Psyker Landshark

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Eastern Skael, Alenmiers

"It's as I've said, ser knight." Garland's tone was patient, as if he'd expected this sort of verbal resistance. "Events in Solitude have grown far out of hand of what was intended, by a now-rogue element of our forces. More than one, at least. You've run across Miss Sigursdottir by now, as I'm made aware. Suffice to say, I intend to set you against an inconvenience of mine and a threat to both of our interests. Surely, you didn't expect a member of the enemy nation to come to parlay without benefit to himsef? Let's leave any further explanation to a gathering of the rest of your party and those in Skael with the power to do something regarding the matter. I've no intention of repeating myself more than necessary. You understand, of course, that an approach on my lonesome would hardly have been trusted or received."

"...A fair point." Izayoi admitted begrudgingly, looking to Galahad and Miina. "I confess, I'm interested to see Valheimr forces set against each other. Any collaboration on our parts will involve you and yours taking the van." She said flatly, the glint in her eyes hardly hiding her desire to see blackhelms killing each other.

"Hah. I expected nothing less. And to answer your question, girl." He looked to Miina. "The latter. Undead roam the streets now. We came to conquer and hold land, not rend it uninhabitable."

"Get on the damned airship." Izayoi narrowed her eyes, her ire raised by mention of Valheim's imperialistic ambitions.

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Southern Skael, North of Solitude

At his name, the man’s expression transformed only momentarily into one of surprise, a practised smile stealing over despite the extreme circumstances. “But not well enough if I can be recognised so quickly. For a singular patrol to recognise me… should I be honoured, or concerned? But, see, I’m unharmed and unarmed—”

He raised his empty hands as indication, only for the smile to freeze entirely at the mention of his sister, eyes opening to stare hard at Éliane, “So, it’s little Miina that has you looking? I’d hoped she would stay home… aaaah, but no matter. It was how to make ice. You never really see that in a jungle, and she was fascinated by it.”

“But, Solitude… I can’t tell you where or how it started. Only that it got out of hand quickly. It only takes one of the dead to get up and start clawing away at the living, and then if there’s enough left they just get up again. By the time I was trying to get out, anyone that didn’t have the sense to hole up somewhere defensible… well, you can imagine what it would be like.”

His hands dropped, indication of being unarmed entirely pointless with Miina as a source of knowledge, and the redhead hummed thoughtfully. “Route in was as just another traveller, I only needed to beat Valheim there. Out was by keeping out of the way of everything until I got to the walls. They always have some sort of hidden passage, and this one was pretty new and well-used. No sign of who needs to sneak in and out so much, but it got me through the main cordon, and after that it’s just a matter of giving Valheim’s men the slip. It wasn’t too hard until they got all the dogs in. So look, please. Just...get this to someone that can do something about all of this, alright?”

The raid captain, having listened to Zeke alongside the Kirins, chose now to pipe up, her brow furrowed.

"Even if what you say is true..." She shook her head, as if trying to deny that possible reality. "We still have our orders to deal with the Valheimr here." The woman looked to the party. "I can send you lot back with the ship. My men can handle themselves out in familiar territory like this. Even still, the Seven would take forever to hem and haw over something like this, especially without the Overseer to break the squabbling up. I'll leave it up to you, but I say we press on. He can stay with the ship. Hardly think he'd know how to fly it, anyway."

Pokémon Dreams (Reboot)

Sheet'll be up within a few days for me, need to do another post first before I can really get to work on it

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Reeva Bonner

Fortunately, her back had been to the flash spell to begin with. The loud bang was still irritating, and it'd thrown her focus off for a moment. But without the flash to accompany it, Reeva could deal with her ears ringing.

The assassin drew her shortbow and nocked an arrow, taking a second to make a quick survey in the field. Frontline fighters being dealt with, while the ones not directly in the blending zone jostling for their turn instead of trying to flank. Three archers in the back, still trying to shake off the flashbang.

Well, she could't have that, now. Reeva sighted one of the archers, loosing her arrow at its head. A second followed to its companion. The third was left to scramble to recover as Reeva repositioned, moving further up the rampart to get a better angle. Two kill shots from the same sniping position had been pushing it as it was. She was getting greedy, just because it was goblins they were dealing with. Bad form.

