Restalaan

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Nakushita@PaulHaynek@Hammerman@Rezod92

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

She didn't notice! That had Skarsneek happy as she didn't even mention about his gender!

"Right, this here is a goblin! Annoying, charming, and also the best at mischief!" He pointed to himself with a wink towards Yuki, introducing himself as he's probably the first goblin she saw in her life. "I'm also the sneakiest around here, so you want a place to have a break-in, I'm the best monster for the job!"

Then looking at Samael and Yuki interacting with one another. Skarsneek grinned ear to ear as he slide next to Samael and put his arm around his aslders like close friends did.

"Ey, I was also born and raised in the mountains! One of the eight, in fact." Skarsneek beamed as he pointed a thumb to himself before gently putting Samael forward. Letting the demon have some confidence boost with him at the back, whispering to him quietly. "Go get her."

Then afterward, he turned to Kerry, Lunatea and Takeshi.

"Right, I got to see a man about his dog. See ya for the night!" He announced to the rest of them, intent on retiring for the night but not before doing one little thing.

@AzureKnight

Finding the sisters, Skarsneek will try to see if he can get to meet and talk to Hinami alone. There's something bothering him for a while now and he intends to get to the root of it. After all, they're family now. Can't let small things grow into a large problem. He thought idly with both hands on his head.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Seeing the blue flames, Gringor eyes was blinded but the residual figures of were mages was still in his mind.

Not bothering to scream, he continued forward as air escaped his lungs but he moved on. Flames burnt him and hehasdoubt have only seconds to last startse he start to burn.

Yet Gringor slammed his foot forward! There was no retreat, he'll cut all of them down even if he was ashes! No retreat! Never!

Through the flames, his ax flashed forward and inches away from cutting down the shaman before he fell like a puppet with its string cut. Gringor ax merely doing superficial damage at that point as it harmlessly pushed the shaman's body back.

Ignoring that, Gringor turned before seeing all the other shamans in similar states. Idly, he patted the remaining flames and felt the stinging air on his skin. It was like it was rubbed raw.

Still, better than being roast pork, he supposed.

Looking around, taking a deep breath before bellowing outwards like a wild beast. His cry shattering the night silence, echoing far and wide across the jungle.

Once done, he recalled something about underboss Takeshi's words. Or the gist of it.

"Your bossman wears woman's clothing like Nike Maiko, Miso, Miko?" Gringor guessed, hoping that he got it somewhat correct. His guttural Zipangnese wasn't the best. "He sent me here to crack yer heads on why youz didn't come for the scrap at the beach."

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

Same, sorry but this weekend is swamping with work. I'll get something by Tuesday night or so.

Jianghu: Age After War

Xiao Shan, Young Master of the Broken Mountain Sect

Stealing? Hah! It’s called learning!

Name: Xiao Shan

Age: 19

Rank: First Class Warrior

Allegiance: The Iron Concord (Formerly The Recusant)

Appearance:

Appearance: 210 cm, 85 kg.

Amongst the Broken Mountain Sect, Xiao Shan is the tallest, including her own father. A source of pride for the latter and consternation for the former. Xiao Shan is dressed in a weird mixture of both Han and Wakoku clothing style. One that isn’t out of place in her sect but outside of it, it’s very obvious and clashing.

Additionally, Xiao Shan always wears the mask to denote her official position as the Broken Mountain Sect Young Master as per tradition and never seen going out without it and thus, leading to many outlandish claims of the Young Master of the Broken Mountain Sect being a disfigured brute of a man.

Yet, despite all of that, she is a female. One that many others would envy heavily if they saw what lay underneath her thick eastern clothing that masks her true gender.

Personality:

Personality: Xiao Shan is one that never shies away from learning something new or fawning over things she finds exciting or fascinating regardless of how trivial it is. This bled into her martial art style, not having a single iota of shame when it comes to learning new techniques and moves that other sects perform. An image that the Broken Mountains thievery on techniques and moves also encourages.

As another side result of her upbringing from her sect, she’s also very blunt at times which often brings her plenty of trouble outside of her home and downright insensitive to the majority of the Jianghu.

