Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Their captain was a better fighter than the last few had been on their ascension to the post. Good enough to hold off an enemy with considerably more experience and greater physical abilities, though Tyaethe had to grant him that he seemed to have been taking her less seriously than he should have.

Or she would have given him that leniency had she been thinking much at all rather than embracing anger. This jumped-up killer of knights dared to touch her captain? To threaten her with death and worse? Or, most heinous of all, to set out explicitly to destroy the order that she safeguarded for Elionne?

Some might express their anger by tearing the man apart verbally, or joining in with the captain's flowery declaration. There were those that would try to calm themselves, or at least focus through the anger. Tyaethe was not one of those people and didn't even bother co-ordinating with Garret or the new girl: she jumped down with embers still caught in her armour and the scarf starting to smoulder.

Her surge forwards slid into a low stance and the paladin threw all her momentum and weight into her swing, the massive blade slicing down with more than enough force to split him--and anyone foolish enough to stand in line with the bandit 'king'. If it only got his sword or even missed, that wouldn't matter. It would force him away from fighting the captain. Even if he got a lucky hit in, Tyaethe was confident that it wouldn't be a blow that actually killed her.

Not until she calmed down.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@Zebanamana Reading your name is frustratingly hard. D:

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

<Snipped quote by Raineh Daze>

How do you mean?

@harinezumikouken

"What in the Goddess Reon's name had the strength to topple such a thing?"

:P

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

If they're not a PC, feel free to forget them. xD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I wonder if Marianne understands lumberjacks?

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I got bored.

Strange and Mysterious Background NPC

• Name: (Former) Knight-Witch Merilia
• Age: 300+
• Gender: Female
• Race: Human?
• Appearance

  
  The shortest of the original Iron Rose Knights, and possibly the shortest overall, she seems to have stopped actually getting taller at about the age of 8 and a lofty 4'2. Magic was apparently involved.
• Personality: Despite her lack of emotion, Merilia definitely had--and continues to have--a thing for screwing with people, particularly using magic to play tricks. If nobody else is around, then she's likely to practice the pranks on herself, except for the nasty ones. Those all get directed to people that actually thought to mention, or draw attention to, her height.
  Most often, her activities as part of the knights were of a scholarly nature--aside from providing magical backup, she would catalogue any magic or strange creatures they encountered, research or design any counters needed, and so on--and she was quite happy to do this, as it expanded her own knowledge. Her lack of interest in the propriety of this knowledge didn't endear her to many people outside the knights, or many within it.
  Outside of the context of tricking people, Merilia is never particularly personable and generally keeps to herself. Even then, unless saying something is absolutely necessary, she inevitably communicates non-verbally or in writing. Almost every word the knights ever heard her speak was inevitably the casting of some sort of spell and she was extremely quiet even then.
• Brief Backstory: As a child, Merilia was raised by her Ithillane mother and followed in her family's magical tradition, including a highly circumspect and definitely illegal (to have a child perform) ritual to maximise mana potential. This had the side effect of prematurely limiting her growth, though nobody can claim that the results weren't effective.
  The adult Merilia decided to not live her life out as a peasant farmer that simply happened to have witchcraft, and headed to the Mage Colleges until she found one that would actually accept her despite the informal magical background she came from. It was here that she picked up more dangerous magic and means to protect herself, even teaching classes for years before again getting bored with her sedentary lifestyle. She spent time as a wandering adventurer, before joining various military companies in Thaln, simply because it was a college there that had accepted her in the first place.
  Then the Iron Rose Knights were founded and she volunteered her services as magical support. After Elionne left, Merilia stuck around for just over ten years before bowing out to go exploring again. In the years since, she's sent the knights a letter monthly along with some magical trinket she's found or made, but it's never been clear what she's doing or how she's managed to stay alive this long. With her interest in all forms of magic, someone inevitably proposes necromancy but even when they have the time to spare to try and find her, she's always gone by the time they reach her last sighting.
  That the sightings involve dungeons at the best and ambiguously justified deaths at the worst, it's a mystery that someone wants to answer.
• Equipment: Her wand. It does absolutely nothing on its own, but it can hold a spell to release on command.
• Skills: Out of being a mage, Merilia was one of two artists in the early knights, and a lot of her sketches and paintings have been preserved and kept around over the years, though she tended to depict their battles or the locations they went rather than the knights themselves.
  As a mage, her skill-set is large due to her lifetime of changing positions and she has a firm knowledge of many different areas of magic. With the knights, she actually owned no armour or weapons--she'd temporarily conjure them whenever needed, and usually kept the wand charged with 'summon armour' in case of an unexpected battle. In combat, she had a clear preference for using large-scale air spells to compliment the knights' fighting and force the enemy into unfavourable arrangements, as well as to raise her to a height that she had a good view (and avoid the inevitable death-by-arrows you'd expect). This sometimes extended to actually cutting people with the air itself... or making a vacuum blade for particularly messy deaths.
  She seems to be one of the few mages capable of long-distance teleportation. It would go a long way to explaining why nobody can catch up to her, and also how the letters keep appearing on the captain's desk exactly at midday on the first of the month.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

When in doubt, look dramatic.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

There came a point where Tyaethe's charge was brought to a grinding halt, though not because of the quality of her opposition. Only noticing their startled eyes gave her enough warning to move out of the way before the immense trunk came down to her left, flattening unfortunate bandits as well as cutting the camp in two. The knight started moving forward and looked around for the other flanks, reckoning that there couldn't be that much ground between her and them.

The captain wasn't with hers. It was unthinkable that she had stayed back and allowed the others to fight after that display earlier, so where could she be? It wasn't a hard question to answer for the paladin: once again, she had run ahead of the other knights. This could only mean that she was on the other side of the flaming tree trunk... cut off from Tiral's detachment by the bandits still on that side of the camp.

She wasn't losing another captain so quickly. Not now and, after this, Fanilly wasn't going to go into a fight without her again. The captain had no luck at all.

This left the no small matter of being separated by quite a sprint and a burning tree barely thinner than she was tall. Going around would take too long and jumping it was out of the question, unless... quickly, the undead dropped her shield--she could come back for it later--and rammed her sword halfway up the log. Not caring about the danger, Tyaethe used the sword as a stepping stone to actually stand amidst the flames.

She wasted more precious seconds getting the sword out again and then ran. There weren't going to be any obstacles on a log this size that she couldn't see coming and the chance of being set on fire and burning to death was remarkably low. Oh, the metal would start to sear soon and the padding beneath would inevitably catch alight if she took too long (as would today's red scarf) but pain never stopped her. Hopefully she wouldn't be too late.

One sentence caught her attention as she ran towards the centre of the fighting and as she came to a halt amidst the flames, despite the very real risk that the captain was in--or worse, dead, Tyaethe couldn't help but be actually excited. "Three hundred men? For an amateur, this might be fun."

(Timing-wise, this ends somewhere in Vita's next post. Or at the end of it.)

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

There's a point where it's both bad taste and not actually going to be terribly useful. O_o

Since it was the end of the page:

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP