The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Sorry for responding so late. Been stressed about finals, so I legitimately didn't see that Xalt had already posted an update.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

Steppe Archer was surprised that the Druid Girl's pixie only managed to find a single person. She was certain that a place like this was a prime spot for an ambush like that. Steppe Archer would gently pat the farmer's shoulder before the Druid Girl gave her instructions, cheerfully saying: "Well, we could all just go in at once...but then if there are more bandits waiting a-ways off, you could get robbed while we're off on a wild goose chase." While she was glad that the farmer felt like they could handle an ambush (probably), the man's cowardice was really shining through. She supposed that most people just never knew what it meant to feel fire in their stomachs, but...coming from a culture where bravery was expected made this man have maybe -100 points in her mind.

With her bow at the ready, Steppe Archer would salute with her free hand to the Druid Girl, saying: "I'll keep my distance, and keep an eye on the wagon. ...Be careful in there. If its a big enemy, come back here and we can fight them in the open." With her peace said, Steppe Archer would give the old horse a tender stroke on the side of its head. It was one that was practiced and slow, setting the old beast of burden at ease. "Don't either of you worry, we'll get this settled and get you on the way."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Now the real question is. Is Vani horny for dudes, dudettes, or both? XD

@Kazemitsu

Everybody knows that only bards can be bi or gay in fantasy settings dumbo!

But nah, Vani's heterosexual. He DID become a Paladin of Lolan just to keep his options open in case he found a nice girl to settle down with. Priorities, and all that.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Here I am, making Vani the most canonically horny person in the rp, and yet here y'all be, hornier than me making comments about boob grabs and sex trafficking...

For shame. FOR SHAME!

Overlord: Momento Mori

Just as a heads up, next week I'll be having finals, so my efforts will be pretty much focused on that for the time being. Don't expect an update next week, and don't feel pressured to be in any rush to get something out for this week's update. Y'all got time.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

<Snipped quote by The Irish Tree>

THE MAN WHO UNDERSTANDS.

i literally have been so fucking productive this week because i cleared e8s (for the first time, after 6 weeks) on monday and then one shot it on tuesday.

@OwO

I'm not good enough for savage. Not yet. But congrats. God damn I love this game.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Rocks fell, everyone lived

Vani, lacking in the usual amount of honor that a Paladin had, nearly ran the old man through when he sunk his blades into the floor. That is, until the loud clap and rumbling started. Nearly losing his footing, Vani was left confused until the first chunk of the ceiling fell, staring in disbelief as he heard...muttering!? The old fool was still breathing, and COMPLAINING down there?

"ROT IN WHATEVER HELLS SETTLE FOR YOU, OLD MAN!" Vani shouted, just as the rest of the building shook. ...Maybe, just maybe, calling him a toad wasn't the best of his ideas given the grave offense it apparently offered to the old psychopath. The entrance was falling apart, and, with the back door open, Vani's eyes would light up as he saw his way out, taking a gleeful step forward before hearing the slight, audible groan of the archer woman who had fallen under the control the necromancer's control. Vani's eyes went wide as he saw that she had become buried in rubble, and, with the lizard and high-elf having just left, the question of her fate was left in his hands. His mind raced at a million miles a second before he resolved himself. It was simple, really.

Paladins saved people.

Vani was a paladin.

Maybe the worst paladin anyone could think of, but he was still a paladin in his head.

Hurriedly bashing away the rubble atop the archer with his shielded arm, Vani would hurriedly dig her out while bits of stone debris rained down overhead, slamming into the back of his head as he grit his teeth.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit...come on, come on, hold out a little bit longer. Lolan, and whatever gods are watching, give me just a minute more...

Finally hefting the woman over his shoulder, Vani would be caked in dust as he narrowly avoided getting crushed thrice, and twice almost losing his balance as rubble slammed into the ground behind him. Huffing and puffing from exertion and fear, Vani would see a cluster of debris falling near the backdoor just as he exited, grinding his teeth together in frustration before he leapt for it, holding the elven archer in his arms as he flew face-first out of the door, shouting: "I'M NOT DYING TO ANY BUILDING OR MAN TODA-" before he skidded along the dirt, face taking the brunt of it as his mouth got hit with the distinct earthy taste of really, really freshly kicked up dirt. Lifting his head slowly, Vani would be quivering, eyes watering from all the dust. And fear.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA I'M ALIIIIIIIIIVE~! the paladin shouted, face covered in scrapes from his skidding, and his armor absolutely scuffed from the slide. The cloth bits of his armor were caked in dirt, his whole "shining armor" aesthetic gone with his near-death-experience. Holding the archer across his outstretched arms, Vani would slowly slip his arms out from under her to stand, dusting himself off. "...So..." he said, looking to the high elven magi, smiling a bit. "Thank you, for coming in when you did. Wasn't expecting such a beautiful savior today. Then again, I wasn't expecting to watch a Lizardman's back, either."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@The Irish Tree ...Yo paladin, where are you at?

No rush I mean, just curious is all tbh. :P

@Crusader Lord

FF14 has basically consumed my life between college work and quarantine boredom. Getting a post up before the update, sorry for any kind of delay if you wanted me to post sooner.

Overlord: Momento Mori

I have posted! Rodias is depressed, Morgan has friends, and Ratta was nekked for 3.5 seconds. Please don't ban me RPGuildmods.

