Avatar of Raineh Daze

Status

Recent Statuses

5 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
7 mos ago
swish
8 mos ago
Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
2 likes
9 mos ago
Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
2 likes
11 mos ago
a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
2 likes

Bio

User has no bio, yet

Most Recent Posts

post
Shady doggo mage here.
Tyaethe


"It was probably a way of clearing up after loose ends, he just didn't expect the would-be assassin to give him up so easily," Tyaethe guessed, reaching up to absent-mindedly pat the princesses heads, "I find it unlikely that he could organise anything else on short notice or at a distance, but..."

The vampire looked thoughtful, regarding the court mage, "How are you at illusionary duplicates?"

"The back passage still comes out in the direction of Candaeln, right? Nobody moved the exit?" she asked, attention drifting to Adeforth, "The moat would keep out any spiritual attacks, and there's still over a hundred knights there with nothing else to draw their attention."

Not to mention easy access to her sword, or the chapel, or even the baths. It might not have the defensiveness against a siege, but if you wanted to avoid assassination attempts...

Elastasia


"Oh dear, the holy bird seems to like you..." Elastasia stated, watching the bird's choice of perch curiously. Was this information actually significant to any of the world's normal inhabitants? It could be mere happenstance that Mella was more appealing than any of the others around here--being marginally holier than a bunch of merchants and nobles might not be considered much of an achievement--but at the same time, it was a very definite preference...

Or maybe that was merely confirmation bias speaking. She knew why it was so attracted, therefore, to her, it was obvious. If she started acting on all the game knowledge to any real end, though, she'd get a reputation for uncanny prescience that would give out in such a short span of time, that would be quite annoying. And she really needed to start with something big before attention came to her, like making sure Reginald didn't go off and cause problems.

Maybe if he was encouraged to collect rare animals, they wouldn't need to depend on the Heroine's whims? That derpy-looking creature would be a good start.

And maybe one of the shopkeepers would get that dog off her brother. He wouldn't have anywhere to keep such a pet, no matter how friendly it was.

Down in the Mausoleum (Lower Floor)


Watching the ensuing decimation of the undead and the monstrosity, the shadow hovering in the back hastily threw a knife--hardly caring at what it was aimed, although with the smooth throw, it was going to hit somebody if not dealt with--and backed off towards the stairs, scrambling at something about their neck. Some sort of pendant, by appearances.

If anyone grew close enough--or had exceptional hearing--they would hear a man's voice, muttering. "Damon, you bastard... break it for a boost? How?"
Tyaethe


Seated in position, Tyaethe was perhaps the least ready to leap into action after the exorcism--but she needn't have worried, the other knights arresting the spirit's assault. Really, there wasn't much for her to do, lest she get in the way, wielding a weapon scarcely suitable for attacking into her allies. No, all she had to do was--

--Catch the princesses as they stumbled from being pushed to safety, easily supporting their weight in an arm each, despite the size difference. "You don't need to worry, we'll deal with this."

It was maybe more reassuring than it normally would be, the vampire reassuringly warm after the impromptu ceremony. Not the warmth of a body, but the warmth of a summer afternoon, of sunlight through glass. The lingering echoes of a goddess' power, converted from her own mana--the faster action the real advantage the magically-inclined had as priests.
Down in the Mausoleum


The strike for the string was avoided, whether by happenstance or design, as the vampire turned to face Serenity in profile. On the plus side, there was no reasonable way he could actually aim and fire it in such a position, making the weapon a rather distracting weight... well, for a normal person. For him, perhaps, it was merely something to keep in his other hand.

He was also laughing. Not an amused chuckle, but a full-throated laugh. If it hadn't been from an undead nobleman in the middle of a tomb, it would actually have been quite pleasant. "Relic of the past? My dear, you are simply another noble ingenue, repressing any desires you have to play the part of a good daughter. Put on a disguise some evening and go to the taverns adventurers frequent, or the inns merchants stay at. There are entire swathes of the population far more desperate and more forward than I."

Damon seemed happy to keep attacking in a relaxed fashion, keeping as much distance between them as possible. Always looking for a better angle to attack from, yet not pressing with all the speed and strength he obviously had. His form was marginally tightening up, if anything he was getting warmed up, but he was just probing at her defence constantly. Playing. Waiting for Serenity to do something.

@ERode
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet