Holy Soldier

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Skyrim
Tagging: @Mattchstick@Zarkun@DracoLunaris@Lugubrious

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The Stormcloaks remained grounded. The Nords thought for sure that they had made a fatal mistake leaving the fortress until the group that they had once thought were enemies returned fire. One of them transformed into a steel god and began firing back upon the Forsworn. The Dwarven machine produced ranged technology that they believed only Dwarves could make and likewise returned fire. The blue witch sang an enchanting melody that filled their once calm blood with a vigorous energy. The Stormcloaks were in awe and watched as the enemy began to dwindle beneath their firepower.

The overconfident Forsworn were being picked off left and right by enemies they had never seen before. When the largest and strongest in their group collapsed like trees in the snow with their brains exploding behind them, without much of an organized leader, the Forsworn started to retreat. Eleven of their soldiers fell in the snow, leaving behind the valuable technology that the Stormcloaks had lacked. Ulfric saw this and waited until all the Forsworn had ceased fire and retreated before he rose off the ground and ordered to his men, “Go grab as much of those weapons as you can carry!”

The Stormcloaks grunted in acknowledgement and quickly rose off of their bellies to race over to the fallen loot. Ulfric then walked over to the mysterious soldiers, gazing them over as though he were surveying beings that shouldn’t exist. After a momentary pause, he spoke, “Thank you. I thought for certain we had fallen into their trap. For days we have been holed up in the fortress, waiting for the Forsworn to inevitably take us. Now that you are here, we have a chance to drive them out of Markarth. Then again…” Ulfric frowned in thought. “There are few of you than there are in Markarth. The Forsworn are not the real threat. It is the machine gods who provide them with weapons, but let us not delay. Come, we shall return to the fortress and continue our talk there.”

The Stormcloaks returned holding the weapons dropped by the Forsworn. They held them like tree branches unsure how to properly hold or wield them. They followed after their lord, the Nords moving swiftly for no one could determine how soon the enemy would attack again. As the party began to move out, their march was halted by a thunderous sound…

The shout seemed to shake the land. Stormcloak, hero, and the steel gods were able to hear the eldritch power that resonated from the mountains. Ulfric held out his arms. His eyes frantically darted about. He had thought they had been attacked by the steel gods. As the shout faded into a quiet echo, Ulfric calmed and turned back to face the group.

He reassured them, “That shout was not our enemy. It is a power that I thought I would never hear in my lifetime. I had heard only stories of it until now. That voice was The Greybeards. They are calling for one of you…As much as I would like for the five of you to stay together, I am not foolish enough to have you ignore the call of the Greybeards. They have taken interest in one of you. I do not know who but they are calling you to High Hrothgar. The journey is cold, arduous, and filled with danger. Whoever chooses to make the ascent, I cannot nor my men accompany you.”

Ulfric turned back toward the fortress. “Think about your decision. I can show whoever decides to go a way to get there in the fortress.”

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Enemies Killed: 11
Total Enemies Survived: 9
Forsworn
Location: Withdrawn

XP INITIATED!

GM Note: The Greybeards call for one. Decide as a team who should go. The mission will be a side mission separate from the main, but the player will return later to participate in the main mission. XP has been initiated. Any actions or decisions your characters decide to make will affect the mission from this point on. Consequences can either be positive or negative. The results are only seen every GM post.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can @Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Mr. President, Azura, Vent, Captain Piper, and Ruben.

Battle XP Awarded

Mr. President
Battle: 5
Kills: 0
Assists: 0
Word Count: 2
Total XP: 7

Azura
Battle: 5
Kills: 0
Assists: 2
Word Count: 3
Total XP: 10

Vent
Battle: 5
Kills: 7
Assists: 0
Word Count: 2
Total XP: 14

Captain Piper
Battle: 5
Kills: 2
Assists: 2
Word Count: 3
Total XP: 12

Ruben
Battle: 5
Kills: 2
Assists: 0
Word Count: 2
Total XP: 9

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Very Early Morning
Location: Tetris Castle, Platform City, and The Save Point
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@ONL@DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Majoras End

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Meanwhile in Tetris Castle…

Guile was lying in the arms of Rosalina. His Army-green tank was torn across his chest, and his crimson blood was seeping into the fabric. His hand clutched the wound. Streams of blood were spilling from the corners of his mouth as he gazed through wide, desperate eyes at the short, retreating figure.

Meta Knight’s cape twisted in the breeze of his gait as he left the Street Fighter clinging to life. Ahead of him were Waddle Dees and Doos dressed cutely in pirate and sailor clothes. They poked at the cowardly Moneybags, pressing him to continue on to the end of the hall where they would all be warped out. A Waddle-Dee was also carrying the Bodysnatcher’s bag.

