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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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Tsugihara Runa


There were an awful lot of her classmates here today... noticing one of them, Uehara Shou, waving to her, the girl noncommittally waved back.

To be honest, she didn't really care so much to be here.

This food was not her usual fare, but she hadn't the time to pick anything else up... and the quality at least seemed decent.

Runa sighed slightly. Certainly, Beni-Enma could have cooked for her, but she didn't have any ingredients on hand... ah, how bothersome to have to go shopping for groceries soon...

"... Saber, the staff appear to at the very least be efficient here, correct?" she asked, glancing towards the tiny girl at her side. Her Saber, to be honest, was something of a prize. She synchronized with the Tsugihara family's magecraft perfectly. A figure right out of a Japanese fairytale, she was an ideal Servant for someone such as herself. And there were... other reasons that Runa felt Beni-Enma was a perfect Servant for her, but she was hardly about to mention any of those.

Efficient and careful staff would make for a better quality meal, and given Beni-Enma ran a service establishment herself it seemed logical to get her opinion. From where they sat, they could see into the kitchen, the staff putting all their effort into grilling patties, assembling burgers, and frying various foods. It was difficult to get a sense of how it all tasted thus far, but if the staff were doing a good job then perhaps that would indicate that the food would be good as well?

@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y
"Ohhh... I always try and sneak through them, I never thought about that..."

Throwing the slugs something that would get their attention, huh... It made perfect sense, the sensory strands vanishing above and pulling up the pieces of rations as they did. The rude boy didn't seem too thankful, but maybe he had some other way of getting around them? Imarui wasn't sure, but she was quick to hurry ahead past the silvery tendrils.

Beyond, the tunnel widened further, a trend that seemed to continue the deeper down the tunnel one looked. It wasn't unlikely that both paths linked up at some point, in some way. The glowcaps seemed to die down, signifying their distance from site of whatever had been killed, but it was clear now that the plans were covered in smaller, less bright fungi, a stouter relative to the glowcap, as well as numerous no-light adapted flora.

Imarui wondered what kind of artifacts might be down here, given it was so completely untouched. Maybe she'd find something really big, and then everyone back at the orphanage would be really impressed! The white-haired little girl was smiling to herself at the mere thought.

But...

Something else was moving up ahead.

Another familiar sight.

The low-slung, stubby-limbed, armored body meandered placidly through the tunnel, long enough to take up nearly the entire space. It raised its wide head towards the walls, the flattened tip of its snout pressed against it to shear plants off the stone surface.

"Oh! It's a Tura!"

Excited at the sight of the placid creature, Imarui was quick to sprit ahead, crouching near the creature. She'd seen plenty of Tura in her time as an artifact hunter, but it never really got old. She always found them cute, with their stumpy legs and slow, lazy-seeming gait. They had very few predators due to their heavy armor, and their easy lifestyle meant they were pretty placid, too... there simply wasn't much that bothered them.

"Heee, hi there Mister Tura!"

The creature regarded her. In spite of the low light, it still had eyes due to the presence of light-producing plants in the caverns. It let out low, snuffling sound, but was quick to return to the business of eating.

"Hehehe~ Sounds like you're having a good day~!"

It wasn't just the fact that Imarui found turas cute, however. She knew that this was a clear indication a wider tunnel with better light and a lot more vegetation was ahead!

Anyone who had elected to move past the tura would be greeted with a light incline down a little deeper, and then the cavern opening up in full...

But there would be one more obstacle before reaching the point where the tunnel fully opened up.

A clicking, scraping sound, and a ghostly white shape moving on three pairs of slender legs, slinking ahead, a thin tail held erect... as it moved closer, the narrow shape of its head, its green eyes and four jaws, and the skeleton and internal organs within its body through the skin...

A Tunnel Phantom. The size of a large dog, the tunnel phantom was likely a scout for its pack, searching for food... Tunnel Phantoms certainly had a vicious reputation, and a well-earned one. In spite of their frail appearance, they were incredibly strong.

Killing it quickly and quietly would likely prevent it from calling its fellows, and allowing a quicker path through the tunnel and further.




Past the corpse of the carrier bird, the tunnel suddenly took a steep drop.

At the edge of the drop was a leather pack containing an empty canteen of water. Beyond, on closer inspection, was a lazily-flowing underground river. From what could be discerned at this point, there was no area which left it impossible to keep one's head above water, but in the poor light it was difficult to tell how deep it was or what was in the water.

Shining light downwards would fail to reveal the bottom, but would reveal silvery, darting shapes with long, trailing fins.

Shimmerfish were quick to flee at the presence of a predator and favored relatively shallow water, and their presence indicated the water was likely safe.

How far it could be safely travelled was another story.

