Active [Republic - Paizu Mountains] Ashes of the Past

Cutiefly · Friday at 11:27 PM

Hi, this is a thread for Isekai Hell. I am the narrator, Cutiefly.

Summary
Stormbreaker sets out to get the curse of it she was inflicted with a few rps okay where she constantly craved drugs. Along the way, she has to confront her past and deal with the draconians that she got exiled from.

No real character goals aside from SB dealing with her tribe.

Stormbreaker

Commissioned Art by Feerocomics. Art is credited here.

Real Name: Arashi Sato
Age:
36 (at the time of death in previous world)
32 (currently)
68 (chronologically)
Height: 6"3
Titles: Human, Draconian, Puppet, Kungfu Fighter, Pro Hero, Pokeable Gray Matter

Racial:
Human - Normal human, plain and featureless. A blank slate full of potential.
Draconian - Humans with dragon heritage descended from the dragonborn. The bloodline is heavily diluted, leaving their appearance mostly human, but it grants them superior physical abilities, superhuman healing, magical aptitude, and, more rarely, partial draconic transformation.

Society - General:
Puppet - Character was just a means to an end for grander or more influential figures. Whether by choice or by design, they dance to the whims of others. Character is more easily manipulated by others. Character is less responsible for the wrongs they commit.
Kungfu Fighter - Character was part of a street brawl.
Pokeable Gray Matter - Very squish, much jiggle, thoughts exposed.

Skill Related:
Pro Hero - Character is a former pro hero in their pre-isekai'd life. They protected innocents and kept the peace.

Magic Catalyst [Organ] | E Grade | 28 Points
- Fire today, who knows tomorrow? Good thing it’s fireproof. Probably.
Armored Dragon's Armor | B Grade | 7 Points
- Perfect for any vigilante trying to look menacing and mysterious on a budget. Although the paint on it isn't the best. Caution: may come with the side effect of looking dark and brooding.
Natural Weapon [Fists] | F Grade | 14 Points
- Knock, knock! Who’s there? Justice!
Hero's Claymore | B Grade | 7 Points
- It’s a sword. Big, heavy, and... not much else to say. If you need to slice through a bunch of stuff, this'll do the job. Though it’s not very good at making small talk.

She had been travelling for weeks. Attempting to get through this literal hell she had put herself through. Day after day was a struggle. She was getting sicker by the second because of her withdrawal effects. It was like walking through glass. The withdrawals often left her exhausted in some shape or form, but her body was always okay. It had to be. She couldn’t die. Miiya knew how much Stormy was suffering. Those people did this to her, made her suffer long enough.

She had travelled for a bit. Nobody could ever help her in her travels to find some cure that she needed. So she kept asking. Over and over, her travels led her to the Republic. They had told her there was some village in the mountains. The same mountains she was born into once she was Isekai’d to this world. She didn’t want to go back or deal with it again. But as she got closer and got more information, she managed to track down that plant that could cure her in the village. The same plant that did help her recover from death once before.

Stormbreaker trudged through the heavy snow and cold environment when she was walking. It was cold. Colder than it was in Red Haven. She had made Miiya made sure of that and made sure her companion at least bundled up with extra clothes. They had been travelling for a while now. Stormbreaker was just tired as hell through this all.

As soon as she got closer, her memories came back. This was the same village after all that wasn’t too far from the tribe. The soldiers from this village found her near death not too far away in what they call “No Man’s Land” as nobody came back from that area they were patrolling. Those hostile Draconians often hunted, killed, or captured you. They didn’t take kindly to foreigners. The soldiers were lucky they didn’t get killed saving her life.

As she entered the village, she did nothing but sigh. It wasn’t too big of a village, but it often had a lot of soldiers around because of the Draconians. Despite it all, they didn’t seem to panic when they noticed the huge hulking figure walking towards the village.

Art by Javier Herrera. Art is credited here.

