Guy0fV4lor

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

I can't post until Valor does. It is his introduction after all.

@Tally Dor

Lifes been kicking me in the balls, sorry bout that

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

I'll try to have something up today

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Someone be a dear and PM Guy the link pls.

@Dark Cloud

I'm still in need of that link if anybody is willing to hook me up.

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

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Name: Ẽ̵̪̾͊̒R̵̨͓̈́Ŗ̷̩͈̄̌͘.̶̣̒͜Ḋ̵̬͖̖͚̕A̶̖͓͉͛͝T̸̬̕̚A̵̖̱͛̾̿̚͜N̴̨̨͈̞̐̑Ö̸̗́͊̌T̴̼̑F̷̡͚̮̦̏̊̈Ȯ̵͉͇̮̐Ǔ̷̧͎̠́̅ͅN̷̩̘̅̆͜D̶̜̳͕͐

Alias/Nicknames: 'Scraps'

Race: Lesser Arcane Construct/Automaton (Does not eat, sleep, bleed or breathe. Body composed entirely of nonliving material. Can incorporate any nonliving material to replace missing or damaged parts. Has a single vital bodily component known as it's 'core' which is a glowing crystal sphere wrapped in protective iron bands that it keeps well-hidden inside it's body.

Gender: None (But will definitely be Male later on)

Background: Once the passion project of an Ancient Lich that made an entire wing of Everdark his home, the initial purpose of Scraps' existence had all but been lost during the last raid-- it's history left buried with the remains of it's creator's sanctum under tons of collapsed stone. It's core heavily damaged and with it's memory in shambles, [UNIT 00] clawed it's way out of the rubble that remained of it's creator's wing-- repairing it's crumbling body with whatever compatible material it could find... Thus began the automaton's journey; a shadow of what it had been intended to be, endlessly searching for purpose within the labyrinthine caverns of Everdark.

Personality: Scraps, or [UNIT 00] (as it refers to itself) is an intensely curious thing; ever searching for more information, ever watching of Everdark's inhabitants, ever learning. Though Scraps may not have what most might call a true personality (yet), the little machine is known for wandering the halls of Everdark aimlessly, often following passers-by just to watch what they might do-- and later emulate behaviors it finds beneficial.

Appearance:

(Just picture the above reference as 2 feet tall, far less glow-y in the torso, and looking like its made outta random pieces of junk)

Skills:
Combat Skill: [Reinforcement Subroutine] (In sticky situations Scraps can use magic to temporarily strengthen the durability of it's bodily components
Non-Combat Skill: [Self-Repair Protocol]

Possessions: N̸U̵L̶L̷

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Dark Cloud The way I imagined it working would is that the Core basically deploys a network of needle-thin crystalline veins (that have prehensile motion) into nonliving materials that it deems usable in order to "attach" them.

It wont use gravel or particulates, or anything like that. It has to be CHUNKY (figuratively ofc).

The only thing it CANT use its repair skill on is the core itself-- which essentially functions as its brain and heart combined.

Its not repair like welding-- its more like swapping pieces in and out as they break or wear down. Does that make sense?

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Dark Cloud How's this?

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Name: Ẽ̵̪̾͊̒R̵̨͓̈́Ŗ̷̩͈̄̌͘.̶̣̒͜Ḋ̵̬͖̖͚̕A̶̖͓͉͛͝T̸̬̕̚A̵̖̱͛̾̿̚͜N̴̨̨͈̞̐̑Ö̸̗́͊̌T̴̼̑F̷̡͚̮̦̏̊̈Ȯ̵͉͇̮̐Ǔ̷̧͎̠́̅ͅN̷̩̘̅̆͜D̶̜̳͕͐

Alias/Nicknames: 'Scraps'

Race: Lesser Arcane Construct/Automaton (Does not eat, sleep, bleed or breathe. Body composed entirely of nonliving material. Can incorporate any nonliving material to replace missing or damaged parts. Has a single vital bodily component known as it's 'core' which is a glowing crystal sphere wrapped in protective iron bands that it keeps well-hidden inside it's body.

Gender: None (But will definitely be Male later on)

Background: Once the passion project of an Ancient Lich that made an entire wing of Everdark his home, the initial purpose of Scraps' existence had all but been lost during the last raid-- it's history left buried with the remains of it's creator's sanctum under tons of collapsed stone. It's core heavily damaged and with it's memory in shambles, [UNIT 00] clawed it's way out of the rubble that remained of it's creator's wing-- repairing it's crumbling body with whatever compatible material it could find... Thus began the automaton's journey; a shadow of what it had been intended to be, endlessly searching for purpose within the labyrinthine caverns of Everdark.

