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Vivian & Sylvia Altissima


@PaulHaynek @13org @Restalaan @Rezod92

Sylvia swooned slightly at hearing Haley describe how she was rescued by Freyr. "It must be wonderful for someone you love to come to your rescue!" Sylvia proclaimed, as she imagined being princess-carried by Neil, but reality soon set in as Sylvia realized that Neil would be crushed under the weight of herself, her massive clay pot, and the soil within, and heaved a despondent sigh.

Then Yang and Kira returned, and it looked like they had had an awful day. At Freyr and Kira's questions about their 'guests', Vivian replied, starting with a rhetorical question, "Why are there ever mice and devil bugs in kitchens? It appears the Guild has a bit of an...well, it's not exactly a nice word, given present company, but it begins with an 'I-' and ends with '-station'. However, they're perfectly reasonable and can be negotiated with. We've offered them some food in return for them leaving. I guess it's wrong what they say about when you give a mouse a cookie, since they certainly seem satisfied with what they have been given and aren't going to ask for anything else."

Vivian didn't know if the mice and devil bugs would actually honor their end of the deal, but she hoped saying it out loud would make it true. It was plain from Vivian's strained expression that she was actually rather annoyed at the presence of the vermin (what self-respecting chef wouldn't be?) and was just hoping for this all to end. When the guildmembers started reaching for food, a bit of panic streaked across Vivian's face as her eyes darted around, doing a quick calculation just to make sure there would be enough to go around. She hadn't planned for this meal to go for as long or as late as it did, and certainly hadn't planned on feeding her guildmates with the same stuff she gave the mice and bugs. But it looked like the food would be enough, and she didn't want to start cooking again lest the vermin become curious and wish to stay to eat whatever else Vivian started making.
Vivian & Sylvia Altissima


@PaulHaynek @13org

"Oh! Hi Haley! Freyr!" Vivian greeted. "These...umm... mice and bugs showed up, and they were pretty hungry, so I thought I'd cook them up a meal and send them on their way." Vivian sort of winked and tilted her head a few times to sort of convey that this a delicate and slightly undesirable situation, but that it was being handled. She didn't want to just come out and say that they apparently had a vermin problem, since she didn't want an insult to stir up petty vengeance in the hearts of these mice and devil bugs, making them renege on their promise to leave.

"How was your day? You were looking for some poor soul lost in the woods, correct/?" Sylvia asked.
I'm mainly looking for basic information, name of the town, name of the county/dukedom/nation the town is in, neighboring towns, whether the country is ruled by a king, queen, emperor, senate, or anarcho-syndicalist commune, whether the nation is the vassal of another country, what neighboring countries there are, and if they are at war or have tension, what races exist, what religions exist, who or what is held in high regard, who or what is treated like garbage, what major threats exist in the world that parents use to scare their children at night; stuff that would let you pass as a native and not appear as an isekai protagonist.
Hey all, sorry for the wait. I had some busy weeks, but I'm back.

@Enkryption Even though Gammaton now has Szilard's knowledge, I as a player, do not, so I hope you don't mind if I pester you for information. So if Gammaton is like, "Ah yes, this town is named..." or "This country borders that country, which they are at war with..." I'm probably going to need to ask you. I also hope I'm not like forcing a lore dump from you. I'm also perfectly fine if you say, "Szilard was an ignorant country bumpkin and wouldn't know that", but given his proximity to the Mayor as Groundskeeper, my intention was he would be just a little bit more knowledgeable than the typical bumpkin.
Upon returning to Infactorium, Gammaton's first instinct was to report to Faetalis, but then she remembered that she had another task to accomplish; the tunnel. She also didn't want to bring this filthy captive, who had soiled himself by now, into the presence of a Supreme Being. So once she arrived at Hivehill, she descended to the Pits, the lowest point of Infactorium and a logical place to start digging. Gammaton searched for two empty holding cells and tossed Szilard into the smallest empty cell she could find. The largest empty cell would make a good location for the tunnel's entrance. Though her instructions were to make the outer-facing exit camouflaged, Gammaton still planned for the possibility that someone could infiltrate Infactorium through the tunnel. By making the entrance to the tunnel from within Infactorium end at a locked cell door meant that even if someone did manage to sneak through the tunnel, they would still be locked out from the rest of the guild castle.

Releasing pheromones to summon a small band of idle ant workers, Gammaton wafted out an elaborate assortment of delicate chemical scents that provided the workers with instructions on the shape of the tunnel, complete with a spiraling ramp that reached all the way to the bottom. Once Gammaton was certain that the instructions had been absorbed, she left the ants to their task and returned to Szilard, who was blubbering and begging for his life now. Gammaton found this odd, since previous enemies had always fought to the death. Of course, previous enemies had always been players who could respawn or summoned minions who lacked sentience, but Gammaton wasn't privy to such concepts. What Gammaton did know was that she was a neural parasite, and though she had never extracted memory with her Consume Knowledge skill in the past, she instinctively knew that it was possible; and she was hungry.

Approaching Szilard's cell caused the man to recoil and move away from the door, making it all the more easier for Gammaton to enter unimpeded. Locking the door behind her, Gammaton reached for her mask and pulled it off, revealing the dead, sunken eyes, moist pallid skin, and thinning strands of pale hair of her host. Honestly, she had been using this body for just a little too long, and could hatch into her Infantilis form whenever she wanted, but considered that it might be more prudent to maintain a humanoid form for the time being.

"You're a...human...?" Szilard asked, though the thing in front of him looked closer to undeath.

