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_{HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450}
^{_________________} _{with @OwO}

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CHARACTER

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Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (510)
MP – 50 (500)
SP – 42 (450)
STR – 42 (61)
AGI – 40 (50)
END – 35 (39)
DEX – 42 (52)
LUC – 43 (51)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 3883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Wargtooth Halberd
• Ankle Bells
• Common Health Potion x4

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms:
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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To be fair, Ames probably should have expected that Mags' plan was walk up and start dancing. That was pretty on brand for her. It wasn't even the first time she'd employed that strategy. What was complete unexpected was the onis' response. What... huh? They liked it?? It was hard to tell just what the monsters thought, but they were definitely breaking out into dance themselves, right? Ames peered out from behind the tree after the shockwave of the onis stomped passed by. She squinted her eyes, taking in the scene. That blue one must be the leader, and... his moves were actually pretty good. Magpie wasn't so bad herself.

...uh, hold on, it looks like she's totally into it, Ames thought while staring a little longer. Was this seriously becoming a dance battle? And if so... Ames was joining in. And she wasn't going to lose.

Perhaps Ames' bloodlust eagerness gave her away before she even stepped out from her hiding spot. When she did reveal herself, she made sure it was a slow and deliberate action. It was a signal to the oni that 'hey, I'm not gonna ambush you, I'm with the other human.'

The redhead considered showing off her true power right then and there, but that's not how team competitions worked. While Mags had the floor, Ames would be more like a back-up dancer, a hype man, supporting the brawler. The bells tied to Ames' ankles chimed with even small movements and provided a rough metronome, given that there wasn't much noise in the area besides the wails of unfortunate souls and the slap of the oni's flesh as he undulated.

Current Mood in One Gif

World of Light

Word Count: 746 (+1 exp)
Level: 6 - Total EXP: 20/60
Location: Edge of the Blue

With everyone already in Hawker's Alley, it didn't take much time for all of the blue team to come back together again. Outside of Bulwark Hall, the heroes gathered... only to be told by an attendant that the admiral with the very complex name was currently out of her office - but also that one of their own had already set out to find her. After that news there wasn't much else to do but wait. Or keeping shopping. Yeah that second option sounded nice.

Ace Cadet had his item bag in one hand and his new companion tucked under his other arm, the little monster contented after Cadet finally picked it up a few snacks on their way to the hall. After feeding it, the baby behemoth seemed to bond with him a little... the hunter supposed he didn't have to keep carrying it and that it would follow along after him like all the other critters in town followed their masters, but he wasn't completely sure. Although if it was like a Poogie in other ways besides looks, then a good rub would get it to follow him anywhere. It was really perfect timing when Sakura took notice of the minion and came over.

"It's name is BB," Cadet told her, "I didn't check to see if it was a boy or a girl yet, probably should, but it's a baby 'Behemoth.' They grow up to be pretty dangerous so we took them off the market, Junior's keeping track of the other one."

When she asked to pet BB, the Cadet grinned brightly and handed the whole minion over to her. BB looked disgruntled at that, but to be fair it had looked disgruntled pretty much the whole time Cadet had known it. "Yeah! You're friendly for a little monster, huh, BB?"

BB let out a hard snort through it's snout, and the hunter laughed.

"Pet it all you want, it will probably help it get used to us. Plus I can organize my inventory, gimmie a sec." After saddling Sakura with an armful of piglet whether she was ready for it or not, the Cadet slung his pack up and rustled around in it. With the money he'd made from selling the fish, he'd bought some local potions. Draughts that caused ailments like paralysis, blindness, drowsiness, and poisoning... plus an antidote and an elixir. It was a pretty good array of items, enough to cover the team's bases if they needed it in a fight. Once satisfied with the interior of his bag, the Cadet motioned to Sakura that she could set BB down if she wanted.

"When that girl, Shropshire? When she said this market had everything she wasn't kidding, huh?" Because really, it had pretty much everything. The Cadet blinked at Sakura, looking for... something. "Did you get anything?"

It didn't look like she had, even with everything available. Cadet couldn't relate, buying a ton of items, weapons, and armor was the reason he was pretty much always broke back home (though he could make his zenni back pretty easily when taking quests). On that train of thought... Oh, wait, maybe...?

