That was a short-lived character. Anyone know necromancy?
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Hiii, I am Empour. I like roleplaying, but I have some kinda specific tastes. I have been doing this on-and-off for a few years, not always on this site. Be warned, my oldest stuff is exceptionally terrible.
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
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@SepticGentleman @UrbanEvolution
Firelit Alcove
Piper blinked. The description Theresa gave was more or less accurate to what she could remember of the attack.
“They were definitely tall, awkward, and had a weird head, but beyond that I couldn’t really see anything. I don’t think it had any tentacles, though, and any sort of bruises it could have given me would have been healed by the restorative anyway,” She said. It sounded like these two had seen the things that had attacked her before. Perhaps they knew some more about them.
“The things that had attacked us, they attacked during the night. Chumi sensed reasonably powerful magic coming from them, but it shouldn’t have been enough to block his attacks. They moved towards us with a sort of swagger, as though they knew we were helpless against them and they liked that. I could feel this really powerful sense of hatred and disdain coming from them, like they felt we were unclean and should be removed from their sight,” she finished. She wasn’t entirely comfortable giving up this much information, but it could prove critical to gain more information on them, in case she ran into them again. Thinking back on it, her reaction to them was utterly humiliating.
She considered Theresa’s other words, too. So the dragon wasn’t actually her servant- That made her a good deal more fearful of him. Obviously, she could probably defend herself against him, but she had no way to actually, well, fight back. Dragonhide was notoriously impervious to most elemental magics. Perhaps given Chumi’s help she could beat him, but without him, her only option was to flee. The best option was to make sure it never came to that. She grimaced internally, but resolved to ask Ben his story as well. False liking was better than not at all. Even towards a lizard.
“So, um, what about you, Ben? Where’d you come from?” she asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible, despite not actually wanting anything to do with a thieving lizard giant.
Firelit Alcove
Piper blinked. The description Theresa gave was more or less accurate to what she could remember of the attack.
“They were definitely tall, awkward, and had a weird head, but beyond that I couldn’t really see anything. I don’t think it had any tentacles, though, and any sort of bruises it could have given me would have been healed by the restorative anyway,” She said. It sounded like these two had seen the things that had attacked her before. Perhaps they knew some more about them.
“The things that had attacked us, they attacked during the night. Chumi sensed reasonably powerful magic coming from them, but it shouldn’t have been enough to block his attacks. They moved towards us with a sort of swagger, as though they knew we were helpless against them and they liked that. I could feel this really powerful sense of hatred and disdain coming from them, like they felt we were unclean and should be removed from their sight,” she finished. She wasn’t entirely comfortable giving up this much information, but it could prove critical to gain more information on them, in case she ran into them again. Thinking back on it, her reaction to them was utterly humiliating.
She considered Theresa’s other words, too. So the dragon wasn’t actually her servant- That made her a good deal more fearful of him. Obviously, she could probably defend herself against him, but she had no way to actually, well, fight back. Dragonhide was notoriously impervious to most elemental magics. Perhaps given Chumi’s help she could beat him, but without him, her only option was to flee. The best option was to make sure it never came to that. She grimaced internally, but resolved to ask Ben his story as well. False liking was better than not at all. Even towards a lizard.
“So, um, what about you, Ben? Where’d you come from?” she asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible, despite not actually wanting anything to do with a thieving lizard giant.
@UrbanEvolution@SepticGentleman
Cliffside Alcove
Piper watched the brute put what looked like dirty, mangled twigs into the fire. It flared a little, but it was obviously wasn’t going to sustain itself for very long. Why were they using twigs for a fire, anyway?
The dragon, now known as Ben, asked her how she’d come to be shooting out of a geyser. While she wasn’t particularly inclined to prioritize his questions over Theresa’s, she looked like she’d meant to ask the same.
