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5 days ago
Went to the big ol' eye clinic today and got some eye-drops. Now my vission's all fuzzeh
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12 days ago
"Afraid of the dark? ..... Punch it!" - So This is Basically Pokemon
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15 days ago
Molasses be my name, being sluggish is my game
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19 days ago
Happy spoopy scawey Halloween errybody, if you celebrate it. If not, hand over yer candy.
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22 days ago
Gahh, so much old junk in my freezer that I'm never gonna eat... Cleanin' time!
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  • I don't use social media, discord or google docs.
  • I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and use a text-reading software to get through other peoples' posts.
  • I'm rude, short-tempered and unserious. I'll likely say things that'll upset, offend and/or infuriate you.
  • I consider roleplaying a hobby and a pass-time, not art.
  • I do anime-roleplay and only anime-roleplay.

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"Good, I do so like obedient children." The Hall Mistress aid, before apparently feeling like all that needed to be said and done had been said and done. Turning on her tiny heels, she slowly made her way back into the murky dim dark of her office, closing the door behind her without actually even touching it... Was it automated? Magic? The wind? Who could say.

Having managed to fish out a decently sized bucket, with a few rough cloth rags in it, Brandy finally stood back up straight - no longer exposing both rump, tail and underwear to anyone (un)fortunate enough to walk in and see her from behind. She did so at a most opportune time, as the frantic werewolf had just rushed over and joined her side. The tanned goat-girl gave the alchemist a good once-over, examening her from ear-tip to tail-tip, before saying something.

"So, uhm, you know where the well is? I just rolled into town today, so i don't really know my way around yet. Went straight here to get signed up, y'know." She stated rather unabashedly. "Oh, name's Brandy. Nice to meet'cha, girlfriend. That potion-thingy you made me swallow sure was somehtin'." She added, before smiling and beginnijng to walk on over to the front door, fully intent on having the puppy follow and show her the way to the local water-drawing pit.
"Myaa-huughgaglrlhlrlglrlhgrl!?"

Such was the noise a panicking satyr made when it was approached from behind, firmly grasped in the paws of a predator and then forced to choke a concoction if unknown origihn. Brandy's arms flailed wildly and her hooved legs tried to kick at anything nearby, which didn't amount to anything, since you can't kick backwards. Still, as soon as she'd been forced to chug the strangely sweet-tasting swill, and let down, the horned goat-girl let out a series of quick breaths, before looking over at the culprit.

"Hey! Don't just go groping people form behind and making 'em drink your admittedly tasty weird liquids!" The girl protested, before looking down at her finger, which was now no longer bleeding or suffering from a cut.

The stayress' tail went upright and stiff, and her mouth went agape with shock and surprised. Bending her hand at multiple angles and spreading her figners to make sure it wasn't an illusion or trick of (the lack of) light, her eyes went wide as saucers and sparkled with childlike wonder.

"Oh. My. Udders. This is totes incredible! I was like, totally bleeding all over the place, but now my finger's as smooth and flawless as the winky of newborn baby-boy." She exlaimed, excitedly, while laughing happily.

Meanwhile, the receptionist was busying herself with having moved all of the sensitive papers from her bloodstained esk to a more secure location, namely her own chair. When the werewolf approached and spoke, offering a means to wash the red lifejuice out of her clothes, as well as other assistance, the tanuki let out a slight sigh. She readjusted her specatcles and gave Alice a small smile.

"Thank you, Miss Keller, but it'll be fine. I've got spare suits at home, and no vital documents were damage." She said, before shooting the satyress, who was busy admiring her own, undamaged fingers, a rather disapporving glance. "However, I'd like you, Miss Vanillarin, to try and excersise more caution in the future." At the mention of her name, the satyr briefly ceased amiring her own digits and turned to look at the tanuki with a quizzical expression.
"But you told me to get my blood on that paper-thingy."
"... Yes, by pricking your finger! Not slicing it!"
"Well how I would know what you mean? I don't even get half the stuff you say, granny."
"G-G-G-G-Gra-!?" The poor office lady-tanuki's voice caught in her throat as she tried to reiterate the word just used to describe her. However, she seemed to be failing.
"Anyway! Potion-gir-ppffffffffftttttt...! Maa-haa-haa-haa-haa-haa~!" Apparently, the satyr had been too preoccupied with herself to notice until now, but the sensation of being contineously brushed, and tickled, by a bristly-furred tail finally managed to make itself known... And it had the expected effect - causing the young satyr to laugh uncontrollably as her eyes watered.

Meanwhile, the receptionist was standing silent and with a face pale as a ghost and eyes that'd shrunk from shock, muttering something inaudible under her breath. It was, at this time, that the door behind the reception desk creaked open, and a voice from beyond the murky, now open, doorway spoke in a dry, deadpan manner.