History:

History: Hailing from the Broken Mountain Sect, a recusant sect that came about from multiple martial artists of sordid, fallen or exiled past, congregating together to form their own haven amongst the many mountainous regions in the Jianghu.

Xiao Shan, daughter of the Unrestrained Master that leads the Broken Mountain Sect, was raised amongst the band that conducts bodyguard business, protection racket, Inn business, and smuggling routes for less than savory merchants.

Her father, who desired a son instead of a daughter, felt conflicted at her birth, and thus, decided to raise Xiao Shan up like a son instead. Under his watchful eyes, Xiao Shan was raised thoroughly as the next successor of the Broken Mountain Sect. Given the best training, attention, and care, she was even allowed to accompany her father on official business for running the sect.

Seeing many faces, from devils, and scums of the lowest rung to honourable warriors, saints and even heroes of the Martial Alliance. Xiao Shan was intrigued and listened to many stories told by travellers that stayed in their territory. Filling her heart with tales of heroism and stoic stories of how the Iron Concord was forged, alongside with the eventual sacrifice of the many heroes and Heavenly Demonic Master.

This stoked a fire in her heart, desiring and wishing to be as great as these heroes were. After all, they saved the entire Jianghu and stopped the tracks of the Devil Clan. Were they not examples to be followed?

Yet no sooner than the major conflict was over, did the Resucants begin to turn their attention to old grudges again. The Broken Mountain sect had suffered attacks from the Martial Alliance despite not being close to the initial conflict, only being dragged into it after enough assault.

But the perpetrators were caught, their vengeance sated, was it not enough?

No, it was not. They may be outcasts, but to show weakness in front of this affront, was to invite greater danger and shame upon themselves. An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

Thus, Xiao Shan left the Broken Mountain Sect home under the pretence of undergoing her wandering trials to break into the Peak Master, understanding that she and her father will never see eye to eye in regard to the Iron Concord.

Equipment:

Equipment: War Club, a heavy piece of steel and hardwood meant for bludgeoning others. Two grown men would struggle to even lift the heavy war club but Xiao Shan alone is able to wield it like a normal club.

Cultivation Base: Sturdy as a mountain

The foundations of the Broken Mountain Sect are numerous as it is mixed. Born from multiple masters mixing and numerous unfortunate trials ranging from humiliating to deadly, one path was finally created to be the basis of its Martial arts.

These mix of ideas, while contrary to some of the Recusant view, had its origin from former Orthodox Masters. To gain true strength, one must endure numerous trials and dangers.

Many Broken Mountain Practitioners are noted for their impressive physical bodies because of this. Bones are broken but healed, then hardened over time that it’s no different from iron. Some are even able to mimic the Iron Fist techniques just as well, one that has caused no few arguments with the Iron Fist Sect, claiming it was stolen.

Finally, for those that met the requirements of the body. Will have another wisdom imparted to them.

Through the body growth, shall Qi follow.

By pushing the body to its limits, one gains a foundation strong like a mountain and in turn, allows pathways of Qi to be developed in tandem. These pathways are then slowly mastered before pushing it to the limits just as well.

The advanced techniques will be utilising Qi as part of the strikes themselves and Infusing their weapon, making even the simple twig to be as sharp and hard as a piece of steel.

Then, the final techniques are the mind. It is particularly the hardest, as it involves studying oneself thoroughly and pushing basics like Qi Sensory, pre-initiative, post-initiative and finally, foresight to its mastery.

Lastly, the pinnacle will be a combination of Qi, Mind and Body, effectively allowing the user to break past their very limits. Once all conditions are met, only then can one reach the desired level of Profound, or perhaps, the coveted Heavenly Master rank. Commonly referred to as breaking the mountain itself.

Techniques:

Iron Skin - Hardening one limb enough to the point that the skin darkens till it’s black, creating a powerful defensive skill that can block even weapons. A favoured way of showcasing one prowess amongst the Broken Mountain Sect, it’s the very technique that the Iron Fist claimed to be stolen from them. Arguments arose aplenty, saying that their technique could never match the true Iron Fist style. Yet those that dare utter such words often don’t last long in front of the Broken Mountain Masters.

