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Pang looked worriedly and held out a hand in an effort to stop Lukkel from touching Galla, but the kid was a little too fast for him, grappling onto the necromancer girl's dress and prompting a very unhappy response of both her skulls and Galla herself. After that alarming scene, he shoved Lukkel a little ways from her with both hands, just in case he still needed support from something to stand up. "A word to the wise, young one: don't touch Galla or come too close," he warned lowly before letting go of the boy, eyes respectably looking up to Galla as he said so. "She does not like company much for reasons that belong to her, and considering everything I think those reasons are serious." He lifted himself up and, after patting the Lukkel on the shoulder, emitted a smile once again. "As for what we can do and learning about each other, I propose the arena. How about a friendly spar, Galla, using your necromantic arts? You go easy, I go easy, and in the end I'll help you out with your studies. Sound fair? This way our new pals here can get a taste of what can be done and what can be taught to them as well. I'm not sure how good they are in conflicts and fighting, but this would give them a spectacle either way. How about yourself, Serene? Do you wish to spectate?" he called out, catching that the girl had walked by the four. He understood what was going through Serene's head, or at the very least he thought he did. Having lost three friends today just as she has lost a good friend, he knew that he should be feeling down in the dumps as well, and inside he really was feeling glum, but he hoped that this moment would help her unwind and get her to take the chance to get her mind off things. -- -- -- Nearby Henry and Ceres, a scruffy-haired individual exited one of the nearby rooms, locking the room tightly behind him with a mechanical wonder that fitted over the usual keypad. Beneath that mat of bushy red hair, three studious cybernetic eyes gazed at them, and a curiously thin tongue danced over his lips as he wondered over who this newcomer was. From the way he stood, he was not heavily affected from the travels through space, not even hunching. Was he modified with some sort of machinations like himself, outfitted with a great abundance of metallic upgrades. He ran a spiderweb-steel hand through his greasy hair as he approached, his hunched appearance making him seem more menacing than he actually was. "It seems you made a new friend there, Ceres," he voiced wheezily. If the two looked closely enough, they could see a breathing apparatus attached to his neck, very small and seemingly working as intended, though it required a lot of work in order to be efficient. "Pleased to meet you, newcomer, and welcome to Haven. I am Hogie for short, or Hogarth Brookloss for long. I am the local tinkerer in all things metallic and wooden, an inventor, to be more precise, rather than a magic seeker like that girl Galla. Who might you be?"

Ah, so that is the deal with his not getting sick. I was not sure how parallel this Henry is to the OG Henry, so thank you for the clarification. Also, thank you for being such a good sport regarding this, both.

Sorry, Scrap, but I have to share a few concerns. While the elemental girls are mostly covered, they would not be taken well by the site and Google, so I would have to ask you to change Salamander's and Undine's pics or at least take a face shot of them that cuts out certain things. It is not me and my preferences, but rather something from third-party sources. I partly understand because what if a 7-year-old meanders onto this site and sees the images? Issues could arise on many fronts, and not just on KH13. Also, Room 101, eh, Scrap? The one character heading there, likely an NPC, is going to think there is a glitch in the system. =P "There is no one there!" they will say. "Not even vomit!" Heart, unfortunately, I have to ask the same for Galla's thumbnail picture. While it does not seem much, the dress might trigger a flagging for the site, however silly that it seems. Like Henry's spirits, a face shot or a new picture will be enough.

The white tiger stared at the magical skulls as they floated about and about, their attention shifting to him. While he was no stranger to death and skeletons, these ones were just so unnatural that he felt squeamish under their gaze. That, and the wisps of smoke did not seem very inviting for a good pat on their craniums. This knowledge drew more of his attention than the offhanded nature to Galla's response, and as a result he commented towards her as naturally as if she were actually friendly with him. "I just wanted to stop by and check in on things as we head to the main hall the long way. I thought you would be more fixated on your experiment than greeting new folks, though I'm glad to see you outside of your room. It has been a while since we've chatted." He looked over to the two newcomers, watching curiously as Lukkel strove to help out Kolm who was suffering as well from the effects of slipspace. With luck, their chance meeting now would result in their being partners, or, with lack of luck, rivals. Pang had his helping of both two years back, and both friends and rivals helped him get better, get stronger. "To answer your question, black-maned one, he is one of those that was brought here like you. Four others await being found and picked up, and luckily we have had four people on standby able to assist them. You have been chosen for a grand appointed task, a great calling. Unfortunately, however, it is a path few have the heart for. Saving the multiverse one step at a time, little by little -- few enjoy this lifestyle. I know I don't, but I must do my part."