A nearby guard did watch the draconian, with their Katana at the ready, as they judged the outsider. As they did so, another guard did approach, although they looked to be slightly different, having more armor and all compared to the other guards. They didn’t hold any form of caution as they so, unlike the others, and just greeted her, looking her up and down.

“Stormbreaker.” came the voice from the older, more experienced guard. “You... look bigger. You’ve brought a friend too. An aerial. Good to see you're still alive, though. It’s been over 10 years since I found you near No Man’s Land. You nearly died.”

“Captain Kuroshi. Of course I remember. You were the one that saved me after all. This here is Miiya. We met over 7 years ago. I’ve been wondering the world since then.” Stormbreaker sighed. And also trying my best to die, to no avail. Now I’m back here. Typical.

“What are you back for? I thought you were never going to come back. Not after what they did to you.” He only just looked concerned when he spoke. “They’ve been expanding their land. Might get closer to the village soon and just take it over. We have no chance of surviving against them, you know. Too powerful.”

“The plant. You know the one. But if you want me to solve your little draconian problem, I can deal with that too. Just gotta take one step at a time. I can deal with them now.” She spoke.

“They should be selling the plant in the marketplace if you want it... as for the draconian. I must warn you, that you should have extreme caution. They don’t talk things out, remember?” He spoke. “I’ll leave you be. You know where the inn is, right?” The guard then walked away to leave the two of them be.

“Ugh. The inn is that way... but I need to get that potion made from the plant first. Then we can go eat, okay?” Stormbreaker said. She knew Miiya being out in the cold too long was a bad thing and they both needed a place to lie low and just chill out. Stormbreaker did make her way to the marketplace, paying for the potion and well consuming it for now. It did feel like a breath of air, finally having that off the back of her mind.

No more withdrawal effects. So she made herself to the Inn with Miiya in tow to grab food. She sat down to order a lot of food. " I bet you want to ask about what’s going on. I should explain. I’m sorry."

Irihi

Irihi · Friday at 2:10 PM

Miiya Aether

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Cutiefly

Miiya loved the mountains and the cold. This was the environment of her people, and she loved it all the more for having grown up with the flatlanders, never knowing the thrill of soaring on ridgetop updrafts, or glorying in the sparkling snowflags streaming from frozen mountaintops, until she visited her homeland.

These were lower, colder mountains, but mountains all the same, and Miiya reveled in her return to the heights. As the icy winds blew over her feathers, she felt as if they were washing away the filth and depravation of Red Haven. The strong sunlight leeched out, and the icy snow scrubbed away the last of the regrets of that swampy city.

Well, not the last of them, but the last of her own. Miiya had done great, and terrible, things in Red Haven, but the Aerial woman had learned to forgive herself, to put the bygone behind her when she flew on, and not to dwell on the ghosts of the past. She was a bit [in]famous now. She was still (comparatively) rich with some of the cascade of wealth and pleasures--that had almost buried her--still clinging to her heels. She’d mostly shaken off the affects of the drugs and party lifestyle, for Miiya’s deeper addictions were rooted in pain, not pleasure, and left little room for new ones to take hold.

The same could not be said for Stormbreaker. The woman was hurting, and Miiya couldn’t help but feel guilty for her own buoyant spirits while her old friend suffered. Miiya would walk through the blizzards, trudging beside SB with one wing wrapped around the draconic woman; offering comfort and shielding from the wind and biting chill. The Aerial would stay ground-bound until her feet and legs were numb from hardfoot. It was the least she could do, besides accompanying her friend on this quest to rid the draconic woman of her afflictions.

Eventually, though, she would have to beg off--to go fly and “scout ahead”--excusing herself for a few hours of relief upon the wing. She didn’t hide her happiness from Stormbreaker, exactly, but nor did she rub her friend’s nose in it. If Miiya felt like singing--as she often did these days--she’d find a high empty mountain cave or snowfield to serenade with her voice and the reedy tones of her erhu.

Dirge was too heavy to pack along, and had been left with the shipping company, awaiting her summons at journey’s end. Meanwhile, she carried--besides her supplies--the traditional stringed instrument of her mother; the first upon which she had ever played.

