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Yeah sure. Eager for another naked short man?
Yea. You want in on it?
For someone in a position of power, Rullphana appeared quite young. Perhaps it was simply something he’d have to grow accustomed to however, when Isidore had yet to encounter any Uruthan or Sirithen who looked ‘aged’. He had raised a brow when the girl from the smithery called Augusta an ‘old hag’, and maintained that look of slight surprise when it was mentioned that the prince had been just as raucous as a child. Perhaps it was simply puberty though. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen a kid grow from being cheerful and upbeat to perpetually sullen and touchy. Well, dwarvish blood or not, it’d do for Augusta to grow some thicker skin anyhow.
“Don’t mind it too much, Augusta,” Isidore said, his tone light and measured. “Every adult’s old in the eyes of an adolescent.” There was little point in expecting any deference from a youngster, after all. For all their deeds and all they’ve slain, neither Augusta nor himself had any reason in this society to be respected for.
“And yes. I would be interested in some proper instruction in magic. It would be even better if we could observe some of your experimentations with this seed,” he continued, settling his gaze upon Rullphana's own. “However, not that I doubt the word of someone associated closely with Vasserasa, but do you have this…deal cemented upon a written contract? Or is this not done around these parts?”
The dark-haired youth reached within his cloak to retrieve the demon seed but did not hand it over yet.
“As I wasn’t present during this deal, it would be good to have all of us on the same page here.”
Mm, so in general, it's still expected that everyone's characters are on the same time and will be partying together (so whatever social/occupational obligations they have will take somewhat of a backseat)?
Also, noticed a bit of a discrepancy between when everyone's popped into the new world. I'm guessing that's just a side effect of everyone having different methods of getting isekai'd?
Also, noticed a bit of a discrepancy between when everyone's popped into the new world. I'm guessing that's just a side effect of everyone having different methods of getting isekai'd?
Mm, I guess the main thing I'm wondering about right now is that, as a consequence of everyone being a major player belonging to a different faction, whether the RP will advance largely with people going about doing their own business (so PC-PC interaction would more commonly be through the effects individual PC actions have upon the world) or if there's the expectation that they'll eventually all be partying together.
Just a couple of questions.
How powerful is an average mage in this world? There's a couple of characters with the ability to teleport; is space manipulation a common sort of tech? What exactly are the mechanics of magic (as understood by the natives) in this universe? Are we talking about the fairly rigid 'incantation + ritual' combination of more traditional fantasy? Or the more natural superpower-esque stuff from action-fantasy stories? Do we come in with the sorta general isekai cheat powers that people usually snag? What sorta religions are prevalent in this world anyhow? And are the gods real, or just cultural constructs?
Also, considering how characters seem to all be major players in some way, do we have control of the NPCs around us, or would the GMs be handling all PC-NPC interactions?
How powerful is an average mage in this world? There's a couple of characters with the ability to teleport; is space manipulation a common sort of tech? What exactly are the mechanics of magic (as understood by the natives) in this universe? Are we talking about the fairly rigid 'incantation + ritual' combination of more traditional fantasy? Or the more natural superpower-esque stuff from action-fantasy stories? Do we come in with the sorta general isekai cheat powers that people usually snag? What sorta religions are prevalent in this world anyhow? And are the gods real, or just cultural constructs?
Also, considering how characters seem to all be major players in some way, do we have control of the NPCs around us, or would the GMs be handling all PC-NPC interactions?
Mm, could you update the first post of this OOC with all those hider'd blocks of information you've got in your interest check? Thanks.
“Oh, fancy Nuclei you’ve got there,” the mud-drenched warrior said as Raime’s trump card was revealed, maintaining his grip on Amulak even as the mage blasted out another salvo of arcane power. The Darkness element seeped underneath the mud like some sort of virus, undoubtedly dropping their max HP by 74, but the actual damage dealt didn’t even so much as warrant a response from them. Any magic user’s offensive spells were dependent upon the amount of MP consumed, and while certain passives like Mana Control allowed one to ‘upcast’ their early-level spells, that wasn’t enough for Amulak to do significant damage. 24 MP’s worth of power was good for whacking low-level mobs, but hardly noteworthy against the physical behemoth that pinned him against a wall.