Reksis is accepted! Somebody with void power would be pretty awesome, especially with the crowd control functions that Vortex grenades performed. It will be useful in the future as well as in PVP options.

Typhon and Aqua would be a perfect pair. Their collective salt could have ruined all of Carthage's fields in one day instead of one week!

Adamina gave Tibarn an askance look with ruffled feathers before caving in and saying, "I'll give you a good solid peck on the cheek, Romeo. There's no telling how deep the end of my beak might go, note, but come back alive and maybe I'll consider a different kind of peck. In the meantime, keep me in the loop, all. I'll scout the new ship when the coast is clear and the device goes off." With a look that could be the closest thing to a playful smile as Adamina can get, she slipped behind some additional cover, prepping her wings for flight when all was right.

Henry is accepted! I'm curious to see what he would be like in battles with common grunts and creatures with this new/old shade of him, and he should be a toughie in the arena, too, a challenge for those who would like to test their mettle. Remember, kids, dodging is a thing. DODGE!

((This next post will involve you both as well, Mystics and Heart. This way the current four, besides Heart's second character, could get some interaction in before I move things to the main gathering hall where much action is.)) Pang glanced behind him every now and again as Lukkel asked an abundance of questions, the first few of them more understandable to him, and the third drawing out his curiosity and surprise. "Specimen? Genetically altered?" escaped his lips before the newcomer descended and ended up dry heaving. That poor kid, Pang inwardly thought as he closed the distance between them and patted the young man's back. A mantra of regeneration was whispered by the white tiger to flow into his back and assist him with the recuperation process. He did not do such for long before he slipped in front of Lukkel again. "I'm welcoming to any questions, so that is fine, and don't worry about the mess you leave behind. The cleaning drones will mop all of that up, clean as a whistle," he answered, smiling again at the chipperness of his companion. He started moving forward again, checking up on Lukkel's progress every now and again and keeping a slow pace. "Hopefully I'll cover all of your questions. I am a Zouyu, though you might liken me to a tiger on your world or worlds. Personally, I see no similarity between us and them, but that's neither here nor there. I've helped out ten people until helping you, and have been here for two years or so, maybe longer. "As for Haven," he continued, "it's a . . . sanctuary, I suppose. The strong are gathered here for multiple reasons -- our magical talent, our physical might, our great cunning and tactfulness, and sometimes all of the above, but our purpose is to protect the numerous worlds we know about. As for how long people were brought here, I do not know. The higher-ups might, but we rarely speak to them. They speak to us pretty regularly, however. "To answer your last question, we are going to the main hall for now. We'll give you some water to soothe your stomach. Unfortunately there's no cure but time for crossing such a distance, so you will have to wait it out, and you might as well wait it out in good company. "Speaking of company," he spoke on further as they rounded a corner and spotted the necromancer girl, "good tidings, Galla! I see you've collected your newcomer as well." He stopped just short from her, and maybe her companion as well, eyeing the black-haired Kolm with interest.

Pang paused as he witnessed the door creak outward and a very tired young man exit it. There was little doubt that this man had been the one he was hoping to collect from his room, but he had to marvel about how strong-willed this person was. Some of the others he assisted were still on the floor, others more still dry heaving from the interdimensional travel. He was embarrassed to say it, but he was one of the "others more," and that made him smile wanly as he looked the man over. This one held a great deal of promise. "You've never been here before, my friend," he started out, offering one of the complimentary canes that was usually left next to the doors. The extra support was just in case he was still weak-kneed. "Welcome to Haven, Lukkel. I am Pang, and I will be your guide as we get you acquainted with this place, if you'll have me. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I'll be happy to help you out with any questions you have. This is a strange circumstance for you, I'm sure." His tail swished behind him as he turned around, and he glanced toward the newcomer over his shoulder with that same smile. "Come, my friend, walking around the hall would help relieve the aches and lethargy from your body. It worked on me, so it should work on you. If you are feeling ready, we can meet the others and beat some records at the same time. I don't think anybody here has recovered as fast as you have."

- Odin, within the final trial of Isopolis - As soon as he followed the others into the next room, the world dropped into whiteness, blinding Odin temporarily with its splendor before he could see the outline of a grand gate, its entrance carved and etched with great scrawling in many languages. While he was very studious and learned in many languages, he could not decipher all of them, but he understood the overlying theme of the writing: "To gain is to lose, and to know thyself is the absolute truth." His gaze soon shifted to a figure standing between him and its base, a perfect replica of himself, clad by an all-too-knowledgeable smile on its face. Going through the ordeal others have had as well, he paused and weighed his options. This entity, this . . . embodiment, was not meant to be fought if it was to be believed. If so, he must give something he had found precious to him, and, quite sadly, he knew what it was. While his thirst for human understanding was profound, as was his ambition, the great abundance of wisdom and knowledge he gained from drinking from the Well of Wisdom was nearer and dearer to his heart. That is what worried him. Without his wisdom and knowledge, what would be done for his desires, his ambitions? He would likely still keep his power, but would he be able to claim his goals if he lost all of that? He looked down upon the hand of his doppelganger and, very reluctantly, placed his hand on its. "I bequeath to you my helping from the Well of Wisdom, one I will reclaim it from the great spring once all is said and done, even if I have to sacrifice my other eye to do so." His mirror's smile only widened as the withdrawal took place, and Odin felt all of his earnings from that spectacular day be plucked, one by one, from his mind until it was gone. The memory that it existed remained, leaving the deepest craving of knowledge that he felt since nearly two thousand years ago. A whole ocean filled with books, filled with memories, would not be enough to satiate his lust, and his brow furrowed with rage upon feeling this sensation and seeing the smug expression, his smug expression, upon his copy. "You took that away slowly purposely, didn't you?" he voiced, molten anger seemingly frothing from his mouth. "I did, just to see how what you would be like in such a predicament," replied the clone, expression unwavering. "After all," it continued, coming to Odin's side and dropping its voice into a whisper, "you of all people deserve it." The clone slipped behind him, and when Odin turned it was gone. The unlocking of the grand gate snapped him free from his immediate ire, and he continued forward through the snapping stone and creaking metal to head for his destination. He would get his revenge later, once he reclaimed what was his, and once he claimed the Source. ((Odin has sacrificed his great amassing of gained wisdom and knowledge from the Well of Wisdom, leaving the greatest of voids nothing else can fill.)) - Rufus Contralto, within the final trial of Isopolis - Rufus observed what lay before him with a bright twinkle in his eye, not exactly understanding what was going on but guessing that it was like the illusionary hall he was in previously. He looked around for an exit, saw only whiteness, broke down in panic and sobbed uncontrollably for a minute or two, then wiped his cheeks with a fine handkerchief and looked about again. A gate? A gate! Oh, joy, an escape route! But what is this thing that stands between him and certain escape? Why, it is none other than himself, and a very serious version of him, too. "Hello there, and goodbye!" he called out, waving sillily as he tried to step around. The clone took a step with him, blocking his path, and when he tried doing the same again the same thing happened. "What gives? Why are you stopping me?" he voiced incredulously. After the message and the holding out of a hand, Rufus frowned his deepest frown and pouted. "So, you want a toll? What are you, a highwayman, making such a demand?" He tried once more to go around. It did not work. "Oh, come on." Again to no effect. "Fine! You want something? Let's see if you can take it." Rufus backed up a few steps and pondered deeply about what it was exactly that he really wanted. It was a topic he did not fully contemplate over the centuries of his existence, and it puzzled him for a few moments. The other Rufus waited patiently. "I have come up with an answer for you," he finally stated, his air full of determination as he stared down the copy in front of him. "If you weren't me, you wouldn't like it, I think." "I am you, quintessentially, so I would adore it, I am certain," voiced the clone. "Are you sure? Well then, I give you the one thing I can think of that I hold most dear. My memories of Mouse the Elephant, the pachyderm queen of my heart -- is that enough to slake your lust?!" "That's your second most dear thing. I mean your hope of humanity." "Oh, my mistake. So that's the first most dear! Thank goodness, as that would be horrible to live w--DID YOU SAY MY HOPE FOR HUMANITY?!" " 'Of humanity,' but yes. All of it, and that means your ability to become human again, too." "Oh, you're a devil in disguise, that's for certain!" huffed the loud, obnoxious djinni, pacing wildly and twisting his lip in place of a mustache. He was just that focused. "You take away my chances of changing things, and in exchange you give me access to the next room? What a load of horse apples! I'm not even going to be able to touch this Source of all Strife!" " 'Life.' " "Same difference!" exclaimed the mad djinni before throwing his arms up in the air. "All right, fine! Take your prize and go, but I walk into that room over there with pride knowing that I did the right thing. Pride, you hear?! I'll be helping people out, with or without a reward, and you are a remarkable pig of a fallen to ask me such things." A hand clasped his own as he shook it, the two landing perfectly in a handshake. The clone emitted an insanely large grin, patted him on the shoulder, and slipped off into nothingness as Rufus started towards the door without his toll, the massive thing creaking open. (( Rufus has lost any possibility of becoming human, his hopes dashed upon the rocks.))

