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Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

She's magic, nuff said.

Fate/ Transcendent Paradigm (A Fate/GO Based RP)

Seyrun Leviathan

Scandinavia

"I'm thankful for your consideration, Ma'am," Seyrun replied to Margarita's concern while the soldiers she had set aflame a moment ago crumbled to the ground. "However, I believe that it was an enforcer such as Your Honorship that became famous for solving each and every engagement by torching everything to the ground. 'Fire is the solution for everything, indeed,' or something like this. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about."

"That said, I believe that there's value in discretion. Any more expenditure of Prana would be pointless at this time, given my esteemed allies' prowess." The young Nordic Mage commented wittily as she observed the unfolding of the combat -- or, perhaps was it a massacre?-- pulling back her hand and shutting down her magic circuits to the minimum she needed to endure the weather.

Seyrun turned to see that only Tamamo and she went to aid the Heroic Spirit who would turn out to be none other than Siegfried, the Dragonslayer, German's greatest hero. The mere thought of it, as well as the implications that the Valkyrie was likely to be Brynhildr, the most famous of Odin's shield maidens, made Seyrun's eyes widen. "Tama, be hospitable with him. He's the greatest hero of my people's mythology. Your skills certainly can be used to entertain such a prestigious legend, right? Oh," the tone of Seyrun's telepathic communication took a bit of a teasing nature as she continued talking with Tamamo, "but take care. If the legends are right, he's also a womanizer and heartbreaker. Don't let his rough charms trick you, ok~?"

Around this time a second Heroic Spirit introducing himself as William Shakespeare of all people approached the group, bringing with himself a second horde of deathless warriors, who were as swiftly engaged by the rest of the Magi and Servants as the group before it.

With little to do to contribute to the fight, Seyrun decided to approach their new guest and see if she could strike a conversation with him. "My, my, I wonder, is the Bard struck by the same misfortune as the personages of his works? That certainly would be very a elucidating revelation." Seyrun quipped, before curtsying as courtesy as she could while wearing a miniskirt, even if the smirk in her lips made it clear that at least part of such behavior was an act made for mere entertainment of both parties.

"Then again, where are my manners? I'm Seyrun Leviathan, a Magus born of these very lands and descended of the Danes. It's a pleasure to be of acquaintance of the greatest writer to ever draw breath upon this world."

Atalanta

Babylonia

Doing as she was told, Atalanta stood watch until the last of the Babylonia party entered the ziggurat. However, as soon as they were faced with the King of Heroes, she would materialize besides Keisuke, the speed of her movement being such that no one would notice her before she was already there. It truly made justice to her title of being the fastest hero of the Age of the Gods.

While the others turned their full attention to Gilgamesh, or the interrogation scene going by on the other side of the room, Atalanta's gaze was fixed on the green haired being whose gender was hard to discern even for the Virgin Huntress. He -- It?-- had a distinctive smell wafting from him, like a wild beast. It was something that attracted Atalanta's attention like a bees are drawn to a flowering field.

"I came here to take part in the legendary hunts the King of Heroes and his One Companion once did. May I ask, are you this companion, Enkidu, the only peer to the King of Heroes? If such is the truth, I, Atalanta, the Virgin Huntress of Artemis, would truly like to listen to those stories as well as hunt beside you if the chance is given." Atalanta declared boldly, talking to the green haired androgynous being while the others attempted to negotiate with Gilgamesh.

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@PKMNB0Y@Lonewolf685@Beloss@Flamelord@GreenGoat@Nanashi Ninanai@ADamnFiddle

The War of the Three

I'll have a post up to this Tuesday at most, a few unforeseen delays ate my time this last week. Apologies for the inconvenience.

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<Snipped quote by Inner Demon>

Don't encourage her.

@TheWindel

Oho~? Is someone here jealous of my deep wisdom? Hehehe :D

Brave Frontier: A New Legacy [Started/Always Accepting]

I'll have a post up to this Tuesday at most, a few unforeseen delays ate my time this last week. Apologies for the inconvenience.