"Are you broke?" the hunter blurted out unceremoniously. After a beat he realized how straight up rude that sounded, and he pinched the bridge of his nose while laughing the situation off. "Uh, sorry, that was not Ya-cool of me. What I meant is, you probably didn't have any money on you when you woke up in this world, right...? I didn't either."

The Cadet reached into his pack and produced the rest of his gil - the native currency of Limsa. The small pile of gold coins totaled a meager 92 gil, but it was better than nothing, right? He held the money out to Sakura. "I already did my shopping, so here! It giggisux big time to be in a big market like this without being able to get anything. Say it's like a welcome-to-the-team present!"

She'd probably have time to pick something up before the Princess got back, that or later on.

When Peach did return to relay what she'd learned to everyone, Cadet listened diligently. A fleet of ghost ships, huh?

"Won't we need a boat for this? But there aren't any. You think they'd let us borrow that big ship, or should we go find Captain Brineybeard again?" Cadet questioned, wondering how they were supposed to go find a sailing fleet without a ship of their own.

^{@Zoey Boey}

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Word Count: 531 (+1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 3/20
Location: Sandswept Sky

As Primrose flowed out of the final steps of her dance, she was quite pleased to see that her performance had the intended effect on the queen bee. "Still got it," she murmured to herself, the shadow of a smirk on her face. It had been too long since she last danced, and like her magic she'd been worried that the ability was lost - so it was a relief to see that wasn't the case. As for the enemy in front of her, it certainly looked like it was taking a beating from Sectonia, but it was hard to tell how injured it was. It's form was twisted and grotesque, the usual signs of injury would look perfectly normal on it's body. Sectonia backed off after dealing a presumably harsh blow, but Primrose hesitated to move on. She'd only just arrived at the battle, seeing the creature for the first time she was wary and wanted to make sure it was down.

It turned out that the Thunderblight was not, in fact, down. It blinked across the back of the camel, it's blade lashing out at every person it appeared beside. When it flashed in front of Primrose, the dancer barely had time to think before the monster made it's attack. She raised her arms in feeble defense and the creature's blade bit into her skin, sending the spell she'd been preparing harmlessly up into the air. As the sword pressed towards her, Primrose let herself fall backward to save herself more pain. As she expected, even though Primrose was sat defenseless on the ground, rather than finish her off the blight flew away to harass someone else. It was running around mindlessly, which made it easy to pen in once the others finished off the warrior woman.

With the battle over, Primrose sighed and rubbed at the cuts on her arms, her hands coming away with blood. Her injuries weren't grievous or life threatening, but... well, is possible she'd like to avoid any scarring. She herself only had the most basic medical knowledge, and the rest of the group didn't quite look like healers, but Primrose wasn't on to judge a book by it's cover.

"I don't suppose any of you are versed in healing?" she asked of them. "If not, we may want to try and find some medical supplies... especially if we're going to be taking on more enemies once we get to the mountain."

Speaking of the mountain, taking this contraption there was a pretty interesting idea. It would probably be a lot safer too, in addition to being faster. Primrose looked over at the floating spirits, recalling what the Master of Masters taught.

"That shouldn't be a problem, Mona," the dancer said. Curiously she walked over to the two spirits and picked them up, one in each hand, and held them out to the group for anyone to claim. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but if one of these people knew how to run this machine, we can still learn from them."

Well, maybe not this one... she thought, eyeing the Thunderblight spirit warily. That one would probably do more harm than good to learn from.

What Are You Listening To?

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

"No one can stop me nyaow!"

_{Click for art source}

Name: Nyatalie

Age: Adolescent

Gender: Female

Species: (Galarian) Meowth✨

Ability: Pickup (or Tough Claws if Pickup is too tricky)

Appearance: Nyatalie is a totally normal Meowth! Sure, her brown spots might be really dark, her fur might grow in really fast and stays shaggy no matter how much she grooms it, and her coin might be the dullest you've ever seen... but otherwise, she's exactly the same as the rest of her sisters! Nyatalie does her very best to appear clean and presentable, especially in public. She has a bushy, cream colored coat that she keeps in check with various ribbons and ties. Her teeth and claws are really sharp, and the dark parts of her fur are black as ink. Don't point out that the coin on her head is dark, she's sensitive about it.

