vietmyke

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

Bear's out of the bag! Though I think Elian knows Rath can wildshape, this particular shape is probably new to her

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

Rathello

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"Actually, if you're crafting skill is good, I wouldn't mind giving you my share of the loot for a better sword." Rath remarked as Goibnu offered to work on something for him. Just as well, Rath never had the patience to figure out any of the crafting systems- having a friend like Goibnu who did have the patience to learn all of that might prove fruitful. He'd even be willing to pay for the labor, though that'd probably be a discussion for later, after they cleared the place.

Rath hadn't expected to find a secret door in a dungeon like this, but he was pleasantly surprised. As usual, he led the proverbial charge- or walk, down the stairs as they entered what seemed to be a sort of boss room. A secret boss perhaps? Rath hadn't encountered this monster before, but with the party they had assembled, Rath didn't feel particularly worried. The scent was certainly off putting, but Rath was quick to open up his menu and disable the smell feature from ToE, a small text appearing at the bottom corner of his vision to inform him of the smell of the room instead of physically having to deal with it himself.

"Guess I oughta take this one a bit more seriously, huh?" Rath chuckled as he strode to the front of the group, a red aura expanding from him as he once again activated his Intimidating Presence. "Claudia! Elian's watching our backs, so you call the shots for this fight- keep an eye on things and call things out if we need to change focus."

There was a crackle and boom as a bolt of lightning fell from the ceiling and crashed onto Rath. A faint flash of light followed and as the dust cleared out, Rath's humanoid shape was replaced by that of a massive bear. Lightning crackled across claws the size of daggers and a rolling thundercloud rumbled around his neck. As the column of light collided with the undead boss, the bear charged forward, electrified paws rearing back as he lunged at the creature to rip and tear it apart.

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Awesome! I was thinking of having Accadia for my character as well, and I had the same idea as you! I'm thinking the southern parts could be like you said - Hawaii, or maybe something like French Polynesia, Bahamas. And then, maybe the norther parts are a bit cooler in temperature, but still warm. And yes, a big source of income for the country would be tourism, party islands stuff.

@Mirandae

Love that! Yeah islander vibes are definitely what I was hoping for, and Southern Accadia being some mix of Polynesian/Bahaman/Hawaiian sounds awesome!

Also. As I'm writing his story, he is now also an Accadian Firefighter- as his day job anyway. I figure he's too chilled out to be a soldier, so if the Accadian government wants to put him to use, a public servant might fare better. Also, imagine the recruitment posters. And the calenders. Sold out, all of them.

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I've started working on a CS as well!

I've settled on a name for now, Akamu, and I'm going to have him hail from one of the smaller islands in Accadia. If it's relevant for other folk, I'm aiming to portray the islands of Accadia(or at least the smaller ones) similar to Hawaii, with a lot of relaxed ocean life vibes- and a dash of overbearing corporate tourism

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@Aeolian

See, I was thinking leviathan because of the ocean vibes my character is going to have. But if I am to be told that Titan is a 'bro', how can I not have my dudebro be a Titan boi?

Plus I like the idea of a big muscle guy being surprisingly peaceful and down to earth (heh), and well attuned to nature and chillin'

Regalia

Normally I love lightning based themes- but I think I'm gonna make a character with the earth element! I'm thinking sorta golden retriever dudebro energy- maybe used to be a surfer before becoming recognized

SPIRITUM

Gerard Biserus

"Extortion's a good look on ya Kali," Gerard teased, "Are all family reunions this exciting?"

"FUCKING FUUUUUUCK!" Ivan wailed as he half rolled on the ground, clutching at his shot knee. "Fucking psycho bitch! Hey doc! Doc! She shot my fucking leg!"

"Sorry friend," Gerard chuckled, glancing down at the man as he helplessly rolled, wide eyes staring at the collective of WARDENs before him. Almost reluctantly, Gerard pulled a medical kit out of his mist pocket, to at least begin stopping the bleeding. "If I pump any more Mist into you you're gonna start burning, healing or not."

Ivan seethed in pain, ready to start shooting off some vitriol but was immediately silenced by the idea of Silje blowing up his other leg- and by Morden standing over him like some sort of giant. He shrinked immediately from the surrounding WARDENs.

"I-I'm not lying!" The snivelling man swore, "I'm running shit for your father! They're not on the front lines right now, they're holed up in Dunbarton dealing with some shit."

Glancing at the remains of the RV, and it's position on the road, Gerard shot an amused look towards Kalina before glancing back down at the supposed arms runner.

"Dunbarton's back thataway-" Gerard pointed out, perhaps unhelpfully. "Back the way you came."

Ivan's eyes shot back and forth, whether or not he was trying to quickly think of something or genuinely fearful of getting shot was anyone's guess. Eyes glanced at the crates of weapons and materials, then back at the WARDENs.

"T-they're planning a mutiny!" Ivan blurted out, "They told me to bring them a bunch of untraceable small arms and explosives to the middle of a city! Of course I ran! I'm no traitor!"

Gerard grabbed a bunch of the crates and floated them over to the WARDENs truck one at a time, allowing the others to crack them open at their leisure. Sure enough, as Ivan said, the vast majority of the crates were weapons and long term supplies, all unmarked. In total, the crates were enough supplies to arm some twenty or so individuals with rifles, pistols and explosives, along with enough rations and ammo for an extended operation without resupply.

We are short a few weapons ourselves. Gerard's voice echoed across their communications spell, as he picked up a handgun in his hands and flourished them, the weapon disappearing into his mist pocket. Not to mention, all we really have in the way of supplies are beers and hamburgers. Given our current objectives, think your pops would mind if we got stocked up?

"I'm telling you the truth!" Ivan had been whining, though Gerard cut him off.

"If you were running, why'd you bother keeping the supplies? Sure you're not selling them to a better bid?" Gerard asked, whistling as a much smaller, more well kept case floated into his hands. Simply adorned, but obviously a well made box of dark hardwood. Cracking it open, Gerard perked an eyebrow before passing it over to Kali. The box contained a gunblade. Well made and perfectly blanaced, clearly meant to be used rather than hung as a display piece. Engraved on the back of the blade was something in a language Gerard didn't recognize.

"Wha- Hey that's- I don't know how that-" Ivan half blubbered, "Hey c'mon Kali, we go way back! Surely we can put this all behind us right?"

"Are you alright?" Collette asked of the WARDENs leader as they rounded the back of the truck, occasionally turning her ear to tune into the conversation happening behind them. Her hands glowed faintly, with the soothing light of a healing spell, though the princess seemed to falter and pause- seemingly not wanting to treat the WARDEN without explicit permission. It was a bit odd, being concerned for the wellbeing of what were ostensibly child soldiers from an opposing country, but they were the only ones keeping her alive for the moment. We're meant to be going to Dunbarton, aren't we? Does trouble normally follow you soldier types around?"

Tales Of Endoroth (A Slice Of Life MMO Roleplay)

@AwesomeZero5 I think the ranger is a decent level, or we'd have noticed when he partied up. Then again, maybe he had someone powerlevel him, and doesn't know as much as he should.

@shylarah

The ranger is inting our promos! He's running it down mid! Somebody stop this man

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Galahad Caradoc

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The White mage rejoining them was an unexpected, but pleasant surprise. They'd not traveled together long, but fighting together had a rather uncanny ability to bond comrades together. Her absence had been sorely noted, not just in the fact that they lacked a dedicated healer, but also in the sense that it had happened so quickly. The Grovemasters had called her back, but of her own accord, Neve had found a way to rejoin them, and none too soon, though perhaps there was some irony in the fact that they were heading back towards Drana Asnaeu.

Her welcome was filled with tears and happiness, Galahad had half expected there to be some animosity in the fact that she'd missed out on some of their conflicts, but at the very least he'd heard none spoken aloud– at least within his earshot. Some time later, after everyone else had managed to make their introductions and welcome-backs’, Galahad managed to pull her aside to a quieter part of the deck, by the aft of the ship.

”I'm sure you've heard it a thousand times by now-” Galahad chuckled, for what felt like the first time in ages. For a moment, it looked like the Dragoon was about to spring forward, but instead Galahad put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a familiar, friendly squeeze. ”It's good to have you back.”

Out of everyone that Neve wished to see again, Galahad had been the face that she wished to come across the most. Although their time together was as fleeting as a blue, summer wind, she couldn’t help but feel that a bond had steadily mounted between them. It was amusing, to say the least– he was a dragoon, an Edreni soldier who had spilled blood, while she was a woman whose whole existence was based around the concept of peace, tranquility, and admiration for the planet they lived on. She didn’t know whether it was because of his easy-going nature or his sense of humor, but Neve found it easy to get along with the man, and she was more than delighted to see him approach after a long day aboard the ship.

”I am more than happy–” the blonde began with a smile, only to flinch in surprise once he reached out towards her. She felt his heavy hand squeeze her shoulder gently, and Neve once again found a warm smile return to her lips. ”I’m happy to be back, Galahad. Believe it or not, I’ve missed spending time in your company, along with Izayoi’s.”

She reached up towards his hand, laying a cold palm upon the back of his hand. A sadness shadowed her bright gaze as she averted her gaze towards the dull horizon. ”I’m sorry I had to leave. I should have stuck with the Kirins. You needed all of the help that you could get, and I…” Neve murmured, her voice drifting off in the wind. Her fingers squeezed his hand tightly, hoping that she could convey what she wished to speak. The hard stone in her throat had prevented any other word from leaving her lips.

”Your talents would've been a great boon to us in our recent trials– your missing was definitely noticed” Galahad said softly, the soft breeze guiding his eyes towards the horizon as well, ”But you're here now, and that's what matters.” He reassured her, the smile on his lips almost hidden by the whipping of his hair in the breeze. ”I don't imagine the Grovemasters were exactly easy to defy. I suppose I'd know a thing or two about that- my own family situation and all.”

