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Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Woodstop & Area —

 

"If only all my foes had such resolve."

Even with her strength, such a blow would be difficult to block fully in these circumstances. Kallahar had intended to meet at least one of the foxes mid charge. With her sword still in motion she pivoted on her heel and let herself fall backwards, swinging upwards to meet the other blade edge on edge. With equal blades this would result in a great loss of durability for each of them. Int his case however there was only one outcome.

The upper two thirds of the Kukri blade sprang away and Kallahar complete her tumble onto her back with her free hand fastened in a death grip around the foxes neck.

"A battle well fought Rorryln Glean. Deaths Blessing."

Kallahar devoured the life from her and set the body aside as she climbed back to her feet. She was silent for a moment before turning to Lenore. She knew about the skill Blood-Starved, a blood knight having given here a bit of trouble in the past. That it had stolen her healing meant that Kallahar was no longer considered her ally.

"You've decided then? Wait here for the others in that case. It may be we must go our seperate ways now."

Kallahar turned without sheathing her blade and walked away from Lenore into the trees.

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

— Forest with @Raineh Daze —

Grimlit wasn't long in returning. He wasted no time in scooping the girl up and taking off at a run. "We're going to have to run now. They won't fall for that twice."

Well, they might, one should never underestimate idiocy. But it was much more likely they would stay as a single group, slowing them and giving him a perfect chance to escape. The lizardman drew his unfired pistol with his still somewhat gore spattered hand.

"You must be an orphan. I can't expect any common bandits to be willing to take on a pair of Alv parents for just a girl unless there was a whole lot in it for them. What's your name anyway?"

— 'Empty' Building with @VitaVitaAR —

Alto stood up, dropping the last charge into his bag. The first step was complete. Next came the hard part and finally the loud part. A segment of his mind, the portion that he considered insane with its conflicting memories shouted about the risk and likelihood of people getting hurt. he reminded himself that that was the entire point and they would shortly be at war.

One by one he moved around the perimeter of the room, removing the traps set on the ground floor. Once fighting broke out defenders might seek to fire from the upper levels. With that deed done he pushed open a side door to peek outside.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Candaeln —

The ill tempered knight eventually made his way down to breakfast. Even with food in front of him it appeared that maybe his foul mood extended beyond even his his physical pain. He ate slowly, as if in thought but by the time he finished his cup of tea had gone cold. Indrau spat out a curse and pulled his dagger, scratching a rune into the side of the mug. He pressed his thumb to it and closed his eyes for a second. After a moment steam began to rise from it once again.

— Candaeln —

Salz had stopped to watch the mismatched duel. She took the bundle of staves and, even blunted as they were, easilly stuck them upright in the ground. Though she had never actually fought with a weapon other than her spear on the battlefield Indrau had insisted she learn to use a sword as well to better learn how to fight against it. He had been a harsh teacher.

This was a good thing to do. Even if the knights all sparred one on one it would halp little when they had to fight as a group. They had little practice and it showed. Were she not injured it might have been interesting to take on a similar challenge on one side or the other.

"Dame Radistirin fights with a grace I've rarely seen."

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

— Forest with @Raineh Daze—

He set her down at the base of the tree and shrugged.

"It's hardly an army. I was joining warbands and hunting parties at 9. Now might be a good time to figure something out. Use your imagination. Now hold still and be quite if you aren't going to be useful."

With any luck some of them would have stayed at the camp. Grimlit took off back the way they had come at a job until he found a suitably large tree. Digging his claws into the bark Grimlit climbed up into the lower branches of the tree. He slowed his breathing and reached out with his senses while slowly drawing one of his pistols. They would be looking for him, the threat, and not the useless girl.

Soon enough he heard and then saw a half dozen horses. the paranoid part of his mind decided that there were a scouting group. Maybe they assumed that he was just a one man rescue mission but in reality there really was no reward in him rescuing the girl. What paid his bills was bounty hunting. An ambush, expecially when they were making a clean getaway might not be expected.

So, Grimlit waited until the lead rider was just past him and opened fire. By the time his pistol was empty the rear four riders were down. He leapt from his perch and tackled the second rider from his horse, raking a handful of claws across his throat even as he crushed the man against the ground.

Instead of staying to fight the lead rider had wheeled his horse around by now the fled back the way he came. Grimlit stood and shook the dripping gore from his claws. Protection work was a much easier paycheck. He made his way back to where he had left the girl.

— 'Empty' Building with @VitaVitaAR—

Alto sat on the ground of the empty building, wrapping together a bundle of explosives with it's time before dropping it into a dirty canvas satchel with the others.Of course it didn't exactly look like Alto Pederson. THe man in the warehouse was well dressed with light blond hair and a matching beard.

A part of his mind wondered at the insane situation he had found himself in. A sabateur on the eve of international war. Potentially the spearhead of an invasion. Alto paused in his work and pushed these thoughts out of his mind. This was instead to perfect, most right situation for him. No more blowing up bridges that would easilly be rebuit or trapping abandoned equipment. This one was going to be the big one.