Personality: Scraps, or [UNIT 00] (as it refers to itself) is an intensely curious thing; ever searching for more information, ever watching of Everdark's inhabitants, ever learning. Though Scraps may not have what most might call a true personality (yet), the little machine is known for wandering the halls of Everdark aimlessly, often following passers-by just to watch what they might do-- and later emulate behaviors it finds beneficial.

Appearance:

(Just picture the above reference as 2 feet tall, far less glow-y in the torso, and looking like its made outta random pieces of junk)

Skills:
Combat Skill: [Reinforcement Subroutine] (In sticky situations Scraps can use magic to temporarily strengthen the durability of it's bodily components
Non-Combat Skill: [Self-Repair Protocol]

Possessions: N̸U̵L̶L̷

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

@Guy0fV4lor Where your sheet at my guy?

@Dark Cloud

I'm actually writing it right now lmao.

Been busy af this week and having a single PC to share between 5 people has not afforded me much of a chance to try and write the damn thing.

Everdark: the Dungeon Monster RP (Closed)

Ohoho... I like how this looks. You still accepting more people @Dark Cloud?

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Rune_Alchemist

"Can't manhandle yah? Damn! That's why aye called yeh over-- just wanted tah tossed yah round' ah bit!" Don jabbed back at the dwarven girl with a hearty laugh as she made her way over to him. "Nah, aye need yer help diggin' somethin' up. Eht's real big, might be buried, could have somethin' prowlin' around nearby with ah hankerin' fer manflesh. I remember yah sayin' yeh fought shite down in th' mines back home, so aye know yeh can hold yer own-- plus aye think some dwarven expertise might be ah good idea tah bring... Now this job's very time sensitive so if yer comin' with meh go git yer gear on, grab ah few torches, an aye can explain th' specifics to yah on tha way over. Don't worreh bout' askin' permission cus' aye've alreadeh got ah deal goin where aye'm allowed tah borrow yer help from Mie.

A soft grunt escaped Donovan as he climbed onto the driver's seat of the first wagon and took hold of the Kamaitachi's reigns, "So Eirhild, yah gonna be comin' with meh? Or yah gonna stay here?"

"Sense of humor, dont'cha?" Eirhild laughed heartily, but would soon fall silent as Donovan went to explain why he was looking for her. Soon, her eyes would light up with curiosity, especially at the notion of digging or otherwise finding what sounded to her, like treasure of some sort. "Treasure huh? Not a dwarf alive or dead that'd pass up an opportunity! Lemme get my things. Back in a flash!" The dwarf would run back into the camp, and be gone for only a handful of minutes before she was back in her usual travel gear, sword at her side and what seemed to be a belt of other tools. Pickaxe, hammer, and a manner of other things.

"Ready when you are, then!"

"Haha! That's th' spirit lass! Off we go then!" Donovan chuckled, offering a hand to help the dwarf onto the seat beside him. Once Eirhild was settled nicely in her seat, Don would urge the Kamaitachi forward with a gentle whip of the reigns. Once the pair had made it out of Mie's camp and were a decent bit toward their destination Donovan would glance over his back to check if they were being tailed by anyone before facing forward and letting out a deep sigh. "Arright Eirhild. Sorreh aye couldn't fill yah in on things back in th' camp, but there ain't many folk aye can trust right now an' the what we're retrievin' an' why we're gettin' et just ain't somethin' aye want pryin' ears hearin' at tha moment--"

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"-- That's about everehthin' aye know at the moment. Hell, though what we're diggin' up ain't th' typical kind ah treasure yeh'd look fer, aye doubt et's anythin' yah'd encounter more n' once ah lifetime... Ah! Ere' we are!"

Steering the Kamaitachi off the main road, Donovan stopped the wagons a good twenty feet from the cliff's edge. The smooth, inky surface of the the obelisk poised at the cliff's edge was just as he remembered it two days prior. Though it certainly wasn't something to complain about, the man honestly wondered how such an out of place piece of stonework didn't garner far more attention. Regardless, most folk leaving the damn thing alone was more than likely for the best. Donovan dismissed the distracted thoughts with a small shake of his head before giving a cursory look over the surrounding area.

Akando had yet to arrive.

Shrugging his shoulders, Don hopped off the wagon and trudged toward the obelisk; seating himself cross-legged in front of the ancient rock. "All weh're waitin' on is Akando now. He's gonna fill us in on what he's learned, then aye'll tell th' both ah yah bout what weh might encounter in there... In th' meantime, aye'm gonnah prep mehself fer th' amount ah magic aye'm likeleh gonnah need tah use." he called over his shoulder to Eirhild, "Jus keep ah lookout fer now an' keep th' beasties calm."

