Expendable

Tower of Athena! (Anime Fantasy)

Come to think of it, in the context of vampirism, it isn't necessarily a race but more of a status effect. Any race can become a vampire, so I could just have Corvin turned during the course of our adventure. Yeah, that would make sense rather than just have him start as one.

@Vlad Tepes

Thanks, but I'm just another player for this game, should we get more players. Still, it's important to know what a player is looking for in their character.

And when it comes to story, there's nothing quite as impactful as seeing someone living their ordinary life - even as a dungeon delver - only to have something happen to them that forces them to change. Readers can develop quite an empathy for the character that way. Look at Harry Potter - in the first book, we get a good glimpse of his life with the Dursleys, then the letter arrives.

Tower of Athena! (Anime Fantasy)

Well, you know how it is, you wake up in the middle of the night, your neck hurts, you're low on blood, there's this terrible thirst, you've been nipped by the wildlife, a snake has curled up next to you, and a very industrious spider has spun a web in the crook of your arm.

Tower of Athena! (Anime Fantasy)

@Expendable *headdesk* I just now read that.... That's what I get for jumping the gun.

@Vlad Tepes

We all have favorite characters we like to play. Of course, there's always the possibility your character may be jumped by a vampire who invaded a lower floor.

Tower of Athena! (Anime Fantasy)

I thought the only playable race as listed in the OP is human?

OUTLAW SPACE

Iona is a gamma class scout, a synthetic AI from a machine world with a special harden nanite body, based on an epsilon class mining unit or "Eater". It can take an organic sample of a life form, extract that being's DNA, and turn itself into an almost perfect copy of that organic life. It can even project a signal that can fool even the most sophisticated of medical scanners - but for whatever reason, it cannot fool dogs.

It can also transform itself to produce simple weapons, or like its mining ancestor it could just swallow up its target, consuming it.

For reasons only known to itself, it often takes the form of Anna, a young white-haired girl, approximately 13 years old, the first human it was sent to copy (but not consume), the daughter of a military base officer. At some point, Iona befriended the girl, acting as Anna's not-so imaginary friend - and defender.

After its Alpha was destroyed, it has been operating independently. Classification: Rogue.

Tower of Athena! (Anime Fantasy)

Reminds me of Is it Wrong to Try to Pick up Girls in a Dungeon?

I like you start at Bronze.

The Eye of the Needle (where Fantasy and Sci-fi collide)

J'eon the Blacksmith

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J'eon's lips curled and he began to hum, fanning the gift of flame in his hearts to grow. Holding out his hands, tiny pin-pricks of light appeared, swelling into spheres, one of flame, the other of cold

"You will regret this meal, should you survive," he bellowed, throwing the flaming sphere at the nearest, then as it began to writhe with pain, threw the cold sphere and watched as it sucked out the heat from the creature before engulfing it again in flame.

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Jack Mallory

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Jack fired three shots, aiming center of mass as he was taught.
I hope we're still in range for my implants to transmit this back to the ship, he hopes.
"What the hell are these things?" he demanded.

Hearing Eva's cry, he yells back, "My ankle's broke. Defend the others!"

A tendril beast burst out the water, only to get three shots in its face. Or at least Mallory hoped that was its face.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

Ilyana the Half-Human

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At last, this battle is all over! Ilyana grins, bending down to retrieve her cutlass among the bone dust on the floor.

Pain unexpectedly ripped through her left side, making her gasp. There was a bleeding gash on her hip, just below her jerkin, deeper than the other nicks and cuts she'd gotten in battle, like the trickle of blood she could feel from the shallow cut on her cheek. Untying the bandana around her neck, she folds it into a pad and with her left hand, she presses the make-shift bandage on the wound, gritting her teeth as the salt from her sweat made it sting, then knelt down to grab her cutlass. She tried for a moment to slide her sword back into her sheath, but it was too difficult with her other hand trying to keep her from bleeding out.

"Typical," she mutters, resting the tip on the floor and using that to help her upright.

Glancing at the others, Ilyana scowls, the pain making her voice harsh. "Well, what are we standing around here, for? Choirs singing your praises? A medal? Some bit of parchment saying you're heroes?"

She turns, limping slightly towards the ramp she could see through her green eye leading up to the next level, each step sending a fresh wave of pain. "It doesn't help, believe me. Everyone forgets."

"I'm going back to my cart."

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Granny Siri

Lead by the smoke, Granny scowls as she finally caught sight of weird metal tower lying on its side and fox-like Fumiko with an embarrassment of tails, then the seldom-seen Athulwin, for once out of his wagon.

"Well now," she mutters under her breath as she works her way closer, "Iffen 'is lordship sees 'is shadow, does that mean six more weeks of gruel?"

"Well, who's 'urt?" Siri demands loudly as she steps forward. "If an old woman likes meself 'as ta come all this way, I'll be sure someone's 'urting before I goes back!"

The fox-girl looked pale, a little wild in the eyes. And tall, she wasn't used to having to look up. Granny used her cane to point at the metal tower. "You were in that? Miracle you weren't killed. Or did that fall on you?"

Hanging her cane in the crook of her elbow, Granny reachs into her basket and pulls out one of her cookies, then offers it to Fumiko. "You're in shock, dear. Best have a nibble and a sit down."

Closed

There was fried chicken in the galley. FRIED CHICKEN! Probably the most sinful, fattening food there could ever be!

Darya smiled and took a bite, listening to the crackle of the breaded coating as she chews and swallows.

Sweat beaded on her forehead as her smile froze, her gut rippling with cramping muscle and discouraging noises.

"Oh..." she managed, before dashing off for the nearest bathroom.

The door to her cabin slid open. For a moment, Darya stood there, gathering herself, then with a groan she gingerly stepped inside. A glance at the mirror, her clothes were all askew. One might think she'd returned from a wild party, until they got a whiff from her that could choke a goat.

Her stomach growled. With a sigh, she fumbled for the nearest box, pulling out a cold metal bottle of Special Dietary Supplement MLS-2. Somehow she managed to twist off the cap, then her thirst took over, upending the flask. A trickle of red began to run down her cheek. All too soon, it was empty. Darya shook it, then tried tapping the bottom to get one more drop. In frustration, she crushed the metal bottle in her fist, then tossed it towards the waste bin, only to hear it clatter on the floor.

Darya glanced towards the open box, wanting a second - but instead, she staggered over to her rack and slid inside as the fluid churned in her stomach. A tube of her chocolate buttons was there in the book rack, Darya took a few and slipped the tube back to where she found it, then sighed, chewing the chocolate, hoping to drive the foulness from her tastebuds.

How could anything so good taste so incredibly... bad.

Grabbing a throw pillow, she curled herself around it.

Caravan: An Episodic Fantasy with Worldbuilding! [Always Accepting]

"Bloody he..." Ilyana mutters as she swings her silvered cutlass at the wrath's sword arm. Or more pointedly, its elbow.

And the blade stuck.

"Hey!" Ilyana yells, glaring angrily as she yanks hard on the blade's hilt, making the sword it held wave helplessly in the air. "Give that back!"

This thing was so incredibly foul with stench, was this evil? Did she carry a bit of this with her that everyone seem to see?