, claws extending as she began furiously digging, a toxic cloud in the air from her constant re-poisoning of herself.

By the time the skeletons would arrive, a gargantuan divide had been made into the rocks around her, physically yanking ludicrous amounts of ore and rock, which she carefully divided with her mastery of destructive capabilities that lead to chunks of ore so massive, that any normal human blacksmith might drool at the thought of converting it into countless works of their craft. So massive that, embarrassingly enough, Levia had to cut them into smaller chunks just for the wagons to carry them off.

With the sun slowly rising over the horizon, Levia would remove the cap from her head, waving it as she approached Tungsten. "We did great, right Tungsten!?" The chimeric dragon was always generally cheerfull, but this dawn even moreso. She had finally served a meaningful purpose, wheras before her entire job was to basically be handed mediocre items to be crushed into the most basic of materials. But now, she'd finally had a chance to gather, explore, destroy, and aid the Guild in ways she never had before.

Despite her excitement however, it also couldn't be understated that even with Levia not directly assaulting a single living thing, the mere act of her presence with her need to poison herself via her own breath weapon also meant a huge amount of collateral. No rabbits were spared harmed in the production of Infactorium: A New 4Xpansion (Overlord RP)

One Piece: On the Strangest of Tides

At finally getting to hear the name of her savior, Cera scarcely have time to introduce herself before the boat started getting rocked by cannonfire. "I'm Cera...and I hope we aren't going to die here," she said frankly, as Kukui seemingly melted through the floorboards. Gathering up her still-unconscious wards, she would get them inside so that they would at least be safe from most of the cannonfire before she went back up deck to the imprisoned beast Fenrir.

She hoped that whoever owned this ship would arrive soon while there was still a ship to sail away with. Even if they were pirates, it was better than sticking herself back in a cell, waiting to get killed or to be auctioned off for the second time in her life. She eyed the wheel of the ship but quickly cast her eyes down, having absolutely no idea how to navigate. Then, the fatigue of it all hit her once again as she slumped against the railing, shuddering as she felt the gouges in her back. "I'm going to need a doctor of my own soon..."

Today was an immensely strange day in Cera's life. First she was kidnapped, then made to fight to the death, then ferried three people on her back while bleeding out from being attacked by a bird man. ...And boy was she feeling tired. And sleepy. The only thing keeping her awake at this point was the hail of cannonfire impacting the ship and the water around her. Dragging herself below deck, she would collapse once more, struggling to move her body while Kukui fought to keep the ship afloat.

Aether Saga: A Hero's Unlikely Journey (The Irish Tree and Xaltwind)

At being told that, point blank, saving the world was going to cost her, Gram only had a smile and words to return, saying: "Thankfully, my treasury hasn't been emptied yet. And I assure you, wealth beyond measure is only the start for someone that saves the world."

Vani and Gram would lead the gilded woman forward, with Vani being surprised she could balance perfectly fine with all that...

Everything.

As they would exit the room that Mammonie had been inside, the dim ruin would be lit up in a brilliant blaze of luminance as Vani raised his hand, palm open and two fingers together raised. "Lumin," he said, before there was a ball of shimmering light trailing behind him. And then, the sight and stench that no ordinary person was prepared for would hit Mammonie...that of death. Of blood. Of long-since rot crawling its way back to the surface as soon as virgin senses were there for them to foul. Littering the ruin were countless half-rotted corpses, preserved in the cold with a fair number looking like very...very fresh corpses.

Gram would approach Mammonie and offer her a handkerchief without looking at her. "Its an intolerable stench in its own right. And part of the reason we've summoned you." Gram didn't seem all that particularly bothered by the bodies...likely because her and Vani had already seen them, and perhaps partaken in eliminating them. Gram wasn't certain if Mammonia was weak enough to vomit from something like this, but it was better to not take chances and have her vomit in the holy ruins. "In summary, the reason that we've summoned you here is because a God needs to remember how to die..." the draconic woman would say, stepping down from the last piece of a staircase leading out, crushing a skull that rolled under her heel.

"Before they restart the war that took the combined efforts of every other God in order to stop."

