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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

"I am going to be more productive next year."

gets sick.

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

And we're waiting on @Ridlins, or @lavulman

@Lugia

Ah, right, this is back again!

I'll try and get back in gear around the weekend maybe? RP stuff has been so slow with everything going on around this time of year that I kind of slipped into this pit of vidyas and toku.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Haha, I've been awaiting this post.

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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Merry Christmas, everyone. Hope you're all well :)

@bobert778

Shhhhh!

Everyone's asleep, you'll scare off the Christmas Demon before they get their presents.

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The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Screw that, throw 'er in the river! >:D

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

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“Are you sure you wouldn't want me to come with you?” Veronica asked excitedly.

“Hey Teacher!” Veronica called. “Can I show Tirnea around town?” Serena stopped in her tracks for a moment, and put a hand to her chin.

“Very well,” Serena said. “We are likely to find more if we split up, anyways. We will meet back in front of the tower when we are done. If I am not back by sunset, then I want you to proceed without me. I will get myself out of trouble. If you are not back by sunset…”

Serena cracked her knuckles with a tense, deep breath.

“Then I will be very cross with whoever is responsible… Make sure to have fun, you two.” Serena gave a quick wave before she left.

“Well then,” Veronica said as she waved back. “What were you looking for, specifically? Trade’s Orbit sells a lot of general goods, but Siderite stocks enchanted weapons and such, and Stardust is a good place to go for clothing. If you want to get something to eat too, there’s a big tavern called Harvest Moon that gets produce straight from the farms, and there’s this Tour de Rouge-style cafe that I thought was really nice before I left for The Choir.” The knightess paused for a moment.

“I’m probably going a bit fast,” Veronica realized. “But you’ll probably find what you need there, right? There’s a more general marketplace, but it’s more of a hassle to shop there if you ask me.”

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Serena frowned as she made her way throughout the city. She honestly doubted that she would find much of note yet; the fop would likely make himself known when he pleased. It was a decent excuse to find herself something to eat and drink, at least.

Though Serena understood the Crescent Sun’s fanatical devotion to destroying demons far better than most, she could not help but find this culture… offputting. A half-breed like herself simply could not exist here, especially one so foreign.

But this was the place where she had met Veronica for the first time, so perhaps she could admit it some sort of sentimental value.

She spotted some sort of inn or another. Serena had eventually learned how to read Abbalic, but something about the way they wrote around here threw her off. She found it better to ignore it unless she had to.

Serena spotted someone coming out the door. Someone short. Something about her eyes… was she Foji? Maybe not quite. All her gear gave Serena the impression that she had a good head on her shoulders, maybe even knew something. It looked like she had business to attend to, though.

“Oi,” Serena said. “Do you know if the food in there is any good? I do not come here very often.”

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Rebecca just kind of shrugged as Calieo continued being brash. She’d gotten used to it by this point. The researcher had to wonder if this person even knew the river existed in the first place, let alone that she might need help crossing it. The idea that they might need to spend another two days getting over there wasn’t exactly ideal, though.

Then Chambala asked her why she was over here.

That was fine. She’d rehearsed this like a million times, what did it matter if she phoned it in on her espionage course? She had this down.
“Well,” Rebecca explained. “I work a lot with one of the sages from the Twilight Fields. They keep good records and know their stuff when it comes to magic, so I kinda study under her. She’s friends with one of the spiritualists around here, and she wanted me to deliver a parcel for her, so that’s what’s got me over here now.”

It had a grain of truth to it at least. But Rebecca held back a sigh; she needed to change the subject if she wanted to avoid any follow-up questions.

“Speaking of which” Rebecca said as she turned her attention to Calieo. “Hey Miss Sunshine, what brings you all the way out here?”

A worthwhile question, at least. If she was from the mountains or Twilight Fields, like her name suggested she might be, then why wasn’t she looking for her artifact over there? Even Rebecca’s own surveys hadn’t turned up anything as important as that.

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Capitol City: The Bazaar

The agent that Jumper had found was an older woman. Well into her sixties, with wrinkled skin and a glistening white head of hair that went down to her shoulders. Her robes were faded, but very ornate, capped off with a long, beautiful rosary of yellow and blue agate beads that looped around her neck, mingling with a necklace showcasing an impressive number of demon fangs. A sword sat in a scabbard hung around her waist, though she was accompanied by a pair of knights wielding halberds, the blades obviously modeled after the crescent moon.

As she made her way throughout the city, it became apparent that she was of a rather high status. Citizens would notice her robes and rosary and get out of her way, usually followed by a ceremonial greeting. May the heavens light her path indeed.

