Which is your two favorite character?
Simon Blosse (Vibration and Emotional Manipulation)
4.75% 4.75% of votes
Rose Callaway (Bookkeeper)
21.15% 21.15% of votes
Jasper Greene (Shapeshifter)
16.28% 16.28% of votes
Johan Walton (Cult Leader)
3.95% 3.95% of votes
Drake Woodhick (Juggernaut)
8.92% 8.92% of votes
Vandal Leviathan (Monstrous Chef)
11.71% 11.71% of votes
MIa (Anti-Paladin)
9.23% 9.23% of votes
Copernicus Dasten (Scribe revived as Skeleton Mage)
19.42% 19.42% of votes
Thomas Mayer (Apprentice)
4.59% 4.59% of votes
Total: 3877 vote(s)
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2 Votes per person! Give me those hot takes. I'll take the top 2, and 1 that I want to write into the story the most.

I'll also explain a little more about why I like each one after the voting closes. It will remain open until Wednesday~

Whereas there had previously been a powerful force pushing the temperature downwards, now this huge bolt, a car size block, really, of burning, incandescent metal ripped downwards, railing against the cold and holding it back. Such was the proximity to the Yeti that its eyes could only widen, and a few dozen bulbs rushed forward to block.

But the bolt punched through, and even as it was cooling, it still remained a very large, very dense chunk of metal.

It was so large that it pretty much was the same size across as the Yeti’s body, and smashed it into the wall of the tower, which trembled. Then, both the bolt and the Yeti began to fall.

Unfortunately, from the way the Yeti was blinking, it was not dead, but Randidly couldn’t really care. As he felt his mana wither and still inside of him, cut off by the after effects of using Inspire, he only felt profoundly tired. It was time to go home. He turned back towards Shal, who was standing next to the portal, and felt a pang in his chest.

To Randidly, home was Donnyton. But it was not yet time to return there. There was more to do here, on this world, for Shal.

Teliph shook his head. “What was that strange thing?”

“A diversion.” Shal said coolly. He waited until Randidly walked over and then beckoned to them all. “Grab each other’s hands. It is the only way for us all to cross at once. Do not be shy. Come, it is time to break out of here.”

*****

As the alarm began to sound, Helen looked sharply up. “Holy fucking shit. They actually are doing it.”

“Do not speak so quickly. Perhaps it is just another training exercise.” Divveltian said wryly, but he was standing too, from the first time since they had come here a few days ago, his expression a mixture of wonder and worry.

The male spear attendant walked out of their small bedding area, yawning, scratching his ass. Helen restrained the part of her that wanted to rip him to pieces, and settled on a scathing glare. That seemed to get the message across, because the fool jumped up, and then ran back into his sleeping quarters, quickly putting on his armor.

An explosion sounded from the prison portal area, and there were shouts, in addition to the ringing alarm. Divveltian’s face fell.

“They seem… a bit more spirited than I would have expected. We must go.” He ran and leapt off the roof on which they were staying. Helen waved her hand and gathered all of their things into her interspatial ring, revealing a partially dressed male spear attendant, and then leapt after him. A split second later, the other spear attendant followed, mostly out of necessity, Helen suspected.

The coward didn’t want to be left behind.

They raced along the ground towards the high walls. Luckily, most of the guards were distracted by what was happening within the fortification, and didn’t notice their approach and ascent. They quickly knocked the nearby guards out, careful to inflict no lasting harm. It wouldn’t do to earn the ire of the First Spear of Tomkat.

Well, at least anymore than they already would by doing this, Helen thought, with a gleeful little smile on her face. Then they waited, as the commotion slowly made its way towards their position by the gate. Only a minute later, Shal ripped around the corner, followed by the Ghosthound, and 2 men and a woman. They all had grim faces, and the Ghosthound’s spear was covered in blood.

