Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I realised that people will be able to see a bit more than the bio mentions, which is why I'm asking for guesses before I say. And she doesn't look like beef jerky because that's obviously not alive. xD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@harinezumikouken No, she's not beef jerky. Even if she was, there's more to appearance than that. xD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Someone Tyaethe would probably consider a friend! xD

Hmm. I have a game for people: 'guess what she looks like without the armour'. :P

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

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Wall of text? What wall of text?

@harinezumikouken

It takes over a screen's length to display (without purposefully elongating the screen) and is unrelated to anything currently happening. It counts. :T

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Oh, right. Unrelated as it might seem, that wall of text might seem, it does include something of interest to characters versed in tactics or magic. AKA: something mages can do in a battle aside from blow people up. xD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I had an idea/desire to write.

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The battle was going badly for the Iron Rose Knights and their allies. It had started in unfavourable conditions; the enemy was far more numerous than their intelligence had led them to believe and far more organised to boot. What was supposed to be putting down a peasant revolt blaming the church for a failed harvest seemed to have struck a chord with the extreme edges of the nobility who favoured taking power into secular hands.

Finding out that the peasants you expected to handily defeat had been given proper arms and were supported by magic and knights was a nasty shock. It was just their luck that the field of engagement was a magical hotspot on top of the numbers advantage being reversed.

The worst thing to happen so far was the enemy commanders’ realisation that killing the Knights’ captain would be a crushing blow in favour of their revolt. Normally, splitting her off would be borderline impossible without still having the entirety of an elite order to fight through. The magical hotspot was immensely useful for the revolt; their mages’ worked in concert to forcibly reshape the battlefield.

Elionne wasn’t on her own but it was a close thing—a mere handful of other knights and less than a dozen of the soldiers accompanying them had been close enough to form a barrier against the surrounding force. Out of those, it had whittled down to a single surviving knight.

And Tyaethe wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out.

Her shield was cracked from repeatedly absorbing blows and the occasional that would have broken the bones of weaker men and her arms shook with the effort of even lifting her sword. The trail of corpses that marked the path from their abduction and back towards the other knights had stalled, with its latest addition being one of their own—a newcomer in her first battle.

With no forward progress happening, it was just a matter of time until she went down as well, from slipping up or—

Tyaethe’s body moved of its own accord, shield falling uselessly from her fingers as she pushed forwards in a last display of loyal strength. It didn’t seem to hurt as much as the paladin had been expecting, though the feeling of some liquid—blood—running down her back was uncanny and seemed to have taken her hearing with it.

Despite the strangely heavy head, Tyaethe forced herself to look up, seeking out golden eyes. If she was dying, it was going to be looking into those, not the muck and gore of the battle. Golden like the gardens in summer and as bright as the sun itself. So beautiful…

The only sound that she could hear was a dull pounding, slowing as the seconds dragged on, an eternity in an instant. The voice in her head could only be hers, then. Rise, Sir Tyaethe. You cannot fail your sworn oath.

Her oath? Of course… she had sworn to protect Elionne for her entire life. Not until the captain stood before Mayon could she rest in her duties, no matter the difficulty in pursuing them. Mortal injury or not, hopelessly outnumbered or not, Tyaethe’s oath had been given. “Until the goddesses say otherwise, I, Sir Tyaethe Radistirin, will protect and serve Elionne so long as she may live.” Those were the words and even her own death couldn’t be allowed to interfere.

But the beating was still weakening, the pounding dying down to nothing and even her sword slipping out of her hands…

Rise.

A chill ran through her, an ephemeral tingle that felt like the candle-lighting cantrip a friend had taught. Instead of exiting her body, it seemed to be pooling, in her heart but not in her body at all, tied deeply to something with no physical concept at all. What felt like it had been slipping away was being tied once more.

The beat restarted.

With every thunderous pound ringing in her ears, cold fire pushed through her veins. Surety lost early in the battle returned. Tyaethe felt her strength return as the fatigue burnt away and brightness returned to crimson eyes still locked with amber.

Enemies stumbled as the slain paladin rose to full height and refashioned her ruined cape into a scarf. It was impossible. Nobody died and got back up. Whatever rose from the grave was always mindless, an abomination to put down. The undead didn’t tie knots, didn’t know to pick up their sword, didn’t recognise friend from foe.

Her killer only realised that he was too close when the weighty blade came swinging around, the air singing a song of death as it moved with deceptive speed.

Tyaethe had given her life for Elionne with no regrets but the battle was far from over. The paladin looked back at the one she had to protect and wordlessly pointed forwards. The captain was tired and she was not, would never be again. Tyaethe would cut a path back to their allies and regroup, then they would crush the revolt as intended.

Carnage followed. A harvest of death, her sword the scythe and soldiers the wheat. Attack after attack was ignored, even when one arm hung uselessly by her side and the charge reduced to a limp. With no shield to prevent herself or the captain from being overwhelmed, Tyaethe used her body instead.

As she raised her sword again, the soldiers in front of her cheered.

They had made it back to allied lines.

Academy Wars: Rituals and Technology in the Modern World, a Magitech School RP

I'm wondering how to wrap this day up so we can move beyond random conversations, honestly.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

The sword is not really special. Besides its color, the durability is only better then normal swords as constant combat would break swords and a better cutting edge purely keeps it from dulling quickly like most medieval swords do.

@Kal-El

Realism is totally what we need when the sword is absolutely enormous and the rest of the bio is 'magic swordsman'.

His swordsmanship backs up his magic to which he can't just spam magic as it costs quite a bit. While strong in melee combat, it can be lacking mid to long range with his fire spell being the only to have some range to it.

And... aside from the two people with average hand-to-hand ability, nobody in the roleplay has much in the way of ranged presence. "He can only melee" does not justify "more powerful than any other character" when that limitation applies to almost everyone.

I'm not using the mythology. Just the word.

A word that has no reason to exist without the mythology. If, in fact, the word has absolutely fuck all to do with anything, why is it being used?

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Undead paladin more religious than practically all the nobility = melting brains? Though to be honest, it's really not for political reasons that it's been kept under wraps: if you know she's undead, then you can work out how to actually kill her. An invulnerable reputation is a lot more useful. :P

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Now the truth had been revealed plain as day to her and many of the Iron Rose Knights, as soon as this mission was over she would make her report back home

Hey, probably something like 3/4 of the people there already knew! :P

Despite being a schemer, I'm sure Julianna feels sorry for Fanilly deep down inside, having to deal with so many strange 'knights'. I feel like the Iron Rose Knights don't have the best screening system for knighthood. XD

@IceHeart

Skip screening by being one of the first.