Crimson Paladin

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Javal was a little disappointed that the tumble down the stairs evidently hadn't broken any of the zombie's bones. According to his companions, who were evidently a little more versed in fantasy than him, blows to the head wouldn't do anything and he'd instead need to cripple the legs.

As it came back at him, he'd duck under its arms and swing his weapon at one of the zombie's kneecaps, following the advice of the elf and doll.

"You find anything useful on that corpse? Any weapons?" he shouted to the doll as he swung the table leg. He could hear her doing something back there, but was too busy focused on the pressing threat to look back and see.

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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

The Moonlit Queen proved to be quite easily offended, cursing Fionn and Gerard by turning their hair luminous. Fortunately Fleuri's etiquette proved sufficient to not invoke any retaliation beyond a blunt expression of ignorance of him. While some might perceive it as an insult, Fleuri could concede it was a not-unreasonable reply for an otherwise unreasonable fae who spent most of her time within her private little world.

What Fleuri was not prepared for was where the Moonlit Queen's line of thought would lead. It was clear that they'd have to wager for it, and she seemed to have recognized their skill and experience in combat, but he did not anticipate the queen announcing that they'd be facing the Midnight Hunt.

He had heard the stories of the Midnight Hunt. It was an evil tradition by evil beings that saw all others as nothing more than prey to be hunted. In his eyes, the mere notion of a Midnight Hunt being held within Thaln's borders ought to prompt as strong of a response as when Anzel Cazt rose up against the crown in rebellion.

This time, however, they'd be forced to face foes that could fight back.

The odds were lofty for sure, however. It was not enough to survive, if they wished to win the wager they would have to defeat them. From what Fleuri had heard of the tales, the hunters would keep coming endlessly until the night ended. Even so, Fleuri knew all too well that you didn't necessarily need to kill an enemy to subdue and defeat them. Fleuri couldn't help but wonder if this was the challenge that Merilia foresaw the Roses facing, and the reason that she helped to strengthen them.

Facing a legendary figure like Rozenalt would be a monumental challenge in and of itself, but they had Tyaethe on their side, and from the look of her manic grin, this was a rematch she had been waiting for.

The Moonlit Queen's terms were not negotiable and very lofty- if they lost, Fanilly and the Roses would belong to her. This wasn't up for debate- but it sounded like her wager was. He wondered- just what would the Moonlit Queen be willing to put up to match the bet that she demanded of the knights? Could they gain boons from her? Or, perhaps they could compel the Unseelie queen to release some unjustly stolen souls.

Fleuri said nothing at this time, but looked to Fanilly to see what her reaction would be.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Javal finally was able to see exactly what was menacing this place- a zombie. Such a thing was utterly impossible on Earth, but the short time he spent so far in this new world had prepared Javal for the possibility that just as this world had elves and supernatural powers, it also had undead. Luckily, it didn't appear to have any spark of intelligence, but he wasn't yet sure just how durable the zombies of this world were.

No time like the present to find out.

The moment the zombie began to emerge from the cellar, Javal swung the table leg at its face, attempting to knock the shambling corpse off the stairs and back down to the level below. If any of his companions had any tricks of their own for this situation, now would be the time to use them. If not it may be up to him to beat this thing until it stopped moving.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Javal listened closely to Lena's explanation for touching them. She justified herself with a claim that she could discern the material makeup of objects by touching them. An odd claim, but Javal saw no reason to cast doubt on her at the moment. After all, he entered this world with a boon of his own- his armor.

Steel with mithril- that'd explain why it feels a bit lighter than it ought to.

It's true that it might not be useful in this immediate situation, but it could be an amazing ability further down the road, once they were out of this mess. As for the elf, she had the look of a mage, and that staff definitely looked like a mage's weapon. She hadn't announced her ability, but if Javal had to guess, the girl's boon was the ability to use magic.

Speaking of the elf, as the doll moved in on her, she announced that she heard something moving in the cellar. Apparently this abandoned building was not as secure as they previously thought.

"We'd better check it out, then. It could be dangerous but we don't want it getting the jump on us," Javal stated, walking towards the cellar door, with a tight grip on his improvised club. He didn't know what awaited them, but between the three of them, they should be able to handle a little bit of danger.

"Sephily, what can you do with that staff of yours?" he asked as he slowly reached for the cellar door.

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Verius Sanctian

Evidently the locals had no difficulty recognizing the four of them for the capable warriors that they were. Thankfully, they also came to the conclusion that it'd be better to have Verius and his companions as members rather than competitors.

Joining the guild would not only allow them to support themselves, it also would also afford them a lower profile than if they were gallivanting all over Hammerfell while independent and unaligned. It was unclear as to how much work the guild would be able to offer in the long term, but as long as they could put food on the table and avoid drawing too much attention to themselves, their current objectives would be met

"Dwemer ruin? I've been in one or two before, we can handle that," Verius replied to the knight. Dwemer ruins were dangerous, but fairly consistent in the dangers that they posed. After all, it wasn't like the ruins had changed much since their masters disappeared.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

Fleuri watched and listened to the captain negotiate with the Moonlit Queen. Ever the straightforward one, Fanilly wasted no time getting to the point. Unfortunately, but perhaps not unexpectedly, the Moonlit Queen didn't want to bargain for the Duke's sanity. Instead, she ranted about the Duke, her words hinting at a belief that her victim had somehow wronged her.

