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Things are getting a little heated, no? Opening the RP to new players, by the way.
Also, Athos' investigation group is on a different period of time by the way. Just letting y'all know.
Also, Athos' investigation group is on a different period of time by the way. Just letting y'all know.
Varjan appeared to have snap back to reality with your words. But before he could respond, the doors to the shrine flew open. "Varjan! There you are!" A woman stormed in. She was blonde with green eyes wearing a simple yet elegant garb. Her beautiful face was marred by her angry expression.
"What are you doing here?! What are you doing to that poor girl?!" She demanded from Varjan. "I let you out of sight for just one moment and you're off causing gods know what?!" The quiet and peaceful domain of Aylama broken from this one furious woman. "Release her at once!" She angrily ordered Varjan.
"Mom, it's... this isn't what you think..." Varjan tried to explain as he let you go.
"I don't want to hear your f***ing excuses!" Varjan's mother rebuked as she violently pulled him away from your side. "Go home and prepare for your next match!" She practically shrieked at her son. Varjan said not a word, doing as he was told and quickly exiting the shrine. "What happens if you're caught off-guard in the tournament because you're not ready? Stupid boy..."
The mother then inhaled as she calmed down. Now with a earnest-seeming smile on her face, she addressed you. "Sorry about that, my dear. I saw him holding you, are you hurt? What did he do to you?" She asked with concern. "Worry not, I shall make sure Varjan is disciplined properly."
Seraph Academy ---> City Square
Practice Halls ---> Northern Parts
~~~ @Frozen0Titan (KAZ & MAL), @Pyromaniacwolf ~~~
"It seems too easy a reason used, however, and I find it most curious. Perhaps we can talk further at a tavern close by and share a drink, if you're willing?"
"The offer is appreciated but I must decline." Tozen replied. "My vacation is coming to an end and I'd like to enjoy the festivities Razelia has to offer while I can. Who knows? This might be my last venture here. Take care, Sir Kazudain."
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"Learn your craft boy, it can't help you if you can't use it."
"I'm. So. Sick. Of HEARING THAT!" Zeen yelled to the leaving Vuldur. "You think I haven't been trying to learn?! You think I'm just some phony magician?! You think it's my fault I'm not as magically attuned as you?!" The boy got off the stage to face Vuldur.
"You think I'm insignificant, don't you? You think I'm just a nobody who can't change anything like all those idiots in Seraph Academy." Zeen accused the Beastkin. "You know what? I'll show you. Let's duel, Beastkin. Right here, right now." The boy challenged Vuldur. It was probably not his wisest decision though he was a little too enraged for any wisdom to show.
Meanwhile, all this commotion was attracting a few people. Kazudain and Maldur included.
Seraph Academy
Practice Halls
~~~ @AzureKnight (LIS) ~~~
Zev'jul tried another melee attack and was caught in your trap, getting electrocuted by the lightning around you. And with a powerful slash, the mimicking sorcerer was knocked to the floor although, not reverting to his original form just yet.
The referee went over to your downed opponent and hesitantly checked him. "Zev'jul is down! Princess Lisiathus is the winner!" The referee announced. The audience roared with cheer for the princess of Razelia. Even your brother joined the cheering, clapping his hands loudly. Meanwhile, Zev'jul reverted to his original appearance moments after he had recovered.
"A fine fight, Miss. Truly the Princess of Razelia." Zev'jul complimented you as he got up and dusted himself off. "Your skills may need refinement but I have no doubt that you can win this tournament with relative ease. Unless of course there is someone here who is equal or more to you in skill and ability. Is there such a participant in this tournament?"
~~~ @AzureKnight (HIS) ~~~
Both the Wood Elf were awed at your performance. How you leapt and evaded your opponent's attacks. Primera did not react fast enough and you manage to take her bow away. She was also not fast enough to react to your solid punch which sent her to the floor some feet away.
The referee went over to your downed opponent and checked her. "Primera is down! Hisana is the winner!" The referee announced. What audience there was delivered a soft applause at your victory before exiting the hall. The Elf you beat said not a word as she got up. Completely ignoring you as she made her way out of the hall.
