And Fanilly wants to get things moving! ... And I sort of threw in a clunky explanation of Breathing while Walking there. ^^;
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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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Any opinion Fanilly could have shared on the proposed courses of action was quite delayed, when she saw Marianne slap the guard captain. Swiftly, she broke away and went right for her.
"D-Dame Marianne!" she called. While... perhaps the guards had not been conducting themselves well in this case, that did not mean this was the time to take up such an action. The guard captain himself looked stunned for a few moments, unsure of how to react after having been slapped in the face. "Whatever they may have done wrong, now isn't the time!"
Doing the first thing that came to mind, she reached out and grasped the older girl's wrist... and winced in pain as she felt an electrical shock travel up her arm. She flinched, and her grip loosened. The older girl was so angry that her body was pouring off mana in the form of her favored attack spell... but still...
"W-we have to focus, Dame Marianne..." Fanilly insisted, as firmly as she could. In spite of the tingling sensation up and down her arm, she tried her hardest to bear it. She didn't want to show that something like that had hurt. She couldn't. "Iron Rose Knights, if you need to prepare do it as quickly as possible. We'll be destroying these conspirators tonight, as soon as we can. Those who desire to can stay behind to guard the Princess."
"W-we... checked every guest," the guard captain said, staring down at his feet in humiliation.
The assassin was writing again.
I don't care what you do with me. Please save Kyphi. I'll accept any punishment you want, please save her.
The assassin's hands were shaking. Her handwriting reflected this, shaky and muddled. Tears were in her large, crimson eyes once more.
Fanilly wasn't certain how to respond. The Nem had attempted to kill the Princess, and yet it appeared to be due to blackmail... Blackmail by a group that including a creator of abominations. Any believer of the two Goddesses knew that a Necromancer was an enemy of life, that the raising of the dead to be used as mindless slaves was an abomination. Oh, in the past there had been truly repentant former practitioners of necromancy, but those were few and far between.
But the punishment of the diminutive assassin was something the young blonde couldn't begin to think of. Should she even be punished, given the circumstances of her attempt on the Princess's life...?
"... Before... before any of that," Fanilly began, shaking her head to focus her thoughts, "How did you get in here?"
After a moment's pause, the Nem wiped away her tears and wrote again.
Breathing while Walking.
Fanilly stared in blank incomprehension. Wasn't that something... everyone did?
Anyone more well-versed in the culture and habits of Nem, however, would recognize this. Breathing while Walking was the name of a specific stealth tactic devised by the desert dwelling race. In a land with low amounts of cover, a specific method of breathing and moving one's body had been created to effectively erase the presence of the practitioner. In entering the party, the assassin had become effectively invisible until the hat-wearing figure had specifically drawn attention to her presence from the corner of Fanilly's eye.
"... Let's... let's go up to my room," the Princess said, finally, looking away from the ongoing interrogation. She was still scared. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. No-one had ever made an attempt on her life before. Never once had she been in danger of dying. To put it simply Eliabelle was deeply shaken by the experience. And so, returning to her quarters, somewhere she could relax, was all she could think of at the moment.
"They're upstairs. Please, let's hurry, I... I need to take a moment," she continued, looking plaintively at the Iron Roses who had volunteered to guard her as she started towards the back of the room.
The barrier, no longer needing to be maintained, collapsed. Court Mage Bethany Ravenwood lowered her staff. In the rapid casting of the barrier spell, she hadn't even broken a sweat. Instead, she turned to face Tiral.
"Borrow whatever notes you like," she said, her tone short and to the point, somewhat jarring with the nervous, shy image she had projected before, "I must make sure the her highness is safe. I have to. My notes are in the desk in the large room to the right of the entrance hall."
With that, the mage turned and hurried(as fast as she could, she was hardly the athletic sort) to accompany the knights and the Princess.
"D-Dame Marianne!" she called. While... perhaps the guards had not been conducting themselves well in this case, that did not mean this was the time to take up such an action. The guard captain himself looked stunned for a few moments, unsure of how to react after having been slapped in the face. "Whatever they may have done wrong, now isn't the time!"
Doing the first thing that came to mind, she reached out and grasped the older girl's wrist... and winced in pain as she felt an electrical shock travel up her arm. She flinched, and her grip loosened. The older girl was so angry that her body was pouring off mana in the form of her favored attack spell... but still...
