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Two days ago, Noble Arms is indisputably four years old, spread out across three threads, and the third thread is still ongoing and about to reach the endgame...
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Can't believe that I actually got an RP close to its endgame, btw...
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Noble Arms is now either four years old, or three years and eleven months. The third thread had lasted for more than one year.
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New Interest Check, everybody!
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My Roleplay, Noble Arms: The ASEAN War, will reach its 4th year in June or July. It's been a long journey.
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Jaina Dalton
All right, she was mad at the interruption, but also excited at having a worthy opponent at last!
Back-flipping herself down onto the ground, landing on her feet, she began gathering her Memory God Slaying Magic around her hands once more, before shouting, "I am Jaina Dalton, Princess of Snaervold, Wizardess of Fenix Tear and Daugther of the Sea! Flee now or be drowned in it!"
Ignorant folk have always feared the sea, due to generations of dread that formed a collective memory filled with monsters, drowning, and a vast blue expanse of nothing at all for miles around. Jaina tapped into this collective memory to amplify the dread those who heard her felt, her contempt for those who gave themselves over to their fear of saltwater flicking out like a whip when it would otherwise be held back by courtesy, etiquette and respect - None of whom this brigade had earned.
Seawater began to seep up from the floor, rising upward to shin-length, the salt smell permeating the area and mixing with the coppery tang of blood as Jaina continued her outraged speech.
"You who fear the source of your bounty, you who live beside the source of a fear you do not wish to overcome, clinging to your cowardice to the point where you fear Vampires less than she who has granted you the fruits of food, commerce, and the salt used for both - And all because of what? You cling like babies to your mothers when faced with storms and sea monsters?"
The seawater stirred beneath them, awakening the primal memory of the sea, carried by harsh winds that brought the salt to their noses, even as Jaina's words reverbrated with even more outrage.
"I do not detest cowards. I do not even detest willful cowards. But who I do detest are those who would deny their cowardice in the face of the source of their own rewards!"
The seawater rose up into tendrils, even as Jaina opened up a Memory Manipulation Vortex, not to erase or even extract memories, but to enhance them, to ensure that they would not forget their fear of the sea, and to make it clear that their contempt for it was echoed so many times over that it was irrelevant.
"Memory God Slayer Magic - Memory Manipulation Vortex! Seawater Magic, Grasping Tidal Horror!"
The tendrils of water would hold the foe in place if the saltwater seeping into their gear had not already done that (Jaina was immune and she also made any nearby books immune; knowledge was sacred). The Memory Manipulation Vortex would remind them of their fear, amplifying it to extreme levels. And if they did not overcome this fear, the tendrils of saltwater would drag them down into the rising seawater... And they will drown.
@Aku the Samurai, @Danyel, @BlackMaiden, @Sho Minazuki
All right, she was mad at the interruption, but also excited at having a worthy opponent at last!
Back-flipping herself down onto the ground, landing on her feet, she began gathering her Memory God Slaying Magic around her hands once more, before shouting, "I am Jaina Dalton, Princess of Snaervold, Wizardess of Fenix Tear and Daugther of the Sea! Flee now or be drowned in it!"
Ignorant folk have always feared the sea, due to generations of dread that formed a collective memory filled with monsters, drowning, and a vast blue expanse of nothing at all for miles around. Jaina tapped into this collective memory to amplify the dread those who heard her felt, her contempt for those who gave themselves over to their fear of saltwater flicking out like a whip when it would otherwise be held back by courtesy, etiquette and respect - None of whom this brigade had earned.
Seawater began to seep up from the floor, rising upward to shin-length, the salt smell permeating the area and mixing with the coppery tang of blood as Jaina continued her outraged speech.
"You who fear the source of your bounty, you who live beside the source of a fear you do not wish to overcome, clinging to your cowardice to the point where you fear Vampires less than she who has granted you the fruits of food, commerce, and the salt used for both - And all because of what? You cling like babies to your mothers when faced with storms and sea monsters?"
The seawater stirred beneath them, awakening the primal memory of the sea, carried by harsh winds that brought the salt to their noses, even as Jaina's words reverbrated with even more outrage.
"I do not detest cowards. I do not even detest willful cowards. But who I do detest are those who would deny their cowardice in the face of the source of their own rewards!"
The seawater rose up into tendrils, even as Jaina opened up a Memory Manipulation Vortex, not to erase or even extract memories, but to enhance them, to ensure that they would not forget their fear of the sea, and to make it clear that their contempt for it was echoed so many times over that it was irrelevant.