"Yo!" A familiar voice called out to you. "Remember me? We bumped into each other, remember? Sorry about that." It was the black-armored warrior who took your gold while he was screaming about the end of days. "Nice fight with Zevvie though. Too bad he's not the one I know and sometimes love."
"The name's Keith by the way. Keith North. Super Merc who REALLY doesn't want to be here." The warrior mercenary introduced himself. "Say, you wanna hear a secret?"
Thessir's attacker was pulled away by Raviel but did not heed the Beastkin's words, too clouded with rage to even hear anything.
The student shook off Raviel's hold on him and lunged at the Beastkin, sinking his teeth on Raviel's right ear to inflict pain and to make the Beastkin flinch. After the bite, the student punched Raviel right in the face and knocked him to the ground. The student was then on top of the Beastkin and continued throwing hooks and punches aimed at Raviel's head.
Meanwhile, Thessir was allowed to recover as his attacker shifted his attention to the Beastkin and did not pay the Rogue Elf even a sliver of mind. Basically, Thessir was free to save his savior. He, of course, needed to be careful about it. There was no telling what this rabid-like student could do.
Luminous Citadel ---> Eastern Gate Town
Meeting Room ---> Warehouse
"Get me the list of items you need and I can procure them within the hour. Where do you want to meet after this?"
"How about the Radiant Church? We won't look too suspicious if we meet there. So shall we meet again in thirty minutes and start our plan?"
"We are all in agreement then? I shall see you all later."
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Night had fallen and after Athos was given the accessories to be planted on Juan de la Cruz, Athos instructed the three investigators to the warehouse. While Athos would monitor the person, it would be efficient to also investigate the warehouse activities while they were at it. They were told to gather any evidence they find and see. They will be invited to the Luminous Citadel again sometime tomorrow.
The warehouse itself appeared to be nothing remarkable. It was just an inconspicuous building sitting on a large plot of land and quite some distance from another building. There appeared to be no one guarding or patrolling the warehouse which made it even more unremarkable. However, the three knew better so they must be careful in approaching and entering these private premises.
But how will they do that? That is up to them to decide on a plan of action.
Eddie Cage & Dorma
The awkward stares were not unnoticed by Dorma. She internally screamed. She had embarrassed herself in front of Yosafire and her friends. Dorma dutifully accepted the pie and said nothing else, too down for any words.
Dorma was about to leave when she bumped into a certain human. "Ah, oh. I'm sorry." Dorma apologized, almost dropping her newly-bought pie.
"No worries. Could've been worse." Eddie replied. "Could'a splashed that pie all over me."
Dorma forced out a chuckle and noticed that this newcomer was no resident of the Gray Village. "Umm... who are you?"
"Heh, I'm..." Eddie was going to list off all his accomplishments again but decided now was not the time. "...a visitor. For the festival." The former actor then noticed that he was actually at the pie stand that Ater talked about. "Heeeey, this is that famous Dialo's Pie shop, isn't it? Are the pies here that good? You got one more for this wayward visitor?"
Dorma elected to stay quiet and let the others answer this 'visitor'.
A bump for this!
I'm looking for 1-2 more players and if you are interested, PLEASE PM ME.
I'm looking for 1-2 more players and if you are interested, PLEASE PM ME.
A bump for this!
I'm looking for 1-2 more players and if you are interested, PLEASE PM ME.
I'm looking for 1-2 more players and if you are interested, PLEASE PM ME.
@Restalaan
Edited the latest post a bit to include you.
EDIT:
Also put up some NPC info on the Characters Tab. I'll update the player roster later (maybe).
Edited the latest post a bit to include you.
EDIT:
Also put up some NPC info on the Characters Tab. I'll update the player roster later (maybe).
The Long Road Home
~@The Irish Tree (NEP)~
In the book, you find out about planes and realms other than this one. Examples include 'Heaven' where the Chief God resided along with other holy entities like Angels and Valkyries and other gods. Then there is 'Pandemonium', a realm where time flowed differently. It is the home of the Fallen God, a goddess who was consumed with pleasure and switched sides, extending her depravity to her subordinated and her realm. There is also 'Wonderland', a childish and whimsical realm created by one of the Demon Lord's daughters.
Getting to Heaven practically requires a miracle. Only a select few mortals have entered the realm of the gods and even then, they do not always get to meet the gods themselves. Meanwhile, getting into the other two realms is much easier though not without conditions. Getting into Pandemonium requires contacting a subordinate of the Fallen God like a Dark Priest or a Dark Angel and simply asking them how though they will likely ask something in return. On the other hand, getting into Wonderland requires following a Wererabbit if it heads off although the usual way of getting into Wonderland was simply getting whisked there randomly.
You notice that it was highly improbable that Neil came from any of these realms. But before you could open the next book, Neil suddenly burst into the lounge. "Neph! I need your help! Talia's in trouble!"
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You follow Neil to Talia's room. "I had a bad feeling when Bast removed the bullet from Talia's shoulder from last night. He may have removed the bullet and cauterized the wound but I had doubts that the surgery was completely effective." Neil explained as the two of you walked. "The wound probably didn't heal completely or got infected. Whatever it is, it lead to Talia getting sick. I need your help to carry Talia into the wagon so I can bring her to Mahigan to get proper medical attention." Neil requested of you. "I'd ask Rebecca or Bast for some quick healing magic but I think they've already left."
"Say, found anything about other dimensions in our library?"
Who Are You To Judge?
~@Lacroix~
You reach Boreal Port by midday, the smell of seawater and salt immediately filling your nose. The town itself was quite simple and there were no buildings that stood out from the rest except for a large church that appeared to be visible from any point in Boreal port. It was doubtful that it belonged to the Order as the coastal town was definitely accepting of monsters judging from how you have seen some monsters obviously amongst the population.
Asking around for a missing person being sought out by a Jeb Blanck, the answers you have received were all along the lines of 'I don't know.' or 'Who is Jeb Blanck?'. All except this one Holstaur woman who responded differently. "Jeb Blanck. Hmmm... Oh! I know him! He is one odd fellow. What do you need with him again? Someone missing? How do you know him?"
The Holstaur looked like any other Holstaur but you get the feeling that she really has something to do with your quest. Could she be the missing lady after all?
The Sky Is The Limit
~@The Irish Tree (MAG), @Restalaan (YNG)~
"You don't have to worry about that, Miss Yang. My calculations are impeccable. Me crashing is highly unlikely!" Kyle replied confidently. "Also, I'm afraid there's only one room in this machine. But worry not, I endeavor to add more seats for my invention."
"Oh dear, poor Talia. She has a lot invested in this, that I can guarantee you. Alas, the only thing we can do for her now is make sure her efforts did not go to waste." Kyle replied. "As for your idea, Mister Magnus, I can fly even further if you'd like!" The inventor laughed confidently.
Kyle then began the finishing touches to his machine. "A person who merely watches the flight of a bird... gathers the impression that the bird has nothing more to think of other than the flapping of its wings." He began rambling to you. "As a matter of fact, this is only a small part of its mental labor." He continued. "To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind... in order to fly securely through the air will take the better part of a day."
"The bird has learned this art of equilibrium and learned it so thoroughly... that its skill is not apparent to our sight." Kyle then stood in front of the machine. "We only learn to appreciate it... when we try to imitate it." He then crawled under the machine. "And I, Kyle Charlston, will now demonstrate... the miracle of flight." He grabbed a wooden beam in the contraption, presumably there to help him hold on to the machine during the flight.
"Mister Magnus, Miss Yang, would you like the honor of naming my invention?" Kyle asked of you. "Maybe a great yell too?"
Just Business
~@Lmpkio~
You may have punched the first warrior away but when it came to the Eastern swordsman, he parried your formidable punch and then delivered a sharp blow to your face with the hilt of his sword that left you dazed for a few moments. "Amai!" Before you could recover, the warrior was already zipping around you in very quick bursts of speed and slashing you with his two blades. Your mighty scales protect you from the blows but for how long?
"You are fighting a Ronin, Dragon lady! He is very fast! Don't make any predictable moves!" George advised from the barricade.
~@13org (BST), @Silver Carrot~
While Bast handled the other warriors with relative, Eilidh fought the much more competent trident-wielding warrior.
Eilidh swung her sword but the trident-wielder strafed to her left side just as her blade fell. "Mars me adiuvat!" The warrior thrust his trident into Eilidh's equine body. Being a monster, her physiology meant she had a tough hide so the trident did not hit deep. Still, it pierced and the wound she received bled profusely.
