Karn-sama

Time was passing swiftly as she methodically made her way along the paths, her current chosen almost half of the way up the cavern's height. She had gone through several different paths, which either presented a dead end or passed too close to a coloured crystal for Remmy's liking. While this one had taken her past several crystals, they were all far enough away that she didn't feel any adverse effect. A noise grabbed her attention, a scrabbling sound accompanied with a strange chittering. Her head snapped to the side, hand falling to her weapon. A strangely coloured creature scurried up the cavern wall, having slipped on a loose patch of ground. Remmy let out a sigh, mentally chastising herself for being startled. “You should keep your attention on your environment you know.” A Raspy, but refined, voice echoed off the walls, catching the former captain off-guard. Looking around in confusion, her eye eventually fell upon the visage of an older gentleman in a strange white coat over

The muted sounds of an outside storm filled the small room, the inhabitant lying ontop of her temporary bunk in great discomfort as the wild waves of a raging ocean tossed the vessel to and from. The former guard captain had never taken well to nautical travel, electing to stay behind on land when possible. “You’ll ‘ave to get sea legs someday petite sœur. I can’t cover for you forever.” The amused tones of her brother’s words echoed in her mind, framed by the booming rumbles of thunder from the storm. Groaning, she forced herself off the small cot, and stumbled her way over to where her bag had slid in the turbulent movements. Leaning against one wall for added stability, she reached into it rummaging for one item in particular. Pushing through the rolls of bandages she spent most of her hard-earned coin upon, her fingers grazed the hard surface of the mysterious crystal that had brought her here. Pulling it out, she stared into the slightly reflective surface, watching how her

The humming monitor illuminated the tired and dishevelled worker, overpowering the dim light shining from the desk light nestled amongst the clutter of empty snack packaging and noodle cups. A hand tiredly lifted, pushing glasses up as they rubbed their eyes, hoping to alleviate the minor headache starting to grow. With a sigh they leant back, chair creaking as they did. It was getting late, and the report was nearly finished. While they didn’t have to finish it until next week, an unexpected pipe burst had shut down the office until the damage was repaired, the Research and Development department had been the worst hit and had gone on a rampage in anger. If the janitorial teams were fortunate, they should be able to find all the bananas before they spoil, he mused idly. Groaning audibly, he hit the save button, and closed the document. Another sigh made its way out of him, and he pushed his chair back from the computer. As he moved, one of the empty cups toppled, jarred loose from

“Uh…haven’t you had enough coffee today man?” Micha jumped, fumbling with the container of burning hot liquid they held “Gah! Don’t startle me like that! I nearly ended up wearing this!” The co-worker took a step away from the twitching red head, noting how their hair seemed to be sticking up as if they’d just gotten out of bed. In fact their entire appearance was that of someone who had rolled out of bed and into the office, their light blue shirt looked un-ironed and had coffee stains all over it, a red tie hung slightly loose and offset to the right, and the left side of their shirt was refusing to stay tucked into their trousers. The Bags under their eyes seemed to tell a story of many sleepless nights. Under the sleeves of the shirt, haphazardly rolled up, several patches could be seen haphazardly stuck to pale skin. “Oh, hi, what’s up?” Green eyes flickered back and forth from the other worker, to the coffee held, to the clock, and back again, over and over, as a tired smile

Name: Micha Iato Age: 19 Species: Human. We think. Blood tests register as caffeine…. Gender: Identifies as male (born female). Often just identifies as a mess. Weight: 180lbs Height: 5ft5/6 Position: Office Gopher (former Intern) Attire: Light blue long sleeved shirt (often looks unironed and dishevelled, has coffee stains all over it, sleeves rolled up to elbows), black trousers, red tie (never fully up, always crooked), roller blades (have go fast flames on the heels). Suspenders Appearance: shoulder length red hair (always messy), freckles splashed across her cheeks, green eyes framed by noticeable bags, pale skin, left arm is covered in caffeine patches, right arm in nicotine patches. Personality: An energetic and rather manic character who is nearly always on the move with a smile, however forced. Tries to get on with all the members of the office, as in a way his job is to help them all. They’ll get what you want and deliver it and doesn’t complain at all about not

Music played through the lively tavern, the building filled with the sounds of drunken revelry, off tone singing and whispers not as hushed as intended. The players laughed and played as a server replaced their empty mugs with full. Various sell-swords, spell-for-hires and mercenaries gathered, trading stories with each other and competing for who had the best. The largest group of such people were gathered around a large table and betting drinks on tales they told. Bandits, brigands, the occasional sprite all passed the lips of one another, the tales becoming gradually taller and taller. One reveller, a shaggy haired youth with armour shiny enough to reveal their novice status, glanced over to a patron who seemed to be listening to the conversations. With a grin they called over. “ ’ey, want in on this? Bet you’ve picked up a story or two on your travels eh?” The figure jumped in their seat, chuckling sheepishly at having been caught. A heavily bandaged arm raised to brush hacked

Name:Remmy Nickname (at least one): Bone Lady, Fallen Captain Species: Human Age: 29 Height/Weight: 5ft 9, 240 lbs Gender: Female Reasons for adventuring: She wants to ask her brother why. Strengths: Proficient in Short swords (usually wields a bone of the same size instead), Extremely strong will (very hard to dissuade from a goal set in her mind), Abilities: Can manipulate her bones; firing bone shards as projectiles, pulling bones out as a melee tool or weapon. While she is not the most accurate, she can fire a maximum of five shards an hour, and she can extend/remove four bones in an hour before pain overwhelms her. If she fires any number of shards, her bone count reduces to two. Weaknesses: The bones coming out causes great pain and blood loss. Often suffers from Anaemia from bleeding, and if she shoots/removes bones too often, she will be overwhelmed by the pain and collapse. Large blind spot on her right side due to missing an eye. Personality: Remmy is a

Demara was having a bad day. It started with a raging hangover, bad enough that even her hair was painful. Then, Haylee froze her favourite cigarettes for no reason. One of the messenger gods had delivered her mail to the wrong address, again, and was refusing to take responsibility for the screw up. An argument later and Demara was now banned for a month from the Messenger office and facing a repair bill for the fire she had conjured in the middle of it. To top it all off, some of her followers were stirring up trouble in her name, and one of the minor deities of nature was blaming the major goddess for it, as if she’d been down to the mortal planes recently. But now, she was home. She could relax, unwind, and vent to her empty apartment. Her lips twisted into a grimace at that thought. She really didn’t want to be alone, but the ice queen wasn’t on her good books right now. The punk goddess of fire sighed out a cloud of steam, and trudged towards her kitchen. She ignored the pile