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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"Tch...!"

The bandit leader had used a cursed object to become a horrible beastly abomination, and was bearing down of Niall with claw and tooth and hammer. And the monstrous experiments were feeding on the fallen one, surely using its flesh rife with malignant influence to grow stronger.

However...

There was one thing Fio could do. The Sword Witch had no better opportunity then now.

Her true target was exposed. This was her chance, while the hideous experiments were too busy consuming the fallen to act as a shield for their creator.

"Fighting not your forte, is that it?" she asked, a smirk crossing the petite girl's lips, "In that case...!"

Light traveled up the edge of her blade. If she could just manage this spell, strike true and hit her target, then she'd have it! Or at least she hoped she would. Her plan hinged on a few different factors all lining up simply judging by what she had seen in battle

When the circle of interlaced light spawned at the tip of her blade, she swung it it, an arc of similar circles appearing in the air as close to the Fomorian as she could manage.

But she wasn't aiming to kill. At least, not yet. The magical energy flowing down her fingers, through the blade, igniting in the circles of light...!

"Sura! Razor Light Bind!"

The circles flared brightly, and what appeared to be chains of blue light erupted from them, snaking through the air towards the Fomorian a top speed, tearing their path right towards the abominations' mistress.

As they ensnared her arms, legs, neck, and waist, their true nature became swiftly apparent. Each length of chain was composted entirely of tiny blades, biting just slightly at the Fomorian's skin, just enough to signify their true nature.

"I'm sure you like causing pain, but do you like feeling it?" asked Fio, cocking her head to one side, "If those monsters attack me or my allies again, I'll pull on these chains and they'll chew through flesh and bone. You'll die, and it won't be a painless death."

Illustratively, she flicked her sword lightly to illustrate her point. The chains tightened ever-so slightly, enough to just barely pierce the Fomorian's skin and draw a little bit of blood.

"Have those experiments kill each other. Tear one another apart until there's nothing left that can fight."

Deep down, even targeting a Fomorian she didn't really want to follow through. Razor Light Bind was for monsters, things more like those vile experiments.

But for the sake of any one of the knights, Fio would do what she had to do.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

@VahkiDane: If he's natively from Thaln he probably wouldn't have an Italian-based name, as Thaln is intended to be similar to Germany culturally. So, he'd probably have a Talderian(quite a few characters have Talderian names due to setting history) or Thalnen name.

I do also want to stress Reonites attack Mayonites protect isn't a hard and fast rule, just a very generalized idea of how they operate, especially from the perspective of people outside of the clergy.

Finally, paladins are clergy knights. They're something you need to train to be, given the full authorities of the clergy and either capable of magic(specifically divine magic associated with the Church) themselves or at least wielding blessed weaponry. Even if they can't do the former, they've always got the latter.

Also, Mayonite colors are blue and white, so the Rose would be either blue or white accordingly.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

It's been a while since I filled out this application. But it's not for me this time, is it?

• Name: Senya Fivulwyn
• Gender: Female
• Race: Dark Elf
• Photo ID: "..." I know she looks young, but looks can be deceiving. Especially since she's an elf. Believe me, you'll be able to rely on her.
• Relevant Abilities: "I can clean. I can cook too. And I can kill things." Don't believe her when she says she can cook. Trust nothing she makes, unless you want to experience suffering words cannot describe. She is excellent at cleaning though, and you can trust her ability to aim and shoot well enough to compensate for her weapon's unique properties. She's quite agile as well.
• Tell us about yourself: "..." I know she rarely shows it, but Senya is a much more compassionate and sensitive girl then she lets on. That stoic-looking pokerface is hiding a lot of feelings. If you ever hear her raise her voice, something's wrong, but that doesn't mean she doesn't feel anything otherwise. Admittedly one of her bad points is that she enjoys seeing people stumble and get in trouble a lot more then she should, I'd keep an eye out for her playing pranks on people she disagrees with. But she won't let people get hurt. Not intentionally. She might even go a little too far to protect someone, so keep an eye on her. When things are bad she stops taking care of herself properly, so watch out for that too. If you ever need to get her to do something for you, try something sweet. She'll try and hold out but the temptation will be too much.
• Work history: "..." This is going to be her first real work. But I've kept my eye on her and watched her progress, she's an excellent maid. As long as you don't let her cook. She won't show it. She might even act like it's a bother. But she wants to be here. Badly. She'll be loyal. She won't give up, even to her own detriment. So don't let her get herself killed, okay? There's someone she's looking for, after all.
• Tools you are skilled with: "She gave it to me. It can really tear things apart. Heh." You might recognize this weapon. Or at least, some might. A portable gatling gun with a bayonet that big isn't common after all. Everything's still in place, so she doesn't have any trouble wielding it even if it's as big as she is.
• Occult Knowledge: "... They won't stand a chance." She's better at it then I was. Her favorite trick is magically charging her bullets, so that they explode on contact, but she can apply it to the bayonet too so that she can cut through things even more effectively. You won't have any issues here.