EDIT:

Posted. Apoplogies for the lateness, again.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@Scarifar

Literally just read the posts that came after my previous one, or at the most as far back as Chiyo's war declaration, that's all that's important at the current time. If you really need more than this, I did a resume of the IC for a guy who did even post once. It's a few pages back in the OOC.

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@Flamelord, @Mega Birb, @Awesomoman64, @Lord of Evil, @Jedly, @Lonewolf685, @RoflsMazoy, @TheWindel, @Lucius Cypher, @Ryonara, @Caits, @McFazzer, @ReaptheMusic

My post is up, folks. I hope you like it because it took me about 04 days to write all that bit by bit, plus a few hours of editing both images and the text. This time I'm confident I delivered a decent looking and nice to read post. If I find any bad typos/mistakes, I'll correct them later.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

“That was the last of them. I’ll go scout ahead while you guys clear this passage. Try not to get captured by any more tentacled Dissolutions. Unless you are into that kind of thing, of course.” This quote, delivered into a perfect nonchalant monotone, came from the mouth of a not-so-tall, white-haired avatar, draped from head to toes in a burial shroud that seemed to ebb and blend with the darkness of the underground tunnels that spanned most of the Faded City. Dusk Razor always had a penchant for grim humor and snarky comments. Not that she was wrong this time, with her allies falling so easily for the subterranean threats.

“Oh yeah, it’s really easy to say that when your whole job was to warn us about this kind of thing before it happens." Argent Maiden rolled her eyes, trying to not give much mind to the Assassin's witticisms. "Anyway, take care and meet up with us at the exit. We need to get this done quick. Storm, you’ll hold our escape route while we do the deed. If anyone tries to follow us when we are retreating, bash them into the next week!” Maiden laid out the plan for their mission as the small party walked the cramped halls of what looked to be a crumbling service tunnel.

"Fine then, as long as you keep yourself in check we may even succeed." The stoic, dark-skinned beauty, known as Thunder Knight -- who Maiden referred to as Storm more often than not -- held the back of the line, while Argent Maiden and a couple of others went ahead, sweeping any dangers with precision. Their mission was crucial to the Ivory Masks’ victory there was no way they would fail once they reached the Blue City. No way at all.

“I think I heard something.” The serene voice, almost imperceptible over the hubbub of the not-so-distant raid belonged to none other than the Sorceress known as Icy Mint. The small girl always had a presence to match her size, truly a shrinking violet in every sense. Nevertheless, none could negate the utility of her potent crowd control spells or her attention to details that most would miss normally. “A blast, or something like this.” Mint added as she stared in the distance from her party’s vantage point atop a tall building.

“It may have been thunder, but it doesn’t look like weather is changing. Do you think we should be concerned, Princess?” The deep contralto belonged to the gorgeous cobalt-haired, whip-wielding avatar of Edel Faust, much better known as Faust, despite her gender not matching such a name. The Warlock launched a glance at Eclipse Princess who was sitting at the edge of the roof, staring vaguely at the direction where Purple Crown Academy was located in the Real World.

A moment passed and another blast was heard before Princess turned to her allies.

The Berserker’s dignified beauty was as impeccable as always, the regal armored dress own by Eris’ avatar certainly put her a cut above Deep Ground’s common stock and was, at least on most of the Ivory Masks opinions, a proof that certain people are born to be heroes and rulers.

"One whose star was bound to shine will do great things whether they seek it or not." This was hardly a matter of discussion. The reality each of us, human beings, is pitted against on a daily basis is more than enough to testify the veracity of this maxim.

Originally, that was a notion that Eris was none too fond of. However, after coming down from isolation and taking her own journey wearing Zarathustra's shoes, the fetching young German reached the same conclusion as her compatriot of twenty decades ago.

Not all are born to be the superman.

