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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-04-12 01:31 pm

world # 5: faerun.









faerun.
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COMMENT SECTION:MOD QUESTIONS | EXPLORATION | WORK SUBMISSIONS
WORLD INFO:WHEN YOU WAKE UP | LOCALITIES | JUMP SUMMARY
AU INFO: AU QUESTIONS, CLASSES, RACES, STEP BY STEP CHARACTER BUILD GUIDE


When you wake up, you are in a room. It looks to be relatively well-decorated, rustic. The bed is comfortable, the linens clean, and the quilt is nice. You can hear the bustle of people outside. The city is beginning to wake. You do not have the opportunity to look into a mirror, or anything else: there's bang on the door.

"Oi! Breakfast is bein' served! Get your asses up or you're not eatin'!"

Coming outside the room reveals that you seem to be in an inn. There are dozens of rooms along the halls, and a massive eating space below. There are wall to wall tables stacked with food, drink, and people sitting down to eat. They may look strange and unique to some of you. There are people with elongated ears, talking dragon-folk, bird-people, and regular humans. It's a diverse crowd, boisterous and loud, laughing and joking.

Before you can really catch your bearings, a friendly dwarvish woman bustles past, calling over her shoulder: "Never been to Mirabar, have you?"

And, before you can really respond to her, your watch lights up.

A NOTE FROM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH.
"Oh, look at that! It worked! It actually worked! I can see . . . oh, look at you! You look fantastic! What a delightful world! I am positively green with envy!"

The noise from Astoria sounds delighted, and those who have experienced world jumps before will know that Astoria reaching out after the jump is a bit . . . unusual. Usually, she can't communicate -- and while the image is fuzzy, it is definitely there, and she's speaking rather quickly.

"I hope you enjoy your time in Faerun; the magic in that world is quite powerful, and it looks like a few of you are fitting in just fine . . . remember, find joy in the darkness, and please do your best to help these people! It seems like they just need a bit of fun. And don't forget, whatever you do, don't forget to-"

And then, the image cuts off.

Welcome to Mirabar -- a city full of magic, adventure, kayak racing, and quite a lot to do. The main central city itself, the capital, is a walled fortress, with a forest surrounding it, and a small cluster of villages outside of the walls itself. The Guard allows you to stray the perimeter of Mirabar, but anything further will get you a one-way ticket right back to the city gates. Don't worry, though! There is certainly plenty to do, both within the walled city and in the surrounding outskirts.




LOCALITIES.
Mirabar is a smaller city Faerun, but it has a rich history, a long-suffering head of state who employs adventurers on the regular, and the eager people here to meet you, employ you, and entertain you.

There are be taverns to frequent, inns to stay in, a guild to pick up adventuring jobs, farm work, mining work, welding work. The most desperate thing that Mirabar needs is for people to lend a hand. It may not be the most exciting job, but it will be appreciated.
The Silver Blade is an adventuring guild is operated by a plethora of folks, but the elvish woman at the counter seems to be the one in charge. A series of tasks will be available for you to take up, ranging from deliveries through dangerous parts of the outskirts of town, to slaying monsters. The woman seems to be willing to pay in coin, so long as you bring back what she asks for. She doesn't tolerate nonsense.

The Dusty Coffer is a tavern that looks to be rough-and-tumble, but full of good food, good drink, and good music. There’s a bard that lingers in the back who is willing to take on new students/performers, and can pay, too! You can get any range of fare here, and while it’s not a five-star establishment, the food and drink is delicious.

The Blacksmith’s Burden doubles as a mine and a blacksmith’s forge. You can put in a day’s hard work here and buy weaponry. On one hand, you can learn how to make your own stuff! On the other hand, you can totally just buy stuff. They also sell basic tinkering tools and other materials to forge your own equipment. The entire establishment is run by an eager young half-elf named Dillon. He's missing two fingers. It was probably an accident.

The Heroes' Hearth is the neighborhood inn, specifically designed to tailor to adventurer's! It is the main hub of where the Circle will be staying. You will need to pay for your rooms. They're cheap, but the keeper of the Heroes' Hearth (a delightful dwarvish woman named Hilda) is a strict mistress. She expects proper payment when payment is due! She is also a wonderful cook, and will feed you until you explode.

➜ There is a library, full of texts concerning the history of Mirabar and Faerun. There is also a fishing yard by the river. It is full of little boats and leather-strapped kayaks, which transport goods in and out of the city. There are also shops to purchase clothing, basic tools, and ingredients for spellcraft.

➜ It's a robust city with a focus on steel weaponry. You won't find a lot of magical weaponry, but you may get lucky at the Widow's Weep. It is a weird little thrift store run by an eccentric dragonborn who seems to have a lot of broken magical wares. They're cheap, but may not work correctly.
There’s a ton to do, and the people of Mirabar are inclined to help you get settled in (and also help you spend your money).



TASK BOARD.
There is a giant announcement board of sorts, in the center of town, where the patrons and workers in Mirabar can put up jobs for hire. Suspiciously, the task board seems to be centrally positioned outside of The Silver Blade, the adventurer's guild. Almost as if the guild wants to check out whoever is looking at the tasks . . .

All of the below tasks can be taken up by an unlimited number of people, so if you see a bunch of people signing up for a task you really want to play out - don't be discouraged! Also, remember to submit your work submissions to the appropriate thread on the OOC post.
THE SILVER BLADE: Adventurer's Guild.
↠ "The village neighboring our own has asked for our help. Predators taken up residence and have been attacking farmers and travelers. Beware, for they are wolf-like creatures, equipped with poisonous fangs and impeccable hearing. It’s your job to evacuate the village, take care of the threat and ensure that nobody gets caught in the crossfire. Need 2-4 Adventurers; the work is difficult. Will pay 100 GP per wolf head, 500 GP max reward."

↠ "The alleged “prison” in Darkwood hardly serves its purpose. A group of prisoners escaped, and you've got to put them back where they belong. Far from a surprise when thieves run this town. Just one prisoner will do, unless you’re desperate for coin. Be careful; they’re seasoned rogues and will do anything to escape your grasp. 100 GP dead, 500 GP alive. We would prefer the idiot alive."

↠ “A woman named Fionn lives across Blackwater Bridge — she needs you to deliver a satchel of love letters to a man who will remain unnamed. It’s a secret, you see. She would take them herself, but she her family is too prestigious for her to afford any...gossip. The journey will require you to go through the Nymph’s Forest, and they have a knack of casting mind altering spells. This will be a bit of a recurring thing, so try not to read them, will you? 50 GP for delivery, minus 5 GP for every love letter lost. No reimbursements for injuries."

↠ “There are a particular set of nasty creatures that are inhabiting the eaves in the nearby Temple. Ordinarily, I would tell the priest to deal with it, but he seems to be convinced that they’re of an evil nature. I personally think they are just bats, but check them out, will you? Apparently they spew some sort of acid. I would bring a coat. 5 GP per 5 sets of bat wings. Bonus 15 GP if you bring one back alive."

↠ “This is a bit of an unsavory task, but...if you’re willing to betray the law a bit, you’ll be rewarded appropriately. An aristocrat in Zledfield is in possession of a prized, ethereal jewel that once belonged to the Convocation of Witches and Wizards of our city. It’s incredibly powerful and enables one to harness any power they might desire with a single tough. But he’s stolen it, and we need to steal it back. Sneak into his manor and return to us safely. Try to avoid the guards. And the attack gryffons. And the mote. And the very man himself. 2500 GP available for the successful retrieval of the gem.”
THE DUSTY COFFER: Tavern.
↠ “Come hither, ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! Looking for the richest of riches? Put on a play that brings in the crowd. We were thinking, ah...what was it? Romulus and Judith? Or Hamlamb, Aladjinn, oh...whatever strikes your fancy. Just make sure it’s good! 8 SP per performance, plus tips!”

↠ “Hey. You hear about Rhug’s warning? The man who runs this joint? He’s been complainin’ about how the mead’s been going missing...well, I know you need the coin — not hard to tell from how you look. I’ve been selling it under the table for a steal, and let’s just say my pockets have been fuller than ever. You help me smuggle some out and you’ll get a good cut of my profits. 50 GP per load, cut in half if you lose some product.”

↠ “We’re always in need of bartenders and cooks, and our last cook enchanted our damn cutlery. It keeps singing and dancing in the kitchens, like it’s some kind of musical. Bards . . . anyway, we’d appreciate the help trying to tame them. Looks like singing along with them shuts them up for a time, but we’ve got to get food out sooner rather than later. 8 SP for a night's work, plus tips."

↠ “Some of patrons keep bringin’ their kids around here, but we can’t serve the little ones. But there’s no point in throwing a good customer to the wind, is there? We’ve got a big room upstairs. Babysit for the night and you’ll get something good out of it...we can negotiate. Reward is 8 CP per kid, plus a free round of drinks for you and your mates.”
THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN: Mining/Forging.
↠ "We’re in desperate need of ore, and the caves have got some sort of flying bat-things wanderin’ about… lady down at the Silver Blade says they’re just bats, but the priest has got ‘em too, and I’m tellin’ you, those fucking things aren’t bats. They melt your steel and everything . . . anyway, bring up some ore for us, and we’ll pay you in weaponry, if you like."

↠ “We’ve got a big order from the Council to make a bunch of decorations to throw up around the lamp fixtures, for the big festival . . .and we need a lot of painting done. Grab a brush and help us paint up these lamp posts in our colors, and careful not to mix them up! We don’t need bright yellow garish lookin’ stuff, alright? We'll give you some supplies and 5 CP an hour worked.”

↠ “Created a new sword fit for dragon slayin’. I want to see it in action — you mind using it in the local tournament comin’ up this week? Win and they’ll give you a handsome earning. Lose and well, you’ll still get somethin’ from me...a win win situation, ain’t it? 150 GP for winning the tournament, win-lose, you get the sword."

↠ "We've got rats. They're fuckin' everywhere. I'm thinking Rodrick had somethin' to do with it, pissed off that sorceress at the Silver Blade proper . . . anyway, I'll give you 5 CP per rat. I'll double it if you drop it off on her doorstep."
THE FISHING YARD: And surrounding areas.
↠ “Help me…! I’m a failure of a sorceress...my love potion fell flat. But my presentation is in an hour...if you could just — if you and a friend of yours could just...take a sip in front of the audience and pretend like you’re MADLY in love, I’ll pay you well! I promise! Both of you! And I’ll create any kind of potion you desire...the other ones work just fine, I assure you!”