"Memory God Slayer Magic - Memory Manipulation Vortex! Seawater Magic, Grasping Tidal Horror!"
The tendrils of water would hold the foe in place if the saltwater seeping into their gear had not already done that (Jaina was immune and she also made any nearby books immune; knowledge was sacred). The Memory Manipulation Vortex would remind them of their fear, amplifying it to extreme levels. And if they did not overcome this fear, the tendrils of saltwater would drag them down into the rising seawater... And they will drown.
@Aku the Samurai, @Danyel, @BlackMaiden, @Sho Minazuki
We need one more character sheet that isn't mine before I start work on the IC post, btw.
Mikazuki Nakajima
Mikazuki asked a simple question, "What was the Soul War? And to echo Darius' question... What are Hollows? And are they more than just monsters that eat souls? I presume you didn't tell us about their nature before because you wanted to vet us for trustworthiness first?"
@Sho Minazuki
Mikazuki asked a simple question, "What was the Soul War? And to echo Darius' question... What are Hollows? And are they more than just monsters that eat souls? I presume you didn't tell us about their nature before because you wanted to vet us for trustworthiness first?"
@Sho Minazuki
The Road to Bruma
The Orange Road; Imagine that its Summer, please...
The Confessor had decided to accept Kiffar's proclamation of leadership (albeit with Arvind being the real leader) and sent the group off on their way once breakfast was done; Khaliya and Meen-la could seperately sense her increasing desire not to be around the people she herself gathered, but who proved to be strong personalities she did not want to see in constant friction, but that would not alter the fact that she approved of the most viable plan. That plan was to pose as Arvind's scholarly expedition, and the Confessor had given them extra cash, plus a few scholarly texts on Talos and the nearby Ayleid ruins to better maintain their cover (and also to speed them onward).
Now the group was on the Orange Road, walking the paved, narrow path that led from Chorrol to Bruma as the sun rose in the sky.
Several hours passed; it was noonrise/noonday and the sun was at its midpoint. Birdsong and the noise of various animals had grown quiet for a minute or so - An obvious sign of trouble ahead. They were passing through an even narrower stretch of road when it struck - A volley of arrows launched from the trees at point-blank range, intended to scatter the group or force them to cast their protective spells.
Once the arrows were cast, several Nord and Imperial Bandits would charge, wielding a mix of two-handed swords, heavy maces, and greataxes, not realizing that they were running towards one of the best fighters in all of Tamriel (Kiffar). And finally, there was a Nord dressed in robes from the College of Winterhold with the insignia torn out; this blonde woman looked at Arvindr and said, "Arvindr! I want your research on the predecessors of the Companions and the origins of Whiterun and I want it now!"
The scholar would recognize this Nord woman as one of his more obscure rivals, Brigit of Winterhold, who resented Arvindr's constant hawking of the 'Original Nord Culture' despite being a Mage who researched similar topics herself. Her latest ploy was writing several public letters accusing Arvindr of being a plaigraist - of her research - and the unhinged tone of her wording implied that she had begun to genuinely believe her own lies.
This was confirmed when she said, "You copied my papers! That bibiliography you used in your latest one had a third of it copied from my own listed sources! Give me back my academic placement, you fraud, or I will keep siccing these bandits on you!"
@Carantathraiel@Lunamaria Hawke@Alfhedil@Crimson Flame@Randomguy@WSilversun@Rune_Alchemist
The Orange Road; Imagine that its Summer, please...
The Confessor had decided to accept Kiffar's proclamation of leadership (albeit with Arvind being the real leader) and sent the group off on their way once breakfast was done; Khaliya and Meen-la could seperately sense her increasing desire not to be around the people she herself gathered, but who proved to be strong personalities she did not want to see in constant friction, but that would not alter the fact that she approved of the most viable plan. That plan was to pose as Arvind's scholarly expedition, and the Confessor had given them extra cash, plus a few scholarly texts on Talos and the nearby Ayleid ruins to better maintain their cover (and also to speed them onward).
Now the group was on the Orange Road, walking the paved, narrow path that led from Chorrol to Bruma as the sun rose in the sky.
Several hours passed; it was noonrise/noonday and the sun was at its midpoint. Birdsong and the noise of various animals had grown quiet for a minute or so - An obvious sign of trouble ahead. They were passing through an even narrower stretch of road when it struck - A volley of arrows launched from the trees at point-blank range, intended to scatter the group or force them to cast their protective spells.
