Eisenhorn

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

Hah, I'm just dicking around on lower difficulties atm, seeing how unkillable I can make my Corrin. General with Aegis, Bulwark, Renewal, Hoshidan Unity, Quixotic. Its entertaining, personally, if not remotely viable in Lunatic.

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

@vancexentan Job well done there.

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

Ansgar roared, riding hard into the fray the moment that the call was sounded. He had his steel lance leveled eagerly at the first man he could reach, impaling the poor bastard with little effort and slamming the impaled man into the ground, throwing him off the lance. He could hear the fact that two men had gotten wounded, but that was lost in the dim blood haze that had addled his mind. Right now, he was in the thick of the fighting, thrusting and swinging his lance at the nearest in reach. The Paladin struck with experience and superior equipment, throwing his enemies aside like dolls, while he found the one noble facing off against a pair of Hoshidan Spear Fighters. It was aggravating, their reaches similar and the two defending each other readily from the Cavaliers assaults. That would not do, not at all, and a hard, short charge forced the two back and apart, apart long enough to impale the one Spear Fighter, leaving him pinned to the ground by the lance. Ansgar pulled it clear, a narrow miss cutting a gash in his cheek. Rather than recoil in pain, it drove him on, fueled him, and he roared his defiance into the shocked Hoshidan's face before it was smashed in by a vicious lance strike.

"FOR THE SLAUGHTER!" Ansgar screamed his rage and defiance into the wind, lashing out at anything within reach with his Lance, the blood fury carrying him out of formation slowly, though his speed and mounted position kept him alive more so than anything else. He thrust and swung the Lance about, spotting oncoming Oni Savages and drew his iron sword, fighting them as eagerly, finding himself at the edge of the Cavalier formation, continuing his raging against any Hoshidan in weapon's reach. Might as well give the other cavaliers and Paladin something to talk about later, after all.

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

@vancexentan I am about to post, was at work all day tbh and only just got home.

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Well, made my post in the meantime.

Warhammer 40k: The Chaos Incursion

Ansgar would have, if it were not for the mask, helmet, and other protective gear he wore in the relative safety of the Inquisitor's ship, pinched the brow of his nose or some such similar gesture. Sure, his question was going unanswered and, with it, his only attempt to at least get them to stop bickering for a few moments. The Inquisitor's warning would not be hollow, the lot of them should readily realize that things would not end nicely for them should they keep going. But, they were digging their own graves at this point, and the servitor would likely push things well and truly over the edge. Of course, what the Krieger was not ready for was the unusual flashbang that was thrown into the room. He thanked the Emperor on the Holy Throne of Terra that he was wearing his full combat ensemble and was relatively unphased by the weapon employed to incapacitate the retinue outside of him. Part of him wanted to react like they were under hostile assault, but the sane part of his brain prevailed, informing him this was likely on the orders of the Inquisitor.

Sure enough, ships forces moved in after the others were incapacitated, utterly ignoring the existence of the Death Korp Grenadier as they went about dragging, rather unceremoniously, each of the others out to Emperor knows where. Well, none of his business really, their utter inability to cooperate pretty much brought that onto themselves. He quietly watched the whole action maneuvering the two psykers and mercenary out of the briefing room, quietly waiting for them all to leave before stepping out of the room and pausing, giving the Inquisitor a swift salute, dropping it after its return, glancing in the direction of where the retinue had been drug off to, their quarters by the looks of things. That was certainly one way to handle things, to be frank, he would have honestly expected summary executions for the lot of them for that kind of conduct on board an Inquisitorial vessel. Well, if there had been a formal Commissariat presence on board at least. He supposed the Inquisitor had a reason for merely incapacitating them. A frag would have not downed him either, but would have been messier and more damaging he supposed.

