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Soulless Shadows

Can't join because of time restraints, but I just wanted to pop in to say that your world and concepts sound super cool! Good luck in your RP!

Cardinal Rift

𝕋aft

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“He’s… dead?”

Kendrick’s father, Yamarr, leaned back in his seat. The three in front of him had burst into his home, soaked to the core and blubbering about monsters and beastmen and disembodied heads. He would have turned them away, but he was still the mayor of Taft. It was his duty to hear out the problems of his citizens.

Truth be told, Yamarr wasn’t too shaken up by Kendrick’s death. The little shit had it coming. Born out of wedlock, it was only because of some unsafe copulation and a drunken stupor that the kid came into being. Even though Yamarr had never given his son too much notice, leaving him to his wife, the kid had somehow gotten it into his head that, as the son of the mayor, he was more important than the rest of the teenagers. He used to spend each evening drinking before he was banned from every pub in town. Kendrick had resorted to petty theft after that. Nobody really dared to report it, but nobody really knew that Yamarr would have happily put his son in jail if one goddamn person had filed a report.

Kendrick’s mother, on the other hand, was going to make Yamarr’s life a living hell. The woman knew that the only reason she was married to the mayor was because of his guilt over inseminating her eighteen years ago. Now that her beloved little stonge was gone, he’d happily get rid of their vows and escape his current hell.

Still, it hadn’t gotten to that point yet. He had to deal with the three shitheads standing in front of his desk, dripping all over his hardwood floor. The girl, Ema, had the smell of vomit about her, and chunks of what looked like meat still clung to her singed clothes. The other two were just wet, even after using a towel to dry off.

“Kendrick is dead,” Coln said. “I picked up his head with… with my hand.” Even if he was one of the apprentice hunters of Taft, he was still 18. He probably couldn’t stand blood and gore well, especially that of his good friend.

Lendal bowed his head. “We’re so sorry, sir. We weren’t able to find him in time, and he was just… just…”

Yamarr shook his head. “Son, you did what you could. I’ll do my best to bring justice to the monster who did this.”

“That’s-that’s the thing, sir,” Ema said. It was the first time she’d spoken since she entered the house. “We already caught it. Well, Lendal did.”

“You… what?” Yamarr put on a face of surprise, even though, internally, he was rejoicing. Two birds with one stone. Kendrick was gone AND Yamarr wouldn’t have to file a report. “Well, where is it?”

The three looked at each other.

“We, um, sold it, sir.” Lendal tossed a sack of coins on the desk. At least a hundred middlers, for sure.

Yamarr blinked. “You… sold the monster.”

“We should have come to you first, sir. We were impulsive and wanted to get the thing out of our hair immediately. We apologize for preventing you from serving justice, sir.” Coln bowed his head.

Yamarr waved his hand. What luck! He didn’t even have to hold a trial! “It’s fine. Where is it now?”

“Well, the traders had room for one more servant in their wagons, so we gave her up as an indenture. She’s probably on her way to one of the major cities. They left right after we exchanged money. Um, you can keep it, sir. It’s our apology for… for…” Coln began to shake uncontrollably.

Yamarr stood up and patted the youth on his sodden shoulder. “It’s alright. You did what you could. I am going to have to punish you three, though. Understand?”

The three swallowed.

“Oh, don’t worry. It won’t be too severe. Maybe some community service hours. I’m thinking around 20.”

The three looked significantly less downtrodden after that notice. Lendal was almost smiling. They had probably spent the entire walk back home worried about their own skins, rather than mourning for their fallen friend. Well, Yamarr could understand that.

“Alright, now you three get home before your parents-”

A thunk sounded throughout the house. It sounded as if an object had impacted the home with significant force. Yamarr led the three to the front door. Everyone else in the home was asleep. He opened the door to check outside.

An axe, embedded into the mahogany wood of his door. It looked as if it were hewn- no, grown from a tree. A threat?

He looked around. Nobody around. But... there, at the top of Lookout Knoll. A figure, at the perfect height and angle to sling an axe at his door. He could barely make them out through the rain and darkness. Luckily, his eyesight had always been good.

“You three,” he said to the teenagers. “Go contact the sheriff’s office. We have a suspicious figure on our hands.”

Cardinal Rift

@GreenGoat

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“I’m telling you, we need to go looking!” Lendal smacked his hand against the scarred wooden table the group used for drinking. ”Kendrick’s been gone for way too damn long.”

The straw-haired teen continued. “If he’s been chained up by that beastman, who knows what the fuck’s gonna happen to him?” The three had been waiting in town for several hours for Kendrick to return from his punishment. He’d left in the morning, after losing a drinking game.

“Relax, Len,” Ema said. “It’ll be fine. He’s probably seduced her or something, and they’ve just spent the time enjoying themselves, you know? By the way, I wouldn’t mind…” she moved her hand onto Lendal’s.

“Yeah right. Kendrick hates beastmen more than a farmer hates drought. He’d sooner stick his penis in a bramble bush,” said Coln. The dark-haired teenager pulled out a band and tied his hair into a knot. “Still, he might need our help.”

“I’ll grab my stuff,” said Lendal, turning away from the table. “Damn it all. We should have chosen a more suitable dare. Messing with a beastie might have been a bad idea…”

”What’ll we do when we find her?” asked Ema.

”Give it back what it deserves for wasting our damn time. Maybe get it sold for some coin or something.” Lendal shrugged. ”Might as well get something good out of this whole wreck.”

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“Are we there yet?” Ema asked. “I think the Sun’s starting to go down.”

“Are you sure you know which way it is, Coln? I can’t even see the path anymore.”

“Absolutely. Trust in my intuition.”

“Your intuition?! Coln, you’ve led us an hour out of town off your fucking intuition?!”

The three were lost. Horribly, horribly lost. They’d left the town a few hours before sundown, but some rapidly descending cloud cover combined with the canopy overhead had darkened the area far faster than expected. Worse yet, Lendal could feel the humidity sticking his shirt to his skin. It was going to rain soon. Hard.

There was still no sign of Kendrick. Lendal unshuttered his gemlantern. The light cast an ethereal glow around them, illuminating the bushy undergrowth. He swapped his club to his left hand.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit! Fuck!” Lendal kicked a nearby tree. It shuddered slightly, then deposited a large centipede on his shoulder.

Ema screamed.

“Get it off! Get it off!” Lendal began to shake violently in an effort to dislodge the critter. The centipede, two feet long and completely unaware of its situation, clung on for dear life. Lendal could feel its pincer-like legs clinging to his arm. It crawled up his arm, towards his face.

Coln slashed it off with his dagger. The two halves dropped to the ground, writhing, before eventually laying still.

“What the fuck, man? You nearly killed me!” Lendal collapsed to the ground, heart pounding through his chest. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“I saved you, dumbass.”

“You just about cut my face off! Another centimeter to the left and my fucking arm would be flopping on the ground like that goddamn bug!”

“Guys-”

“You’re exaggerating, Lendal. It wasn’t that close.”

“Guys-”

“It fucking was! Watch where you stick your dagger next time!”

“Guys. Look.” Ema grabbed both of them by the arm and dragged them over to the entrance to a small clearing at the base of a hill. By the dim light of the gemlantern, they could make out a massive tree perched atop it, and a small house under its roots. ”We found it.”

Lendal sighed in relief. “About time.” He approached the house.

“Wait,” said Coln. “We don’t know what’s-”

Above them, a thunderclap boomed, shaking the leaves and dirt. A wall of rain began to descend, threatening to soak through everything they carried.

In a rare act of solidarity, the three rushed into the hut and closed the door behind them.

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The gemlantern was beginning to run out. Lendal cursed his luck. The light infuser hadn’t come round to his house last week, saying something about unpaid dues. Bullshit. Lendal always paid people back. It had to have been his parents.

Still, under its dying light, the three could make out most of the room within. Standing at the entrance, the house was somewhat small. A small cooking pit lay in the center, and Lendal could barely see the remains of a cookfire within it. A pot lay in the center.

The three stepped forward. A light sensation brushed the back of Lendal’s neck. He swung around. It was a feather. Multiple animal bones and feathers hung from the ceiling, suspended by string.

“Kendrick? You here?” Ema called softly. No response.

The gemlight gave out, plunging them into complete darkness.

“Hey, I found something, it feels kinda… squishy?” Coln said, his voice coming from somewhere to Lendal’s right.

“Hold on, I have a matchbox. Let me…” Lendal reached into his pouch. Success. The taut sheepskin bag had protected it from the rain. He lit a match and held it up.

Kendrick’s lifeless face greeted him, eyes bulging and cheeks slashed off. Even without hair, Lendal recognized the slightly crooked nose and scarred forehead. Some dried blood caked his chin. He was missing both ears.

Lendal froze. Ema screamed and backed up into the remains of the fire, spilling whatever was in the pot all over the floor. Coln swore and dropped Kendrick’s head. It hit the ground with a sickening thunk.

Something stirred in the darkness.

“Eska? Are you finally ba-”

Without thinking, Lendal reacted by swinging his club as hard as he could in the direction the voice came from. It connected with something hard, sending a crack throughout the room. A thump sounded as a body hit the floor.

Ema screamed again. The coals had caught flame once again, fueled by the linens of her clothing. Steam hissed as the water in her clothes evaporated and dissipated. Coln rushed over and pushed her off the flames, then poured whatever was left in the pot over her. Another hiss, then silence that was quickly broken by Ema retching her dinner out onto the floor. She coughed, then slowly got up.

Lendal lit another match. He had knocked out some sort of beastman, though he wasn’t quite sure. It looked rather green. Without words, he began to drag the body towards the entrance.

Still in a pseudo-trance, the other two followed him out the door, and away from the horrors within the small hut.

ꇙ ꒤ ꋊ ꋪ ꒤ ꋊ ꋊ ꏂ ꋪ ꇙ

I'm alive, just slowly drowning.

Cardinal Rift

𝕆ff the ℂoast

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Closer. Closer. Closer…

As the Ironmaw approached, Tobias could feel his heart rate beginning to rise. His blood tingled in anticipation of the fight ahead. Victory and satisfaction was so close…

The Ironmaw looked just as it had been described- a ship forty meters long, with three decks, plated in metal. He could see stolen railguns mounted below decks, jutting out slightly from the ship’s sides. No matter. The attacking force would come too close for the guns to be of any use.

On the main deck, a sizable group of pirates chattered and laughed, jovially discussing their bounty. Sickening. These men who killed for the sake of self-gain brushed off the deaths of innocent people like a servant cleaning a bookshelf with a duster. The Ironmaw drew closer. They were within twenty meters.

Tobias lifted his hands to his mouth and let out a shrill whistle, the harsh sound slicing through the air.

The three boats unveiled their illusory disguise and blasted at full steam towards the Ironmaw. Caught unawares by the facade, the pirate ship took the full ramming force of each.

Tobias leapt from Kiana and onto the Ironmaw, sword ready. He managed to slice the stomach of one scoundrel and engage another in combat before any resistance could be mustered. The navaliers followed him onboard. Several of the pirates still reeling from the ambush were cut down immediately. A few others had their wits about them, and quickly began to retaliate. Soon, the entire deck of the Ironmaw was swarming with combat.

Tobias deflected his opponent’s curved blade, then incapacitated the man with a quick stab through the chest. All around him, pirates were falling. He had instructed his men to take as many prisoners as possible.

A tremor ran through Tobias, signaling the use of magic. He spun and noticed a pirate dressed slightly more importantly than everyone else: Byron Halifax, the pirates’ only magic user. He was a powerful one, too. Tobias watched as the man hurled blazing flames towards the navaliers, expertly avoiding his own crew with the deadly embers. In the brief lull of battle, Tobias could almost appreciate the man’s skill with his gate. In another world, the man could have been a celebrated soldier.

But not this world. Tobias pointed and whistled at the mageborn, signalling the mages on the boats to target him with their magic. He raised his sword and charged.

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ℍouse ℙachel

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Jevin Pachel groaned softly as he stretched, throwing off the warm blankets. The beds in Harrow’s were far too soft for his liking. The best resting place was a firm surface and a cool headrest, not the pillow-saturated sheets of a four-poster king-size bed.

Still, any bed was better than nothing, especially when Livia was concerned. He looked over at her sleeping form, still wrapped up under the covers. A small pang of guilt tinged his chest, but he pushed it aside. He was in too deep now. Pachel grabbed his clothes off the floor, and hastily smoothed out the folds and creases before dressing himself.

Livia wasn’t stirring, so he took the time to inspect the room properly. Earlier, when the two had rushed in for a quick afternoon nap, he hadn’t the time to properly examine the room. Regardless of his opinion of the bed, the rest of the suite was furnished exquisitely. A masterful rendition of Golovan Harrow hung on the far wall. The fluffy carpet between his toes was woven with all the care and skill of a master weaver. Several gemlights rested in their little alcoves, bathing the room in a pleasant glow. Pachel sat down on one of the chairs in the living room and simply took it all in. He heard the shower turn on in the restroom. What a delightful invention, allowing one to clean oneself without all the hassle of drawing up a bath. Pressurized water! Truly wondrous.

So many things that the North can teach us. But how much will it cost? Will we fight and bicker about power for another hundred, two hundred years? Who is man to decide the values of another? If only...

Pachel wandered in his thoughts for a little, then shook his head and stood up. He was getting old. Such introspection was the job of scholars and philosophers, not soldiers.

And yet, why was a soldier such as he partaking in the talks? The consideration of number figures was hardly his strong suit. In his youth, he spent more time considering lady figures instead. In his youth…

Well, we’re seeing the start of a new era, what with all these up-and-coming heirs. Eric, Alexander, Carrey…

Of course, he couldn’t neglect young Ruel. Fourteen! Pachel hadn’t taken up the mantle until he was almost thirty-two, let alone as a teenager! He only hoped that the child would fill his cabinet with capable men. Pachel had made the mistake long ago of giving far too much power to those who cared only about themselves. House Pachel had paid the price for that foolishness.

That was all in the past. He needed to focus on the present. The talks were tomorrow, and he had already spent his afternoon on enjoying himself. The other lords would be arriving shortly.

I suppose I’ll go and meet with some of them…

pogchamp

ℍouse 𝕊eler

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Unsurprisingly, House Seler was very late. Not only were they the furthest from the tower in terms of location, they also had a last minute addition to their entourage. This addition made its existence very known as the door of the carriage swung open and Verity Seler stepped out. Even with her cool composure, it was clear her patience was being tested. Veer stormed out next, swearing under his breath.

In a much better mood, Vector Seler. He looked delighted to be there. “Stupendous! Our first family outing in years, and it's here! Aren’t you excited, kids?”

“Why is he here?” Veer hissed to his sister.

“You are on the seaside. The water is is ankle deep. The sand is between your toes.”

“Verity?”

“The sand is between your toes. It feels wonderful.”

“Useless! Both of you.”

“You know, I came here when I was younger. I really hated it - you see, I was very young, like you. A total fish out of water! You’ll come to enjoy it. But now I realise how wonderful the architecture is! This reminds me of my time in Sikesse. Really, this building would fit right in there.”

“The waves lap at your shins. You feel calm here. There is nothing wrong with this place. The wind is blowing.”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! Gah, can’t this wait until we get inside!”

The guards looked scared to inspect the Seler carriage. It wasn’t long until they found an entire sword stashed away under the seat. A little more time and they found many more.

“No, leave them. They’re for emotional support,” Verity said, not even bothering to turn around and look. “This place has an observatory, doesn’t it? Then, Veer, I’d like you meet me there once you’ve unpacked. We must… strategise. Does that sound good?”

“Absolute- I’ll be there, Verity. Just make sure this stonge doesn’t come along, yeah?”

“I’ll deal with him, don’t you worry. I’m sure what little attention span he has left can be occupied by something.”

“Are you two listening? You better be, brats. I haven’t had the time to tell you about my latest trip. I met with Sikesse- him… them… I met with Sikesse. He was so short! Oh, but that doesn’t matter. I saw the most beautiful Akeshan woman. She had these lovely golden eyes, like the evening sun on a calm sea, with hair that was such a beautiful grey…”

pogchamp

𝕋imeslots

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time

• Gardens (1) - Just outside the Grand Hall. Flora from all around the world is grown here.
  • Afternoon
    • Cedric Immolis
    • Ruel Immolis
    • Drakus Solaris
    • Rendyl
  • Evening
    • Jevin Pachel
    • Alexander Reason
    • Rhythmia Lapseus
• Grand Hall (1) - The entrance hall and main dining hall of Harrow’s.
  • Afternoon
    • Eric Granis
    • Vector Seler
    • Jevin Pachel
  • Evening
    • None
• Minor Library (2) - Open to visitors, contains numerous works of Croanian history.
  • Afternoon
    • Alexander Reason
    • Christina Young
    • Reina Young
    • Melodia Lapseus
    • Abbi Rose Smith
  • Evening
    • Esmeralda Nols
    • Eric Granis
• Laboratory (2) - Closed off, contains scientific and alchemical equipment.
  • Afternoon
    • None
  • Evening
    • Reina Young
    • Melodia Lapseus
    • Arthur Kothlin
• Residencies (3) - Each representative has their own room. All the residencies share the same hallway.
  • Afternoon
    • Arthur Kothlin
    • Rhythmia Lapseus
  • Evening
    • Ruel Immolis
    • Cedric Immolis
    • Darius Balaur
• Major Library (4) - Closed off, contains records of almost all magical research in Croania.
  • Afternoon
    • Darius Balaur
  • Evening
    • None, probably
• Observatory (5) - Open to visitors, has detailed charts, maps, and the best telescope in the country.
  • Afternoon
    • Veer Seler
    • Verity Seler
    • Esmeralda Nols
    • Aelious Aureolin
  • Evening
    • Vector Seler
    • Verity Seler
• In Town - Visit the wonderful town of Harrow’s Keep, with its famed open-air market.
  • Afternoon
    • Elise Dalris
    • Aster Nols
  • Evening
    • Elise Dalris
    • Veer Seler
    • Aelious Aureolin
    • Drakus Solaris
    • Rendyl
    • Abbi Rose Smith
    • Aster Nols

Each PC gets 2 timeslots to use - collab with a GM to talk with NPCs and explore areas.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

@Rockin Strings I don’t really play anymore, but yeah Riot’s videos are always really high quality.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Also @Hitman is everyone in the same class? Or are DW and M paired into the same class regardless of age and past schooling? I was wondering how much realism we'd be adding into the school setting.

EDIT: We're all in the EAT class I'm dumb. But my school setting question hasn't changed.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

@Sunbather What is your profile picture from?

@Rockin Strings

League of Legends

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

@stone

Lol it will be interesting if our weapons and meisters ever team up because Quinn is like the complete opposite of Cameron lol

@Jasper19

Funnily enough, Cameron started out as "Jasper Schumaker." I changed his name once I realized that it could get confusing.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Cameron Schumaker

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"This wouldn't have happened if... sorry. I'll be quicker next time."