↠ “I need some fisherman ready to catch The Big One . . . or that’s what I call the little bastard evadin’ me. It’s a big beauty, with rainbow scales and big teeth . . . I just want the meat, but I’ll give you the scales and teeth, plus treat you to dinner with a friend if you help me catch it!”

↠ “Boat races, boat races! We need to practice for the big race at the festival! We’re testing out a new type of kayak, and sure, it might have a few . . . buoyancy problems, but that’s what we need you lot to test it for, yeah? We’ll pay you 9 SP per ride, 1 GP if you win the race without sinking, and you get to test drive a new enterprise!”


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aeryn terra ( NPC ) | comments limited to 10 tag backs.

[personal profile] silvertouched 2019-04-12 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
the silver blade.
[ aeryn is a thin elvish woman, with a large amount of silvery-white hair, braids peaking throughout, pale skin, and silver-grey eyes. she dresses relatively modestly, with clothing that covers her arms, shoulders, and wrists, and she spends most of her time at the adventurer's guild, known as the silver blade.

she can be found there to ask questions about tasks; to get your coin; to offer pointers on where to go in mirabar; and to generally be standoffish and unimpressed with your general situation.

but should you approach her at the blade, she will speak, in a lofty tone: ]


Do you require something?
the blacksmith's burden.
I paid for this, in full, a month ago.

[ the elvish woman in the shop is remarkably out of place, in her silken clothing, amidst the dust and crime of the forge, arguing with a dwarven man who looks long-suffering at best, and irritated at worst. it seems he's used to the presence of the woman in his shop, who continues to speak, her tone icy: ]

A quiver of arrows, and a new blade -- I paid nearly double what's typical price, for your sorry --

[ and as she speaks, the ground around her feet begins to . . . crystallize with ice? and the dwarf looks a bit alarmed, as the air suddenly gets a bit colder, and aeryn continues her one-sided argument, seemingly unaware of the ice creeping along the ground.

save this poor man? ]


note: Aeryn is sullen at best, and may cease conversation with your character before the ten tagbacks. Better roll those sweet, sweet high charisma throws. ;) But don't be surprised if she ends the conversation prematurely. She's not a very patient person!
Edited 2019-04-12 23:31 (UTC)
formleg: (Only Asking Sheesh)

Hunk the Monk | OTA

[personal profile] formleg 2019-04-13 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
((Hunk's AU Info is Here))

A. Faerun First Run
[Hunk doesn’t remember getting into bed and its with a slow realization, as the banging intensifies, that he understands he’s gone through his third world hop. Did someone mention food?

He sits up, noticing right away that his bed and pillow seem larger than he would expect of what seems to be an inn or hotel room. At least that’s what he assumes it is considering he can now hear a lot of noise from below. Maybe they had king sized beds. Hunk gets off the bed and when his feet touch the floor he realizes that it might not be a king sized bed after all...
]

That’s not right...

[He backs away from the bed, turning to the door now. The door knob is just above his head. That’s...is this place like a world of giants or something? He rubs at his head, unknowingly making his messy hair even messier.

Okay, well, it couldn’t be all bad right? Whoever had come knocking had mentioned breakfast. He couldn’t stay in his room no matter what kind of world this was. It would be easier to deal with things on a full stomach.

He reaches up and opens the door, stepping out into the hall as a newly awakened gnome.
]

B. Outside of Adventure
[Hunk figured it wasn’t going to do him much good sulking about being short. It wasn’t really his way of doing things. Best to look on the bright side and it wasn’t like he was completely useless. Despite his size he felt oddly powerful and definitely nimble. Perhaps there was something more to figure out about this new form.

He decided to explore the new town, Mirabar. It was a busy place with lots to see and while it was a little scary having to dodge nearly everyone who was taller than himself, he did take some comfort in seeing other smaller races as well: dwarves, halflings, and even other gnomes. He could do this because, no matter what, he was still a paladin of Voltron darn it!

Distracted, he nearly runs straight into a pair of beefy legs. Hunk stumbles back and notices that there is essentially a wall of legs between himself and what looks to be a building (more specifically a certain task board).

With a great deal of futility he tries to stand on tippy toes to see.
]

What is it?

C. Paint by Numbers
[After a small (ugh) adjustment period, Hunk decided he wasn’t going to let his new height deter him from helping where he could. That’s what Astoria had said to do right? Changes aside, this world as above and beyond better than the last place. Hunk would take it...smaller stature and all.

When he heard there was a Blacksmith’s shop he’d decided that sounded like a good place to check out. He knew a thing or two about making things and a place like that was just going to call to him naturally. When he got there he noticed Dillon running around with various cans of paint, muttering under his breath about how he’s supposed to get all this done on top of preparing more weapons for the local tournament.

He nearly trips over Hunk as Hunk moves into approach. Luckily, Hunk’s fast and manages to dodge out of the way.
]

Sorry. Hi. Down here.

Hello. You’re new. Looking to buy something? I’m Dillon, little busy, but I always have time for a customer.

Uh...actually I was hoping I could help you out. Not by buying stuff, I was wondering if you needed any help around here?

Here? Oh ho. I could give you a list a mile long of what I need help around here. You any good with tools? Crafty things, yeah?

[Hunk nods and before he knows it Dillon is turning and rummaging for some paint and tools. He nearly buries Hunk in it, but Hunk manages to dodge everything...except the paintbrush. He picks it up, having to practically use two hands.]

We’ve got a big order from the Council to make a bunch of decorations to throw up around the lamp fixtures, for the big festival . . .and we need a lot of painting done. You get that done and then maybe we can see what else needs doin’.

[Dillon seems to notice Hunk’s plight with the supplies. He can barely hold the overly large paint brush, let alone the paint bucket which is half Hunk’s new size. Dillon switches some things out and finds tools more reasonable for a gnome.]

There. That outta do ya. The lamp posts needing paint are just out the door and to your right. Can’t miss’em.

[And that is how Hunk winds up on the street, staring up at the lamppost and wondering if he should have asked for a ladder.]

Crap.

D. Dusty Dusk
[After a hard day’s work, Hunk finds himself at the local tavern. He loved Hilda’s cooking that morning, but his goal had been to explore the town a bit and this place had seemed rather lively. After some difficulty navigating the crowd, Hunk managed to find an empty table and climbed into the human sized chair. He was, more or less, starting to get the hang of this now and was glad that his skills allowed him to be so nimble.

He placed an order, kicking his feet which he hadn’t been able to really do in a chair since he was a kid. He’s facing the door so when it opens and he sees someone he thinks he recognizes from The Circle, he jumps up in the chair and waves.
]

Hey! Over here!

[Standing in the chair may not help as much as he thinks. But it’s a good try.]

E. Roll for Encounter
[Have another idea to play out? Hunk will be exploring all over town so you can catch him just about anywhere. PM the journal or message me on Discord/Plurk]
Edited 2019-04-13 03:45 (UTC)
brodakota: (relaxed)

Agent North Dakota | Half-Elf Paladin/Ranger

[personal profile] brodakota 2019-04-13 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[A - Wake Up Wake; Closed to York]
[North's sleep is surprisingly a deep one. The past few weeks haven't been the most restful, plagued with nightmares and other bouts of restlessness, but it's tonight that he sleeps through the night. And he dreams, though upon waking, he couldn't tell you what about. He just remembers warmth and light mostly. And a voice, Pelor he seems to know somehow, calling for an oath.

But he doesn't recall that until later. For the moment he is waking up and is vaguely aware that the bed seems more comfortable than usual. Enough that he almost wants to role over and sleep in, which is odd since he's usually an up an at 'em sort of person. But the raucous sounds wafting up and the light coming in through the window are making that difficult. Which brings up a new question. The temple isn't usually that loud.

Finally waking up properly, North opens his eyes to find himself in a very different room. This was not where they were so there must have been another world jump. He would, really, like some warning when those happen. He doesn't have his armour this time but at least he has his watch.]


York? Where are you, man? I think we jumped worlds again.

[B - Hail and Well Met; Network]

[North is so glad they have the watches. This is going to make this so much easier.]

So uh, good morning, I guess? Hope everyone is...adjusting. This is, a new one, for me.

Got a few questions.

First...does the name Pelor mean anything to anyone?

Second...[And there's a bit of a pause because he's trying really, really hard not to laugh] ...Is it normal for tieflings to scare themselves with their own tails? Literally asking for a friend here.

[C - Wake Up and Get Yourself to Church ; Exploration]
[Needless to say, it's been a wild morning. New world jump, new form, new a lot of things and North just needs to take a walk and clear his head, get a few things in order. He doesn't have a destination in mind per say, but it would be good to get a sense of the world they're in now. It certainly seems more friendly than the last one. And he'll gladly take mission directives of Have Fun!

But taking stock. So far he can handle being in a weird, fantasy-dungeons and dragons-rpg type world. And he thinks he can handle this whole half-elf deal. Ranger even, makes sense. He thinks, though it might require a bit of research. It's Paladin that he's stuck on. He's never been the religious type and it's kind of weird to have been selected by a deity. And he can't say he's really sold on the whole Oath deal as well.

It's probably unsurprising that his wandering takes him to a temple, though it's hard to say if that's intentional or not. But now that he's here, he might as well take a look, right? Ask someone?

Except for the part where he's not. He's just standing outside, considering.]


So, uh, is there a protocol to this?

[D - So this gnome named Craig posts a list ; Task Board]
[This is another thing that North can handle. Missions make sense and so he's looking to make some money. That seems to be the best thing to do at this point, especially if they need a place to stay.]

I was just at that temple, so I think we can handle a few bats? But I wouldn't mind checking out outside the city, if you want to go?

[E - Wildcard]

[Feel free to set up your own scenario or contact me at [plurk.com profile] urbaninja if you want to plot further]
thedarkbond: (origin mage)

Ren Suzugamori | Changeling Sorcerer (Draconic Bloodline)

[personal profile] thedarkbond 2019-04-13 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[a: wake-up call]

[Ren is not a morning person at the best of times, so his initial reaction to banging on the door is to make a grumbled objection of some kind and then roll over. But then he feels something sharp on his person jab into his bed, and he starts upright rather suddenly as he remembers the situation they're in.