"Ma'am, Celestian. If I recognized that ordinance, they are going to likely have splitting headaches when they come to. Request if there is any new information that would require additional briefing?" Leave it to a Krieger who just witnessed an infighting retinue getting incapacitated and drug off to merely ask about the mission at hand like nothing happened. He stood at ease, formally at ease at any rate, simply waiting for a response to what was going on in the given situation that required the sudden presence of the Inquisitor and Celestian on the bridge. Granted, if it was on a need to know basis, then he would not press. Operational security and all that, Ansgar understood it far better than one might suspect. Tell the wrong person about a tunnel being dug, and counter mining operations will suddenly be frighteningly more effective, as a rather humble example. He had hinted at his past as an Engineer prior to Grenadier, but he suspected the Inquisitor had access to anything that the Grey Knights, by extension the Ordos Malleus unknowningly to Ansgar, hadn't struck from his records already.

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

Not the longest post I've made, but kind of wanted to get something out for when we reach that fateful clash of wills.

Fire Emblem Fates - The Ocean's Silent Waves

"I'll take that bet, hell, I bet I'll score more Hoshidan slaughtered than you, my timid friend."

Ansgar was not stupid enough to tip of Prince Leo, that would not end well for all parties involved. After all, getting his desire to charge headlong into battle sidelined by one of the Nohrian royalty would not do at all. All bets aside, he was stuck waiting for the order to charge. And as desperately as he wanted it to come sooner, he couldn't just off and rush into a battle alone. That wouldn't even be a last stand, he'd be dead before he got close. And without slaying at least one other person, that would not do at all! He did tease the old cavalier that had made the comment on him getting felled by an arrow in the first volley. Not like he would go down that easily to a single arrow, he would not ever go that quietly into the night.

Darkhallow

Ansgar Staudinger

Name: Ansgar Staudinger

Age: 121

Gender: Male

Class/Faction: White Council Wizard

Background:
Ansgar Staudinger was just another in the lineage of germanic wizards from the Stuadinger family, and in fact would inherit the position of being the seventh son of a seventh son, something that was increasingly rare in the modern world as that in depth of family planning became less and less common. His father was eager to raise the boy to be a powerful terramancer that would put the family lineage to shame at the sheer aptitude that he would no doubt show for the art. However, the naked flame attracted the boy far more than the pebbles and rocks did, showing a natural aptitude to the point that it was easier for his family, not having the prodigal successor they desired, to send him to apprentice with a White Council member instead of raise the boy themselves. Unlike the strict, regimented nature of his family, his master was a more free flowing, free form woman who would guide him along another path, one that would better suit a wielder of flames.

Such a lifestyle, however, as he eventually would become a full fledged wizard and strike out on his own, would not serve Ansgar well during the troubles leading up to the first World War, as the mundane world would call it. His position in the council was as a field agent, his early dabblings in Holomancy at that point providing him the means to be subtle and slip into areas that others could not, making him valued in infiltration and subtle work, the pyromancy there to protect himself should everything not go according to plan. However, the World War would require a new approach, holomancy useful for concealing and altering enemy reports on force movements, the pyromancy utilized for clearing out dens of Black Magic and other unspeakable abominations unearthed during the War, things that the Laws of Magic did not apply to, and as such could bear the full brunt of a pyromancers wrath.

By the second World War, Ansgar was a seasoned, if callous and world weary, agent of the White Council. Whether it was infiltrating compounds and preventing the revelation of things that should not be to the Axis powers, or Allies as need be, as well as opposing the Fae and vampiric Courts in their own machinations that would harm the Council's interests during the second World War. Of course, living through both wars was hardly the easiest thing to do, especially with the extra burden of abiding by the Laws of Magic during his efforts, and it was a trying time indeed for Ansgar.

Personality:
Ansgar is a man with a dark, yet often times realistic, outlook upon the happenings about him. Pragmatic to almost a fault, one would figure the pyromancer for being as frank and clear as the flames he weaves. And, he will play into that role when it suits him and will benefit his activities and actions, hiding a cunning and subversive nature that, much like gravity and magnetic forces, could catch unaware off guard. He tends to keep his plans and beliefs to himself, operating on the subtle and in the back ground in his current years, having grown out of his more youthful hard charging ways. Quiet and introspective when not pressed on a matter, he is nigh on impossible to anger, but should his anger rise, it will burn long and bright, the trespasser likely never to know forgiveness from the pyromancer.

