Teyao

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Yeah @Saiyan, not all of us just have our character randomly headbutt people in the shoulder, NFL-tackle allies and hand out unrequested hugs!

@Zool

Mine would! He appreciates the straighforwardness

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

I was making my new post but became distracted, take this shitty meme instead.

The anti-Ogre plan

I was working on another but my laptop died

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Second Chance

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

The hug from Zell was almost as unexpected as the fact that most of them were still alive and he was not ashamed to admit that he hugged the other man with maybe just a little bit more tightly than he was going for, Clive was dead and he felt the moment the blessing over Arthur shattered.

The battle was over but it was no time to mourn yet.

"James, you are a miracle worker,"

Mac

MacKenzie's words brought a sardonic grin to his face "Don't go saying that just yet, surgery often takes a while to see if it even worked"

"I'm sorry that I led you all here to this awful place, and them to their deaths. If I could have died instead, I would" Pause "You can do whatever you want to me; yell at me, kick me off the team, whatever. But only after we're safe in Valheim. Otherwise, their sacrifice will have been in vain."

Tree man

He gave a half-hearted glare at the younger man "Don't say shit like that Adam, you think that asshole wouldn't have found us no matter what? It was only thanks to the bigger creature driving him off that we survived" Not that he would thank said creature, it killed Arthur so it could burn in hell for all that he cared. He continued with a more tired tone of voice "Don't take it wrong just, accept that shit would have hit the fan regardless, it is not your fault and neither is ours, it's theirs" Saying so he turned around. It wasn't like he was the one who ordered Arthur to attack the Aurok

All around him he watched as his party started preparing for the travel despite their injuries and he refrained from casting his healing spell on anyone else, chances were that something even worse happened during the trip and he didn't want to be caught without some sort of safety net in case a medical emergency popped up. He didn't want to cause another casualty "Get your mind out of the gutter" With careful steps he got back to his feet, Adam carrying Lilliana was the best option, he felt too much like shit to do it himself and everyone else seemed to be in equally rough shape so better let the one capable do the work, it also was assured that if something happened Adam could recreate his improvised fortified position and cover himself and Lilliana.

The brief glow on his palm distracted him from his thoughts, whatever the crystal on his hand was it was reacting to something and a brief inspection brought something new to the surface deep within himself. Two new blessing slots appeared on his mind next to Undaya's as well as a new spell sitting in his mental library, but for some reason they felt... incomplete, for a lack of a better word, as if multiple inputs blocked each other from entering and blocked the spell as a result. Whatever it was he dismissed it, he didn't have time to worry about things like these when they were already pressed for time.

Looking around one last time he caught sight of Arthur's tossed anchor so he approached with careful steps and bent to grab it, maybe he could prop it to make a makeshift headston-

The weapon was not sentient or sapient but whatever shenanigans were going around its natural enchantments and its relations to the blessing the result was the same, the moment he grabbed it a pulse rang through and an alien feeling invaded his whole body, it took him a moment before he could put into words into what feeling it was but once he did there was no mistaking it.

It was grief.

The weapon recognized that its wielder's life was cut short and wept for it knew that without his presence it could never accomplish its purpose, perhaps it was pity or sympathy that made him act that way but before he could even think he was already fixing the chain around his body. Once he made sure the chain was secured and the anchor rested on his back he utilized his knife and made a big hole, if he was taking his weapon then the least he could do was give him something to remember him by, in this case, his own staff.

When he was finished at least half of his staff was under the earth with the other half overlooking the cliff Arthur had fallen through, it was way less than a man like him deserved but it was the best he could give him, saying a prayer he bid him goodbye and retreated with the rest of the group to keep heading towards Valheim.

...

After Zell made contact with the guards Lily, Zell, and himself were quickly ushered to the hospital where they were told prices and their wounds were treated, a part of him wanted nothing more than head to the nearest hotel or inn or whatever they had around here, maybe after drinking enough to forget all that happened on the last few hours but his conscience wouldn't let him, they were being persecuted and they needed answers, commander Vadim had told them to go to the Guld and he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until the matter was resolved.

Glancing at those with him in the hospital he decided to share his thoughts "We should wait for Lily to wake up and for the others to come before going to the Adventurers guild, they might be able to explain what the fuck is going on and it would be better if we all are there to hear it from the source." A pause "Plus, whoever is after it was willing to send assassins to get the cube so it would be better to get it out of our hands as soon as possible."

THE WAR FOR MYTHERIA - Isekai Adventure

Well, I would like to cast my vote for: World's Apart, wheter it wins or not I will explain my reasoning after a winner is decided

Gods of the Multiverse

Okay, here is a very rough concept, I need to go to sleep but I wanted to save it first.

Dancer

Name: Shin'za Ze'Hav

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Veilborn, very similar to humans with the key difference of their skin being much more susceptible to the negative effects of the sun making them cover as much of their body as possible with cloth. As a result, their culture has been heavily skewed towards literal posturing and bold words to make up for the lack of facial tells. They typically have a graceful and proportionate physique, often with a slightly more delicate bone structure, their eyes are known for their vibrancy and intensity.

Appearance:

How he looks

Under his cloth, he appears as a very tanned man with brown hair and red eyes, he stands at 5'9

Home World: Carnagoria, a ruthless place where might makes right, drown in conflict and violence, a planet where war has been measured, calculated, and exploited to be shared equally among all its inhabitants, weakness is pitied but the choice to remain weak is scorned, however, there is fairness inherent to the system, hate is not an emotion that many locals have for conflict is as natural to them as it is to breathe. That's not to say it is a bad place to live, peace is granted at regular designated intervals and the people are kind and generous during said times as it is impossible to deal intentional harm unto others.
The biggest reason why the system works in the first place is that the God worshipped on this planet imposed a rule when he bested all other deities who lay claim to it "Death is not granted, it is earned", death is unable to claim those who died struggling, it is only during times of peace that death is rampant and is the reason why the people look forwards to times of conflict. Those who perish fighting for their survival will reawaken on the next time of peace without a single wound on their bodies and they always claim that during that time they were feasting and celebrating in their God's domain, watching those still alive fight.

Patron Deity: Havokor, the god of Conflict and Struggle. Despite being metaphysically connected to the concept of "Struggle" one doesn't think that when they met him, fashioned on the style of clothing of the Veilborn he prefers to be merry and happy, there is no necessity for hate or conquest. Just the honest feeling of desiring something hard enough to fight for it.

Champion’s Blessing: Cimson Ribbonflame Armguards
-This blessing from his God manifests as an item, a pair of Armguards that allow Shin'za to produce red ribbons from his wrists and shins, this ribbon isn't actually blood nor cloth but rather something akin to dense air which makes it behave like cloth but without weight, very resistant to tearing but not towards cutting.
-These ribbons can be exploded and cause burning damage with a flex from the user (usually a pulling movement), the radius and force of the explosion grows with the distance it has from Shin'za.
-This ability's greatest weakness is the fact that if a ribbon is cut the separated part will instantly lose all its properties and vanish from existence.

Inventory: A normal sword and some spare clothes.

Magic: Cloth control: A simple spell used to mend clothes, Shin'za learned it to make his ribbons have extra flourish when he waved them. The cloth is not particularly fast and it can't strike with any real force.

Skills:
-Martial arts: It is no mistake to say that every citizen of Carnagoria possesses at least some passing knowledge of martial arts, even if most of them are self-taught.
-Ribbon dancing: Shin'za biggest passion and the skill that allowed him to be noticed by his God. He is good at it and has trained most of his life using it.
-Basic weapon usage: Similar to martial arts is not uncommon for those of Carnagoria to just grab whatever they find on the battlefield to keep fighting.

Personality: Dramatic and egocentric are words that apply to Shin'za, speaking in an exaggerated manner and with very expressive movements he tries to form connections with others as it is custom for his planet, it is difficult to anger him and almost impossible to make him hate someone.

History: Life has been pleasant for Shin'za since the day he was born, sure being forced by the teachers to fight his fellow students by the age of 8 was a bother as it was being given a dagger and shoved to the battlefield by the age of 12, but despite those small hiccups he still lived a happy life, all thanks to his guilty pleasure.

Dancing with the ribbons his grandmother made for him.

One may wonder, why it is that his dancing passion was considered something he should keep hidden? After all, there are many people who dance as well, even entire schools dedicated to sword dancing or martial dancing, but the answer was simple, he just loved a dancing style that was peaceful -ribbon dancing- so much that he chose to hide during war times just to practice his dancing alone. Such a take was almost sacrilegious for his people, to not partake in conflict when offered was anathema to their way of life. When he was discovered by his people he knew that they wouldn't understand his dedication to his chosen path, that they would take him to some facility to be re-educated or just locked in a prison until he perished. He couldn't accept that so he did the same thing the very thing he tried to avoid, he fought, even after his right hand was cut, even after his left eye stopped working, even when he couldn't even recognize who was he fighting anymore, he kept going until someone did the unthinkable.

They set his ribbons on fire.

Whether by spell or with a torch someone had set fire to his most precious possession, and he had to let go of them as the handles became too hot to grab. At that moment he was presented with a choice, surrendering on the condition that his ribbons were saved or keep fighting what was sure to be a lost fight anyway. The smart choice would have been to surrender, to be rehabilitated by his people while being allowed to dance in times of peace, or even to learn a more martially inclined dancing style. He didn't, instead, he tied his burning ribbons to his wrists and lept into the fray once more.

To this day he has been unable of getting a clear answer from his God for why was he there, was it amusement or interest that had grabbed his attention, perhaps he sensed the conflict that was brewing and wanted to check it out, or was it just a case of focusing in the right place at the right time. Whatever the case the answer was the same, the God saw the pitiful mortal struggle to go against the system he had established, to confront the world to satisfy his own selfish desires... and he felt giddy for it. The manifested Armguards went unnoticed by everyone in the fight until the moment the ribbons exploded and then started reforming.

The new accessory abilities complemented his own style well enough to shift the rhythm of battle in his favor until he was the last man standing amid an army of corpses of his friends and acquaintances before succumbing to his own injuries. The next time he woke up during a time of peace he immediately noticed them and was informed that his struggle and determination had earned him the recognition of their God as well as the title of Champion. Giving him the freedom to choose he so desired but chaining him to his God's household.

Extra/Notes:
-Has a sweet tooth and a younger brother.
-He still has burn scars on his wrists.
-The Ze'Hav part of his name is the addition that marks him as part of his God's household

I think he comes from a similar world as Cynthia Schovajsa but with vastly different treatment from their Deities, her God is definitely more callous

Edit: Finished the sheet!

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From your resident healer, please don't get injured like this again until I get better healing spells, its a bitch to do everything manual

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Fuck is always the head!

His vision swarmed, it wasn't the first time he received a head injury but that didn't mean that he developed some sort of resistance towards them, a concussion was nasty damage that couldn't just be swept under the rug and forgotten like that, it took extensive medical care and continuous monitoring to make sure it didn't develop into something more severe, Vero always said that concussions were always a factor to look out for because they were easily missed if no-

FUCK! he was doing it again!

"Focus, focus."

He was on his back having rolled after being kicked by the ninja wannabe, he managed to pass Zell's defense by Clive was dead Deal with it later -He managed to pass Zell defense but Adam managed to restrain him and then Thing showed up, some kind of malformed centaur by its looks then-

"MacKenzie, its going for Mackenzie!"

He watched with horror how the assassin started sprinting in MacKenzie's direction, he was going to kill her just like he killed Cli Deal with it later -only for Zell to appear out of nowhere and make them both miss the strike by a few inches. At once he felt some tension leaving his core as the both of them lunged for the ninja in synchrony. Said tension returned with a vengeance as he remembered Lilliana's current state.

Looking around he caught a glimpse of Adam utilizing his plant control to make the roots drag Lilliana to an improvised defense at the same time that Joji decided to distract the Centaur.

Getting on four he wasted no time using his light spell against the beast to provide some advantage to Joji and making a signal for Arthur to help him, those two had the greatest chance of bringing down the thing just as Mac and Zell worked well against the Ninja. Once the spell was on its way he crawled as fast as he could towards Lilliana.