Certainly, it wasn’t even enough for them to stop talking. “And yeah, I’m a fucking Immortal. Ya know? Like what that wall-crashing dunce said?” They laughed again, this time at Klein’s relatively slow approach, more like the crawling of a tank through muddy trenches than the roaring charge of a semi-truck. It did enough to add another element of chaos to the scuffle though; Raime now certainly didn’t have a clear shot on the nameless player.
Ames’ flaming shield didn’t operate linearly though. Arcing through the air, the spirit-seeped disc swept for the warrior’s head, only for Amulak’s own body to be swung towards it. With an anti-climatic ‘thwack’, the disc bounced off the necromancer’s head, dealing 0 damage thanks to friendly fire mechanics. Klein soon ended up against that same wall, his shoulder slamming into the ragdolled mage’s back like a bull through a matador’s cape: Amulak went swinging back, while Klein ended up almost plastering the wall behind. Throughout all this, the mud-drenched warrior remained bemused and lightfooted.
“Wait, cut it out? I dunno where ya got your maths from, but I’m counting six of you and one of me. Disorderly six with shit builds and no organization, but still. C’mon. Yah think I wouldn’t go ape shit immediately with these numbers?” They hefted their chopper on their shoulder, as if contemplating just beheading Amulak before he cast any other annoying spells. “Extremely freaking suspicious is pretty rude too, y’know? Like, hello? Maybe I came down here to fulfill a goddamn class requirement? And then, after I get out, I’m greeted by you six goobers who decide it’s PKing time? Like, sure, it’s a game, and it’s no hard feels if you really wanna kill someone playin’ solo, but wow, don’t pretend you’ve got some moral high ground for this.”
They brushed some of the mud out of their right eye, revealing a pale tapestry of patchwork skin, spliced together with stitches.
“So hey, make up your goddamn minds already. We fightin’ fighting, or ya wanna go apologize to me and then get back to whatever quest you’re doing before?”
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
The afternoon sun warmed her clammy flesh in a way that exercise couldn’t as Ari rested on the rock. There was a numbness to her legs after so long on the road, a pleasant buzz that came with thoughtless physical activity. In a way, nothing much really happened this day, outside of some nice scenery and some tense encounters with monsters. It was very much like the Stranding-type games that got popular a decade or so ago, a slice-of-life experience that was so very similar, yet different, to her own life in Malaysia. The quiet buzz of the small village sounded around her; the sloshing of water, the crackling of woodfire stoves, the muted laughter of children, the off-pitch song of an old woman. Ten meters away, a bird she didn’t recognize, one with distractingly yellow-and-green plumage, hopped up and down upon the branches of an evergreen tree, its trunk warped and bent like a hunchback.
In the north, she could see clouds forming over the tops of distant mountain ranges. From the south, the wind carried with it the faint aroma of rust and sweetness. Man-Joji had disappeared into one of the larger huts, the others had gone off to explore and do some trading (though Vator was dragged away by the other two for it). A lone child, scruffy haired and wearing a kimono two sizes too large for their frame, crouched by the river, a fishing rod in hand and an empty bucket beside them. Occasionally, they skirted glances towards the non-human entity lounging on the rock beside an outsider’s wagon, but they turned away whenever Ari’s own gaze turned towards them.
Shin-Jia was a quiet village with little to take note of, the nighttime chills encouraging most to simple hunker back down into their homes. There appeared to be plenty of opportunity for her to do her sleuthing.
@GreenGoat
Certainly, it wasn’t even enough for them to stop talking. “And yeah, I’m a fucking Immortal. Ya know? Like what that wall-crashing dunce said?” They laughed again, this time at Klein’s relatively slow approach, more like the crawling of a tank through muddy trenches than the roaring charge of a semi-truck. It did enough to add another element of chaos to the scuffle though; Raime now certainly didn’t have a clear shot on the nameless player.
