VitaVitaAR

Song and Dragon (Closed RP)

Ange Vandarveyon

There had been reports of goblins amassing in this location. While her status was not yet on the level of a full sword saint, it had fallen to her to lead a small contingent of local military in order to root out and destroy the potential incursion. This was a duty she undertook with the utmost seriousness, and pride in herself. She was performing a service to the crown, an important task that would defend the innocent and prevent the creatures from rampaging and attacking wherever they pleased.

Now that they were close to the location of the sightings, Ange had ordered the soldiers to dismount. Initially, they had been surprised, even temporarily, to be attached to even a sword saint in training, but nevertheless they had been eager to do their job and prevent a goblin incursion. This was the matter that was chief on Ange's mind.

And yet... something unexpected was happening. Certainly, the girl had heard all kinds of music before, but this hardly sounded familiar to her. No... something was strange. Also the fact that someone was playing music in the middle of a field when there was a potential goblin attack. That was, frankly, quite stupid in her opinion.

She approached the source of the sound, one hand on the hilt of her sword as she did. The contingent of soldiers that had been dispatched with her, numbering around a dozen, followed.

Soon enough, she came upon... A dragon child, a man with some form of instrument, and a hooded girl. For a few moments, the pink-haired swordswoman stared in mute confusion, before shaking her head.

"What, exactly, are you doing here?" Ange began, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword, "Don't you know that goblins have been sighted nearby? This situation is awfully suspicious. In the name of the Crown, I demand an explanation."

Heroes of Ironridge: A Fantasy Adventure RP

Going to try and get my character written soon, sorry, I have been a bit distracted. ^^;

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

Skuld

Ah, she'd been noticed... Well, that was fine. She hadn't expected to hide, if she was being frank. No, her reason for coming here had nothing to do with subtly observing these Servants... though she was also feeling rather curious.

No, she simply regarded the shoddy undead with distaste.

The figure that emerged from the shadows was... short. She didn't particularly have any sort of imposing look to her, and yet... something seemed subtly darker about her nature. The small, pale girl regarded the Saber-class Servant and the human man standing behind him with a grin. Yes, indeed, this was interesting... the hero Siegfried was here, in addition to the other Servants she had spotted. A single Master using multiple Servants... of course, she had been summoned here under unusual circumstances as well, but regardless of that she found the fact that a solitary master was seemingly in command of more then one heroic spirit was rather fascinating.

There was little reason to hide her identity, in the face of another Norse Servant.

"It's a pleasure to meet someone as famed as Siegfried, fufu~" Caster said, cocking her head to one side as she licked her lips. Placing one hand to her chest, she continued, "I am Princess Skuld, summoned as Caster~ I couldn't help but notice the shoddy, half-baked excuses for the undead swarming about this region, so I took it upon myself to remove such distasteful wretches. But it seems I am too late..."

Yes, indeed, Skuld could fashion much more worthwhile undead under her own power. As for the Master... well, she wanted to speak to him later, that much was certain. She wanted to know just why such a man was here, and what he was doing. Did he perhaps have anything to do with the terrible undead that were rising around the town? Certainly, he did not seem the type to be responsible for their creation, even ignoring the fact that the servants that had taken care of the problem were his own. So from where had he originated? He definitely didn't belong in this era, either.

