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Overlord: Momento Mori

@Stern Algorithm
Rodias was already informed that Isolde had been defeated by Morgan, when the ESPER Wings returned to the Chateau minutes before the gorgon. Since the ESPER Wings concluded that Isolde had 'died' from the encounter, as she was turned to stone and lost contact with their mutual mental network, they see no need in retrieving her.

Remember, the ESPERs are essentially mindless puppets. They don't have personalities or wills of their own. They follow Isolde to the letter and, should she not be available, the highest-ranking Bandeersnatch Guild Members would be used as a replacement. They honestly couldn't care less about her, beyond the fact that their combat-efficacy has dropped due to not having her give them orders. xD

You can feel free to mention her if you want, but again, people have already been informed that Isolde lost to Morgan, and given what the ESPERs told Rodias, the current scenario doesn't lend itself to supporting that she's still 'alive'. Even though she is. :P

Overlord: Momento Mori

I never really understood what level the "overseers" that Enderall made were, like Socrates or the base-leaders of the four different camps. Are they level 60's like Chuunitrixx too, since they're greater dopplers?

Overlord: Momento Mori

Kind of hard for Ashara to fight when LCB and Gromgard aren't doing anything in the fight. I mean, yes, I know BurningDaisies has had to eave and Rockin is having Comp-issues, but they're still there and should do something, in some capacity. Since there's no way Ashara can beat the Tender on her own. :P

Will post later today or tomorrow though.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Poor Salem, gonna have his reality crushed when the Miko speak about Deka_Ribbon. xD

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Sorries. :<

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Quiet/Silent characters are neat and cool... When they're the main protagonist and all other characters are drawn to them for plot-reasons. Unfortunately, as seen in "No matter how I look at it, it's your fault I'm not popular!", when you're not in a story and ain't the main character, being the silent/quiet type doesn't really do you any favors... :P
Just like in real life! 8D
Who woulda thought that people would prefer to interact with vibrant, outgoing and talkative individuals, over silent, taciturn and stoic folk? :o

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Old man just wants a pair of snazzy croc-skin boots, is that too much to ask for? :<

Overlord: Momento Mori

Will wait for Rockin to post for Gromgard before I post with Ashara again. Will wait for Guessy to post with Kath before I post for Charme again.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Forgotten Ruins, Old Church:

The giant buster sword of the lizardman crashed down with tremendous force, and could easily have split a man in two... Yet, even with the orange glow and the reptilian's incredible strength, as soon as the blade collided with the now crossed bone-weapons that the madman was wielding, it came to an abrupt halt. The enchantment upon the metal weapon allowed it to make small cracks appear on the boney weapon it had primarily struck, but it didn't seem to be enough to actually shatter or break it outright.

With a twirl and a flourish of the hands, the psychotic priest withdrew his blades, only to then deliver a scissor-like counter-blow, which cut the lizardman across his snout, leaving an 'x'-shaped cut upon it. Even with his bolsteered defense and natural scales as protection, it seemed the bone-scimitars had no problem cutting through them. Now, the wound was neither deep nor dangerous, but it did sting and hurt, and if not treated it'd leave a rather humorous scar.

However, before the priest could launch into another attack, he let out a gasp-choked shriek, as the bones at the entrance of the church were temporarily breached, and another intruder flew into the place. As she summoned forht an angel and had it attack one of the deranged man's zombies, he swayed from side to side and let out a breahy, wheezing cry, as if somebody had grabbed hold of his nuts and was now twisting them around painfully.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-MISCREANT! Defiler! Corruptor! Pervert! Heretic! How dare you? HOW. DARE. YOU!?" He let out in a gargling growling call, as if his throat had been replaced by the vocal ability of a large toad. "Death....! Yes, death... Death. Deathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeathdeath! DEATH TO THE VIOLATORRRRRRRRRRRR!!" He cried, before raising both arms skywards and letting out a barrage of strange, foreign words that honestly sounded more like jumbled pig-latin than anything else.

However, as soon as he finished, three more of the corpses from the heap began to slowly rise. This new triad began to walk towards the high elf maiden, moaning and slobbering all over themselves as they approached, arms and hands stretched out, while their heads and necks rolled lazily on their shoulders.

The zombie that had lost an arm to the summoned angel didn't seem all too concerned about it. It kept following Vani, now just with one arm. It didn't seem the angel's burning sword had actually set the undead ablaze - rather, it had just cauterized the wound it had inflicted upon it. The zombie that Vani had cut the head off was now lying on the ground, snarling and growling menacingly, while it's body stumbled around comically, bumping into walls and tripping over small holes in the floor. The paladin's shout at the mind-controlled archer caught the target's attention though, but unfortunately for Vani, not in a 'oh brave hero, come sav eme'-way.

Instead, the archer drew her bow and aimed it at the now disarmed and slowly approaching paladin. She said something in a choppy, forced voice that was low and inaudible. However, as soon as she let loose one of her arrows, the meaning behind her words became clear. Like a bolt from a ballista, the arrow slammed into Vani's shield and shattered, but stopped the elf dead in his tracks. There was now a massive dent in the young paladin's shield where the arrow had struck. In addition, the archer moved further back, increasing the distance between the two, before unleashing another arrow that repeated the first one, creating another large indent on the holy warrior's shield.

Seeing things dealt with, the madman's gaze returned to the lizard and he let out an excited 'woooooooooooooooooo~!'-sound, before charging at the larger of the pair, swinging his blades in a flurry of cuts and slashes that seemed to come from every single angle possible - and impossible - that the lunatic could imagine. It seemed the man had not just called upon more undead when he had been casting earlier, but had also given himself some kind of dark blessing. Oh, the humanity!

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"No pushun'." THe farmer said, glancing at the lizardman from the corner of his eyes. "Ol' nag couldn't keep up with ya, so you'd just ram the wagon into her rear if ya did." The man said, explaining that the old mare wasn't in any shape to go any faster than she already was.

Druid Girl had calmed herself down, and clampered into the cart at some point too, sitting opposite Steppe Archer at the back-end of the wagon, using a crate as a back-rest. Her cheeks were still a bit flushed and she was looking off to the side, arms crossed infront of her and a noticeably pouty expression on her lips, showcasing that she wasn't quite over the whole exchange with the farmer from before. Still, at her ally's mention of bandits, the caramel-skinned girl turned her head to more intently listen.

"Had a few run-ins over my years. Mostly just highwaymen though, sayin' they be collecting road taxes for travellin' the path to and from the town. Hah! Like this patch o'dirt could even be called a road!" The man scoffed, spitting a glob of snotty saliva off to the side as the wagon slowly rolled forth.

The horse let out a loud huff from its nostrils, shook its head a little and then kept on trotting ahead. The wagon creaked and popped, and it was bumpy and rattley to sit in the damn splinter-covered thing. Still, it beat walking if you wanted to conserve your strength and stamina. Palisade Town shrank bit by bit as they got further and further away from it, with the forest to their north growing thicker and the grassy hills and plains to the sotuh expanding ever onwards. The dirt road they travelled gradually turned into nothing more than a trail, indicating just how few travellers actually came this far out.

"Still." The farmer said suddenly, his grip on the reins tightening and his eyes narrowing. "With them goblins stealin' from my farm recently, and them rumors about adveturers goin' rogue, I ain't willin to risk my hard-earnings on chance no more." He said, grouchly I might add. "Ain't much of a fighter myself, and the old mare here ain't got 'nough sprint in her legs to run off if we be needing it. So, next best thing to do was to hire on some ... *ahem* Skilled protection. 'Course, guardsmen didn't take the job. Figures. Lousy sods just wanna sit in town and get fat on the nobles paying 'em." The farmer grumbled.

"Goblins have been raiding your farm? What do they usually do?" Druid Girl asked surprised. From what her mentor had taught her, goblins usually would only attack a location if they intended to take it over, or burn everything down and steal the stuff that didn't get destroyed.

"Anything they can get thier ugly lil' mitts on." The man said with a sigh. "They steal my chickens, my tools, materials. Heck, they even stole bits of my fence! They run off soon as I step outta the house with pitchfork in hand, but I'm tired of losing stuff to those disgusting little fiends." The man huffed in irritation. "Never seen more than two or three at a time raidin' my stuff, but they've been comin' around more often as of late. I ain't got time to be patrollin' me own farm and take care of all the chores that need be done. Hopin' some of your kind'll take care of those freaks soon." The man shot an accusing look at the three adventurers, before turning back to focusing on the 'road'.