Crimson Paladin

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

??? - Mosslit Cavern

The good news is that they found the exit. The bad news was that said exit sat a cliff side, with only a hazardous-looking path down.

The mouth of the cave gave a decent view of the area, and it'd be a mistake not to make use of it. The former pilot looked out over the scenery, looking for any potential signs of civilization, such as smoke, buildings, or clearings. He also looked down, scanning the more immediate area outside for any evidence of beasts or other possible dangers. After all, they had been dropped into this world blind, and had no idea what they might run into out here.

Javal's falling ability could potentially come in handy in getting out of here, but it'd be very foolish to risk his newly regained life on an informed ability that he hadn't ever made use of before. For now, it'd be best to tackle this obstacle in a safer, more mundane way.

"We'd better be careful, one at a time," he advised as he very carefully exited the cave, making his way down the path, hoping that the boots he had been reincarnated in would have good enough traction.

@PKMNB0Y@Crusader Lord@Thunder999999@Crimson Paladin@Expendable

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

??? - ???

Fortunately, there seemed to be no trap. The elf pried the chest open without trouble, revealing a flute, seemingly carved from stone. What a strange object to be found in this cave, he thought. What could it be used for?

The knight stepped forward and took the flute, remarking on its possible use, being either something very important or at least of some worth.

"Sounds right," he spoke up. "Why else would someone put it in a chest if it wasn't of some worth or value? I say it's definitely worth taking with us. Just...try and be careful with it."

He was a bit curious as to how the status window would record items. Would it now appear in the knight's inventory? And what would the status window list it as? Could the window reveal anything about the flute, or would it merely give us the knowledge that we already know about it?

They could worry about it later. With the mystery of the chest solved, it'd be wise to get out of here.

"I'm ready to go, but we might as well take this with us," he spoke, picking up the pelt in the chest. "I don't seem to have anything resembling currency, but we might be able to barter this for something."

@Expendable@Thunder999999@Crusader Lord

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

This should prove to be quite the challenge, he thought. Even with half of Erion's knights sitting the battle out, they still outnumbered the Roses, and their uniform appearance suggested to him that they were accustomed to fighting in formations. They weren't even being challenged to actually defeat the knights, just get within striking distance of the Last Prince of Talderia.

The strength of the Talderian knights was their uniformity. The strength of the Roses would have to be their variety.

With the smoke and confusion of the witch's bombardment and Rolan's alchemical mixture, it would be up to the line-breakers- Renar, Gerard, Fionn, and himself- to crash against the enemy's ranks.

Renar commanded Fleuri to support him at the front, with Fionn and Gerard supporting them. He wordlessly nodded beneath his helmet, and took up his position. He charged forward, sword raised. Fionn circled around Renar, creating a wedge formation, and demonstrating a new trick- a spell to enhance his longsword into a greatsword. Quite a useful trick, Fleuri thought. Being able to enhance or alter one's weapon in such a manner opened up many new possibilities in combat.

He swung his sword at the first Talderian in his way, striking from outside the range of their own one-handed sword but consequently not having a lot of force behind the attack. It was no matter- his intention was to keep them on the defensive for just a moment. As he advanced, he spun around, picking up more momentum so when his greatsword came swinging around, it would hit with much more force against a now-closer foe.

Instead the blow was intercepted by the shield of the next-nearest Talderian, taking the brunt of a strike and leaving their companion open to counterattack the Iron Rose. Before coming to this world, Fleuri might be able to deflect the blow. But after training with Florian, after facing so many foes as recalled by the Mirror Knight, he found himself instead deflecting and attacking in the same movement, catching the foe's blade on his hilt as his blade was rotated and swung towards his foe.

These warriors were indeed formidable in their cooperative formation fighting, and it'd mean that he'd be having to fight multiple foes at once throughout this battle. And while Fleuri would probably never be able to take on two knights at once quite like as Florian could, he was nonetheless confident in what the Mirror Knight had taught him.

