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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.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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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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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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@Bourgeoisie: Ohh, well... Given who the Overseer is I'm certain she would.
Saber
The circle blazed with light. The intensity of the glow grew and grew, flaring as the girl chanted the incantation that would bring about a heroic spirit. A wind seemed to originate from the center, forced outwards and casting a burst of air through the area. And indeed, as the light grew, so too did a growing mist, rising and pouring out from the circle. What else could be expected from the summoning of such a being? A ritual of this nature could not possibly be a quiet and peaceable affair. No, indeed, the light built, the mist grew thicker, and then-...
Then it all faded away. For a few moments it seemed as if something was wrong, but suddenly something began to build in the center of the circle. Motes of green light drifted through the air, collecting and swirling in the center. As they joined together, they began to construct... something. A shape was formed, starting with a pair of armored sandals, then legs in black leggings... further and further, the light traveled, forming an ornately layered hakama with various designs upon its dark pink and white surface, and lacquered armor plating. Further and further up, forming an elegant female form clad in fabric and lacquered armor. Arms were folded across her chest, and at last, silky black hair, a youthful, soft face, and several ornamentations formed from green light. Fixed to her hip was a sheathed katana, or more accurately a nodachi. Only a nodachi would describe a blade of that sheer length.
That soft face was turned in a serious expression as the girl looked upon her Master. She was not at all tall, but at the same time she cast an air of power about her, one someone would expect from a warrior. So, this was the one who had summoned her? Who had called her to the world in order to battle for the Holy Grail? Inclining her head to the side, the black-haired young woman knew precisely what action to take next.
"My class is Saber," she began, "As the one who summoned me, you can only be my Master. Is this correct?"
She's going to know about everyone's involvement, given they register.
It'd be separate, basically wherever you want to place it. ^^;
Also you absolutely can still join if you're interested, to anyone who might have an eye on the thread.
Also you absolutely can still join if you're interested, to anyone who might have an eye on the thread.
It was a warm summer night in Redrock. The streets were not empty, but the people on them were sparse. While it was not a small town, it was not an enormous city, either. It was a location that straddled the line between town and city, and therefore the nightlife was also a reflection of this. Some people were out on the streets, and yet many remained in their homes. This night was ideal for the beginning. There were many locations in which someone who desired to remain unseen could inhabit. The forest outside of Redrock. The burnt-out remains of the Rickert mansion in the North, left as a monument to the tragic deaths that had occurred there. The unseen catacombs beneath the city that were as old as the nation. For tonight was the beginning of something that the relatively peaceful town of Redrock had never before encountered. Tonight would be the beginning of a battle that had once thought to have been silenced, but was no longer.
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. She had been told, however, that this war would hold far more then seven participants.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
Drip... drip... drip...
She had to empty it all, naturally. She had been given precisely the required amount of blood for her task, drained from several animals and stored for this purpose explicitly. The catalyst she had been provided with, too, purportedly would summon an excellent example of the Lancer class. The young woman suspected this was because her superiors in the Association believed she lacked some of the traits a magus would normally desire in the course of a conflict of this nature, and yet she did not hold it against them. The confidence she had in herself was enough for her, she did not need the confidence of her bosses. Besides, they had seen fit to deploy her as their representative, had they not? That meant they had confidence in her, no matter how little they would admit it. Besides, a Lancer was an excellent class to summon. Long range, fast melee? Fio could not help but approve. And at the same time she was confident that any Servant she could summon would win her this war.
Indeed, the one summoned by this fragment was no stranger to war. Perhaps it would be a better pairing then she hoped. Which, to be fair, her hopes were very high indeed.
Fio Mal-Rai, Magus hunter for the Association, never took the cynical outlook on her own path. No, it was always the path that she knew would lead her to success. The very same mindset applied to this war for the Holy Grail. She would work and work and work until she found success, and she would not stop until she claimed victory. In her mind, there was no-one that could stand in her way if she applied herself and the capabilities of her Servant properly.
The hall of the home she was supplied with for the Holy Grail War was rather stately, albeit now marred with the presence of a circle of blood. Oh well, the carpet and flooring was a rather small sacrifice in the name of victory.
She stood at the circle. Fio outstretched one hand, and felt it. She felt the flow of prana in her body, igniting in her. Her magic circuits were a flurry of activity. Naturally, a ritual to call down a Heroic Spirit from the Throne of Heroes would cause quite a fervor in her frame, would it not?
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg."
She could feel it blazing inside of her. Fio's heart hammered with excitement. Truly, this was her entry into the War for the Holy Grail! Even as an official duty for the Association... there was no way to hide the excitement she felt.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled."
With every word, it approached.
"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."
Fio thrust her hand out, and the last words were cried out, as if to ensure they truly reached her Servant.
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"
@Rin, @PKMNB0Y, @Raineh Daze, @Bourgeoisie, @Lost Cause, @Lasrever, @Hinsek, @Pie Flavor
Tonight was the beginning of the battle that would decide who claimed the omnipotent wish-granting machine known as the Holy Grail.
Redrock's old Church, an impressive building based upon the gothic style of architecture, housed a foreign representative of the Catholic Church this night. And for many nights after this, indeed. She sat quietly. Naturally, she was prepared to meet each and every team that would be informing her of their participation. She had been told, however, that this war would hold far more then seven participants.
