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✲ Thalam Online ✲

Death From Afar

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Level : 1
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D a r k i n
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R a n g e r
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^{Combat Info}
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Body: ⁴
Spirit: ⁴
Technique: ⁷
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Aimed Shot
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Basic Bow
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^{Personal Info}
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Efren Valdes age 23, works at a local electronics store in his hometown of Mexico City. He does pretty well for himself for the most part and most of his paychecks are spent on games in his store. He has been keeping up with the news on Thalam and bribed a media friend into getting him into the beta in order to keep ahead of the learning curve. He is a gamer first and foremost and often lets bills collect late fees and would rather marathon video games than eat and sleep most of the time. With the launch of Thalam, Efren plans on creating the first and frontrunning endgame raid guild more than anything.
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Eager
Proactive
Energetic

Snappy
Short-Sighted
Arrogant
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Virtual Reality MMO Interest Check

Could you post a CS?

Virtual Reality MMO Interest Check

I’ll boop some interest at this.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

I shalt post my Magnet Pillar Hopeful sometime this weekend.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

The Maelstrom

Concurrent torrents continued to lash out from the storm of earth and water. At this point the flora in the area would begin to grow at a rapid pace causing the grass to turn to overgrowth and small trees to sprout from beneath. The forests themselves would residual feel these effects, many of the animals began to flee from their homes and far away from the manastorm.

The forward party of the holy swordsman, the beast, and the mecha-loli would be far from this effect though it would be felt to a small degree. And because of this distance it was they who would be able to see a small humanoid figure at the summit of this explosion seemingly floating happily within the rampage of nature.

“Oi! Ye’ mucks know what’s goin’ on o’er there.” A gruff low voice would be barely audible to this group, but its source would soon be apparent. A giant, twenty feet in height stepped lightly towards them, floating boxes following him just at his rear as he made his way towards them. He was tanned, bright red have, garbed in leather robes and tassels.

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Tici

“Evis!” The fauna woman exclaimed with her sword aimed at the big-bearded dwarf. The weapon would glow a bright mint-green before a scythe of wind mana was projected directly at his face, though having little force. It was on the other hand, sharp, and should it make contact with his beard would likely remove more than half of its sum.

Meanwhile, a small fauna child would make her way to the bucket-apparatus feeding it rope to lower the allow container down. The rope was thick and tightly woven, strong enough support her weight.

“Climb up! You’re small enough!” The dog-eared girl shouted down at the scorpion them. She flashed her teeth in a wholesome genuine smile, hopefully her efforts went well.

There was the issue of the Templars nearby however, they ignored the children and their amusement and instead decided to peer down the well as the rope was hoisted down.

“And when you make your way up here, we will have some questions for you.” A blonde middle-aged man spoke down in a stern echo down the well.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

The Glade - Mistakes Hath Been Made

Ah, such a grand chain of events. It had not even been twenty-four hours since our heroes had been summoned and they had already caused lasting effects on their environment! A simple excavation was enacted by our humble lizardman right at below the very dirt he was summoned upon. As scaled fingertips scooped dirt and root away layer after layer, moist soil would soon begin to be apparent, and then the traces of water as a small spout would spurt out in freedom.

Meanwhile, the traveling heroes had begun their journey away from danger. The chiroptoraptor just began to reach the forest end of the Glade, peaking his dark-red and brown razorscale head out of the overgrowth and revealing an utter lack of ocular organs. Instead his spined nose glew a bright blue and illuminated a large area around him, drawing in wafts of his environment. His head then retreated back into the wild growth with much quieter growl. The heroes with stronger aptitude for magic would sense the creature now as it was closer, the twelve-foot tall dinosaur sneakily creeping nearby as he searched for the newborn prey. Those said heroes had been making ground for some time, and as the Bestia made way for a large hilltop to get a better view of the strange new environment they had been summoned to they would find that a distant village would be opposite-bound from their location.

But that was the least of our little lizardman’s worries. A tremor would be felt for several miles surrounding the Glade, those it’s source would be more apparent to our Henry as a chasm would begin to open up right below the standing stones. It was a sinkhole? A great maw was beginning to form and the reptilian man would need to act fast if he wished to survive the coming consequences of his actions. The gem would have to wait, his life was on the line. A bright aquamarine light would fire from the large chasm of swirling water and earth’s epicenter straight to the heavens, humming with power and mystery. There was also the sound of loud rushing of torrents in the mana-filled maelstrom that was formed by the hero’s meddling.

