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Final Boss Fight RP

IT HAS COME TO THIS... AN INTRO!

No one knows how they got here, but they know what their task was. Given to them by the face in the stone, they were forced into this task-- told to complete it or the universe itself would be destroyed. Crowds of monsters and other-such enemies have stood against them, compelled to aggression-- sometimes not-- but the only way has been forward. As doors and portals have opened before them, the way back has been sealed, and even the strongest among them has not been able to find escape.

From tropical islands, burning sands, dank and dark dungeons, to odd office-buildings, the portals and doors have lead to areas which seem unconnected to the first-- pocket dimensions in which other worlds and beings have been encountered.

Wither it was with reluctance or enthusiasm, they have made it this far, and have one final task ahead of them.

This is the final stretch.
One last dungeon with the final boss waiting at the end.

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Hello. It is me. A bird. And I will be your GM/Narrator

The RP concept is thus:

2 to 4 players have fought a bunch of Mini-bosses and trash mobs, because fate of the universe nonsense, and they have one last dungeon to complete in order to save the... everything. The world is based on a freestyle chaotic multi-verse nonsense concept aka I'll make it up based on bits and pieces gathered from the characters which enter and their completed character sheets.

A lot of this is going to be determined by what types of heroes decide to enter the RP-- if you're all a bunch of random mobsters, then y'all would have faced a bunch of semi-equivalent-strength enemies. If you're all gods... or maybe even an oddball mix of beings, well. You get the idea.

Every time a "boss" level enemy was slain (or perhaps even convinced to step aside), a portal or door has opened, which has lead to another strange place.

Much of the task has been completed so ALL of the characters will know each other on a more-than-acquaintance level-- y'all have fought alongside each other and maybe even (if two people decide) have formed the "romance". Some of you may like the party, some of you may hate the party, but the only way to get out of this weird dimension is to KILL the final boss... maybe.

Also, each player will be ASSIGNED a semi-cursed object that bound itself to said player.
I will make up said object.
Use it or nah, that's up to you tbh, but I just thought it'd be fun to throw that extra element of CHAOS into there.

ADMIN NOTES/RULES:
- You will use punctuation.
- Respect the hell out of each other.
- Expect some horror/gore/explicit language.
- Preference is y'all posting more than one sentence.
- Post order will only come into effect if there's a FITE.
- No God-Modding
- Depending on how fast y'all post, that's how fast the RP is gonna go, cause I tend to MOVE.
- Other Player Controlling must be with said player's consent and there must be discussion about it. (i.e. if two players are a heard of cats in a trench-coat TOGETHER they must discuss their actions together.)
- If you're gonna do the SEX, fade to black or take it to DM's, but like... who has time to do that in a scary dungeon? ffs.
- ... you're gonna have to convince me to make a Discord for it.

If anyone is interested/has questions, let me know!

The Forest of Helsend

GURITAG
^@Kazemitsu

Rita drank the contents of her cup-- without stopping until the cup was empty-- and let out a pleased sigh afterward. "Welp. Sounds t'me like we're goin' together then," she nodded firmly. Rolling her neck and shoulders she grinned, "I promise not t'cry n' shit my britches like that baby ya won't sit and, iffn' ya don't mind, I thinks I can rouse up the help of another-- that boy what walked out earlier." Jerking a thumb to the door, she looked at Kaze, "Me n' him's been on a few jobs. Got'emself some magic colder n' a yeti's nips-- might come in handy. Thinkin' I'll go track'em down-- if yer in the mood fer walkin', we can talk a bit while lookin'. Otherwise I'll be seein' ya later."

The Forest of Helsend

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^@Kazemitsu

"Kaze, huh? Well how 'bout that! Thems sorta rumors why I came this far. Figure theres tales to tell, were I t'venture in with a party of scrappy sorts-- if'n I make it in and out alive. Reckon here's where I'll find them sorts," she gestured to the inn. Of course, as she did so, she caught sight of Dion walking out the door-- no doubt about to introduce himself to a contact for a job. Casting another glance toward the near-brawl, she shook her head and said to Kaze, "If thems the sort what venture in, I ain't gonna get far-- curious when yer lookin't go and if you'd like company, or, competent company that is."

Picking up a dainty looking wooden cup as it was placed before her--filled with something red, thick, and steaming-- she told him,"I can give proof of skill in whichever ways you want-- story? Scrap? Trophy? Ain't expectin' ya t'just take my word for it."

