@Coda: This looks good to me! Accepted.
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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.
4 yrs ago
As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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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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@Coda: They basically cast from hitpoints, wearing down your vitality for instant casting, meaning too much can kill you way more easily then just burning out your mana.
@Coda: Sorry, I was in a little bit of a rush when I first judged your bio and may have missed some things. That's my fault, and I apologize.
The bio seems a bit all over the place honestly. The backstory seems a bit like a string of random events. Nothing here is terribly off-base(griffins exist and are dangerous predators and all that) though, it just doesn't feel like it leads the most logically to the conclusion. But the main point I'd say is that the rune, given its effects, should be a bit more of a significant event then a sudden accident(and would be understood easily if that was the case given tattooed spells are a thing).
You also need to explain the phantasmal sword a lot more, I need to know what we're working with in that regard.
I'd also probably not accept more copper-level adventurers if he stays copper, since too many would bring down the challenge rating that the guild would allow a party to accept and be restrictive for us to work with as GMs.
The bio seems a bit all over the place honestly. The backstory seems a bit like a string of random events. Nothing here is terribly off-base(griffins exist and are dangerous predators and all that) though, it just doesn't feel like it leads the most logically to the conclusion. But the main point I'd say is that the rune, given its effects, should be a bit more of a significant event then a sudden accident(and would be understood easily if that was the case given tattooed spells are a thing).
You also need to explain the phantasmal sword a lot more, I need to know what we're working with in that regard.
I'd also probably not accept more copper-level adventurers if he stays copper, since too many would bring down the challenge rating that the guild would allow a party to accept and be restrictive for us to work with as GMs.
@Coda: I would like a bit more on personality if possible. I technically don't see anything too off with anything else(inscribing spells on your own body is actually a thing, albeit dangerous), but the Mage College would be a more logical place to go to learn more about what happened. So I do think he needs a bit more of a logical reason for heading to the Adventurer's Guild.
For everyone else, I'm raising the player count by two players. This means we'll have a total of ten players, and five players counting Rain and myself per party.
For everyone else, I'm raising the player count by two players. This means we'll have a total of ten players, and five players counting Rain and myself per party.
@The Otter: Accepted. I'm maybe only accepting one more elf here, now, I need to think a bit about a couple things since I didn't expect so many.
@LaserGunPewPew: Stealth is workable.
@LaserGunPewPew: Stealth is workable.
@The Otter: It's after midnight so I don't look at bios officially, tomorrow!
@SilverPaw: Astromancy is an offensive school of magic drawing on the stars and other celestial bodies. It usually involves attacking with mana in various star/meteor/other celestial body-like forms, such as bolts of beams resembling shooting stars or a blast modeled on the impact of a meteor. Spells include Celestial Spears(spears of light that can pierce armor), Shooting Stars(star-like balls of light that can be summoned and fired in large numbers), and high power stuff like Meteor Fall(a beam of light from above).
@Taka: Yes, if you get good enough at a spell you can cut down the casting process to a single word.
@SilverPaw: Astromancy is an offensive school of magic drawing on the stars and other celestial bodies. It usually involves attacking with mana in various star/meteor/other celestial body-like forms, such as bolts of beams resembling shooting stars or a blast modeled on the impact of a meteor. Spells include Celestial Spears(spears of light that can pierce armor), Shooting Stars(star-like balls of light that can be summoned and fired in large numbers), and high power stuff like Meteor Fall(a beam of light from above).
@Taka: Yes, if you get good enough at a spell you can cut down the casting process to a single word.
---I'm alive.
I'm bleeding. Somewhere, at least. I can feel it. I try to take stock of my condition, but it's difficult when so much of my body hurts. Signals from nerve endings all across my torso and limbs are crying out for my attention, telling me that something happened, that I should stop and take a look and understand the condition of my body. My clothing is ragged and torn, the force of Ultima managing to reach me and tear through the fabric.
But my weapons are still intact.
Most of my body is still intact. There's no damage so severe that I can't move.
That's all I need to know.
I can stop once the mission is completed.
I press two fingers together as my blade leaves its sheath, and the world of darkness around me is splits and bleeds. It clings to me as I emerge, splattering onto the deck of the ship and staining it in liquid shadow.
As my foot strikes solid ground, an echo of protest moves through my nerve tissue but quickly falls silent.
I have a single objective.
It doesn't matter if I'm the one who achieves it. All that matters is that someone does.
The one piloting that war machine must die.
Heat flows through my arm once more, pouring out of my fingers and channeling its way across the edge of my blade as I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs.
The air warps around my sword, wavering as the flames surge and the steel glows white-hot.
My vision narrows to a single point. My senses hone onto a single target.
Kill.
That's all I need to do.
Kill.
Reach my target and kill.
All I can do is kill. All I need to do is kill.
That's my purpose.
That's my mission.
The world blurs as I throw myself forward, a streak of flames carving its way through the rushing air.
Will I reach her?
Will someone else reach her?
As long as I have killed, as long as the objective of death is completed, that's all that matters.
I don't know if I'll be able to walk after this. I can't be certain.
But that doesn't matter either, does it?
Not if I can kill.
I made sure to emerge from a blind spot. Either she tries to react to me and takes her attention away from one of her other attackers, or she fails to react to me because she's trying to defend herself.
Either way, I'll kill.
The objective will be met.
And then---
I'm bleeding. Somewhere, at least. I can feel it. I try to take stock of my condition, but it's difficult when so much of my body hurts. Signals from nerve endings all across my torso and limbs are crying out for my attention, telling me that something happened, that I should stop and take a look and understand the condition of my body. My clothing is ragged and torn, the force of Ultima managing to reach me and tear through the fabric.
But my weapons are still intact.
Most of my body is still intact. There's no damage so severe that I can't move.
That's all I need to know.
I can stop once the mission is completed.
I press two fingers together as my blade leaves its sheath, and the world of darkness around me is splits and bleeds. It clings to me as I emerge, splattering onto the deck of the ship and staining it in liquid shadow.
As my foot strikes solid ground, an echo of protest moves through my nerve tissue but quickly falls silent.
I have a single objective.
It doesn't matter if I'm the one who achieves it. All that matters is that someone does.
The one piloting that war machine must die.
Heat flows through my arm once more, pouring out of my fingers and channeling its way across the edge of my blade as I suck in a deep breath, filling my lungs.
The air warps around my sword, wavering as the flames surge and the steel glows white-hot.
My vision narrows to a single point. My senses hone onto a single target.
Kill.
That's all I need to do.
Kill.
Reach my target and kill.
All I can do is kill. All I need to do is kill.
That's my purpose.
That's my mission.
The world blurs as I throw myself forward, a streak of flames carving its way through the rushing air.
Will I reach her?
Will someone else reach her?
As long as I have killed, as long as the objective of death is completed, that's all that matters.
I don't know if I'll be able to walk after this. I can't be certain.
But that doesn't matter either, does it?
Not if I can kill.
I made sure to emerge from a blind spot. Either she tries to react to me and takes her attention away from one of her other attackers, or she fails to react to me because she's trying to defend herself.
Either way, I'll kill.
The objective will be met.
And then---
@Dusty: Okay so...
Pretty much none of this fits, wood elves are the closest offshoot to high elves in terms of architecture and culture. They weave buildings onto and into trees, even growing trees into structures, and are quite capable with arms and armor just like the other elven ethnic groups.
@Taka: I'd need to see the martial artist concept fleshed out before I could give a 100% clearance.
I'll also say that while I won't stop people from signing up, if we get over the character limit we're going to be choosy with who with accept in terms of who gives the most variety in the lineup and suits the RP's tone and direction the best.
Pretty much none of this fits, wood elves are the closest offshoot to high elves in terms of architecture and culture. They weave buildings onto and into trees, even growing trees into structures, and are quite capable with arms and armor just like the other elven ethnic groups.
@Taka: I'd need to see the martial artist concept fleshed out before I could give a 100% clearance.
I'll also say that while I won't stop people from signing up, if we get over the character limit we're going to be choosy with who with accept in terms of who gives the most variety in the lineup and suits the RP's tone and direction the best.
A few of the items here are mere trinkets, things only worth examining due to the location in which they were unearthed.
Others, however, have somewhat more potential. Curious objects sometimes without an immediately clear purpose, but nevertheless appearing to be part of a shattered window into the past. Others have a clearer purpose, such as the hand of an ancient golem or a fragment of a basic turret attached to a war machine.
Regardless, the artifacts doubtlessly raise questions.
And what is the path of Metis but seeking answers to questions?
Thus, it is only logical that I am here, and only logical that I am examining what they've managed to uncover. Not that they've delved into the main sight particularly deeply, yet, but what they've discovered in the surrounding area is enough to paint at least the beginnings of a picture.
Some sort of military installation was here at some point, that much is perfectly clear. Perhaps a facility that was producing these weapons? The industrial nature of some of the fragmented relics as well as the scattered pieces of weaponry points to such a purpose, at least, older than the far more recent war.
Naturally, it only makes sense that they contacted me. Who is more appropriate to participate in this expedition than a genius? And, naturally, I accepted.
I've turned down plenty of less interesting requests for collaboration before, but this digsite---
Well, in truth, it holds some interesting possibilities. An expedition into an unknown site to discover what may lay within is sure to grant me further knowledge, isn't it?
With my staff floating alongside me, currently acting as a portable heater, the cold isn't much of an issue either.
Only very few of those I consider peers are directly involved in this, which is somewhat disappointing. But at least they've hopefully gathered people who will be of some kind of assistance.
---Hmmm.
This artifact appears to be some sort of artificial limb. A bit more humanoid than expected from a killing machine, but at the same time no entirely identical to the structure of one of the ancient golems.
I may have to return to that artifact in particular. For now, it appears that the main dig is about get underway.
A genius wouldn't miss this.
Others, however, have somewhat more potential. Curious objects sometimes without an immediately clear purpose, but nevertheless appearing to be part of a shattered window into the past. Others have a clearer purpose, such as the hand of an ancient golem or a fragment of a basic turret attached to a war machine.
Regardless, the artifacts doubtlessly raise questions.
And what is the path of Metis but seeking answers to questions?
Thus, it is only logical that I am here, and only logical that I am examining what they've managed to uncover. Not that they've delved into the main sight particularly deeply, yet, but what they've discovered in the surrounding area is enough to paint at least the beginnings of a picture.
Some sort of military installation was here at some point, that much is perfectly clear. Perhaps a facility that was producing these weapons? The industrial nature of some of the fragmented relics as well as the scattered pieces of weaponry points to such a purpose, at least, older than the far more recent war.
Naturally, it only makes sense that they contacted me. Who is more appropriate to participate in this expedition than a genius? And, naturally, I accepted.
I've turned down plenty of less interesting requests for collaboration before, but this digsite---
Well, in truth, it holds some interesting possibilities. An expedition into an unknown site to discover what may lay within is sure to grant me further knowledge, isn't it?
With my staff floating alongside me, currently acting as a portable heater, the cold isn't much of an issue either.
Only very few of those I consider peers are directly involved in this, which is somewhat disappointing. But at least they've hopefully gathered people who will be of some kind of assistance.
---Hmmm.
This artifact appears to be some sort of artificial limb. A bit more humanoid than expected from a killing machine, but at the same time no entirely identical to the structure of one of the ancient golems.
I may have to return to that artifact in particular. For now, it appears that the main dig is about get underway.
A genius wouldn't miss this.
@Raineh Daze: Accepted.
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