The overwhelming mana filling the air in quite the large radius around the Glade would effect our elf girl the most. The sense of suffocation would fill her lungs and crush down on her windpipe. The tingle of magic would turn into pins and needles surrounding her body, it was a horrifying sense like insect bites inescapable. Our dark and moody witch would follow as a close second, though some eldritch connection would shield her from this feeling a bit and instead fill her with the sense of anxiety. Mana was such a wonderful thing, but it was also far more dangerous than these heroes could currently understand.

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Tici - Strangers Arrive In Our Village

Two screaming idiots could be heard in the quiet little farm village of Tici. One voice came from the Kasthia Wheat Field, the two Bestia women had fled the huma kingdoms to live in peace together away from the tyrannical hyper-religious rule. And now they were just two beautiful women who worked hard, baked bread, and lived their best gay lives. But now there was a rose-cheeked Dwema man making noises on their property, the nerve, and it was Lenelia Kasthia who marched out with a sword in hand towards the hero’s location. She would finally reach him, she towered in comparison with her tan skin, blue textile overalls, bright green eyes, and two tall pointy black-hair dog ears right atop her head.

“Da’ feck ye’ doing on my property ya’ mudfucker!” She extended her swords out to the stout Dwema man, the bladed end a good three feet above his giant head.

As for the scorpion lady at the bottom of the well? Her screaming would attract the youths of the village that gathered in the center of their village to play together. Six concerned expressions glanced down the well, not really concerned with helping the stranger but more so how they got down there in the first place.

“Weird lady, you know there’s a monster in our well right?” A small lizard boy blurted out, his blue scaly hand cupping around his maw to shout down at her.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

@RC3
Go ahead, just let me know when it’s done so co-GM can have an accurate graphic.

@SubjectVision
Trap is accepted, Orca will probably try to eat you.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

@RC3
Highest quality dwarf is wholly accepted, message me in the discord and I’ll help you with your introductory post.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

Cast

Holyboi

Mutt

Goth Witch

Token Lizardman

Just an elf

Mecha Loli

Edgy Clown

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

The Glade : Time is Running Out

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The pieces were set in motion, the games had begun, now it was only a matter of time for gears to turn as the machinations of destruction came into effect. Or something like that? The heroes had all come to their senses, some enjoyed the new world and the opportunities that Twintania had to offer. Some were less optimistic, more confused and bewildered by the situation. Which was completely reasonable, I mean, they just died after all. And now they were adjusting to their new bodies, The Lizardmen and the Bestia would have the hardest times as their anatomy was completely different than that of your standard humanoid races. They’ll figure it out though, they’re heroes after all.

The traces of mana could be sensed by the sharper heroes, while others would just feel a subtle tingle in the ground beneath them. Though one thing was for certain, this area was coursing with the world’s essence. But that brings us to another question, where was all of the wildlife? Some time would pass as the heroes found their bearings, precious time as the minutes passed and the drawing omens began to grow closer. The first sign of this change was a swarm of blue arcanist butterflies that seemed to approach from the forestline to the north. They calmly scattered across the Glade, landing on pollen-rich flora that decorated the lush green ocean. Some even gathered near our very heroes, being attracted to the witch and elf in particular. It seemed as time went on more life was attracted to the location. And it was only a matter of time until.

“Kahhhhhh!” A loud repilian bellow could be heard, though how far it was couldn’t really be distinguished at this moment. Various species of birds followed the sound with numerous squaws and cries of fear. Something was coming..

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Forward Camp Scouting Party

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“How far out until we reach the objective?” A bald huma man in basic grey plated armor asked, his brown sights placed anxiously on a young man with snow white hair accompanied by a hawk companion upon his shoulder.

“Nightfall at the earliest. Though they won’t remain there that long if they wish to survive. You know how dangerous mana-rich areas get during the dark hours.” He replies, this scout’s sight remained forward and calm, before firing his left arm forward with an extended hand to direct the avian. The bird took flight on command, outstretching his wings and soaring on ahead to grant information on his return.

They had just scaled a hillside and the journey had just begun. But it was an honor for any who were faithful to the goddess to step foot on the blessed mana-abundant garden that was The Glade. But should things go awry and this mission end in failure, it’ll be their heads on a pike. As is the rule of the grand clergy which acts as the goddess eyes and ears. The bald mercenary nodded quietly, a grimace painted permanently on his midlife crisis face. The two tugged the reins of their steeds steering them forward in the direction the hawk had headed, circling right above a far off forest that separates them from their destination.