“Okay, so, I’m an explorer. I’m a part of Team Thunderstorm, I came here from Rowanland with Chumi, my partner, looking to map out the, uh,” she said, waving her arms in reference to the place they now sat, “Place we find ourselves in. We were doing fairly well for ourselves, we found some cool stuff and some useful supplies after we headed inland. When we made camp... Last night? Maybe? We went to sleep, but we were attacked in the dead of night by,” She shivered involuntarily, “Something really bad. I didn’t see it clearly, it was really dark. It was big, tall, and evil. It wanted to kill me, I could tell, and I don’t have Chumi’s attunement. Chumi escaped, I think. Anyway, I tried to escape from it- them? There might have been two- and ended up sinking into this really deep waterfall pool,”
She let out a breath. She wanted to make sure she didn’t reveal too much, so that the dragon wouldn’t try to steal rightfully Thunderstorm resources, and it was harder than expected.
“After that, I’m not entirely sure what happened. I think I fell asleep at some point, it was the middle of the night, after all. I woke up somewhere really dark, and when I tried to swim out, something... Went wrong. I have no idea why it happened, but a ton of pressure built up around me, and then all of the sudden I was flying into the air and landed where you found me. That’s all I know,” she finished. Hopefully that would be enough. Maybe she’d tell Theresa the parts she was leaving vague some other time.
The poor fire was dying again, no matter how many of the gnarly twigs that Ben put on it. Piper stood up. She didn’t understand why they were using such awful fuel for the fire, but she was going to go find something better.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, “I’m gonna get a little firewood.”
Outside, the rain was coming down in a wonderful rainstorm. There was no thunder, but the wind was fairly strong. Surprisingly enough, there was some perfectly good firewood piled up against a tree just a short walk from the cave. It was soaked with rainwater, but that was an easy fix. She grabbed what little she could carry, and walked back to the fire.
On the way over, however, she saw something somewhat concerning. Through a gap in the bushes, she could see what looked like a shallow depression in the earth. While minor undulations in the topography were normally such an utter non-issue that they passed from her mind without notice, it was filling with water. Fast. Far, far faster than the rain would have, no matter how thickly it was pouring down. She dropped the two pieces of firewood she’d picked up, and ran over to the newborn pond.
The water that was filling it was coming in via a thick stream from the far side, flowing over the ground from an unknown source. Not only that, but the water itself looked to be having some very peculiar effects on the poor plant life that had originally occupied the ground there. The bushes were growing taller, sprouting countless buds that soon exploded into countless multicolored, glowing flowers. The trees themselves were growing, straightening, and their leaves were turning a vibrant blue.
Piper stepped back. Something wasn’t right here, something wasn’t right at all. She could feel the water, she could feel it glow with warm, thick power. It was as though the water itself was alive. She remembered the first rule of dealing with magical creatures: If you don’t know what it is, it’s probably dangerous. Magical water that makes plants grow was not quite what most would call a magical creature, but neither was a unicorn, if you didn’t know what they were.
The little pond was nearly full already. Piper headed back uphill, to where the cave was. She picked the logs back up, and brought them in. Whatever mysterious creature the life-water was, it looked like it was still bound to the way water flows. She’d be safe uphill with Theresa and the brute.
Now at the entrance to the cave, Piper noticed Ben giving her a murderous glare for whatever reason. A moment’s deduction, and she decided that it was the way she was dripping water all over the remains of his pitiful fire. A spell, and the drippings were gone. Another, and the firewood was the perfect degree of wetness that it doesn’t all burn instantly, but it doesn’t get smoke everywhere either. She carefully placed the logs onto the flickering embers, arranging them in a little cross. The hungry flames greedily spread over the logs, no longer starving for fuel. Piper sat back down on the “bed” she’d been given, which she was now noticing was some sort of furry pelt. It was now also soaked with the water she didn’t bother to expel from herself. She’d dry off the fur later.
“So!” she said, breaking the silence, “I gave you my story, what’s yours?” she asked, mostly directed at Theresa. She’d probably explain her servant here, too, and Piper had no desire to hear the dragon’s voice more than necessary.
