The Irish Tree

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

There was a lengthy pause before Alice dropped her quarry and puffed her cheeks out, clapping her hands together. "Good point. I don't want their stink on me, Alice said, before unceremoniously tossing the bandit leader to his men. "He's not bleeding too bad. Patch him up once you morons can walk straight. And also!" Alice would say, adding another piece to her statement after kicking her leg up on a nearby tree, causing it to shake. "Try a stunt like this again, and I'll make sure you never walk straight again," she said, brandishing her claws. "Got it...?"

Alice would walk with her chest puffed out, returning now to the guild with Brandy. "...Um...thanks for that back there, Brandy," Alice said, tail wagging slightly. "I got so caught up in fighting them that I wasn't thinking straight. Or...at all, really. Daddy always said: 'Go for the balls', so...I kinda got a little too into breaking stuff. I might have wound up killing someone if you weren't here. So...Thanks."

Alice, even in her full moon state could smile, and smile she did, hands behind her back as she said: "You're an awesome partner."

The rest of the journey back would likely be fairly smooth, all the while Alice was drooling looking at her decapitated rabbit. She really, really wanted to eat it now...but she figured Brandy was right before about it tasting better cooked. They also had all the junk weapons from the bandits to sell off, but that could wait until the morning.

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

There was a very long, awkward pause both from Vani being ashamed of her noticing his eyes wandering, and Gram's hand shaking while holding her cup. "You...are completely unarmed? I assumed your weapon was magical in nature or...this is a problem. A major, absolute, catastrophic problem..." the dragoness would say, biting the glove of her thumb. "Are you quite certain that you're without any of your...well, means of fighting?" she would ask, letting her thumb free as she regained a bit of her composure.

Vani would rub his chin, looking Mammonie in the face. "Honestly, I had you pegged for a magician. What with the lack of armor and weapon and all. Also, yeah...sorry. Just not used to seeing people dressed so...y'know," he said. After giving it a moment of thought, Gram would ask: "What manner of weapon did you use to begin with? I've never heard of this 'Railgun'. Or Chromecalibur. Are they blades?"

At Gram's question, Vani would pat his fist into his open palm. "If you use swords, you can use one of mine. This one's only usable by someone of my faith, but back at the temple I have a few more stored."

...Mammonie would realize more and more how far into the deep end she was being thrown. But, she was also gradually getting more and more used to this state of being. Enough so that the details of the textboxes around Gram and Vani were getting clearer with more details, as if her brain was processing out a list of their general traits and abilities, but only ones known to her.

Then, Vani would look a bit ashamed. "...The truth is, we...didn't know a thing about you before we even summoned you."

Gram would wave her hand dismissively. "...It can't be helped. If you cannot fight, then...we'll have to fall back onto my other plan-" Gram would say, before she tensed up. "...Dammit. They found us-" she would say before a blinding flash of light would erupt from overhead, the carriage blown apart in an instant.

Gram and Vani would be flung from the carriage, while Mammonie would find herself relatively unharmed, sent flying in the opposite direction from the blast. The cold snow had broken all of their falls, but it seemed that while the MMO-player was fine, Vani was bloodied, a hand clutched over his chest as a gradual pulse of golden energy seeped from his palm. Gram was covered in fragments of bones, having been protected by a swift conjuration of undead around her...but blood still soaked her otherwise pristine attire.

Floating above from a singular ringed gate that had burned itself into the sky was a figure that could best be described as angelic beyond humanity. A myriad of eyes, limbs, and faces melted into three rings that rotated slowly around a figure resembling a cherubim, a small humanoid angel resembling a child. Save, however, for the fact that the child-like figure had no eyes or face, a set of empty holes serving as its eyes as it examined Gram and Vani, then Mammonie.

"So it is done"
"So she has come"
"Our Lady's antithesis"
"Demon..."
"Demon...!"
"DEMON!"

the eyeless faces of the rings spoke, the cherubim's hand extending forward, before a ray of blinding light surged forward, this time aimed squarely at Mammonie.

A wall of skeletons formed to intercept the blast, Gram's arm raised just in time to give Mammonie some defense. "If you can't fight, then run! Me and Vani will..." she said, before falling to her knees in the snow. From a glance now, Mammonie could see bars representing their very lives, both of which were far in the red and inching closer to the brink. It was likely that they were no match for this thing whatsoever.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

With their lizard friend's leg safe from imminent digestion, Steppe Archer would pump her fists in the air excitedly, just in time with her druidic friend's smashing of the ugly pile of poo-scented pudding. "Nice! The ice really did work!" she exclaimed, glad to see that in spite of getting a little bit of his scales injured, Big Red was as tough as ever. She was sure that she'd at least be crying if that was her skin...but like he said, scales were tougher.

"Just don't go kicking vaguely liquid monsters again," the archer would say, tilting her head as she noticed the faintest glimmer from where the slime had once been frozen. It was...a ring of some kind. Tarnished copper with a small green gem inlaid upon it. "Huh. This might be what made that slime..." she said aloud, putting it in a pouch before adding: "Personally, I think we should get him out of here right away and wash that burn wound. Who knows what kinds of things that slime ate? Aside from maybe that ring."