In other words, they were dealing with what by human standards was a petty, spoiled child with vast magical power.

Fanilly's negotiations would ultimately come down to an offer of a wager. While the Moonlit Queen seemed to initially reject it, she seemed to have enough interest to ask what the knights could do. Whether it was genuine curiosity or rhetorical, it's be the one opportunity for the knights to convince her that their capabilities were great enough that they'd make for a wager more interesting to her than watching the Duke.

Fleuri took a moment to ready himself, silently formulating the introduction that he would present to the Moonlit Queen. He'd have only one chance to make any manner of impression. Ordinarily he'd consider this to be making a fool of himself, but now was not the time to shirk making a spectacle.

Following Fionn's words, Fleuri stepped forward. "If you've spent time with the Duke, then perhaps you have seen or heard of me," he said, drawing his sword, holding up upright, then swinging it diagonally and behind as he bowed to her- his tournament salute.

"Sir Fleuri Jodeau, Flower of the North, champion of the Brennan tournament two years back, at your service, my lady." After sheathing his sword, he plucked one of the griffon feathers from his helmet and offered it to her as if it was a flower. "For you, my lady- a token of one of our band's victories."

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Javel heard a commotion in the next room. Lena was inisting on doing something, and Sephily was protesting. What is she doing in there? This is hardly the time to be fooling around, he thought to himself as he continued to scrounge around.

He didn't have to wait too long to learn what Lena was doing to Sephily, because right afterwards, the doll decided to to it to him, too. She strode into the kitchen, called his name, and when he turned around, Lena placed her hands on his face, then his armor, all under the excuse of wanting to test something. As to what she was testing, he had no idea.

"Is there any specific reason you insist on getting handsy with us, Lena?" Javal asked, perplexed as to why the doll was doing this.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Javal followed the doll downstairs, following their failure to find anything useful- or any other reincarnated souls- on the current floor. Wherever they were, it appeared to be long-abandoned. If there was anything resembling good news so far, it was that he wasn't hearing any noise coming from below.

The first thing he noticed when he came down was the boarded windows and barricaded doors. Someone had clearly made an effort to secure this building from whatever was outside, which meant that whatever was out there was almost certainly dangerous. Any remaining doubt as to the danger of their situation evaporated completely when the doll girl brought his attention to a corpse.

Javal followed the doll to examine the body. It appeared to be a knight, and judging by the blood adorning the wall behind him, his death was a violent one. His armor was in poor condition, certainly of no use to any of them, but the dagger might be of use to them. From the look of it, he had to have been dead for quite a while, yet was untouched by scavengers. Perhaps he received his fatal wounds before the building was boarded up, but seeing a violently slain man in this building did not inspire any confidence in Javal that this location was safe.

"Judging by this poor fellow here, I'd say we're in for some trouble," Javel stated as he grabbed the leg of an upturned table and began to pry it off to use as a makeshift weapon. Table leg in hand, he headed to the kitchen, leaving the doll to loot the knight. The kitchen, as expected, was in disarray, with scattered implements and molded remains of food. To Javal, however, this junk was far from useless. He reached down and picked up a produce sack.

This should do nicely, he thought as he eptied it of its very perished contents, then placed a knife spoon, small pot, and bottle inside. Now they had some basic survival gear.

"You find anything on that knight, Lena?" he called out.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Fleuri Jodeau

With the success of the scouting group in contacting the fae, the knights were able to progress to the fae realm and obtain an audience with the Moonlit Queen herself. Unfortunately, if there wasn't already clear enough just how precarious their situation in her realm was, it became very clear when the Moonlit Queen caused the captain's hair to rapidly grow. By the standards of the fae, it was a relatively harmless gesture, probably just a petty whim of the Moonlit Queen to make an aesthetic "improvement" to Fanilly, but it demonstrated just how powerful and impulsive she could be.

If she desired- or if an errant thought popped in her head- probably could kill most of the group without any effort.

Fleuri was not pleased to find himself in this situation- at the whims of a capricious fae in the heart of her power. He did not believe he could contribute anything here, nor would attempting to do so seem wise in light of what the fae queen did to Fanilly- best to allow Fionn, who was most familiar with fae, to do the talking.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

Ah, she must also be from Earth, Javal concluded when he heard the second woman's reply. It was clear by her answer that she too had gone through the rather unpleasant experience of dying. At first glance her body looked like it had stitches, then a moment later he saw that they were joints- she appeared to be a living doll of some sort.

The elf hadn't given her answer yet, but since she was here, and just as confused as they were, her story would probably be the same. She died, and woke up here. His own body didn't thus far seem as otherworldly as theirs, but there still might be some surprises in store whenever he managed to find a reflective surface.

"Last I remember, my plane was going down in the Alaskan wilderness," he answered the elf's question. "I suppose you can call me Javal," he answered, Javal being a moniker he used in computer games. New body, new name.

The doll was right, from what he saw outside, this place probably wasn't safe. As much as he wished to stop and think, this wasn't the place or time. Judging by the corpses on the ground, the figures moving around outside probably weren't friendly. The trio needed to find someplace safe to regroup and figure out exactly what had happened and where they now were.

"I saw what looked like some weapons lying around outside," he noted. "It's risky, but if those things find us before we can find someplace safe, I'd much rather we have something to defend ourselves with."