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Graded [Frontier] Dunes & Dervishes: An Empire of Sand
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Maxxob
The Overseer
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
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Koralia watched in awe at the dunes and hills of sand. It was her first time being in such a place. Who would ever imagine an aquatic beastkin traveling through the desert? The extreme temperature bothered her slightly, yet not enough to bring up complaints. Not that the shark was one to complain, no. She was the type who grinned and dealt with.
In addition, she wasn’t one to shy away from a new challenge. A new place such as that would probably mean she could very well come to clash swords with creatures she would never have the opportunity otherwise. New opponents, ready to be crushed… and then devoured! Of course, she would never miss the chance of trying out new cuts of flesh. Who knew what sorts of animals or creatures they come across?
And, to top it all off, there was that delicious looking morsel Koralia had met: Mad Maw. The gnoll was sure unique: eccentric, chaotic, so different from others she had met thus far. That had piqued her interest in Maddy quite a bit. And, uncharacteristically of her, she was planning to savor that hyena-shaped treat with deliberate slowness, to be sure to not miss any of the nuanced tastes she might possess.
Still, the mercenary would pick up on the information given by the elf, Roost, knowing it to be essential. She was not one to be unprepared in an unknown terrain. With beads of sweat forming all over her form, her eyebrows raised a bit as the elf talked about the desert ‘swallow fools whole’. “Hah! Guess dis desert is just like me!” Her rumbling, deep voice was followed by a sort of chuckle, a voracious grin being present on her mouth. “Refractadon? Uhhh… ain’t never eaten one of those.” She would shrug, wondering how they would taste like.
Eventually, she would be in the last wagon, with a very interesting amount of privacy. With Mad Maw at one of her sides, her Zweihänder resting against the seat on the opposite one, she would easily notice the gnoll scooting closer to her. Caring little about formalities, the shark extended her arm, wrapping around Maddy. Her gloveless hand, because of the heat, falling upon the gnoll’s outer thigh, caressing it up and down.
“No need to mention it, I’m glad ya invited me to dis trip.” The boisterous shark said, giving the gnoll’s leg a tentative squeeze, threatening for a moment to move her hand to Mad Maw’s inner thigh, only to return where it was. “Heh, I was done with them weaklin’ bandits anyway… uh?” Koralia would watch as she began searching for something and producing a canteen. “Ya a thoughtful one, I like dat. Yah, I get really, really thirsty.” Giving Mad Maw a grin, she accepted the canteen with her free-hand, bringing it to her mouth.
She would take quite a few deep gulps of water, droplets of the liquid escaping from the corners of her jaw, trailing down her neck and chest. Her bestial gaze would turn towards the dervish, staring at it, admiring its ferocity almost in kinship. Only to return towards Mad Maw as began explaining her plans a bit better.
“Ruins? I’ve met some fellow by the name of Valen who said to be an expert in those… hope it ain’t that complicated…” She commented, rememberin’, but not quite understand what the adventurer did in the ruins besides killing whatever was inside of them. “... The Siren Stone…sounds like somethin’ worth lots. Perfect adventure indeed…” Koralia’s mouth formed an ‘o’ momentarily, as the Mad Maw sat on her lap, a serrated grin widening from side-to-side on her mouth. The shark’s arm would shift, arm now wrapping around the gnoll’s waist. “Mostly off the land, ya. Sometimes, I visit butcher and such… oh… OH… ya gotta a really long tongue. Ya like to freak folks, huh? Sometimes, I like to surprise dem…” Narrowing her eyes, she would pull Mad Maw against her slightly and, soon enough, the gnoll would feel a distinctive pressure against her underside, Koralia giving her a knowing grin and look.
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
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Armes New Kingdom - Suikoden V
Koralia watched in awe at the dunes and hills of sand. It was her first time being in such a place. Who would ever imagine an aquatic beastkin traveling through the desert? The extreme temperature bothered her slightly, yet not enough to bring up complaints. Not that the shark was one to complain, no. She was the type who grinned and dealt with.
In addition, she wasn’t one to shy away from a new challenge. A new place such as that would probably mean she could very well come to clash swords with creatures she would never have the opportunity otherwise. New opponents, ready to be crushed… and then devoured! Of course, she would never miss the chance of trying out new cuts of flesh. Who knew what sorts of animals or creatures they come across?
And, to top it all off, there was that delicious looking morsel Koralia had met: Mad Maw. The gnoll was sure unique: eccentric, chaotic, so different from others she had met thus far. That had piqued her interest in Maddy quite a bit. And, uncharacteristically of her, she was planning to savor that hyena-shaped treat with deliberate slowness, to be sure to not miss any of the nuanced tastes she might possess.
Still, the mercenary would pick up on the information given by the elf, Roost, knowing it to be essential. She was not one to be unprepared in an unknown terrain. With beads of sweat forming all over her form, her eyebrows raised a bit as the elf talked about the desert ‘swallow fools whole’. “Hah! Guess dis desert is just like me!” Her rumbling, deep voice was followed by a sort of chuckle, a voracious grin being present on her mouth. “Refractadon? Uhhh… ain’t never eaten one of those.” She would shrug, wondering how they would taste like.
Eventually, she would be in the last wagon, with a very interesting amount of privacy. With Mad Maw at one of her sides, her Zweihänder resting against the seat on the opposite one, she would easily notice the gnoll scooting closer to her. Caring little about formalities, the shark extended her arm, wrapping around Maddy. Her gloveless hand, because of the heat, falling upon the gnoll’s outer thigh, caressing it up and down.
“No need to mention it, I’m glad ya invited me to dis trip.” The boisterous shark said, giving the gnoll’s leg a tentative squeeze, threatening for a moment to move her hand to Mad Maw’s inner thigh, only to return where it was. “Heh, I was done with them weaklin’ bandits anyway… uh?” Koralia would watch as she began searching for something and producing a canteen. “Ya a thoughtful one, I like dat. Yah, I get really, really thirsty.” Giving Mad Maw a grin, she accepted the canteen with her free-hand, bringing it to her mouth.
She would take quite a few deep gulps of water, droplets of the liquid escaping from the corners of her jaw, trailing down her neck and chest. Her bestial gaze would turn towards the dervish, staring at it, admiring its ferocity almost in kinship. Only to return towards Mad Maw as began explaining her plans a bit better.
“Ruins? I’ve met some fellow by the name of Valen who said to be an expert in those… hope it ain’t that complicated…” She commented, rememberin’, but not quite understand what the adventurer did in the ruins besides killing whatever was inside of them. “... The Siren Stone…sounds like somethin’ worth lots. Perfect adventure indeed…” Koralia’s mouth formed an ‘o’ momentarily, as the Mad Maw sat on her lap, a serrated grin widening from side-to-side on her mouth. The shark’s arm would shift, arm now wrapping around the gnoll’s waist. “Mostly off the land, ya. Sometimes, I visit butcher and such… oh… OH… ya gotta a really long tongue. Ya like to freak folks, huh? Sometimes, I like to surprise dem…” Narrowing her eyes, she would pull Mad Maw against her slightly and, soon enough, the gnoll would feel a distinctive pressure against her underside, Koralia giving her a knowing grin and look.
TheTimePiece
Roleplay Artist
Ryuuji Kamimura
Languages: "Common" "<Beastial>" "[Terran]"
Languages: "Common" "<Beastial>" "[Terran]"
Elvario
Maxxob
RavenSong
Ryuuji would do his best to compartmentalize and remember any information he learned about the area they were heading into. From the sounds of things it was a hash environment with potential natural occurrences which could lead them astray, as well as dangerous people and creatures they could encounter. Thankfully they had numbers on their side, as well as the wagons of course which helped take away a bit of the danger and fatigue, even if it was just a bit it did help him feel more secure indeed. Thankfully there were some familiar faces whom he would have greeted upon encountering, as well as those which were less familiar but who hopefully would be equally as helpful.
He supposed if he wasn't a slave he might end up doing this sort of adventuring anyway, if it was lucrative enough of course..which he hoped this endeavor would be for Saoirse. Since she had decided to come her knew there had to be a good chance it would be, otherwise why would she put herself at risk in such a way? Thankfully Roost Rock sounded like he knew what he was talking about, Ryuuji probably giving a nod here and there if he should detect his eyes looking upon him even with their proximity.
Knowing full well how unpleasant this environment was he would try to do something useful, tapping into new magic which he had learned fairly recently, trying to use the ability I Can't Believe I Have AC In Another World!. If his ability was successful in a 15 ft Aoe around him he would reduce the temperature of the air so it was more palatable as well as adjust the humidity so it was more pleasant, hoping to help those out who were near him. He was aware for conditions as harsh as this he might need to learn something stronger..but at the very least he should be able to improve it.
Ryuuji then looked to Dodger curiously..she was quite striking, in a different way than Jastira was...she sort of reminded him..of what was it again? A moon elf? Lune elf? Something like that he had heard about being in the Fae see, some dark part of it..