The roleplay is now up and can be seen here: http://kh13.com/forum/topic/115109-the-haven-rp/ Please feel free to insert your characters as the newcomer or as someone going to help out one of the newcomers. I'd choose the latter if you don't want your character(s) vomiting on the floorboards, but a strong introduction is tempting too, right? I'll take over for anyone who does not want to claim an NPC (non-playable character) who is new or helping the new.

Welcome to the Haven, a place where peoples of all kinds have been gathered chiefly in an effort of universal survival. Within its thick metallic walls lies a promising hive of individuals who have experienced much in their young (and seldom old) lives. At the entrance lies a gate leading to nine discovered worlds, programmed to open to call beads as well as voice commands for the Haven's inhabitants, but in those worlds are as many promises of survival as deadly threats. Discoveries occur very frequently, but death is common to those unprepared for the dangers that lie beyond. Fifty-seven individuals exist in Haven now, and with every death another individual is brought in to take their place, sometimes ripped from another world unwillingly, and in rarer cases willingly. The wish for greatness, for adventure, for fame, and for glory--to the strong having this wish, often a choice is given, and if it is accepted they are brought to Haven. Job postings are issued from the higher-ups to deal with the situations. No one currently alive in Haven has seen a higher-up, but they speak through the automated machines that work alongside the fifty-seven, and provide free food, drink, and services. The job postings range from matters of low importance and danger to profound importance and danger, and parties are designated to seek out and complete these missions. While Haven is a paradise in and of itself, rules are set up to prevent stagnancy, and rewards of high caliber are given to those who complete job postings. The rules are as follows: 1.) Those who do not work outside of Haven will disappear in three weeks until they do so. 2.) Those who betray their allies unto death will not be suffered to live. 3.) Those who seek vengeance upon another must combat through words or the arena. Open fights within Haven are punished severely. With this introduction in mind, this story begins with the death of a party of six assigned to an Alexandrium-class quest. The job still lies open, but six fresh-faced individuals have been reborn as inhabitants of Haven. You may be among them or one who has been there longer. Now, let the adventure begin. ~~~~~ A public announcement was broadbanded through every speaker in every room about the deaths of six great adventurers in Haven that day. The elegant berserker Harold Ironfang, the proud druid Grindra Ulfrichter, the timid rogue Kimball Oakfast, the heaven-sent pugilist Ilyana Ivory, the metal-shaping sorcerer Roderick Corrin, and the all-fair cleric Isabel Clearwater all lost their lives to the most important job Haven had to offer, a job that was thought to be one only for them. Now the greatest known evils of the multiverse lay uncontested, and six newcomers were spat out into their respective rooms, awaiting retrieval. Those who were new typically had their stomach lurch from the dimensional shift, and they vomit onto the wooden floors. Some of the folks who already were in Haven come to accept them. The others are allowed to mourn their fallen brothers and sisters in arms. Pang was in mourning still, saddened by the deaths of three friends he trusted dearly. His white-furred tail drooped as he looked down at the floor, but he dried his tears as he headed down the extensive halls of Haven. Numbers on the holoscreens at every door indicated where new arrivals could be found, and he was aiming for Room Number 44. Who was this newcomer going to be? What was he or she going to be like? He had no idea, but he hoped that seeing their senses of wonder, excitement, eagerness, or all of the above would cheer him up.

Galla is accepted! A necromancer would be very useful in certain situations, and the stacking of abilities would empower certain abilities at the cost of diversity and defenses, though the signature move would help diminish that weakness rather well. Too bad it is limited, but that's what when undead thralls and necromantic magicks would be handy, and there's always the chance of reducing the healing time through extra regeneration or other characters aiding her restoration efforts through shared regeneration. All right, folks. The sign-ups are still open, but seven characters should be more than sufficient for a boot-up, and I am eager to start up the roleplay. Thank you all for your interest in this roleplay, and I hope to engage your interest further as we progress through it.

Name: Pang Inranel. Age: 29. Race: Zouyu. Appearance: Essentially a giant cat that decided to walk on its hind legs, Pang is a white tiger. His digitigrade hind feet are meant for walking stealthily, and he typically does so. Pang is clothed in a monk's outfit, fabric cut loosely and elegantly to allow maximum freedom of movement. Burly, spotted, and menacing in appearance, he is about as popular as Sheogorath at parties, and Sheogorath is NOT popular at parties. A pendant of the White Tiger, made of fine ivory dangles from his neck. It was a trinket of his mother's, who he misses dearly. Personality: Pacifistic in practice, Pang tries to maintain his calm and dedicate himself to training the mind as well as the body. Aggressive in nature, Pang often slips into moments of anger, raising his voice upon agitation and sometimes laying a hand on someone who spited him or people he cares about. He develops strong attachments to those he meets and befriends, but more often than not they die or disappear, leaving Pang discontented with his situation. Biography: Born to a simple family in a simple village bordering a swampland, it is surprising even to Pang that he was happy growing up. While food was scarce, he was loved, had friends, and learned much from his mother and father about the joys of farming and the serenity of martial arts. When he was six, he was taken from his home and raised in a monastery, with only the pendant as a symbol of home. He never even had the chance to say goodbye. Over time, he grew more trained mentally and physically, but he also grew more and more restless, and eager to leave the monastery to see his family. When he was of age, he left immediately to his household, but his father, bitter and drunk and angry, was all he had left, as his mother died of swamp-related illness a few years beforehand. After some amount of disagreement, he left his household and went back to the monastery where he honed his training for several more years. At the age of 26, he travelled the lands around him. At 27, he disappeared, plucked from existence to arrive here. Whether he was chosen out of necessity or out of lack of luck, he quickly learned the ways of the sanctuary and of the fight for survival. Most of his fellows, equally snatched away folks, are now gone, and after two years he is now one of the grizzled veterans. Attributes: Double speed, heightened touch Abilities: Supercharge magic (improves the effectiveness of others' abilities by 100% and his regeneration by 50%; can be used to supercharge itself so that he can project magic from his palms and fists), dexterity/maneuverability up, regeneration, piercing weapon, shattering weapon Weapon: Shatter-enhanced balanced metal quarterstaff, fire-enhanced padded gloves. Signature Move: Supercharge Double Speed attribute. Allows him to run 400% faster than normal and attack 50% faster with hand-to-hand and quarterstaves after supercharging his own abilities. Limited to two times per fight and has a cooldown of three posts. Wallet: 1000 coins.

With the crew all gathered together once again, infiltration was a cinch, and they ripped open the door at the end of the hall to find quite the site to see, a colossal hangar with suspicious crew members scattered hither and yon. Thankfully everybody seemed to move to a safe place before being spotted, and Adamina snuck a peek out from one of the nearby boxes of ore, trying her best not to gag. The blasted shards and the neatly laser-mined rocks equally seemed to contain sulphur, and a lot of it. In the depths of space, sulphur was a rare find in an asteroid. While it was more frequently gathered on a gas giant, asteroids required less time refining, so it was a precious commodity in remote places like this. "I'm willing to bet that the smaller ship is our target's ship of choice between the two," commented Adamina in a dry manner before getting serious, looking between the two polar opposite ships. "If only it did not risk destroying the whole space station, I would suggest sabotaging the big ship so that the aft and port engines fired off to crush the smaller ship, but who knows how many lives would be lost if that happens. Any ideas, lady and gents?"

