I too am really excited for the DLC
@chukklehed: Also that is fairy accurate even if the size difference is not as major as it is there.
@chukklehed: Also that is fairy accurate even if the size difference is not as major as it is 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.
3 yrs ago
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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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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And there we go.
The guards' hastily-assembled defensive wall crumbled under the attack from Martina and the strange paladin. Shields splintered and men died, or fell to their knees in surrender. Soon enough, the entire room had been cleared of active opponents. They were either dead, or had given up entirely on fighting.
"Collect their weapons," Fanilly said, quickly, as she came to a halt near the surrendering guards. "And bind their hands. We'll take them to the guard when we're done here."
So far, they had yet to encounter any undead. It was likely, if the necromancer still had any risen corpses waiting, they were deeper in the tomb. It was strange, though.. on one hand, the sanctity of the dead being undisturbed was hardly anything to complain about. But on the other... what was the necromancer doing? There didn't appear to be any undead, despite the number of coffins lining the walls. At once Fanilly was thankful, but wary.
"We'll be going after the conspirators," she said, turning to address the knights, "With the guards dealt with, we'll be able to focus on them and any undead the necromancer may have risen, so-"
Something whistled past her cheek. Fanilly swiftly turned on her heel, and saw... It looked like a man, standing on the stairs, but his identity was concealed behind a hood and black leather armor. In one hand he held a crossbow, and in the other a shortsword.
"You're looking for me and my fellows, then, are you?" he asked, leaning against the wall as he spoke. When had he gotten there? And why hadn't he dropped in earlier? He was now between the two groups of knights... "I'll be sure to tell them that. I saw the little nem girl with those others. Tch tch tch."
He waved his finger. "That'll cost her one whole sister."
Fanilly took a step forward, raising her sword, only to immediately be met by... another attacker?! wielding a heavy axe, she was forced to step back, her own sword barely deflecting the blow. He was tall, muscled man in steel armor...
Two out of six conspirators were here.
As Tyaethe charged, the ground in front of her suddenly blazed brightly, a magic circle igniting bright blue on the ground where there had been none before.
She'd have to act quickly to avoid stepping into it and triggering whatever effect had been planted there!
Tili simply nodded to Marianne's words. She understood this was not out of kindness. However, she did not know the way. They had never let her beyond the first floor of the mausoleum. And so, she was left with the others, in silence, hearing them speak amongst themselves. And yet, there was another tone she could hear... she could hear breathing. Her sister's breathing. It was a technique they had used to detect one another, a Nem hunting technique repurposed. That meant, certainly her sister was still alive!
If she could just listen for where the other Nem was, then...!
... As the last guard fell, another sound came from below. It was a rattling noise, almost like dried branches, but deeper.
The bleached white frames of skeletons, carrying swords and shields, proceeded from the depths. Among them was a tall man in black, wielding a longsword in one hand.
"Blast it, the Iron Roses, eh?" he said, as skeletons filtered in around him, "And Neldrin was so sure you'd never find out... well, his skeletons should be useful, regardless."
He shrugged.
Tili's eyes locked on him. He hadn't seen her.
As skeletons filtered into the room, Tili drew the dagger she'd taken from the dead guard. Her eyes were still on that man.
Provided no-one looked directly at her, it would be easy to lose track of her in the upcoming battle...
The Princess stared blankly at the man who had arrived. So... that was... quite a story. He'd... tried to kill father? But now he hadn't... and... the girl shook her head. She wasn't exactly in the best mental state, and quite a lot of things hand happened very rapidly. She took a deep breath as she tried to discern what kind of response was appropriate to such an unusual tale. Especially given exactly what it entailed... a situation that could have been the death of her father.
Finally, she spoke.
"I... see," she said, flatly. It was all she could manage in the wake of such a strange story.
Meanwhile, Bethany seemed rather overwhelmed, still embarrassed by Sult's treatment of her. Quaking slightly, the court mage quietly shuffled behind the Princess. While she wasn't particularly much taller then the blonde girl, the sight of her attempting to hide behind Eliabelle was rather absurd.
"Collect their weapons," Fanilly said, quickly, as she came to a halt near the surrendering guards. "And bind their hands. We'll take them to the guard when we're done here."
So far, they had yet to encounter any undead. It was likely, if the necromancer still had any risen corpses waiting, they were deeper in the tomb. It was strange, though.. on one hand, the sanctity of the dead being undisturbed was hardly anything to complain about. But on the other... what was the necromancer doing? There didn't appear to be any undead, despite the number of coffins lining the walls. At once Fanilly was thankful, but wary.
"We'll be going after the conspirators," she said, turning to address the knights, "With the guards dealt with, we'll be able to focus on them and any undead the necromancer may have risen, so-"
Something whistled past her cheek. Fanilly swiftly turned on her heel, and saw... It looked like a man, standing on the stairs, but his identity was concealed behind a hood and black leather armor. In one hand he held a crossbow, and in the other a shortsword.
"You're looking for me and my fellows, then, are you?" he asked, leaning against the wall as he spoke. When had he gotten there? And why hadn't he dropped in earlier? He was now between the two groups of knights... "I'll be sure to tell them that. I saw the little nem girl with those others. Tch tch tch."
He waved his finger. "That'll cost her one whole sister."
Fanilly took a step forward, raising her sword, only to immediately be met by... another attacker?! wielding a heavy axe, she was forced to step back, her own sword barely deflecting the blow. He was tall, muscled man in steel armor...
Two out of six conspirators were here.
As Tyaethe charged, the ground in front of her suddenly blazed brightly, a magic circle igniting bright blue on the ground where there had been none before.