"It's..nice to meet you Dodger and Throckmorton. I appreciate both of your assistance with this endeavor." He would speak with Etiquette F And perhaps some somewhat unconscious
"I will say however, I can understand Miss Dodger's point..it takes a certain resolve to handle environment's like these, you cannot afford to be foolish or weak willed if you want to survive. The Desert favors survival of the fittest.." Or in his case it would favor the most resourceful and effective.. Perhaps some of his Lawful Evil nature shining through with his judgment not exactly being super empathetic to the ones who died, but he was speaking the truth.
At her word he would reply,
"Thank you...and if you do not mind me asking, Dodger, would you happen to be a Lune Elf? From the Shade of the Fae See? Or perhaps you are from elsewhere, I do not mean to be rude, but you are just..quite simply striking in appearance and remind me somewhat of what I read about in the Library, when I was at that monastery studying magic.." He figured this was at least a nicer way of asking, than just randomly unconsentually appraising at least. He said with a small disarming smile, and warm tone.
He would also give Throckmorton a nod. "I imagine there is much to learn here, hopefully there'd. be some more to be had then." Desmond was someone curious to have a long but would probably be good to have as an ally from the looks of things, Ryuuji would rather not have them as an adversary. Despite the small talk however, Ryuuji would be at the ready to attend to his Mistress and her needs first and foremost. For now he was more so focused on the current conversation.
Ryuuji Actions:
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Use I Can't Believe I Have AC In Another World! - Magic E Componentless Magic E, Magic Area of Effect F, Spell Duration F, Control Environment F - Grade E, 1 post cooldown
Ryuuji attempts to magically adjust the feeling of the surrounding environment to make it more pleasant and or less hazardous to those in a 15 ft radial around him for up to one hour in RP time before needing to cast it again.
2. Combo Etiquette F + Seduction F (albeit less consciously)
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Use I Can't Believe I Have AC In Another World! - Magic E Componentless Magic E, Magic Area of Effect F, Spell Duration F, Control Environment F - Grade E, 1 post cooldown
Ryuuji attempts to magically adjust the feeling of the surrounding environment to make it more pleasant and or less hazardous to those in a 15 ft radial around him for up to one hour in RP time before needing to cast it again.
2. Combo Etiquette F + Seduction F (albeit less consciously)
Elvario
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Saoirse Desrosiers
Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions:
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| Scylla
RavenSong
Saoirse was not the most amused by their current location. The heat was already getting to her. Her fancy, well-kept fur, didn't really help protect her from it. At times, it made her second-guess why a [Lawful] individual like her should even go to a [Gambling Gomorrah], yet the opportunities for Wealth, new slaves and training chances for her current slaves that she might get there were simple too high to ignore. Ideally, she might even capture and enslave herself one of the more promising bandits later. Yet all that was for a later date. Right now, getting to the place was the biggest hurdle.
One thing that would aid with overcoming this hurdle was the group she'd hired. Honestly, having to follow the instructions of someone that was so far below her a caste was... annoying. Normally she'd only listen to commands from the Imperial Family or High nobility. She might be Lesser nobility herself, but she was noble still. The third highest caste. This 'Roost Rock' seemed neither mage nor clergyman, so she doubted he was of their caste. Perhaps he'd be at the Guild Member caste? Then again, considering the crime-related things here... Whatever was the case, he was a fair bit below her. Luckily enough, her sense of self-preservation was working more than well-enough to know she should still play friendly and heed his words. Besides, he'd gotten off on the right foot by making her the head of this trip. At least he had common sense.
At the very least their considerable height difference meant that Saoirse didn't need to deal with the smoke being blown in her face. She might've murdered a man for that. Upon hearing Roost was about to give instructions, she'd immediately look at the Cow. “<You'd better listen to him, for if you get yourself injured or killed, you'll be damaging my property.>” She trusted her other slaves, Melia, Jastira and Ryuuji, well enough to listen and stay out of trouble. “You're free to use force to stop the Cow if it keeps her from acting stupid. I've yet to wrap up her training and she'd be the type to wander off for the shiny thing or after a hallucination. The others are wise enough to listen.” She informed Roost, wanting that to be clear just in case. “What's in them? Some sort of elementals?” She asked, wondering about what he mentioned regarding the storm.
She sighed as he casually mentioned a species she doubted anyone ever heard off. Was it going to be like this? Him just giving them half-assed information form time to time? “If you want us to be able to spot and recognise such things, it'd be easier if you also told us what they look like.” She commented.
As she moved to the front, she was huffing and puffing from the heat. She should really get herself a nice mage. Her current slaves weren't really impressing her either. The cow was large enough to cover her in shade whist she had no clue Ryuuji was putting on the AC in the back. Neither of them were around to cool her down whilst Jastira was fanning the wrong person. That said, it was too hot to get all hot and bothered about it.
She was surprised when Roost asked her about her motivations. “It seems like a good opportunity for training for the four of them, whilst also going somewhere where we can make a decent profit. Should the gods be willing, I might even be able to find another promising enough person to bring in.” She chuckled at Jastria's remark. “Though, yes, I'd normally not desire to share too much. In this case, as a sign of goodwill, I can tell you that I'm also particularly interest in seeing if I can find one of my father's contacts. Whilst he and I disagree on many things regard the trade, he does have a solid network of obtaining new mechanise and I've got reasons to believe that some of his most promising contacts reside in Shalzahaad. If you have traversed these routes as often as you claimed, you might've even met them already, though I must admit I know nothing about them, so I'll just be looking around to decide if anyone can be a worthwhile contact by my own judgement.”
She was curious however, about one thing. “What about you, then? What drives someone to bring strangers through such treacherous areas? It can't be the most fun job to essentially take responsibility for such groups and to have your reputation lean on whether or not they can follow instructions... something I believe we share in our lines of work.” She added, hoping the Cow wasn't already too busy making trouble. “Although, are the rumours that there is someone active in Shalzahaad that can instantly turn anyone into an utterly obedient slave simply by having them sign a contract once correct? Whilst I'm personally not convinced such methods work out long-term, as I believe such magic or alteration would heavily impact their ability to flourish, I am still rather curious to learn how it's done, for the sake of knowing my competition in the craft.”
She'd look back across her shoulder at Melia and Scylla. “Come to think of it, witch. You were interested in Ryuuji, no? I'll consider letting you go on a date with him if you figure out a way to use magic to cool me down. You seemed to know enough magic already during our trip back to Gnollbone, so if any ice or water magic, or anything else that can cool me down for long enough to last this trip is part of it, we can strike ourselves a deal.”
Develius
"Kaiju Enthusiast"
Waking up from a midday nap, Desmond gave a wide toothy yawn coupled with a big stretch. His feathery tail rustled in the hot air, while his body leaned low to the ground like a cat; his arms and claws stretching outwards. He wasn't expecting to be on this trip traversing the sands of the frontier towards the "The Gambling Gomorrah", but his quick friendship with Mad Maw during his eventful time at Aslan Academy had given him an invitation to tag along for the journey. While slightly hesitant, Desmond would gladly accept; wanting to see more the vast world and go on a whole assortment of adventures with his newfound friends.
Despite the heat of the vast desert taking its toll on the less-adapted and fur-coated folk, the raptor was taking it surprisingly well. Desmond's snout dashed under his feathered wings, preening them to rid of any dust or parasites that might've hitched a ride. Like other Raptor Saurians, his feathery coat was an excellent insulator. It kept Desmond warm during the cold nights and cool during the day via deflecting the sun's heat. This would make his feathers currently hot to the touch, but his skin remained cool and protected. They were a highly adaptable species, being comfortable enough to live in very hot or cold environments.
But even so, with blistering 120 degree temperatures bearing down on them, Desmond wasn't completely immune to the harshness of the desert lifestyle. While no stranger to arid environments, Deinonychians were better suited towards slightly cooler and wetter climates. This was just too dry for his tastes. In the Fantozoica, Raptorans such as Velociraptorans or Linheraptorans, were much more adapted with the High Deserts of central Meslandica. This desert would be no different. And from the warnings given by Roost Rock, extreme heat was not the only thing they had to worry about.
That however, was a problem for future versions of themselves. For now, however, Desmond was resting easily in the second cart, being surrounded by several new faces. The fellow travelers he was with consisted of a fair-dressed human - who was so kind enough as to cool down the surrounding party with his magic - and a large, muscular, coal-black Minotaur woman. Apparently, from what he'd heard, these two were slaves to the rabbit woman up in the front cart. Desmond couldn't help but feel sorry for them. He was opposed to the concept of slavery - and thankful he wasn't in such indentured servitude - but he kept himself quiet on the matter. He didn't want to make the owner mad at him, or worse, force him into that life style.
Meanwhile, the other two members helping them were a gruff Elven woman, Dodger, and a hedgehog folk, Throckmorton, who'd properly explain a bit about what they were part of. They were known as "The Dervishes", a group that helped travelers traverse the Blind Desert. Hearing the fates of the last folks they attempted to help, Desmond gasped audibly; his hands covering his mouth in an exasperated tone. "Oh, how awfulz!" the raptor cried dismayingly. He sure hoped they wouldn't suffer the same fate as their predecessors. Once the two introduced themselves properly, alongside the human Ryuuji's introduction and gratitude, Desmond bowed to give his thanks. "Desmond is Desmond!" he chipped in, introducing himself and giving a small salute, "And Desmond's thankful youz allows Desmond to travel wit youzez! We'dz will be gudz! We'z promise!"
Desmond chuckled along as the two delvers laughed amongst themselves, though wasn't truly sure at first WHAT they were laughing about exactly. Dodger would then remark to Desmond, claiming she'd never heard dinosaurs talk, let alone throw magic around, and threw shade on his attire of choice. "HEY-AY!" he barked, snapping his jaws in flustered frustration as his claws wrapped around his purple polka-dotted robe, "Desmond's robe is totally stylish! I-It'z uh... Aslan attire, yez!"
That being said, them remarking about not hearing a saurian talk seemed puzzling. Nearly all saurians had the capacity for speech, save for the truly savage and mindless. That's when Dodger decided to name drop the name Linhenykus. Desmond's feathered fluffed up in curiosity as he recognized the name, completely disregarding the fact it was meant to be a jab. Though it wasn't so much a name, rather it was the name of a species of Alvarezsaurians - small long-legged theropods famous for their tiny arms typically sporting a singular enlarged claw. They were distantly related to Raptors like Desmond, though preferred an insectivorous diet coupled occasionally with eggs.
Back in the Fantazoica, these saurians were commonly seen in the High Deserts. With excellent hearing and night-vision, they were perfect acting as nocturnal scouts for caravan parties traversing through the desert or as assassins for various warlords and kingdoms by sharpening and extending their claws. Stories of one such assassin, a Mononykus going by the name "Uluq", were infamous along the high desert; with one account recalling the time he successfully was able to kill a Tarbosaurian prince by leaping onto its head and stabbing straight into its skull and brain with both claws. Many have dismissed on what they believe was such a "wildish" claim, being that the act had been exaggerated or the fact it was less impressive act since the prince was not fully-grown and thus not as well-developed. These claims range from him being a juvenile up to sub-adult, though this was typically something the boastful Tyrannosaurians would impose upon. However, those claiming to have personally known "Uluq" swore that this was certainly possible; with a few even claiming they saw the act!
This was a perfect example of a classic "David and Goliath" story; a lesson in not to underestimate your opponent no matter how weak they may be.
"Y-Youz know more Saurian-folk?" Desmond asked Dodger curiously, cocking his head to the side as he wanted to hear more, "D-Do they live here? Where doez they live? Desmond wanna meet em!"
RavenSong
<3
Scylla had been quite overwhelmed during the previous few weeks. Having only recently entered the hellish realms, destroyed a demon lord, and made herself queen shortly after trading a mortal eye for the demon lords it was all very much a whirlwind of adjustments.
The witch had felt better than ever in spite of everything. Having now fused her soul with that of the demon which has possessed her, her mind was no longer split between two personalities. It was a relief, no more throwing up, stomach aches, and a merciless critic in her mind; she could finally sleep.
However, having spent lots of sleepless nights with dreams of the hellish realms, and of the cloaked fiends that somehow would always assure her they'll find her, was all a bit much. She'd do her best to distract herself shopping and otherwise living as normal of a life as she could for an academy student. Not that she'd been to school lately and her mailbox at the post office was packed full of homework.
It was after all of this and her deep exhaustion Scylla had boarded a cart to the dark continent, or so she believed.
"Zzz..zzz..Mmm.." she groaned as she stretched a bit, stretching her legs and taking up two seats. "..are..we there yet?" She asked with her eyes still closed. "Ugh.. it's.." she then got up and rubbed her eyes before beholding he vast desert before her. "..hot."
"Excuse me?" She asked the chatty operator. "This isn't the dark continent." She stayed with a bit of a frown, before looking at her ticket and looking back up in a panic. "Oh no!" She gasped, "Wh.. where am I?"
Then the elf would puff a little cloud of smoke, "Pfft.. can I have some smoke too?" She giggled but then quickly gloomed as a creature ate a poor soul alive. "I.. hm.. well well well.. I suppose I'm in some hellish place all of its own." She muttered to herself.
Then the armored woman Melia would address her, "Hm.. you look oddly familiar." The witch said as she leaned in closer to examine her features. Her red eyes searching for clues. "Hm? Oh yes, it's quite vast and hot and.. and.." she was distracted by a bead of sweat on her forehead pooling and then coming down her face. "..did I mention hot?" She giggled before casting [Control Environment F] on herself in hopes of making her journey here a bit less distracting and uncomfortable. Her demon eye glowing as magic was channeled through it. "Ooo.. it really works." She said with delight at her new catalyst.
It was here that the one Saoirse would look back at her, gasping a bit under her breath. "I beg.. your pardon?" She titled her head innocently before realizing her identity. "OH!! It's.. it's you! Yes! That's right! You.. you.. wait.. you're kind of abusive." Scylla said going from slightly overjoyed to more and more indignant. "Hmph.. you'll have to give me something more than just a date with Ryuuji." Scylla folded her arms and crossed her legs looking away. "At LEAST our date paid for, I want to take him out to eat somewhere really.. fancy and maybe I can get to feel your ears too! And.. and.. oh.." Yet before she could negotiate further she heard Ryuuji speaking to which she immediately ducked down to hide, hitting her head on the hard part of the sear. "Okay.. you didn't say he was here, miss Saoirse. I'm.. you see I just woke up and I'm in no suitable condition to meet him nor see him in any way, shape, or form." Apparently, even a powerful half demon queen still had issues with feelings of attraction as the usual Scylla. Sighing she continued. "Well.. do we have an accord? Or would you like me to cut your hair nice and short to keep you cool? I'm a wonderful hair stylist !" Her confidence returning as she looked up at the slave owner from the two seats. Which in fact, was where Melia sat and rested her head on her lap. "Please, excuse my behavior.. I'm not very comfortable around people I have the hots for it seems." Part of her wished Kalina was here, she always knew exactly what to do and had a way of getting her out of trouble. Alas, it wasn't so and she would have to navigate her way back to Ryken somehow while also navigating this feeling of attraction.
Femboy
Chaos Incarnate
Elvario
TheTimePiece
Garbage.
Develius
Lei-Cao Cattlemaricanica Sedimentarius Formatta Taurus
1
Equipped Titles: Beast, Minotaur, Property of Saoirse Desrosier, Cow
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)
Character Sheet
Lei-Cao wanted to do something a little more... luxurious or comfortable, rather than a trip to a desert environment. It would just be infuriatingly hot, filled with jabs and harassment from her disrespectful companions. At least this time, Saoirse had the littlest respect to have gotten her some new weaponry beforehand so she wasn't just entirely emptyhanded like some sort of glorified tall servant that didn't want to do anything to assist their master. Now, she at least had a right to hitting things. She wasn't even sure where or why they were going, but of course she was forcibly dragged along. Sighing as she listened to Mister Roost or whatever his ridiculous name was, rolling her eyes when Saoirse spoke about listening.
"<I'd best assume you pray there isn't a height requirement, you off-brand glorified rat. You'd best hope that everyone else doesn't lose you along the way, but if you never learn to speak kindly with that little spiteful mouth of yours I don't think people would care>" Lei-Cao answered back, not really caring about 'properly respecting' Saoirse at this point if the rabbit wasn't going to do it back. They still hadn't given her any real training even after promising, so they were just proving to be a big, pointless liar that wasn't helpful in the slightest. The minotaur couldn't even decipher why she held herself in such noble regard, they just seemed like an overly spoiled child that needed to be humbled.
Glaring and twitching an eyebrow when Saoirse continued to openly treat her as some idiot domestic animal, she huffed and looked down at them.
"Oh shut up, you useless rabbit. If you weren't babysat by a rich family your whole life, everyone knows you'd be dead in the burrow you'd have actually grown up in. I could navigate this entire desert and back by myself, meanwhile you couldn't even find a way to escape an awkward interaction with your even more boring mother. Now stop calling me a cow for no reason, you wouldn't be this cocky if someone had enough of your BS. Talk back once you actually prove useful on your training word, otherwise keep your nonsense to yourself" Lei-Cao answered back in retort, feeling rather sick of putting up with the rabbit at this point for having to be stuck with every pointless place she went to and every derogatory term they felt an unnecessary need to speak aloud. Choosing to ignore the rabbit any further, she went onto the carriage alongside Ryuuji and Desmond. She already wanted to forget about her considering all the black-magic nonsense she was totally forced to say on their last trip.
Sitting to herself and leaning forward with her cheek rested on one hand, propped up with her elbow resting on her knee, she didn't pay much attention to all the chatter going on in the carriage she was stuck in. The lizard thing talked an awkward lot, Ryuuji was only talking as much as he did considering there wasn't a master rabbit for him to be around and silently begged to be stepped all over. That man had too much of an obsession with seeing Saoirse as some sort of deity superbeing.
"I could be anywhere else right now... " Lei-Cao sighed softly and muttered under her breath, looking to the side hoping things would move along faster so things could be over with. Why did every single day have to be such a painfully miserable experience at this point?
Megilagor
My feelings are like schrodingers cat.
Elvario
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Saoirse Desrosiers
Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions:
Garbage.
| Scylla
RavenSong
Saoirse had fully ignored the cow's responses, but she'd mentally started making some plans for their next training session already. Some fun ideas were already forming in her mind. Ones that wouldn't even force her to work out in this heat.
