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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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roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… If anyone's up for fighting some kaiju, why not try out my new RP, Godzilla: YATAGARUSU?
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That theme that had sounded melodic the other day now sounded so very disconcerting. And the one playing it...
An elderly man in fine clothing, tinged with silver. There was little doubt in her mind over the nature of the one she faced. Nobunaga had guessed he may make some move. It wasn't unlikely he already knew of her intentions.
That did not, however, change anything.
She faced the enemy general. The Illuminator sought her attention. Just as all gods did, he wished to take a part of her time away from something far more immediately important.
And as such, the petite girl would instead respond with her opening move. A first attack, so to speak.
"Forgive me, but I have little time to spare," Nobunaga began, "Should you wish to speak with me, you must wait. Like anyone else."
Bowing politely, as she would to any ordinary person, she continued on her way without further delay.
@Rune_Alchemist
An elderly man in fine clothing, tinged with silver. There was little doubt in her mind over the nature of the one she faced. Nobunaga had guessed he may make some move. It wasn't unlikely he already knew of her intentions.
That did not, however, change anything.
She faced the enemy general. The Illuminator sought her attention. Just as all gods did, he wished to take a part of her time away from something far more immediately important.
And as such, the petite girl would instead respond with her opening move. A first attack, so to speak.
"Forgive me, but I have little time to spare," Nobunaga began, "Should you wish to speak with me, you must wait. Like anyone else."
Bowing politely, as she would to any ordinary person, she continued on her way without further delay.
@Rune_Alchemist
I'm honestly still here for this I just didn't know anyone else was.
Needless to say, given the role she had in the plan ahead Lazhira's behavior was a cause for concern, combined with the news of the vanished temple. Be that as it may, that did not take away from the fact that ensuring negotiations between Enli and the Kyrinth proceeded smoothly was top priority. That meant that acting as as sort of bodyguard for the village elder was hardly a bad idea.
Besides, Nobunaga's designs had only grown more grand since she learned of the state of the land of Chagawa. She could hardly begin her plans if her first campaign ended in failure.
"I shall be accompanying Enli," she informed Misaki, taking note of the woman who had previously guessed at their origins. There was still no reason to reveal her own foreign nature unless pressed, and certainly not to expose her identity. Therefore, it was best to leave them to their devices. Papermaking would greatly assist in their goals, after all.
With a bow, she turned and departed.
Nobunaga's ambitions were clear in her mind, but she had to claim her first goal to continue with the others.
The God of Knowledge had to fall.
@PKMNB0Y@Rune_Alchemist@Click This
Besides, Nobunaga's designs had only grown more grand since she learned of the state of the land of Chagawa. She could hardly begin her plans if her first campaign ended in failure.
"I shall be accompanying Enli," she informed Misaki, taking note of the woman who had previously guessed at their origins. There was still no reason to reveal her own foreign nature unless pressed, and certainly not to expose her identity. Therefore, it was best to leave them to their devices. Papermaking would greatly assist in their goals, after all.
With a bow, she turned and departed.
Nobunaga's ambitions were clear in her mind, but she had to claim her first goal to continue with the others.
The God of Knowledge had to fall.
@PKMNB0Y@Rune_Alchemist@Click This
Tsugihara Runa
For a moment, Runa's heart leaped into her chest at the appearance of the clown-like Servant... but then the tension in her body eased when the blonde Saber cut him nearly in half, and the Lancer quickened his departure with her spear. For a brief moment afterwards, the room was almost entirely still.
Or perhaps it was merely her perception of things that slowed to a crawl for an instant in the aftermath of the sudden and far to close brush with destruction.
Regardless of what the explanation was, Runa placed a hand to her chest and took a deep breath. Now, they could focus on what came next.
Figuring out just what was going on and who was participating.
On taking a quick look at the pictures on the phone, the girl frowned for a moment. One of them was clearly Japanese, and had a pair of branching antlers much like a dragon.
It was a bit of a longshot, but her own Servant was deeply associated with Japanese myths. Runa herself had a few guesses, but if Benienma recognized her...
"Saber, do you recognize the horned girl?" she asked.
@Raineh Daze@PKMNB0Y
Saber - Artoria Pendragon
"I am fine, Master," Artoria insisted, brushing aside her Master's concern. Indeed, it did not seem that she had suffered any serious injury... but it seemed a piece of debris had indeed cut into her right shoulder, at some point.
It was not important.
"Master, are you unharmed?" she asked, glancing at the fading remains of the deceased Caster for a moment before returning her attention to her Master, as well as the departing figure of the rough-tempered Lancer. "If so, we should depart as swiftly as possible in order to pursue the others involved in this farce."
This foolishness, endangering the innocent people of Fusang... what were they thinking?!
@KoL@PKMNB0Y
Mihama Nanako
Nanako yelped as her Servant shoved her roughly behind a nearby counter, but it was hardly difficult to see why she'd done so. They'd just been greeted by a whole squad of heavily armed guards!
Peering out from behind the counter, she could see them, brandishing guns and other weaponry. Spears, swords, bows and arrows... were those mystic codes? If so, that was the only thing Meltryllis had to worry about.
Or any of these Servants had to worry about, for suddenly Meltryllis had been joined by two more Servants, who had into the hall and began helping to break through the guards! It was a tall girl in a wedding dress-like outfit with a huge mace, and a vicious girl using her bare hands.
It was... gruesome. Nanako still wasn't so used to violence, seeing the guards torn apart, holes blown through torsos, struck with enough force to collapse their chest cavities... but she reminded herself once more that they were trying to hurt her. Their entire goal was to kill anyone who entered.
The remaining guards were already retreating through the door they'd initially emerged from.
"Muuuu, and you're the best they had?" complained the disembodied voice. "Fiiiiiine, I guess I'll have to help out~!"
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Hey, posting will be delayed, I'm dealing with the post-second-dose side effects of the vaccine right now and I'm not feeling up to it. ^^;
Alette narrowed her eyes at the accusatory words from the serpent.
"If I believed myself to be working for your enemy, would we really be having this conversation?" she asked, crimson eyes almost seeming to shine for a moment, "I'm a mercenary, y'know? I don't give out my clients' names, especially when people are trying to piss me off."
Her spear left her shoulder, glistening almost as if it still had blood on it when the tip bit back into the soil again.
"Captain," came the deep, rumbling voice of Bors, "I understand why you trust that our employer meant us no harm, but surely you think it strange they desired this shard, do you not?"
"... Tch," Alette looked away. It was quite possible at this point that stubbornness was in large part why the blue-haired mercenary refused to give more information.
"Ah? Sir Gillian..." Fanilly trailed off, surprised when the knight suddenly began dispensing orders. They didn't sound bad at all, though. Splitting up and working together to attempt to locate the shard and secure it only made sense. In fact, she had planned to order it... her... self...
She had even caught herself in the middle of nodding.
The petite blonde cleared her throat.
"Sir Gillian, your advice is appreciated," she began, "However, I am captain of this order. While I will take your words into account, it is my position to dispense the orders. I shall take your advice on dividing our numbers, but remember that it is my decision."
She had to maintain her authority as captain. Even if Gillian was simply acting in interest of facilitating their swift recovering of a dangerous artifact, it was her duty to lead the Iron Rose Knights.
She had to make sure she did so.
Meanwhile, Tyaethe would witness a single cloud passing over the sun, briefly casting the fort entirely in darkness.
At Gerard's praise, Abigail looked back at him, tilting her head backwards in a rather unusual fashion and giving him what would have been a sweet smile if not for the circumstances, before joining in investigating the captain's quarters. Naturally, the first thing she gravitated towards was the deceased captain himself.
"... So inelegant... a ragged cut like that," she commented, looking over the wound to the man's throat, "He must have spent his last moments gurgling on his own blood. He probably would have anyways, but killing like this is so lacking in grace."
She let out a heavy sigh, as if more disappointed over the wound that had killed the man then the death itself.
The room appeared mostly untouched, but on closer inspection the unmarked desk had a drawer that was ajar.
Within, there was rather conspicuously nothing.