Cliffside Alcove
Piper watched the brute put what looked like dirty, mangled twigs into the fire. It flared a little, but it was obviously wasn’t going to sustain itself for very long. Why were they using twigs for a fire, anyway?
The dragon, now known as Ben, asked her how she’d come to be shooting out of a geyser. While she wasn’t particularly inclined to prioritize his questions over Theresa’s, she looked like she’d meant to ask the same.
“Okay, so, I’m an explorer. I’m a part of Team Thunderstorm, I came here from Rowanland with Chumi, my partner, looking to map out the, uh,” she said, waving her arms in reference to the place they now sat, “Place we find ourselves in. We were doing fairly well for ourselves, we found some cool stuff and some useful supplies after we headed inland. When we made camp... Last night? Maybe? We went to sleep, but we were attacked in the dead of night by,” She shivered involuntarily, “Something really bad. I didn’t see it clearly, it was really dark. It was big, tall, and evil. It wanted to kill me, I could tell, and I don’t have Chumi’s attunement. Chumi escaped, I think. Anyway, I tried to escape from it- them? There might have been two- and ended up sinking into this really deep waterfall pool,”
She let out a breath. She wanted to make sure she didn’t reveal too much, so that the dragon wouldn’t try to steal rightfully Thunderstorm resources, and it was harder than expected.
“After that, I’m not entirely sure what happened. I think I fell asleep at some point, it was the middle of the night, after all. I woke up somewhere really dark, and when I tried to swim out, something... Went wrong. I have no idea why it happened, but a ton of pressure built up around me, and then all of the sudden I was flying into the air and landed where you found me. That’s all I know,” she finished. Hopefully that would be enough. Maybe she’d tell Theresa the parts she was leaving vague some other time.
The poor fire was dying again, no matter how many of the gnarly twigs that Ben put on it. Piper stood up. She didn’t understand why they were using such awful fuel for the fire, but she was going to go find something better.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, “I’m gonna get a little firewood.”
Outside, the rain was coming down in a wonderful rainstorm. There was no thunder, but the wind was fairly strong. Surprisingly enough, there was some perfectly good firewood piled up against a tree just a short walk from the cave. It was soaked with rainwater, but that was an easy fix. She grabbed what little she could carry, and walked back to the fire.
On the way over, however, she saw something somewhat concerning. Through a gap in the bushes, she could see what looked like a shallow depression in the earth. While minor undulations in the topography were normally such an utter non-issue that they passed from her mind without notice, it was filling with water. Fast. Far, far faster than the rain would have, no matter how thickly it was pouring down. She dropped the two pieces of firewood she’d picked up, and ran over to the newborn pond.
The water that was filling it was coming in via a thick stream from the far side, flowing over the ground from an unknown source. Not only that, but the water itself looked to be having some very peculiar effects on the poor plant life that had originally occupied the ground there. The bushes were growing taller, sprouting countless buds that soon exploded into countless multicolored, glowing flowers. The trees themselves were growing, straightening, and their leaves were turning a vibrant blue.
Piper stepped back. Something wasn’t right here, something wasn’t right at all. She could feel the water, she could feel it glow with warm, thick power. It was as though the water itself was alive. She remembered the first rule of dealing with magical creatures: If you don’t know what it is, it’s probably dangerous. Magical water that makes plants grow was not quite what most would call a magical creature, but neither was a unicorn, if you didn’t know what they were.
The little pond was nearly full already. Piper headed back uphill, to where the cave was. She picked the logs back up, and brought them in. Whatever mysterious creature the life-water was, it looked like it was still bound to the way water flows. She’d be safe uphill with Theresa and the brute.