He doesn't go out just yet, because just a glance at his hand is enough to tell him that it's a mix of colourless flesh and hard black scales, some of them jutting out to small and rough points as they go up his split, draping sleeve that seems almost made to show them off.

It's only when he reaches the mirror that he realises exactly how featureless he is right now, and he tilts his head slightly, thinking about how it looks compared to what he's used to...

...and as he thinks of what he's used to, his form starts to shift back to his normal one, but still with the black scales. Ren blinks briefly at the sudden change - and then he smiles, short and sharp. This looks like it might be fun to mess around with later...

For now, though, he sweeps out into the bar area, waving a hand to the bartender to get some food and immediately sliding merrily onto a bench next to anyone who looks remotely familiar. Other than the armoured robe (and weapons, because he'd woken with two daggers and a crossbow that had somehow felt natural in his hands here) and hard black scales that creep up his arms and up around one side of his face, he pretty much still just looks like Ren, airy demeanour and all.]


This is a pretty interesting kind of place, isn't it? I wonder how everyone else is looking~

--

[b: out on the town]

[It doesn't take Ren much experimentation to figure out that his form shifting abilities don't shift his clothes, so he's going to need to at least get some basic alternate outfits if he doesn't want to be completely obvious in abusing his powers. That, and it's definitely worth exploring some of the other shops they have here.]

(i.)

[Clothes are definitely the priority, and as such, Ren might be found poking through some of the more basic clothes stores, looking for relatively cheap burner robes that he can just throw on if he really needs to pretend he's a different person. He's holding a few of them up to his person as if he's just shopping for additional clothing, though, occasionally glancing towards anyone who walks in with a slight, apologetic smile.]

I guess sizing is going to be hard here, isn't it...?

[Alternately, later on, one might instead encounter an elven-looking woman with a rather eye-catching figure, pale hair and dangerously long fingernails. She's currently wearing a rather simple robe, but it seems like she's looking for something that fits her shape a bit better.

Ren knows the value of visual appeal, whatever form he might be in, and the woman bites her lip as if she's having trouble deciding.]


Ah, there's really too much... [She snaps her fingers at someone else in the vicinity, then waves a hand to gesture them over. The body language doesn't match Ren at all, because he's good enough at shifting personae even as a human.] Yes, you, I find myself in need of a second opinion. I don't suppose you could help?

(ii.)

[Ren can also be found investigating the Widow's Weep, because even if they're weird and broken, the possibility of random magical items is too good a lure to ignore once he notices the eclectic stock. He's looking kind of doubtful at some of the available options, though, currently watching a teapot that looks like it's meant to be self-pouring, but keeps occasionally just turning itself entirely upside-down in a way that would be extremely painful for anyone standing under it if it actually had any tea in it.]

I feel like some of these people didn't look after their stuff very well...

--

[c: task board]

[It's possible to find Ren at the task board with some regularity, considering he can figure why they're here considering the enthusiasm with which people are treating newcomers...and also he has powers right now, so why not use them? He won't hesitate to approach anyone who looks like they're eying off a job, lacing his fingers behind his back with a cutesy sort of manner despite his...general kind of creepy looking appearance with all those sharp black scales.]

Do you need a hand with something on here? Most of these look like they need two people...

["Nemain", the elven woman persona, can also be found at the board every so often, arms crossed and one long nail tapping her forearm as she looks at the jobs. Ren managed to find a robe and some armour at that nice line between functional and revealing enough for him to take advantage of, so she's a bit more fittingly dressed now, and one hand curls around the strap of her pack as she glances back towards the others around the board.]

I've found something good, but I need a partner. Can I count on someone's assistance here?

[[This is essentially a quest wildcard, as Ren/Nemain will be pretty much willing to do any of the listed quests except maybe the stolen mead one. If you'd prefer to skip the task boarding section, feel free to reply with which quest you want and whether you want Ren or Nemain, and I can write you a starter! Or write a starter yourself if you want, I'm not picky.]]

--

[d: wildcard]

[[Ren (and Nemain) are definitely going to be getting around a fair bit and trying to nut out the town's economic situation so he can help out a bit more knowledgeably, so feel free to hit me up for anything else on the OOC post, the Discord, or at [plurk.com profile] reviseleviathan!]]
dadandgone: (Suspect)

Maes Hughes | Shifter/Bard

[personal profile] dadandgone 2019-04-13 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
A | Network - Voice
[The voice you hear sounds a little frustrated, especially for first thing in the morning.]

You know, it’s things like THIS--this transformation business--that would be good information to provide in the future. Once again, I thought we were being given a decent heads up of what to expect. And then we get to the next world and I’m reminded that no, she never gives you the full idea. There’s always a twist.

[There’s a huff.]

Sorry, you all don’t need to hear my grumbling first thing. On a related note, did anyone else wake up a little different? I’m about to head down for Breakfast to check things out and I wanted to give you all a heads up that I might not look like myself…I’m honestly not even sure where to begin with a description.

B | Breakfast Beast
[Sitting at a table tucked away in a corner is a rather hairy gentleman fiddling with a pair of glasses. If you watch him for a bit, you’ll notice him bring them up to his face, squint through the lenses, and then put them back down.

Maes Hughes was just a normal, average human at one point. And then he died. And then Astoria brought him to the temple and gave him teleporting powers. And now it seemed that the game had changed once again. He was a wolf-man now, a Shifter. It was taking some getting used to and for some reason it wasn’t the elongated canines or claws or even all the new hair. The hardest part right now was processing the fact that while he was here he wasn’t going to need his glasses.]


Bizarre. Just everything about this is bizarre.

[It isn’t just his eyes though, all of his senses seem to be sharper, clearer. So even before Hilda reaches his table with a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon, he’s looking in her direction. She doesn’t even flinch when his eyes flash yellow. Maes can appreciate a woman who’s probably seen an awful lot of shit.]

Thank you.

[She leaves and Maes starts eating, pushing down the urge to scarf it up like his more beastly side wants to. His ears twitch and he looks up, a piece of bacon dangling from his mouth, spotting you. He snaps it up quickly and holds up a hand.]

Hey, you’re up! Care for breakfast?

C | Exploring en Route
[Astoria had said there would be a wide variety of races and Maes was just now beginning to appreciate just how different they all were. While it was true that most were human or very close (elf or dwarf) there were those with appearances just as strange as his own, if not stranger. He wanted to learn as much as he could here and that meant making his usual pilgrimage to wherever they would store information, in this case the library.

Maes wasn’t in a rush though, he strolled as casually as he could in this new body. It was strange not having to wear shoes for instance, but his feet were more paw like -- longer and more padded. Even if he had wanted to he wasn’t sure his feet would fit in comfortably. As he walked he made a mental list of what he would look into: the Shifters would be a good start, the general history and lore of this place might be another, and of course learning about what other races populated Mirabar.

It was going to be a long day to say the least.]


D | Playing Cupid
[If there is one thing most people have learned about Maes by this point, it’s that he’s a sucker for a good love story. His own is pretty good and any time he can support the blossoming of more romance he’ll take it. So it’s no wonder that he carefully selects the missive from Fionn to deliver love letters. He makes sure they are secure and heads in the direction he’s been told is the Nymph’s Forest.

The real question is, how did he convince you to go along with this?]


E | Tavern Time
[After a long day, who doesn’t want to unwind at a tavern? Maes buys a drink for himself and will of course treat any of his friends (or maybe newer faces of the Circle) to a drink as well. Perhaps it’s the drinks or maybe it’s just the fact that Maes has been carrying this lute on his back all day and hasn’t really thought about why, whatever the case Maes kicks back from the table and casually begins plucking at the strings. He’s actually a little impressed with himself because he usually doesn’t think he has musical talent. What surprises him even more is that his claws are even able to pluck the strings, but perhaps they are acting a bit like guitar picks at this point.

The bard that had been lingering in the back immediately perks up, crossing quickly to Maes. He invites him to join in a performance. Maes smiles, standing up.]


Sure, why not. Let’s really liven this place up.

[The other bard grins and Maes follows him to an area that’s a bit more open, clearly intended for performance. This could be another way to make some coin for sure.]

F | Cast the Die
[Want something different? This is open to any other ideas or threads you want to pursue with Maes -- including taking on a different mission than the one given in Option D. Poke my post on the OOC thread or message me on Plurk/Discord if you want to hash something more specific out.]
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Klan Klang | Genasi Barbarian (Earth)

[personal profile] traumaplate 2019-04-13 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[a: wakey wakey]

[Klan doesn't usually need to get shouted out of bed, so she sits upright immediately as soon as she hears the banging on the door. And then realises, on that note, that she hasn't banged her own head against the ceiling despite the fact that this room seems to be proportioned to human size and not her own size.

Scrambling out of bed, she passes by the mirror and then stops, briefly, before she has the chance to step outside. It's...bizarre as hell to see herself looking like this, honestly, but it's something she can worry about later when there's not someone yelling at her to eat before she loses the chance.

She strikes a noticeable figure when she steps out into the bar - she's more like seven foot in this form than the ten she's been at the temple, but her skin is made up of a layer of stone akin to raw celestite, opaque white and pale blue-grey patches mingling across it. Her long hair in its four tails are still recognisable, though, even if her headband has changed itself into a wrapped purple scarf made of some kind of light material like chiffon, as is the blunt way she approaches anyone who looks like they might be in the same situation as her here.]


Hey, so, mind explaining what the hell is going on with this place and why we look like this? [And why she suddenly has a huge axe slung over her back, for that matter, but first things first.]

--

[b: out and about]

(i.)

[Being that Klan is from a warrior race anyway, and she only feels more settled into the feeling of being a warrior here, it's inevitable that she ends up finding her way to the blacksmith. It's kind of tempting to buy a nicer axe, but she doesn't want to burn all her money almost as soon as she's gotten here, and she has to admit that she's finding the blacksmithing process kind of interesting.

It's enough that it takes anyone else in the shop getting close to her to distract her from the sight, starting slightly and glancing over to them.]
Oh, what, did you need something? I was kind of...well, I've never seen weapons like this being made before.

(ii.)

[Weirdly enough considering the impression Klan gives off normally, her next stop on her ventures around the town is the library. If she's meant to be working in this place for the next month or two, she'd like to know a little bit about it and what she should be expecting to deal with. So while the lack of computers is annoying, she's definitely not unused to the old fashioned way of just grabbing a stack of books and pushing on through.

