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1 yr ago
Current @SaltSight Game was Astlibra: Revision. Found it on sale bundled with another game I've been wanting so I gave it a shot and got like, straight indie JRPG of the early 2000s injected into my veins.
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1 yr ago
Hate that strange ennui that hits after 100%'ing a really, really good game. Good time was had, but man am I glad it can't mess my sleep schedule up anymore.
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3 yrs ago
Rich people blood sports is how the Oscar's should always have gone. As a hot blooded american man I cant sleep at night without witnessing violence of some kind.
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3 yrs ago
So true. Anyways, play Lancer!
3 yrs ago
Final Fantasy: Stranger in Paradise is the funniest shit I've ever seen while also not being a bad game. Just crack open some cold ones with the boys, blare Limp Bizket, and Kill Chaos.

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Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Awesomoman64,@Guess Who
Being no fool, the goblin that had been facing off against Cayde and Sid backed away upon its steed, before the beast bolted away with its master in tow. With that one gone, now the twosome would have to turn their attentions to the deck up above. The other passengers aboard the ship were starting to come to, and panic was set in at the sound of the Hobgoblin's horn. Perkeo would...probably be fine. His future kids for certain wouldn't, but he was only in pain. Agonizing, humiliating pain. The two would need to be quick in their plans however, as the sound of fighting ensued above them. In addition, the resounding distant horns would tell the two that yet more trouble was on the horizon, the old saying: “We still hone the axe which slew your kin. Tis’ still sharp and ever-ready” coming to mind. Much like how the riders had fallen, more regular goblins wouldn't pose much threat to the two veterans of combat.



@Skyrte
Arno would find the Hob far more attentive than his fellow Gobs, given that even as he stared down Corday, he didn't once take his eyes off the small harvin. Aware that Arno was armed with some sort of firearm judging from the smell of gunpowder on his nose, the Hob's nostrils flared for a moment before it suddenly pounced towards Corday, club gripped tightly in its hands as it closed the distance. Corday knew Arno's plan, but...now it was getting hairy. The knife-wielding erune found herself hurriedly dodging the quick, almost assuredly fatal strikes and sweeps the Hobgoblin made with his solid club, noting that every time he repositioned, it put her between Arno and the Hobgoblin. The rumors were indeed true; Hobgoblins were far smarter than their smaller counterparts. A knife found some purchase, slicing into the monster's cheek as it dodged back, only for Corday to find a club smashing into her stomach as she was flung back. Reeling and resisting the urge to vomit once again, the blonde erune slowly rose to her feet as the Hobgoblin approached her, brandishing the dagger on its belt rather than the club. It had intent to kill, and was ready to act upon it.

Judging from the sound of distant horns, Arno could tell that backup was coming, and now might be his only chance to shoot down the Hobgoblin in his thirst for blood. Shakily standing, Corday held one hand over her gut, while the other did its best to line up a dagger between the monstrous humanoid's eyes as he lurched forward, right in the path of the Akula.



@floodtalon
Having initially arrived oblivious to the dangers of the woods, the white-scaled Dhirom inventor quickly found herself in a bad spot. Initially having spotted the crash, she had presumed it to likely be a great place to harvest some parts for her next prototype, only to find the place under attack by a siege of goblins of varying sizes. In addition, the Zweite colors flown by the various banners all over would tell her that most likely, anyone alive on that ship kind of had the power to putt her in jail. Of note however was the goblin riders closing in on the ship, and, after a moment, she would find that those aboard the ship flew no colors or symbols of the Zweite at all.

For the young inventor, time was crucial here; If she waited too long, the ship would either be at the pickings of the goblins, or sent completely up in flames by the ensuing fight that was going on. Zweite airships were known for having relatively upper crust engineering behind them, and what better ship would there be to pick parts from than the ones who very much wanted her locked behind bars?