Personality: Rambunctious and energetic. Once Nyatalie gets some momentum it's hard to stop her. However, she herself tries to rein in her energy. She tries to stick as close to the traditional depiction of Meowth as possible. Prim, proper, cute, polite. She finds it extremely hard to do so. A lot of the time she'll second guess herself, take something back, or restart something to do it "the right way." She is clumsy but always takes responsibility if something happens. Although her confidence level isn't the highest, she is a firm believer in "fake it 'til you make it."

Short Biography: During the confusion of the mass refugee migration heading North to Cloudgate, a certain Persian found that once she and her family were safe inside the city, suddenly her four daughters had become five. At some point while the family was fleeing the Shade, they'd picked up another child. The mysterious kid was all covered in dirt and grime, but she looked and sounded just like a Meowth. When the Persian cleaned the kitten up, she found it looked like a Meowth too. While the Persian spent some time looking for the child's real family, they never turned up, and so the Persian adopted the Meowth and raised it as her own. Of course, this mysterious Meowth was Nyatalie.

Growing up in Cloudgate was pretty fun, when you're part of a family of five rambunctious sister-cats on the prowl. The Meowth sisters went everywhere together, and they liked to think they owned their little neighborhood. Their mother found steady work as a groomer and masseuse, calming the stressed out citizens and refugees of the town, so their family never had to worry about going hungry or keeping a roof over their head. Mom often said that Nyatalie was their good luck charm, because after losing their previous home they'd found a new one and a new family member.

Now as much as she didn't want to admit it, deep down Nyatalie knew that she wasn't exactly a normal Meowth. She did look a bit different from her sisters. During the odd times when the siblings would fight, sometimes they would make low blows and point out these differences in detail. After all, their mother and the other four sisters all had sleek and shiny fur. Nyatalie's fur was coarse and grew too fast to easily tame. While they found it easy to appear graceful, elegant and aloof, Nyatalie always had an abundance of energy that made it hard to even sit still. Plus the coin on her head, the pride and joy of all Meowth, was completely lackluster. Those fights hurt the most. Once hitting her "teenage" years, Nyatalie began to feel more and more like she didn't belong, despite her mother's words promising otherwise.

When Nyatalie read the posting for a new adventurer's guild, she snatched the paper up and brought it home. Maybe her "unique strengths," as her family put it, could be best utilized as part of a rescue team? Her mother and sisters unanimously supported this plan, figuring that Nyatalie could not only put her energy to good use, but also gain some inner confidence she sorely needed. With their blessings, she made her way to Sunlurch Square the next morning.

Move Set: Growl, Fake Out, Hone Claws, Metal Claw

Equipment: Absolutely nothing! (At the moment)

Other: She doesn't know she is a "Galarian" Meowth, so she 100% believes she will someday evolve into a Persian when she's ready.

Cacophony Concord

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_{HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450}
^{_________________} _{with @OwO}

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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (510)
MP – 50 (500)
SP – 42 (450)
STR – 42 (61)
AGI – 40 (50)
END – 35 (39)
DEX – 42 (52)
LUC – 43 (51)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 3883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Wargtooth Halberd
• Ankle Bells
• Common Health Potion x4

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms:
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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What was "the four of us" quickly became just two - Ames and Magpie. Two DPS. At least Ames had a few potions, and Mags had Lew's talisman. If this is gonna keep happening I really need to change up my class, Ames thought, hand touched to her chin as she and Mags made their way deeper into the fog. That wasn't to say that Ames disliked being a front line fighter - she liked it very much in fact, at least so far. Was she going to stay a warrior forever? Hell no, there were so many classes, niches, and roles to try out. If anything, the groups repeated splits just made it easier for Ames to choose which classes to try out next.

A scream that sounded suspiciously like the missing Klein cut through the air. Ames startled, half tripping over herself. "Jesus, it's like a haunted house in here."

The two teammates continued on. It was hard to see anything in detail through the mist, but sounds seemed to carry well. Eventually the duo followed their ears to the site of a monsters' feast. Three huge, colorful skinned creatures sat on the ground eating and laughing together. They were ugly. And a little intimidating. Ames whispered at Mags from behind a tree's trunk.

"Oh I think I actually know this one. They're like, uh, onis? Right?" She squinted at the trio of monsters, studying their bodies, weapons, and dinner. "Aw, I think some other player had one of those bears as a pet. Poor thing."

It also registered in the warrior's brain that there must be electric bears around here. Tamable electric bears. Maybe she could get a cool bear too. Mental note: find bear.

"Wanna find out if they're friendly?" Despite the question, Ames' hand drifted down the hilt of her sword.

Fate/Iliou Persis

_{West Çanakkale, Mansion's Courtyard
Collab with @Enkryption}

It was a pleasant surprise when Hektor Bahadir turned out to be a most gracious host. The trip to Turkey would have been well worth it just to speak to the man alone, to learn whatever the man would teach, and yet he'd offered his home to Farren. Further, he'd given Farren a very unique opportunity.

I'm getting quite the chill of anticipation, the Irishman thought to himself as he watched the others in his "team" go about summoning the thralls they would command to battle. Teams and servants... war and wishes... that little competition to seize a grail, inflated to twice it's size. It was dramatic; maybe even a little romantic. When Farren first caught wind of the Bahadir's plans, he thought it would not only be interesting, but invaluable to get up close and study the phenomenon. Taking part in it himself though, well...

First hand accounts make excellent resources. That being said, Farren had never been part of any true battle, large or small. Hell, he'd never even bothered with familiars beyond the spiders he personally cultivated. He'd studied up on mundane wars, their flimsy reasoning and results. He'd visited the sites of battles between magi, brief and bloody. He knew the process of summoning a heroic spirit, or the servant that passed as one at least, and even if he was a complete stranger to it, there were perfectly good examples right in front of him. Some of their team, dubbed "blue," had summoned early. Others like himself were collected there in the courtyard, summoning the last of their classes.

Farren blinked down at his circle. It was perfect. Textbook. He'd drawn it slowly and leisurely, not in any rush despite being one of the last of their team to perform the ritual. He'd taken a lap around the manor, checking up on his precious arachnids and the webs they'd woven around the base. While technically he had no need to physically visit the nests, it was nice to do so every now and then. Of course, his familiars were spread in the courtyard as well, sitting comfortable in the dark corners where grass met stone. It would have been cute if the spiders were curious or eager to meet their future companion, a familiar on a different scale from them yet contracted to Farren all the same, but alas. They were perfectly bred to weave, scribe, and breed. Beyond their master's instruction, they were little more than animals.

"Well, I ought not stall anymore," Farren chuckled to the courtyard group at large. "It's been enlightening to see the ritual. Now to try it for myself. Sláinte."

Farren raised a few fingers to his forehead, a dismissive salute to the blue team before he closed his eyes and inhaled. He channeled mana through the circle before him, recited the spell, and in the back of his mind he idly wondered what kind of servant would answer his summons.

"Come forth."

There was a skittering that crawled through Farren’s mind, like an army -- no, a sea -- of spiders. From his control, the spiders that were task to serve him were ripped away, and they drew to the circle, as they crept into the circle, and, en masse, weaved from the floor to the ceiling to cocoon the entirety of the circle, and fell to the floor in a strange pose that bespoke a sort of... reverence?

Before Farren could truly question anything, there was a glint of silver, as a blade punched through the cocoon. Had he mistakenly summoned a second Sabre, or a Rider, or even a sword-wielding Archer, because Archer Class was full of Archers. In spite of the sword, something told him there was magic beyond his own at play, as the cocoon split open, and splayed out -- in something of nightmare.

Gishiki Shoukan!

Hundreds of thousands of eyes, crimson and beady, stared back at him, before eight opened; uniformly split, two across and four down, in a gentle V, before they closed, two at a time, until only the largest, topmost pair were open. From a dimension beyond him, both them all, the approached with a slow, firmness; the sword drawing ever-closer, until Farren could see the crossguard, and the hilt of the weapon, held firm in an undeniably female hand.

“So, you are the one to summon the Careless Broodmother, the First Spider, she that bested Athena in the art of weaving,” asks a somberly expressions woman with strangely European attire for the credentials she listed, as she lifted her sword high. For a long moment, the air was tense and heavy with the power of persona on display -- before that shattered, as she surged forward, and glomped the Irishman. “Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m human again! Centuries of being a spider, and I get to be human again!” she, seemingly, could not have been happier.

