SilverPaw

Revue of Annihilation [Faction-Ruling Demigods Vie for Ascension]

@ERode

Not sure I'll actually have the time for this buut just in case, and out of curiosity...Would something like a vampire/dhampir (or an in-universe equivalent, or just, you know, a wannabe) and Domain of Blood work for ya? (Alternatives: Brilliance/Majesty for a king/queen, Beasts for various critters and the potential for a menagerie of furries).

Avalia

Time: Morning Location: The Saltrunner Mention(s): Interaction(s): Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Sirena @Tpartywithzombi Equipment Two short swords, two (concealed) daggers, two pistols, 465 amas.

After the first sighting and report of The Silver Eyes, Arlen was one of the quickest to get a bearing on its position. At first, he remained there, ready to help their ship outmaneuver them as Tanithil had suggested. But then, the dark elf seemed to get a better idea. Arlen grinned, and followed the order to get below deck with a grin. “Hey, Tani, did I hear you say cannons? C’mon, man, you can’t mention cannons and not get me on it.” Smirking, he helped set up one of the guns. He positioned it carefully, meticulously. It wasn’t his pistols, sure, and the large caliber artillery was far more robust, but there were still tricks to get it shooting exactly where and how one wanted.

Arlen took a moment, closing his eyes as he drew upon his photokinesis. He packed as much light magic into the cannon ball as the time frame allowed, then got it into position. “Oooh-kay, loaded and ready. Careful with this one, boys, it’s gonna be a blast.” Of course, Arlen had aimed the cannon right at the tricorn and eyepatch bearing light elf in charge. That smug face would get a good scaring – or scarring, if they were lucky – alright. Now, just to get the timing exactly right…Arlen and the crew waited for the right moment, and when it came, the young light elf fired.

Tldr

As an enemy ship is sighted, Arlen follows the order to retreat before deck. Then he helps set one of the cannons, imbues a cannon ball with light magic, and aims to fire towards Mr. Tricorn and Eyepatch.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

	Attire: The costume Date and Time: Sola 23rd, Night Location: Calbert Damien's Ballroom Mention(s): Interaction(s): @princess Alibeth, @Lava Alckon Drake

Shortly after his discussion with Captain Durmand, Wulfric was approached by his mother. Did she actually think she was fooling anyone by trying to blend into the crowd when her attire evoked a veritable demoness from hell?

“Of course,” he answered cooly as he removed himself from her hold with a tactical sidestep. “But I cannot very well go forth and remove his tongue this very instance, now can I?” he snarked quietly. To try and preserve the charade that their meeting was coincidental, Wulfric positioned himself so he wasn’t fully facing her. He pretended to be absorbed in the refreshments set on the nearest table. To the casual observer, it would appear as if two guests who had just so happened on one another were merely exchanging trite remarks.

“Truly, that bastard can be dealt with at any time,” he remarked, a tad dismissive of Cassius. Because it would be strange to stand there doing nothing, he picked up a plate, and began an exceedingly fastidious selection of something to snack on. “It might even be entertaining to have his recently claimed son used against the count, wouldn’t you agree?” he questioned rhetorically.

“Speaking of.” He turned to her then, and presented her the plate of appetizers – as if all he was doing was recommending his favourite tidbits to her. In actuality, their conversation topic was of great import. “This household has a touch more of the unusual than you may prefer,” he related quietly, placing special emphasis on those two words. Wulfric expected Alibeth would correctly infer he was referring to magic. “I believe you will see what I mean when Violet makes her appearance.” It was only a terribly eerie supposition on his part that something was wrong with the lady, but if anyone could confirm it, he imagined it would be her.

“Now, if you do not mind, I should like to spend the remainder of my evening without you hovering.” Would he have to explain to her that her presence was, in fact, detrimental to socializing, especially with womenfolk? No self-respecting lady would take seriously a grown man so closely attached to his mother.

Granted, his actual, personal reason was a simple desire to not be scrutinized. It was insulting, the implication that he needed to be watched by her. Annoying, too. Hopefully, Alibeth would take his bait and turn her attention on the Damiens. A much better use of her time, in his opinion.

As he was about to proactively distance himself from her, and leave her to think on his words, Drake made his appearance. Just as he was so close to freeing himself from his mother’s ever-watchful gaze. What unfortunately inopportune timing… At the very least, Alibeth may still very well choose not to linger.

