Zombehs

The Magical Boarding House

Now hearing the words being spoken, it recognized the speech as Common. The words were odd for it to hear, but at the same time they offered a modicum of relief. At the very least, it was far from its old world, where the language was dead, along with any races that might have spoke it. A small grin might have formed when it noticed the sole non-magical being address it, if only for the briefest of moments. Her choice of words was a bit odd since it didn’t really have a gender, none of its kind did. Then again, his form was distinctly one of the male variety amongst humanoids, so she wasn’t incorrect either. He didn’t respond with gestures, being unfamiliar with them, nor words, not seeing a point. Instead he turned his attention to the other denizens of this strange place.

Two left too quickly for him to get anything more than a cursory glance at either of them, the humanoid of the two scrambling away after some panicked words. The other two that remained didn’t look too different from the non-magica. Sure one of them held her head detached from the rest of her body, but he had seen far worse and stranger before. He was more curious as to their capabilities, what they could command magic to do for them. For now, curiosity could take a back seat to finding out more about exactly where he had found himself though. His voice was raspy as if it hadn’t been used for a long time, and indeed it hadn’t, but he spoke nevertheless. “Curious indeed, it’s overflowing with energy. How has this existed?” He was genuinely interested if anyone could give him an answer - a place like this wouldn't have lasted in his old world as untold numbers would have flocked to it for a chance to taste such a large amount of energy. This world was different from his own, but he needed to know how different.

The Gamers (A Videogame Themed RP)

Ryutaro nodded at Sasha’s introduction, glad that for despite how he had greeted her, things seemed to be progressing smoothly nevertheless. “I suppose I was just lucky then,” he murmured, and thinking about the quest he had received now, he could say it was a fairly rare occurrence to stumble across someone’s lost purse.

“Huh… I was hit with ‘Headache’ for studying too hard apparently,” he muttered in an annoyed tone as he recalled the ringing that had hit him last night. “Took some aspirin instead of just waiting it out, but the medicine cured the ‘status’ instantly. It’s what I meant by they seem to have been balanced a bit. I mean normally fatigue wouldn’t just fade away, it would get worse.”

Shrugging in response to her disappointed tone, there wasn’t much he could do about the situation. Despite how strange it was, he still had responsibilities and couldn’t just take time off to experiment. This weekend however…

Before he could propose the idea to her though, Sasha yanked a number of paper napkins out from what looked like thin air, but Ryutaro knew to be her inventory. Already privy to the knowledge of their hyperspace inventory, he nevertheless had a brief moment of panic and motioned for her to stop. “Stop that, what if someone sees?!?” While he was confident in people’s ability to dismiss and forget the unknown, he didn’t want to push his luck too much.

Sighing a bit, he leaned back against the chair and threw out his idea. “Anyways, I haven’t had much of a chance to explore this ‘system’ we’re under. Having someone else would probably be better than trying to figure things out alone, so are you interested Sasha?” Even if she wasn’t, she was still another <Gamer> so it would be useful to stay in touch. With that in mind, he briefly whispered under his breath, “Contacts, Friends, Acquaintances, .” Hopefully one of those would bring up a menu, and if they didn’t well then phones were still a thing.

Game of Tails

Flip flop, up and down, then in and around.

You Are

Well if you don't mind, I can play the Demons my own characters encounters at the least. Won't godmod them or anything, they'll still be a dangerous threat.

Edged Horizon

As expected, when Araki slowly opened his eyes the sun had yet to rise, his room was still dark, and the employees still preparing for the day to come. If he focused, he could hear the sound of footsteps below, but listening to people walking about had never been one of Araki’s hobbies. He felt a bit sore as he stood himself up, no doubt his body protesting the odd position he had fell asleep in last night, but it wasn’t anything a bit of exercise wouldn’t sort out. Not in the mood for that at the moment though, Araki figured he should go find Richard and ask about a bath. It was early enough that he shouldn’t have had to worry about dealing with the pompous assholes that were Fion’s family. Hopefully.

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It wasn’t too hard for Araki to find Fion’s attendant most of the time. Largely because the other servants didn’t want or feel like dealing with someone with his stature or nature so they were quick to bring him to the older employee. The maid took her leave almost immediately after Richard was in sight, and he didn’t spare her a glance as he made his way over. He wasn’t particularly trying to be stealthy, nor was the older employee so careless as to miss his presence.

Straightening his posture, Richard turned from the task that had been at hand to address the hybrid in his usual polite tone, “Quite early, but what did you need Araki?”

Resisting the urge to fiddle or play with the long strands of white hair was the usual when he dealt with Richard. Out of the people Araki had the opportunity to meet, Richard was perhaps one of the hardest to deal with. While respect wasn’t entirely unknown to Araki, it was usually wasn’t without strings; be it won out of fear, or some ulterior motive on the other’s part. It might have simply been years of serving the Seyour family, but if it was Araki couldn’t find any hint on the man’s part. Then again, he was probably several times younger than the man in question, so Araki was hardly the best judge. All that aside though, Araki nodded his head several times in response before he said, “Is the bath open at this time?"

“There should…”

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Feeling a great deal refreshed after a washdown, even if it paled to what Courtright had offered at the university, Araki had spent a bit of time wondering what to do today. It was frankly the first time he had done so for a while now. As far as he knew, he was expected to attend school again today albeit he had no idea when it actually started now that he thought about it. Attendance wasn’t exactly enforced, not to his knowledge at the least, so it wasn’t like he had to go…

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Eventually after mulling over his thoughts and finding no answers, Araki decided that he could bear with “school” for another day at the least. Courtright had thrown him in at the end of the school day, or that’s what Araki assumed given he had only stuck around for an hour or so before the other children had been dismissed. He could see how much he wanted to escape after a full day in the building, surrounded by the kids, before he made a decision regarding “school”.

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He arrived at the school’s gates in the same manner he had left the evening prior, namely dropping like a rock from the roof of a nearby building. If the children running through the building’s doors were any indication then he had arrived at just the perfect time, or the worst depending on one’s perspective. The moment he landed on the ground, numerous sets of eyes swung to look at whatever had made the ground underneath their feet rumble. “Damn it,” he managed to whisper before he was mobbed by the unruly children.

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With Gael’s help, Araki had managed to get the children off of him, but some of them were damn persistant. Nestled back into his original classroom and once again surrounded by the other chilren, he couldn’t help but sigh as he felt his head jerk around ever so slightly. No doubt his white hair was fascinating… which actually might have been the case, seeing as it did feel quite different compared to others’. He would have closed his eyes to try and relax had some movement by the window not drawn his attention instead. Thankfully, even children could feel the change that came over Araki as his body tensed momentarily.

The laughter of a familiar voice reached Araki soon enough as the window was cracked open, and he groaned a bit as Fion peered in through the window. The kids seemed to take that as a sign that no, nothing was about to happen, and went back to doing; fiddling with his hair, examining his crystals, or bombarding him with questions, now with some about the “strange man” mixed in. “He’s a bad man, stay away from him,” he warned the children around him before he turned to address the man whose reputation was now being slandered. “Fine… I guess. Could be worse.”

The presence of Fion did give Araki an idea though, and as he mulled over it in his head, he might have just let it slipped. “I wonder if a fight would be interesting.” Evidently, the children found such a prospect to be just that, and excited chatter and even the occasional plead filled the air. Of course, none of that could match the charisma- or did his ego simply drown out the others, Araki didn’t know - of the golden-haired “king”.

“A splendid idea my vassal. It’ll be good to see what you’re truly capable of!”

Before Fion could say anything, Araki just pinched his forehead, held a hand up, and said, “Don’t ask, and what do you think?” At that very instant at least two dozen pair of eyes turned to Fion, waiting expectantly for his answer.

