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So I think Matteo is a fine character and his nanomachines should fit in just fine as well. However, I have concerns that the scale of his Plane and his forces is mismatched to basically everyone else, and possibly the story at large. I remember our discussion in the Int Check, where you had assumed that a Plane was basically a planet, and I said that they were as big as they needed to be. So I don't fault you for running with that logic, and as ever I don't want to say "no," but I am basically wondering how you see your character fitting into this story. What relevancy does an army of dragons, or a cabal of assassins have in the face of a fleet of starships in orbit ready to bomb the fuck out of everything? I hope you can see my dilemma here, and I am interested to hear your thoughts.


Yep, this is why I said I thought I would need to scale back on my plans.

I could pretty easily remove the space armada part of his sheet; in fact it would make more sense to remove it than keep it based on his lore. In his plane, space travel didn't really exist until he invented the ability to fold space because the distances involved made it untenable; therefore none of the other planets in his plane should have the kind of defenses that would cause him to need a fleet of warships.

Transport ships and research ships would still be needed, because he can't just warp from planet to planet; his tech allows for relatively short jumps ("short" on an interstellar level anyway), but travel between worlds is still going to take weeks or months. So no planetary bombardments, but the whole spacefaring thing is a core part of thr character that I'd rather not remove if possible.
I'm waiting on Lazash to respond to Akeno before doing anything else. Though I'll make a post tomorrow if there's nothing by then.
Take a look at the CS template; it has been updated, just as I threatened to.


Sorry for the wait, but I've added those extra sections to Matteo's sheet.
By the time Sasha had managed to steady her hands, the shadow was already gone; as usual, the effects of pulling the trigger was almost instantaneous, but Sasha wasn’t sure if it was because the Rue had been killed by whatever it was she had done or if it had simply fled. In the forest, when she was out hunting, the mere act of drawing her weapon was usually enough to send those creatures running; ever since she had demonstrated its abilities that first time at least. The Rue had never been willing to test their luck against her a second time, but truthfully, Sasha wasn’t sure why that was the case or what she would do if she ran into a Rue that wasn’t so easily dealt with.

Now that the tracks were clear, the train pulled up to the station and stopped in front of them. Surprisingly, Yiya didn’t seem to realise that the shadow had been there at all, didn’t understand why she and the other girls had reacted as they had; to her, they seemed like silly children scared of the approaching train. It made her feel chastised, embarrassed as she slipped her father’s gun back into its holster, even though she knew she had not been in the wrong. She kept her head down as she grabbed her belongings, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and hefting the rifle bag up into place, and quietly followed the old woman and her machine into the warded and protected train.

She barely noticed the man join their party, more focused on looking small and unnoticeable.

Once on board one of the other girls spoke to her, asking about her revolver. It was the other girl that had brought a gun with her, Toni; Sasha had wondered if hers was the same, if it could also scare off the shadows, but judging by their question it was not. “No, it’s just my dad’s old gun… I’m… I guess… I’m the one that’s not normal.”

She’d never questioned it. Why could the revolver hurt them, or scare them? Her father couldn’t see the shadows. Or at least, when they were hunting together and she saw them and pointed towards them, he never looked their way and just told her to ignore them. Sasha never saw him acknowledge their presence, so she just assumed he couldn’t see them. He would carry the revolver with him on those hunts, but he kept it loaded and told her it was in case they ran into poachers. She never saw him use it, on the Rue, an animal or otherwise. It was just a normal gun.

The people who could see the Rue sometimes had special abilities, so she had heard. Sasha just figured that this was hers. It had nothing to do with the revolver. Maybe it didn’t have to be this revolver and she could do the same with Toni’s. Maybe she didn’t need a gun at all. She didn’t know the answer to that.