Name:
Cameron Schumaker

Age:
16

Gender:
Male ♂️

Race:
Demon Weapon (Axe)

Appearance:
At 6’2” and 160 lbs, Cameron is the literal embodiment of a human lamppost. His only other notable feature is a pair of extremely thick glasses. His vision is absolute garbage, requiring a +10 prescription just to function properly. He’s legally blind without them. Otherwise, his dark hair and smiling face are fairly bog-standard. He’s not particularly muscular, but he’s excellent at long-distance running (which he hates).

Cameron mostly wears shorts and t-shirts, but often dons thicker clothing in order to lend them to Kath, who gets cold easily. In terms of accessories, he’s never without his camera, and is always looking for good shots and candids.

Personality
Cameron embodies selflessness. He’s willing to help others at all times, and even goes out of his way to make sure that those around him are comfortable. Unfortunately, he does it so much that it tends to get overbearing and annoying. He’s been working on toning it down recently, and is starting to make more friends as a result. He’s accepting, loving, and endlessly patient. Unfortunately, this does mean that he’s a bit of a doormat at times. His concern for others also leans on over-worrying, especially in regards to Katherine. He gets antsy when they’re apart for too long, as who knows what trouble she could be getting herself into?

Likes

• Photography
• Reading
• Knitting and Needlework
• Kath!

Dislikes

• Sugary things
• Uncertainty
• Unplanned excursions

Fears

• Abandonment
• Loneliness
• Deep water

Backstory
Born to Aaron and Maria Schumaker, Cameron grew up in Washington before moving to Death City. While he didn't have many friends before moving, the transition to an entirely new environment basically ended his entire social life. Any friends he made, he lost fairly quickly due to his overbearing and fretful nature.

As a result, Cam turned to solitary hobbies like reading and photography. He enjoyed the peaceful nature of taking it slow and steady, and often found himself wandering the streets of Death City in his free time, looking in bookshop windows and taking photographs.

One sunny Saturday, Cam was readying his camera to capture a wandering cat when a force of nature swept him up and demanded his attention. A white-haired girl basically tackled the poor cat, then pestered Cam to take photos of her with it. Seeing no reason to refuse her, Cameron lined up the shot and captured what would be the first of many photos of Katherine. The girl then dragged him to her own home to download and print the copies, then sent him on his way. The two would later meet many times to talk and relax. Cameron was delighted to have a new friend, and she didn't seem to be bothered by all his worrying. She was clumsy and forgetful at times, and Cam was more than happy to help her whenever possible.

It was even more of a joy when, later, the two met at the DWMA and joined as partners. They moved into the joint Meister and Demon Weapon dorms at the Academy, and have been inseparable since. Furthermore, with someone to focus all his worrying on, Cam has started to branch out and make more friends since enrolling at the DWMA. Life is good.

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Partner Name
Katherine Leblanc | @Aviaire

Weapon Form
A large battleaxe.

Weapon Form Description

Like this but with a longer haft

Cameron takes the shape of a 6 foot long axe when he shift into a weapon. The haft is 4.5 feet long, and the head makes up the rest. Unlike most demon weapons, he appears to be made of a bone-like substance. Regardless, h remains as durable and effective as any other demon weapon.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
While not particularly skilled, Cameron is capable of partial transformation and basic hand-to-hand combat. Most of his combat ability relies on planning, forethought, and research. He does not like taking risks.

When not in combat, Cam dedicates most of his time instead to homemaking skills such as cooking and cleaning. He's skilled with a chef's knife, pair of knitting needles, and camera. He can't swim.

Soul Resonance
Katherine draws in power and smashes the ground with Cameron, sending out a massive cone-shaped wave of force. This maneuver creates large fissures in the ground, as well as sending rocks and shrapnel upwards at aerial opponents. It's usually used as more of an area-control move than a finisher, but the two can put in more energy and get a much larger effect if needed.

Extra
Cameron’s known Katherine for a long while, but he still can’t ever get used to her fighting style- Always improvising on the fly and never thinking about consequences. The plans do work out some of the time, but the stress isn’t good for his heart.