FujiwaraPhoenix

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

@Decker126: It's fine, save for the lack of any facial description (because you said antlike, I literally cannot see him as anything but a bipedal antman). Accepted once a face... Exists.

@Savo: Looks fine to me. Accepted.
(Protip: The past tip of 'slay' is 'slain'.)

Anyhow, I'm writing up a first post now. Spent too much time playing BnS with friends because of an update and rip.

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@NiceScourge: Well... We're probably starting tonight, if that counts? It'll be open a while after, more likely than not.

@Decker126: Alright, no worries.

@Rin: I mean... Just take into account the limitations of magic and you should be good to go, honestly.

From Barren Shores: A Fantasy Survival RP

@Zapdos: Good on your intuition, except... Not really. Combat will exist, but it's not the centerpiece. With the limits I imposed on magic, it's harder to let mages just... Do everything at once, I guess. The fighting is also more a byproduct of circumstances; a world filled with fighting up until recently isn't going to let it go just like that.
Also... Fear not the giant with the big stick, but the man with the open mind.
Don't think, just do. I'll find a way for everyone to have their place, even if you aren't going to be tossing blows out at the enemy.

Oh shoot, I forgot a person with the reminder flags.
@Savo, you're still a WIP, right?

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@Hayazo: Yeah, you're fine now. Accepted.

And that's another person in! Okay!

Assuuione (A Multiverse RP)- Open for Business!

Ah... Damn, I really hate to do this, but...

I think it's time to just let the RP sleep. Though I'd have liked it to go on a bit longer... With only three left now, I think I'll be closing the curtains on this one.

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@Hayazo: My issue is more with the fact that she decided to make the snap decision to just kill the offender, but fair's fair.

The problem I have with waterwalking is that it also limits my ability to set up scenarios for the RPers. It had the possibility of limiting what I can do without trivializing stuff, so it's problematic.

Well, when you said 'control' I assumed something along the lines of firing off the fire like bullets at something, tbh. Fire is fire, after all, and even if the bullets don't kill something, the residual fire, smoke, and chaos might.
Fire fists is okay though.

Edit: Oh, shoot. Forgot Zapdos.
Look, humans can be just as useful because they have the wonders of technology. Don't worry about not being strong enough, because everyone will have something to contribute.
Hopefully.

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@Hayazo: Well, that was fast. Let me see here...

Well, like I said to jiwon before, the problem that I see here is an overloaded set of abilities. Farming, hand-to-hand combat experience, magic in the form of foxfire, water walking, a physical body strength buff, and the know-how to ferment sake... Rolling all that into one package is still kinda... Yeah. It's a lot. Water walking and foxfire... Those two things are probably my biggest worries, since... Well, water walking is pretty bs and a small fire when we already have multiple people who can and need to use it (the elf and the alchemist) is kind of... Well, adding it on for the sake of it. The body strengthening makes sense if she's a farmer, in a way, and I have no problems with a somewhat-capable beans of self-defense, but those two are... No go for me.

Next...

"Deaths in such duels are very rare, and the kitsune have a very strong sense of honor, so the terms of the duels are usually upheld."
and
"So, at the first opening, Yukine snapped the man's neck. She was pretty upset about having killed another person, but Ayato consoled her, and it wasn't the last time she killed to defend her home."
combined with her personality seems... Off. Maybe it's just the short period of time that was covered, but I also think that not becoming jaded to killing others (as a farmer and starting at age 14, no less!) is kind of... Yeah. I would think that with the culture you've laid out for the nation and the emphasis you've put on duels here, death by combat would be a far less common occurrence than the profile implies.

Just my two cents for now. Discussion is fine.

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Uh huh. Can't wait to kick this off.

So... yeah. More likely than not, I'll try starting this... Tomorrow... Evening, I guess?

People left who haven't finished, here's a flag!
@Rin@Decker126@Zapdos@Tojin@Sabotage@Hayazo
You still have time for now.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Tiral nodded at Marianne awkwardly as she half-chided him for using the word 'madam' towards her. Damned if he understood any of that mess of titles and whatnot, but it hadn't managed to get him into hot water as of yet. Tossing out whatever seemed right for the situation had somehow always worked out for him, so... No problems there, right?

Turning to face Sir Ian (who was... actually somewhat injured, worryingly enough), Tiral's gaze flicked between him, Marianne, and the bandits who were cowering on the ground. It hadn't taken long for the remaining bandits to be routed and forced near the center of the camp, which would at least mean that if there was any time to be doing what he was planning, it would be now.

"Thank you for your assistance. Please, just hold out a while as I prepare," he stated as Marianne lent the wounded soldier her support. Well, it wasn't quite 'holding out' as much as it was 'finishing the job', but who cared about semantics at a time like this?

Rushing over to the fallen tree, Tiral took a deep breath and steeled himself. The magical energy that remained in his body would... Hopefully be enough to complete the job, but it would more likely than not knock him right out for a good while.

"Too late for second thoughts now..." he grumbled, drawing the dagger from its hiding spot once more before beginning to chant.

"O, moon; though your light shines not upon this battlefield, the men grow weary in the wake of the sun. Smoldering embers, remnants of a battle neither won nor lost. And, above all else, the darkest sky that lights up even the coldest of nights. Heed my call.
The waters of life, from which all beings come forth; without it, we may die as we may live. With the strength of the rivers that so calmly flow through these lands, and with the chill that pervades those lonely mountaintops...
Entomb this burning waste in ice, and grant us safe passage forward!"

With a controlled breath, Tiral quickly braced himself and plunged his dagger--and his hand--into the blazing log before him. The reaction was almost immediate; a quick-forming frost began to spread out across the log (however slowly at first) before beginning to encroach upon the rest of the obstacle. The flames that fought back were quickly extinguished by what seemed to be a burst of water out of nowhere, and before long bush of the flames had been quelled.

During the entire spectacle, though, Tiral struggled to stay conscious as the ice began to crawl up his weapon. Though the dagger wouldn't break from something so trivial, he needed to retain contact so long as the spell was still in action. The toll it was taking on his body wasn't a small one by any means, and by now he was struggling to stay conscious as the magic ate away at his reserves.

"...Ah, damn. Harder than I thought... But this should be over soon enough."

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@General Scales: Seems good to me. Accepted.

We'll probably be waiting another day or two for all the people who are still making forms.