Facing the obelisk once more, Don closed his eyes. Though he'd always been a religious man, he'd never put much stock in the hippy-dippy meditation and spiritualist bullshit. Though it was a pointless exercise back home, 'aligning one's spiritual energies' and other such horseshit likely had actual practicality in a world with monsters, magic and all manner of oddities. There was only one way to find out, right?

A deep inhale through the mouth, gentle exhale through the nose. In, and out. Inhale, and exhale. Again and again Donovan repeated this cycle of ritualized breathing as he closed his senses off from the world around him. Energy. Energy existed in every speck of matter scattered throughout the universe. Magic as a resource; so far as Donovan could tell, was a form of energy. It existed everywhere, and in all things. It could neither be created nor destroyed-- but like energy, it could be stored. If the body naturally could store and expend magic, it likely meant that the body's internal reserves of magic were replenished over time naturally from ambient magic in the surrounding area. Though unsure if his internal reserve of magical energies could be expanded, Don knew damn well that energy; or in this case magic, could near always be stored more efficiently than naturally possible-- and luckily, Suthainn seemed to have an affinity for mechanics, if the ticking was anything to go off of.

Turning the whole of his focus inward, Donovan felt for the natural flow of his mana. How it flowed within him. How it slowly replenished. How it acted should he try to focus harder on it. After spending some time merely observing the flow within him, Donovan slowly attempted to alter the course of this strange energy, guiding it toward his emblem, and through it. Rather than immediately expend the now divine energy like he normally did, Donovan ever so gently attempted to twist it little by little back into the core of his being; as if he were winding an old watch. There Donovan would continue to sit, maintaining his attempts to further stockpile his reserves of magic until Akando arrived.

The Epic of Beginnings - Fragments of a weathered scroll

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@Rune_Alchemist@Cu Chulainn

The large man held back a string of curses as the guard informed him that Mie wasn't available. Of course that damn fox was busy the moment he needed her more than ever! Regardless of whatever that conniving trader was up to this time, it wasn't that easy to dissuade Donovan from at least trying to get ahold of the lass. Knowing he didn't have any sure means of getting Mie to see him, Don decided he'd try the next best option-- bullshit the guards.

No sooner than Don had opened his mouth to speak, would a familiarly-voiced man with a bird mask suddenly interject before hastily dragging the larger man away and off to the side. Though he would normally protested what seemed to be a blatant attempt to shoo him away under these circumstances, this 'Nomura' fellow seemed awful familiar... Not to mention the odd sudden feeling that Don had to keep his family jewels protected at the masked man's approach.

Donovan would chuckle as Malphas revealed himself to be Nomura, "So that's where yah been lad! Aye were startin tah wonder!"

Despite the ever-tightening timeframe, Don would patiently listen to what Malphas had to say; hoping to hear something that might help deal with the current roadblock on his path toward saving Dawn. When the shard was mentioned, Donovan raised a brow. Rather than refer to the payment for Enli's assassination as a whole-- Malphas had asked specifically for the shard.

Had Mie enlisted Malphas' help in locating the shard? Why ask only about the shard rather than the full payment? Was this shard more valuable that the gold that had accompanied it? Regardless of what the shard actually was, Don was certain of at least one thing...

It was a valuable bargaining chip.

After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Donavan rubbed his chin and put a proposal of his own on the table, "Tell yah what Malphas-- aye got tha shard yer lookin for, an' aye'll happileh give et over to yah without fuss..."

Donovan paused, and raised a single finger. "But tah make sure that foxeh little boss ah yers don't try tah cheat meh-- yer gonnah do somethin' fer me first... All aye need is two damn sturdeh carts, some strong beasties tah pull em, a bit ah sturdeh rope, some large covers, few sheets ah that wood paper shite, ink, a quill, an' tah borrow th' dwarf lass that still owes meh ah favor... All ah which aye'll return tah Mie by sundown tomorrah. Aye get done what aye need tah, Mie doesn't get th' chance tah try nuthin' shadeh, you get tah take credit fer findin' the shard, mebbeh even make Mie ah decent bit ah coin on th' side, an most importantleh-- th village survives this whole damn mess... I ain't got th' time tag haggle or nahgotiate with yah at th' moment so yah gottah take et or leave et."

The old architect extended his hand to Malphas, "Weh got ah deal lad?

With a firm handshake the deal would be struck-- with the added condition that Donovan provide Malphas two fish when all was said and done. Without any further delay, the two men would gather the equipment that had been agreed upon at the edge of the camp before Donovan would give a final hollar into the camp to procure the last item on his list, "Oi Eirhild-- aye need yer help fer sumthin' lass!"