Baklava

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

LOL. Ugh. I LOVE mean characters, though. Love playing them when I'm feelin' ballsy enough. Love playin' WITH them. Love all the flaws.

Honestly, as soon as I catch on that someone has trouble separating their character from themselves (as far as things happening to them IC goes), I have a hard time taking them seriously at all. I get that some people like to play characters that are similar to themselves-- there's nothing wrong with that. Not everyone is here to explore all the different sort of characters they can play. I get it. I'm guilty of it sometimes, too!

But GAWD.

Even if the character isn't at all like you-- and I think this goes back to the "show, don't tell" thing-- you shouldn't get mad at other people for 'misinterpreting' your character unless it's obvious the other person simply isn't reading what you write.

For example-- say your character is meant to be a "handsome smooth talker", but you're ass at writing smooth dialogue. I dunno, can you really get mad if other people respond to your character like he's a weirdo instead of Mr. Smooth? Of course we'll have to acknowledge that he's good looking, but come on. I get this is a hobby and not everyone is here to improve, but don't expect other people to pick up the slack for you all the time.

Why people gotta be so defensive about their characters, anyway? Learn to recognize when it's YOUR fault your character is being interpreted a certain way by the other characters. Understand when it's the CHARACTERS interpreting them as such and not the players.

And hell, I would consider it hilarious if one of my characters was mistaken for a pervert when they totally weren't. And I applaud the inclusion of such things like sexism and misogynist ideals as character flaws. They're real life issues! Why pretend they don't exist? Seems really narrow minded to label a character as "too flawed" like that. I mean. Unless the GM is creating a utopia where complete and total equality has been achieved. But even then, I generally frown upon GMs trying to control the opinions of characters concerning their plot.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

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𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / ~𝟙𝟟𝟛𝟘

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Chris. The serpent. Fire. She didn't see the rest of what happened before her feet suddenly left the ground. The giant metal hand slammed into her just as she turned to face it, obscuring her vision and propelling Callan backwards into the entrance of one of the old mine tunnels. Hitting the inner wall with a heavy thud, she felt her lungs sharply expel some blood along with the rest of her breath. The earth trembled and the roof of dirt and rocks caved in on top of her as she hit the ground, catching herself on her hands and knees.

An earthy scent filled her nose as she instinctively rose her hands above her head, still coughing up a few more flecks of blood while trying not to let the sight of it get her too flustered. The job wasn't over yet. A few drops of blood were nothing compared to her leg injury last time. Feeling the uncomfortable grit of dirt between her teeth as the collapse finally settled, she dug her way out, pushing heavy chunks of rock aside as though she were wading through a ball pit.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

Oh, I get it now, Makoto frowned, furrowing his brow as Elizabeth gushed over the dingy interior of the room Arden's door-opening had revealed. Of course.

What had he been expecting?

She's crazy... They're all crazy.

Once again considering how easily he could reclaim his part-time job back home, Makoto's expression lit up with surprise as the woman stepped through the classroom's threshold and... disappeared?! When Arden followed suit, he took a startled step back, nearly bumping into a younger blonde haired girl as she trudged confidently forward. Wait! he wanted to say, but bit back the words. Should they be trusting this woman so easily? What if this was all an elaborate trick?

Stop being such a 'fraidy cat, Makoto!

Yeah, Makoto! Don't puss out on us now!

The jeering voices of his brothers echoed in the back of his mind. Old memories. Very old. Old like the look of this school. Like his worries, which always seemed to rear their ugly heads whenever he was faced with anything so... new. Old and yet new. It was the mystery that frightened him most. Indeed, at the end of the day, Makoto was no less skittish than a cat of independence. Always dashing back to its safe place at the slightest hint of danger.

Even as he watched the girl, much younger than himself if her height were to be any sort of indicator, bravely disappear, he could not yet bring himself to move.

—(••[ 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝔸𝕋𝔼ℝ ]••)—

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𝕄: 𝕊𝕖𝕡𝕥. 𝟙𝟜, 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟘 / / 𝕎𝕚𝕤𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕 / / 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕟 / / ~𝟙𝟟𝟛𝟘

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Feeling Factory's limb give so easily against her hammer was incredibly satisfying, but her job wasn't quite done yet. A familiar flicker of red light caught her attention as soon as she took off towards the next leg, sending a shiver of unease down her spine. Sander was almost to the core. Would he able to take it down before the serpent finished charging up its next attack? Would it matter?

And more importantly, who was its target? Would it shoot Sander? Would it try and aim for her? Or-- cold dread flooded her mind at the thought-- was it going to fire off at someone else? She was hard pressed to believe even the likes of Kusari could survive such a thing.

No.

She wouldn't let that happen. Wouldn't let that thing hit anyone else. Best way to draw its fire would be to keep going. Take out Factory. In her haste, Callan skipped the wind up and swung the hammer across the leg as she passed it. She growled with exertion, another wave of sweat beading at her temple. She immediately turned her attention back to the serpent. Continuing to run several meters forward, the hammer dissipated, leaving her unhindered. It was unlikely the beast would risk hitting Factory with a laser like that. But if she was quick enough-- maybe she could ensure that its target was her.

Of course, she'd also need to be quick enough to dodge it when it came. Something she felt confident she could do.

Probably.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@RiDaku In the iconic words of Gene Wilder....



@POOHEAD189 Noice. I'll check it out~

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@Kessir Tarkin Hey brah.

"After a full days ride he made it to the village"

Okay, you've fully read the first post, yes? Everyone has been hearing the voice at night-- telling them to go to the Hero of Time Festival in Kakariko Village. But the message about visiting the graveyard comes at 7:45 on the morning of the Festival. I'd say everyone manages to gather there and leave around roughly 8:30. He can only be 20 minutes late in order to run into the current crew, so a whole day's journey wouldn't work.

Maybe place him at Castle Town instead? And have it so he heard the voice on the way there, but was late due to traveling time?

@POOHEAD189

It's also just occurred to me that there wasn't really any mention of Cal hearing that voice. He definitely would've heard it at the same time as everyone else-- just to be clear. Since you mentioned he heard about everyone gathering in the graveyard through hearsay.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@Kessir Tarkin Right on, brah. Make sure you join the Discord when you get the chance.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

@Captain Jenno@jasonwolf@Dervish@The 42nd Gecko

Left Group: BY THE WAY... If any of those clowns fall onto the grid around the drum, they get zappy zapped. See Gohdan fight on youtube for ultimate clarity.

.:: ℤ𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕒 - 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ::.

Middle Tunnel Group

Part I

"Oh!" Alyce exclaimed in surprise as Archer disappeared into the abyss overhead. A fireball came hurtling towards her then. She narrowly managed to avoid it as she staggered back, bowing her legs outwards as it burst against the stone floor between her feet. She watched as Graham almost comically managed to dodge several more incoming fireballs, shoving off of Magus as his sinister shadow form reunited with the gross, spindly body he'd left behind. It seemed that whatever unique magic the Poe's flames were made of, they meshed as well with the Subrosian's heat resistance as they did the Twili's wooden frame.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a shift of movement while the Poe's focus was off of her. Suddenly reminded of the fifth member of their little team, she turned to see Griz, taking a step back towards the dark hallway they'd just come from while sliding their twin blades back into their sheathes.

"Griz," Alyce said firmly, the faintest vestige of fear in her voice as her fellow Sheikah turned to look at her, red eye gleaming in the wicked Poe's firelight.

"Don't."

The look Griz provided was more indecipherable than some of the text in her oldest books. She chose to believe it was apologetic as Griz took another step back and was swallowed by the shadows. The sound of quickened footsteps faded away just an anguished cry drew her attention back to the matter at hand.

A second. A third. A fourth. As the wooden body burned, Magus seperated from it. In his attempt to crawl away, however, he was assaulted by blow after blow until he was no more.

Good riddance, Alyce thought in the back of her mind. The part that wasn't currently fearing for her life as she batted away another Wallmaster with her book. Unlike Griz, she would not be one to betray the trust of the Goddess.

By a bizarre stroke of luck, Graham procured his boomerang and, despite the lingering effects of the Magic Bean he'd obtained from that scrub, managed to knock the ghostly beast across the face. The creature was very clearly hurt, but Graham took no chances. Upon catching his trusty boomerang, he pulled not one, but several Ember Seeds from his pouch and threw them with all his might.

As the Poe burned, it screeched in pain and the swarm of Wallmasters dispersed. And just like that, their group of five was down to two.

Left Tunnel Group

Had dear Noi perhaps been in less of a hurry to overtake Lev as lead, he might've seen the gaping hole in the ground before him. The Poe's lantern illuminated a small room-- barely large enough to accommodate the group minus Noi, who was now plummeting down into the abyss below. Strangely enough, there was no crash as the hulking nine foot robot collided with the bottom. Instead, there was only a thunderous boom. Like that of a large drum.

With no other place to go, the strange assortment of heroes were forced to descend after Noi. The stalfos, thusly named Mufasa, was the first to hop after him-- assuring everyone it was the correct way to go. The drum's surface imitated a taut trampoline, facilitating a less than comfortable, but overall harmless landing.

The room was vast. Circular in shape, extending several meters past the massive drum whereupon the party found themselves. A strange grid of symbols faded through a series of different colors on the ground. Thin pink rays of light occasionally sparked off of the grid. It seemed to pulsate with energy. The ominous grid surrounded the perimeter of the drum, also ending at the foot of a wide set of stairs at the head of the room, leading to a large platform. Upon the platform sat a wide and hollow arch, formed by several obsidian stones. At its crest lay the keystone of the structure, white with the golden crest of the royal family glowing from where it had been carved into the stone. All around the room, countless torches sprang to life in a spiral like pattern, bathing the room in more light than seemed appropriate considering the temple's dark and evil stench.

More attention grabbing in that moment, however, was the strangely shaped golden armor, colossal in size as it rested upon the drum's surface. Surrounding them with a surface of reflections that seemed to shine almost as brightly as the torchlight. The armor was comprised of three pieces in total: two enormous gauntlets and a massive cuirass. The gauntlets, two empty husks of gold, were large enough to cover a giant's hand and perhaps part of the wrist. Or, relatively speaking, enough to cover a small crowd of people. The larger of the three pieces was lifted partially off the drum by several chains attached to the ceiling. A cuirass built to accommodate a most peculiar shape-- a long and tapering torso.

Music

Suddenly a shadow appeared upon the drum's surface. Large enough to consume almost the entire platform, though it seemed to be completely without a source. The shadow then began to tear itself away from the surface of the drum in stark black flakes, rising into the air and disappearing within the empty spaces allotted by the golden armor. The flakes flew at an alarming rate, maneuvering around the small group as though they were a mere nuisance.

Something was taking form.

In that same moment, an array of bright blue markings appeared along the surface of the armor. The chains elevating the armor's torso began to rise, lifting the half formed creature up off the ground and out of reach while the hands twitched to life, balling into tight fists that prevented any damage from befalling the gray skinned hands as they finished forming.

Protruding from the armored torso were two muscular arms, ending just past the elbow as if they had been sawed off, judging by the exposed flesh and bone. Where a head ought to have been, there was only a single, massive red eye, framed by several thick petal shaped flaps of skin and four tentacle-like feelers. The pupil of the stark red eye was small and yellow, surrounded by a ring of similarly sized yellow circles. Still safely out of reach, the eye fixated on the group with a curiously excited expression-- eager for their demise.

Fully formed, the armored hands flexed their fingers and began steadily beating at the drum. Not even Noi remained grounded as the percussion threw his footing. Only Lev, with his lack of dependency on such things as a place to stand, remained unaffected by the monster's rhythm. A detail the legendary Bongo Bongo quickly took note of. Still pounding away with his left hand, his right lifted from the drum and made a sweeping grab for the poe.

Phantom Shadow Beast

Guardian Bongo

OOC

Similar to the "mini-boss fight" with Mufasa that you guys did with Jenno, this monster will be fully controlled by the GMs. The success of every hit must be cleared by myself or Jenno. Feel free to collaborate your first move, though I am expecting shorter responses as we go action by action.

Small Town of Wizards and Witches!

@Avemelle hoi