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Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Yasu Minori-Schreiber

Silver Gate Academy - Library

Yasu could not help but chuckle to her conversation partner's rambling about his age and state of physical growth. Apparently the boy, no, Elliot Harvinford, was only two years younger than Yasu - a bit unexpected, but at least it would seem that he ages at about the same age as a human - which agains, highlighted how brilliant the boy was in regards of his study.

"Elliot.. That's a nice name," Yasu mentioned in passing as they shook hands. "Reminds me of that Poet from the United States, or was it the United Kingdom?" she continued, hoping to hook the fellow bibliophile into a common topic to talk with. Or at least not to make him think she was a clueless bimbo.. Sans the rocking body.

Alas, the conversation bait was a no-go, as Elliot simply cocked his head confusedly as the reference was too niche for him to catch on to. Yasu was holding back so bad from telling him that the said poet was the person responsible for the movie Cats, too. On one hand she really want to see his reaction towards the abomination, but on the other, she was afraid she will lose way too much point for comparing him with the person that was responsible to that absurdity in the first place.

Anyway, moving on!

"Nice to meet you, underclassman-kun. Sadly I am not in the same year as you, and probably we won't see each other too much if at all during classes. Nevertheless, it is nice to make a new friend," replied Yasu to Elliot's announcement that he will be entering the academy after the holiday.

"And as for the reason why I am enrolling here.." Yasu trailed off the end of her sentence. Surely she could not say that it's because she had this absurd dream of flying around the globe on top of a magic cardboard like a bootleg All*din. "I'm afraid it's not as interesting as yours. I was a regular off-the-shelf student before I stumble upon a book about true magic and a certain professor invited me to this academy to study it further. So let's just say I am but a child charmed by the worders of magic and wishes to pursue it?"

Goblin Quest

Ragi

_{featuring Aya @TheMushroomLord || White Petal Viper}

Comfort. That's what Ragi was feeling when she finally noticed that Aya had not abandoned her.
Anxiety. T'was what she felt right after, noticing that her sister was playing strong to ease her, and that a new danger was rearing its ugly head at the duo.
It was then that she realized. She had to be strong, even if for the sake of appearance alone. Her sister Aya had been through a lot, and it was easy to see that she was adding even more burden by having to appear confident before Ragi. A burden that threaten to snap the young goblin's mind any time soon, if Ragi continue to show her weakness and be a deadweight.

"No worries sister," Ragi mustered whatever left of her confidence and courage. "Look at that thing, it's so small and insignificant; not quite a match for you - future queen of Goblin-kind - don't you think?" she continued with a wink - partially to boost Aya's confidence, and partially to suggest herself into thinking that the enemy was no match for the two.

"I'll move in first," she continued as she poisitoned herself to Aya's right side and unwound the makeshift flail from her shoulder before swinging it in circular motion to gain momentum. "Please watch its movement and direct us to victory," she finally said as she released the flail in a diagonal arc towards the flower-like creature.

Action Summary

Ragi launched a diagonal attack with the flail towards the snake
Her position is roughly two goblin arm's length away from Aya
Sisterly bond is active, I guess

Inventory

1x Makeshift flail
1x Female Goblin Clothing (2-piece kind)
Still haven't decided on how to split the Sloth spoil with Aya

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

Chapter 1 - Clashing Paths

Part 4 - Cythril, Alnaera and Gael
@Ammokkx@SilverPaw@PigeonOfAstora

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The party made good progress in their clash with the giant dragonfly. While the oversized insect's movement were too fast for them to follow, after a few clashes the three-person-team had managed to grasp their opponent's move pattern. For example, it would seem that the dragonfly was actively avoiding Cythril whenever it swoop in to attack, and that the creature was rather sensitive to magic, and will avoid mana waves whenever present.

Either by sheer luck or by harmonious cooperation, Cythril and Alnaera's firing of spells one after the other had turned the flow of the battle on the party's favor. Cythril's lightning, while failing to hit the dragonfly directly, had forced it to stay at lower altitude where Cythril's weapon and spells would be the least effective. Combined with the nuisance from Alnaera's fireball, the dragonfly's patience were running thin. As it swooped to off the female spellcaster, it had basically doomed itself. Tendrils of darkness sprouted from the tip of Alnaera's staff, and anchored the creature to the ground, making every movement slow and cumbersome. Then, with the intention of finishing the monstrosity off, Gael sprung from her hiding and slammed her bow at the dragonfly's compound eyes.

A wet squelching sound erupted as silvery-green liquid burst from what were once the dragonfly's right compound eyes. It was a sticky, stinky substance that burns one's eyes and nose - figuratively, thankfully. Though perhaps Gael were eager to say otherwise. Being the closest to the vicinity, her hand and face were splashed by the liquid and made it impossible to open her eyes - or breathe properly, in that matter. Her attempt to wipe the substance off, too, had been unsuccessful given that both her hands were also covered with the annoying goo.

An eye for an eye, it would seem.

Meanwhile, the dragonfly trashed around in pain, and managed to break free from Alnaera's shadow binding, and let out a shrill cry. Landing on its six feet, its remaining eye glowed white as its wings began to flap and flicker with silvery light. Then, with another cry, six blades of wind erupted from the creature, and straight at the group of three.

The two mages were ready for the attack, but the same could not be said to the archer. Still blinded and distracted by the pungent odor of the dragonfly's blood, she seemed to be anything but ready for the attack. Without help, the attack would connect for sure.

We Were Human - [Second Wave]

Hi, sorry for suddenly missing. My internet connection is being uncooperative and I have no idea when or if it will be fixed anytime soon.
So with this limitation shackling me, I will have to concede from joining

Wish you the best of luck with the RP @DeadDrop
o7

Goblin Quest

Ragi

_{featuring Aya @TheMushroomLord || Harvest Sloth (RIP)}

So here we lay, motionless yet not lifeless. We have fought - not an oppressor, nor an invader, nay; we fought amongst ourselves. How many times does this make? Opening up, trusting and believing, only to be tricked, backstabbed, and quite possibly, bamboozled. She had trusted the sloth, treated it as a friend if not more - its face ever so reminiscent of her sweet sister - only to be treated as lifestock: a cattle to the slaughter. Had it been not for Aya, she would have perished here and then.

Thus for the first time in her three living days, Ragi cried. She sobbed uncontrollably, tears and snot mixing with the sloth blood that's trickling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," she cried pitifully. "I'm a failure, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she repeated over and over.

Was she wrong to act strong, to act smart - to act like the person that she is not? All she wanted were to be successful, to be respected, to be loved. Yet every single thing she did was heaping up failure upon failure. She wanted to die, but even dying is too scary for her. So she cried instead. And she cried and cried and cried - until she finally fell asleep.

Unknown amount of time later, Ragi woke up to the sound of her growling stomach. Her body was still stiff, but at least she could move. She looked around, and her heart immediately sunk. To her side, was the corpse of the Harvest Sloth - its eyes staring straight at her, hollow yet full of resentment. She hastily crawled back as fast as she could, until her back hit a tree trunk.

"Sister.." she instinctively called out to Aya. "Sister, where are you?" she yelped meekly, panic blinding her of her surrounding.

I'm scared.

Action Summary

Ragi slept to wait the paralysis to wear off, woke up to a panic attack.
Totally not asking for suicide by mob monster

Inventory

1x Makeshift flail stuff
Haven't decided on how to split the spoil with Aya

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

@flowersrgr8

Huladuras - Rejector of Everything

Chapter 0 - A Rude Awakening

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Responding to your reply - both verbal and action - the Minotaur Monarch let out an excited grin and a short grunt before meeting your charge with one of his own. Their left arm was raised in anticipation of your attack, and met your hammer right at the base of its head. As they collide, the Beast twisted their wrist and grabbed your weapon, locking it in place before forcefully yanking it and you towards themselves. He was aiming for a headbutt.

Your opening gambit was a dud as the Beast's movement were way more refined than his brutish looks, but you were no slouch either. Using the momentum from your opponent's pull and your weapon's leverage, you coiled your body and jumped - avoiding the beast's charge and positioning yourself on their blindspot. Then, using gravity as a boost, you launched a drop kick at the beast's cranium.

