Avatar of Raineh Daze

Status

Recent Statuses

6 mos ago
Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
2 likes
8 mos ago
swish
9 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
2 likes
10 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
2 likes
12 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
2 likes

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

@BrokenPromise There's been... not even one complete scene. There's no indication if combat will be a large focus or not and if there hadn't been a fight someone else would have left for the exact opposite reason. I guarantee someone would have dropped out because the character interaction meant that there was no fighting or using the magical girl sections of the bio. At least give the RP chance to finish an action-based introduction before deciding it's entirely the wrong thing. O_o
Sir Tyaethe Radistirin


Tyaethe stilled when the description of the stolen item was given. It was familiar, far too familiar: an item from her favourite childhood tale. It was a story to aspire to and a drive to pledge herself to the Church later on, to one day do even a fragment of the story's heroine. It seemed that Gillian had the same idea and had delivered the tale in much abbreviated form... sufficient, perhaps, if not for lacking the extra details that might explain the mercenaries' selection, not that those were part of the common story. In the version she used to tell when asked, back when anyone knew that she liked it...

The paladin looked thoughtful for a second, then removed the helmet. Her secret was already out and telling a story whilst wearing that thing would just make it harder to hear what she was saying and what story went well being told without clear emphasis? Though it might look a little strange, a child's head on such massive armour...

"As Sir Gillian suggests, it could be a Shard of Angroron. What his rendition of the tale lacks is a reminder of what this means," Tyaethe stated, red eyes fixing on him for a second. A reminder, of course: aside from the rabbit, everyone from these countries should know the story, "Which means that a reminder is in order. To me, it seems unlikely that any other 'shard' would have such a violent outcome.

"Orodrunn's story begins as a divine spirit in service to the first Dark Lord, he that turned upon the other gods and first brought evil to the world," not that she would speak his name. Such things had to be left forgotten, not called upon, lest some fragment bring more pain to the world, "Yet even in his defeat, many of his servants remained to gather strength and plot. Chief amongst them was his general, already a leader to the defeated remnants and more than willing to bring his divine strength to bear against the mortal races.

"Against a force that once sought to fight the Gods' themselves, mortal and immortal alike, and now sought nought less than the total subjugation of the world, what could one realm do?" Tyaethe questioned, arms spreading wide--her sword and shield were already on the ground for getting in the way. "No kingdom would ever be able to win alone. Pride would let each fall and be twisted in turn, a breeding ground for evil untold.

"But the world refused to submit. The world had not become his and it would not become Orodrunn's. A grand coalition was assembled and marshalled to face against an enemy with more power than they could ever hope to match save for the Witch Queen breaking her neutrality in their favour. Yet with all the world to lose, who dare not stand and fight?

"In such a vast battle, a single life is but a footnote. Only the Dark Lord's presence over the battlefield would be remembered: vast and unstoppable; to see Orodrunn in the flesh before dying was simply to move fast enough to see your oncoming demise. One of Reon's knights was unfortunate enough to see the Dark Lord silhouetted against the sun and his blade raised and her comrades fallen. A valiant effort against an impossible foe held him off for longer than any now would find reasonable but against the divine and with nothing but her death to come the knight clasped her hands around the blade and raised her hands in prayer.

"The Goddesses wished no more than any other warrior on the battle to let Orodrunn triumph but it was Lilliana's faithful prayer that gave them a vessel. The battlefield blackened, the Sun and Moon aligned, and the knight rose to challenge the divine spirit. Orodrunn was an undefeated giant that nobody might harm and, in the high noon night, a single head of golden hair stood in opposition.

"Angroron, the army-slaying blade, shattered under the first blow," the paladin proclaimed, palm catching fist as she began to leave the children's tale, "But its evil was palpable, even unbroken. The dark shards would have broken most that dared step across them, killing those that it could not corrupt. Lilliana bore both the Sun and Moon within her and the evil could find no purchase, the sword's destruction bringing a small measure of equality to a battle that entire hosts could not win.

"Under an Eclipse, the Goddesses' chosen warrior could not lose. The golden flames that had lined her sword as it shattered Angroron blazed as the sun itself and moonlight fashioned into another layer of mail. Punches that would crush a man blunted against her body and armour immune to any magic was cut through with ease. The Goddesses' champion stood greater than even a spark of the divine, cleaving him in two, and won against a force the whole world could not defeat."