"Not anymore," Gammaton replied. Her toxic blood coursed through her host's veins and altered its physiology in subtle ways, one of which would be revealed soon. Gammaton dashed forward with surprising agility and grabbed Szilard by the neck to silence the scream she knew was coming. Unhinging her jaw, Gammaton's throat prolapsed into a fleshy proboscis with a black, hollow spine at the tip. Szilard gurgled feebly as the tip approached his face. Despite being strangled, Szilard's scream was still quite audible as the proboscis pushed its way through his left eye. Szilard suddenly fell silent as his body convulsed while a tongue covered in microscopic hooked scoops darted in and out of Gammaton's probscis, gouging, liquefying, and drinking Szilard's brain matter, scraping the inside of his skull clean.

Gammaton had only ever used Consume Knowledge to temporarily obtain a skill relevant to her current mission. For example, when she accompanied GrillBears to a volcano biome, Gammaton consumed the brain of one the local fauna to obtain temporary heat resistance. So even she wasn't prepared for what came next. Memories flooded through her mind, and for a moment that lasted an eternity, she was Szilard, a sad broken old man who never respected those around him and who was incapable of preserving the bonds that meant the most to him. Gammaton saw his failure, his ineptitude, his irresponsibility, his bitterness, and his loneliness. Gammaton saw her own rotting face approach and the black spine drill into her eye, tasting the sudden, final crescendo of terror and then...nothing. Gammaton woke up in the cell next to Szilard's dead body. She was curled up in the fetal position as tears ran down her cheek. It took Gammaton a moment to realize that these were not her tears; these were the tears of Szilard's fading consciousness, but coming from her own eyes. Gammaton stood up, still trembling, realizing that she had underestimated how harrowing it would be to consume an entire lifetime's worth of memories. But such weakness was unbecoming of the Lord of Hivehill, Grand General of Infactorium. Still trembling, Gammaton stood up, and placed her mask back on her face, providing a sense of security. She had gotten what she wanted; she now knew everything about this world that Szilard did, and a thorough written report was in order.
Hey all, sorry for the really delayed post, but I finally got a reply in.
Vivian & Sylvia Altissima

"Hey, hey. You two seem pretty intent on protecting your men. Are they married? Do you like one of them?" The question piqued the group's interest and they all looked to the sisters for their answer. "Oooh, I'll bet it's the red-haired guy."

"Ehhh, I doubt it. There's something off about him. Can't put my finger on it."

"What about the plain boy? With the short brown hair?"

"Mmmm, I think he's too plain for these two."

"He's not THAT plain!" Sylvia blurted out, then began blushing, while Vivian smirked. "Ahem, but if you must know, yes, I have my eye on the brown-haired boy," Sylvia continued, "But it's more than that, if we are to coexist with the humans, then we must respect their freedom, allow them to make choices for themselves. The days where monsters just grabbed men against their will are over, and in fact, it is that behavior that likely led organizations like The Order and nations like Varjo to hate us and try to eliminate us."

"we're already kind of bending the rules a bit by giving you that nectar in the first place, but we get that some habits are hard to break, and we don't think it's our place to force you to live the way we've chosen to live," Vivian added, "But ultimately, we believe diplomacy, a little give-and-take, can solve most problems if both sides are willing to hear each other out. Now who's hungry?" Vivian put on some oven mitts, pulled the lasagna out of the oven, and placed it on a cloth pad on the kitchen table. A few vines reached for some large, flat, thin objects to fan the lasagna, helping it to cool faster, as Vivian expected the mice and devil bugs would be fairly impatient, but it wouldn't do to have the whole group leave the guild with the roofs of their mouths all burned. When it was sufficiently, cool, Vivian began cutting the lasagna, starting with relatively small portions, and plating them, hoping there would be enough for a slice per individual present, minus herself and Sylvia. The sisters also somewhat hoped that this would give them a taste of civilization, and convince them to turn away from their more wild methods.

"Sometimes a little effort, a little knowledge, and a little patience, is all it takes to create something far greater than the sum of its parts. Think, if you had eaten the flour, the cheese, and the tomatoes raw, and by themselves, it wouldn't be nearly as tasty, right? A relationship with a man is similar, if you just grab every man that crosses your path and have your way with him, he'll escape the next day, and you're back at square one, scrambling to look for another man to fill the emptiness in your heart. And you also miss out on all the wonders of a fully developed relationship, like devotion and deep connection," Sylvia lectured.
So now that Gammaton has a prisoner, I wanted to ask a question concerning the following skill:

  • Consume Knowledge -
    As a parasite, Gammaton can consume the brain of any animal and temporarily gain one of its skills at half the creature's skill level. (this may become something different in the New World)


I included what it did in the game world of Yggdrasil Online, but my intention was that it would take on different properties in the New World. But before I just go ahead and apply said properties, I just wanted to confirm if it is allowable.

My intention was that in the New World, the original skill effect would still apply, but that it would also include the memories of the victim. My plan for my next post would be for Gammaton to experience hunger for the first time and consume Szilard's brain, inadvertently gaining extensive intel on the village below.

Please let me know if this is acceptable.
Yeah, sorry for the wait, I'm the one holding up the collab, just been busy with work. I'll try to wrap up the collab soonish.
Hi all, sorry, I hate to drop this on everyone, but I think I'm going to have to drop out. This is not a critique on the RP in any way; nothing to do with the posting speed or anything. I just have too many other things pulling at my attention right now. Don't worry, I'm not 'in a bad place' or anything, just...busy.

I apologize to you, @Lord Indra especially, but I'm glad that you were able to get this one off the ground, and that you've recruited some great players. Y'all have fun! Peace.
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