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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.
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.
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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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@Holy Grail: How do you mean? Regular forum rules apply, of course.
@BrokenPromise: Alrighty, looking forward to it. I'm already really excited about this RP getting going, I like the cast a lot.
So as soon as everyone gets a post up, I'll be moving things forward!
Get ready for a bit of a surprise at the convenience store.
Get ready for a bit of a surprise at the convenience store.
@HereComesTheSnow: Hmmm.
You know, let's say they can also use telepathy, because it doesn't cause any problems can could be useful/neat/funny.
You know, let's say they can also use telepathy, because it doesn't cause any problems can could be useful/neat/funny.
@Crimmy: Hmm, I didn't have a specific season in mind aside "no snow" and "school". ^^; So it's not during any break period and it's not snowing.
@Crimmy: I was thinking somewhat north-western. Or well... With Japan's coast I think it's northern more?
Niigata prefecture if we want to be really specific but that's not super important.
Niigata prefecture if we want to be really specific but that's not super important.
@Crimmy: Akane's a first year.
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"Ehh? But beneath the floor is where mother's traps are," Yuuno protested, frowning, "They couldn't even get an arm down there, that's for sure. It triggers the moment it finds anything down there and melts them like acid."
"Still," Toshiko replied, "Isn't there a chance that they could have displaced a limb in there? Or..."
The redheaded mage narrowed her eyes. Hold it a moment, what was... Leaning in closely, Toshiko eyed the porcelain beneath the glass case. There was something curious there... It was a dark print. Too wide and thick to be a fingerprint... a toe-print? The blood, if that is what it was, was dried, and from the shape it seemed like a big toe on a small foot. And alongside it, a couple of blonde hairs...
"... Someone was inside the case, with an injured foot," Toshiko concluded. Sadly this did not exactly help too much, but those blonde hairs... blonde hairs an an injured foot. Unless the culprit had fled quickly enough that at least narrowed down their potential suspects...
"Still," Toshiko replied, "Isn't there a chance that they could have displaced a limb in there? Or..."
The redheaded mage narrowed her eyes. Hold it a moment, what was... Leaning in closely, Toshiko eyed the porcelain beneath the glass case. There was something curious there... It was a dark print. Too wide and thick to be a fingerprint... a toe-print? The blood, if that is what it was, was dried, and from the shape it seemed like a big toe on a small foot. And alongside it, a couple of blonde hairs...
"... Someone was inside the case, with an injured foot," Toshiko concluded. Sadly this did not exactly help too much, but those blonde hairs... blonde hairs an an injured foot. Unless the culprit had fled quickly enough that at least narrowed down their potential suspects...
For several moments, Fanilly was silent, listening to Tyaethe's explanation of the praise she had leveled on her. Was... she really worthy such praise...? Was all that true...? However, when the armored figure called her cute, however, the smallish blonde found her cheeks coloring in embarrassment. The Immortal Paladin had just called her cute?! What... how... Certainly that was nothing she had ever expected to hear at any point in her life, undeniably so. Quietly, the girl averted her eyes towards the ground and shifted awkwardly, opening and closing her mouth slightly as she did.
Finally, Fanilly managed to get something out that was at all coherent.
"I... I see..." she said, finally, turning away as she did, embarrassment rising. Really, it was hardly anything she had expected to hear, and there was no denying that.
It wasn't much longer that the call for breakfast rang out, cutting off most conversations.
The eggs chauntressy was delicious.
It had been a week since the attempt on Princess Eliabelle's life. An interrogation of the remaining conspirator had offered relatively little information, save that Damon Cal had been sent to join them by another outside source. The Nem sisters were currently housed in relative comfort, though a decision on Tili's fate had yet to be made, save that execution was absolutely not in her future.
The Iron Roses had received little rest. Many of their number had been deployed to keep watch on the castle and to ensure there was not another assassination attempt. They could not be certain that anyone else would not appear and attempt to take the Princesses' life. And so, Fanilly had sent many of her knights to be put on guard, greatly bolstering the palace guard with their numbers and skills. Only, this morning, they had received a strange cry for help.
The messenger told them he had been sent from Fort Daelantine. Or, rather, the message they received told them that. The messenger had, according to the city guard, dropped dead shortly after his arrival. His note was hastily scrawled, a desperate plea to immediately send the Iron Roses to assist.
Other details were scarce.
Fanilly could not in good conscious recall the knights guarding the Princess. And so, she put together a small force of knights who had proven themselves in the past or in recent combat, and set out for for Fort Daelantine. It was much of the day before the outline of the fort's towers appeared in the distance. From here, it seemed there had been little to no disturbance. Around them the plains were wide and flat, the fort the most notable landmark.
"We're almost there," Fanilly called to her knights, from atop her horse. "We can't be sure what's happened, so we must be careful."
Finally, Fanilly managed to get something out that was at all coherent.
"I... I see..." she said, finally, turning away as she did, embarrassment rising. Really, it was hardly anything she had expected to hear, and there was no denying that.
It wasn't much longer that the call for breakfast rang out, cutting off most conversations.
The eggs chauntressy was delicious.
It had been a week since the attempt on Princess Eliabelle's life. An interrogation of the remaining conspirator had offered relatively little information, save that Damon Cal had been sent to join them by another outside source. The Nem sisters were currently housed in relative comfort, though a decision on Tili's fate had yet to be made, save that execution was absolutely not in her future.
The Iron Roses had received little rest. Many of their number had been deployed to keep watch on the castle and to ensure there was not another assassination attempt. They could not be certain that anyone else would not appear and attempt to take the Princesses' life. And so, Fanilly had sent many of her knights to be put on guard, greatly bolstering the palace guard with their numbers and skills. Only, this morning, they had received a strange cry for help.
The messenger told them he had been sent from Fort Daelantine. Or, rather, the message they received told them that. The messenger had, according to the city guard, dropped dead shortly after his arrival. His note was hastily scrawled, a desperate plea to immediately send the Iron Roses to assist.
Other details were scarce.
Fanilly could not in good conscious recall the knights guarding the Princess. And so, she put together a small force of knights who had proven themselves in the past or in recent combat, and set out for for Fort Daelantine. It was much of the day before the outline of the fort's towers appeared in the distance. From here, it seemed there had been little to no disturbance. Around them the plains were wide and flat, the fort the most notable landmark.
"We're almost there," Fanilly called to her knights, from atop her horse. "We can't be sure what's happened, so we must be careful."
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