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World of Light

Word Count: 730 (+1 exp)
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 16/50
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon
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LEVELED UP!

New power: Expanded Pyromancy. Primrose's understanding of the absorbed spirit's power has deepened. By relating it back to her own innate abilities, she has learned the following pyromancies: Black Serpent, Warmth, and Profuse Sweat.
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From what little Tora, Midna, and Kan-Ra had said, it seemed like the Yellow Team had survived an ambush. In that case it was good fortune that no one was killed. While the clerics got to work, Primrose thought about Kan-Ra's suggestion. Splitting up again to join with two raiding parties that were already en route. It made sense, but with their power split what would happen if after the battle, the Grimleal turned on them...? The Seekers were strong, but they would likely be outnumbered. Or was that just paranoia rearing it's head...?

Primrose sighed. This was probably the fastest way to deal with the whole civil war situation, and then they could move on. Take that train and get to Galeem's guardian, defeat it and then return to Al Mamoon to finish up any diplomatic loose ends. Her eyes flickered over to Mao as he introduced himself and begrudgingly accepted to join their group. Somehow, he reminded her of someone else that she couldn't quite place. When he mentioned 'revenge' Primrose suppressed a smirk, but besides that he seemed competent enough. Midna was good at explaining everything about the messed up patchwork world they were in, so she left the princess to it.

As far as preparations went, her own health and magic were restored. The dancer turned her palm up and summoned a small flame in her hand, holding it gently as she studied it. She had complete control with her own spells, and gradually she was getting more comfortable with the pyromancy. She let the fire roll between her fingers for a few moments before snuffing it. Yes, she could definitely feel herself growing familiar with it.

There were also the spirits to consider. Primrose was still apprehensive about fusing with any of them, and being bogged down with a bunch of combat items wasn't her style. The others might have more use for them. She didn't immediately move to take the spirits out of her bag, instead she was distracted by a quarrel not too far off. As soon as Mao had set off, their very own Laharl had showed up. What was with that attitude though? Had he become even more aggressive since entering the city, or was he getting more comfortable and this was closer to his actual personality? Since Primrose still viewed Laharl as a child, she didn't take the insult thrown the team's way seriously at all.

"Laharl, I'm hurt," she teased, bringing her hand up and placing it dramatically over her heart. "Were you not going to get stronger with us?" Despite his rudeness, Primrose was glad Laharl was still in one piece. While Midna put the two Overlords in their place, Primrose went into her bag once more. With another battle coming up quickly she re-donned the royal pocketwatch and made sure it's matching piece was within easy reach. Before presenting the spirits from the museum to the reunited Yellow Team, she hesitated for a moment to consider whether it would be wise to show the process in front of the Grimleal... but if they'd been executing people, surely they must already know about spirits, if not the different ways to utilize them.

"Here," she said, calling the others' attention to her as she showed the spirits they'd ended up with after the heist. She wasn't exactly clear how much their newest members knew already, so she clarified briefly. "You can use these for 'preparations' before we split up again. Items, abilities."

It wasn't even as much as the crash course she'd given Laharl in the sweet Parnasse, but time was of the essence. Once the preparations were over Primrose regarded the two who would lead the groups once more. Mao, the newly freed ex-Resistance member who apparently had an axe to grind and something to prove. Kan-Ra, the Grimleal captain who was for the most part a complete mystery. She thought the group going with Mao might be better off in the sparing and recruiting, because if Kan-Ra stayed to fight with the other captain and decided he'd rather not take the chance then whichever group went with him would have to contend with two captains. It was actually because of this thought process that Primrose was leaning towards going with Kan-Ra, to keep an eye on the rest of her team that went with him as well.

World of Light

Oh I am aware, haven't seen an opportunity yet. Frog had that mace from the lady that kidnapped Link.

@Dark Cloud

Considering the "turned into a child" situation going on in Blue it will probably be way harder for Frog at the moment, but for Laharl - check back in the "Museum of Vanity" collab Lu posted. I had Prim take collecting duty so she has some spirits on her to share, though Zoey would get first dibs if she wanted any for Jesse (and whatever the Phantom Thieves might want anyway). I also think there are a couple others with items/spirits they might not be using, just gotta ask and find out

World of Light

Word Count: 764 (+2 exp)
Level: 5 - Total EXP: 15/50
Location: Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon
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(Level up pending . . .)