Now at the entrance to the cave, Piper noticed Ben giving her a murderous glare for whatever reason. A moment’s deduction, and she decided that it was the way she was dripping water all over the remains of his pitiful fire. A spell, and the drippings were gone. Another, and the firewood was the perfect degree of wetness that it doesn’t all burn instantly, but it doesn’t get smoke everywhere either. She carefully placed the logs onto the flickering embers, arranging them in a little cross. The hungry flames greedily spread over the logs, no longer starving for fuel. Piper sat back down on the “bed” she’d been given, which she was now noticing was some sort of furry pelt. It was now also soaked with the water she didn’t bother to expel from herself. She’d dry off the fur later.
“So!” she said, breaking the silence, “I gave you my story, what’s yours?” she asked, mostly directed at Theresa. She’d probably explain her servant here, too, and Piper had no desire to hear the dragon’s voice more than necessary.
Here's a picture of Hatty I drew on a white board. Couldn't get the trident right so I just replaced it with a crescent.
Cliffside Alcove
The red-haired nice voice was a pleasant bit of sanity, given recent events. Piper wasn’t used to being alone for so long. It was also a relief to know that not only had the giant snake not eaten her, but that it was her servant, or pet or something. It could talk, too. Was he a magical snake? He had to be, if he managed to get her wand off of her. Thank goodness it wasn’t broken. She didn’t trust some idiot snake that would steal something from her at a moment’s notice not to break it. It was reinforced by means she knew not, but it was still irreplaceably valuable.
Piper reached into the hat, when it stopped hugging her face. Out popped a little green flask, and a cup of matching color. She poured the fluid within the flask into the cup, and laborously swirled it with her wand. The color of the potion within soon changed from a dull brown to a vibrant red, at which point she withdrew the wand and drank the cup in one gulp.
The drink burnt a little at first, but the feeling was soon replaced with an incredibly pleasant feeling of cool, wonderful relief. She could feel the pain from the bruises wash away within seconds, and soon she was able to sit up. She stored the flask and cup back in Hatty, and returned him to her head. Then, she looked around.
Before her sat an absolutely titanic humanoid dragon monster in ragged clothes, and a much more reasonably sized young woman with brilliant red hair and well-kept, warm looking armored clothes. It was obvious who was in charge here. They were sitting in a shallow cave, huddled around a fire that was barely clinging to life.
Piper looked at the woman, taking her time to answer her. Was she okay? She certainly felt okay after that restorative, but she was alone in an unknown cave with a competent-looking warrior of some sort, and her thieving dragon brute of a servant. She looked around a bit more, now having regained full use of her head-moving abilities. She was still in the pajamas from last night, which were filthy with mud at this point and rather ragged. She’d left all of her other clothes back at the camp before the monsters had attacked, alongside her sword and skillet. She was okay, but she wouldn’t last long running around without the stuff back at the camp.
“Um, yeah, I’m okay now. Thank you for getting my things,” She said, “What’s your name? I’m Piper, the stor- er, Piper,” She’d almost introduced herself as she did when together with Chumi, which was practically all the time. She didn’t like being without him.
@SepticGentleman @UrbanEvolution
The red-haired nice voice was a pleasant bit of sanity, given recent events. Piper wasn’t used to being alone for so long. It was also a relief to know that not only had the giant snake not eaten her, but that it was her servant, or pet or something. It could talk, too. Was he a magical snake? He had to be, if he managed to get her wand off of her. Thank goodness it wasn’t broken. She didn’t trust some idiot snake that would steal something from her at a moment’s notice not to break it. It was reinforced by means she knew not, but it was still irreplaceably valuable.
Piper reached into the hat, when it stopped hugging her face. Out popped a little green flask, and a cup of matching color. She poured the fluid within the flask into the cup, and laborously swirled it with her wand. The color of the potion within soon changed from a dull brown to a vibrant red, at which point she withdrew the wand and drank the cup in one gulp.
The drink burnt a little at first, but the feeling was soon replaced with an incredibly pleasant feeling of cool, wonderful relief. She could feel the pain from the bruises wash away within seconds, and soon she was able to sit up. She stored the flask and cup back in Hatty, and returned him to her head. Then, she looked around.