Thunder Strike - Xiao Shen infuses either a limb or weapon with Qi, compresses, and releases, creating a powerful shockwave on point of impact. It’s her father's trademark skill and the only technique that she can match her father.

Slow Observation - Xiao Shan utilizes Qi to further speed up her senses and thoughts, allowing her to perceive the world in a slower manner and thus, pick up things that usually are missed by others. An advance technique meant for Peak Masters but she had learned it unintentionally since young, enabling her to progress her skill far more rapidly.

Jianghu: Age After War

Xiao Shan, Young Master of the Broken Mountain Sect

Stealing? Hah! It’s called learning!

Name: Xiao Shan

Age: 19

Rank: First Class Warrior

Allegiance: The Iron Concord (Formerly The Recusant)

Appearance:

Appearance: 210 cm, 85 kg.

Amongst the Broken Mountain Sect, Xiao Shan is the tallest, including her own father. A source of pride for the latter and consternation for the former. Xiao Shan is dressed in a weird mixture of both Han and Wakoku clothing style. One that isn’t out of place in her sect but outside of it, it’s very obvious and clashing.

Additionally, Xiao Shan always wears the mask to denote her official position as the Broken Mountain Sect Young Master as per tradition and never seen going out without it and thus, leading to many outlandish claims of the Young Master of the Broken Mountain Sect being a disfigured brute of a man.

Yet, despite all of that, she is a female. One that many others would envy heavily if they saw what lay underneath her thick eastern clothing that masks her true gender.

Personality:

Personality: Xiao Shan is one that never shies away from learning something new or fawning over things she finds exciting or fascinating regardless of how trivial it is. This bled into her martial art style, not having a single iota of shame when it comes to learning new techniques and moves that other sects perform. An image that the Broken Mountains thievery on techniques and moves also encourages.

As another side result of her upbringing from her sect, she’s also very blunt at times which often brings her plenty of trouble outside of her home and downright insensitive to the majority of the Jianghu.

History:

History: Hailing from the Broken Mountain Sect, a recusant sect that came about from multiple martial artists of sordid, fallen or exiled past, congregating together to form their own haven amongst the many mountainous regions in the Jianghu.

Xiao Shan, daughter of the Unrestrained Master that leads the Broken Mountain Sect, was raised amongst the band that conducts bodyguard business, protection racket, Inn business, and smuggling routes for less than savory merchants.

Her father, who desired a son instead of a daughter, felt conflicted at her birth, and thus, decided to raise Xiao Shan up like a son instead. Under his watchful eyes, Xiao Shan was raised thoroughly as the next successor of the Broken Mountain Sect. Given the best training, attention, and care, she was even allowed to accompany her father on official business for running the sect.

Seeing many faces, from devils, and scums of the lowest rung to honourable warriors, saints and even heroes of the Martial Alliance. Xiao Shan was intrigued and listened to many stories told by travellers that stayed in their territory. Filling her heart with tales of heroism and stoic stories of how the Iron Concord was forged, alongside with the eventual sacrifice of the many heroes and Heavenly Demonic Master.

This stoked a fire in her heart, desiring and wishing to be as great as these heroes were. After all, they saved the entire Jianghu and stopped the tracks of the Devil Clan. Were they not examples to be followed?

Yet no sooner than the major conflict was over, did the Resucants begin to turn their attention to old grudges again. The Broken Mountain sect had suffered attacks from the Martial Alliance despite not being close to the initial conflict, only being dragged into it after enough assault.

But the perpetrators were caught, their vengeance sated, was it not enough?

No, it was not. They may be outcasts, but to show weakness in front of this affront, was to invite greater danger and shame upon themselves. An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

Thus, Xiao Shan left the Broken Mountain Sect home under the pretence of undergoing her wandering trials to break into the Peak Master, understanding that she and her father will never see eye to eye in regard to the Iron Concord.

Equipment:

Equipment: War Club, a heavy piece of steel and hardwood meant for bludgeoning others. Two grown men would struggle to even lift the heavy war club but Xiao Shan alone is able to wield it like a normal club.

