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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. 3 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.
3 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
3 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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Hundi mages were totally a thing beforehand though. ^^; They're not limited to warrior classes, it was more lore issues then outright class stuff.
In any case I'll look into your bio shortly.
In any case I'll look into your bio shortly.
And here we go!
Like I said, if you haven't finished your bio yet you can still sign up, I'll help you get started.
Like I said, if you haven't finished your bio yet you can still sign up, I'll help you get started.
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.
It was a few hours later that they arrived at the crumbling ruin that was all that remained of what was once the castle of the land's former ruler. They had been introduced to one another as needed on they way, and Tanya had contributed a bit of backstory on the ruin they would be visiting, at least what she knew beyond mere legend. The tale of the Prison-Castle of the Mad King Haldric was an unpleasant one, filled with paranoia and insanity. The former ruler of the lands surrounding the Castle, King Grigori Fel Haldric, was driven mad by the paranoid belief that there was something plotting to end his life. He commissioned an underground castle, filled it with traps, and slowly drove away or executed all those who remained with him. Eventually even his family had fled. Rumor had it they escaped to the neighboring country of Ithillin. To be frank, Tanya's chief knowledge of Ithillin was in the excellence of their pastries. Regardless, it was not long after this that Telrun, the country Haldric had once ruled, was absorbed into Velt due to their lack of leadership.
Regardless, that was not the important matter at hand. The Prison-Castle was filled with undead, and other unpleasant creatures such as Great Rats and goblins. The undead, worse then merely being reanimated corpses, were often former guards with some shred of intelligence remaining that lead them to be able to fight more competently than most would expect. Worse still, the castle was filled with many still-working traps. However, Tanya was unconcerned with this. She had a strong faith in her own ability to reach the bottom floor unscathed and slay the evil that was dwelling at the bottom of the castle.
The others she was not so sure of.
The gate was crumbled into nothingness, the gatehouse little more than mossy bricks scattered across the ground. However, the tower remained. At least in part, the top floor was a shattered remnant of what once was. The door remained, the paint long since flaked away, but it still stood, tall and imposing. Even if Tanya had not known of the trap laid in it...
Certainly, the skeletal remains with a hole punched cleanly through the skull would have informed her.
"... You'd have to be an idiot to try the front door," began the purple-haired paladin, turning to the rest of her party. "It's trapped, the lock and the floor behind it. There has to be another entrance, the tower's barely standing."
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.
It was a few hours later that they arrived at the crumbling ruin that was all that remained of what was once the castle of the land's former ruler. They had been introduced to one another as needed on they way, and Tanya had contributed a bit of backstory on the ruin they would be visiting, at least what she knew beyond mere legend. The tale of the Prison-Castle of the Mad King Haldric was an unpleasant one, filled with paranoia and insanity. The former ruler of the lands surrounding the Castle, King Grigori Fel Haldric, was driven mad by the paranoid belief that there was something plotting to end his life. He commissioned an underground castle, filled it with traps, and slowly drove away or executed all those who remained with him. Eventually even his family had fled. Rumor had it they escaped to the neighboring country of Ithillin. To be frank, Tanya's chief knowledge of Ithillin was in the excellence of their pastries. Regardless, it was not long after this that Telrun, the country Haldric had once ruled, was absorbed into Velt due to their lack of leadership.
Regardless, that was not the important matter at hand. The Prison-Castle was filled with undead, and other unpleasant creatures such as Great Rats and goblins. The undead, worse then merely being reanimated corpses, were often former guards with some shred of intelligence remaining that lead them to be able to fight more competently than most would expect. Worse still, the castle was filled with many still-working traps. However, Tanya was unconcerned with this. She had a strong faith in her own ability to reach the bottom floor unscathed and slay the evil that was dwelling at the bottom of the castle.
The others she was not so sure of.
The gate was crumbled into nothingness, the gatehouse little more than mossy bricks scattered across the ground. However, the tower remained. At least in part, the top floor was a shattered remnant of what once was. The door remained, the paint long since flaked away, but it still stood, tall and imposing. Even if Tanya had not known of the trap laid in it...
Certainly, the skeletal remains with a hole punched cleanly through the skull would have informed her.
"... You'd have to be an idiot to try the front door," began the purple-haired paladin, turning to the rest of her party. "It's trapped, the lock and the floor behind it. There has to be another entrance, the tower's barely standing."
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Market District
Her attack had worked! Another of the power armored guys was knocked out cold! Reika landed on the hovering cushion of her boots, sliding backwards above the ground to avoid an immediate counterattack by one of the two remaining men. Though then they... started to spin. Really, really fast. Reika jetted back further, seeing just how badly they were tearing up the street below them. Getting close... it was going to be really difficult when they were like this! ... But... at the same time... were they groaning and gagging in there? Were they doing this without and protection from getting dizzy? AkaRocket almost felt herself getting dizzy looking at the mess in front of her, and it was clear they were starting to becoming uncoordinated and unsteady the more they spun around.
"... Er... wh-what do you we do?" she asked, uncertain. They were doing a lot of property damage... but at the same time it almost looked as if they'd soon knock themselves out without even getting close. This was just weird, Reika wasn't sure what to do in response...
Beach
It wasn't long before SUPER clean-up crews arrived. Dressed in silvery uniforms, the operatives quickly began to dispose of the mess that had been made. Namely the dead body of CrocoKill.
Abandoned Ginmura Neighborhood
"What a drag..."
A rough, female voice came from the darker end of the alleyway. A series of footsteps echoed out from it, and slowly, a figured emerged from the darkness.
She had tanned skin, a black jacket, sarashi, and hat. She had long, wild black hair and green eyes. She was, perhaps, on the tall side for her apparent age, as she didn't appear as if she was out of high school. And yet she was someone that anyone in SUPER would recognize...
Fukuzawa Haruko
BAT BANCHO, A-CLASS HERO
BAT BANCHO, A-CLASS HERO
Bat Bancho, daughter of Bat Bancho, who was the child of Bat Bancho, raised her bat to her shoulder and rested it there, cocking her head slightly to one side. She gazed at the scene before her with an expression of mild disinterest, as if she was more or less annoyed to have to deal with this rather then ready for a serious fight. She particularly didn't look intimidated, that was for certain.
"I'm gonna have to deal with some lame coward who goes around preying on lower-rank heroes, aren't I?" she commented, before slowly, calmly approaching the two heroes and her enemy, one hand on her bat and the other finding the pocket of her jacket.
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10 yrs ago
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Alright, I'll be ideally getting that up today.
Okay, figured I would update with a set OP posting date.
By which I mean today!
If your bio is not done by that time, I can help you introduce your character at whatever point the RP reaches when it is.
By which I mean today!
If your bio is not done by that time, I can help you introduce your character at whatever point the RP reaches when it is.
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I've got an NPC in mind I can send that way.
You don't have to, but if you want someone who fights more a bard isn't the best idea.
So since we have a lot of people, after @Tachi and another person who has told me they're signing up have completed their bios, I'll be closing signups.
After all, I think ten people is a pretty sizable party.
Edit: I might start the RP before they're finished, though, since I can just help them introduce their characters after the start.
After all, I think ten people is a pretty sizable party.
Edit: I might start the RP before they're finished, though, since I can just help them introduce their characters after the start.
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