Although, she was hugging him with a sword pressed “Danger, Will Robinson!” close to his neck.

"Ah... Your blade..." Sorting his thoughts about the summoning was enough of an ordeal without the looming threat of death at his throat, accidental or not. The powerful shift in his familiars' behavior nearly sent him reeling, even the spiderlings literally in his head were affected. Once he'd calmed them down he was left with his apparently very friendly servant.

“Blade? My blade? Oh, this!?” the woman retreated but one step, and hefted the blade. “It doesn’t cut. No edge,” she confesses, as she held it to his sight. “It’s a tooth -- well, a fang.” Elaborating, she hooked the right side of her mouth, and drew her lips to the side; true to her word, her right upper canine was gone -- evidently, fashioned into the edgeless sword she held. “Shee?” she asks, lips still drawn. “Ah kan eet mah whebs li’k dis.”

The woman before him... she was silly. Even so, she was enchanting. She commanded his attention with just her aura. Despite her antics, she was also darkly beautiful. Was this the power of summoning a servant with no catalyst, one that instead resonated with him?

Farren's eyes moved from her body to the fang to her face. Her goofy face, with a finger hooked into her mouth and saliva threatening to spill out of it.

He snorted, then chuckled into his hand.

Her identity was clear. Even without her little speech upon first exiting out of the cocoon, Farren thought he'd be able to tell. He didn't expect her to be so cute though.

"Say that last part again?" he laughed.

“My webs, I can eat them with this,” says the woman, before turning on her heel, and slicing through the cocoon that she was summoned through. No trace of web remained as she settled at the end of her graceful flurry. “URP!~” she belched, before whirling around on Farren with her cheeks ruddy-red, “Did you hear that?”

There were two answers, and one was CLEARLY the right one...

"Who, me? Of course not." Really, the difference between the woman's appearance and her actions were interesting. Perhaps some men or magi would find them unappealing, but it just made Farren curious. When she'd hugged him she mentioned being human again. He wanted to ask about that, but before that question...

Farren placed a hand over his chest and smiled at his servant. "My name is Farren Mac Rohard. It's my pleasure to make your acquaintance. So, miss First Spider," Farren's single visible eye sparkled as he spoke the title, "You... are Caster, aren't you? I've been told it's safer to call you by your class, but if you have another name in mind I am all ears."

“Miss First Spider... oh, I like that... Miss Spider is much nicer than Caster. Who would wanna be called “Caster” anyways? So bland,” she says. “Farren...” Suspiciously, the woman leaned forward, and her hair cast around her face; darkening it in shadow, and she opened all her eyes in that darkness. “Are you betrothed?”

"Ah... what? Betrothed?" Farren stared at her. His brows furrowed and he searched all the scarlet lights of her many eyes. "Can't say I've ever been asked that. I'm not."

“Good,” Farren would find nothing within, beyond years, all but infinite, of magic and a deep-seated power, before she drew back; shadows gone, and eyes normal. Bashfully, she rubbed her left forearm, as she murmured, “I don't want to share my human, is all.”

'My human', hm? Farren tilted his head curiously. How intriguing it was, the way his servant's mind must work. Both human and animal.

"Of course." As Caster - Arachne - moved away, Farren spread his arms out to finish up his welcome. "I am your master I suppose, and I am also your human." The man turned the back of his hand outward, showing off the crimson symbols emblazoned there. "Proof of the threads that weave us together."

The symbols of authority

There was a hint of warm humor in his voice when he next spoke. "Honestly Miss Spider, I don't mind if you continue to call me Farren. That whole master-servant relationship is a bit stuffy for me. I'd prefer to get to know you a little more personally. We'll be as partners here on the ah... I believe we've been designated the 'blue team.' "

“Very well, Master Farren,” Miss Spider says, keeping her True Name to herself. Even if Farren could suss it out, as long as it wasn’t asked for, she would keep to her new moniker. “Pray tell, what do you need to know about me for this... blue team...?”

"Oh there's a lot I'd love to know about you," Farren replied suavely. "And I hope you'll share with me soon. For the team however, I suppose it would be strengths, weakness, that sort of thing."