"Good grief, it sure is noisy out here today." Although it was monotone and void of any emotion, the voice still sounded as if belonged to a plenty young girl. At the sound of said voice, the tanuki somehow regained their senses and spun around, letting out a gasp.
"L-Lady Hall Mistress! I'm terribly sorry, there was a bit of an accident an-"
"Yes... So I heard... Some moron tried to mutilate themselves with your letter opener in order to sign their application form, that about sum it up?"
"W- No! Well, yes. But!"
"It's fine, Karin. You can leave the rest to me. Just, go home and get changed... You look like you tried to eat a tomato and used your suit as a bib."
"Ahah... I see... Well then, I'll just run home and change quickly. Please hold down the fort until I get back, ma'am."
"Yes, yes, off with you now, dear. Nothing's going to change regardless if you're here or not."

The receptionist, named Karin, gave an apologetic farewell to Alice, before quickly jogging out of the building. At this point, most of the other Renta-Experts had vacated the premises as well, either out of fear, confusion or sheer annoyance at the antics that had ensued. The owner of the monotonous voice though, finally stepped from within the murky confines of their office, entering into the building proper.

And, it was a little girl. Well, she looked like a little girl at least.- A little witch-girl, to be exact, complete with cape and a large, wide-brimmed hat. She could've passed for looking precious, were it not for the fact that her face was completely expressionless, her eyes looked blank and dead and she had this creepy, unsettling aura about her. It didn't help that, while standing fully straight, the munchkin only reached up to about the underside of Brandy's bustline. Regardless, the tiny one approached where the newcomer and helpful rookie were standing, not so much as blinking once while approaching.

"So, I take it you're the one who just applied, hm?" The pint-sized withc said, finally stopping next to the two girls and looking at Brandy with those blank, souless eyes... At this point, the satyr had finally managed to seperate herself from the tail and was calming down. At the question though, her ears and tail perked up, she raised her head and gave a confused tilt of the head in response to the person who had just arrived.
"Who're you, lil' girl?"
"I'm your new boss."
"... Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"But you're like... Ten."
"I had my coming-of-age ceremony decades ago, I'll have you know."
"... Seriously?"
"Seriously."

Cicadas.

"Well, uh... Nice to meeth'cha, boss, I guess? I did the whole signing papers and stuff. So, am I member now?" Brandy straightened up her posture and brandished a big, sunny smile. The witch did not seem impressed.
"Oh, yeah. Totally. I love hiring new employees who show up out of the blue, kick down my front door and bleed all over my furniture and staff. "
"For real!? You crazy, girl!"
"I was being facetious."
"Whassat?"
"I see the only parts of you that got any nutrients were your mammaries and butt."
"Ehehe~ Yeah, I know right? No worries though, boss, I'm sure you'll grow some nice peaches when you get a biit older!"
"... I see this won't go anywhere." The witch sighed, deadpan-ly, which was quite a feat to be honest. "Listen up, you. This is a place of business, not a playground. If you're gonna start a ruckus and make a mess, do it outside. For now, you can make your first job cleaning up all of this mess you made."
"Say whaaat? C'mon, don't you have like... A maid, or something?"
"I'm looking at her right now."
"She behind me!?" Quick head-turn to look behind herself.
"No."
"Huh...? Oh. Ohhhh... Ohhhh, boss~ You're such a kidder~ Maa-ha-ha-ha!"
"It wasn't a joke."
"... Seriously?"
"Seriously. Bucket and rags are under the desk, go draw some water from the village well, then get back here and clean up. If you do it before Karin returns, I might not make you sweep and dust off my office as well." The girl turned her eyes away from the outraged satyr, and instead looked to the werewolf next. "And you, rookie. Do you really have time to be lounging around here? I see a billboard with some requests still clinging to it, over there." She pointed toward the large, almost empty wooden surface on the wall behind them all.
"Bu- But, chief! I joined to do those kinds of things too!"
"Clean. Your. Mess." Somehow, with each word said, the witch managed to get closer to the satyress, without actually walking.. Like, she just somehow popped into place, shortening the distance each time.
"Boo! This stinks..." The busty gal said, before walking behind the desk where Karin had been seated previously.

Bending down, she began to search around under the table, the sound of shuffling and clunking being heard. The little witch observed for a moment, before turning her face back to Alice, staring her down with empty, blank eyes as deep as a bottomless pit.

"Since you were so eager to help earlier, why don't you lend a hand, rookie?" The Hall Mistress said, in a not-so-much-a-request-as-a-commanding way.
The Adventure Begins~!
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Chapter 1: Step through the Door



It was a bright and sunny day! Mostly clear skies, with only a few, small popcorn-like white clouds lazily drifting about above. Birds were chirping, cicadas were chirping, frogs were croaking and other ambient noises that denote peacefulness could be heard far and wide. This was especially true for the sleepy little village of Litroot, located in the southern-ish central heartlands of the continent, in a country (currently) controlled by several noble houses of centaurs. Ironically, Litroot didn't have too many native centaur-residents, but instead had a wide variety of other races and monsters make it most of its population. Well, it was a bit of a backwater-town out in the midst of nowhere, so it wasn't that strange that travellers and foreigners would end up here and settling down, rather than move further into the nation, where the rather serious and strict centaurs practiced their disciplined and rigid lifestyle and traditions.

