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This is a spinoff event for Space Buddha’s The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded.
Heroween Special: Spite of Passage
The world of Ocaeril is an odd one, some might say. Created and manipulated by a pantheon of bizarre gods of varying intention, virtue, sanity and even competency, Ocaeril is a melting pot of strange ideas. Yes, the gods and their role in the development of everything on Ocaeril is not to be understated. Yet sometimes, it is easy to forget they are not the only beings of relevance in this universe. Although many mortal (and immortal) lives are at least somewhat touched by the gods’ influence in one way or another, mortals have legends and events separate from the gods. One such thing, is heroes.
Whether a person is a saint or a sinner, anyone capable of surviving the dark corners of this world and their hidden terrors is certainly someone to admire. Perhaps it is this reason, this connection between heroes and the dangers they must face, that the holiday of Heroween, a holiday celebrating the First Heroine and all that follow in her footsteps, is also regarded by most cultures as a day associated with monsters and evil. Children on Heroween have long dressed as heroes and monsters and played out the battle of good and evil, and like other holidays there are rumors of holiday miracles, the spirits of past heroes protecting people in moments of peril, the fearful finding a source of inexplicable courage when they need to. Yet there are also rumors of the supernatural being unusually restless that day. Of ghost ships in the night. Of skeletal warriors appearing on islands out of a fog.
An often understated element of the heroic tale is that in order for a hero to stand out, they must face evil. Valor shines most in the darkest night, virtue is all the more cherished in contrast with the most repugnant villains. And so, every Heroween, we pray. We pray that the good in this world is bountiful. Because the wickedness is just around the corner, and it only needs to win once.
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The Isle of Ireway is near the northwest cost of the western continent. It is a decent size, a surprisingly temperate climate, and relatively untouched by the mainland. No civilized race had inhabited it before its colonization, and these same colonists were few and far between. No nation sent them, these were men and women who wished for a quiet life away from mainland civilization. It did not inhabit a strategic location, had little of scientific or explorative interest, and was all around a dreary little place so although the land was officially part of various nations over the centuries, few truly cared about its ownership or governing the inhabitants beyond making sure fugitives were not hiding out there. It is not even worth taxing the inhabitants, as the cost of collecting any coin from them would vastly overshadow any profit they could conceivably give. Roughly two hundred years ago, Ireway had become property of the United States of Spartacys. This has had little impact on its inhabitants.The world of Ocaeril is an odd one, some might say. Created and manipulated by a pantheon of bizarre gods of varying intention, virtue, sanity and even competency, Ocaeril is a melting pot of strange ideas. Yes, the gods and their role in the development of everything on Ocaeril is not to be understated. Yet sometimes, it is easy to forget they are not the only beings of relevance in this universe. Although many mortal (and immortal) lives are at least somewhat touched by the gods’ influence in one way or another, mortals have legends and events separate from the gods. One such thing, is heroes.
Whether a person is a saint or a sinner, anyone capable of surviving the dark corners of this world and their hidden terrors is certainly someone to admire. Perhaps it is this reason, this connection between heroes and the dangers they must face, that the holiday of Heroween, a holiday celebrating the First Heroine and all that follow in her footsteps, is also regarded by most cultures as a day associated with monsters and evil. Children on Heroween have long dressed as heroes and monsters and played out the battle of good and evil, and like other holidays there are rumors of holiday miracles, the spirits of past heroes protecting people in moments of peril, the fearful finding a source of inexplicable courage when they need to. Yet there are also rumors of the supernatural being unusually restless that day. Of ghost ships in the night. Of skeletal warriors appearing on islands out of a fog.
An often understated element of the heroic tale is that in order for a hero to stand out, they must face evil. Valor shines most in the darkest night, virtue is all the more cherished in contrast with the most repugnant villains. And so, every Heroween, we pray. We pray that the good in this world is bountiful. Because the wickedness is just around the corner, and it only needs to win once.
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The coastal town of Owlhoof is the largest settlement of the isle, with a population of almost 400 people, most of whom don’t care to know each other. In Owlhoof, there is a lodge. It is ancient, clearly centuries old and looks like it hasn’t been updated at all since its creation. This is Owlhoof’s “Adventurer’s Guild”, known as the Ireway Hero’s Guild to the mainland. There is no temple to Inqui Rey, goddess of heroes inside. There is no bustling office of receptionists cataloguing the events of the local area and coordinating with other guilds. There is only Guild-Mistress Tekkha Gravemaker. She is a retired adventurer of indeterminate age. She is also extremely angry.