Reaching her fallen form he gave a nod to Adam, they would depend on him to keep any threats away during the process, once he was sure the other man was prepared he started to get to work but paused. There was something... strange about her, a feeling similar to the one he felt whenever he cast Undaya Blessing but much more formless, sort of reaching towards something but there appeared to be something missing, a critical piece that didn't let the, the conexion solidify. He shook his head, whatever it was it didn't matter, what was important was treating her injuries as fast as possible to grant her the possibility of surviving.

As quickly as possible he grabbed a small knife from his pack and removed all elements of clothing obstructing the injuries, the good news was that the stab wound was a clean cut, with no jagged edges or hacked-away pieces, just a direct hit that entered and exited the body, it looked somewhat similar to how the diagrams in Vero books described a stab wound but cleaner if he was to judge, seems the Ninja ability made the blade wound easier to treat, ironically enough. The bad news was that all the lighting that she discharged provoked light burns around her torso He could sympathize Not now!, they didn't appear life-threatening so he gave priority to the puncture. As he analyzed he never stopped talking in a clear voice, Vero was always adamant that keeping a patient conscious was up there in the list of needs, alongside not making things worse or fucking up.

"Hey, HEY!, Look at me, everything is going to be alright, you are going to be running around before you even notice"

Time to start.

Rolling her so she laid on her side he started talking "So Lily -can I call you Lily?- Great! So Lily how do you feel now that you can do magic stuff?" First thing, clear the entry and exit with a small cloth and some water from his canteen, it will get dirty during the process but better if it is blood than dirt "Is jarring isn't it? Suddenly knowing stuff" He almost flinched while analyzing the wound, it was directly under the heart and it missed the lungs by a small margin but a little lower and it would have performed her liver which would have been a death sentence "I sort of imagine shelves with books and each book is a spell, how do you imagine them?" Keep her distracted, she is already becoming paler but the bleeding doesn't appear to be quite as severe as before, clothing must be in effect then.

Rummaging through his pack he pulled a needle, some tread, and some of the medicine he received from the Assistant back in Homas, none of it is what he should be using, the needle and the tread are not sterilized and the antiseptic paste is not as strong as he would have liked for this type of injury but a beggar couldn't be a chooser "Things here are a lot different from how they were before, aren't they? Speaking of, what did you use to do before all of this?" He started bending the needle and tying the tread, then he cleaned the blood once more "Hey how do you think the city will look once we reach it? I bet it looks exactly like Homas but bigger" Entry or exit? Which one to focus on first? "I think the thing I look forward the most to is a bed and a shower, what about you?" Exit, is slightly more open than the other, using the needle he started suturing the wound, one stitch, tie it, cut the tread, clean the wound and start again. Over and over he continued making sure to never stop talking while patching her up "Now that I think about it, do you think they sell your favorite food in Valheim? I doubt they sell zacahuil or tamales but I could settle for some tacos" Suture is done, its time to apply the paste, it will hopefully drive away any risk of infection "Thinking about it, where are you from? I know Mac is French, Joji is Japanese and I think Zell is English so counting my Mexican ass we are a really varied bunch, you seem American or Canadian, did I guess right?" Bandages, he needed bandages! Wher- His shawl! Controlled movements untied his shawl from his shoulders and he proceeded to tear it into a single strip of cloth with the knife, then he fastened the strip around Lilliana as an improvised bandage. Once he make sure the bandage was snug he tied the end and invoked his healing spell two times in a row, he wasn't sure if casting it more would make it better but he was not ready to take any chances.

The moment the spell settled on the bandages he fell on his ass and took deep breaths, the stress finally getting to him but even so never once did he stop talking.

"You are going to be okay, everything is going to be fine, you will recover, it's okay..."

Perhaps the person he was trying to convince was himself

Gods of the Multiverse - A world hopping fantasy adventure

Well if you decide to join this, do you have any character in mind?

@Martian

Maybe the champion of Warhammer 40k inspired God of Dreams, the blessing would be a Silver Bear and he would have Support magic but focused on buffing the Bear.

Just a bit worried it overlaps with two others characters

Edit: I think maybe the way to go would be a crafter, the Champion of a god of the Forge

Gods of the Multiverse - A world hopping fantasy adventure

I am tentatively interested