Only those who excel in all ways, those who are well-versed beyond belief, those who can weather the storm without bending, no matter for who or what, only those met the criteria to be called superman.

Needless to say, us, flawed beings, do not and maybe will never have that which is necessary to become supermen. That was the same conclusion that Nietzsche reached and, just like he, Eris also found her own person who she thought was the closest to being the true superman, such a person that was the one she admired at the moment. Of course it could be none other than-

“Princess! Are we going to do it or not? The explosions seem to be getting closer.” Faust interrupted Eclipse Princess’ divagation. A trail of dust and debris began to be distinguishable between the buildings in the distance, away from the path they were guarding.

“...” Princess sighed as she rose back to her feet, stretching her muscles. With a light cough she recomposed herself, donning her mask of impassivity once more.

“I’ll take Mint and verify that personally, you stay here with the others and keep this point safe, Faust. If the enemy try to break through, signal us.” As she said so, Princess offered her hand to Icy Mint. The knight-like girl pulled the mage into a bridal carry, much to the dismay of Mint whose face because flushed on spot.

"Pri-Princess, what are you- Ahhh!" Icy Mint squealed as Eclipse Princess jumped off the building’s side, vaulting and teleporting off of the other derelicts on their way to what would turn to be Broker of Fortune’s tank.

"A Bruisers' vehicle? That was not in our plans." Eclipse Princess thought out loud as she landed upon the roof of wat should be a convenience store that was in the rogue tank's path. "And why are they piloting like that? A tank maybe able to plow through most kinds of obstacles, but these buildings have armored concrete skeletons. If their threads get stuck they are as good as dead. Either way, we won't let them get any further. You stay here, Mint. Get ready to freeze their threads when I signal you, but try to stay out of their sight." The brashness of the unknown pilot brought a challenging smirk to Eclipse Princess' lips, which was all too evident when she teleported to the ground and pointed her lance at the charging machine.

"Halt!" Princess shouted, using the global channel. "In the name of the Ivory Masks' Ruler, the White King, White Sun, your passage is forbidden. Surrender and join us, and you shall be treated as equal from now on. Resist and you shall perish here and now, along with the rest of your Guild! That is the one and only warning I'll give!"

Meanwhile, the war raged wild on the other battle fronts...

On the mighty reinforced walls of the Blue City, Absinthe took a pause from spellsling the Ivory Masks' vanguard to verify a status report on all the damage they had suffered up to now.

While the figures were within the estimated numbers, it wasn’t exactly something that pleased the Blue Fairy. “That’s not good at all, if we don’t have any sort of support we will start losing more than we can recover in a short time. Maybe…” Absinthe was going to mention, that maybe they needed to ask for help of the Strykers, but the few reports she got made it seem like that was an unlikely plan, to say the least.

Without the support of the Strykers in the immediate time, the Cobalt Bruisers needed to do as they could to defend their territory. Melee engagements would be a bad idea at the time, thus Absinthe reunited the best mages and ranged attack focused avatars as well as all the weapons she could find and distributed them on the walls. “We’ve sent a message for help to our allies. But we’ll not sit idly and wait to be saved like damsels in distress." She shouted to all the Bruisers from atop the Bruiser's Guild Hall.

"Ready the cavalry, focus your fire on opening a path for them to storm the enemy frontline then send in our infantry. We gotta do this on our own, even if we are outnumbered and outgunned.” The temporary leader of the Cobalt Bruisers yelled as she raised her fist signaling the attack. The only thing Absinthe could hope now is that this brash assault would yield any results, before they began taking a real loss.

The conflict on the Red City raged even more violently, with the burning passions of two individuals being put against one another…

BGM

“What’s up boys, that’s all you've got? You gotta raise the stakes if you wanna tame this tiger!” An avatar with long blond hair, like flames on a summer bonfire, or liquid gold pouring from a searing hot crucible, shouted as she punched one of the Scarlet Harley defenders right through a toppled concrete wall just as three more circled the girl, wielding blades thirsty for Fanged Ranger Blood.