Cultivation Base: Sturdy as a mountain

The foundations of the Broken Mountain Sect are numerous as it is mixed. Born from multiple masters mixing and numerous unfortunate trials ranging from humiliating to deadly, one path was finally created to be the basis of its Martial arts.

These mix of ideas, while contrary to some of the Recusant view, had its origin from former Orthodox Masters. To gain true strength, one must endure numerous trials and dangers.

Many Broken Mountain Practitioners are noted for their impressive physical bodies because of this. Bones are broken but healed, then hardened over time that it’s no different from iron. Some are even able to mimic the Iron Fist techniques just as well, one that has caused no few arguments with the Iron Fist Sect, claiming it was stolen.

Finally, for those that met the requirements of the body. Will have another wisdom imparted to them.

Through the body growth, shall Qi follow.

By pushing the body to its limits, one gains a foundation strong like a mountain and in turn, allows pathways of Qi to be developed in tandem. These pathways are then slowly mastered before pushing it to the limits just as well.

The advanced techniques will be utilising Qi as part of the strikes themselves and Infusing their weapon, making even the simple twig to be as sharp and hard as a piece of steel.

Then, the final techniques are the mind. It is particularly the hardest, as it involves studying oneself thoroughly and pushing basics like Qi Sensory, pre-initiative, post-initiative and finally, foresight to its mastery.

Lastly, the pinnacle will be a combination of Qi, Mind and Body, effectively allowing the user to break past their very limits. Once all conditions are met, only then can one reach the desired level of Profound, or perhaps, the coveted Heavenly Master rank. Commonly referred to as breaking the mountain itself.

Techniques:

Iron Skin - Hardening one limb enough to the point that the skin darkens till it’s black, creating a powerful defensive skill that can block even weapons. A favoured way of showcasing one prowess amongst the Broken Mountain Sect, it’s the very technique that the Iron Fist claimed to be stolen from them. Arguments arose aplenty, saying that their technique could never match the true Iron Fist style. Yet those that dare utter such words often don’t last long in front of the Broken Mountain Masters.

Thunder Strike - Xiao Shen infuses either a limb or weapon with Qi, compresses, and releases, creating a powerful shockwave on point of impact. It’s her father's trademark skill and the only technique that she can match her father.

Slow Observation - Xiao Shan utilizes Qi to further speed up her senses and thoughts, allowing her to perceive the world in a slower manner and thus, pick up things that usually are missed by others. An advance technique meant for Peak Masters but she had learned it unintentionally since young, enabling her to progress her skill far more rapidly.

@OwO

Finally got my CS up, sorry it took a bit.

Jianghu: Age After War

@Zeroth i will fully review this later today (within like 16 hours)

<Snipped quote by Restalaan>

Characters would probably have some kind of personal goal they're working towards. It could be rebuilding their clan, it could be getting revenge for the death of someone from the war, it could just plain be exploring the world. The overarching goal of the story hasn't really been finalized since I plan to work around the initial group of characters, but it would generally involve accidentally becoming embroiled in a conspiracy about the war and figuring out some answers about the war.

In regards to faction, Almost, yea. You can have your character be of any faction. Martial alliance, recusant, scattered Heavenly Demonic Cult, independent. The only limit is probably currently being aligned with the Devil Clans, since that would paint a massive target and be a little unwieldy. Former Devil Clan is fine though. The main thing is that your character should, in theory, be able to wander in a theoretical neutral zone within the Jianghu and not be iced on the street.

@OwO

Aight, I'll get to making the CS in a day or two.

Jianghu: Age After War

I would like to join, but for now, what is the goal? Basically rebuilt whatever clan our character choose or is aligned with? And what is the limitation (I.E Can we create our character in any of the factions involved?).

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Körbl Meier

"That'll be two grand in cash, with the fact that this gold bar is unmarked, dangerous business you know-"

Körbl tuned it out as he looked at the multitude of newspaper cutting, some of it old and worn, while a fresh one just arrived today. Detailing about the hero convention event in Philadelphia, multiple heroes of middle-rank and an appearance of a top tier hero.

"And as per your request, satellite phone, keyed to a specific number."

Hmm, fairy hero turned serial killer? Körbl scratched the bottom of his chin as that detail caught his attention, wondering how that happened.

"Hunting knives-"

He walked onwards, ignoring the muffled music in the background as the carpeted room did a poor job absorbing it alongside the random, chaotic mix of footsteps dancing to it. At least the strong scent of alcohol, tobacco, mixed smoke of electronic vapes, and the scent of people was kept away properly.

"Passport, as mister Engelbert..."

Tracing a finger on a counter situated in the middle, its surface and interior reinforced enough to handle bullets from assault rifles. No doubt, the glass that separated the room in half, was similarly reinforced.

"Clothes, a bank account, card, no strings attached and clear of anything. As usual."

Though it wasn't as strong as the ones in Thornwood Asylum. It would easily be shattered had he decided to break in with his fist alone, never mind the knife that he had.

Then again, he was already behind it anyways.

"Of course, the moment you've been waiting for-"

Körbl finally turned to his dealer as he produced two large golf bag from the sides, heaving and grunting as he struggled to place it on top of the oak table, filled with countless swords.

Pulling one out, he inspected it carefully. All of them high quality but ordinary made steel. It wasn't anything special compared to his first one but they were purposefully ordered to be like that.

"I'm surprised. I thought you'll go for those fancy metal, or something like those new fancy fangled orihalcum metal that they recently discovered. Those thing are darn near indestructible." The dealer wiped the sweat of his brow as he sat down and took a swig of an opened bottle of his gin. "Cost a fortune though, even I wasn't able to get it. Not even a piece, those things are going up to a million per gram-"

Körbl had come to a realization, of why he lost to his arch-rival.

He had relied too much upon that sword, it was a chain, weighing him down.

So now, he had to retrain himself. This was part of it.

"Good." Körbl replied as he put it back in. "I shall rely upon you to supply me more."

"Don't." Franky, weapon, information broker, and club owner waved his hand. The large swarthy man and his dark afro hair moved alongside his shaking head. Dark sunglasses, gaudy clothes, fancy suit, alongside with way too many accessories than needed which Körbl find distasteful to downright head-scratching.

Compared to his grey suit and pants, and white-collar shirt, brown boot. Körbl looks completely underdressed to the monstrosity of fashion that was Franky.

Still, Franky was his most trusted person on this side of the continent.

Franky could have sold him out immediately the moment he stepped in but didn't. No, it was good of Franky to be courteous at least up front to inform him that he'll sell him out after he's done with his purchase and out of his establishment.

"So, where you plan to go now? They'll have your mug plastered on every corner of the streets, man!" Franky then leaned forward and his hands closed together. "How about you do a job for me? Just one! And I'll get a ticket out of this country for you in ten minutes!"

"No." Körbl shook his head, grabbed the luggage and two golf bag, let it slide around his waist and tested the weight as he made micro-adjustments to it. The bag behind him contained all his new personal effects. It'll garner attention but Körbl welcomed it, if anything, he looked forward to it.

"You're going for payback huh? That ain't wise, brother." Franky sighed as he leaned back into his chair. "He's in New York, and it'll take an hour or two, maybe less for them to know if you take the direct route."

"I'm not going to meet him directly."

"Oh?"

"I'm still weak, I'll challenge him again after I'm done with my training." Körbl mentioned offhandedly, that'll get some heat off Franky when they inevitably come to investigate. Knowing his luck, they'll send the lower-tier ones instead. After all, it's not like the top tier heroes sit on their backs every day doing nothing.

Franky muttered from the sides, not aware that Körbl heard him mumbling sarcastically that Körbl was weak.

Well, now that he was ready, it was time to move out. "You prepared that, Franky?"

"Oh, that old antique of yours? Yea? Made a couple of them, a nice showpiece or for those muscle-bound idiots that think it's a good idea."

Körbl brushed it aside as Franky took the lead and diverted him to an elevator, a quick press of a button and they're soon in the underground basement. Numerous large trucks sat but one piece of item in the sides was a unique existence.