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Guild-Mistress Gravemarker swivels her head around the room at the assorted people. As motley a crew as has ever been in this building, she reckons. And schlubs, every single one of them. Well, good thing this was likely to be a small matter.
“Okay, so that commune of those damn horse-folk has settled here for about four years, going on. There was a bit of a stir when they arrived, but since then things’ve quieted down. This is where y’all are going, got it?”
She points to the shortie from the Imperial Soverignty. “You, Scriptorium bore. Congratulations, you’re getting an escort. Probably the only escort a dork like you can get, eh? Sunshine Bliss is the mayor or whatever. We sent a runner down to meet him and he’s agreed to answer your questions as well as accept our guild’s help. You’ll travel with these folks down there and then you’re free to do whatever it is you fucking want.”
Gravitys Momentum
Name: Bob Jefferson
Species: Halfling
Personality: A bit of a boring and dry person who tries to do ‘good’. His mere existence seems to make you tired and just take a nap. However he knows his stuff and how to put it into practice.
Religion: Agnostic
Background: Raised and taught by a Foundation monastery, Bob grew up as a scholar, the skills he learned continuing on in his adult life as an academic. Now being interested in the ongoing activities of a pony commune, Bob has headed there to document it, wanting to add his findings to the Scriptorium.
Skills: Bob is skilled in building statuettes. He is also able to slog through dry books for hours on end while taking notes.
Weaknesses: Bob is too empathetic causing him to go on a side quest to help out the children’s orphanage that are secretly cannibals and are wanting to eat him. However his morals let him shoot the children when needed. Bob is also bad at connecting things which causes him to not be able to get things out of context or extrapolate.
Sanity: 2
Morality: 3
Health: 4
Luck: 1
Fear Level: Normal, but in a way where he doesn’t know if he should be actually afraid of it because he doesn’t know.
Species: Halfling
Personality: A bit of a boring and dry person who tries to do ‘good’. His mere existence seems to make you tired and just take a nap. However he knows his stuff and how to put it into practice.
Religion: Agnostic
Background: Raised and taught by a Foundation monastery, Bob grew up as a scholar, the skills he learned continuing on in his adult life as an academic. Now being interested in the ongoing activities of a pony commune, Bob has headed there to document it, wanting to add his findings to the Scriptorium.
Skills: Bob is skilled in building statuettes. He is also able to slog through dry books for hours on end while taking notes.
Weaknesses: Bob is too empathetic causing him to go on a side quest to help out the children’s orphanage that are secretly cannibals and are wanting to eat him. However his morals let him shoot the children when needed. Bob is also bad at connecting things which causes him to not be able to get things out of context or extrapolate.
Sanity: 2
Morality: 3
Health: 4
Luck: 1
Fear Level: Normal, but in a way where he doesn’t know if he should be actually afraid of it because he doesn’t know.
“Oy! Emo tree hugger! You said you wanted to study the area too, right? Well I’m putting your quest down as personal bodyguard to Jefferson. It’s redundant since you’re all going together, but it looks better on the books, got it?”
Churl
Name: Honey Vajeon, P.I.
Species: Wood Elf/Exodite
Personality: A sullen elf with dark rings around his eyes, and brown hair prematurely greying despite being fairly young by elf standards, Honey seems to ooze exhaustion and stress. He is prone to rambling when engaged, but otherwise remains withdrawn, preferring to investigate undetected.
Religion: The opium of the masses, no prayer can save you from the heat and the dark. (Agnostic, great fear of the gods and religious imagery in general)
Background: A wood elf detective working out of the adventurer guilds, Honey has gained somewhat of a reputation in certain circles recently after apparently finding his way into the dark world and surviving a week inside, although he refuses to say how he entered or exited the plane. Honey focuses on the supernatural and occult in his work and is very knowledgeable about magic, yet doesn’t cast any himself and despises magic due to his family getting slaughtered when his prodigy brother accidentally summoned a daemon when they were little.
