Tuujaimaa

Arena Chat Thread

I feel like the tier system here is too vague to realistically be applied to a lot of characters, though that's probably most indicative of my background in combat-based roleplay rather than the general case.

The system that I (and others who originate from where I do) use categorises characters by the scope of their power more specifically than the existing tier system posted above does. Part of me feels that the bands between tiers aren't concrete enough or small enough to realistically differentiate between characters that broadly fit into a given tier at opposite ends of the spectrum - but upon closer scrutiny of the system I'm used to using, the problem still exists even if it is lessened in comparison to the system used here.

Following this, it may be worth having the most experienced members of the combat section come together to decide upon and create a new tier system (assuming that such has not already been done)?

Devil's Storm

I will be using hand crossbows, so unconventional weapons are fine!

You just have to show the general gun-wielding populace that a single jammed bullet can get them killed, and more reliable weapons are for those truly mad/serious about survival enough to make it in the world.

And certainly beware someone who juggles their weapons like commas. Such a woman is certainly to be feared.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Ammy we love you T_T

I'm ready to do your subplots whenever you're free, so just let me know by PM/IRC <3

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

"Oh, you will?! Oh, my little Kim! He went to the Battle for the Gate, you know? Yes... The Black Gate... You know where that is, don't you, dearie? Let me see if I have a map..." The old woman mumbled, before presenting Shio with the box she had gotten down on the shelf.

On the box would be a simple image of a gate in stark black - it seemed that this was the map that was to be given to Shio.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

"He went off to fight in the war, you know? Yes... I know that he isn't coming back because he's trapped there... No, he'd never leave his dear old mother alone for no reason... He must have died, he must still haunt the battlegrounds... There was such powerful magic in that war, oh yes, and there were lasers... Yes, the Lord of the South had a laser once, you know? But it can't have been that laser that killed my little Kim... No... I'll not rest until he's been put to peace! If you let him finally come home, you can have the box and the keys, dearie! Yes, just let him be at peace..." The old woman started, before trailing off and mumbling to herself under her breath. While she had not been very specific, perhaps that was part of Shio's task.

"Yes, set my little Kim free... The sands are so hot this time of year, I can't imagine how he's coping..."

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

"Oh, I miss my little Kim dearly..." The old woman lamented, clearly not paying any attention to what Shio herself was saying. As Shio began to explain herself, she started to fidget around the small counter that she was hunched over behind, briefly disappearing underneath the desk before retreiving another key, very similar to the one Shio had already gotten, but a dark black in colour.

"Do you have anything to trade, dearie? This was a shop, once, back when little Kim could help out... Oh, we had the finest stock... Suzuno herself made my blades, you know? We used to have a shop in Orin, my little Kim and I..." The old woman began again, turning around to grab the box that was on the shelf as she did so. She placed it on the desk, looking longingly out of a window that no longer existed.

"If you can find my little Kim, you can have the box. It has some of Suzuno's knives! Nobody ever came to buy them, not after little Kim went off to war..."

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

As soon as Shio presented the key before the door, the entire thing would slide back to reveal another door, though this one was much more obvious, having a keyhole placed squarely in the centre of the large slab of metal. Through this door would be an elderly woman behind a decrepit counter, who would beam out at a prospective new customer. It looked like she had very little stock to actually offer to Shio, but a box on a shelf behind the counter stood out as being something special.

"Hello, dearie! I don't get much custom these days, no... Not any more, not since my son left for the war..." She spoke out, furrowing her brow a little as she did so. While it was clear that she had gone senile a long time ago, what she was doing in the decrepit and mysteriously well-guarded store was anyone's guess.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Upon knocking on the door, a hidden slot within one of the horizontal panels of wood would be revealed and opened. From the slot a voice would speak sharply and swiftly: "Password?". Depending on Shio's reaction to this, one of two things would happen. If she correctly identified the password, the door would open to reveal the interior of the shop, and she would be beckoned inside by an elderly woman behind a counter at the far end of the shop. Failure to correctly identify the password would result in the slot being closed - though it would open again should she knock. If she failed multiple times, she would notice that the voice was identical each time that it spoke, as was the timing of opening the slot. It would be almost eerie how identical each separate instance was, should Shio experience it.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Shio would find herself in a mostly deserted back alley within the city of Ward, far away from any sorts of prying eyes. The address that she'd been given had led her to a small shop, one that would be intensely challenging to find without written direction, that was labelled Kimlee Li's Throwing Knives on a decaying wooden sign. The "Kim" had faded more quickly than the other letters, and while they were still legible, they were not as pronounced as the other letters. Upon trying to open the door, Shio would find it locked, but there was no obvious key slot for her to insert they key that she had found into.

The alleyway was so far away from the hustle and bustle of the city that a strange silence had fallen upon it, which was very unusual for a big city. For most people it would have been unnerving, but Shio was not most people. The layout of the shop seemed to be fairly ordinary, but the paint that surrounded the door frame was very slightly off, a lighter shade having been used in some areas than the others. Studying the paint intently would reveal that the wood was marked with an array of runic magic, but the purpose of the runes would be obfuscated from Shio, who did not have any knowledge of the types of runes that she had just encountered.

Whatever Shio decided to do would certainly be interesting - but if she failed, the threat of lasers could indeed be very real.

Natrelmon: Forge of Souls

Caelyn

As Zaga was performing his weekly search for new Natrelmon, he would suddenly find himself lost within the vast beach near Toran city, with no other Natrelmon or Trainers in sight. For all intents and purposes, it would be like the world had abandoned him, and a deathy chill would permeate the air, coating the choppy sea in fine icy crystals without fully freezing it over. After a few moments of wandering around the now-barren landscape, Caelyn would sense an immensely powerful presence near him, and if he gazed out towards the sea he would find himself gazing towards the Lord of the North, Seiryu, whose immense coils were perched around a spire of ice rising from the ocean.

Seiryu's presence was unmistakeable, and though he said nothing, his mere presence beckoned the young Caelyn towards him. Seiryu gave off a condescending air, and though it was arrogant it was not malicious or hateful - its tones bordered more along the lines of curious that malevolent. He would not speak until the young man chose to approach him, and if Caelyn chose to meet with the great dragon, a bridge of solid ice would form across the sea leading to Seiryu. Seiryu's presence did not indicate that he was particularly patient, however, and if Caelyn chose to approach the chill in the air indicated that he should do so sooner rather than later.