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The Wayfarer's Guild

@Dark Cloud
Once you’re done posting I’ll tack in.

Cacophony Concord

Attributes

HP – 500
MP – 700
SP – 250
STR – 5
AGI – 62
END – 15
DEX – 15
LUC – 30

Roles

Classes: Miko

Skills

Talisman Creation – Passive. All active spells can be crafted into Talisman consumables if five times the cost is paid. Talismans created this way can be used once by yourself before they are destroyed.

Healing Chant – Active. 10 MP cost. Three word incantation. Release a beam of light, healing the first target struck for 20 HP.

Severing Rite – Active. 30 MP cost. Three word incantation. Release a blast of invisible force, exploding against the first target struck. Has a chance of knocking back the target.

Mantra of Respite – Active. 100 MP cost per round. Continuous incantation. A gentle breeze swirls out from you, recovering 50 SP for a maximum of four allies of your choice within a 25 meter radius.

Purifying Chant – Active. 50 MP cost. Five word incantation. Select a target within your line of sight. Holy flame will surround them, with a chance of removing any magical buffs or debuffs.

Restraining Rite – Active. 40 MP cost. Eight word incantation. Release an inky projectile at a target. If it hits, Arcane calligraphy emerges their body, reducing their AGI by 20 for a round.

Devotion to the [Lady of the Alabaster Scales] – Passive. Allies affected by your Talismans or Spells gain [10 AGI].

User Experience

Perception: Chuuni.
Gore: On
Pain Setting: 100%
Clothing Damage: On
Nudity Censor: Off
Profanity Censor: Off
Combat Action: Manual
Spell Incantations: Manual

Inventory

Coinpurse

6 Silver, 11 Bronze

Equipment

**Battlerider’s Spurs**
> Rare Shoes
> +50 HP, +50 SP, +10 DEX
> Increase Riding proficiency by 20%.
> Consume 50 SP to increase mount’s AGI by 25.

**Sleeves of the Spirit-Walkers**
> Uncommon Arm Equipment
> +80 MP
> Consume 100 MP to sense the presence of Spirits within a 50 meter radius.

**Divining Rattlebones**
> Common Accessory
> +8 LCK

**Shrunken Effigy**
> Common Accessory
> +20 MP, +4 STR

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@ERode
"Fuckin' shit fuck on a fuck sticking a fuck on a fuck."

Calace marched along the bustling pathway and weaved through the passing townsfolk and fellow players with ease due to her small stature. The worst part of navigating the hub was her height disadvantage. The short stature made it rather difficult to look at guideposts and signage, which made following the flow of people to specific destinations her best bet at finding what she needed. She had been lucky enough to find a party willing to carry her stubborn ass to its current point, but once they had caught wind of her personality - unwilling to alter the pain setting or contribute to combat - they turned tail and left her in town to find greener pastures in terms of a supportive role in the party.

"Just’f’n because’n rrrrrrg! Good luck finding a healer who knows how to properly manage their mana!"

Her hushed words caught the attention or two taller men waking as a pair in front of her, slowly their own rhythmic pace to glance down upon her. Calace shot them a hateful glare before snapping her vision forward once again.

“Just head to one of the clan recruiting posts. You know about those right?”

The taller man of the two in red-painted plate spoke quietly down to her, his soft spoken voice a stark contrast to the towering man. Or perhaps he just seemed to be so imposing in front of her?

"Of course I do.. And I was just heading there now!"

The three had still been following the flow of people, but they were surrounded on all sides by others so it wasn’t like she had any clue where they were or what direction they were going. Her nostrils flared as her snappy response barked out from her maw, pale lavender hair shaking as her head turned left to right. Another low growl exhumed from Cal’s throat as her sights finally floated up to glance from the red played man to his robed companion.

"Where’s the closest clan office? I’ll head there now."

“Right here, actually... This is the Gaku-Rei building here to our left.”

And they came to a halt, the taller men like larger stones in a river as the stream of people split around them allowing an opportunity to break from the crowd and make way towards the clan building spoken of. Calace reluctantly followed the two, huffing and puffing along the way as she finally made it to the building. As she finally approached the building, she turned back to the pair and offered but a single curt nod. The building she stood before didn’t look different from most, but the identifiers of who dwelled inside were evident along the outside. The royal purple tapestries along the outside strewn with the clan’s name made it stand out.