Still! Litroot wasn't just a speck on the proverbial map. It did have a road leading to and from it, albeit an unpaved dirt road, but a road nontheless! The houses of the village wer emostly made out of small stone bricks, with golden hay-covered roofs giving the place a cozy and homely atmosphere. A few small fields for growing various grains and vegetables were located a bit outside the village proper, and few small pens and coups for things like rabbits and chickens were located next to some of the buildings. The place was no farming community though, not by a long-shot. Most likely, the place made a living by foraging, hunting and mayhaps some fishing in the not-too-distant river. The ample forests and woodlands all around lent itself well to woodcutting and woodworking as well. Given its small size though, this place was n't really an industrial powerhouse, and it was more likely that the villagers worked just to supply and survive themselves, rather than export any meaningful quantities of goods elsewhere for trade or what have you.

But enpugh about the outside and mercantile nature of the place, time to go inside the village proper!

Litroot's roads and paths inside the village were mostly made up out of trampled, hard-packed dirt, but closer to the town center there were a bit of brickwork and stone tiling on the ground. This central area was also where the local market stalls were located, as well as a cooky-looking fountain in the shape of a flexing fish-headed man, spitting a stream of water out of his fishy-mouth, was located. Said fountain was a favorite place for the local kids to play in and around, and subsequently get chased off by angry elders with waving canes, shouting stuff about disrespecting their hometown and what have you. In addition, the town center was also where the village chief's house was located, the only two-storey building (with a tiled roof!) in the entire settlement. It was also where the local G.O.R.E Hall was situated, resting lazily on the west side of the fountain and marketplace.

It wasn't much to look at really, a square-ish structure with the same hay roof as the rest of the village dwellings. A weatherworn plaque hung outretched on a short metal fjust above the main entrance, with the guild's logo displayed. Not much business seemed to be taking place, as there were only a modest, handful of times that the door to the hall opened and closed during an entire day's worth of hours. Most of the time, it wasn't even potential employers who went in and out, but rather the local receptionist and hall mistress, busying themselves with sweeping the ground outside and around their guild hall, wiping off the windows and chekcing the rather depressingly empty mailbox just outside.

The interior wasn't much different from the exterior either. Inside you'd find a few benches along the walls, a billboard with only a few scraps of postings upon it, the reception desk, a few small curtained windows and, of course, a door leading back to the area where the hall mistress had her private office (and/or bedroom). Really, there wasn't much to see or look at, not even a potted plant or painting. The rather pretty tanuki-receptionist looked a bit out of place, with her sharp and fancy-looking business suit and well-crafted glasses - rather clear she wasn't a local. Still, despite the overwhelmingly apparent lack of business and actual work to do, the young lady maintained a pleasant, friendly and professional smile regardless of time of day!

Apart from her, a handful of local, or neighbouring village, Renta-Experts were also present. They didn't seem too concerned with the jobs posted on the board though, instead busying themselves with idle gossip and chatter among themselves, giggling and having a pleasant time doing nothing.

That is, until it happened!

KA-SCHLAM~!

With force enough to make the poor door to the guild hall quiver with undue stress, all heads inside turned to the now open entrance. At first, only a hooved foot, attached to a leg with beige-white fur could be seen, but soon a shadowy silhouette stepped forth, dramatically obsucred by the backlight of the outside. The girls inside covered their mouths cutely with their hands, letting out 'Aah!' and 'Ooohh!' sounds, as if expecting a muscular, manly protagonist who would sweep them off their feet to come barging in, with devillishly good looks and a bad boy-attitude that could only ever mean he was actually a good guy!

... Unfortunately, as the shadowy figure entered the building proper, faces of awe, excitement and anticpation turned to confusion, raised eyebrows and a synchronized chorus of 'Huh?'-noises. For you see! The figure did not belong to a handsome, strikingly fashionable and enigmatic young bachelor, but rather, it belonged to a short-ish statured satyr-girl, dressed in a way that warranted a lot of questioning. Her skirt was too short, her top was too open and her bra seemed too small. She had a huge smile on her face and both hands on her hips, as if she was somehow proud about having just kicked the door in. Healthy tanned skinned, short hair as beige-white as the fur on her legs and forearms, as well as her tiny tail, the young girl strode forth into the locale, with rolling, swaying hips taking her swiftly across the floor and up to the receptionist's desk. The tanuki-lady smiled at the new arrival, albeit her eyebrow somewhat twitched and one could clearly see a vein having formed on the side of one of her temples.

