The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Well...this conversation is going well..." Steppe Archer thought as they rode along the road. She wasn't there for conversation but...still, stuff was getting more and more awkward. She hoped their client didn't think they were being snobbish, but his crudeness made it hard to take otherwise. Druid girl agreed with it in a logical way, but...the idea that her new profession was so depressing was, well, depressing. Steppe Archer would simply nod her head slowly to indicate she understood, remaining silent while she simply watched the road. Her keen eyes would likely be the first, if not only to spot the trampled ground. Reaching out her hand slowly, Steppe Archer would lay it on the farmer's shoulder before whispering: "Stop the wagon. That grass is suspicious."

Her statement would be punctuated by the nomad pointing her finger ever so subtly at the patches of grass, hoping that the farmer had the good enough sense to stop for just a moment while the archer readied her bow, knowing the clearest signs of an ambush from her father teaching her how to hunt game as a child. Grass made for a natural cover, especially if one were to paint themselves the color of the land. The footprints looked fresh too, only a day old at best. It seemed they were about to meet these ignoble bandits face to face in a moment. Gently nudging the druid girl beside her, Steppe Archer wanted everyone ready in the event of an ambush up ahead. Breathing quietly enough to not be heard, the archer would whisper quietly to her druidic companion, asking: "Can any of your spells flush things out of hiding?"

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Healers Adjust

Well...healing certainly wasn't what Vani was expecting. It was as if his entire body was rejecting pain, muscles springing back into place in his shoulder that caused the arrowhead to burst out, the elf's teeth gritting as that flash of pain was replaced by relief. His hand would grip down harder on his sword, a smirk crossing his lips as he felt 100% fine once again. A little sore, but that's to be expected. Still, energy coursed through him, and even if he couldn't use any more smites for the time being, his sword arm was plenty sharp.

"Okay...back to business. Thanks lady," Vani would say before charging into action, sword hacking apart the zombies with relative ease as he tried to relieve the pressure on the high elven mage. Mere flesh was no match for steel, and eventually Vani was inevitably going to land a blow that could smash their skulls, lacking the knowledge to take them down properly. Once the zombies would be dealt with to a sufficient degree, Vani would approach Kaze and the old priest, cracking his neck once to the side.

"Don't go calling my partner a frog! He's the damn biggest lizard I've ever seen, and the only toad here I see is YOU, you old windbag!

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@Xaltwind

I will be posting today after my D&D session which'll last from now until three hours from now. Sorry about the wait.

Overlord: Momento Mori

My apologies for being silent the past few days and not updating. Dunno what it is, but some mix of the quarantine and midterms completely sapped my motivation for writing for a bit. I'll try and get an update post out within the next few days, and I'm sorry for making you guys wait for...what amounts to nothing at all major. It isn't fair to you guys.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

An Attempt to Bottle Lightning

As the paladin was knocked back a fair amount, he couldn't help but wonder what monstrous strength this archer had. He was by no means small, and as such being sent nearly flying off his feet was more than shocking. It was scary. His prized shield had a massive dent in it now, the likes of which his father would grumble about needing three days to fix. And before he could even move, his shield was hit hard again, the arrow managing to cause a massive chip into the side of it, narrowly skirting the edge of the metal. With his back now even further pushed, Vani wasn't able to see the undead approach from behind and drape an arm over his right shoulder. Freezing at the rancid touch placed upon him, Vani shuddered as the breathe of the undead drew closer, before the paladin would use his free hand for its most god-given purpose...

Slamming it straight into the jaw of the undead before it could bite his neck. Another arrow slammed into him, nearly forcing the Paladin onto his back if not for the "support" of his undead "friend". "Here's an idea: YOU! Make yourself useful!" he would shout, quickly slamming his shield into the bloodied face of his hanger-on to stun it, before wheeling it to his front and grapping his free hand around its neck. Now, he had a second shield. A very heavy, squishy, smelly, and moan-y shield, but any amount of flesh was usually enough to stop an arrow. Hearing the thunk of another arrow was Vani's signal to charge, screaming his lungs out as if it would make him fly faster towards the archer. In a church of this size, she couldn't out-run him forever by backpedaling. Once he was close enough, Vani's shield would come alive with lightning, the holy symbol of Lolan sparking blue as the paladin lunged. The archer already had her arrow nocked, but Vani didn't care.