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

"A paladin? Then all the more reason for it to experience a second death."

It was bitterly ironic, really, that a paladin would end up as a far more abominable form of undead then any one of the vampires present. Indeed, Aleksiya felt she wasn't abominable in the least. Nor were any of her compatriots present, though at times Ilena's abilities made her feel mildly uneasy.

Their mentalities were another matter entirely given Akyasha, but the priestess wasn't abominable simply because it seemed her brain had not recovered from death in the same manner of the rest of her body.

"Akyasha's brain may not have recovered as effectively as the rest of her body, but her deployment of those familiars should help give an overview of the current situation, at the very least."

In mock prayer, she clasped her small hands together.

"Oh, Ichor, please finish restoring your devout priestess's decayed mind, so that next time she shall perhaps recognize what her beloved companions desire from her."

She paused for a moment to allow her words to hang in the air, as if they were a genuine prayer, before brushing her golden hair back.

"In any case, I am quite curious of the news of those hunters' 'society', whatever it may be," she continued, "As Lady Giselle says, it seems as if there may yet be some form of human civilization that remains."

In some ways it was good news, to some extent. It meant that there was at least some sort of structure in place that could be used as a starting point. With that being said, with little more information and the violent response to Ilena's familiar, it wasn't necessarily a situation in which they were friendly.

Then again, bartering for blood vials indicated they perhaps were not entirely the enemy of vampires as well. Still, without further information it was difficult to make a judgement call on that end. Hopefully there would be another opportunity to learn more.

"For the moment, breaking that former paladin is our most important task," she added, gesturing idly with one hand, "If we can destroy its arms as swiftly as possible, the blade ceases to be an issue, does it not? That, should be our goal, barring any method of destroying its entire body utterly."

As they were now, Aleksiya doubted any one of them could do that quickly, and so targeting the abomination's most threatening weapon seemed only natural.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

We have unfortunately lost two players. As I result, I'm reopening the RP for two replacement applications.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Just need to find an image for mine!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Steel clashed against steel.

The bandit she fought was better equipped then the men they had encountered in the ambush, his armor sturdier steel, likely pilfered from a retired mercenary or a higher-ranking solider. Far more skilled, as well, his axe cleaving the air beside her head as she narrowly dodged its edge.

But no matter how heavily her heart pounded, the Knight-Captain could not, would not, let her training fail her.

Beneath his arm.

Both hands tight on the hilt of her blade, Fanilly thrust its tip beneath his arm. The chainmail was not enough to protect from the finely-crafted sword, and she heard a ragged gasp leave his lips as she drew it from his body, leaving him to fall to the ground.

Confirmation that he was dead and not merely dying would have to wait, as another bandit was swiftly upon her, a longsword raised above his head with the aim of sharply bringing it down.

She caught its edge with the side of her blade, forcing him to back off in the very same motion.

Practiced maneuvers. Her hands, her body, all of it responded to the training that had been drilled into her very soul. The intensive work that had been done to sharpen her skills just as someone would sharpen the sword she wielded.

They had to crush this camp. They had to kill these bandits. They had to free the prisoners.

Already, the figures in cages, mostly young women and children, had gotten to their feet, eyes wide as some reached out, as if to call the knights to their sides. Those whose feet had been chained, mostly further young women, were scrambling to leave the center of camp while the bandits were distracted.

To avoid being taken as hostages as much as to avoid the fighting.

The bandit struck again, this time with a thrust that narrowly scraped the her left pauldron, sparks flying. And yet all it achieved was damaging his own blade.

Fanilly's doubts about herself did not extend to her equipment. Her dwarven-made armor was resilient, to say the least.

She brought her sword down, hacking into the side of his neck with its edge, sending him to the ground with a sputtering gurgle.

Sir Villis strode forward in resplendent armor, smashing his shield into a surprised bandit's face before following with a crushing blow of his mace, caving in the man's helmet and the skull beneath it in a single blow.

"By the shining moonlight, we shall deliver judgement!" he cried, his words echoing from within his helmet.

And yet... where was the bandit king? Where was Jeremiah?

"Cover the prisoners, if you can!" called Fanilly over the din of the battle, "Do not allow them to take hostages!"

That was her next biggest concern. It would make navigating the battle far more difficult, not least to mention that it would place the lives of the prisoners in direct danger.

Catching sight of a crossbow leveled at the fiercely-fighting Sir Rickert, Fanilly broke into a sprint, taking the man by surprise before he could loose a single bolt. His armor, light and made of leather, was no match for the edge of her sword as it cut through his side in one swing, then his throat as he twisted, falling.

She had to ensure the safety of the prisoners.

But also that of the knights under her command.

The heat of battle was intense.

Too intense.

Why did the air suddenly feel so much hotter?

Fanilly's question was answered when the dead tree at one side of the camp was suddenly engulfed in roaring flames, licking at its twisted limbs. With the creaking, grinding sound of breaking wood, it fell.

"Look out!"

It was all Fanilly could manage.

Its immense trunk slammed down across the camp's center, cutting the battlefield in two, the resounding thud reverberating through forest. An unlucky bandit, having been retreating in a bid to snatch one of the nearest prisoners as a hostage, was crushed beneath the burning wood.

With the burning tree cutting them apart, the Iron Roses had been split down the middle. At least for the moment.

"Ah..."

Had there been signs? Had she missed them? Was it her fault that the battle had suddenly changed so drastically in an instant? Fanilly did not know. But the mere thought clutched at her heart tightly.

"Knight-Captain, are you alright?!"

It was the voice of Sir Rickert. Fanilly turned towards him.

"I'm fine, we must-"

Her eyes widened, but there wasn't even a chance to warn the knight.

The immense blade came down, shearing through plate armor in an instant, cutting through Rickert's body from shoulder to hip.

The Dragon-helmed knight came apart, hitting the ground with a spray of blood.

"... Sir... Sir Rickert..."

Fanilly's hands shook. Her heart tightened.

A knight died in her command. A man died under her command. Because he had been trying to see if she was safe.

Because-

The enormous blade descended again, Fanilly's body reacting before her mind, hurling her to the side and away from its impact.

"At last," the blade's wielder began, his deep voice betraying amusement, "The Iron Rose Knights."

He was a huge man. As tall as the tallest of the Knights, perhaps even moreso. His body rippled with muscle, and no small number of scars. He wore no armor, standing barechested, looming over her. The sword he wielded was an enormous, thick chunk of metal, stained with blood as he hefted it onto his shoulder.

"Let me introduce myself, little girl. I am the Terror of the Red Flag," a vicious grin came to his lips, "Knight's Doom Jeremiah! The Three Hundred Man-Slayer!"

He charged.

---

The din of battle was well and truly underway. Former soldiers, now traitorous bandits fighting against stalwart knights, the bandit king, at least, for now seemingly nowhere in sight. Under the moonlit sky, it seemed as though things were going in the knights favor, at least for now. They had successfully circled the camp, Captain Fanilly leading one group, Tyaethe a second, and then Sir Villis a third. It was a sound plan in theory, but plans rarely survive first contact with the enemy.

As the tree caught fire and began to fall with a might cracking of splintered wood, the smell of smoke began overtaking the battlefield as it crashed to the ground. The mighty, ancient tree slammed into the ground, its trunk otherwise remaining unbroken, unlike the knights formation as the ranks lead by Sir Villis, Captain Fanilly, and Tyaethe.

Split from each other now, the knights must fight in their own groups at least for now.