Magic Type(s):
Pyromancy - Something normally considered the domain of the Wardens of the White Council, due to its purifying effect on Black Magic and its pervasive corrupting effect on the world, the art of wielding fire is both, at a glance, basic knoweldge yet takes a great deal of effort to master properly. Wielding flames without burning oneself or their focus, raising barriers of fire, increasing the heat in an area to incapacitate assailants without killing them, creating a warmth to stave off the cold for a night, a little imagination goes a long way with such an old art in the fields of magic.

Holomancy - Finding a need for more subtle misdirection, Ansgar began diving into the art of Holomancy, utilizing the ability to control the flow of light waves to either hide himself, those he wished hidden, or cast away the illusions hiding others or even create false forces to throw off enemy plans, when they suspect far greater numbers than are actually available. Specifically, he utilized Holomancy during the first World War to survive and aid in protecting White Council missions against those that looked to gain greatly from the war.

Equipment:
Ironwood Staff - Inheritance from his father when he first started training and practicing as a Wizard, it was carved from the branch of a white ironwood tree during Staudinger's father's travels throughout Africa, seeking out the greatest secrets of manipulating the elements from any practitioners about the world. The branch was refined down to a staff befitting the tall stature of the Staudinger lineage, well over six feet in height, covered in archaic scrawl from the Germanic tribes. Each generation that wields the weapon has, whether by choice or incident, consecrated the ironwood staff with their own blood, empowering the connection of each generation to their lineage of magic, although the pure white of the staff never stains, merely seeming to absorb the crimson hues with ease. An ancient heirloom, to be sure.

Modified Webley Mk. VI Revolver - His uncle, married into the Staudinger family and a British officer during the first World War, gave his nephew his old Mk. VI revolver which, despite the magical tech bane that most wizards are, would operate despite the fact. Most likely due to the relatively fool proof mechanism in a revolver, and one that allowed Ansgar to not have to worry about violating the First Law of Magic, by carrying an alternate form of self defense. Modified to fire .45 ACP as the supply for .455 Webley dwindled a fair deal after the war. Other than his staff, it is one of Ansgar's favored items and something of a mockery from other 'proper' wizards.

Circle Pendent - A perfect circle of silver with a centered emerald in the middle, worn as an amulet under his preferred attire most times, only openly worn when performing official duties of the White Council, the circle gives him something to mentally center himself during times of turmoil, or whenever he finds it appropriate to meditate. While it does give him a reference for forming larger circles when necessary, it does not, in and of itself, provide any sort of purpose as a focus, rather, storing a prepared barrier spell, repelling projectiles with reversed gravity when Ansgar has a chance to activate it with an activation phrase, so fast moving objects or unseen attacks have no problem with the defense.

Other:

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Darkhallow

Alright, got him banged out finally.

CS

Name: Ansgar Staudinger

Age: 121

Gender: Male

Class/Faction: White Council Wizard

Background:
Ansgar Staudinger was just another in the lineage of germanic wizards from the Stuadinger family, and in fact would inherit the position of being the seventh son of a seventh son, something that was increasingly rare in the modern world as that in depth of family planning became less and less common. His father was eager to raise the boy to be a powerful terramancer that would put the family lineage to shame at the sheer aptitude that he would no doubt show for the art. However, the naked flame attracted the boy far more than the pebbles and rocks did, showing a natural aptitude to the point that it was easier for his family, not having the prodigal successor they desired, to send him to apprentice with a White Council member instead of raise the boy themselves. Unlike the strict, regimented nature of his family, his master was a more free flowing, free form woman who would guide him along another path, one that would better suit a wielder of flames.

Such a lifestyle, however, as he eventually would become a full fledged wizard and strike out on his own, would not serve Ansgar well during the troubles leading up to the first World War, as the mundane world would call it. His position in the council was as a field agent, his early dabblings in Holomancy at that point providing him the means to be subtle and slip into areas that others could not, making him valued in infiltration and subtle work, the pyromancy there to protect himself should everything not go according to plan. However, the World War would require a new approach, holomancy useful for concealing and altering enemy reports on force movements, the pyromancy utilized for clearing out dens of Black Magic and other unspeakable abominations unearthed during the War, things that the Laws of Magic did not apply to, and as such could bear the full brunt of a pyromancers wrath.