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Farewell, Gamer Leader.

We Were Human - Marspunk Psychics

Surviving GAMERS.

The Forest of Helsend

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^{Interacting with: @Kazemitsu}

Practically beaming as he he"Nothin' in particular. Jus' seekin' a chat-- I'm Rita," she replied with a frindly grin, "N' I hears this place got lotsa interestin' tales to be told. I'm a bit of a travelin' storyteller, see? I listen n' tell tales. What's yer name, big fella? Gots a story as t'why yer here?" As she leaned against the bar, her posture relaxed, it could be clear that she really was just seeking a chat.

Well. Up until, out the corner of her eye, she spotted a man being lifted off his feet. Her brow arched but she didn't say a word about it and, within a beat, turned her attention back to someone more interesting. Who was she to butt into bar brawls? That happened often and was to be expected. She very quickly shrugged it off-- especially since there wasn't any blood yet.

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^{Interacting with: @Jerkchicken@Kazemitsu}

Naturally, Rita's eyes went toward the door every time it opened, and eventually they fell upon a familiar face. Brows raised, Rita straightened up as a friendly smile came to her face with a, "Well now, do my eyes deceive me?" As she looked at Dion she gave him a wave, "Hey now, partner! You lookin' fer ya missin' snowman?"

And then the door opened behind Dion and, quite predictably, someone bumped directly into him. Lightly wincing, Rita turned her attention toward the barkeep. "I'll get that feller a drink if'n he wants," and she produced a few coins, "N' take a tankard of somethin' smooth, if ya don't mind." With her attention mostly on the barkeeper, it wasn't hard for her to miss the entrance of the large scaled man near the back of the tavern.

He was quite curiously and obviously stared at as Rita's drink was prepared. While she had interacted with is kind before, Rita always found herself fascinated whenever someone new walked into a rooom-- especially if they were interesting.

Dion, who was somewhat familiar with Rita, would likely know that once her attention was diverted to someone else, it probably wasn't going to go back to him, and it wasn't that personal... sort of.

If Kaze looked her way, Rita would give him a friendly nod, and beckon him over.

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When she came into the village, down the winding road, among the outlying farms, she brought a warm breeze with her, and the unmistakable swagger of an adventurer. Children stopped to stare and the occasional worker had to do a double take. To find an orc outside of their usual stomping grounds was uncommon but, to see an Orc in such dress-- with the indicative clothing of the desert plateau dwellers-- was probably worth the curiosity, she figured. These looks and the whispers was something she was used to getting.

And of course, when one is seen, one sees back, and this is how she sized them up. Those weary stares from an elderly couple. The wide eyed wonder of a child, subsequent bravery, and brief questioning.
Who are you?
Why are you here?
Where did you come from?
What's that funny log on your back?
Is it heavy?

These questions she met with a tip of her hat and a smile. Eventually the child left her side and she soaked in the details. Blue sky above, fertile earth below, and the ominous darkness looming in the unseen distance.
There, a bird took flight.
Here, the laughter of a baby held by their father.

Skin and bones, a dog trailed along behind her for a stretch, with a salivating tongue hanging, and heavy pants heaving-- it stood satisfied, eventually, by the scrap of dried meat she dropped. Most acutely, as she made her way toward the nearest tavern, she knew she was extremely Orcish in this quaint village. An elf regarded her with confusion and expected wariness, but they greeted her with a nod, as they hauled a heavy pack up the road past her.

Now-- was she early or late?

A decent jaunt away from the door, Rita stood, and took in the scenery a bit more. Midday sun, scent of pine on the breeze, and the muffled noise of weary workers within. With a nod, she entered the tavern with the confidence of someone who resides wherever their feet land. As she entered, Rita lifted her chin and closed her eyes in greeting, opening her palms to the room in general, before she headed toward the empty counter. As was custom upon entering a tavern, Rita placed a light burlap bag on the counter, and told the woman-- in an accent reminiscent of tumbleweeds and dusty cacti-- "Skull'a my last kill-- some kinda nimbly forest critter-- as tribute to ya health n' tavern's continued bounty."

In jest, she followed that statement up with a smile and a, "Don' say I never gave ya nothin'-- n' don't you worry. I've get yer standard coin' too. This'eres tradition. Do what ya will with it."

And then, she tipped her hat, casting a glance around the tavern, clearly looking for someone.

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The Forest of Helsend

Let the yeeting commence!