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

• Name: Princess Skuld
• Class: Caster
• Appearance: "Aaaah, Master, don't you feel lucky?"
• Stats:
  • Strength: E
  • Endurance: E
  • Agility: C
  • Mana: A+
  • Luck: C
  • Noble Phantasm: A
• Class Skills:
  • Item Construction: C
  • Territory Creation: B
• Personal Skills:
  • Necromancy: A A skill pertaining to the reanimation and manipulation of the dead. Caster raised a vast army of undead in order to slay her brother and his companions, transforming Oland into a nightmarish kingdom of death.
  • Grace of the Elven Queen: A In life, Caster was a master manipulator who easily twisted those around her to her will. As a result, she is capable of using her words, and the grace of her bearing as the Elven Queen, in order to twist the perceptions of those around her so that she is not attacked.
  • Elemental Spirit Manipulation: C Caster may freely make use of weak, wayward spirits representing the elements. Her undead army was bolstered by many other supernatural beings, including elemental spirits.
  • High Speed Divine Words: B
• Noble Phantasms:
  • Name: Kingdom of Oland: Darkness Nightmare Capital
  • Rank: B
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Effects: A bounded field embodying the conditions of the island kingdom of Oland while under Caster's rule. The nature it possesses is one of darkness and isolation, and endless death, a nightmarish land twisted by Caster's desire for vengeance. By invoking the name of her ancient kingdom, she is capable of replicating the state of existence of her homeland. Within the bounded field, all opponents suffer a rank down in physical parameters. There is no light, and no heat, leaving them within a pitch black void of cold. While within this Noble Phantasm, Caster gains a staging ground bonus and is capable of summoning her undead forces for a vastly reduced mana cost, effectively allowing her to create a limitless undead army. The chief drawback of this Noble Phantasm is that it is relatively small, only covering a strictly limited area, and that it takes considerable time to put into place.
  • Name: The Beast of Skuld ~ Great Quilled Boar
  • Rank: A
  • Type: Anti-Army
  • Effects: The greatest and most terrifying beast among Skuld's forces, a massive boar whose body bristles with razor sharp quills. A creature called by a greater ritual constructed by Skuld, it is a phantasmal beast capable of slaughtering many warriors in combat. It moves with great speed and possesses great strength, but beyond ignoring Skuld and her Master it is almost entirely uncontrollable. It can be convinced to ignore her allies, but if it is summoned in a populated area what would follow could only be called a massacre.
• Personality: Cold and cruel, callous and indifferent. This is the attitude Princess Skuld displays towards others. Indeed, the image of an evil half-elven queen is the image that she projects. The image of a wicked seductress is one she deeply desires to fulfill. Her attitude is one of arrogance and trickery, as she enjoys her manipulations and the responses her words can incite. And yet... Beneath this cultivated image, there is another side of Skuld. A girl who at one time was simply guided through life by others, who naively trusted in those around her. A girl who was slowly twisted by the discovery of her own origins, the horror at the treatment of her mother, to become the necromancer of legend. Indeed, even as she became the callous manipulator of the dead and the slayer of her own kin, this side of her never faded. This contradictory nature leads to potential developments in her personality. It is possible for Skuld to become quite attached to her Master, and in spite of her otherwise cold nature she will begin to treat her master with kindness. That being said, even at her most warm and kind, her remorseless slaying of others and the raising of the dead does not simply vanish. She does not view the dead as anything more then tools. She will not hesitate to raise the bodies of those killed in the course of the grail war, though the bodies of Servants are beyond her control. Even at her coldest, however, Skuld is self-conscious about her own body. She secretly does not feel she fits the image of an 'evil seductress' no matter how much she tries to fulfill this image, and therefore she tries to dress in deliberately provocative ways in order to 'compensate'.
• Other: N/A

Fate/Transcendent Paradigm—Take 3 (Closed)

"Worry not," Arturia said, doing her best to assure the crowd as they dispersed, "We will root out the source of these creatures and destroy it."

For now, it seemed they had time to themselves. For a moment, the blonde knight glanced towards her allies... To be honest, she wasn't sure what they would do if left to their own devices. The Roman Emperor was extremely exuberant and lacked any kind of restraint, and... well... it wasn't hard to understand Elizabeth Bathory's habits, even if the dragon girl had clearly been attempting to reform. That didn't mean leaving either of them to their own devices was a good idea, especially not when they were together.

After a few moments, the Saber-class Servant decided that it would be for the best to remain with them, to attempt to keep an eye on their behavior. More then, that, though...

... As long as she was here... Perhaps it would be possible for her to see how these people lived...

"... Perhaps we could visit the local market?" she asked, turning towards her fellow Servants.

Admittedly, this was in part for a desire to have food prepared with extremely fresh ingredients. This location seemed like it was a prime source of red meat and fresh fish, after all. The cold would keep it well-preserved, and it was likely harvested daily... fresh ingredients like that could be used well for preparing delicious meals!

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

I'm fine with an elf as long as it's explained.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@KnightsTemplar: The Iron Roses are by and large human, so I'd need a bit of explanation at least.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

@KnightsTemplar: Yes, it is.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

"Er... you need... faries..."

The Earl blinked, shaking his head weakly.

"... If... it would help the Iron Roses, then..." he trailed off. He seemed almost as if he was recovering from being quite drunk, at least to Fanilly's eyes. Given how mentally effecting the charm had been... well, it would have been surprising if he didn't have to spend some time recovering. Completely obfuscating all signs of battle from him... it was a powerful spell, wasn't it? Though she had to be honest that she didn't really know how such a thing worked.

