RyuShura

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

Been juggling a bunch of character designs and finally settled on one I liked. Will be working on a sheet soon. You said earlier that there were 'monsters' in this world? Can you elaborate a bit? Are they a threat to humanity? A mystery altogether? Just a little bit of info is fine. :^D

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

Uh, and one more quick question before I disappear... For 'Tablet Powers', assuming they are the unique character-specific abilities I am seeing them as, do they allow the user to transform, shapeshift, or alter their appearance in any way?

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

Fantastic work, the waiting was well worth it! :^D

Thanks for the information, too. Really, what you have here is more than enough for me to work out something. Though, I won't say no to more and more. I am always fascinated with creative world-building. Anyways, I will be working on drawing/concepting a character over the next day or so.

Judging by the elaborate nature of this alternative 'Earth', does a science-fantasy aesthetic work?

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

I'm not against the idea, but having a Discord server would probably be better once things finally settle down and we get to know each other better. Plus, posting in the thread gets some initial traction.

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

@Redward I'm sure you'll go into more detail in the main OOC, but what is Port Crescendo like? And how much of our current real world is accurate in this setting? All I ask is a short tidbit. Since this 'Enlil Network' is so drastic, I'm assuming not a lot. Based on how you described it, this thing probably threw all sorts of wack on a historical and political world stage. But I don't want to make assumptions when I know so little of how you want things to be set thematically.

I tend to meditate on potential character designs based on theme and setting for a long time, so getting this out of the way beforehand will be beneficial to me. Thanks in advance.

NEMESIS HEARTS: You Are Worthy Of...

I'm interested! I see a lot of potential for general shenanigans and fun in this setting. :^D

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

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Everything happened all at once. It was as if chaos had no bounds. No care.

She managed to prevent the projectile from releasing its dangerous payload. But it seemed there was no avoiding it. Within her hands, the glass orb seemed to already be undergoing a dangerous reaction, growing super-heated in just a few seconds. She had no choice but to toss it away instinctively. With nowhere else to go, the glass orb was aimed into the hallway.

Without great strength, the container did not travel too far. Just as two of the party, Isabella and the Unnamed, used their weapons to grapple themselves to the upper floors, a cacophony of screams resounded below. It was followed by a bright flash. The dark chemicals within, combined in a primitive slush as the container smashed open, causing a violent reaction that shook everything even more. The resulting wave of fire and hot blistering air pushed forward from both sides within the darkness. Consuming the bodies of the hashed soldiers and explosive-armed hunters, the flash flame traveled down the snaking pathway behind them, appearing to consume all. Rapidly, like a dark mouth opening, the stone tiles composing the floor and walls and ceilings began to crumble away to the powerful force. Those of the party who stood at the front and acted proactively were saved from the widening jaws, but those who were too slow slipped down into the expanding darkness. Among the endless rubble and meaningless discharge of books and sludge, the would disappear into the cavernous depth that opened now. Centuries-long gathered dust bellowed between the deafening sounds of smashed stone as the temple fell in upon itself, leaving a vast divide at the opening of the Study room.

Even those standing far above would feel the effects, as bits of the wall holding the bridges between the ramparts were torn down when the Study room cracked wide at one side. This would bend the metal, warping it like a finger pressed down on a web. This displacement would cause Isabella's lunging attack to strike open air as the hooded figure teetered and plummeted between the railings in the last moment.

"Ahhh!" he screamed, falling down towards the remainder of the party.

His fate is left unknown as the survivors are given with a moment to act, to think, to consider. Was violence really the only option to settle things? Was this truly the only path of a 'Hero' meant to save this world?

It was hard to tell who was left, as everyone was displaced in the collapse. Somewhere below, someone would feel the bite of a sword narrowing missing their head. What kind of bloke would've thrown that?

And if not for their gaze upwards, they would have not been able to move in time. It seemed the temple was not finished spewing and sputtering from the open wound. Something was happening above. A terrible creaking sounded in the pitch darkness. It was like the sound of a great cage ripping apart. A large metal shard then crashed into the study, smashing a bookcase into splinters and sending a mountain of books toppling over as it settled down in a loud crash. In the haziness, other giant shapes and chunks of metal can be seen splitting apart the sea of smoke, only moments away from crashing down into the study. With how unstable the tiles beneath their feet were from only the first collapsed bridge, who knows how much more punishment the room can take?