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice, being the shareholder of the party's braincells, would gently pat Brandy's shoulder before saying: "Brandy, this is Dooch's daughter, most likely. Hello, we took a job from your father to take care of a...pest problem. One horned rabbit, to be precise."

Alice had no idea where Brandy had come from where people suddenly got sex changes in the middle of the day...though, she had heard there was some experimental research being done into an alchemical sex-change potion. Results on that were varied and often resulted in hormonal imbalance, but hey, progress! Either way, Alice thankfully had the nose of a true hunting dog, and could smell the difference as well as see it. Wheras Dooch smelled like decades of hard work and other masculine things, his daughter, while also a hard worker, definitely at least used a little something here and there to have a scent that was pleasant.

"Ohh, the jackalope Pa' hired some 'venturers for. Them's you?" she would ask, to which Alice said: "Mhm!"

"Lemme jus' go get him out here so you gals can be on yer way," the young orc would say, before heading inside. Alice would wait outside with Brandy, while the very-much-not-genderbent Mr. Dooch would arrive. "I don't know how you girls did it, but that there is the rodent we've been looking to have off our lands. Much obliged, ladies."

Alice would proudly present the rather beaten up looking horned hare, showing that they had in fact done the deed, though the actual head-removal might have to come later if Dooch wanted to keep it as a trophy. A slight gurgle would resound from Alice's stomach as well. "Um...I don't suppose you would mind if we kept everything below its neck? Kinda staked out for a long time waiting for it."

Aether Saga: A Hero's Unlikely Journey (The Irish Tree and Xaltwind)

"...Wally?" Vani would question, confused on the girl getting his name wrong. But she did seem sincere, so...guess that was just going to have to slide.

Gram would present her with a mirror, a relatively mundane looking compact one with a brass casing. And, despite her well-wishing about tricks of the light, she could be 100% certain that was not her face.

"I understand that I haven't answered all of your questions yet, but those will be answered. Its just, you, as someone who has likely never been to this world would have no frame of reference. I could tell you where we are, what I do for work, my political position, but then you'd be asking questions we don't have time for. Unless, that is, you prefer sitting on freezing stone in the farthest North. But I can at least say what is going on. The world is in need of someone capable of preventing it from collapsing entirely."

The dragon woman would walk with her hands behind her back, while Vani waited to help Mammonnie to her feet, doing his damndest not to stare. ...A bit hard, admittedly, considering that she was not only a scantily clad buxom woman, but was also gold in a room filled with grey and brown stone. "I know a lot of this must be confusing but...we could really use your help. I don't know if anyone else can stop a Second Final War.," Vani said, as if that last ominous term meant anything.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice felt her ears fall flat against her head as she heard Brandy scream bloody murder, and wince at seeing her punt that thing like she'd invented a new sport out of it. She'd run after the rabbit's corpse, knowing they'd need it to prove they had done the deed before returning to hear Brandy compliment her on her work. Puffing her chest out, Alice would say: "I'm pretty handy when it comes to stuff like this. Comes with being part dog, I think. Also, thank you, I brush my tail a lot."

At being questioned whether or not the bunny had messed up Brandy's face, approaching her companion and getting a good look at it. "Its only a small mark. It should heal up by tomorrow morning, if I'm going to be honest. You're lucky he didn't try to gore you with his horn, like he tried with me," she said, putting a hand over the small gouge in her tunic, stained with a bit of her blood, yet her skin beneath was completely healed. "Being a werewolf is kinda cool sometimes, since that didn't even hurt all that bad and now I'm healed. But, anyways...time to get paid!" she would say, holding up the rabbit by its legs, looking proud as hell at their successful job.

It was pretty late, admittedly, but Alice wanted to get the job done and over with...and besides, after that loud bang and squabble and scream, the farmhands were probably awake. As such, Alice would present their rabbit to Dooch, and hopefully get to keep the body for stew and...research purposes.