"Why, hello there, miss. May I suggest that you try opening doors with your hands in the future?" The receptionist said, very professionally and calmly.
"Maa-ha-ha~! Sorry about that, I just like kicking things." The young, tanned satyress replied, clearly missing out on the obvious implication of the words.
"Haah... Well, what can I help you with?" The receptionist continued, her business-like facade not buckling an inch!
"Oh yeah! Well, y'see, I wanna sign up and be a GORE-gal!" The girl on the other side of the desk half-shouted, slamming both hands down on the wooden tabletop before her and leaning forward excitedly, which caused her skirt to rise, which in turn caused the other occupants to avert their eyes, with blushing cheeks. Her tail wagged excitedly.
"Oh, I-I see... Well then, I'll need to ask you some questions and you'll have to fill out an application form b-"
"Eeehhhh~? I can't just start straight away?" More leaning forward, more ginormous bewbs and cleavage inching closer to the receptionist's face.
"No, I'm afraid you'll need to go through our screening-process before we can let you take on any guild-work. It's the same for everyone, miss."
"Oh fiiiiiiiine..." The satyress relented, pouting somewhat and returning to simply stand on the other enf of the desk, which caused the tanuki-office lady to let out a breath and sigh of relief.

The skilled and obviously over-qualified receptionist then began to rummage around in her drawers of the workspace and soon produced a sheet of paper, with a bunch of scribblings and script on it. The satyress tilted her head and looked a bit confused, poking at the slip of paper as if it were some kind of alien technology. The receptionist re-adjusted her glasses before proceeding.

"Well then, miss. Please write down your name, age, species and any particularly noteworthy or otherwise mentionable skills you may possess." Tanuki-lady said, gently tapping at the piece of paper.
"Uh... Write... down...?" The satyress replied, looking like she had never even heard of the term before.
"Uhm... Miss, are you perhaps illiterate?"
"Whassat?"
"It means you can't read or write."
"Oh, duh! Of course I can! Mama and Big Sis taught me when I was 'totes tiny. See?" She began to scribble something, using a provided pen.
"Uuhhh... Miss, your handwriting... I... I can't read it..."
"Eh?"
"Also.... I'm not sure, but it looks like you're trying to write in old minotaur runes... The guild needs you to write down your information in the basic common language."
"Bay-sick... come... on?"

Chirping cicadas.

"Ahem! ... Would you like it if I read the form to you, and you just answered verbally?"
"Jeez, stop using those fancy words!"
"I asked if you wanted me to read the questions to you, so you could just answer them and have me write down what you say."
"Well why didn't you say so from the start! Let's do it!" Her ecitement and tension could be cut with a knife.
"Yes... Well, first of all, what's your name, miss?"

The girl let out a 'Hmm-hmm~!'-sound, as if she was about to reveal something truly amazing. With a dramatic twirl and then a sudden, extending and now-pointing-at-the-receptionist hand, the girl showed off her pearly whites and announced in a loud, boisterous tone that was far too over-the-top for the simple question that was asked.

"I'm Brandy Vanillarin! Soon-to-be the adventuring queen!"

More cicadas...

"I... See... Well, how old are you then, Miss Vanillarin?"
"Just turned sweet seventeen!" The girl said, striking a pose with one leg stretched out, arms behind her head and a wink to one eye.
"Uh-huh... And you're a .... Baphomet? Pan?"
"I'm a mino- .... I mean, I'm a satyr!"
"Really? That's quite rare. You don't see many female satyrs."
"Tell me about it! But I guess if a buncha hotties like me were running around, all the other girls wouldn't be able to catch a single boyfriend~" Many annoyed glares from the other girls in the room were now directed at the confident young satyr.
"Eheh... S-sure... Now, do you have any particular skills or talents that you'd like to mention?"
"Mmhm~" She giggled. "Well, obviously I'm a total babe." the receptionist seemed unsure how to respond to this, and as such remained quiet. "But let's see... I'm 'totes used to working out in the fields and junk. I'm super-fast and don't run outta breath, no matter what I'm doing~" She gave a sultry, playful smile with half-closed eyes. Again, the receptionist said nothing. "I do know how to play almost any instrument, and those I dunno how, I can learn in a snap! I can also shake my hips like nobody's business. Oh, and I'm good at getting up high! Like, climbing's been my thing ever since I wasn't wearing diapers any more."
"... That's... an interesting set of skills you have there, Miss Vanillarin." The tanuki-lady's smile was beginning to look a bit strained now. "Unfortunately, I don't think there are too many requests at this guild hall that require those kinds of... talents."
"Aww, really? Well boo." The satyr said in a mock upset tone. "Well whatever, I can do anything, really. So it's no hassle. So, am I in now?"
"... Ah, yes... Well, all we need is for you to read the guild charter and agree to the terms of employment, then put your seal on your documents an-"
"Say what-now?"

Tanuki office-lady sighed, straightened her posture, pulled out a piece of paper and began to read a long, wordy piece of official documentation. The article in question was about the GORE, and how it didn't take responsability for loss of private property, injuries sustained, illnesses contracted or death suffered during the accomplishment of tasks and jobs provided by the guild. It also included things about how payment worked and how free-lancing and taking unofficial requests could and would lead to one getting kicked out of the guild. Basically, a bunch of legal and tehcnical stuff, most of which seemed to fly straight over the young satyress pretty little head.

"And that's it, do you agree to these terms?"
"... Y-Yes?"
"Wonderful. Now please just put your seal on this form and you'll be good."
"My... Seal?"
"Your personal signature, or mark. A stamp to confirm everything we've just written down."
"Oh, okay. So, I just... Like this?" The girl scribbled a small horned smiley-face on one of the corners.
"Uhm... No... We need you to prick a finger and put a bit of blood on it."
"Wai-what!? You want me to cut one of my delicate fingers!?"
"Well, we need some form of proof that you've signed the document, Miss Vanillarin. A blood seal is the most common type of signature."*
"Can't I like, spit at it? Or chew on it? Heck, I could even pe-"
"No! No. No. And no! Don't worry, I'll get you a bandage to put on your finger afterwards. Now here, use this." The receptionist put down a small letter opener on the table between them. The satyr stared at the sharp little tool for a good, long while.
"F-Fine! I just needa do it! Like THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS!"

Slice. Splurt!

"Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"
"Aiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!"

It would appear that the satyr was a bit too careless and a bit too forceful, having made a cut that was slightly too deep and slightly too long, causing a large splotch of blood to land on the paper below.... And the desk... And the floor... And the receptionist's previously immaculate suit... Both the girls at the desk were now in a bit of a frenzied panic, with the satyress holding her hand and finger, jittery and wildly turning about while howling somehting about her beauty being diminished, whereas the tanuki receptionist was panicking and trying to look for something to wrap around the self-inflicted injury, while also trying to protect her other paperwork from being soiled by more blood.

It was, in simple terms, quite a mess.
Update: 20/10/18

  • Alice Keller has been added to the Main Cast-section.
  • Brandy Vanillarin has been updated, minor grammar and spelling-errors corrected.
  • The first post of the IC has been added.
  • Karin Mofumofu added to the Guild of Renta-Experts section. See Members: for more details.
Druid Girl focused most of all of her attention on the victimized girl beside her, paying little heed or attention to the surroundings. As Big Red and Steppe Archer milled about, gathering dry branches, sticks and other types and pieces of wood to burn, the nature mage was preoccupied with monitoring and overseeing the red headed survivor's breathing, pulse and general behavior. She was already in much better condition then when they'd found her, but something could till go awry at any moment. Not to mention, who knew how long it'd been since the poor girl had had a drink of water or something to ear? It didn't seem likely that these.... Creatures... would have bothered to take care of their captives in any sort of way at all. That thought in mind, Druid Girl reached into her travel pack and fished around for a bit, before pulling out a small canteen.

Uncorking it, she placed the broken girl's head on her lap and both carefully and slowly began to try and get some fluids back into the poor thing. Sadly, the girl wasn't very receptive, and most of the water ended up either trickling out through the corners of her mouth, or being hoarsely coughed back up. Still, she did get some drink into her, which was better than none at all, supposedly. Still, it was a sad sight to behold indeed. At this pojnt, the druid had also rearranged the pelvic curtain she had thrown over the girl earlier, now having set it so it was more like a tabard, hanging down the girl's front and back, covering up her certain areas that others didn't need to see.

Taking a break from just caring for the girl, she looked up and about, seeing the lizardman and nomad return, pile up and prepare to set their little bonfire alight. Druid Girl wasn't a priestess, nor had she been to many funerals, so the concept of prayer or words of farewell weren't concepts or traditions she were familiar with. She knew you wwre supposed to offer up thoughts to those who had perished, but she knew nothing about any of these young adventurers... Other then that they had probably been similar to herself - wanting to do something meaningful with their lives. A disheartening realization, wasn't it? That to want to do something other than live a life of drudgery could be so fatal... It was almost funny, if it hadn't been so depressingly sad.

Once the pyre was lit and the three who had fallen were on their way to becoming charcoal, Druid Girl laid the battered girl down for a moment. She then stood up, walking over to her allies as they watched the fire burn. She looked at the sight with sad eyes and a frown for a bit, before turning to face the two others.

"Let me know when you're ready to leave. Getting back to the farmstead will take a bit of time, especially in the dark." She stated, a somewhat solemn tone to her voice as she spoke. "I'm not sure we should try and bring all the weapons with us though. Some of them look to be in no real condition to use or even sell."