@Ammokkx
The great snake deity Apep, worshipped for the power it held, was now stalking the forests with Cyll chasing after it, matching pace with the long, rather slow beast as it changed its downed prey, the airship stolen from Ziggurat. Now however the question of HOW to get it away was another thing entirely. As someone who had been actively hunting for some time, Cyll would already have heard the various folk tales surrounding the gargantuan serpent; In the days of the war, it snatched airships whole from the very air, over a mile above the forest's canopy. Griffons, Wyverns, and even powerful dragons were no match for the nightmarish and venomous maw the beast possessed. Now, all that stood between it and a ship full of people unable to defend themselves from such a thing was a young boy with spunk, and knowledge of the area.

However, another old wives tale and cautionary advice from the elder hunters of the hamlet would spring back to mind; A legenadrily ferocious forest Hydra resided not far from here within a cave, and was known to pick fights with Apep, having over twenty heads from the numerous failed skirmishes it had with the beast. While it likely couldn't defeat it, it would work as a sufficient distraction. Alternatively, drawing its attention by attacking would be foolish, but given the beast's relatively poor eye sight, Cyll might be able to hide after launching an attack. Simply warning the crew may also be effective, but with so many injured from the crash, there might be no telling how many casualties Apep's arrival would bring.



Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption
bc8dbf
At Marshall's question of whether his benefactor was listening, a bored affirmative of: "Ay, I am." before the primal beast added: "Though, frankly, your little lover is of no concern to me. Karma itself seems to despise you, Marshall, wretch that you are. Try not to burn this one MORE, if that's not too much to ask."

A chill ran up Amanita's spine as Marshall spoke, knees trembling before she quickly found herself swept off her feet by Mucu, along with Rumaya. Fearfully holding onto her mushroom man compatriot, she buried here face in his chest to try and forget just how...sinister Marshall had felt in that moment. He'd been so warm and friendly before, but now...now it was like he was possessed by something bereft of constraint. Mucu meanwhile simply stomped along with the two girls safely in his arms, now carrying a serious furl to his brow. Or, what was close enough to being his brow.

Left alone now, Marshall could FEEL the smug smile upon that primal woman's lips, satisfied in just how isolated her "champion" was. "You see? They run from you. And how quickly, too. You never belonged anywhere, Marshall. And you'll never find somewhere to belong either." she would whisper into his mind, before Marshall would suddenly feel a dull thud against his back, two tiny arms wrapped around him after a few minutes had passed. Pale and delicate, they were like twigs scarcely covered in snowy flesh as Amanita bit her lip. "D-Don't just bleed everywhere for me and then tell me to run, dummy! I said I was a doctor, and I'm not scared of any patient. E-Even if they do drink blood." the girl said, before releasing him from her hug and puffing her cheeks out. "Follow me. We need to get all those bug guts off of you." she said, turning to walk before clutching her left forearm with her opposite hand. "And um...thank you, for saving Rumaya. And me.
Island named, Zendrith hails from the Island of Grey Sea.


Perfect. I'll write her in with the next post, for now just move her on over to the Char tab.
<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

Isn't the Water element/scale color white? Also yeah, I can come up with a name for the island. Just need to figure something out.


...I'm stupid as fuck and completely forgot that, being honest.

Been so long since the last Dhirom. Nevermind that then. My bad.




So, right off the bat I hate to point it out, but Dhirom scale color is directly tied to their ether element. Also, the island needs a name, since I'm kinda planning for most islands to be visitable in the rp.

However, overall a pretty nice character overall. Personality is bombastic which I can appreciate. She's accepted.

why the fuck so many people stealin'?

@Lmpkio

Just thought I'd mention, Analisse is also taking the same quest as Magnus. She kinda stabbed it with her lance and all.

@13org(FYR),@Enkryption
FF5353

Time passed quickly in the minotaur's lonely slumber. It was cold, it was damp...and it wasn't anywhere near as helpful as he imagined it would be. Reality wasn't convenient enough that a single night of self-inflicted sleeping in the cold was enough to develop a person. Rising from his bed of leaves and moss, Magnus shook his hair around to remove the various twigs, leaves, and small insects that had found themselves tangled within it. Glumly he rose to greet the morning sun, leaning against a sturdy tree with one arm, and picking his hair with the other. "...This wasn't a good idea," he lamented, moving to head to work at the guild building just a short distance away from the small hermit's camp that he had set up in the night.