As soon as they appeared, Divveltian gestured wildly, and Helen and the male spear attendant began to heave on the wheels of the gate, slowly opening it. After a few moments of exertion, they stopped, because all they needed were those few inches. The escapees ran forward, their speed filling Helen with a sense of awe. She couldn’t help but notice how the Ghosthound had somehow seemed to become more… dense. That was the only word that she could think of to describe it. He seemed…. not more compact, but more self contained and controlled.

But there was a strange volatile energy to his movements she didn’t remember. And to be honest… it made her eyes linger, and something primal in the back of her mind have a very certain kind of hunger.

Still, now wasn’t the time, and she tore her eyes away from the lines of his lean muscle to scan the sky. Which was convenient, for she saw a middle aged man appear, looking down at them all as if he were regarding ants.

“Impudent.” The word echoed out, and it seemed as if the sky had suddenly filled with thousands of glistening spears, pointing down towards them, hanging over them like a death sentence. But as soon as that image appeared, there was a snort, and that image was battered by the image of the apparition of death standing over them all, cloaked and stooped. Then that figure turned and gazed at the middle aged man, its bony face locked into a crazed grin.

Shal sailed upwards, shooting to meet the middle aged man, while the rest continued to rush towards the gate.

The middle aged man chuckled. “Heh, your image is as formidable as promised, Shal of the Spear Phantom Style. But as you are not yet an Adept- “

A strand of music filled the air, strangely beautiful and melancholy, like a lost child. Beside her, Divveltian flexed his fingers. The middle aged man was smashed to the side with a grunt, knocking him out of the sky and towards the ground.

Although the blow was unexpected, he managed to regain his footing, so he landed softly on the ground, rather than crashing into it. He gazed at Divveltian with a complicated expression. “You… That is not a style that belongs to the Spearman School. Sir Adept, who- grkk!”

Once more, the middle aged man was interrupted as a spear pierced through his body. He looked on, aghast, at the apparition of death that stood mockingly before him, grinning. Shal floated downward, his arms crossed.

The middle aged man’s face tightened. “If you were an Adept this whole time, why would you allow yourself to be imprisoned-”

“I had my reasons.” Shal said coolly. Behind him, the Ghosthound and the other escapees passed through the gate and continued running. Divveltian gave Helen a meaningful glance, and she grabbed the male spear attendant and leaped after them

****

Shal regarded the man in front of him carefully. He was still the First Spear of Tomkat, a very experienced Adept. If he truly wanted to turn this into a fight…

But from the tightly controlled fury in the man’s eyes, he was still willing to back down from all of this. Inwardly, Shal felt some of his own fury begin to disperse.

“We will leave now. Do not follow us.” Shal said calmly, and the fury in that man’s eyes sparked.

“But who will pay the debt that is owed for the lives of my men?” The First Spear said, spitting out the words. “Two adepts are powerful, in tandem, but if you think I cannot-”

“In 6 months, if I yet live, I will return.” Shal said calmly. “At that time, you may hold my life in your hands a week for every guard that has died.”

The First Spear seemed to wilt, closing his eyes. True, this was a proud man, but this was also a man that had a deep, abiding loyalty for those beneath him. Tomkat was a proud town, a polished, strong town. Shal and his student had done much to unravel that strength. It would be difficult to recover from.

Still, the temptation of having another Adept beneath him was too much. The First Spear nodded. Which was for the best. For as Shal turned and began to lope away, the dizziness started, his vision swimming. He gritted his teeth and made it through the gate. He had heard the rumors, sure, but it was quite another thing entirely to feel the effects of Aether Starvation. It made Shal wonder whether he would be recovered in time to exact revenge, if he ever had the chance to do so.

Divveltian fell in beside him, giving him a knowing glance. Shal grinned as best he could. “You finally have seen the path? Congratulations on becoming an Adept. If I had known, I wouldn’t have barged onto your boat-”

“I wasn’t.” Divveltian said calmly. “Not until that student of yours produced that strange… energy. It helped me see my image more clearly than anything I have ever encountered.”

Shal fell into brooding silence for the rest of their run, even as they passed the others, and gathered into a larger group. They continued running for several hours, until they were at a small clearing halfway between Tomkat and Qtal. They likely would not be disturbed here.

