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Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

@Dragonfly 9
Eyo, art's in the eye of the beholder and all, but in this case, it would be good if you got a higher quality piece to represent your character, just so it's visually in line with everyone else. If you don't want to do that though, toss up a textual description of your character. Two-three paragraphs should do it. Right now, a camera shot of a small black-and-white picture doesn't really help in understanding what Zack looks like.

With regards to the in-character response that Papi asked for in the Character Sheet, its function is ultimately to serve as a good sample of writing ability, rather than just dialogue. As such, it would be best if you added in prose between your dialogue, if you wanted to stick with the interviewing thing you have here, or just flatout wrote Zack at his moment of death.

We'll leave the magic stuff after you settle your character stuff.

Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

Will be rolling things out gradually, but...

@Abstract Proxy For Vera's spells, it'd be best if you just specified what Vera herself can currently accomplish with her spells, rather than the entirety of a spell's capabilities and intricacies. For Symbol, the way the magic system here works is that a written spell needs to be completed in whole; you won't be able to later on add an extra bit of script onto a pre-existing written spell to turn it into a trap. For Shield, both spoken and written spells are a one-and-done sort of thing, so you wouldn't be able to pump more magical juice into a Shield that's already completed in order to bolster it enough to block attacks that are tougher than they appeared.

Decibitus

Ya actually did it. Shit.

Of Steel and Hope: An Academy-life

CS Template when?

Of Steel and Hope: An Academy-life

Upsides and downsides like data storms melting the brains eh. I see you, motherfuckerrrrrr.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_{@HereComesTheSnow}

"Sprints?"

A smile graced her lips as Serenity's eyes lead to Gerard's dirt-stained boots. Worn and scuffed up, even more so than before, and in truth, the rest of his attire managed to be in even worse shape, the tears in the seams along the joints making him appear quite...unseemly.

"Your steed will thank you for the early retirement. And I'm out for a meal myself. Eating in Candealn would be unpleasant, given circumstances." She mulled something over, then snapped her fingers. "Care to join me?"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_{@HereComesTheSnow}

Farewells spoken, Serenity finished off the rest of her work in the forge, tapering the point of her spearhead before going over each individual piece of armor one by one, fixing up dents and scratches, polishing it all until it shown, and re-linking what portions of her chainmail needed repair. It was quick work, once she didn't have any conversation to attend to, though she certainly caught the gaze of more than one apprentice as she did so.

It wasn't as if it was all that rare a sight, but she supposed she must still have been an oddity by those whose eyes wandered habitually, to be doing her work without even having gotten herself changed out of her armor fully yet.

The afternoon passed, inviting in the dappled magenta of evening, and Serenity strode through the streets of Aimlenn with all the purposeless poise that a noblewoman could possess. Some of the irritation from the previous day persisted still, enough that solace was better found in relative anonymity than in the same space that both gloryhounds and the pious shared. There would be toasts, no doubt, to the late Sir Rickert, and there would be stories too, to tell, of the mounting of the griffin. She could imagine it already, the boy Lucas jumping up on the tables, riding on Sir Fleuri's back as the Flower wiggled his plumed helmet about. Two buffoons joined as one, clowning about in a gesture of their newfound brotherhood.

Honestly, that'd be funny to see. She'd hate it, but it'd be something to talk about down the line.

Still, the call of the night drew her out further. Lamps cast warm glows, and music flowed from open doors, taverns alive with laborers eager to spend their coinage. Pristine as it was in the morning, Aimlenn was still a city, after all, one where life was peaceful and prosperous enough to enjoy freely. And Serenity herself was dressed for enjoyment. Her flaxen hair was braided for the occasion, a silver ornament tied to the very end, and she sported an indigo tunic to complement her dark green stockings, while her arming sword hung from her leather belt in an embellished scabbard. It was a good night indeed, with Mayon's grace unobstructed by clouds. A night to enjoy oneself, before she began her nightly, knightly training. Another spot of bemusement. She allowed the smile.

Now, what establishment would inspire her patronage today...

"Ah, Gerard."

Average though he may have been, there certainly was no day labourer who looked nearly as disheveled as he, nor one that possessed such a conventionally handsome face, and she approached, sniffing the air once.

"You stink," Serenity spoke flatly. "Been out training til now?"

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

_{@Asuras@Psyker Landshark@Pyromania99@Click This@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist}

That was a neat trick, wasn't it?

Shadows retreated in the presence of purifying light, and this time, Ilena fled with it, dissolving into an amorphous blob of darkness as she slid between the legs and limbs of those that still fought, narrowly dodging through the gaps of the giant's furious strikes. So long as the paladin continued to expel its light so greedily, the shadow-witch had no reason to approach. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the Gorebats, so plump with blood that it was a shame to waste it on mere servants when the lords starved, but she stifled her hunger and instead turned her thoughts within.

Within the black abyss that she had kept her two Exsanguinating Skeeters, Ilena began her profane surgery, stripping away carapaces, refolding wings, weaving together flesh and nerves, and instilling it all with shadow and bone. Flesh was but a weapon. And no matter how bright a light was, without heat it could not sear away a monster.

From the puddle of darkness extended a slim hand, pointing towards the paladin's back as Dragan closed in from the front.

"Dragonfly."

And with the buzzing of six wings designed only to propel one forwards, a spear made of insect flesh bloomed outwards from that extended arm, ready to smash through ancient armor with nothing more than physical force.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Ah, I see why you’re not happy with this.

It’s because you didn’t make him into a beeg lady. ;3

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_{@Psyker Landshark@The Otter}

"As an Order," Serenity spoke up, "the Iron Rose Knights have little in the way of a hierarchy. As such, in the absence of a Knight-Captain, the one responsible for accepting others into the Order is likely to be Paladin Tyaethe. If you'd like to learn her reasoning, Sir Renar, I'm sure she'll be obliged to it."

Though the fact of the matter was that in the eyes of a centuries-old relic of war and blood, shadow and magic, there was likely no discernible difference between Renar and Lucas. All that mattered, after all, was the Knight-Captain, if one took the stories told of the First and Youngest to heart. The Immortal Dragon Slayer, so inundated by the boons of circumstance that she's unmatched in Thaln despite having yet to even leverage the full weight of her talents.

"I find no reason to leave their learning to luck though. What's the point in discussing Lucas's education, if we're not to point out his faults?"

Still, the matter was dropped, forcibly, and as if aiming to stoke her own ire, Renar brought up the topic of Fanilly Danbalion instead, his second remark a naked attempt to toss fuel to the flame. If he was to be so obvious with it though? "If she fancies herself a knight, she ought to redouble her efforts as a swordswoman." Which Serenity would gladly join her in. "And if she fancies herself a Captain, she ought to better her ability to command under duress. Though I reckon that would be hard, if Captain Fanilly continues to be ambushed."

The flaxen-haired knight paused briefly as she leveled her hammer to drive a nail through the socket of her spear and into the wood beneath, then continued.

"But perhaps the Iron Rose Knights are such that all we need to be is individually competent? Certainly, the legends of our predecessors leave behind only anecdotes of singular glory, rather than united efforts." She hefted the spear up once more, though there wasn't room enough to swing it as she wished. "Thoughts, good sirs? Sir Villis, certainly, was just running ahead of the rest, but how did the Paladin and the Knight-Captain function as leaders?"