"You may have it... ah, there's my sword!" he declared, his jovial attitude returning... for a moment, when in the middle of reaching for the weapon he suddenly let out a groan and clutched his forehead.

"Father!"

The younger Lord Achter quickly ran to his father's side.

"You said he would need rest... the servants and I will help take him to his room," he said, quickly, helping his father to his feet as the aforementioned servants approached to assist(aside from two, who had gone to fetch milk, honey, and bread for Indrau).

As the Earl was carefully taken to his room, Fanilly turned to face her knights. Now she had to decide how best to divide their forces.. Tiral was right. It would be best to take a small force in pursuit of the witch. In addition to the reasoning he had mentioned, there was still the possibility of a secondary orc assault on the town. It was best to leave it with defenders.

The problem was mostly in deciding who would remain here as a defender and who would go on the hunt.

"Sir Tiral, Dame Cymbeline, Sir Indrau," she began, "You will accompany myself and Sir Tyaethe, along with Sir Denvon, Dame Avina, Dame Vionne, and Sir Elex in pursuit of the witch."

She paused for moment.

"Everyone else will remain here, in order to bolster the town's defenses."

There. Fanilly had tried to pick the Knights she felt best suited to handling a powerful magic user. One with a blade that could cut magic, those who had assisted in removing the charm, and otherwise powerful combatants who would be able to overwhelm even a strong mage at close range. Everyone who was left behind was also a strong knight, but the town needed defense, after all.

"We will be departing quickly, so prepare yourselves."

---

Indeed, after the knights had received the food and drink Indrau had requested, and been given time to clean their weapons and armor, Fanilly quickly set off astride her white mare, leading the team she had gathered into the forest one more.

It was important to take the witch down as quickly as possible, before she could launch any other attacks. The more time she was given, the more time she could prepare.

As for those left behind at the town, they were given the freedom to organize the potential defense. For the moment, however, the town's children had excitedly gone to see their defenders.

It wasn't every day that the Iron Roses came to Brennan, after all.

@Crusader Lord@Crimson Paladin@TheFake@Raineh Daze@Noodles@PKMNB0Y

Song and Dragon (Closed RP)

• Name: Ange Vandarvayon
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Prospective Sword Saint
• Personality: A proud and dedicated daughter of the Vandarvayon family, the younger of a pair of sisters. Certainly, she has a great deal of pride in herself, and in her future as a Vandarvayon Sword Saint, the swordplay of her bloodline passing to both her and her elder sister. Ange views herself as a sentinel, a knight of the land, and this assessment of herself is hardly incorrect in regards to the Vandarvayon family's history. This pride in her family, her skills, all of it is compounded by a deeply competitive streak. And, well, while she's patient with her own training she is not patient with others, easily becoming irritable and angry when people behave in a manner she views as foolish or stupid. This attitude makes her a rather fiery girl, but at the same time she is also rather easily flustered or embarrassed. Ange may have a short temper, but she strongly believes in justice and her duty as a knight of the land and a future Sword Saint. She will never back down from a fight and matters of duty are to be unquestionably fulfilled in her mind. A Vandarvayon Knight does not back down, justice will be done. That is a solid, unwavering, unshakable fact in Ange's mind. To that end, she cares both about the extermination of evil and the defense of the innocent. She firmly believes that she is one of the most skilled wielders of the blade in the entire country... short of her sister.
• Native/Not?: Native
• Abilities: Ange is a daughter of the Vandarvayon family, and as such her future prospect is to become a Sword Saint. A title bequeathed only to those with incredible, inhuman skill with a blade, via both technique and magical capability, even a prospective Sword Saint is a force to be reckoned with. Ange possesses the lightning fast swordplay of the Vandarvayon family, making her offensive technique in melee an onslaught of rapid blows with a sturdy and sharp blade capable of cutting through even solid plate armor. However, this is not the only ability that Ange possesses. Additionally, she is capable of magic. Mostly this is to enhance her blade, lacing the edges and tip with mana in order to further augment its cutting capability, or release a slicing wind. However, she can also summon a set of six phantom blades to follow behind her. The can be launched as projectiles, but also wielded for a brief time if Ange is disarmed, though they will quickly break. Her family's crowning technique, one Ange has yet to master, is Dragonslayer, a blow with a sword intended to slice through even the strongest dragon's scales and skewer its heart. It is an ultimate shieldbreaker, a magically-enhanced defense-piercing sword technique that she cannot yet freely perform.
• History:
• Other: N/A

Still need to do history but that's everything I have right now.