Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Lilianna Belwiss

Most knights, riding unarmoured and a prime target due to being on horseback, would generally come to resemble a pincushion after receiving a volley of arrows. Lilianna was comparatively fortunate in that there was hardly an overwhelming number of archers, enough that only one arrow was headed for her. Still, unarmoured, this constituted a Very Bad Thing. Until she drew her sword.

Nobody, nobody, who made it into the knights was going to be allowed to go around without a single scrap of protection unless they could prove they earned it. To one who the only martial combat that came naturally was to flow with the blade, there were only two options against something that would normally be absorbed or blocked: dodge or deflect. Being on horseback ruled out the former; in a flash of steel, the incoming danger was sliced down its centre, harmlessly going to either side.

"I told that upstart this would happen," she grumbled, preparing to leap from horseback at a second's notice. In a shieldwall her abilities were useless--she had to wait for an opportunity to close, whichever side took it.

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@Cu Chulainn I'm no good at mentions.

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Johanna Faust

The magus had to suppress a twinge of disappointment at the initial summon, not for any rational reason--simply for, herself, being taller than the Servant that she had summoned. It was a reasonable thing to expect; historically most would have been shorter than herself and there was nothing that required heroes to be of any particular height. Strange, when Berserker identified his class; it was the number one Servant to expect imposing stature. There was another twitch of disappointment whilst looking at him--he was nearly as intrinsically identifiable as Faust would have been had she summoned a Caster.

It seemed like she was going to have to put up with a rebellious, and from the damn pointing, rather rude Servant. It couldn't be helped, if she'd had time to prepare it would have been child's play to guarantee herself a knight of one kind or another--Barbarossa, maybe, or simply trick the French for a few weeks and get Charlemagne. If only she'd not had the misfortune of summoning a Berserker best suited to another class... at least he was capable of some thought.

"I can assure you that I had no intention of summoning Berserker if it could be helped. Nor do I have the knowledge required to manipulate the Grail in such a way," Johanna stated, adjusting her tie once more before turning around and going back towards the church, "Unfortunately, there still remains a matter of procedure before we can engage in the war proper. A brief, but necessary, formality."

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Assassin

It was all so... overwhelming. To be summoned at all... the mere inclination that somebody might find her useful, might desire her even for the sake of brutal murders... it was beyond Assassin's wildest imagination. When summoned, she had been ready then and there to do as Mother commanded, to go and hunt down the enemies in this and plan how to kill them before the war had even begun in earnest and get it all over with in a single night of bloodshed. But... Mother had wanted her for more than that, had shown her more affection than she had thought was possible. Food... simple clothing... a hug...

She would do anything that her mother asked and win this war.

We will watch... but if she hurts you...

Inside the building, the young girl stuck to the shadows, white hair not giving her away in the slightest--nor the cream shorts. She was Assassin, and beyond that simply beneath the notice of anyone but Mother. Unless she made a move to fight, nobody would ever spot her, regardless of how much her colouration or anything she wore besides a black t-shirt gave her away.

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Thank you.

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That red's got bad contrast with the background. :T

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I couldn't comment. I already knew. :T

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Greetings from 4AM!

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\o/

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Calling Kirei a fake priest is the most hilariously inaccurate thing Shirou does.

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Johanna Faust

She had made it in time after all--her immediate consorting with the Overseer had made that clear. With some pairs yet to present themselves to the Church, it was possible that all had been successfully summoned already... but somewhat unlikely. Were it not for wanting to maintain a civil relationship with the most important non-participant in the war, the tall magus would have summoned then and there. Her patience had stretched to merely walking out and going around the back, in an empty copse that had yet to be converted to a graveyard or anything else.

Only age steadied her hand as she traced the complicated circle in dust--gems once infused with magic, ground up as a suitable material. It was too late to hope that somebody had yet to claim the strongest class... but regardless of having to settle for whatever came up, Johanna had every intention of putting her all into it. She refused to summon a weak representative of any class; should she be unfortunate enough to summon Assassin, then she hoped to get the progenitor of them all. Her sole hope was that someone had absolutely taken Caster--she would undoubtedly receive Faust if that was her class, and a Servant with such an easily guessed identity would be a hindrance.

Even for someone of her experience, one who routinely cut wordy spells down to a far more practical length, this was a ritual that she dare not skip over. It was exciting, like being an apprentice all over again, to recite an aria so solemnly, to let each word be treated with attention. The heated feeling of magecraft, of circuits opening to capacity--

It was a glorious rush, and the circle filled with light.

@Cu Chulainn