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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

"... Of course not," responded Lord Velbrance, noticeably growing somewhat more wary at the appearance of the vampiric Paladin as he spoke. "Saints are few and far between, are they not? And so it takes exceptionally rare capability to even approach one, does it not? I was simply attempting to see if the Knight-Captain felt she was on that level."

Even though Fanilly wasn't certain what the goal of the comments was, she could tell that Lord Velbrance was most certainly not asking any of this in good faith. But it was overwhelming, she hadn't been prepared for this. She'd wanted to try and... and do anything but get into a war of words with a noble with ill intentions. She didn't even know what Lord Velbrance's goal was, she had barely spoken with him as a child all of once.

"Besides, crushing some thieves is only-"

Being cut off by Gillian's minor tirade brought the Lord to silence once more. Fanilly, too, stared with wide eyes as she heard Gillian's words. A saint was no better? Ah... what did she say to all this...?

"..." For a few moments, the nobleman was silent.

And then he chuckled.

"Really? Are all the knights under your command so irreverent?" he commented, "To think, you adhere to such an old tradition and yet your reverence is so thin? An order founded by a saint and yet you care nothing for sainthood?"

He smirked.

"Perhaps this really is too much for poor Danbalion to manage... well, I wish you good luck regardless!"

With that, he began to turn to leave...

@ghastlyInc@Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

"Oh, that sounds ever so exciting!" cried the first girl excitedly, almost bouncing in place as she did, her drill-curled hair looking like a pair of springs. It was quite clear that the idea of this great feat, this combat with such a ferocious man who called himself the Bandit King, was appealing to the girls.

At least... to was appealing to two of them. The youngest of the three seemed decidedly uninterested. It wasn't as if she didn't think it was a good thing. Rather, she was simply looking away slightly as if she didn't want to hear about it.

When Fleuri added to the story, the girls seemed to be in total awe. With the exception of the youngest, at least.

"Fell a tree in a single blow... no armor..." repeated the second girl slowly, as if the words had initially failed to register to her. In fairness, such a thing was stunning to hear about for anyone. It was clear that the Bandit King had been some abnormal warrior of extreme capability, after all. "Was... was he some kind of beast? A fallen divine like the Witch-Queen?!"

The youngest girl stared incredulously at her.

"The Witch-Queen? He was a bandit who had too many muscles," she said, simply, "Don't be silly..."

"That might be going a little far, Angenese," commented the first girl, scratching the back of her head with an awkward laugh, "The Witch-Queen, really, eh-heheh..."

"Well, no, not her... she was killed so long ago, and even if she was still around she looks like a little girl now, right?" asked Angenese.

This earned a heavy sigh from the youngest girl.

"You really believe that old story...?"

"They could be true!" declared Angenese, defiantly, "Besides, if he was so strong, maybe he really was a fallen divine! Wouldn't that make the story even more amazing?!"

She turned to the two knights excitedly.

"Tell us more! Do you think he was a fallen divine?!"

"I don't think he was a fallen divine... but I really want to hear more! How did you overcome such a monstrous bandit?!" asked the first girl, as well.

The third simply sipped her drink.

A fallen divine... Of course, there was no way Jeremiah was one. He was a mortal man, who had died like one. A servant of the gods who had descended to the world after its creation, who had rejected their own origin and became an opponent to those who dwelt within it, would never have died so swiftly. Besides, what would a fallen divine even be doing in such a place?

It was absurd to think about.

@HereComesTheSnow@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@FlappyTheSpybot: Well... being devout, having been sworn in as part of the clergy... those are pretty big. ^^;

Also I'll update for the three noble girls soon.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@FlappyTheSpybot: Quick note, Maritza isn't a paladin unless she's properly part of the clergy and has blessed equipment from the church.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

"Hmmm? Is that so?" asked Lord Velbrance, declining to shake Gillian's hand as he cocked his head slightly to one side, "Well then, that's a considerable feat for a girl of such a young age. Some would say it's rather unfair for such a thing to be foisted on her, but I suppose that is neither here nor there."

He shrugged. At that point, Fanilly found herself frowning. Foisted on her...? No, she wanted to do this. Even if it hadn't initially been her personal choice, even though she had been selected for the purpose of becoming the next Captain due to her birth... Even if she was afraid she'd fail, felt she already had failed that poor knight who had died under the weight of Jeremiah's blade. But nevertheless, she still wanted to help innocent people and keep them safe. That was one of the core values, one of the founding Principles of the Iron Rose Knights.

She'd long ago concluded to herself that it was truly what she wanted. So why...?

"But... wasn't Saint Elionne my age...?" she found herself saying.

"Well, of course," replied Lord Velbrance, "But a Saint is something quite a bit different then the average person. Would you say you're of the same caliber as a Saint, Knight-Captain?"

"I... what? Er..."

@ghastlyInc

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

@HereComesTheSnow: I'm sure Sir Gerald here is thrilled about this situation.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

When someone is nervous, they may want to take comfort in food. Especially when there is such a wealth of excellent cooking on display. It was said that the two greatest of chefs in all of Thaln resided in Aimlenn: One in Candaeln, and one in the Castle itself. The array of edibles on display ranged from piping hot pot pies, to golden-brown fresh roast duck, to honey-glazed pork, to a lovely-looking rack of lamb. The scent that emanated from the food table was one that indicated quality, the savory flavors of seared and roasted meats, vegetables cooked to perfection serving as sides... And of course, there was the impressive-looking multi-tiered cake, decorated with some manner of dark blue and gold frosting, resting on the most distant table closest to the opposite end of the hall to the entrance.

The fact that Fanilly was as nervous as she was and that there was so much lovely food on display made her reaction only natural. The young Knight-Captain found herself taking a plate from the table and approaching the food even as the herald continued to announce the knights as they entered. The blonde girl was only a few steps away from the roast duck when someone approached her.

It was a young man, his black hair slicked back, clad in fine silken garb. He bowed immediately, purple eyes cast upwards towards Fanilly as he did.

"A pleasure to see you, oh Knight-Captain. I believe we've met before?" he began. After a moment's pause, recognition hit the somewhat petite girl head-on. She had not spoken to him very much at all, but she had met this man prior. It was quite a few years ago. She had only been eleven years old, and he had been thirteen or fourteen, she didn't recall. It was a brief meeting that she didn't remember very much about, but she remembered his name.

"Ah, Lord Velbrance, er, it's been quite a long time," she responded, giving him a somewhat awkward smile. She hadn't expected to be stopped on the way to her food-based method of relaxation... ".. How have you been?"

"Quite fine, thank you," responded Lord Edvard Velbrance, "The same can be said of you, it seems. Such a beautiful young girl, leading an entire order of knights..."

He paused for a moment.

"Well, it's tradition, isn't it? And you have already had your first success, slaying that butcher with delusions of grandeur," he continued, cutting Fanilly off before she could respond just as she opened her mouth, "I'm certain it must have been quite a frightful experience."

Frightful? Just what was Lord Velbrance saying? Fanilly shook her head. Regardless of what she felt may have been her own failings, her duty was clear-cut and letting fear get the better of her most certainly wasn't part of it.

"No matter what happened, it was my duty to the people of Thaln to stop him," she replied, managing to make her voice quite firm, "It's the duty of the Iron Rose Knights to stop anything that threatens the innocent."

At the very least, she was certain of that.

"My, even against a monster in human flesh like I've heard that Thief Lord was? I wonder how many people could honestly say they didn't feel the slightest bit afraid in the face of such a thing..."

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Fanilly was not the only one who had been approached for conversation.

In perhaps what was possibly Sir Gerard Segremors's worst nightmare given the situation, it was not long at all before some of the nobility noticed an isolated knight and approached him.

In what may have been a source of relief for him they were not seeming to look for a way to use a conversation with him politically.

Three young noble girls had approached him, two of which had eyes sparkling with excitement while the third looked more or less bored with the entire situation.

"Aaaah, Sir Knight!" called the first girl, who had trailing blonde hair curled into drills and a red and white dress. She looked towards her two two at her sides with a somewhat smug smile on her face, "See? Didn't I tell you they would be here?!"

"Ah, how exciting!" cried a second, this one seeming to be the eldest of the three. She was clad in a blue and white dress, her blonde hair paler and worn loose. "Yoohoo, Sir Knight!"

She waved towards Sir Gerald.

The third girl, who appeared to be the youngest of the three and had black, neatly-cut hair and a black dress, looked rather less enthusiastic.

"It's not as if it was a secret or anything..." she half-murmured in a rather flat tone with a sigh. Still, she followed the other two girls as they eagerly crowded around the man.

"Tell us of your adventurers, Sir Knight!" said the first girl, "We wish oh so much to hear of them!"

"Yes, tell us, tell us!" declared the second.

The third simply sighed.

@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@Asuras@jdh97@Animal@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@ghastlyinc@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Fantasy Knight RP

Be prepared for some royal levels of fanciness, people.

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

I was waiting on posts. ^^;

Life in another world as a Enemy Mob! - An Isekai RP

It wasn't as if I knew what else to do. After taking some internal issue with how I had, once again, been so easily picked up, I stood there for a few moments. While I had a distinct impression I could get kidnapped at any moment around Ashewell, at the same time I didn't exactly know what else I could do. I had the body of an eight-year-old girl(at least, I thought so judging by my stature. Did it really make a difference if I was off by a year or two?), which wasn't exactly suited to any sort of labor. Let alone hunting. My tail swished back and forth behind me as I frowned to myself, shifting my feet slightly where I stood.

"... I guess I'll just... go and gather firewood or something..." I half-mumbled. We needed firewood, didn't we? I remembered how to identify it from when I was a... well, when I was a human child in my original world. I'd gone camping before, after all, with my parents. So I remembered the qualities of good firewood. I couldn't really cut anything down myself, but I could at least collect dry sticks to use as kindling.

Or something.

With my mind set on a particular task, I set out to accomplish it. In no way was I going to stray far.

@Suneli@Pyromania99