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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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The sky was painted orange. The light played across the clouds, and cast that splash of color along the landscape beneath it. This light stretched the shadows of trees and other objects across the ground, making them seem almost jagged. Quite a large number of these shadows were moving.
The horses's hooves clacked as the hit the ground on a steady rhythm. Due to the large number of them, this created almost a chorus of clopping hooves. At the head of the group was a white mare, a young and sturdy horse clearly well-cared for. On her back was a girl, no older then sixteen, wearing armor with a flowing white and gold cape. Her armor was pristine, cared for with exceptional attention, shining in the light of the sunset. Though she had never been in any serious combat before now, the level of care to her armor would not falter even after doing so. Her hair was blonde, eyes blue, and skin pale. She had a rather intense expression on her face.
Bandit King Jeremiah. That was the name of the man they were riding out against today. He led a band of thieves and criminals, vicious bandits who had pillaged even small villages by this point. They had preyed upon the innocent. They had killed the defenseless to claim their belongings. And their leader had the gall to claim himself a "King". Reports told of how he had cut down soldiers sent to destroy his band. Of how he had sent a dying man back to the capital to tell of how he would ransack it, as well. Of how not even the Iron Rose Knights could stop him.
So, it had been decided it was time to put this to the test. To destroy these vicious and cruel men before they could take more innocent lives. Thaln's soldiers were unable to eliminate Jeremiah, but the legendary Iron Rose Knights...
Fanilly gripped the leather in her hands tightly. They... had to win. She had to prove she could do this, and they had to destroy such cruel, wicked bandits. There was no question of it. The bandit's camp was not far off, not even too distant from the road. The Bandit King's brazen attitude had grown, leading to little fear from his band of criminals at remaining so close.
She looked back over her shoulder.
"It won't be much longer that we will need to proceed on-foot," she said.
The strategy was a simple one. To position themselves around the camp, advance inward, and destroy it. While the bandits were powerful... an attack by the famed Iron Rose Knights when they unprepared could surely eliminate them. Even though she doubted herself... deep down, Fanilly felt that the Bandit King was more of a braggart then a powerful warrior. He had likely exploited whatever advantage he could to take down the soldiers sent to eliminate his band of thieves.
Her knights were prepared, however.
Fanilly could only hope she was as well.
@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@Asuras@jdh97@Dystopya@Psyker Landshark@Click This@OwO@PigeonOfAstora@Animal@TheFake@ERode@Virgil@Crimson Paladin
The horses's hooves clacked as the hit the ground on a steady rhythm. Due to the large number of them, this created almost a chorus of clopping hooves. At the head of the group was a white mare, a young and sturdy horse clearly well-cared for. On her back was a girl, no older then sixteen, wearing armor with a flowing white and gold cape. Her armor was pristine, cared for with exceptional attention, shining in the light of the sunset. Though she had never been in any serious combat before now, the level of care to her armor would not falter even after doing so. Her hair was blonde, eyes blue, and skin pale. She had a rather intense expression on her face.
Bandit King Jeremiah. That was the name of the man they were riding out against today. He led a band of thieves and criminals, vicious bandits who had pillaged even small villages by this point. They had preyed upon the innocent. They had killed the defenseless to claim their belongings. And their leader had the gall to claim himself a "King". Reports told of how he had cut down soldiers sent to destroy his band. Of how he had sent a dying man back to the capital to tell of how he would ransack it, as well. Of how not even the Iron Rose Knights could stop him.
So, it had been decided it was time to put this to the test. To destroy these vicious and cruel men before they could take more innocent lives. Thaln's soldiers were unable to eliminate Jeremiah, but the legendary Iron Rose Knights...
Fanilly gripped the leather in her hands tightly. They... had to win. She had to prove she could do this, and they had to destroy such cruel, wicked bandits. There was no question of it. The bandit's camp was not far off, not even too distant from the road. The Bandit King's brazen attitude had grown, leading to little fear from his band of criminals at remaining so close.
She looked back over her shoulder.
"It won't be much longer that we will need to proceed on-foot," she said.
The strategy was a simple one. To position themselves around the camp, advance inward, and destroy it. While the bandits were powerful... an attack by the famed Iron Rose Knights when they unprepared could surely eliminate them. Even though she doubted herself... deep down, Fanilly felt that the Bandit King was more of a braggart then a powerful warrior. He had likely exploited whatever advantage he could to take down the soldiers sent to eliminate his band of thieves.
Her knights were prepared, however.
Fanilly could only hope she was as well.
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Sorry I missed stuff I should have let myself wake up more. ^^;
I also forgot to note that @Raineh Daze is my co-GM for this RP.
I also forgot to note that @Raineh Daze is my co-GM for this RP.
@Zombehs: Please post your bio in the OOC first so I can do a formal acceptance. ^^;
Mihama Nanako
Even in an ideal situation, Nanako's ability as a magus could only go so far, especially on a simple single-action spell. Her wind barrier was failing already, the crossbow bolts were going to pierce it within seconds...!
But then the bulk of the shadow monster suddenly went hurtling into their path. Immediately, Nanako cancelled the spell, the mana ceasing to blaze through her limbs as she fell backwards onto her rear end. She could hear the bolts penetrating the beastly creature's back, sending it to the ground with a thud. It seemed as if the Archer at least recognized that killing their ally, even if it was such a horrible creature, was unwise.
For a few moments, the horrible monster simply laid there. Even in her current sleep-derived state, Nanako had enough awareness(possibly due to the adrenaline) to shuffle backwards as quickly as she could and get out of the beast's immediate reach. For even now, the awful wound on its head was still healing, and while the crossbow bolts seemed to have disabled it, it certainly wasn't yet dead!
@PKMNB0Y
@HereComesTheSnow: The Iron Rose Knights are based in an expansive building within Thaln's capital, complete with communal baths for both men and women(with blessed water that is always the right temperature and heals minor injuries), many, many rooms, training equipment, a courtyard, a library, an expansive kitchen, and shrines to both Mayon and Reon. The entry hall is decorated with portraits of previous captains, as well as a display case holding Elionne's sword.
@Asuras: I'll take a closer look tomorrow, since it's now gotten pretty late for me.
@HereComesTheSnow: Maaaaaybe.
@HereComesTheSnow: Maaaaaybe.
@HereComesTheSnow: Thaln and Velt have a relatively good relationship as of now. It helps that Thaln's largely conflicted with itself, or attacks from the south(such as a by-sea invasion of the Vos Korvungand, a viking-esque enemy from the distant north, during Elionne's time).
@HereComesTheSnow: There's probably some characters in the setting who could reach a high tier of absurdity, but for this RP I'm going somewhere between the two extremes. People can do some pretty extraordinary stuff(and magic can be pretty crazy) but we're not going to have mountain-swatting or things like that.
As for folklore, there's at least some things. There's a week long festival celebrating Elionne due to her sainthood, for example, but that's related to the church. There's a children's Holiday called Milk Bunny Day, which finds its basis in a fairly old children's song that basically anyone has heard. I actually have the song written out, too, since it appeared in the previous version of the RP.
There's also stories like, for example, the Tale of the Mad Prince Mern(who killed the other members of the royal family due to a sick obsession with his younger sister before being killed by Elionne) which has various tellings that all distort the truth in various ways. A lot of Thaln's stories are tied to Elionne, at least the more modern ones, due to the profound effect she had on the country before her disappearance. However, there are older stories as well, such as the legend of the Witch-Queen of Orodagor(due to her rumored survival).
As for folklore, there's at least some things. There's a week long festival celebrating Elionne due to her sainthood, for example, but that's related to the church. There's a children's Holiday called Milk Bunny Day, which finds its basis in a fairly old children's song that basically anyone has heard. I actually have the song written out, too, since it appeared in the previous version of the RP.
There's also stories like, for example, the Tale of the Mad Prince Mern(who killed the other members of the royal family due to a sick obsession with his younger sister before being killed by Elionne) which has various tellings that all distort the truth in various ways. A lot of Thaln's stories are tied to Elionne, at least the more modern ones, due to the profound effect she had on the country before her disappearance. However, there are older stories as well, such as the legend of the Witch-Queen of Orodagor(due to her rumored survival).
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