So, shoulders heaving, Shal walked up to Randidly. “Why did you kill the guard?”

His disciple’s face tightened, and he just shrugged helplessly. Shal chopped down with his hand, faster than his disciple could react to, shattering the fool’s collarbone. To his credit, Randidly didn’t make a sound, and barely trembled from the blow, simply enduring it passively. Which somehow made the punishment unsatisfying.

The rest of the group stood around, looking at the ground. The new spear attendant and the female one seemed to be having a gaze standoff, as they attempted to determine their relative status underneath Randidly. As Shal struggled to control his anger, he tried to clarify his issue.

“As we exited the prison. There was a guard. You killed him.” Shal kept his voice low, and even.

In his disciple’s eyes, he saw the whole story, the flash of bitterness, then the anger, then the smooth resignation. When his disciple answered, his voice was low and casual in a way that made Shal sick. “...Yes. If he didn’t raise the alarm. It would be easier to escape. It was necessary.”

“It was necessary…?” Shal said slowly, savoring every syllable. In that moment, he didn’t see his disciple. He saw an image far in the past, years after Shal and his brother had giggled and whispered about the Spear with the Poisonous Fangs Style, his brother, his spear wet with blood, standing defiantly over that young girl’s body, Lucrecia standing next to him.

It was necessary.

“You don’t understand the value of a life,” Shal said coldly, advancing towards his disciple, fury pumping through his veins like blood.

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1 Water Breather

 

Name: Simon Blosse.

Class: Resonant.

Skill Focus: Vibration control, Emotional Manipulation.

Personality: Cheerful, Careful, Easy to talk to, similar to a barber.

Backstory: Before the system; Simon was a therapist who enjoyed collecting tuning forks. When the system arrived; Simon hid, shaking with his tuning forks, where he gained his ability to vibrate.

Connection to the Plot: Runs a massage parlor business in Donnyton using his vibration based abilities. Kills the people of Donnyton with his vibration based abilities, incognito of course. He uses the killing to keep himself under control, like dexter morgan from the tv show.

Interesting Paths: Shifting path, Charismatic path, Pointless path.





2 Jarthon

Name: Rose Callaway

Class: Bookkeeper

Skill Focus: Logistics, Record keeping, Penmanship

Personality: Quiet, Assertive(when nessisary), Smart

Backstory: With college no longer in the cards and the power of Donnytown allowing for non combat roles, Rose decided to do what she had always wanted to do and open a bookstore. She never imagined that it would become anything more than that, but when she asked around for classers to build her a building the interest it sparked was stagering. Rose now runs the Library of Donnytown, a growing building where all path, class, skill and general knowlege is written down for safekeeping and distribution. This allows people to better plan out what they want to learn and be to improve themsslves and Donnytown. It is a central part of the growing haven.

Connection to the Plot: Allows the Ghosthound to help Donnytown with his knowledge and find interesting paths, skills, etc... to persue in the future.

Interesting Paths: Recal, Copy, Mentalist



3 Sgt-Twitchy

Name: Jasper Greene

Class: Shapeshifter

Skill Focus: Stealth, Polymorph, Sleight of Hand

polymorph- The ability to take the shape of any object, non-living, the user can imagine. Maximum mass and size is .25x the mass and .45x the size of the user. While polymorphed the user cannot move. Any weapon forms obtained through this skill get a portion of users strength to damage. All sensory input is togglable while polymorphed. Damage and maximum size/mass can increase with skill proficiency

Personality: Skiddish, Reclusive, Determined

Backstory: As one of the younger survivors of the system, and having no adults to rely on, Jasper has roamed the streets of Franksburg hiding and taking what he needed to survive. When the party from Donnyton started their return journey with their new citizens, he secretly followed them, occasionally sneaking through the crowd to get food. Upon arrival to Donnyton, Jasper made himself scarse and found his way around the village pilfering supplies and creating a small den for himself in an obscure section of the NCC village. After the system officially announced Lyra free and clear, she noticed him one day sneaking behind Sam's shop. She called out to the boy and he darted away, weaving around buildings and dashing across streets, but it was useless, Lyra simply appeared before him at every turn. Lyra, amused by his determination and noticing his obvious lack of grooming decided to offer him a chance at a class.