It was true enough. Most of the goblins' weaponry were in such rouge, unmaintained condition that no merchant in their right mind would actually pay for the item itself. Sure, the metal might have some value to a blacksmith of other craftsmen, but the amount of workable metal you'd get from one of these shoddy pieces were likely to cost you more to re-work and re-shape into somehting useful. Of course, that wasan't quite the case for the tools belonging to the former adventurers, as their gear was still in rather decent condition.

Plus, there was the issue of carrying space. Druid Girl's pack could hold a couple of dagger, sure, but it wasn't like she had a lot of pockets or places to hang the other, bigger items. And if Big Red was going to have to carry the goblinated girl in his arms, he wouldn't exactly have a lot of space or free hands to lug the excess junk around either.

At this point in time though, the mmons above were climbing towards their zenith, the night air was crisp and there was a very slight, gentle breeze to the wooded area the group found themselves in. It was a somber mood and setting, with the red flames of the pyre casting long shadows behind the sparse woodline that surrounded them on all sides, and making the entrance to the former goblin lair look like the gaping maw of a giant beast that lay dormant on the ground.

"Oh, but be sure to cover up the embers with dirt and, if you can spare it, pour some water on it." She added, showing her understandable concern for the well-being of the wildlife and nature around them. With that though, she said a quiet 'Farewell, and may you rest in peace', before returning to their lone survivor's side once more.
Update: 20/10/14

  • Brandy Vanillarin has been updated. See Background: for details and changes.
Update: 20/10/13

  • Brandy Vanillarin has been updated. See Dream/Goal and Racial Abilities: for details and changes.
  • Guild of Renta-Experts has been added to The World-section.
Guild of Renta-Experts: Info


General Info:

Members:

Update: 20/10/12

  • Aristocracy of Noxiria has been updated with General Info.
  • Useful Links & Tools-section added to the original OOC-post.
  • Brandy Vanillarin has been updated. See Personality: for details and changes.
Name: Brandy Vanillarin
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Satyr, sub-species: Satyress

Height: 165 cm / 5'5" (This includes horns)
Hair Color: Beige White
Eye Color: Brownish Red
Three Sizes: B94-W59-H91

Personality:
Plucky, jovial, rambunctious and with a huge appetite for life, Brandy Vanillarin is a spirited young lady who seems to always exude an aura of exuberance around her. Curious, excitable and inquistive, while also physically and verbally playful, she enjoys seeing new places, meeting new people and making dirrty jokes, comments or suggestions. She absolutely loves things like festivals, carnivals, parties and other high-spirited and merrymaking events. It also comes as no surprise then that she also greatly enjoys dancing, singing and listening to - or playing - music, as well as partaking of good drink and food - usually in excess and in far greater quantities than her physique would be allowed to handle. Brandy also possesses a strange desire to stand on any surface that's slightly elevated, the higher up it is, the better - and the stronger her urge to stand on it.

Brandy is also brave, sometimes to a fault, and has issues properly sizing people up... Or she just doesn't care one way or the other. She can also be incredibly stubborn, almost obnoxiously so. She has no qualms about playing dirty or any notions about taking the high road making you a better person, or that being honorable somehow has some kind of morally superior value. If you can't beat someone with your fist, bite, scratch or even kick them in the crotch! That's Brandy's take on how to get things done. Of course, violence is never her first choice; She much prefer to try and get her way through other means, like by drinking the other guy under the table, or using seduction and her femenine wiles.

Speaking of, Brandy is quite aware of her own physical attractiveness. In fact, she's so aware that you may as well call her a blatantly vain narcissist. So unassailable is her confidence in her own looks, that comments that would suggest otherwise are simply dismissed with a smug, nasally smirk and snort. Due to this, she can sometimes also have a rather foul mouth, and isn't above pointing out others' unattractiveness, or how they pale in comparison to herself. Because of this though, she also goes to great lengths to keep her appearance up and, should someone mar her beauty, she has been known to go into a vicious, unrelenting frenzy. Brandy seems to prefer clothes and attire that showcase her physique and ample assets.

While usually easy-going, laid back and friendly, even Brandy has her pet-peeves. For one, she can't stand people who're negative or always views things as impossible or are jaded and bitter. She cares not for such people, and is quick to lose both interest and empathy for them. She doesn't like those who bring the mood down at a happy occasion and dislikes prudes and stick-in-the-muds even more, often ridiculing and/or off-handedly insulting them. Her bravery and overconfidence in herself makes her frequently overestimate her own abilities, even when she's at a clear disadvantage. Being uninhibited and, crass as some would say, she also isn't exactly the type you wanna bring along to a high-society gathering or dinner with fancy folk who value etiquette and manners. She also doesn't seem to have an issue with telling white lies, so long as they don't hurt anyone.

