Fandom Overlord: Who Said Craftsmen Could Not PK?

[Damafaud]

A Traveler's Job is to Travel

Acles ​

As a traveller, Acles had few truly impressive offensive skills. In return, however, his mobility and information skills were out of the world. So, he was never worried about ambushes or the like. Even if the herbalist was to attack, he was confident in taking the brunt of the damage before escaping the area in a matter of seconds.

Acles' eyes glowed at the sight of the book. A trade is a two-way exchange but he was very clear on his lower position in the negotiation as he had no comprehension of the value and needs in this world. However, he had something that the other party did not. Wealth. In abundance.

"I will be open and above. The value of the information in the book is something I am unable to gauge," he said slowly, "however, the need for it is urgent, and thus I am willing to pay a premium price for it."

His heart ached slightly when he took the item off his inventory. Immediately, a surge of vitality and vigour enveloped the forest around them. The item on his hand emitted a green lustre that could very well glow brightly in the darkest night. It was a stem holding a bunch of Leaves of the Genesis Tree. It could be used for many potions, but its most famous use back in YGGDRASIL was as the main ingredient to Lightning Blitz Potion, a potion that could permanently upgrade the effect of one mobility skill. Of course, it only worked once for each player, but it was still an invaluable treasure.


Interaction: Azure Sky

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Fabian Dul'aan
The Craftsman That Decided To Play God To Gain The Servitude of The Adventurers

​

Glad to have the quartet of novice adventurers awe, Fabian looked on upon the group, more importantly the gear they now sported with pride. "My friend Alishia and I are new to this area. We need capable folk to help us out. Our knowledge of the area, politics, economics, and many other subjects are lacking. Help us out, nay, work for us, and we'll make sure you will become famous." He said with great fervor, the gear already gifted to them an example of what the two had to offer. Deciding to quote a certain Emperor of Mankind, he continued.

"You shall become among my finest warriors, if you would give yourselves to me. Like clay I shall mould you and in the furnace of war forge you. You will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour I shall clad you, and with the mightiest weapons will you be armed. You will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight you. You will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe can best you in battle." Fabian said, his tone becoming that of a lord, each sentence bearing more weight.

Deciding to let his words soak in for the small group, he once again set aside the piece of enchanted steel plate. "Speaking of help, Alishia, I will need the alchemy lab. I believe this home to be a bit too empty." He said to the Elf woman, as he set aside Celene, confident the four would be unable to lift it. Waving them all to follow him to the Alchemy lab, he had one last bit to show off that was sure to truly leave them gobsmacked. Grabbing a couple of ingots, one Mithril, and the other Orichalcum, he led them into the lab.

Once inside, he set about collecting several ingredients and what seemed to be random items before setting them on a large empty table. Each item in a certain place. What was most peculiar was the positions of the ingots. The Orichalum at the head of the table, and the Mithril at the center. "And now the final ingredient." Fabian said before grabbing a small razor. With a quick motion, he drew the edge across his still fleshy left palm, drawing blood. Making a fist, he squeezed the crimson life essence onto both the ingots before holding the now bloody hand over the table.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled as the crystals on his bracer began to glow and arc with arcane power. "[Create Life], [Force Evolution]" He intoned as bolts of arcane energy was directed towards the table, lighting up the room in a myriad of colors and flashes. If one were to watch carefully, they could see the ingots melting down, and alloying, before they started to form the skeleton of the life now being created. Soon nerves formed, then organs and flesh. After several Eternal moments, the skin began to form, followed by the hair. It was clear that the being formed before them was female. "Always wanted a daughter..." He mused, as horns began to grow from atop her skull, just behind the long rabbit-like ears. Upon her brow, a blue gem glowed with a faint light, pulsating slowly. Soon after he cut off the spells as she gasped her first breath. Grabbing a blanket from the corner of the room, he quickly covered the Newborn. "Welcome into the world, Mitheria, First Daughter of Dul'aan"

Upon hearing his words, the newborn's eyes flitted open. Deep blue eyes, with pupils like that of the draconian members in the room looked around in wonder before the group all heard a feminine voice in their minds. "Mitheria.... My name is Mitheria?" She queried slowly sitting up, but keeping the warm blanket tightly wrapper around her as she tilted her head slightly.

"Yes my child. Your name is Mitheria. And it seems you are a Psion too."

Azure Sky Damafaud

 

[Damafaud]

To the Craftsman that Decided to Play God to Gain the Servitude of the Adventurers, There's Such a Thing as Too Much!

Alishia​

Aron thought he didn't hear right as he presented each member of the group with one piece of gear. His hands were shaking as he held the metal mask.

"C-... can we really take these?" His eyes were so bright. "I - we... what could we possibly give in return?"

Hm, hm. Fabian's speech left Alishia a bit uncomfortable. Of course, there was no way she showed it outside, but still. Trope-wise that was placing them as the omnipotent ruler. They had the qualification, but Alishia was never one hungry for control or power. One reason she became an underwater welder was the relative freedom of the job from a corporate structure. Still, it wasn't like she could contradict him in a time like this, so she had no choice but to remain silent.

She also could do nothing but nodded when he wanted to borrow her alchemy lab. Everything aside, she needed to show a solid relationship between her and Fabian. So, she remained silent. Even when Fabian put in materials like mithril and orichalcum into the cauldron, she remained a silent, approving figure. Even when she heard the skill [Create Life] and [Force Evolution], she did not say anything though her eyes twitched like crazy.

So, when the ingots melted to form a skeleton of life and transformed into a beautiful bunny girl, she said nothing else but, "Welcome, Mitheria, First Daughter of Dul'aan- As if I'm going to say that!"

Alishia slapped the table hard. A vial of small MP potion fell to the ground and shattered, releasing blue liquid releasing strong magic intent, but that was not her concern at the moment.

"Hello?! Tell me next time you're making a life out of nowhere!" She wanted to fume more about putting himself as high as a god with creating a life here, but she couldn't. The four adventurers were still there, so she made up more nonsense instead.

"Can't you do this when there aren't guests around?! Wait until everyone is home and make an event out of this?! This is the birth of a life and you make it like some sort of show! Gah! I can't with you!"

Interaction: HighSanguinaryPriest Azure Sky

 

[Glassred]

• My Little Sister Can't Be This Accurate a Sniper!
• Tell-tale Sign of Reunion

• 
  
  Helleborus, Five Kilometers off E-Rantel
  @---
  ​
  After a brief while of walking, Helleborus finally took off into flight and hopped down onto a secluded hill. Back at the shop, something had definitely been destroyed by now, but she didn't really mind. Adieu's behaviour was endearing to her, to an extent. Besides, Oborodzuka would surely help in patching up any holes in the floor and ceiling as was typical. The more pressing issue danced as reflections of light inside the scope of her rifle. She still anxiously pondered what she'd find by looking through it... whether a long-lost family member or a daring impostor. Sighing, she laid on her stomach in the grass.
  
  Gazing through the glass which magnified everything exponentially, she aimed the barrel of her weapon towards E-Rantel. Her sight was exponentially better than that of any regular marksman. From the hillock she rested on, she could see about three kilometers away without problem. Collecting herself, she slowed her breathing and steadied her grip, bringing the natural weaving and shaking of her limbs to zero. Even three kilometers wasn't presently enough.
  
  「Far Sight」
  
  For a short moment, the distant world appeared to twist and hurry closer in a blur, stabilising about right where the rakshasa wanted it to. As she looked through the scope now, she could see in perfect detail everything happening around the walls of the fortress city, as if she was standing right there. She carefully scanned the area, shifting her aim from passing stranger to another. Even at this range, her passive appraisal skills worked as a result of being sight-based. This fact caused her the first suprise of the survey, happening upon a curious man sitting under a tree. The unnaturally appearing tainted human was around max level for sure, but it wasn't her brother.
  
  Shaking the occurence off, Helleborus finally brought her attention to the city's gates. There, seated on a clearly freshly decapitated tree stump, a specter donned in military garb yawned from boredom. Their stats matched expectation, there remained no doubt about that the second they came into frame. Smiling hopefully, the sharpshooter nodded to herself and closed her eyes. Her finger curled tightly around the trigger, she had to do one more thing. Even to her skilled sight, stats could still be faked, and so...
  
  Click.
• 
  
  Adonai Elysium, Gates of E-Rantel
  Azure Sky
  ​
  Adonai stretched and yawned from his position on the tree stump. That Sweater, he thought, she sure talks a lot, huh. Whatever she was playing at, he didn't really care. If she wanted to roleplay, no harm could come out of it other than to herself. The enchanter pressed his cheek against his fist. She did raise a valid point in there being the possibility of never returning at all, ever. The world couldn't possibly be that cruel though, right? To leave her back on Earth to suffer completely alone, the spirit's metaphorical stomach churned. He'd never forgive the gods if that were the case.
  
  Fwoosh...
  