It seems that you have lived a hard-knock life, Nweintraub, and I'm very sorry to hear about the difficulties that you have already faced and are facing. Autism, wherever you are on the spectrum, is a challenge, though I'm sure a good number of people would forgive you for whatever happened years ago. Regardless, I hope you will stay positive even as troubles assail you, and that you continue to be a valuable and courteous member of our community. Best of wishes to you and your cat Justin. I pray things will get better for the both of you.

I am for this. The more tight-knit we are, the better chances we have of progression rather than lingering on independent paths. Guard, you're gonna get a punch. Even if you seem like a nice guy, the pseudo-pacifist Adamina will club you so hard it'll make stars spin in your vision before you plummet to the floor.

I see what you did there. =P Kolm is happily accepted, and I like the backstory. I'm curious about the land that he came from and of his personality once you break through his mental and emotional bulwark. Hopefully in time I would be able to see what he is like! Accepted again. Ceres seems like a very likeable character from the get-go, and funnily enough I too was thinking of a character inclined towards the medicinal arts. She also seems like a paragon among paladins, and I'm curious how far she will go in her pursuits. Furthermore, healing behind shielding? That will be a very great defensive strategy, so she will be very useful when in the field. Good choices all around. Accepted! Interesting choice of weapons, and I am getting an Org. XIII feel from this character which can complement the personality and backstory when the time comes. Aura storm is accepted as well but is a little confusing to me, as I haven't seen Data Larxene, so if you don't mind fleshing that out as well as your bio when you get the chance I'd greatly appreciate it.

Lucia is accepted! I was a little worried about bringing actual guns to the fray, but as they are limited in use and just about as bulky as medieval weapons I feel comfortable with this. Also, someone has incorporated Destiny weaponry, it seems. =P Wow, I was rather mentally drained last night, it seems. When I meant "real," I intended that characters should be three-dimensional and, well, make sense. No invisible vectors/arms that tear apart anybody close by, no people as flat as paper, no people that turn into air and are impossible to kill, amd so on. I have seen all of these and frowned, and I don't like frowning. As for dexterity and strength, feel free to add those to your character. I will add this to the original post shortly, and maybe quantify things if people like numbers to understand limits of abilities. No worries, Cam. This looks good in my book! I especially like the fist knives made of air magic. That kind of creativity is what I love about this roleplaying community, so you did great there! I will create a character or two as well, one likely a supportive/healing character, and by then we can get this started. Sign-ups are still open, of course. Oh, one more thing I forgot to mention. You can create up to two characters per person. An exception to this is twin characters or a master and servant or trained creature, but with twins I will try to limit their abilities to better maintain RP balance. I will edit this in once I have access to a personal computer again. Edit: Lastly, sorry for missing some character sheets. I will get to these shortly after work, as my break is over.

Any race would apply, my man. You can have an elf, or a human, or a vicious humanoid canine, as long as they are realistic enough. I cannot think of a 2D character doing well against 3D opponents, so please keep your characters as real-seeming as possible.