Morvin Solus was lying on his side unconscious amidst sparks and hanging wiring. The project he had been working on was completely sabotaged.

“Don’t let them take me!” Moneybags begged. “Ouch!”

A Waddle-Dee pirate poked his furry behind with his sword.

Guile rested the bloodied hand that had been holding his wound on the floor. Teeth grit angrily, the Street Fighter attempted to rise but Rosalina wrapped her arms around him.

“Guile! Please stop!” she pleaded.

“Traitor!” Guile roared after Meta Knight. “You made a mistake not finishin’ me off!”

“Stop Guile!”

Her Lumas were using all of their energy to keep the Street Fighter alive. Meta Knight didn’t hesitate to turn or even acknowledge Guile’s declaration.

In Platform City, the cloaked individual gazed up at the flying Halberd (the ship). He dropped to all fours, quickening his sprint from roof top to roof top.

As Bentley pointed out the strange ship, Sparx glanced at the remaining members of the group. “An important guest?” he questioned. He then fluttered out the window and turned to face the others. “I think I’m the fastest. I will tail that guy so we don’t lose him. Just look for me!”

The dragonfly darted off in a bee-line, flying over the roof tops after the retreating figure and making sure he was flying high enough so that those pursuing him could find him. The dragonfly’s bright body was like a yellow star.

The Seven Deadly Sins [LF Lust and Sloth]

Location: Outside Rega, Fairy Island
Tagging: @Yahrlan
Summary: Grimjet was resurrected by a drop of wine and seeks out food to reform himself. Unfortunately,
he has Devan on the menu.

The drop of wine rolled down jagged teeth, dissolving into the bone. The jaws snapped together as the limbless skeleton wiggled to and fro. Its neck was held by a noose. Sprouting freakishly from its torso were two arms and legs. Its sharp digits raked at the rope about its throat, severing it to drop its body into the sand. Lying on its back in the dirt, the skeleton exhaled on a rasp, “The pain…”

The skeleton then sat forward as golden sand dumped from its bones. A whimper quivered from it before its socket-less head turned toward the white-haired fairy who was flying away. However, it did not see a fairy. What it saw was food. The skeleton rose and started to creep after her. Its hands rose with curled greedy fingers, its jaws parting hungrily.

“Food…” it quietly hissed. If it had any salivary glands, then it would have been drooling. Blinded by an insatiable need. Once it felt it had managed to creep close enough to Devan, the skeleton attacked, reaching for her shoulders and jaws prepared to clamp down on her flesh.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Two - Evening
Location: Dream Land Arc
Tagging: @Etherean Fire@Zarkun@Guardian Angel Haruki@Leaves

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Inside the Butter Building, Fl. 3

The moon came out of his roll as Frisk called for his attention. He unraveled, resting his feet upon the grass and whirled around in time to feel ice flash across his body. Rifle fire from the Stalwart shattered the ice, causing Mr. Bright to stagger backwards with a groan, and then followed a barrage of…eggs? The blue eggs shattered against the moon in two barrages of three, sending him flying back a few feet before he landed in the grass. Whatever Flirt Frisk had attempted had went unheard. Mr. Bright gripped the grass and slowly sat upwards, revealing his crescent moon-shape to be cracked. A fragment actually broke off his body to the grass, revealing only pitch-black darkness within him. Mr. Bright’s eyes widened as a hand quickly slapped over the hole. He gazed at the group with a new light. There was actually fear shining in his enlarged eyes as he gazed upon the group of heroes. The moon’s stunned state was broken by the insensitive laughter of his rival, Mr. Shine.

“AH HA HA HA HA!” Mr. Shine roared. “They knocked you on your ass! Is that a moon fragment I see?”

Mr. Bright grabbed the shard as though to hide it as he scowled up at Mr. Shine. Mr. Shine had a long and condescending smile on his face as he looked down at him. “You barely survived the first bout.” Mr. Shine then looked to the group. “Hurry up and kill this lousy excuse for a light bringer, watching this fight is giving me…SUN BURN!”

Mr. Shine snorted with laughter as fiery tears began to rain upon the grass beneath him. “The Senior Bros would have loved that one—hahahaa!”

Mr. Bright frowned deeply before he shouted, “SHUT UP! I will destroy them with my special attack. LUNAR BLADES (there was an uncanny echo)!”

The moon spread his arms to either side of him and two three-foot long sickle-like blades of light appeared in his gloved hands. Twisting his body to the right, he flung the first one like a boomerang at Frisk and Alicia, and then twisted left, flinging the second at Cloud and Banjo-Kazooie.

