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RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Julio's efforts at putting out the forest would stall its complete destruction for a time, but it wouldn't last. It gave the students a change to advance as up ahead, he could see the end of the forest. His stopping to help had put him in a joint position with some of the other students, the tall man in the high hat and the girl in the elegant dress were running for the next stage of their little obstacle course. As he advanced, the grey haired boy from before pulled a stunt to try and hurt the sniper, taking a shot at one of his ice covered trees so it would shatter in part, sending jagged ice shards in his direction.

"I've got your back!" Asher heard a call from behind him, the fox Faunus was there to back him up with his crossbow, ducking and weaving nimbly between some Grimm. As he flew through the air, the Stalker reached up in an attempt to use a single claw to pluck him from the air. However its claw never made it that far as two crossbow bolts got buried in its face, making it revile in pain and stagger enough that it's claw swung at empty air. Now all the warrior had to do was deliver his blows.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Julio's sniper rifle guaranteed at least one shot would land and the grey haired student let out a yowl of pain as the fire hit them as the white and grey jacket they were wearing caught fire and for a few seconds, they spent time patting it out, leaving them wide open to an attack from a tall boy with the high hat. However, the choice of fire dust soon proved to be far more detrimental to the battle than helpful as the second shot had struck the tree beside the boy. The fire was quickly devouring it, licking up the trunk and using the branches to spread through the woods, leaping from one oak to the next like a blazing collection of serpents. It wouldn't be long before the entire forest went up in smoke, and the students with it. Many even began to realize this and returned to running, through there was still the occasional attack.

At the encroaching crowd of Grimm, some of the students in the Savannah shot first. The fox faunus had a crossbow in hand and fired a number of bolts, felling a few Grimm, followed by several other shots. The first one to hit the crowd head on was a girl with rather beefy arms and copper hair done in a fishtail braid, wielding a huge flail that she'd been spinning up over her head. She waded into the crowd and with an initial swing, knocked a bunch of them over as the second wave prepared to crash into them and the others. The Death Stalkers were still stuck in the back, lurching after their fellow Grimm.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault

A RWBY RP set in a flourishing new kingdom, following a new plot with occasional cameos by the main cast of RWBY. Also doing some differing lore and universe building, using a lot of OCs.

Further information on the page itself, come apply if you're interested! We're currently in the entrance exams, so teams have not yet been formed but once that's over, we'll be moving onto classes and missions and such.

roleplayerguild.com/topics/127401-rwby..

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

Yeah I definitely think it'll get easier once the exams are done. Plus if we do get more people, I want to get them in before the exam is over just so it'll be easier to form a team and then keep said team formed.

It's hard enough doing team co-ordination without people dropping in and out.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The shield's wood with a metal lining, sorry I didn't make that clear.
Curiosity, sometimes it pays off, sometimes it gets you surrounded by bandits~

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

I've been trying to get in contact with Asura to see if they have stable net yet.

I guess I could post something in interest checks? Might get us some buzz going again.

RWBY: Chronicle of Vault.

@Sho Minazuki
Yo, been a week without posts, anything wrong?

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"All your belongings will do..." The figure smirked as from behind, Eldarin bumped into a large heavy greatshield, held in the hands of a particularly muscular bandit, blocking the only exit from the cavern. From around the cave, around 5 other bandits revealed themselves from the darkness, each one holding a crossbow and aiming at him. "Poison tipped bolts, my friend. You try anything and we'll leave ya writhing."

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"Yes... please, help me." The figure said with a wispy and quiet voice, followed by a slight cough as the fold of cloth that he was began to rise slightly. He could see a face under a hood and limbs in long sleeves, at the very back of the cave that turned out to be bigger than he expected, rounding out around him.

Conra Chronicles - Encroaching Darkness

The Gentleman

Name: Dren Rache
Race: Human
Age: 25

Personality Information: Sly and smooth, Dren is something of a wordsmith and could talk a man into selling him everything he owns. Something of a manipulator, Dren tends to use another person’s words against him. This can make him somewhat obnoxious. He holds himself in high standing and is very prideful, often acting posh or upper class despite the truth being anything but.

Brief Backstory: Dren Rache was born in the slums of the town of Diremound, a seedy underbelly of crooks, cheats, liars and slaves. Dren's parents leeched off of the scraps of the city and Dren too was forced to live like them. However, as he grew up, he began to notice he had a keen eye for distinction, mostly in what he could steal from street vendors and other people. He began to grow knowledgeable in materials and herbs, even starting to combine them into chemical remedies and toxins for selling in Diremound. It earned him enough currency to finally make something of himself, when his parents passed away from disease.

Dren left Diremound and made for a richer city as fast as he could, using his knowledge and wares to earn enough coin to make himself look better, desperate to distance himself from his past in Diremound. To this end, he hired a tailor to create clothes for him, a long red cloak and matching top hat to make him appear far more regal and important than he truly was, hiding his rags underneath. He also donned a pair of white gloves to hide his gnarled hands from his work at the cauldron. He also took up sorcery, obtaining his cane in the process and practicing his work outside of the city. Soon he became a more well known figure, for both his resplendent appearance and his wares.

Current Events: Diremound has recently been overrun by monsters and Dren is simply seeking to sell his wares and ritz it up with some of the more important people in town.

Skills: Dren is a skilled mage, having a firm grasp upon magic. He is not a professional, but he knows his way around most forms of a spell. His preferred element of choice is ice. Dren is also a skilled alchemist, having sold his own brews, tinctures, tonics and salves. Given enough time and the right ingredients he can whip up whatever is needed. Dren is also generally intelligent and uses this well in combat, as well as boasting a silver tongue to charm his way around certain individuals, though this has just as much chance to land him in hot water.
Gear:
Trice Majestos Cane: A black walking stick with a gold bottom and rounded orb at the top, emblazoned with three star symbols on the hilt. Whilst normally functioning as a walking stick, the cane also has potential as a magic catalyst and is Dren’s primary form of defending himself. He supposedly made the cane himself and no-one has been able to prove him wrong yet. He also named it.

Item stock: Dren keeps a healthy supply of support items from his travels and a few he whipped up himself across the lands and makes use of them in tough situations. He also keeps a light supply of black powder bombs which he particularly enjoys the use of.

Anelace: A thin silver elongated dagger, a short sword more than anything else. Dren rarely ever used it due to being unskilled in swordplay, it is strictly a last resort.

Etc: Dren is petrified of his old poor life and will go to great lengths to ensure no-one ever knows he was once a lowly beggar, hence training himself to speak eloquently.

Finally got it done.