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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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4 yrs ago
Migraines ew
5 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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5 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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5 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Yzzi narrowed her eyes, giving a small grunt of surprise as Grandpa goblin bonked her. So. He made no preparation and no one else seemed particularly bothered by it either. Was that how...goblins simply operated? It seemed absurd. When training one should always be prepared, especially new recruits. Obviously make them work for it...but there was a difference between simply setting someone up to die and challenging them.
She didn't reply to Grandpa.
The world was unforgiving and cruel, to be sure...which is why you gave yourself and others the best possible chance for success. He was also certainly right. She would strike it out on her own, and she wouldn't give these fools the time of day...but first, she had to get strong. Strong enough to survive. If she had to put up with them until then, so be it. She was nothing, if not patient. Ignoring the others, Yzzi walked over to where Kir was carving up one of the rabbits. Perhaps she wasn't as dumb as the others.
"Hm...you complained, but you're not too bad." She said to Kir, taking a portion of the meat and berries for herself. "Let me have its skull." She wanted to try making something out of it, if possible, and if Kir let her she'd set to work on making a small weapon for herself. Nothing huge, and likely nothing amazingly damaging but it'd be better than using her bare hands. It was also likely to be a bit small for her purposes, but even an ill fitting makeshift weapon would be better than nothing.
"...hunting, always dangerous." Yzzi replied after Aya spoke up. "Probably going to get hurt, so I'll do any of the dangerous things if we go together." Best way to ensure success, was to do it yourself after all. That way at least, you're the only one you could blame too. "Can't get stronger without danger, either."
"Ahaha." Sera laughed at Qantz's suggestion. Oh yes, she very much would love nothing more than to just systematically and methodically crush every single one of them. "Oh you have no idea, Qantz-Farron...but getting careless and forgoing a bit of prep work is how you end up with a knife in your back." Nyrien's responses didn't exactly fill her with confidence. No leads, and the Watch just as useless as ever. Really, might as well just get rid of them and let the guilds take over their duties.
Well, whatever. She had dealt with more difficult targets than just some bugs scurrying around in some underground refuge.
Still, that left with how they were going to handle this. She had no doubt they were skilled enough to handle it. The boy and his archery, her and her more subtle methods...and whatever it was Qantz did. She would at least trust he could handle whatever task he was given, given his demeanor.
"Well, that leaves us with a bit of legwork." Sera sighed, a breath of cool air. "Normally I'd spend a few days gathering information myself...but I assume we want this solved sooner rather than later, especially with the Watch having a hand in this." That and she really just wanted to get this over with. Doubtful a bunch of rats could provide anything short of meager entertainment. She looked over to Qantz. "How do you two want to handle this? All of us just go down there holding hands and singing a choir hymn? What about you boy? Your bow any good down there or is it going to be as useless as your flirting attempts?"
As Novak accepted the pouch of coins, opening it would reveal a rather hefty seeming sum. Thirty smaller bronze coins, ten silver coins with a square hole in the middle, and two more oval shaped gold coins with some sort of seal imprinted on them. Whatever she intended by giving him such a sum was left to his imagination.
“Ehehe~” Lazhira laughed sheepishly in response to Misaki’s comment. “I just like fluffy things. Also foxes are just cute.” The native glanced over to the masked woman. “They’re from Chagawa. I’ve only heard about it from Lady Mie, but its a chain of islands off to the north west somewhere, apparently there’s this huuuuuge tree” She made a motion with her arms trying to emphasize the exact scale of ‘huge’ that the tree apparently was. “And its got a lot of uh, mines where they find raw ore and stuff, and since she owns some of them she likes taking the excess and trading them to villages like ours.”
Lazhira glanced towards the sky.
“Uhm, that said there’s probably not time to do both today. It’s a bit of a trek and it’d probably be getting dark by the time we get back. I’ll take whoever wants to go but we should probably get moving soon.” She smiled. “Don’t worry about money or anything either if you do go. She doesn’t mind if you just look, and if you ask she might trade a bit of labor or help for something.”
Lazhira would let the group decide who went where. Whenever they finished, Lazhira happily took whoever went with her to the edge of the village and into the forest. It was an oddly peaceful place, a number of small animals running about. They couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched by something as they ventured deeper. The trees starting to grow closer and thicker despite the wintry weather creating a shady, cold and gloomy atmosphere. Eventually after a bit of a walk over uneven, snowy ground, they would eventually reach the top of a small hill. Thankfully they hadn’t run into any trouble in the form of wild animals or otherwise.
In the distance, a large, snow covered stone structure could be seen barely peeking through the top of the trees. The ground below them was covered in a thick, fog like mist, obscuring the ground and likely would cover their entire vision should they decide to delve into it.
