Xaltwind

Overlord: Momento Mori

Ivonbraids' small, slef-employed company, got crushed by cruel, cruel reality. Hence why he had to stop playing the game. :P

On a different note.

@Lugubrious
Graft's Open Line... Is it only able to be disconnected/turned off by Graft? It doesn't say anthing about it in your sheet, and given how he used it to essentially spy on Kath, without her knowing, I'm curious whether only Graft can terminate the line, or if the other person can do so themselves. Because if not, that seems a bit unfair, considering Graft could just open lines to virtually anuone and spy on them simply by staying quiet, and they wouldn't ever know he was lsitening. o_O;

... Not that I'm implyng that the good Baron would ever do such a thing... *cough*

Overlord: Momento Mori

It took a while to complete and some do-overs, but finally, the true heroine of the story is here! That, or someone who'll end up making everyone hate her. Y'know, one of the two.

Now before anyone goes: "But Xaaaalt, you already have two characters!" Let me explain. I made this character because both Ashara and Isolde are very muc unquestionably loyal and obediant. They are the standard fair of characters who follow the protagonist without question and without doubt, serving loyally and dutifully to achieve their master's, and their comrades', overall goals and success.

Unfortunately, I've come to the realization that, frankly, I'm not particularly enjoying playing Ashara. She's very demure and comflict-avoiding, given her personality. This makes her feel, to me, bland and uninteresting. She's pretty and pleasant, yes, but she also fails to really make any notable noise or impressions. She fels like a background character, a support role, a minor story-relevant person. For this reason, I created Charme.

I'm still going to play all three characters (provided Charme is accepted, of course), but it's quite likely that Ashara will take a more back-seat role, and only really be brought out when either someone else goes to specifically interact with her, or she is needed for story/plot-relevant purposes. Sorry to say that, in case there are any Ashara-fans out there - which I doubt - but that's just how it goes sometimes. We don't always make things that work out the way we want them to.

Also, please excuse any spelling or grammer mistakes in the below sheet. I'm going to try and go through it with a fine comb later to weed out muck-ups, but for nwo I just wanted to get this in before Act 1 of the story ends and we move on further in the plot.

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Name: Charme (Cha-Cha, Charmy, Brewlady, Mom, Tits McGee, Potion-Bimbo, That Shrewd Minx)
Gender: Female
Age: Looks around 20~25 (mentally 35~)

Appearance:

Occupation: Alchemist, Entertainer (Dancing & Fireworks)
Residence: Chateau Gothika cellars, The Wishing Well
Character Focus: Utility, Alchemy, Magic Item Construction, Buff/Debuffer, Evasive Ranged Combat

Personality:

Charme is a cool, calm and mature lady with an elegant air to her. She comes across as dependable and reliable, while also being admirable and confident. She does tend to show a playfully coquettish side once in a while, and has a penchant for teasing or flirting with others - regardless of who they are, though only in a lightheared and non-too-serious way. Her ability to stay focused and calm during stress or dire situation, as well as her calm, refined mannerisms makes her what many would consider a 'cool beauty'. It's also clear that she takes great pride in her appearance, putting in effort and taking good care of her looks.

Able to give sage advice and being both extremely intelligent and clever, Charme is perhaps one of the more cunning members of Chateau Gothika. Capable of considerable forward thinking and planning, seeing through subtext and hidden meaning, caluclating and decipihering intent and purpose, she is a fearsome opponent in the realm of mind-games and intellectual battles. Unfortunately, due to this very same ability, Charme is also extremely paranoid, secretive and cautious. Of everyone.

She does not let others too close, keeps her own cards hidden and concealed, distrusts and suspects everyone around her and is constantly watchful and on guard. In addition, she is fiercely possessive and unwilling to share any of her knowledge relating to alchemy, guarding both her mind and her work with an iron curtain, allowing none to glean it or her secrets. Because of this nature, she can at times be prone to instigating drama by means of implied disloyalty or otherwise. Her keen ears, eyes and mind are always at work, scheming, plotting and counter-acting or unravelling the intents of both her enemies and peers. She is incredibly percaptive despite her seemingly laid-back nature, some might even say it's uncanny.

Because of her incredible distrust of others, Charme will not use, eat or even touch anything made by others unless she carefully examines and investigates it thoroughly first. Despite all this however, she is a tactful, smart and graceful woman who knows how to act and carry herself. Thinking of her peers as naughty children, she sometimes adopts an almost motherly mentality and approach towards them, and her relaxed and oft casual behavior makes her act more like a friend towards her superiors, rather than a subordinate. Though whatever her personal goals, ambitions or motives are, they remain a well-kept mystery to anyone but herself.

Finally, Charme's views on morals and ethics are very loose. She prefers a pragmatic approach and has no need for abstract concepts like honor, justice or other such nonsense. To those who irritate her, she can be quite sardonic and condescending, and given her intelligence, she has an easy time pushing others' buttons or uncovering their weak points. Though she doesn't show it openly, she can be quite vindictive and petty, and is the type who can hold a grudge for an ungodly amount of time, and is incredibly slow to forget, slower still to forgive -if ever doing so. Amusingly, while she is fond of her work, she isn't very excitable or energetic about it - leading some to wonder if she truly enjoys her labor, which of course she does. In fact, she can get so absorbed in her own work that she forgets (or ignores) everything around her, losing track of time and space entirely.

She also seems to have a good sense of humor, beinag able to joke or play around with others. Though given her conniving and manipulative personality, it's rather hard to tell if this is genuine or just another part of her charade.

Notable Equipment:

Ashwake Pipe: A long, slender smoking pipe, made from white wood and adorned with silver fixtures and thin rings. Apart from serving as a pipe with which to smoke a wide variety of tobacco, it also has three distinct features. For one, it gives the holder of the item a very minor fire absorption boon, taking a small amount of any fire-based damage into itself. Secondly, it can be used to summon up to three Lesser Fire Elementals, though this requires that there is ash left in the pipe after smoking it - if the pipe has not been used, this ability is unavailable. Finally, if there is no tobacco in the pipe, but it's lit nontheless, it will allow the holder to extend a thing fire-whip from the pipe, and use it as a melee weapon to deal physical fire-damage. This ability requires the pipe to be empt and thus cannot be used if the pipe has been recently used for smoking - or if not emptied out/cleaned. Tt also grants any buffs or benefits that whatever smokable leaf is put into it has, when smoked.

Oghmatic Lenses: The glasses she wears are a specially crafted item with some very unique, but interesting, properties. Allowing the wearer to see the composition, as in the materials and compnents, of any item they focus on, with these glasses you can tell just exactly what was used to make an item. This allows one to see what an object is made up out of, as well as any special properties it may have. Of course, this only works if the 'level requirement' of the item is equal, or lower, to that of the wearer. In addition, the glasses can identify useful plants, minerals and organic parts that could be used in alchemy or arcane artificing, negating the need for skills such as mineralogy, herbalism or similar. Finally, they can also discern how durable an item is, as well as its overall quality. The lenses do not work if a person is wearing armor however, not even if they have levels in Armored Mage or similar classes.

Plague Bat's Coat: The fur coat that Charme wears is fashioned from both alchemy and enchanting. It's basic functions is granting outright immunity to non-injected poisons and toxins, such as poisonous gas, venomous spit, toxic breath and son. In addition, it grants full immunity to any and all diseases, as long as it is worn and even nullifies contagious sicknesses that would otherwise cling to or remain with an individual if afflicted. Finaly, the enchanting-part of the item, is that it can act as a pair of bat-wings, granting the wearer the ability to Fly, however, it only does so at half the wearer's current agility - it's a tool more meant for travel and overcoming obstacles, rather than a practicual element for combat or escape.

Courtier's Ensemble: An elegant and stylish, but also provocative dress. This garment was created by Charme herself, and her Creator, using alchemy. It has the same defensive property as a suit of Mithril Scale Mail, while being as light and flexible as silk. In addition, it smells really nice and grants the wearer a substantial bonus to any Charm, Stun and Confusion, or similar mental status-affliction caused by the wearer. It's also highly resistant to all forms of acid damage and slightly resistant to both electricity and fire damage. it's downfall is that it requires rather expensive materials to repair lost durability with, not to mention faring poorly against wind-elemental attacks and damage.

Grand Band of Outer Alchemy: A ring fashioned from orichalcum, alchemic silver and shadow brass, studded with a single amethyst-colored crystal. This ring grants the ability to not only create alchemic items at a much higher quality, but to also refine and improve existing items further. This allows the wearer to, for example, turn an already existing Lesser Healing Potion into a Common, or even Greater Healing Potion instead. Obviously, the ring only allows for items of a specific type to be upgraded to a higher version of the same item, it cannot grant additional attributes or properties to any upgraded products. It also grants the wearer the ability to transmute resources and materials on the go, without the need for an alchemy station or tools, which is very handy when out in the field. It can only be used by those with levels in an alchemy-related class.

Bottomless Flask Case: A bag, specifically designed to hold flasks, vials, bottles and even scrolls. A must-have for any alchemist, this little device allows for the endless storage of the finished goods that they make through their craft. The downside of this marvelous bag, however, is that it can only hold these sorts of items, so if you want to bring raw materials or something else along with you, you'll either need an extra bag or pockets to do so. The case itself is fairly unassuming, looking just like a regular wood-and-leather case with a leather strap for carrying it over the shoulder. It's completely secure against both shock, explosions, crushing, slashing, piercing or any other form of attempted destruction... It doesn't float though. Additionally, it also generates empty containers for whatever the alchemist needs, eliminating the necessity for gathering sand and using glass-blowing to manufacture their flasks.

Creator Information:

Charme was created by the player known as PowderPlaguePuff. An impatient and often careless individual, who went into unknown areas, dungeons and enemy territory without thinking or planning, and often ending up frustrated and enraged when their lack of foresight and preparation came back to bite them in the proverbial ass. Eventually growing tired of being caught off-guard, or simply lacking the means to overcome hurdles and obstacles, PPP began to work on an NPC could let them gain access to things that would help overcome these self-inflicted set-backs. To that end, they decided to create a support NPC that could create items that would be useful for them. Thus, Charme waas born - with the help of some of the more experienced programmer and NPC-makers of Bandersnatchers' help. Of course, being that they made Charme for primarily their own use, PPP was loathe to share or divulge information petinent to their little alchemist.

In fact, whenever PPP came across a new recipe, ingredient or material that could be used by their potion-brewing minx, they made sure to safely store any relevant information in a way so as to avoid others stumbling across it, intentionally or otherwise. With time though, and some pressuring from their peers, PPP set it up so that Charme would be allowed to provide other members of the Guild with her creations, but the customers had to provide the necessary resources and materials to make the items themselves. In the end though, roughly 2.5 years prior to YGGDRASIL's shutdown, PPP had grown bored - or unreasonable salty - with the DMMO and began to frequent the game less and less. They eventually stopped logging on at all roughly 1.5 years prior to the server shutdown, never saying goodbye to anyone. Truly, a selfish person.

Despite their selfishness, hubris, lack of foresight and tendency to rage, PPP had one redeeming quality. They never blamed or threw shade at others unless it was absolutely, unquestionably justified. Owning up to their own mistakes and never blaming anyone else for when their own action s caused things to go south, they were a genuine person with high morals... Sure, they could be annoying and an asshole, but they were at least not the type to blame others for their own mistakes.

Levels & Stats:

Total Level: 60
Class Levels: 55
(B) Alchemist (15)
(B) Thief (1)
(B) Wizard (4)
(H) Royal Alchemist (10)
(H) Dancer (10)
(H) Thaumaturgist (10)
(R) Arcane Artificer (5)

Race Levels: 5
Homunculus (5)

Alignment: -125 (Neutral Evil)

Stats:
HP: 44
MP: 57
PHY. ATK: 20
PHY. DEF: 28
AGI: 82
MAG. ATK: 33
MAG. DEF: 87
RESIST: 95
SPECIAL: 24

TOTAL: 480

Dominion:

The Wishing Well:
Layout:

Although it's named after a well, the entrance to this underground sanctuary is actually accessed by interacting with a fountain. The fountain is a large center-piece in an otherwise unassuming, undecorated room. It is dry though, and no water flows from or through it. The fountain has a round design, with three sculptures, each holding an urn which water is supposed to flow from. The statues are shaped to look like a mermaid, a siren and faun. By yanking on the faun's horns, twisting the mermaid's fins and stretching the siren's wings, a mechanism is activated the causes the whole fountain to begin lowering itself down into the ground, like an elevator. Once it reaches the bottom, passengers must disembark before the fountain rises up to the floor above once more, but it can be summoned down by pulling a lever on a nearby wall.

The underground area is a small, circular room, with a single black door with gold-tinted edges - there is no door handle, knob or other grippable appendage to use. Instead, when approaching the door, it will ask a question, to which the visitor must give a verbal answer. If the answer is correct, the door unlcoks and allows entry. If the answer is faulty, the door turns red and Mudmen ranging from level 15 to 25 will begin to rise from the ground at indefinite until the intruder leaves the area. The door cannot be opened by lockpicking, but it can be opened if a wizard of high enough level uses a unlocking spell like 'Knock' or 'Open Greater Lock'. Once past the black door, you will travel along a brick-laid hallway with stone tiled floor, roughly wide enough for three people to walk side by side in. Eventually, the hallway ends in another room.

This final area, is the Wishing Well. A mysterious arcane sanctuary created through ritual magic, alchemy and engineering. Due to this, it actually has several forms, thogh primarily it can swap between an elborate alchemist's laboratory, a courtesans' stage and bar, a storehouse and an apothecary shop. Depending on what the visitor needs and wants, the Well can adjust and change to fit the need. Naturally, this means it can assume other forms as well, such as a bath house, a café or even a brothel, if so desired. To change the Well's layout though, one must speak and request this from the sole resident of the area, namely Charme.

By default, the Well assumes the design and shape of the alchemy laboratory, where the lady-alchemist works and researches her craft in peaceful solitude. Because of the way it can change shape and form, it's quite impossible to steal or take things from the Well unless Charme allows it, as if she changes the layout from say, the storehouse to the bar with a stage, there will be no materials or goods to steal that are of any value, since items and equipment change along with whichever layout is currently 'active'.

This wonderous feat has a downside however. For one, teleportation in and from the area is all but impossible, as the distorted and warped space makes translocation spells fizzle or fail. Secondly, it cannot receive materials via the COIN System, meaning Charme has to leave the Well in order to obtain supplies and materials for her work. Thirdly, if one of the different layouts sustain damage, the Well cannot change or swap interior until the damage is fully repaired, as otherwise it would cause an error in the transmutation and equal exchange-algorithm, which could potentially be disastrous - thus, the failsafe is there to prevent it from swapping designs if any area has been compromised.

Purpose:

The purpose of the Wishing Well is rather simple. It acts as an alchemy station, an in-Guild shop, and a place for roleplay and relaxation. Members of Bandersnatchers could, eventually, come down here to work on alchemy, buy or trade with Charme, or just hang out and goof around. With Charme being able to Dance as well as make drinks and fireworks, she was a popular NPC to bring out or visit during festive events like holidays, birthdays or in-game events. it was a place where little wishes could come true.

Residents:

Charme is the only permanent resident of the Well. While she can certainly create other homunculi, golems or other alchemic beings like chimera, these were usually only made to serve specific goals or purposes, and were summarily dismissed or dismantled once their task were completed. This was done due to PPP's obsessive and selfish desire to keep Charme's knowledge and skills limited to the NPC herself. As such, the lovely vixen is the solitary occupant of the Well, even if it at times is rowdy and full of dancers in bunnysuits or helpful little clay golems carrying crates and flasks about. In the end, all of them are but dust in the wind, all except Charme, for she is the wind that chooses in what direction the Well blows.

Overlord: Momento Mori

There we go, Ashara going back to her tower - and inviting Kath to come have story-time with the kids. And Isolde being Isolde, dissing Salem and pressuring Rodias with deadpan apathy!

... Now we play the waiting game...

EDIT:

Chuunitrixx vs. Chateau

Overlord: Momento Mori

Fox at the Throne:

Hearing Rodias exempt her from any punishment on account of her inability to acquire all inofrmation, Ashara sighed a slight breath of relief. It was reassuring to know that her Lord was not the type to rule with an iron fist, nor the one to divvy out lashes of the whip when all expectations weren't met. She thus proceeded to listen to his musings and words, particularly about how it would perhaps be beneficial to overthrow the local duke and seize control of Amberden for the Chateau itself. A good enough plan, Ashara assumed, as she could not come up with anything better herself. Not that she particularly cared one way or the other who the village and villagers served - if they were slain, their mines could still be used, and if they were enslaved, they could mine for their new master. Both ends had the same result.

Of course, she knew that Lord Rodias wasn't the type who would just send his cohorts down the mountainside to raise their flag and announce their annexation of the territory, no. He had something far more elaborate and cunning in mind, she was sure of it! Sadly, since the fox wasn't particularly bright, she failed to imagine what possible plans he could be concoctijng within that clever mind of his. This made her smile, and feel assured that her leader was a competent and cunning one, which meant that both she, the others and the Chateau as a whole were in good hands.

His remark about Mars being useful was a bit curious, but given how the man had been a clear exception among a plethora of proverbial insects, Ashara could only reason that Rodias was curious about him because he was a rarity, rather than anything else. Still, her Lord needed only say the word, and Ashara would dash down the steep rockface and cliffs, snatch that Mars-man and lug him back up the mountain if an audience was desired. Sadly, Rodias made no such request. Instead, he politely thanked them for their service. This made Ashara smile gently and genuinely.

"There is no need to thank me, milord." She said, matching Rodias bow - albeit slightly lower. "If it is for the Chateau, I am more than happy and willing to aid you." She rose from her bow, looking at Rodias with now a rather quirky, carefree expression. "That being said! If there is nothing else, I would like to return to the Shrine. I imagine Mikoto being furious at me, and the young ones will most certainly want to hear about this new strange land." She said, apparently aware that a scolding was awaiting her once she returned, along with a barrage of questions.

After all, she had left without telling the other Shrine Maidens that she was going away, leaving the Chateau proper. Likely, the golden-haired three-tailed little sister who was a straight-laced and serious type was now absolutely fuming, steam shooting out of her ears in rage at her careless, nonchalant older sibling. The thought made Ashara giggle slightly, as she turned and faced Kath.

"My lady, it was an honor to travel with you." She bowed again. "Once you retrieve your stolen books, please come visit us at the tower some time. I know the little ones would love to have you read to them." She said, offering an invitation to the Shadowtower Shrine - a place where nobody in the Chateau usually went, simply because it served no real purpose or function.

It was Deka_Ribbon's personal sanctuary, her own little toy-box, where her designs and dreams were made manifest for no other reason than to sate the woman's own artistic desires and preferences. But even if nobody else ever visited, even if was just a pretty decoration, it was still Ashara's beloved home, and that was where she was heading now, after this tiresome first trek in an unknown world.

The Shrimp, The Midget and The Flustered:

AT Salem's words of Rodias being the last creator around, and all the others having abandoned them, Isolde made no remark. Her perfectly neutral, apathetic expression did not change, nor did she make any sound, movement or give off any kind of indication that his bomb-shell of a revelation had, in the slightest, phased her. However, when it came to the comment about Rodias being allowed to do whatever he so desired, simply because he was the last Sable Lord, Isolde's head turned, with a slight noise of a servo-motor, to look at the levitating puppet.

"Dismissive. Nobody asked for your opinion, Tiny." Although her voice was as flat and unenthused as always, this was perhaps one of the rare occurrences of Isolde actaully being able to call someone else tiny... Given her rather diminuitive stature.

Rodias seemed a bit flustered though, removing himself from the tiny Automaton maiden's side in a hurry, then blurting into a whole spiel about his gentlemanly ways and absolute code of cordial conduct, which forbade the deflowering of sleeping beauties. He also stated that the situation was complex and, for whatever reason, he had been having issues trying to re-initiate herself and her floor. At this, Isolde blinked - once - before speaking.

"Understoof." Was her reply.

At this point, the ESPERs turned their heads away from Rodias and Salem, and instead proceeded to stare blankly out over all of the 5th Chapter, their visored hidden eyes likely staring off into space, looking at everything and nothing all at once. The golems below the dais rumbled and groaned as they moved about, heavy metallic thuds and clanks being heard as they worked and labored to fix minor problems or damage that the floor had suffered during its time in disuse.

Isolde also took a look out over the floor, though without moving at all, aside from her eyes that scanned first one way, then the other, before returning to look up at Rodias rather towering self infront of her.

"Informative. Creator Dr.Dnd initiated Sleep-mode approximately 5 years, 9 months and 14 days ago-" For an approximation, it was rather specific... "-in an attempt to rework Creator Ivonbraids' settings for the Chamber. The former however failed to do so, as apparently their way of thinking and reasoning differed significantly." Or, in simpler terms, they wrote code very, very differently. "As such, Creator Dr.Dnd eventually grew frustrated with the Chamber's apparently flawed core design, and seem to have abandoned his efforts in this project. This action has left the Chamber in a state of non-functionality and disrepair for a considerable amount of time. Suggestion. Relocating resources to restore Chapter 5 to fully operational status is advisable." The little doll-like robot-girl stated, deadpan and unacring as always.

Her suggestion was reasonable though. While the COIN was working at the moment, the transition from YGGDRASIL to this new world had seemingly caused some issues to appear due to the chapter being a state of dormancy at the point of dimesnional shift. If one looked carefully, some of the glyphs and runes along the walls were glitched and not displaying properly, some of the vein-like power-conduits weren't flowing, or were severed in places. The four orbs above the trio were also sparking and fluctuating irregularly - whereas normally they did so in a periodic and somewhat pattern-like way. Of course, the chapter wouldn't collapse or stop working if nothing was done immediately, but using something that had small nicks and dents in it wasn't a good plan long term.

Isolde, however, just kept staring at Rodias. Unblinking. Unflinching. Unmoving. Unwavering.

"Your orders?"

Overlord: Momento Mori

What happens when Light hugs you?.

This:


... The horror. D:

Overlord: Momento Mori

By the way, "gorgiveness".

@Rockin Strings

... You heard what I said. :T

Overlord: Momento Mori

Light: C'mon, talk!
Cultist: WHAT DO YOU WANT!?
Light: I want the truth!
Cultist: The truth? THE TRUTH?! YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
... And then Light ate his face pff. And it was delicious~

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Going to apologize in advance to who it may concern. I've been suffering from a headache that's lasted all week, and as such my mood - which is usually full of salt and grump - hasn't exactly been improved. So, if I come off as extra snarky, sarcastic, rude or otherwise being a big bully, I ask for gorgiveness. It's just really annoying waking up in the mroning, and as soon as you get out of bed it feels like your skulls about to be crushed in a vice, and retain that feeling until you fall asleep at night...

Overlord: Momento Mori

Damnit Nappa! Long post is long and wordy.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree@Guess Who

"You are most generous, Miss." Ashara said to her strawberry blonde benefactor, bowing deeply as she accepted the kump of amberlyte with both hands. She then waved goodbye in a soft manner, before turning and nodding to Kath. It appeared her colleague was ready to set off, back to their home, and to report their findings to Lord Rodias. In truth, Ashara was glad to be going back, for while walking outside and exploring a new land might seem exciting to some, to Ashara however, it was just a lot of work and extra hassle. Not to mention that nothing they had found or seen so far had really been graceful or pleasing to look at. The village was rustic, at best, the animals were all rather dull and non-stand-outish, the scenery was... Decent, perhaps? The only really eye-catching bits, to the fox at least, had been the amberlyte and the strange currency she had been giuen. But then again, this wasn't a trip made for sightseeing or searching for aesthetically pleasing vistas, it was an important scouting mission for all of Chateau!

Their trip back was rather uneventful, and aside from stopping a few times to let Kath draw and write in her book, nothing really noteworthy happened. Ashara was content with walking along, watching her companion with a warm smile, finding it rather cute how the usually calm and collected dragonoid librarian was now skipping about, like a giddy little girl. It was rather cute, and it made the fox-woman stifle a small giggle at hjust how unusual the sight was. The way back was a bit more troublesome though, as they had to move along paths and areas that would keep them from being spotted by the villagers down below... Not that any of them probably had good enough eyes to pick up two, small figures making their way up a mountain, but you never knew who might be watching from elsewhere... like their mysterious observer...

Regardless, upon reaching the gates of the Chateau, Ashara let out a sigh of relief. She had managed to keep both Kath safe, learn some information and made it back to their home, all in one piece. A resounding success!

Returning to the library on the 4th floor, Ashara was pleased to see Lord Rodias dutifully keeping his promise to Kath, about guarding her books. Well... At least, that's how it looked, until he opened his mouth and declared that the place had been raided and books absconded with. Ashara's face was stoically staring, first in disbelief, then in slight judgement. However, this faded quickly, as she reasoned that the Lord had many tasks to do, and in addition to needing both food and sleep, he also had to deal wtih the day-to-day needs and affairs of the castle proper. Surely, even his watchful and capable hands couldn't be everywhere all at once. In that sense, it was more so the fault of the thieving mimics, having taken advantage of their Lord's busy schedule to sneak in grab things they weren't allowed to touch. The nerve! That Chapter Keeper really hadn't disciplined her children at all.

Before Ashara could say anything though, Rodias asked how their mission went... But Kath excused herself. Then there was a loud roar that made the entire place shake and quake in a rather violent fashion. Being close to the source of the noise, the Library was affected far more than any other region of the Chateau, and even Ashara, with her nine tails and excellent sense of balance, found it hard to keep from bobbing about and around. Still, she somehow managed, albeit she had to change back into her white-haired partial form to do so.

"Oh my..." She said, putting a hand on her cheek and tilting her head, a look of slight concern on her face.

Once Kath returned though, things would proceed as intended, albeit Ashara could sense a faint, growing aura of considerable resentment, or perhaps just pure rage, growing and eminating from Kath's general person... It was, unpleasant, to stand next to her while this was occurring, but she didn't exactly have a choice in the matter. Perhaps if giving their report quickly would allow them to be dismissed, she could escape before the dragonoid unleashed her fury upon the culprits, and any innocent bystanders unfortunate enough to get caught in the crossfire. THus, she placed a balled hand to her mouth and lightly cleared her throat, before looking at Rodias.

"Our trip down the mountain was rather uneventful. Apart from some small animals, and the very sparse cave filled with lonely creatures, there really was no hindrances to our descent." She began. "We approachd from the road, as per my lord's command, and entered the village under the pretense of being fledgeling sell-swords." She made sure to mention that they had followed his instructions and kept to his plan of pretending to be novice mercenaries. "The village itself pose no threat to the Chateau, or any of us. The townsfolk are mostly miners of considerably low power, and apart from a single individual by the name of Mars, their military strength consisted of a few lowly men with terrible spear-skills." She paused. "This Mars-person seemed unusually more skilled than the rest of the townsfolk though, I would estimate that he could, at least, fight on par or perhaps even outmatch any of General Gromgard's goblins, or Lady Chuunitrixx mimics, in single combat. But, as I said my lord, he is the only exception. The rest of the village would not stand any chance of opposing your will."

She paused for a moment, letting Rodias take in this news, before moving on to more detailed matters.

"I also questioned some of the locals, and learned a few things. The hamlet itself is called Ambderden, named after an ore that is apparently rare and valuable, called Amberlyte. I was fortunate enough to acquire a sample of it, here." She reached into her haori, retrieved the lump of unprocessed metal, and handed it to Rodias reverently, while bowing her head. "A villager told me that it was mainly used for making tools, but perhaps Lord Graft or Lady Oz could find other ways to use it?" She suggested, not knowing much about how to make the most of things like this.

"I also learned that while the ore is rare and valuable, most of the profits that the village makes are taken, or paid in tribute, to a local lord called... Oh, what was it..." She trailed off putting a hand on her chin and rubbing it softly. "Duke... Duke... Long? Lark? No, that is not right... I think they said Larn. Duke Larn. Apparently, he is not well liked, and the villagers warned me that he had spies and ears all around the area, and that mentioning his name was a poor decision, at least in the open." She stated, looking rather unperturbed by this, likely thinking the man to not be as much of a threat as the low-level locals did.

"Oh, and the Mars-person I mentioned before, told me that apparently some strangers had been lurking about the village recently. Strangers wearing stranger masks, who kept at bay, but nontheless seemed to be observing the village." She proceed to describe the masks and other details she had learned about the freaks before moving on. "Additionally, I was told that this nation is ruled by a High Queen, called Atlecia. Ah! Oh no!" Ashara suddenly burst out into a shocked, horrified face, and she fell to her knees, bowing profusely to Rodias in a panicked state. "F-forgive me, my lord! In my ignorance, i forgot to ask the name of the country! I am truly ashamed of my negligience." She apologized, earnestly and sad in tone, obviously upset with her own shortcoming. Still, once calmed down a bit, she reached into her robe again, and produced the small sack of coins, which for whatever reason, Ashara had been storing inbetween her cleaavge...

"This, my lord, is apparently what passes for currency in this realm. It is quite different from the coins of our old world. Here, have a look." She opened the bag and gently shook it, causing a handful of shiny pieces to fall out and into her lord's hand. "I did not recognize the materail they were made from, nor their inherent value. I am sorry, my lack of knowledge in these matters have proved most unbecoming." She again bowed her head apologetically.

Though, once this was done, her face took a more stern and serious appearance. "Finally... There was an incident." She said. "While I was away form Lady Kath's side, I felt a ... Presence. An aura of power, one that rivalled that of our very own Chapter Keepers. It was only for a moment, and I did not catch a glimpse of the one from which it eminated, alas as I was too slow to come to Lady Kath's side." Ashara spoke with a tone that was not typically like her. Usually her serene and calm demeanor lent itself to giving her a soft and gentle presence, but while talking about this subject she was uncharacterisically serious and perhaps even stern. "I did not sense this presence while we returned to the Chateau, so I do not believe whoever this was managed to follow or trails us back to the Chateau itself. However, I cannot say for certain that such is the case." Her face softened a bit again. "That is all I have for you, my lord." She finished, bowing one last time.

Ashara had purposefully left out the details about the singing from the mountain, which had alerted and confused the townsfolk. For perhaps there had been rhyme or reason for the lady of the Sixth Chapter to do what she did, and Ashara wasa in no position to question or rebuke actions that may have been sanctioned by their lord. For now, she would just wait, see if her friend had something to add, or if her lord needed more from them.

Overlord: Momento Mori

You could have her visit the gardens, to pick edible herbs or flowers to rest0ck her supplies. You could have her go to the Beast Pens and ask them to butcher poor animal so taht she can use it for tonight's main dish. You could have her deliver poisoned food to Enderall after Chuunitrixx little raid on her stores. You could have her deliver meals to one of the chapters, or to one of the lesser areas - I know the shrine maidens would appreciate not having to climb all the way down the tower's staircase just to get food for once. You could have her take a bath, for fan-servicey reasons. You could have her gossip with Mamoru, or ask her if the maid saw anyhting remotely edible on her little jaunt with Gromgard and his kids. You could have her go ask Gromgard if he'd let her cook one of his goblins, to see how it tastes, in case their food supplies run dangerously low...

Just some ideas off the top of my head.