"Thanks, I guess."

Wow, a thank you - who would’ve thought? With a simple wave of their hands the two fellow players turned on their heels and stomped over to some food stalls nearby. Calace made her way to the doors, her small pasty hands pressing to the wooden surface until it opened to find the Gaku-Rei ambassador sitting inside. There sat cross-cross was a big man with chubby face, wearing flashily-patterned violet robes. His hair was dark, short, and unkempt. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and has a big, hearty gourd of some very potent liquor with smell flooding the room.

"Recruit me, fat man!"

Calace pointed straight at him, her tone somewhere between anger and sternness.

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

@Dr Lovecraft
One secret, period.

Modern Fantasy With Lots of Explosions

Half-Daeva street rat inbound.

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

@LadyAnnaLee
The rotation doesn’t matter much yet, just don’t double post unless everyone’s had their turn this round.

The Wayfarer's Guild

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@Cu Chulainn, @PrankFox , @Dark Cloud, and @Guilty Spark

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”Bitestorm?"

The Yanaski’s head canted lightly to the left, her long mane of multi-colored sweeping with the motion. Bright eyes focused back to the orc as he explained the situation. It was no mystery that Tati’yana was mostly uneducated on proper terminology - her common tongue itself was rough at best. The mention of a blight lord and blight in general didn’t seem to register with the girl. The coin that the civilized orc man had tossed to her was fiddled with, entirely taking her focus for the time being as the explanation was far beyond her comprehension. The metallic circle was placed in her maw, hard sharpened teeth clamped down as she tried to break it with her teeth. Though it was a fruitless effort, only putting small dents where sharp points tried to press through.

”This good rock. Real strong!”

It would then be quickly sifted into the pouch strung upon her among the seeds and small bits of plant matter scattered throughout the bag. Tati’s vision briefly glance over to the dwarf again, a tame smile raising the corners of her mouth before she quietly muttered.

”What an eengus?”

The question was nearly silent under her breath, a strained and nervous expression contorted her face once again - lips pressed down and flattened. Scaly ears twitched for a moment as Koth’s prior words finally caught up with the Yanaski girl’s raving thoughts. The mood lightened just as quickly as before beaming a toothy smile once again as she turned back to the dwarf and nodding in appreciation.

”Koth! Much easy to say-er! Where we go now?”

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

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The Closet -

With a ghost?

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The door?

Each traveller handled the sudden change in location differently. Some were curious, some afraid, all of them were confused. The group’a words echoed within the mostly empty room. The door in which the ghost had came from had all but disappeared the moment they left it, and now they took the form of the table as they possessed it. Maybe it was easier to exist as furniture than an incorporeal spirit covered by a plain white sheet?

”T e l l m e a s e c r e t.”

The face on the table mouthed out the words, his black eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling with no consideration. Now the mouth which had once been a down-turned frown began to curl upwards from the corners of his maw into a nasty and mocking smile.

The ceiling fan that a boy once stared at seemed to have vanished, or moved? It was there but just a moment ago. The group that had once been sitting on solid ground [or so they thought] now were defying the laws of gravity upon the ceiling. Two doors had at some point appeared on opposite sides of the room, one which was black and the other which was white. The white door was closer and more easily accessible - it also matched the groups current position on the ceiling. The other door which was a stark black that matched only the table in this room was on the ground, which would appear above the the group sitting down at the table with the monster.

”O n e s e c r e t.
O n e k e y.
N o m o r e.”

The table then began to laugh hysterically, the entire wooden frame shook. The legs creaked and cracked, the frame squeaked as the structure nearly gave in to the fit of unnatural movement. Was this hell? In all honesty that was a question they would need to find out for themselves. Seemingly all the first denizen of this realm wished for was some entertainment, but was that all there was to it?

@sassy1085@Yankee@LadyAnnaLee@Dr Lovecraft@Oceanic

Modern Fantasy With Lots of Explosions

I’m digging this.

Grayscale : A World in Black & White

@sassy1085
No problem at all! Thanks for the communication.