She might've forgotten how dicey book stacks can get, though, and anyone browsing the shelves is liable to get a ridiculously tall pile of books toppling towards them when the balance of Klan's stack inevitably slips.]


Shit, look out--!

--

[c: task board]

[This sort of picking up of odd jobs is something Klan is somewhat used to given her career as part of a somewhat mercenary military force, and she lets out an almost relieved sigh as she reads over some of the listings. Economy isn't really something she cares about, but this sort of stuff she can deal with.

If anyone else comes up to the board, she'll turn her head to them and nod in greeting.]


You need some extra muscle for something, I'm open for it. This kind of thing, I get.

[[This is a quest wildcard - Klan is up for basically any quest that involves fighting or protecting, though she can probably be talked into most of the others as well! To skip the task board section, feel free to reply with which quest you want to do and I can write a specific starter, or you can write one when tagging in!]]

--

[d: wildcard]

[[For anything else, feel free to hit me up on the OOC post, Discord, or [plurk.com profile] reviseleviathan!]]
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MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF | TIEFLING BLOOD HUNTER (as always)

[personal profile] mollymocked 2019-04-13 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
𝐚. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 (𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧)

[When Molly wakes, he almost believes that he's in the Leaky Tap back in Zadash, save for the fact that he's on the bed and not the floor where he usually sleeps when he shares a room with Fjord. The fact that the half-orc is nowhere to be seen hurts his heart a bit, especially given their last parting, but Nott's words about him and the others being safe allows him put that out of his mind, throw back the blankets, and prepare for the first day of a mission that he can actually get behind.

When he reaches the bottom of the stairs, you can't miss him. He's shamelessly flirting with the owner, tipping her with a gold from his purse for both conversation and access to stronger ale. He flits from table to table, bothering locals and people from the Temple alike with his childish delight at being somewhere that could have been taken straight out of Exandria.

By the end of breakfast, he's gathered extra bacon up in a napkin and shoved it at someone passing by.]
Here. Stick this in your pocket. You might need it.

[And no one tell Beau that he's preaching the gospel of pocket bacon in her absence.]


𝐛. 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 (𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧)

[Molly's Astoria-granted ability means that he has no real need of weapons most days, but upon arriving here, it's come to his attention that he's going to need something. The gold in his pocket is more than he generally had in the circus but a lot less than he had with the Mighty Nein. It's enough to purchase one scimitar, but he'll have to come back for the second. He'll just... avoid taking any fighting jobs until he has both. He hates being unbalanced.

As he exits, he notes anyone from the Temple coming in as he's coming out and follows them in. Molly overpays intentionally and knows what he's getting, but other people are rubes and might get cheated.]
So. What's got your eye, friend?


𝐜. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫)

[The taverns are where Molly thrives, of course. Here's where he can be found between jobs, spending what money he doesn't need for room, board, and necessities on drinks. He tips well and has been known to buy rounds for just about anyone. In fact, as soon as someone he recognizes from the Temple walks in, he looks up from his position on the bar (yes on the bar where he was just doing a jig or something equally performative before he was interrupted), and lifts his tankard.] A round for my friend there! They look like they need it!


𝐝. 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 (𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞)

[Of course Molly is going to be lurking here- he looks like Macklemore's closet collapsed on top of him in general. He browses the wares with eccentric glee, poking at everything. He'll end up buying a lot of useless trinkets and maybe a new set of Tarot cards but there's so much that could be so much more. If only he had Caleb around.

As he eyes some suspiciously fancy looking trinkets, he turns to another person who's browsing and says:]
Don't suppose you can cast Detect Magic?


𝐞. 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐫 (𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝)

[And, of course, Molly hovers around the task board. This option serves as a WILDCARD for any tasks, particularly the monster fighting ones. Molly's willing to try anything, except babysitting- you're on your own for that one.]
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killua zoldyck | hunter x hunter | tiefling + rogue/fighter cross class

[personal profile] trypanophobic 2019-04-13 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
a x 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓵
[Killua wakes up much more peacefully than he did when he first was taken from his own world. he opens his eyes, blinking slowly and sleepily, and realizes this isn't the room he fell asleep in. given the information he's gathered since meeting Astoria, Killua isn't startled. however, when he goes to rub some sleep crud out of his eye, he is indeed surprised by the state of his hand—it's... purple, for one thing. and his fingertips become a bit darker towards their tips, in a gradient, topped with long, sharp, black nails.

he sits up suddenly, eyes wide, and inspects both hands frantically, flipping them upside down and palm side up over and over. he rips off his blankets, and notices his cloven feet.]


Ah!! Am I a demon—?!

[he leaps out of bed (with a stumble, because what the fuck are hooves), frantically searching for a mirror—and is momentarily distracted by the weight and suspension of a new limb. he lets out another sound of surprise, and grabs his long tail. it's thick towards the base. curiously, with a series of blinks, Killua wraps his own tail around his wrist. he's kind of surprised by how easy it is to control. he slowly uncoils it, testing the strength of the tail with subtle movements in timing as he does so. he then gives the floor a hard whip, and jumps from the crack of it. it hurts, but it's pretty cool. he smiles a little.

back on track, Killua continues to seach for a mirror. he finds one, by the door, small and slightly high for his height. straightening up as best as he can, as he can't exactly get on the tips of his toes, Killua gasps again, slapping his little claws against his face. he has no pupils, or irises. just prestine, eerie white. he blinks. he can see perfectly well, and he can see his eyeball roll when he tries... there's just no visible indication that he's specifically looking at anything that isn't incredibly subtle.]


Whoa... Cool.

[then someone knocks on the door. Killua, with some unexplainable hesitation (probably he just isn't comfortable in his body, which is his first line of defense), approaches. when the dwarven lady loudly exclaims breakfast is ready, Killua winces, and realizes he's pretty hungry. she tells him, for some reason, to take care in his participation.

when he comes downstairs for the food, the myriad of steely, distrustful gazes illuminate her implication perfectly to Killua. he really must be a demon, because people sure are looking at him like he is, some even shielding their portions. which, what does it matter? it's free.

Killua inperceptively rolls his eyes, and begins to load his plate, but only after he stuffs a small bread roll into his mouth to start. whatever.]


b x 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓫𝓸𝓪𝓻𝓭
[by now, Killua has learned he's called a tiefling. he doesn't like the clothes he woke up in, and has spent some time punching and rolling about in whatever private clearings he can find, as well as his room before his departure, trying to get accustomed to his altered form. the general gist of things is perhaps not as alarming as it should be; Killua likes RPGs, and has even been enlisted in a real life one in his own world. so physically participating in something like this doesn't feel unfamiliar—unfortunately, it means that Killua is treating actual people like game NPCs. he might need to realize this is a type of reality. he's aware, just not so actively, yet.

Killua has been peering about the town, talking to random people, who mostly are tight lipped out of disgust or disquietude. but some have talked; their responses are what's made Killua surmise initially that this isn't actually a game. annoyed by the general willful uselessness of the people around him, Killua decides he'll just get to work, maybe. he'd heard something about an adventurer's guild, and he eventually finds its task board.

so he's standing here, curiously scanning all the fliers—those available to his credentials as an interdimensional transplant as far as he can tell, anyway. he holds his chin, tail idly swaying, some folks pointing cold stares at him. maybe you recognize him? after all, aside from the weird limb stuff and weird skin, he has the same general body shape, hair, height and weight!]


c x 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓮𝓯?
[Killua eventually ducks into a tavern, walking in as silently as he can, he coils his tail around one of his skinny bovine calves. he feels like in taverns, people are usually more lubricated to share information. also more lubricated to attack, but Killua isn't concerned about that. he wonders what it'd be like to kick someone in the face with a hoof!

after some cautious surveying, he's motioned over by someone talking about Rhug... Killua's posture straightens with interest. it makes sense that a tiefling would attract shady business, he supposes. he crosses his arms, smiling, tail lifting.]


Sure. But you gotta convince me that you're good for your end. I realize you're probably approaching me because of my race, but I wonder if you're often in the business of propositioning kids my age if you aren't hoping to take advantage of them.
Edited 2019-04-14 05:38 (UTC)
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Mettaton | human/bard

[personal profile] glitzandglamour 2019-04-13 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
A. AWAKENING; form over function.
[When Mettaton wakes, it's with a gasp. When he jumps to his feet, he feels the impact of the floor against his bare feet resonate throughout his body in a way completely foreign to him. Running out of the room is fortunately on autopilot, but once he sees the dwarvish woman retreat down the stairs, Mettaton backtracks into his room.

He goes for the mirror. And there he stares, afraid to prod his features for fear of waking himself. His reflection depicts a form he could scarcely dream up on his own, one that takes his imagination and fleshes it out into something real.

So he's late coming downstairs to the plentiful breakfast. But when he does, it's with full bravado. He's scarcely dressed and jumping from the landing, clearing the entire staircase and somehow landing without a hitch. (Maybe.) Mettaton's absolutely beaming, and when he speaks, it's loud, proud, and to everyone who can hear.]


I'm a human!! I didn't think it was possible... Just draw your gaze to my magnificent new body!! [He cups his own face, astonished, before running his hand through his non-synthetic hair. He does a spin on the ball of his foot before taking a breath.] I don't know how it happened, but I—— ...

[Mettaton has to take a moment to inhale, ruining his thought. Good show! With a new organic body comes understanding what needs to happen for it to function, and he's not used to breathing. This is gonna be a learning experience... But perhaps he's not alone: plenty of his fellow circle members have gone through a transformation as well, and not all of them are going to be as thrilled as he is. Time to work through it together?]

B. SILVER BLADE; high stakes. (task)
[Somehow or another, your companion on this mission to steal back a precious gem is a bard. Smells like Mettaton, the least stealthy person to come to mind. Enjoy the ride.

Standing on the outskirts of the manor, Mettaton locks eyes with his new partner-in-crime, a fiery determination burning within. He raises a piece of what appears to be resin, pinched between his fingertips. Someone came prepared.]


Bear with me, darling. You're turning invisible for a while! You'll make it look lovely. I have faith in your irresistible qualities as an invisible being.

[Irresistible qualities, such as not having any to speak of. He presses the gum into his palm with a smirk before continuing.]