Looking back into the cart, she frowned at Scylla. “Abusive?” She asked, not pleased. “All I recall is being merciful despite the many times you were disrespectful.” She replied, clearly annoyed already. That only got worse by Scylla's added demands. “You should be glad I'm not making you pay for starting to make such requests. Felling my ears?!? A stricter noble might've had your hands cut off for proposing something so preposterous.”
It was too hot to get angry, but Scylla was surely working on it. “You're not getting anywhere near my hair.” She warned the witch, not trusting that offer in the slightest. However, when she spotted Scylla resting her head on Melia, she clicked her tongue. “You know, using someone's property without their permission could be considered a form of theft, right?” She warned the witch. “You're really testing the limits of my patience already.” This was going to be a long trip, wasn't it? “You look different from last time though. What happened?” She asked, at least somewhat interest in the changes.
It turned out that Roost was highly talkative indeed. At least it helped keep her mind off of the heat. “It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it.” She'd reply to his remark of the Cow being bigger. Then again, most were far bigger than her. “I see. I just hope she won't be of too much trouble.” She replied next, worrying the cow might otherwise make this trip a lot more troublesome and possibly expensive.
“Getting attacked ourselves? I'd hate to see battle in this heat, but I do believe we're well enough equipped to deal with it.” She stated, gesturing to her own weapons, showing a willingness to help out herself if it turned out to be needed. She wasn't the type of noble that stood by and watch her property get damaged. She'd help out where she could as much as needed.
“Dinosaurs..? The big lizard-like beasts?” She asked, double-checking if she was imagining the right creatures. She'd rarely heard of them. “Huh... if they absorb heat, I wonder if they could be tamed to cool the air and make this desert more bearable for travelling.” Taming living AC's sounded useful. Sadly enough she was not aware that Ryuuji already managed to become one. Otherwise she'd have commanded him to stay within Control Environment range of her for the entire trip the moment they arrived at the first grain of desert sand.
“Wait, so what exactly is a Dervish then? Is that also a creature or just a natural phenomenon?” She was trying to get her terminology straight here. “This heat really isn't helping. How can you think straight in it? Do you just get used to it?” She asked, wondering if he felt as lazy and sluggish from it as she did.
“A dungeon crawl?” She clicked her tongue. She hadn't signed up for that one. “It better be good training.” Otherwise she might file an official complaint. “Is there any particular reason to go 'crawl' in this dungeon she's found?”
As for the names, they sounded worth remembering. Luster and Huck. That said, for someone as [Lawful] as she was, it did sound like they were smugglers, which was some rather grey territory. She might have to proceed carefully in that regard, as to not associate with criminals more than needed. She'd rather remaining an outstanding and lawful citizen, after all.
Upon hearing about his own reputation, she had some doubts. “How much worth is this Charon title if all the other ones you've known died?” That sounded rather odd, as it'd suggest they gave it away to the most incompetent fools that failed to even stay alive. “Though I must admit, your reputation is what made me find you, so you've got that going well enough.” He did seem like one of the few who should be able to get them to where they wanted. “Which reminds me, does the town have a portal? That should make the return trip out of here and any return trips to the city a lot easier.”
She raised an eyebrow at the mention of a Golden Brand of Debt. “Debt suggests a way to pay things off. I'm not too much into renting.” She stated, as the biggest issue of renting was that you'd have slaves simply working towards their freedom, rather than towards flourishing. “For my goals, owning them fully, with only some marginal room for earning freedom under highly specific circumstances, is vital.” She'd only consider letting someone go if they truly flourished and if her work with them was done. Or if they were so hopeless she'd have no other choice than to sell them off to a butcher or something, yet her pride would make that scenario extraordinarily unlikely. “I'm assuming they also have these brands blessed by the god of Law?” She stated, as she was a relatively devout worshipper due to how often she invoked Miralis's name for her contracts.
Glad to see Jastira come to her senses, she enjoyed some artificial breeze. That said, the words confused her a bit, making her wonder if her slaves were affected by the heat as much as she was. “He's been working hard for me, so I would consider his opinion. Though in the end, it's not really his call to make.” She stated, not really deeming it necessary to involve Ryuuji in whether he'd date Scylla or not. She would, at best, check if he had any particularly strong feelings on it later. Should he be vehemently against it, she'd probably grant him an exception and allow him to forfeit a date. Or should be highly in favour, she might allow Scylla more favourable terms. She had to reward his good behaviour a bit, after all. Yet that was all for later.
After a few more hours of sweating and puffing in the heat, Roost called out. “If we can't avoid them, I say we face them sooner, rather than later. There's no use getting more worn out than needed first. If we're sure their criminals and their deaths would be lawful, let's hit them quickly and hard to get this over with.” There was one thing she debated. “How much do we have for spare resources? If we can afford it, it might be worth seeing if we spare some of them or spare their cargo and make some profit by selling them.” She was already thinking business. “That is, of course, if we'd be able to do so without too much risk to ourselves. I've got a great healer with me, but I'd rather avoid risk of death to my slaves, as I'm sure you would with your employees.” On that note. “Seems like it might pay off to play dumb. I'll act like I'll try to talk to them. You get the jump on them the moment they let down their guard thinking we're naïve fools. I'll hop to safety.” She'd look at Melia, the warrior woman being intended to be that safety and therefore being assumed to stay near enough to be her shield when needed.
Assuming Roost would agree with such tactics, she'd get out and wave over to the piggy and his men. “Greetings, fellow travellers! Are you also looking to cross these seas of sand? Perhaps we can share information about our routes and the latest perils we've encountered to ease our journeys?!” She called out to them. That should do the trick.
Maxxob
The Overseer
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
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Koralia listened intently to Mad Maw, who sat boldly on her lap. Seems like the shyness who had been present on the gnoll was slowly disappearing, as she got used to the shark. What an unlikely turn of events: first meeting at a Fair in Ryke, then meeting again in the Grand Duchy. It looked like that old saying: 'Fortune favors the bold' was true, and the mercenary was finally reaping the rewards for it.
A rumbling chuckle would leave the shark’s throat, hearing the squeaking of the rubber duck as it fell upon the floor of the wagon. “A couple of hours, huh? I have an idea…” Those words left her mouth with a hint of mischievousness behind them, eyes locked against the gnoll’s as they narrowed with deliberate slowness.
“Ya like tricks, right?” Koralia asked, her eyes picking up the light sandstorm which now served as an impromptu curtain between the covered wagon they were in. “Ya show me yours and I show ya mine. Gotta a nice sword disappearin’ act which will drive ya crazy.” A knowing laughter followed, the shark disappearing into the covered along with the gnoll.
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
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Armes New Kingdom - Suikoden V
Koralia listened intently to Mad Maw, who sat boldly on her lap. Seems like the shyness who had been present on the gnoll was slowly disappearing, as she got used to the shark. What an unlikely turn of events: first meeting at a Fair in Ryke, then meeting again in the Grand Duchy. It looked like that old saying: 'Fortune favors the bold' was true, and the mercenary was finally reaping the rewards for it.
A rumbling chuckle would leave the shark’s throat, hearing the squeaking of the rubber duck as it fell upon the floor of the wagon. “A couple of hours, huh? I have an idea…” Those words left her mouth with a hint of mischievousness behind them, eyes locked against the gnoll’s as they narrowed with deliberate slowness.
“Ya like tricks, right?” Koralia asked, her eyes picking up the light sandstorm which now served as an impromptu curtain between the covered wagon they were in. “Ya show me yours and I show ya mine. Gotta a nice sword disappearin’ act which will drive ya crazy.” A knowing laughter followed, the shark disappearing into the covered along with the gnoll.
Develius
"Kaiju Enthusiast"
"Aslan is magic capital of world, yez!" chirped Desmond with a grin at Dodger's remark, "Desmond recently passed Magic Summoning class with HONORS! Desmond thought he would failed, but much surprised to see Desmond pass so goody! Potential is great it seemz!"
Desmond seemed confused at Throckmorton's statement, as his head cocked sideways. Barred from civilization? What could they have possibly done to deserve that treatment? The hedgehog lamented at that statement, echoing the little raptor's sentiment that they are indeed fellow beastkin. Supposedly this "pack" weren't as friendly as Desmond was told, with these "Ar'ghreev" folk bracing harsh conditions requiring harsher and more savage measures. The raptor frowned slightly upon hearing this, but nonetheless was still fascinated about this strange group.
That's when an idea sprouted; hinted with a gleeful smirk. "Surely saurian groupie can't be too bad, yez?" he wondered curiously as he tapped his chin. He then proceeded to initiate several exaggerated gestures to convey his idea, "But maybe Desmond can be fellow saurian ambassador? Yez, yez; a fellow representative of us rare folk! We willz show the citizens how misunderstood they are; how goody they are like rest of beastfolk~ Ar'gheevies wouldn't hurt one of their own, would'z they? And if they hurt friends, they shall be witness to Desmond'z wrath!" He finished by puffing out his feathers and giving a rousing screech; his arms stretched out and teeth bared with a raspy hiss to demonstrate his "wrathfulness". He couldn't help but giggle a bit afterwards.