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XP INITIATED!

GM Note: From here on out, all players will be required to keep track of their word count. XP will be awarded every GM post. Be sure to check the XP hider to see how much XP your character earned. Remember to keep your CSes updated. I have seen players slack in keeping their XP up-to-date and they have lost XP points because of it. I didn't take the XP away from them, they just didn't keep track of the XP on their own. It is YOUR responsibility if you want your character to level.

XP Awarded

Frisk 2

Alicia 2

Banjo & Kazooie 2

Cloud 2

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Frisk, Alicia Harnick, Banjo & Kazooie, and Cloud.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level: 4
Day/Time: Day Two, Afternoon
Location: Headed to the 3rd floor with the group
Tag: @Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Leaves@Etherean Fire
Word Count: 547
Limit Break: 2/10

Frisk reassured them that they knew what they were doing and would let them know if they see an alternative solution to killing the enemy. The ex-SOLDIER nodded. Always looking for an alternative, Cloud thought to himself. He didn’t think Frisk could ever truly not be pacifistic. As Cloud motioned toward the next boss chamber, he stopped when Frisk decided to pay him a compliment. Blush appeared on his cheeks as he was reminded of someone. He was reminded of two girls actually—Aerith and Tifa. They had always liked to see him smile. Apparently, he didn’t smile enough.

“Thanks,” Cloud finally responded. I guess I don’t notice it that much.

The third boss chamber reminded him of the Senior Poppy Bros’s boss chamber. It was so dark that he couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, and slowly, Cloud reached back to grasp the hilt of his sword. The room was deceiving. The grass, the smell, and the breeze made him wonder if they were truly in a room. Then, the voices followed. The ceiling, which appeared to be an actual skyscape lit up with the shine from two celestial bodies. One was a personified sun, and the other, a moon. With his off-hand, Cloud raised it before his face to veil his mako-green eyes from the combined glare. He couldn’t imagine anyone being able to look directly at them without risking going blind.

That’s all we need is another dynamic duo, Cloud mused, his blonde brows converging. The sun moved closer, and when it did, Cloud could feel the heat. It was like having his face held above a burning stove. The swordsman raised his arm, but was unable to keep the heat from bringing him discomfort. Mr. Shine was going to be a big problem. Mr. Bright was able to unintentionally distract Mr. Shine into a heated argument over what was scarier. Dropping his arm, Cloud sighed and then looked to the others naturally checking on their well-being.

There was no question that Mr. Bright and Mr. Shine were going to be enemies that they would have to take down. Cloud drew, what appeared to be a new sword. While it was still pretty long, it wasn’t as massive as his Buster Sword. The blade had a purple-hue and Cloud held it before him with both of his hands in the same manner he had held his previous one.

“I don’t think we’re sparing these guys,” said Cloud.

After the two entities settled their differences with a game of Rock-Paper-Scissors, Cloud was a little happy to know that Mr. Bright would take them on first. No offense to the lunar being, but Mr. Shine seemed more fearsome just by proximity alone. Mr. Bright attacked, turning into a saw blade. Cloud dove out of the moon’s path just as the others had, catching his weight upon the flat side of his sword and rolling forward to quickly right himself. The ex-SOLDIER was kneeling in the grass, facing the rotating blade. Magic oscillated around him in a fiery ring, teasing his blonde hair. The green materia orb embedded in his sword gleamed before Cloud thrust out his hand in Mr. Bright’s direction, hoping to catch him in an ice spell and slow his momentum.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 3 - Evening
Location: Forest of Skyrim
Tag: @Mattchstick@DracoLunaris@Zarkun@Lugubrious
Word Count: 599

Robogirl seemed to agree with the team name idea, offering her own suggestion to make it just “crew.” Boss nodded and glanced up at the sky with a smirk. “I guess you’re right. It sounds too similar to that one band.”

The Boss turned around to see Spear Babe bowing to the enemy. He frowned at her as though she were crazy. He then tilted his head back toward the rest of the Crew and whispered, “What is she doing? She surrendering?”

Spear Babe revealed her name to be Azura from the Kingdom of Hoshido. Hoshido…some Japanese Chinese shit. The Boss’s brows rose as he blinked and then he whirled toward the rest of the group. “She’s Chinese!?” He would have never guessed. His head snapped back over his shoulder, taking in her features again—probably more than what she would have desired if she wasn’t too occupied to notice. He couldn’t believe it!