"W-we have to focus, Dame Marianne..." Fanilly insisted, as firmly as she could. In spite of the tingling sensation up and down her arm, she tried her hardest to bear it. She didn't want to show that something like that had hurt. She couldn't. "Iron Rose Knights, if you need to prepare do it as quickly as possible. We'll be destroying these conspirators tonight, as soon as we can. Those who desire to can stay behind to guard the Princess."
"W-we... checked every guest," the guard captain said, staring down at his feet in humiliation.
The assassin was writing again.
I don't care what you do with me. Please save Kyphi. I'll accept any punishment you want, please save her.
The assassin's hands were shaking. Her handwriting reflected this, shaky and muddled. Tears were in her large, crimson eyes once more.
Fanilly wasn't certain how to respond. The Nem had attempted to kill the Princess, and yet it appeared to be due to blackmail... Blackmail by a group that including a creator of abominations. Any believer of the two Goddesses knew that a Necromancer was an enemy of life, that the raising of the dead to be used as mindless slaves was an abomination. Oh, in the past there had been truly repentant former practitioners of necromancy, but those were few and far between.
But the punishment of the diminutive assassin was something the young blonde couldn't begin to think of. Should she even be punished, given the circumstances of her attempt on the Princess's life...?
"... Before... before any of that," Fanilly began, shaking her head to focus her thoughts, "How did you get in here?"
After a moment's pause, the Nem wiped away her tears and wrote again.
Breathing while Walking.
Fanilly stared in blank incomprehension. Wasn't that something... everyone did?
Anyone more well-versed in the culture and habits of Nem, however, would recognize this. Breathing while Walking was the name of a specific stealth tactic devised by the desert dwelling race. In a land with low amounts of cover, a specific method of breathing and moving one's body had been created to effectively erase the presence of the practitioner. In entering the party, the assassin had become effectively invisible until the hat-wearing figure had specifically drawn attention to her presence from the corner of Fanilly's eye.
"... Let's... let's go up to my room," the Princess said, finally, looking away from the ongoing interrogation. She was still scared. She felt her heart hammering in her chest. No-one had ever made an attempt on her life before. Never once had she been in danger of dying. To put it simply Eliabelle was deeply shaken by the experience. And so, returning to her quarters, somewhere she could relax, was all she could think of at the moment.
"They're upstairs. Please, let's hurry, I... I need to take a moment," she continued, looking plaintively at the Iron Roses who had volunteered to guard her as she started towards the back of the room.
The barrier, no longer needing to be maintained, collapsed. Court Mage Bethany Ravenwood lowered her staff. In the rapid casting of the barrier spell, she hadn't even broken a sweat. Instead, she turned to face Tiral.
"Borrow whatever notes you like," she said, her tone short and to the point, somewhat jarring with the nervous, shy image she had projected before, "I must make sure the her highness is safe. I have to. My notes are in the desk in the large room to the right of the entrance hall."
With that, the mage turned and hurried(as fast as she could, she was hardly the athletic sort) to accompany the knights and the Princess.
I'm going to let some more people respond before I post again.
Well yeah, that's very true.
I'm just saying I'm not sure how to work this exposition into the next post when the person who actually knows it would have to write it all out. ^^;
I'm just saying I'm not sure how to work this exposition into the next post when the person who actually knows it would have to write it all out. ^^;
Welp.
To be fair to the guard captain, there's a very good reason they couldn't see the Nem assassin.
I'm admittedly not sure how to work it into my next post though.
To be fair to the guard captain, there's a very good reason they couldn't see the Nem assassin.
I'm admittedly not sure how to work it into my next post though.
This is done.
Moving on, RP will hopefully be up soon.
Moving on, RP will hopefully be up soon.
Wait what no that's not it. D:
Obviously the new goal of the RP is to form Fanilly's harem.
I mean what.
I mean what.
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Taken away from her attempt to decipher Viviane's unusual declaration(and noticing the nem was still glaring at her), Fanilly's attention returned to dog-eared knight. He could defend the Princess by himself, or with only one another knight to assist? Only two knights seemed like a low number, and yet... perhaps it made sense to keep the numbers so restricted. After all, they may very well need as many knights as they could muster in order to take on whoever it was who had orchestrated the assassination.