@ERode@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Searat@Raineh Daze@KoL@Pyromania99
  • Name: Tsugihara Runa
  • Age: 18
  • Appearance: Moonlight Fairytale Maiden. A somewhat short, slight girl always clad in traditional Japanese clothing.
  • Personality: A straightlaced and serious girl. Runa's mentality is one of commitment born from her family's methodology when approaching magecraft: She takes her emulation of the idea of folklore and fairytales quite seriously. This extends to much of what she does, Runa is a quite serious girl who displays a considerable temper and low tolerance for tomfoolery as well as considerable pride in her bloodline and her capabilities as a magus. Runa is also prideful in regards to her deep knowledge of folkore, primarily and particularly Japanese folklore as her family's magecraft is distinctive in its reliance on it. However, at times certain cracks show through Runa's demeanor. She is quite fond of animals, particularly small and soft ones, and is quite easily embarrassed. A particular source of embarrassment is her complete failure when it comes to the subject of preparing food. While certainly not requisite to a magus, her incapability when it comes to cooking is both embarrassing and simultaneously something she will steadfastly refuse to admit to. A dangerous combination.
  • Abilities: The basis of the magecraft of the Tsugihara family is the folklore of their homeland. Stories such as Taketori Monogatari, tales of various yokai, all of these form the foundation of the Tsugihara's craft. However, they are still distinct in practicing magecraft rather then onmyodo. In order to maintain the folkloric image, the Tsugihara dress in traditional clothing, and due to their Japanese blood use exclusively concepts from Japanese folklore for maximum effect. Runa in particular, with her high grade magic circuits, has a variety of spells she is capable of performing, and her affinity to Fire and Air offers her numerous options. Examples include fiery projectiles modeling on onibi and razor gusts of wind modeled on the Kamaitachi. Chief among her tools as a magus is her familiar, a fox capable of taking human form modeled on the ever-popular legend of the kitsune. The primary use of this familiar is as an assistant, both for mundane purposes and for combat. However, she can also be used as something akin to a living magic wand, enhancing Runa's magecraft and permitting long-range rituals.
  • History: The advancement of the Tsugihara's magecraft has long been at the forefront of the family head's thoughts. By utilizing folklore, something that is endlessly recorded and reused, it is believed that they have a solid foundation for their magecraft. However, the creation of Fusang offered a unique opportunity for the Tsugihara heir: to make a contract with a figure whose story was conveyed through the very folklore forming the foundation of their magecraft. The decision to send Runa to Fusang was met with little protest, Runa herself quite eager to carry out what she felt was the opportunity of a lifetime, and did everything she could on her arrival to ensure the Servant she summoned would be a figure of the folklore she remembered without fail. She did not, perhaps, expect Benienma, but she is hardly about to protest upon learning the sparrow was far more then the fairytale conveyed.
  • Other: N/A
Hey sorry about the delay, we'll still be getting an update Sunday at the latest to put us back on track.
I'd like @Rune_Alchemist to post first, but if that doesn't work out I'll be updating tomorrow and hopefully getting us back of schedule.
I'll be updating later this week at the latest.
"Indeed I do," Nobunaga replied, nodding in response to the Kyrinth's query, "The village elder already desires to restablish a relationship with you. Simply informing him of your willingness and the proposed conditions should go a long way to beginning further discussion and negotiation."

It was not as if this relationship would be formed within a day, after all. Considerable work would have to be done to establish it.

"It may be prudent to offer an idea of the knowledge you possess to teach, and how it could be of benefit," the petite girl continued, "I would avoid offering too much, of course, as the purpose is to make them desire more. The wisdom of one who is one with nature could provide them with so much, and... well..."

A small smile on her lips, Nobunaga gestured to the faun.

"I believe winning the children over may be remarkably easy. Certainly, my companion seems to have been won over."

Putting a face to natural concepts, especially quite an endearing one, could be quite useful for these endeavors.

"But as you mentioned, those who wish to work against you in service of this foolish 'God of Knowledge are still an obstacle," she began, with a wave of one hand. After a moment, the black-haired girl glanced towards the other person who had arrived.

How foolish he was. This matter was hardly so simple.

"Punishing, or even killing them, will not solve the problem at hand," Nobunaga continued, "It is impossibly naïve to think belief in a god would cease because of that. Faith, even when it is self-destructive, is hardly so logical. No, rather... It's not simply the believers we must target."

Nobunaga's smile twisted into a smirk.

"Our goal is simple: We must slay the God of Knowledge."

Killing a god was no easy feat, much less accomplishing it in five days. However...

"It's not as if I believe we can achieve this outcome with violence," the small girl added, "Hardly. Rather, there's more then one way to kill a god, is there not? If worship of a god becomes undesirable, if people suddenly find no reason to pursue what a deity offers... is that not death as well?"

At the very least, it would be death within this village... and a god of knowledge without wisdom or care was a reckless threat to any society that attempted to worship them. The complete loss of such a deity, replaced by those who pursue knowledge with their own capabilities rather then listening to a god, or at the very least learning from someone who possessed wisdom as well as knowledge...

