Kazemitsu

The Forest of Helsend Village

Still here and waiting...

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Kaze blinked as he climbed and looked back down, the elven woman was using her summon to get up here. She asked if someone was hurt, as if he'd know! He couldn't see through things nor did he have any form of pain sense. He hung there, waiting for her to catch up before he felt a fingertip upon his brow. Cecilia could see his pupils turn into slits, a sure sign of annoyance from the unwanted contact.

The woman said they were going to be going down soon, so he shrugged and started to slide down. His claws leaving deep furrows in the ancient stone, a good indicator of how tough they were. Most likely from his monk training, which was one of the first things they did. Body hardening without having to use Ki. He hadn't really paid attention to Yinha's summon launching her into the opening. She'd be fine, it seemed they had stumbled upon less asshole-ish adventurer's this time.

He had missed the gobbledygook the dragonoid woman had spoke as he touched down on the ground. Almost immediately a piercingly loud exclamation burst from up top. Apparently something was happening now? He wasn't climbing up again to check shit out a second time. Looking up he got to see the new womans undergarments. Why did the mammalian races have such frilly underwear? It's not like anyone except their mate was likely to see them...unless they goofed like this fluttery trollop.

When she landed she looked confused, but his judgement of the pink peoples facial expressions wasn't exactly the best. But...well...the confused partial uttering of some words kind of did it in for him. She was severely confused. When she recovered he tilted his head slightly at the words the was speaking. "Tabs? system? The hell is a gamemaster?" He questioned before reaching out. He placed the back of his hand against her forehead, clearly checking for her temperature.

Was she running a fever? Delirious? Was it contagious? Or was she just utterly insane?

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Well she coulda just jumped on his back :p He's a nice guy...sometimes... XD

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Well that was good, the silent clown and the noblewoman weren't hostile so long as they weren't hostile. He did give the pair a once over and wasn't impressed by them. Either really agile, or magic users. His ears twitched when he heard a strange sound, like ice breaking. It was too warm for ice to be here...and it was up? He glanced up just in time to catch the disco lights from the breaking star, but not the cause of it considering pisspoor angle.

And now a few seconds of loud sound, and everything was done. Then came a panicked yell making his eyes narrow. Feminine judging by the more shrill tones. He released Vani's gorget, letting him slump to the floor fully now, before crouching down. "I'm gonna investigate that yell." He said before lunging upwards. He didn't need buffs to make a good height of ten feet, and the stonework had plenty of finger holds for him. Well, more like claw holds.

He pulled himself upward, his claws slipping between the gaps of the stonework, his feet only providing some slight upward push since the 'claws' of his boots were quite thick and didn't fit in the gaps as well. The further up he went the more clear peoples voices were. He quickly reached the top and carefully peered over the edge. Three women, a young looking male, and nothing else. From here he listened in, curious about what was going on since he didn't see anything particularly threatening.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Trent gave some back talk which earned him a growl. "Ya never thrown a damn rock before?! We're in a cave with numerous rocks!" Asura exclaimed with annoyance. He took note of the black miasma and stuffed a pseudopod into the deceased rats skull before expanding it, breaking apart the head entirely and slurping up its brains in the process. "A narrower passage may just help more. Also make sure to make the bodies utterly useless." He continued speaking from the hole.

He oozed out of the hole in a burst of speed as he moved. He narrowed himself down, looking like a snake, and kept low to the ground. Slithering out of the way of the Poison Spits flying at where he was. Was the core seeing through all these eyes? How was it processing all this information at all times?

Without going into overdrive and expending his Stamina, the group really didn't have the best damage output. System, Health and Stamina levels? He thought as he changed to his humanoid shape. His arm arced back and he launched one of the javelins he stole with Throw Item at the pixie. He doubted it'd hit but it'd draw attention to himself while leaving the others more free to do what they needed to do.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The big red being glanced back at Druid Girl when she gasped, and then gagged. The body hadn't smelt that bad...but then again she didn't live in a swamp for most of her life. Still her chipper attitude took a hit from this, and he honestly wasn't any good at comforting people. He couldn't even say whether the woman had died quickly or not, he hadn't investigated her that much. Just cursory looks without actually touching.

As the pair returned he took his place towards the front of the wagon and mare again while Druid Girl answered the farmers questions. A bit of back and forth before the girl let out a rather loud outburst, which was answered with an apology from the farmer. "She returns to nature and her spirit will hopefully be reborn into a better time." He stated before they continued on to the farmers dwelling.

Despite the terrible view, that pit stop had been probably good for the old mare. The trip was very uneventful, they kept walking until buildings came into view. Rough buildings, but it was a farm. Was it supposed to pristine? No. The farmer was happy to point out that they were near the end. Still, Big Red toyed with the rock he had picked up, actually carving lines into it at this point. Just lazy swirls. "Keep your eyes open, not safe til we're done." He said to the group.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura's skull shell took a hit from the skeleblin that wasn't redead yet. It actually somehow snapped an antler, given how weak and low leveled it was he was genuinely surprised considering deer locked horns repeatedly and twisted and thrust and wrestled. Whatever, it just made it more manageable. He slurped up the antler, it could make a decent makeshift weapon later when the jawbone broke.

