Emuxe

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I'll be telling my children about this one day.

"And that's the story, kids, of how I lost a character on the second page because he was kinda gross and funny looking."

@Jeyma

You should add a lesson about discrimination in there.

You can hide behind the girls; they'll protect you. xD

Just don't kidnap me if you run.
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Addressing: @Arkaotic

The woman stared at the small diamond that the Nephlim had dropped in her hand, a look of disbelief on her face. Diamonds were a rare sight, only rarely seen outside of The Institute; Skye was sure that only the highest of Nephlim even had access to them. Just who was this man? she wondered.

The man had requested that she'd start a tab on the diamond right before he'd dissapepared in a flash of lightning. "Right, this would buy you drinks for a year..." she muttered under her breath as she momentarily disappeared into the back of the bar, dropping the diamond into a small lockbox in her office.

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Addressing: @Jeyma @Soragoku @SanaChan @Arkaotic

Sophia offered the icy Nephlim her own icy stare after he'd spoken such harsh words of the poor creature that lay by her. How could he say such a thing?! Nephlim were meant to protect life, not leave a poor creature to die! Before she could open her mouth to berate the man, an elvish girl had chimed in, "and what makes you so high and mighty that you get to say such a thing?!" Sophia was pleased that someone was defending the creature.

The farm girl looked down to see the creature perform the most horrifying act: A slimy scarf of blood had choked out of it's mouth, and as the creature rose to it's feet, it forced the rest of it out of his mouth and splattering to the ground. Sophia had to scramble back to avoid being covered in the red filmy substance. The girl picked herself up, simply staring at the strange creature as it spoke: Well, he was certainly right - she did need answers. Just what was he?

The girl couldn't gain the courage to speak as the creature looked him up and down, and Sophia had to hug her arms across her bare stomach, bright red in embarrassment. Due to the small shirt she wore, her stomach was slightly exposed whenever she lifted her arms more than an inch.

Strangely enough, the creature had somehow assumed that she already knew what he was - and he was far from right. She wondered how, but upon looking down, Sophia noticed that the very bottom of her birthmark was uncovered by her skirt. Sophia instantly moved a hand down, pulling the hem of the skirt down a little further to hide it. The girl had pressed her thighs together, in another feeble attempt to cover the seered mark.

"Or maybe... you've already heard of the Fleshspinners."
"The who-what?"

Yet another Nephlim had suddenly joined the crowd, and Sophia had to wonder if there was a warrant on this creature. "By Alithe's wastes what do you think you were doing Fleshspinner? You should be dead!" the Nephlim man had exclaimed: There it was again, fleshspinner.

What was a fleshspinner, anyway? she had to wonder. But by the Nephlim's words, the creatures sounded to be Revenant creatures. Is that why the creature asked if she already knew what he was? Because he saw her birthmark? That was exactly the reason why she hid it - she had nothing to do with the Revenant, and she was only born with the mark. She only hoped that the creature wouldn't bring it up, for if the townsfolk thought she was aligned with Alithe, she'd be chased out of the living Terran lands.

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I haven't decided which yet, but I'M ABOUT TO BITCH SLAP ONE OF THESE NEPHILIMS.

@Jeyma

AT LEAST YOU HAVE TWO GIRLS BEING NICE TO YOU.

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No post for Windleaf this time. Nothing much for her to do. The next post will no doubt have plenty of horsing around to make up for it.

@Jeyma

ONE PUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH

@chukklehed psssst, what rank is he in C-class?

Other than that, he's accepted!

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Addressing: @Jeyma

The ale that dripped from her skirt hardly bothered her - she worked on a farm and was rare that she would be seen not covered in mud. The only thing that bothered her about her situation was the stench of ale; Sophia despised drunks, useless men who would always smell of stale vomit and ale, and she would be damned if she'd smell like one.

Strangely enough, though, a rugged man had immediately approached her. "Oh, poor girl, come with me and I'll get you cleaned up," he spoke, and before she could protest, the man had lifted her into his arms, and was already carrying her toward the stairwell up to the rooms upstairs. "Hey, wait-!" she wailed, squirming and flailing about. Before she knew it, she was placed on a stool in the middle of a dimly lit room. Of course her mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion, and her eyes filled with fear.

As she started to lift herself to run when he'd turned his back to her, the stranger had turned back toward her, a dry set of clothes in hand. Sophia simply blinked a few times in disbelief, her hands gripping tight to the char that she barely sat on. Even stranger, the man had wet the towel he'd set for her and started wiping the alcohol from her face and chest - honestly she felt violated, and her face was bright red. She simply sat there shuddering, too shocked to do anything else. "You can undress and wipe yourself off on your own right? or do I have to do that too?" the man joked, causing Sophia to finally gain the courage to move and speak. The girl flailed, hugging her arms tight around her chest. "I can handle myself, thank you!" she stammered. She was relieved that the man left, leaving her to clean herself up.

She later returned downstairs, wearing a smaller and much tighter version of clothes; her own folded over her arms. The girl looked embarassed, and couldn't leave the bar far enough; she avoided the eyes of the people around her, and had accidentally bumped into two elves in the doorway. "Sorry," she quietly said as she ducked under the two taller being's arms and back out into the street.