“Aha, there it is!” Despite the long walk, Lazhira didn’t look like she felt tired at all. “And the spooky fog...its oddly kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” She grinned. There was something deeply unsettling about the fog, but no one could quite put their finger on it. “So what you wanna do? You can stick close to me, oooor...”
Lazhira put her hands in front of her, taking a deep breath. The same orb of light that she had manifested earlier popped into existence.
“You can try it yourself! Its a bit different, but its nearly the same. The fog doesn’t seem to like sources of light very much.” She nodded energetically. "Just uh...don't go in there without it. Trust me on that one. You'll be walking around for an entire day before you find your way out..." She seemed like she was talking from experience.
Merchant
For those who decided to meet the visitors from seemingly west, they would be welcomed easily into the market the proprietor had set up, though whether or not it was easy to move about was another story entirely. It seemed like almost everyone in the village was here, moving through the various stalls, tents, and tables set up by the foxy merchant.
Sights familiar to Misaki and Nobunaga would pass them - or at least, give the impression of familiarity. Several men clad in what could easily be called samurai armor, though primitive. Notably however, the only one wearing masks like the woman from earlier also seemed to be horned individuals, though not all wore armor and some seemed to be just general workers or other hired help. They mostly seemed to keep to themselves, and kept to others of their own.
The Merchant herself was currently counting some silver, bronze, and gold coins behind a desk. Taking a stack, she placed them into a lockbox and handed it to one of her retainers. She then immediately sat in a chair, grabbed a bowl of what smelled of booze, took a long sip and let out a mildly languid sounding sigh as she waved over one of her retainers.
“Haaa...go tell Ayumi to keep an eye on him. Quietly. And if he tries to leave without paying, well...tell her to use her imagination. I have a feeling he’s going to be trouble later.”
Of course, they were free to do something entirely else, too should they desire. That horned woman that had been watching them could be a good place to start if they wanted information with less hassle - though she seemed to have walked off somewhere else and was conversing with another pair at the market now, too.
As Malphas left, he was vaguely aware of the fox girl shouting after him something along the lines of 'Be careful about using that charm' but he wasn't sure of the exact wording. More importantly, what he was looking for was a rather peculiar plant that she said grew around an old temple in the forest. White petals with purple splotches that gave off the faint scent of rot. She made it extremely clear he was not to touch the plants with his bare hands - they were extremely toxic and even a single touch could cause extremely painful irritation for weeks if he were not careful.
What she wanted with such a plant, she didn’t say.
Assuming Malphas wasn’t going to cheat her and if he was going to head into the forest to seek out this temple the hag mentioned last night, he would then head into the forest himself.
The trek would be easy enough, the cold snowy ground proving at least somewhat easy to traverse as long as he was careful. Some distance into his trek through, he would become increasingly aware that something was following him. Animals, slinking just around his peripherals. Some were jumping from tree limb to tree limb, seemingly intending to jump him from above. How long they had been there and how exactly they crept up on him he hadn’t a clue, but they were there now and he couldn’t tell how many there were.
One suddenly hopped from a small hill in front of him, landing directly in front of him a few feet and cutting him off. A large, bird like creature about half the size he was. Its wings seemed too small to fly, more for gliding and climbing, with longer legs obviously designed more for speed than perhaps its more avian cousins. A long, thin tail extended from its backside. Long claws adorned the ends of its wings, with similar claws on its feet. Its body was covered in many colorful feathers, having a large feathered crest upon the crown of their head. They almost looked like small, feathered, wyverns. Though it was crouched low to the ground, it was easy to tell if it stood it’d be about half as tall as he was.
Several more now had positioned themselves behind him.
Ah, he was surrounded by about five of these creatures. They weren’t attacking him yet, but it was clear these were likely predators of some sort.
As Donovan and Nick traveled through the village, just as he was tailing Lazhira until she went in an entirely different direction, it would seem someone was tailing the two of them. The horned woman from the shore was following them a short distance away. It wasn’t until after Malphas had left did she finally speak and acknowledge them.
“...Dawn. T-the name of the village, that is.”
She quietly said to the two of them.
“Forgive my impudence for speaking out of turn, but you seemed curious so I thought to be of help.” Despite her somewhat intimidating visage, her voice and mannerisms were anything but. Uncertain, a bit of hesitation and mild nervousness tinged the sound of her voice. “And if I have not offended then perhaps I can be of service in some manner?”
Taking a moment to tend to Octavia, Augusta used some of her healing flame. The pup seemed to whine quietly, but otherwise seemed at least a little warmer. So Isidore and Augusta advanced towards the seeming source of warmth. What awaited them at the top, was a small campsite. It was situated on a small outcrop some distance up, so whoever was there could have a good view of the lower lands in any other weather. A fire was going, seemingly very recently tended to. The meat of some animal, what seemed to be some fairly large species of lizard was skewered over a fire.
And laying on the ground in a small pool of blood?
