Wernher

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Then pull back, relax, have a martini while I fix this.

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Ah! Well, I hadn't seen it that way. Want me to edit? I don't mind.

Chevalier: A New Initiative

I'm reading all that's happening and maybe I'm just tired from constant work, but I don't seem to quite follow what's going on.

Are we at the central school ground? Or in one of the cities? Or at the door of the Academy?

I thought I explained my plan as Henry fighting a bit, then retreating through the woods because we had no armor we'd be slightly faster (Then it's Louis XIV going down on our ass with muskets while I had in mind Arquebus with at least breastplates, so we're actually LESS mobile than the enemy) to then set it on fire and intercept as the enemy fled from it.

So, do I just roll with it and use plot magic to try and make something badass (Henry seems to have the lead on that with Caroline slightly behind) or is there a precise, easily written description of what's happening.

When did the town catch on fire? Why are there still people, much less artillery, going through a burning town to get in a fort (I'm fuzzy about where this one came from) in the middle of it?

Chevalier: A New Initiative

Btw, what's the exact nature of the enemy's equipment? Are their weapons, muskets, wheel lock, flintlock or? Level of armor?

Chevalier: A New Initiative

Going to work now, BUT KNOW THAT I SHALL RETURN with words, words to post!

Mirai Nikki: Alternate Entry

Can't post before Gold gives me an answer.

Chevalier: A New Initiative

Sorry, I've been having kind of a blank page regarding to this, I'll try and get back to it.

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Sorry for the short lengh, but I say, I do think this is the beginning of a dialogue phase.

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

Gilbert merely looked at his assistant fall. He had known him for 5 years and really he felt nothing for him, even now. He sighed and looked at the elf, annoyance with a slight amount of anger could be seen on his face. No fear, no confusion. "And they say I'm the evil one, as they intrude in my home and kill my people. Ridiculous." Gilbert crossed his arms and stared at Aslon.

"There are two reasons you should surrender now before you make me really angry, elf. First, as you have now the misfortune and privilege to encounter this castle's master necromancer, I command all the undead in it by sheer will and as I will it, they are now coming this way and you, fool that you are, cornered yourself by coming down here. I'm almost insulted that you trapped yourself and I didn't have to execute some kind of plan. Anyways, apparently the long ears you creatures sport have some use, you should hear them coming even now."

He smirked and snapped a finger. The necromancer began to arise from the dead but rather than getting up stayed on its knees and hand. "Second, if you do not know I am Gilbert the Immortal, undying, unkillable impaler. Three of those nicknames refer to how I cannot die and so the intimidation power of the arrow you point at me loses quite its effects. Then again, maybe you think I'm a vampire of some kind, a wooden shaft in the heart to immobilize me and then cut my head?"

Gilbert took a few step back to the table and raised the cloth slightly on the body to show the face of the dead elf on the table, he seemed almost at peace. "One in the head, one in the heart and my head sliced out of my body later I still stood. Always underestimating your enemies, even now it is what caused your downfall elf... Note that I speak in the past tense, for you have already been doomed the moment you step in this castle. Surrender to me now and I shall be merciful... Maybe."

Gilbert got in front of the undead necromancer and sat on his back, using his once apprentice as a stool. "But I don't expect you to do that, so what's it going to be? You trying desperately to run away and being mowed down by a hundred swords or going through me, doing little more than making a mess of my clothes and then pushing downward to find an exit which doesn't exist only to delay the inevitable?" He had a small fit of arrogant and self confident laughter.

Mirai Nikki: Alternate Entry

The Frozen wasteland that is Canada, also known as the USA's hat. Quebec to be more exact, so french speaking here.