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

"...Strip...down...? You filthy scum..." Alice muttered, raising her head as the gargantuan orc man came over to try and pet her. ...Normally she'd appreciate the gesture and accept it, but this was 1: A fucking criminal trying to rob her, and 2: A fucking creep, given that this was likely sexual harassment. "I'm fine, Brandy," Alice said, taking a step forward towards the orc charging at her. He would continue making his patting motions, even as Alice gritted her teeth, aggressively growling before slamming her booted foot against his groin with such speed that he was still making the patting motions as he was sent to his knees, quivering in agony while Alice walked past him. "What's the matter? Don't want to pet the puppy anymore?" she asked, grinning as she grabbed the orc's club, miming a few swings with it as she looked towards the other robbers, shocked that the scrawny girl had the stones to do that.

"What the hell're you both standing there for? Gut that bitch!" the leader of the group would say, his two shocked henchmen that had been shielding their balls finally charging into action. The hobgoblin would charge at Alice who, now wielding their orc companion's club, would backstep a few times, dodging his lunges while his companion would move around to flank her. Alice looked somewhat bored as she was caught in a pincer manuever, surrounded by the two now. A third was coming as well, but would find that the hobgoblin had been dropped by another display of testicular violence, while his fellow human's hunting knife was caught clashing with the girl's claws, somehow capable of blocking steel.

"I have had an INSANELY shitty day, walking an ungrateful dog, getting yelled at by an old bitch of a woman, looked like an idiot in front of my new friend, waited in a bush for HOURS for a fucking JACKALOPE UNICORN..."

At that last exclamation the human with a dagger had closed in and stabbed Alice in the back. Smiling smugly, he twisted the knife inside the werewolf, only to find that there was virtually no blood. In fact, it was hard to even move his knife as the werewolf slowly turned her head towards him. "Do you MIND!?" she asked, reaching a hand down to grab his wrist, pull his dagger out like it was nothing, and throw him into a nearby tree. Brandy would also notice...Alice had no wound on her, save for a tear in her clothes. "You broke wannabe brigands can't even afford silver knifes," Alice taunted, grabbing the hunting knife of her opponent and snapping it in half, the pieces falling out of her hand, the wounds made that would be grevious on a human were vanishing in an instant as the metal fell away.

A gut punch would follow, sending the bang-less bandit reeling before Alice grabbed him by the back of his hair, and threw him against his fellow against the tree, launching into a dive kick perfectly centered on their family jewels, a foot for each that incapacitated them in an instant. Crouched over the two humans, Alice would creak her head to the side, neck snapping, and then again as she turned it the other way. "Y'know Brandy...I'm glad we took this job. I get to let out some steam..."

Alice would charge at the brigand boss, cackling like a madwoman as she dueled him, physical might brought to an inhuman level from her full moon state. The orc would finally give in to the agony of the ball breaker barrage as well, slumping over on the ground. "Hey Brandy, wanna smash their heads a little!? It'll be fuuuun~!" Alice asserted, having her adversary on the ropes. "I bet the guild'll LOVE IT if we haul in bandits too! Tie 'em up real good and I'll carry them ALL back!" she said, laughing madly once again. "Holy fuuuuuuuuck I needed this," Alice would say, standing over the bandit boss's form, a slash across his chest as she pinned him down with a foot, a bloodied hand running itself across her own face.

...Brandy's new best friend was kind of a psycho bitch this moon phase.

On that night a terrifying legend would circulate in that region, of the Ball-Buster Berserker that struck on full moons, making it one of the safest nights to travel.

Alice probably wouldn't remember any of this though unless Brandy told her. Or, one of the guild girls that would see Alice strolling in with a pile of bandits tied up together on her back, blood on her face, clothes full of slash holes, and looking like she just had the best night of her life.

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

Hey everyone. I thought I should let you all know that, currently Enkryption is sick and will be unable to post for a fair bit of time. I'm very sorry, but the update post will likely be a few weeks out. I ask for your patience at this time, so that Enkryption can recover without worrying about this RP and that we can pick up once they feel better again.

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

"This prophet of ours has never once been wrong before," Gram would say, a skeletal hand forming from a hatch in the back, carrying a tray of warm and fragrant herbal teas, a cup prepared for each of them. Gram would receive her's and sip upon it for a moment. "And, yes, if you don't wish to help we won't stop you. But at the same time, I won't be giving out charity to someone that can't pull their weight. After all, the fate of the world involves you, now. Especially since you're of a Devilish origin," Gram said, looking to Vani as Mammonie asked about her luggage and grabbed at her jubblies.

"Nope. It was just you, and we're the only ones that have been inside in...what, four hundred years?" Vani explained and asked at Gram, who nodded.