While you take the straightforward path for the jewel... I'll do all of the dirty work. I'll persuade the guards into allowing us direct entry... before capturing the heart of our aristocratic thief! So? What do you think? Anything to add before we flawlessly snatch our prize?

[Seems Mettaton's dedicated to earning big money. More than that, he might be excited to put his charm to use.]

C. THE DUSTY COFFER; performance. (task)
Oh, you're here to join me in my performance...?

[It doesn't matter if that's the case or not: he noticed somebody close, and is eager to rope them in. He's had plenty of experience being a solo act, but his body language suggests he's open to this development.]

That's a brilliant plan! I know. How about I work off of YOUR talents? What's worth the pay to you, gorgeous?? Impress me with your ideas!

[Deliberately he mentions the pay, in case money drives ambition. For all of those characters less enthused about standing in front of an audience, but banking on this ridiculous personality to pull them through. What will it be? Acting? Singing? Playing the part of a sad tree while Mettaton performs a soliloquy? He waits for an answer.]

D. THE FISHING YARD; love spell. (task)
[The sorceress refers to Mettaton's "friend," but really, anybody passing by may have been mistaken for that. As soon as she completes her request, Mettaton's quick to rope his arm around the shoulder of his companion. (Stature providing. If this isn't feasible, he'll offer a heartfelt hand.) With a charming smile, he motions to the sorceress in reference to her request.]

Well? Do you think you could fall MADLY in love with me for a spell? A tall order when your partner's as gorgeous as I am. Oooh, just imagine. Enemies who find themselves met face-to-face in front of a crowd. We drink this potion, only to find that instead of fated rivals, we're star-crossed lovers!

[Mettaton rolls his eyes, amused, before straightening back up.]

Haha. Think of it as a good way to test your acting skills against mine! We'll do it. Won't we, darling?

E. OTHER. [There are a wide variety of other things Mettaton can do. For one, he'll be up for assisting with anything at the task board, especially the more money it nets. You can also find him shopping (and talking down prices); performing at the tavern (which could be singing, acting, dancing, interactive "game show" type things, he's a lot); after doing a performance; at the tavern drinking for the experience of it (Oh God); admiring himself in a mirror (probable); conked out in inappropriate places due to human exhaustion... the list goes on. Hit me up on the ooc plotting post or through [plurk.com profile] smaaaaash if you want a custom prompt, or simply toss one my way.]
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Konoha | suddenly-not-centaur human druid

[personal profile] lumberlady 2019-04-13 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
01. The Heroes' Hearth | Two Leg Surprise

[Konoha hadn't been looking forward to the next world jump. After the Horologium, after Akvos... She was dreading the possibility of another place too far outside of her imagination for her to function, for danger and for fear... So when she wakes up in a bed, in a somewhat normal looking room, with someone saying breakfast is ready... She feels somewhat cautiously optimistic.

Until she pushes the quilt off her body to reveal two human legs.

Anyone passing outside of her door on their way to the promised breakfast will hear the results.

A shriek of surprise... and a loud series of bangs that happens to be a newly not-centaur tripping, floundering, and falling on her face out of the bed.]


02. The Dusty Coffer | Babysitting

We really just have to help out around this town... ?

[A young halfling ("so cute and small!") on one hip and a young dragonborn ("so cute and scaly!") on the other, Konoha helps reign over the taven's makeshift nursery with whoeever else picked the least dangerous quest of them all, kicking a ball across the floor to keep a game going between some toddlers she's arranged into a makeshift circle even as she asks.]

It seems kind of too good to be true, but...

[It's okay to believe it, right? Right?]

03. The Fishing Yard | Love Potion Disasters

[She hadn't actually planned to pick up one of those "quests" today. She kind of just wanted to look around the city. It was different from her world, far more stone and steel than wood and earth, way more crowded and full of so many different shapes or people, but... it wasn't as foreign to her as those metal and "modern" worlds.

But the sorceress looked so desperate, and they were here to help, that's what the witch had said, right, so...

Looking about, her helpless gaze falls on... a team member. Help???]


04. Nymph's Forest | Letter Delivery

[You met at the task board, and in the spirit of cooperation and safety first, Konoha was more than willing to team up. Mind altering magic didn't sound great, after all, but... delivering letters of love? That was a worthy cause, right? Just because of your family you have to sneak around? That was awful...

Still, there is something a bit ominous about the forest... and it isn't how it looks that's telling her that. She can feel it... Which is. Wow. She's still not used to this whole... druid thing, even though she somehow is used to it? Okay-]


Nymphs are just... like the gods of trees, right? Trees have no reason to be mad at us, I hope...

05. WILDCARD

[If there's a few hits already on the other prompts or you have a different idea, feel free to tag me with whatever or hit me up at Konoha's plotting comment! She looks the same as usual from the waist up!]
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Firo Prochainezo (human sorcerer)

[personal profile] foundafamily 2019-04-13 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Task Board]

[Firo wakes up feeling much the same as he always does; even the experience of suddenly being burdened with knowledge not his own isn’t exactly new to him. But that doesn’t make it welcome, so he avoids thinking too hard on his new skills, instead setting out around town to get the lay of the land.

His eyes rest on the final quest, and he frowns. He doesn’t have much room to talk when it comes to laws and morals, but--]


Seems to me like if you wanna steal something, you should do your own dirty work. Honestly…

[He shakes his head in distaste and looks at the person next to him, clearly expecting their agreement because he’s right, you know.]

[Around Town]

[Eventually, Firo does decide to try testing the waters with these new skills. He starts small, figuring that that presta-digi-whatever spell sounds harmless enough, if nigh-impossible to pronounce.

Even if you don't notice the weird guy kind of mumbling to himself as he figures this out, you may notice when a torch right by you suddenly bursts into flames.

If you're distressed or annoyed by this, Firo doesn't seem to have any immediate concern. Instead, he tilts his head at you and asks, like you're the expert here:]


Did it work?

[Dusty Coffer]

[In the corner of the tavern, you can find this Circle member taking over a corner table to offer games of chance to the patrons and, yes, you. The trappings are much simpler than what he’d have in his casino—only some dice and decks of cards—but it’s something.

When there’s a lull, Firo scans the room for anyone who might look like they need something with which to occupy themselves. Even if you don’t look like you have interest in playing, as soon as Firo meets your eyes he’ll tap a deck of cards or a set of dice on the table.]


Take a seat.

[Wildcard]

[ooc: Feel free to toss something at me or hit me up to plot out something else!]
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Ritsu Kageyama | aasimar warlock/sorcerer

[personal profile] guiltycharge 2019-04-14 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[A: in town]

[Whatever and whoever's business you're minding right now, it's hard not to take a little notice when a boy's head pops out of a window immediately above you. It may be simply that you recognise him - though he woke up with a coppery tinge to his skin and light grey eyes, Ritsu's characteristic look of quiet yet intense annoyance is almost as good as a nametag. It may be that you're aware this building belongs to the Silver Blade, and the room up there isn't generally open to the public. It may even be the, you know, bright bluish-white halo framing his face from behind, shoulders and messy hair included.]

Did... [Hold on, gotta pull his dark blue hood back over his head so that both the halo and his frustrated expression vanish from sight.] Did a bird fly out of here just now?

[The bird in question is a sparrowhawk. Maybe you've seen it, maybe not; it sure didn't want to stick around if you did.]


[B: in town]

[The sun begins to set on another strange day in Mirabar, and on the cloaked figure crouching right at the edge of a roof that overlooks an alleyway. His hood makes his shadowed face hard to read, but the small crossbow in his hand is less ambiguous: he's looking out for something down below.

From his watchful silence, it seems like he thinks he's well hidden up here. From the crates of this and that stacked up against a wall just across the way in preparation for the festival, it seems like it wouldn't be too difficult to prove him wrong...]



[C: forest]

[There's barely a trail through this part of the Nymph's Woods, and only the weakest of sunbeams manage to trickle down through the thick canopy. Knowing that, you might have decided that two pairs of eyes on this love letter delivery quest were better than one. One way or another, you wound up doing it together.

It's not that Ritsu disagrees, necessarily. Any kind of borrowed power is less trustworthy than the person or thing that lends it, that's just common sense. He isn't even completely certain why he's finding this little escort mission so draining on his patience. If he thought too hard about why his fuse has felt shorter ever since the Horologium, he'd have to think about, well, that. He'll process it eventually, just... not now.

Still, it does mean that the sooner they get this over with, the better. At a fork in the tracks, he beckons with the arm not currently occupied by his weird judgmental bird.]


It's this way. We're following the stream.


[wildcard]

(hmu! plotting comment, PM, [plurk.com profile] blitzente, discord ping, whatever works!)
Edited 2019-04-14 00:11 (UTC)
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inej ghafa | aasimar cleric.

[personal profile] wraithes 2019-04-14 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
the dusty coffer.
[ inej ghafa, the aasimar cleric, is loud.

the plate mail gifted to her by who knows what makes an odd clanking sound, as she walks. and she also has a mace in gauntlet'd hand, which is quite the comical image, to those who know her as the typically silent and stealthy wraith. that being said, she looks much the same as she always did, aside from a faint glowing in her eyes, which have shifted from a deep brown to a yellow-ish hazel.

she makes her way toward the tavern, intent on tracking down someone she knows. but in the end, inej sighs and sits at a table in the corner, dropping her mace unceremoniously on the table with a large clunk. and, under her breath: ]


Saints forgive me for whatever I did to deserve this.

[ she is an unhappy rogue-turned-cleric. ]
boat races.
[ a few days later, though, inej is dressed in relatively normal clothing -- her classic darker rogue-esque clothing, after a brief shopping trip. and she's lingering near the fishing yard, her eyes bright -- curious, and once she steps out onto one of the kayaks, she's quickly put to work in the races.

and, if she sees you? ]


I need a crew!

[ with a quick wave, beckoning you over, with a grin -- clearly, the most animated she's been in awhile. ]

Are you free?
wildcard.
[ want to do a task with inej? want to hang out with her? or generally crash faerun? need a cleric for your task? she's available! find me on discord or plurk, or PM me! ]
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Ruby Rose | Changling Wild Magic Sorcerer

[personal profile] clickclickbloom 2019-04-14 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Dusty Coffer/Network]

[The connection opens to Ruby sitting in the darkest, most shadowy corner of the tavern. Her hood is drawn up so far that it's covering half covering her eyes. There's also a glass of milk on the table she's sitting at ...In a dirty glass!

