Here was my thinking Marianne would find someone's being cut in two disturbing.
Oh, she would, but during combat she can ignore/push that out of her mind.
EDIT: I actually have something planned for her after the fight.
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Oh, she would, but during combat she can ignore/push that out of her mind.
EDIT: I actually have something planned for her after the fight.
Marianne was more than uncomfortable listening to the playful banter between Dame Sult and Sir Garrett, for whatever reason she couldn't tell at the moment. She figured it to be the inappropriate nature of their conversation between what should have been proper and honorable Knights, but felt there was more to her discomfort than that. Sadly, she couldn't pick up on the finer points of their words and thought no more of it. Apparently Knights that hailed from foreign lands were surprisingly different from the Knights birthed by her family line, as she was learning rather quickly. Here she sat on her steed, thinking that she would instantly bond with and get along with each Knight when that was far from the truth. Even still, she wouldn't let this new knowledge deter her.
Breaking her gaze from the two, she looked ahead and returned to reality just in time to see their Captain rushing ahead to the aid of a wounded civilian. Or, so it seemed. Instantly, there was something about the situation felt off and wrong to her. This was a known dangerous area. What was a civilian doing out here in these thick woods? She thought to shout to stop her beloved Captain but was too late as her senses screamed at her to move. It all happened in flurry as it became quickly apparent that the bandits had set and sprung a trap. By the time Sir Garrett had bellowed at her to dismount, Marianne had already beaten him to the punch and gracefully swung her legs over to slip off her steed. Striking the creature to dismiss it, Marianne's mind set into 'battle mode' as she sprinted straight for her Captain to defend her. The bandits would try to take advantage of the ensuing chaos to maximum their effective damage.
"Do not allow your mind to fall into chaos in combat. Set simple goals and achieve them, little by little. That is the key to victory."
Marianne recalled her mentors saying to her.
Her first goal was to ensure the safety of her superior commanding officer. Secondly, take notice the location and presence of each allied force. Third, retaliate against enemy forces with overwhelming ferocity to secure the safety of her comrades. Fourth, assess the situation and consider the fight following after the fight. With one quick scan of the area, Marianne took mental note of her fellow Knights as she knelt next to Dame Julianna and Captain Fanilly. Nocking her arrows, any movement or noise that was not deemed or recognized as friendly was met with a swift shot from her bow. Unceasing and unrelenting in her assault as she refused to halt her arrows' flight until every bandit was dropped. Well trained in speed shooting, that was not to say her shots lacked strength as she kept consistent form. Her arrows quietly whipping and whizzing through the air. The drawstring of her bow constantly thumping and vibrating with a regular tempo and rhythm.
"Full length draw. Tighten your back muscles. Let your arrow fly through your fingers. Maintain proper form."
Marianne mentally repeated to herself, over and over as her eyes flitted from target to potential target. Making sure not to fire too close at allies or take risky shots.
Shouting over the din, she voiced to all who could hear her thoughts, "Be wary of a secondary trap! This may be a diversion for the true threat!"
Breaking her gaze from the two, she looked ahead and returned to reality just in time to see their Captain rushing ahead to the aid of a wounded civilian. Or, so it seemed. Instantly, there was something about the situation felt off and wrong to her. This was a known dangerous area. What was a civilian doing out here in these thick woods? She thought to shout to stop her beloved Captain but was too late as her senses screamed at her to move. It all happened in flurry as it became quickly apparent that the bandits had set and sprung a trap. By the time Sir Garrett had bellowed at her to dismount, Marianne had already beaten him to the punch and gracefully swung her legs over to slip off her steed. Striking the creature to dismiss it, Marianne's mind set into 'battle mode' as she sprinted straight for her Captain to defend her. The bandits would try to take advantage of the ensuing chaos to maximum their effective damage.
"Do not allow your mind to fall into chaos in combat. Set simple goals and achieve them, little by little. That is the key to victory."
Marianne recalled her mentors saying to her.
Her first goal was to ensure the safety of her superior commanding officer. Secondly, take notice the location and presence of each allied force. Third, retaliate against enemy forces with overwhelming ferocity to secure the safety of her comrades. Fourth, assess the situation and consider the fight following after the fight. With one quick scan of the area, Marianne took mental note of her fellow Knights as she knelt next to Dame Julianna and Captain Fanilly. Nocking her arrows, any movement or noise that was not deemed or recognized as friendly was met with a swift shot from her bow. Unceasing and unrelenting in her assault as she refused to halt her arrows' flight until every bandit was dropped. Well trained in speed shooting, that was not to say her shots lacked strength as she kept consistent form. Her arrows quietly whipping and whizzing through the air. The drawstring of her bow constantly thumping and vibrating with a regular tempo and rhythm.
"Full length draw. Tighten your back muscles. Let your arrow fly through your fingers. Maintain proper form."
Marianne mentally repeated to herself, over and over as her eyes flitted from target to potential target. Making sure not to fire too close at allies or take risky shots.
Shouting over the din, she voiced to all who could hear her thoughts, "Be wary of a secondary trap! This may be a diversion for the true threat!"
-Rubs hands together- Ooh boy, action.
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Can't wait to make Sult bullshit there's a sacred naked dancing Reonite ritual. :P
Sult is an anagram for Lust, anyway XD
That may become a problem.
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For pinning her duties and slack off on the fight bandits thing. Maybe.
Marianne and Sult are going to get along swimmingly.
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Sparky is the next best option if Mountain Hunk is unavailable to do the fighty part while Sult admires...dat ass.
Or that's the plan, anyway.
Gods, Marianne needs to stay away from Sult but she won't be able to for a number of reason.
EDIT: How do you mean, 'next best option' for what?
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Sult is err... LSD? Drives everyone bonkers.
I instantly love Sult.
Partly for the potential character interactions.
Partly for the potential ensuing insanity.
@VitaVitaAr - I realized I didn't add the details of Marianne's two spells. Do you mind if I edit the CS once again to clarify their ability? I'll let you know once I'm done and you could look over them to see if they are balanced enough.
Marianne's cheeks flushed bright red when the Holy Immortal retorted as she did, her voice catching in her throat as she was clearly flustered and embarrassed. While she didn't completely disagree with the notion of one earning their title and requiring to live up to their name, she wholeheartedly believed that the higher powers of the Iron Roses knew what they were doing by adhering to time-honored tradition. It wasn't simply for show, it worked for all these years had it not? Regardless if Captain Fanilly was deserving of her rank, it was still her rank nonetheless and she had thought they all should show respect of that rank if not the person. Eyes looking to Dame Julianna and Dame Katrina, it was clear that not everyone felt the same way as she.
Choosing to return to silence, Marianne cleared her throat and regained her composure. Her cheeks returning to their fair tone as she continued to ride alongside her comrades. Her tutors had warned her of such people. Of ones with a queer way of thinking that seemed alien and confusing to her. A dangerous way of thought that invited chaotic changes and differing views and perspectives. Not that there was anything inherently wrong with such thinking, but why alter and adjust what has worked for quite some time? Nothing was broken, so what was there to attempt to fix? Marianne couldn't understand it, but resigned herself to continue scanning ahead for potential enemy forces. She would be lying if she didn't admit that their brief exchange upset her, but she was more so bothered by the fact that some of her so-called comrades possibly saw her a fool now. She regretted speaking up, as difficult as it was to withhold her voice. In a feeble attempt to distract herself, she drew two more arrows from her belt quiver for a total of three in hand. Positioning them in between her fingers, ready to engage multiple targets should they show themselves.
Softly sighing, her eyes wandered over to hulking knight Sir Garrett. More successfully distracting herself with the massive, brutish, and gruesome appearing equipment he carried on his person. How any average man could use such weaponry effectively on the battlefield was beyond her. Then again, Sir Garrett appeared to be beyond an average man if his size was any indication. Now lost in thought, she wondered if it were possible Sir Garrett had something akin to giant's blood within his veins. She wondered what his diet consisted of. She would have to ask him later if it were possible, insanely curious. There weren't very many men of his stature from where Marianne was raised. Infact, other than this first excursion, none of them truly knew each other aside from their connection to their Captain. She'd like to get to know all of the other Knights and have proper introductions very soon.
Choosing to return to silence, Marianne cleared her throat and regained her composure. Her cheeks returning to their fair tone as she continued to ride alongside her comrades. Her tutors had warned her of such people. Of ones with a queer way of thinking that seemed alien and confusing to her. A dangerous way of thought that invited chaotic changes and differing views and perspectives. Not that there was anything inherently wrong with such thinking, but why alter and adjust what has worked for quite some time? Nothing was broken, so what was there to attempt to fix? Marianne couldn't understand it, but resigned herself to continue scanning ahead for potential enemy forces. She would be lying if she didn't admit that their brief exchange upset her, but she was more so bothered by the fact that some of her so-called comrades possibly saw her a fool now. She regretted speaking up, as difficult as it was to withhold her voice. In a feeble attempt to distract herself, she drew two more arrows from her belt quiver for a total of three in hand. Positioning them in between her fingers, ready to engage multiple targets should they show themselves.
Softly sighing, her eyes wandered over to hulking knight Sir Garrett. More successfully distracting herself with the massive, brutish, and gruesome appearing equipment he carried on his person. How any average man could use such weaponry effectively on the battlefield was beyond her. Then again, Sir Garrett appeared to be beyond an average man if his size was any indication. Now lost in thought, she wondered if it were possible Sir Garrett had something akin to giant's blood within his veins. She wondered what his diet consisted of. She would have to ask him later if it were possible, insanely curious. There weren't very many men of his stature from where Marianne was raised. Infact, other than this first excursion, none of them truly knew each other aside from their connection to their Captain. She'd like to get to know all of the other Knights and have proper introductions very soon.
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