Themerlinhawk

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sorry for the short post. Fight scenes are really much better in collabs in my opinion.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Garrett

Themerlinhawk

Sir Garrett barely noticed the back up that had made it to the fight with Fanilly and the Giant of a man. As the Knight Slayer threw the captain Sir Garrett flanked him and swung his sword towards the man’s left leg aiming at the Achilles tendon. Following the cut he brought the sword in a smooth arc and swung it at the man’s clavicle aiming to remove the man’s man left arm by cutting through the joint since it lacked any kind of actual armor.

Catching the flash of light off to his left Sir Garrett launched himself to the right moving away from any kind of counter attack and out of the way of burning embers Sult had launched at the Knight slayer.

What a presumptuous name I think it is high time to teach you a lesson.

The thought surged to the front of Garrett’s already narrow focus as he prepared to fend off any sort of counter attack that the man launched at him. Regardless of how dangerous the Knight slayer was eventually the other knights would simply overrun him and Tyaetha wasn’t going to let Fanilly die. This fight was already over it was only a matter of time really.

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

nice..

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Sorry for the double post but i have to @Wind Wild

Shaylee

Name: Shaylee Carter
Alias/Nickname: Shay
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance:


Social Status:
Relations: Shaylee’s is one of the great-great-great-great Grandchildren of Howard Carter; the archeologist who found the tomb of King Tutankhamun. Shaylee’s family has a family tradition of sending their second child to study at Trinity College. Shaylee was not the exception and was sent to live in Ireland when she turned nineteen to study at the college. In her time there she sat through a guest lecture with Dr. Thomas Finch who had retired almost two centuries ago. After discovering in her third year that she was gifted in magic she sought out the Resurrection mage and moved in as a way to get him to tutor her. When Lazarus learned what magic she was talented in he quickly moved her and all of her possession from England and Trinity to Finch’s Loft in County Kerry to instruct her.

General Activity: Almost all of Shaylee’s time is consumed in lessons. In addition to a rigorous set of courses in Archeology to complete her MA in Archeology; Shaylee also studies the classics. Lazarus insisted that she be able to play music, draw, paint, speak at least two languages in addition to Gaelic and Ancient Egyptian (her choices were Arabic and Latin). When Shaylee is not training her mind she studies swordplay, parkour, and Wing chun under Lazarus direction as well as knowing how to use a variety of firearms. The last of Shaylee’s time is consumed in studying magic.

Abilities:

Necromancy- Shaylee is not naturally proficient with magic however, with the build up of essence in the world it appears to have caused a change in Shaylee’s abilities. Shaylee is a wholly new type of Necromancer: A Spirit Mage.

Lift the Veil- Shaylee’s essence sight allows her to see the dead in the form they existed in just prior to their death making her capable of identifying souls on sight. Shaylee can also read a souls thoughts simply by looking at it. This ability only works on souls which are not in a living person.

Call Dead- Shaylee can locate the recently dead and any dead who still linger due to negative emotions of bindings which are keeping them in a particular place.

Command- Shaylee is capable of commanding Ethereal undead. While she is yet to encounter a truly powerful shade Shaylee’s powers seem to be nigh unstoppable when it comes to damaged or weak souls

Linger- Shaylee can bind a soul to a particular object or location however unlike other necromancers Shaylee can allow the spirit to manifest and act within a set of rules that she sets for the shade

Create Geist- With angry or vengeful dead linger in the places where they died ready to unleash their rage on those unsuspecting persons who wander into their haunts. Shaylee is capable of directing these angry spirits freeing them from their haunts, arming them and pointing them in the direction she wants allowing her to use them as incredibly dangerous spirit soldiers.

Ectoplasmic Blade- The slow deterioration of damaged souls has begun to leave behind deposits of essence which Shaylee can force into physical manifestation. The substance is psychoreactive and capable of mimicking a variety of properties which the manifestor can impose upon the substance. Shaylee has only recently begun to make use of the Ectoplasm as Lazarus has sarcastically named the substance. Currently Shaylee is capable of manifesting a variety of bladed weapons and a few other simple manifestations of it.

Ectoplasmic bolt- Shaylee is capable of causing the material she manifest to become super heated which makes it an incredibly lethal and destructive substance which she can launch at her enemies. The impact is incredibly destructive and causes the substance to splatter like a magical napalm.

Possession- Shaylee has begun work on the ability to not only manipulate her own essence but that of the ghosts she encounters to force them into other vessels. Currently Shaylee can force the essence of Demons and Angels into weak willed humans. As her powers grow Lazarus speculates she may be able to switch bodies with or simply possess other bodies with her own essence as well as force human souls into angelic or demonic bodies. At this point it is merely speculation.

Wreath of Souls- Shaylee’s defensive magic of choice is to take lingering dead essence and form it into a semisolid shield around her to deflect incoming spells and projectiles. This spell requires more attention the longer she maintains it and the more solid it is. Shaylee can manifest it to swat away low speed kinetic projectiles, melee weapons and low yield energy based spells. Any more than that requires her to devote more attention and magic away from offense to her defense.

Evocation- Shaylee has a decent grasp of basic evocation magic.

Enforce Will- While not nearly as powerful as Lazarus ability to manifest his thoughts as kinetic force Shaylee is relatively capable of doing the same

Alchemy- Shaylee is a capable alchemist and has continued to develop her own style of Alchemy under Lazarus guidance.

Equipment:

Canopic Jars- Shaylee has taken to her heritage and makes use of a set of Canopic jars that Lazarus helped her to craft. They act as vessels for Shaylee’s servitor shades.

Mummification wraps- In keeping with her adopted style of magic Shaylee is capable of crafting sets of linen wraps which can be used to rapidly wrap an individual. They are much more durable than normal linen and can cover a person within a few seconds of the rolled up linen being thrown at the person.

Khepri- An alchemically grafted electrum and steel Khopesh which Lazarus helped Shaylee craft. The blade has be accelerated in it's hardening as Lazarus has refined his method for enhancing the properties of the metal. The core of the hilt is similar to Esperacchius as it can store essence for later use however the sword is not a Soul Vessel like Dracul is. Lazarus has purposefully kept the secrets of Dracul’s creation away from Shaylee as he has deemed it too dangerous for her to make use of. Khepri has been prepared for conversion into a Soul Vessel unbenounced to Shaylee.

Rings- Shaylee wears two rings on each hand which store kinetic energy. The rings are replicas of the rings that Lazarus wears and are also capable of releasing their stored energy in controlled bursts. Shaylee’s differ in that while Lazarus’ rings deliver the force in solid flat planes Shaylee’s deliver the force in focused points. While Lazarus can knock down a wall with a single punch Shaylee can put a thousand tiny holes in the wall causing it to collapse. The only drawback to Shaylee’s rings is that they deplete much more quickly as they divide the stored force into however many smaller points of contact that Shaylee needs

Personality: Will SHow IC

Biography:

Born outside of Stratford-upon-Avon Shaylee grew up on her parents estate which was a summer home of her great grandparents. Much of her instruction was delivered by a string of private tutors hired by her parents. After she finished her primary education she was packed up and shipped off to Trinity as a average member of the Carter family. While at Trinity Shaylee began to develope a minor magical talent but it never developed into something to write home about until she was attacked by a tormented spirit.

One night after classes Shaylee left campus to go drinking with some friends. The pub was subsequently attacked by an incredibly distorted Spirit of a local drunk who had recently been murdered and whom the police had failed to catch the killer. Shaylee found herself capable of seeing the poltergeist and when it came for her she was capable of repelling and then subduing the attacking spirit. Shortly thereafter Dr. Finch gave his lecture on Necromancy and ancient civilizations.

Shaylee decided that she would convince Lazarus to teach her magic if it was the last thing she did. After almost being killed by Finch’s Lofts defenses Shaylee made her case to Lazarus who upon learning of her unique gift agreed to take over her education on behalf of Trinity college.

She's another Ian so expect lots of character developement

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Welp, this thread just went on a rollercoaster.

Fanilly would probably explode with embarrassment the thought of an attractive older girl being into her any of those matters.

Anyway, waiting on @themerlinhawk at the moment before making an update.

For now...

@Zelosse: You've cleared up the issues I had, I think, accepted.

@VitaVitaAR

Gotcha, I was waiting on everyone to finish up since Sir Garrett's last post predated everyones most reccent batch of posts

Edit: Today is a writing day so this is on my list

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Lazarus is posted

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Grey Skies

Themerlinhawk

Lazarus

Day 1, Morning

A hard rain tapped against the closed windows as a storm blew by just beyond the panes of glass. The gust of wind threatened to throw the latched double windows open and disrupt the strange peace beyond them. The scattered beams of sunlight that sheared through the roiling clouds fell on a table with several empty breakfast plates on it. The teapot had long since gone cold and the cup that accompanied it had been abandoned half full as though something had pulled its owner away suddenly.