She eventually came to the central tower that overlooked the city. The guards at the courtyard gate stood aside when the trio approached. spears held in an upright, dignified manner.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

I swear I was gonna post here like a week ago but working Black Friday just kinda threw everything off everywhere for me. >_<

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

The Courier surveyed the area, keeping low to the ground as soon as she saw the soldiers. They had consistent uniforms and weapons; they were probably well-trained and organized. The fact that they had their backs turned to her instead of actually guarding the base suggested that they hadn’t quite established a proper presence here yet. But still… They were armed, she really wasn’t, there was one of her (maybe a couple more if she could convince anyone else to help), and she had no idea how many of these guys they were beyond these two.

Yeah, fuck this.

“Hey,” Chance said, looking back to the others in the little group they had going. “I’m gonna sneak around the perimeter of this base and keep moving on if there isn’t any easy goodies lyin’ around here, I suggest you do the same if you don’t want a few extra holes in you.”

The Courier slinked off East, going behind the building to her left and slowly making her way around the base, being sure to carefully peek around corners and occasionally make a quick check on her own path as she surveyed the rest of the base, taking some extra time to stop and focus on windows and other points of interest as she went along.

[Roll Perception/Sneak]

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

_Japan.

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Jill tried her best to listen, though it was a bit easy to get distracted with all the crazy necromancy going on… yeah, they’d probably need to talk about that later…

Then Brooke showed up with style. Jill's pupils dilated a little as her friend threw Oni over her shoulder like they were nothing… It was like Rider Kuwagata’s reversals, except it was right there in front of her!

Then she realized that Jill was talking to a skeleton.

“Yeah he's a skeleton,” Jill answered awkwardly. “We can focus on that later...” Pit Stop beeped in agreement as she turned her attention back to said skeleton. She frowned reflexively when he touched her bike, though there wasn’t any time to judge.

“So we've gotta rally everyone up and push on through?” Jill repeated. “Sounds easy enough.” Pit Stop quietly booped some sort of message, to which Jill nodded as she leaned slightly towards the necromancer.

“So you can concentrate on your spell while I’m driving?” Jill asked. “I’ll try not to do anything especially crazy, but Nine Breaker ain’t your average bike. Pit Stop’ll try to keep you steady, but that’s about all we can do about it, so I hope whatever’s holding you together’s good at its job.” She nodded at the drone, which produced long, wiry appendages from its sides that wrapped around the bike and Aldous in a way that kept him tied down on the seat. She looked over her shoulder at Brooke.

“Hey, if you could-” The Justice Rider started to say, before Margot reappeared, once again bringing attention to the skeleton. In French.

“Yeah yeah,” Jill said impatiently. “He’s a skeleton. Listen, I’ve gotta babysit him for a bit while he makes his creepy skeleton magic to get us all out of here, I could use some help keeping the heat off me if the two of you can keep up.” The Justice Rider trained her gaze back ahead of her. With a passenger in the back, she resisted the urge to pop a wheelie as she turned the bike towards that weak point in the Oni’s forces. Time to get everyone’s attention.

“OI!” Jill shouted, honking her horn to create a brief but momentary cacophony that cut through the chaos. “WE’RE GONNA PUSH THROUGH AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! ALL NOMADS, FALL IN!” She revved the engine with relish.

“Okay,” Jill took a deep breath. ”LET’S RIDE!” The bike shot off with a bang, The Justice Rider’s scarf trailing behind her as she weaved out of the way of the larger pieces of rubble dotting her way with very slight, efficient turns to keep her momentum going. She didn’t focus on the wet terrain, didn’t let it bother her. She had to focus on going forwards.

She had to focus on the Oni in front of her.

Jill kept driving straight towards him. With a passenger, she wasn’t quite in the position to play chicken, but he didn’t know that. She watched him intently, looking for a sign as the bike drew closer. He tensed up, and Jill smirked.

“TRAILBLAZE!” The Rider cried, activating the EX system to produce a tall, electrified wall of ki that extended from the end of her scarf down to the ground behind the bike, swerving to the left as the oni kicked the trail and got himself shocked for his troubles. The trail cut off as she turned back on course and tore the right handlebar off her bike, producing a long whiplike cord with a small metal star on its end. She swung the whip and wrapped it securely around the oni’s leg. The bike might need a bit more kick for this…

Jill flipped a switch on the remaining handle, mixing in her ki with Nine Breaker’s engine. The bike roared louder than any beast could hope to as it exploded onwards with enough force to swipe the oni clean off its feet and drag it along with her, slamming and scraping it against the ground as she moved forwards. The roaring engine eventually quieted somewhat as it burned through the last of the ki cell. She flipped a switch on the whip handle, adding slack to the cord until it unwrapped itself from the oni and receded into the handle, which she promptly snapped back into place on the bike.

“How ya holdin’ up?” She asked her passenger as she got back on course. She couldn’t exactly turn her head away from her path, so it was a little hard to tell if he was even still back there.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

_Germany.