Before her sat an absolutely titanic humanoid dragon monster in ragged clothes, and a much more reasonably sized young woman with brilliant red hair and well-kept, warm looking armored clothes. It was obvious who was in charge here. They were sitting in a shallow cave, huddled around a fire that was barely clinging to life.
Piper looked at the woman, taking her time to answer her. Was she okay? She certainly felt okay after that restorative, but she was alone in an unknown cave with a competent-looking warrior of some sort, and her thieving dragon brute of a servant. She looked around a bit more, now having regained full use of her head-moving abilities. She was still in the pajamas from last night, which were filthy with mud at this point and rather ragged. She’d left all of her other clothes back at the camp before the monsters had attacked, alongside her sword and skillet. She was okay, but she wouldn’t last long running around without the stuff back at the camp.
“Um, yeah, I’m okay now. Thank you for getting my things,” She said, “What’s your name? I’m Piper, the stor- er, Piper,” She’d almost introduced herself as she did when together with Chumi, which was practically all the time. She didn’t like being without him.
@SepticGentleman @UrbanEvolution
Will be away from internet for a few hours, will post later today when I can.
@SepticGentleman@UrbanEvolution
Very Uncomfortable Bed
Piper stared. Snake. There was a snake on the ground below her. A trickle of fear ran through her.
She couldn’t quite tell where the snake ended- she couldn’t see anything below the hard fabric she was on. The snake looked like it was asleep, which was a relief. Sleeping snakes wouldn’t bite her. There was a smoky smell. Fire? She couldn’t recall how she’d come to be on a terribly uncomfortable bed with a fire nearby and a snake under it. She tried to move, but it hurt. It felt as though she was bruised everywhere but her head. She’d packed something for this, though. A restorative potion, she just needed to reach in her hat and-
Wait, where was the hat? She didn’t feel anything at all. It wasn’t there. Where had it gone? She turned her head a bit. She was in some sort of cave, with a dying fire nearby. The outside could be seen, it was raining. Raining. Rain was nice. Rain made her feel relaxed, and helped her heal faster and better. One of the perks of being a water witch.
Try as she might, though, she couldn’t find her hat. It wasn’t on the ground near her. Perhaps the snake had eaten it. She hoped not. She rather liked Hatty. He was useful.
“Hatty? Where are you?” she squeaked out. Her voice was a little higher than usual. Maybe it was from being underwater so long. Something shifted behind her. Was Hatty back there? She couldn’t tell, she wouldn’t be able to move that much until she got that restorative out and activated it. Speaking of-
Hang on, her wand was gone, too! The entire holster was missing. She stared at her unusually blank arm. Where had it gone? Had it been ripped out in the watery spinning nonsense she’d been subjected to?
She froze. The snake had moved, and her bed shifted a bit too. Was the snake so big that it could move her bed all on its own? Oh no. A snake that big could outright eat her. Dying by poison was preferable to being eaten alive. She knew this. She’d asked a few ghosts before.
“Oh no...” she said, almost a whisper. She didn’t want the snake to hear her. Where was the person that had brought her here? Maybe they could protect her. Wait, had the snake already eaten them, too? Maybe that was why the fire was dying. She was defenseless without her wand and hat, too.
Very Uncomfortable Bed
Piper stared. Snake. There was a snake on the ground below her. A trickle of fear ran through her.
She couldn’t quite tell where the snake ended- she couldn’t see anything below the hard fabric she was on. The snake looked like it was asleep, which was a relief. Sleeping snakes wouldn’t bite her. There was a smoky smell. Fire? She couldn’t recall how she’d come to be on a terribly uncomfortable bed with a fire nearby and a snake under it. She tried to move, but it hurt. It felt as though she was bruised everywhere but her head. She’d packed something for this, though. A restorative potion, she just needed to reach in her hat and-
Wait, where was the hat? She didn’t feel anything at all. It wasn’t there. Where had it gone? She turned her head a bit. She was in some sort of cave, with a dying fire nearby. The outside could be seen, it was raining. Raining. Rain was nice. Rain made her feel relaxed, and helped her heal faster and better. One of the perks of being a water witch.