Further inspection would reveal nothing else within the captain's quarters, but just outside was a heavy cloth binding soaked in blood, next to a dead man who appeared to have been stabbed in the neck and chest with a small, very sharp object.
@HereComesTheSnow@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk
"If I believed myself to be working for your enemy, would we really be having this conversation?" she asked, crimson eyes almost seeming to shine for a moment, "I'm a mercenary, y'know? I don't give out my clients' names, especially when people are trying to piss me off."
Her spear left her shoulder, glistening almost as if it still had blood on it when the tip bit back into the soil again.
"Captain," came the deep, rumbling voice of Bors, "I understand why you trust that our employer meant us no harm, but surely you think it strange they desired this shard, do you not?"
"... Tch," Alette looked away. It was quite possible at this point that stubbornness was in large part why the blue-haired mercenary refused to give more information.
"Ah? Sir Gillian..." Fanilly trailed off, surprised when the knight suddenly began dispensing orders. They didn't sound bad at all, though. Splitting up and working together to attempt to locate the shard and secure it only made sense. In fact, she had planned to order it... her... self...
She had even caught herself in the middle of nodding.
The petite blonde cleared her throat.
"Sir Gillian, your advice is appreciated," she began, "However, I am captain of this order. While I will take your words into account, it is my position to dispense the orders. I shall take your advice on dividing our numbers, but remember that it is my decision."
She had to maintain her authority as captain. Even if Gillian was simply acting in interest of facilitating their swift recovering of a dangerous artifact, it was her duty to lead the Iron Rose Knights.
She had to make sure she did so.
Meanwhile, Tyaethe would witness a single cloud passing over the sun, briefly casting the fort entirely in darkness.
At Gerard's praise, Abigail looked back at him, tilting her head backwards in a rather unusual fashion and giving him what would have been a sweet smile if not for the circumstances, before joining in investigating the captain's quarters. Naturally, the first thing she gravitated towards was the deceased captain himself.
"... So inelegant... a ragged cut like that," she commented, looking over the wound to the man's throat, "He must have spent his last moments gurgling on his own blood. He probably would have anyways, but killing like this is so lacking in grace."
She let out a heavy sigh, as if more disappointed over the wound that had killed the man then the death itself.
The room appeared mostly untouched, but on closer inspection the unmarked desk had a drawer that was ajar.
Within, there was rather conspicuously nothing.
Further inspection would reveal nothing else within the captain's quarters, but just outside was a heavy cloth binding soaked in blood, next to a dead man who appeared to have been stabbed in the neck and chest with a small, very sharp object.
@HereComesTheSnow@TheFake@Crimson Paladin@PaulHaynek@FlappyTheSpybot@Raineh Daze@ghastlyinc@Krayzikk
Needless to say, the crushing blows and the ensuing fireball were enough. The skeletons that had been struck fell to pieces, only be be consumed in flames. Their bones singed and blew apart, whatever flesh remained on them burning away leaving a particularly unpleasant odor behind.
All that remained was smoldering shards of bone, plus one disembodied skull rolling helplessly about, still animated by whatever foul magic had raised them in the first place, its jaw opening and shutting with a clicking sound.
Given it had no ability to harm anyone unless they were incredibly stupid, it was unlikely to pose a threat.
Within the chamber was pitch black, making it clear that the excavators had left rather quickly. Likely after encountering the skeletons themselves.
However, Neffy would be able to discern great stone pillars and a long hall with what remained of long wooden benches, and a faded and rotten red and gold carpet.
There did not appear to be any further obstacles in the chamber.
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All that remained was smoldering shards of bone, plus one disembodied skull rolling helplessly about, still animated by whatever foul magic had raised them in the first place, its jaw opening and shutting with a clicking sound.
Given it had no ability to harm anyone unless they were incredibly stupid, it was unlikely to pose a threat.
Within the chamber was pitch black, making it clear that the excavators had left rather quickly. Likely after encountering the skeletons themselves.
However, Neffy would be able to discern great stone pillars and a long hall with what remained of long wooden benches, and a faded and rotten red and gold carpet.
There did not appear to be any further obstacles in the chamber.
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