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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

They did it.

Despite who they were fighting, despite the fact their target was a legend from the stories of her childhood, they'd done it.

She had reached Prince Erion, her sword ready to fall when she had come to a halt.

Fanilly nearly collapsed on the spot, but she managed to catch herself to listen to the Prince's words of congratulations. He may not have had any idea what their next challenge would be, but that didn't mean that it wasn't an immensely satisfying experience to be congratulated by a figure out of legend.

He may have been a magical recreation of some form, but he had the personality and memories of the original. She was being praised by Prince Erion himself.

It was overwhelming, in fact. Fanilly barely knew what to say.

But she wasn't so overwhelmed as to miss the blue light in the sky.

She tried to open her mouth and yell for the knights to scatter as fast as possible, but they'd been far too distracted, and---

Fanilly had no idea how it felt. She hadn't the slightest idea what the process of her whole being eroding away by such a powerful spell was like.

It had happened so swiftly.

Suddenly she was standing there, perfectly fine once more.

... If she hadn't been so distracted by the Prince's praise, would she have been able to evade the blast? Would she have been able to warn her knights? Was that part of the test?

As she began to internally curse her own failure to pay attention, she noticed the drifting form of the missive as it descended towards them.

Their test---

It was just a particularly destructive way to get their attention.

The second test was to reach the top of the hill.

The Knight-Captain steadied herself, taking a deep breath as she cleared her head.

"Sir Gerard is right. We should take advantage of the time we have to scout the perimeter of the hill," Fanilly began, trying not to show any sign of being shaken. Her hands trembled slightly, but she wouldn't allow herself to falter, "Any routes with more potential cover are a blessing, but I doubt that we'll have too many advantages."

This was meant to test them against a powerful mage, wasn't it? A singular target whose range outstripped nearly everyone there, who could attack in ways that bypassed armor.

"Fighting against a powerful mage at range isn't simple, but there's some obvious tactics we can make use of, especially since our only task is to reach the top of the hill. To begin with, we should split up as much as possible and approach from different angles. While she may be able to switch targets quickly, if we remain apart it will be difficult for her to strike more than one of us with a single spell, or block any of us from climbing."

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Forest Shrine

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The green-haired girl gave a blank, incredulous stare at the medusa and the goblin, for a few moments rendered entirely speechless.

"You don't know where that was?" she exclaimed, "Then how did you even-you must be drunk. It'd explain why you're such an odd group, too."

She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily.

"In case you needed a refresher, that ruined shrine is given a wide berth for a reason," she continued, her right hand still on her wooden staff as her left rested on her hip, "And the creature that attacked you is why."

Averting her eyes for a moment, the girl grumbled something under her breath that was barely audible. But given her goblin nature, her large ears adapted for hearing faint noises, it was possible that Rita would just barely pick up her voice.

"-not that staying away from the shrine is enough these days..."

The girl let out another sigh before directly addressing the trio once more.

"Listen, I'm not thrilled about this, but I can't have a set of drunk lunatics dying on my conscience," she began, "And I think Relki wouldn't leave me alone if I just let you try and find your way out by yourselves."

As if on cue, a raven alighted on the tip of her staff. It regarded the assembled figures before it, tilting its head.

"So, follow me. I'll take you someplace safe for the night and then show you the way out in the morning. Got it?"

The girl turned and started to walk away, then paused and looked back over her shoulder.

"Since you seem so ill-informed, I'll introduce myself. I'm Ilsa, Substitute Witch of the Forest."

The raven let out a caw, and Ilsa glared at it for a moment. Eventually, she let out a sigh.

"And that's Relki. For some reason, she won't just tell you herself. Now, come on."

With that, she turned and started to walk away. The forest was no longer so dark and intimidating, with the departure of the creature, but the patches of dead plants where its hooved feet hand fallen remained. Still, the birds had returned, and the idyllic and peaceful-seeming surroundings no longer held a scrap of malice. Certainly, there were likely dangerous creatures living in the woods of a more ordinary sort, but it still seemed to be a pleasant enough place.

If one could forget the deer creature.

After a few moments of walking, the forest cleared slightly to reveal a stone path with grass growing between it, leading to a cottage across a small wooden bridge over a stream. It had a small garden out front, flush with blooming flowers, and something small and sparkly seemed to be flitting around above the rooftops and about the garden.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Rin

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

"This puny girl says she can beat me? I'm sorry, but I can't say I'm convinced."

Her opponent clearly doubted her capabilities.

It was true, she wasn't operating at a hundred percent now. However, she hardly needed to to defeat someone like this.

"Then I suppose you're going to be surprised," she said, flatly. It wasn't really a quip or a joke, more of a statement of fact.

The man shrugged and readied his training sword and shield.

Youmu narrowed her eyes slightly. He really wasn't taking this seriously, was he?

It was his mistake, she supposed.

She planted her right foot firmly forward, drawing the bokken parallel to her head into ko gasumi as her other foot slid back. It had been some time since she used one of the wooden blades, but it was still a familiar feeling in her hands. Now, she usually trained with Roukanken and Hakurouken as opposed to using any substitutes. Even if she were sparring, with Spell Card rules in play there was no risk of serious injury.