Two humans, clad in armor. Thick furs over a fairly typical leather and cloth armor. One had been seemingly taken by surprise near the other side of the outcropping, stabbed in the back. The other had his throat cut open, and was laid to rest near the fire. A quick check of their bodies would reveal both used swords, and a single plain metal shield. Their pockets possessed a few silver coins.
And standing not far, against the opposite wall, was seemingly their unlikely killer.
She was dressed in a dirty cloak coat that had seen significant wear, being frayed near the hems. She had been rifling through the pockets of the deceased, but at the appearance of Isidore she shakily stood, wincing as her small hands produced a dagger from under her cloak, holding it towardsIsidore. Several cuts and bruises adorned her face, blood mixed with dirt having long since dried on her face. One of her eyes slightly swollen, a bruise clearly in the middle of forming
“Y-you...s-stay over there!” She did her best shot of a hostile glare, but it fell short. “J-ust...l-leave us alone, p-please....” A labored, pained breath as she unsteadily took a step away from him. Augusta’s sight would make it clear she was not doing well.
Name: Leuca Whelani Race: Elf (Sirithen) Physical Attributes: Weaker than you Magic Attributes: N/A Weakness: The Sirithen elves typically possess no glaring weaknesses or strengths aside from what typically ails mortal flesh. Abilities: Léargas Sinsear (Minor) - When Sirithen elves come of age, some opt to undergo special training and meditative processes to connect with their ancestors and what they perceive to be the ‘flow’ of the world. While few partake of this, and fewer succeed, those who succeed, in turn, are able to enter a trance and gain supernatural strength, reflexes, and perception. Often they become renowned warriors and it is required for any leaders to possess this ability. Special attributes: Ancestor Geas - Leuca was born with a particular Geas placed on her bloodline by her ancestors. While it gives her a strong connection to the ‘Flow’ and her Ancestors, she is required to carry out some task given by them or suffer misfortune.
One of those of the Sirithen Elves, the oldest and progenitor of the other Elvish species that dot the land. Her name is Leuca. She is a child. She is hungry, causing weakness. She is scared. She has several fractured bones, notably her wrist and a rib. Lacerations and bruises on her arms and chest. She is bleeding. Medical attention suggested.
Salvage left by the previous inhabitants in whatever condition they'd be in after how long they'd have been there. You'd be surprised at the kinds of things people would leave behind somewhere.
I was mostly thinking about taking something apart and making a weapon with it though. Say, break some wood on a pew, use it as a spear. Find some rope or chain that was used to possibly hold a chandelier to the ceiling, or an old piece of cloth so I can secure something with a pointy bit on the end of it to a stick. Floor mounted candle holders also come to mind - you know, like floor lamps...but for candles. Good for making a stick to whack someone with, if not perfect for it.
If I'm reading this correctly there were undead in the church previously as well, so I'd expect some things to be left around by them, too. Bones...for example. Bones can make for many a useful tool.
But hey, I'm thinking a bit too much maybe so its no big deal. If you say there's nothing useful there boss man, there's nothin' there.
If she had been a less rational and level headed person...goblin, she might have very well gone mad from it all. Yet, memories from 'before' helped somewhat. Memories from another 'her' that seemed to exist in some other place. Was it real? was it just a dream? Fragments of a childs fantasy before birth that would be forgotten once more solid memories formed? Hm. Something told her it wasn't. Whatever this situation was, honestly it wasn't that bad. All she had to do was look at what was in front of her. She was small. She was weak.
And she hated it.
Unpleasant memories surfaced.
Not that any other goblin present would notice this inner thought. Nay, unlike most of the rambunctious goblins...Yzzi had been quiet. Sitting in a quiet corner of the Church that served as their home, sitting cross legged, eyes closed. At least, until the voice of one of her sisters broke her train of thought.
"...hmph." She got to her feet, her larger than average frame cracking slightly from the prolonged bout of meditation. Was that the word? It came to mind. Loud. Annoying.
"Impatient." She approached Kir from behind, giving the other goblin a light smack on the back of the head. "You can't change the situation yet. Don't spend time complaining." She could agree though. She wanted out of here. While she was fine with sitting and waiting, should that be what was needed...she still disliked it. She wanted to get out there. She wanted to fix this pathetic, scrawny body of hers.
It was then one of the Hobgoblins returned. A bounty of meat. Rabbit, huh. Hm. She wanted bigger prey than a rabbit...but patience. Patience. So this was one of the hobgoblins. Impressive, but something about them rubbed her the wrong way.
She narrowed her eyes, focusing more on what else was in the room.
As much as she'd like to do something better with her time than sit around, there was nothing in this place to make use of. Pathetic, if that's what these other goblins used for shelter. What of things to fight with? Food? Tools? Were they so completely destitute and simple minded they did not think of these things before attempting to...have baby goblins? It seemed no one here had a brain to think with.
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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