She'd have to act quickly to avoid stepping into it and triggering whatever effect had been planted there!
Tili simply nodded to Marianne's words. She understood this was not out of kindness. However, she did not know the way. They had never let her beyond the first floor of the mausoleum. And so, she was left with the others, in silence, hearing them speak amongst themselves. And yet, there was another tone she could hear... she could hear breathing. Her sister's breathing. It was a technique they had used to detect one another, a Nem hunting technique repurposed. That meant, certainly her sister was still alive!
If she could just listen for where the other Nem was, then...!
... As the last guard fell, another sound came from below. It was a rattling noise, almost like dried branches, but deeper.
The bleached white frames of skeletons, carrying swords and shields, proceeded from the depths. Among them was a tall man in black, wielding a longsword in one hand.
"Blast it, the Iron Roses, eh?" he said, as skeletons filtered in around him, "And Neldrin was so sure you'd never find out... well, his skeletons should be useful, regardless."
He shrugged.
Tili's eyes locked on him. He hadn't seen her.
As skeletons filtered into the room, Tili drew the dagger she'd taken from the dead guard. Her eyes were still on that man.
Provided no-one looked directly at her, it would be easy to lose track of her in the upcoming battle...
The Princess stared blankly at the man who had arrived. So... that was... quite a story. He'd... tried to kill father? But now he hadn't... and... the girl shook her head. She wasn't exactly in the best mental state, and quite a lot of things hand happened very rapidly. She took a deep breath as she tried to discern what kind of response was appropriate to such an unusual tale. Especially given exactly what it entailed... a situation that could have been the death of her father.
Finally, she spoke.
"I... see," she said, flatly. It was all she could manage in the wake of such a strange story.
Meanwhile, Bethany seemed rather overwhelmed, still embarrassed by Sult's treatment of her. Quaking slightly, the court mage quietly shuffled behind the Princess. While she wasn't particularly much taller then the blonde girl, the sight of her attempting to hide behind Eliabelle was rather absurd.
Hmm... I think everyone who's planning on posting has? Since I can post again if so. ^^;
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That was intended, actually. They do totally get paid.
Kaguya has effectively infinite funds and cheerfully throws them at anyone she thinks is doing their job on Earth.
Edit: ... I also forgot to mention moonbunnies are usually around 5'1, but she can just be a tall one. ^^;
Kaguya has effectively infinite funds and cheerfully throws them at anyone she thinks is doing their job on Earth.
Edit: ... I also forgot to mention moonbunnies are usually around 5'1, but she can just be a tall one. ^^;
Giants come in a couple different flavors in terms of societal organization.
Some have a more tribal society, others share a similar society to the local humans.
The latter farms giant spiders for silk to make clothing.
Some have a more tribal society, others share a similar society to the local humans.
The latter farms giant spiders for silk to make clothing.
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@easy modo: Accepted.
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That look from the observer had been a little startling, given she initially appeared to be human... but her presence indicated otherwise. Some kind of youkai, that much was evident... for an onmyouji, recognizing types of youkai was a simple task, and yet this girl... she looked like a particularly tall schoolgirl, but somehow felt... off. Makiko couldn't really discern what she was, but at least her words seemed sincere, somehow. She hardly looked like an adult, but she was a youkai. Looks could be quite deceiving in the case of youkai.
"... Yuina-san," Makiko sighed, as she felt the terrified futakuchi-onna hide behind her, quivering like a leaf, "If you calm down, I'll treat you to some yakitori after we deal with the haunting, alright? It'll be all on me, as much as you want."
Almost instantly, Makiko regretted saying this. Yuina had the appetite of an entire starved pack of wild dogs. Who were also forty meters tall. Her wallet would be in poor condition, but there was nothing she could do about it now that she'd said as much. It was time to focus on the strange watcher.
"I have to wonder why you were watching our meeting," the black-haired girl began, folding her arms, "But I'm not going to turn you away if you want to help."
It was around then that the demon showed up and walked right into Nao. Makiko sighed. Well at least he'd actually got here... and the kitsune was waving to her.
"... We don't really have any more time to waste, so if you want to help, follow me," Makiko said, growing impatient as she started down the street. The apartment complex wasn't horribly far from here, but they still needed to get going...
As for the group going after the cat, their trip would take them a few blocks down. The girl's house(a rather small, but pleasant home colored a light blue) wasn't distant. It would just be a matter of reaching it, and speaking to the child about her cat. Ideally, it wouldn't take to long to locate her.
"... Yuina-san," Makiko sighed, as she felt the terrified futakuchi-onna hide behind her, quivering like a leaf, "If you calm down, I'll treat you to some yakitori after we deal with the haunting, alright? It'll be all on me, as much as you want."
Almost instantly, Makiko regretted saying this. Yuina had the appetite of an entire starved pack of wild dogs. Who were also forty meters tall. Her wallet would be in poor condition, but there was nothing she could do about it now that she'd said as much. It was time to focus on the strange watcher.
"I have to wonder why you were watching our meeting," the black-haired girl began, folding her arms, "But I'm not going to turn you away if you want to help."
It was around then that the demon showed up and walked right into Nao. Makiko sighed. Well at least he'd actually got here... and the kitsune was waving to her.
"... We don't really have any more time to waste, so if you want to help, follow me," Makiko said, growing impatient as she started down the street. The apartment complex wasn't horribly far from here, but they still needed to get going...
As for the group going after the cat, their trip would take them a few blocks down. The girl's house(a rather small, but pleasant home colored a light blue) wasn't distant. It would just be a matter of reaching it, and speaking to the child about her cat. Ideally, it wouldn't take to long to locate her.
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@easy modo: Well of course she does.
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