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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The Necromancer was rounding on the lightning witch, his staff glowing as his undead swarmed towards him to form a barrier.

"Damn you, you bi-"

There was a flash of light and wind as Cecilia's arrow found its target, striking him in the left arm, the one clutching his hostage. The tissue of his shoulder was severed in an instant, the burst of air sending him staggering back with a strangled cry of agony as he lost both his living shield and one of his limbs, blood spurting through the air.

It was at that very moment, as he stumbled back with a gasp, that his control faltered.

While the mindless, rank and file undead continued to due their critically wounded master's bidding, it was evident that the legendary corpse did not, sending Gerard hurtling towards the bleeding masked man as he struggled to stay upright.

There was a wet crunch.

Sir Gerard's mace found its target, and Fanilly slowed to a halt as she watched the crushing force strike their enemy square in the chest. Almost certainly, his ribs were shattered, and it was quite likely his own bones now skewered his internal organs as he was lifted clean off his feet and sent hurtling backwards from the impact.

Blood splattered across the wall as he struck it, from the severed stump of his left arm.

It seemed like a moment or two passed before he slid down the wall and hit his knees.

He didn't move.

Fanilly lowered her sword, eshaling heavily, as her blue eyes travelled over the trembling body of the conspirators' prisoner.

"... Check the prisoner, and unbind her," she said, swiftly. While the nem didn't appear to be seriously harmed, there was no way of being certain that was the case until they got a closer look. She noticed the voice from behind hem, from what could only be a demon, but she simply couldn't focus on it any longer.

They'd managed to stop it. To save the prisoner, and bring an end o this conspiracy.

The remaining undead now stood still, swaying slightly but otherwise entirely unmoving.

Shouldn't they have fallen by now?

"Kh... kill... you... I'll kill... I'll kill you... I'll..."

The ragged voice came from the slumped body of the necromancer.

He wasn't dead yet, but it wouldn't be long. The head of his catalyst was flashing, magical energy gathering around it and fading as he tried and failed to breath properly. Blood ran from his mouth and nose, down the front of his clothing, from his severed left shoulder.

There was no way of knowing if he was truly able to threaten them in his last moments.

Fanilly resolved to do what was necessary.

She approached, and the staff glowed just a little brighter.

"Kill you... I'll kill y-you... I'll-!"

The Knight-Captain's blade flashed.

The necromancer's head hit the floor, and he spoke no longer.

The Lightning Witch didn't speak, at least not immediately, as the undead collapsed around her. Instead, she walked over to the axe, slowly sinking to her knees.

Taking it in both hands, she clutched it, embracing it to her slim frame.

When she finally spoke to Lein, her voice was soft, and quiet. Her face was hidden by her hat.

"... It was never supposed to go this way, not until he showed up," she murmured, the 'he' left ambiguous, "Then those bastards came, then it ended up like this, taking a prisoner and killing a princess and..."

She trailed off, still holding the axe tightly.

"... I... I-I need to take care of him... He needs me to take care of him."

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

"Exactly what part of this sounds like standard tactics to you, Sir Guillame?" commented Velvetica, with one eyebrow raised, "If this is standard to you, you must have been in some interesting engagements prior to entering my service. I should truly love to hear about them, Sir Guillame."

She cocked her head, before clearing her throat.

"In any case, it's certainly worth noting there's no doubt they're at least somewhat aware of our presence, and perhaps the idea of spreading our bait a little wider and a little more aggressively isn't a poor one."

Seating herself, the Steel Princess steepled her fingers.

"But that will work excellently with the other part of our strategy. Our bait isn't merely bodies and supplies, with deadly warriors hidden within and an ambush awaiting out of sight. The effigies, those blasphemous artifices to whatever deranged faith they follow. Why, they're quite noticeable, aren't they? And we are dealing with fanatics."

A smirk crossed her lips.

"How do you think they'd respond to their destruction? Not merely supplies and people, but people who are directly insulting their madness? Tearing down what they have worked for?"

She let her question hang for a few moments before continuing to speak.

"It's not merely provocation," she added, "But a practical approach as well. If those effigies are ritual components, it's possible destroying them is not only an insult to whatever thing they're treating as a god, but also a direct disruption to whatever foul magic they have at play. Besides, they're a token of their gleeful defilement of the dead. Anyone should see it as their duty to destroy them."

Velvetica placed her hands down on the table.

"I shall tentatively allow you to arrange yourselves as best you see fit, to select either the bait and raiders or the ambush. If I disagree with your choice, I'll simply correct it myself."

@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

This time, the barrier of ice shattered almost immediately. It was regrettable, knowing that she still wasn't back to the level of power she needed to pull off such a feat without effort.

But it had done enough.

The bird's beak yawning open, its body maimed, only barely recognizable as what it once was.

Aleksiya sighed, the air around her arm suddenly growing frigid. Water collected, coalescing around her pale limb, as the diminutive vampire formed a spike of ice that entirely incased it. It glistened, gleaming, shining, its point like that of the finest blade.

"Go to sleep. It's long overdo."

Her arm blurred as she thrust it forward. The length of the spike she had conjured was plenty, she was certain, to pierce the roof of re ruined avian's mouth, through the bone, and up into its brain.

To sever whatever remained of its life instantly, as it attempted to shut its beak around her.

Typically, Aleksiya took pleasure in slaying her enemies. Joy in destroying those who set themselves against her, threatened her companions, those people beneath her. Those who would trample over others.

But there was little joy to be had in this.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@Asuras

Strange Gospel: A Heavily Persona-Inspired Urban Fantasy RP

With Hecate trailing along behind her, the shape of the Echo peering over her shoulder briefly, Nozomi pulled the boy along, sprinting as quickly as she could manage. The sooner they reached the others, the sooner they could destroy all their attackers and escape. Not that Nozomi was lacking in confidence in Hecate, now that she'd managed to call her, but two Echoes would be far better then just one, and to be able to protect the others together would be far better then any other option.

She just had to make it.

She just had to-

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them. Hecate immediately moved to shield her, raising and interweaving her ribbon-like arms to form a barrier, but her body simply wasn't large enough.

The spiderlike shape of another of the masked creatures was descending.

Groping hands reaching.

Falling straight towards Nozaki.

"No, you...!"

And then...

@Bartimaeus

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The wall itself rippled beside them, and a dozen arms erupted from the darkness, a white mask at their center. All of them were reaching for Yuzu, surging towards her, to surround her. To crush her.

And then...

@Pitsuji@Psyker Landshark

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As they exited the building, an inky black shape coated in maskes was just there. Each mask stretched out, red tongues emerging from their smiling maws and lashing towards the three boys. Behind them was the feminine creature. Before them was this monstrosity.

And then...

@AThousandCurses@hatakekuro@DarckLeon

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A sea of white stood before them.

Above was darkness, filled with the twinkling lights of stars. Below of the featureless white held what seemed to be nothing at all.

Or rather almost nothing.

A single figure sat upon a velvet red chair.

On first glance, it appeared to be a slender young girl, wearing a frilly black dress, with lengthy white hair matching the pale shade of her skin.. But closer inspection revealed unusual details. The joints in her fingers. Her legs. Her bare feet. She was like some manner of life-sized doll, clutching a teddy bear with a strange scratched-out face on her lap.

When she seemed to see them, her lips parted into a smile, as she tilted her head to the side. Her movement came with a clicking, jingling sound, almost like one would expect from a music box being wound.

"Ah, you're about to die, aren't you?" she asked. It was a nonchalant, playful tone, spoken in the voice of a little girl, "That's a shame, I suppose, but it can't be helped~"

The little doll girl giggled playfully, as if the news that they were about to die was something to find amusing rather then horrific.

"It's just too bad, isn't it? You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. You looked at something that looked right back. Those ones didn't even get a chance, you know."

Whatever she meant by 'those ones' was left unsaid.

Her blue eyes seemed almost luminescent.

"Unless... there is something you can do, isn't there~? Two of you already know what I mean, I'm sure~!"

She giggled again, holding her bear tightly to her chest.

"I think you can do it now. It's deep inside you, you'll have to pull it up. You don't have ones like they do, so it's going to hurt. You're going to cry. You're going scream your heart out. But everyone does sometimes, don't they? It's okay sometimes, isn't it? To let everything out, no matter how much it hurts?"

She leaned forward, lightly kicking her feet.

"That's what you'll do, right?"

@AThousandCurses@hatakekuro@DarckLeon@Pitsuji@Bartimaeus

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

With the creature thus restrained, and Aleksiya able to get a better look at it, she came to realize it was no oversized chicken at all. Even in a state of such decay, it was quite obvious she was looking at a rather more familiar animal then she had expected.

A tropical and exotic bird that had no right to be here, except for the fact that the one at the source of all this was fond of them.

Aleksiya sighed heavily.

"Wonderful, I can't even make fun of you, now," she lamented as she raised her hand, slowly tracing her finger through the air. Along the same course her hand too, a crystalline line began to form, developing a sharpened edge, widening into a wedge shape as vapors poured off of its form, "I hope you're happy."

All it did now was seem sad and pathetic, more than anything else. And what it foretold was nothing particularly good.

Still, it was an obstacle. It had to be removed.

The blade of ice was sent hurtling through the air, a whistling sound accompanying it as Aleksiya targeted the point where the straining, bound wing met the body. It would tear free soon, so grounding it and then finishing it off was their best option.

@Rune_Alchemist@Rune_Alchemist@Asuras

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

She'd stopped the Demonbreaker's swing! It was all she'd been asking for, in the moment, to prevent it from making contact and cutting through Sir Gerard's body.