As Reeva grew closer, she lowered her bow, creeping along the ramparts behind cover. With the last archer on full alert, she picked up a loose stone, hurling it at the goblin's feet. With any luck, that split second of distraction was all she needed. Nock. Aim. Loose.

Pokémon Dreams Revival

Out of curiosity, I wonder... what's everyone's potential character going to be like and what do you think their starter Pokémon will be?

Don't need to answer if you don't feel like it or don't know yet... though I'll probably have the thread up in the next few days.

@Savo

Still workshopping everything, but I'm leaning towards a Fighting type starter. Probably Mankey.

Pokémon Dreams Revival

Glad to see a lot of people are showing some interest in this RP! Rune, thank you for covering Floof's question.

Let me follow up with the region map itself.

The Eidda Region

This was originally made by Rune. If anyone wants to know a little bit about the setting, please ask!

@Savo

Re: the region, is there any specific irl culture it's based off of?

Pokémon Dreams Revival

Sure, why not. Expressing interest

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Eastern Skael, Alenmiers

Izayoi's blade tore through the dragons that Galahad distracted, Blighted blood spurting from severed heads and wings. The dragoon's efforts had made them easy meat, and they didn't have much time left. Miina's hurricane blade shredded the remaining dragons' wings, grounding them if not leaving one writhing in pain, completely disabled. The remaining two forced themselves up to their feet, preparing to charge Miina...

...When a beam of lightning tore through the duo, piercing through their chests. The dragons fell silently, dead before they hit the ground. A black blade crashed into the remainder, ripping them to pieces in moments. When the dust settled, General Garland stood alone, planting his great cleaver into the earth as he raised his hands in a gesture of...peace?

"Stay your blades, Warriors of Light. Consider that effort just now to be an effort of good faith on my part."

"Oh? 'Tis hardly been a day since we've fought. And now you wish to parlay?" Izayoi snarled, pacing around the Valheimr general. Who looked to be in much better condition. Either he had a second set of armor, or it was repaired extremely quickly. His helmet tilted in what seemed to be amusement, his tone wry.

"Come, now. It took your entire number to face me on even terms, and here you are at half strength. I hold the cards here, General." The helmet's yellow gaze tilted to regard Miina, and then Galahad.

"I've come to believe we share a common enemy within Solitude. I wish to negotiate with both you and whatever of Skael's leadership they wish to risk. For the time being, I consent to being your prisoner." Which he seemed entirely and likely justifiably unconcerned with. Magic alone meant that it was impossible to disarm him fully. "Land us outside of Falcon's Nest, for the peace of mind of however many of the Seven have survived." He knew, clearly.

Izayoi frowned at the demands disguised as surrender, but held her peace, instead looking to Galahad. Meanwhile, Garland spoke one last time.

"In order to convey how dire this situation is, I will even surrender some of my information freely right now." He looked dead in the eyes of all three Kirins, his tone grave.

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Southern Skael, North of Solitude

The ambush was perfect. The Valheimr patrol had been expecting a lone runner, not an entire skirmisher squadron backed by hardened warriors from afar. They fell to a man, Chisato's quick disabling of the commsman halting any ability they had to call for help from long range. As the last of the hounds were felled by a concentrated volley of fire, silence reigned over the snowy expanse for a moment.

And only a moment, as a pair of crimson tufts of fur peeked out from the trees.

"Woah, don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm not one of them!" A voice cried out, tinged with stress and exhaustion. A redhaired and furred mystrel slowly made his way down from the tallest tree in the area. Once he made it to solid ground, the similarities to Miina were more than apparent.

"Skaelers? Oh, thank the gods. As long as you're not Valheimr, I'll take it. Listen, it's been hell for a week now. You've got no idea what it took to get out of that city and past the blackhelms' quarantine. Get me the hell out of here, please. I'll take to whatever superiors you want, they need to know anyway. You've got to tell them:"

___

From miles on miles away, two voices spoke the same words at coincidentally the exact same time.

"Solitude is a city of the dead now."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Eastern Skael, Alenmiers

The sheer wind of Miina's hurricane blade made it near-impossible for the dragons to stay aloft for long, forcing them to stay grounded and vulnerable for the time being. Galahad and his halberd came screeching down from the sky, the velocity of his dive breaking through the red mage's winds and planting the tip of the halberd straight into the throat of the pack's leader.