Another charge was dropped into the satchel that was steadilly growing heavier.

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

Alto Pederson

Name: Alto Pederson (Joshua Hart)
Age: 26(22)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Original Appearance:

Current Appearance:

Personality:
Alto's overbearing personality have totally dwarfed that of the more meek and passive Joshua. While he may be slightly more mild he has the same disregard for safety and audacious attitude that made him good at his job. He will follow the letter of any order given but will bend the intent to suit his version of fun, often causing excessive amounts of collateral destruction. Alto tends to avoid wanton loss of life, his demolition is an art and should be witnessed by as many as possible.
Brief Backstory:
Joshua hart didn't lead a particularly interesting life. No decision was really his own and even after leaving home for university that really didn't change. Even his choice of engineering wasn't really his own. Perhaps that he was reincarnated into a soldier is fitting except this soldier is far from typical.
Alto Pederson is a sapper, saboteur, and a bit of a loose cannon. He'll sneak in ahead of an attack to pave the way and make things easier. The addition of Joshua's personality and memories did little to change him. Alto's personality was too strong but the newcomers knowledge helped him in his work. From sneaking into the Grandian Army at the age of 15, his career has been marked by a series of rapid promotion followed by explosions and demotions in that order. Somehow he has avoided any official punishment for his total lack of self control. He has earned the friendship of his peers by imitating and parodying any superior officer that has earned his ire.
Abilities: Pressure Manipulation. Alto possesses the ability to redirect and, to a lesser extent, create air pressure. Creating pressure, of course, involves gathering air and so is much easier. moving and directing existing air pressure is much easier. This allows him to direct and concentrate the force of his explosions.
Other more utility based uses for this involve deadening sound and short ranged flight.
Skills: Disguise: Alto is adept at changing his appearance to suit a given situation. To further this, he has the knowledge to produce makeup to change his facial features and the willingness to steal whatever props he might need.
Acting: To go with a disguise Alto has practiced mimicking people of various social roles and has been able to copy a given accent flawlessly.
Firearms: He is a passable shot, owing to a career in the military.
Explosives production and use: Alto is professionally trained in the use of explosives and can produce what he might need from raw materials.
Engineering: Joshua brings to the pairing the benefit of a full, modern, structural engineering degree.
Equipment: An array of explosives ranging from low powered distractions to demolition charges.
Origin: Our World

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

Another character!

Alto Pederson

Name: Alto Pederson (Joshua Hart)
Age: 26(22)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Original Appearance:

Current Appearance:

Personality:
Alto's overbearing personality have totally dwarfed that of the more meek and passive Joshua. While he may be slightly more mild he has the same disregard for safety and audacious attitude that made him good at his job. He will follow the letter of any order given but will bend the intent to suit his version of fun, often causing excessive amounts of collateral destruction. Alto tends to avoid wanton loss of life, his demolition is an art and should be witnessed by as many as possible.
Brief Backstory:
Joshua hart didn't lead a particularly interesting life. No decision was really his own and even after leaving home for university that really didn't change. Even his choice of engineering wasn't really his own. Perhaps that he was reincarnated into a soldier is fitting except this soldier is far from typical.
Alto Pederson is a sapper, saboteur, and a bit of a loose cannon. He'll sneak in ahead of an attack to pave the way and make things easier. The addition of Joshua's personality and memories did little to change him. Alto's personality was too strong but the newcomers knowledge helped him in his work. From sneaking into the Grandian Army at the age of 15, his career has been marked by a series of rapid promotion followed by explosions and demotions in that order. Somehow he has avoided any official punishment for his total lack of self control. He has earned the friendship of his peers by imitating and parodying any superior officer that has earned his ire.
Abilities: Pressure Manipulation. Alto possesses the ability to redirect and, to a lesser extent, create air pressure. Creating pressure, of course, involves gathering air and so is much easier. moving and directing existing air pressure is much easier. This allows him to direct and concentrate the force of his explosions.
Other more utility based uses for this involve deadening sound and short ranged flight.
Skills: Disguise: Alto is adept at changing his appearance to suit a given situation. To further this, he has the knowledge to produce makeup to change his facial features and the willingness to steal whatever props he might need.
Acting: To go with a disguise Alto has practiced mimicking people of various social roles and has been able to copy a given accent flawlessly.
Firearms: He is a passable shot, owing to a career in the military.
Explosives production and use: Alto is professionally trained in the use of explosives and can produce what he might need from raw materials.
Engineering: Joshua brings to the pairing the benefit of a full, modern, structural engineering degree.
Equipment: An array of explosives ranging from low powered distractions to demolition charges.
Origin: Our World

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

— Slavers Camp => Forest —

After the initial warning shots there was a pause that he used to push his head start. Seconds later more rang out as he hunched over to protect the child and present a smaller target. Grimlit had no doubt he could escape them on foot. Taking the time to mount their horses would also put them further behind.