It was a large motorcycle, modified in one aspect. It ran on a hybrid engine of fuel, electricity, and can be charged via kinetic movement. One that required tremendous effort and was relegated to novelty and competitions for people to showcase their fitness.

To Körbl, it was the best way to move around while training.

Grinning, he rode it as Franky tossed him a key. A swift pressed of a button from the latter and the basement opened a hidden passage. One meant for Franky more...illicit trade.

"Don't get caught so soon, you hear me brother? I can get more deals with you around." Franky said as Körbl legs start to pedal the motorbike, slow at first but it ramped up to the point that it became a blur as he swiftly turned around and rode out of here. Giving a final passing wave to Franky.

It took minutes of travel but he soon saw lights from passing cars, cleverly hidden as part of a subterranean highway tunnel.

Joining the traffic, Körbl matched cars in terms of speed and overshot some of them as he weaved between before settling to one side of the road. His destination was already set.

Eyes looking at the roads to California, Körbl continued his journey. Billboards and advertisements to the sides, as lamp post illuminated the roads clearly in its orange light.

Then at the corner of his eyes, a large advertising monitor had changed to an emergency channel for the public and heroes alike.

Somewhere else....

A news report was running all over the different news channels. Informing the masses that a group of escaped super villains have escaped and were last spotted near an amusement park. All of the escape's photos were then shown to millions of Americans, one of the photos was of Abby about to be tackled by a guard. Now everyone knows who they are and what they look like, it was only a matter of time before heroes would come knocking to send them back to Thornnwood.

@Eviledd1984

Hmph. Körbl huffed as he continued on, it really did seem that the response was slower than he expected.

It was slightly insulting and annoying, did they not warrant a state of national emergency instead?

Well, he suppose he'll has a long way to go until then.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@Rezod92

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

"Yo, bee girl! What's up!" Skarsneek waved as he saw Kerry enter, then fearfully at the back of his head, he wondered if he recalled seeing her before this. Ah well, best to pretend and ignore that detail.

Hearing Kerry run down of her own mission, Skarsneek can only shake his head in disbelief. Another family betraying one another? Sheesh, talk about messed up, or repressed problems.

Hopefully, Takeshi own family isn't shaping up to be like that.

Though on hearing Sam, he brightened up at that. So that's where he went?

Just then, a new presence decided to reveal itself as they stepped into the room. Taking his attention as he raised an eyebrow at the monster girl that just walked in.

@Nakushita

Were ogres supposed to be that small?

Huh.

So quietly, while Kerry took her attention, he snuck around and observed her. Looking at the odd clothes and built before standing right behind her. Waiting patiently until she noticed, he even tapped his foot once to get her attention.

The moment she turned, Skarsneek delightfully smirked with glee as he sharply brought both of his arms upwards.

"Boo!"

Once the moment was over, Skarsneek giggled like a child before introducing himself properly.

"I'm Skarsneek! Glad to meet you, little oni!" He confidently said, completely ignoring the fact that he too was a little one. Perhaps shorter due to being a goblin.

Though he left out that he was a male despite still being dressed in the traditional female goblin style. Come on, surely, he was able to fool this one?

"Hey, welcome! You're part of Kyouko reinforcement too!?" Skarsneek warmly said and smiled as he approached

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek@AzureKnight

Skarsneek of the Red Hill

Hearing Sorae words before they left, Skarsneek turned slightly before waving his hands to acknowledge her.

"Terauchi Temple, remember, report to your lord so he knows you're still alive. Might even come and help you." He said in between steps before reminding Sorae of one important fact. "Don't go rushing in and dying now, you owe me after all."

"Well, let's go back. If you want to proceed with another mission, go ahead. I'm beat for today." Skarsneek rubbed the back of his head in annoyance. This mission was a success but it felt bitter.

Still, that's one person of importance recruited.

Walking all the way back, Skarsneek realized it would be night soon as the sun set down on the horizon. Idly, he wondered just how the rest are doing.