Connection to Plot: While RG is away, Jasper mistakenly thinks his house is unoccupied. Utilizing the solidarity of his new found lodging, he throws himself into learning  his new class, taking the shape of random objects within the cabin. Before RG returns, Sam brings by a new spear for him and places it inside the house. With a new object to copy, Jasper starts taking the form of the spear and begins experimenting with extravigent and outlandish shapes. That is until RG returns home. Jasper panics and turns into the spear and is picked up for Randidly's training excercises.

Paths: Mimicry I 5/5, Mimicry II 15/15, Deadly Form I 20/25



4 10000souls Name : Johan Walton

Class : Cult Master

Skill Focus : Charm, Illusion

Personality : Charismatic, Persuasive, Selfish, Sociopathic

Backstory : Born to a celebrity couple, Johan was born to the show biz. He learned from a young age how to charm people as well as manipulating public opinion. When the system arrived, he took the opportunity to build a utopia in his image. No mather the cost to other people.

Connection to the plot : Leader of the new Village near Donnytown. Ex boyfriend of Lyra

Interesting paths : Orator, Path of an Idol, Path of Compulsion

 

5 Poofo

Name: Drake Woodhick

Class: Juggernaut

Skill focus: Pain resistance, Regeneration, Steel skin, Steady gait, Tinkerer, Troll's blood. His steel skin and steady gait (walking slowly = more damage resistance) combined with regeneration and troll's blood make him an excellent beefy tank.

Pesronality: Thick headed, Strong willed, Calm.

Backstory: Drake had been a logger all his life until one day the system arrived. He quickly lost all his family members in the struggles and even lost his lower right arm. Furious for vengeance he quickly grabbed one of the chainsaws and had the crazy idea to stick it to his right arm, the system quickly applied and melded the device with his arm. Finally having gained something to fight back he fought any monsters that dared approach his family's abode. The chainsaw quickly broke down though from trying to cut the monsters. Too tired to do anything but walk and take the hits and do nothing but walk steadily forward towards his enemies and smash them into a pulp with his broken down chainsaw and his remaining arm. The only thing keeping him alive is his pure will and repairing flesh. Shortly after he left his home after which he found Donnytown where he strives to improve his chainsaw and helps out via use of his woodworking knowledge.

Connection to the plot: Lost his family when the system came and fought days on end to protect his house via use of a chainsaw he melded with his arm. left home whereafter he found Donnytown.

Paths: Slow Walking Terror (Slow walk in fights for over 8 hours, gain steady gait), Woodworker, Tinkerer, Steel wall

 

6 Nizen

Name: Vandal Leviathan

Class: Monstrous Chef

Skill Focus: Cooking, Alchemy, Monster Biology

Personality: Survivalist, Open with Emotions, Obsessed with cooking

Backstory: Runaway Orphan (from the Leviathan Orphanage), learned to be able to cook and eat anything to survive,

Connection to the Plot: A wandering NC who came to Donnytown due to Aether Deprivation,

Interesting Paths: Monster Cooking (By combining the 3 skill focus together)

                                   Rewards Monstrous Cooking (When cooking is ingested temporally grants a monster only skill.

                            Form of the Monster (living on a diet of only monster for extended period)

                                   Rewards Monstrous Form (When eating Monstrous Cooking shape shifts into the type of monster cooked.

 

 

 

7 TheyCallmeSibs

Name Mia?

Class:

Antipaladin (glitched name?)

Skill focus

Corruption-spreading skills - can corrupt other beings to mindlessly follow orders / vague concepts

Heavy armour, Two-handed sword

Personality

Before corruption - quick temper and rash decisions, violent tendencies

After - Insanity, mental struggles with corruption, violent blackouts, strong savage, animalistic compulsions (gore and blood?)