Safely out of the museum, Primrose exited the car as soon as possible and breathed out a sigh of relief. She leaned herself against the wall of a nearby building, gently shaking her legs and hoping they stopped feeling like jelly soon. The artists she tucked into her bag she lifted out and placed on the ground, where they lined up to be returned to normal size.

The visit into the museum had turned into quite the adventure. Primrose removed the masque from her face, holding it in front of her to get a good look. She recalled that Panther said the blue and white accessory looked good on her, contrasting with the red and black she wore. The dancer was thinking more about how it felt than how it looked, though. Compared to her first escapade with the Thieves, even though this one was more of a close call towards the end they all felt more like a cohesive unit, even including Jesse and herself. It was nice.

She packed the masque and matching watch away into her bag and straightened up, smoothing her clothes and hair. A habit she wouldn't be breaking anytime soon, making sure her appearance was up to par even when they were just headed to the local hospital.

Once the artists were dropped off, Primrose waited with the others both to cool down and wait for the, hopefully, good news in regards to the weary artists. Rather than doze she busied herself organizing the things they'd ended up with after the museum heist. Besides the spirits, most of it was junk. The spirits themselves Primrose peered into. They were all monstrous, if not all in looks then definitely in personality. The thought of fusing with any of them made her wary, even Yuga despite how his magic power might increase her own. For now, all of the haul was tucked away ready and waiting for whomever wanted to claim it.

Eventually the good news did come. It might take a while, but the artists would recover. Primrose was glad they were able to rescue them all in the end. She glanced at 'Fox.' He seemed like a good kid, and the dancer was especially glad that he was reunited with his friends after seeing how happy the teens were to have found him again.

Outside in the sun again, Primrose was ready to find the other members of the Yellow Team again. Hopefully they'd found a lead of some sort, so they could deal with the mess of Al Mamoon's opposing forces and move on. Although from Necronomicon's report, it sounded like something may have found them instead.

"Can you contact Fox?" She asked, then paused. "The furry Fox. See if he knows what is going on."

She had no qualms about going to the disturbance either way. She had an inkling that the others would be involved one way or another. As they prepared to head out Primrose turned to Jesse. She looked the woman up and down much like she had the first time they met. After a moment she shrugged one shoulder and gave Jesse a small smile. From one battle to the next, what could you do? She also invited her to come along. "We will probably need all the help we can get," she said honestly, "come along with us."

If the director went with them they could all explain as much as possible on the way, if she didn't already know. Jesse mentioned she was some kind of authority figure, but whether she'd been in the city for a while already and was privy to it's going-ons Primrose didn't know.

By the time they made it to the battle it was already over. Strewn about in the parking lot and warehouse were faces both familiar and unfamiliar, clearing recovering from a fight. That Grimleal officer, Kan-Ra, was there as well. From his words, apparently the Grimleal operation was underway. That, and it appeared the Seekers had chosen a side.

"So you made contact," Primrose said, making the new arrivals' presence known. She didn't ask if they were alright, as she could see the state they were in already - and she'd heard Kan-Ra's offer for them to be healed. Instead she looked between Kan-Ra, the Seekers, and the people that must have been part of the Resistance. If the Grimleal were taking them, there was nothing more they could do without making an enemy of both sides. Except perhaps for Midna's suggestion, although Primrose wondered if the Grimleal wouldn't deliver capital punishment regardless.

World of Light

Word Count: 1136 (+2 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 69/70
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

One by one the Seekers made their way onto the hanging platforms until the Cadet was the only one left, besides those choosing to stay behind. Before making his way up himself the mini hunter went to fetch the other magnet half, where Link caught his attention.

"Yup." He looked at the kite curiously, wondering how exactly it would help. It definitely wouldn't aid in climbing. Behind him, some of the catwalks creaked and the chains holding them aloft broke, nearly dumping the children into the drink. Ah, okay I see how this kite could come in handy. With it, he could take a page out of Link's book and glide. Or so he hoped anyway, the Hylian was scrawnier than him both as a child and an adult.

