Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26545936-20170701033731

(Alright, there are two options to start this RP, either Island's Eye or Helping Hands. I'll give the start-up for each and whoever responds accordingly to whichever first makes it so that is what the RP we're doing.)

(Island's Eye)

It... had truly been a fun experience, even if it did in the end costed her very lively hood in the real world. Alas, it didn't really matter anyways, now did it? The world had gone to shit and she was born to one such corporation that 'gently' guided its end. Now... It getting to it's last minutes, should she do it as soon as she was logged out of the game or perhaps a bit later?

Her in-game avatar sighed from its massive maw and all of its eyestalks closed, truly fun it was... If only if it could go on to her very end.

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"Wait... WHAT?!" Juile was confused from the fact that she was still in the game... and then even more so when her voice decided to to take on a more gravely, guttural shift... It was still her's but ''changed. ''Her eyestalks flailed wildly around in panic as the location around the beholder was no no-longer a cliff overlooking a beach, but a forest, at night... Were those bamboos? Was this some kind of Japan look-like in the game? It was based off of Norse so it couldn't be, right? Was someone out to get her? To kill her? She couldn't let that happen, she must defend herself at all costs! Kill those that plo- Juile's massive eye blinked in surpurise... Where did those thoughts come from? Shaking her body, she did happen to note a building off in the distance. Quest-giver perhaps? Or maybe a inn, though she was no architecture, she knew this was western-style buildings. She decided it didn't much matter and slowly bobbed towards the building, mildly-creeped out that she didn't mind seeing from the literal back of her head. Whatever the case as she tried flying towards the house, she had found out she neither no access to her console, the chat, or GM call. Actually now that she thought about it, she could smell things, Yggdrasil didn't have those features at all, why did everything feel so real?!

She had (finally) reach the steps to the building, and became quite apparent that she was far too massive to even fit in the house, much less the door. However she did have a plan... Yes, she thought, that could work.

One of her many eyestalks reared up and then shot a dull blue light at her, and then her form shifted to that of a women with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Blue robes covering her body.

'So, that still works, nice.' In any case she stumbled up to the door and knocked lightly to what she thought was the door.

(The character, http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:K%27eth,_Undercover_Agent/Beholder_Friend_(Last_Yggdrasil_OC..._I_promise.) )

(Helping Hands and Co.)

"Hmm? Were... the servers pushed back or something?" Wiliam muttered under his breath as he lazily looked out from this throne...

Wait a second. The undead werewolf placed a rotting claw over his bony muzzle. "What... the hell? Facial movement? They didn't... whats going on?!" A surge of panic rushed through him as he frantically tried to open his console but to no avail.

"Packlord? Is something wrong?!" A feminine voice spoke to him and he turned to face it from his throne, a girl with white hair and blue eyes clad in what some would describe as 'cleric' gear hesitantly walked up to him, a curious expression of worry on her features.

'What the FUCK?!' His panic at this point had reached its maximum and then a sudden calming of emotions as a green aura filtered through him.

The girl walked up to him and placed a single hand on his claw, while whispering. "You know, if you just wanted to hunt you can go whenever you like Packlord~" He responded with a curious glance of his own and a raised eyebrow.

"N-no thanks, Thordine... Gather the other two and bring them here." W-would that work? It wasn't a specficed comma-

"Of course, I shall return with grace!" And with that, Thordine sprinted off to get these 'other' two. Leaving Wiliam with his calm, yet disorganized thoughts.

'Well I can safely assume not a error, or a patch, I would have been logged out, which also kicks out the reasoning of a ''sudden dropping of Yggdrasil 2! ''So that only leaves, dream, hallucination, I'm dead, or this has suddenly become real! The third honestly sounds the most likely to me at this point. By the way, I can smell, I smelled her and I'm still smelling her... Yggdrasil definitely did not have that... Suddenly becoming real a increasing popular choice?'

His thoughts had interrupted when Thordine entered the throne 'room' along with two other individuals. A extremely pale-skinned women with red eyes and a large beetle-like humanoid clad in robes and gripping a staff tightly in its left hand.

"Enzoth Dryvien reporting for duty Packlord!" A harsh voice betrayed the beauty of the pale-skinned women clad in somewhat excessive armor.

"The advisor, Catastrop, stands waiting for command." A thousand voices rang into one underneath the hood of the being known as Catastrop.

"And of course, Thordine Blightclaw, what would you have us do Packlord?" Thordine's eyes twinkle in loyal determination towards her alpha!

'Well... this is certianly out there for a dream, so I give it props if it is.' Wiliam shook his head and focused his gaze on all of his creations, before centering on Catastrop.

"Something has more then likely happened, investigate the area out of the cave with your divination magic."

Almost instantly a response, "As the Packlord wishes." The eyes underneath the hood started to glow a yellow light.

Wiliam sighed silently and looked at the two others who looked back at him with expectant looks. "Uhhh... you two... d-did good today? You can... go back to your posts now?" The two females nodded but he swore he heard both of them squee in happiness.

A few seconds pass and he gets off of the throne, stretching his rotting limbs and head. He felt certainly heavier unlike when he thought was in the game, but it was still somehow bearable... How strange. "Catastrop... A-any progress?"

"Yes, scans indicate that we are no longer in a desert, but over-looking a canyon, the rocks appear to have been heavily damaged by water over time, but no sources are seen..."

Catastrop's tone had no change, but Wiliam could almost tell that the insect was dumbfounded. Anyways, "Wait what? The base moved!?"

Again, no tone change. "Yes it appears over-rank magic might be the case as to our current prediciment, but even I am unsure."

"Set, the base to maximum defense, I shall see this for myself."

"Of course Packlord, do you wish for Enzoth to accompany you?"

Wiliam blinked and slowly nodded, "Sure, sure, send her my way."

"As the Packlord wishes."

With that the undead werewolf started walking out of his cavern, his base into potential future.

( The character, the stats for his servants has a link in the comment section http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:K%27eth,_Undercover_Agent/Undying_Packmaster_(Yggdrasil_OC) )

(Alright, to clear some things up, Island's Eye is in Zipangu, and Helping Hands and Co. in the Order Continent, if you wish to use my characters in any of your future/present schemes go right ahead, this is probably going to be very sandbox based, so any sense of story would be plenty helpful in my regard. Don't really care about power-level of your character, mine are already considered broken by most sane individuals. Just don't break things... too badly, please.) 