Aether Saga: A Hero's Unlikely Journey (The Irish Tree and Xaltwind)

With the assets on display being squished asserted, the Elven Paladin would turn his head away, just in time for Gram to look at him. "I am glad that you're expressing discretion, Vani. Please refrain from your usual foolishness with this one," the draconic woman would say, smiling back at the golden girl before her. "This is Vani, a Paladin of Freesia. He fancies himself a lady's man, but he's trustworthy. Now then..."

Gram would circle around the girl, amazed at her lack of general confusion. "I'm surprised that you're taking this so well, all things considered. You really are the hero of legend," she would say, stopping behind her and asking a relatively simple question:

"Would you like to go somewhere warmer? It's below freezing outside, and with attire like that, I imagine the chill will be getting to you soon." With a glance she looked to Vani, who would remove his cloak and drape it over the yet unnamed heroine to give her something moderately warm. It also smelt like cinnamon.

Fairy Tail Merged Guild rp

If I make a Take-Over magic user, what's the general limit on the number of Take-Over options? And is it limited just to beasts?

One Piece: On the Strangest of Tides

Cera would look on in horror as a guard dog emerged from the cabin...though from the way it was slithering, maybe it was part-something-else. Cera would steel herself to hold off the beast, but in her current condition she wouldn't last long. With footwork serving as her main means of fighting an animal like this, she'd sidestep its lunge and launch a kick at its side, knocking it back only slightly before she made her way towards the mast.

The reality of it was that she didn't even want to hurt this animal, and even if she did, she was in no condition to incapacitate or kill it on her own. Such would be apparent to Kukui from a glance, as Cera was spending most of her time just trying to avoid getting mauled by the thing, yet retaining its focus on her.

...She felt like, maybe, this was how she was going to die. Getting ripped apart by one single dog after managing to escape a pirate fleet with numerous injured people depending on her.

What a way to go.

Aether Saga: A Hero's Unlikely Journey (The Irish Tree and Xaltwind)

Your life is over.

Your life has begun.

Your "self" has ended.

Yourself has begun.

Words echoed in the dark as a girl was ripped from home and hearth, and deposited onto the cold stone. Or rather, it was as if she had always been there, lying comfortably upon a bed fit for a statue, or perhaps a very wealthy ancient ruler with a tomb fit to lie upon for eternity.

...Of course, the chill and hardness of it also meant that after consciousness was gained, discomfort replaced that sensation. Footsteps could be heard approaching as well, along with the sliding of stone. The dark of this place was nearly impossible to see through, but with each movement of stone a tiny bit of light would shine in...and the silence after each movement would soon be exstinguished by the rhythm of an ongoing conversation.

"Are you sure this is the right place? It was crawling with undead...doesn't quite seem like the kind of place some heroine from another time is going to be," a man's voice said, sounding a bit tired and insistent.

"That would be because of the curse placed upon it. We couldn't risk graverobbers stumbling upon our champion and plundering the Pillar of Worlds. It only works once, and if some plucky bandit dropped it, our last contingency would be shattered to pieces. Or worse," a stern, mature woman's voice would say, dry of mirth and emanating a tone of being "all business".

"...Noted," the male voice would respond.

"...It would seem we were a moment late. Our ward has awoken, the woman spoke again before the light clack of her shoes echoed across the stone floor. Followed closely behind, the man's footsteps were heavy and metallic, sounding like he was wearing some metal boots or armor. As our heroine's eyes adjusted to the light, she'd see that the woman was anything but an ordinary sight, a vision of binary design in how her hair was split down the center, black versus white, with twin sets of horns of those two colors perched upon her head. A cape that matched trailed behind her, making her, quite literally, a living monochrome as she approached.

The man following behind her was a tall figure, and possessed a head of hair that was grayish white, with a tanned complexion that stood out against his sterling white armor. And...pointed ears. Both would approach, with the elvish man lifting an eyebrow.

"...She's made of gold?"

"Yes. It would seem so. You must be confused, young lady...I am Gram. And...you are somewhere that you've never been. How do you feel?" she would ask, her tone dropping a bit of seriousness as she displayed concern, showing that she wasn't quite the icy bitch that one would imagine from her expression and manner of speaking.