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Current 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.
4 yrs ago
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 so best Servant Saber has arrived.

... Have I mentioned I really really really like Saber I do not think I have.
Arturia Pendragon, Saber


The blue motes of light gather and swirl, rising from the blazing magic circle. They collected and gathered, beginning to manifest something... more. Feet, clad in silvery-armored boots, and then rising further to reveal a blue dress. Further and further they rose, manifesting more of a dress, further armor plating... and still, it rose. The form it revealed was lightly-built, clad in armor, armor worn over a rather elegant blue dress. Two gauntlets rested on the hilt of something invisible, a hazy sheen of air twisting and manifesting around some sort of weapon. It was impossible to tell, however, exactly what was there. As the light rose further and further, it finally revealed the Servant's face. Green eyes, blonde hair, and a girl's face.

Saber gazed at her Master. The memory of her previous summoning was... fresh in her mind. Terribly so... she had been forced to destroy the holy grail. She had been... she'd... Lancelot... She had to strive for victory, in order to fulfill this wish. The crushing loss of the grail and a reminder of all her failures served to tell her that she must win, in order to prevent that suffering from ever occurring in the first place. Her summoner was a girl, perhaps in her twenties, with dark clothing and dark hair. And yet... this was different, wasn't it? The information had swiftly filtered to her as she was summoned. This was unlike the previous war she had been called into. It was a battle to protect the world from a terrible possibility.

And so, Saber pushed her wish from her mind. For no matter what her desires were, no matter what tragedies had come before, she was a knight above all else. A knight's duty was to protect those in need, to conduct oneself with honor and dignity in the face of adversity. No matter what her memories may contain at the moment, no matter how terrible the situation had been previously... Arturia Pendragon would not allow it to sully her knighthood.

Indeed, regardless of circumstances, there were two chief duties held now, within the Servant's mind. One was to fulfill the purpose she had been summoned for, to defend this world from whatever terrible possibility could befall it from this strange grails all across different versions of reality. The other was the protection of the girl in front of her, the Master who had summoned her to this world. Regardless of her previous experience as a Servant, this duty did not change in her mind. The only way she would possibly reject such a duty was if her Master proved herself to be a person of dishonor and cruelty.

And so, hands on the obscured hilt of her sword, her green eyes fixed firmly on her Master...

"I ask of you, are you my Master?"
Althienna Ly Van Del Vanten


Althienna immediately stood at attention as the Wizard Marshall spoke. It was what she had expected: a reminder that this was not the same as the Grail Wars of the past. That the intent was to work together, use these figures from legend in order to destroy something that posed a threat to not only magi, but everything. It only made sense. Even the most egotistical of her fellow magi could hardly think their work would be aided by the destabilization of reality itself. Well... at least, the ones here, she hoped. Althienna herself considered that, perhaps, her outlook was a bit unusual among magi, but on the other hand... well, her ruthlessness perhaps lay in a somewhat different avenue. And she certainly could not claim she would not conduct herself coldy when need be... but now, well, it wasn't exactly needed, was it?

Now was a time for focus.

Having poured over the book for weeks, Althienna certainly remembered the ritual that was required now. She had no real idea of who she was summoning, but she could identify the curly golden hair as a catalyst. What it would invite, precisely, was something she couldn't say. The idea of so many artifacts being present was almost thrilling, in a way...

But now was not the time for such distraction.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.
Let the stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation..."


As she spoke, she felt the prana passing through her circuits, the flaring sensation of power as the energy required for such a monumental task as drawing a heroic spirit from the Throne of Heroes was invoked, and the circle began to fill with light...
I am super-excited to get my Servants' intros posted.

... Like a lot.
We're all working together.
Sola-Ui was only effected because she allowed herself to be.

I think we can safely say everyone here can probably ignore it relatively easily.
And so Althienna reflects on the cuteness of all the girls how one should conduct oneself and chocolate.
Althienna Ly Van Del Vanten


... Ah, a little girl? Oh, she was so cute, too! ... Her age was rather young for being involved in such an endeavor, however. Still, Althienna was quick to push that out of her mind. If the Wizard Marshall had called her here, there must have been some reason for it. There was no reason to doubt him. Smiling pleasantly, Althienna reached out and gently patted the little girl on her head.

"I'm afraid I don't have any chocolate," she began, gently stroking her hair as she did. "However, I'll be sure to let you know if I get any, so don't be concerned."

Althienna could easily guess that it wasn't likely any of the other magi in the room had chocolate on them... and that many of them would likely be less then polite to a little girl, as her eyes traveled around the room... Ah, what was this? A nervous-looking girl, apparently a few years her junior, placing a shard of aged wood in her circle. A catalyst, then? One provided by herself? Curious... ah, and on top of that, the girl was rather cute as well. In a fashion she considered the child whom had asked her for chocolate too young for, of course. The little girl was more like a puppy. However, there were a number of girls who fell under the definition of cute she had applied to the nervous girl in the room... Oh, yes, quite a few of them appeared most interesting. Ah, but where was her mind wandering? This was hardly the time, she could contemplate such matters later.

Cheeks slightly colored in embarrassment at her own train of thought, the silver-haired magus straightened, removing her hand from the little girl's head.

"In fact, I'll be certain to have chocolate next time we speak."
Saber was faced with Gilles murdering children, so, uh.

I think she wouldn't tolerate him being around.
Merilia...? For a few moments, in her exhaustion, Fanilly didn't quite comprehend what was being told to her. But then, memory came flooding back to her. That portrait, displaying the youthful-looking girl. The Archmage-Knight, her origins in witchcraft... of the founding knights, Fanilly knew that Merilia was one of the ones who was still alive. She also knew that the knight had left the order and now dwelt in distant Akitsushima... once, when she was quite young, Fanilly recalled that her parents had attended a party for the rare appearance of an Akitsushiman Ambassador, who would be there for three months before returning to her distant country. Such an elegant woman, with long, black hair, and with her... was a rabbit-eared girl, extraordinarily beautiful, in such a flowing outfit, even longer hair then the ambassador... It was a vivid memory in the blonde girl's mind.

And so, faced with this rabbit-eared... individual, Fanilly couldn't help but recall those events.

Fanilly had to snap herself out of such thoughts, however. There were matters to attend to.

"You can speak freely, Ito," Fanilly said with a nod. Tyaethe's reassurance had helped, but Fanilly had no reason to assume that one of the founding knights would be here to cause trouble.
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