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@Lady Athena

Thank you, I added a bit to Smite. Against non undead or demons it only creates a blinding light which stuns her opponents. Obviously doesn't work on enemies who are blind.
Me and Ryo are working on a short collab for the fight between Shayle and Catarina. I'll be posting it soon so we can close up the night.
Breathing in that fresh Angi air, Rochelle forgot how much she missed home. "Aaaaah. Smell that nice, crisp air? All we need now is few cheap ales and gunfire and I'll really feel back at home." As Rochelle walked through the grassy field she took note of the city in the distance and the airship. She's been on an airship before, and in fact took one when she first left Angi. But she was fairly certain that this place wasn't the same city she left and she had no idea where they were right now. But if she got some directions she was sure she could figure her way around soon enough. QA few of the others seemed to react as if they've never seen an airship before, which made Rochelle snicker.

"Ain't you ever seen an airship before? It's like a boat that flies." The city in the distance didn't seem to have a dedicated air field for ships however. Generally if they did there would be way more flying about. Maybe it was just a slow day? Still Rochelle wasn't going to be all paranoid about it. It was just an airship. "Well let's not dawdle. I'm sure those bad guys are just itching for a fight. NO sense in leaving them waiting!"
Well, it's a 7 instead of a 15. I think I'll keep with the 15 this time.
Hello! I'm the other person Lucius invited to this RP! And here is my CS for you.




Name: Aimee Reiterpallasch
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality: Aimee carries herself like a noblewoman. That is to say, haughty and above the common rabble. While she does consider herself an adventurer, she also believes that most other adventurers are simply barbarians and brutes best used as fodder instead of true explorers and hunters. She has lost much hope in others and relies mostly on herself, and when she works in a team she generally only expects them not to get in her way. There is a kinder side to Aimee that she shows rarely, and generally only to those she calls her friends. Her friends need to be powerful, competent, and kind.

Biography: Aimee comes from the noble home of Reiterpallasch, explorers, scientist, and adventurers who have made many great discoveries for the benefit of mankind. Her father, the current heir of the Reiterpallasch family, is an alchemist who just recently discovered a cheap, controllably type of explosive propellent. Aimee’s mother was a former adventurer who often fought alongside her father, and help keep him in check back when they were young. It was her mother who taught Aimee how to fight, but it was her father who made and gave Aimee most of her equipment.

Aimee was raised to be wary of others. She was often warned by her father about how everyone could and would steal her fortune and fame away from her, and her mother told her some stories about the darker side of humanity. Thus Aimee grew up distrusting most people and becoming highly independent. Even now while she has good relationships with her parents, she doesn’t intend to stay at home and will carve out her own legacy.

Skills:
Aimee is a skilled combatant, capable of both ranged and melee combat. She prefers to use weapons such as thrusting swords or daggers, believing brute strength is a crutch when you have to fight against larger opponents who can easily out do the strength of any man. Thus you need speed and precision to not only avoid attacks, but also deliver critical blows. While Aimee is a decent archer she prefers to use her father’s home-made firearms which use his explosive propellant to fire silver bullets at her enemies. She has a wide variety of firearms back at her home that she’ll use to suit the prey she’s hunting at the time.

Aimee herself is very fast in both body and mind. She can analyze and react to situations in moments. Her formal education allows her to make calculations about her environment and her enemies to tip the battle in her favor, and her agile body allows her to avoid most attacks and out-maneuver her foes. She believes speed is power, and as long as she has that she needs nothing else. That being said, Aimee is not all knowing and tends to act passively when faced with an opponent she knows nothing about. And because she doesn’t favor armor or brute strength, Aimee has low defenses and if her mobility is hampered she would be in a very bad situation.

Lastly, Aimee’s formal class is Inquisitor. If a paladin is a cross between a warrior and a cleric, an inquisitor is a cross between a rogue and a cleric. Aimee’s class relies more on cunning and preparation instead of overwhelming might and indomitability. As an inquisitor Aimee also has access to a few holy magic, as well as unique magic only an Inquisitor can know. Her signature spell is called “Reload”, which normally just allows you to put a piece of ammo into a crossbow using only a voice command. However Aimee has tweaked the spell to allow her to do the same but with her bullets and guns, saving her a lot of time from reloading. It’s a very low level spell, but she uses it more than her stronger spells because of how useful it is.

Other:

Aimee’s spell list from strongest to weakest -
Reload: Readies ranged weapons to be fired again.
Sunlight: Creates a bright light. Can be dimmer if needed. Can also float in one spot or move wherever Aimee needs it.
Cure Light Wounds: Restores a small amount of damage.
Remove Poison: Removes any active poison from the target.
Blessed Weapon: Gives her weapon Holy Properties, allowing them to be highly effective against the undead and demons.
Iron Chains: Shoots out iron chains that wraps around and binds the target.
Smite: Strikes her foe with a divine bolt. Does massive damage against the undead and demons and prevents them from recovering their health for a short time. Against non undead or demonic opponents, it only creates a blinding light that stuns the target for a few seconds.
Sanctuary: Creates an impenetrable wall of Holy Energy in front of Aimee. It only lasts for as long as Aimee stays to maintain it, and once she moves away the wall will collapse.

