The Irish Tree

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

At the offer to be taught swordplay, the nomadic girl had to wonder if she should be insulted, or glad since her lizard companion seemed like a good person to learn swordfighting from. Either way, it...seemed a bit smarter for someone his size to have a weapon of this size, but she assumed that was why he used a club instead of a sword. Or maybe that was a temporary weapon. Honestly, she figured the bigger the man, the bigger the weapon, but that didn't make sense after a certain point. Regardless, she was content to learn how to use a fine sword like this, so long as she didn't get too rusty with her people's style of swordfighting.

With the farmer's approval gained, Steppe Archer would keep quiet, trying to silence her stomach. She had considered the Lizard Fighter's offer of food, but...she'd feel bad. After all, the goblin's victim must be starving. If she came around to being able to eat, then she'd want her to have the meat instead. She would quietly lay down in a pile of hay, nose sharp enough to sniff out where the dung was and curl up with her equipment and gear at her side. "...We should get moving at dawn. Or whenever we hear the roosters...good night everyone..." the nomad girl said before falling asleep at a ludicrously fast rate.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

"There's never a bad reason to go on adventures! I guess maybe if you were like, running out on a kid or something then maybe...but, yeah, no, I totally get wanting to leave home for adventure. I love my pawpaw, but I wanted to practice my trade on the road. More sights to see, and more things to stick in bottles," The werewolf girl said as she continued cleaning, thankful that eventually Brandy helped out. It was a good enough job that it wouldn't distract people at least.

When Brandy asked her how she'd get started on adventuring, Alice would head over to the board and say: "Usually yeah, its as simple as that...but with the receptionists out, all we can do right now is look them over and see what jobs are good to take. ...You seemed to be having trouble reading Common, so I'll read some of them off to you! Let's see..."Clean my Chimney", "Mail Delivery to Nutbrook", "Get Flour from Silverstone Mill", "Walk my Dog", and "Kill Snifflepatch, Errant Rabbit of Wonton Destruction". These are the only jobs new join-ees like us are allowed to take until we get further up," Alice said, tail wagging as she looked over the jobs. "We won't get much pay, but you can take on more than one in a day if you get them done fast enough. The rabbit one is probably the hardest."

Fate/Iliou Persis

Caster of Red - Skuld

"Did you sleep well, my Master?"

Within the air above Jacob Arling, a slight change in pressure could be observed as something moved, flickering particles of light blue converging on a singular point before, as if the air itself was being painted over, the pallid woman that was his Servant emerged. Her feet were firmly pressed against the ceiling, transfixed as if her heels were bolted there like a chandelier before she released her hold on the material. Her descent was gradual, until she stood beside Jacob's desk, off to the left of his seat. Her eyeless gaze would fall upon him as she considered for a moment whether taking the chocolate was a good idea or not.

"I do not know much about the sweets of this time...but I would not turn down an offer from you. If anything is to be discussed first, then let it be this..." Skuld said, before the strange eyes she possessed opened and stared at Jacob.

"To win this war on your behalf, many will die. That is an unavoidable requirement of my Noble Phantasm. There cannot be victory without sacrifice, my master. Blood will fill the grail you seek, but you have time yet to reconsider," the elven caster said, before slowly fixing her gaze on the bar of chocolate, the pointed ears sticking from the sides of her head flicking to and fro in a wiggling motion.

"...What flavor is it?"

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

"I'm Alice," the werewolf said, following quickly after Brandy. "The watering hole is just this way, down the street...aaaand we're here!" the werewolf would say as she guided Brandy down the very short path to the well, lowering the bucket on a rope, and gathering just enough water for some good 'ol fashioned elbow-grease work. "Also, I'm glad you think the potion was tasty. I tried all kinds of flavors, like bone marrow, cucumber, and even cheese, but for some reason the only one that really works is the Berry Tea taste my mom used to make. The tea, I mean. Not the potion," Alice over-explained.

"Soooo...why do you want to be an adventurer Brandy? Got a motivating backstory? I've been told a lot of adventurers have 'sob stories' just like mine according to Ms. Bavaloure, so I just kinda figure that most have some sort of novel-worthy motivation. Like, maybe a boyfriend got stolen, maybe a dragon ate your dog...stuff like that," Alice said, tail swishing as she talked and walked, heading back to the guild hall with bucket in hand, and eager to clean. So eager in fact that Brandy would notice the wolf girl was doing a majority of the work without even being asked to just on account of how fast she was moving.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

The scent of a burning body was something that the nomad girl never wanted to smell again, after a point having stuffed a small clot of grass into each of her nostrils to drown out the stench. The Lizard Fighter was as resourceful as ever, grinding down the rusted weapons to salvage any usable metal to be sold to a blacksmith, and the druid was doing her best to get the girl back into shape with some water that was rejected. Seeing the red-headed girl so helpless and just...apathetic reminded her of one of her baby siblings when he was young. At the mention of a dagger, Steppe Archer patted the skinning knife on her hip which, while not a real dagger, did well in a pinch.