After pulling his trident from Eilidh, the warrior waited for her next move. It appeared he was focused solely on Eilidh which meant he could be open to an attack from an outsider.
"You are fighting a Gladiator, you two! He is aggressive and quick on his feet!" George gave some advice from the barricade.
One Man's Trash
~@13org (FYR), @Restalaan (DIT)~
"Oh, you're the guild, are you?" The two old people stopped their activity. "Don't worry, guv, everything's okay. Even more okay now that you've showed up. Ah, by the way I'm Mister Tornil and this is my wife."
"We love nobility, you see. And famous people." Mrs. Tornil began. "That's why we came to this tinsel town."
"Yes. Before you came, we were looking through the Elibe family's rubbish." Mr. Tornil continued. "We climbed some steep walls for this, that we did." Apparently they have trespassed property to steal the garbage you see now.
"The things these nobles throw away. They're not like you or me." The wife excitedly remarked.
"My wife here has the most unbelievable collection of noble underwear and bathroom products." Mr. Tornil sounded as if that were something to be proud of. "Things they've actually used themselves!"
"We could do with some help. All this climbing over walls and rooting through bins is such a business. Nigel here has a bad knee!" Mrs. Tornil then spoke. "We just need a few souvenirs from Ambran. For my museum."
"L-L-L-Look here. I heard there is an archery competition going to be held in the western outskirts of Ambran." Nigel began explaining. "We hear that there are going to be some Zipanguese upper class that will be participating. If you could... get those arrows they use, then payment will be guaranteed."
~@The Irish Tree (NEP)~
In the book, you find out about planes and realms other than this one. Examples include 'Heaven' where the Chief God resided along with other holy entities like Angels and Valkyries and other gods. Then there is 'Pandemonium', a realm where time flowed differently. It is the home of the Fallen God, a goddess who was consumed with pleasure and switched sides, extending her depravity to her subordinated and her realm. There is also 'Wonderland', a childish and whimsical realm created by one of the Demon Lord's daughters.
Getting to Heaven practically requires a miracle. Only a select few mortals have entered the realm of the gods and even then, they do not always get to meet the gods themselves. Meanwhile, getting into the other two realms is much easier though not without conditions. Getting into Pandemonium requires contacting a subordinate of the Fallen God like a Dark Priest or a Dark Angel and simply asking them how though they will likely ask something in return. On the other hand, getting into Wonderland requires following a Wererabbit if it heads off although the usual way of getting into Wonderland was simply getting whisked there randomly.
You notice that it was highly improbable that Neil came from any of these realms. But before you could open the next book, Neil suddenly burst into the lounge. "Neph! I need your help! Talia's in trouble!"
------
You follow Neil to Talia's room. "I had a bad feeling when Bast removed the bullet from Talia's shoulder from last night. He may have removed the bullet and cauterized the wound but I had doubts that the surgery was completely effective." Neil explained as the two of you walked. "The wound probably didn't heal completely or got infected. Whatever it is, it lead to Talia getting sick. I need your help to carry Talia into the wagon so I can bring her to Mahigan to get proper medical attention." Neil requested of you. "I'd ask Rebecca or Bast for some quick healing magic but I think they've already left."
"Say, found anything about other dimensions in our library?"
Who Are You To Judge?
~@Lacroix~
You reach Boreal Port by midday, the smell of seawater and salt immediately filling your nose. The town itself was quite simple and there were no buildings that stood out from the rest except for a large church that appeared to be visible from any point in Boreal port. It was doubtful that it belonged to the Order as the coastal town was definitely accepting of monsters judging from how you have seen some monsters obviously amongst the population.
Asking around for a missing person being sought out by a Jeb Blanck, the answers you have received were all along the lines of 'I don't know.' or 'Who is Jeb Blanck?'. All except this one Holstaur woman who responded differently. "Jeb Blanck. Hmmm... Oh! I know him! He is one odd fellow. What do you need with him again? Someone missing? How do you know him?"
The Holstaur looked like any other Holstaur but you get the feeling that she really has something to do with your quest. Could she be the missing lady after all?