  Unbeknownst to him, a bullet had been let loose in his direction. In about fifteen seconds, it would arrive to signal Helleborus' presence. Yet, Adonai knew that she'd introduce herself this way, he wasn't completely ignorant to her programming which he had written himself. Standing up, he drew one of his many enchanted swords and assumed a defensive stance, reciting one passive physical skill after the other in order to brace for impact.
  
  「Heart-Seeking Blade」「Manifold Senses」「Maximum Velocity」「Triplet Strike」
  
  His eyelids calmly shut, leaving him with only one sense remaining.
  
  Three...
  
  Two...
  
  「Carving Thunder!」
  
  Earlier than anyone could even register its presence, the sniper's bullet exploded into a rain of ash at the end of a blade crackling with lightning. More accurately, three of the same blade annihilated it at once, fading back into one as the poltergeist sheathed the sword at his side. His personality didn't allow him to bother much with being inconspicuous, though even he knew that this display would draw at least a tiny bit of unwanted attention. Nonetheless, he sat back down on the stump from earlier, crossing his arms. Without a doubt, Helleborus would be there in a matter of seconds.

 

[Ace Cream]

Mache

Mache was in festive mood, at least for the first few minutes upon entering E-Rantel. After discovering that she could buy stuffs with Yggdrasil's coins she tried to buy some foods from nearby stalls that they passed. Unfortunately, the taste was far below what she expected so she ended up storing all those foods inside her inventory for later use, she probably could use [Analyze Ingredients] to discover the recipe and cook one for herself. They kept walking and walking until they finally reached a particular building. Mache's eyes lit up at the sight of it.

"Adventurer's guild! The place where solo players hang out!" She felts rather nostalgic as she rushed into the building. Adventurer's guild in Yggdrasil was a place run by NPC where people can play the basic premise of the game, adventuring. Newbies and player unassociated with any guild do their roleplay here and guilds looking for new members plaster their recruitment poster here. Compared to most members, Mache was one of the few who joined Harvest relatively late so she spent a lot of time playing with her IRL friend in adventurer's guild before that friend abruptly stopped playing the game. Leaving Mache alone, with a support build.

Glancing inside the building's interior with her starry eyes, Mache's attention immediately drawn to the receptionist counter and she approached it. One other use of the adventurer's guild was information sharing. Particularly about guild recruitment and build suggestion. A lot of players in the competitive scene treat information like treasure, but for newbies these information would be very helpful for them to enjoy the game and as such they use the adventurer's guild as a place for helping each other. She didn't know about this HQ here but she hoped she would at least be able to ask some questions.

"Hello receptionist! I want to ask some information about our guild named Harvest! Do you know anything about it? Also, do you know about Ignis? He is a blacksmith knight!"

Azure Sky PlusUltra

 

[PlusUltra]

SweaterSaint
Tags: Ace Cream Azure Sky (Open)
Location: E-Rantel, Adventuers guild.

Nodding to their guides word Sweater looks on with genuine interest, giving faint waves to those passing by along with faint chuckles now and then. Eventually, they would come upon the Guild, an area of particular use given it often acted as a hub of player activity, rumours and conversation....as well often began whatever reputation grind the area held. She strolls in to take in the area, taking note of the furnishings and people with her usual graceful movements and smiles. The place itself was fairly clean given what one could expect, overlooking the odd blemishes and imperceptibly a lone spider appears to have made a rather recent web up in the corner of the room, though a little too high for easy cleaning it could be forgiven.

"My guardian miss speaks, she is sadly still adjusting to the mortal tongue and i must apologies for failure my lessons, The correct word is "The" Guild my darling, and it is "Our" Focus to attempt to learn more of that aspect of my vision. Once again you must forgive me, Determiners are a tricky sort in the common tongue for translation at times. Though i forget myself, perhaps introductions...." her face changes somewhat as if recalling something "Oh my how forgetful of me, I completely forgot the cards of introduction i prepared....." giving a faint sheepish smile to the adventurers that escorted her before patting herself down somewhat, eventually reaching her chest and extracting a thin white card with golden borders from within the area "I kept them close to my chest for safekeeping but in all the excitement It is surprising what you forget." she shares a short look with Mache before taking the item in both hands and extending it in a bow of sorts for the receptionist to take. Upon the item, it reads her name along with a series of titles below, among the more flowery ones including Sanctioned Architect, Priestess, Healer, and more. "It was partially why I wrote all those down, I would not wish to insult those who gave me such titles by forgetting to include them...but on to the source of the visit, these generous adventurers were kind enough to escort us after dealing with those Ogres, Trolls...oh and Goblins..."

 

[Azure Sky]

The Adventurer's Guild​

"Ah, miss Angel wait...!" too late. She had already entered the guild. Somehow, nobody took attention to Mache as they went inside the city, for some unknown reason. Sweater's charisma alone attracted many stares, but for some reason...

Wait...
Now that I think about it.
She looks...

The room went silent for a short time...

"Hahahaha. This kid is a riot." One of the adventurers said. Some smiled at her, some scowled, and some gave looks of disgust.

Normal.

For some reason, people saw Mache as just a normal girl. As it happened with Hex priorly.

"Ah, well aren't you a cutie." The receptionist found Mache endearing.



"I unfortunately never heard of Harvest. But teasing people in the Re-Estize kingdom about the infamous Ignis of the Baharuth Empire is a potentially unhealthy idea." she said, cheerfully. Everyone in those parts heard of Ignis, but never met him. That only gave birth to all sorts of rumors, some more outlandish than the others. So the receptionist merely took Mache's question as a joke.

"Chet. Ignis this, Ignis that. Screw that asshole."
"Are you still salty his policies kicked you out of the empire, young man?"
"Hey, he may be an asshole, but my life's been better since he arrived. So cheers to him."
"You are really trivializing what he did. Don't you? He messed up the political landscape and power balance."
"He really upset members of the nobility and upper class, I'll tell you that!"
"Not my issue."

Some adventurers were having a heated discussion over Ignis's existence.

Then Sweater entered. Overflowing with an air of absolute charm and charisma, every person in that room shifted their attention to her, irregardless of gender.

Wow, she's so pretty. The receptionist thought as she listened to Sweater speak.

"Ah, so you are really not from these parts. My apologies, I thought..." she stopped midway as Sweater bestowed her with various introductory cards of... herself? So many titles...

Is she a celebrity? Wait...

"Did you say trolls, ogres, and goblins?"

"Miss Rain, these people are amazing!"
"Yes, they easily handled a ridiculously powerful ogre mage, two giant trolls, and a small army of goblins without even breaking a sweat."

"I-Is that so?"

Eh, the little girl too?

Suddenly the people in the room saw the two women in a new light.

Ace Cream PlusUltra Glassred

Alishia and Fabian's Den​

The adventurers did not know if they should have considered themselves lucky or not. On one hand they had the opportunity to reach greater heights than ever before. On the other hand, these powerful individuals only wanted information? They definitely were new to the area but the price seemed little. Or maybe... what they gifted to the adventurers was chump change compared to what they could truly bring forth at the peak of their ability. A scary thought.

"Only that? Consider it a deal!" Aron was cheerful and simple as always. The others sighed. What Fabian said next puzzled them. He wanted to use Alishia's lab, and he found the cave too empty. What was that all about? They were not prepared for what was to come. Initially they were confused as to what the mighty person was crafting but soon, they realised in horror, shock, bewilderment and utter disbelief that... he created a person. The four stood there frozen in place. Fabian named her Mitheria, and soon her voice would echo in their heads.

"Whoa-" Aron fainted from the hype. The other three didn't know what to say. What could they say? What could they possibly say? How could they possibly react? The man was more than a legendary blacksmith. He created life. He was a god. And there besides him, stood a woman unfazed condoning his actions yet again. The fact that he created life in front of them seemed to annoy her, more than anything else. If that was her sole reaction, she was a goddess too.

In front of such a scene, they had finally reached a conclusion on their future actions. As if their minds and bodies functioned in unison, all they could do was... bow, with their heads down.

"W-we pledge our loyalty to you, Great Ones."

Aron was fast asleep, hugging the helmet like a teddy bear.

HighSanguinaryPriest Damafaud

 

[Azure Sky]

Ergo- A Greatful Slime​

A potion. From its glow and texture, a high-level one. Ergo could study and reverse-engineer it to discover how it was made and if it could be improved or copied through herbs alone. It was a good deal. He extended his hand with the notebook to Acles. "This is a notebook bestowed upon me by an expert in the domain. It contains detailed knowledge about plants from this area and various others." Once Acles would take it, and Ergo would take the potion, he would turn around and continue his walk.

After a seconds, he'd turn around and say: "I drew my own conclusions from that book. I reckon your mistress should be able to as well. If your assesment of her was correct." Ergo was talking about the fact that he himself cross referenced using Yiggdrasil knowledge before he'd even been given that tome of knowledge. Whether Acles understood what Ergo meant or not depended on the former's ability to read between the lines.

Damafaud

 

[Ace Cream]

Mache

"Ehehe, it's just a bunch of low level monsters. They're no big deal!" Mache couldn't help but becoming conceited from all the praises and adoration stares that they garnered there. She blushed and scratched the back of her head awkwardly. Still, their reaction at the mention of Ignis was not something that she expected. Ignis did what? How could he even seemed to have achieved something big when they just arrived here like a few hours ago?

