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STATUS: I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography. 4 yrs ago
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
4 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
4 yrs ago
I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… If anyone's up for fighting some kaiju, why not try out my new RP, Godzilla: YATAGARUSU?
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The atmosphere inside the tavern could easily be summed up by some as warm and friendly, with a few exceptions of some rather shady-looking individuals off in the corners. The fireplace was roaring and filling the room with warmth, the tables were full of people in varying states of merriment and sobriety, and in general it seemed like quite the happy place. The girl tending the bar was a slight blonde, appearing to be no older then around seventeen, having only recently taken over for an older man to work her shift.
One particular patron, however, disapproved of just about everything around her. Tanya Palayan, her armor currently stored elsewhere, sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest. So many drunks. Certainly, her religion did not have anything against the consumption of alcohol, but Tanya definitely did. The taste, the state it left people in, she had nothing but disapproval for those around her. She did in fact radiate a strong field of irritation as she sat upon. Currently, the small paladin was not wearing her armor, instead only carrying her bastard sword, Repharion. The sizable blade was sheathed on her hip, or rather slightly higher in order to ensure it wouldn’t drag upon the ground.
In normal circumstances, Tanya would never be found in a place like this. It was too loud, too full of alcohol. To put it simply, she absolutely hated being in taverns and quite truthfully wished she was almost anywhere else. But the Paladin of Reon had an assignment, and it was an important one at that. And one of the … recommendations from the priestesses was that she seek further assistance in this task. As confident in her abilities as Tanya was, she eventually begrudgingly agreed that it would be for the best to have allies for this mission. With many of Reon’s loyal paladins aboard, Tanya had been instructed to seek those who may be willing to help her closer to her destination.
That is what lead the purple-haired girl here. The town of Balendale was not far from the ruin she intended to reach. It was a simple place, defended by a simple wooden wall surrounding it. She had heard many adventurers stopped at the place, for whatever reason.
Tanya had little excuse to put it off any longer. She had drained her mug of milk completely dry at this point.
Signing to herself, she got to her feet and climbed onto the bench, as to make herself more noticeable. Well, at least this would get potential applicants’ attention more quickly.
“I am a paladin of Reon, seeking to reach the deepest level of the Prison-Castle!” she declared. Indeed, there were few who did not know of what some people called King Haldric’s tomb. Indeed, the allure of the treasure that was rumored to litter it was something she was counting on. “If any wish to join me in this quest, speak now!”
Tanya paused. Now there were so many people looking at her… Grumbling under her breath, she looked away.
“… Or something.”
With that, she sat back down, arms folded firmly across her chest.
She knew it could only get more irritating from here. And yet… her duty was crucial. The thing that lurked deep within the Prison-Castle…
It had to be destroyed.
One particular patron, however, disapproved of just about everything around her. Tanya Palayan, her armor currently stored elsewhere, sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest. So many drunks. Certainly, her religion did not have anything against the consumption of alcohol, but Tanya definitely did. The taste, the state it left people in, she had nothing but disapproval for those around her. She did in fact radiate a strong field of irritation as she sat upon. Currently, the small paladin was not wearing her armor, instead only carrying her bastard sword, Repharion. The sizable blade was sheathed on her hip, or rather slightly higher in order to ensure it wouldn’t drag upon the ground.
In normal circumstances, Tanya would never be found in a place like this. It was too loud, too full of alcohol. To put it simply, she absolutely hated being in taverns and quite truthfully wished she was almost anywhere else. But the Paladin of Reon had an assignment, and it was an important one at that. And one of the … recommendations from the priestesses was that she seek further assistance in this task. As confident in her abilities as Tanya was, she eventually begrudgingly agreed that it would be for the best to have allies for this mission. With many of Reon’s loyal paladins aboard, Tanya had been instructed to seek those who may be willing to help her closer to her destination.
That is what lead the purple-haired girl here. The town of Balendale was not far from the ruin she intended to reach. It was a simple place, defended by a simple wooden wall surrounding it. She had heard many adventurers stopped at the place, for whatever reason.
Tanya had little excuse to put it off any longer. She had drained her mug of milk completely dry at this point.
Signing to herself, she got to her feet and climbed onto the bench, as to make herself more noticeable. Well, at least this would get potential applicants’ attention more quickly.
“I am a paladin of Reon, seeking to reach the deepest level of the Prison-Castle!” she declared. Indeed, there were few who did not know of what some people called King Haldric’s tomb. Indeed, the allure of the treasure that was rumored to litter it was something she was counting on. “If any wish to join me in this quest, speak now!”
Tanya paused. Now there were so many people looking at her… Grumbling under her breath, she looked away.
“… Or something.”
With that, she sat back down, arms folded firmly across her chest.
She knew it could only get more irritating from here. And yet… her duty was crucial. The thing that lurked deep within the Prison-Castle…
It had to be destroyed.
King Haldric's Prison-Castle isn't nearly that impressive. ^^; He has a few goblins hanging around in the ruins, some giant rats, and some mindless undead. He's been dead, insofar as anyone knows, for a long time, and the castle's pretty much a worn down ruin because he probably wasn't well-liked in his time with all the insane paranoia. The things living in it moved in long after his death, and not all the traps still work. Some still do though.
@Boomrocker: I know I've probably over-analyzed things previously and the whole paladin thing was a mistake since he is pretty different, but I was trying to suggesting alter the enchantment so it's more effective without being overpowered. I don't know, ice spikes on the spear or ejecting shards of ice into injuries caused by the spear.
I don't want people shifting their abilities around after the RP starts unless they come to me first, and I want your final(to start with) ability set to be in the bio when I start the RP. If you think that this is all nitpicking I'm sorry, but it's my stance as a GM. I want your abilities to be useful and I don't want people changing and editing things after their bio's accepted without talking to me about it first.
Judging your bio has not done anything to delay the RP. It will be starting today, relatively soon if everything goes as intended.
@Scrapula: As I have it planned it's not actually as challenging as it sounds. I do have some late-game dungeon ideas that are quite a bit more impressive and dangerous.
I don't want people shifting their abilities around after the RP starts unless they come to me first, and I want your final(to start with) ability set to be in the bio when I start the RP. If you think that this is all nitpicking I'm sorry, but it's my stance as a GM. I want your abilities to be useful and I don't want people changing and editing things after their bio's accepted without talking to me about it first.
Judging your bio has not done anything to delay the RP. It will be starting today, relatively soon if everything goes as intended.
@Scrapula: As I have it planned it's not actually as challenging as it sounds. I do have some late-game dungeon ideas that are quite a bit more impressive and dangerous.
Okay, freezing them solid upon stabbing would be too much, but this is almost too little, honestly. Um... hm. It's just that for a target that would survive a solid stabbing like that, it seems like having to stand there and wait for the ability to work and make sure that the spear stays in them wouldn't be as useful?
Maybe the ice should be an enhancer instead.
Maybe the ice should be an enhancer instead.
Is it instantaneous on piercing any target?
Also first dungeon:
Name: The Prison-Castle of the Mad King Haldric
Brief History: Outside the forest of Pelenn, on the edge of the great plains of Velt, there lies ruined walls and a damaged tower, which is the only sign of this dungeon's presence. Legend(and scattered historical records) say that this is in fact the entrance to the castle of the paranoid King Gregori Fel Haldric the Second, who deeply believed that nearly everyone around him plotted his death. He commissioned an underground castle, filled with all kinds of traps, in the belief that it would protect him from harm. While he did not realize it, the castle was much like a prison for the Mad King as well. Its deep darkness drove him to deeper and deeper madness. Even his closest servants and family fell deeply under suspicion. Soon enough, his wife and her children feared that Haldric was so deeply changed he would turn on them and order their deaths, and with the aid of the servants fled. Some believe that this blood runs in the Lord of Ithillin, but there is no clear proof of this matter. King Haldric cursed his family and the servants who aided them, and the servants who did not flee faced execution. Haldric's madness grew more and more, until not a single living soul remained within the Prison-Castle but the Mad King himself. He sought how to guard his life against any and all attempts on it. Who now knows if he succeeded? The Prison-Castle, however, lies in ruins. The Mad King kept much treasure deep below, much of it of great value. It seems that some new residents have entered after the king's apparent death.
Layout Summary: The Mad King's Prison-Castle goes down six levels, each a spiral of tunnels and traps. The final level holds the Mad King's great horde of treasure, and is also believed to be the resting place of Haldric himself.
Threats(Enemies, Traps, etc): Giant Rats-dog-sized rats that are not so threatening, goblins, mindless undead, and... something at the very bottom of the Castle. Various traps, from pitfalls to crushing walls.
Confirmed date for starting the RP is tomorrow, unless something comes up.
Also first dungeon:
Name: The Prison-Castle of the Mad King Haldric
Brief History: Outside the forest of Pelenn, on the edge of the great plains of Velt, there lies ruined walls and a damaged tower, which is the only sign of this dungeon's presence. Legend(and scattered historical records) say that this is in fact the entrance to the castle of the paranoid King Gregori Fel Haldric the Second, who deeply believed that nearly everyone around him plotted his death. He commissioned an underground castle, filled with all kinds of traps, in the belief that it would protect him from harm. While he did not realize it, the castle was much like a prison for the Mad King as well. Its deep darkness drove him to deeper and deeper madness. Even his closest servants and family fell deeply under suspicion. Soon enough, his wife and her children feared that Haldric was so deeply changed he would turn on them and order their deaths, and with the aid of the servants fled. Some believe that this blood runs in the Lord of Ithillin, but there is no clear proof of this matter. King Haldric cursed his family and the servants who aided them, and the servants who did not flee faced execution. Haldric's madness grew more and more, until not a single living soul remained within the Prison-Castle but the Mad King himself. He sought how to guard his life against any and all attempts on it. Who now knows if he succeeded? The Prison-Castle, however, lies in ruins. The Mad King kept much treasure deep below, much of it of great value. It seems that some new residents have entered after the king's apparent death.
Layout Summary: The Mad King's Prison-Castle goes down six levels, each a spiral of tunnels and traps. The final level holds the Mad King's great horde of treasure, and is also believed to be the resting place of Haldric himself.
Threats(Enemies, Traps, etc): Giant Rats-dog-sized rats that are not so threatening, goblins, mindless undead, and... something at the very bottom of the Castle. Various traps, from pitfalls to crushing walls.
Confirmed date for starting the RP is tomorrow, unless something comes up.
Anno, Wait How do you Work this Thing?
Anno took one step forward... and quickly realized just because she could activate the transformation, that didn't mean she knew how to use the weapons it granted her. Raising the sword, she waved it nervously, turning it over in her hands. She had to hurry up and help, but... how exactly did she fight with this?! Aside from blindly swinging, but that could hit one of the good people or something like that and she didn't want to do that at all! Maybe if she got up really close... yeah, that's what she'd do! She'd get as close as possible... and since she couldn't fly, she'd go for the girl instead of the bird, so she couldn't support it anymore!
Confidence swiftly returning, Anno took another step when the blonde girl from before suddenly smashed into the ground beside her. She lept back in surprise, then took a step towards her, leaning down.
"A-are you okay?" she asked. Anno hoped she was, she needed to help out fighting the girl and the bird... "... My name's Anno, not peaches. Why do you keep calling me that...?"
Until an edit is made, @Boomrocker's bio will not receive another review.
@Scrapula: In light of the edits she's fine, accepted.
@Scrapula: In light of the edits she's fine, accepted.
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