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Cacophony Concord

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Inspect User

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CHARACTER (OUTDATED)

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

Classes:
Warrior lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% STR | +10% END)
Animist lvl 50 (+10% HP | +10% MP | +10% SP)
Ascetic lvl 28 (10% MP | 10% DEX)
_{Weapon Proficiency: LVL 4}

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INVENTORY (OUTDATED)

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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Chilling with the crew in the Sweet Maid felt pretty damn good. Ames wondered if she could convince Raime to work there too, or if it was too close to his real life responsibilities to consider. Still, the food was great and the company was... well it was the same old party, Ames thought, and left it at that. They talked shop and traded crass jokes. Britomart cleaned up the kitchen in the mean time, and when she was finished she stood nearby with her lips pursed in concentration, listening the group's discussion about strategies. As per usual with them their plans ranged from reasonable to completely stupid. But they had more experience than the squire, and so she just absorbed the information.

And then, the sound of people coming in.

Ames blinked, momentarily forgetting that her Nuclei was technically a place of business. After all, she hadn't had any customers yet, and mostly just concerned herself with decorating and not advertising. Once the scene sunk in and she registered there was a group looking to make use of the inn, she gaped like a fish and looked back and forth between her friends. These were the Sweet Maid's first real guests! It was happening! She was only knocked out of her stupor when Raime's message appeared, and her expression when from flabbergasted to straight up affronted. While she quickly replied to the message, the young squire stepped towards the group and offered them a shallow bow.

"Greetings," she said, "We would be happy to host you. The price of a room is..."

At that moment Britomart was bombarded with the telepathic messages of her lord.

Bri! It's happening! Okay, we researched this! And - and we're going with Prime Rate plus one! No! Wait that's for loans! Oh man, what was the price of that one place in Nyu-Taro on the street with the flower shop? Should we price higher or lower than that?!

Sir... I believe you mentioned wanting to start with a lower price until the Sweet Maid was well established...?

Oh, oh yeah. Okay, tell them it's...

...it's...?

Aaah, hold on I'm just thinking it over again.

Sir Ames... Was that a touch of pity that Ames thought she heard in Britomart's mind-voice? The inn's master took in a breath through her nose to recenter herself.

Okay. Okay, tell them it's...

The brief conversation took place over the span of just a second or two. Britomart's eye twitched, but then she carried on speaking aloud. "...600 Rishi."

And now the duo would either prepare for guests, or prepare to console a disappointed Ames. The red head in question sunk lower into her seat for a couple seconds before suddenly leaning forward toward the group.

"If you guys wanna head back out into the field I'll catch up," Ames whispered. Though she wouldn't mind if they stuck around a little longer either, as long as they didn't do anything to mess up the burgeoning business opportunity.

hello there...

Welcome! I know the Nation RP section has a small but dedicated playerbase, otherwise some of the other things you mentioned I see around here from time to time. Either way, hope you enjoy!

World of Light

@Nightwolf Hey friend, just pinging you over here in the OOC tab. Character tab is for accepted characters, this one is for questions and such! Welcome to the site by the way!

Hey Everybody!

I hope you were planning to show us that tabby! Anyway, welcome to the site!

I've discovered Deadlands

I've heard of them, but I've never actually played the system before. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually run a campaign of it on this site or anywhere else.

@Kuro

I have! Sorta. Here! I think I saw another more recent one in Advanced but I'm not 100%, could be mixing it up with another more general "Weird West" setting.

Hello

Welcome to the site! Make yourself at home

New here

Welcome to the RPGuild! The fandoms you mentioned are some of the more popular here, so you're probably in good company. Enjoy your stay!

Hi, I'm suspicious.

Welcome~!

World of Light

Word Count: 503 (1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 26/20
Location: Sandswept Sky - Split Mountain
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Therion was confused, but confusion was not what showed on his face. Instead there was exasperation that threatened to grow into a quiet anger. He did not like being confused or made a fool of, and right now it felt like he was both. He had come all this way up a deadly mountain for his friend, because she'd asked him too and he had unknowingly ached for the companionship he'd come to know. But the group she traveled with was prone to spouting nonsense - nonsense that told Therion he was out of some loop. Normally he would fill in the gaps in knowledge himself with some eavesdropping, but right now they were thousands of feet in the air with a giant snake thing trying to kill them, and they were going on about setting it free or something! It irritated him, and something deep inside the thief urged him to go against his cautious nature and take this beast out whether the group at large wanted to or not. Attack first, ask questions later.

He struggled in Raz's psychic grasp until he broke free, whipping around to face the boy. Unbeknownst to Therion, Raz was one wrong move from ending up in a forced brawl with the white haired man, but as it was the psychonaut was faced with Therion's words and not his daggers.

"I don't know what your little secret club is going on about, but that thing was more than willing to try crush us just two seconds ago!" he said, gesturing aggressively to Phalanx. "And frankly, I'm not going to wait around for it's second pass."

"Therion," Primrose warned, her gaze shifting between the thief, Raz, the rest of the Seekers and up to sky where Midna and Sectonia had already flown off. Her dance had been completed, but she took no further action after Midna and Raz's words. She couldn't exactly disagree with what Raz said, and when put that way she even felt bad for the once-docile monster. But she recognized too late that her friend was still under the same curse that Phalanx was. Therion, the colors of his skin and clothes dulled and red light shining in his eye, shook his head.

"You guys really needed all the help you could get," he scoffed. Wanton violence was not something Therion partook in, and neither was petty revenge one something that was really just an animal, but under Galeem's influence he was provoked and compelled into seeing any fight through to the end, including with a giant flying snake. Especially if the Seekers were split over how to handle. With the glider prepped he would jump and let the wind take him into the sky, if no one stopped him before that. With Sectonia's slowing spell it would give him enough time to reach the monster, and with it's attention elsewhere he could suss out it's weak points to take it down. His sword was still in hand, ready to strike so long as he made it up there with no interruptions.

World of Light

Word Count: 1028 (+2 exp)(+30 mission reward)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 72/90
Location: Edge of the Blue - Kanzuki Estate

For many hours the Ace Cadet was practically dead to the world. As soon as he had confirmed that the Felynes' charges and Shippy had made it back to Limsa safely his feet carried him up to the tavern room he'd stayed in last night. Exhaustion hit him so hard once he'd closed the door behind him that he could have fallen asleep in his armor right then. He barely shed the metal rigging and scale mail before throwing himself into the pillows face first. The bed creaked under his weight but held together. The Cadet hardly cared that the sea salt and residue still clung to him - most of it was on his armor anyway, and tonight so long as the bed would hold him without complaint then he would deal with it in the morning. His last conscious thoughts were of the part of their team that stayed behind, wondering if their search was fruitful and if they'd already returned. That, and of how much food he was going to treat himself to in the morning.

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The sun had long since risen when the Cadet rolled out of bed. Literally, as when he shifted in sleep and the sunlight filtering in through the window shined on his face, the hunter turned his body until he'd flipped himself right off the mattress and onto the floor. It was another couple of seconds until he actually opened his eyes and sat up with a yawn. He pushed himself to his feet and threw open the window to find the city wide awake and bustling.

"How long was I asleep for?" he wondered aloud, poking his head out of the window and squinting up at the sky to judge the time. It looked late into the morning at least. Perfect time for brunch! He did some light stretching to get all the stiffness out of his muscles, but one thing stopped him from heading right out to get something to eat.

Oh my Wrog, I smell like a Congalala. Alright, first thing's first: get cleaned up. The room's shower and tub combo wasn't complicated, and he lugged his equipment under the spray of water before getting in it himself. Some serious scrubbing later and they were as good as new... sort of. There were scrapes and dents he'd yet to buff out, but at least neither he nor his armor smelled like death anymore. Washed and dried, the Cadet donned his usual ensemble of full Rathian minus the helm.

Just then there came a knock at the door. He opened it to find a maid on the other side, with a tray of breads, cheeses, fruits and various pastries. The Cadet's eyes were wide and his stomach growled something obscene. His gaze moved to the woman's amused face, his unspoken question easy to see.

"Complimentary room service," she said. Before she had the chance to say anything else the monster hunter lifted the tray from her hand, set it on a table, and happily dug into it. The spread was nice - not nearly enough to sate his appetite, but nice. The maid hadn't left yet, in fact she'd fished something from her apron pocket and patiently waited the minute it took for the Ace Cadet to consume everything on the platter. When he was finished he blinked at her curiously, and she handed him the item. It was a letter.

"Someone came by with instructions to give these to 'the Seekers of Light' that returned from the sea last night," she explained.

"Oh, thanks!" The Cadet opened the envelope and read the contents inside. Show of appreciation... invitation... sea-side estate... party... catering, lunch, bar, dinner?! Well with an offer like that, how could he refuse? If everyone else had gotten these letter too, some were probably already there! A grin found it's way onto his face and he looked up at the maid. "Would you happen to know the way to southern shoreline district?"

She gave him a thorough rundown of the path leading out of Limsa and to the resort areas, where further he might find the illustrious street fighter's abode. With that information in mind the Cadet was geared up and ready to go.

"Thanks again, miss. Guess I'll be heading out now. Might want to burn those sheets," he told the lady, who responded with a look of surprise and revulsion. "Not because of - no, see, I was kind of all covered in sand and blood and stuff when I went to bed - h-hey don't look at me like that! It's - ah never mind I'll just, I'll take care of it for you!" Eager to get out of the small hole he'd dug with his words the Cadet whisked the sheets off of the bed and crumpled them into a ball under his arm. He dashed out of the door the an apologetic smile aimed at the maid and made his way out of the Drowning Wench and into the city proper.

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The Ace Cadet found his way to the beach, having disposed of the bed sheets somewhere along the way. As he expected there were already some of his friends enjoying the beach or in line for food. He did not hesitate to join them with plate in hand.

"Hey, good to sea you guys this morning - or uh, afternoon,", he greeted them all, aiming a wink at Ms. Fortune. It was then he noted her new look, as well as the other new looks among the Seekers. Some spirit fusions, and some wardrobe changes. He glanced down at himself. "Guess I'm overdressed for the beach, huh?" Yeah he probably should have made a stop somewhere first, but it wasn't like the city was that far away. Seeing everyone here now made yesterday seem like some awful nightmare, which was all the more reason to enjoy this respite. Courtesy of their host, who the Cadet turned his smile toward.

"What he said," the Cadet commented after Link's introduction. "Nice to meet you!" This lady looked the picture of wealth, even with her toned body. Between Karin and Peach, it was pretty great that they kept making friends with nice rich people.