"Rather then simply striking down the cult dedicated to this fool, we must strike down the idea of him in the first place. We much make it so he is utterly without appeal. This is no easy task, but if it can be achieved, then his influence here will fail."

Eroding confidence in a leader was an excellent way to collapse his support, after all.

"But in order to stand a chance of achieving this goal, I must know everything I can about this God of Knowledge," Nobunaga said, "And I must be able to exploit this knowledge and craft it into a weapon with which to slaughter him. At least in the minds of the people of this village."

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I've removed you from the tag. Since you never mentioned leaving I forgot to take it out.
Hey, sorry if that seemed kind of rushed everyone.

I wasn't sure if I should condense everything into one post or spread it out, but I decided since there wasn't much that could be seen from the safe observation angle that would change the next move it was best to avoid having most of the players be idle and wait and move things forward instead.

Apologies for the kind of clunky transition it resulted in.
Fanilly considered the proposals for approaching the fort. While getting close with stealth was undoubtedly an ideal approach, it seemed difficult even utilizing the long grass... Though perhaps the naga was more capable of stealth simply due to her nature? But if they delayed longer, then it was possible that there was no way that whatever force currently occupied the fort would be able to prepare...

... But...

... Something was strange. Something didn't make sense. If the fort was being occupied... where was everyone? At this distance, it should have been possible to see someone on the walls, someone somewhere.

But there was no-one. For that matter, there was seemingly no sign the walls had been sieged at all. The fort seemed as if it was almost untouched from the outside... Just what was going on? Surely if there had been an attack...

Something didn't add up.

"... Very well, go ahead and take a look. If anyone spots you, signal us immediately."

Once Dame Maritza and Sir Jarde had proceeded ahead, Fanilly found herself sinking deep into thought...

... What if they were too late? What if something had gone terribly wrong? What if everyone in the fort was dead already?

Unfortunately for the scouting team, there was little more that could be discerned on approach and thus nothing to be reported. Without going too close to avoid being seen, it seemed as if the north door was intact and there was absolutely no-one on the walls.

When they signaled to approach...

The knights were able to proceed right up to the north gate without being stopped. On closer inspection it wasn't even shut...

But within...

The first and foremost among these details was what had been done to the south gate. The doors were reinforced, capable of barring entry to anyone but those using siege weaponry or potent magic. They had been destroyed, splinters of wood scattered across the ground, one of the doors even smashed off its reinforced hinges and lying on the ground. And within...

Corpses.

The bodies of the soldiers who had occupied the fort were visible, now. Not all of them, but enough to make it clear what had happened. Bodies lay strewn across the fort's open entryway. They had died through various means, more and more discernible as the knights approached. Some had been stabbed, others riddled with arrows, some burned... and some seemingly hit with extreme force, limbs at odd angles. Whatever the case had been, the fort's soldiers had been absolutely massacred.

And inside, Fanilly could see a man wearing Thaln's colors frantically raising a crossbow. Spurring her horse on, she tried to get to his assistance...

A crimson spear pierced his chest before he could even aim.

"You could have just surrendered, but you had to throw it all away, didn't you?" said a voice, as the spear's wielder came into view. It was a strange tone, somewhat... squeaky in a way that might be endearing if not for the situation. The wielder's appearance was that of an extremely pale, petite girl with dark blue hair in pigtails, her eyes as crimson as her spear. The armor she wore was light, leather, overlapping to provide better protection. "What a wasted life."

Almost immediately, Fanilly drew her sword, cold fury in her eyes. This girl... she was responsible for this...!?

"Drop your weapon immediately, or the Iron Roses will kill you where you stand," she said, her tone cold and piercing. This girl had just slain a soldier of Thaln right before their eyes. If she did not immediately surrender, her execution would be immediate rather then after imprisonment.

"... Ah?" the spear-wielding girl looked up, resting her weapon on her shoulder. "... Ohhh, those Rose knights, huh? Heh, your captain's just as cute as I heard. I wonder if that's why you all follow her so closely?"

In spite of the situation, the leather-clad girl grinned.

"You don't have to be mad," she continued, "These aren't the noble soldiers of Thaln you think they are, or whatever the blazes you were thinking. Just go inside and you'll see what's really going on."

She shrugged.

"I dunno what happened here either, to be honest. Fuckin' bloodbath if I ever saw one."

This was... they weren't Thaln's soldiers? But they were wearing the colors, the armor... what was going on? To Fanilly, it sounded like a trap. She'd just seen her kill a man in Thaln's colors, and yet she was expected to believe that this girl wasn't actually killing a soldier of Thaln?

It didn't make any sense, but if it was a trap... then it also was a rather poor one...

The blue-haired girl sighed, cocking her head. Her pigtails bobbed. "What, are you going to attack me? Fine then. But it's not going to magically make your assumptions right."

She snickered. If they had taken this entire fort, there were surely other fighters somewhere around here...

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