The dangling rope was their only hope to escape now.

@Rune_Alchemist@Lasrever...

Hider

As Isabella landed, if not for her blade narrowing missing her target and sinking into the metal, she would have met a similar fate as gravity yanked her when the arches and platforms tilted and seized. Isabella would only be able to cling desperately as her extraordinary stunt left her powerless. She would be kept at a sharp angle alongside the bent bridge that allowed her neither respite nor comfort. There were a few irregularities in the intricate design of the massive arches themselves. She would be able to affix one of her feet and lean somewhat, but the rest of her body would left to hang as any other was too far away. A fortune disguised in a mistake, as some would see it. But then again, some people are terribly sore losers. Was she this type, or another entirely? Questions upon her ideologies aside, what else would she be able to do? Without any aid from another, she would be left to hang there in a limbo between ease and struggle forever.

But things were never that simple.

Soon, as the northern wall gave way into the darkness, some of the metal arches and bridges began rip apart and snap with vicious force. It was a deafening and deathly sound, like the moan of a metal abomination. As the warped cage around her began droop and fall, crumbling downwards, one of the metal shards slammed down on the bridge holding the dangling girl. As it dragged down, like teeth, the metal closed down upon Isabella. Unable to maneuver, it would catch her in its closing mouth. The snarled edges began to sink down into one of her thighs, slowly tearing through the muscle and coming to grate on her very bones. If she did not get help soon, it would slowly and painfully rip one of her legs. Then nothing would stop her from the pull of gravity.

But who would save her? Perhaps her own distrust had finally come to bite her.
Wait, there was still...

@jerkchicken@Lasrever...

Hider

Something much more unfortunate would happen with the Unnamed, who had landed shortly after Isabella did. They would began to slip and fall because of their fatigue, left to face a grim fate as they slid down the slide forming of metal. But unlike her, their miracle was much more punishing. In an instant, their whole arm and right shoulder was stabbed and pinned through. It was like a crucifix as they hung halfway off the edge of the towering arch. The side railings, intended to keep people safe, had now been contorted and formed a jagged net that snaggled the limp soul. How considerate. It was a painful way to hang onto life, as literal in a sense of the term, but they had no other choice. It might've been fine if that was their only punishment. But soon they would feel their flesh tearing, the railings acting as hooks. Without any control over it, their very weapon had been turned to a heavy, cumbersome weight. Their bones and joints creaking as the anchor slowly slipped further down the sliding arch, as if tugged by a deadly invisible fisher.

-Snap Already, there goes one bone. In another moment, who knows what else would break?

Only Dwyn, who had recovered enough strength in the time between was able to properly act. Aside from keeping herself stable upon the wobbling platforms, what would she do now? Who would she choose to help first?

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Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Yeah, the ramparts extend out into connecting bridges of sorts. You can say they are catwalks. I wouldn't call them buttresses, since those are connected to columns and are usually placed outside of a structure to support it.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

Imagine them like extended bridges running all along near the ceiling, almost forming a structural level itself. And to do something like that, it'd probably take all of their stamina. Similar to what happened to Dwyn, when she climbed the rope while lugging around her own sin weapon.

Shattered Fates - A Dark Fantasy, Boss Battling Epic

I will try to get a post out tomorrow and buzz a few people about their situation sometime later today.

Though I don't want to try and beat a dead horse. If not enough people respond with interest, I will have to suspend this project as it currently stands. Maybe there will be a reformat or another attempt at recruitment afterwards, but I'm not sure if my own motivation is quite the same. I have passion for writing and storytelling, and I use this as a platform to practice and learn from others. That said, I do not think I am satisfied with my own standards recently. I do not wish to pump out uninspired work, or carry forth boring and disjointed events. Because it won't be honest or fair to you peeps. Perhaps I might find my own voice again, in the coming days. But if not, this might be the end of this little roleplay project of mine.

If so, I had a fun time, so I do not feel bad about it. I do not regret meeting any of you.