Backstory

Had tried to join village in the beginning and has been rejected by Donny. Got her class from turtletown and left after to be a loner. The death of turtletown corrupted her and her class, feeding off of her hatred for Donny.

A random, irrational personality prone to snapping and violent blackouts. Many corrupted skills and paths which the system doesn't filter out because she is supposed to be a monster.

Plot connection

A former turtletown member who cut ties with it and has been partially corrupted. Wishes to bring harm to Donny and possibly other Tanks. System may try to hunt her down due to detected corruption?

Paths

Spread of corruption

Corrupted paths

 

8 Thriceborn

Name: Copernicus Dasten aka, Copper

Class: Skeleton Mage, previously Scribe

Skill Focus: Memorization, Processing Ability, Psychometry, Ice Magic, Lightning Magic, Entropy Magic, Undying Will, Osteomancy, Healer

Personality: Skittish, cautious, and a bit of a know-it-all. No sense of direction. Lost some social skills since the System arrived and tends to over share because of his isolation. Has died once and has no wish to repeat the experience.

Backstory: Copper was a regular college student, majoring in English and minoring in History when the System hit Earth. He eventually found a village and gained the Scribe class fairly early on. Disappointed and wanting to prove his strength, Copper recklessly enters a dungeon with a small party and is killed five steps away from a safe spot. His body is dragged in by a member of the party who lucked into Necromancer as a base class, and he is "revived" as a Skeleton Mage due to high Int and Will. Eventually the surviving Necromancer almost manages to escape the dungeon with Copper as his remaining minion/companion, but also dies a horrible death. Left standing motionless just steps away from the exit, it is several months before Copper reawakens in the remains of his own body as a fairly high leveled Skeleton Mage. After the initial freakout over his mostly decomposed body and discovering what it can do, Copper escapes the dungeon and begins to wander, eschewing most human contact, especially as his connection to his original village has been lost and he...has no idea where he is. Eventually he hears of Donnyton and the infamous Ghosthound....

Interesting Paths: Historian, Lesser Skeleton Mage, Greater Skeleton Mage, Lich ????, Storm Mage, Wither and Rot, Lesser Necromancy, Defier of Death, Master of Bones, Initiate of Life (somehow)

 

 

9 IDFree

Name: Thomas Mayer

Class: Apprentice / (?)

Skill Focus: Rejection, Empathy, Meditation, Presence concealment, General combat skills

Personality: Politeness, Faked friendliness, Secretiveness

Backstory: A dropout from the Rawlands' university due to his initial apathy and lack of motivation, he worked odd jobs in and around Franksburg until the system came, the last one being an assistant in a self-help course. He worked hard at completing his paths and later jumped at the chance to get a class, his mysticism skill giving him valuable insights into the system to choose a good one. His growth rate in a class and class skills depending on the people he trained under, he cultivated good relations with important people of Franksburg as a perfect underling, appearing friendly and hard-working, despite not actually caring about any of the people in Franksburg at all and plotting against his direct superiors to receive promotion and privileges. What he actually cares about is not a position of importance in Franksburg, but growing strong enough for personal independence and a chance at exploring new worlds away from the stifling social hierarchy he doesn't really fit in.

Connection to the Plot: During the fight against the Franksburg's tribulation he managed to break away from the village's class system through rejection skill, planning to fake his own death in the aftermath of the (almost lost) fight as a desperate last resort plan he concocted after receiving the news of Donnytown's neighbours' grim fate and fearing the loss off his sanity and becoming a monster above all else. He planned to later seek refuge in other villages but the fight was eventually won and he received an unexpected benefit from participating in slaying the tribulation without a village class - a tiny personal spring of Aether capable of supporting a class independently of the village. He volunteered to become an envoy to Donnyton to hide the newest development from the village spirit and became interested in the Ghosthound's growing legend.

Interesting Paths: Oathbreaker, Mysticism, Path of Perception,

 

 

 


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