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Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Scar

My Hider

Crossbow bolts arced through the air and impacted into several heads, but for every bug that fell it seemed like another three took it's place. This was getting tedious, and he was running out of room and time to reload. So he did what he thought was best at the time; he hurled the crossbow itself into one that got a little too close for comfort before then driving a bolt through it's head with his bare hands, twisting it to really drive it home in a bloody, brutal display. He had no time to let up either as he began hurling knives in all sorts of directions. In front, above, to the right, five degrees south-everywhere, he was just hurling them...everywhere at this point. Suffice to say it didn't take long for the kitsune to run out of them, earning a click of annoyance. Great. That left only one option then.

With a bug bearing down on top of him, he drew his short sword and allowed the bug to jump him...only for his sword to be driven through it's head by the force of it's own jump. Of course that meant that he was currently trapped under said bug, moving his head to narrow avoid it's acidic blood that singed the side of his head.

Note to self, don't let the blood hit you.

But out of sight was just what he wanted. He allowed him to work his magic. Which he did so, vanishing as he slowly pulled out his sword and crawled out from under the bug. Let's see how these nasties dealt with this, or rather let's see if they could deal with this. Making a beeline for the front, he slashed at anything he passed. All the others would see was a flicker of movement, a flash of steel and then a bloody gash across the monsters face as he made his way to the front. That was when he noticed Macey falling back down into the group of insects he was making his way through....and she proceeded to land directly atop of him.

In hindsight, he probably should've changed directions instead of just watching her fall down on him.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

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My con check, though if Ook is doing a medicine check there's little need for me to.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

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Ruins of Norn: Another Side

"It matters little what we do. There'll be monsters...there always is." The armoured Paladin sighed as his companions talked about heading into town. There were negatives to the idea, but then again no matter what they did here there were negatives. The more important matter at hand was that there was the potential for supplies, or loot at the very least. His lord had sent him here to bring back treasure and while he wasn't overly fond of the idea, wasn't one to argue with his orders. He always got the short straw.

"But, it's better than sitting about here twiddling our thumbs waiting to be attacked I suppose." getting up, he checked his sword before nodding to himself. "Shall we get going then?"

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Suppose majority means we do that idea anyways, but sounds like a plan anyways

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

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Help! They took her!! (Pathfinder Dungoen Dive - 3 players already in, we need you!)

Hmm, been interested in diving into Pathfinder though I'm a total noob at it lol

2+ Players Needed for D&D 5e VC Game

I'm pretty new at dnd for the most part but I'm somewhat interested. The timezone difference is a bit of a concern seeing but that time hopefully shouldn't be a problem.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Ashlyn Johnson, Jasmine Lockwood and Rajah

My Hider

@MarshiestMallow@Crimson Raven@Hatakekuro@t2wave@Burthstone@Silver Fox@CitrusArms
@Demon Shinobi@LightningMaiden@Joshua Tamashii@Oblivion666@YipeeXD@Zarkun

With the threat taken care of, a more confusing scenario began to replace it. The dragons had turned into wizards? Who then turned on Zeref? Ok, while she hadn't understood why Zeref was even here in the first place, or even a single inkling as to what had been happening at all since they had gotten here if she was being perfectly honest, she did seem to understand roughly who these wizards were. Fire Dragon Slayer magic kinda gave it away. The flames around her hand slowly turned red, then disappearing entirely after a few shakes of her hand.

She slowly made her way over to where a group was beginning to form, she was sure that if she just stood around long enough she could overhear some answers at least. It was a start anyway.

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The Secret Art had taken a rather visible toll on the blonde. She hadn't seen it hit, nor anything that came after. Everything was literally happening in a blur around of her as the world seemed to tip one way, then the other only to tip back sharply once again. What had happened to her? She couldn't think straight at all as exhaustion washed over her body, soon her legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed onto the sand. Ah, it was going to be such a pain to wash that all out of her clothes and hair now.

Wait. She had bigger things to worry about.

The fact she was sprawled out on the beach on her back made her a sitting duck, though she briefly seemed to note that Zeref's attacks had receded for some reason for the time being, so she needed to at least be able to get up and move. Lest she began a burden to the others. Yet when she went to move, she found her body unwilling to listen. If she tried to forcefully move, she was rewarded with a sharp pain throughout. Not helping her case was a weight on her chest. Not that it was heavy, but it was enough that in her weakened state it might as well be a sack of bricks.

"Get up goddamnit! We defeated the little twerp so get up!"

By now, she could barely keep her eyes open. Not even Rajah's near forceful shaking seemed to snap the girl out of her daze, nor the torrent of curses that streamed forth from her to get up, that they had won, amongst other things. But Jasmine's mind was too far gone to register the slaps that Rajah now dealt to her face, let alone any words that escaped the exceed's lips.

Ah...so tired....maybe it wouldn't hurt to sleep just a little? Just a quick nap...Five minutes...then...she would...
Her mind hadn't even finished the thought before her body went limp, the only signs of life being the soft, rthymatic rise and fall of chest as her mind was swallowed up by darkness.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Scar

My Hider

Scar looked on blankly as one of the strangest sequences in his life unfolded before him. Having focused his attention on Macey so as to not leave her any openings, he was caught somewhat unaware by Arguth's sudden presence near them. The man was surprisingly stealthy despite his armour and bulk it would seem. But more importantly, when he went to get between him and Macey he found the twins standing before him. And was Arguth revealing his stomach to Macey? There were a lot of questions about this situation, but with the presence of the twins preventing anyone from interfering he visibly relaxed. He sincerely doubted the twins would be stopping everyone but Macey if there wasn't some sort of plan here.

Though when Macey began to slice and tear into Argurth, it wasn't difficult to harbour some doubts as to the exact sanity of this pan. But despite the disturbing scene unfolding, he was unfazed as always. In fact, he took the chance to snatch some food from the bag of provisions that Kris was still holding and began to munch away as he turned his back on the gruesome scene once Macey was done. Diana had gone into comfort her already, and it wasn't really his style anyway. No need to crowd the poor girl, nor did he have anything to add. All he could do was keep an eye out for her later.

Though he watched with some mild interest towards Argurth's violent...rebirth? Regeneration? Scar wasn't quite sure what it was, but it was more certainly a healing ability or magic of some kind. And while over the top and flashy, it at least made for a decent spectacle and fire show. He was glad he decided to put some distance between himself and that display as well, as even on the other side of the large room he could feel the extreme heat radiating outwards from the man. Once he was feed, and it was obvious that Arguth was going to be out for a while, Scar wordlessly closed his eyes and decided to catch some snooze.

It had been a somewhat tiring adventure to get this far, and it would be wise to regain as much strength as possible for their last push out of the prison. Who knew what they were to encounter and when the next chance to have a rest of any kind would be. That was assuming the others could put up with his sleep 'mumbling' that is, which wasn't really mumbling but more him being obnoxiously loud in his sleep.

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Once one of the twins even went to put a hand on him to wake him, Scar's eyes flew open as his hand froze midair when it went to grab a dagger. Oh right, ally. Probably shouldn't kill him huh? Besides, he rather enjoyed the twins. They were useful and loyal, and most importantly trustworthy and reliable as well. That and he wasn't sure if he could even win a fight against the two of them fully armed. One of them? Maybe, they were still highly trained assassins after all. Two of them? Asking a bit much.

Anyway, with those thoughts tucked away, for now, he slowly got up and stretched his limbs, letting out a loud yawn. This entire ordeal had been a huge unnecessary hassle and he would be glad when they were done with it. With a bit of light stretching and a small meal in his belly, he assumed his position near the back of the party as they began to move. He seemed quite relaxed, hands in pockets and slumped forward with a sleepy look about him, but the others knew that his guard was still way and truly up despite what it may seem like. His keen ears twitched at any sudden noises, though even he found it hard to pick up some noises over the nonstop buzzing, followed by an almost dismissive glance in the direction of the noise before he turned his attention back to the group. Macey in particular.

Upon the group happening upon the stairway, even before the words came out of Argurth's mouth Scar was already prepping his small hand crossbow. He would probably only manage to get a few shots off if the fight got too messy, so he made sure that his daggers and throwing knives were onhand and ready to be drawn. By the time Arguth had decided to poke the fleshy hive, Scar was prepared for the horde that descended upon them.

Well, maybe not quite that ready for that many. Dear lord. With about half a dozen bolts in hand, he began to fire at whatever bugs first managed to get past the fire and ice shoot towards them. Having made notes about them during their previous encounters, he aimed for the bugs eyes and head. A body blow was nothing more than an inconvenience for them and a waste of precious ammo and time for Scar. Once he exhausted his seven shots, he was quick to change to hurling his knives at them. If needed he would draw his shortsword to engage them, but considering they would need to get throw the others first it may be unnecessary. But depending on Macey's mental state, he was prepared to help cover her if needed.