The rest of the room was in a similar state of atrophy the dying flickers of the fire in the hearth cast dancing shadows across the workspace. A volin lay all but forgotten against the legs of a wooden stool; ideal for preventing the musician from slouching while playing. The sheet music had been unceremoniously stacked; Irish reels, contemporary works and the classics had been jumbled together in the stack as though they were all one in the same to the musician who played them. Perhaps in the end they were as they had been abandoned by him for other works.

Light brushed against another half completed project. The tools of a sculptor lay unattended at the base of a piece of marble which was clearly being shaped into a human form. The carefully attending eye could tell that the rough strokes were in the process of shaping a female form before it too had been abandoned like some much else in the room had been.

Taking up the lion’s share of the room was the spattered work space of an artist. The man was completely absorbed in his work. Deft practiced strokes were finishing up the last of a portrait; it was a woman. Like so much of the man’s life the brush strokes that had painted a fair skinned beauty were only the surface of the real work. Every curve, every stroke and every drop of paint had tangled layers of essence woven beneath its surface. To the average observer the essence would make her all but life life in her appearance as though her caring eyes were reaching into the observer's heart and plucking at its strings. Beneath the pattern of essence that made the woman so beautiful and lifelike was another tapestry of essence. To those who could see it and experience it was a tangle of sorrow and longing woven through with memories of the woman.

A backless dress in a crowd of students and teachers as she wove through them, a goddess among mortals.

A single hand pressed to his chest as the open wound knit itself closed beneath caring fingers

The feeling of warm bare skin beneath his as they lay on the soft carpet of her office

An empty office devoid of the warmth that had once been there

A longing void where once there had been light

Setting the paintbrush down the man twisted his hands as he finished the layer of memories beneath everything, tying in the last of the imprinted feelings. Eyes of quicksilver flicked over the painting, identifying and correcting defects at an alarming rate. With a final twist the man sealed the essence into the painting and dropped his hands to his sides as the mercury drained from his eyes as the essence sight was released.

With a heavy sigh the man closed his eyes so he didn’t have to look at it anymore; slow tears dripped down his face as the feelings and memories rubbed at the wards around his mind. The feelings wormed their way around the protections pushing at him. Threatening to drag him back down.

Flicking his left hand Lazarus pulled a white sheet over the portrait of his beloved Hazumi as he turned towards an arm chair which sat beside the guttering fire. As shuffled over to it melodic Gaelic rolled off his tongue and the fire surged as Lazarus picked up another piece of wood and added it to the blaze. Flopping into the chair he quickly wiped away the tears. It would be no good for Shaylee to see him in this state. Every since the girl had turned up on his doorstep he’d had to do things differently. Infact every since things had gone all to hell he’d had to do things differently.

With a practiced motion Lazarus pulled something from his right pocket and began to turn it over in his hand with smooth practiced movements as he stared into the fire in front of him. Suffusing his eyes with the quicksilver again Lazarus toyed with the molecules of the log on the fire rearranging them by memory, transforming the structure of the cells so they resembled: oak, cedar, ash, spruce, willow. The ring in his right hand continued to turn over and over as his hands turned the piece of violet and silver metal end over end.

Finally blinking he tucked the ring away as he lowered the wards on his mind and began to search the house for his apprentice. Moving slowly down through the castle level by level he checked the kitchen, library, practice rooms, living rooms. When Lazarus finally found her he smiled. Shay was back at it again. Alchemy, she was no good at it but no matter how often she failed she always went back to it. Continuing to tinker and explore. Watching what she was working on Lazarus suddenly shot up off the chair. “Nononononono!” Turning he took off down the stairs out of his work room taking them two at a time in bare feet and fraying jeans as he raced down them. How did she get her hands on a copy of that volume?

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Okay so at some point here I will get the rest of the characters done and start in the IC, I just dont know when

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I'm not sure what happened in the last twelve hours or so but I think thats the most Anime references I've seen in a RP Guild thread..ever..

Not that I'm complaining but still that was a lot XD

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaARAll done!