The Cadet gladly took the item, though he offered one of his own in return. He presented the makeshift shield to Link, the dartboard with the handle he'd attached. The bullseye glared green, red, and black. "It's not the most sturdy, but if anything dangerous shows up maybe it will help."

With that he waved to those staying behind and started towards the catwalks. Passing BB on his way he ruffled the minion's tuft of hair and commanded it to stay put before he crawled up the darts and hopped onto the nearest platform. Each path he could see had gaps, holes, or dangerously rusted looking sections. Ace Cadet sucked in a breath, gripped the kite securely, and ran. His strategy was: don't think too hard about it. He didn't want to get stuck in his thoughts again, end up hesitating and then falling. This time he was last out of the gate intentionally after all. He hopped, sidled, and kite-glided his way over the precarious platforms, and when he got to the end in one piece he jumped rather than take the ladder. Once safely on the other side he glanced back at the Kamek, Frog, and Link, flashing them a thumbs up before he disappeared into the door behind those going on ahead.

A quick glance showed exactly where they should go, but the door to the command room was shut. Ace Cadet trotted over to it, and when it didn't immediately open he placed his hands on the metal. Pushing did nothing, trying to dig his fingers into the middle where the door parted did nothing, and knocking was just as useless as everything else he'd tried. Concluding that there was some kind of trick to opening it he turned back to the others and found them talking to a robot stuck to the ground. Or... not a robot? He listened to Carl talk, then Mirage and Sakura talk about him, but it wasn't really making sense to the red head. Basically, they just needed to help Carl, right? He stepped back to let Sakura offer her friend heart, and when Carl accepted it... nothing happened.

"Well he looks better," the Cadet said, cocking his head to the side in confusion. He considered Nadia's ghost comment. "If he was like a spirit stuck in the robot, maybe he went back to his real body...? He said he was a human, right?" They could speculate all they wanted, but more than likely none of them could actually know what happened. Cadet didn't think it could be that Blazermate was right and the friend heart had the opposite effect it usually did, since it worked on everything so far. Regardless, they had to move on.

"Connect cables? I can do that," he said, taking up the job while some of the others went to the maintenance room. Since this kind of tech was outside of his grasp, the Cadet figured he might as well make himself useful in other ways. Connecting cables was simple enough. I could use a crash course in the weird, advanced technology stuff though, he thought to himself as he worked, I bet it's easier than it looks! Maybe I'll see if anyone at the Alcamoth can teach me -

The door to maintenance slammed shut, drawing the Cadet's attention. He shared a look with Peach, considered trying to find a way in just in case the others were trapped, but soon enough the door opened again - along with the one at the opposite end of the hall to the command center. "Rado-cool, you guys did it!"

The command center's interior was dark, despite the lights overhead. It also smelled wet. The reason became apparent when they moved further in. The Cadet ran over to the fenced area and wrapped his fingers through around the links, peering into the water. It was as dark and still looking at it now as it was when they first entered this area. He turned his gaze to the submarine hanging above the water. That... was a submarine, right? It was spherical, rather than the tube-like shape of the Maw, the submarine Abyssals, or even the rudimentary submarines of his world. Besides the shape, there was also the fact that -

"It's small," the Cadet grumped. Some of them would have to stay behind, maybe even most of them. They'd be splitting the group up more, but at least they wouldn't be too far from each other. Behind the submarine, at the other end of the room, there was a soft light and static noise. It was hard to see through the fence, so he went around the center with the others, finding the strange looking man who babbled, complained, then choked and fell into the water. Again the Cadet peered into the depths, and again it was too difficult to see into the dark.

"You guys think that submarine has any weapons, or anything to defend itself? If that guy is really going to turn into a monster, what would stop him from just breaking the sub, or swallowing it whole? Maybe..." Maybe they'd have to find some way to deal with the guy before they even got the sub into the water, or get some kind of modification for the craft - which the Cadet would gladly leave to their mechanically minded party members. One of said members was already seated in what he'd called a "remote working station. Mirage's eagerness was followed up by Geralt's pessimism.

"It's not gonna kill him!" the Cadet exclaimed. It was just a chair, was it really so suspicious? He supposed it did look a little creepy, but whether it was the dull lightning, the shifting noises of the Maw as it traveled, or the fact things looked oversized due to them being kids, pretty much everything in this place looked creepy. The Cadet watched Mirage hook himself into the chair and added, "...but let us know if you get stuck or it hurts or something, we can pull you out."