And while perhaps, this would not be a problem against most of the bandit rabble the group that was fighting initially...the bandits that were now swarming Tyaethe's group were proving to be anything but common rabble. As she had correctly surmised, these were no simple bandits. Plate Armor, dirtied and wearing faded, old iconography and logos on some signifying faded glory. Veterans from the red flag war. It would not belong before Lucas, Renar, and Tyaethe were embroiled in melee with the old traitors.

Tyaethe deflected the blow of one expertly, the heavy axe he was wielding being shoved away with grace and skill expected of a paladin. A dissatisfied growl escaped the mans lips from under his helmet, grip tightening on his own weapon as he'd immediately transition into another heavy swing for the Paladin's arm. If she wanted to be the center of attention, it seems she was getting it. A second of the bandits would soon join the melee, a spear attempting to catch the Paladin in one of her legs.

Lucas and Renar were not faring much better, having been surrounded by these more skilled bandits. He might have been able to quickly cut their way through the bandits until now, but these veterans of the war were proving just as difficult to deal with. One, wielding a particularly large warhammer would engage Renar, attempting to go for the mans legs with the weapon while another engaged Lucas with a halberd, attempting to cut the boy down, certain he had the upper hand here.

---

Cecilia's strategy was hardly an unwise one. The impact of her bow knocked bandits from their feet, and those who still had their wits about them were stunned by the sight of a man's head exploding from air pressure.

But the lock on the cage rattled from the blast, the faint sound of creaking metal inaudible under the sounds of battle.

And then, when the burning tree fell, it slammed onto the campfire, a burning hunk of wood sailing through the air and catching the cover thrown over the cage alight.

From within came a fearful screech, and the cage rattled once more, the creature within slamming into the door in a bid to escape the flames.

If the lock was fully intact, perhaps it would have failed.

However...

The door burst open.

The beast emerged.

Its massive wings spread, feathers almost gleaming in the light of the fire as they flapped once, bowling over the rising bandits once more.

Its hooked beak, tipped with black but brown at its base, came open for another shriek, clawed forelimbs scraping at the dirt, its rear limbs tensing.

The front of its body resembled a bird of prey, but the feathers gave way to a thinner hair-like covering near the rear of its body, resembling some manner of large cat.

Griffins were known as proud, powerful, dangerous animals. They had made their way into numerous pieces of heraldry for this purpose.

And now this one stood free, full of rage and fear, surrounded by men who had imprisoned it.

It would not differentiate between the bandits and the knights.

@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@Psyker Landshark@Pyromania99@HereComesTheSnow@Saiyan@The Otter@Crimson Paladin@ERode@Psychic Loser@Richard Horthy@Aeolian@Rin

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

It was as she suspected. The abominations had little in the way of ranged capabilities, and were instead mostly reliant on melee in order to attack their targets.

Mostly. One of their number had a great wound in its torso, arms grotesquely emerging from it to hurl a mass of darkness and goodness knows what else from within. Fio couldn't help but feel a little ill, but it also meant that she had a target to prioritize.

Another barrier formed in the air as she stepped off of the current one, catching her immediately and allowing her to slip out of the path of the hurtling mass of darkness. The Fomorian herself had yet to attack, as well. Whether that be because of her interest in her as a 'test subject' or because of a lack of offensive capabilities on her part, she didn't know.

Either way, it made her goal far easier to achieve.

"So much work, and this is what you ended up with? Hmph, well, I guess I do appreciate how easy they are to kill. Sura!"

The Sword Witch thrust her blade forward, a circle of blue light forming immediately ahead of her as magical energy blazed down her arm and through the edges of the catalyst.

"Star Shatter Sword!"

The gleaming blade that erupted from within it was nearly as large as Fio herself, tearing through the air. Its target was the hole already in the monstrous thing's body cavity, which of course wouldn't do very much damage.

At least, until the blade erupted into blue light and crystal-like shards of starlight, with the aim of tearing the abomination apart from within.

But Fio was already moving, the small witch maneuvering across her platforms of light. She didn't really need to destroy all of the horrible things, at least not yet.

If she could just obtain her goal.

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The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

Hey hello I am for this.