Hearing the bit about the financial situation made him feel extremely guilty...he was after all returning after two days of not being paid for jobs, and the hole in the wall was definitely a huge concern. It made the whole guild positively freezing at night...plus there were always going to be animals trying to sneak in so long as it remained. Clenching his right fist, the minotaur resolved himself to doing a job right today; This couldn't be something he could fail, since tomorrow he'd be escorting that nun with Freyr. With his axe sheathed upon his back, Magnus stepped forward to take a job before he was startled by the lance piercing the board. As the mysterious newcomer proudly announced that she would be taking that quest, it drew Magnus' attention to it. A kidnapped lover? Well, Magnus was sure that it was within his abilities, especially with someone so boisterous and confident. "I-I'll join you on that, Miss." the minotaur said quietly to Annalise, before turning to Freyr as he checked the board as well.

"Hey, um...Freyr, don't forget about the promise we made that lady. We have to escort her to Varjo tomorrow. J-Just reminding, is all." he said, not wanting to annoy Freyr with too dense a reminder as he prepared to embark on his quest. Next Stop: Boreal Port. Luckily he knew the way, in case his traveling companion did not. Looking back to the guild, Magnus worried about Talia, but...he would have to speak to her later. There were only so many hours in the day, after all.

[Who Are You To Judge?]






A9A9A9
Arising from the night's slumber, Nephele was quick to retrieve her laundry, forming a solid wall of fog around herself as she ventured outside in the conveniently censored buff in order to retrieve her dress from the drying rack. Once it was once again upon her form, the dragoness did a slight twirl, feeling elated to not have to borrow Neil's clothes anymore. This time she would be sure to keep her dress clean...or at least, make a stop to buy a few more to at least have something to wear while her favorite dries. Admiring the bit of seam work she put into repairing the torn bits, the cave dragoness returned to the guild hall in time to hear the speech about the guild needing money. Silently, she wished that Bart had taken her suggestion to heart, but figured that for now it would just have to be a lesson for him to learn, that this style of business couldn't continue for long, if at all.

Striding over to the board, Nephele pondered briefly over the options at hand, noticing that there now seemed to be a hole through one of the quests. Well...seemed that one was taken. Taking a moment to resist the urge to place a slash through Ian's quest, Nephele instead turned her attention to the one relating to ambush. It certainly would be risky, but her fog granted her damningly effective stealth capabilities and escape potential. As such, even if the quest went south, she was confident that she would be capable of pulling through. Looking around, Nephele noticed no sign of Talia so far...or Neil. Wait, if Neil wasn't here, who was writing those comments? Shaking her head free of that train of though, she instead poked her knife-like finger into the paper for [Liberation, at Any Price]. "I will take this one. If anyone wishes to join me, I'd prefer if they're able to conceal themselves easily enough," she said, before marching off to where the meeting place was to be.

[Liberation, at Any Price]
I take it this is full, then?
As the summonings concluded, Joachim quickly found his servant curiously pacing about the room, gazing at the various summoned servants as well as their masters, while her own summoner was forced to follow after her. Her curiosity was almost childlike as she observed the heroic spirits summoned, before the slightest sigh escaped her lips as she turned around, crossing her arms and walking past Joachim. "It seems he isn't here...Ah well. I was a fool to get my hopes up; Human history is long, and heroes are great in number, after all." she said, ears twitching as the mention of leadership arose. Before Joachim could even assert his opinions on the matter, Caster stepped forward towards Rider and Anderson, throwing her thoughts into the matter by saying: "It certainly makes more sense to vote for a leader upon arriving in Poland; However, we will need a stronger basis for trust rather than simple proclamation of accolades and victories. Verifying our True Names to each other would ensure an understanding on equal grounds...though that can wait."

"Caster, what are you-" Joachim started, before Caster clasped her pale hands around one of his. "Come now, my Master. I've need for components, and I surmise you do as well." she said, before practically dragging him out of the room with an almost childlike glee. Completely caught up in Caster's abundant enthusiasm, Joachim quickly found himself browsing King's wares with her, the young boy clearly irate at her haste. "Caster, why did you suggest revealing true names back there? It could put everyone a at a huge disadvantage if information got out. We don't know where the Red faction has ears and-" he tried to lecture, but was swiftly cut off.

"Tell me, Joachim, what is the most important thing in war." Caster said, closing one eye to look through a gemstone on display to examine its quality. "What is the most desirable thing you could have in an ally, when facing down countless enemies?"

Joachim was caught off guard by the question, and scratched the back of his neck as he pondered an answer. He was a healer, not a fighter, so it was obvious what his inexperienced answer would be: "You'd want your allies to be strong, right? That's the point of this kind of grail war." he said.

Caster smiled, delicately handling a piece of vibrantly colored snake skin. "Incorrect, but not necessarily wrong. Strength is important, yes, but there is another more vital trait one needs." she would say, before suddenly turning to him. "A strong ally can betray you at any time. Strength wins wars, yes, but strength isn't just born of a single powerful ally. It is good to be strong, yes, but Trust is what allows the weak to band together to topple the strongest. Know this, Joachim: Though those in the room are alike in being heroic spirits, a hierarchy is formed simply by our containers. Caster, in terms of singular fighting ability, could never hope to match any of the classes without a trick up their sleeve...or another Servant helping them," her explanation continued, as the small bags of Caster's purchases piled up. "As such, my True Name being revealed bothers me little, but to others it proves a touchy subject. Some bear obvious weaknesses from their lives, or from match ups against certain types of foes, while others simply would rather not have their secrets exposed perhaps to conceal a Noble Phantasm hidden away."

Joachim was taken aback by all of...that, and asked: "W-Wait, hold on...I don't get it. That still doesn't explain why you talked about True Names so early on."

Caster hummed, tapping her dainty index finger against her own chin. "Well, to put it simpler...I'm gambling on the chance that someone will accept, and exert pressure on the others to do the same. I cannot say I trust someone unless I know exactly how they died, after all. Speaking of it then and there put it into people's minds as a possibility, and I assumed that you'd want closer ties to strong Servant and Master pairs, Master." she said, ringing up her purchases as soon as she was capable. It was a sizable sum, for sure, but definitely within what one could expect for a master/servant pair. Luckily, most of Joachim's magecraft required little in terms of physical components, so they were free to leave. Still...Joachim couldn't help but be unnerved by Caster's way of thinking. He had no doubt that, if he wasn't careful, Caster may very well simply slay him and take his command seals. As she was walking away, he pondered using one in order to force future obedience, but...that was too broad. Nervously clutching the command seals hidden by his clothes, Joachim followed Caster.

He'd hoped to get an agreeable servant, but...Caster was almost suspiciously agreeable. As if she were already planning on how to get the grail from everyone before the war had even really begun. He didn't know if she planned to form a sub-faction within Black to steal the grail from the others, or if it was all just to secure a cleaner victory, but he did know that the way she smiled was...unnerving.
I'm interested in this and was wondering if there were any slots left? I don't know a lot about Granblue, but from my understanding I don't need to know much.


There are most certainly slots open, and you need to know Nothing about Granblue, save for that it exists and is also here. Every bit of lore is, more or less, explained in the first OOC post. There is also where you'll find the list of open elements for crew members.
Verdant Woodlands: Goblin Siege

@Ammokkx,@Skyrte

Corday was stunned as the young erune boy just...ditched them to go fight some goblins. Seeing his magic in action however, the dagger wielding erune woman knew that, if he had the bravery for that, he probably had the skills to back it up. He definitely had an attitude problem though; After all, who swore at his age? Still, she respected his courage, and as soon as this was over, she was going to buy him a treat...probably on someone else's tab. Regardless, with Arno now springing into action, Corday flicked out two more of her hidden knives, seemingly having an endless supply of them up her sleeves as she dashed forward.

Most of Arno's shots were hitting their marks, but the crude armor the goblins had on was just enough to make some of the shots not fatal. The one he speared with his bayonet though, was definitely done for. Seeing a goblin rear its head up as well as a sling, Corday flicked her wrist and sent her knife flying just as the rock from the sling was loosed; In a clash of stone and steel, the knife stuck into the rock and caused it to fall limply to the ground, before Corday's other dagger became embedded within the goblin's skull.

Just when she was feeling good about herself however, another goblin that had snuck up from the side of the ship grabbed at her boot, seeking to pull her down with it. Falling, she scarcely managed to land her hands upon the railing before the goblin pulled itself up, trying to bash her fingers apart with its club. Scrambling, she shimmeyed along the railing just in time to get her fingers to not explode, before she grabbed the head of the goblin's club, tugging it to force the goblin to fall instead of her before climbing back up. Judging from the dull crunch that echoed, it sounded like he'd landed head first against a rock. Things were going good so far...at least they would be, before the horn sounded.

As if commanded by the meaningless music of that war horn, the goblins present and not already within the ship fled back towards the sound of the horn, before a larger figure emerged; His body was at least twice as large, and twice as hideous as the goblins preceeding him, dark gray skin with eerie yellow eyes. A Hobgoblin Chieftain had come out personally with this raid; A significantly greater challenge than any lone goblin. Riding forward on his wolf, he effortlessly leapt from it to land on the ship's deck, banging his crude metal club against his ramshackle wooden shield, bound with animal leather. "Smallfilth and Catfilth..." he grunted as he stepped forward, banging his club against the deck as he walked, a dull wooden thud echoing as he poked holes in the deck. "I'm gonna enjoy this..."




Cyll would certainly hear that horn, though his attention would soon be divided from that as a loud hissing erupted from one of the nearby bushes, a flash of teal scales slithered past before he would see it. Though he had only been here a short time, there were certainly tales of the infamous serpent of the island; At both times a predator and the guardian of the island, the beast worshiped as a Deity before him was none other than Apep. Though its presence was terrifying, as were its many teeth, the beast simply cast a glance at Cyll before slinking off further into the woods. It wouldn't be wise to follow it, but all the tales the local hunters told said that it never ventured this far inland, with large flying animals often being its preferred prey.

Then however Cyll would realize something; The direction it was heading towards was the ship. And the convicts that were still fighting aboard it.




Site of Remembrance

@Enkryption
bc8dbf

Marshall could feel the pain of the poison that could never kill him, the symptoms pass right through as the irritating blisters formed and then dissolved from his regenerative abilities. Enraged by the death of their hive member, the hornets buzzed furiously around Marshall, attempting to stab at him with their already cut numbers. His experience could tell him that these things were simply drones of some sort; It was likely that they had stumbled upon the woman in their search for food, and attempted to use her as a good supply for the day. The woman looked fearfully up at Marshall, tears welling in her eyes as she saw the wound he had just taken. Burying her face in her arms, she tried to scoot away but winced in pain as her twisted ankle throbbed.

Just as a less distracted hornet was about to swoop around Marshall and deliver a sting to her, it quickly found itself disintegrated by the force of Mucu's hands smashing together, releasing their lock to let the bits of wing and chitin fall to the ground before the mushroom man stood beside Marshall, the young girl on his back. "I don't leave my patients behind! Besides, I have just the thing for this!" the girl said before suddenly sitting up on top of Mucu's head, hurriedly opening up what appeared to be small holes in his head, before pulling out a noxious lime colored bottle. "Bombs away!" she yelled, hurling the cylindrical bottle before it smashed against the ground, about twenty feet before Marshall. The approaching swarm that was over the area suddenly started flying around erratically, smashing into one another as their wings slowed, before they fell to the ground, twitching and helpless.

There was still a swarm of workers and warriors approaching Mucu and Marshall however. With a silent gaze cast right into Marshall's eyes, the mushroom man stood back, to protect the two girls behind him from any that would evade Marshall's blasts. Meanwhile, Amanita provided some medicine and an antidote to the woman who had collapsed, softly stroking her shoulder. "Shh...its okay Ms. Rumaya, Mr. Marshall is strong. And Mucu's strong too!" she exclaimed, letting Marshall know for sure that she was counting on him.
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