Hi, everyone. Vaude here with a new roleplay that I hope everyone will enjoy. There will be action. There will be romance. But, chiefly, there will be cooperation. This roleplay takes place as two parts: within a safe haven where you can discuss things with your fellows and test your unique strengths in arena matches, and within the multi-universal worlds where you combat creatures both sentient and animal with your fellows. Your purpose is unknown, but staying inside the safe haven without doing anything for too long (three weeks) causes you to disappear. With every disappearance, however, there is a new appearance. Another unlucky, or lucky, person is brought to this safe haven, again with unique abilities that can help his or her comrades. You must fight or at the very least assist to survive. You are given food, shelter, robotic assistants that rebuild themselves, and ample amounts of time to improve yourselves and others, but you must prove useful to your community or risk being removed. Three weeks is your allotted time before you must visit the many worlds that lay outside the gate to this sanctuary. A job board will be provided in this RP to give people adventures and, thus, fun. They are rated along the following tier system from lowest and least difficult to highest and most difficult: Bronze, Silver, Gold, Platinum, Diamond, and Alexandrium. Go as a group for the more difficult tiers, unless you like a challenge. Your imagination is the only limit when fighting enemies. Be as powerful as you'd like. MAP OF THE HAVEN: RULES: JOB BOARD / QUEST LIST: SHOP LIST: CHARACTER CREATION (for both new and active players): CHARACTERS CURRENTLY ACTIVE: CHARACTERS RETIRED: THE MAIN AND SUB STORIES THUS FAR: [[Edit on 9/14/18: Added age and race to the character sheet as optional possibilities. Made tweaks to powers and weapons. Added the rule of having two characters at most. Added a directory to existing characters. Edit on 9/15/18: Finalised name for the RP and was changed on 9/18/18. Edit on 10/21/18: Edited links for characters due to server transition and appended the job board. Edit on 2/6/19: Changed layout and added shop list. Edit on 4/29/19: Changed layout due to lack of working spoiler labels and made "CHARACTERS RETIRED" list. Edit on 5/19/19: Added titles for quests which were removed by the renovation of the site. Added "THE MAIN AND SUB STORIES THUS FAR" blurb.]]

- Odin, combining an attack with Eclaire against the Wyrm - Odin felt rather triumphant about somehow delivering multiple attacks with a single thrust, withdrawing his sword from the weakened area that Henry created and tearing away from the dragon when it seemed to be readying a counter towards him and the others, rising up into the air with speed. He was just a moment faster than the Xeno'Jiiva's descent towards the ground, dodging the crushing blow of its massive forefeet, but not fully escaping the explosive shrapnel of the detonating fissures. Several marks and jagged sections of earthen floor gashed exposed flesh, whether it be his face or his arms. He held back a grunt of pain as he withdrew one particularly deep piece of shrapnel from the flesh of his right upper arm. Glancing over to the others to see how they were faring, he noticed the friendly face of Soren in the background, having just reunited with the gang after completing the labyrinth. He seemed to be ignored, the poor gent, but sadly this was no time for Odin to cheer him up with a bit of immediate recognition. Instead, it was time to finish this creature. With lightning-aided speed, he jumped onboard the creature with several other members that had pierced the hide of the creature. Eclaire was using a significant-seeming power of cryogenesis which garnered his attention, the crystalline blossom of frost and ice delving into the creature along with her silver sword . . . or was that Shiva's? It looked remarkably similar. Whether or not this was the case, he landed close to her and held out his hand, touching the foil of the blade with electricity dancing around his fingers. "Electric Minefield," he muttered under his breath, a glow of St. Elmo's fire unnaturally forming around the blade before a great surge of electricity entered through the sword and into the dragon. Paired with the ice that already existed within the dragon, these explosive mines nestled around Eclaire's attack will launch the crystalline shards within the dragon's flesh in every direction, likely cutting through the innards and muscle like butter.

Adamina chuckled at Tibarn's comment about slowness as she watched him jot down a collection of notes, her quick mind coming into play when discerning them. There were a number of confusing areas, but she figured them out for the most part. Her eyes sparkled to life at the idea of torching a wall, but it seemed like that was downplayed by the group, or maybe just from Tibarn, so she decided against taking immediate action. The gleaning about the guard was useful, and she wondered if the guard was able to be fully hypnotised or not. If he did not have very strong willpower, they can easily extract information from him. She hoped such was the case. "See you in a few, hon!" she sent back with an elegant wave, just in case the guard was not well on his way to Hypnosis City just yet. After Tibarn would leave, she would wave over to the guard to bring the meal stuffs over. "Sit down and take a load off, if you would like," she replied to the guard, hoping he would do so. It would make the session of probing his mind with Daniel's great abilities subtler, quicker, and easier. The empty room Solomond described sounds like a good hanger entrance. If we can gain entrance to it, our bounty claim can be nearly assured, she thought to herself, being no longer in psychic connection with the others. Daniel does not look so good, however. He might be straining his natural gift for multitasking again.

Hello, Dad! Fancy seeing you here! And hello, Peri! Glad to see someone new on the site. Be sure to have fun, make friends, and enjoy the constant commotion and joy that is KH13.