Trent fired off more magic, making Asura mentally wince. "Don't blow all your mana so quick! We need to conserve our resources!" He exclaimed, why did it feel like he was the most experienced fighter here? But Trent asked about the sword. "Pond dwelling sword, sentient, helpful. Lure some of the enemies to the water so it can actually help as well. I'll handle the brunt." He growled out.

He talked of conserving resources and energy but he was getting annoyed. He had taken notice of undead wisps coming out of nowhere, the living turned dead turned undead, they were fighting things multiple times damn it! "Completely destroy the heads so they don't get back up! I'd rather not fight triple the enemies!" He called out so the whole group could hear him.

He watched Mother Slime practically rip off her enemies head when she rolled back then started to each the corpse. That was one of the methods of getting rid of potential enemies. But the pair would have to literally be gorged and that would slow them down. Not that the enemies coming were particularly fast. Okay, time for some tactics for the human since Steve, Ardur, and Mother Slime were already under some form of order.

"Trent, focus on defense! Block the javelins coming in, hell use them as well since they have more reach!" He said as he decided to go on full offense after this wisp. Him crushing it within his body earned him a skill, apparently a disabling damaging ability! It was like Bind from those poke'mon games, a truly bullshit ability. When he got hit from behind he growled loudly. Rabid Fit activating as he changed his form from his normal goo puddle. He took on the humanoid torso, except his 'hands' were a pair of large bludgeons.

The skeleblin swung its club at him, which he swept underneath before bringing that wide, Hardened, bludgeon of a fist to bear and slammed it into the skeletons center of mass. "Smash I! The red slime exclaimed, having heard Trent actually say a rank after his spell. bowling the one-legged skeleton back as more enemies swarmed to the group. He was genuinely getting pissed off now at how many of the creatures there were! Stupid death cave!

Asura heard Mother Slime having difficulties, so he flowed over to her with his anger boiling. When she attempted to 'mash' it, it just ducked back into its hole like a gopher. We are not playing whack-a-mole! He flooded down into the hole when the rat retracted. Assuming the rat went in for an attack it'd collide with a wall of Hardened spikes. "Skewer! He hollered as he shoved himself forward to impale the Dire Rats face.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Big tiddies are lethal...much smothering could happen, two people at a time!

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The wagon slowed to a stop and Druid Girl performed a summoning. Interesting, a little obvious but interesting nonetheless. He occasionally glanced at the female pair as Druid Girl made her request of the fae to go and scout for the group. Mainly to see if anyone was there. The little creature sped off, going through the underbrush before returning and telling Druid Girl someone was on the north side.

"Maybe someone elses wagon or cart needed a wheel...and they decided to help themselves to this one. Or they had another use for it." He said, he had already looked at the tracks. He had the feeling someone had pilfered the carts goods, but still where was the operator?

Druid Girl spoke up, saying they should investigate while the farmer felt they should all go. But that would leave him undefended, which the women mentioned. "I'll go, I'd say Druid should stay about mid-range just in case..." He said but tilted his head slightly. "But maybe close would be better...I'd make a better wall to long distance attacks." He continued before shrugging. He'd let her do what she wanted.

For now he just started to follow the tracks, looking over them with a keen eye but he didn't ignore the woods-line ahead. He was annoyed he couldn't read footprints as well as he should, but combat was his thing. Not tracking. But in little time at all they got to the woods-line and all that was present was more trampled shrubbery, grass, torn up dirt, and a dead woman. Well...shit. Approaching he crouched down next to her and touched the blood. It was dry and quite brown.

She'd been there a while. "Not fresh...but not old either." LF said as he stood back up. "We should continue on and be more wary." He said to the dark skinned woman as he started to head back for the wagon. His tribe didn't do burials, they let nature take its course with their dead.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Kaze leaned back, his spinal column letting out several loud cracks before he shook the dust from his touch hide and armor. This was just a day full of adventure, he'd have some stories to tell when he went back and visited his people. Insane dark magic users, buxon elves, a paladin who didn't seem to know Smite Evil, and now up ahead two noble looking people. Well, noble by human standards. Who brought a horse into some ruins?! Or dressed like they were going to go to a party?! The pink humanoids were certainly an odd lot.

The elven woman summoned up a thing. Lesser Angel? It didn't look very angelic...but had anyone ever truly seen one? Whatever, he shouldn't judge. But when she called out to the two ahead, just as Vani fainted, made the big mans eyes widen slightly. "Just some forewarning, Miss, this is kind of a free for all and not everyone is as nice as I and the unconscious one..." He rumbled to her quietly. Since Vani was out he just grabbed the collar of his cuirass and dragged him along behind. Approaching the two at the tower while looking upwards.

The pair would see that his enormous sword was sheathed across his back and that he was battered, but still fully functioning. The cross-shaped wound on his muzzle had been healed, the darker scales silvered and fresh looking. "If you're peaceful, we're peaceful." He called out to them as he moved. The closer he got to them the bigger he seemed to get. He had one of those 'fills the room' kind of energy, but really he only towered a smidge over a foot to two feet over the pair. While he moved he looked at the strange crystal growths. Those didn't look very natural...