Suddenly, Renar commanded them to follow his lead and get out of the way. He didn't take a moment to look at why they were being told to do it- this was a time for action, and even a moment's hesitation could be disastrous. Besides, for all of his bad blood with Renar, he trusted the man on the battlefield. He moved in Renar's direction, only then realizing the exact meaning of his words- to give the witch a clear shot for a spell.

The moment Renar would resume his attack, Fleuri would appear at his side, striking at any that were unbalanced by the polearm blows.

@Psyker Landshark@The Otter @HereComesTheSnow

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

??? - ???

"It looks like there's no tripwires or pressure plates," the dragoon remarked.

Javal carefully approached the chest along the same path as the knight, halberd in hand. With his free hand, he took a clump of moss and used it to illuminate the chest, allowing him to more carefully examine it from every side, looking for any wires or potential trigger mechanisms attached to the exterior of the container. He also took a closer look at the indentations, trying to assess the exact sort of hazard they might pose. Would arrows fly from them? Would spears emerge from them?

The chest had a lock, but he could see a few options. He or the knight could probably smash the chest open, although the elf mage seemed apprehensive about trying anything like that. Perhaps it'd be better to leave this room and keep their eyes out for a key, rather that fixate on it. After all, they had no idea where they were or what other hazards lurked in this cavern.

"If there is a trap, it could be triggered by opening the lid," he remarked, as he looked over it.

If he was back on Earth, this is what they'd consider at the airports to be a suspicious package.

@Thunder999999@Expendable@Crusader Lord

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

??? - ???

The elf was right, this arrangement looked an awful lot like a trap. Arrows, spears, darts, something would probably emerge from those indentations on the wall if they approached the chest. There could be tripwires, or there could be pressure plates, or perhaps opening the chest might trigger it.

Even if they got to the chest, there was no guarantee that there'd be anything inside of it.

The elves were discussing possible ways to try and trip it. One was suggesting firing ice at it, the other believed that it might damage the chest.

"Would it be possible for you to shoot ice with less force?" Javal asked the ice mage. "If need be, I could prod for triggers from a distance with my weapon. And if I am interpreting my skill correctly, I might be able to jump over the traps, but that wouldn't help if the chest has a trigger or a trap of its own."

A cave might not be the best place to put his skill to the test for the first time- he might bump his head on the celling or a stalactite.

"What about you?" he asked the knight. "Do you have a skill or ability that might help us here?"

@Thunder999999@Expendable@Crusader Lord

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

??? - ???

It appeared the others also had been caught in the plane crash. Assuming this was all real, that implied that potentially hundreds of people, both crew and passengers, might been reborn here in new bodies. Or maybe just these four were chosen- they'd have to investigate further.

In the event of a disaster, the crew was trained to take charge. Unfortunately, there was really no way to actually identify the rest of them without them saying it. And Javal was quite hesitant to say anything, lest they might place the (statistically not inaccurate) blame on the pilots for the abrupt end of their lives, and he couldn't blame them if they did. However, he definitely would be keeping an eye out for any reincarnated that might be former crew.

"There's no need to quarrel. I am familiar with the term and the meaning of it," Javal chimed in. "Perhaps it is a bit weird to describe it as our current situation, but...it certainly looks likes it describes the situation well." He had been a casual imbiber of anime and games prior to his death (in hindsight, though, perhaps he should've spent more time on flight sims and less time on JRPGs), and the premise as described by the elf wasn't wholly unfamiliar to him.

"I agree with the knight, through, we should find our way out of here. We'd better be very careful, though."

As he started to follow the knight, he turned back to the second elf-looking fellow. "To answer your question, when I awoke, a HUD appeared in front of me, displaying statuses, inventory, and other important information about the new me. I presume you have one too?" Curious, it sounded like they couldn't see each other's screens. A shame it didn't have a compass or some other indicator of direction.

If this was indeed a dream, this should comfirm or debunk it. If these twisting passages somehow managed to remain consistent when he wasn't looking at them, it'd be another solid piece of evidence that this was somehow real.