If nothing else, Drake’s penchant for theatricality drew out a smirk from him. “Good evening, Drake,” he greeted. “Or should I greet you as the Musician?” he joked lightly. “Your visage is recognizable despite the mask, you do realize?” he pointed out, entertained by the lord’s actions. Wulfric then moved onto the next immediate point he was curious about. “Was Princess Sadie unable to come?” he inquired, genuinely intrigued. He had seen them together this morning, and suspected Drake had been waiting for her. Possibly, the lord was now sans a date. All things considered, it was a decent opportunity to draw the man into a (preferably private) conversation.

Avalia

Time: Morning Location: The Saltrunner Mention(s): Interaction(s): Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae, Ismael @Th3King0fChaos, Sirena @Tpartywithzombi Equipment Two short swords, two (concealed) daggers, two pistols, 465 amas.

Arlen had spent a good chunk of their time down with Ismael at Port Vanarosa. They had lunch, chatting about their misadventures thus far, with Arlen asking about how it’d compared to the things the human had done back on earth. The elf had then shown him some fun places. After enjoying themselves for a bit, they had gone back to the ship. And what a surprise had met them there; an entirely new crew member. Amisra introduced Sirena, the dark fairy, and told them a false story of how she’d been found when the princess had left their ship. Arlen had covered for her, and got the truth from Amisra later.

Now, he didn’t entirely mistrust the dark fairy, since she had helped patch up his friend. However, he had heard many ill tidings of her kin, and from his observations, she did appear unstable at times. So, he was wary of her, and kept watch on her throughout their travels. Granted, their new passenger was a far lesser presence in his mind compared to the potentials of treasure. The captain had found a map he judged was genuine, so the chance of them actually getting something was decent. The promise of loot, action, and a fresh adventure energized the elf.

Their sailing had gone well enough so far, with Tanithil settling in as their newly minted, officially appointed first mate. “Ha! Now, don’t go getting’ too big-headed there, Tani,” Arlen playfully flipped him off. Still, he went about his task, though not before some passing words to his other companions. Most notably, Amisra had that stubborn look about her, the kind that let him know she’d be ignoring her injuries. “I don’t like sayin’ this, but you should listen to Tani, he’s got the right of it this time. If you're bored, just stick to that one,” he nodded at the dark fairy. He wrapped an arm around Amisra’s shoulders in a brief hug.

When he caught sight of Sirena, he simply gave her a nod. “Best not fly around too much,” he suggested. “A bad stray wind catches you, you’ll be like those,” he pointed at the billowing sails, “except not tied down.” To Ismael, he offered a bolstering pat on the back, and a, “Happy learnin’.” Then, he did do as Tanithil ordered, and took care of the sails. He couldn’t help but wonder what exactly it was that their actual captain was doing, however. Strategizing, maybe? Well, whatever, it wasn’t really any of his business as long as they kept afloat, and their human was safe and sound.

Tldr

Has a few words for each crewmember, then goes and does as Tanithil had ordered.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Yeah, I somehow haven't been feeling like writing anything for this x.x Also didn't exactly wanna quit officially but, idk. My bad.

Avalia

Time: Morning Location: Port Vanarosa Mention(s): Tanithil @Lava Alckon, Amisra @Tae Interaction(s): Ismael @Th3King0fChaos Equipment Two short swords, two (concealed) daggers, two pistols, 465 amas.

Along with Ismael, Arlen collected useful loot off the dead bandits. “Alrigh’, then. Help me haul ‘em over yonder,” he indicated an alleyway leading to the nearest pier. The two dragged the corpses through the small, desolate path, then dumped them straight into the sea. “Well!” Arlen clapped his hands together, then brushed them off as best he could. “That’s that.”

He followed Ismael, letting the human lead along the streets which were all to familiar to the elf. They wouldn’t get lost, and he was curious to see how Ismael did in unknown environments. “The most famous eatery here is Yolichi’s,” Arlen told him. “Figure that's what you saw.”

The two meandered to the restaurant. Though the elf had proclaimed it as famous, it appeared rundown and rather dank. They had to enter through a rickety doorway, go down a narrow staircase, and arrive in a low-ceiling room. Despite the bland if rustic interiors, there were quite a few people there. Arlen and Ismael took a two-person table near a window.

“Ya can ask ‘em to fry something fresh, or get something from the menu. Jus’ a heads up, the gator’s expensive stuff.”

The elf ordered a seafood stir fry and some ale, making casual conversation to Ismael as they waited. “So…there’s another good place around ‘ere. Sailor’s Pleasure,” he smiled slyly. “I know the people there, can probably get us a discount. Maybe some juicy info too~” he chuckled. “Or are ya more the type to pick ‘em up for free?” He nodded at the folk surrounding them. “Though, if ya changed ye mind, I’d always be up for some fun too, ya know?” Arlen grinned.