Hearing Saoirse's comment about dinosaurs would immediately revolve the raptor's attention towards her, even if she was in the front carriage. "Not all saurians big!" the raptor called out as a means to correct her, "Desmond is Deinonychian! Raptor! We'z smol! Various species also smaller too!" In regards to her comment on taming them, Desmond wasn't quite sure what she meant by "tame". Befriend perhaps, but tame assumes all are savages to begin with. Which isn't true in the slightest! That being said, the raptor couldn't help but give out a piece of trivia. "Some saurians are adapted to hot heat! Some have BEEG sails! Like Spinosaurians! Long snooted carnis with tall spines! Said to regulate temperature Desmond hears! Fierce warriors! Big claws! Also great fishers!"
Listening to Roost Rock debriefing of the situation, Desmond would take everything he heard into account; especially the dungeon crawl mentioned by these "gnollish benefactors". This was one of the things that initially interested the raptor bard, given his initial experience in the medium. With how fruitful his last venture had been, perhaps he might be able to find even more goodies for himself within. A new weapon? Another spellbook? Maybe a useful trinket or some artifact to be used in a pinch? The raptor had no idea; yet his mind ran with a vast assortment of possibilities.
However, later on in their trip, they'd find trouble on the horizon. Desmond's head perked up as he eyed the situation, seeing a glow in the far distance, utilizing [Perception F] to figure out what they could possibly be dealing with. "Troublez?" the raptor asked curiously. Roost Rock claimed they could be bandits or slavers and asked the others how to go about it. This would be pretty bad if it was the case; seeing how they weren't quite as well-armed as they could be. Saoirse recommended their course of action; negotiations first, attack if all else fails. Desmond seemed to agree, nodding his head rapidly.
"Desmond heals too." he added, "But Desmond have few tricks up sleeve! Ready for battle if Desmond musts!" Truthfully, Desmond wasn't much of a fighter... but he was sneaky like. Perhaps there are ways he can help in that department too, if it comes to battle or deception...
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Femboy
Chaos Incarnate
Lei-Cao Cattlemaricanica Sedimentarius Formatta Taurus
2
Equipped Titles: Beast, Minotaur, Property of Saoirse Desrosier, Cow
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)
Character Sheet
Lei-Cao just opted to rather ignore most of the conversation going on within the carriage, finding that she wasn't really here to make any sorts of pointless friends and that she wanted it over as fast as possible. Sighing as she overheard Dodger talking about her and her style, the minotaur gave unamused side-eye to them wondering why people were being so talkative with complete strangers. Did they have nothing better going on?
"A master is one who is superior to me. That rat hasn't taught me a single thing or proven any worth, I could flatten and end that tiny rodent if I really wanted to. That thing's just dead weight with an ego twenty times bigger than themselves, I can only assume the only reason they left home is that not even their family wanted them. Not a surprise, the only one who could apparently appreciate them are lowlife washups like bootlicker here who have been tricked into believing that she's of any benefit" Lei-Cao answered, gesturing to Ryuuji as a so-called bootlicker as she rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere.
"In the end, I serve nobody but chaos, and chaos knows that her binds couldn't hold me forever. It's only a matter of time before the rabbit loses their prize, it's not like they've proven to be of any benefit to my improvement anyway" she uttered.
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Equipped Titles: Beast, Minotaur, Property of Saoirse Desrosier, Cow
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)
Character Sheet
Lei-Cao just opted to rather ignore most of the conversation going on within the carriage, finding that she wasn't really here to make any sorts of pointless friends and that she wanted it over as fast as possible. Sighing as she overheard Dodger talking about her and her style, the minotaur gave unamused side-eye to them wondering why people were being so talkative with complete strangers. Did they have nothing better going on?
"A master is one who is superior to me. That rat hasn't taught me a single thing or proven any worth, I could flatten and end that tiny rodent if I really wanted to. That thing's just dead weight with an ego twenty times bigger than themselves, I can only assume the only reason they left home is that not even their family wanted them. Not a surprise, the only one who could apparently appreciate them are lowlife washups like bootlicker here who have been tricked into believing that she's of any benefit" Lei-Cao answered, gesturing to Ryuuji as a so-called bootlicker as she rolled her eyes and looked elsewhere.
"In the end, I serve nobody but chaos, and chaos knows that her binds couldn't hold me forever. It's only a matter of time before the rabbit loses their prize, it's not like they've proven to be of any benefit to my improvement anyway" she uttered.
Megilagor
My feelings are like schrodingers cat.
TheTimePiece
Roleplay Artist
Ryuuji Kamimura
Languages: "Common" "<Beastial>" "[Terran]"
Languages: "Common" "<Beastial>" "[Terran]"
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Femboy
Ryuuji looked back at the Lune elf with a pleasant enough, albeit soft smile. He would accept the canteen, taking a drink, in his past life he wouldn’t have imagined sharing something like this but as a slave in this sort of world he knew to be more resourceful would be beneficial, as he had some.
He felt a bit more self aware when Dodger praised what he was doing with his magic, causing perhaps an ever so faint bit of pink to appear on his face. Upon hearing that, he realized that he could probably be even more impressive with it if he so desired, with another gesture, He would cancel his current ability, before he would amp up his magic output.
Ryuuji would then do another gesture and go into a more powerful version of his last ability. I Can't Believe I Have Better AC In Another World! Magic C Componentless Magic C, Magic Area of Effect D, Spell Duration F, Control Environment F - Grade C, 3 post cooldown.
Ryuuji attempts to magically adjust the feeling of the surrounding environment to make it more pleasant and or less hazardous to those in a 1000 ft radial around him for up to one hour in RP time before needing to cast it again.
His goal was to cover all of those in the procession.
“ I’m pleased to hear you think so, I imagine this should make us all feel a bit better.” Ryuuji spoke simply.
He listened to the beast discourse nodding every now and again. It was good to see that the group seemed coherent so far based on what he was hearing potential cohesion beyond his main group… perhaps they’d survive this trip.
He was glad to hear that his words were well received by Dodger. Noticing the smile, he would only continue to reciprocate his. “I certainly do, It’s difficult not to mention beauty.” He was somewhat surprised to hear she was taking well to the minotaur given her poor attitude, but that was fine with Ryuuji, even if Lei Cao still had yet to prove herself at this point.
“As you can see Lei-Cao is certainly not worried about any repercussions given how she decides to express herself time and time again. While I do not agree with her assessment of our mistress, she knows full well what lies in wait should she push the..boundaries set before her.” He spoke a bit more ominously toward the latter part, deciding he wasn’t going to entertain what Lei-Cao was spewing.
Then they were…stopping. It seemed his thoughts about them surviving might have come too early if trouble was already meeting them. While he generally preferred means which avoided violence, he too knew he had the ability to inflict pain if they had too.
Actions:
1.Cancel first ability. (E 1 post cooldown)
2. Use second to envelop the procession to help everyone better deal with the heat.
I Can't Believe I Have Better AC In Another World! Magic C Componentless Magic C, Magic Area of Effect D, Spell Duration F, Control Environment F - Grade C, 3 post cooldown.
Ryuuji attempts to magically adjust the feeling of the surrounding environment to make it more pleasant and or less hazardous to those in a 1000 ft radial around him for up to one hour in RP time before needing to cast it again.
1.Cancel first ability. (E 1 post cooldown)
2. Use second to envelop the procession to help everyone better deal with the heat.
I Can't Believe I Have Better AC In Another World! Magic C Componentless Magic C, Magic Area of Effect D, Spell Duration F, Control Environment F - Grade C, 3 post cooldown.
Ryuuji attempts to magically adjust the feeling of the surrounding environment to make it more pleasant and or less hazardous to those in a 1000 ft radial around him for up to one hour in RP time before needing to cast it again.
RavenSong
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Scylla was a bit flustered at this point, here she was with her head on the armored Melias lap and Ryuuji but a few rows ahead speaking in his usual delicate, syrupy, sugar voice. The witch would sigh, but quickly came to her wits when Saoirse brought up Melia being her property. "Hm, yeah, I suppose you're right." She replied before slowly sitting up yet keeping out of Ryuujis sight.
It was here Jastira would chime in with a bold suggestion. "No, absolutely not i-" then was interrupted by Melia, to which she nodded in her favor to the elf. "Well then, that just about answers your question hm?" Her tone like that of a highschool teacher that put a student in its place. "Your refusal was certainly expected.." her attention going towards the slave owner bunny lady, "..but please, don't be distasteful with your words, it was but a jest." The witch would delicately draw aside the delicate dark blonde strands from her face and behind her ear. Her crimson eyes, deep yet strangely seductive as they connected with Saoirses. "Different?" The witch repeated as she tilted her head ever so innocently and curiously like that of a feline, she pondered whether to be outrageous, or secretivr. "I suppose if you must know, I have fused my soul that of a demon.." she began, "..If you were to rip my heart out you would see half of it corrupted by demonic magic, and the other quite normal and human." She'd then seductively lick her lips. "There's much more to me that I am inclined to leave out in presence of the current company." A sinister giggle, then a clearing of her voice.
"So, where we're we?" She asked out loud, "Oh yes, Ryuuji. He's a dear. And uhm.." suddenly the cooling spell would touch her skin. "..hm.." she hummed out loud in disappointment. "..there goes my bargaining power, I suppose. Perhaps it's for the best I don't have the upper hand. I might just indulge in a demonic pact." A frown drew upon her face.
"Well, I suppose that's settled.." a shallow sigh escaped her delicate mouth, "..Well then, what is this place we're going? It appears to be a place of violence, deceit and dare I say, perdition. What sort of sinful acts could partake here, I wonder?"
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Saoirse Desrosiers
Languages: Common | <Beastial>
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Saoirse was surprised when the temperature seemed to drop. “Is it me, or did the heat just get a whole lot less suffocation?” She asked, unaware that Ryuuji had been able to expand his ability's area of effect. Mostly due to being unaware that he'd been able to do that to begin with. As nice at it was, he might have some explaining to do later if he wanted to receive his praise for it.
She looked at Scylla, raising an eyebrow. Considering Ryuuji wasn't in the same cart, the witch was likely staring at the cart behind them without reason. Perhaps a heat-stroke? “Distasteful? I believe I should cast that word right back at you.” This Human really lacked a few levels of common sense. “Demonic? As in monster? If that is the case, perhaps I'll have Melia confirm your statement. You might not wish to brag about being part demon so openly. Even the Fae and Human varieties tend to have some sketchy and nasty tendencies to them.”
It seemed like she'd done a good enough job at making friends with Roots. Good. That'd likely help them out a lot long-term. Or perhaps already, as the man seemed rather motivated to aid them with their current troubles.
As for the pigs,
As for the information.... “<Saurians, I see.>” She stated, honestly not sure how good or bad that was. As for the food. “<No thanks, the heat here has totally ruined my appetite for anything that isn't ice. It makes me wish I brought a slave that knows ice magic. I'm assuming you haven't gotten one of those on sale?>” She asked, as it seemed surprisingly easy to buy time. Perhaps they were doing the same. Either way, she trusted Roost and the rest of the group to out-beat them. She'd just have to keep stalling, which was easy so long as they were both playing the same game. She just needed something to keep his attention so he might not notice...
Luckily enough, she had someone great at catching attention. “<The only neat thing I found lately was a decent piece of steak.>” She'd tell the pig folk. “<Lei-Cao! Get over here, you might have an opportunity to show off!!!>” She called out. Without context, that might sound a lot less harmful than it might be for this bacon. Part one of the plan was to have the minotaur be loud and obnoxious enough to keep distracting these four. Part two was to stick her onto them and give her some pointers on how to battle along the way. Perhaps if she gave the cow some actual training along the way, rather than punishments alone, she might better get through to her. This would be great practice through trial-by-fire.
Whilst the cow would hopefully come do her part, Saoirse kept stalling. “By the way, isn't it awfully wasteful to transport your slaves like that? I'd assume a fair few of them would just die along the way whilst the remainder would be so damaged that you wouldn't be able to fetch a decent price for them. Or are you just using them for food?” She asked, regarding the slave chain.
Femboy
Chaos Incarnate
Garbage.
TheTimePiece
Elvario
Lei-Cao Cattlemaricanica Sedimentarius Formatta Taurus
3
Equipped Titles: Beast, Minotaur, Property of Saoirse Desrosier, Cow, Lazy Dairy
Point Booster: Attentive Student (E)
Character Sheet
Lei-Cao's brain felt like it was being grinded down into dust listening to everything being said. She wasn't too concerned or deterred by the threats being sent her way by the little pale lady. Lightly shaking her head, she hoped her time here wouldn't drag on too long.
"Real frightening, I'm real scared" Lei-Cao briefly answered a deadpan, bored tone having not thought anything of the woman and that thry had been speaking bigger than they should have. They really couldn't understand why it felt like every god damn woman they came across had the hots for Ryuuji.
"I swear, it was barely no time at all since you were last trying to get it on in the bedroom with a deer Ryu. A deer. Seriously man, you gotta stop talking to people or put a paper bag over your head or somethin'. The moment Saoirse starts catching feelings for you too, the world is already doomed and done over, nothing in society is clearly functioning. I don't even see what anyone's seeing in you, unless every girl is just that desperate to have some bottom-barrel basic nice guy to give them a smile and an agreeing answer. Either you or the people you meet have a problem, and it's not healthy for someone. At least use that power for something, like I dunno bring the different countries and kingdoms who have disagreements on race to peace or something. Not just, talking up women and then never seeing them again. You know, it's like you know nothing about women but it's just conveniently working out for you, maybe that's a curse or a blessing you don't know about or something" Lei-Cao blankly rambled to the direction of Ryuuji over the matter of how much feminine attention and appreciation he seems to receive for no real reason. It was starting to get oddly questionable at this point considering he didn't appear to even be trying much at all in the slightest. Hearing a certain rabbit's irritating voice call for her presence she sighed and moved to go and see what it was before turning to Ryuuji one more moment.
"No, like seriously, you should probably go get that checked out. By... someone. That's not normal, you don't want to start any fights between girls on accident because of that kinda thing. It happens" Lei-Cao added again before actually going to see what Saoirse even wanted.
Sighing and approaching Saoirse, she had no clue who these random pigfolk were. At this point, she thought she was done with pigfolk in her life but she supposed that was simply shortlived. Looking down at the little rabbit, she clutched and brought along her oversized heavy mace since she didn't know who or what for showing off was being mentioned.
"<I don't 'show off' little rabbit, I am the one-hundred percent true champion. You know, LEI-CAO, CHAMPION OF CHAOS, DESTROYER OF ALL WHO OPPOSES, I don't show off for no reason but people deserve to know who I am. I applaud you for actually getting the name right, I guess old rabbits can learn new tricks... however old you are. How long do rabbits like you live, exactly? Are you gonna die of old age way before me or something? Anyway, what did you even want, I don't want to waste my time longer than I have to in this sickening wasteland>" Lei-Cao spoke, announcing herself and self-proclaimed titles really aloud in yelling tone as she turned her attention to the strangers.
"<Who are you, even?>" Lei-Cao blatantly asked them in a slight annoyance with some [Intimidation], they were making this trip take pointlessly longer after all.
Actions
1. Intimidation (F)
TheTimePiece
Roleplay Artist
Ryuuji Kamimura
Interactions:
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Femboy
Ryuuji would nod with a soft smile once more, “Ah thank you kindly for the compliment. I try my best.” Being receptive to Dodger’s nice words. Not only that she tried her best to get Lei-Cao to chill some even if albeit Ryuuji wasn’t feeling confident it’d work, Lei-Cao tended to be pretty difficult so far, he hoped that if she got a chance to get some combat training that showed results her attitude might improve some.
Ryuuji would look back at Lei-Cao and was almost tempted to sigh, but instead of showing he was annoyed he instead replied with a somewhat surprised sounding, albeit still unaware Seduction F, Lei-Cao’s way. The very thing she had been mentioning.
“Oh you really think so? I guess that’s a compliment in a way, I imagine you must know a lot about that sort of thing, as you probably get similar attention, people like their strong and brave champion warriors after all right?”
The words sort of just leaving him with a gentle smile. Of course in this case it wasn’t exactly out of just kindness, there was probably some [Opportunist] title at work there, regardless, Lei-Cao was in such a bad mood it seemed he reckoned it couldn’t hurt to stroke her ego some, either she’d be more annoyed or it’d be better, It didn’t matter all too much either way, plus he wouldn’t be giving her the satisfaction of seeing him react all too much to what she said just.
Unfortunately from the information that was being disclosed to him they were going to have trouble. As much as he wouldn’t mind just staying back and not doing much of anything and let others handle the danger, he was aware that Saoirse could be in possible danger as well as others who could end up being strategic partners so it’d be bad if they got hurt in this possible conflict.
“Very well then, I can’t just stay here and twiddle my thumbs.” He replied with a smile upon hearing Dodger’s words, he’d get off the cart as well. He’d then reassert,
“While I might not look it, I have my own ways of inflicting damage should there be a need for it.”
With that Ryuuji was ready to follow into combat if need be, knowing that in helping to eliminate threats if need be he’d be able to protect Saoirse better. For now he kept the cooling magic going, but if need be he was also ready to disable that, hopefully there wouldn't be anything he'd have to fight that would require his current highest level of magic...
Maxxob
The Overseer
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
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Koralia’s chest rose and fallen with each heavy breathing. Her body was drenched in sweat, clothes clinging firmly against her form, further accentuating her sculpted physique and bulging musculature. The shark woman appeared to be catching her breath, after experiencing first-hand all sorts of tricks that Mad Maw could do, showing some of her own in return.
With an arm draped around the gnoll’s shoulders, Koralia held her close to her ample chest. Meanwhile, her other arm had procured another waterskin to drink from it. “Ya sure is full of surprises.” The rumbling voice carried undeniable satisfaction with it, the mercenary’s muzzle would nuzzle against the magician’s endearingly.
Finally, she would bring the water container to her wide lips, letting the liquid spill into her open mouth. It was refreshing as the droplets fell on her spaded tongue, which had become a bit dry from the heat, wetting and hydrating it once more. And, after a few gulps of the liquid, her tongue would slide across her lips, catching a bit of water that was spilling from her mouth.
“Phew! Ya really did great bringin’ all this water. Had no idea how hot this would be.” Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, she would bring the waterskin to Mad Maw, offering it to her. “Ya should drink it too, wouldn’t want ya passin’ out or sumthin’.” The offer was made in a somewhat brash manner, the best way the shark knew how to do it. Yet, that was the best way she knew how to show care.
However, the wagon would suddenly come to a stop, Koralia being unaware of anything that was happening outside of it. An arched brow appeared on her face, wondering if they had reached the mentioned checkpoint. Has she really lost the track of time that much? But soon enough, all her doubts would be answered.
With some piggy trying to ruffle his way into the wagon that both her and Mad Maw were in. Koralia chuckled at her mate’s comment about the smell of bacon, before retreating her strong arm from around her shoulder. “I don’t remember ya being invited.” She growled, flashing her serrated teeth with a wide smile.
And, from a moment to the next, her whole stance shifted. Muscles tensing, an annoyed growl leaving the confines of her throat. Like a predator, seeing a creature who had entered its domain and trying to challenge her rightful rule over it, even if unknowingly.
Without a second thought, her Serrated Zweihänder was already being held in her hand, firmly grasping its handle with both hands. Coiling her arms and tensing her muscles, the accumulated muscular tension would shoot out, as she extended both of them towards the pig man. With it, Koralia would defer a counter-lunge aimed directly against his chest, trying to impale the creature using his own velocity and weight against him.
Actions:
1 - Attack the incoming pig man with - Strength A (6) + WPN B (5) + Fighting Style E (2) = 13 Base Effectiveness
CDs:
E - 0/1
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
Garbage.
Koralia’s chest rose and fallen with each heavy breathing. Her body was drenched in sweat, clothes clinging firmly against her form, further accentuating her sculpted physique and bulging musculature. The shark woman appeared to be catching her breath, after experiencing first-hand all sorts of tricks that Mad Maw could do, showing some of her own in return.
With an arm draped around the gnoll’s shoulders, Koralia held her close to her ample chest. Meanwhile, her other arm had procured another waterskin to drink from it. “Ya sure is full of surprises.” The rumbling voice carried undeniable satisfaction with it, the mercenary’s muzzle would nuzzle against the magician’s endearingly.
Finally, she would bring the water container to her wide lips, letting the liquid spill into her open mouth. It was refreshing as the droplets fell on her spaded tongue, which had become a bit dry from the heat, wetting and hydrating it once more. And, after a few gulps of the liquid, her tongue would slide across her lips, catching a bit of water that was spilling from her mouth.
“Phew! Ya really did great bringin’ all this water. Had no idea how hot this would be.” Letting out a sigh of satisfaction, she would bring the waterskin to Mad Maw, offering it to her. “Ya should drink it too, wouldn’t want ya passin’ out or sumthin’.” The offer was made in a somewhat brash manner, the best way the shark knew how to do it. Yet, that was the best way she knew how to show care.
However, the wagon would suddenly come to a stop, Koralia being unaware of anything that was happening outside of it. An arched brow appeared on her face, wondering if they had reached the mentioned checkpoint. Has she really lost the track of time that much? But soon enough, all her doubts would be answered.
With some piggy trying to ruffle his way into the wagon that both her and Mad Maw were in. Koralia chuckled at her mate’s comment about the smell of bacon, before retreating her strong arm from around her shoulder. “I don’t remember ya being invited.” She growled, flashing her serrated teeth with a wide smile.
And, from a moment to the next, her whole stance shifted. Muscles tensing, an annoyed growl leaving the confines of her throat. Like a predator, seeing a creature who had entered its domain and trying to challenge her rightful rule over it, even if unknowingly.
Without a second thought, her Serrated Zweihänder was already being held in her hand, firmly grasping its handle with both hands. Coiling her arms and tensing her muscles, the accumulated muscular tension would shoot out, as she extended both of them towards the pig man. With it, Koralia would defer a counter-lunge aimed directly against his chest, trying to impale the creature using his own velocity and weight against him.
Actions:
1 - Attack the incoming pig man with - Strength A (6) + WPN B (5) + Fighting Style E (2) = 13 Base Effectiveness
CDs:
E - 0/1
Megilagor
My feelings are like schrodingers cat.
RavenSong
<3
As the rabbit slave owner appeared to vent at Scylla all the witch could do was simply roll her eyes as she observed and admitted her own hands and finger nails. She didn't really seem like she was listening, but the occasional snappiness of the rabbits voice made her blink here and there. Yet about being a monster, "I have no reason to justify myself to you miss Desrosiers, you asked, and I answered. Whether or not you find my answer to your question as a brag is completely up to you." Then a nod before crossing her arms and looking away indignantly.
"Yet, seeing as you appear to own a very, delicate and cute little mage, I'll see to accommodate you in whatever endeavors you might have on this.." Scylla shrugged, "..whatever this expedition is about for you. Perhaps we could come to an agreement about Ryuuji I am- huh?" The interruption had come from the elven Roost who addressed her, "I.. beg your pardon?" She said in surprise as no danger was obvious, until the pig folk suddenly appeared to make their way. Delegation, Espionage, keep the carts safe? Those piggies look harmless to me. She thought as her crimson eyes scanned the hog folk. She'd slowly come out of the cart, but really out of the shade that kept her fair skin, well, fair.
She clearly wasn't dressed for the occasion, her silk and leather vestments weren't exactly to most cooling of garments but her [Control Environment] skill kept things as comfortable as it could. It would be enough.
Deciding not to interfere with whatever languages we're being engaged she would leave most of the talking to Miss Desrosiers. Until the witch would pick up on exactly what she was doing, and, deciding to do her best for Roost would do her part in the distracting. She'd slowly come up behind the rabbit slave owner, discreetly with a bit of [Seduction E] in her step. Nothing too obviously distracting so as to draw just the right amount of glances yet keep up any conversation. Surely, pig men were in fact pigs.
Without another move her mysterious eyes fell upon one of the younger pig folk next to their leader. She looked at him up and down as she bit her bottom lip then when he looked at her winked and puckered her lips in a non audible kiss. She'd then quickly return to her usual serious demeanor when Miss Desrosiers would likely glare at her, just for being human and annoying as she usually did, but maybe not this time?
"Excuse my interruption, ahem.. sir." My name is Scylla Bancroft and i have worked up an appetite. You see I've been traveling and I'm hungry. Would you happen to have something.. palatable?" She'd look at the leader for a moment, but any attempt to connect gazed was met with her looking away shyly. "I'm.. quite sure very strong warriors like yourselves would certainly have something for little ol' me? Right?" Her voice as silky as her dress.
Develius
"Kaiju Enthusiast"
Peaking out from his cart, Desmond's amber eyes glared at the big, blonde-haired, Pork-Pie of a swinefolk meet up with the rest of the caravan. While Dodger made her way towards the front where Saiorse and the others, Throckmorton would stay behind and begin charging something mighty electric-like with his sharp quills. The static electricity emitting from him would cause Desmond's feathers to puff out slightly, especially those closest to the hedgehog folk. The raptor gave a nervous cackle as he stepped back, eying his chances in either staying or going with Dodger. "D-Desmond shall get a closey looky..." he whispered to Morton. Reluctantly, he took his chances and scuttled out towards the others, leaping towards the front carriage while making himself look small and out of sight.
He was nervous... and judging by the others he'd seem right to be so.
Upon hearing Hickory's broken dialect mention "saurz" up the road, Desmond would immediately perk up in recognition. Those must be the saurians Morton was talking about earlier! According to them they were "mean as hell" and "good eatin"... wait. Did they mean they were "tasty"?! Shortly after did he catch the smell of something mighty cooked. And upon perking his head from the side of the carriage, he'd see one of those pigs wielding what must've been a COOKED SAURIAN on a STICK.
The raptor began to feel sickeningly distressed as his stomach churned upside down, throwing up a bit in his mouth. Long have saurians in his homeworld forbid eating one another; especially regarding the carnivorous variety. While their ancient 'savage' ancestors have been known to commit such predatory behavior, modern civilized saurians have traded "dino-meat" for "zaur-meats" and other domesticated fauna that they farmed for prime meat. And that was established eons ago...
Desmond had never encountered such 'cannibalism' in his life. To witness this cursed act right in front of him was mortifying. Not to mention the highest offense for any saurian kind. Clearly these hogs lived up to their reputation; eating practically anything their sus hands could grab, skin, and cook alive. And no doubt they could easily cook poor DESMOND up if they so pleased! Such barbarians! Such savages! Desmond wanted to flee, yet also couldn't help but desire his inner primal rage wanting sink his sickled-claws into their hammed-hides. How'd they like him eating their bacon?!
So concentrated was Desmond on the discussion before him, he wouldn't notice the hogfolk crawling behind them and sneaking into the carriage where Koralia and Mad Maw were in! However, his nose with [Heightened Smell F] thought he smelled 'bacon' coming from nearby as well as hearing what he thought was rustling coming from within the carriage. Yet Desmond wouldn't be much the wiser to these antics...