Nontheless, for all her faults and flaws, she has softer sides to her as well. She's incredibly generous and willing to share everything she has with people she likes, or even people she just doesn't dislike! The little satyress cares for, and shows immense loyalty to, those who've befriended her, and will stick by their side through thick and thin, even if all the world turned against them. Her love for travel and adventure does mean she can get restless though, and she can become bored if staying in one place too long. She also completely freaks out if somebody manages to sneak up on, and surprise her, from behind - collapsing in a panicked heap while hic-up'ing uncontrollably. Some of her friends says it looks quite cute, and hilarious. Brandy's also got a bit of a phobia for ghosts and ethereal beings, finding critters that can't eat or drink to be somehwat frightening... For some reason...

Likes: Standing on things, festivities, drinking, flirting, dirty jokes, adventure, salty snacks, cute and/or sexy clothes, music

Dislikes: Party-poopers, being bored, negativity, meat, being restrained, being snuck up on, people who want to milk her, SHOES!

Hobbies: Standing on any flat surface, drinking contests, singing, dancing, playing various instruements

Background:
Brandy Vanillarin was originally an orphan, abandoned at a farmstead owned by a family of minotaurs. She was found one morning on their doorstep, stuffed into a braided basket with a note that read Feed Me! on it. While the family already had two children of their own, it wasn't like they had much choice, other than leaving an infant out to die alone in the woods. Fortunately, they were kindhearted souls, and decided to take the little satyr-baby into their home, making her a part of their family. The little sattyress would thus grow up as part of the minotaur farmers' family, helping out in the fields, doing chores and playing, arguing and generally being a family with her adoptive relatives.

... Well, at least she did, until her teen years, where her species' differences from that of the minotaurs began to become more and more prevalent, not to mention frequent. Arguing and disagreements became the nnorm, shirking chores and being subsequently punished (often by spanking) ensued, a feeling of boredom and being forcefully tied down grew ever stronger. Eventually, the family decided to tell their daughter the truth - that she wasn't blood-related to them. This revelation came as no shock to Brandy though, considering she looked, y'know, completely different from the rest of her family. The reason they'd decided to tell her though, was because they had come to realize that despite having been raised and nurtured by them, her inherent nature was just fundamentally different from their own. Keeping Brandy tied down and forced to work at the farm was making her unhappy and lash out, which in turn made her parents - and siblings to a lesser degree - frustrated and sad as well.

It was thus agreed that, once she became a grown-up, she'd get to set out and try looking for a different kind of work that she enjoyed. Her older brother recommended becoming a prostitute, as that was what her body and manners seemed to suggest she'd be best at. He received a rather stern scolding from their mother for that idea. Her older sister recommended becoming a travelling bard or minstrel, since the girl liked to sing and dance... Unfortunately, she wasn't really good at telling stories of a non-raunchy nature, and she couldn't remember historical facts or old myths, much less what she'd had for dinner the previous day. Regardless, they day came when she was old enough, and with excited skipping steps, she went out into the world to seek out a line of work that suited her!

... It would however take the young Satyress another two years, before she finally stumbled upon the Guild of Renta-Experts. Prior to that, she'd worked small odd jobs and part-time shifts at various establishments and stores. Coming to find a place that would allow you to travel all over the world, try your hands at many different things and meet a lot of interesting people, seemed to be a match made in heaven for the little satyress. With her heart set on a life as an exploring, daring adventurer, she returned home to inform her family. As per usual, her brother didn't really care what she did - as the boy had no love for his adoptive little sister at all. The rest of her family though, weren't overly thrilled with this decision, considering the dangers and risk that were associated with it, as well as the financial insecurity.

A lot of discussing, debating and attempting to sway and rationalize for and against the idea was had, over the following week and a half. Eventually though, her kind-hearted parents caved under the extreme stubborness and unrelenting enthusiasm that their youngest child seemed to have for this dream of hers. They gave her their, less than eager, approval and set to outfit her with all the things she'd need for a life on the road. They also made sure to remind her - several dozen times - that she was always welcome to come back home if things didn't work out.

Having a heartfelt goodbye and wishing each other good luck, good health and all that other sappy junk, Brandy finally set off, towards a town known as Litroot, which was the closest G.O.R.E Hall in the area. It was there, in that sleepy little woodland village, that her tale would truly begin!

Dream/Goal:
Brandy's dreams are grand indeed. For she wishes to stand atop all of the world's tallest places, to look down upon all of creation, and sneer, for it all lies at her hooves! She wants to travel and see all of the world, all of its people and, perhaps more importantly, drink all the different kind of booze and eat all the different types of food that're on offer. She also has a minor goal of finding her real parents, and bitch-slapping them when she does.