Overlord: Momento Mori

Unworthy

Whatever reaction Rodias would have expected, he clearly wasn’t ready for the one given by those around him. Graft’s words confused him, Salem’s angered him, and Kaldorna’s, while meaning well, absolutely crushed his confidence.

…Now he realized his inadequacies. Now he realized, once more, that he was completely unfit to lead. Droledge’s visage being replicated in Socrates reminded him of his charisma, of his strength of character, of his boisterous personality that made people want to be around him and listen to him not because of title, but from sheer attraction to him as a person.

Rodias...wasn’t that.

He never had been.

He’d just been the only one who couldn’t let go.

The most stubborn and foolish of all the Sable Lords who, upon his throne, had allowed his foolish pointless orders to kill one NPC, get another lost out there somewhere, and have his entire leadership style in question. But really, calling it leadership was a stretch of the imagination to begin with. Right now, it was clear to anyone watching that Rodias’s refound bravado disintegrated once more; his eyes meeting the closed lids of Ratta’s severed head.

...When did he bring this here?

This grim reminder of his failure that had clung so tightly to his hand? Rodias wasn’t sure, but he would gingerly place Ratta’s head upon the table. Salem’s words made him question everything he’d known about his friends.

They weren’t like that… right?

Rodias would place his face into a gloved left hand, before saying: ”...You’re right, Salem. Ratta’s resurrection comes first. As for the matter of a council… I’ll consider it. … I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time. You’re all dismissed. Salem, see to the retrieval of Isolde. She is listed as alive in the registry, so she may simply have been petrified by Morgan. That is all.”

With Ratta’s remains in hand the dhampir’s steps would carry him to the cathedral, the most fitting place for the resurrection of someone in a classic RPG fashion. That and, frankly, Rodias needed a break from this all. He’d never been a religious man; After all, who was in a world like the one he’d come from, where lives were determined by profit margins and the elite might as well be gods with how untouchable they were from repercussions, responsibility, and consequence of the ruined world they’d created. But just this once, the most unlikely of people knelt and prayed as Ratta was resurrected. A silent prayer offered in solace as Rodias struggled with his overwhelming guilt and inadequacy.

A prayer that something good could finally happen.
Ratta’s resurrection would be swift, taking no more than a bit of time on Rodias’s part and a healthy amount of gold from their coffers to reconstitute her material form. She would be nude initially, but her equipment was part of her existence and would reform with her, every part of her corpse disintegrating as the dullahan was reborn upon the altar. But when she would open her eyes in search of the only person who could have revived her, she would find nothing.

Rodias was gone from sight.

Friends ‘Till The End

For one such as Morgan, the cold of the north was irksome and troubling. At least until she entered the crystalline palace that Ardion called home. Stamping her feet as she walked with haste, she would walk past the surprisingly warm halls carved of ice, shimmering slightly with the grace of the candelabra hanging overhead. Before she could set foot into the equivalent of the Climax Hour however, she would suddenly find herself being hugged from behind, a small body pressed against her back that made the girl’s hairs stand on end. Well, slither on end as they turned into snakes from the shock.

”Morgie~! How’d it go? Did you find anything exciting out there?” A light, chirpy voice would ask, almost childish in its tone as slender arms kept a surprisingly good grip on Morgan, despite her snake-like tail pushing their face and torso away.

”HUH!? L-Lemme Go! I don’t wanna play around right now, Celeste! Where are you putting your hands anyways?” Morgan would shout, furiously spinning around before knocking the girl away from her, the chipper youth not seeming to mind much as she gracefully landed on one foot, smirking at Morgan. ”Just wherever I want, as usual. You’re the one always talking about urges that Ardion supports, right?”

Morgan would furiously turn about, opening the door. ”Shut up. You already know that I can beat you. Creepy ass old man…” she would mutter, before slowly peeking in the door that led to Ardion’s throne room, looking sullen to see it empty. ”...He’s not back yet?” she asked, sounding very disappointed.

”I am afraid not. He has been gone for quite some time,” a voice from the ceiling would say, as the loud skittering of legs would signal to Morgan the presence of another one of her comrades overhead. Craning her neck up to meet his eyes through his helmet, the arachnid knight would bow his head as best he could while up-side-down before leaping to the ground, metal clattering against his armored hairy body. ”Are you well, Morgan? You look like you’ve been in a fight. Have you encountered someone strong enough to pose a threat?” the arachnoid would question, to which Morgan would hurriedly wave her hand dismissively. ”No way. Just some dumb guild NPCs got the drop on me. Thanks for your concern though, Araneus. ...Oh yeah, you aren’t going to believe this! I found-”
”A real player?” a voice would ask from behind Ardion’s throne, a soft-faced young man emerging from behind it, a pair of fox-like ears twitching from atop his head as he smiled at Morgan. ”Welcome home, Morgan. How was your walk? Am I right? Did you find someone like us?””

Morgan would childishly puff her cheeks out at being interrupted. ”Uh, yeah, yeah I did Kohaku. He’s a rogue, like me, and he’s somewhere around the 70 range.”

”Sounds weak,” Celeste would say, idly sitting in the air atop a leather-bound book, floating over and ruffling Morgan’s hair. ”Was he handsome? Did he break your wittle heart?”

Morgan would swat Celeste’s hands out of the air, hissing. ”Stop! My hair is worth more than your life, old man!” she would shout, before Celeste floated up-side down, placing a finger on her lips. ”Just shut up and tell us about him, before I start REALLY harassing you for being so cute.

Morgan sighed, before turning to her companions and beginning to explain, in full, her account of the battle at Gothika...