In the Village
Miiya followed SB’s lead and made polite introduction to Captain Kuroshi. “Pleased ta meetcha!” she cutsied and then fell silent while the two caught each other up.

Miiya didn’t like the sound of Draconic incursions--she’d seen the monster Stormbreaker could become when her blood was up. The memory of Sato-san with bloody fangs and claws, panting amidst the bodies, in Babel’s devastated lobby was far too fresh. “Eating sounds great!” Miiya replied, trying to keep the uncertainty out of her voice. This was Stormbreaker’s home, these were her people. Miiya would support her whatever she wanted to do, the birdgirl had already resolved to herself.

Miiya did what she could to help SB find the necessary herb and potion in the marketplace. She bit her tongue, suppressing an almost-innate urge to haggle on prices. They could easily afford SB’s medicine, and getting her friend relief quickly was far more important than saving a few rykes (and having fun in the process). Miiya was very glad of it when some of the tension seemed to drain out of Stormbreaker. Her draconic friend had been living with the pain of withdrawal for so long, and so stoically, that Miiya had almost forgotten SB’s constant discomfort.

“I mean, I get the general idea, but yeah--tell me.” Miiya encouraged Stormbreaker as they took their seats in the dusky interior of the village Inn. “How’s it feel to be back here after all these years?”

Miiya would listen intently to Stormbreaker’s recollections and explanations. She’d offer a few insights about how she felt when she returned “home” to Aerie, as well. The island of the Aerials was not her birthplace, but it was where her father--and his half of their clan--lived. The Aether clan considered her father an outcast, though they treated Miiya and her brother--children of the outcast--with more deference. Miiya had mixed feelings about Aerie and her family that lived there, and that was all she said for now. This was Stormbreaker’s hometown, and her quest. The Aerial--between inhaling her share of the meal--spent most of her words asking SB about the draconic’s history rather than detailing her own.

Miiya had one especially burning question to ask: “What’s your favorite food, here, anyway?” She inquired. “Let’s order a shu-load of it!!” she suggested with a broad grin.

Cutiefly · Saturday at 9:37 PM

Stormbreaker

Commissioned Art by Feerocomics. Art is credited here.

Real Name: Arashi Sato
Age:
36 (at the time of death in previous world)
32 (currently)
68 (chronologically)
Height: 6"3
Titles: Human, Draconian, Puppet, Kungfu Fighter, Pro Hero, Pokeable Gray Matter

Racial:
Human - Normal human, plain and featureless. A blank slate full of potential.
Draconian - Humans with dragon heritage descended from the dragonborn. The bloodline is heavily diluted, leaving their appearance mostly human, but it grants them superior physical abilities, superhuman healing, magical aptitude, and, more rarely, partial draconic transformation.

Society - General:
Puppet - Character was just a means to an end for grander or more influential figures. Whether by choice or by design, they dance to the whims of others. Character is more easily manipulated by others. Character is less responsible for the wrongs they commit.
Kungfu Fighter - Character was part of a street brawl.
Pokeable Gray Matter - Very squish, much jiggle, thoughts exposed.

Skill Related:
Pro Hero - Character is a former pro hero in their pre-isekai'd life. They protected innocents and kept the peace.

Magic Catalyst [Organ] | E Grade | 28 Points
- Fire today, who knows tomorrow? Good thing it’s fireproof. Probably.
Armored Dragon's Armor | B Grade | 7 Points
- Perfect for any vigilante trying to look menacing and mysterious on a budget. Although the paint on it isn't the best. Caution: may come with the side effect of looking dark and brooding.
Natural Weapon [Fists] | F Grade | 14 Points
- Knock, knock! Who’s there? Justice!
Hero's Claymore | B Grade | 7 Points
- It’s a sword. Big, heavy, and... not much else to say. If you need to slice through a bunch of stuff, this'll do the job. Though it’s not very good at making small talk.