@Thunder999999@Expendable@Crusader Lord

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Javal

The last thing he could remember played over and over in his head. An explosion. Loss of control. An utter worst-case scenario for an airliner. Hopeless attempts to regain control and stay in the air. A catastrophe the likes of which he had never experienced in all his time in a cockpit. The captain had stepped out a few minutes prior, leaving him alone at the controls when the disaster struck. For all his attempts to regain control, it was all futile- it went further and further down, plummeted into the ground, and then...water struck his face as he found himself on the ground, his face wet. Strange, it wasn't a water landing. Voices, then the feeling of trying to awaken him.

Was it just a dream? A pilot's nightmare of being caught in a terrible airline disaster? If only, but this wasn't his bed, and being awakened by being splashed with water was hardly normal. There were other voices beside him, protests at being splashed. And...was he still wearing a headset? Could he still be dreaming?

Surely this couldn't be the aftermath of the crash. At the speed and angle they hit the ground there was no way it was survivable, and even if it was, he definitely shouldn't feel so...intact. No pain, no numbness of lack of sensation in his limbs, not even any real discomfort aside from the water in his face.

As he opened his eyes and sat up, it was clear this was no crash site. The armored figure over him didn't look like any paramedic or emergency worker he had ever seen. The attire on him was not his uniform. The headgear upon him, it was not his headset. And the screen in front of him was not an airplane's heads-up-display.

Either he had died and gone to...wherever people go when they die, or he was currently dozing at the controls, and in either case his life was well and truly screwed.

He said nothing as he sat up, trying to ignore the status screen which followed where he looked. It looked like a cavern, and there were several others with him. The armored knight, and what appeared to be two...elves? This was neither a crash site nor a hospital. The knight and elves, the glowing fungi, it all looked like inside of a game. And the display, this status screen, it looked just like the menu of a game.

Finally looking over the status screen, he saw it provided a good deal of information. It gave a name- Javal- stats, an inventory consisting of armor and a halberd, and race, listed as "human". Indeed, the outfit he was wearing was armor and a halberd laid next to him.

Huh, it looks like I'm a Dragoon, he surmised as he took a look at his helmet (which, curiously, was not evidently projecting the screen) over his inventory, stats, and the description of the "trajectory control" skill on his status screen. This person before me must be some variety of knight. He had played enough games to be familiar with these archetype. Fitting, in a way, that the crashed pilot become an expert at falling...

As he looked over it, the realization finally dawned on him...in all his life, when dreaming he had never been able to read as cohesively as he was now. The text on the status screen made sense, and it didn't change when he eyes turned away and then back. This right here was something he had never been able to do in a dream.

But if he was dead...where were the passengers and rest of the crew? Be it afterlife or reincarnation, was he still responsible for the passengers' safety? In the very least, after his failure to save the plane, he certainly owed it to them.

Being reminded him of his duties was enough to get him up on his feet, and, with some trouble, figure out how to close the "status window".

"What's going on? Where are we? How did I get here?" he asked the knight.

@Crusader Lord@Thunder999999@Expendable

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Expert at Falling

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal is haunted by feelings of guilt and failure of the plane crash. He had been at the yoke when the plane went down, and while he isn't truly sure if he could've averted the crash as well as a more experienced pilot could have, he feels responsible nonetheless. The path forward for &is obvious- if the rest of the crew and passengers came to this world, it was his duty to find and aid them. If not, he still felt obliged to do some good in this world, in hopes of atoning for the hundreds of lives that had been lost from the crash.
  
  For now, he has shed his old name for a new one, to go with his new face. If he were to meet up with any of the crew- a task easier said than done considering they also probably had new bodies- perhaps he could reveal himself, but the passengers might prove forgiving if they knew of his unwitting role in bringing them here.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college, went to flight school, spent several years as a flight instructor, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as an airline pilot.
  