There was another burst of rattling gunfire and a round took him in the back, causing him to stumble for a few steps before recovering. Now he was over the hill where the first sentry was and out of their line of sight. Grimlit cut to his left, towards a nearby forest. It might be an obvious location but it would give him an advantage.

"I thought Alvs were supposed to have magic. Couldn't you have incinerated them or something?"

He shouted, not regarding the fact that she was still gagged. He paused for a second and then stopped behind a tree to tear through the bindings with his claws.

@Raineh Daze

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

— Imperial Warren —

The mage sat on the ground and crossed his legs. He rested his chin in the palm of one hand.

"So you are from there, Tokyo. And how might my name end up on any list? Do you know it?"

He traced a line through the ashes with his finger, picking up a fragment of bone before discarding it.

"Well, I'm not. Not from there and apparently not from that world, or this one in case you were wondering. It has been dead a hundred thousand years or more."

Quick Ben added another line next to the first one and a third further away.

"We're in a Warren now, a place where magic comes from. It should be adjacent to mine but for some reason is now next to yours. I'm a little stranded right now."

@PKMNB0Y

Crescendo of Steel and Magic: An Isekai genre RP

— Slavers Camp —

A pale reptillian tongue flicked out, pulling what scents he could from the air. As opposed to the suit he would have worn in a city he was bared to the waist with just his weapons harness cutting across his chest. Grimlit hadn't eaten for three days but that wasn't any sort of problem, he could go a month if he had to. Well, it smelled like there was some sort of camp nearby and though they were taking care to not light any fires it wouldn't help to hide them from him. Whoever they were, it was likely they would have food.

There were even odds between having to buy or fight for it. Well, given the way things were going right now and how they were hiding things leaned a bit more towards the latter. It wasn't exactly unheard of for soldiers to desert and turn bandit when war seemed imenant and with the soldiers tied up near the border there was nobody to deter more traditional banditry. Either way, there may be a bounty in it for him.

Grimlit dropped onto all fours and lithely moved through the grass. His banded patterning helped him to blend in and many years of practice meant he disturbed it no more than a small animal would. Thirty paces ahead there was a sentry, his scent strong and, despite what care he had taken to hide, the heat his body made visible.

The lizardman circled carefully to the left, towards the mans dominant hand. It would be easier to pin his weapon from that side if he made any move to draw. But he didn't. Even with whatever careless alerted him the conclusion was inevitable. Without even giving him time to utter a cry Grimlit caught his neck in a powerful grip and tore out his throat even as he pushed him to the ground.

Grimlit remained prone for several of his slow heartbeats before moving again. Near the top he stopped again and slowly lifted his head above the crest. Seven tents and a cart with a cage. Ten horses. Slavers then, at least ten of them. Well, nine now but likely more. Not terrible odds for a sneak attack but nothing that should be rushed. If they had one sentry out then there should be more and the easiest way to find out would be to wait for a change of watch.

He settled back down on the crest and waited as the day grew warmer. What a nice morning to bask in the sun.

---

It had been nearly an hour before the changover. The hour of watching gave him a count of thirteen slavers, after he killed the replacement for the first one. He would have to move quickly before someone noticed that only five of the six sentries returned. He chose a route that took him behind a tent where he lifted the corner and killed the man inside leaving seven in the camp with another five outside.

His next move put him next to the cart. He looked above the edge to observe the rest of the camp and get a better look at the small girl they had taken. His original intent had been to slaughter the camp and disappear, letting the sentries live to send a message. Now his prioroties had changed.

Unfortunatly the cage was locked and she had been bound. Grimlit had little time to come up with a better plan but he was never one to hesitate. With a violent twist he tore the door from the cage, with another quick movement he reached in and twisted the chain, breaking it where it attached to the cage. It had been quick but that was all the time he had before being spotted.

There was a shout and a shot fired into the air so he grabbed the girl, still bound and took off at a run.

@Raineh Daze

Overlord : Advent of the Gods

— Woodstop & Area —

"Haha_hahahahahaha... Profane Auras, Deathwind... Unholy Strikes"

Her sword lashed out, batting a number of arrows out of the air even as a similar amount bounced off of her armour. The conjured blades, however, were more effective and caused a moderate amount of damage. Kallahar shrugged it off and once again aimed at the distant archers.

"Duskwave."

Necrotic energy projected out from her hand. Plants, insects and hiden animals died in it's wake, as did the pair of foxmen. Kallahar felt renewed as their life entered her body. The remaining clones would have felt the unholy wind pushing against them more strongly as the range decreased.

"Had you only attacked me I would have held true to our deal, perhaps not even using any magic. Leanore, chase down the rest."

Her blade lashed out horizontally even as more blades found her body. Two of the copies exploded but that too was almost unnoticed. The power of each strike dealt enough damage to easily heal what damage had been dealt.