To be honest, Sasha didn’t feel much like questioning it either. It worked; that was all she needed to know. Now was the time for different questions and Yiya would be the one answering them, but before that…

“Um… Yiya? You can’t see the Rue, can you?” The answer to that seemed obvious, but it was surprising nonetheless. She had just assumed that the old lady seeking a cure to her villages plight, who had come all of this way to find a plant to get rid of the Rue, would have some way of avoiding them until now. But she didn’t, which just made their job as her guide more difficult. It would mean she was more defenceless against the shadows than Sasha had assumed and would need more protection, more guidance. And it meant that Sasha and the others needed to be taken seriously.

Being taken seriously was not something Sasha was good at.

The young and small girl just didn’t command any presence. Even as a guide to the woods, a service for which people knew she was an expert, a veteran, there would always be hunters who saw her and dismissed her. They would ignore her warnings and her advice and would come back from the woods empty handed, if lucky, or injured, if not.

Sasha placed a hand over the holster at her waist. “When you see me draw this gun… it means there is a Rue nearby. That’s the only time… the only reason I’ll ever draw it.” She never kept it loaded. She had never pointed it at another person, or even at an animal, not even as a threat. It was a keepsake and nothing more. At least… at first it had been.

“I… we… need you to trust us. If we say run… run. If we… say hide, then hide. If you see me… shooting at nothing… there was a reason for it.” Sasha’s voice faltered, suddenly realising how defensive she was sounding and feeling embarrassed. “Just… you hired us because of the Rue. So… trust us.”
I think you should try to catch the elusive @King Cosmos about that.


Sorry. I've been ill the past couple days and haven't kept up with any guild stuff.

But yes, @Dragonfly 9, feel free to have Crow be the first one to meet up with Gideon. I've kind of just been waiting for people to finish their own things and show up.
I'll claim the next post then.
Wasn't sure how to work this into the post, so I'll explain it here. Akeno was supposed to be speaking Japanese before she started eating, saying the standard 'itadakimasu' thing, but the Isekai auto-translate made it come out as English.

I'm working on the assumption that everyone is speaking in whatever way is normal for them, which I think is still English for everyone except Esfir, and it just gets understood by everyone who hears it.
Akeno


The Elwet tasted better than she had expected. The smell coming from the bird as it had been cooking as already assuaged most of her concerns, but Akeno had definitely still been expecting it to taste worse than it did. Honestly, aside from a slightly off earthy flavour that made her feel like what she was eating was a little unclean, it wasn’t bad.

More worrying than the taste was the strange sensation that had begun in her stomach as she continued to eat; something in her gut began to roil, the feeling somewhere between an involuntary clench and a flex of some kind of muscle deep in her abdomen. It was more than a little disconcerting and Akeno was initially afraid that she was having some kind of reaction to eating the strange creature, but once she began to experience these waves of sensory information and memories that were not her own she caught on to what was happening.

Sharp horns and a pointed beak digging into flesh.

Heat washing over her face as she breathed fire from her mouth.

A murderously intense gaze, staring down her opponent.

This was her skill; the skill of all Orcs in this world. The ability to gain the powers of whatever they ate. Akeno hadn’t expected it to be a physical thing, but apparently it was and if it was going to feel like this every time she ate something, she would have to get used to it.

Deliberating as she continued to eat, Akeno eventually decided to choose the [Fire Bolt] skill. The skewer thing might be useful in close combat, alongside her karate, but she didn’t exactly have any claws or horns to work with; though she couldn’t discount the fact that she might grow them on taking the skill. Murderous Gaze was interesting; if it had the effect of paralysing whatever saw it in fear or scaring it away like she thought, then it would be useful for avoiding dangerous situations, but she couldn’t be certain of what it did or how effective it would be.

Fire was fire though. It was simple to understand and would give her an extra avenue of attack. Plus, what kind of martial artist would she be if she turned down the option of getting her own Hadouken or Sonic Boom equivalent?

