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Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

Rook absentmindedly pulled a deck of cards from his pocket, shuffling through the pack. Two of them he tucked back into his pocket and the rest he pulled out one by one and snapped in half. Lord of Red, White King, Queen in Chains, Castle of Four Waters... and many others, none of which he would be needing again.

He felt slightly bad for the scaled girl, she seemed to be putting in a lot of effort here. He watched her as he snapped the rest of the useless cards and dropped them around his feet. He laid and hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword and inclined his head.

"A challenge? I accept, if only for the sake of demonstration."

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Indrau dismounted from his carriage, his brow creasing at his left leg took his weight alone on the step for a moment. His formal attire matched a dark shirt and trousers with a long white and blue leather coat cut similarly to what he wore the day before, but lacking the metal plates and chain to armour it. Instead it was lined with blue silk. His eye patch was similarly replaced with a lion embossed black leather version.

He tightened his grip on his cane, leaning on the ivory and rosewood walking stick that hid a three foot blade of pattern welded steel. Despite the request that the knights come armed, he couldn't justify carrying a sword as long as Silence in a possibly crowded room. Instead he carried the cane sword, which while smaller was no less formidable and equally endowed.

He was only slightly late as he made his way into the castle, pausing slightly as her was announced. The iron shod cap of his cane tapped out his pace on the floor. He looked about for the captain, confidently waving a servant over for a drink.

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

He turned to glance at a dragonlike girl who had emerge from a bush only to summarily fall on her face. He was about to restate his question in a more pointed manner to her when his attention was stolen from the appallingly clumsy girl.

He turned to see the most doomed attempt to look down on someone from such a low height he had ever seen. He had his fair share of dealing with nobles and heads of state, many of them paying him to wage war on the lands of other nobles and states. With this one he had great difficulty in not asking her where her parents were, despite the fact that she had dropped out of the sky along with him and the others.

In fact, the difficulty was so great that he failed. Rook got down on one knee, bringing himself more at a height with the girl. "Hi, are you lost? Where are your parents?"

@Styrgwyr

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Indrau stood watching the maids interactions with eachother for a moment before straightening and grabbing his cane. Instead of approaching to help, which usually leads to tears from the blue haired girl, he took a couple of steps to the door that Alaree had just exited through and slid his cane through the handle, effectively locking her inside.

He glanced back to the other two maids and smiled.

@VitaVitaAR

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

It wasn't the first time he'd fallen. He had been thrown from fortress walls, cliffs, and once from a waterfall. This was his first time falling from such an extreme height however, but he treated it just the same by drawing his blade and calling forth his armour of ice and encasing himself in ever increasing layers to hopefully protect him from the approaching ground.

Suddenly his entire view was filled with scales, too smooth for a dragon and brilliantly white. As he fell the extreme cold of his armour condensed the air around him, leaving a trail of mist to mark his descent. And then the wall of scales suddenly stopped and he bounced off of it, tumbling to the ground.

He climbed to his feet, wreathed in fog as his armour of ice sublimated away.

"I hope that wasn't intentional!"

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

Character Sheet

Name: Rook 'Cold Iron' Hollander, Commander
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality:
Rook is patient and generous leader, each soldier under his command being a part owner in the legion. He gets deeply involved with people, but becomes cold in the midst of combat with the need to distance himself from his men and the consequences of his actions. As unsuitable as his compassion is for his profession, he strives to make the best of it, using strategies to minimize loss where possible.
Abilities:
Rimewind Blade: A near mythical sword given as a gift at the resolution of a campaign far to the north. Drawing the blade coats the wielder in supernaturally tough ice, protecting them from harm but still allowing movement. The ice is self repairing but because of the extreme cold it can only be used for relatively short periods of time. THe increased mass of ice also comes with strength to match.
Seers Gamble: a deck of cards hand painted on wood by Rook. They are black on one side and feature people, places or ideas on the other. By dealing a spread he can infer things about the subjects on the cards and their relationships to each other. He can add cards by painting new ones himself and can speak directly through the cards to those that he has a closer relationship with.
Skills:
Rook prides himself on his strategy and skill in command to lead himself to victory. He is also a match with a blade for any of his soldiers.
He is a skilled painter, having done the work on all of his cards himself.
He has picked up a myriad of other skills, ranging from agriculture to civil engineering by taking on side projects between conflicts and helping populations to recover after a costly war.
Backstory:
The world Rook is from world where professional, mercenary armies have supplanted standing armies for the nations of the world. These forces adhere to a chivalric code of professional conduct. They protect civilians, minimize damage to infrastructure and treat each other civilly.
Rook is the commander of the iron legion, versatile fighters that act as shock troops and skirmishers in their leather and chain armor. He came up through the ranks, showing competence and taking leadership when taking command and avoiding a rout after the death of the previous leader. He used his particular abilities to tremendous effect.
They take on jobs ranging from stand up warfare to simple law enforcement and tax collection.
Origin: Isekai