Regardless, it wouldn't be a problem in the least.

Youmu moved. Her speed held back by her spiritual injury was still enough to clear the gap between herself and her opponent in the blink of an eye.

He would thrust his shield as she approached, straightforwardly. The half-phantom could see it playing out, in her mind, an instant he tried it in real life.

It would be followed by a strike, likely a thrust or a downward slash.

She wasn't there for either blow.

His wooden shield struck nothing but air. His wooden sword cleaved emptiness.

He wasn't totally lacking in skill. Youmu could see his eyes following her. He was aware she'd feinted, even if he was struggling to respond to her position now on his left-hand side.

All he could do at this range was swing his shield in hopes of making contact.

Youmu stepped back, and before he could recover immediately stepped back in past his shield.

The bokken's tip pressed against his throat.

"You've lost," Youmu commented, simply, the bokken pressing lightly to the flesh of his neck.

She'd shown him.

But apparently, he didn't think that was enough.

"You little---!"

His attempt to swat her with his wooden sword was fruitless.

The dull thunk of the bokken striking him over the head, a blow that Youmu was certain would have split his skull in two had she been wielding Roukanken, heralded the true end of the duel.

"Nnng... d-damn it..." he stammered, clutching at his head and sinking to his knees.

It wasn't the most exciting duel, but at least she'd shown him how badly he'd misjudged her.

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

@Nyahahameha: After way too much delay, formally accepted!

Qlippoth Shift: A Supernatural Action RP About Combating Otherworldy Anomalies

@Nyahahameha: Blah, I'm sorry. Part of it is that I'm so used to using discord that I forget about the OOC, but I'll admit your character concept is a bit unexpected and I'm still not 100% sure about it.

I'll send along a link to the discord server, that should make things easier. I should have done it a lot more quickly.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Ruined Inn

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"Not everyone here has whatever your strength stat is and a warhammer, you know."

As much as I'm glad she used it and crushed the undead, I really hope that the girl in the white robes and armor isn't going to go assuming everyone has whatever freakish layout she has going on.

My strength stat is the bare minimum and I don't have anything aside from my staff. I can't say I favor my chances in the same situation, so I'm hoping I don't have to put that to the test.

... Did the other elf just tell me not to cry?

I wasn't going to cry! And I'm definitely not now!

Am I?!

I can't help turning away quickly, embarrassed. Did I seriously---

I'm an adult. A grown man!

... Well, this body isn't a grown man's, though I'm definitely not a child. There's no way I was on the verge of tears and didn't even realize it, right?

Is it really because the hormonal balance of this body is different then I'm used to? That I'm simply not used to dealing with the ways a small elf girl emotionally responds to things? I know it can't be the same as an adult male human's, but---

Aah, I don't even what to think about the fact I might have just nearly cried in front of a bunch of strangers!

At least I can distract myself by answering his questions.

"I-I'm making a lot of assumptions, but-"

Wait wait wait.

Did he offer to hug me?!

I feel like the stare I give him is probably enough of an answer to that, but I'm not about to let it go.

"I'm an adult. And a stranger. Do you seriously offer to hug adult strangers all the time? Please tell me you don't."

Sucking in a deep breath, I try to calm myself. My heart's not beating quit so fast, and I can easily avoid looking at the dead zombie.

"L-like I said, I made a lot of assumptions, but..." I pause a moment. It really is a lot of guesswork, but it's what I have to go off of. Two of us are elves, we're all dressed up in robes and armor, and magic clearly exists.

"I'm guessing this world is a fantasy setting," I continue, "Something out of story about elves and dragons and magic."

The only thing we don't have right here was the dragons, after all.

At least I hope so.

"So it doesn't run on the same principles as the world we were born in," I add, "These undead are probably animated by magic. Rather then dying, it's more like a car breaking down. If your car irreparably breaks down, you're going to leave it, right?"

If magic is making it move, then it doesn't need the brain to stay intact. But a broken spine or destroyed limbs means it can't move anymore.

"That's probably what happened."

I take a deep breath and glance at the rest of the cellar.

"We should take what we can and get out of here. I doubt the whole world is like this, and we don't have any source of clean portable water anyway. So, we need to find a way out of this city."

@PKMNB0Y@Aku the Samurai@SilverPaw@RolePlayerRoxas

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Her heartbeat hammered.

She'd taken on plenty of bandits before. It wasn't like this was the first time she'd been shot at either. Hardly the first time she'd spilled blood.

A hero's blade could be stained with the life of the wicked, after all, and Valheim's forces came here for the sake of conquering and subjugating Osprey's people.

But this was still different, even from when she fought the Valheimr soldiers in the ruined town.

But---

This wasn't the first time she'd been shot at, after all.

She wasn't about to let them reach Miina.

Sparks flew. Bullets were sent careening off course or even cut by the razor edge of her blade.

"Oh no, you won't!" Robin cried, "As long as I'm here, none of you are going to have the chance!"

Some stray piece of shrapnel tore the fabric at her shoulder.

Her heart pounded even faster.

But this was the sort of thing a hero did. Standing up for her allies, defending them from even the most terrifying situations.

So, Robin wasn't going to falter and let any scrap of fear linger in her mind. She'd push it away and focus.

After all, deflecting bullets was something you needed to focus on.

There, that one was reloading---!

Robin crouched low and hurled herself forward, a bullet from the Einhanders above striking the spot she had occupied moments ago. She reached the nearest soldier in an instant and he fumbled, trying to switch from loading his rifle to drawing a knife.

He was no-where near swift enough, a streak of red bursting in the air as Robin slashed through his throat and withdrew just as swiftly as she had approached, before the remaining soldiers could focus on her.

She couldn't do anything about the Einhanders, but if she could keep Miina covered and help clear away as many soldiers on the ground, then---!

@Ithradine@Raineh Daze

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

They were breaking through.

Fanilly had only been engaging briefly, forcing a knight back just long enough for them to be pushed back by one of Gertrude's spells, but she could tell her knights' efforts were paying off.

Individually, they truly were more potent. But their opponents knew that.

Killing them was now resulting in simply being bogged down, as Erion's Knights used their own bodies as a method of catching their blades.

It was gruesome, but it only made sense. This was a world where they could not perish permanently, and even if they could they were fighting as if this was a true battle rather then a test of skill.

How else could this be a true test, after all?

Fanilly's blade slid along the blade of a tall silver-armored figure. But rather then aiming for a gape in his armor, she instead forced his sword aside and pushed him into an awkward position, leaving him wide open one of Gertrude's shooting starts to send him reeling.

Their line was weakened. From deaths or even momentary incapacitation.

Her knights' efforts could open a hole, but it needed to be fast enough.

To hit hard enough.

To open the gap long enough to reach Prince Erion, for the mere chance to strike at a legend.

Fanilly sucked air in through her teeth and stepped back.

"Lady Gertrude!" she called, "There! The line is weakest there!"

Her knights had made sure of that. Everything had lined up for this moment, this opportunity.

They'd break through, and reach him---!

Death wasn't necessary. The line only needed to break completely for just long enough.

"Show them what you can do!"

Appealing to her pride had worked the first time, so Fanilly had to guess it would work the second.

"What only you can do!"

With that, she was already running. The very instant Lady Gertrude's spell struck, before Erion's Knights could recover, that was when their moment would come.

The longer they tried to fight it out, the more opportunities to keep them back would arise, so now was their chance---!

From Realms Beyond — An Isekai Crossover RP (Now Accepting)

It wasn't a danmaku duel. Youmu was certain such things didn't exist in this world, though surely nonlethal sparring did. As such, her hand left Roukanken's hilt. The swords that were used by the people here weren't katana, and she wasn't quite certain she would know how to use them with any real finesse.

However, that turned out not to be an issue. Indeed, it seemed as if the caravan had traded with an eastern merchant at some point, and obtained a bokken.

This would do quite nicely, no matter who she faced.

She would demonstrate to them the skill of the Konpaku.

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Dirt Road

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With Sheila's assistance, keeping Linie from moving too much while she was being tended to wasn't particularly difficult. Thankfully, the Duke's Daughter and her entourage weren't entirely unprepared, and some alcohol and clean water as well as some loose fabric was able to be located for the purposes of tending to the wound.

It seemed as if Linie was finally listening to her orders, at least, given she appeared to be resting still, though she did flinch slightly as the gash in her side was tended to. As long as they could put a stop to the bleeding, it was likely the future was relatively bright for the injured girl.

While it didn't show on her face, the Duke's daughter seemed to grow a little less tense at the medical attention to her maid, though the third maid that remained by her side was less ready to relax.

This was made abundantly clear when she snatched the paper from Duncan's hand.

"Don't address Lady Darnell so lightly," she asserted, her voice firm as she gave a sharp glare to the armored man, "Regardless of how you may have assisted, you-"

"Morwenna, do you take me for some kind of fool?"

The maid went rigid at that.

"Of... o-of course not, Lady Darnell," she said, bowing her head.

"Hmph," the blonde girl huffed as she folded her arms, "Then don't treat me like one. I want to see what he found, even if he is a commoner."

"I... I apologize," the maid responded, bowing her head swiftly. When she addressed Duncan once more, she didn't look him in the eye.

"I'm sorry," she said, quietly, before silently handing holding the paper up to her mistress.

The girl's glare intensified.

"Someone dared to hand these pieces of trash information on my route back to the capital?" she snapped, snatching the paper from her maid's hand, "The audacity to aid mere bandits in attempting to assault nobility---!"

"I'm not sure if they are mere bandits, Lady Darnell," one of the armored men approached, kneeling and bowing his head as he did. He was in his forties, perhaps, with a rather thick moustache, "Their equipment is higher quality then the average highwayman, no matter how they tried to make it look."

The girl's grip on the paper tightened as her eyes narrowed.

".. I see," she replied, her voice dripping with venom, "So that's how it is."

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze@Sir Lurksalot