Heiseina: Memories Long Forgotten (CLOSED)

tags: @JessieTargaryen

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"Oho? I got plenty of beauty sleep last night. Can you not tell?"

The white haired woman laughed, striking an exaggerated pose as best she could with the kimono in her arms. Otherwise she stayed quiet as she awaited Fumiko's opinion, anticipation clear on her face, if a little dramatic. Though neither choice could be wrong, Sumiko nodded along in agreement once the decision was made like she'd expected that outcome all along.

"Excellent choice as always, Fumi-chan," she said, sounding quite pleased. Sumiko gently replaced the green garment, then held the purple close to her and spun in place as though she were dancing with a partner. "Purple, mysterious, noble and spiritual. Specifically, this is hashita-iro. The color is made from murasaki plants, and the threads woven silk. Aah, I'd love to try my hand at weaving something myself some time!"

Sumiko slowed her turns, the motion transforming into a soft swaying. She smiled at her friend. "I was thinking the scale pattern might be a little direct, but it always goes over well with the crowd."

Without further ado she carefully laid the kimono on the table, and went to rummage for a suitable cover to carry it in. The hastily cleaned up room was gradually returning to a more familiar state as Sumiko opened a sliding closet and pulled things out. Boxes to sort through, hangers removed, examined, and lightly tossed to the side. Eventually one cover seemed to satisfy her, and she began wrapping the kimono in it. When Fumiko brought up asking for some extra help, all the white haired woman thought at first was, good idea! 'Many hands make light work,' or so the saying went didn't it? Before Sumiko could say as much, Fumiko went on. The more excuses she made, the faster Sumiko's expression morphed into a knowing grin. When she turned back to the young Takamori, the poor girl could see a hint of mischief in Sumiko's eyes.

"That's the only reason, I'm sure," she said, her voice light and teasing. Did their little Fumiko have a crush? She'd have a lot of competition, apparently a lot of the village girls had a thing for Tsubasa. Some of the village boys too. Sumiko let out a goodnatured laugh at her friend's flustered words, scooping one of the crates of supplies off of the ground and depositing it into Fumiko's hands. "It's not a bad idea though. Everything is ready to move, we just have to move it!"

Of course between bundles of cloth, parchments, paints, brushes, and everything else that Sumiko deemed necessary, it would be easier said than done. Sumiko herself stood with her hands on her hips in the midst of the middle of it all with a can-do grin. That smile had promised many things, and this morning it promised to get everything delivery on time.

"Well, almost everything. I need to gather up the matched hair pieces, but that won't take long."

Her smile was still in place when she turned away again, diving into the drawer of a little vanity. It was a dark wooden thing, not the typical make of Heiseina's craftsmen, and the little scratches here and there proved it was put to good use.

"You can go ahead if you want. I wouldn't want to get in the way of you and strong, handsome Tsubasa-san," she giggled over her shoulder. If the young man agreed to help out then they'd make short work of moving everything, but if not it was no big deal - there had been years when Sumiko carried everything to and fro by herself, so she was confident it would get done with time to spare. Although, she would be lying if she said she didn't appreciate the help.

Ah ha! she raised an arm in triumph, a shimmering hair piece held between her fingers. The rest of the accessories would follow soon enough.

"You know Fumi-chan, you should show off a little more," the younger Hayashi sister said suddenly. Her eyes were still focused on her search, though her grin had melted to something a little softer. "Perform in the festivals sometime. I'm sure you would do great."

Her gaze flickered over to Fumiko. "It would draw you some attention too. You know, catch the eye of a certain someone!"

Guess I'm back!

Welcome back!

World of Light

Mission EXP: +10
Word Count: 656 (+1 exp)
Level: 7 - Total EXP: 67/70
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

The whole escape from boat to couch to vent was a whirlwind. Almost literally, taking the boost via Nadia's fan into account. Once it was his turn to get out of the Belly, Ace Cadet pressed himself against one of the vent walls. Other children passed him by, and after they'd pulled Nadia up and she scurried off it was just he and Geralt left. Seems the two boys had the same idea. He returned the future Witcher's nod with a jittery smile attached.

