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Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

The dark elf's expression turned frigid as the rat sought to pick apart her sales pitch, no doubt ingratiating itself to the oni to rely on it's superior physique to get by. Worse still was the Oni seemed to be listening to the scoundrels words, affronting Willowa that they would even question the efficasy of her goods. Certainly it was dangerous, and she had half a mind to test it's improper usage on Rafiq himself when the rumbling of brutish lupines thundered into the lagoon. There went a chance for a counter argument, but they served as a fine outlet for her frustration.

It did not take long for violence to erupt in every direction, some reacting faster then others and choosing to run down the werewolves while others observed coolly. In Rafiq's case, he ran like the rat he was and Willowa couldn't be happier. The Oni wasted no time smashing heads and pulverizing bodies, fresh blood exciting the drow and triggering her sadistic impulse to set her own life's ichor singing in her veins.

"Pfft, let the rodent have the cripples." She turned from Jukati's weakened prey, rushing off a speed that had her coat whipping wildly behind her towards the lingering vampire and the lofty Emperor Eternal. Beyond them was a pack of werewolves unclaimed by the battle and she relished in leaping over them, the only sound heard the popping of a cork before she sweeped it downwards, splashing them all in droplets of Giant's Elixir before landing behind them. "I made this for combat, so it should work quite quic- There we go!"

Screams of pure agony erupted from the throats of savage beasts, their bodies so used to one transformation now morphing wildly as wherever the potion splashed grew while the rest of the body remained static and unsuited to the increase in mass and size. Bones snapped like kindling over the fire and muscle gave out with the twang of severed piano wire. One was fortunate to not have covered his head and had their head swell like a balloon, snapping his spine for a merciful end that his pack were not so fortunate to receive.

"Unfortunately for you lot, that potion should only ever be drank in full, or not at all. Fret not, for I can surely learn something from your mistakes." She cackled, throwing her head back and laughing with an uproar, the fullness of her delight swelling as the pack crumpled to the floor, living only in the strictest sense of the word. In the potion's mis-used state, not a scrap of clothing or armor had grown with the beasts, leaving those with breastplates and braces to experience the fresh hell of being a living sausage straining against their exterior as pressure mounted, the war between bloating biology and the straps holding the armor together sure to end in a spectacle.

"Oh, and Ms. Vampire over there? I don't want to insult your tastes, but you really should avoiding this group here. I'd be loathe to lose an ally to friendly fire such as this." She hollared over the werewolf's pained mewling, waving to the group she had yet to introduce herself to in some time, but it was hard to forget ones as amusing as the former humans over yonder.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

"Wow, you certainly work fast, Mr. President. I wonder if your hands move as well as your power~" Kanbaru said in response to the police filing away like it was completely normal to take orders from a high schooler. Judging by appearences, it likely was and that just screamed of some heavy authority in the seemingly bland young man's pocket. Her eyes narrowed, trying to discern just what it was as though it were a physical sign on his person or mannerism-

Then he spoke and she felt an ice pick run through her skull and shatter her spine. Thunderstruck, unable to do more then wince, the mere mention of a grandmother had her mind plunged into a haze of static that seered her thoughts-

"Huh." The bluenette said, finding her eyes watering and her mouth tasting of cotton all of the sudden. They were in a new locale, no doubt the President's work, so she blinked away the formed tears and adopted her seductive smile, setting beside the young man while Rose was opposite her, both of them putting on the charms while doing their best to isolate him from the hentai tenshi. "Oh Rose, let's not be hasty here. I'm sure these games must have some sort of reward, and no doubt our patron here might find himself feeling generous when we sweep whatever competition is put before us."

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

If nothing else, Yeshua had to admit that Goomie was very good at stealing attention, as she went unhindered in her approach from the skies despite having grown to her full size. She was nearly ready to come down and confront the hungry slime when a familiar buzzing heralded the return Utena-chan. As with last time she wasn't attacking outright and Yeshua knew why now, resulting in a faint reddening of her avian cheeks as she tried to lean back a bit lest Utena try landing on her.

By now it should have been obvious she couldn't convey things properly to the MFF officer but even still, there was precious little time to make the attempt when Goomie lashed out at a building, slime rising through pulverised concrete and rebar to try and swallow the MFF operators on the roof. Yeshua held no love for their sort but she liked the idea of letting Goomie feast on humans even less. With a shriek she descended, talons skating across the asphalt while a wing beat forward, heralded the air from the building to be siphoned out with a vacuum of force, ejecting Goomie's presence before it could threaten the MFF.

"Goomie-Chan, let those people go. Humans are friends, not food! You should be shrinking down and getting to know them. If you're that hungry we can get you a steak." The great Terrorkeat squaked for the slime's 'ears' only, pointing a clawing meaningly to Goomie's central mass before flicking downwards, as though directing a dog to release their owner's favorite slipper.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Willowa Turnas

"I would ask the same of the scavenger pilfering my stock." A melodious voice, deep and rich with a tone whose curiousity could not mask the ire she expressed watching the rat from a rock above them. Perched primly with legs crossed, the drow eyed the being whose sack overflowed with every interesting scrap it had found as it traipsed along towards the Lagoon of promised riches. She held no doubt it was as keen a scavenger as it was an appraiser of value, talents she lauded in her own rats only to now hold in disdain. A feeling she had to actively supress as the weight of the situation reminded herself the way of things had changed.

Not a spider had come down from the surface to lower her a silk wrapped good purloined from human hands, and despite hours of beseeching her goddess for asnwers and offering the souls of those unfortunate few to find themselves at her complete mercy, she was decidedly mum about matters outside the Abyss. Willowa loathed the turning of fortunes going on, as now the prisoners were free to claim their own fortunes without being beholden to her. And while the slaugter of inmates trampling oppressor and fellow convict alike did send chills down her spine, a woman had to have her priosities straight.

Naturally her eyes shifted to the Oni and she favored it with a smirk before leaping from her perch. Concealed by her sitting figure was a piton rammed into the stone and what was initually a freefall slowed as a rope wound around her artfully armored arm snapped taut, leaving her to drop the final few feet with the poise her people were known for.

"You wouldn't be trying to sell your trash to this warrior, would you, ratling? She has no need of such rusted toothpicks. Alas, I have no worthy club to offer, but I have something even more useful she may enjoy." The Drow said grandly, sweeping aside her coat and plucking free a vial from an inner loop that shined an electric blue as it sloshed against the cork stopper. "A personal concoction of mine that shall grant the imbiber an increase in size and strength. Imagine yourself, great Oni of Flame and Fist, three times your size!"

"All that I, willowa Tornas, require in exchange for the might to crush your rivals as but ants under hell...is a few strands of your hair dipped in but a meager quantity of oni blood. A fairer offer you shall never find, certainly not here in the Abyss or from the wolves further beyond."

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Yay for cat girls.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Deepest Abyss (Conquer the World)

@TheWindel

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Denizens of the Madhouse

Merchant of Misery

• Title: Merchant of Misery
• True Name: Willowa Turnas
• Age: 856
• Species: Drow
• Weapons: Alchemical Concoctions.
• Species Traits:

Sleepless: Blessed as a creature of the dark, she resides in the night and shall remain awake in the dark. While succeptible to physical exertion, she never has need for slumber and at most requires an hour of relative inactivity to be refreshed even after the most arduous of endurance tests.

Beloved Daughter: Blessed by a patron goddess of nightmares, she receives boons for her service in the form of aid from arachnids, rodents, and small creatures who make the stocking of her inventory a far easier task. Maintaining this blessing requires frequent tokens of affection to be offered in return.

• Special Abilities:

Master Alchemist: A mixing of science of magic, alchemy requires years of trial and error along with a talent to fuel one's experiemnts. Willowa has both in spades and profitted greatly from her efforts, even within the depths of the Abyss.

Sadistic Impulse: The suffering of others is but bread and water to a proper Drow, but Willowa is blessed with inspiration and fervor the more pronounced a pain she can revel in from another soul. Her mind is awash with insights, her hands burn to let loose her foulest concoctions, and she moves with an alacrity not seen any other time. The more suffering she can reap, regardless of who caused it, the greater she performs.

• Inventory:

A merchant's inventory of wares, from home brewed potions, freshly harvested ingrediants, to armor, weapons, and baubels claimed from those too weak to survive the Abyss and heroes too foolish to stay away. It changes frequently as her goddess' messangers drag back new items of value and she passes off the old.

• Background:

If ever there was a creature who deserved to be imprisoned in the Abyss, Willowa Turnas would be such a monster. Feeding on suffering while selling the means to inflict it upon others, a lord of war who could have so very easily turned her talents to good, but delighted in the opposite. Why cure the plague ravaging the land when she make a more vicious strain for the challenge of it?

Yet no hero cast her into the Abyss. She went down of her own volition, fully cognizant of what awaited her below. The very worst, with the power to overturn nations and the will to use it should they be freed. The very sorts who would require a merchant of her disposition, one who had allies beyond the confines of the Abyss to keep her wares from running dry. Unconcerned with affiliation or creed, she trades her treasures for the trophies of others and offers great boons in exchange for taking on twisted tasks that would turn the stomaches of those above.

Of course, she's always eager to hear tale of how her works turned out in the depths of the Abyss. A healing potion in exchange for word of a how poison necrotized the flesh of a minotaur and turned solid muscle to pure fat? A worthy trade, in her eye.

As rumbles emerge of an effort more conserted then most to break the confines of the Abyss and rally together under the banner of greater evil, she is drawn like a spider upon the web to the beating of a captured fly, eager for the feast to come.

Tower of Fable

Kanbaru Otoko

It was rather more lively around here with the merging of groups, greetings being exchanged between those unfamiliar with one another while the blockade of cop cars comically rose before them. Rose's idea to just blast through was heard and dismissed with a snort, the prospect of spending their time for trying to blow past a veritable wall of blue and the hentai tenshi was not appealing to her. She prepared herself for more of the ravings that came from Iona, but the weirdest thing occured that stole her attention back to street.

An utterly non-descript young man, the sort to completely blend into a crowd even with a fashionable scarf, was just walking through the line of cops, and they in turn were letting him. If that wasn't enough, Iona came down from her perch and twittered at his side, downright captivated just by his presence. His position was revealed and she almost accepted it for making complete sense, only to remember that nothing here made sense in the first place.

"Follow my lead, Rose. Claire." Kanbaru said lowly before approaching the Student Council President, flashing a bright smile as she bowed quick and low, setting her chest to bounce before his gaze regardless for Iona's presence. "We'd love to follow along. It's been so hectic since we got here, why, not a few minutes could pass without some brute trying to accost us. I'd personally enjoy your protection if you'd let me have your hand~"

Monster Federation Force (Monster Girl RP)

Yeshua Sands - Terrorkeet

Winding up on the floor atop Tomoko and one of the other GMGs wasn't the worst thing, far comfier then being on the floor with only a slip of cardboard for cushioning. She could have snuggled closer and enjoyed it more had alarms not begun blaring, casting the room into a flurry of hurried motion, everyone running about to address something going on below in the city. Even airborne and encased in metal and glass, Terrorkeat could feel the Quake heralding a GMG growing and bounded to her feet, eyes scanning through the pane beneath her for some sign of the offender.

She had great eyesight but lacking any point of reference and she was looking for a needle in a haystack within the HART airship. Fortunately HART had their own equipment and they were treated to the ever amorphous and amorous blob kaiju that was Goomie. The green haired avian pouted, wishing she had gotten such a disarming name till Tomoko beckoned for everyone's attention.

"Pfft, like you even need to ask. Of course I'll help, happy to- Erk!" Yeshua choked, face draining of color as they questioned why she had transformed in the first place. It wasn't a secret per se, but there were a lot of people here and that was just embarrassing. She smiled then, as Tomoko put it off for later and the bird took that as an excuse to leave. Sending out a faint stream of air before her, she mapped her way through the vessel as she went and worked upwards to the deck. Stopping only to shuck off her pack containing all her worldy possessions indoorts, she leaped off the edge and hurtled down towards the city.

A tube of wind kept her at a diagonal angle, covering a great swathe of distance so her transformation wouldn't need to be right upon HART's doorstep. When mobile skyscrapers began to give way to warehouses and docking cranes, Yeshua Sands disappeared and Terrorkeat emerged into the city for the second time that day.