KoL

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Archer
^{Tristan — The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Somewhere around the Core — Passing the Ball

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The sudden change in behavior of the other Servant didn't escape Tristan's perception. She probably took offense at his assessment of her "assets". A reaction that sure wasn't unknown to the Knight of the Round Table.

"I would have it no other way, milady," he said as she challenged him openly.

Tristan's lips curled into a smirk as his foe step in the roof and drew her sword while slashing at him in a single, fluid motion. Just as he imagined, she could only hail from the Far East. Not only that, but the level of skill she displayed made it clear that she wasn't a target to be underestimated.

Nevertheless, the swing would be met with Failnaught as Tristan used his "bow" to parry the strike with the intent of evaluating his opponent's physical Strength.

Normally, a move that placed your bow out of alignment with your target would make it impossible even for the most skilled of Archer's to hit anything. However, such was not Tristan's case as would become clear to his foe when the Archer unleashed a counter of his own. Running his fingers through Failnaught's strings, Tristan "shot" five "arrows", aiming for the other Servant's heels, thighs, and wrist.

As he did so, Tristan took the chance to quickly jump backward, trying to put some space between him and his foe.

"Your swordsmanship is admirable, milady. Even though I'm not too acquainted with the techniques from the Far East, I'm confident that your skill matches that of the best of my comrades in arms. Am I right to assume that you are a Saber?" Tristan asked. For the first time ever since they met, his voice would have shifted away from a completely depressing tone to one of excitement.

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Going towards: Nowhere

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@BlueHelix

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

𝙴𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙴 𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴

𝙰 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕

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It didn't take long, perhaps not even ten minutes, for Lizzie to arrive after Katie finished her call. She walked into the restaurant quietly and joined the table of her soon to be partners, setting a heavy-duty looking duffel bag on the floor beside her.

"Apologies for the lateness. I had to make a detour when my contractor asked me to pick some gear on a military base instead of delivering it directly to me," she said, looking down at her bag. By the sound, and apparent weight, Lizzie probably had at least one long gun—most likely a carbine given the bag's size—in there along with other assorted military hardware.

"I was told that you were waiting for me. If that's the case, we can depart now. There's no need to worry about food either, I've had lunch already with some old acquaintances at the base."

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Archer
^{Tristan — The Knight of Lamentation}

Current Location: Somewhere around the Core — Passing the Ball

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Tristan raised an eyebrow momentarily now that he had a good opportunity to "look" at the other Servant. She was as much of a fine woman as he thought at first.

Her footsteps also made it clear that she was as much of a warrior as Tristan's first impression told him. Certainly a fellow knight. Though, she didn't look to be European.

A warrior from the East? Not only that but also a woman who possessed a very remarkable beauty. How interesting indeed.

If only Sir Gawain or Lancelot were here...

Tristan was only shaken out of his revelry when the other Servant replied to his question in a friendlier way than he expected. However, even as she did so, her guard remained as high as Tristan's.

"As you wish, milady. It's unbecoming—nay, it's sad—of a knight to keep that which does not belong to them," Tristan said as he tied the ball to a "string" and shot it back at its owner, harmlessly. After all, delivering messages tied to an arrow was something that any Archer worth their bow could do.

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Going towards: Nowhere

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@BlueHelix

Post deletion

I was browsing things on my phone and did a post by accident. Could someone please delete this for me?

https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4897340

Thanks.

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Madhisi

Current Location: Canal District -- Safe, for once

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Did they... win? The realization of what happened came to Madhisi as Berserker's rage subsided enough to allow her to do more than prop herself against a tree.

Berserker... defeated the enemy Servant. A clean victory without causing any excess damage.

Their second victory. The thought alone was enough to make Madhisi sigh a sigh of relief.

"However, there's still more to do," she said to herself.

Maybe this mage that tried to ambush her could be useful for them. Without his Servant, he was as good as dead, anyway. Making use of him was the smartest thing to do.

"Well done, Berserker. You really impressed me. Now, capture the enemy. Don't kill him yet, but if he tries to do resist, you are free to crush his limbs. Once you do, bring him back to me," Madhisi said over her telepathic link with Berserker as she walked back to the museum, to fetch a knife. She would need it for the curse she had in mind.

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Going towards: Nowhere

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@floodtalon@ItMeGritty@King Cosmos

Fate/Eternum

At the arena

The commotion at the arena's registration board was getting pretty wild. Nothing else could be expected of a day when none other than the Knights of the Round Table decided to attend the competition.

Commemorating their comeback with a brawl was only natural, of course. Especially when no one was supposed to die in the process.

Mordred was grinning her usual excited grin. Now that the secret of her identity had been revealed to the whole world to see, she was feeling even more confident than usual. For most of the waiting time she stuck with Gawain and Gareth—teasing the former and doting on the later.

Meanwhile, a certain red-haired knight stood in a corner. A sad look could be seen in his face as he turned his sightless-gaze toward his peers.

"To think that we would all be able to meet again in a circumstance like this. However, even in the midst of such joy there's sadness to be had. Even if it's not for us," Tristan said as he sat down and began to play a song to pass the time.

How very distressing indeed.

Othis

"That does seem awfully convenient," Othis said as Holmes explained the news for her.

She finished her breakfast—as well as some early morning work—by the time she heard it and came to the detective's side. "I would like to take a look at this in person indeed. But I think we might have problems getting the authority to investigate the site. Not that I think it'll be an issue for you of all people to find a way around it," Othis said as she packed a few things in her bag, including a very inconspicuous notebook.

"Would you like me call a taxi, or are we going to walk?" She asked while contemplating possible titles for a story based on this.

"Sherlock Holmes and the Mystery of the Sunken City, perhaps?"

"Actually, thinking about this. While we are on the way to the port, can I ask what you know about Atlantis, Holmes?"

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Grain stared at the scene that unrolled in front of her. Despite no appreciable change in her expression, she was astonished at how someone could be so rude. It wasn't even a matter of his birth either, that blue-haired man was boorish by any standards imaginable.

Nevertheless, she picked the biscuit he threw towards her instead of letting it crash against the wall.

"Thanks for your words, but I do not deserve to be compared with a hero such as Sir Gawain. However, I'll consider your advice if Lady Ar-Rynesarte wills so," she said looking at Arinne, then at the biscuit in her hand, and back again unsure about what to do with the pastry.

In the end, Grain decided to return it—unless told the contrary—as soon as they got they began to move out.

Grain nodded to Miss Selas. Nevertheless, she wondered why the other woman could be taking action on her own in a time like this, before moving forward with Samuel.

Somewhere along the way, she took a moment to change into an outfit more appropriated to walking the city streets.

—X X X—

They found their first obstacle as soon as they arrived at the crime scene. A pair of policemen guarding the location to prevent access from unrelated parties.

Grain had no doubt that one of her mage companions could deal with this on their own terms. That said, the idea of allowing common people to be afflicted by magic didn't sit well with her.

She approached them until she was told to stop.

"We apologize for coming in unannounced, officers. However, we are on official service on behalf of an ally of Her Majesty. We would appreciate if you allowed us to investigate the crime scene you are guarding," Grain said as she pulled a badge from her pocket and presented it to the guards.

After the two policemen verified that Grain's ID was valid—which it indeed was—they quickly stepped away giving passage to the group.

KoL's Test Thread

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I suppose that @TheWindel and I can be in this Lousiana team as well.