Blighted as they were, the dragons still possessed enough animal instinct to understand the death of a packmate, and howled in fury, the two closest rearing back to ready gouts of flame from their mouths. But that was literally cut short as Izayoi blurred into motion, reappearing in front of one dragon to slash its throat open before the collective fire of a half dozen gunshots crashed into the skull of the other, both dragons crumpling to the dirt.

Further incensed, the remaining dragons lunged with flame on the tips of their mouths, unleashing three streams of fire that forced Izayoi to fall back, the flames rushing towards Galahad next, as if attempting to box in him. Two more came lumbering towards Miina, having recognized the source of the wind that was keeping them on foot.

All the while, a figure further up the mountain watched the events below, wisps of sickly green aether at their fingertips.

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Southern Skael, North of Solitude

One dog sniffed the air, and began barking incessantly. The rest followed.

"They've got a scent!"

"Must be nearby, I can hardly keep them on the leash-" That particular Valheimr was cut off by the hound he was handling managing to lunge forward with enough force to loosen its master's grip on its leash, letting it free to charge forward. Straight up the hill.

The raid captain swore furiously under her breath, signing for the the rest of her men and the Kirins to ready up. It was evident what she was going to do: engage while they still had the advantage of the high ground, before the Valheimr could make their way up the slope.

With scant few moments before the jig was up regardless, one of the raiders poked his head up over the ridge, sighted the charging hound before the Valheimr could get a handle on what they were seeing, and opened fire.

"AMBUSH!"

"Open fire! For Skael!"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Something to behold? Oh, yes. Yes, it would be. Renar had long envisioned exactly how such a duel would play out, and now it was almost within reach. He just needed to hold on just that tiny bit more. Maintain all he'd built until then. Which meant shaking off the pleasant dream and returning to the situation at hand.

At least the little chit had the right idea in a tourney such as this. For likely the wrong reasons, but still. Though that did beg the question...was she of age for that irritating little hundi ritual? As far as Renar recalled from cultural education and talks with Lein on the matter, the talk of a marriage duel had to be consensual on both ends. And while it would be both utterly hilarious and entirely necessary to see some people (Gerard) get shackled with a good noble marriage at last, the fact remained that Dame Lizaelea was foreign nobility. A possible wrinkle, despite the potential advantages.

"Allow me to hazard a guess then, Dame. Is this a step upon your obligatory rite of marriage? If so, allow me to stop something at the pass: should we duel, I do not consent to it being one of potential marriage. Take solace in that this is hardly a slight against you so much as that I've obligations that I'm expected to meet." He inclined his head in brief apology, catching Rolan's eye to implore him to not audibly wonder what Renar was talking about with that last bit.

Because it was worded exactly vague enough to be truthful, while obfuscating the fact that he didn't have a good excuse. He just wanted a more advantageous match for Thalnan politics.

Sword and Dungeon: An Adventurer's Guild-based Fantasy RP

Reeva Bonner

Boy, oh boy. Smart goblins. Wait, no. That was maybe asking too much. Mildly intelligent goblins. Enough to anticipate an attack. Reeva resisted the urge to sigh. It would have made noise. Instead, she set up a quick and dirty tripwire trap: nothing fancy or especially lethal, but the impact of a goblin falling would make noise. Enough to let her know if any of the little green bastards decided to try and man the wall while she left it unattended.

That done, she went back down the way she came, regrouping with the rest of the party. At least going down was quicker than climbing up. She jogged back over to the group, getting straight to business. Time was of the essence.

"Right, so. Goblins were tipped off even before we got here. They know something's coming. Doubt they know what it is, or they'd be on full alert. But they're ready for a fight. I'll get back up top, flank them when it comes to a fight. Look out for some kind of ambush, maybe a runner that's trying to see what's going on. Either way, expect them to be dug in. We should be clear to get past the gate, either way. Sound good? Great, break!"

Report complete, Reeva made to scale the wall again, repeating the same vigilance she kept before as she clambered back up top, checking on her tripwire and disarming it before creeping further ahead along the wall, trying to see where the goblins were holed up.