”I only regret that we're taking you back to Drana Asnaeu.“ He said with a light sigh, ”After you worked so hard to get away.”

”Not to worry though,” Galahad chuckled, resting his hands on the guide rail as he leaned out over the passing waves beneath them. ”We've only just reunited– I'll not let the Grovemasters take you away from us again so easily.”

What Galahad said was a massive understatement. There was no denying the Grovemasters. They had the final say in whatever she said, whatever she believed, whatever she wanted to do. If she had asked for leave from Brightlam, they would do little else but shame her and lock her away to focus on honing her magicks. Yes, she was a white mage– but in their eyes, she was little else but an apprentice who had much more to learn. Why spend it traveling the world and aiding a motley crew of soldiers and rogues, even if their Mother had abandoned them because they were so sinful and cruel.

Her smile strained slightly at his last statement. ”Unfortunately, what you say is easier said than done.” Neve said, laughing lightly despite her troubled words. ”The Grovemasters are delightful people, really, but… they are as stubborn as you can imagine. They will be less than amused to see that I escaped their watch, and if they wish, they will certainly isolate me from everyone else. Unless,” she laughed again, more jovially this time, “the Kirins decide to ruffle their feathers a bit.”

”Maybe we lose the white cloak– at least while we're in Drana Asnaeu. I think Edreni blue would suit you.” Galahad joked.

”If we're good at anything, I think it's ruffling feathers.” Galahad laughed, ”I bet they'd back off if we sicced Izayoi on them. Or Eliane. Maybe not Eve. I have no doubt they'll try to isolate you, and they'll fail all the same.” It was a grim thought, the idea of using force– or at least the threat of force on the Grovemasters. Galahad didn't necessarily think of them as bad folk, by nature they seemed to be a peaceful lot, though perhaps to peaceful for these not so peaceful times. Perhaps it was arrogance on his part, but the Kirins, as far as Galahad was concerned, had a higher calling at the moment. Surely bringing balance back to the continent was worth breaking a few rules and ruffling a few feathers while they were at it.

”If I may be so selfish to say, I think we need you more than they do.” Galahad said, a bit more seriously now, ”If we're lucky, they'll understand us. If not… Well, it's always easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission.”

Galahad’s sincerity had caught Neve off guard. She had forgotten how direct he could be, even though she had not spent much time away from their group– or maybe it was the way he spoke about the Grovemasters that had shaken her. It wasn’t as if she disagreed; knowing the Kirins, there would be little else she could see happening other than Izayoi or someone else confronting them. Yet, in the midst of the storm of uncertainty and worry that clouded her thoughts, she couldn’t help but feel… happy? Happy that the Kirins had her back, despite the chance of them making more enemies. Her smile became more lax, more warm.

”It makes sense,” Neve said, her grin only growing further. ”The Grovemasters have always preached about the power of forgiveness. I’m sure they’ll understand if we trespass on some of their boundaries. Especially if you speak to them, Sir Caradoc.”

”Oh, of course. I'll have you know, I have an excellent track record with figures of authority at the moment.” Galahad chuckled sarcastically. His chuckle slowly faded as he turned. He offered Neve a faint grin as he reached out, his hand lightly patting the top of her head. ”But we can worry about that when we get there. And- just Galahad is fine.”

Galahad pulled the shorter woman into a more or less amounted to a bear hug, the stress and anxiety of the past few weeks shedding off of his frame in moments. ”You've been sorely missed, dear friend.” Galahad said softly, as he placed the white mage back down on the ground.

The knight reached out to pat the top of Neve’s head. She giggled softly, allowing him the gesture; it reminded her of her father, who used to stroke her hair when she was little and bombarded him with silly questions. His motion soothed her, but just as she was about to pull away and ask him something simple like if he had eaten yet or had he gotten enough sleep recently, he pulled her straight back in– literally. The white mage blinked in momentary alarm once his arms wrapped around her in a tight hug, falling limp within his embrace.

It was… warm.

Neve wasn’t sure what to do at first. She blinked a few times, then found her body acting on its own whim. Her arms wrapped around him, though definitely not as tight as his. ”I promise,” she murmured, pulling away from him at last. Her eyes scanned his as she nodded, as if she affirmed her own words. ”I won’t leave your side again. Not until we can all rest easy and not have to worry about the Blight ever again. I promise.”

”I'll hold you to that.” Galahad replied quietly, ”Er- by which I mean, we- like as the party, will hold you to that.” Galahad quickly corrected himself, the tips of his ears already starting to burn red like cherries, as he recused himself with a cough and a half step back before gesturing for the two to head back in.

”Oh, since you're back. I was hoping you could take a look at something.”

“ … So long story short, I jumped headfirst through some floorboards and… “

Regalia

Very interesting!