The Sky Is The Limit
~@The Irish Tree (MAG), @Restalaan (YNG)~
"About the flight machine, did you put any safety in it should it crash? Otherwise...I could ride with you. It won't help a lot but I can probably land safely with you."
"You don't have to worry about that, Miss Yang. My calculations are impeccable. Me crashing is highly unlikely!" Kyle replied confidently. "Also, I'm afraid there's only one room in this machine. But worry not, I endeavor to add more seats for my invention."
"Talia...well...she caught a fever, and is back at the guild. She wanted me to get these to you...s-so you could fly. She wanted me to tell her everything about it, b-but I had an idea. Do you think that...you could fly over the guild? I don't know how far this machine can go, but I just..."
"Oh dear, poor Talia. She has a lot invested in this, that I can guarantee you. Alas, the only thing we can do for her now is make sure her efforts did not go to waste." Kyle replied. "As for your idea, Mister Magnus, I can fly even further if you'd like!" The inventor laughed confidently.
Kyle then began the finishing touches to his machine. "A person who merely watches the flight of a bird... gathers the impression that the bird has nothing more to think of other than the flapping of its wings." He began rambling to you. "As a matter of fact, this is only a small part of its mental labor." He continued. "To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind... in order to fly securely through the air will take the better part of a day."
"The bird has learned this art of equilibrium and learned it so thoroughly... that its skill is not apparent to our sight." Kyle then stood in front of the machine. "We only learn to appreciate it... when we try to imitate it." He then crawled under the machine. "And I, Kyle Charlston, will now demonstrate... the miracle of flight." He grabbed a wooden beam in the contraption, presumably there to help him hold on to the machine during the flight.
"Mister Magnus, Miss Yang, would you like the honor of naming my invention?" Kyle asked of you. "Maybe a great yell too?"
Just Business
~@Lmpkio~
You may have punched the first warrior away but when it came to the Eastern swordsman, he parried your formidable punch and then delivered a sharp blow to your face with the hilt of his sword that left you dazed for a few moments. "Amai!" Before you could recover, the warrior was already zipping around you in very quick bursts of speed and slashing you with his two blades. Your mighty scales protect you from the blows but for how long?
"You are fighting a Ronin, Dragon lady! He is very fast! Don't make any predictable moves!" George advised from the barricade.
~@13org (BST), @Silver Carrot~
While Bast handled the other warriors with relative, Eilidh fought the much more competent trident-wielding warrior.
Eilidh swung her sword but the trident-wielder strafed to her left side just as her blade fell. "Mars me adiuvat!" The warrior thrust his trident into Eilidh's equine body. Being a monster, her physiology meant she had a tough hide so the trident did not hit deep. Still, it pierced and the wound she received bled profusely.
After pulling his trident from Eilidh, the warrior waited for her next move. It appeared he was focused solely on Eilidh which meant he could be open to an attack from an outsider.
"You are fighting a Gladiator, you two! He is aggressive and quick on his feet!" George gave some advice from the barricade.
One Man's Trash
~@13org (FYR), @Restalaan (DIT)~
"I... I'm sorry to interrupt you... But we indeed are from the guild... Is everything... ok?"
"Oh, you're the guild, are you?" The two old people stopped their activity. "Don't worry, guv, everything's okay. Even more okay now that you've showed up. Ah, by the way I'm Mister Tornil and this is my wife."
"We love nobility, you see. And famous people." Mrs. Tornil began. "That's why we came to this tinsel town."
"Yes. Before you came, we were looking through the Elibe family's rubbish." Mr. Tornil continued. "We climbed some steep walls for this, that we did." Apparently they have trespassed property to steal the garbage you see now.
"The things these nobles throw away. They're not like you or me." The wife excitedly remarked.
"My wife here has the most unbelievable collection of noble underwear and bathroom products." Mr. Tornil sounded as if that were something to be proud of. "Things they've actually used themselves!"
"We could do with some help. All this climbing over walls and rooting through bins is such a business. Nigel here has a bad knee!" Mrs. Tornil then spoke. "We just need a few souvenirs from Ambran. For my museum."
"L-L-L-Look here. I heard there is an archery competition going to be held in the western outskirts of Ambran." Nigel began explaining. "We hear that there are going to be some Zipanguese upper class that will be participating. If you could... get those arrows they use, then payment will be guaranteed."
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