He glanced over at the few others gathered in the courtyard, the first time he'd looked away from Caster since she'd manifested. "It will help to get to know everyone, but we can discuss it privately if you like."

“If you feel that is necessary, Master Farren,” Miss Spider says, her expression returning to that somber beauty, as if something unknown was bothering her immensely, but she was too shy to speak of it. “We may do so immediately, if preferred.”

The area around Farren's eyes crinkled as Caster's face transformed. Ah, the wistful look of a maiden now.

"I'm in no rush," he told her. "You mentioned something about being human again. Why don't you take some time to get used to it again first. I can show you around, introduce you too."

“Oh? I would appreciate that,” Miss Spider says, “That sounds much more enjoyable than not.”

[Cancelled] Children of the Apocalypse

So I've been reading and rereading the handbook, but honestly I don't think I have the mental fortitude to handle another game that uses stats at the moment, especially on top of learning everything I need to with a new job. Sorry to come in just to bow out... still, I'll be popping in now and then 'cause I do think the premise and way it works is pretty cool.

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_{HP: 510/510 - MP: 500/500 - SP: 450/450}
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CHARACTER

Avatar Appearance
Username: Ames
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 176cm | Weight: 69kg

Classes: Warrior lvl 33 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 1}

Attributes:
HP – 42 (510)
MP – 50 (500)
SP – 42 (450)
STR – 42 (61)
AGI – 40 (50)
END – 35 (39)
DEX – 42 (52)
LUC – 43 (51)

Abilities:
Power Attack _{Actively consume SP while preparing for an attack; unleash for increased damage on attack.}
Combat Stance _{Passive. Increase STR, END, or DEX by 10% at will. Five second cooldown.}
Double Strike _{Active. 25% SP cost. Attack twice with your weapon, dealing incremental bonus damage based off SP consumed. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}
Sundering Blow _{Active. 40% SP cost. Strike downwards, causing a burst of energy around you and dealing damage to all enemies. May inflict Stun. Range increases by 5 meters for every 100 SP consumed, starting from a radius of 10 meters. Can be combo'd into from Power Attack.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 3883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Wargtooth Halberd
• Ankle Bells
• Common Health Potion x4

Equipment

• Main Hand: Adventurer's Sword C
  • No extra effect.
• Off Hand: Adventurer's Buckler C
  • No extra effect.
• Head: Battlerider's Cowl R +50 HP +10 AGI
  • Increase [Charge] attack damage by 20%. Increase [Riding] proficiency by 10%.
• Armor:
• Arms:
• Legs:
• Shoes:
• Accessory: Divining Rattlebones C +8 LCK
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory: Banner of the Raid Chief R +30 SP +15 STR +10 DEX
  • x% chance of increasing ally’s damage by 10% when they attack. X equals 5 x the amount of party members. This effect does not stack.
• Accessory: Deep Red Cloak C
  • No extra effect.
• Accessory:

Current User Experience

Perception: Fantastic
Gore: Pixelated
Pain Setting: 40%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Personal
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Stylish
Spell Incantations: Stylish

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Ames continued chatting her party's ears off as they walked toward the Grove. All of the other players they passed caught her attention, and she'd pause her speech to turn her head and watch them come and go before carrying right back on where she left off. Now that she'd sort of gotten the hang of battle from last night's grinding, the game's potential was that much more exciting for her.

When they'd made it to their destination, Ames squinted her eyes at the murky expanse. "Kinda spooky, huh?"

Now, what should they do first? Explore? Search for some bounties? Go after Ari and Lugh? ...wait.

"Wow. Again? Deja vu much." Ames sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. She glanced at the rest of the party as they deliberated about whether to chase after them or not, when a certain mountain man sized absence registered in her brain. "What the hell, Klein is gone too!"

The warrior's tone took on an annoyed edge and she frowned. "I'm with Mags. They know how to find us... or they could just send a message when they're ready to meet up again. Everything's more fun in a group but if they're gonna keep ditching us, we might as well just wait until they're done doing whatever and are ready to actually stick around."

She looked out across the Grove again. "There's still the four of us, if we take it slow we should be good, I think." Actually, weren't the four of them actually pretty balanced? They had a mage, a ranger, a swordsman and a bulky brawler. With some healing potions in place of an actual healer, maybe they had a chance.