The carriage ride would continue, while Mammonie...or rather, Camilla, could feel a sense of connection to something exterior. The divide between character and player was gone...but as an avid player of MOFU, she'd vaguely see, upon looking at Vani and Gram closely...status markers. Or at least, something that was beginning to list information.

[Gram. Dragonfolk? Necromancer. Level Unknown. Kind of a bitch.]

[Vani. Elf. Paladin. Level Unknown. Has stared at your chest the entire time you searched for the Inventory screen]

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice was dumbfounded, that even as her own IQ dropped, it was still watching Brandy's seemingly plummet with every word that left her mouth. "...Brandy, I'm fated to turn into a big dumb monster whenever there's a full moon out in full. This isn't hair dye and press-on nails," she said, much ruder sounding than usual. "But, if you insist, let's get going back to the guild hall..." Alice said, haughtily raising her nose and walking, shaking her sleeve free of Brandy's grasp before heading...in the complete wrong direction.

Looking back at Brandy, she said: "...Which way was it?" she asked, grabbing the rabbit and biting an entire leg off like it was nothing, chewing and swallowing it, fur and all. Alice was a whole lot less nice when it was this time of the month.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Well. Things were already going bad. Very bad. Insanely bad, even. So bad that Steppe Archer's entire posture froze up as she saw their lizard friend kick a ball of liquid and get his foot stuck in it. ...And now it was eating his leg. Off to a fantastic start!

"Fire would hurt him a lot more than the ice. Besides, if this thing is made of liquid, freezing it would mean that we can break it off of him," she would say, wondering if there was anything else she could do to slow the thing, or get it off entirely. But as it stood, she wasn't a mage, or an expert on sewer monsters. ...Also, the longer they waited, the longer it would be melting the flesh off of his leg.

No pressure or anything. "Big Red, are you alright?" she asked, wondering if this was as painful as it looked. She was certain that as it stood, fire would only either agitate it, or make it crawl up his body to escape. But if it was frozen, they could smash it to pieces!

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

At the "Double Dooch" comment, Alice didn't laugh...but her cheeks ballooned to almost double their size as she held in a MIGHTY snicker at that absolutely horrendous joke.

Also, wow, that was some strength to just *pop* that rabbit's head off. She wished she could have kept the horn, but making rabbit stew would have to suffice. "Thank you very much Sir, and if there are ever anymore, we'll be happy to take more jobs," Alice said, bowing her head to hide her bright red cheeks, embarrassed by her stomach outing her like a snitch. And Brandy, at being paid, seemed absolutely ecstatic.

But...Irresistible? Impossible? Alice wondered if Brandy knew what those words really meant...along with many others as Alice was left stunned by her calling them "de-flowered adventurers". "Um...that...doesn't mean that. That means we're not virgins," Alice said, trying to avoid the assertions about her stomach. Then...wait, was Brandy hitting on her. "T-T-T-Tussle!?" she asked. "I don't really swing that..." she started, before falling silent, staring up at the moving clouds overhead, shifting and parting to reveal the full moon overhead. "...Balls," she started, before she clutched her sides, growling as she said: "Brandy. Go back to town without me. Werewolves don't act right in full moons..." Already, her brown hair was taking on a silver hue to it, her claws turning from what had previously just been decently sharp looking nails turning into hardened things resembling actual claws. "I'll just...sleep in the woods. Good 'ol woods."

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

"No friends of anyone, graverobbers. Also, you won't be fighting a true "God", as you probably know them from your realm. Here, Gods are more...more or less just very powerful individuals," Gram said. "Even individuals who draw power through their faith in deities, such as Vani, more or less aren't channeling true Divinity."

Vani would look away, not exactly wanting to admit that. "That's not common knowledge, Lady Gram. But, yes. Basically, we're asking you to kill someone who's superhuman. Problem being, they're currently not even alive. We're working off of a prophecy from the most renowned Seer in the realm, Moria Strix." Vani would walk a bit ahead, the blinding snow giving way to the radiance that followed him from his spell showing Mammonie that there was a carriage being pulled by what appeared to be entirely skeletal horses, the carriage also matching Gram's personal aesthetic of black and white everything, split down the middle. Which was...kind of tacky.

"You don't need to agree if you don't feel like it. But we should at least get you out of this place and somewhere more...civilized," Gram would say, stepping into the carriage and offering Mammonie a hand to help her in. "After all, as far as we're aware, the only way to send you home would be that selfsame God's powers, channeled through an apparatus."

Vani didn't look particularly pleased about...any of this, really. Either from conscience or general dislike about having to kill a God, the elven paladin seemed reticent. But of course, Mammonie might not even care. Gram seemed to be all smiles and pleasantries, as if everything and every word was going as she willed it. The carriage was warm and comfortable, adorned with intricate small decor...and a skull. Like, that was a real human skull just above Gram's seat. In all likelihood, she was a necromancer of some caliber, given that the carriage had no driver at all, a mere snap of Gram's finger being all it took for it to begin moving rapidly.