Tyaethe straightened, picking her helmet off the ground and beginning to clip it in place once again.

"If we follow a shard of black metal and its thieves have brutally killed an entire fort, yet a band that would merely be corrupted by one of Angroron's pieces is sent out, then the stolen object appears far too obvious. The pieces were stolen and lost in the past, yet their evil is enough to kill or break any that dare carry them for long. No doubt, this would explain how drawn out the fort's slaughter became."
"According to the maid, her partner matches that description, though she couldn't provide more details because of being knocked out right away," Ryuuko said. So these people were already known to Toshiko? It was hardly enough clues to construct a legal case but when you were dealing with magic that had never been an option in the first place. It seemed that their job might already be finished despite the relatively short time that had been spent here.

She was a bit confused by Yuuno's reaction. Was her sword more prominent than it had been before or was her backup knife showing? The younger girl had seemed perfectly comfortable around her earlier in the day...
The only character I can actually play is the Master, and compared to everything else, that's boring. Plus, I never had any plans in keeping Diarmuid. After stabbing him in the face, I expected him to go off. <_<
It was definitely strange that the pair of them had relocated into the dining hall but, given that her own sources of information had stemmed from accosting an unfortunate maid in the hallways, Ryuuko wasn't one to judge. She announced her arrival into the room and bowed perfunctorily--it was somewhat annoying to have found no more information on further examination of the room.

"Ando-san, Yuuno-chan, I have been able to learn more information about our thief. Firstly, calling them a thief is inaccurate, there were two partners in this crime. Secondly, we are dealing with both a western mage and an onmyouji."
@Noodles Reon's worshipped as well, because it's basically one religion. There's shrines to both in Candaeln. O_o
Now that she was free to escape, Magical Girl "the Reaper" did exactly that: dash over to the door and... wait awkwardly for the automatic glass to slide open. In a hectic fight against an enormous Negari, patiently waiting for something to open seemed to be a bad choice but... what else was she going to do? She was hardly equipped to break safely through glass, and anything else was full of monstrous tentacles.

Outside, other magical girls had already come to the rescue: at least one unfamiliar one and another she recognised from her magazines, and probably the one responsible for the inexplicably moving tree. It was good to know that she didn't have to take down something of this size and on her own, with nothing more than a supply of knives to use for it.

But maybe she could still be useful in another way? If its tentacles just split into more tentacles, then its body would have to have a weak point. And with more space to move in, she could keep dodging it whilst trying to identify where the others could strike that wasn't "the big part..."

Once again jumping off the very things aiming to ensnare her, Noriko bounced her way behind the front line and looked at the Negari. If it had a physical weakpoint...
As if tracing her steps once wasn't enough, both her employer and their current guide had gone elsewhere in the mansion without warning. With a sigh, Ryuuko began to look around the room once again, this time for any trace of runework--on the case, nearby it, or even on the walls and ceiling. Though with the Daidouji's own brand of magic being western, it wouldn't be out of place at all... and Yuuno wasn't around to explain whether that should be there or not.

When she was done, if they hadn't already returned, the purple-haired girl rose up and turned to leave the room again. If she could find a maid, which shouldn't be hard at all, they ought to know where the hell the other two had gotten to... or anywhere that Yuuno might like to hang around, at least.
I'm just waiting for one of the girls already out there to do something before opening the door, really.
In a normal situation, Tyaethe would have been busy organising burials and pulling the bodies down. Normal circumstances meant that you only got around to burying the dead once the fighting was over, however, and they hadn't even gotten a good idea of what was going on. Normal circumstances would afford time to help the newcomers--captain or knight--cope with how wrong the world could be. But someone had gone and attacked their kingdom's forces to move some item or other and mercenaries had been dispatched to stop them... there was too much at play to walk off right now. All she could do was keep being a pillar.

"You just killed the last witness that could tell us where your goal went," the paladin said, sword levelling itself at the cooling corpse, "Whatever they were smuggling was important enough to justify assaulting the King's men and impersonating the garrison of this fortress. Unless you have decided to lower yourself to treason, we are the Iron Roses and able to negotiate it as a completed mission even if the item is confiscated. I, personally, should have the ability to pay any lost cost, as a duchess." And I need to find someone who could accept the title, soon.

The red eyes looked into Alette's again, growling "Now, unless you still claim the item is harmless despite the three forces involved in this, could you please tell us what it is?"
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet