Could Trump's hair be the artifact we are looking for?
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Terra Breaker
@Cuccoruler@ACHTUNG
After all that happening, all of the girls finally gathered around somewhere in peace. Out of eyes and ears of the public. After all, it was completely foolish to just... start a discussion about demons in public. Not that the actual people in this day and age would even care; they would probably think they were just a bunch of young girls playing pretend with some fancy outfits, and throwing fancy words around like it was some sort of tabletop roleplay. Live roleplaying out in the fields wasn't exactly rare after all. Even if some members of the public would throw them a look or two, they could loudly exclaim they would defeat a demon lord in some cafe and no one would bat an eye. Refuge in audacity as they say.
No, it was those demons wearing the skins of humans that they had to worry about. With the plethora of demons coming through these days, Terra wouldn't exactly be surprised if a portion of the 'normal' people were actually demons in disguise.
But now... she was listening to some spiel about having artifacts that could be used to defeat demon lords. That sounded... awfully convenient. Where were these magical people that had wielded the previous artifacts? What happened to them, that they did not pass on the knowledge to others? But even more troubling...
Terra pushed herself off the small wall she was leaning against, moving from the back of the group to the front.
"Where did you find out about this?" Terra asked. This sort of information coming from nowhere was suspect at best. "But if we're looking for artifacts, why can't we wield the artifacts of ages past against the new Demon Lord? There isn't anything significant that truly stands out in this day and age."
"If I may... I'd like to know why everyone here seems to be adamant at murdering said demon lord... So much so that you're willing to search the world for an artifact to do it with... I'm sorry that I'm a pessimist about this but if said objects are as random as you said then without knowing where to look, searching for it would take an inordinate amount of time..."
"You..." Terra's eyes narrowed as a look of barely concealed disgust came upon her face. "What the hell are you even doing here for? It is the Demon Lord we are talking about! THE DEMON LORD! The whole source of these idiots invading our world! Why don't you just go crawl back to your hole and close your eyes and ears while demons burn down the world around you!"
She was almost shouting by the end of the sentence, as she suddenly realized something.
"Wait, who the hell are you!?"
Terra had never seen this person before, not even during the fighting. And here was a sudden bandaged person just standing in their midst like it was normal.
@Cuccoruler@ACHTUNG
After all that happening, all of the girls finally gathered around somewhere in peace. Out of eyes and ears of the public. After all, it was completely foolish to just... start a discussion about demons in public. Not that the actual people in this day and age would even care; they would probably think they were just a bunch of young girls playing pretend with some fancy outfits, and throwing fancy words around like it was some sort of tabletop roleplay. Live roleplaying out in the fields wasn't exactly rare after all. Even if some members of the public would throw them a look or two, they could loudly exclaim they would defeat a demon lord in some cafe and no one would bat an eye. Refuge in audacity as they say.
No, it was those demons wearing the skins of humans that they had to worry about. With the plethora of demons coming through these days, Terra wouldn't exactly be surprised if a portion of the 'normal' people were actually demons in disguise.
But now... she was listening to some spiel about having artifacts that could be used to defeat demon lords. That sounded... awfully convenient. Where were these magical people that had wielded the previous artifacts? What happened to them, that they did not pass on the knowledge to others? But even more troubling...
Terra pushed herself off the small wall she was leaning against, moving from the back of the group to the front.
"Where did you find out about this?" Terra asked. This sort of information coming from nowhere was suspect at best. "But if we're looking for artifacts, why can't we wield the artifacts of ages past against the new Demon Lord? There isn't anything significant that truly stands out in this day and age."
"If I may... I'd like to know why everyone here seems to be adamant at murdering said demon lord... So much so that you're willing to search the world for an artifact to do it with... I'm sorry that I'm a pessimist about this but if said objects are as random as you said then without knowing where to look, searching for it would take an inordinate amount of time..."
"You..." Terra's eyes narrowed as a look of barely concealed disgust came upon her face. "What the hell are you even doing here for? It is the Demon Lord we are talking about! THE DEMON LORD! The whole source of these idiots invading our world! Why don't you just go crawl back to your hole and close your eyes and ears while demons burn down the world around you!"
She was almost shouting by the end of the sentence, as she suddenly realized something.
"Wait, who the hell are you!?"
Terra had never seen this person before, not even during the fighting. And here was a sudden bandaged person just standing in their midst like it was normal.
Oh im still here. Not sure what to do now though.
I finally finished my post and edited that into my last post in the IC. Just so people know. ^^;
Hope this is not too bad. ;w;
Name:
Aylea Coldstone
Age:
56
Race:
High Elf
Physical Description:
Tall, lean and muscular, her build was fitting for one who travels the world. She usually wears a warm dark green cloak over her armor and clothing, hiding her features as well with the hood on the cloak. It was not as much for hiding as it is for travelling, so it is made from rather thick material enough to repel the elements.
Personality:
An elf through and through, she acts aloof most of the time, though it was less 'I do not like people and abhors contact with them' but more towards 'I don't really know how to handle people'. Tries to remain as logical as possible under any situation, preferring to have a lot more information before judging anything. Of course, this may come off as being indecisive to some people, as she is loathe to make a decision on the spot without knowing more about any given situation.
Background:
Having been born and raised in Quel'thalas, she, of course, learned of archery, magic and swordfighting from an early age. However, she is far more interested in travelling, learning about new things, and new sights rather than the more martial arts or casting magic. She grew up and was assigned as a ranger, patrolling through the forests and roads to dissuade bandits and the likes from attacking anyone travelling those roads. The wilderness was no stranger to her, and she learned a great deal during her travels.
She became a competent archer and ranger, being fast with her hands and faster yet with her hands, though those that managed to lock swords with her often found out to their surprise that she was far better with a sword and shield than she was with just a bow.
Having been relatively relatively close to the city when it fell, she had fled immediately, using her speed to reach as many outposts, settlements and villages to warn them before the undead reached them.
Name:
Aylea Coldstone
Age:
56
Race:
High Elf
Physical Description:
Tall, lean and muscular, her build was fitting for one who travels the world. She usually wears a warm dark green cloak over her armor and clothing, hiding her features as well with the hood on the cloak. It was not as much for hiding as it is for travelling, so it is made from rather thick material enough to repel the elements.
Personality:
An elf through and through, she acts aloof most of the time, though it was less 'I do not like people and abhors contact with them' but more towards 'I don't really know how to handle people'. Tries to remain as logical as possible under any situation, preferring to have a lot more information before judging anything. Of course, this may come off as being indecisive to some people, as she is loathe to make a decision on the spot without knowing more about any given situation.
Background:
Having been born and raised in Quel'thalas, she, of course, learned of archery, magic and swordfighting from an early age. However, she is far more interested in travelling, learning about new things, and new sights rather than the more martial arts or casting magic. She grew up and was assigned as a ranger, patrolling through the forests and roads to dissuade bandits and the likes from attacking anyone travelling those roads. The wilderness was no stranger to her, and she learned a great deal during her travels.
She became a competent archer and ranger, being fast with her hands and faster yet with her hands, though those that managed to lock swords with her often found out to their surprise that she was far better with a sword and shield than she was with just a bow.
Having been relatively relatively close to the city when it fell, she had fled immediately, using her speed to reach as many outposts, settlements and villages to warn them before the undead reached them.
Veronica Vivant Velasquez de Flaga
"So, woman, is it you who have summoned me? Or is there another Magus hiding in this room somewhere?"
A woman. A woman had answered her call. From all the heroes of all the legends, she had summoned a woman, though which woman it was and from which legend was unknown to her. A beautiful woman, of golden hair and golden eyes. There was no heroes that comes to mind immediately from that description. Her parameters was acceptable, but surely a Servant that she, Veronica, had summoned would be grand and powerful in other ways.
"..I understand..." Veronica puffed up and stood to her full height. "I understand what you are thinking. You are thinking,'Surely this resplendent, most beautiful and intelligent master could not have been the one to summon me'. However, that is not true. For I, Veronica Vivant Velasquez de Flaga, the most beautiful, talented, and most amazing mage in this war is the one who had summoned you! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~!!"
Calming herself down slightly, but still wearing that proud look upon her face, she swept her arm in a grand gesture. "Now, Servant! Tell me of your Class and Name! Tell me of your legends that we may claim Victory and the Grail!"
Saber
“Very well, Saber. During the night we can choose to battle, but during the day I would rather keep fighting to a minimum. We magi are people of the night. Fighting during the day isn’t really our specialty. But I assure you that your battle can begin soon. During the night, I leave the choices of battle to you. Decide how to fight on your own and I will support you to the best of my ability.”
"Understood, Master. I shall stay my blade, until such a time it is needed."
“You may raise your head. I accept you as my Servant in this war, Saber. I suppose that means our pact is made. Together we shall find victory, mark my words,”
Balyn raised her head, before finally standing up. "Thank you, Master."
Seeing as she wasn't really needed at the moment, Balyn dematerialized. Her master... Well, her master was no King Arthur, as King Arthur would just send Balyn off on a quest, with just his blessing on the matter. Then again, she had never served under a mage before. Her Master seemed like a proud young girl, though more pleasant and cheerful.
However... Even knowing of Balyn's name, and her legend(hopefully), Master was content with letting Balyn act on her own. She could not tell whether it was naivety, or confidence that allowed her to do that. After all, Balyn was sure she wasn't famous for making the best of decisions. But, if that was her Master, her Liege decided, then it shall be so. May her decisions be correct, and her luck unfettered by the Sword she bears.
“Though I may have some matters to attend to as a Magus, if you have any sort of questions feel free to speak with me.”
Balyn hesitated for a moment, before finally speaking. "Then Master, if I may be so rude, what is Master's wish? What is so important, that Master is willing to walk over the prayers of others to offer theirs to the Grail?"
"So, woman, is it you who have summoned me? Or is there another Magus hiding in this room somewhere?"
A woman. A woman had answered her call. From all the heroes of all the legends, she had summoned a woman, though which woman it was and from which legend was unknown to her. A beautiful woman, of golden hair and golden eyes. There was no heroes that comes to mind immediately from that description. Her parameters was acceptable, but surely a Servant that she, Veronica, had summoned would be grand and powerful in other ways.
"..I understand..." Veronica puffed up and stood to her full height. "I understand what you are thinking. You are thinking,'Surely this resplendent, most beautiful and intelligent master could not have been the one to summon me'. However, that is not true. For I, Veronica Vivant Velasquez de Flaga, the most beautiful, talented, and most amazing mage in this war is the one who had summoned you! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO~!!"
Calming herself down slightly, but still wearing that proud look upon her face, she swept her arm in a grand gesture. "Now, Servant! Tell me of your Class and Name! Tell me of your legends that we may claim Victory and the Grail!"
Saber
“Very well, Saber. During the night we can choose to battle, but during the day I would rather keep fighting to a minimum. We magi are people of the night. Fighting during the day isn’t really our specialty. But I assure you that your battle can begin soon. During the night, I leave the choices of battle to you. Decide how to fight on your own and I will support you to the best of my ability.”
"Understood, Master. I shall stay my blade, until such a time it is needed."
“You may raise your head. I accept you as my Servant in this war, Saber. I suppose that means our pact is made. Together we shall find victory, mark my words,”
Balyn raised her head, before finally standing up. "Thank you, Master."
Seeing as she wasn't really needed at the moment, Balyn dematerialized. Her master... Well, her master was no King Arthur, as King Arthur would just send Balyn off on a quest, with just his blessing on the matter. Then again, she had never served under a mage before. Her Master seemed like a proud young girl, though more pleasant and cheerful.
However... Even knowing of Balyn's name, and her legend(hopefully), Master was content with letting Balyn act on her own. She could not tell whether it was naivety, or confidence that allowed her to do that. After all, Balyn was sure she wasn't famous for making the best of decisions. But, if that was her Master, her Liege decided, then it shall be so. May her decisions be correct, and her luck unfettered by the Sword she bears.
“Though I may have some matters to attend to as a Magus, if you have any sort of questions feel free to speak with me.”
Balyn hesitated for a moment, before finally speaking. "Then Master, if I may be so rude, what is Master's wish? What is so important, that Master is willing to walk over the prayers of others to offer theirs to the Grail?"
Ahaha, i only know of the things in the game, though it has been a long time since i played it.
EDIT: I think I got it. Ill make a ranger sort of character, kinda like uh... Strider from Lord of the Rings.
EDIT: I think I got it. Ill make a ranger sort of character, kinda like uh... Strider from Lord of the Rings.
Quel'thalas huh? I'll look over it. May have to revamp this sheet.
-ignore pls. RPG derped again.
Im just waiting for people to post so...
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