Raineh Daze

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

Being so much fresher, and still armed, the zombie reacts considerably more than the rest of the necromancer's undead… but either it's still been too long, or her skill leaves something to be desired, as its attempt at deflection just gets the sword stuck halfway through cutting its arm, the standard legion armour not able to hold up to the elven blade. The necromancer, for her part, tsks and swaps strategy: rather than send out a bolt of fire, why not just a constant stream? It's admittedly less damaging, especially given your own racial resilience, but it doesn't seem that your magical shield protects from this…

Lanessa stands unbothered behind a raised hand, a faintly shimmering ward absorbing the flames with even less effort than the bolt you had dodged.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Two days later, and Miina still couldn't help but sulk over her failure. The dispel had worked perfectly, but her ability to follow through was terrible, and unfortunately the betrayer got away. Now, of course, the entire country was up in arms over them; how was that fair? They hadn't done anything all that bad. None of them had a way to stop the Grovemaster from just healing everything away as soon as the coast was clear (and it would be very clear indeed after Leviathan).

But sulking wasn't practical, and cleaning and drying her clothes was important. Probably not the most dignified use of magic, but with a bit of needlework too, she'd have her fancy clothing all patched up by the time they needed to be in a city again or something. And this way, if anyone really needed to go exploring out in the wilderness, she'd at least blend in beyond the hair colour, it'd be fine…

Well, it was easy enough to justify her choice of dress after the fact while she was making sure this looked good.

At Izayoi's question, the small Mystral looked even more like she'd bitten into a lemon, but sighed and gave an answer. “N-Not far, a few d-d-days at most if th-they've moved. Zeke and I c-came out here a few times. Th-That will put us back t-towards Osprey, though…”

Really, she could only wish that this was a fishing trip or an excuse to just practice ice magic, but no. Fate of the world and she was probably even further from her brother after all this mess.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

Oh. That was… that was a lot of centipedes! But, more worryingly, something behind it, and she couldn't see! Also, carrying a girl had to be super awkward, so if she could be… hmm, yes, she could do that, right? She was a fox with nine tails, and that came with certain prerogatives. For instance, being a fox. Foxes were quite small, and much more easily held while facing the other direction.

Hopefully the pretty lady didn't drop her when Hikari turned into an actual fox in her hands, complete with a still excessive amount of tails, and made an attempt to scramble up onto her shoulders. "I'll look back and say if I see anything!"

Oh, she could still talk normally? That was handy.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

As soon as you go through, the necromancer on the other side spins around and releases a fireball in your direction – unfortunately, there was no way that anyone could possibly have missed the sounds of combat and conversation in such a small cave, and sure enough, she seems to have been preparing for your entrance. Middle-aged, verging on elderly, and dressed in stained robes… the woman doesn't cut an imposing figure, but the damp patches and fluids staining her sleeves and hands show well enough what sort of work she's been up to.

While everything so far had been various levels of heavily decayed, the necromancer's latest creation is almost-fresh, if it weren't for the sallowness of the skin seen through their helmet, it might almost be mistaken for someone still alive, although this raises the question of how she possibly managed to find and drag off a member of the Legion to become a zombie.

The last of her undead raises its bow, but Lanessa seems to at least be finished with simply observing, the streak of lightning shooting through the air a testament to that. That puts down the skeleton, and just leaves you with your opposition.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Fighter's Guild

The woman lets out a chuckle when Brulhaus presents the flyer, shaking her head. “We all recognised you. I was even in the Arena for that last fight.

“But that is the problem that the Guild finds itself in,” she almost immediately sobers up, “While it is reassuring that you wish to join, let me be blunt: all of you, as a whole, are too good. Brulhaus is an Arena grand champion. Even now, High Rock's knights are a familiar enough sight we can spot a questing squire a mile off, and you,” at this she looked at Colcette, “Clearly aren't. I might not recognise what orders the other two belong to, but neither of you hold yourselves like someone playing dress-up on Daddy's Septim.”

She folds her arms and sighs, “Normally, anyone who joins would at least spend some time doing the simple jobs until we could trust them to take on something more important, or sensitive. Sending any of you to do pest control would be an insult, but we can't trust you not to undercut us if left independent.”

A young man, hovering by the door until this point, comes through with a sheaf of paper. “So, the guildmaster has tasked me with accompanying you on your first jobs. We've had a request for an expedition lined up for a Dwemer ruin out in the Alik'r for a while, and you might be the free muscle we need to embark.”

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Market

The Argonian looks up, surprise across… his face? Ah, seems like a "his", although it can be hard to tell with them. Still, he recovers quickly, and gives a half-hearted shrug. “If there was a good library, business would be better, no? More appreciation for the arcane. And less trouble when you read something of actual worth.”

The sharp teeth of a lizard's smile is never a particularly friendly thing. “The guards don't like it if they think you might summon daedra in the market. Now, what can I do for you?”

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

Hang on? Right, sword sheathed so she could do that and—

Ah, what the fuck? What was going on in Edren that they had people just trying their hardest to go through this vertigo all the time and then just… land. Like it was nothing. Did Galahad have knees? She was pretty sure he had knees. Probably. Had they just been… replaced or something? They were jumping and she still had time to think about anything before landing and at the same time they weren't going to just splat in the ground like it was nothing?