As he entered, he noted that there was some new damage. That got him sharpened up as he hastened his footsteps. There was no other defenses nor additional patrols so it meant there wasn't a raid or attack, was it a scuffle?

Well, that's terrific. Skarsneek rubbed the back of his head in annoyance as he felt a headache forming. Wondering just who started it.

Arriving at the temple and pushing the door wide open, he flamboyantly announced his return.

"It's me, Skarsneek! You may rise." He proudly entered before looking at the numerous refugee and checking up with them. Picking any of them at random and asked in perfect Zipang. "So what happened today? Someone got into a fight? It was that orc, ain't it?"

"And you all, need anything? Water or food? I'll fetch some for ya."

And on, Skarsneek looked and interacted with the locals. Helping them as best as he can before finishing up as he takes his leave to find Takeshi.

Asking a priest or two, he finally found Takeshi alongside Lunatea. The latter having a conversation with the other. After a quick moment of thinking, he decided it was definitely time to mess with the two of them. Definitely.

@Hammerman

"Yo!" So with all the subtleties of a bull, he came and interrupted their conversation. Especially with Lunatea. "Snatched one already? Man, you sure work fast!"

"And Takeshi! My man! Getting over your prejudice, can't be more proud of ya!" Intentionally, he put a hand over Takeshi's shoulders. Hand smacking a bit harder than intended as he got close to the heir of Shizuyama and fake whispered loudly enough to be heard. "But be careful, rabbits are well-known for their large families and heat cycle. Your hips may give out before hitting number twelve."

Whatever they would say, Skarsneek will let go of Takeshi before he cleared his throat. "I got Sorae, but as for her clan...well, let's just say we have a problem."

Taking a look around to ensure that there aren't any eavesdroppers, Skarsneek face and tone changed as he report his finding. "They're all dead. Only Sorae's left. All of them were murdered by Shizuyamans."

"One of the leads we found, at least before Sorae offed her, seems to say that the world's changing and men of vision got to face it or something. Usual shit."

"But if I got to speculate, they're probably working with the Varjans." Skarsneek proposed and deduced as he stroke his chin. "Fits their M.O too."

He kept quiet on the front that it might be the angle that Takeshi clan wasn't extreme enough when it came to monsters and so joined forces with the one and only most radical forces on the earth intent on breaking up monster relationships violently.

"Sorae said she'll come and join you later. Hopefully, she does and not go on her own." Skarsneek finished his report before leaning forward to Takeshi. "Personally, I think we need to watch over her. She might go and do something stupid."

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Gringor of the Ironhide tribe

Gringor strike took one out shaman out and turned to the rest.

Seeing this, they levitated and float themselves above before hiding behind their line of men.

Hissing and nose flared, this only surmised why he hated fighting shamans, sorcerers, and mages. No sport to fight at all.

A stream of blue fire came, and he ducked to the sides. Rolled and got onto his feet before dashing off to the sides. Drawing their attention as he read that it won't be long before he was hit with the fire.

Which was why he quickly dash to the sides as another wave came before he charged forward to the line of brigands. Intent tear through them before getting into the mages.

Like an experience wood cutter, a single swing of his axe fell the first line of the brigands before he held his axe forward.

Then he proceed to slam into the second line like a bull, the sheer momentum of his charge catching a few of the brigands upwards into his embrace.

Yet Gringor wasn't done, as with another roar, muscles tensed like iron, and feet dug into the ground before it tore chunks. He lifted the bandits caught by him and continued forward like a living battering ram. Intent on using the brigands as a meat shield.

If they didn't fire, they'll scatter. If they fired, then Gringor will continue his path forward regardless by tossing the brigands forward, slammed the head of his axe down and pole jump himself higher to avoid the blistering flames.

He already caught sight of the mage that stood at the very back end disappearing. So at the very least, there were three mages left.

Tales Of Shizuyama (Far-Eastern Monster Girl RP)

@PaulHaynek

Skarsneek of the Red Hill Tribe

He was all ready to truss a lady up before he came back and was treated to a gruesome sight of a lady's head falling off alongside blood spurting outwards. Then a moment later, the headless body fell down to the ground without any fanfare.

