Themerlinhawk

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Sir Garrett

Themerlinhawk

As Marianne caught him eyeing her and her temper flared the barbarian Knight rolled his eyes and stood up from the chair. This was going to be a cluster if he’d ever seen one before; Turning he walked across the ballroom towards one of the other exits wasting no time. While he was certainly not ready to go to war The Ash was. Moving through the nobles once again he pushed through the doors of the ballroom making a beeline towards the stables where her had left his charger.

With practiced motion Sir Garrett pulled the long coat he was wearing off his huge frame and folded it over one arm. Striding into the stables he looked left then right before locating his horse. Passing surprised stables hands he walked right up to his horse. Taking the Ash’s reins he lead the horse from the stables and into the open air. While the Ash was lacking Sir Garrett’s full set of weapons the big horse was sporting some of Sir Garrett’s more off color weapons. Plucking a large broad bladed single edged weapon from the horse's saddle Sir Garrett belted the wipe blade to his left hip. The weapon would be next to useless against armor but it would go through, bone, muscles and leather like butter. Unbundling a set of thick boiled leather pieces Sir Garrett pulled on a set of hardened leather armor over his dress clothes. Again not his preferred choice in armor but it would suffice given that they were fighting throw a tomb of undead.

Reaching up he lifted a broad blade spiked boarding axe from its straps on the Ash’s saddle. Between it, his own axe and the sword it should provide sufficient killing power for the undead. Humming to himself Sir Garrett contemplated before he removed the axe at his hip and slid it into the Ash’s saddle. Removing the flanged mace from the right side of the Ash’s saddle Sir Garrett nodded. The blunt weapon would be of more use against creatures that were not injured through normal methods. Crushing impacts could incapacitate more efficiently. With his arming complete Sir Garrett put his coat back on over the leather armor and returned to the ballroom.

Striding back through the nobles they were even faster with parting from his way now that he held a hefty boarding axe in his left hand. Tonight had been a real mess but at least now things were getting interesting. Using his right hand Sir Garrett plucked his leather gloves from his belt again and tugged them on over his right hand using his teeth before switching the axe to his left and repeating the process. This was going to be an ugly fight. Undead. Underground. Sir Garrett fought off the hellish thoughts that fluttered at the edges of his consciousness.

Are you afraid dear brother

Sir Garrett approached the group of Knights again. “Give the word Captain.”

Turning he searched the crowd for Marianne. A pity, he really shouldn’t have gawked given her temper. That and it hurt her opinion of him. Something Garrett had discovered during the walk back that he actually cared about.

@harinezumikouken@VitaVitaAR

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaARThat certainly makes sense. An interesting choice for the world. Thank you for sharing

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaARNah not asking you to change I just didnt realize how small the divinity in this world was i personally use something along the lines of 40 divines for my own setting so its an interesting take from my perspective.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@VitaVitaAR@RinCan i ask why that is the one thing that is invariable? And im not trying to be tenacious im just curious why that ONE thing would NOT very

Edit: sorry im big on philosophy and religion so this is a personal curiosity thing

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@RinI was under the impression that religion in general varied greatly across different areas but it was generally related to or based on the two goddesses.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@IceHeartOkay that was rhetorical. So basically my understanding is that the church doesnt have a specific doctrine and that it actually varies across the whole of the world. I would assume it would be simple enough for it to vary within Thaln? that seems like a really specific detail which could very easily vary

hell the religious doctrine in the world right now varies enough as is

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Can i ask something before Iceheart dips?

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Alright guys I'm gonna get caught up after work sorry for the brief disappearance. Had to do some writing for a slower paced rp

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

Oh no lol

Essence of the World: Cadence [Always Open]

Grim Nemisis

Themerlinhawk

Ian

Day 1, Morning

There is at least a dozen of them eight humans and four Angels. She’s not in there.

Hunter. Kill.

Shut the fuck up Namshiel

Kill you.

Holy shit did you hear that? He can form sentences

Come on Ian I want to play. FUCK THEM UP ALREADY!!!

Calm down. This is an art you dumb whore.

Ian exhaled slowly as he sighted down the scope of his .50 Caliber rifle. The progress in technology certainly had its benefits. The scope he was using peeled back the exterior of the warehouse he was looking at. Combine that with the application of a heat filter allowed him to see exactly where the people inside the warehouse were standing. It was going to be like shooting fish in a barrel. Shifting on the rooftop, the man reached back and pushed the rifle strapped across his chest off to his right side so that he could aim more comfortably in the composite body armor he was wearing.

3..
2…
1….
Squeeze

The first shot was a beauty as it blew the head off one of the angels. The crack of the high caliber rifle was unmistakeable even with the suppressor on the rifle. With a vicious motion Ian reloaded the weapon sending the massive casing flying into the abyss between the buildings as he shifted his position to track one of the other figures. Another crack and it took the arm off of one of the weapons dealers. Another casing, another shot. The rifle’s tempo was sporadic as Ian maneuvered to follow the figures within the building. With his last shot expended he heaved the rifle down off the ledge of the rooftop. Picking up a tube off the rooftop he snapped open the M72 rocket launcher and put a gaping hole in the side of the building. He’d had to modify the rocket in question as it had been originally designed as an anti armor weapon which had given quite the necessary knockdown power for the wall he’d had in mind.

With a quick flick of his wrist Ian dumped a coil of cable off the side of the roof. As it uncoiled Ian reached down to his left side and swung a collapsable grenade launcher up from where it hung on his left side. With a smooth motion he fired it in an arc so that it bounced through the hole he’d just put in the wall. It was a flash bang. As he hooked himself onto the rope and began to descend the building into the alley was he heard the grenade go off and then he heard the swearing begin. Smiling to himself he slid the rest of the way to the alley way where he unhooked himself from the rope. Taking an impact grenade from the back of his belt he reloaded the grenade launcher before snapping the rifle up from his right side and sprinting towards the opening in the side of the building.

As he closed in on the building he reached up and lifted a thin fire scarred mask into place over his face. It immediately seized onto his face bonding with the skin. Boney protrusions exited his skin near his joints as his muscles rippled and became more dense as he bonded with the demon’s essence. With a snarling heave Ian lept through the opening as he reached up and pulled another mask down over his face. The heavy material fit his face nicely so it did not limit his vision but concealed his appearance. It had also become part of who he’d turned into lately.

The first two humans he came into contact with were quickly dispatched with a single round through the head as they were still trying to recover from the effects of the grenade. Turning he scanned the rest of the building and sniffed. Angel on the left. Ian drew the handgun on his left hip and held down the trigger without looking. The barrage of bullets ripped into the angel all but cutting away part of its face. Ian ejected the magazine before replacing the handgun. Putting his left hand back on the rifle he began to slowly stalk the stacks of crates. There were still two more humans and at least one more angel. The humans were of no consequence; it was the angel who mattered. Stepping around a set of boxes Ian put a half a dozen bullets in the back of one of the humans who collapsed forward. One of the others was standing across from him. The arms dealer turned his gun on Ian. Leaping forward Ian kicked the corpse across the room at the still living human. The corpse slammed into him and Ian swung the grenade launcher up before firing the impact grenade into the two humans. The resulting explosion of wood shrapnel and partially vaporized body parts caused him to bring his arm up to shield his face from the blast.

As he took his arm down he was forced to jump backward and draw one of the blades on his back. The Angel had been hiding on top of one of the boxes. The dark haired angel swung her sword down on his blade as he parried it aside and drove his kevlar armored fist into the side of her face causing her to spit blood and teeth as it impacted just above her jaw. With a scream of pain she lashed out with the double handed long sword she was carrying. Kicking his hips back Ian passed the blade again and kicked her in the sternum. The force of the kick cracked her sternum and sent her crashing through one of the partially destroyed wooden boxes.

Walking after his victim Ian drew his second pistol and as she moved to grab the blade he shot the Angel with four controlled auto fire bursts which mangled her arms and legs below the knee.
Putting his foot on her chest he bore down on the Battle Angel. His heightened senses could pick out the complaint of her ribs as his weight settled on her.

“Where is Lashiel.” Ian didn’t bother with any sort of pretense. They both knew who he was.