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Aura returned Holly's greeting, returning the courtesy of revealing true names. "Nice to meet you, Patricia. My real name's Ciara." Aura smiled back. Holly seemed rather meek, but at least she had the courtesy to greet people.

Aura slid into a seat, a little ways out the way of the group. Aura felt out of place, especially with a lack of greetings from other members besides Holly and Willow. Like she was getting into a group that was still reeling from shock, a crumpled and confused remainder that was still attempting to make sense of what happened and what should happen. There was a blanket of somberness over the guild members - clearly, the previous guild leader was quite a significant character.

At least for most of them. Aura thought as she glanced over to the one named Prome. She had a bad gut feeling about him. Someone so prominent as a guild leader and at the very least a guild consistuent in a small-scale guild could not be forgotten so easily and so entirely. So it was either he was also a new addition - which she highly doubted given his interactions- or he needed a therapist. Aura smiled internally with bitter snideness. Guess everyone would need therapy after this, though 'crazy' might be the norm for now.
Aura decided to take the passive approach, keeping an ambivalent openness to others but trying to keep out of any sort of judgement. Aura would work out her stance and role in the guild, but for the sensitive and bruised present, that would have to wait. Maybe after the voting of the guild leader was over (which was rather obvious to Aura as the third party who was going to come out on top), things would settle down. Meanwhile - Aura quickly chewed through a bunch of fruits, making sure to keep her energy up. Worst mistake for a paladin was to run out of energy; and she only needed to make that mistake once.

Aura was glad that Willow decided to get out of this uneasy presence. She couldn't punt her way through an awkward silence, but she sure could against a monster. "Well, I can use the practice." Aura took an apple from the table and stashed it, then bowing slightly to the other guild members, she tailed the soon-to-be guild leader. "Looking forward to working with you all, then." Aura said on her way out.

Neat, I will get to work on the first character. Probably an enhanced human supersoldier like that of the Spartans of the Halo series, or a Utarah defect.
I suggest looking into a lot of Gaelic or Nordic names. They often sound pretty 'familiar' without being too generic like "David" Or "Eric". Not sure if it does fit in a sci-fi context as it is used quite extensively in the fantasy genre.
Eg. Ciara, Celinette, Lilias, Morrigan

Other sources of inspiration can be planet names or names that are the lexiconographic origins of a particular theme or character, or a morph of said theme.
Eg. Nox, Haesis, Vergil

For alien and cyborg names, I found the Destiny characters to have fantastic names that are unfamiliar without sounding too exotic.
Eg. Araskes, Sepiks, Yavek

Good luck!
Our characters don't know that we have such capabilities though - and with the current influx of very foreign information, being told we can suddenly massacre monsters is quite confronting.
I'm interested in how this plays out. How many players are you planning on taking?









Aura felt the soreness slowly creeping through her knees, overpowering the numb morning fatigue. Aura let out a deep rumble. She should stop being lazy, huh? After a couple of near-slips and a longing look as she exited her little corner of peace, she woke herself up with a cold bucket of water and cursed after realizing she probably shouldn't have taken it THAT cold.

Aura went through a morning routine of checking to see if any of her equipment got stolen or lost (she was pretty sure inns were safe-zones for that, but it didn't hurt to take inventory). Armour, sword, shield, potions. It would have looked pretty impressive all laid out back in the real world, although Aura doubted it was anything above the normal arsenal in this one. She drummed her fingers on her kite shield, idly making a mental note to get a tower shield next time she had the chance. Her strategies and title were shield-focused after all. Aura didn't bother brushing her hair, only pulling them back and tying them into a simple and practical ponytail, with a loop so that it didn't catch her movements.

Aura changed out of her night clothes into her armour, and hit her breastplate with ritualistic determination, clanging the metal on metal. "Another day in hell. Let's make it count." She whispered, and checked the menu for her to-do list.
1. Check up on Cleric of Morrigan, back of the marketplace. I don't believe in divinity either, Mr. Cynical, but it's not like paladins have much else to pick from.
2. Search for Last Genesis. They should be in the inn, probably right outside the room. Feels like a job interview.
3. Get myself some damned coffee. I ran out 3 days ago and no-one stocks it anymore. Sheesh.


Aura made her way downstairs, squinting at every creak and checking to see if her heavy armour had broken through the floor or not. Alright. Alright. Phew. Aura surveyed the inn from the stairs. People were quietly milling about, looking forlorn and murmuring about last night. It was a lot more somber sight than yesterday. Perhaps it was the shock that numbed everyone from the pain of loss, and only now it was truly sinking in. Aura was a solo player the entire time, so she didn't really "lose" anyone, except for perhaps the people she dragged out of combat.

"Shut up and fight, damn it!"
"This isn't a video game, you don't get to give up!"
"Your teammates are out there! They need you!"


Aura searcehd for the faces of those she had tried to patch up, but she could spot none. "Would have been better if they made it, I guess." Aura said idly to herself. She shifted her shield arm, then came out to greet Willow with a tidied expression. "Morning, Willow. I'm guessing last night didn't work out for you?" Aura noticed the group surrounding Willow, and judged that they were most likely Last Genesis. Aura wasn't sure if Willow wanted to introduce Aura first or not, so she started with the formality.

Olivia didn't open her eyes at first. Rather, she didn't realize she could. She vaguely remembered the oppressive heat that snuffed her breathing, the cheers and screams of the onlookers, and most importantly, the overpowering flame of hatred that burned hotter than anything that she could register on her charring skin. As her vision faded to black, she remembered fixing her gaze with searing, insane vengence against the faces that she once thought she knew.

Like a dream-fog clearing after slumber, Olivia's senses slowly awakened. The gentle breeze, the faint filtered light through her eyelids, and the weight of her own body pressing down against her legs. She was confused. Was she not tied to the stake and roasted by hateful fire and humans alike? Where was the heat, the screams, the pain? Was this a delusion, a desperate attempt by her own heat-suffered mind? Olivia hesitated on her next question. Or was she really a witch, somehow awakened a power, an instinctual grasp at life?

Olivia was afraid to answer her questions...but she did not have to. A foreign tongue spoke out, and without thinking Olivia opened her eyes. She was in a field, surrounded by strangers. Olivia didn't recognize their dress nor their make, but they looked similar to her age, apart from a tiny boy who looked British. The field was wide and open, without a hint of townsfolk or livelihood. It was much like what she had seen in the picture books, but something told Olivia this was far more foreign than Boston.

Olivia was in her nightgown, the one she was wearing when she was... but it didn't look burned or torn. She ran her fingers down her arm, a sensation as real as ever. And apart from her wrists and ankles feeling raw from rope burn, she otherwise felt fine. None of her original questions had tidied answers - and it only drew more and more questions. Where was she? Who were these people?

"Translator Level 1 Acquired!"


Olivia tensed, ready to react to the owner of the voice. All the others started to speak the common tongue, as if on cue with the voice. But before Olivia could question the voice, it spoke again.

"Welcome to Kairelith. Your new life begins here. Please accept the goddess Kaireth's blessing as a commemoration of your arrival. Decide your path. A second chance was given to you by the merciful goddess, use it wisely."


God? Goddess? Olivia could understand the language, but not the message. A new life? What did this all mean? Had she somehow been transported to heaven - Olivia caught herself. Heaven. She thought bitterly. What a foul minded joke. If anything, she had landed in the deepest recesses of hell, where God and Demon was one.

With a bright light, strangers in old-fashioned armour surrounded her and the other kids. Olivia hardly heard the question over her shock of dread, her instincts screaming at her to run. Witch hunters! They were here! Wherever she was, Olivia needed to run, run run...! Olivia breathed out shakily, forcing down waves of desperation with loud logic and steady feet. Swords and antique armour. They weren't Puritan, that was for sure. If anything, they looked like the Inquisition she was told of during her...she didn't know. Previous life? Either way, she couldn't just stand there dumb-struck.

As Olivia opened her mouth to respond, foul creatures emerged as if from no-where. Lupine heads and savage snarls; if Olivia wasn't already stunned by the sheer exoticness of her situation, she would have hollered that the Devil was upon them. But all Olivia could do was creep backwards away from the fighting and try desperately to find a weapon. The world was flying past in a patchwork of haywire cacaphony, but if one thing was clear, the only person on her side was herself.

Olivia searched for an opening where she could grab a dropped weapon. She knew she couldn't fend off the rapid dog-humans, the armoured humans, or the other kids - but she had to do something, if anything but to fend off her own sense of helplessness. A boy beside her muttered strangely under his breath, something about "stats". Perhaps he had gone insane from sheer confusion, and she was about to be too. But steady. Her only weapon right now was calm.
Sorry, starting uni rn and there were some stuff to figure out. I'm working on a post right now so it should be up soon.
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