Character 2

According to your mentor, Max, you were a feral child in the Vacuo wastes known as The Wasteland (the wastes are not known for their brilliant naming sense). Your mentor met you when you were caught trying to steal your mentor’s can of Dinky-Di’s and sort of adopted you then and there. You’ve lived out on the frontier with your mentor, traveling across the world taking all manners of huntsman work, be it culling grimms or dispatching bandits, you shadowed your mentor, learning the trades of a huntsman and surviving the frontier.

Then one day, your mentor disappeared. His note stated he needed to find The Plain of Silence, and he could only do it alone. For years, you searched for Max, but accepted the fact that he died in his mad quest. You returned to The Dunes and continued the nomadic-huntsman life, fighting bandits of the Immortan Joe and The Great Kar-Ghan that preyed upon the innocent villagers. For the longest time, you were the Road Warrior until the conflicts of The Dunes reached Vacuo which led to a beginning of a campaign of cleansing The Dunes of the warring factions.

You were offered a position in Shade Academy, but you declined due to the very fact that the headmaster refused to let you fight in The Dunes as you were already doing due to you being ‘unlicensed’. Instead, you took the offer from Headmaster Ozpin of Beacon Academy for a change of scenery. Max always said there were worlds outside The Dunes, it was time to explore them

Agility: 18 [+9] [D12]
Strength: 18 [+9][D12]
Intelligence: 0 [0][D4]
Senses: 18 [+9][D12]
Sneak: 10 [+5][D6]
Face: 4 [+1][D4]
Grit: 18 [+9][D12]

Feats
[Road Warrior I] Any combat grants you +1 roll and +3 general modifier, any vehicle, firearms or animal handling checks does not need a roll.
[Feral Senses I] Any Sense rolls gains +5 modifier and +1 roll.
[Prowl I] Any sneak roll gains +1 roll and +3 additional modifier in a sneak attack.
[Chrome-Cant] Fluent in a unique language only spoken in The Dunes

Negative Feats
[Wasteland Bumpkin] City life is unknown and some civilized common sense are foreign, may lead to negative modifiers, navigating cities has a disadvantage and does not know the outside world well
[Confucamus!] Face roll will have a -3 modifier for diplomacy or haggling, lowest roll will be taken of the rolls
[A Child Left Behind] Academic subjects/int rolls have a -5 modifier

Reference: Feral Boy from Mad Max 2
Weapon: Boomerang, sawn-off double barrel shotgun, a chain-shield, and a shotgun sword/spear.
Semblance: Determined by players

Health will be explained later, so will romance mechanic and such

>>6386291
Character 2 is better overall.
Maybe just make some slight changes so that the inspiration is not getting copied too hard

>>6386286
>>Character 1

>>6386291
>CHARACTER 2
FERAL CHILD! FERAL CHILD!

>>6386286
>>6386286
I think I prefer Character 1, seems easier to make them our own.

These tales seem familiar… Groovy.

I'll need either a tie breaker or another vote. I'll roll a dice if I have to by the end of the day.

>>6386762
Alright, I'll swap >>6386633 to
>CHARACTER 1
for the sake of speed!

Alright I got

>>6386768
>>6386594
>>6386670

Votes are made and counted.

Vale.

You only knew Mistral all your life. Vale was… Plain. A fine kingdom, but plain. There wasn’t much to do in Vale, maybe people can enjoy the outdoors but most people couldn’t defend themselves from the grimms. So, here you were, going through the shortcuts in Lower Districts, officially known as Prosperity District.

“Whddya lookin at?”

The drunk man slurred at the wall. Another equally drunken men laid on the floor, or they were high, you couldn’t really tell or cared enough. You went through the alleyways and the streets to arrive at the heart of Vale’s night life. The neon lights illuminate the dark street, choking out the natural moonlight. Red, pink, orange, white, various colors bloomed and flashed.

The safer route took too much time and you wanted a drink or two. Not like The Club owned by the Xiong Clan cared that much, especially when it came to you if they knew what was good for them.

“What?”

“Hey!”

You walked beside the waiting patrons trapped by the velvet rope. The bouncers stood at the front of the door with his arms crossed.

“You don’t get to cut.”

“I want to cut back and relax, I’d rather not do that literally. Open the door.”

The younger bouncer scowled. “Get lost before I—”

The older bouncer placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, laughing jovially.

“Sorry about that, he’s new. The Xiong Clan welcomes you back, please come in.”

You’ve [Been Around] enough to know the Xiong Clan, they were known for their hospitality, information, and neutrality. Your path to revenge wasn’t done alone, you had to work for other criminal organizations and make connections. Bill was one of the largest players in Mistral’s underground, and there were plenty of scums willing to help to see him fall.

“Thanks.”

The large bouncer scowled, but opened the door for you. The club’s music pulsed, sweat and booze filled the air. You made your way to the bar and sat down. Junior was with another blondie like you, except she was holding out her scroll of him and Roman… She was black mailing. From the looks of her, she was playing with fire.

>You went up to where the blondie was. "Junior, is she bothering you?"
>You went up to where the blondie was. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, blondie. Hey Junior, do you mind if you let her go?"
>Intervene (write-in)
>Don't intervene

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>>6386847
>You went up to where the blondie was. "Easy there gorgeous… how about you let me get you a drink and we smooth this out before things messy?"
>Glance around for Junior’s bodyguards.
>If it’s the cute ones, flash ‘em a wink.
>"Besides, Junior responds better to honey than vinegar, and whatever it is you need, you’re probably not gonna find anyone better for it. It’d be a shame to go around burning bridges."
You sadden me leaving out the Malachite Twins like this QM, but hopefully the night’s still young…

>>6386847
>>6387099
+1 to this. What could go wrong?

>>6387101
We may have come for a drink, but a tall glass of blonde, stacked, and sporty’ll do!

>>6386286
I missed a rwby quest since Vacuo Quest QM vanished
>>6386847
>You went up to where the blondie was. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, blondie. Hey Junior, do you mind if you let her go?"

>>6387099
>>6387101
>>6387102

Votes counted

A tense air passed between Yang and Junior. The twins she saw earlier waited to her left while the gangsters slowly approached her from all directions. Yang watched a fellow blonde walk over with a friendly smile. Yang knew she was a badass, they were wary of her badassery, hence their hostility.

"Easy there, gorgeous…”

With that blonde, fear replaced hostility. The twin’s confident stance shrunk to a defensive one. The gangsters stopped their track, even Junior turned his attention fully to the blonde, as if she wasn’t blackmailing him with a picture of him and Roman Torchwick. He sat next to Yang, still grinning.

“How about you let me get you a drink and we smooth this out before things get messy?"

“I’ll take a strawberry sunrise then.” Yang said, still eyeing the new player.

“Mr.Xiong, if you wouldn’t mind?”

Junior nodded and went behind the counter.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom, good.”

Thankfully, all the civilians were outside, waiting. They just might have to wait a little longer. Yang eyed her new threat, heart pounding but grinning confidently. Just what kind of person makes hardened criminals and thugs think twice?

“I’m not sure what the problem is here, but let’s not cause a nice night for the lovely people working here.” He winked at the twins “Besides, Junior responds better to honey than vinegar, and whatever it is you need, you’re probably not gonna find anyone better for it. It’d be a shame to go around burning bridges.”

“And you are?”


[][][][][][][][][][]

“Nobody.” You said with a shrug. “You don’t look like someone who hasn’t been around in this kind of… Community. So here’s an advice, Hei Xiong is the patriarch of the Xiong Clan, a clan known for hospitality and information, as long as proper respects are given.”

Junior placed the drink on the counter.

“Anything for you?” Junior said.

“I’ll take a…”

>Kurosawa sake
>Straight vodka
>Vacuan tequila
>Write-in

You gave a thankful nod to Junior.

“I’m curious, how do you know so much about all this?” The blondie said.

>You grinned, slightly annoyed by her lack of gratitude. “I’m curious why you’re so curious.” [Intimidation, Face Roll, Low]
>“I’m here to help you out, not answering personal questions. Especially on the first date.”
>“I’m going to take a guess… You’re looking for someone aren’t you?”
>Write-in

>>6388018
>>Write-in
>Shirley Temple
>Despite appearances, we don't drink. Parents never let us, Pai Mei REALLY never let us, and on our revenge quest it was too much of a bad idea to get drunk and be vulnerable.

>Write-in
>"I'll let *you* know if you let *me *know what you're lookin' for."

>>6388018
>Vacuan tequila

>“I’m here to help you out, not answering personal questions. Especially on the first date.”

>>6388018
>Vacuan tequila
>"Let’s just say I was chasing some ghosts of my own back when I first darkened the club’s doorstep and we’re all a little wiser now. Been something of a regular here since then. After all, the drinks are good, the girls are cute, and Junior’s connections are handy."

>>6388285
>>6388225
>>6388042

Vacuan tequila is counted for byt the reply isn't, around 1600EST I'll either dice roll or come back to see if there's a tie breaker

Rolled 3 (1d3)

1.
>>6388042
2.
>>6388225
3.
>>6388285

“I’ll take a Vacuan Desert Rose Tequila.”

You gave a thankful nod to Junior.

“I’m curious, how do you know so much about all this?” The blondie said.

You took a hard swig and let the burn hit you. Damn does Vacuo make good booze.

“Let’s just say I was chasing some ghosts of my own back when I first darkened the club’s doorstep and we’re all a little wiser now. Ain’t that right friends?”

The twins gave a small flinch, not too noticeable but enough for you to see.

“Been something of a regular here since then. After all, the drinks are good, the girls are cute, and Junior’s connections are handy."

Junior remained the same, he may be the Patriarch, but the Xiong Clan was under a subsidiary family of the ruling factions in Mistral. A new clan was vulnerable, that was why Junior set his roots here. You’ve been to Vale a couple of times but your path was always at Mistral.

“So, what is it you’re looking for?”

The blondie fished out a photo of a woman who looked similar to her except for her black hair and red eyes.

“I’m looking for this woman, Raven Branwen.”

“Junior?”

He shrugged. “I know who she is, but their tribes move around frequently.”

“Where is she?” The blondie asked.

“I don’t keep tabs on bandits.” Junior said. “Even if I can, you’re not welcomed here.”

“Aww, can’t we just kiss and make up?”

The girl’s pretty lilac eyes switched to red in a single blink as her hands balled up into a fist. Despite her easy attitude, she’s pissed. Whoeever this Raven woman was… She wanted to find her bad.

“No deal, blondie. Get out before I call the cops.” Junior said.

The girl looked toward you, then to the gangs surrounding her.

>"Junior, how about I do some security work tonight in exchange for helping her?"
>"Maybe you and Mr.Xiong can negotiate a deal?"
>You prepared to draw your katana. "Well, that's a shame. Sorry to hear that."

>>6389644
>"Junior, how about I do some security work tonight in exchange for helping her?"

>>6390339
Alright, I'll be counting this vote.

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"Junior, how about I do some security work tonight in exchange for helping her? No strings attached.”

He narrowed his eyes inquisitively.

“And what made you a charitable person all of a sudden?” Junior said.

You shrugged. “Let’s say this is my one good deed a day.”

“One night of free work won’t make up for a full package.”

“The Xiong Clan owes me more than your account book can tally.” You tapped your finger on the counter impatiently. “Don’t forget what I did for your clan, Xiong Dai Lo.”

Junior scoffed, he set his cloth and the glass he was wiping.

“Wait, no.” The blondie said. “It’s alright, if you won’t do it then I’ll find someone else.”

“You sure?”

The blondie nodded. “This can be held off later, but thank you, I never got your name.”

“People call me..."

>Kid
>

With the situation diffused, you returned to Beacon and headed to your room, an empty dorm in the old building. In one room, two beds were set on each end and outside the bedroom was a living area with lockers for clothes. The restroom inside the dorm was spacious enough with a bathtub and a shower head. A far better home than you lived before.

“Man…”

You leaned back on your chair and rested your feet on the table at the living area. You eyed the wooden board with a crudely made red target. The kunai weighed nicely in your hands, and with a flick of your wrist you hit the bullseye of the target.

Tomorrow would be the orientation and your first day as a Beacon student.

>You’ll just sleep here and go to the initiation area
>Maybe you’ll do some people watching, not like you got anything better to do
>You could ask Ozpin if he needs help with anything, he did save your life after all

>>6391292
>Ray

>Maybe you’ll do some people watching, not like you got anything better to do

>You could ask Ozpin if he needs help with anything, he did save your life after all

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1.
>>6392205
2.
>>6391855

Maybe you’ll do some people watching, not like you got anything better to do. And boy, what a choice you made. Here you were, sitting on a bench at the academy’s central square. First, you learned a new student was let in two years early, that said student then accidentally bumped into no one other than Weiss Schnee. You took a large chunk of your apple, wondering what will happen.

“Are you listening to me?”

“Achoo!”

An all element explosion rippled, leaving both little red and snow white covered in soot. You held your laughter but boy was her freakout hilarious.

“Unbelievable! This is exactly the kind of thing I was talking about!”

Still, it was her fault for shaking the unstable dust…

“I’m really really sorry!”

“Ugh, you complete dolt! What are you even doing here? Aren't you a little young to be attending Beacon? This isn't your ordinary combat school. It's not just sparring and practice, you know! We're here to fight monsters, so... watch where you're going!”

“Hey I said I was sorry, princess!”

“It’s heiress, actually…”

A meek voice interrupted them, a black haired, cat faunus girl in a black and white hanbok said.

“But you shouldn’t have shaken that dust…”

“And just who are you…” Schnee stopped. “Hold on you look… Familiar.”

>You stepped between the two students. “She’s Blake Belladonna, the next sovereigness of Ulimaroa.”
>Chose to not intervene

Anyone? The qst is still active!

>Of course she does. Hard not to notice a Belladonna

>>6396771
I'm goign to assume this is not intervening anon?

>>6396771
Alright I'm jsut gonna assume this is a non-intervening choice and update.

Of course she does. Hard not to notice a Belladonna. You sat back, checked your watch, and watched the rest of the drama unfold. Schnee’s face first scrunched, trying to discern the girl that dared to interrupt her bitchy outburst. Then, an elated surprise that shapeshifted to a plastic smile.

“Ah, Soverigness Belladonna.” Schnee dusted herself from the soot on her shoulders. “How pleasant to see you again.”

“The p—pleasntary is all mine…”

The hooded girl hid behind Belladonna. Schnee’s glare narrowed.

“If you’ll excuse me.”

The Schnee left, leaving little red and Belladonna to be acquainted. You checked your watch, it’s about time you go to the amphitheater too. You hid among the students and listened to his speech. At the locker…

>You walked past a guy “Ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high! Why does this have to happen today?”
>You headed to your locker and retrieved the rest of your equipment

Your custom made belt was metal, with an extended arm that held your gun-scabbard that can be positioned anywhere on the belt.

“So, Pyrrha, have you given any thought to whose team you'd like to be on? I'm sure everyone must be eager to unite with such a strong, well-known individual such as yourself!”

“Hmm... I'm not quite sure. I was planning on letting the chips fall where they may.”
Your secondary weapon was a billy club with an internal wire that you could make anything out of, from grappling hooks, a flail, even to nunchucks, the possibilities were endless. You spun your club in its nunchucks form, picking up the wind so fast your hair danced and the air sang.

“Well... I was thinking maybe we could… Hey watch where you’re spinning that thing! We can’t hear ourselves talk. This isn’t the training room!”

You whipped your nunchuck in your armpits, you lazily turned your head around. It was the Schnee girl and the famous pit fighter, Pyrrha Nikos. Schnee had a point, but man was she annoying about it…

>“The lockerroom isn’t a place to socialize, princess.”
>“There’s other places to talk.”
>“Fair enough.”

>>6397747
>>You walked past a guy “Ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high! Why does this have to happen today?”
>“Fair enough.”

>>6397747
>You walked past a guy “Ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high! Why does this have to happen today?”
Jean?
>“Fair enough.”

>>6397747
>You walked past a guy “Ridiculous! There's no way I put my gear in locker 636 yesterday! I would've remembered having to count that high! Why does this have to happen today?”
>“Fair enough.”

>>6398098
>>6397888
>>6397759

Votes coutned

>>6398098
>>6397888
>>6397759

Votes counted

“Fair enough.”

You swung you nunchucks then clasped them back into the billy club mode then stuffed them into your sheath. The girl behind the Schnee, she glared at you as if you hid a body somewhere. Wrong, a look of accusation but not quite complete. Well… She is technically from Mistral after all. You grinned at the pit fighter.

“I recognize you…” Nikos said.

“Can’t say I recognize you.” You said with a shrug. "Scuse me."

You quickly walked past them and headed to the initiation area.

Your heavy boots echoed against the pristine floor. You clenched your fist, letting the bones crack euphorically. You breathed in the fresh forest air, wondering who would be your new partner and teammate. You’d certainly want someone strong, like that guy in brown armor with a mace, but someone fast like the mohawk man. Most importantly, someone smart. The students turned to see others to their left and right at the pads.

“For years, you have trained to become warriors, and today, your abilities will be evaluated in the Emerald Forest.”

“Now, I'm sure many of you have heard rumors about the assignment of "teams." Well, allow us to put an end to your confusion. Each of you will be given teammates... today.” Goodwitch said.

The students gathered and stood on the strange pad where it faced the forest.

“These teammates will be with you for the rest of your time here at Beacon. So it is in your best interest to be paired with someone with whom you can work well. That being said, the first person you make eye contact with after landing will be your partner for the next four years.”

The red hooded girl gasped. “What!”

“See? I told you-!”

“After you've partnered up, make your way to the northern end of the forest. You will meet opposition along the way. Do not hesitate to destroy everything in your path... or you will die. You will be monitored and graded through the duration of your initiation, but our instructors will not intervene. You will find an abandoned temple at the end of the path containing several relics. Each pair must choose one and return to the top of the cliff. We will regard that item, as well as your standing, and grade you appropriately. Are there any questions?”

“Exactly how are we landing? Are we getting parachutes?”

You laughed. What a jokester.

“No? Good, take your positions.”

After seeing the first student launched, you prepared as well. You met Ozpin’s calm gaze, he silently raised his mug. Then, you were off into the air. The cool air whipped your face as you fell. You focused your aura and shot forth, interrupting your fall, you repeated the process and landed.

“Alright, let’s see where the winds take me.”

You strolled through the forest, until you heard…

>A voice calling for someone. [Ruby Rose]
>A quiet rustle [Blake Belladonna]
>A loud rustle [Weiss Schnee]
>A sound of shotgun shells [Yang Xiao-Long]
>Write-in

>>6400300
>>A voice calling for someone. [Ruby Rose]

>>6400300
>A quiet rustle [Blake Belladonna]

>>6400639
Can change to Ruby. Let's get going.

>>6400639
>>6401427

Votes changed and counted

A voice called out, desperate and hasty. You stopped and waited, hoping that the voice won’t be near you, but you knew the forest had surveilance and if you tried to avoid her you’d be in trouble. The steps were light, quick, hopeful. The rustling came closer and closer, as did the girl’s desperate call for her sister… Yang.

Damn it.

“Yang? Yang where are you!”

You sighed.

This was going to be a painful four year.

“Yang?”

A head popped out, her silver eyes met yours, curiosity turning into dread. She trudged out of the bushes, not in fear but sheepishness. She held her hands behind her as if she had something to hide.

“H—Hello…”

“Hey there, guess we’re stuck together.” You gave an easy going smile. “You were looking for your sister, Yang?”

She nodded. “I was…”

“She can still be part of your team.”

Ruby’s energy brightened with a sure nod. “Right! Maybe we can still have her as a teammate! Come on!”

For someone with short legs, she moved quicker than you thought. You ran past through the field and held your arm out.

“Stop.”

Six grimms stalked the woods, hiding behind the treelines and in the bushes.

>You pulled your nunchucks out
>You placed your hand on the handle of your katana

Roll Amount: 1 (+2) rolls from [Combat Mastery I]
Modifier: +5 from [Combat Mastery I]
Roll: 1d12+8+5
Roll amount: 3

>>6402957
>You pulled your nunchucks out

>>6403000
Don't forget to roll anon

Rolled 3 + 13 (1d12 + 13)

>>6402957
>You pulled your nunchucks out

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>6403021

>>6403193
The highest number and passed the difficulty check, sweet! Will update soon.

You twisted the billy clubs to a nunchuck form. Beowulves were easy to dispatch, the boartusks might be trickier but a grimm in the end. Red eyes glowed like hidden blades glinting in the shadows, you cracked your neck left and right, and lunged. The first beowulf jumped, you sidestepped with ease and whacked the jaw off, sending it flying free like a uncaged bird. You began to slowly bounce on your feet and waited.

“Woah! A nunchuck!”

“Focus!” You sharply chided her.

“Sorry!”

The dance of death began. You kept the momentum of your nunchuck and swung at the precise moments, mashing and pulverizing the grimm cranium. This was so… Boring. Compared to your life in the Mistral underworld, few grimms didn’t really made for an exciting moment. The fight was short and uneventful.

“I got this one!”

Ruby sped past in a red blur, slicing the last boartusk in mid roll, completely negating your setup.

“Whoo!”

You let out a reluctant huff, you were having fun after all, if you really wanted to end the fight you would’ve drew

Choose name
>Black Mamba
>Raiden
>Imugi
>Write-in

Ruby and you walked through the forest longer than you’d like.

“Pull security here, I need to see if we’re getting anywhere near.”

You climbed on top of a tall tree, hopping branch to branch. You saw a sea of leaves as far as you could see. You saw two routes, one that would take considerable time but went around where the dangerous animals might live, the other path was straight through with more creatures or grimms. Either way, grimms might follow. Fast with more danger or slow with less danger.

>Take long route
>Take the straight route

>>6403879
>Black Mamba

>Take the straight route

>>6403984
Vote counted

>Harusa Sakai

>Take the straight route

The quest is still alive, just been busy, sorry folks!

You took the straight route. So far, you weren’t fond of the quiet. The straight path would’ve meant more resistance in exchange for a shorter path. The roots and twines did their best to trip you, and the constant scrunch distracted your hearing. Still, Mistral’s forests were far denser and more mysterious in its path. Everything would’ve been bearable if not for the girl’s continuous talking.

“See, my mom’s weapon Sundered Rose was a really big inspiration for Crescent Rose too, the A66’s spring-loaded mechanism really brings everything together.” Ruby said. “Oh oh, I never got to know your sword’s name!”

“Her name is Black Mamba.”

“Ooh!” Ruby’s eyes sparkled. “How did you come up with that name?”

>”In the honor of a fallen warrior,” though you didn’t mention you knew the warrior personally.
>“It was a breed of snake that nearly killed me.” Though you left out the venom was also used to make combat-stims, one you used time to time in desperate moments.

“Woah, that’s so cool, like straight from a movie!”

A skitter whispered in the treelines. Credit to Ruby, she noticed just as you did, assuming a fighting stance immediately. A scythis, a large bug with bladed forearms, lunged from the trees. You pulled the trigger of your sheathe for a quick-draw, a move where you drew and sliced at the same time. Black Mamba hissed as it launched out of the sheath. Two more lunged, and two became four.

“Hmph…”

You sheathed Black Mamba.

“Ok on your end?”

Ruby nodded with a stack of her own.

“Yep!” She said cheerily.

“Let’s get moving then, I don’t need

The ground trembled, a heavy click approached closer and closer. The trees fell one by one, cut by a Greater Scythis. The taller variant’s mandible snapped. You scratched the back of your neck.

“Eh, nothing I can’t handl—”

A roar ripped across the forest. The ground trembled. A grimm in white scales trampled over the greater scythis and charged ahead. You jumped out of the way, and Ruby used her semblance to dodge.

“Ok… That’s not an easy mark.”

A phanglin, an A class grimm not only due to its size and claws, but its scales. Ornery as a boaratusk, and armored with scales three times as thick.

“This isn’t going to be easy. Ruby…”

>"Go and get to a vantage point, back me up from up there." (high combat roll)
>"We're gunning it, we need an open space to fight it." (medium combat roll)
>"We're going to lose it, we're too much at a disadvantage here and killing grimms is not our mission." (low Agility difficulty roll)

QM Note: Combat roll is primary stat divided by 2 from te modifier, then added into the primary stat. So it will be

8 (agility) + 4 (combat roll)

>>6407539
>"We're gunning it, we need an open space to fight it." (medium combat roll)
You said Grimm are easy, time to show us.

>>6407539
>“It was a breed of snake that nearly killed me.” Though you left out the venom was also used to make combat-stims, one you used time to time in desperate moments.

>>6407539
>>“It was a breed of snake that nearly killed me.” Though you left out the venom was also used to make combat-stims, one you used time to time in desperate moments.
>"We're gunning it, we need an open space to fight it." (medium combat roll)

>>6407917
>>6407563
>>6407562

Votes counted

Medium Combat roll. due to low activity and my busy ass I'll roll it here.

Roll Amount: 1 (+2) rolls from [Combat Mastery I]
Modifier: +5 from [Combat Mastery I]
Roll: 1d12+8+5
Roll amount: 3
Difficulty: 18

>>6409497
Rolling it

Rolled 8 + 13 (1d12 + 13)

>>6409498
Ok I made a mistake on the formatting

Rolled 8 + 13 (1d12 + 13)

>>6409497

"We're gunning it, we need an open space to fight it. We split, I’ll bait it.”"