She stares looks to the camera a she chews on a toothpick.]


Adventurers... Are you in need of aide on your quest? A kitten stuck in a tree? Bats or rats that need exterminated? A party to throw? Dragons to slay?

Look no further! Ruby Rose, Sorceress Superb is here to help. For a small fee or high five I can lend you all the lightning blasting you need!

Contact me here or find me in the spookiest corner of the tavern. If you can't tell which one that is it's the one with the girl in the red hood sitting in it.

[Temple Trouble!]

[Ruby leans against her staff by the temple. She glances between a paper where she had jotted down some notes about the trouble going on here.]

Okay, Bats. ...Right. I'm not seeing anything here.

[She glances around curiously for a second. Then lets out a sigh.]

Did I get the wrong address or something?

[Wildcard!]

[Feel Free to toss anything up here or get a hold of me on the OOC post.]
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kaz brekker | tiefling rogue | ota

[personal profile] ketterdamned 2019-04-14 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
WAKING UP
[ when he wakes up, it’s with a bit more whiplash than he’s used to. he’s been through world jumps. he knows how off it can feel at first. but this, this is different. this is off-putting. because he opens his eyes and sees the wooden slats of a ceiling and his gut says the slat, a lurching, overwhelming feeling coming with it.

but it’s not. it’s not ketterdam, it’s not the slat, it’s…something else. somewhere else.

he gets up quickly and leaves quickly, not quite taking the time to realize what all has changed so much that it has changed. he’s in new clothes - not his coat - but they are still black. still fitted. he moves through the busy tavern space and tries (a little desperately) to notice what is different. there are no guns, no clean-cut coats, none of the more modern pieces he would normally find. everything seems rougher, older, and kaz reminds himself this is another world.

it’s outside the inn that kaz realizes he left his cane. that while his gait has been tilted, slightly, there wasn’t a need for the actual support of it. he comes to a stop to look, noting the leather boots, the belts, the bags, but then something…else.

is that a tail?

( the answer is yes. it is a tail. and horns. his skin is also white. tiefling time??? )

but what most others will probably see is a white tiefling, dressed in sleek black clothes, having some kind of existential crisis in the middle of the road. ]
DUSTY COFFER
[ kaz breaker very soon finds himself to be a regular at the dusty coffer, and there is a chance that no matter what day it is, you’ll find him there in some capacity. it only takes a day or so before kaz has a table (a corner spot, his back always to the wall). there is usually, if not always, a drink - though you’ve never seen him take a sip from it. there is little pattern to his appearances there - sometimes it is the morning, sometimes the evening, where he will quietly and with a kind of familiarity move through the throngs of rowdy patrons to his seat, which is always, always empty. whether or not he’s paid off the staff or something else, it is always that way.

unless, of course, you didn’t get the memo. to which you will have a not pleased tiefling stalking towards you. he does not look pleased, either. ]


You’re at the wrong table.

[ otherwise, he'll be settled at that table. talking to a variety of people who come up to him, talking in hushed tones, looking...probably vaguely sketchy. if you're brave enough, feel free to approach. you never know what you might find. ]
WILDCARD
[ my plurk is [plurk.com profile] disarmingly if you want to come at me!!!! or just wildcard a scenario and i can roll with it! ]
Edited 2019-04-14 21:25 (UTC)
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Vex'ahlia ➵ Half-Elf Gunslinger (+ bear)

[personal profile] moneytwin 2019-04-15 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
♥ AWAKENING ♥ [Locked to Percy]

[ Remaining at the Temple couldn't last. They were aware something was coming, that they'd all be whisked away to somewhere new. Vex had simply hoped that there might be at least some prior warning before they were all briskly deposited somewhere new.

But at least the bed was comfortable, and she wasn't alone either, stirring in the arms of her husband as a loud knock at the door and even louder voice made the call for breakfast. The soft snores of her bear past the foot of the bed was also reassuring, even with a renewed undercurrent of worry for his health now at the back of her mind at all times.

Propping herself up on one elbow, Vex blinks, taking stock of the situation before gently elbowing Percy and rolling free of his arms as she sits up. Fenthras was deposited across the room on a table. ...further away than she'd like, actually, but in spite of this instinct has her leaning down the side of the bed to where her clothes had been deposited, absentmindedly fishing for something. A thick belt that she pulled up and onto her lap, newly implanted habits working fake muscle memory to run her throw the process of checking over her two holstered..

..pistols?
]

...Darling? [her voice is deceptively light, immediately awake and pitched unusually high] Are you awake yet?


♣ BREAKFAST ♣

[ Some initial confusion, careful deliberation, and a quick doffing of clothes later, Vex can be found at one of the long tables, her clothes of excellent quality but minus the armor and coat she'd been granted as part of her ensemble. That could wait until after some rather excellent breakfast foods that she hadn't realised she'd been missing.

Gods be good, this Faerun place felt...well, not quite like home, not with the absence of Vox Machina, but close enough that it could have been a destination on a well overdue vacation. Minus the requirement to follow through on some jobs, of course.

Any familiar faces, or those looking less-so and very much in need of reassurance, will earn a tip of Vex's tankard their way.
]

Nice of you to join us all. Plenty of seats about. [she motions to join her, before she turns in her seat, smiling over at the dwarven mistress of the inn.] Another plate, please, Hilda. If you'd be so kind!


♦ MIRABAR TOUR ♦ (shop till you drop)

[ It had been after discussing, and attempting to haggle down room prices with Hilda, that Vex had realised that Astoria's gift was absent. No free gold, was it? Well, it wasn't as though she were incapable of bartering things down to a far more acceptable price before Astoria collected here for her world hopping, universe saving mission!

Vex did want to acquaint herself with this charming town and its ever so familiar throng of humans and dwarves and tieflings, oh my. This is one of the first worlds with plenty of shops to visit, and thank Sarenrae for that! So it is that she explores, mentally charting the streets and eyeing up stalls and their prices as she goes. She's reminded of Westrunn, busy and bustling but not the metropolis that was Emon. She felt entirely like herself, save for that odd knowledge of firearms that had once been Percival's domain alone. She of course looks capable and fabulous, and who wouldn't walk tall with a bear at their back?

At some point, her head turns as she catches sight of someone out of the corner of her eye, or perhaps the sound of coin drew her your way. In any event, there's soon a slight tap on your shoulder before the half-elf leans in, and peers at what you're looking at. There's so much to catch one's attention here, after all.
]

Found something you like?


♠ LV.5 ADVENTURE TIME ♠

[ The downside to guns is that ammo is expensive, which means Vex'ahlia is loathe to put in too much practice so soon. Whatever knowledge she was granted at least means her shots probably won't go wide too often, but she'd really rather not waste things. And unlike arrows, she can't just pluck out bullets afterwards.

Unfolding the map she picked up on the cheap from the market, she frowns thoughtfully.
]

So we've got wolves somewhere over here, or those acid-spitting bats reported in the Temple and down in the mines. Here, and..ah, here! What sounds like a good warm up to you?


☻ WILDCARD ☺
[ Go for it! My OOC event info can be found here. ]
Edited 2019-04-15 02:04 (UTC)
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Keith | Half-Drow Druid

[personal profile] lonered 2019-04-16 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ 1a. Wake up call (CLOSED TO SHIRO) ]

[Keith opens his eyes, waking -- though it's strange somehow, not like waking up so much as shifting from one state to another -- with a bleary sort of consuion. Shiro is still close by and that's comfort enough. The commotion outside the door has him frowning. That's not... Oh. This isn't the Temple at all, is it?]

Takashi... [He reaches out to set a hand against Shiro's arm, sure the other man is already waking up after all that noise. It's then that he stills.

Something is different.]



[ 1b. Waking up (OPEN) ]

[Sometime between the first few confused moments of waking and Astoria's message, Keith gets himself out into the inn proper only to bodily flinch and hiss at the sun spilling in through the window. His eyes. What the hell. No, he's not a fan of that at all. He retreats away from the direct sunlight, finding a shadowy spot to perch and look around.

He hasn't gotten a good look at himself yet, hasn't gotten to fully take in his new half-drow nature: the blueish gray skin and pointed ears, the vibrant purple eyes that are currently displeased at all the light. But he knows something is different.

This is...]


What the hell is going on.

[That's what Keith has to say about that.]


[ 2. To the task board! And Beyond! (OPEN) ]

[Keith is looking at the various postings from underneath his hood. He may only be half-drow, but he's all not thrilled about the sunlight. He'll cope. But he is grumpy about it.]

So... guess there's some choices. [And to anyone who happens to be nearby.] I don't suppose you want to buddy up?

[Some of these quests seem better suited to teams, after all. Though he adds,] Maybe not boats though.


[ 3. Swords and well, mostly swords (OPEN) ]

[Keith may be a druid in this place, but that doesn't mean he could pass up looking into the blacksmith and the weapons they make there. The chance to try out a fancy sword and get some practice in, well he can't pass that up.

And before the contest starts, well,]


Hey. Don't suppose you feel up for sparring? I don't want to go into the tournament cold.


[ 4. Hungry like the wolf (OPEN) ]

[Keith has discovered how wild shape works. So that explains the wolf who is trotting around the outskirts of town looking for all the world like he's having the time of his life. It doesn't explain the very unnatural looking, larger, vaguely glowing wolf with him. But in fairness, the cosmic wolf is confused that the human he usually follows around has gone and turned himself into a wolf too. The space wolf is confused. But he's going along with it.

And Keith, Keith is making the most of the whole being-a-wolf thing. This is great. He'll just... be a wolf for a while.

Sorry if he happens to jump out of the brush in front of you and startle the hell out of you. The cosmic wolf is right behind him.

Please don't attack either of them.]



[ 5. Wildcard ]

(( hit me with something else! or hit me up at [plurk.com profile] seasided ))

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Ikaruga | Elf of Valenar Ranger

[personal profile] elegant_and_proud 2019-04-16 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
A. Shopping trip

[Now that they're not on a poorly supplied ship, Ikaruga is eager to buy a few supplies. Some useful, and some for personal enjoyment.