While firearms are a staple in Aimee’s arsenal, her signature weapon is the Reiterpallasch, her family’s estoc. It is made of mithril, which makes it much lighter than normal metals as well as giving it silver properties. Her father has also fitted the Reiterpallasch with a gun built into the hilt, allowing Aimee to shot and stab someone at the same time. The Reiterpallasch as a sword specializes in thrusting attacks and doesn’t have an edge, but it does make her sword sturdier and she can simply beat people with the blunt side. She often uses a pistol named after her mother, Evelyn, which differs from most of her other pistols for having a long barrel. This allows for more accurate shot but makes it a bit heavier. If needed, it has a reinforced handle so she can grasp it by the barrel and bludgeon someone with it.
Do I need to roll a new stealth or do I just use the one from my last post?
"That's unfortunate, but I guess it can't be helped. We'll just have to make due with what we have." Kyra said when Escobert mentioned not having any magic weapons to help them. It was really just wishful thinking. Taking out her bow Kyra followed everyone through the tunnels and listened to what Escobert had to say. She also took note of this Mr. Lake, who Kyra wasn't familiar with. While there were still plenty of people in the village that Kyra didn't know, she doesn't remember if she's ever met Mr. Lake before. Perhaps they just never crossed paths. Given that he was a wizard, perhaps he had a cottage or something far from the village. While magic wasn't new or unusual to the village of Greenest, it wasn't exactly well known for it's mages or even alchemy. Not unless a mage wanted to alchemeically concoct mead or ale.

The tunnel itself was disgusting. Sure, Escobert and his men cleaned it up the best they could, but Kyra had smelled pig sty fresher than this. But she couldn't complain considering the circumstances. The sooner they left the better, and hopefully the smell wouldn't linger on their bodies. As they moved through the tunnel they met up with some of Escobert allies. However these were more people Kyra didn't recognize. They were figures wearing dark leather and masks, none of which seemed familiar with her. They had curved swords, which was a bit unusual since most of the militia preferred straight swords. Where these more adventurers that had come here earlier? And they spoke a language that Kyra couldn't place. Granted while common was the only language she's fluent in, she has heard words in elvish, dwarf, gnome, and even orc before. Nothing these people said sounded anything like that. It made her rather nervous.

Soon after Escobert led them to the door. The dark figures showed them how to come back in while Escobert mentioned that the lock was busted. Kyra had to keep a note of that in case they bring back any villagers. They may panic and try to get through the door without knocking, and get themselves cut down. That would be horrible. Everyone else moved up and got ready to sneak through the village but they were all waiting for Kyra. Even in this chaos she knew how to navigate the village since she was a youth. Before joining the chapel Kyra was a bit of a trouble maker, and knew how to run through the streets to avoid trouble. Once more she'll need to put those skills to use.

"Brannor, stay near me with your bow. If we run into lone enemies we will take them out one at a time. Parum, Torus, Mr. Lake, stay in the middle. If we encounter foes stay spread but don't go far. Orchid will be our rear. I do not want our enemies sneaking up on us."

Once everyone was in position Kyra took a deep breath, made a silent prayer to Chauntea, and started to make her way towards the chapel of Chauntea.

Sweet Devil simply rolled her eyes at all the drama around her. Perhaps it may be rather callous, but there was no sense in crying over spilled milk. What happened to Dreadlock was horrible, but nowadays people had the technology to survive almost total body destruction. Heck, many people have simply uploaded their conscious into cyborgs so they could take damage that would utterly kill normal people. In Sweet Devil's mind, these people were lamenting their own mistakes instead of Dreadlock's condition, which she had very little interest in. It was only Dreadlock that Sweet Devil was here for. Everyone else was just a convenience.

"Not do downplay the grief you must be feeling, but if you wish to help why don't you look into some cybernetics or something? I've heard of heroes who's gotten body parts replaced with that sort of stuff after accidents on the job. I'd go look myself if I knew anyone. Surely a high ranking hero like yourself must know a person or two?" Sweet Devil mostly wanted to get these people out of the room so she could focus on weaving her control over Dreadlock's mind. Doing a Dreamwalk required leaving her body defenseless, and she didn't trust these people not to do something to her while she was out.

@FallenTrinity@Emuxe
Bah, I'm sorry. Today has just been one shitshow after another today. Hopefully things are less chaotic tomorrow so I can get a post up. I'm sorry for anyone waiting on me!
Sorry for not posting for a while, I'll try and post tomorrow asap!
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