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5 yrs ago
You can find me on discord if you so wish~
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5 yrs ago
Sorry about my lack of appearances. At this point Im taking a much needed hiatus from here after 5 long years. Not sure when I'll be back, but it won't be for awhile... sorry about that... : (
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5 yrs ago
Revenge of the 5th has always been a thing tho...
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5 yrs ago
Do not forget about the GOD DAMN bacon.
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5 yrs ago
Once upon a time, I used to cheer for May the 4th... now I cry with disappointment. *Except Clone Wars S7 and the Mandalorian - they are awesome*
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Location: City Ruins
Mentions: @tipssyCalibrator




As the Slayer pondered openly at the ground, he wouldn't fail to notice the red-coat throwing him back his own shotgun. The armored marine caught the shotgun with his left arm without even looking at it, before slowly turning to face him. For now, his anger has resided into relative dormancy, but it won't certainly remain this way for long. As his armored visor peered into the fellow demon slayer's face, the artificial voice of Vega proceeded to break the silent tension.

"Hello." the voice spoke audibly towards Dante, "I am Vega. The sentient intelligence originally assigned to Mars by the UAC. The figure that stands before you is known by UAC records and testaments recovered from Hell as "The Doom Slayer". He has allowed for me to speak upon his behalf, using his Praetor Suit as a vessel for my conscious before I may be transferred to a more suitable power source."

The Slayer said nothing as he began to slowly walk back and forth, inspecting the white-haired figure cautiously. Despite this figure having allowed himself to help the Slayer with the demonic invasion, he still couldn't trust this individual completely - especially with the fact that he claimed to be a half-demon. His visor shielded most of his facial features, save for a few instances where the light hit his visor just right to reveal his stern gaze from underneath.






Location: Snowy Forest --- Eltariel's Tower
Mentions: @Zoey Boey




The large figure grunted at Eltariel's response in not being human either. Yet as he inspected her closely, he could see characteristics within her that he hadn't seen in regular humans before - such as her spear-shaped ears, her outfit, and others. While he too shared some characteristics, such as similarly shaped ears, he had never seen anyone who called themselves as an "elf", let alone have heard of such a term.

"An elf...?" the beastly man wondered as he rose his head up with a muted sigh, "I do not know of these "elfs" you speak of. Still..."

Eltariel proceeded to thank him for saving The Silver Tower and scaring off what she believed to be a warlord and his minions. She even claimed to owe the creature everything. The creature simply grunted in indifference.

"You do not need to," he modestly replied, "It was merely a coincidental incident. I stumbled upon here after I heard the commotion, in which I was challenged to fight. I would've not noticed you had you not made noise that alerted me of your presence... I could've easily squashed you or flung you away by accident."

He then proceeded to glance at the tower, studying its pristine walls save for the large gash near the base.

"Hmmm... you seem to value this tower more than your own life." the man said as he placed his hand upon the structure, "Yet you've managed to resurrect a new vessel for yourself. Does this tower allow you to achieve this?"
The first legendary creature!






Location: Hillside Haven Inn
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With the beginning of a new summer season, comes for a time of joyous celebration. And if you were to ask nearly any villager or traveler familiar enough with the landscape, many would agree that there was no better place to grab a drink than at the Hillside Haven Inn. Not like there were any other inn or tavern around anyways, for it was the only one currently around. Nevertheless, many locals and occasional travelers alike had many positive experiences within the cozy and merry atmosphere of the ever lively inn.

Hillside Haven Inn was comprised of two levels: the first representing the tavern level that was available to all guests, while the second level housing small yet comfortable accommodations for weary travelers. The tavern portion was always alive with the sound of chattering guests and music playing by the local, all-female, bard group known as "The Tavernistas". Its alcohol was also exceptionally diverse, with a large variety coming from all over Astraia in different beers, rums, liquors, wines, cider, and the like. However, the Inn was famous for one drink in particular known as "Dragon's Head Ale" - a spiced ale fermented in a variety of strong, local herbs that give it its sweet-and-spicy taste. This was it's most popular drink and given the area's history as once a hotspot for dragons it was quite fitting too.

As the jolly customers talked and brawled downstairs, upstairs housed weary travelers who slumbered long and deep from within their rooms. These rooms were rather small for most inns, yet were able to fit all the necessities that one needed to remain content and comfortable. They had a bed - single or double depending on the room - with a desk, an oil lamp, a rug, and a small cabinet for one to place their belongings in. Small yet efficient.