The night air was crisp and the moon shone brightly over them as the fires finished burning, the nomad girl moving to put out the embers with clumps of dirt which were soon wetted by little bits of water from her canteen. It was a shame that they couldn't just camp out in the field...she was certain that the farmer was going to be irate and ornery at being woken up at an hour like this. Seeing as how Big Red was now occupied carrying their damsel, Steppe Archer's hands would be best fit to carry the longsword. Looking it over and turning it slowly in her hands, the girl wondered if she should keep it or sell it...but that decision was for another time. For now, she simply had to carry it along the road with the party along with whatever weapons could fit in her sparsely packed satchel. Without her potion and antidote, her load was consisting of a single change of clothes that were on the druid's person. ...The rumbling of her stomach was telling her that was a stupid, stupid idea to begin with, as now she was left to walk hungry in the cold night air.

Sighing slightly, the girl would make ready to leave, all the while keeping an eye out for movement in the woods. She knew that wolves walked to the north, but she was especially careful of seeing any potential goblin tracks. If an away party was sent out from the cave some time ago for some reason, they may have to deal with them while the abused girl weighed their strongest fighter down. Luckily, she had eyes like a hawk, and with the moon shining so brightly even the goblins couldn't hide from her if they reared their ugly heads. With sword in hand, and a hand kept securely on her knife, the girl would say: "We should make for the farmhouse quickly. These goblin arrows will work for now, but I can't even hunt us any game if it means getting rust in the animal's blood..." she said, her mild complaint echoed by the slight gurgle of her stomach. They had no time to snack!

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

"That was a restoration potion! I only let you have a little, but it was plenty to help up that cut," the werewolf girl said in response to the satyr's enthusiasm to being healed. She'd simply nod at the receptionist not needing anything to clean up the goat blood everywhere on her suit. She had no place in the conversation as the hall's leader emerged, the werewolf giving the most military-proper salute and posture ever, holding it for as long as necessary.

Up until she was addressed, Alice was holding her breathe, used to the strict hierarchy of the Alchemist's guild. At the suggestion of the billboard, she jumped over. Literally. She jumped like, ten feet vertically and hurriedly looked over the requests. Before she could even find one though the hall leader's eyes felt like they were boring into the back of her skull, causing her to turn around and shakily look her in the eyes. "MA'AM YES MA'AM PLEASE DON'T KILL ME MA'AM!" she said before rushing past the leader so fast that it might have made her hat spin as she got to work cleaning up, all the while making the saddest puppy noises like, ever. Spooky dead eyes scared her. Eyes weren't supposed to be like that! Not even fish-eyes!

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Off in a little corner of the G.O.R.E. building sat a rather inconspicuous individual reading by herself, a bushy tail wagging slowly behind her, to and fro. She seemed at peace despite the numerous leaves seemingly stuck fast in the fur of her tail, unnoticed tag-alongs from her time spent in the woods finding a lost cat and nearly getting her eyes gouged out by it. Any scratches were now healed, and the girl's hands were occupied with reading over a set of thin sheets of paper before the door KER-SLAMMED open. Her canine ears reflexively fell flat against her head at the sudden loud noise, eyes wide as she stared at who it could be, only to see a goat-lady walk in, wearing the kinds of clothes that her dad said "Set the wrong kind of example for fellas". Wow! She was setting all kinds of wrong examples!

It wasn't in her nature to eavesdrop, but having ears about x100 better than a human's kind of meant that you just...eavesdropped everywhere. It seemed the girl was to be a fresh G.O.R.E. Girl, intent on defending the peace and probably saving a bunch of cats, just like her! Wow, that's great!

Then, she started bleeding everywhere! Wow, that's NOT great!

Rising from her seat the werewolf would adjust her skirt and pat it back into place before approaching the girl who was bleeding everywhere, making a mess for the receptionists and generally causing a ton of panic. With a flick of her wrist and a swift uncorking, the girl suddenly had a glass vial to the satyr's lips and poured in a about half of the vial's liquid that faintly tasted of a mix of tea leaves and sweet berries, before the girl's wound miraculously closed...and it probably made her breathe smell really, really nice.

Smiling warmly, the wolf girl's ears bounced up and down in tandem with her tail, turning her entire body to the receptionists. "I can make you a detergent that washes blood out of clothes, if you need it! I don't have anything to get blood out of paper...buuuut, I could help you remake the papers!" the girl said, seeming eager to make herself useful, all the while her bushy tail was brushing against the satyr's stomach, indirectly tickling her.

Guild of Renta-Experts [[CANCELLED]]

Alice, the Werewolf

Name: Alice Keller
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Species: Lycanthrope (Werewolf)

Appearance

Height:5'8"
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Yellow

Personality: Much like many werewolves, Alice is a very hyperactive and energetic individual that is borderline obsessed with her craft of alchemy. She is the type to excitedly show off a new potion she's made, or explain sciences that nobody really understands without realizing she sounds crazy. She's more than a bit eccentric, often asking for people to test her potions and brews, but she always mean well. When she's faced with losing something she likes being taken away from her though, Alice becomes very irritable and grouchy, not wanting to give up anything she owns. As such, her travelling pack is filled to the brim with junk that only she knows the purpose of. She isn't the type to hold grudges, and will often try and help those who have wronged her, doing what her father said as "Being the bigger dog giving a bone."

Likes: Alcohol, sunny days, the smell of cooked meat, partying, camping, and gnawing on monster bones.
Dislikes: Loud noises, slimes, full moons, mice.
Hobbies: Brewing, alchemy, making friends, digging.

Background: It isn't often that a member of a lower-class household receives the chance to enter into the Alchemist's guild. Born the daughter of a family of mines in her home-village in Gromril's territory, Alice was destined to do as her family had done for generations: toil in the mines and probably die from a cave-in like good 'ol grandpapa Morgan, if not for the girl's curious fascination with plants and herbs that would have her attempting to pursue a career in being first a pharmacist, then an alchemist. The reason? Her sickly mother was often bed-ridden, meaning her dad needed to work twice as hard to support them in their little home. They often couldn't afford much medicine, so Alice, naive as she was, started poking around the snowy wilderness to find herbs to boil for tea. It tasted awful and didn't really help much, but her mother's smile was what drove her to want to help people as a job.

Admittance to the Alchemist's guild is barred by a strict entrance examination and a large cover fee, most of which Alice saved up for entirely on her own by working three different jobs, 7 days a week while studying from a dusty old tome: "Alchemical Studies for the Novice". It was an arduous process just to get in, but her family was happy that she found a path in life that didn't involve digging up rocks for the rest of her life. On especially hard nights, her father would drink and try and raise his daughter's spirits, joking that once she learned how to brew potions, she should learn to brew beer and open up a family brewery.

Before the girl could fully graduate from her guild apprenticeship, her mother passed away from her perpetual sickness. Wanting nothing more than the impossible, Alice would graduate and seek to innovate in alchemical medicine, wanting to make sure that the sickness that struck her mother down would never hurt anyone again. She left a large portion of her grant money at home and joined G.O.R.E. as soon as she graduated, departing from her home with a promise to her father; She'd invent the best medicine, and make him the best beer he'd ever had when she made it big. When asked why she wanted to join, Alice simply stated: "A place that exists to help people is where I want to be. I can't help everyone if I'm stuck in one place!" She has only been with G.O.R.E. for about a week now, and her most dangerous work consisted of rescuing a cat from a tree.

...Now, she just has to survive being an alchemist with almost no combat experience, and test out her brews and medicines until they're perfect. Easier said than done, but since when were dreams ever easy?

Dream/Goal: Creation of a catch-all panacea for any disease, to re-create the divine drink of the gods, Ambrosia, and to potentially find a dinosaur skeleton to eat. ...Girl's gotta have goals.

~ Parameters & Stuff ~

Racial Abilities:

• Darkvision: Can see just as well in the dark as in brightly lit places.
• Bloody Moon: In times of a full moon, a lycanthrope's full might is revealed at the cost of their sanity and intelligence for the night that follows. Raises physical stats greatly while decreasing mental stats to nearly 0.
• Unholy Blood: Her lycanthropic heritage means that silver is poisonous against her, with the trade-off being that she can continually heal herself over time against most non-silver-inflicted injuries.

Statistics:

• STR: 37 (95)
• DEX: 45 (90)
• VIT: 57 (100)
• MND: 91 (20)
• INT: 83 (5)
• LCK: 76 (???)