Ames’ flaming shield didn’t operate linearly though. Arcing through the air, the spirit-seeped disc swept for the warrior’s head, only for Amulak’s own body to be swung towards it. With an anti-climatic ‘thwack’, the disc bounced off the necromancer’s head, dealing 0 damage thanks to friendly fire mechanics. Klein soon ended up against that same wall, his shoulder slamming into the ragdolled mage’s back like a bull through a matador’s cape: Amulak went swinging back, while Klein ended up almost plastering the wall behind. Throughout all this, the mud-drenched warrior remained bemused and lightfooted.
“Wait, cut it out? I dunno where ya got your maths from, but I’m counting six of you and one of me. Disorderly six with shit builds and no organization, but still. C’mon. Yah think I wouldn’t go ape shit immediately with these numbers?” They hefted their chopper on their shoulder, as if contemplating just beheading Amulak before he cast any other annoying spells. “Extremely freaking suspicious is pretty rude too, y’know? Like, hello? Maybe I came down here to fulfill a goddamn class requirement? And then, after I get out, I’m greeted by you six goobers who decide it’s PKing time? Like, sure, it’s a game, and it’s no hard feels if you really wanna kill someone playin’ solo, but wow, don’t pretend you’ve got some moral high ground for this.”
They brushed some of the mud out of their right eye, revealing a pale tapestry of patchwork skin, spliced together with stitches.
“So hey, make up your goddamn minds already. We fightin’ fighting, or ya wanna go apologize to me and then get back to whatever quest you’re doing before?”
@Shovel@Searat@Psyker Landshark@OwO@Yankee
The afternoon sun warmed her clammy flesh in a way that exercise couldn’t as Ari rested on the rock. There was a numbness to her legs after so long on the road, a pleasant buzz that came with thoughtless physical activity. In a way, nothing much really happened this day, outside of some nice scenery and some tense encounters with monsters. It was very much like the Stranding-type games that got popular a decade or so ago, a slice-of-life experience that was so very similar, yet different, to her own life in Malaysia. The quiet buzz of the small village sounded around her; the sloshing of water, the crackling of woodfire stoves, the muted laughter of children, the off-pitch song of an old woman. Ten meters away, a bird she didn’t recognize, one with distractingly yellow-and-green plumage, hopped up and down upon the branches of an evergreen tree, its trunk warped and bent like a hunchback.
In the north, she could see clouds forming over the tops of distant mountain ranges. From the south, the wind carried with it the faint aroma of rust and sweetness. Man-Joji had disappeared into one of the larger huts, the others had gone off to explore and do some trading (though Vator was dragged away by the other two for it). A lone child, scruffy haired and wearing a kimono two sizes too large for their frame, crouched by the river, a fishing rod in hand and an empty bucket beside them. Occasionally, they skirted glances towards the non-human entity lounging on the rock beside an outsider’s wagon, but they turned away whenever Ari’s own gaze turned towards them.
Shin-Jia was a quiet village with little to take note of, the nighttime chills encouraging most to simple hunker back down into their homes. There appeared to be plenty of opportunity for her to do her sleuthing.
@GreenGoat
So Firebeard was likely a second-tier, hm? He’ll have to convene with Otti at a latter time then, to get a grasp of just how wide or tall this social pyramid looked like. Another monarchial society though, perhaps with stricter observations of hierarchy than what was within Gloomhaven. It’d be good to visit some time. Perhaps unavoidable if they were to guarantee Leuca’s long-term safety.
Isidore looked towards Sorcha. “My work has been pro bono so far, but now…I’ll expect proper compensation for my services.” He clasped his hands together. “Such matters can be left for another time though.”
He stood up, nodded once towards Leuca, then said to Augusta, “Yes. Shall we?”
And with that, Isidore opened the door for the reincarnated Sirithen, before following her out. He had no intention of being left out of a potentially illuminating discussion with Vasserasa’s advisor, after all, especially not when the matter of demons pertained to them both.
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