Stormbreaker sat down beside Miiya as she wanted to go explain. She didn’t like to be back here, she just wanted to be in Ryke or anywhere else. It felt strange. She didn’t want to be back here, not after everything that had happened. It felt empty. It didn’t feel like a reward. She had been over 10 years since she last stepped foot in there. She had left to make sure the Draconians didn’t find out she was here and, well, attack the village. Now she’s having to deal with them again. One thing after another.

“I don’t want to be back here. I’d much rather be with you in Ryke, but I had to go get that herb first since no healer could fix that. Glad I managed to get it fixed by now.” Stormbreaker said as she pulled her helmet off as she sat down on the table, putting into on the floor. “I was born into a tribe of Draconians that were not far from here.”

“They weren’t normal by any means. I had siblings, sure, but a lot of them ended up dead due to one particular rule. They killed or exiled anyone who was sick, injured, old, or weak. The tribe had no love for anybody that didn’t fit their rules.” She explained as she ordered her drink at the very least, just some fruit juice. It was something she always drank. As she got it, she took a drink of it. “I was one of the very few survivors of that rule. Made us strong that way. But they as well... had no love for anybody that wasn’t their species. People that got too close to our grounds? Dead or enslaved. They made an example of human and beastman species alike.”

“I had full dragon blood, unlike most of my species. That came with expectations. I was expected to lead. I failed the last test because they wanted me to kill a human, which I refused to do. So they beat me up, exiled me and left for me. The captain found me. Villagers didn’t trust me due to being one of those draconians that were out to kill them, but I gained their trust over time. Left soon as I was back on my feet again though.”

“... and now I’m here. I drifted from jobs to job, trying to find my own place in the world. Ugh...I think I’m strong enough to deal with them now, compared to how strong I first was, but I’m hesitant. I know they won’t listen to reason.” She only just laid back in her chair.

“It’s just normal food here, Miiya. Nothing different. They do have good pork dumplings though... and ramen. Although it’s hard to import the stuff, given we are high in the mountains so they use boar and deer instead. You know I really like both.” Stormbreaker commented. “We could try any of the other food too. They do have good curry here too. Honestly, anything is better after surviving on nothing but meat most of the time.”

Irihi

SixSense · Sunday at 2:28 PM

Caelum Valentin

Titles: Mundane Human, Son of Jupiter

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Irihi

Cutiefly

Id never think Id be here of all places

The thought would replay in the man’s head as powerful gusts of snow laced wind cut at his face. The road to the draconic village was a perilous one that required a test of one’s will. News of a group of humans whom grown highly aggressive had reached as far as the Eastern Empire and Ryke even. Truly, it was a shame. Man should be united, fighting against the other races that wished to cease their existence.

Perhaps, he could convince them. Introduce them to his Diety. Jupiter takes pleasure in the wrong and would gladly welcome strong warriors.

Caelum would pull his white hood further over his head to block out the snow that had been assaulted his forehead. In the distance he could see pillars of flames as a village came into view. Respite was near and lugging heavy armor and a large mace up a mountain was no easy feat.

A sigh of relief would come over him as he seen the majority human populace within the village. Mutts always made his skin crawl and being in this country full of them put him on edge.

He’d take seat at the inn, nearby Stormbreaker and Miiya. Pulling his hood back and revealing the mess of wet hair above his head. One of the waitresses would approach him.

“Your finest wine please, if that is not available, Ale will do. I’d also enjoy a hot meal. Whatever it takes to warm my body.” He’d smile with earnest. From behind, he would overhear Stormbreaker telling her story and relation to the nearby tribe of Draconians.

Sorrow and pain was evident in how she spoke, to lose friends and family in such a manner must have been painful. It was pain that he knew all too well.

“I apologize for eavesdropping sister, but it seems like our paths have been woven together by the threads of fate.”He’d shift in his chair to face them. “My name is Caelum Valentin, a follower of Jupiter. I too am in search of this village too speak of. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”

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