Spells & Specials:

• Alchemix: With a bonafide degree from the Alchemist's guild, Alice is legally (and sometimes very illegally) capable of alchemizing substances. This can range from healing potions, bombs, poisons, and even stuff that she's not legally allowed to tell people. All she needs are ingredients and time, and Alice can make just about any kind of potion.
• Lycanthropic Fighting: While she doesn't like the prospect of fighting unarmed, Alice's claws are exceptionally sharp, making her a dangerous melee combatant...or at least she would be if her form of fighting wasn't flailing her arms to try and claw people. She's better off using her potions to fight.
• Sniffer Sleuth: Regardless of how human she appears, Alice is a werewolf. As such she inherits the sense of smell of a wolf, allowing her to track down virtually anyone or anything within a few miles of a scent, so long as they don't mask it intentionally. This makes finding ingredients very easy.
• Legendary Awoo: Doggos are loud. Alice is capable of letting out a high-pitched howl that, though non-magical, is loud enough to cause creatures with sensitive hearing to flinch.

Equipment:

• Alchemist's Gauntlets: A set of gauntlets designed to handle hot and hazardous materials, looking much like a set of oven mitts. But alchemy-y.
• Knick-Knack-Sack: A backpack mounted constantly on Alice's back that is roughly the size of half of her body. And then some. Its as wide as she is tall, and is stuffed full of knick knacks and ingredients that she insists are vital to her alchemy. Someday, she wants to get a bag of holding instead.
• Clothen Bedroll: A simple linen bedroll that's easy to roll up, and even easier to fall asleep on.
• Papa's Brush: A thick-bristled brush that has seen much use over the years. Alice's father used to brush her hair and tail with it, and she's never once used a different brush. ...Kinda telling, given how much of a mess her hair can be.
• Glass Bottles x20: Glass bottles of various sizes, all perfect for fitting a potion for one person.
• Mug x2: Wooden tankards that look just downright lonely without some ale poured in them.
• "Research Grant" pouch: A sack that SHOULD be filled with grant money to fund alchemical research, but is currently flat and empty.
• Ultra-Deluxe Bone: A nearly unbreakable bone that Alice carries in her sack. Great for gnawin', or bashin'. Touch at your own peril.
• Sling: A simple leather sling. Useful for making potions and bombs become mobile.
• Empty Sack: A big burlap sack. Perfect for holding things.
• Canned Rations: Simple canned beef and carrots. Good for a hearty meal. Can-opener included on her fingers.
• Mother's Pendant: A momento of Alice's mother, who passed away before seeing her daughter graduate. Alice's most prized possession. Alice has enchanted the metal to stay clean, meaning it can never rust.
• Mortar and Pestle: Partners in crime! Good for smashing up ingredients into fine powder or liquid.
• Brewery Pipe: An intricate alchemical device that is the method by which Alice makes many of her alchemical items.
• Encyclopedia Botanica/Animalia/Allthingsia: A big book that is made by Alice, bound in simple leather. It is a working list of every ingredient she has come across.
• Flashpowder Bombs x2: Simple bombs that explode when they shatter on the ground. Does a light amount of damage, but makes a huge noise.
• Potions of Restoration x4: Effectively, healing potions but if they had the added benefit of curing non-magical diseases.
• Swiftthorn Poison: A dangerous poison that, when it enters the user's body, gives them an acute heightening of their pain receptors, making it feel like even walking is painful. Made from the Swiftthorn Vine, known for its territorial nature.
• Thundercracker: A bomb that Alice says is only for "emergencies". She has said it may have enough power to break a boulder into pebbles, but only carries one for safety purposes.
• Holy Water x3: Vials of water blessed with various holy-aligned herbs. Despite being holy, its basically water with a specific oil from the leaves mixed in. Effective at repelling the undead.

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Lovely weather in here.

Goblin Slayer: Newblood (CANCELLED)

There was no need to even ask the nomadic girl if she wished to help with the pyre or not; all people deserved a burial, regardless of who they were. Even a cremation counted in her eyes. Her task off providing the herbs to soothe the girl's injuries was over, so now she could help their lizard friend build up their stock of wood to burn. Human bodies would burn, but to actually turn most of the bones to ash would take a lot of heat.

She would gather wood as well as, focusing on gathering the dryer woods to get the temperature up quickly. ...Unfortunately, no matter what they did, this was going to reek like death. A burning corpse wasn't a pleasant smell. With her wood gathered, Steppe Archer would turn to the corpses laying on the ground and knit her hands together in prayer. "Spirits of ancestry, witnesses of your children's deeds, let these brave souls pass peacefully into your embrace..." she said, giving the best prayer her culture could manage; one reserved for warriors that died in battle defending their families. It may not have been the most accurate, but without a proper priestess, a prayer for fallen warriors was the best the Steppe Archer could do.