The Irish Tree

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

While Liliana was keeping the soldiers busy with her precise stabs and fast flying, she heard the sound of Fatal Pulse scream and turned her head back to see him impaled. Now, surely the tide would...

...Why did he scream about his gonads? And how was he completely fine!? Was he some manner of undead? As the questions surged in her mind, she barely had time to notice the shadow pass over her, trapping her underneath a crate. Dashing around inside of the crate Liliana would try and find a way out, groaning as she basically rammed against the walls of the box. Then, she had a thought. They wouldn't have had time to do more than just get a box, so what was weighing her down?

Then, the fairy instincts for mischief kicked in. A devilish smile kicked in as she heard the soldier sitting on the box laugh at how ridiculously easy it had been to contain the fairy in her dumb little box. She estimated that her sword was sharp enough to penetrate the wood if she stabbed, and so the fairy would fly to the ground, building up momentum by flying in a circle before she dashed for the top of the box.

Where darkness prevailed and the sun didn't shine...that was where her sword would strike. The soldier atop the box would leap from his position, eliciting a cry of pain that would be followed by the sound of breaking wood. With the box now able to be lifted, Liliana would use Size Trick once more to grow large enough to break free and slam the box into the man's head. "Alright, who put the box on me!? Someone's going to be pushing up daisies until they ARE a daisy!"

Eyeing the state of the fight between Fatal Pulse and Shizuka, Liliana had a feeling her new friend stood little chance without a weapon. Even if Triple Reflection could fool Fatal Pulse into guarding, she didn't know if Shizuka had any martial arts skills to let him take his weapon back...so she'd give him a new one.

Varjan steel probably wasn't what Shizuka was used to using, but he'd find a sword sliding towards him, kicked by Liliana. "Alright, now you're all going to have to deal with a really BIG fly!" she said, taking to the skies and resuming her swooping attacks...albeit now, it was with a lot more speed, and less risk of getting shoved in a box. She'd go for archers first, then axemen.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

...Y'know, in all likelihood, I think Samson is due a few nerfs to keep things fair @Enkryption.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

@Enkryption

ERode is doing a Lancer though.

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Sofia was elated that they'd managed to save Alice, the werewolf so stunned by their rescue that she was left speechles-

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" she screamed, hands twitching as she held them by her face, before diving into the muck to try and fish her arisen friend from the swamp's clutches. She'd fish his bones up, along with his busted skull, swimming to shore with them in tow and laying him out. Alice looked ready to cry, leading to Sofia growing even paler. "B-Brandy...I believe...I may have made a very grave error here..."

Alice resisted the still-growing temptation to snap open a bone and slurp up some marrow, instead aligning Phillip Chesterwood's corpse as if he'd died lying down, sniffling as she said: "You had the most gorgeous bones I ever saw, Phillip..." She was crying...but also drooling.

With them close enough to the island that Sofia didn't need to worry about sinking, she would get out of Brandy's arms and run to Alice's side. "Was he friendly!?" she asked, worried that they just murdered someone.

"He was a gentlemaaaaaaan!" Alice sobbed.

If Phillip wasn't dead, now might be a good time to speak up. Of course, if he was dead, dude, wow, rude, Alice is having a whole moment here.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

For the sake of curiosity, if Liliana were to stab said weight atop the box, would it make a suspiciously human-like scream ala Tom of famous cartoon "Tom and The Jerry"?

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

Putting my sheet here for examples.

Cordelia Pelham

Appearance

Basics

Name: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Female
Alignment: Lawful Balanced

History:

History

When a child sees a ghost, that’s generally a sign of something wrong, but the Pelham magus lineage had long since cultivated a fanatic obsession with spirits as not just a medium for their magecraft, but as spiritual guides that can allow one to reach the root. As such when their daughter described the face of a man she never could have met clawing at her window, her family was ecstatic rather than comforting. Trauma wasn’t something strange to mages growing up. The very backbone of modern magecraft requires broken people with ideals brow-beaten into them from a young age…and with the family’s magecraft already specializing in spiritual contact, Cordelia would be put through a veritable horror anthology of contacting spirits.

From lingering resentment at the Tower of London to her family’s ancestral tomb, the heiress of the Pelhams was exposed to so many ghosts that it became difficult to tell where the boundary of life and death lay in the first place. After all, spirits without many worldly regrets could be reincarnated through the root, but one that could see the volume of ghosts lingering in the world could only conclude that there were more regrets than joys in life for humans. The very idea of being around people began to terrify the girl even as she advanced into adulthood, proving a disappointment to her parent’s efforts to numb her to the death she saw in every corner she peeked at. Lingering vestiges of unsaid last words, spirits killed in cold blood that wander and wail on deaf ears…it was equal parts tragic and horrifying to the girl.

Proven a disappointment even with her pure eyes and with no way to transfer that power to another, she was left in the care of the only evocator capable of guiding her: Rufleus Nuada-Re Eulyphis. When the call came from Chaldea for users of magecraft, both the departments of Spiritual Evocation and Summoning would recommend the girl not only as a way to assist in Chaldea’s summoning system, but also to identify early problems with the system with how spirits congregated to the facility. …And also because, frankly, she’d need a break before she went insane.

Magecraft

Magic Circuits Quality: C
Magic Circuits Quantity: A+
Magical Affinity: Void
Attribute: Spiritual Evocation/Spirits

Minor Magecraft

• Rituals of Spiritual Evocation: There are countless lingering vestiges in this world. Ghosts, wraiths, spirits, any can be summoned with enough time and the proper methods…which are all thankfully contained with Euphonia Onyx. Usable virtually infinitely with proper reagents.
• Exorcism Rites: From her experience under Lord Eulyphis Cordelia has learned to exorcise a fair number of weak spirits, allowing her to clear an area of spiritual poisoning. Usable 4 times per Singularity.

Major Magecraft

• Pure Eyes of Spirit: A destined and formulated set of karmic eyes passed to Cordelia through years of effort on her ancestors part, allowing her to see the “Spiritual Remnants” of things without need of spells, extrasensory capabilities, or exorcism rites. While this ability is fairly powerful and allows one to see Servants even in their spirit forms, it cannot be turned off. In places with a large amount of death associated with it, the user can easily be overwhelmed by ghosts completely filling their sightline. Spiritually pure beings are also discernible to her eyes, though since she has never seen one herself she’d have no idea what they were.
• Paleozoic Protoplasm: Cordelia’s favorite ritual to conjure spirits, reaching into the realm of the absurd in its ability to pull the very souls of primordial cellular organisms and stimulate their growth with her mana as a major source. These beings are virtually indestructible by standard physical damage, and with their completely primitive mindset she is capable of commanding and staving the regrets of beings who’s entire desire in life was to “eat and divide''. Since the latter is impossible, letting them “consume” something even as small as a mouse would satiate their desire. While she is capable of summoning more powerful vestiges, she prefers these because she thinks they are “cute and dumb”. Usable 8 times a Singularity with each summon lasting roughly 30 minutes.
• Necro-Stitch: Seeing the spiritual remnants of things allows Cordelia to “tie together” the feelings of things to herself. This allows her to experience what a spirit has seen or sees right now even over a vast distance, but due to the mental strain she is only capable of maintaining this connection for one hour. Usable 3 times a Singularity.

Primary Mystic Code

”Euphonia Onyx”

A mystic code in the shape of a long fluted instrument, designed to house a multitude of ritual circles in individual “discs” with bored holes to allow sound to pass through.

Non-Magecraft Abilities/Items

• Musical Talent: One of the most basic pleasures afforded to her outside of her training was allowing her to express herself through music.

Samson

Appearance

Basics

Class: Berserker
True Name: Samson
Master: Cordelia Pelham
Sex: Male
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Attribute: Heaven

History:

History

He who was heralded as the last judge of the Israelites mentioned in the Book of Judges. A legendary man recorded in Hebrew and Christian tradition as he who slayed the Philistines and sacrificed himself to shatter the religious power of Dagon. The man who is as close to being born as a Berserker as one could have ever been in life. That is Samson, the man without peer in regards to strength and who's feat of killing 1000 men with just an animal's jaw bone should have cemented him in the throne on killing prowess alone.

Where Samson in the Book of Judges was a pious man who fought for revenge and was betrayed in love, this Samson seems to be more of a jaded old man who enjoys a good drink and telling life stories that have little application. An arrogant man who would tell someone his weakness after they've proven untrustworthy, Samson is a man who was sure of himself until his fate was sealed, and piously devoted his life as a slave to the only God he respected to regain his strength.

Parameters

Strength A-EX
Agility C
Endurance A
Mana D
Luck E
Noble Phantasm C

Class Skills

Madness Enhancement Rank E:
“Huh? Yeah its Rank E, this was just how I was in life!”

Personal Skills

• Vows of the Nazirite Rank C: “So, I can’t touch the dead, can’t drink wine, and can’t cut my hair…but hey, you modern folk solved that problem! There’s non-grape booze EVERYWHERE!”
  The vows that give Samson his tremendous strength, following the ancient traditions of hebrewism. While these vows are typically upheld for a certain amount of time, Samson was born a Nazirite and followed his oaths until his betrayal by Delilah. These oaths include abstaining from anything made of grapes such as wine, never cutting one’s hair, and to never become impure by contact with corpses or graves. Had Samson died without breaking one of these vows he would be nigh unstoppable as a Servant, but the breaking of the vows linger even into his spiritual core. Decreases every time a vow is broken to a minimum of Rank E, where all of Samson’s parameters would drop to the same rank.
• Aptitude for Slaughter Rank A: “They were in my way, so I killed them. They were Philistines, and I was okay with them until…”
  Samson is most noted for his feat of slaying 1000 man with the jawbone of a donkey in revenge for his wife’s murder. Samson, who was fated to deliver the Nazirites from the Philistines, was a man blessed by God to kill everyone he needed to.
• Destruction of the Temple of Dagon: “I’ve heard that a lot of people have debated on if I pushed or pulled the pillars apart. I didn’t do either. I tore them apart.”
  The final feat of Samson’s strength after his vows had been broken. The proof that God had not abandoned him was in how his strength returned, grasped to pillars, and brought the entire temple crashing down around him after being enslaved. This feat cemented that Samson will always be “stronger” than what he is facing, his Strength Parameter automatically adjusting in magnitude to whatever target he is facing. In terms of raw physical power, Samson cannot be bested even by the divine.

Noble Phantasm

[Rank C]

Promise to Heaven: Locks of Samson
”I am sweeter than honey. I am stronger than a lion. I have done what they did to me. God, forgive my sins, for once more I slay for myself.”
Anti-Self
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Samson was blessed due to following his vows, his long hair serving as a symbol of his devotion and providing him with strength. When this Noble Phantasm is invoked, Samson’s hair shines with divine light, greatly increasing his physical resilience while affording him a temporary Divine attribute bonus of C.

Fate/Grand Jackpot - Gamble For Humanity

Letsgoooo!

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

And now, there are three Kannazuki! Kannazukinis, if you will.

This definitely seemed like a personal duel, so I figured I'd have Liliana deal with the mooks.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

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With their route out of the warehouse secured thanks to the noble sacrifice of one very antsy cow, Liliana felt comfortable enough with the distance gained to pick Kannazuki up and begin flying, smirking as she saw that Fatal Pulse hadn't managed to catch them. Before the fairy could come up with any sort of snappy one-liner to rub it in however, Fatal Pulse unleashed some manner of attack she wasn't expecting that seriously hurt her ears and sent her body into a paralyzed state of shock, sending her plummeting to the ground. Luckily however, the fresh air had allowed Kannazuki to recover enough to land and catch her, leaving the fairy very impressed at the swordsman's agility.

Her ears were still ringing but she could hear the repulsive sound of Fatal Pulse's voice, the mercenary's blades crossing with her friend's while Liliana struggled to her feet. Her equilibrium was completely disrupted from that explosive...but right now, she had a feeling that she'd get in the way of Kannazuki's swordsmanship. "You handle him, I'll keep the small-fry at bay. ...C'mon sword, let it be anything but a cow this time!"

With her focus placed into her blade, she would unleash one more Support spell from her blade, a pale bolt of energy shooting at it to Kannazuki and enshrouding him in a yellowish glow, before Fatal Pulse would swear he was seeing double. Triple, even, as Triple Reflection was empowering Kannazuki, making ghostly duplicates of him that followed his movements and soon grew so solid that they were indistinguishable from him.

"Yes!" Liliana said excitedly, narrowly avoiding getting hit by an arrow being shot by a Varjan soldier. Using Size Trick, the fairy would return to her miniscule size and begin demonstrating the Royal Knight Fairy style of swordsmanship: Death by 1000 cuts. It would be like trying to swat a fly with a sword as she grew faster in her smaller state, her sword cutting all the same with the blessed wooden flesh of a World Tree blessing it.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice's tail would stand straight up behind her as she eyed the veritable buffet of precious ingredients growing on that log, eyes sparkling while she started panting like a non-human-dog. She'd have to restrain herself from bounding over to gather stuff, patiently waiting for the boney bachelor to finish explaining the strange feeling of being reanimated, nodding twice as she pondered the implication. "Assuming that the 'grip' was necromancy pulling your soul back into your body...maybe the mud around here has something special about it that made the spell incomplete? ...I really wish I knew more myself, but there has to be SOMETHING that reanimated you so far away from Noxiria. Let me go gather that stuff real quick, and I'll bring you to meet with my party. Would you believe me if I said you were way more charming then the guy who hired us? ...By like, a long shot?"

The last part wasn't a joke, since Vincent was kind of a toad by all measures. Especially appearance. Still, Alice would eagerly step her way over to the island and get to picking up the bounty of ingredients the likes of which would probably make Brandy gag, even getting on her knees to really get some of the mushrooms inside of a hollow log.

Meanwhile, Sofia was once again forced into a position where the undead woman couldn't help but get a bit flushed as she was carried like a princess. "W-Well, this is an efficient way to keep me from being dragged down by the bog...good thinking Brandy," she would say before fulfilling her request of folding up part of her shirt, tying it at about an inch below her bra. "There."

As the twosome walked, Sofia would keep an eye out for Alice and, upon seeing her, was about to call out until she saw the mud-covered skeleton also approaching Alice. She was about to be ambushed! "Brandy, look! Alice is in trouble!" Sofia didn't have the space needed to draw her bow, and as such would get Brandy's club from her belt, offering it to the Satyr. "I knew this place was haunted! ...B-But at least its a skeleton and not a ghost..."