Okay that was enough panicking they were on the ground and thoroughly not splatted. Good. She could ask more about Edren's magical knees later. Or maybe never. Maybe once she worked out a way to land on her own.

Ah, Galahad had an escape plan, of a sorts. That was good for him, but Miina didn't really have the heart or the attention to spare to tell him that there wouldn't be a point she was ready to leave. They were just too surrounded for it to be practical without the Mystral abandoning her goal, and the betrayer had to pay. She was barely armoured in comparison to himself and surrounded by enemies, it was hopeless.

Not that the Kirins as a whole seemed in a position to fare better. They were outnumbered, worn down, and even if they got rid of Ysolde, her protections wouldn't instantly stop. Izayoi and Rudolf were doing their best to break through the line, so maybe one or two of them might be able to slip away in any confusion and continue to deal with the Blight. It wouldn't be her problem at that point.

She had to dive on all fours to avoid a swing before the dragoon engaged with the surrounding Templars, taking just a second to pull out her knife before resuming her weaving to get close to the target. It just felt more comfortable for doing something like this, that was all.

Miina wondered if the Grovemaster would appreciate the irony? It wasn't really a spell she'd ever think to use, but it was the only one that made sense in this situation. And she even had Isolde to thank for putting the idea in her head in the first place. There the Solan woman was, all the redhead had to do was reach her with her free hand and—

"Dispel."

If it worked… she had the knife in her other hand, right? If nobody had anything better, at least.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Tyaethe and Fiadh

“Darling…” the niyar's eyes flitted between Fionn and the fairy queen, even as she seemed more excited than concerned by his destruction of her guardian. At least, the green-skinned fae was proving to be surprisingly good at hiding her worry – up to the point that she abruptly busied herself in the engaging task of fixing Fanilly's hair problem.

The blonde would probably have preferred it if someone had just cut it short, rather than the fairy tagalong choosing to busy herself in tying it up so that it would stay out of the way. But Fiadh had the right idea, in Tyaethe's opinion; no sense in spurning what your host thought was an exciting addition and this wasn't the sort of thing that came up every day.

So, what was she good at? Eh, that was simple.

“I'm only any good at fighting, if you don't have an interest in Reonite liturgy,” the vampire said, embarrassed smile on her face, “I've killed dragons, griffins, manticores, more undead abominations than I can count…”

She tilted her head, “I've fought unseelie knights by the score, too. Could never get Rozenalt pinned down long enough to finish that part of it but we had fun.”

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Hikari

Hikari made an involuntary yip as she was picked up. This… how long had it been since she was small enough anyone might be able to do this? It was embarrassing! She was an adult and didn't need to be carried around, short legs or not! She would have thought that the expansive dress – definitely not something that the previously-alive Abe Hikari would have ever thought about going out in – was a detriment to that, but it had so far proved remarkably easy to get around in, and she just knew that there would be no problem despite the addition of so many fluffy appendages.

Except if she took it off, for some reason? That seemed strange. What odd instincts a small fox body had.

"H-Hey! I can run fine on my own!" Also, it would be less embarrassing. Doubly so because it was a pretty lady carrying her around.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Miina Malina

See! This was why you just struck first, before the other person had more time to prepare and get everything in place – like, for instance, deleting your backup straight away so that it was just your tired group. Yes, they had been winded, and she hadn't been in any position to run, but that wasn't the point. Being on the receiving end tended to disrupt your plans and buy that time anyway.

And now they had all been layered up with magical boosts and protections. That was just… unfair? Well, no, her weakness in comparison wasn't unfair, that was Miina's own flaw. Plus, there was still an age gap to consider, she just wasn't measuring up to even the youngest Grovemaster in any regard, magically. Eugh, and there was no way she could just copy the dispelling, that was too much but…

Hm. Yeah, her ribs were healed enough, she could stop that for now, if they survived it could be tomorrow's problem. Esben and Rudolf were still trying to talk over a solution, Robin was too optimistic and idealistic… the Mystral couldn't say she had a great read on how Arton and Ciradyl were taking this, and Ciradyl wasn't useful anyway. Eliane, too, was ranged. But Galahad and Izayoi…

Right, Galahad first, quietly so it wouldn't carry all the way. Assuming none of those spells secretly gave amazing hearing… it was probably a safe assumption that hadn't been improved before arrival, they'd been very loud. "If w-we can get in close, I c-can maybe remove her protections."

Right, Izayoi next. If she had time. And they didn't shoot her for moving around behind all the buff warrior types. Just a little cat in a fancy outfit, don't mind her while she looks like she's checking on everyone's health, right?

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

Fujiwara no Mokou

"I don't need one," Mokou answered with a shrug. Well, sleeping was ''good'', but it wasn't like any of the negative effects of skipping it would catch up to her. Kind of like going without food; it would get extremely annoying to go a long time without sleeping, but it wouldn't really do much harm. Something of a useful skill when you didn't want youkai eating you in the night, or people trying to work out the curious string of arson and murder that they couldn't catch…

"If the orb the hermit's keeping is anything to do with it, their plans are going to be set back even more."

Or it'd just cause havoc as some angry magician tried to get their stuff back. If it was Gensokyo, it'd obviously be the latter, but it seemed a bit less likely to happen here. Slightly.