Azura amazed him a second time when she began to sing. The Boss listened to the blue-haired girl spread her soothing song like a warm blanket over the land. His eagerness to fight the Stormcloaks vanished as Boss crossed his sweater-covered arms before his chest and listened to her pleasant tune. Her song ended with her resting a hand against her chest as though in pain. However, the Boss’s attention was on the dumbfounded soldiers. His lips unzipped into a mischievous grin. They looked completely unarmed.

While Captain Piper and Vent were attempting to reason with the Stormcloaks while they were rational, Boss uncrossed his arms and praised Azura, “Great distraction!”

He then ordered over his shoulder to the others, “Let’s kick their ass!”

The president lunged forth, prepared to literally throw his body into the gaggle to throw their balance when a beam passed over his shoulder. He felt the heat on his cheek, making his hair rise in terror. Boss dropped straight down upon the snow nearly losing his glasses as he pushed them back up the bridge of his nose.

“What the hell? They got energy weapons in this game? I thought this was supposed to be some medieval shit!” Boss exclaimed. He quickly low-crawled over to a large rock and remained on his back in the snow, taking cover. Once he was somewhat safe, he rolled onto his stomach and peeked beyond the rock at the tribal types approaching them. They weren’t wearing any armor from what he could tell. They just had some heavy equipment. “Hey, if you guys got some guns or some shit, take those guys out!”

Boss rolled back onto his back and called out, “Kinzie! Kinzie, I need a big gun or something!”

“Sorry Boss. The signal to your location is pretty weak. The download is going to take a while.”

“What!? Can’t you and Miller strengthen the connection?”

“I’m not working with that Nyte Blade creep!”

“Woah, don’t involve Nyte Blade in this,” came Matt. “Nyte Blade has nothing to do with your inability to establish a stronger connection speed to Skyrim.”

“Shut up! I can do it. It’ll just take time!”

“Let me help you.”

“You touch this system and I’ll kill you!”

“Guys! GUYS! I’m getting shot at down here can you just hurry and settle your differences and get me some firepower before I’m killed or captured!?!”

“The Boss wouldn’t still be in danger if you just let me help.”

“That’s it!”

Mr. President could hear Kinzie and Matt arguing and fighting over his comms and he dropped his face in the snow. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Actually, he should have known better by now.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Skyrim Transition
Tagging: @Mattchstick@Zarkun@DracoLunaris@Lugubrious

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The approaching Nords slowed in their charge when the woman in blue that stepped forth to confront them began to sing. It hadn’t been just any normal song. They felt it. It passed through them like magic, touching their very souls. They hadn’t only heard it with their ears. It was as though their very existence listened. The Nords slowed and then stopped, lips parted in awe and no longer feeling the urge to fight.

Back at the camp, every Nord had stopped moving. They froze in their preparation and Ulfric gazed off into the distance, his own eyes enlarged. What is this magic? he mused. The steel gods didn’t use such magic. At least not to their knowledge. No intelligence report had described them ever using magic. They were like the Dwemer of old.

When the song ended, Ulfric blinked as though waking from a dream. He glanced around at his surroundings…he felt so calm. The other Nords were gazing about as Ulfric once again gazed into the distance. He could still see the first unit standing there. The enemy group hadn’t tried to kill them from what he could see. Could he have been initially correct? Ulfric turned toward the ladder and quickly slid down to the crunchy frozen earth. A few of his warriors strode over to his side.

“My lord?” one questioned, curious about his urgency.

“They aren’t the steel gods,” Ulfric told them. He then shouted over his shoulder to the rest of his waiting cloaks, “Standby!”

Standby!

Standby!

The command was echoed.

“Open the gate! I am going out!” Ulfric ordered.

The gate was opened and Ulfric ran with four of his warriors toward the group. That song could have been heard by anyone and Ulfric feared that the enemy may had heard it too.

The ten Nordsmen had stopped and gazed upon Captain Piper as she explained that she was not a steel god. Calmed by Azura’s song, they were able to take a moment to assess the situation. The gods that they were familiar with were not among the group—however…they stared at Captain Piper.

“Is it Dwarven?” one of the Nord warriors asked.

The superior of the group frowned suspiciously as he continued to scrutinize the red robot, “I don’t know.”

Behind the group, charging across the snow was a group of men and women dressed in skins, furs, and donning antlers. Unlike the Stormcloaks, they didn’t wield medieval weaponry, instead they were carrying energy weapons most familiar to Vent. Howling and shouting a tribal chant, the Forsworn—twenty in numbers—raised their weapons and began firing on the group.

“Forsworn!” a Stormcloak shouted. Blue and green beams began streaking through the air, seeking to incinerate anything they touched. The Stormcloaks scattered, seeking cover behind rocks or dropping to their bellies in the snow.

Ulfric saw the lasers appear in the distance as he and his men neared the group, and he cursed under his breath. If only he hadn’t second guessed himself. He stopped and thrusted out an arm as he commanded, “Take cover!”

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Total Enemies: 20
Forsworn
Location: On the ground behind the Hero Group

XP INITIATED!

GM Note: First battle has commenced. The group is faced with 20 Forsworn minions wielding energy weapons, mostly rifles.
The terrain is icy and temperate. Players are free to have their heroes pick off the enemy freely. There are no named enemies at this time. XP has been initiated. Any actions or decisions your characters decide to make will affect the mission from this point on. Consequences can either be positive or negative. The results are only seen every GM post.

P.O.

If a player is inactive for more than 3 days without letting the GMs know of any delays, then the player can be skipped over on the 4th day. If a player does not wish to post, they can @Mention the GM and let the GM know he or she "Passes" on his or her turn.

P.O.: Mr. President, Azura, Vent, Captain Piper, and Ruben.

The Seven Deadly Sins [Recruiting Storyweavers! LF Lust and Sloth]

We're still looking for long-term dedicated writers for Sloth or Lust. You must be capable of writing on a casual to advanced level, be capable of carrying on a story without relying solely on a GM to make decisions for you, and while it is not mandatory, it is helpful and can also be entertaining to have Discord ability. There is a discord and communication, fun, and shenanigans happen in there to keep you occupied while waiting for your turn to post.

Please take the time to read this game. When you submit a writing sample, the writing sample is either a memory or sample post of how you would RP the character you intend to bring to the game.

The Seven Deadly Sins [LF Lust and Sloth]

Character: Evelyn Caroline
Location: Outside the small town of Corona
Tagging: @AllHollowsEve@Tenma Tendo
Summary: Eve and Sloth fall into the river. Eve is supposedly saved by the Holy Knight Lucien and taken against her will.

The holy knight stopped when he heard a young voice called out to him. Lieutenant Lucien turned a blue eye over his shoulder to see a small boy, standing there. Challenging him. He smirked and resumed walking away from him as he patronized the kid, “You should run along and mind your business boy. I will not waste my time with a child.”

A few of the holy knight’s subordinates trudged from the forest, dripping in sludge. He used to have five men. Now, he only had two. Lucien stopped as his two soldiers came before him.

“Where are the others?” he asked.

“Lost in the swamp, Sir,” one of the soldiers returned.

The lieutenant frowned at the news. Normally, the church didn’t abandon their men. They sent out search parties to try to recover any evidence of them, but he had the princess and it was urgent that he return her to Caroline.

“We’re heading back,” Lucien told them.

The soldiers looked surprised. “Sir, without the others?”

“The princess’s safety takes priority. We will search for them as we backtrack, but if we are unable to find them, then they are lost.”

The lieutenant marched passed the two soldiers. They gazed at the limp princess over his shoulder, silently wondering how she ended up in such a state. Then their eyes shifted over to the lone boy. They hadn’t known why he was there—perhaps he was just being nosy, but they quickly lost interest in him.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day Three - Very Early Morning
Location: The Save Point
Tagging: @ONL@DracoLunaris@Guardian Angel Haruki@Zarkun@Majoras End

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Cuphead seemed to acknowledge his strength. Why didn’t they wonder why the enemy was after him to begin with? It wasn’t because he was weak. Shantae transformed into a monkey and was already executing the proposed plan on her lonesome. That was until James decided to propose a new plan and quickly chased after her. Sparx frowned. Sending them to the castle when the bad guy was right there?

Sparx waited for James to leave before he turned to the rest of the group. “We shouldn’t just let him get away. What if he knows something we don’t?” The dragonfly flew over to the window to peek out of it.

The black cloaked man managed to make it safely to the first floor without drawing the attention of the heroes. Feeling home free, he no longer crept and headed for the door. Opening it, he stepped outside and glanced left and right before he…ran. The figure ran through the streets, and he ran inhumanly quick. The cloak divided a little about his legs, revealing more black material underneath. He then sprang through the air, landing on all fours onto the back of a car before leaping gracefully over to an overhang. From the overhang, he leapt onto the head of a street lamp and from the street lamp onto the roof of an apartment. The figure then returned to a bipedal sprint, leaping from rooftop to rooftop.

Sparx who was watching from the rooftop blinked. “That guy’s pretty fast…and…hm…his moves seem familiar. Oh!” The dragonfly whirled and warned the group, “He’s escaping you guys!”

Meanwhile, hovering a few thousand feet above Tetris Castle, was an odd ship.