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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. 4 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.
4 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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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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I cannot believe how indecisive I am being about picking a job for my character to do in my own RP.
As a GM myself, if I am able I very much prefer not to GM what I am running myself. It feels a bit... self-indulgent at best, and at worst it's actively working against my own intentions as GM.
This is why I do often seek co-GMs in RPs where I am using a regular character.
This is why I do often seek co-GMs in RPs where I am using a regular character.
@Heartfillia: Yes, go ahead.
Saber - Benienma
Her suspicions were confirmed. Even as the arm grotesquely regrew, Benienma knew just what kind of opponent she was facing. Not simply a soul steeped in evil, debauchery, and sin. Not simply someone who forsook their humanity and wore the face of another. This was no simple monster.
This was one who could become a beast.
If her determination to bring judgement to such an abominable sinner had not already been solidified, it would have been now. To allow a beast to be birthed into this world would condemn countless human beings to an awful fate. Those horns alone, she could sense the sheer amount of mana that had suddenly been collected...
... Whatever had just happened...!
Even as the arms erupted in a circle around them, Benienma's sword was already flashing from its sheath once more! In a flash of steel, eight of the arms that had sprouted around them were suddenly severed, tumbling through the air and spurting blood across the soil.
"Masta!" the diminutive enma began, looking back over her shoulder, "Try to contact reinforcements dechi! For now, take this!"
The tiny redheaded girl flung one arm back towards her Master, and from her sleeve came a much smaller box that landed just in front of the brunette. With this, the others would be able to recover and the contents would help them better defend against the Beast candidate Kiara's assault until further reinforcements could arrive!
For now, her attention had to be on the evil doppelganger.
"I'll cut your false salvation apart dechi!"
The first of the oncoming hands was caught by her blade between the middle and ring fingers! The dragged her katana through its flesh, severing it down the middle to the very base before pulling it free in an instant! Without pause, Benienma twisted her body, and severed another of the oversized limbs, apart, the spray of blood erupting into the air in a shower of crimson! Slamming one foot down, she burst forward, slicing another arm off at its base... and another! And another! And another! Each flash of her katana cut another arm down, spraying the evil Kiara's blood across the park grounds!
There was a burst of air like a sonic boom as Benienma threw herself forward, the backdraft from her explosion of motion ripping across the park as she spun her entire body, one particularly large arm reaching for her cut once, twice, three times, four times...! When she landed, it had been severed dozens of times with each spin, cut apart into circular chunks!
She had to reach the evil Kiara! She had to cut her down!
She had to stop her from becoming a beast!
@PKMNB0Y@RolePlayerRoxas
Saber - Arturia Pendragon
The barrier was tremendous. There was no doubt in the blonde Saber's mind that it was the work of the perpetrator, but it wasn't akin to the magecraft she was more familiar with. No, it had more in common with... certain Eastern arts? She was less familiar with them, but it did seem to be the case. Regardless, the aim of the shimmering purple wall was quite clear: The rejection of spiritual entities. The rejection of the entire concept of Servants.
However...
Her Master's capabilities made her well suited for disrupting such defenses!
"Thank you, Master," said the King of Knights quickly, pausing for a moment after passing through the gap in the bounded field to make sure that the taller girl was keeping pace. Now she could focus on what was ahead:
Finding the one responsible for this atrocity and stopping them. The killings and attempted murders at the arena, the enormous summoning of twisted shades of Servants and phantasmal beasts...
The one responsible for these crimes would have to answer for them.
But there was something Arturia couldn't ignore.
"The air here feels unnatural," commented the Saber-class Servant, "As if something is-"
Before she could complete that thought, something emerged from thin air before them, pulling itself through a gaping hole in space itself. It looked like a pale silhouette of a horned woman... and it slowly raised its hands...
"Master!"
Her instincts blaring to her that something terrible was about to happen, Arturia scooped her Master into her arms without a moment's pause. In an instant, the land behind Lancelot, her Master, and herself was compressed into a cube!
What kind of power was this...?!
Not waiting for it to complete its gesture once more, Master in her arms, Arturia was off and sprinting.
"Sir Lancelot!" called the King of Knights, "Do all you can to keep it distracted until I can join the fight!"
She had to find somewhere safe to put her Master, until then she couldn't attempt to mount an attack. Not when it was capable of such devastating destruction with a simple gesture!
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@HereComesTheSnow: Yeeeeeep.
@Heartfillia: No. The girl is a lot more recognizable then the knight, actually.
... Also she totally always had dark gray hair that wasn't a quick edit.
... Also she totally always had dark gray hair that wasn't a quick edit.
@Heartfillia: It's a name.
It seemed, for the moment, no-one was making any unusual moves towards the princess at this very moment. For now, at the very least... no, much of the crowd seemed quite distracted by the sudden disappearance of the cake.
"Ah, Sir Gerard, was it?" Eliabelle said with a smile as the knight approached, "Aside from the sudden disappearance of the cake, we're doing quite well."
She frowned again, as her eyes returned to the empty space the enormous ode to all that was baked goods had once sat.
"Really, who takes an entire cake? It must have been a mage..."
Fanilly glanced towards Sir Gerard. Was something the matter? It wasn't as if she had any particular reason to suspect as such aside from the vanished cake, but when one of her knights suddenly approached her, asking if all was well... it arose suspicions. She didn't want to ask in front of the Princess, disrupting the mood would have hardly aided anything and she didn't want to frighten Eliabelle either, especially if it turned out that nothing was wrong at all. Ah... she couldn't really count on her questioning look towards her knight coming across at all, either...
What was she to do?
Before she could say much else, however, there was suddenly more commotion towards the gardens, drawing much of the crowds' attention. Perhaps now would be the time to look for an intruder? Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the moment...
"Manti... core...?"
Violette tilted her head. She had only ever heard of such a creature, and to know it existed and was actually something that a living person could encounter... that did serve to catch her interest, certainly. Even if she quickly tried to bury it under a much less intrigued expression, looking away once more.
It was only obvious she wasn't the type who was often honest with her interests.
"... I suppose something like that is different, at least..."
In the gardens, the black knight stared at the sudden approach of the seemingly-drunk Elwen. They said not a single word, expression completely hidden behind their face-concealing armet, but at this distance one thing was perfectly clear:
The knight was incredibly tall. Over two meters, perhaps even more. This cut quite the striking figure, especially combined with the completely black armor. Additionally, the knight was equipped with a short sword on one hip, but also an incredibly long zweihander, larger than all but perhaps the blade wielded by the Iron Rose Knights' eldest member, matching the huge knight's height at least.
The knight continued to say nothing, but the small girl with dark gray pigtails swiftly interposed herself between the two of them. She was young, thirteen perhaps at the oldest, wearing a navy blue dress in contrast to her fair skin and light brown eyes.
"Haelstadt isn't this Sir Gareth, drunkard," she protested immediately, "And neither of us have a single interest in entertaining your boorish behavior."
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"Ah, Sir Gerard, was it?" Eliabelle said with a smile as the knight approached, "Aside from the sudden disappearance of the cake, we're doing quite well."
She frowned again, as her eyes returned to the empty space the enormous ode to all that was baked goods had once sat.
"Really, who takes an entire cake? It must have been a mage..."
Fanilly glanced towards Sir Gerard. Was something the matter? It wasn't as if she had any particular reason to suspect as such aside from the vanished cake, but when one of her knights suddenly approached her, asking if all was well... it arose suspicions. She didn't want to ask in front of the Princess, disrupting the mood would have hardly aided anything and she didn't want to frighten Eliabelle either, especially if it turned out that nothing was wrong at all. Ah... she couldn't really count on her questioning look towards her knight coming across at all, either...
What was she to do?
Before she could say much else, however, there was suddenly more commotion towards the gardens, drawing much of the crowds' attention. Perhaps now would be the time to look for an intruder? Though nothing seemed out of the ordinary at the moment...
"Manti... core...?"
Violette tilted her head. She had only ever heard of such a creature, and to know it existed and was actually something that a living person could encounter... that did serve to catch her interest, certainly. Even if she quickly tried to bury it under a much less intrigued expression, looking away once more.
It was only obvious she wasn't the type who was often honest with her interests.
"... I suppose something like that is different, at least..."
In the gardens, the black knight stared at the sudden approach of the seemingly-drunk Elwen. They said not a single word, expression completely hidden behind their face-concealing armet, but at this distance one thing was perfectly clear:
The knight was incredibly tall. Over two meters, perhaps even more. This cut quite the striking figure, especially combined with the completely black armor. Additionally, the knight was equipped with a short sword on one hip, but also an incredibly long zweihander, larger than all but perhaps the blade wielded by the Iron Rose Knights' eldest member, matching the huge knight's height at least.
The knight continued to say nothing, but the small girl with dark gray pigtails swiftly interposed herself between the two of them. She was young, thirteen perhaps at the oldest, wearing a navy blue dress in contrast to her fair skin and light brown eyes.
"Haelstadt isn't this Sir Gareth, drunkard," she protested immediately, "And neither of us have a single interest in entertaining your boorish behavior."
@Sync@HereComesTheSnow@Asuras@jdh97@Animal@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk@Heartfillia
Sophie raised an eyebrow. She hadn't even yet selected a job, and the huge hundi was offering to go with her? To make up for his behavior? Hmph. He had another thing coming, if he seriously belied she was going to just accept it. Ifari, too. The dark elf had butted in of his own accord and tried to come up with a solution she didn't recall asking for. The young warrior hardly desired to be picking up anyone who blindly wandered into someone directly in front of them, even if they had apologized.
Besides, Sophie hadn't even picked out a job yet. Between the clearing of orcs and the disappearances near Haesting, both of them seemed important to the safety of the common person. This was undeniably something that she had to keep in mind. Orcs were vile barbarians, who enslaved and even ate other thinking beings. Their nature was one that pillaged and destroyed, without any thought or care for anyone but themselves. Thus, killing as many of the bastards as she could was certainly not an invaluable duty.
That being said...
The disappearances near Haesting were quite concerning. There was so far not even a clear indication of what was causing it, but whatever it was had to be eliminated without mercy.
Both of them were choices that were hard to pass up, and yet she could only take one.
"... I'm taking either the job to slay the orcs, or to halt the disappearances near Haesting," she said, finally, leaning slightly closer to the board as she did, "Any decisions you make are your own."
There. Ideally that wouldn't be encouraging.
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Besides, Sophie hadn't even picked out a job yet. Between the clearing of orcs and the disappearances near Haesting, both of them seemed important to the safety of the common person. This was undeniably something that she had to keep in mind. Orcs were vile barbarians, who enslaved and even ate other thinking beings. Their nature was one that pillaged and destroyed, without any thought or care for anyone but themselves. Thus, killing as many of the bastards as she could was certainly not an invaluable duty.
That being said...
The disappearances near Haesting were quite concerning. There was so far not even a clear indication of what was causing it, but whatever it was had to be eliminated without mercy.
Both of them were choices that were hard to pass up, and yet she could only take one.
"... I'm taking either the job to slay the orcs, or to halt the disappearances near Haesting," she said, finally, leaning slightly closer to the board as she did, "Any decisions you make are your own."
There. Ideally that wouldn't be encouraging.
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