She was ripped from her embarrassment by the most soul ripping scream; it startled her, causing her to jump and drop her sticky clothes. Sophia looked about the street, trying to find the source of the scream. A crowd drew her attention, and cautiously, Sophia approached the crowd, slithering through the bodies to see what had they were all staring at: It was the strangest looking creature spasming about on the ground. It had skin white as paste, multiple arms and strange red markings - of course people were terrified.

Sophia too stared for a moment, before she'd finally become fully aware of the situation - the runes were killing him. She knew that she couldn't just let that happen, so Sophia only did the moral thing: The girl rushed forward, tucking her arms under the upper two of his, and pulling as hard as she could back toward the entrance of town. The creature was heavy, but it was no different to her chores on the various farms she worked on.

Within a minute, the girl and elvish-looking creature were back outside of town, beyond the magic-blocking barrier. Sophia had to drop the strange-looking man the few inches to the ground, before dropping to the ground herself, panting hard.

"A-Are you okay? You're not gonna die on me, are you?" she panted out, her exhausted voice filled with concern.

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Addressing: @BubbleGumKing@Arkaotic@Shmektheshmuck

[New Bounties Available]

It was never a dull day in The Silver Swan, and Skye often debated if it was a good or bad thing: Sure, it proved entertaining at times, however, it exhausted the poor woman. The 26-year-old had owned the tavern for 7 years, inheriting it from her late grandfather's will. She stared after the man and girl who had suddenly disappeared upstairs, a brow raised as she wondered if she should go intervene. But before she could leave the back of the bar, the man had returned, immediately clearing her suspicions.

Skye was snapped back to attention by the bard that had been frequenting her bar for the past few nights; she liked the man who filled her inn with the sweetest sound of music. She had zoned out and had completely missed the entire first half of what he'd said to her, only zoning back in when he'd asked if any new bounties had come in. Unfortunately, Skye didn't have the longest of attention spans, and could sometimes even be viewed as scatter-brained.

The barmaid ducked under the counter, flicking through a few pages of papers before straightening up with two wanted posters in her hand:

Bounty One - The Butcher

The Butcher

Wanted: Dead or Alive
Last Seen: South-Eastern Wellborough
Reward: 300gp Dead, 450gp Alive

The butcher has plagued the South-Eastern slums of Wellborough, currently having killed over 20 citizens and all who have attempted to capture him . This killer has no preference or discrimination when choosing his victims, and will murder and mutilate them in the most barbaric ways possible, and will leave the skinned and scattered corpse on the steps of their home.

Suspect is armed and incredibly dangerous - approach at your own risk!

Bounty Two - Udengrad & His Thieves Band

Wanted: Dead
Last Seen: Forests between Wellborough and The Lake
Reward: 180gp

Udengrad

Wanted group of bandits, headed by the Northern man, Udengrad: Constant nuisance to the guard and travellers, mugging all passersby of food and supplies. Will often beat weaker victims for sheer entertainment. Suspects are required to be culled.

Suspects are armed and dangerous, but will not approach anybody who is armed (any more than a dagger or "weak" weapon) themselves.

Bounty Hunters must present Udengrad's bow to the Captain to obtain the reward.

"Take your pick," Skye happily cooed as she placed the bounties on the bar in front of the bard, before darting down to the other end of the bar to the Nephlim man. On her travel over, Skye had plucked a crystal bottle of bourbon and a short glass from the shelves behind the bar, stopping before the man and placing the glass on the bar. Before she knew it, the glass bottle was suddenly pulled from her hand by the loud and friendly man; Skye simply opened and closed her hand a few times, as if in disbelief that it had actually happened.

The boy had poured the Nephlim's drink for him, chivalrous, but Skye still silently pouted as she snatched the bottle back from the boy before extending a dainty hand toward the older man. "That'll be 6 gold pieces," she said gently.

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@Soragoku Thank you! Now if only someone IC could remember his birthday. ;-;

So Gellert is a wolf, owl and frog shapeshifter. Would it make sense for him to 'inherit' notable traits from those animals (enhanced smell/hearing, improbable head-turning and whatever frogs has going for them)?

@Lawful Newtral

Aye, it would.

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But now it's 4:30 AM and I have no chances of sleeping till dawn. You're all stuck with a sleep-deprived writing-hobbyist now, and that's the worst kind.

@Jeyma

Oh god.

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He looked like a gothic clown dressed for winter. "Fear me, mortals!" wasn't half so frightening anymore.

But sometimes, even that masterfully conceived disguise would not hide such a handsomely devilish frame. A few miles into the forestal territory of Wellborough, two oafish patrol guards "accidentally" bumped into him, revealing his twisted form.

He knew exactly what to do: he threw open his cloak, spread his many arms about, and hissed "I shall consume your souls!" He put on a good old show.

Me failing to be funny

@Jeyma

It worked.

And thanks for posting before me, I had nothing else to do really lolol

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I know it was hardly subtle, but in case anyone missed it:

Shertul is freaking the hell out because the anti-magic runes in Wellborough are fucking up the magic in his flesh. He's practically made of magic, so... time for plot.

If anybody wants to save him, now's your chance. If not, I guess I'll have him crawl his way out of the town ALONE AND HELPLESS.

@Jeyma

THE POOR THING I'LL SAVE HIM.

... Somehow.

Wait, the door's open, I can see and RUNRUNRUNMOTHERFUCKER.