Skarsneek impassive face looked to the head, then body, and finally Sorae as she had the gall to look ashamed of her actions. Even mentioning that the woman won't talk.

Moving normally, Skarsneek tossed the rags to the sides and was about to walk past Sorae but not before he gave a piece of his mind.

Slapping her rear far harder than necessary to leave a mark behind and at a purposeful angle meant for a shock right up to the spine.

He ran his hands through his hair before letting out a long, exasperated sigh. Veins popping at his arms, fingers tremblings, body tense enough that he shook visibly alongside a reddening face and eyes.

"She." Skarsneek's foot twisted as he snapped backward with a finger pointed accusingly to Sorae. "Was mine to do. Not yours."

"Your ass owes me one." He stated, not demanded, as he closed his fist towards her. "And I'll have it."

With that, Skarsneek decided to drop that topic. The woman lost her family and children, so he'll excuse it. Heck, he might even do worse if she was in her situation.

But that was still breaking his agreement with her and that can't slide.

"Let's go. Takeshi will definitely want to know this information." Skarsneek closed his eyes before moving out, not really caring at this point. There were other ways and many more people they can convert over time. "Maybe others actually caught someone useful."

Besides, if the local Shizuyamans colluding and undermining their own? That meant they had even less of an advantage than before. Who knows just how much information on defenses, maps, geography, logistics, and important people was exposed. Never mind infiltrators and local support are now questionable at best or outright malignant at worse.

@AzureKnight

As he walked past the sisters, he protectively pulled them away from the sight of the headless body. Not really wanting them to see the grim reality of the situation, this was often the result of the war between Varjans and others so he was experienced in it.

He'll have to keep an eye out for the two, Skarsneek can only pray they're made of harder stuff.

Oh who's he kidding, wars like this are never easy even on the hardest of people.

This is why he hates Varjan and the conflicts they're involved in.

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Gringor of the Ironhide Tribe

Moving quietly, Gringor watched as the Varjan part failed in locating the target any more than he did.

Annoyance built but he pushed it down with an iron clamp. He just needed to wait till they exhaust themselves-

Crack.

Gringor eyes twitched as he didn't need to see what he just stepped on, and in these quiet woods, it might as well be loud as a thunder.

True enough, the shamans turned around and loose a gout of blue fire towards his general vicinity.

Picking speed he quickly dashed towards the sides, rolled and shoved whatever was in his way in an effort to get out of the firing line. Its heat was felt even from afar and he had not interested in testing if his iron-like skin can take it just as well as actual iron can.

Hissing and grunting, he struck back by tossing the rock in his hand towards the mage. Hard enough to crack and send someone unconscious as it might as well be launched from a crossbow.

Throughout it all, Gringor made an effort to scramble for any large rocks, branches or any object of similar weight that he can toss back. Any normal Varjans that caught it directly would crumble but he doubt it'll do anything against the shamans, adding his annoyance to magic even more.

In between, Gringor eyes caught something off. Just barely there as he counted the number of Varjans and true enough, there was less of them than they started.

His eyes snapped to one particular guard at the furthest and away from the group, knocked off his feet then pulled into the long grass.

Found you. Gringor eyes narrowed, finally discovering his quarry.

This meant he can finally do what he do best.

Adding more to the chaos, Gringor suck in the air and bellowed out like a beast. The very roar echoed forward as Gringor stole their attention completely. Turning to the sides, a swift swing of his axe chopped a thin tree down and it was pushed forward towards the group of Varjans.

Charging forward, Gringor knew that there was only a single moment that he has to make it in time. The very earth was dug upwards as his foot bit deeply, leaving an imprint before he went forward.

Then leaping upwards to the falling tree, he walked on top of it like it was a balancing log and scaled it forward. Using the falling tree to mask his presence as he closed the distance rapidly between him and the Varjans.

Once close enough, he'll leap off from it with his axe raised. Intent on slamming down into the mages at full force and tear them apart with his axe.

"WAAAGH!!!" Eyes wide and frenzied, Gringor unleashed all his fury forward.