Skills: Knowledge of the occult and arcane, Professional Sleuth
Weaknesses: Physically frail, Traumatized
Sanity: 2
Morality: 4
Health: 1
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Normal
Species: Wood Elf/Exodite
Personality: A sullen elf with dark rings around his eyes, and brown hair prematurely greying despite being fairly young by elf standards, Honey seems to ooze exhaustion and stress. He is prone to rambling when engaged, but otherwise remains withdrawn, preferring to investigate undetected.
Religion: The opium of the masses, no prayer can save you from the heat and the dark. (Agnostic, great fear of the gods and religious imagery in general)
Background: A wood elf detective working out of the adventurer guilds, Honey has gained somewhat of a reputation in certain circles recently after apparently finding his way into the dark world and surviving a week inside, although he refuses to say how he entered or exited the plane. Honey focuses on the supernatural and occult in his work and is very knowledgeable about magic, yet doesn’t cast any himself and despises magic due to his family getting slaughtered when his prodigy brother accidentally summoned a daemon when they were little.
Skills: Knowledge of the occult and arcane, Professional Sleuth
Weaknesses: Physically frail, Traumatized
Sanity: 2
Morality: 4
Health: 1
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Normal
She’d heard of this one, of course. Just because she’s living on a rock doesn’t mean she’s under it. She doesn’t know how or why he went galavanting across the planes, especially when he looks like he’ll piss himself any moment, but she supposes he has some backbone to him. Probably the only thing he’s got, Divisi knows he doesn’t got muscle. Always been a bit screwy, she hears. Cant blame him, what with his family and all. She can’t say she approved of how the old mages carried themselves back in the day, but at least those wizards didn’t summon knockoff fiends from the nowhere of everywhere or whatever the hells the Winds uses. At any rate, the elf had wanted to investigate strange energies he were certain were coming from the area around the commune.
She looks around for her next target. There he is, the jackass in the suit. She can small the bullshit off this freak from a mile away. This weirdo rolled into town with the last of the adventurers and also wants a ride into the commune to check out the ponies for himself. He gave an explanation, but most of the words he said went in one ear and out the other. Seems like a god-freak of some kind, though.
“Alright, smiles! Same deal as the hobbit. You’ll get escorted down there, what you do is your business. Like the other one you’ll be staying with this group at that commune’s inn or whatever.”
Puppernickel
Name: Durlok Fortune
Species: Human
Personality: At first glance, Durlok is a rather bland and unassuming individual, appearing to be just your average businessman in a cheap suit. In actuality he's a cold hearted schemer, constantly taking in information and doing his best to convince others to go along with his plans. Durlok puts on the air of a calm, quiet gentleman while secretly plotting out how to convince someone to do exactly what he wants them to. While he does still have a code of honor, that code is rather loose and could be dropped if certain circumstances required it.
Religion: The Whole Heart - Crystalline Choir
Background: Durlok's history is one this is not all that well known, except for a few key facts. He was born to a family of 7 siblings, his parents were well off merchants, and his mother was a believer in Tiamat. Beyond that, nothing is really known of his past. In the present, Durlok is a well off businessman, selling obscure items and unique trinkets to whomever will buy them across the western continent. Unknowingly to the public, his belief in Dementia has given him increased luck, which is what allows his small business to keep making a profit despite other, larger companies existing.
Skills: Durlok is a natural talker, whether it's to lower prices in a deal or get his way out of a sticky situation, he'll probably start by talking his way out of it. However, not everything can be solved by talking, and so Durlok has learned to be really good at running away from trouble if necessary. He's also good at identifying things, having gained knowledge on both the well known and more obscure items that one can or (usually) cant acquire.
Weaknesses: Because of his successes in business, Durlok has become rather prideful, his arrogance sometimes getting the better of him. Usually doing whatever it takes to get the job done, Durlok has no qualms with throwing someone under the bus if it furthers his own plans.
Sanity: 4
Morality: 1
Health: 2
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Coward. If he cant talk his way out of it, Durlok will get the hell out of there as fast as his legs can carry him.
Species: Human
Personality: At first glance, Durlok is a rather bland and unassuming individual, appearing to be just your average businessman in a cheap suit. In actuality he's a cold hearted schemer, constantly taking in information and doing his best to convince others to go along with his plans. Durlok puts on the air of a calm, quiet gentleman while secretly plotting out how to convince someone to do exactly what he wants them to. While he does still have a code of honor, that code is rather loose and could be dropped if certain circumstances required it.
Religion: The Whole Heart - Crystalline Choir
Background: Durlok's history is one this is not all that well known, except for a few key facts. He was born to a family of 7 siblings, his parents were well off merchants, and his mother was a believer in Tiamat. Beyond that, nothing is really known of his past. In the present, Durlok is a well off businessman, selling obscure items and unique trinkets to whomever will buy them across the western continent. Unknowingly to the public, his belief in Dementia has given him increased luck, which is what allows his small business to keep making a profit despite other, larger companies existing.
Skills: Durlok is a natural talker, whether it's to lower prices in a deal or get his way out of a sticky situation, he'll probably start by talking his way out of it. However, not everything can be solved by talking, and so Durlok has learned to be really good at running away from trouble if necessary. He's also good at identifying things, having gained knowledge on both the well known and more obscure items that one can or (usually) cant acquire.
Weaknesses: Because of his successes in business, Durlok has become rather prideful, his arrogance sometimes getting the better of him. Usually doing whatever it takes to get the job done, Durlok has no qualms with throwing someone under the bus if it furthers his own plans.
Sanity: 4
Morality: 1
Health: 2
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Coward. If he cant talk his way out of it, Durlok will get the hell out of there as fast as his legs can carry him.
Alright, now who is going to be “guarding” this shifty little prick?
“Hey spandex! I’m putting you and your boy toys down for this.”
She can’t stand these new types. Little wieners dancing around in costumes and gimmicks. Making the whole trade seem like a buncha theatrical loons. It was bad enough when adventurers started carrying around guns of all things, but this new tech just takes away the fun altogether. She remembered back when a ‘gimmick’ was just a guy named Crossbow Stan keeping pre-loaded crossbows in a bag of holding. Nowadays it’s all “Catman dressed like a cat with springs in his legs and claws in his gloves” and blah blah blah. It’s especially bad with this freak, he’s got some fetish for sauces or some fuckery of that nature. He had been traveling around different guilds in less populated areas. He says it’s to provide help to places that don’t get as much, but Tekkha wondered if maybe he was trying to seek glory without the big shots to steal his thunder.
Space Buddha
Name: Condiment King
Species: Human
Personality: A rather eccentric fellow, Condiment King's jester-like attitude is only tempered by his ambition to rise through the ranks of the guild. He has so far only been hindered by his ridiculous theme. He often makes condiment puns.
Religion: The Guild of Heroes could be considered a religion, similar to some fraternal organizations like freemasonry. It is the only such group Condiment King is known to commit to.
Background: A low level member of the guild of heroes, Condiment King has long aspired to do more. He specializes in the use of non-lethal chemical irritants, which make him ideal for a position as a regional vigilante. He regularly works heroween parties in his off time. His secret identity is that of Ronald Macdonald, who works a minimum wage job as a waiter. His two sidekicks are Salt and Pepper, hired guns of the hero's guild.
Skills: Condiment King is technically adept and a skilled alchemist (Or chemist, as they are being called these days), which allows him to manufacture his weapons, special sauces and tools himself. His arsenal includes a ketchup and mustard gun, which can fire actual condiments, as well as irritant and corrosive chemicals in combat.
Weaknesses: His greatest personal flaw is that ambition often leads him to take unecessary risks with his own life and those of his allies, and his physical limitations include the fact that he can only carry so many condiments on him at any given time, and is pretty much helpless if he runs out.
Sanity: 2, not too crazy, not too sane
Morality: 4, He's a frickin' superhero
Health: 1, due to being a squishy human
Luck: 3, He managed to become a superhero themed around ketchup, after all.
Fear Level: Brave, he's a superhero after all.
Species: Human
Personality: A rather eccentric fellow, Condiment King's jester-like attitude is only tempered by his ambition to rise through the ranks of the guild. He has so far only been hindered by his ridiculous theme. He often makes condiment puns.
Religion: The Guild of Heroes could be considered a religion, similar to some fraternal organizations like freemasonry. It is the only such group Condiment King is known to commit to.
Background: A low level member of the guild of heroes, Condiment King has long aspired to do more. He specializes in the use of non-lethal chemical irritants, which make him ideal for a position as a regional vigilante. He regularly works heroween parties in his off time. His secret identity is that of Ronald Macdonald, who works a minimum wage job as a waiter. His two sidekicks are Salt and Pepper, hired guns of the hero's guild.
Skills: Condiment King is technically adept and a skilled alchemist (Or chemist, as they are being called these days), which allows him to manufacture his weapons, special sauces and tools himself. His arsenal includes a ketchup and mustard gun, which can fire actual condiments, as well as irritant and corrosive chemicals in combat.
Weaknesses: His greatest personal flaw is that ambition often leads him to take unecessary risks with his own life and those of his allies, and his physical limitations include the fact that he can only carry so many condiments on him at any given time, and is pretty much helpless if he runs out.
Sanity: 2, not too crazy, not too sane
Morality: 4, He's a frickin' superhero
Health: 1, due to being a squishy human
Luck: 3, He managed to become a superhero themed around ketchup, after all.
Fear Level: Brave, he's a superhero after all.
- Salt, one of his mercenaries. Rather quiet, skilled in unarmed combat, but wields a weapon designed by condiment king that fires a spray of salt at high velocity, able to temporarily blind a target. He is notable for his albinism, a very rare condition on Ocaeril. Prior to joining the guild, he was a police officer.
- Pepper, the other mercenary, trained in unarmed combat like Salt, and uses a similar weapon that fires a burst of pepper spray. He is more talkative than Salt, and sometimes builds on CK's puns. Prior to joining the guild, he served in the Spartacyn military.
- Pepper, the other mercenary, trained in unarmed combat like Salt, and uses a similar weapon that fires a burst of pepper spray. He is more talkative than Salt, and sometimes builds on CK's puns. Prior to joining the guild, he served in the Spartacyn military.
“Alright, now for the rest of you. The commune has sent requests to the Guild, but they are vague as all hells. Looks like they are from couple different senders, too. I’m putting you down as a single party, but again, it’s just paperwork, and I don’t give a shit if you work together or not. Everyone here that isn’t one of those two tourists? I expect to hear some results on just *something* productive to put in my log when the caravan picks you up again next week.”
Tekkha had put in feelers for her buddy in the Spartacys capital guild to send her some recruits to meet her quota, and she still ended up getting more than she expected, plus an extra.
The ninja girl is shifty looking, but definitely has spunk. She’d arrived alone and earlier than the others and had been playing her in cards all week and been pleasantly surprised to find an opponent that not only keeps up with the game but cheats and throws hands when tensions flare, like a true adventurer should.
KolastoRPN
Name: Erra
Species: Human
Personality: Despite her mysterious nature, Erra is surprisingly friendly if met in person, being a laid-back competitor; she even gives genuine advice and encouragement to her opponents, even in the middle of a battle. However, this sporting demeanor crumbles if it seems that they’re genuinely threatening her, causing her to fly into a rage and take extreme measures to regain the advantage. She also takes a bit too much satisfaction over defeating her foes…
Religion: Helsan Cult
Background: A mysterious girl who with her own goals. And by that, she refuses to tell anyone her goals when they ask. Apparently she was raised in an orphanage for most of her life, then left one day after slapping the matron for no reason. (She actually says it for no reason.) In reality, she was raised in the Helsan Cult for most of her life, trained in the usage of Dark Chakra as one of their Yaminin (Dark Ninja), before she slapped her master and a Helsan priest for no reason before leaving to wander around the world.
Skills: Dark Chakra Knowledge, Stealth Training, Clever.
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Distrusting, Kind Of A Horrible Person.
Sanity: 4
Morality: 1
Health: 3
Luck: 2
Fear Level: Normal.
Species: Human
Personality: Despite her mysterious nature, Erra is surprisingly friendly if met in person, being a laid-back competitor; she even gives genuine advice and encouragement to her opponents, even in the middle of a battle. However, this sporting demeanor crumbles if it seems that they’re genuinely threatening her, causing her to fly into a rage and take extreme measures to regain the advantage. She also takes a bit too much satisfaction over defeating her foes…
Religion: Helsan Cult
Background: A mysterious girl who with her own goals. And by that, she refuses to tell anyone her goals when they ask. Apparently she was raised in an orphanage for most of her life, then left one day after slapping the matron for no reason. (She actually says it for no reason.) In reality, she was raised in the Helsan Cult for most of her life, trained in the usage of Dark Chakra as one of their Yaminin (Dark Ninja), before she slapped her master and a Helsan priest for no reason before leaving to wander around the world.
Skills: Dark Chakra Knowledge, Stealth Training, Clever.
Weaknesses: Arrogant, Distrusting, Kind Of A Horrible Person.
Sanity: 4
Morality: 1
Health: 3
Luck: 2
Fear Level: Normal.
Comparing her to the other girl was like night and day. This one had been jumpy all day. The Guild-Mistress had honestly considered tying a bell around the girl, if she didn’t think Jantet would have a heart attack the moment it rang out. But fear often goes with alertness, and the way the girl moves softly, eyes examining everything, Tekkha knew rogue material when she saw it.
Stikes
Name: Jantet Algon
Species: Human
Personality: Skittish, prone to anxiety, suspicion, and even paranoia.
Religion: Follower of Xorju.
Background: A Twixt explorer who funds her expeditions with money from burglary and mostly-legal transportation jobs, and the occasional odd job. Though she finds the limbo realm fascinating, it hasn't had the best effect on her sanity.
Skills:
Kitchen Sink: Jantet pulls a random object that's small enough to easily hold from the Twixt. This can be very nearly anything, from broken bottle to live grenade, even the occasional magic item.
Path Way: Followers of Xorju can often open stable pathways through the Twixt linking two locations. A portal to a nearby location large enough for only her takes a split second to open, with larger and longer-distance ones requiring more time and concentration.
Dodgy: She's really good at avoiding getting hit, to an honestly absurd degree.
Miscellanea: Good at general survivalism stuff, particularly knots and ropework. Very good sense of direction.
Weaknesses:
Poor fighter: She's good at getting places and running away, but it's not likely to win a stand-up fight.
Paranoid: Jantet is very jumpy and anxious at best, and prone to becoming irrationally suspicious of both others around her and the environment itself. This can often lead to poor decisions.
Sanity: 1
Morality: 2
Health: 3
Luck: 4
Fear Level: Normal.
Species: Human
Personality: Skittish, prone to anxiety, suspicion, and even paranoia.
Religion: Follower of Xorju.
Background: A Twixt explorer who funds her expeditions with money from burglary and mostly-legal transportation jobs, and the occasional odd job. Though she finds the limbo realm fascinating, it hasn't had the best effect on her sanity.
Skills:
Kitchen Sink: Jantet pulls a random object that's small enough to easily hold from the Twixt. This can be very nearly anything, from broken bottle to live grenade, even the occasional magic item.
Path Way: Followers of Xorju can often open stable pathways through the Twixt linking two locations. A portal to a nearby location large enough for only her takes a split second to open, with larger and longer-distance ones requiring more time and concentration.
Dodgy: She's really good at avoiding getting hit, to an honestly absurd degree.
Miscellanea: Good at general survivalism stuff, particularly knots and ropework. Very good sense of direction.
Weaknesses:
Poor fighter: She's good at getting places and running away, but it's not likely to win a stand-up fight.
Paranoid: Jantet is very jumpy and anxious at best, and prone to becoming irrationally suspicious of both others around her and the environment itself. This can often lead to poor decisions.
Sanity: 1
Morality: 2
Health: 3
Luck: 4
Fear Level: Normal.
Next was the old timer. His kind didn’t take to heroism and adventuring as much, but she could recognize the wanderlust of a wounded old soldier anywhere. That angel was looking for his next battle, to prove himself or die trying.
Selee-01
Name: !Xeck-Yimor!, or just Zeke
Species: Zeruellium
Personality: A war veteran, Zeke never really came home from the war. He often accidentially blows up things, and loves destruction and explosions.
Religion: Yimorian cultist, Oenian.
Background: A survivor of the attack on the Jade, Zeke wandered the world in disguise for centuries. Recently, he decided to join a hero group to regain his glory days.
Skills: A.T. Field: Zeke has an A.T. Field like any other Angel. It allows him to be protected from nearly any harm.
Eye Beams/Cruciform Blasts: Zeke can generate energy beams and explosions.
Razor Limbs: Zeke has many razorlike limbs capable of slicing through virtually anything.
Flight: Zeke can levitate.
Weaknesses: Slow: Zeke has low physical speed at best.
Cuckoolander: Zeke is easily distracted and drawn off.
Fanatic: Eager to proselytize, even when he should really not.
Sanity: 2
Morality: 1
Health: 4
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Brave
Species: Zeruellium
Personality: A war veteran, Zeke never really came home from the war. He often accidentially blows up things, and loves destruction and explosions.
Religion: Yimorian cultist, Oenian.
Background: A survivor of the attack on the Jade, Zeke wandered the world in disguise for centuries. Recently, he decided to join a hero group to regain his glory days.
Skills: A.T. Field: Zeke has an A.T. Field like any other Angel. It allows him to be protected from nearly any harm.
Eye Beams/Cruciform Blasts: Zeke can generate energy beams and explosions.
Razor Limbs: Zeke has many razorlike limbs capable of slicing through virtually anything.
Flight: Zeke can levitate.
Weaknesses: Slow: Zeke has low physical speed at best.
Cuckoolander: Zeke is easily distracted and drawn off.
Fanatic: Eager to proselytize, even when he should really not.
Sanity: 2
Morality: 1
Health: 4
Luck: 3
Fear Level: Brave
He may not be conventional, but he definitely fit the bill more than the last member of her team.
This one hadn’t been sent by the other guilds, she recruited him herself when the drunk had collapsed in her lodge thinking it was an inn. Still, others would have dismissed the man, but she had an eye for these things, and proved it when she threw a knife at him at breakfast and it missed. She. Never. Misses. That little cart of his is also so bursting with magic, she’s surprised the normal folk aren’t sensing it at this point. That lad has an arsenal and the luck to probably take on a small army, yet here he is pissing his potential away. Other guild leaders might have taken offense at that, but honestly she was more angry he had the manners of the trash he smelled like. She doesn’t actually expect him to contribute much, it’s just to get him out of her hair.
Celestial Speck
Name: Seo-jun.
Species: Immortal human.
Personality: Stoic and uncaring, it's hard to make so Seo takes most situations seriously. If you were to place him in a life or death situation, Seo is the sort of guy who would choose death rather than waste his time fighting an enemy when he can just pretend he's dead and wait for them to live. Rude and blunt, he can be seen as a classic alcoholic ass of a homeless person, but can show genuine heart to people at times, and protect others he feels are innocent enough. Despite this, he doesn't seem to take his own abilities seriously.
Religion: Blessed by Dementia, but doesn't follow any god.
Background: A homeless man who could have been someone great in life, Seo was stripped away from this future by a fate many others in the world suffer. Homelessness. A lack of power. A lack of a voice. A lack of family. And the loss of this same family. Seo was the sort of man who lived but didn't care if he died, but upon beating Dementia on a game of Mahjong and asking for simply a pair of shoes, Dementia was impressed by the man, and feeling the wish to change and save this man's heart, gifted him with immortality with the quest to gather magical artifacts of all kinds in place of lifting his curse and allowing him to die, hoping one day the man would find peace during his journeys.
Skills: Immortality: Seo cannot be killed by any means, the concept of 'chaos' messing with attacks who hit him and changing their meaning and the luck behind them to make so he can survive nearly anything, even if his head is cut or his body lobbed apart. Despite this, he doesn’t possess super regeneration, and despite coming back to life when he’s ‘killed’, broken bones and non-lethal wounds still take natural time to heal.
Photographic Memory: Due to being immortal, Seo is capable of remembering anything that he’s come across down to near perfect detail. It would be useful if he didn’t drink all the time and got drunk, though.
Weapon Mastery: Seo is capable of using most magical weapons with relative ease, however, he never uses them to their full potential, his fighting style consisting of essentially using one weapon for a few seconds, before changing them. Making so the really powerful shit is thrown aside like it’s a broken bottle of beer.
Magical Trolley: A magical trolley used to store all of Seo’s items. Dementia gave him a way to keep track of his treasures. It can have the appearance of nearly anything, though. But it’s mostly a really rusty and shitty trolley.