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Indrau almost, but not quite, audibly groaned. He had hoped to not encounter the maids here, optimistic that perhaps they might be with Fanilly upon her return. Those hopes were dashed with the scene he walked in on. Unfortunately they noticed he was there before he could make a swift withdrawal, interrupting whatever they were doing just to greet him despite how often he had told them not to.

"I would like to have a light meal to take to my rooms."

If they hadn't been present he would have simply prepared something himself but since they were already there it was better not to. He had already made the blue haired one cry in the past by attempting to help with the cooking. Of the three the pink haired one bothered him the least, if only because she was lazy enough to be content in letting him actually do things for himself.

He walked over to a counted and leaned against it, crossing his arms and letting the cane rest against his thigh.

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

After a lot of false starts...

Character Sheet

Name: Rook 'Cold Iron' Hollander, Commander
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:

Personality:
Rook is patient and generous leader, each soldier under his command being a part owner in the legion. He get's deeply involved with people, but becomes cold in the midst of combat with the need to distance himself from his men and the consequences of his actions. As unsuitable as his compassion is for his profession, he strives to make the best of it, using strategies to minimize loss where possible.
Abilities:
Rimewind Blade: A near mythical sword given as a gift at the resolution of a campaign far to the north. Drawing the blade coats the wielder in supernaturally tough ice, protecting them from harm but still allowing movement. The ice is self repairing but because of the extreme cold it can only be used for relatively short periods of time.
Seers Gamble: a deck of cards hand painted on wood by Rook. They are black on one side and feature people, places or ideas on the other. By dealing a spread he can infer things about the subjects on the cards and their relationships to each other.
Skills:
Rook prides himself on his strategy and skill in command to lead himself to victory. He is also a match with a blade for any of his soldiers.
He is a skilled painter, having done the work on all of his cards himself.
He has picked up a myriad of other skills, ranging from agriculture to civil engineering by taking on side projects between conflicts and helping populations to recover after a costly war.
Backstory:
The world Rook is from world where professional, mercenary armies have supplanted standing armies for the nations of the world. These forces adhere to a chivalric code of professional conduct. They protect civilians, minimize damage to infrastructure and treat each other civilly.
Rook is the commander of the iron legion, versatile fighters that act as shock troops and skirmishers in their leather and chain armor. He came up through the ranks, showing competence and taking leadership when taking command and avoiding a rout after the death of the previous leader. He used his particular abilities to tremendous effect.
They take on jobs ranging from stand up warfare to simple law enforcement and tax collection.
Origin: Isekai

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

He wiped his blade clean on the shirt of a dead bandit before sheathing it. He stood solemnly over the battlefield for a moment and then turned to return to his mount. The well trained warhorse didn't shy from the scent of the blood that cover the front of his coat and his arms to the elbows. It was also disciplined enough to keep its place in formation on the road back to Aimlenn, letting him doze in the saddle.

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Indrau winced as he dismounted, leaning on his horse as he pulled his cane from it's spot on the back of his saddle. He handed his mount off to a groom and limped into the main building, practically stabbing at the floor with his cane. The ride back had left him sore and irritable but the one saving grace was that he had caught a few moments of rest. He had once considered renting a cart but his pride wouldn't allow it. Imagine, an elite knight riding to battle in the back of a cart.

In his room he stripped off his vambraces and coat, tossing them onto a table to be cleaned later. Indrau washed his hands in a basin of water and then threw on a fresh shirt. He left his room a handful of minutes later, heading to the kitchens to see if he could acquire some food without any troublesome maids trying to serve him.

@VitaVitaAR

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Visiting the crime scene was something that he, as a bodyguard, was personally against. If his mistress had been taking this less seriously he might have suggested that she stay at home with Saturday while he made his own investigation.

So he held his tongue and straightened his posture and moved closer to the door. A thought crossed his mind after mulling over one of Grains earlier remarks.

"Could the killer be attempting some sort of divination of their own with the organs? I think there's little else we could discover through discussion, let's be on our way.