#vitorofthescaleless

[raging-soul-of-fire]

► - ARM WRESTLE ME

The oni looks him over before sitting down at the table in front of them with enough weight to rattle the table.

"Bold, you are being, Many Eyed One." Ray'je declares before putting her muscular arm on the table. "To honor this, the second time you are being so brazen, I promise to not be ripping your arm off."

[songofsilentechoes]

Shows up wearing a hard hat and with a name tag and label reading 'certified arcane tester'.

"Well, if you're okay with this, Mister Vitor." Noelle says, holding out a small charm.

"I need you to hold this on your person and eat this ice cream with all the force you can muster."

[tacetnix]

@vitorofthescaleless liked this post for a starter! | accepting but slow (oops)

---- The Carian sorceress had seen many an odd sight in her travels. Those who embedded glintstone into their crowns, to peer out from behind eyes like gems, those who had been twisted by the Scarlet Rot...

But this man seemed to have a helm with three sets of eyes. Large enough to have been born before the Shattering, Mary could only imagine what an aged entity like this could be up to. With a weapon that seemed like it could feasibly be used as an arcane focus, she decided to be wary, to follow from afar.

---- Her hypotheses relied upon the ornateness of its armor implying that it was not primarily a frontline combatant, but acknowledged that it was far more heavily armored and armed than most sorcerers. Perhaps it was not unlike the Carian Knighthood; a sorcerer-warrior wielding a trident. It couldn't well be tarnished, now could it?

So, Mary donned the mask of the scarab, and followed from afar, entirely comfortable studying this new creature and its movements, but ready to defend herself if needed.

[paleobird]

🧠

"...I'm still not sure if he's some sort of cult leader..."

[luckyberet]

A Channeler prods her spot in the tree using the blunt end of his trident.

"You're lucky it was me and not one of my fellows that found you up there."

Immediately, she was awake. Peering down below her for anything malicious. Before dawn, it is hard to see, but Vitor's familiar voice is an instant relief.

What a way to wake up, none the less. For a second thinking she might have to prepare for a confrontation, or flee.

Her heart barely had calmed.

"Huh... Am I so easy to spot...?" The leaves weren't as plenty as months before. She was just little out of reach from arms height - mostly for wild animals. " ...I may have not thought about it throughoutly. "

[yellowfingcr]

@vitorofthescaleless said: Inhales, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-:

"That is not! A howl!!"

[jenessa-mercier]

🦊

Send 🦊 for fairly intimidating

I mean, anyone who has actually talked to me OOC or outside tumblr knows I'm a bit intense but I don't intend to come off as intimidating. Granted, most of the Souls haters have moved on so me goin Momma Bear on folks has faded somewhat.

Still, I hope to be more approachable as time goes on!

[maldrontheassassin]

✨✨✨✨✨✨ You always have such fun characters and our interactions are always delightful

send ✨ if you like my writing and feel free to tell me why | ACCEPTING

// aaaaAAA thank you! I try to be fun!! We gotta interact more, I swear. (I gotta interact more with just about everyone dear god)

[crybaby-tarnished]

📜

Fyra, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Vitor, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

[thefirsteldenlord]

🥃

He accepts the shot glass from the man fully adorned in armor. A curious sort, he thought.

Without much thought, he downed the shot. A lovely shot of whisky, he could taste the wooden oak barrel it stayed in.

"Hmm. Where didst thou get this? Taste's only of something that could be found within the cellars of Leyendell?" He asked, glancing at the "crumbs" left with the glass. He wondered if he looked at it within a certain light it would shimmer gold.

Serosh huffed, reminding Godfrey of the game they were playing.

"Right." He put down the shot glass. He glances at Serosh behind his back.

"Serosh has been my companion for so long that I remember less of the times when we were not. I am not quite sure how we became friends." Serosh grunted. "Right, a truce of peace was made between my men and the beast men. Thou then watched me battle Placidussax." Serosh reacted to Godfrey's words with a chuff.

"I still remember Serosh just climbing on my back, perching himself comfortably on top. I felt a calmness in my blood, and we went home."

[songofsilentechoes]

“That should be doable.” Noelle says, looking over his diagrams. “I admit that I’m more familiar with artifice, as it’s most similar to the traditions I was taught, but there are resources we can tap into for weaving, too. ‘When in doubt, consult an expert’. Your crystal sorcery is a mystery to me, too, so I look forward to observing the process.” Her enthusiasm was almost like a student, herself.

“I think you’re right. While some materials could be easily sourced here, I think Asova might have a broader supply of materials. That opens up a lot more options for what we might want to try. There’s a door to the Chasm in this city, too.”

A few days later, a short figure in a hooded cloak asks around the city administration offices for a 'Mister Vitor'. A clerk puts a memo of this on Vitor's workspace.

'Mister Vitor' receives the memo and after completing a lengthy cataloguing process, heads out to the general lobby of the great city hall to find his visitor. His appearance is far more subdued than usual, the long ragged hair tied back into a ponytail, the six-eyes strangely absent, and a surprisingly normal face in his usual place. The six-eyed visage replaced by a simple two, albeit on the larger side, eyes with grey irises, almost devoid of color give him a sharp gaze, but they are hidden behind a pair of dull gold framed glasses.

The only odd thing about his face is the rather tall 'forehead', but its shape is concealed with carefully placed grey hair hanging loose, framing the whole façade. His blue and gold trimmed armor replaced with a plain dark blue suit, though with gold colored trimming along the lapels, but even this is a duller shine. All together, the outfit while professional seems tailored to bringing as little attention to himself as possible-simply an old man working a desk job.

After some minutes wandering the lobby, he awaits by the entrance hoping to meet his friend.

[raging-soul-of-fire]

There is an audible grunting in the distance as a crystalline portal crackles along the beach. The many-eyed one returns dragging a large parcel wrapped in burlap and secured with several leather bands to protect it in transit, seemingly rendered useless as he struggles to drag it through the sand.

The oni looks up, summoning her cleaver in a gout of flame when the crystaline portal appears, but she relaxes, stabbing it back into the sand when she recognizes him.

"You have returned, Many Eyed One. I greet you as guest to mine domain."

[songofsilentechoes]

"What about a magical replication of the apartment, specifically built to house the Poros but with a gate linking it to your current apartment?"

"I suppose, but that still means I've essentially doubled the size of my apartment. And they'd want to spend time around me, since they like to herd."

Maybe she was being a bad housemate, but she didn't feel the need to bend over backwards to be accommodating to them when they just invited themselves into her private space.

[paleobird]

Normal!

[tacetnix]

---- "...They're like that." She says, glancing back towards the astrologer's helm with an understanding, but unsympathetic look in her eyes. "If I was not studying to follow in the footsteps of Hierodas... I would not be out here... nor go as I pleased. The Scholars wish to outlast the Shattering. I..." She looks off to the distance, towards the southeast.

"I aim to use the war. There is so much more than we can find, now that the Golden Order's veil has been flayed back... But..." She has to pause, sipping at a flask on the hip. "Horticulture is a good pursuit as well. Avoid Caelid, has been the fruit of my labors abroad."

Internally, Mary was imagining the many mushrooms that grew in the surrounding area, and, to his credit, the other five she could think about would be pleasant surprises for him.

"A pleasure, Mary." He nodded before retrieving his journal and quill once more. He squat down examining a few more mushroom samples before returning with a blue one to match her specimen. He gave a light bite, narrowed his eyes, then nodded before making another note.

"Adventures in mycology, or more precisely, horticultural mycology." He paused, then shrugged.

"Mushroom farming. Inglamorous but when the academy won't give you admittance without hostility, finding ways to sustain one's self out in the wild is paramount. So far I've found at least 20 varieties that will make my face go numb, and approximately... 7 that won't."

[luckyberet]

👀👀👀(Six-Eyes)

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Her focus seemed unfaltering. From word to word, from row to row, from page to page she followed the chapters deeper and deeper to the subject. Hoarding all she could - as if it was to be taken from her.

But eventually, her gaze lift from behind the crystallized book. Blinking at the six eyes directed towards her. In any other circumstances, it would have been a frightening sight, yet, there were few features - almost minor details she quickly picked to recognize the silent channeler as Vitor.

Even though, she had fallen deep into learning - she has no hesitation to place her ribbon between the pages and close the book. Her eyes staring into the middle pair.

" Is something wrong? I haven't made noise - I swear."