It felt really satisfying, sinking his makeshift weapon into Bongo Bongo's squishy eye. As much as he may have wanted to, the Cadet wasn't planning to take his garden pole through the vent into the next area. It would have been a hassle to drag through the small space. His little dartboard was still gripped tightly in one hand, but the other let go of his pretend-lance when it ruptured the monster's weak spot alongside Geralt's scissors. He scampered off after the other boy, giddy at being able to something to their harasser. When he jumped down from the vent and landed in the next room, it was just in time to be caught in one of Sakura's hugs - which he returned just as tightly.

"That was Kut-kurazy," he said aloud once Sakura moved off to her next target. Everyone made it through in one piece though, so he counted that as a win.

He might have written any hunger off as just the usual. The Cadet had always had a big appetite, not that that was unusual in his world. He frowned as more of their group began bringing it up though. A curse of hunger was just awful. Add to that not being able to eat to even try to sate it - double awful. The Cadet let out a long suffering moan of discontent. "That lady said this was our best bet, I'm starting to wish we tried taking on that giant thing."

After the group pushed any obstacles out of the way and ventured through the door, the redhead was surprised to see that the next room was completely flooded. The water was deep, more than enough to sink a ship he thought. Was the Maw different because it was a submarine? Since it was already underwater, more water inside didn't really matter? He glanced over at Nadia. "If there's sea monsters at least we'll actually be able to see the monsters... eventually, when they come toward the surface."

The room seemed like a dead end, but Peach discovered that wasn't quite the case. The Cadet looked up at the catwalks overhead. If he'd heard her right they'd have to get into some room, then into a submarine within a submarine to lower the water level. If he'd heard Bella right then they'd be crossing the suspended walk ways as the first step in this plan.

Nimbleness wasn't exactly his thing. Not even as a kid really. He could duck, dive and dodge with the best of them, side step and roll, but he was no Kamura hunter. He happily let Mirage lead the way, followed soon by Sakura and anyone else that wanted to get a head start. The Cadet was fine giving the other kids a boost up to the first or second dart and bringing up the rear.

"If we were adults we wouldn't even need to go up there," Ace Cadet pointed out with a laugh. "We could skate or grapple or fly across. Maybe even swim too, we could probably take whatever it is that showed up."

Actually... one them could still fly, couldn't they? The Cadet turned to Blazermate, his eyes scanning her once-damaged head part that now looked nearly as good as new. "Do you think it's safe to fly across? You could help the others get back down when they cross over," he suggested. Or catch anyone that falls, he thought.

HI! nice to be here!

Hi, welcome!

You probably got a welcome message via PM when you made your account. That's a great place to start. Depending on your comfort level, I would take a look at the various threads in the "interest check" sections. You can also browse the actual roleplay sections, and if you see one you like with a green "apply" or "jump-in" tag near the title, you can post in the OOC tab or message the roleplay's GM about joining.

Enjoy your stay!

Call To Action: Marginalized Groups Must Be Recognized In The Rules

I'm just chiming in as a queer person. There are a couple specific examples provided in the Discord, though without naming names. If you haven't been following the Discord discussion, don't have a Discord or decided not to read the links Franken provided, you probably will miss them.

I'm not speaking on Franken's behalf, but as I understand it the problem with this current rule mentioned (that being the "Respect all members" rule) is that it focuses on targeted harassment of individuals, and does not explicitly cover attacks on a group or identity. The change Franken suggests would make it clear that bigotry in any form isn't allowed on the site. It may seem like common sense, but I think most of you might agree sometimes common sense is a lot to ask of a person.

In my personal experience, I have seen some jokes and comments in very poor taste on the Guild's status bar and in the Discord. Transphobic, homophobic, and misogynistic comments. To the community's credit they are few and far between. The forum itself is much better about it than the Discord in that regard as well. Anytime I have alerted a mod they have taken care of it. So you may think why change the rule if the mods handle it? It's because bigots don't see explicit condemnation of their bigotry and they think it's allowed... because the rule is about targeted harassment. And some people won't speak up or report it, because others will say that their bigotry is just their own opinion and they are entitled to it. That's why some of the people on the site belonging to marginalized groups don't feel safe or comfortable, because the Guild has such a strong stance on giving everyone a fair chance and not catering to one group or the other, that they see bigotry being hand waved.