"I... see, but... I suppose if it's..." Fanilly trailed off for a moment. "... If the Princess is willing to take such a small guard, then I suppose it is her decision."
As for the talk between Tyaethe and Nero, well, what did it truly come to? Nobility confined to a single room... if it was too long, that could be quite simply dangerous. But what if someone let something slip? Ah, this wasn't a clear choice to the Knight-Captain. Tyaethe's rather rough response... ah, in such a stressful situation, she had to admit a little girl tugging and shoving a grown man in armor like that was, well... The girl covered her mouth to try and hide that she found it funny, then took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure if we can simply keep everyone in this room, but I'm glad to have your assistance, regardless," Fanilly said, simply. More knights meant they would be able to be finished with this more quickly, didn't it?
The Nem assassin finally tore her angry gaze away from Viviane to begin writing once more, in response to Marianne's questioning. She wrote quickly. She had to, if they were going to act they had to do it as soon as possible in order to save her sister. This was, now, her only hope.
Soon enough, she held the parchment up.
They're holding Kyphi under the Mausoleum with the large eight-pointed star on top of it. They have twenty-five soldiers and six men running the operation. They haven't let me see her but I can here her breathing whenever I'm there, she's in the lowest chamber. Three of the six men can use magic, I haven't seen all their abilities but one of them brought an animated skeleton.
Anyone with knowledge of such things would recognize just where that that symbol meant. For some reason, the conspirators had chosen the Cal family's grave as the site of their plotting. While Phoran Cal would be a publicly reviled name for a long time to come, his ancestors had done nothing wrong, and so it still stood. His body was not, however, permitted to be interred there. Even his still-living relatives refused to allow it.
It was unlikely those still-living relatives knew what was going on down there. They hadn't lived in Aimlenn for several years now.
Meanwhile, the guard captain turned to face Marianne, as his guards dealt with the nobles. He folded his arms, disapproving of her tone.
"Hmph, what is it?"
He had nothing but respect for the Iron Roses, but he also enjoyed being treated with respect. This was not sounding very respectful.
"I... see, but... I suppose if it's..." Fanilly trailed off for a moment. "... If the Princess is willing to take such a small guard, then I suppose it is her decision."
As for the talk between Tyaethe and Nero, well, what did it truly come to? Nobility confined to a single room... if it was too long, that could be quite simply dangerous. But what if someone let something slip? Ah, this wasn't a clear choice to the Knight-Captain. Tyaethe's rather rough response... ah, in such a stressful situation, she had to admit a little girl tugging and shoving a grown man in armor like that was, well... The girl covered her mouth to try and hide that she found it funny, then took a deep breath.
"I'm not sure if we can simply keep everyone in this room, but I'm glad to have your assistance, regardless," Fanilly said, simply. More knights meant they would be able to be finished with this more quickly, didn't it?
The Nem assassin finally tore her angry gaze away from Viviane to begin writing once more, in response to Marianne's questioning. She wrote quickly. She had to, if they were going to act they had to do it as soon as possible in order to save her sister. This was, now, her only hope.
Soon enough, she held the parchment up.
They're holding Kyphi under the Mausoleum with the large eight-pointed star on top of it. They have twenty-five soldiers and six men running the operation. They haven't let me see her but I can here her breathing whenever I'm there, she's in the lowest chamber. Three of the six men can use magic, I haven't seen all their abilities but one of them brought an animated skeleton.
Anyone with knowledge of such things would recognize just where that that symbol meant. For some reason, the conspirators had chosen the Cal family's grave as the site of their plotting. While Phoran Cal would be a publicly reviled name for a long time to come, his ancestors had done nothing wrong, and so it still stood. His body was not, however, permitted to be interred there. Even his still-living relatives refused to allow it.
It was unlikely those still-living relatives knew what was going on down there. They hadn't lived in Aimlenn for several years now.
Meanwhile, the guard captain turned to face Marianne, as his guards dealt with the nobles. He folded his arms, disapproving of her tone.
"Hmph, what is it?"
He had nothing but respect for the Iron Roses, but he also enjoyed being treated with respect. This was not sounding very respectful.
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