  Then, while serving as the First Officer of a long-haul flight, something went terribly, terribly wrong. The plane crashed, with no survivors, in an accident that would no doubt make headlines worldwide. He knew when it was going down that they weren't going to live through it. All he could do was give a few last words to the flight recorder before impact.
• Level: 1
• Stats:
  
  • STR: 3
  • DEX: 1
  • MAG: 1
  • DEF: 2
  • RES: 1
  • AGI: 3
  • LCK: 1
• Skills:
  
  • Skill Name:Trajectory Control
  • Skill Description:When in mid-air, Javal can adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he jumps or plummets.
• Other: Anything else of note? Put it here.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Here's my CS submission

Dragoon

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal is haunted by feelings of guilt and failure of the plane crash. He had been at the yoke when the plane went down, and while he isn't truly sure if he could've averted the crash as well as a more experienced pilot could have, he feels responsible nonetheless. The path forward for &is obvious- if the rest of the crew and passengers came to this world, it was his duty to find and aid them. If not, he still felt obliged to do some good in this world, in hopes of atoning for the hundreds of lives that had been lost from the crash.
  
  For now, he has shed his old name for a new one, to go with his new face. If he were to meet up with any of the crew- a task easier said than done considering they also probably had new bodies- perhaps he could reveal himself, but the passengers might prove forgiving if they knew of his unwitting role in bringing them here.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college, went to flight school, spent several years as a flight instructor, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as an airline pilot.
  
  Then, while serving as the First Officer of a long-haul flight, something went terribly, terribly wrong. The plane crashed, with no survivors, in an accident that would no doubt make headlines worldwide. He knew when it was going down that they weren't going to live through it. All he could do was give a few last words to the flight recorder before impact.
• Level: 1
• Stats:
  
  • STR: 3
  • DEX: 1
  • MAG: 1
  • DEF: 2
  • RES: 1
  • AGI: 3
  • LCK: 1
• Skills:
  
  • Skill Name:Trajectory Control
  • Skill Description:When in mid-air, Javal can adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he jumps or plummets.
• Other: Anything else of note? Put it here.

The Long Afternoon of the Mojave (A Fallout Roleplay)

Sentinel Irving, Sunset Sarsaparilla Headquarters, Outer Vegas

The Sentinel and his escorts trudged along, their T-51b power armor cutting a very conspicuous figure in the Mojave. It was uncommon for the Brotherhood to travel this close to New Vegas fully armed and armored, but thus far this section of the old city had remained out of the NCR's hands. The Green encroached on this region from both Camp McCarran and the Vault 22 epicenter, so few would be willing to come here, except for those poor fools seeking out rumors of the supposed "treasure" of the Star Bottle Caps.

The Brotherhood's consensus was that the "treasure" was nothing more than a pre-war promotion to convince children to waste their allowance on Sunset Sasparilla, and the "treasure" was probably something like a foam cowboy hat or a sticker shaped like a soda bottle. With no expectation of finding any worthwhile tech in the headquarters, the Brotherhood of Steel had ignored the ruin. Today, however, it would be a meeting place precisely because nobody should stumble across it.

This was a risky assignment, to travel with such a small entourage so close to the city to make contact with one of the Three Families on supposedly neutral territory. However, the Sentinel did not like to take chances, and accompanying him and his guards- both of whom were loyalists that accompanied him from back west- was a single Duraframe Eyebot, its sensors providing the HUDs of their power armor with beyond-visual range warning of any contacts. As a further precaution, a lone knight was hidden on the nearby hill with a sniper rifle, attempting to keep watch for any movement in the thick overgrowth.

As they arrived in the boardroom, the first thing that the Sentinel noticed was that the woman who greeted them was an Omerta, not a White Glove like the masked fellow who had ushered them here. This in itself was a very interesting development- the letter only gave evidence of the involvement of one of the Three Families- the Omertas' involvement meant that this involved two of House's three subordinate tribes.

"No more trouble than usual. Pleased to meet you, Omerta," Irving replied, shaking her hand with the robotic hand of his armor, very carefully as to not inflict any injuries. "I am Derek Irving, Sentinel of the Brotherhood of Steel. I must say, I was not aware that at least two of the Three Families would be involved in this meeting," he remarked, glancing at the masked concierge.

He gestured for one of his bodyguards to stand guard outside with the Eyebot. "Forgive me for not sitting down, but I don't believe the chairs were made for the weight of power armor."

@Andronicus23