"S-sweater, I feel like there's something odd about all of this." Mache whispered nervously at her guildmate. She then approached the group of adventurers who debated about Ignis policies and sat next to them.

"Umm, can I ask more about Ignis? What have he done? S-since when? We're from far away land and I haven't meet him in ages." She said that last sentence hesitantly. She was still sure it hadn't been that long since they got here, but she had a hunch that their transportation might not be as straightforward as it seems. Whatever happening to them bent the space to sent them here, there's no guarantee it didn't bent the time too.

Azure Sky PlusUltra

 

[Glassred]

• Tentative Family
• The Shop That Wasn't Well Kept

• 
  
  Adonai Elysium + Helleborus, Gates of E-Rantel
  @---
  ​
  Taking in the dull scenery, Adonai tapped his kneecap and hummed a song he remembered from childhood. If appearances held true, the NPCs of their guild had taken upon a life of their own, keeping to mind the settings and flavour text added to them by the players. At present moment, he regretted the terrible coping mechanism which was writing Helleborus the way he did, a bizarre refraction of the relationship he and his real sister shared in childhood... only with the roles switched, of course. That whole incident, the reason he held the world in such bitter contempt and mockingly lashed out at absolute strangers, it wasn't good to think about. Yet, for one reason or another, he couldn't help but to dwell on his grudges. Like a revenant, he thought.
  
  Then, from the corner of his eye, the ghost caught the glimpse of a quickly approaching tempest. Running towards him at extravagant speed, a familiarly clothed figure kicked up a vast afterstorm of dust, carelessly knocking people out of the way as she did. Were it not for the emotional weight of the situation, this act would seem entirely out of character for the cautious and cool-headed Helleborus. Before she could even come into a five meter distance of her brother, she had already leapt into the air and aimed herself towards him, intent on a violent tacklehug.
  
  Fwoosh!
  
  "Ado-niisan!!"
  
  Thud!
  
  The very next moment, she was spitting out a mouthful of dirt. Collecting himself, Adonai stood up and faced his embarassment of an NPC. Extending out his arm to help her lift herself out of the human-shaped hole in the ground, he eyed the rakshasa up and down before nodding.
  
  "Jeez... That wasn't fair at all, Ado-niisan! I know you're incorporeal and all, but it's not like you couldn't have stopped being that and accepted the hug, y'know." Helleborus compained to him with a pout on her face. It didn't quite suit her, but neither did this behaviour in the first place. The poltergeist sighed, opening his mouth to speak. "And let myself be crushed against the nearest heavy object? You should've taken it easy, didn't I teach you to measure twice before cutting?" Wait... Teach? It wasn't entirely wrong, just--
  
  "Hey! Even a prudent bussinesswoman like me is allowed to let her guard down every now and then. I mean, where have you been? You just vanish randomly and expect me not to get excited seeing you again?! It's not fair at all, to have expectations like that after..." A small tear formed at the corner of her eye, turning quiet and letting her gaze fall to the side. Adonai knew how she felt, but he couldn't fully connect to his own emotions right now, let alone somebody else's. Still, he hadn't forgotten how to be a good person yet.
  
  "Sorry. I contacted you as fast I could though, shouldn't it have been like--" He stopped himself there, finally considering just what duration of time could cause his "sister" to act in a manner like this. Had they been separated by a temporal gap? He'd discover later. For now, it seemed like a better idea to get a hold of proper gear in case any enemies arrived with them. "Actually, nevermind. How's the shop? I trust you've been keeping it well."
  
  Helleborus' eyes lit up instantly, her signature smirk returning to her face. "I thought you'd never ask! Here, come! I'll lead ya' right to it!"
• 
  
  Adieu + Oborodzuka, Helleborus' Magical Commodities
  @---
  ​
  "I forgot! Oboro-san, help! I forgot, I forgot!" Causing the priceless items to racket up and down the shelves, Adieu chaotically hopped from place to place in search of the aoandon. Had she the capacity to feel pain, she would've probably stopped at the splinters penetrating her shoes and stabbing into her feet, but thankfully she didn't. Among the few things emblazoned on her long-term memory, the need to stretch every morning or become wholly stiff and immobile stood out as one of the more important. However, to a zombie who somehow manages to slip her own mind on occasion, it wasn't entirely unheard of to forget the routine.
  
  Growling something under her non-existent breath, Oborodzuka closed her book with a lazy motion and flew over to her friend. She tilted her head to the side, using her innate telekinesis to keep most of the merchandise from crashing onto the floor. Unlike a poltergeist, a ghost of her kind couldn't interact with the physical world under any regular circumstance, and so the use of other methods came not only pre-packaged but mandatory.
  
  "What have you forgotten? You're making quite the ruckus, please calm down a little."
  "Ah! Oboro-san! I forgot to stretch, you've gotta save me!"
  "I see. That must mean you're becoming a victim to rigor mortis, slowly."
  "N-no! I don't wanna become a tortoise?!"
  ". . ."
  ". . ."
  "Hm?"
  
  "Gah! You'll help me with those stretches, right?"

 

[Damafaud]

• Acles
• Alishia

• 
  A Mission Accomplished
  

  
  

  Acles ​
  "There will not be any trouble," Acles answered without missing a step, knowing exactly he was speaking falsehood.
  
  His mistress Alishia could make her own conclusion without an issue, but that was only if she had the will for it. She never bothered with anything too complicated or burdensome. She might be interested at first but would dump the project to him the first moment she lost interest. And he was fine with that. After all, he was created to be her servant, to do things she couldn't be bothered to.
  
  They made the exchange. Acles flipped the pages of the notebook and scanned its content. The information was immediately compiled in his database. It didn't matter now if the notebook was damaged. "A pleasure to make the trade," Acles bowed his head toward the departing herbalist. "you are always welcome at our base."
  
  The mechanical shoes he wore let out a soft glow as Acles hovered off the ground, zooming back to the base under the effect of [Fly] and [Greater Haste]. Mission accomplished. It was time to return. Acles activated [Life Bond], the bond between a Sentient Guardian and his mistress.
  
  I have procured a potioneering journal of this world
  Wh- geez, that surprises me! Good work. I'm going sightseeing with some adventurers. Go back and make all that. Or dump it to the new person Fabian made and accompany me.
  As you wish.
  
  Acles continued flying at the highest speed possible. He should finish his task earlier to accompany his mistress earlier.
  
  Interaction: Azure Sky
  
• 
  It's a Bit Sudden, but I Want to Go Sightseeing, so I'm taking the Underlings of a Friend to Serve as Tour Guides
  

  
  

  Alishia​
  And that's it. That bow and those fearful words were the nails on the coffin. Alishia suppressed a groan internally. Her plan to act like an ancient witch who knew nothing about the world but nigh impossibly strong was thrown out of the window. Now she was an ancient goddess who knew nothing about the world. The difference? The latter meant these people would actually fear her and not just wary! Still, the skill had been cast and the enemy definitely didn't have counterspells. She could only sigh.
  
  "Loyalty, loyalty, fine. Since you're his warriors now, I'm borrowing one of you to escort me to the nearest city. I'm bored just making potions here and I want to eat cake." They had a kitchen here, but she couldn't bake in real life and she was getting tired of YGGDRASIL's cake recipe. She wanted something different.
  
  Alishia pointed at the djinn-born. What was his name she overheard again? Right, Zefir. Her hearings got sharper when she turned into an elf. "You, Zefir. You're a mage, right? You're leading me with the idiot Aron here to the nearest city to buy snacks. I'll make you an alchemy item in return. Same with this guy here." She nudged the unconscious Aron with the tip of her boot.
  
  Making immortal warriors, building an undefeatable army, whatever. She wasn't interested in that. She was more interested in lazing around and sightseeing. This was another world! She had a lot of things to see! Fantastic creatures, great landscapes, hot men... her gaze lingered on Aron. A bit dumb, loud energy, cocky-looking face. Cute. Not really her type, though. Zenryu was the same. Zefir... she didn't mind old people, but his body looked so skinny. Pass.
  
  Suddenly, the edge of her mind rang with a voice. Alishia nearly jumped. She was still not used to the telepathy line between her and Acles.
  
  I have procured a potioneering journal of this world
  Wh- geez, that surprises me! Good work. I'm going sightseeing with some adventurers. Go back and make all that. Or dump it to the new person Fabian made and accompany me.
  As you wish.
  
  The connection died. Alishia turned to Fabian. "Acles will be back with knowledge about herbs of this world. Tell him if you need anything made. Or he can teach potioneering to Mitheria if that's what you want."
  