As the ale arrived, and he sipped on his drink, the elf grew thoughtful. “Still…I know she’ll be fine, but I am worried ‘bout Amisra. Her bein’ her, her pride might have got hurt worse than her head,” he joked weakly, but his heart wasn’t in it. “Maybe we should get some food packed up to go, bring it to our buddies on the ship.” He shrugged, then remembered something. “Oh, yeah, weren’t ya sayin’ how you’re missin’ a dagger? We can stop by a blacksmith or a shop too.”

Tldr

Loots the bandit corpses, then chucks them into the sea with Ismael’s help. Goes to Yolichi’s Restaurant, where he and Ismael order some lunch. Chats up the human.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Poor Kyouka... From sexy hostess to... Not quite as sexy snek. Hope there aren't any harpies on that mountain looking for passed-out worms to eat. :V

@Xaltwind

Heh, I do feel a harpy is one of those things she might have become too! I like snakes and nagas, but it sure is a shock for her.

Also, tip for Minami: maybe some 'accidental' uncovering of curtains if need be? :p

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Mk, I should hopefully be able to prepare another post soonish (maybe even the weekend). I think I'll have her found by kobolds or some such and have her visit a mountainside village - if that's fine, @TheNoCoKid? Think it's more interesting to do a solo adventure first etc. before any potential meetings with her nearest neighbour (your @Xaltwind vamp).

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Kyouka

“Hnn…Fuck off…” Kyouka reached out a hand blindly, searching for her phone.

“…your time yet. RISE, HUMANS!”

Wait. That wasn’t her phone.

She rolled around…It felt weirdly floaty, as if nothing of substance was there. Kyouka opened her eyes, and saw an imposing black-winged man.

“…Shinigami?” she asked. But she had never heard of a death god that was such a pretty boy. He also wore what seemed to her western styled armour which was heavily accented with gold. Bit gaudy, but not bad. Not bad at all.

“Hm, are you here to take me to the afterworld?” The way he had phrased it was a tad strange. Even so, Kyouka only gave the briefest of glances to her corpse before entering the portal. Her once beautiful body was just a pitiful, bloodied mess that would soon become a rotting skeleton. Nothing for it but to see what this brooding angelic man had to say.

Though she was already floating towards the portal, the thing pulled her in. It was a dreadful yank which landed her somewhere she could only assume was the soul realm. Everything was gray and vague; she couldn’t pinpoint anything besides the ghosts of two other women standing (floating) next to her.

“Your world? Say, what about my world’s gods?” Unfortunately, Drasil didn’t seem to know. So, Vecta would be her new home. “Hmpf, whatever. Just don’t make me a baby, please.”

Kyouka looked on arrogantly as the god smirked at her, but returned a self-satisfied smile. “Thank you, Shinigami~” she gave a cheery wave, “You won’t regret picking me to give a new life to.”

Then, her life flashed before her eyes, again. Something warm and electrifying spread throughout her body; she instinctively knew it was magic. She shivered even as a spirit; the core of her being received a shock. It felt like pure power, and it was better than even the most extravagantly expensive sake she’d tasted. It was overwhelming, and she fell to her (disembodied) knees, breathing heavily. Even so, a sensual grin spread over her ghostly features.

“Mmm,” she purred. “If that’s just a preview, I bet I’d just love the real thing.” She smirked as she gave the god a mock-teasing, cheeky, yet insinuating look up and down. She doubted he was interested, and neither was she, but why not play it up? He seemed to enjoy theatrical displays. A tired chuckle passed her lips as she shrugged. “See you around, then.” A glow suffused her, and she was gone.

The next time she came to, she felt different. Alive and strangely vigorous. She breathed in – the scent was sharply fresh and clear. She was in the middle of a mountain, surrounded by lush grasslands and forests. The nearest sign of civilization was the oddly gloomy mansion set at the base of the mountain, and a large city off into the distance.

She didn’t think she could make it to the city any time, not on foot.

…Something felt off just then. It didn’t feel like she standing exactly. There was an odd wriggling and swishing. She looked down.

Strangely dark complexion with an ashen undertone. Long white hair.

A blue dress?

…That-that was a dress wasn’t it?

Kyouka tried to move a leg.

Swish.

Nausea overtook her as her lower body moved sinuously.

She glanced behind her.

There was a long tail behind her. It began at her waist – she had no legs!

“HIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” she screeched as the realization struck her.

S-she, she, t-there–

The tail happily wiggled back and forth.

Her eyes rolled within her skull, and Kyouka fainted, upper body landing in a sprawl across her coiled tail.

Children of the Otherworld - An Isekai Story

Whew, it's been way too long, but I've at least started working on a WIP.