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Racial Abilities:
  • Alcohol Resistance: As a species that enjoys to imbibe alcholic spirits, Satyrs ad Satyresses are naturally resistant to its effects! This is not an immunity, and they can still get drunk. And often do.
  • Musical Talent: Naturally gifted when it comes to music, Satyr and Satyresses can play most instruments quite well, with only minimial training and effort! So unfair.
  • Charm Immunity: Due to their rather very active libido, Satyr and Satyresses are not effected by Charm-type spells or abitilies, rendering them completely null and void when used against the species. This does not work against other types of mind-attacks, like Mind Control, Domination, etc.
  • Landlocked: Satyr and Satyresses cannot swim. 'Nuff said. Somehow though, Brandy has overcome this disability... Either through training or the bumble-bee effect - in that she's too dumb to know that she isn't supposed to be able to do it.
  • Herbivore: As all satyrs, Brandy's not big on eating meat, but like all herbivores, she has a lot more taste-buds!

Statistics:
  • STR: 63
  • DEX: 72
  • VIT: 55
  • MND: 34
  • INT: 46
  • LCK: 66

Spells & Specials:
  • Audacious Headbutt: A headbutt, delivered by someone with horns on their head... Ouch. Can stun and daze people, as well as crack their skull... (Active, Physical)
  • Twin-Toed Kick: A kick delivered by one of two powerful legs. Powerful, but not very elegant or refined, low accuracy but high impact when it hits. (Active, Physical)
  • Mighty Leap: Squat, then push off, for a really high - or long - jump! Allows for high mobility and reaching hard-to-get-to-places. (Utility)
  • Boundless Energy: Always running around and being active has made this one exude an almost endless supply of stamina. Getting winded or tired is near unheard of, unless pushed to extremes! (Passive)

Equipment:
  • Spiked Club: This simple tool of violence is useful for inflicting pain on others. Of no particular quality or craftmanship.
  • Hiker's Backpack: A large, rectangular backpack with a lot of space for carrying things. Has a nice charcoal-grey color and two sturdy, but soft, leather straps for holding.
  • Casual Wear Clothes: Clothes for wearing everyday, anywhere!
  • Labor Wear Clothes: A set of clothes for when you need to do some actual work!
  • Gyaru Wear Clothes: Hor damn~ That's one hellova Gal-outfit you got there! For when you wanna... look... stylish? and... sexy?
  • Cute Dress: A cute, but as of yet unidentified, dress. Found and plundered from a chest in an underground crypt.
  • Stylish Hairband (Black): A hairband made from black fabric, by Sofia. It's very fashionable and Brandy loves it.
  • Minor Ring of Protection: An onyx-studded ring that offers a very mild and minor defense against most forms of damage. Obtained from defeating the Necromancer-gnome Vreznok.
  • Fur Scarf: More of a choker, really. Made outta white fur! Comfy and stylish.
  • Straw bedroll: The cheapest and most fundamental of bedrolls! Not very comfy or durable, but gets the job done in a pinch.
  • Cooking Pot: A small cast iron pot, for cooking. Can be filled with water, used to cook soup or stews! Or any other cuisine you may want. Comes with a handy lid too, and a ladle!
  • Cheap Knife: A knife of questionable quality. Looks a bit more lumpy than pointy, but it gets the job done... Maybe. Sometimes.
  • Flint stone: A stone, of the flint-variety. Useful for lighting fires. Or hammering things.
  • Rope: A length of sturdy, but frayed, rope. Never know when you're gonna need it, or for what! Exciting!
  • Bag o'Salt: Yup, that sure is a bag. Full of salt. Don't tear it.
  • Waterskin: A handy, corked container, for storing life-supporting H2O! ... Or any other liquid you might prefer.
  • Vegetables (x24): A bunch of assorted, unassuming vegetables. Includes carrots, potatoes, broccoli and spinach. Oh, and one white cabbage.
  • Wood Mug (x2): A simple mug, made outta wood. Smells a bit funky, but works fine. No risk of breaking it if you drop one either!
  • Wood Bowl (x2): A bowl, made outta wood. A bit discolored, but easy to wash and use. Doesn't break easy either!
    Pan Flute: It's a flute, used by pans. And many others for that matter. Cheerful and pleasant, but tricky to play.
  • Blanket: A white and black checkered blanket, made out of some soft material. Comfy and warm, and easy to wash too!
  • Small Iron Ring: This little thing can be strapped onto your hip, and used to hang stuff from. Like keys. Or tools. Or weapons... Or food!
  • Hand File: A key instrument for keeping your nails well maintained! And your hooves.
  • Comb of Bone: It's a small comb, made outta bone! For your hair. Or fur. We don't judge.
  • Hand Mirror: The smallest and most wieldy of mirrors! Very basic in design. Can be used to look at yourself! Or signal others far away. Or reflect sunlight onto ants. You sick, sick weirdo.
  • Sack o'Coins: A money-pouch. It now has a bit of coin in it.
  • Wooden Rooster Statuette: A small statue carved from wood in the shape of a rooster. It has the words 'Gnarlton General' scribbled on each wing. Its of no particular craftmanship or quality, but Brandy bought it as a souvenir and memento for her first visit to Gnarlton.
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