Once the arrows were cast, several Nord and Imperial Bandits would charge, wielding a mix of two-handed swords, heavy maces, and greataxes, not realizing that they were running towards one of the best fighters in all of Tamriel (Kiffar). And finally, there was a Nord dressed in robes from the College of Winterhold with the insignia torn out; this blonde woman looked at Arvindr and said, "Arvindr! I want your research on the predecessors of the Companions and the origins of Whiterun and I want it now!"
The scholar would recognize this Nord woman as one of his more obscure rivals, Brigit of Winterhold, who resented Arvindr's constant hawking of the 'Original Nord Culture' despite being a Mage who researched similar topics herself. Her latest ploy was writing several public letters accusing Arvindr of being a plaigraist - of her research - and the unhinged tone of her wording implied that she had begun to genuinely believe her own lies.
This was confirmed when she said, "You copied my papers! That bibiliography you used in your latest one had a third of it copied from my own listed sources! Give me back my academic placement, you fraud, or I will keep siccing these bandits on you!"
@Carantathraiel@Lunamaria Hawke@Alfhedil@Crimson Flame@Randomguy@WSilversun@Rune_Alchemist
@Carlyle has my official support and is encouraged to recruit from my server.
Also, for everyone else: Noble Arms no longer have to look like Pre-WW1 Weapons, as long as they look obsolete and people find cultural meaning in them.
木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２
木ノ葉 １２
Konoha 12
D.O.B January 11 | Age 16 y.o | Sato Konoha | Region Madoka | Rank Chūnin | Caste Freemen
Mimoto
Mimoto
Mimoto
Uzumaki Ren
Shigoto
Shigoto
Shigoto
Vanguard?
Joretsu
Joretsu
Joretsu
B-Rank
外伝
外伝
外伝
Flashback
Monogatari
Born to the first (or second) generation of Uzumaki to know only liberty, Ren was given every advantage, and borderline spoiled by his parents, who nevertheless made sure he was taught the story of how his clan was not always like this - If not for Minato the Liberator, he would be a slave along with the rest of his generation, so he had to learn gratitude for what he had. He made friends early, learning the importance of seeing people for what they are and what they did, although he was wary of the more traditional parents of some of his playmates. And of course, he had enough talent to make it in Konoha's Ninja Academy.
He made sure not to directly compete with anyone unless someone challenged him first. He made sure not to make enemies unless he had more friends than the potential enemy had. Yet behind it all was a young man interested in surviving a world where things were less stable than they seemed, considering how Konoha's political scene was as chaotic as ever behind closed doors. What had been done, even by Minato the Liberator, can always be undone, and so alertness, awareness, and a watchful gaze is needed to avoid the Uzumaki Clan falling into perdition again. In the meantime, what noncombat problems can't be solved with enough ramen?
Then came the events of AR 705; first Sasuke killing Danzo after exposing Root, then him, Naruto (who in this world, had the Namikaze name, but still retained his Uzumaki ancestry), and Sakura sacrificing themselves to destroy Pein (who was a full Uzumaki) to prevent him from destroying Konoha completely. Ren's parents barely survived that calamity, while Ren himself had fought valiantly in defense of a group of civilians who had taken refuge in Ichiraku Ramen. He lived, but at what cost, considering how Konoha's position and the Land of Fire's stability was less secure than ever - And the Uzumaki Clan's fortunes; its chances of a dignified place in the world, rested on the Land of Fire staying strong.
Thankfully, he can help...
性格
性格
性格
Individuality
Kokoronaka
Ren knows he is lucky, and only with hard work and a keen eye can he take advantage of that luck. He sees the need to maintain friendly, or at least cordial, ties with as many people as possible, knowing that the best way to avoid conspiracy is not to be hated. While it is sometimes better to be feared than loved, that does not apply to him, for he knows that if he is feared, then he will be hated, and if he is hated... People will plot against him and he cannot abide that.
He has a life to enjoy, after all!
Ren does not seek the spotlight, but he does not want to be shunted into the shadows, either. He seeks to be the main support of his friends, providing them with whatever support they need if he can give that. Suffice it to say, he is good at making connections and leveraging them, but also at cultivating and preserving them.
And above all, he has this deep wish inside himself, one born from historical injustices which might return in unexpected ways, a wish that can be summarized in two words:
Never Again.
Kirainamono
Kirainamono
Kirainamono
Hates
Kirai
Bigoted Folk/Dangers to Konoha/Sourballs.
Sukinamono
Sukinamono
Sukinamono
Likes
Suki
His Parents/Ramen/Money
希
Hope.
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