The most useful items on the list include a large canteen and a sturdy leather bag. She's bought herself a couple of changes of clothing, and a jar of trail mix - nuts and dried berries. After her time on the Horologium, she's decided to try to ensure that she's got a backup food supply in case things become desperate.

The next items are considerably less practical - especially for someone who's not even a bard. A few blank journals, some ink, paper, pencils, a simple paint set with brushes. Now she's eying a small harp and a lute, and turns to a nearby fellow Circle member.
]

I can't decide between them. Which would you choose? The harp or the lute?

[Hey, she's stiumlating the local economy, okay?]


B. Silver Blade: Adventurer's Guild: Looking for group

[Being here in the Silver Blade brings back memories of home. It makes her a little homesick, but nostalgic as well. There's a slight sadness in her smile as she looks over the jobs.

She's hunted monsters as a career within her mage guild back home. Even with this new form and her abilities changed yet again, it seems that some things remain constant. Line of work, and that pink hair of hers.

Noticing another Circle member looking over at the task board, she approaches.
]

Pursuiing the wolves, the prisoner, or the gem appeal the most to me. Do you have a preference? It seems prudent to work in pairs or as a small team in an unfamiliar land.



C: Blacksmith's Burden, dragonslaying sword

[She may have gained the skill to shoot a bow, but she never lost the skill to artfully wield a sword. Only the magic that her swordsmanship enhanced.

At the moment, she's practicing with the new blade outside in an open area on the edge of town when she sees someone approaching out of the corner of her eye.
]

Well made, is it not? I wonder what the other comeptitors in the tournament will be like.


D: Dusty Coffer, the show must go on

[The jobs from the task board and entering the tournament have more promise for earning some substantial money, and she can only hope that Astoria doesn't pluck them away before she has the chance to buy more supplies.

Putting on a show, however, is more for personal entertainment than for anything else.
]

What sort of play would you prefer? A tragedy? A comedy? A romance?

[Bring it on. She's going to have fun with this and that's that. Whatever her co-star(s) want to get out of this is up to them.]


E: Wildcard!

[Don't like any of the above options? Hit me up with something else entirely!]
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Shiro | High Elf Druid

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-04-16 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
1. Wake up, wake up. [Open]

[After getting his bearings, he steps out of the inn. It feels like stepping onto a space station for the first time. He doesn't recognize any of the races.] ...incredible.

[His heart speeds up and a grin spreads across his face. He hasn't felt this excited for a world in a while. His senses tell him someone is behind him and he steps out of the way with a sheepish grin.] Sorry, sorry just...getting my bearings.

[He glances around and adds.] It's an incredible place.

2. New skills, same old job. [Open]

[The village had called for aid. He'd read over the task and went out to help without a thought of payment. This is what he used to do and helping people directly is...that's payment enough for him.

Shiro presses his hand to the ground and glances at his companions.]
Okay, if you lead them this way I can bind them with plants. There's a chance they'll get free but that's a few more seconds to turn the tide.

[He doesn't have the feel for the magic that he has for flying. But like any skill he's been practicing it daily.] Once we're at that phase I can help in other ways.

3. Paw full of troubles. [Open]

[The Blacksmith had put out a task and Shiro had answered it. Catch them rats? Not a bad way to spend a day. It could give him some time to practice his new skills. That's how Shiro ended up crouched low to the ground in the shape of a black panther.

He stalks silently along the edge of a wall. His whiskers twitch as he breathes in. Rats have a distinctive smell. It makes them easy to follow but. There's a lot of them and they've been pretty busy being rats. He grimaces and flattens himself to the floor. He lashes out with his front paw in one swift strike.

Unfortunately, the rats decide to fight back in a swarm. He jerks back as they surge out of their hiding places. He looks like a cat that got swatted on the nose. Shiro brings his other paw out in a slash but there's a lot of rats. Maybe that's when you come in. Or you could come in after as he retreats a little further down the haul and swats at them again.]


4. Weasel out of it. [Open]

[What's a good way to keep a bunch of bored kids entertained? The answer is simpler than you'd think and a little unorthodox. Tag. Hide and seek. Simple matching card games are all fine. Even tossing a small ball back and forth.

The difference? He does it as a weasel. It's a little harder to pick up cards as a weasel but, he gets the trick of it with the help of the kids. They take to having their furry guardian with enthusiasm. He's small and easy to pick up. Now if only he could write.

Or, one can find Shiro sitting cross-legged and telling the kids stories. He takes out the scariest bits but they will likely sound familiar. They're all stories about the Circle.]


5. Wildcard
[Hit this up with an idea, or come prod me with an idea first over at [plurk.com profile] skyheron.]
Edited 2019-04-16 04:41 (UTC)
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Zero | High Elf Cleric

[personal profile] absolutevalue 2019-04-17 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ awakening ]

[ The knocking startles Zero out of his sleep, making him automatically go for his weapon. ... But the z-saber attached to his thigh didn't seem to be there. Actually, not even it's holster was there, which leads him to land on realization upon realization. Thankfully, among those is noting that this was another world hop, and apparently this one was ... very different compared to the previous one.

For starters? He was very much not a robot anymore. Not even a little. He had to take a few moments to just stare at himself in the mirror, not certain how he should be feeling about any of this. Or what to make of the long ears or how pale-looking he was. Was he sick or something. What is this.

Eventually, staring into the mirror loses it's novelty, and he finally heads downstairs. Walking past all the food and drink - after pausing for a moment to look absolutely bewildered when he realizes he can smell things now - Zero ends up leaving the inn and leans against the outside wall of it to ... stare at his hand for a while. He's got quite a few thoughts running through his head about what he's supposed to do, or if this body was like a human's or not, what his limitations are like this compared to his original self, and all sorts of things.

... But on the outside, it looks like some rail-thin, pale high elf cleric with blond hair almost as long as he is tall is completely spacing out, staring at his hand outside the inn. What a weirdo. ]


[ task board ]

Killing wolf-like creatures, huh ... Doesn't sound difficult.

[ He could do that in his sleep. ... If he weren't a cleric right now, and therefore squishier than he's even remotely comfortable with. It takes him a moment to realize that after mumbling out loud to himself, and now he looks even more permanently annoyed than usual.

He's about ready to grumble and find something else to do until he hears someone next to him. Looking over right away - and unfortunately, still looking rather irritated - he addresses whoever it is. ]


You ... I need a partner for one of these missions. What are you capable of?

[ Not the friendliest means of making new connections, but Zero's not particularly good at that anyway and knows it. ]

[ wildcard ]

[ Got a different task or subject matter you wanna thread about? Go for it if it's nothing super in-depth. If it requires more planning, feel free to PM me on this account or throw a message my way on discord at kyio#0344! ]
Edited (things i shouldn't do while half-asleep: create top-levels) 2019-04-19 00:49 (UTC)
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Yuya Sakaki | Kalashtar Bard

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2019-04-17 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[Arrival]

[Somehow, going to the 'blacking out and suddenly arriving somewhere else' doesn't get any easier the second time, not even when it happens during his sleep. He almost feels like he's in a dream, staring at clothes that aren't his and some sort of weird guitar--lute? Must be a lute. And something just feels a little weird, like his face and off and the floor is a little farther away when he stands than before.

He trudges out wearily, but even with the demands to get down for breakfast it doesn't stop him from trying to navigate to a bathroom first to wash his face. He finds a smaller decorative mirror first, though, and that's where he stops and starts looking himself over. He looks mostly the same, his eye and hair color are there and he's human-looking. But...]


Is my nose pointier?

[Task Board]

[This is what they're here for, so Yuya doesn't waste any time looking over the available options after eating and having a moment to orient himself. Some of them catch his attention in particular as something he can accomplish: racing boats, babysitting, painting lanterns, delivering letters and, to be daring, collecting ore around acid-spitting bats.

He points to one of them as he glances over to someone else perusing the board.]
I'm thinking of taking this one... why don't we work together?

[Street Performance]

[When Yuya's business with the taskboard is settled for the day, there's a couple hours during dusk to look around down and try to spend the coin. He has no interested in weapons, so it mostly goes to his board, food, and maybe snooping for trinkets around the tavern.

So instead he chooses to take most of the time off to pluck at his lute (still in awe that he can play it) and make some music. And when he gets a couple onlookers, he realizes he can make a stage of his own here.

That's how he gets himself on the edge of a fountain in the middle of a cross-section, singing and playing cheerful tunes. There's nothing out for tips, because he's doing this for free, and the real rush is the way that people stop and watch and clap every time he finishes... what aren't actually compositions of his own, but adjusted pop songs and some Japanese folk songs from his home.

The ability to make music didn't come with the ability to write music, but it's fine. Nobody local is going to recognize a bunch of modern pop songs strung on a lute.]


[Wildcard]

[For all other shenanigans.]
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Nikolai Lantsov | OTA | Half-Elf Bard

[personal profile] sturmhond 2019-04-18 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
i. THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN - A SONG OR THREE (ota)


[ He'd woken up with newly pointed ears, and a surprising arsenal of spellcraft in his locker. He also has a dulcimer and a pan flute, neither of which he's played before today, and yet it seems he's a master.

Well, he says master. He's never been able to carry a tune when he whistles, and the instruments appear to have inherited that problem. Still, it's all a matter of taste. When you hear him play, you might want to cover your ears, but you'll feel strangely bouyant and inspired all the same. You'll even heal faster, and the odd person will get infatuated with him. The lives of bards are very difficult.

Still, it probably won't bother you as much as it's annoying the blacksmith whose ear he's bending. The man seems at his wit's end.
]

I'm not letting you try to bloody charm the rats out of here. Just kill them, can't you! Bloody bards, I can't be doing with you -

[ Nikolai is unrepentant. ]

But they make a fine audience! I really think there's no harm in trying. Then we can talk about that dragonslaying sword of yours.

[ Zoya would kill him if she heard that. That's if she doesn't kill him for his pan flute playing first. At any rate, he's here, sitting by the Blacksmith and playing the worst versions of typical Ravkan sea chanties that you've ever heard. But at least you'll feel better for hearing them, yes? ]

ii. BOAT RACES - SHIPWRIGHTING (ota)


[ Thanks to the very neat little Disguise Self spell, Nikolai's pointed ears are no longer a problem. Nor does he need to worry about being recognised as the King of Ravka. Instead, his blond hair has become red, his nose looks like it's been broken several times, and his hazel eyes have turned a startling green. Oh, and the pointed ears have vanished. He looks ever so human, and he's crouched on top of a kayak that's barely managing to stay above the waves. He appears to be in deep negotiations with the fisherman who'd lured him here in the first place. ]

I appreciate the sentiment, my good man, but this beleaguered hull won't finish half the race, much less win it. Frankly, you're lucky I came along. No no, I'm a bard of many talents. If you could fetch me whatever tools you have on hand, and refrain from touching that dulcimer, we'll have this fixed before you know it.