For now, he continued to wait... until the time was right.
Maxxob
The Overseer
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
Garbage.
A grin of satisfaction spread across Koralia’s face, seeing the pig man impaled so thoroughly on her sword. That was a sight she had seen many times before, with variation of how much of the length she had managed to put into her target, before it simply was too much for them. “Heh! These muscles ain’t just for show!” The shark warrior, enjoying her tail being held by Maddy. The appendage would move, against the gnoll, seeking further contact with her.
“If they be needin’ our help, we should get out and lend them a hand. Can’t let them have all the fun, right?” Koralia asked, playfully. She would extend one of her legs towards the impaled pig man to dislodge its body from her sword as she retreated the armament towards herself. The blade length was now coated with the crimson, liquid vitae from her opponent, which didn’t bother her at all. “Plus, practice makes perfect. It will be a good chance for ya. We will get to know each other from head to toe.” The shark warrior mused, getting ready to get out of the wagon.
However, before that could happen, another pig man had the audacity to enter her domain, making her growl bestially. This one, however, was holding some weird apparatus which, in her eyes, looked like a piece of wood. Even with the unknown object, the mercenary’s beast instincts warned her of the danger it could possess, her stance tensing once more, ready to launch the Zweihänder at it as if it were a javelin. Improvisation was the key there, it seemed.
While getting ready, shifting her position to be able to cover her gnoll mate, her ears would pick up a whistle from behind her, as the body of the pig man changed colors, the new purple hue extending from it to the inside of the wagon itself. Narrowing her eyes, Koralia watched as the distortion reached a crescendo, before the pig man’s body being ruptured so brutally. She couldn’t help, but feel mirth with the sudden display of violence from Mad Maw. Even more so with the hot splash of blood across Koralia’s face from the gnoll’s victim.
Looking over her shoulder, the mercenary would focus a playful gaze on her. “Gotta warn me whenever ya will splash on my face.” Her tone conveyed that she wasn’t bothered by it at all, even more as her spaded tongue darted out to lick some of the blood off her lips. “Let’s join the others? I wanna see what else ya can do.” Koralia said, offering a hand to her.
CDs:
E - 1/1
[Beastkin], [Native] - Color #876fd6
Garbage.
A grin of satisfaction spread across Koralia’s face, seeing the pig man impaled so thoroughly on her sword. That was a sight she had seen many times before, with variation of how much of the length she had managed to put into her target, before it simply was too much for them. “Heh! These muscles ain’t just for show!” The shark warrior, enjoying her tail being held by Maddy. The appendage would move, against the gnoll, seeking further contact with her.
“If they be needin’ our help, we should get out and lend them a hand. Can’t let them have all the fun, right?” Koralia asked, playfully. She would extend one of her legs towards the impaled pig man to dislodge its body from her sword as she retreated the armament towards herself. The blade length was now coated with the crimson, liquid vitae from her opponent, which didn’t bother her at all. “Plus, practice makes perfect. It will be a good chance for ya. We will get to know each other from head to toe.” The shark warrior mused, getting ready to get out of the wagon.
However, before that could happen, another pig man had the audacity to enter her domain, making her growl bestially. This one, however, was holding some weird apparatus which, in her eyes, looked like a piece of wood. Even with the unknown object, the mercenary’s beast instincts warned her of the danger it could possess, her stance tensing once more, ready to launch the Zweihänder at it as if it were a javelin. Improvisation was the key there, it seemed.
While getting ready, shifting her position to be able to cover her gnoll mate, her ears would pick up a whistle from behind her, as the body of the pig man changed colors, the new purple hue extending from it to the inside of the wagon itself. Narrowing her eyes, Koralia watched as the distortion reached a crescendo, before the pig man’s body being ruptured so brutally. She couldn’t help, but feel mirth with the sudden display of violence from Mad Maw. Even more so with the hot splash of blood across Koralia’s face from the gnoll’s victim.
Looking over her shoulder, the mercenary would focus a playful gaze on her. “Gotta warn me whenever ya will splash on my face.” Her tone conveyed that she wasn’t bothered by it at all, even more as her spaded tongue darted out to lick some of the blood off her lips. “Let’s join the others? I wanna see what else ya can do.” Koralia said, offering a hand to her.
CDs:
E - 1/1
Elvario
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Saoirse Desrosiers
Relevant titles: Mentor C
Languages: Common | <Beastial>
Mentions:
Garbage.
| Cow
Femboy
| Scylla
RavenSong
| Diego
Megilagor
She'd have raised an eyebrow at Scylla yet again. “Oh, but you do have a reason to justify yourself. I'm in charge of this whole undertaking and if I've got reason to believe you're a threat to our safety, things could get really ugly, really fast. I'd rather have a reason not to distrust you that much.” She warned the witch, not liking her attitude one bit. “Though, yes, who knows. Perhaps there's an agreement to be had in the end,” She'd add, whether that'd be in general or regarding Ryuuji. For what it was worth, Scylla would, in fact, not be glared at. After all, she wasn't important enough to pay attention too right now.
Considering she was used to the Cow's hubris, she could ignore it, or even chuckle a bit at it. “<At this rate I just hope to live long enough for you to actually start practising what you preach and becoming what you claim to be.>” She replied to the Cow. “<Though I might need to find the fountain of youth for that.>” She'd add. “<You'll know what I want soon enough.>” She stated, once again being 'vague' enough to not be outright threatening to the piggies, but just get in that slightest hint of ominous.
On the topic of the piggies, she managed to get the conversation going with the main one. “<How entrepreneurial of you, mister.>” She replied to the low-key begging about how much he did to get coin. “<I've got decently deep pockets, assuming there's something worthwhile.>” She stated, careful not to outright claim she was wealthy and/or noble.
“<That she could. Without even trying to milk her for all she's worth.>” Saoirse added, figuring she'd play along and throw in a word-play to keep the distraction going.
…
Seems like the distraction didn't need to continue as something dropped from above, right onto the pig. She was barely able to hop back in time (Jump F) as he got body-slammed by something. “<The fuck!?!>” She called out in surprise.
Melia did her job well, blocking the attacks coming at her and ending the life of one of the piggies. Sadly enough, Saoirse didn't notice the darts were coated in something, meaning she didn't think to call over Ryuuji to come and heal Melia before it'd take effect either.
Perhaps almost more surprising than the sudden crash landing of a construct atop mister piggy the first, were the sudden commands from the one responsible for it. “The hell is your problem?” She called out at first. Commanding her? Insulting her? Raising his voice at her? Did he suffer a fucking heatstroke badly enough to be a dead man walking? Even so, he'd definitely gotten her curious. That much she had to admit. “You'd better fucking hope this does something worthy of keeping you alive.” She stated. Commanding her and making her bleed? If this wasn't going to be great, she might just have him put on stake and made to suffer and die on it.
That said, curiosity made the bunny bleed, as they said, as she'd took the dagger and made a cut into her palm, afterwards squeezing out some blood between the ribs of this... thing. “Talk about a crazy day. My allies cutting up bacon whilst I'm bleeding out onto a random metallic humanoid... just because a random slave told me I should. I guess I'm the one with a heatstroke.” She mumbled.
“Hey, Lei-Cao, now's the time to show me if you're actually a mighty warrior. Show me what you can do in a real fight and I'll give you some pointers!” She stated (Mentor C – Mentoring Strength D stat). “If there's anything I've noticed, it's that you don't even utilise all those muscles of yours well enough! Try to use both arms when swinging to gain momentum and don't instinctively hold back when you're about to hit someone. Keep it going and slice up some bacon!” If anything about what she'd seen about Lei-Cao thus far as an indication, that'd be the best fist mentoring she could give her.
Then again, her eye caught the actions of Diego. (Mentor C - Mentoring Strength D stat). “You've got the gall to command me, when you hold that pig like it's porcelain? Put your back into and don't be scared to slam him into his friends. Also, keep him slightly higher if you can. It may seem heavier, but you'll last longer long-term if you train your muscles that way.”
The next one she saw flashing in made her click her tongue. What a waste that the Lune Elf wasn't for sale. That would be a great buy. “Hogwash? You've been burning this bacon before?” She couldn't help wonder, as the Lune Elf seemed familiar with them.
To her surprise, Roost showed up form outside of the soil, somehow. He'd also make for a fancy slave, though she had long realised that he might flourish even more as a free person doing things like this. It was... interesting. It did surprise her that he seemed angered by the state of their slaves. It was surely a waste of property, but... Eh. Probably best not to think too deeply on it and to keep in mind that this Roost might have some 'good' ethics regarding how to to treat slaves that are more than just practical.
“<By the gods, you pathetic little piggies burn and fall so easily! Did you really think you could casually challenge someone like me? I've got slaves a thousand times more valuable than your pathetic crime riddled lives!>” She stated, upon seeing the pigs being overwhelmed. “<Trust me, your best outcome is to run and die in the sands, as otherwise me and my slaves will be feasting on slow and alive-roasted bacon tonight!.>” (Intimidation C, Persuasion C) she called out to whichever pigs were close enough around to listen to her.
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