I don't believe the mod team is intentionally enabling bigots. I want to point out that the relatively lax moderation style of the Guild is one of the reasons I really like it. I generally think the mods do a good job too, though I haven't been a member for nearly as long as some of you. However it doesn't change the fact that some members become extremely uncomfortable and disheartened when they see bigotry being posted and ignored. A rules change that specifically points out that things like that won't be tolerated might mitigate some of it, but the most important thing is that they will feel the mod team has their back. Even if they are busy, offline, or genuinely miss something, someone can report and know that it will be taken care of because the mod team doesn't support bigotry... as stated in the rules.

I'm lucky that I haven't encountered any nastiness in regards to my own identity here on RPG. When I see a questionable or outright hateful comment I get annoyed, ignore it and move on. I don't feel unsafe at all RPG, I like this forum. Am I still for a rule re-write to help others feel safer? Absolutely.

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I want a space here.

CHARACTER

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

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 0 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 3}

Attributes:
HP – 55 (810)
MP – 60 (660)
SP – 60 (690)
STR – 65 (98)
AGI – 52 (74)
END – 50 (65)
DEX – 65 (80)
LUC – 70 (78)

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.}
▶ Reinvigorate _{Active. 100 MP. Regain 100 SP. Can be used in tandem with Power Attack.}
▶ Fluid Power _{Passive. Power Attack can combo into any offensive skill.}
▶ Harmonic Cycles _{Passive. 5% of HP/SP/MP can be converted into HP/SP/MP. Can be used once per round.}
▶ Art of the Split Soul _{Active. 5% SP and 5% MP per round. Imbue a Weapon or Shield with a portion of your soul, enabling it to float within a 20m radius of you, attacking or defending at your command. This bypasses Equipment slot restrictions. Imbued Weapons or Shields do not grant stats or effects.}

INVENTORY

Funds: 15883 Rishi

Item Pouch (Common):

• Ankle Bells (dented)
• Common Health Potion x4
• Common Antidote x2

Equipment

• Main Hand: Water Tiger Hook Sword UC +7 STR +3 DEX
  • Weapon can be used to Grapple while attacking, at 80% efficacy.
• 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: Lacquered Woodplate UC +30 HP, +20 SP, +5 END
  • Reduce damage taken by wind and water attacks by 50. Increase damage taken by fire attacks by 15.
• Arms: Phantom Flame Bangles R +100 HP +3 AGI +5 END
  • Reduce fire damage by 35. Consume 100 HP to enhance your equipped weapons with magical flames.
• Legs: Barbarian Leg Paddings UC +20 HP, +4 STR, +4 AGI
  • 10% resistance to Restraint effects.
• Shoes: Sturdy Sandals UC +5 AGI, +2 DEX
  • 5% resistance to Knockback effects. Mitigates difficulties of movement on slippery terrain.
• 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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The thing was, Ames thought the guy was just another player. While she pretty much ignored the brute who'd just crashed next to her, Ames had heard what she said. From her own thoughts, Magpie's comment while flying in, and the man's own words - he really did seem like another Immortal. Even though it'd only been a couple of days of playing, they'd all already seen just how much could change about a person while playing. Ames still didn't understand why he'd be hanging around the dark, depressing caverns but if he was a player, or even just a Rien, maybe they could reason with him. Maybe even get some information from him!

Or maybe he was just a jerk.

She bristled when he mentioned making them into zombies. Like hell I'm letting anyone turn me into some gross walking corpse! Now that Mags was back the flaming shield return with her - at high speed, flying through the air on a much more controlled path toward the man's head. Maybe she'd be able to knock some sense into him. Although, it probably wouldn't matter if he was still under attack by their party.

"Cut it out!" she hissed, mostly at the stranger. Ames reasoned that even though Amulak attacked him first, the necromancer's spell hadn't even connected. Neither had Mags' kick. It was the muddy man that escalated, so it was him that Ames turned her glare on. "We're trying to find some missing people in here and I dunno if you've noticed, but you're extremely freaking suspicious!"