The blue-haired Executor let out a small sigh.
She was without a meal, and it would be a long night.
Drip... drip... drip...
She had to empty it all, naturally. She had been given precisely the required amount of blood for her task, drained from several animals and stored for this purpose explicitly. The catalyst she had been provided with, too, purportedly would summon an excellent example of the Lancer class. The young woman suspected this was because her superiors in the Association believed she lacked some of the traits a magus would normally desire in the course of a conflict of this nature, and yet she did not hold it against them. The confidence she had in herself was enough for her, she did not need the confidence of her bosses. Besides, they had seen fit to deploy her as their representative, had they not? That meant they had confidence in her, no matter how little they would admit it. Besides, a Lancer was an excellent class to summon. Long range, fast melee? Fio could not help but approve. And at the same time she was confident that any Servant she could summon would win her this war.
Indeed, the one summoned by this fragment was no stranger to war. Perhaps it would be a better pairing then she hoped. Which, to be fair, her hopes were very high indeed.
Fio Mal-Rai, Magus hunter for the Association, never took the cynical outlook on her own path. No, it was always the path that she knew would lead her to success. The very same mindset applied to this war for the Holy Grail. She would work and work and work until she found success, and she would not stop until she claimed victory. In her mind, there was no-one that could stand in her way if she applied herself and the capabilities of her Servant properly.
The hall of the home she was supplied with for the Holy Grail War was rather stately, albeit now marred with the presence of a circle of blood. Oh well, the carpet and flooring was a rather small sacrifice in the name of victory.
She stood at the circle. Fio outstretched one hand, and felt it. She felt the flow of prana in her body, igniting in her. Her magic circuits were a flurry of activity. Naturally, a ritual to call down a Heroic Spirit from the Throne of Heroes would cause quite a fervor in her frame, would it not?
"Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. The ancestor is my great master Schweinorg."
She could feel it blazing inside of her. Fio's heart hammered with excitement. Truly, this was her entry into the War for the Holy Grail! Even as an official duty for the Association... there was no way to hide the excitement she felt.
"The alighted wind becomes a wall. The gates in the four directions close, coming from the crown, the three-forked road that leads to the kingdom circulate.
Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill). Shut (fill).
Repeat every five times.
Simply, shatter once filled."
With every word, it approached.
"Your self is under me, my fate(doom) is in your sword.
In accordance with the approach of the Holy Grail, if you abide by this feeling, this reason, then answer.
Here is my oath. I am the one who becomes all the good of the world of the dead, I am the one who lays out all the evil of the world of the dead."
Fio thrust her hand out, and the last words were cried out, as if to ensure they truly reached her Servant.
"You, seven heavens clad in three words of power, arrive from the ring of deterrence, O keeper of the balance ―――！"
@Rin, @PKMNB0Y, @Raineh Daze, @Bourgeoisie, @Lost Cause, @Lasrever, @Hinsek, @Pie Flavor
List is up to date.
Saber stares at all your party planning with disapproval.
Okay, editing the list now.
Also I don't think I know that artist.
Okay, editing the list now.
Also I don't think I know that artist.
Tachibana Hibiki, Holding Determination in Her Fist
Hibiki straightened, in time to see the way that insects had spewed from the incapacitated blob creature's body in such great numbers, filling half the room. The boosters on her right arm died down, the handle shifting back into its standard position as she turned entirely to face them. So that thing had managed to send out even more before it collapsed? That didn't matter! They'd taken out a whole bunch of these bugs before, they'd take out the rest and get out of here, wherever here was!
"Miku!" she called, raising both her fists. "Let's break through the rest!"
The music kicked in again. She thrust her fist forward, scattering insects and smashing through several. But this time, it didn't seem like they were giving way so easily!
Goldibanne, Face of Innocence(?)
"Aww, did you not like being called wolfy?" Goldibanne questioned, giving a small frown at the huge canine's apparent disappointment. Oh well. She hopped out of the van, and followed along, briefly glancing back to the newcomer before continuing on her way. Ah, what a dour place. It was the sort of location that could really use some serious sprucing up. Some nice furniture, perhaps. That would be lovely.
After they reached the central compound, and the woman introduced herself and explained the situation, the living doll raised her skirt and curtsied with a cheerful smile.
"Goldibanne thinks that's exactly why we're here," she replied, "So of course I'm willing to help~"
She leaned back to glance at the others. "It'd be aaaaaawwwwfully silly if any of you said no when it's so obvious."
The living doll grinned.
Saber, King Arthur Herself
"I apologize," Saber said, inclining her head slightly. She hadn't meant to make such a distraction. She had simply realized she had made no proper introduction of herself previously. The blonde girl who was the King of Knights simply proceeded onwards as the group began to move, taking brief notice of the way that Philip seemed to be searching his mind for information. Unfortunately, she was uncertain how much she was able to contribute to this portion of the investigation. She didn't have much experience with solving mysteries.
Even so, the slender girl in armor utilized her skills of observation. Her eyes traveled across their scenery as closely as she could manage, keeping a lookout for anything that seemed unusual in a town of unusual things.
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