The Minotaur reflexively cocked their head sideways to avoid the blow, but his position was simply too awkward to avoid the attack entirely. Your drop kick hit the Beast straight at their left shoulder with a resounding shockwave. You were surprised at how much power you exerted with that one attack - leagues above what an average mortal should be able to - but what shocked you more was the hardness of which the Minotaur's thick hide and solid muscle was. It was as if you were hitting a slab of steel. Sinewy, flexible slab of steel, if there were ever such a thing.

"Hmph. Not bad," the Beast commended you, right before he grabbed your leg and spinned you around with the intention of slamming you straight to the ground.

You quickly kicked the beast's palm with your other leg to avoid the worst, and thankfully it worked. The Minotaur's grip loosened and you managed to twist your body out of their intended trajectory - flying sideways instead of downward. You landed safely twenty feet from your opponent, relatively unscathed aside from minor scrapes here and there as you skid around on the floor.

You then rose on your feet in preparation for a follow up attack, yet what greeted you were not the Beast - but rather your own weapon. The hammer head crashed on the ground just inches before you, breaking and creating small stalagmites over the obsidian floor. Sweat trickled down your face. Had you took a second longer to get up, your head would have been crushed.

"You said you were no prodigal son," a voice boomed, breaking your moment of daze. "Then tell me, what are you?"

King's Pass Mountains

Roland

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Hearing hypothetical situation and threats being thrown left and right, Roland secretly realized that he had not made the time to properly read the contracts. On the plus side, however, he had seen new sides to his to-be party. The young sorceress, while lacking in confidence the other day, were pretty assertive today. Which is good, of course. Nobody wanted a pushover to lead their party.

The spellblade too, was no simple fool. He had shown critical thinking and asked specifics not previously mentioned rather than blindly following whatever the leader told him to do. The smith as well, had begun to show interest in the content of the contract where yesterday he simply thought that everything would be fine. The tiefling.. Actually the tiefling was the one person that Roland still could not read. He was as silent today as he was yesterday.

In any case, Roland had a good feeling for this expedition, and an ancient tomb of a king is too much a temptation to miss out on.

"As harsh your punishment is, I think it is of equivalent weight to the compensation you have to offer," Roland chimed - trying to loosen up the situation a little bit. "I am in."

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Yasu Minori-Schreiber

Silver Gate Academy - Library

Not enough room, huh? Certainly, this was a blunder on Yasu's side. She was far too absorbed with the plethora of books the young foreigner has gathered to realize that the desk he had chosen did not have much room for another person. Nevertheless, Yasu thought it was a good call to say hi to the boy. After all, he had proven himself very knowledgeable of many things, from World History to Magicks.

"Trust me, you can speak Japanese much better than I do my second tongue, and I have been trying to learn German for half of my life" Yasu replied to the boy in a jovial tone. "And I don't really mind your talking, not one bit. In fact, I find people who are passionate about their interest to be.."

Cute. That was Yasu's first thought. However, looking at the age and stature the young foreigner, she thought that calling him cute might be considered belittling and somewhat rude.

"Highly attractive," Yasu corrected herself after a short pause.

That's... That's not much better isn't it? She realized. It would seem like she was a highschooler hitting on a mid-schooler at best.

"Anyway, you are very knowledgeable about history and magics. I can't believe you are younger than me," Yasu tried to course-correct.. Without realizing that there might exist races that retain youthful look regardless of age, or have such a long lifespan that they seem young despite their age in human's years. "Wait, you are younger than me, right?"

Things are getting bad to worse at lightspeed. It was quite a surprise how Yasu's prior knowledge base would be so unhelpful in this place, where magic is as real as biology - still so much to explore, yet definitely real and applicable.

"Ahem. I am Yasu Minori-Schreiber. Half Japanese, half German. I transferred into this academy last month. Nice to meet you," she finally introduced herself and reached out her hand in an offer for a handshake.

King's Pass Mountains

Roland

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Roland was groggy. He was not a morning person. Nor an afternoon person. Nor a person-person, really. But he was ready. If anything, he wanted to get out of Stagcross as soon as possible. Thus, when the expedition leader came out to greet the team, he was quite elated.

"About time," he thought. Looking around, he saw some of the adventurers from yesterday already gathering and ready to go. One of them - the blacksmith - was eating breakfast, and another one - the spellblade, if Roland's memory did not fail him - was looking almost as groggy as he is.

"Good morning, expedition leader. Ready to go?"