  Interaction: HighSanguinaryPriest Azure Sky
  

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Fabian Dul'aan
I Love It When A Plan Comes Together. Now To Get The Ball Rollin'
​

Fabian smirked at the irked words of his companion, as she quickly claimed the two male half-breeds as escorts to the closest settlement. That left him both the Dragonoid and Half-Dragonoid. Walking over towards his newborn daughter, he carefully hefted her in a bridal carry, careful to keep the blanket covering her, as he turned towards the group. "Good. While you're out sampling the delectable treats, would you please pick up a few samples of masterwork gear? I'd like to know what i'm working against in this realm. Also, a couple kegs of ale, and a cask of spirits. We've got people living here now. might as well make it more like a home." He said making his way towards the Main Hall. Looking back he eyed the two draconic beings. "You two, Zenryu and Fiona, Come with me to the forge, We'll talk more about your duties there and answer any questions ya might have." he said, jerking his head in the direction he was going.

With that said, he carried Mitheria towards the forge. While he himself would have no qualms going about his home in the buff, now that he had folk living there, it would be more prudent that she didn't have to either. Not to mention the mines nearby would prove useful if they wanted to test his mettle. Didn't need them breaking his shit on him. As he entered the main hall, the group was met by a rather large badger who began to grunt and chatter at Fabian. At least to their ears.

"Who the Fuck are they?! And why the hells does the bunny eared lass smell like your daughter.... Oh.... Forget the last part.... Still, who are the other four?!"

"Stanley, these are our new allies. They will be working for me and Alishia. As for her," Fabian replied readjusting his hold on the woman, "This is Mitheria. Think of her as your little sister. Now come along, we've got some things to handle in the forge."

Azure Sky Damafaud

 

[PlusUltra]

SweaterSaint
Tags: Ace Cream Azure Sky (Open)
Location: E-rantel, Adventuers Guild

Sweater keeps her smile as she idly waves her fan, though inside she definitely perked up to the bizarre names in regards to Ignis and the way he was being spoken of. Firstly was the fact he was infamous in this new world, even for a well-connected world with instant messaging you don't become Infamous in a few hours, she should know, it takes work and time, the latter of which didn't seem possible unless there was more to this than simply each person moving to a new location. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense somewhat if she took games into consideration, fractions of a second latency could cause giant delays in simple character actions given the data is crossing the world, so multiply that by the delay to however much data a full person would count as and by crossing into another world entirely, that time could be dramatic. Turning her head to Mache for a moment she did however wonder why those in the same area got transported at the same time...or did they? It did take her a few minutes to find the others and never did confirm just how long it had been for them, though it did seem quite recently given the reactions so the delay likely wasn't that big. Ignis, however, was not with the rest of them at the move, he was perhaps within a different zone which given it had fewer people may have transferred faster? or maybe that zone was closer with a better connection speed to speak? Ugh this was all getting way too confusing for her liking, it could all be nothing though since Ignis wasn't exactly a unique name on its own, so they should maybe try and confirm it is the same Ignis and not just some other guy with an easy fire-themed name. She casually listens into the conversations on the tables over while keeping eye contact with the receptionist, picking out further keywords and phrases. Arrived, Power Balance Change, Upsetting Nobility...given the average level a 100 player could certainly do all those things, then again so could a cunning man with the right moves so it was not definitive. She needed concrete information, assumptions made ass out of oneself, and despite now possessing one of the remarkably more polygons she would rather not come across as too foolish.

The receptionist's words put her back into focus, allowing a faint smile to further warm her features at the adventurer's comments Sweater never the less did feel compelled to come across as humble to these people, It was likely due to humbleness being the far more attractive trait perceptively, after all, downplaying actions when done right only enhanced ones standing and reputation. Her face turning somewhat sheepish she goes to respond

"Oh dears it was nothing really, they had already been weakened, they must have been worn down with hunger and distraction too, I really didn't do much at all in comparison to my faithful followers, Just small courage boosting enchantment. After all, the harm is not what my heart seeks to provide and it would do nothing if not supported by the loving devotion of those around me, I really do not deserve such praise"

A little thick on it but should work for now, from the looks of the rest of the occupants getting their support and starting her foundation should be easy, after then the rumours could flow and draw in the curious as it cascades outwards. She finishes her words withdrawing in her angel closer with the free arm in an affectionate movement, as she works in a discreet short-range messaging spell.

*Oh I have noticed, I think though rather than jumping to conclusions we need to confirm that these two Ignis's are one and the same, speaking of which....this may appear a silly question but how long was it between when you arrived in this world and when I discovered you?. Ask your questions but please do try and keep the full extent of our abilities somewhat reserved, girls need to keep some secrets and mystique after all right?*

The thoughts ended with a somewhat humour tone before she decides to leave the task to Mache for the most part and focus on a few other items of note. "Though there were a few questions of my own I did neglect in these darlings adventurers wonderful tour I do suppose now might be prudent, We have travelled quite far and I am ashamed to say a few small comforts have been missed if they are not too much trouble" a short pause with a flutter of her eyes along with several subtle body movements "Namely items such as secluded space for prayer, a room for our stay, perhaps even bathing facilities to wash the dust of the road away?... After which we could perhaps seek out ways of giving back for the generosity, the cities magical and divine services are an item of wonder for myself, or aiding in a few of those contracts upon the wall I noticed perhaps? Though I am sorry to say the mention of metals is somewhat lost on me, Is it related to those remarkable pendants around the people's necks?"

 

[Azure Sky]

Adventurers Guild​

"E-eh...?" the adventurers did not know how to react to Mache. She and Sweater were apparently very strong, if the three that came back were telling the truth. Despite Sweater trying to be humble, the fact was that Flynn, Patricia, and Ragnor were Gold rank adventurers. Which made them pretty strong. And they came back from a fight against two trolls, and apparently an ogre mage unharmed. Beyond their beauty, the two women were stronger than they looked. But...

"W-wait! You two are from the same land as Ignis?"

All of a sudden, everyone from the room paid attention.

"What can we say, really?"
"Maybe they can talk some sense into him!"
"What sense? The guy had a point. He wants a nation of strong and capable people. You just didn't make the cut."
"You wanna fight ya bastard?"
"All right, cool it off, both of you!" An older adventurer hit the table with his fist. The ones arguing went silent.


He then started speaking. "Ignis is a name everyone around here knows. But nobody actually met him. Except... me." He took a short pause to touch his scared eye. "It was around 4 years ago. I was a knight in the Baharuth Imperial Guard at that time, and one of the emperor's personal guardians. The emperor had returned from a diplomatic journey to forge an alliance with this Ignis." He took another short pause. He started sweating. "The emperor said he was to be a consultant to the Empire's administration. But I saw the truth. He was controlling the empire from the shadows." He looked at Mache in an intense manner. "I have never met such a strong warrior, such a calculated mind, and such a cruel persona, all melded into one man. He had no mercy for the weak, no interest in those with no technical, or useful skill, as he called it. Those who opposed were reduced to cinders. Those who quietly accepted were let go. They were given compensation as well, beyond what they had before, be they aristocracy, imperial militia, adventurers, or commoners. With almost surgical precision, he cut out everyone he deemed useless." He stopped to drink from his gourd. "The Baharuth Empire is definitely stronger with his consultancy. From a certain perspective, I would have had a good life in the rejuvenated empire. But I left as a matter of principle. To be clear, I opposed him as well. But because he found me worthwhile, I got away with only a scar and the loss of sight in my left eye." he then clapped his hands. "But that's in the past." He turned to Sweater. "You can find the finnest taverns of Re-Estize in this here capital, E-Rantel. With enough coins, you will be procured with all the amenities you have priorly enumerated. I personally recommend the Wild Boar tavern. The only place of prayer, on the other hand, is the Central Cathedral. As for showing your gratitude..." He looked around. "How about joining the Adventurer's guild?"

Meanwhile...

In the wider picture: E-Rantel​

Hex had a good nap. And when he meant nap, he meant evesdropping on Adonai and Helleboros's conversation using enhanced hearing through ki.

"Ah, the beauty of ki. Cannot be detected by magical defenses." He thought.

[Worm]

A little worm followed Adonai and his NPC around, while remaining underground. Meanwhile, he returned to the city. He had another person he was curios of. They came to E-Rantel prior to the Harvest gang, though.

...

He eventually found him.

"Ah, young mage. A fine day isn't it?" He asked the man.

Glassred PlusUltra Ace Cream DrabberRogue

Daddy "God-Complex" , Comic Relief Tsukkomi Elf, and Fresh Meat Underlings

After Zefir slapped Aron a few times to wake him up, the two of them would go out with Alishia towards the nearest Carpe Diem town. Zefir felt an unusual sense of ease near Alishia. She looked so wise, composed, and dignified. And she also seemed on the not-so extreme side, unlike the other god-like individual. They just had to take her to the nearest town and buy snacks and get some gear for Fabian. Easy enough.



The town of Arcadia was unusually peaceful. No rowdy, rude folk. Everyone was polite. Everything was clean, and the architecture was stunning. As for the food... While they were using wooden dishes and cutlery, the food seemed wierdly... modern?


As for the bakeries and pastry shops, apart from the freshness... they were kinda chic.




"The new leader of Carpe Diem takes great pride in beauty. Be it architecture, art, food, persona, appearance, or behaviour."

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Meanwhile, at the cave...

How nice, they get to go and have fun with the kind elven lady.

Zenryu and Fiona thought as they followed Fabian. He was a god-like individual alright, but they felt a strong anxiousness around him. What was the word? Ah yes, he was unpredictable. Kinda like Aron. But with divine might. A scary combination, and...

"Whoa! A big fluffy badger!" Fionna was bewildered.
"After everything that you saw moments ago, that still surprises you?" Zenryu facepalmed.
...
As both reallised they may have been disrespectful to Fabian, the straghtened their backs got anxious yet again.

"We didn't mean any disrespect, mighty one."
"I-if you don't mind my impudence in asking. What sort of work awaits us in the forge?"

HighSanguinaryPriest Damafaud

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Fabian Dul'aan
Nobody Likes An Ass-kisser

​

Fabian looked at the two new lackeys with a slight scowl as they entered the forge. "Okay first off, quit with the boot-licking. It's not endearing, it's annoying. Speak what ya mean, and stop pussy-footin around." He barked as he set the Psion on his worktable, before grabbing what looked to be bolts of cloth, along with chain mail made from the same black metal Fionna's new blade was forged. "Second, We're here because it's where i like to be, and is a good place to chat while I work. And Third, you both have questions, as do I, so I figure we best get them out of the way. That way we have no further cock-ups in the future due to any lack of information, sound good?" Fabian said as he began to measure and cut the cloth before stitching the Beliat Mail in between.

"Now ask away. I've much to do, and many things to create." He said, before once more focusing on his work. [Create Item: Beliat Weave Dress]. Moments later, a simple looking dress of crimson and black sat on the table beside Mitheria. "Lets have ya get dressed dear. No need for you to be naked anymore."

The Kayo Psion carefully lifted the surprisingly light dress, despite having metal literally incorporated into it's makeup, and began to dress herself, completely unashamed of her nudity, nor caring that there were others in the room. "Thank you Father" She said vocally, her voice quite and somewhat timid despite her lack of modesty.

Turning away and coughing into his fist, Fabian simply muttered something noncommittally, now firmly focusing his sights on the two draconic beings.

Azure Sky Damafaud (In case Acles shows up)

 

[Ace Cream]

Mache

It's only a few minutes between my arrival and meeting with you and Adonai

Mache replied to Sweater as she listened to the old man's tale, though her face clearly says 'I'm confused' to whoever paid enough attention. It's not like the story was non-sensical, no, it's the other way around. That did sounds like what their Ignis would say, but cranked up to the next scale, and it was a story from 4 years ago?? She did expect a time twist but she still wanted to not believe it. She felts rather uneasy but when the man suggested to them to join the adventurer's guild she nodded rather enthusiastly. She didn't see any reason not to do that, she wanted more information!

"S-sure, can I-" Mache almost asked the receptionist to be placed on at least a higher rank since she didn't want to waste time hunting goblins but Sweater's words about keeping their power level reserved rang inside her mind so she bit her tongue and switched the topic. "Can I ask for the form to fill in?"

Azure Sky PlusUltra

 

[Glassred]

Adonai Elysium, Re-Estize Kingdom
Azure Sky
​

On the way back to the shop, Adonai and Helleborus led a leisurely chat about trivial things, catching up as some might say. Both knew well not to discuss sensitive topics in public, especially on a busy road like the one leading to E-Rantel. A single merchant overhearing the wrong (or the right, if one was so inclined) bit of conversation easily meant the entire city knowing and spreading rumours by the next day. To the poltergeist, speaking with a supposed artificial intelligence still felt off, but there remained no other choice than to simply go along with it. Taking into account the lack of an obvious escape method, acting like he still resided merely in a VR game appeared careless to the max dial.

"Say, you're not just gonna vanish like that again, right Ado-niisan?" The rakshasa casually asked with her hands behind her head. She was examining the scenery, as if she didn't remember it perfectly. "I mean, I get that sometimes ya' don't have a say in that sorta thing, but maybe just leave a note or something?" Truthfully, Adonai had no intention to stay in this New World permanently, though his dulled humanity still told him to play along, at least a little.

"Who knows? It's in my nature as a ghost to disappear," he posited, eyes lazily moving from tree to passerby. Before Helleborus could scold him for such a remark, he had already began rectifying the statement. "Don't think I will though, something just tells me otherwise." Not the most assuring comment out there, but it wasn't incorrect either. The uniformed fairy received it by shrugging and continuing the trek onward, making the both of them look like a bizarre military entourage. Of course, their outfits resembled nothing recognizable to the common person.

After an uncertain amount of time spent walking, the duo arrived in front of the roadside shop. Smirking softly, Adonai briefly reminisced about its creation, before being rudely interrupted by yet another NPC flying straight through him while screaming loudly. Raising an eyebrow, he turned to see a small zombie girl tightly hugging a tree a few meters away from him. He pondered whether he was somehow magnetic towards people carelessly flinging themselves at him, shuddering at the thought. Pointing at Adieu, who he very barely recognized, he raised the question.

"Helleborus... what is that?" The shopkeeper scratched the back of her head, cracking a nervous smile. She awkwardly waltzed over to the Hopping Zombie, yanking her towards herself and rushing into the building. Delivering her assistant inside, she slammed the door behind her and faced her brother, clearing her throat. "Well..! This poor girl was kicked out onto the graveyard and left there to rot... figuratively. I just couldn't stand the sight, y'know? I was lonely too at the time, so I took her and Oboro--"

"And?" The ghost implanted his face firmly into his palm, muttering under his breath. She really was soft, to let two metaphorical stray cats rampage amidst a sea of priceless magical artefacts. Then again, that reminded him so much of... "Guh. Nevermind, just take me inside," he ordered. The rakshasa nodded, opening the door again to reveal an obliviously drooling Adieu, a book-submerged Oborodzuka, a toppled shelf and a hole in the wooden floor. "Eheh... welcome home!"

Adonai blinked, expressionless. Normally, he would've been incredibly annoyed, but even rage faded with the colour. Instead, he soundlessly took a seat behind the shop's counter and rummaged through it, all the while Helleborus frantically patched the room back together in the background. Picking up a satchel of precious jewels, the poltergeist slid a small ball of jade between his index and middle finger, cracking it against his hip.

「Manipulate Stone and Wood」

Suddenly, the the broken floorboards and detached shelf magically hovered back into place, unbroken. He could still control magic through Enchanting, good. Helleborus exhaled in relief, petting the zombie beside her subconsciously. "Ah. Almost forgot, I've gotta let... here."

「Greater Silence」

Before I do that, let's make sure we don't expose our Guild Leader to prying snakes. Helleborus cast a series of anti-scrying and eavesdropping spells in the general area, before giving herself the green light. She mouthed the word Message, sending a short status report to Ignis.

"Yo, paisen! Helleborus again, reporting success. He's the real deal, so you can come see him for yourself now, if you wanna. Though... I really hate to ask this of you, but could you teleport outside the shop this time, pretty please? Adieu already caused a mess while I was gone, so y'know... I'd hate for the whole building to burn down in front of my bro as well."

 

[Damafaud]

I'm Going Sightseeing While I Hurry to Finish My Tasks So I Can Join My Mistress Sightseeing

Alishia​

Acles ​

Alishia got Zefir and Aron out of the cave and immediately buff them with [Woodland Stride] with a wave of her staff.

"Come on! Let's go! To the city for cake- what did Fabian ask for again? Gears, ale, spirits. Zefir, remind me about those later since I'll definitely forget. Now let's go to the city! [Mass Greater Haste]!" The spell was useless for far traversal considering its short duration of effect, but it certainly made for great theatrics as they started their journey. Did she forget something?

"And tell me if there's a monster! I'm not good at fighting!"

As Alishia and the two adventurers zoomed through the forest, a red blur arrived in the mouth of the cave. Acles had the leather-bound journal still in hand when he performed a slight bow toward Fabian. "Do you require any assistance, Young Master? The Young Mistress had commanded me to assist you if possible as an addition to the tasks she had assigned."

Despite the moniker, Fabian did not have the same right as Alishia to command him. Her request and equal position with Fabian were the things that bind Acles to follow his command. The automaton glanced at the two dragonoid figures. Too nervous. They should be the adventurers the Young Miss mentioned. The daughter should be the rabbit girl. Her bare state didn't affect the automaton as he continued. "The Young Mistress had also offered the choice of teaching your daughter in potioneering and alchemy if so desired."

Interaction: Azure Sky HighSanguinaryPriest

 

[DrabberRogue]

In Another World Living My Chronic Gamer Fantasy

It had been jarring at first. When the clock struck twelve on that final, bittersweet day, Arcturus had expected to be kicked back to Yggdrasil's title screen. Consigned to bid a fond farewell to his favorite (and the only) MMO he'd ever gotten into. Instead the very next moment he'd merely found himself in a completely different environment. Gone was the vista of one of his favorite locations, where he'd retreated to spend his final moments before Ragnarok took the servers. In its place was a completely new environment. It was as if he'd been suddenly teleported somewhere else, especially confusing for Arcturus considering he was immune to that sort of thing. Mostly. Yggdrasil always had an exception.