Weaknesses: Alcoholic. Enough said.
Doesn’t seem to be pumped to fight anything, and tends to sit out a lot from fights and just drink, occasionally throwing his bottle at the baddie if someone asks, despite his strength.
He doesn’t seem to care if he lives or dies, but would probably put himself in harm's way if it meant protecting someone innocent.
Kinda of an ass to most people he meets, and can give the impression he’s some useless hobo.
BUUUURP.
Sanity: 3
Morality: 1
Health: 2
Luck: 4-5 (Speck knows there isn’t a 5 number, but it’s for the joke, oi.)
Fear Level: Brave in the sense he doesn’t fuckin’ care.
Species: Immortal human.
Personality: Stoic and uncaring, it's hard to make so Seo takes most situations seriously. If you were to place him in a life or death situation, Seo is the sort of guy who would choose death rather than waste his time fighting an enemy when he can just pretend he's dead and wait for them to live. Rude and blunt, he can be seen as a classic alcoholic ass of a homeless person, but can show genuine heart to people at times, and protect others he feels are innocent enough. Despite this, he doesn't seem to take his own abilities seriously.
Religion: Blessed by Dementia, but doesn't follow any god.
Background: A homeless man who could have been someone great in life, Seo was stripped away from this future by a fate many others in the world suffer. Homelessness. A lack of power. A lack of a voice. A lack of family. And the loss of this same family. Seo was the sort of man who lived but didn't care if he died, but upon beating Dementia on a game of Mahjong and asking for simply a pair of shoes, Dementia was impressed by the man, and feeling the wish to change and save this man's heart, gifted him with immortality with the quest to gather magical artifacts of all kinds in place of lifting his curse and allowing him to die, hoping one day the man would find peace during his journeys.
Skills: Immortality: Seo cannot be killed by any means, the concept of 'chaos' messing with attacks who hit him and changing their meaning and the luck behind them to make so he can survive nearly anything, even if his head is cut or his body lobbed apart. Despite this, he doesn’t possess super regeneration, and despite coming back to life when he’s ‘killed’, broken bones and non-lethal wounds still take natural time to heal.
Photographic Memory: Due to being immortal, Seo is capable of remembering anything that he’s come across down to near perfect detail. It would be useful if he didn’t drink all the time and got drunk, though.
Weapon Mastery: Seo is capable of using most magical weapons with relative ease, however, he never uses them to their full potential, his fighting style consisting of essentially using one weapon for a few seconds, before changing them. Making so the really powerful shit is thrown aside like it’s a broken bottle of beer.
Magical Trolley: A magical trolley used to store all of Seo’s items. Dementia gave him a way to keep track of his treasures. It can have the appearance of nearly anything, though. But it’s mostly a really rusty and shitty trolley.
Weaknesses: Alcoholic. Enough said.
Doesn’t seem to be pumped to fight anything, and tends to sit out a lot from fights and just drink, occasionally throwing his bottle at the baddie if someone asks, despite his strength.
He doesn’t seem to care if he lives or dies, but would probably put himself in harm's way if it meant protecting someone innocent.
Kinda of an ass to most people he meets, and can give the impression he’s some useless hobo.
BUUUURP.
Sanity: 3
Morality: 1
Health: 2
Luck: 4-5 (Speck knows there isn’t a 5 number, but it’s for the joke, oi.)
Fear Level: Brave in the sense he doesn’t fuckin’ care.
“That does it, fresh meat! Converse among yourselves if you want, I don’t care. Caravan arrives in ten minutes.”
- Tekkha Gravemaker: Enigmatic, irritable, human (?) Guild-Mistress of the Owlhoof Adventurer’s/Hero’s Guild.
- Gorta: Creepy Gnome undertaker/caravan driver. Delivered the party to the commune, scheduled to pick them up the day after Heroween.
- Sunshine Bliss: Earth Pony leader of Kelpie Springs.
- Blood Letter: Unicorn, doctor of Kelpie Spings. Does not seem to believe laughter is the best medicine.
- Part Parcel: Pegasus, inhabitant of Kelpie Springs. Nervous around Sunshine, has a unicorn son.
- Ball Buster: Pegasus. Inhabitant of Kelpie Springs. Busts balls.
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