Probably should wait, though. ^^;
So I'll entertain myself by asking what people think is going to happen.
So I'll entertain myself by asking what people think is going to happen.
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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.
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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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@IceHeart: Mentions don't work when you edit them in, unfortunately. ^^;
... And now I'm second-guessing my decision not to post more until tomorrow because... I like posting.
Alright, my next post is probably waiting until tomorrow now.
Plenty of NPCs for people to interact with now, though, for sure!
Plenty of NPCs for people to interact with now, though, for sure!
"Ah... er... w-well... I, er, don't leave the castle very often so er..." Bethany trailed off after a rather muddled attempt to respond to the mage-knight. Ah, maybe she just should have waited... or not bothered. There were so many people around, after all. The mere thought of it made it hard for the brunette girl to speak. But... no, no! She was trying to help. And... to be frank, meeting anyone alone was almost as bad, when it came to someone she didn't know very well.
"... M-meeting one on one w-would probably b-be bad anyway..." she added, somewhat more clearly. Bethany definitely didn't want to give that impression, regardless of who it was with. "... S-so... my... my questions right!"
Clutching the idea of magical inquiry tightly, Bethany managed to regain some composure.
"Wh-what is your amount of mana?"
"... M-meeting one on one w-would probably b-be bad anyway..." she added, somewhat more clearly. Bethany definitely didn't want to give that impression, regardless of who it was with. "... S-so... my... my questions right!"
Clutching the idea of magical inquiry tightly, Bethany managed to regain some composure.
"Wh-what is your amount of mana?"
"Mm, sweets!" answered the little girl, cheerfully nodding, "I know they're here, but everyone keeps mobbing around the table. I feel like I'm going to get squished if I try getting through them!"
Her expression was one of... somewhat exaggerated fear. But really, that could simply mean the girl was having fun at the party, and with her hyperbole. She tugged intently on the older girl's sleeve once more. "So if a big older sister type like you could help me get to them, I'd be really happy!"
This had already turned from 'point them out for me' to 'help me get through the crowds'. And yet, it was probably fairly hard to reject the little girl, who looked quite expectantly up at Christina.
Her expression was one of... somewhat exaggerated fear. But really, that could simply mean the girl was having fun at the party, and with her hyperbole. She tugged intently on the older girl's sleeve once more. "So if a big older sister type like you could help me get to them, I'd be really happy!"
This had already turned from 'point them out for me' to 'help me get through the crowds'. And yet, it was probably fairly hard to reject the little girl, who looked quite expectantly up at Christina.
So hey, any character who needs something to do has an unusual little girl tugging on their sleeve now.
"Oh, you flatter me, Sir Gillian," replied Eliabelle with a smile, waving one hand. For all her noble intent, it was also well known that the Crown Princess deeply enjoyed being complimented. That being said, she tried her best not to show it. She didn't want to give the impression that she only did good things just for the sake of praise. To do good was simply her duty as a leader, wasn't it? "I'd rather be a role model then a symbol of envy, however."
She glanced out into the crowds, eyes scanning the various girls before they returned to Sir Gillian. Yes. She'd like to be a role model for young women in positions of nobility. In fact, she'd like to be a role model for all those in nobility. Just because your station in society was high did not at all mean you needed to distance yourself from the common folk.
"I'm pleased to hear the captain did well," she continued, "Knowing a girl my age displayed that sort of bravery is inspiring. Hopefully it will show those with doubts that she's still a capable leader."
"I see..."
Slightly less flustered as the magic-using knight answered her questions, the mage's eyes traveled over the dagger's blade, taking in the length and shape. Certainly, it appeared to be a highly useful catalyst. Typically, staffs were the catalyst for spellcasting, but she supposed that for a knight, a weapon made more sense. Most of what he said was understandable as well. However...
"Your pool of mana, how-"
Bethany froze when she saw Tiral's eyes glance at her chest. Even if it was an accident, the court mage was immediately quite embarrassed, turning her head to the side and quivering lightly, color filling her cheeks. Her breathing quickened, as she fought back the urge to immediately turn, walk away, and hide in her room, even as the knight apologized. She managed to stifle these ideas.
"... A-ask... ask... wh-whatever y-y-you want..."
Meanwhile, a tall walkingstick and a wide-brimmed hat bobbed through the crowds.
The black-haired, pale, green-eyed little girl was clad entirely in black travelling gear. While it was of the highest, finest quality, it did put her... out of place. Reaching out, she tugged on the sleeve of one of the nearest people, who happened to be one of the Iron Roses.
"Excuse me," she began, "Do you know where the sweets are? I can't see through the crowds."
She glanced out into the crowds, eyes scanning the various girls before they returned to Sir Gillian. Yes. She'd like to be a role model for young women in positions of nobility. In fact, she'd like to be a role model for all those in nobility. Just because your station in society was high did not at all mean you needed to distance yourself from the common folk.
"I'm pleased to hear the captain did well," she continued, "Knowing a girl my age displayed that sort of bravery is inspiring. Hopefully it will show those with doubts that she's still a capable leader."
"I see..."
Slightly less flustered as the magic-using knight answered her questions, the mage's eyes traveled over the dagger's blade, taking in the length and shape. Certainly, it appeared to be a highly useful catalyst. Typically, staffs were the catalyst for spellcasting, but she supposed that for a knight, a weapon made more sense. Most of what he said was understandable as well. However...
"Your pool of mana, how-"
Bethany froze when she saw Tiral's eyes glance at her chest. Even if it was an accident, the court mage was immediately quite embarrassed, turning her head to the side and quivering lightly, color filling her cheeks. Her breathing quickened, as she fought back the urge to immediately turn, walk away, and hide in her room, even as the knight apologized. She managed to stifle these ideas.
"... A-ask... ask... wh-whatever y-y-you want..."
Meanwhile, a tall walkingstick and a wide-brimmed hat bobbed through the crowds.
The black-haired, pale, green-eyed little girl was clad entirely in black travelling gear. While it was of the highest, finest quality, it did put her... out of place. Reaching out, she tugged on the sleeve of one of the nearest people, who happened to be one of the Iron Roses.
"Excuse me," she began, "Do you know where the sweets are? I can't see through the crowds."
I actually know someone with that kind of physique in real life so... no she's not smuggling potions. ^^;
Though you can blame @Rin for getting that specific picture.
Though you can blame @Rin for getting that specific picture.
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