That had quickly became the least confusing thing about his situation, however, as he felt the cool touch of a breeze against his skin. Now that was impossible. The technology for that kind of sensory simulation didn't exist yet! Or did it? Was the shutdown just a smokescreen for a secret, revolutionary update? Theories raced through the young man's head one after the other, each one grasping at more straws than the last as new observations repeatedly proved him wrong.

Finally the realization hit him. It struck with the force of an ill timed truck, racing to fill out its isekai protag quota for the coming season. It was impossible, yet everything fit. The sudden unfamiliar environment, the full spectrum of senses, the absence of a GUI, the actual people who couldn't possibly be players... It was happening. One of the things he'd always daydreamed about but was certain would remain in his head.

Arcturus had been isekai'd.

The instinct to freak out had warred with a childish glee behind his character's, now his, well practiced poker face. The latter won. Sure there were things to worry about, but why waste time worrying when he had a whole new world to explore AndLikeThereAreAllTheseRealPeopleAndItsLikeYggdrasilCameToLifeAndHeStillHasLikeAllHisCharactersPowersAndAndAnd

Arcturus had a roleplaying field day once he'd finally come to terms with his situation. With those around him seemingly having taken no notice of his vastly superior power level, he decided he wanted to keep it that way. It was best not to tip his hand after all, wasn't it? Besides, he enjoyed seeming less powerful than he was. The Enigmatic Magician hiding in plain sight. It had been a bit of a hobby of his back in Yggdrasil.

Initially he'd tried to disguise his seeming lack of knowledge with claims of naivety, spinning a vague backstory for himself of wealthy parents and a sheltered upbringing. When he asked questions about things that were common knowledge, he tried to deflect the baffled reactions with a sheepish claim of 'knowing little of the outside world.' Arcturus at first hadn't wanted to portray himself as an obvious foreigner. However this solution proved awkward to work around, and he eventually gave in to convenience. If anyone asked, or if he seemed clueless, he was simply a traveler from a far off land. Somewhere far to the West, 'across The Pond' as he put it with a side of zero context.

Actually he preferred this over the 'clueless rich boy' cover once he started using it. He liked the extra layer of mystery it gave him.

It wasn't too long before Arcturus found himself wandering into the closest city. A bustling, important seeming city which he would soon come to learn was called E-Rantel. He'd simply followed the roads and the NP-, that is, the people as he let his curiosity lead the way. Right, those were actual people. At least as far as he could tell. In any case he went on to spend the next few days getting his bearings and indulging himself in the world. Perhaps his reaction was a bit silly, given he was in a fantasy world with all the ridiculous magical prowess of his Yggdrasil character, but it was the little things that really fascinated him at first.

----------

Arcturus was sat on the edge of a fountain, idly watching as people milled all around him. Tent to tent, building to building, street to street. The fountain was set in a large empty square where many streets met, with a veritable bazaar set up along its edges. It was an ideal place for people watching. More importantly though it was an ideal place for acquiring snacks. The apple in his hand certainly wasn't the best he'd ever had, but it was pretty good. He'd bought it from one of the merchants in that very square, having wanted an excuse to stick around in that area for a little while. Well, that and he was hungry. Arcturus liked apples.

It might as well not have costed anything, given how much gold he'd inherited from Yggdrasil, but even the simple act of buying an apple wasn't quite so straightforward for him. In order to conceal the foreign origin of his currency, Arcturus had been discreetly casting a small illusion on them before paying for every transaction. Every coin that left his hand was disguised to resemble the mint of everyone else's money. By the time the illusion wore off he would be long disassociated from the coins. It was a small measure, but Arcturus enjoyed those sorts of things. Keeping even the smallest of secrets to obscure his identity.

One individual in particular stood out from the crowd around him. Arcturus was about halfway through his apple by the time he'd spotted the unusual sight, the sight of a ghastly skeletal figure drawing his gaze almost immediately. What was strangest to him was the fact that nobody else seemed to be reacting to it. As far as he could tell most everyone else around was some manner of normal humanoid, so the indifference struck him as weird. Creepy even. It was like those pictures where a disturbing monster was juxtaposed onto an otherwise normal scene.

The skeletal figure was itself perched on a similarly interesting looking individual. A sharply dressed human, immortal by one means or another. There was something distinctly dark and spooky about him. Arcturus was curious, but he didn't want to use an active identification spell to get a better idea of what the guy was. Yet. Active measures always carried a risk of detection.

The young magician gave a friendly smile as it became clear the other man was approaching him. "Indeed, a fine day it is!" Arcturus cheerfully replied, sitting up a little straighter to better acknowledge the greeting. His eyes remained fixed on the human of the pair once he was engaged, totally ignoring the spooky shoulder creature in the same way that everyone else seemed to be doing. "...My name is Arcturus, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." After a short pause he elected to introduce himself, putting an apple laden hand to his chest. Afterwards he of course immediately bit into said almost eaten apple, his head tilting curiously while he chewed.

Azure Sky

 

[Damafaud]

I'm Really Transmigrated into a Fantasy World!

Alishia​

Carpe Diem tickled just the right niche for the isekai-minded Alishia. A charming rustic town straight out of fairy tales. Everything had a fantasy flair to it, but without the problems medieval fantasy had like sewage problems or unpalatable food or high crime rate. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she would think she had been isekai'd into some manga fantasy world! But she already transmigrated as a game avatar, so having that extra layer would just be weird.

"Beauty is good! I like it here!" Alishia proclaimed with a smile. Little did Zefir knew, she was ready to barge into some nobility's mansion to steal their chefs if the food in shops did not meet her standard. "Now, what can be exchanged for some quick money here? Gems? Monster materials? Gold? I don't have the local currency, so I need to make some first. Does the adventurer guild accept trade for medicinal herbs? Oh, and don't tell anyone about my identity. It's going to get annoying if people discover my identity."

Unlike Fabian, Alishia preferred to blend in with the locals in contrast with establishing her dominance against them. It was a rare chance to be immersed in a fantasy world and she wanted to be a part of it, not a nonchalant observer. Thus, she was wary about using YGGDRASIL coins and showing the extent of her skills unless it was necessary. Of course, that meant her potions were no good either. That would make her too famous. for her liking.

Interaction: Azure Sky

 

[Azure Sky]

Hex, A Man of Unknown Motives​

"Hmmm..."

Hex pondered as he looked around, or that's what it seemed like at least. "I am not good with small talk." He reached his conclusion, and looked at the mysterious mage again. "Some other people from an unknown land came in town today. They have a particular feel about them. Similar to you. I was just thinking..." He paused and smiled.

"They may have come from a distant land, just like you." He concluded as he took out an Yiggdrasil gold coin and tossed it constantly in the air. "Although it is quite interesting you all are in posession of the Baharuth Empire's currency." At that point he was simingly thinking to himself.

"Ah, I am going on a tangent again. Never mind. That is all I came here to say." With that, he turned around to continue his walk.

Meanwhile near the Baharuth Empire...​

Ignis had received a message from Helleborus. Apparently the Adonai which she made contact with was the real deal.

[Message to Helleborus: That's great news! I would come over, but we are a bit busy here with some invaders... But I sent someone else over.]



An Astral Demon. Quite a powerful one, within lvl 80 to 90. It appeared at the outskirts of the Baharuth Empire, but before it could reach the city it was stopped by Head Maid Strawberry who was in the area. She contacted Ignis, who came to check in person. Now, one Astral Demon was not much of an issue with both him and Strawberry, but a dozen more came out of a fiery portal.


One of them even had a poisoned flail.



"Hmmm... Strawberry?"
"Yes, Lord Ignis?"
"It is time we use the greatest tactic ever invented by man."
"Running away?"
"Running away."

And so they did.

"Hehehehe."

From afar, watching above the clouds, a beautiful witch giggled in delight.

"Awww, they didn't stick around."


???

The Shop [Adonai, Helleborus, Ghosts n' Stuff]​

"Excuse the intrusion." A deep, baritonal voice could be heard beyond the door, as the person in question opened it. The source of the voice was a simingly young man with red hair and eyes. He smiled as he analysed every other individual in the room and then bowed to Adonai. "It has been a long time, my lord."

It was Doolbbe. A lvl 100 NPC who, in the game, was created to guard the Treasury.

Adventurer's Guild​

"Certainly. Here is your registration form." The receptionist said cheerfully as she gave the paperwork to Mache. "All new Adventurers start from Bronze. As you complete more quests and as the difficulty raises, your rank will go up." She then proceeded to explain about the adventurer ranks in Re-Estize: copper, iron, silver, gold, platinum, mithril, orichalcum and finally adamantite.

The Cave- Fabian, Acles, Underlings and the Honey Badger Doesn't Give A...​

Ah, damn it...

They had displeased Fabian with their overly formal and pompous way of addressing him. Not good.

"We understand, it won't happen again." Fionna replied.

Fabian was annoying to deal with. Even more annoying to try to understand. The two came to the conclusion they just pledged their loyalty to a ridiculously overpowered, and obnoxious asshole god. On the other hand, he did say they could ask any question.