"DON'T YOU DARE DIE FROM THIS! THUNDERING SMITE!" Vani would say as he slammed the shield against the archer's head, sending her flying just a moment too late as the arrow flew, its full force unleashed and sending him flying back as well. Hurtled with the full force of the arrow finding purchase in his right shoulder, Vani would be flung back into the crowd of the undead, slamming into them and knocking over his sword that he had laid aside. Fumbling, he crawled towards the sword, huffing and panting as he coped with the pain in his shoulder, trying his best to ignore it while defensively waving his sword as he slowly crawled backwards. "WANT SOME MORE!? PLENTY WHERE THAT CAME FROM! LOLAN'S MERCY IS BOTTOMLESS!" Which, sadly for Vani, wasn't true at all. His ring had scant regenerated enough MP for that smite to not outright knock him into unconsciousness, his vision already blurry. Even if he wanted to smite again, moving his right arm was agonizing with the arrow in it. He hoped that he had at least managed to stop the archer without killing her, even if it meant that this might be where he died.

"...It wasn't so bad of a run. I guess. ...Lolan, if you can hear my prayers...smite that bastard. Or give that lizard the strength to do it. ...Some partner I was. Its just like always. ...Just like always," Vani said, his inner thoughts struggling to remain any degree of positive in the face of pain and injury, the paladin's green-ness shining through, even in what might be his final moments. But, he did have one thing he could do that cost him little to no effort to do. Shakily standing, he would point his one good hand at the crowd of undead, before shakily saying: "Come choke on me, you bastards. I'm more meat than the lady," trying to use his taunt once more, to at least distract them from the maiden with angels at her command.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Kaldorna to Chuunitrixx: "No, we don't need that level of control and order hanging over us, we can manage fine as we are"

Kaldorna approximately 0.15 seconds after Graft is a supervillain for a minute:

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

"Rogue adventurers...?" the Steppe Archer would ask, her gaze turning thoughtfully to the roof of the wagon. ...She couldn't imagine what kind of circumstances might make someone turn to banditry. Poverty for certain, but to make one's entire living off of ruining the life of another? It felt...craven to even think about. And yet, she knew that some of her own people had likely left their home only to have to turn to that to survive. Steppe Archer was just glad that she, at least so far, had had the good fortune to succeed in her ventures, no matter how...stinky they wound up being.

Then the talk of goblins...the craven species that tales were told of to scare children at night. From what she'd heard from her clansmen however, no matter what quarry, even something one dismisses as harmless can find itself to possess sharp fangs when its life is on the line. She wasn't quite sure if they would be as surprisingly deadly as giant rats or roaches, but she had to assume anything with thumbs and a brain could be more fierce in a fight than any normal beast.

"I'd rather not see it," Steppe Archer would say with a light chuckle to the Lizard Fighter's suggestion of him showing off his twig and berries. "Anyways, you can count on us, Sir. Any would-be bandits will be in for a big surprise if they even try," she would say, stringing her bow and sitting with it at her side, more than ready to protect the cargo if need be.

Overlord: Momento Mori

I never really understood what level the "overseers" that Enderall made were, like Socrates or the base-leaders of the four different camps. Are they level 60's like Chuunitrixx too, since they're greater dopplers?

@Xaltwind

The levels for the Overseers are at the bottom of their section in Enk's CS, and they're all level 40.

Overlord: Momento Mori

@The Irish Tree

I might’ve not noticed, but is there anything for Real Mamoru to react to on her end? Since her clone died she totally would’ve known what happened at the Chateau (up until her clone’s death of course), which drastically will alter what Mamoru will be doing atm.

@Lucius Cypher

I...admittedly forgot to really put anything since by and large the espionage plot fell on the wayside. At the time however, she'd just be being trained by the head maid at the Duke's manor. Sorry.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Will wait for Rockin to post for Gromgard before I post with Ashara again. Will wait for Guessy to post with Kath before I post for Charme again.

@Xaltwind

Rockin hasn't stated in the OOC that his computer issues are fixed yet, so for now go on without him.