By the second World War, Ansgar was a seasoned, if callous and world weary, agent of the White Council. Whether it was infiltrating compounds and preventing the revelation of things that should not be to the Axis powers, or Allies as need be, as well as opposing the Fae and vampiric Courts in their own machinations that would harm the Council's interests during the second World War. Of course, living through both wars was hardly the easiest thing to do, especially with the extra burden of abiding by the Laws of Magic during his efforts, and it was a trying time indeed for Ansgar.

Personality:
Ansgar is a man with a dark, yet often times realistic, outlook upon the happenings about him. Pragmatic to almost a fault, one would figure the pyromancer for being as frank and clear as the flames he weaves. And, he will play into that role when it suits him and will benefit his activities and actions, hiding a cunning and subversive nature that, much like gravity and magnetic forces, could catch unaware off guard. He tends to keep his plans and beliefs to himself, operating on the subtle and in the back ground in his current years, having grown out of his more youthful hard charging ways. Quiet and introspective when not pressed on a matter, he is nigh on impossible to anger, but should his anger rise, it will burn long and bright, the trespasser likely never to know forgiveness from the pyromancer.

Magic Type(s):
Pyromancy - Something normally considered the domain of the Wardens of the White Council, due to its purifying effect on Black Magic and its pervasive corrupting effect on the world, the art of wielding fire is both, at a glance, basic knoweldge yet takes a great deal of effort to master properly. Wielding flames without burning oneself or their focus, raising barriers of fire, increasing the heat in an area to incapacitate assailants without killing them, creating a warmth to stave off the cold for a night, a little imagination goes a long way with such an old art in the fields of magic.

Holomancy - Finding a need for more subtle misdirection, Ansgar began diving into the art of Holomancy, utilizing the ability to control the flow of light waves to either hide himself, those he wished hidden, or cast away the illusions hiding others or even create false forces to throw off enemy plans, when they suspect far greater numbers than are actually available. Specifically, he utilized Holomancy during the first World War to survive and aid in protecting White Council missions against those that looked to gain greatly from the war.

Equipment:
Ironwood Staff - Inheritance from his father when he first started training and practicing as a Wizard, it was carved from the branch of a white ironwood tree during Staudinger's father's travels throughout Africa, seeking out the greatest secrets of manipulating the elements from any practitioners about the world. The branch was refined down to a staff befitting the tall stature of the Staudinger lineage, well over six feet in height, covered in archaic scrawl from the Germanic tribes. Each generation that wields the weapon has, whether by choice or incident, consecrated the ironwood staff with their own blood, empowering the connection of each generation to their lineage of magic, although the pure white of the staff never stains, merely seeming to absorb the crimson hues with ease. An ancient heirloom, to be sure.

Modified Webley Mk. VI Revolver - His uncle, married into the Staudinger family and a British officer during the first World War, gave his nephew his old Mk. VI revolver which, despite the magical tech bane that most wizards are, would operate despite the fact. Most likely due to the relatively fool proof mechanism in a revolver, and one that allowed Ansgar to not have to worry about violating the First Law of Magic, by carrying an alternate form of self defense. Modified to fire .45 ACP as the supply for .455 Webley dwindled a fair deal after the war. Other than his staff, it is one of Ansgar's favored items and something of a mockery from other 'proper' wizards.

Circle Pendent - A perfect circle of silver with a centered emerald in the middle, worn as an amulet under his preferred attire most times, only openly worn when performing official duties of the White Council, the circle gives him something to mentally center himself during times of turmoil, or whenever he finds it appropriate to meditate. While it does give him a reference for forming larger circles when necessary, it does not, in and of itself, provide any sort of purpose as a focus, rather, storing a prepared barrier spell, repelling projectiles with reversed gravity when Ansgar has a chance to activate it with an activation phrase, so fast moving objects or unseen attacks have no problem with the defense.

Other:

Appearance