Try as she might, though, she couldn’t find her hat. It wasn’t on the ground near her. Perhaps the snake had eaten it. She hoped not. She rather liked Hatty. He was useful.
“Hatty? Where are you?” she squeaked out. Her voice was a little higher than usual. Maybe it was from being underwater so long. Something shifted behind her. Was Hatty back there? She couldn’t tell, she wouldn’t be able to move that much until she got that restorative out and activated it. Speaking of-
Hang on, her wand was gone, too! The entire holster was missing. She stared at her unusually blank arm. Where had it gone? Had it been ripped out in the watery spinning nonsense she’d been subjected to?
She froze. The snake had moved, and her bed shifted a bit too. Was the snake so big that it could move her bed all on its own? Oh no. A snake that big could outright eat her. Dying by poison was preferable to being eaten alive. She knew this. She’d asked a few ghosts before.
“Oh no...” she said, almost a whisper. She didn’t want the snake to hear her. Where was the person that had brought her here? Maybe they could protect her. Wait, had the snake already eaten them, too? Maybe that was why the fire was dying. She was defenseless without her wand and hat, too.
I'm guessing this one is by you, @SepticGentleman
Ben and Theresa for Piper at first, though she might get teleported back to Chumi after he's been given some snazzy new wiggling ankle hair and the vigils stop chasing him. Chumi gets the vigils for now, then he'll stumble across that barbarian encampment Gerald and the Richards ran into. Maybe. Probably. Maybe I'll have Piper use the team-roll-call orb instead. It's still up in the air, for now!
Also, it was really Piper who abandoned Chumi, what with her inability to face horrific nightmare giants. I'm sure that if she was a little bit less of a wuss, they totally could have taken them on.
Also, it was really Piper who abandoned Chumi, what with her inability to face horrific nightmare giants. I'm sure that if she was a little bit less of a wuss, they totally could have taken them on.
To clarify Piper's position, since I was fairly limited given her perspective of being thrown around in an underground magical whirlpool and then shot out a brand new watery crack in the world:
Piper is currently lying unconscious next to a cold geyser, which glows with a wondrously bright magical light from within. She lying face up on the ground, being washed over with the water from the geyser. Her hat can be found on top of a fallen tree nearby, and is currently waving one of its long tassel thingies around in the air, with the other pointed towards Piper. Piper is in pajamas. The geyser is creating somewhat of a flood, and does not show signs of stopping. Her general location is in the middle of an unnamed woodland, nearby to where Theresa and Ben are camped out. The earthquake, scream, and burst of light caused by the opening of the geyser may cause for unwanted attention. It's starting to rain.
Also, had a question. Do the vigils know Piper's still alive, or do they think she's been "taken care of" thanks to what looks like suicide by drowning? I'd like to see their perspective on what happened in the dark at the waterfall clearing.
Piper is currently lying unconscious next to a cold geyser, which glows with a wondrously bright magical light from within. She lying face up on the ground, being washed over with the water from the geyser. Her hat can be found on top of a fallen tree nearby, and is currently waving one of its long tassel thingies around in the air, with the other pointed towards Piper. Piper is in pajamas. The geyser is creating somewhat of a flood, and does not show signs of stopping. Her general location is in the middle of an unnamed woodland, nearby to where Theresa and Ben are camped out. The earthquake, scream, and burst of light caused by the opening of the geyser may cause for unwanted attention. It's starting to rain.
Also, had a question. Do the vigils know Piper's still alive, or do they think she's been "taken care of" thanks to what looks like suicide by drowning? I'd like to see their perspective on what happened in the dark at the waterfall clearing.
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