"Ok. We will take you up on that offer. Where are you from? Where you born so powerful, or did you gain your unreal abilities through other means? Why did you come to these lands?" Fionna was straight to the point. "Fionna, that's a bit..." Much to Zenryu's anxiety. Then Acles came by. A servant of the elven woman. He looked very... normal.

Town in Carpe Diem​

Aron and Zefir were glad Alishia liked the place. She then asked about how to gain her hands on some local currency. "Ah, if the currency you have on hand is not from these parts and cannot be exchanged at a local bank, we could try talking to a certain excentric collector. His name is Briar. Living in that house over there." Aron pointed in the distance at a house up a small hill. Behind it, quite further away, but too big not to notice, Alishia would see a flying construct of sorts.


"He collects more than coins, though." Zefir interjected. "Anything that is unusual, or not from around here, he will want. On the other hand, I heard he will negotiate the price to the bone."

Damafaud Glassred DrabberRogue HighSanguinaryPriest PlusUltra Ace Cream

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Fabian Dul'aan
About Damn Time Someone Grew A Pair...

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Fabian was about to respond to the Half-Draconian's questions, pleased to have some direct questions, when the Android Acles showed up to report. "That's fine Acles, go ahead and show Mitheria the ropes on Alchemy. And do be polite, she was just born less than an hour ago." He said before turning his attention towards the bins of different ingots. Reaching in, he grabbed a few of the alloyed ones, and a crucible. Stuffing the Ingots into the furnace, he proceeded to fill the Crucible with powdered Platinum before speaking once more.

"Well At least the Lady seemed to have grown a pair. As for your questions; First, I'm from the Realm of Yggdrasil, Same as Acles and everyone else you have met or yet to meet in this subterranean home. Second, No, I was not born powerful. I was However born with the potential to become powerful. Much like you and your companions. It took me years of hard work, and many quests to reach the level I have." He said, grabbing the now full crucible with his prosthetic hand and placed it into a separate furnace to melt down the precious metal. "As for the Why I and Alishia came to this new world, well, we didn't have much a choice. Fate decided to Bring us hear as our old world ended. Very grateful towards that Bitch Fate." He said with a cheeky smile before starting to grab one of the now alloyed ingots out of the first furnace and hefted Celene.

Sparks flew, as the hammer struck the glowing hot metal, pounding it into shape, the ringing of the anvil filling the forge. After a dozen strikes, he placed the hammered metal back into the furnace before going to check on the crucible. "And what about you kiss-ass? Any Questions?" He asked the pure-blood, as he began to pump a set of massive billows to increase the heat of the second furnace. The Flames began to roar as air flowed in, causing the powdered platinum to start melting.

Azure Sky Damafaud

 

[Haze-]

The wandering insomniac, clinging to a thin thread of hope.

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A pale half-moon shone bright atop the sky, it's alluring iridescence setting the stage for a sinister, but still soothing night. Faint glimmers of moonlight poured through thin clouds and lit up a vast, overreaching field of tall grass, leading up to a lonely hill; where an isolated soul silently watched as the wind rippled through grass and made it flow like dark-green waves. He'd been sitting there for a while now, in complete quietness, just rooted to the spot as he watched the wide greenery frolic and flow in waves with tonight's breeze. After all, there really was nothing else to do other than stand still and blindly hope that the hours started picking up the pace when you weren't even allowed to sleep a wink. To some mollycoddled child out there the idea of having all the energy in the world to never sleep even once sure did sound like a first-class luxury they could only dream of, a common fantasy for an overindulged kid to have.

For Josuke, however. Living the dream of the unresting slowly turned out to be insufferable, the only way for him to catch an actual break was to gaze at the ambiance with the most dumb expression a human's face could contort into. It served well to keep all the noisy thoughts that came in a surge at bay, for some time at least. Alas, the constant feeling that gripped the pit of his stomach, slaving him to pour over the past lost, never seemed to go away no matter how much he tried. A vicious cycle indeed, pointlessly wondering where those childish daydreams of his had gone off to.

Though, such thoughts were half-poison, half-greed. There really was no reason to have a headache over them — "Man... I hate to say it, but I really want to go back to being a wagecuck..." — He sighed. It truly was a tragedy, the fact that maybe one day your wildest dreams and fantasies could come to life.

He took a moment to shoot a glance at his hand, analyzing himself for the hundredth time in a row this week. Arc, a character he'd created just to see how fast he could fly through most of the game in one sitting, not expecting to get addicted to it in such a short amount of time.

Though seemingly endless days had passed, he could still recall every moment, good memories still lingered, engraved in the back of his mind. Nights spent unable to sleep from all the giddiness left from every session, the heart-racing sensation that gripped him when he saw everyone's dumbstruck reactions at how easily he could carry a team, true fulfillment spreading through his heart even when he did something as trivial as just talking to his long-distance friends in-game. He couldn't deny it, he missed those simple days where everything was behind a headset he deeply regretted wasting half his savings on. He missed Yggdrasil, but had fostered a profound scorn for — whatever the hell this was. All he wanted was a disconnection from reality, not to be thrown at another one out of the blue. And even if he were to be thrown at the world of Yggdrasil, this miserable joke of a world was lightyears away from being up to par to the Yggdrasil he remembered.

If only he knew what he was getting himself into by creating this one character, he would have taken it all back. At the end of the day, good memories didn't serve to quell the fires left by solitude. How long has it been since the servers had shut down? Weeks? Months? A damn year perhaps? He didn't know for how long he'd been dragging his feet, wandering like an addict in the search of the next vice to cling onto, not meeting with a single player. Just watching silently as every NPC senselessly killed each other, and carrying on as if he didn't even witness the vile act. It'd been enough to drive him into the brink of insanity.

But those were the flimsy insignificant problems of Josuke Himura. Arc's problems, however — "Huh..." — He had no idea either. Was he searching for the next spot he could hide from all the spirits and undead that followed him around? Was he taking a break from wandering around casting the same recognition spell over and over again hoping see if there were any players around? He wasn't quite sure of it, but the idea would surely pop back into his head once the sun rose.

He simply leaned backwards and plopped his body against the soil, hands pressed to the back of his head as he took a moment to gaze at the stars, hoping that he could entrance himself once again until the morning sunlight clashed against his face. The sound of rustling besides him not allowing him to do so. Turning a eye over to where the noise had come from, his gaze was meet by bloodshot eyes and fluffy, white fur; "Mofu mof-" being his first train of thought before stopping and perking up to acknowledge the creature.

Poking and snuffling at the strange spirit's side, a semi-large fox with a clean white, almost silvery coat of pelt and a pair of crimson rufous red for eyes wagged it's tail in curiosity. Arc only shot a confused look at it, raising a brow as he reached out to caress the mofu mofu soft mane; the fox's tail whisking and fur shivering with the wind's cold breath, backing away from the strangers hand — "Why'd you come to me then?" — Perhaps just a simple hello from an amiable neighbor, who knows how long the poor fox had been sitting there watching Arc have a mental breakdown. Maybe it was worried, somehow.

"..."

Or probably just soft in the head and without a proper sense of survival to drown out it's curiosity, mayhaps. Things resulted to be often disappointing most of the time. The title of this gritty, morbid fantasy was "In another world with my crippling loneliness and depression." and not "In another world as the dense harem protagonist." for a reason, after all. There was no way in hell some random animal could empathize with what he felt.

The fox huffed and looked away, almost as if it were an annoyed sigh. Yawning, the fox knelt down into somewhat of a pounce position, it's belly almost grazing the soil as he leaned forward and stretched — "Life must be a pleasure huh?" — Arc muttered under his breath, losing his mind deep within thought once again. When was the last time he ever felt something as trivializing as his own body aching? He couldn't remember anything of the sort, with this half-alive body of his feeling as exaggeratedly numb as it was, he could barely even process the feel of his feet sinking in the ground below him. He envied the little creature in a way only a ghost, a forgotten memoir, could. He wondered how it was to feel drowsy, to feel hungry, to feel alive. But such mundane, forgettable activities tended to escape one's head, growing old with time, difficult to understand when you were cast aside as if you've never existed. Nonetheless, a troublesome dilemma.

He was snapped out of his thoughts the moment he felt almost unnoticeable pinpricks spreading throughout his body, a light weight resting on his lap. The warm, cozy sensation of — feathers? touching his skin. He glanced down and saw a ball of floof curled up on his lap, as if it were nestling the fox snuggled against the spirit. Showing no signs of fearing or wanting to avoid Arc.

He could only respond with a dumbfounded countenance as his body stiffened up, frozen in stupefaction. He reached his hand out hesitantly...

But backed away as he heard a bloodcurdling screech in the distance, dozens of ear-piercing shrieks resounding all around him. He sighed and spoke out loud to no-one in particular, throwing the words over his shoulder — "You can't make this shit up... Wonderful timing there, bud." — A wide smirk plastered across his face, he shot a glance over to his shoulder. A floating, malicious orb fuming black clouds of smog met his gaze. The cursed item only loomed a slow circle around Arc as it responded with a — *Thoom...!!* — that fell quiet amidst all the mad screaming of the undead.

The fox leaped out of his lap, the swordsman stood up and shook the dirt off his pants, shooting daggers at the hordes of undead whailing like a group of maddened banshees. A bunch of sack of bones marching forth alongside a couple of zombies, their bodies furiously inching forward and dragging their feet along, as if they were barely able to keep their throttle a stable one. Just the very familiar low level undeads he'd grown to welcome with open arms.

He stretched and reached a hand out to — nothingness. Simply grasping the air nonchalantly. [Soul: Greatsword] With a bluish white flash of light, his hand sunk into what seemed to be some sort of rift in space, the air around his hand disfiguring and creating an opening for him to reach out to. Pulling out of the rift a semitransparent greatsword that shone with a fading otherworldly glow, like a pure azure radiance condensed in the form of a transient sword, he sobbed his temple with his free hand and yawned. Well, pretended to yawn, rather. No matter how repetitive these encounters got, he could never grow tired of them. One could say that the system was rigged against him ever feeling tired.

"You better scramble before things get ugly, Mr Fox. Can't guarantee your protection and this night's about to get real long in a sec." — He took a stance and prepared to head down hill, but was cut off by the feeling of something rubbing against his leg. The fox sat down and silently looked at the swordsman dead in the eyes once he caught his attention.

He froze again, shuddering for a moment, but quickly brushed the feeling off and his confusion grew into a wholehearted grin — "Hah! Well if it's gonna be that way, then I guess it can't be helped. Gotta go all out. Can't let you get killed on my behalf now, can I?" — He spoke jovial words with a grim tone of voice, chanting a myriad of maximized spells and buffs as his smile grew more vicious. The fox gave him a look of raw confusion, he wouldn't have been surprised if a question marked popped above his head, almost as if asking "Weren't you pitying yourself just a moment ago?".

Arc simply dismissed the fox's inquiry and got to work, the rolling green hills of tall grass now turned into a clean turf. If you could consider something out of a crime scene as 'clean', that is.

The wandering swordsman and his mofu mofu trusty companion, find something worth their while.

They calmly walked, without a mayor worry of actually finding anything. The swordsman sticking to chanting the same area scan spell every 30 seconds, hoping to hear a beep, and the pale fox leading the way as if it knew where it was going. His clothes damped and soaked by rain. His footsteps sunk in mud, splashing over small poodles as he marched on with no real destination set. It felt as if they've been trying to cross this forest for days now, only stopping their advance when he had to feed the fox.

"This is just getting ridiculous." — He stopped in his tracks, standing nearby what seemed to be the entrance of a cave, not paying much mind to it. He picked up the fox — "Seems like were not getting any signs of life from this area. Gonna have to get us out of here then." — Again, he couldn't get tired, but it was still annoying. Preparing to cast a spell and rush out there, fox in hands, he stopped when he recognized that the cooldown for his skill had reseted; casting it once again out of habit.

[Soul: Resonance] A spell that sends a signal when someone of equal or higher level than the user was around their vicinity. Had just gone off.

Arc's eyes shot wide open, his stomach heaved as if he'd just swallowed a boulder for breakfast. Did he hear that right? It rung in its eardrums once again, two of the most satisfying beeps he'd ever heard in his whole life. He turned to look at the cave's entrance, the fox following his gaze as well.

His look of disbelief took a 180° turn, he chuckled to himself — "I Might be onto a string of luck today." — That chuckle building into a full-on laughter that was short-lived — "Let's find out, then."

He stepped into the cave and took a deep breath, closing his eyes shut and concentrating [Dragon's Roar] As his feet stomped the ground, a mighty roar resounded throughout the cave, so loud that one could've sworn the ground trembled before it. It was a skill used to mostly get the aggro on you but it would serve as an impractical megaphone for now, he wasn't taking the risk of getting ambushed by someone on par with him. He'd rather attract them to himself and confront them face to face.

"Oi, jackasses. You're from Yggdrasil aren't you? I've been looking all around for you, come out and let's have a tea party." — He spoke with the most self-assertive and sly tone he could wound up, his words echoing through the cave. Even if they weren't real players and just two high-level monsters from the new world, it would still be a great find.

He looked to his side, the fox sitting there attentively as if awaiting orders. He planted his face on the palm of his hand and sighed.

He didn't want to get his hopes up.

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Mentions/Interactions: Damafaud HighSanguinaryPriest Azure Sky

 

[Glassred]

• Replacement Representative

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  Helleborus + Adonai, Helleborus' Magical Commodities
  Azure Sky
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  Upon receiving the Guild Master's reply, Helleborus rolled her eyes under the shadow of her headwear. She had a slight idea of who would be coming, and none of the options evoked much enthusiasm within her. It came as a curious note that Ignis managed to enter combat so fast, let alone a foe overwhelming enough to send somebody in his stead. Who (or what)-ever it was, the rakshasa held full confidence in the leader's ability to dispatch the threat. Snapping her fingers to cancel the silence spell she had cast prior, she faced her brother and smirked. "We'll be having another guest over, specifically to see you. Dunno who exactly, or why even. Probably to introduce you back into Harvest? Could've done that myself though," she shrugged. Truthfully, she saw little reason to the substitute, but understood the sacrilege of questioning her superiours.
  
  Realizing something at the last minute, she quickly grabbed hold of Adieu's hand. The zombie had been cluelessly staring at Adonai for the past few minutes, presumably attempting to recollect where she had seen him before. Even more likely, she had already forgotten that she was doing so multiple times, starting the process anew over and over again. Helleborus felt pity for the girl, to be cursed with such terrible memory. At the same time, she supposed that to her, it made every new moment that much more special in a way. Surprised by the sudden grip on the outer end of her limb, the little undead yelped out and began moving her stiff lips. "Waah! Master Helleborus... is that your, um... Sister?!"
  
  Adonai's lip immediately curled upwards, and Helleborus gulped loudly. Still completely clueless, Adieu looked between the two carefully, her eyes moving at the pace of the common drunkard. Thankfully, the tense moment was suddenly interrupted by the creaking of the door, accompanying the entry of Doolbbe into the building. The guardian of the treasury, donning his people-pleasing form, walked in at an inopportune time for sure, but presented the problem's solution too. Sneakily, the rakshasa used his entrance to laugh the awkwardness off and lead the zombie into the backroom, closing the door behind her with a wink.
  
  After that, she kept to the side of Oborodzuka, who still levitated in the room's corner immersed in literature. The position of treasury guardian was an enviable one, to somebody like Helleborus at least. Due to that, she had declared the demon as something of a personal rival of hers, in spite of the utter lack of action on the part. Now, he'd most likely steal away her sibling prematurely--adding more irons to the fire, if one would. Muttering under her breath, she shot Doolbbe a fiery look whenever his gaze roamed near to her.
  
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  "Doolbbe. Don't bow to me, it makes me feel too self-important," the poltergeist broke the silence, still a bit annoyed at his underlings' behaviours. Seeing the treasury guardian in person brought no new feelings to his apparently greying heart, though he couldn't deny the man's handsomeness greater to his own. He would've prefered a player to talk to, he thought. No matter the recipient, Adonai was too careful to lead a sensitive conversation within anyone's earshot, briskly walking past Doolbbe and stopping only once his feet touched the first notes of grass. "Let's take a walk together," he shot the NPC a small glance, "I take it you know its purpose."
  
  Without hesitation, the ghost marched off in a random direction. With the treasury guardian joining his side, he was ready to chat about menial things briefly, only to take off into magic-powered flight in order to approach the more pressing topics... whatever they were.

 

[HighSanguinaryPriest]

Who The Fuck Is Knocking At My Door?!

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As Alma continued to soar upon the thermal updrafts created by the vents from the forge and the warm air currents, she kept a diligent watch on the area, ready to Alert her master of any visitors they might receive, all the while enjoying the warm sun on her obsidian black scales. Over the last hour she had watch Acles leave and return, along with Mistress Alishia with two weaklings. Upon Querying, she learned from Fabian that they were now in their service. Relaxed once more, she continued to float on the warm air keeping a vigilant watch on the surrounding area.

She was contemplating a nap when she spotted someone approaching. Make that two someones. Seeing as they were approaching the entrance to their current home. "Master! We have someone approaching the cave, and they seem powerful! Like Max Level Powerful! Should I-" She called Fabian mind to mind, interrupting his current conversation with his new underlings. Of course she too was cut off by the Revenant's Blasting shout.

"Oi, jackasses. You're from Yggdrasil aren't you? I've been looking all around for you, come out and let's have a tea party." The voice rang out into the depth of the sanctuary, cutting off any response from both the underlings.

Grumbling to himself, Fabian Grabbed both his Mauler and his Bullpup rifle, before making his way up the stairs. "Just my fucking luck... Another Stray! What Guild Are you from?!" Fabian barked as he pulled back the charging handle on his rifle, racking a round into the chamber, as Stanley came to join him upstairs with Alma.

Haze- Azure Sky