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The skies above Germany were fraught with the sounds of roaring, slicing, slamming, various explosions, and aggressive shouting. The village below those skies was quiet. Well, quiet in comparison. Still pretty chaotic. Inanna thought it was better down there, anyways.

If one was very scrutinous (and very generous), one could deduce that the young golem looked maybe slightly more mature than he did two weeks ago. His robes had been further ornamented with a couple of extra layers, and he could summon a somewhat less clueless look about himself when the situation required it. That innocent look in his eyes had yet to fade, though.

A green portal opened in the sky, followed by a torrent of water that rained down upon a burning building.

Is this really worth our time? Inanna shrugged. He thought so.

Is it even helping? Well, it looked like everyone was trying to fight the dragon. That was fine. He could just make sure the town didn’t burn down in the meantime! Inanna closed the portal, the makeshift waterfall being cut off until he made another gate in space to a nearby lake.

And so he did. He repeated the process several times, until he eventually put out every fire in town. Smiling, he looked back up at the dragon, and his eyes widened as he saw part of it get engulfed in a massive sphere of light.

Could that be- Welp! Time to see if there was anything else that needed fixing. He turned his gaze back down around ground level, catching a glance of… Oh! It was that lady from the tournament! The one with the straps! Even if she looked a bit down, she seemed a lot better than she did after she threw that giant robot. Humans must be pretty resilient. They really aren’t...

“Hello!” Inanna called out, holding his staff in one hand above his head as he waved with it. “I saw you during the tournament! What brings you out h-” he was interrupted by a figure tripping over his foot, sending various fruits rolling across the pavement. He was about to help when he realized that it was like those robots that shot at him in Rio. It pointed its gun at him, and he heard the sound of many more robots behind him follow in kind. He let out a yelp, bullets whizzing past him as he fell into a portal and emerged in the air a few feet away from the crowd.

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_Germany.

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Seshat had continued to lead the dragon somewhat closely ahead of it before it had decided to speed up, and getting caught against the wing with a reverberating thud as she failed to keep up the pace with it. Her rifle leapt out of her hands, sliding across the dragon's appendage until it dissolved into blue light as the dragon rose higher into the sky. Curses.

Well, if this machine was going to outspeed her, she would have to ground it. She checked to make sure that there were no other Nomads too close to her.

Her entire suit of armor began to glow with arcane light. A light that radiated ethereal beauty set off-kilter by a growing sense of danger. In an instant, Seshat was obscured by a downright enormous sphere of that same light, that expanded outwards in all directions and enveloped most of the base of the wing.

In another instant, the light faded. And except for Seshat, everything that was enveloped by it was simply gone, exposed internals of the wing sparking or leaking various substances. Seshat herself floated in midair for a moment as the torn wing twisted and fell off the dragon’s side. Her futuristic, robotic armor had vanished, replaced by sleek but archaic plate and mail of the past.

She spotted robots swarming through the town right before gravity regained its hold on her. Was the dragon just a distraction? What was going on here? The safety of the town took priority, but she was determined to succeed whether she knew or not. She kicked off the wing, sending it falling further away from the town. Her spear materialized in her hand as she activated Overboost once more.

She held the spear forwards, skewering three as she came in for a landing. They were firing upon a barrier of ice, concealing what she supposed was another Nomad. Curious. She held her spear forwards and planted her foot on the robots impaled on it, kicking them off and sending their corpses sprawling into their comrades. She rushed over the downed robots and raised her spear high.

“SET!” the warrior cried. A crack of thunder echoed as lightning flashed down from the sky, arcing from the point of the spear and into the nearby robots, frying them. She summoned her greatshield, turning around to block a hail of gunfire from the remaining foes. She held it forwards as she charged towards the bots and smacked one aside, sending it crunching against a nearby lamppost. Seshat impaled another robot and then held her shield forwards once more as she glanced back at the Nomad behind the fort.

“Are you unharmed?” she asked, wondering if she would have to worry about this one.

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_Rio.

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Rosie tensed up a bit… That darkness, that turmoil, that inner tension that lay within the hearts of all… the air was thick with it. He looked around the area. Normally he would be somewhat offended that Sage had ignored him, but he didn’t care. He had to find the source.

His concerns were quickly answered by the symbiote’s scream. He squinted as he tried to get a better look at it. Then he smirked.

“Well aren't you a deliciously edgy creature,” he observed smugly. “Mind if I have a bite?” he strode forwards. In contrast to Sage’s dramatic leaps, Rosie remained somewhat reserved as he drew his paintbrush and stuck the tip in his mouth. He withdrew the brush, now coated in a strange black liquid, and drew a Dark Bomb next to the symbiote, right in the path of his partner’s arrows. The demon chuckled quietly as the first arrow collided against the bomb, sending pitch-black sludge flying in all directions as the other two arrows flew onwards.