[ He sends the grumbling fisherman off, and then happens to catch your eye. He stands up, waving his hand to get your attention. ]

You there! I could use an extra hand. I'll give you half the winnings, once we make her seaworthy that is.

iii. THE SILVER BLADE - BAT HUNTING (closed to Zoya)


[ Nikolai, looking very much like himself - plus the pointed ears - again, has his dulcimer balanced over one shoulder, and his other hand on the pommel of his sword. He's talking cheerfully to an unreasonably beautiful woman, and trying to convince her to plod through bat guana in the name of justice.

Or at least in the name of doing some good around these parts.
]

The Temple is full of them, apparently, and you have to admit they'd make for excellent target practice. All we have to do is clear them out, and bring one home for examination. She's almost completely certain they're bats, but the Blacksmith did grumble something about acid. Nothing we can't handle.

[ He grins brightly at her, eyes full of hope. ]

So. Shall we?

iv. CREATE YOUR OWN


[ Prompt Nikolai! I'm available on plurk for plotting at [plurk.com profile] halfbloodly ]
Edited 2019-04-18 01:31 (UTC)
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simon jarrett | human warlock

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-04-19 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
i. AWAKENING: you may need to restart for this update to take effect

[ Simon wakes like he’s been splashed with ice water, and actually felt it. Astoria’s image is so bright, and her voice so loud, but her words still go distant and faded at the edges against his actual no-shit blood roaring in his ears.

The way he’d existed on a cortex chip had done its best to mask the insurmountable dissonance, to make him feel like like he was breathing, like he heard from ears and spoke from a mouth and like panic came with a beating heart. Otherwise he’d have gone insane, according to Catherine, from the sheer incompatibility of his mind and body. But there was only so much it could mask, and he preferred to exist as practically a ghost, acknowledging the perpetual wrongness as little as possible. After 16 months as a walking sensory deprivation tank trying to ignore his own existence he must have gradually forgotten how much human there wasn’t.

In the traditional panic attack fashion, he feels everything way too much and also nothing, heart drumrolling against his ribs and hands numb (not the usual numb, just Terribly Malfunctioning Human numb) and white-knuckled on the side table, looking at his face for the first time in a year and change.

Simon spins away from the mirror and opens the door. He’s wild-eyed, jaw set with stifled panic as he stops on the landing overlooking the tables of the inn, which is surely not the perfect place for a foot-traffic accident with everybody else who emerged from their room freaking out because they woke up in a different body. There’s joy in there, somewhere, too, but he’s too busy desperately buffering to appreciate it.

He woke up with the inexplicable arcane knowledge to deduce, when it starts, that he’s responsible for the horrible, anachronistic security-alarm noise coming out of his room, but he just got done being a haunted diving suit with a fishbowl for a head and now he’s in an inn in the Shire, apparently, so he’s too preoccupied to consider these things.

But hey, it’s a cantrip, so there’s only 57 seconds left on the song of his people. How long can one minute be? ]

i-b. NETWORK: contact your administrator

[ his voice sounds weird, bouncing around inside his skull. He was human a lot longer than he was a robot, but you’d be surprised what you can get sorta used to.

He sounds short of breath. ]
Hey, anybody?

[ One might wonder why an appeal to your dream, while you’re inside it, would solve the mystery of whether or not it’s a dream, but in Simon’s experience this would be the first thing to not work right if this wasn’t real. But it goes through, so he adds: ]

Can you hear me? Is this real? Am I really loud right now?

[ spoiler: yeah a little. ]

ii. INN: restore system files and settings

[ ... or, alternately, you can find Simon downstairs later, annihilating food like a nasty wolfman.

his expression is half vaguely obscene, half maybe about to legitimately cry. He will stuff his face until the God of Dungeons as well as Dragons personally comes down to tell him he’s not getting any more human bodies to prematurely die in.

this prompt isn’t even good but he’s fuckin earned it so here it is ]

iv. JOB BOARD: start task manager

[ If you were to track Simon’s expression while he reads Fantasy Fiver’s list of offerings, you could almost pinpoint without reading along exactly when he gets to a “and then bring me their heads” one.

That’s just unnecessary.

Nevertheless, his newfound sense of geek invincibility motivates him to cut a sidelong look at whoever else is perusing the task board. Between the newbies and some of the group growing tails and turning rainbow colors, they may or may not be recognizable as a Circle member, but their answer to his question will probably clear that up. ]


So, what can you do?

v. WILDCARD: do you wish to continue?

[ give me another thing or hmu at [plurk.com profile] honchkrow or pip#3216 on discord to hash things out!! ]
Edited 2019-04-19 13:47 (UTC)
flask: (or if you get none)

veth brenatto ( major spoilers for critical role c2 )

[personal profile] flask 2019-04-20 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
THE DUSTY COFFER.

i. drink

[It's funny, how you can all but give up on something. The longer Nott stayed in the Circle, the more she believed she may never be who she once was again.

And then she woke up, five fingers and toes, brown skin, she touches her cheeks and they are round, her body is the same height but heavier in a way that makes walking awkward for a couple of steps... And then she remembers how it feels to move in this body.

A halfling named Veth, restarting her collection of button themed handmade jewelry, wearing Nott's usual roguish outfit minus the bandages and mask, happens to be making herself the center of attention at the bar.
]

HEY EVERYONE! CHEERS TO BEING OURSELVES FOR A DAY!

[She raises her tankard of mead into the air and a few similarly drunk patrons join in.]

ii. task

[It's pretty clear Veth is dressed for sneaking, so it's no wonder she was approached to help this rando embezzle booze for a split of the profit. Honestly, she would do this for free. If "free" meant payment in alcohol. But hey, coin is pretty useful as well.

She's managed her way into the back room of Rhug's establishment, but she's reached a bit of a predicament. She's a little... little to be carrying around any of these heavy, human-sized barrels of liquid alone. Which hasn't stopped her from attempting by any means.

She's almost lifted one, but then she starts to stumble.
]

Oh shit—!

THE SILVER BLADE.

i. task

[Gods, this is low-paying work compared to what she's grown used to in recent months. Prior to Astoria, that is. Still, one can't get by stealing everything, and saving Alfield from those gnolls was one of the Mighty Nein's more... feel-good adventures.

So saving some no-name village from venomous wolves shouldn't be too hard really. She just needs someone to help her do it.

And she can't just waltz up to Molly and be like, hey, everything you knew about me was a lie, so she's lowered her standards a bit and is now assessing random passersby on the road near the guild hall.
]

No... Doesn't look like they can hold a sword. Hmmm...

Wait—! You!

[And now she's accosting someone. Don't mind the halfling woman covered in button jewelry and thrusting a crossbow in your direction.]

Have you ever killed anything before?

THE LIBRARY.

i. spellbooks

[There is someone she still hasn't forgotten. She may be Veth again, but the moment the library catches her eye, she can't help but wander in, almost in a trance.

The association between libraries and her boy are so strong now. He would have loved to see this place, and she tries to imagine his reactions as she drifts through bookshelves. Her fingers trace the spines of the books.

Nothing for wizardry, as usual. He would have found it familiar in its disappointment. But he did like history as well.

She pulls one title at random, one that seems to be at least magic adjacent in its content, and finds a shadowy corner to crouch in and start to flip through the thick tome.

She doesn't have much patience for reading academic texts. There's a lot of squinting and furrowing of brows. She certainly doesn't look like she's enjoying herself, yet she refuses to put the thing down for some reason.
]

ANYWHERE.

i. wildcard

[Hit me up with anything. We can plot beforehand on Plurk or on my plotting comment on the announcement post here.]
alto_saotome: (Earring 1)

Alto Saotome || Aarakocra - Fighter

[personal profile] alto_saotome 2019-04-24 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
THE SILVER BLADE: Adventurer's Guild.

↠ A woman named Fionn lives across Blackwater Bridge


[ The last thing anybody would ever expect was probably to wake up with wings on his back. However, that was exactly what happened to Alto. He was a .... bird.

They had their perks, like it would make doing certain tasks easier. That was why he accepted the assignment of delivering letters.

This was just a delivery job. How hard could it be? He could fly which would probably make it a bit faster than doing it on foot. He was also not in the least bit curious to know what was in those letters either. Well, with the exception of when he would have to go through the Nymph's forest. ]


In and out. How hard can it be?


THE BLACKSMITH'S BURDEN: Mining/Forging.

↠ "We’re in desperate need of ore.


[ It was not good enough. His armor was just not good enough. Not only was it uncomfortable, the aerodynamics was also wrong. He was determined to correct it. He wanted to fly higher and faster but it would be impossible with the design he had now.

With a pen and paper he found in his room, he already had a design in mind. It was all very theoretical though, but he would be willing to take a chance. Unfortunately, he also knew that the ore on his current armor was not enough either. He needed something lighter but stronger.

That was why he was at the Blacksmith's now. Unfortunately, in exchange for what he needed he was going to have to work on it. It was a suicide mission by the looks of it. There was little information about the creatures and the only information they had was that they were dangerous. However, the ore he needed was potentially there.

He really had no other choice. ]


THE FISHING YARD: And surrounding areas.

↠ “Help me…! I’m a failure of a sorceress...


[ How did he get himself into these situations? He had said no --- at first. But somehow that no turned into a maybe. Before he knew it, he agreed. Maybe the sorceress should think of a career change. She might be an awful sorceress, but she probably would make a lot of money in advertising or marketing. Se could sell anything.

Pretending to be in love. He had played that role before, but he just wasn't sure if he could play it again as a birdman.

This was fraud. He knew it was fraud and that made him a bit uncomfortable. It also didn't make him feel any better to know that this was hardly consensual for the other person too. ]


I'm sorry you got dragged into this. You can still walk away.


WILDCARD:

Contact me on Plurk if you have any other ideas. I am game for anything.
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