Finishing up, Akeno threw the remains of her food onto a pile with the rest of the bones and stood up to stretch. Lazash watched her as she did and asked her a question about where she was from. “Did the Japanese give it away? I’m from Miami, but my parents are both from Tokyo. I’ve never been there myself, but I know the language.” It was all she spoke at home after all; her mom had never put much effort into learning English, even after living in America for as long as she had and in spite of the fact that her husband had been fluent even before leaving Japan. Her stubbornness about it always annoyed Akeno as a child, since it meant she had to learn twice as many words and remember to switch between the two all the time; she recalled it being one of the first things she had rebelled about as a child, though it had lasted long.

Akeno appreciated being bilingual now. Even if it wasn’t exactly useful or come up very often outside her family, it was just a nice skill to have. Or had been, before dying and being reborn in a place where the language and the country it came from no longer existed.

“What about you?”

@Zeroth@Crusader Lord@Kazemitsu@ERode
Morgana Faith


There was no words, no verbal indication that the Roggenwolf had accepted the contract she put before it, but the moment it did was unmistakeable. The connection of mana that the witch had been maintaining between them suddenly pulled tight; no, that wasn’t quite right, it tightened. Like a loosely woven thread had instantly been twisted into a strong cord and the bond between them came into being all at once.

It was a strange feeling. A kind of awareness of your own body that was not of your own body but someone else’s; a sense that was both distant and not at the same time. How strange.

The experience was a novelty, but whatever the case Morgana could now feel the Roggenwolf’s presence through the connection. A connection that she could tell would not be easily broken without them both experiencing some backlash; there was a weight to, a severity, that spoke to the importance of the contract they had both entered into, despite how insignificant it was intended to be.

Why? Who or what was the arbiter of these contracts? The gods? Morgana had no sworn faith, which should have made such things weaker for her, but all studies has shown that binding contracts were equally effective regardless of the spiritual beliefs or even divine nature of the participants involved. The spirits themselves? To an extent. It was well known that entering into an agreement with a spirit, full-bloodied Fae or other supernatural was more dangerous than entering one with a more mundane partner, but those rules seemed separate to the contact itself and spirits needed to be equally careful not to fall foul of them. Then, was it simply the nature of swearing oaths itself? A collective belief among all beings that words mattered, promises mattered, and to break them was to be deserving of punishment?

Belief could shape magic. Belief could make a cheaply made staff of modern materials perform almost as well as an old, weathered staff of lightning-struck oak if the user believed the former to be the latter. The shattering of the moon had broken many older traditions of lunar magic not because the moon was a source of power, as nothing had ever proven that to be true, but because the practitioners believed their magic should no longer work. These were known phenomena, but for collective belief to create an effect from scratch? To make binding a contract sworn between two individuals just because Morgana had spoken with intent and add a little mana to the mix?

It was old magic, ancient magic, and frustratingly, something neither she nor any other researcher had managed to be able to explain.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Letting out a sigh, Morgana raised a finger to her chin and tried to think of something suitably inconsequential she could ask the spirit to perform in order to fulfil their contract. “…sit.”

The oversized, canine-shaped spirit seemed to hesitate for a moment and Morgana could have sworn she saw bewilderment flash across its decidedly inhuman face before it bent its hind legs and sat on the ground.

“Stand.”

The Roggenwolf stood.

“Turn around.”

The circle restricted their movement somewhat, but there was enough space for the spirit to walk in a small circle within the enclosure.

“That should be enough. The terms of the contract have been fulfilled; I release you. As suddenly as it has appeared, the cord connecting Morgana to the spirit was gone, leaving no more of a trace behind than the Roggenwolf itself, which had also vanished.

Raising a hand, Morgana formed a ring with her index finger and her thumb and peered through the completed circle to examine the magical energies within her seal. A cursory examination showed no signs of the spirits presence, only that of the seal itself. She let he hand fall to her side, then raised her other hand and snapped her fingers; the subtle glow of the seal dimmed and disappeared, leaving behind only lines on the concrete like chalk. Even that was already starting to fade.

Turning around, Morgana regarded the Madeleine and Xaviron with impatience. “Well, I think all of our business here is done. What was it we were doing before this distraction?”

@Martian@Kumbaris
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