“What are ya afraid of? Come and get some, I promise I won’t bite… too much, heh!” The golden brawler extended her arms in an inviting stance, taunting them.

“Jeez, do you ever shut your mouth, Golden Pussy?” One of the avatars snarled in contempt, rushing at Golden Tiger, followed shortly by his companions who were equally full of the boisterous female’s motor mouth.

“Heh! If you think you have what it takes, why don’t you come and make me?” A challenging smirk rose on Tiger’s face as she noticed that one of her abilities had become available once more. With a mighty heave, she pulled her arm back, motioning to punch the ground. “Howling Tiger... Fist!” Tiger yelled as she released the strike, causing a shockwave that sent her attackers flying as well as hurting them quite badly.

“Was that too fierce for you, boys? Come on, let me help you get some rest- Hey!” Golden Tiger was just about to rush in and finish another of her foes when a lightning bolt glanced her left rib, burning part of her jacket and, unwittingly revealing more of the avatar’s ample assets. “Where the heck did that come fro- What the!?” Tiger let out a startled shout as another lightning almost hit her, with little to no time between both spells. This time however she could track the source of them.

Such source was none other than a second, this time literally, burning-haired female avatar, standing atop a broken column, slinging spells downwards as if there was no tomorrow.

Burning Blossom made a pause and stared right at Golden Tiger. A smirk that couldn’t be described as nothing but feline was stamped on her face as she said. “You'd better remember those words, Goldie, ‘cause when I’m done with ya, I have a very nice idea of how to use that mouth of yours.” Blossom rubbed one of her cheeks with a thumb, flashing a confident grin at her foe.

“Well now, why don’t we see who will be shutting who up, Strawberry Shortcake?” Tiger replied, turning her back to the less interesting targets and lowering her stance. “The fight is on!”

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Fate/Stay Night RP: Fate/Argent Theosophy

@Beloss

Oho, what do we have here? I'll take a look at this later, when I have some free time. I can't guarantee that I'll join, but just the mention of Fate and Prague was enough to entice me.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

Just for everyone's knowledge, my next post is ready. I'll edit, proofread and post it tonight.

Deep Ground Online (Hiatus)

@Scarifar

First things first, are you really sure you'll even stick to this character? I mean, that's not the first time you do do a character with a very similar concept, just to drop it couple weeks later. You may need to think if that's really something that interests you.

Now then, I also have to add that, while it's perfectly alright, abstract concepts like Attack Speed based builds are very impractical for free form RPs, since it depends mostly of your capacity to write your character living up to their stats. You can do it, just keep in mind that it'll likely not be as cool as you think it's.

About the CS properly said, the first ability is fair. The second is a bit too strong, you should max those stacks at most at 50% and snce it's a thing you can apply without any penalty like cooldown, make it last only 01 Round, otherwise he could likely root a whole army just by applying these debuffs in intervals. The last ability is ok as well, but maybe you should consider you should consider toning down the AS buffs, there's a point were you'll eventually reach diminishing returns (I won't specify it, but I guess that you need to take in account that there's a limit to how fast you can move and react, going past it will likely earn you nothing).

That's mostly what I had to say, you should wait for @TheWindel and @Lucius Cypher's opinions too

The War of the Three

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Love you too, KoL.

But if Syphax gets to Hoho, he'll ask for the Harpy race to be unfucked by Rufus and he'll no longer have a motivation to participate in the war.

@Mega Birb

I know , I really love myself as well.

Either way, such is the extent of his resolve? Just because he can get one thing done, it doesn't mean the war is over. Not for him and certainly not for everyone else.

Who's going to protect his race in case another danger looms over them? Who's he going to feast with after coming back from the battlefield broken and bleeding, but with his pride vindicated? Is he really going to let the Demons walk freely after what their leader in retirement did?

You see, my friend, you may try to leave the war, but the war will never leave you...