“Got it.”

You launched at the phangrim, dodging the paw swipe you slashed Black Mamba acrosss the scales lightly, all you needed was to have its attention. Black Mamba screeched against the thick plate as you ran across. The phangrimm snarled, and chased after you. You jumped through roots and bushes on the direction of the ruins, ending up on an open field.

“Alrght, fucker. Let’s rumble.”

The phangrimm lunged, shrieking. You ducked, side stepped, your sneakers skidded the grass as you blocked a heavy paw’s swipe. Ruby jumped by your side.

“We’re doing a concentrated hit.” You cracked your neck. “You distract, I hit, and repeat. Observe.”

The phangrimm’s tongue thrust like a deadly spear, you slid past and hit the same spot again then pivoted. The phangrimm followed you.

“Now!”

“On it!”

The recoil of Ruby’s scythe launched her forward, traveling with the momentum, the scythe struck the side once more. The crack was small, a minute line visible against the white bone plate. The web of crack spread, further and further with each rotation. The deadly dance of blades and claws neared its end.

“Die!”

You sprang forward, thrusting Black Mamba’s fang deep into the center of the crack. The phangrimm howled, thrashing and bucking as you held on. You planted your foot and pushed.

“Hup!”

A black ooze poured from the pierced plate as the phangrimm squirmed one last time before dissipating into a black mist. You sheathed Black Mamba and sighed.

"We did it!" Ruby jumped in cheer.

>"Let's not celebrate just yet, the initiation isn't over."
>“Good work, Ruby.” [+1 Relationship Point]
>"Couldn't have done it without you." You pat her head. [+1 Romance Point]
>Write-in

>>6409657
>“Good work, Ruby.”

>"Couldn't have done it without you." You pat her head. [+1 Romance Point]

>>6409657
Before I make my vote, Id like to get clarity on something. Could we have done it without Ruby?

>>6411021
Yes

>>6409657
>>“Good work, Ruby.” [+1 Relationship Point]

>>6411173
>>6409695

votes counted

“Good work, Ruby.”

Ok, so far so good.

No other beasts or grimms pursued after the phangrimm, the stranger part was, an intense silence followed. Neither birds or small animals skittered in the bushes. Despite the quiet, no larger beasts or grimms attacked.

“Saw anything?”

The leaves softly bounced as Ruby landed from the tall tree. Ruby nodded.

“Yep. We’re half a click away!”

The stalking silence followed you to the ruins. Ruby grabbed the white rook.

“How about a cool castle?”

You shrugged.

“Sure, he said to grab a piece, he didn’t specify what.”

The ground rumbled. You turned to the direction of the crisp snap of the trees tearing apart. You saw two students running for their lives and a giant grimm following after them. The thick trees of Vale forest simply flattened from the grimm’s stampede. Clad in thick bone plate with lithe yet strong build, its sharp claws emerged from the grimm’s paw. First a pangrimm, now a tigris, an alpha from the looks of it…

You drew Black Mamba and charged ahead.

“We’re flanking it! Aura slash!”

“Got it!”

Red and silver aura slashes struck both side of the grimm.

“Watch out!”

From above, a powerful wind swept the forest. An ear splitting caw ripped through the air. From the east, several students fled from the nevermore from above. Before you knew it, you were stuck with

>The nevermore in the ruins
>The tigris

With…

>The blonde and the Belladonna
>The Schnee and Nikos
>A guy in green clothes and pink streak in his hair and ginger with a hammer
>Write-in (recommended & encouraged)

Ruby: [+1 Relationship Point]
[Ruby will remember her first fight with you and feels that maybe you’re a good guy.]

>>6411523
>The nevermore in the ruins
>A guy in green clothes and pink streak in his hair and ginger with a hammer

>>6411523
>>The nevermore in the ruins
>The blonde and the Belladonna

Announcement! I will be reporting to my unit and will be doing in-processing. I'll be out for a week.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

So looks like things are going to get busier in my life since my mos's op tempo is really high, I'll count whichever the dice chooses and continue when there's a breathing room.

1.
>>6411725

2.
>>6413824

Thank you all for playing!