Unfortunately, Fanilly couldn't stop what happened next, unable to do much more then watch as that shield deflected a blow from Dame Serenity before the undead hero's hand was used to send Gerard hurtling back. It was doubtlessly a better outcome then being cut apart, but it didn't change the fact that there was very little that Fanilly could do to stop it.

Already the shield was swinging into position, swiftly enough that she couldn't try and follow up. Even though Erich Cazt was undead, he still possessed such power and agility, far beyond the near-skeletal rabble that shambled about the room.

But she had to do something.

Fanilly had to try and ensure this ended, to save the hostage, to-

The axe landed on the floor with a heavy clank.

The air was still vibrating, glowing lines of light shining beneath Fierense's clothing as lightning crackled from her fingertips.

But the witch faltered.

It was only a moment before she spoke once more.

"... I don't forgive you."

But even as she spoke, the Lightning Witch turned on the spot, her crackling arm now pointed squarely at the barrier surrounding the necromancer and his hostage. As the flashing light grew, swirling, sparking with magic energy and electricity, it spread out from her palm, swelling with power. The building light was growing larger and larger, brighter and brighter, and then with a sound like a roll of thunder it was unleashed, and-

-Before Fanilly's eyes, the barrier cracked and shattered. There had been a spectacular flash of light coming from the right side of the room, and then the sound of shattered glass, and then it was coming apart. The fragments scattering into the air, cracking, dissipating into nothinginess, the necromancer's shocked gaze turning towards the source of the light...

Fanilly was already running, as the lesser undead began to surge towards the necromancer.

"Cecilia!" she called out. Of the two archers, Dame Cecilia had the better vantage point as far as she should tell. No clearer orders needed to be given.

The necromancer was no longer untouchable, after all.

Fierense lowered her arm, the lights beneath her clothing fading.

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Raineh Daze: Accepted.

Realism no Mononoke: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Noktys: Currently we have someone aiming for every character slot, but if it doesn't work out for one of them there will be a space open.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The lightning dissipated when the Witch took note of the arrows hurtling towards her on either side. This time, she couldn't draw them away with whatever manner of spell it was, so she was forced to move, leaping back, darting out of their trajectory as swiftly as possible, one hand on her head to keep her hat in place.

And yet, her attentions seemed to be drifting elsewhere. Indeed, aside from keeping on her toes, Fierense's target had ceased to be the archer knight at all.

Instead, it seemed, now that she had positioned herself further back in the room, her eyes were falling on the barrier around the necromancer and his hostage.

Before anything else could happen, though, a bag of flour hurtling her way took her off-guard. While she was able to jump out of its direct trajectory, the fact it ruptured only a meter or two ahead of her still made for a somewhat more difficult situation.

"Tch, trying to make it even harder for me?" she complained with a sigh, electricity crackling around her once more, "Fine, I've still got a clear shot."

She was raising her arm again, lightning flowing along it. This time, she wasn't aiming in Cecilia's direction. She was aiming past the undead, around the swarm, directly towards the side of the barrier, through the cloud of flour.

It wasn't as if it was going to move.

She didn't have to see it. She knew it was going to hit.

All she had to do was-

Fierense's gaze fell upon a knight that had just arrived.

He was an ingvarr, that much was obvious to her. That alone wasn't anything of note.

No, it was the axe he gripped in his hands.

The air was vibrating, now. The cloud of flour in the air began to burn, catching fire, as lightning crackling across Fierense's body, carrying her hair into the air. As she turned to face the knights, the scattered armor from fallen undead began to vibrate, too, rattling across the ground.

There was fury in her eyes.

"It wasn't enough to kill him, was it?" she asked, "I knew it. I knew it all along. I knew that bastard would send him to his death. But that wasn't enough, was it?"

She raised her arm as electricity ran across it, sparking between her fingertips.

"You're a knight, aren't you? You're supposed to be noble, aren't you? Not some kind of damned vulture!"

The flour burned brighter as the lightning witch took aim.

"I'm going to kill you, ingvarr. And anyone who gets in my way."

@Rune_Alchemist@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

It hurt.

There was no denying that. Being shot at that close range, even if it didn't even break her skin, was painful.

But it didn't compare to that. Nothing compared to that. Nothing ever would.

Elizstrazia gritted her sharp teeth, leaping back to evade the razor edge of the sword that had lashed out for her neck.

She was invited here. She had a contract.

Fuck this bitch.

Fuck this bitch.

She wanted it, she was going to get it, plain and simple. It didn't matter who she was, what she said, none of it. All that mattered is that she was going to end up a corpse.

And not one that was in only one piece, either.

"They won't even recognize your corpse when I'm done, you piece of trash!" Eliztrazia snarled, digging one clawed hand into the earth and ripping free a chunk of it, lifting it into the air and hurling it towards her opponent. But the moment it left her grasp, she was already off and running, aiming to get around to the woman's side.

All she'd need was one good hit.

Then she'd show the bitch what a mistake she'd made.

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This@AzureKnight