And at the very end of the hall, was a room belonging to the Inn's owner - one Vera Byrnfield. A hardy yet beautiful scarlet-haired woman, she lurked quietly within her quarters as she sat by her desk reading the weekly mail she received. Her room had a window just above the desk, which shined a warm light down upon the woman's face. As the light shined upon her right side, it would reveal a face seemingly untouched by age. She sported very fine skin, with light brown freckles dotting her pale-like canvas, alongside a smooth nose, pale-lips, and a warm peridot-green eye that radiated a friendly warmth that would melt even the coldest of hearts. She had what many believed to be the face of an angel.

Yet when Vera rose her head to bask in the light's warm glow, it would reveal a completely different portion of her face - one she considered as a wound to her beauty. A large mass of dead tissue permeated across her maxillofacial regions, which had also rendered her blind on that side, with it crawling down towards her upper neck. She would often caress that side of her face, running her fingers against the rough and coarse scabs that will remain immortalized upon her skin. Even her hair on said side was different ever-so-slightly, being braided instead of loose and outgoing. Her reddish hair was curiously blended in with snow-white strands, which she also received shortly after the incident. Why it turned such a way may most likely remain a mystery.

It had been several long years since Vera had come to relative terms with her condition. No longer had she allowed herself to become a victim of teasing or spite, or let wondering eyes make her feel like a complete freak. And no longer did she even actively try to hide it either. Now her presence had often prompted cheers from the guests within her Inn, as well as the happy laughter of children who enjoyed her stories. But even with all that positive energy, her wound was still a very sensitive topic for her to talk about. Vera had told very few the true nature as to how she received it, being either close friends or her own family members, but never to anyone else. She had a plethora of alternative stories and made up tales prepared, but she never seemed to have the courage to tell them. All she would do was simply frown, before leaving to sulk in her room over her own self-conscious image.

Vera sighed softly as she watched the fellow villagers running around below with curious intrigue for a minute or so. Daydreaming or simply watching time go by was one of her favorite pastimes if she wasn't doing anything in particular. It helped her to relax and take the burden of life off her shoulders for a bit. Then her train of thought quickly vanished as she heard someone knocking on her door. Vera blinked back into reality as she slightly tilted her head back.

"Come in!" she called out in an almost sing-songy tone.

The door slowly opens to reveal one of her bartenders - a soft violet-skinned tiefling with braided dark aquamarine hair, long ears, blank bright-green eyes, and who also sported two spiraling goat-like horns. Vera smiled warmly as she motioned her in.

"Ah, hello Adelaide." she welcomed her kindly, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The tiefling approached her boss with something in her hands.

"Nothin' in particular, Miss Brynfield." Adelaide replied in a light frontier accent, as she handed her an envelope, "Jus' wanted to deliver this 'ere letter. It's from the mayor 'erself."

Vera took the envelope with a nod as she looked at the signature. Indeed, it came from Mayor Dustwallow herself - with her official stamp and all.

"Thank you, Adelaide." the owner thanked with a nod, before the bartender left her room.

Once alone, Vera proceeded to open the envelope and read the note that laid within:



Ah! She almost forgot about that holiday coming up. It was a good thing that Vera was reminded of it ahead of time. She'd always loved going to festivals when she was little. However, she would be absent from said festivals for a long time due to her enlistment as a knight. And even after, she always found herself forgetting or simply too busy to fully engage in them. Perhaps now will be her chance to finally and properly experience one after so long. She could feel her heart flutter in heavy anticipation!

All this pent up excitement has already prompted Vera into wanting to do something fun. The innkeeper placed the envelope on her desk as she exited her room and made her way down to the bottom floor. Once there, she would receive many friendly greetings from the usual crowd while she walked beside the wooden bar table. She soon took notice of Adelaide and waved at her.

"I'll be out for an hour or so!" she called out to her happily, "Keep our guests nice and satisfied while I'm gone."

The tiefling flashed a toothy grin with an acknowledging salute.

"Already know, boss," she called back while serving a pint of "Dire-Fang Beer" to a hefty barrel of a man, "Take care now!"

Once the innkeeper exited the building, Vera took a deep breath as she planted her hands across her hips. Today was indeed a nice sunny day and one she intends to make the best out of.
@Zweit Hey, if you are successful, you'll get full bragging rights (and a pretty damn good/scary steed)!

And wool to make those comfortable winter sweaters.
Two predatory creatures have been made!



@Zweit You absolute rad-lad.

As a fellow artist (a lazy one but an artist nonetheless) I approve of this!
@tipssyCalibrator Only you can accept yourself at this stage lol
With approval from the discord, here's two more that I've came up with - these being ungulate animals that Hillhaven could probably hunt for meat, hide, and other properties.



As mentioned in the discord, I've also been making little species profiles for all the animals and creatures you may see during your stay in Hillhaven. Essentially I'm trying to help in world-building.

Below are two sample profiles that set up what future profiles will look like. Expect more to come later if these are approved!






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