The Magical Boarding House

Whoops, sorry bout not showing my face around the OOC. Finding out about previous owners and residents sounds like it could be springing board for further mysteries/conspiracies/etc.

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I'll go for the elaborate and more intense fight.

The College of Preicana

So I might edit this a bit later, but it's done for now.

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I’m green, da ba dee, da ba di
Appearance/Possessions: Like his heritage, Val’kur’s appearance holds both elven grace and orcish brutality. He stands at 6’7 and though his build is unmistakably muscular and reminiscent of orcs, it has a certain leanness to it thanks to his father. Nevertheless, the half-blood still weighs just over 300 pounds. Although his hair is long as pictured, he generally ties it up to avoid issues.

His clothes are incredibly simple and of durable make; generally linen underclothes with leather outerwear; he also has a thick brown travel cloak made of cotton and waterproofed. His armor is obviously missing a few parts, consisting of only a pair of greaves, gauntlets, and a tasset, but the quality of what he owns is obviously very high. His blade is of orcish design, though it’s make is more akin to elven metalwork.

Amongst his most prized possessions would be his belt, or more accurately, the numerous pouches hooked onto the strap. Some hold the links to his dearest companions, while others hold rare herbs and ingredients for his practice of Venecation.

Name: Val’kur
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Half-elf, half-orc
Affinities: CONJURATION, Venecation, and Alteration in this order.

Personality: Actually fairly even-tempered and a well adjusted individual in-spite, or more likely because, of his mixed heritage. Although he prefers to spend time alone, Val’kur isn’t introverted enough that he’ll actively seek to avoid interacting with others. He is a fairly reserved individual, even amongst others, but doesn’t lack any confidence when he does wish to speak; though this can make him seem distant and detached from others around him.

The presence of his companions tend to soften and chip away Val’kur’s reserved nature. When his Conjured friends are about, he’s noticeably lighthearted, though never to the point where he could be called boisterous. He speaks more often, is more amiable, and generally just more pleasant.

He is not without traits typically associated with orcs though. He exhibits the same ferociousness and aptitude for violence as his mother when necessary, albeit it is tempered by logic and calm thought for the most part. In confrontations he holds little back unless necessary, and his reserved demeanor quickly bleeds away.

History: A lone traveller. That’s been Val’kur’s lifestyle for nearly a decade now, having left his parents behind at a young age. A combination of wanderlust and the desire for connections beyond that of blood drove the young boy to set off from home, the sensations were that powerful. Though he has barely seen or heard from his parents since then, Val’kur feels little regret in this decision.

Even as a young child, Val’kur grew quickly and was most at home running in the wilderness where he lived. By the time he was twelve years of age, the halfbreed was already as tall as father and had wrestled with the numerous creatures living in the subterranean tunnels and the forests they led to. The outings only grew in number and length as Val’kur’s body continued to develop, leading to his absence from days on end at times.

He wouldn’t learn why he felt compelled to wander until later, and his parents even later. At the time though, when it became clear that there was something more than just a young child’s curiosity at work, his parents were forced to come to a decision. They couldn’t simply force their child to stay, he was more than capable of handling himself, his scars could attest to that. An orc’s natural cunning and an elf’s developed mind, meant that even as a child, Val’kur was more intelligent and mature than his age would suggest.

For all that though, he was still inexperienced and no amount of natural cunning would let a novice survive the wilds without a home to return to. His mother came along with him for the next year, teaching him what she could and remembered from her time as a wanderer after she had left her tribe. When he turned fourteen, Val’kur finally set out with the best equipment his parents could provide and their blessings. It was the last time he called the place home.

The College of Preicana

Imperfectionist said
What's going to be your major, Zombehs? Three major Alterations might be a bit much.

Conjuration. Probably going with Venecation and Alteration as minors.

The College of Preicana

Oh wow.... Those were the three Affinities I was aiming for as well. Guess I'll switch Artification out for something else then.