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If you want to play both Fallout 3 and New Vegas, I'd recommend trying out A Tale of Two Wastelands.
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Unless the problem is in the air.
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If they at least have the decency to say that they're leaving instead of simply ghosting the RP, that's good enough to me.
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For the heck of it, here's Shortclaw's CS

Fleuri Jodeau


Fleuri watched Rui perform the weapon's swing in slower motion. Could one really perform such feats simply by martial mastery? What other sorts of feats could a master of swordplay achieve.

His thoughts were interrupted by Serenity speaking up and informing Rui that her bags had arrived. Fleur looked over and indeed, there were several foreign-looking bags that were not here a moment ago. Another of Merilia's tricks?

"How long do you intend to stay with us, Lady Rui?" Fleuri asked. "I think we can all agree that it'd be a great boon to the order to have a combat instructor of such sword mastery."
If he had to guess, it'd be that Merilia had decided to send someone to help bring the Iron Roses to a higher standard of martial skill. Even if she wasn't going to fight, the Iron Roses could definitely use an instructor. If she was sticking around for the long haul, it might be a good time to start training with a messer sword, Fleuri mused.

"Would you like to continue sparring? If not, I can assist with your bags."

@Raineh Daze@ERode@VitaVitaAR@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts


I can use magic, and the duel is first to be knocked over. Not unreasonable, but a little curious.

Ethelred took his position opposite Grainne, using his lance and shield for weapons. When his foe charged at him for the first strike of the match, he thrust his lance at the incoming sword, intent on deflecting it. He could have used his shield- after all, that's what it was for- but he was not one to ever underestimate a foe, and Grainne's terms of the duel made him suspicious that she'd be using some form of magic. After all, would a a magic-wielding knight not have a magic-wielding squire?

It might be easy enough to freeze the ground beneath them in hopes of having Grainne lose her footing, but he didn't want to resort to such a below-the-belt tactic in a sparring match.

@BrokenPromise@Rune_Alchemist@Guy0fV4lor
Roger Falkner and Shortclaw


When Roger saw the reflection of a silver sphere off of Shortclaw's barding, he knew immediately what was happening. Gisela, that Hundi mage, had decided to also attack the enemy's rear ranks.

"Shortclaw, Fly!" he spoke as he tugged on the reins. This was not a command, but a frantic warning coming from a position of trust. The griffin immediately heeded Roger's recommendation, dashing forward, almost trampling another cultist who managed to narrowly dodge, leaping into the air, and taking flight. Just as they got airborne, with the Hundi's silver spheres detonated behind them. From above, both rider and mount would briefly see the ground light up and shadows briefly appear behind the hills, the trees, and the figures on the combatants.

As dangerous as it was, as closely as it had come to frying them, it was definitely a beautiful sight.

@Raineh Daze
Captain Argus Fellborn


His gambit actually worked. The beast was down and the puppeteer exposed, now was Argus' chance to end this fight.

Wasting no time and taking no chances, Captain Fellborn thrust his sword into the bear-boar's throat- if this thing breathed, if there was any life in this gruesome puppeteered beast, it would soon expire. Next, he lunged at the skeleton and drove his sword deeply into the chest cavity, skewering the skeleton's skull on his sword, then attempting to rip it from its spine and raise it above his head like a jolly roger. Even with the only witness to this fight being a witch half-watching, the sixth tenet of Ichor demanded nothing short of bombastic spectacle from Her children.

With the fight (presumably) over, Argus recovered his hat, then approached the witch.

"You have your blanket, Miss Charlotte," he stated as he eyed his blade as to determine if the blood upon it was any good. Beast blood could not fully sustain a vampire, but it might hold him over until he could find a proper meal.

@Rune_Alchemist
Roger Falkner and Shortclaw


The shock of Roger's flanking maneuver appeared to have worn off. The attack had startled and shaken them, but perhaps having assessed that they had the numerical advantage, several cultists readied their weapons and approached the griffin from three sides. Roger counted at least three of them, closing in from three directions. It was an inherent disadvantage from attacking from behind the enemy lines, that one might find themselves surrounded and without support. Such a multi-directional assault might throw off a frightened, wild griffin enough to bring it down, but Shortclaw was no wild beast, nor was he alone in this.

The griffin dropped the mangled corpse from his beak and swiped at the right-most cultist with his front talons. The other two charged, intent on striking at Shortclaw while his beak and talons were occupied elsewhere. These foes would be the rider's responsibility to deal with. Roger lurched out of his saddle and thrust his spear at one of them, stabbing into the cultist's chest and physically forcing them back. The second cultist managed to get closer, but as they raised their axe to attack, the weapon knocked was from their hand by a kick from Roger's armored sabaton. In truth, Roger had actually been aiming for his foe's jaw with the kick, but Shortclaw's movements as he swiped and bit caused the attack to be slightly off. It didn't matter, though- a moment later, Roger's spear withdrew from the first cultist's torso and was planted in the second one's throat.

As both of his opponents fell to the ground, alive but incapacitated and likely fatally injured, Roger turned back to his mount, its beak and claws freshly bloodied from tearing apart the third cultist. Shortclaw certainly knows how to make a mess, Roger mused as he briefly down the foe's gruesomely lacerated body, before signaling for Shortclaw to push towards where Velvetica was- and cut down enemies caught in the middle. The more these foes were sandwiched, Roger reasoned, the more likely they'd lose their nerve and break, right?
Fleuri Jodeau


Fleuri instinctively moved to deflect the incoming strike. However, with his foe's lightning speed, it wasn't entirely clear if he'd move fast enough to meet the attack in time, or how well the practice sword's wooden blade would stand up against his foe's foreign sword.

The knight felt the wind flowing over him as there was another sound behind him as the wind from his opponent's attack once again struck with considerable force, but this time it sounded like wood rather than stone that was struck. Fleuri was still bewildered by the whole thing, that someone could swing a weapon so fast that it turned the air itself into such a projectile of such power. It really put things into perspective that this person's swordsmanship was so fast that it caused such considerable collateral damage as an unintended side effect.

Given how much noise the wind strikes made, it was no surprise to hear Tyaethe chime in to complain about the damage being done.

"Do you know her, by any chance?" Fleuri asked. "I'm told she's an agent of Merilia."

@Raineh Daze
Fleuri Jodeau


Fleuri had expected the attack to be blocked. He did not, however, expect the sword to come out wielded by a literal phantom limb. Nor did he expect to hear the sound of masonry behind him being struck when the sword came out. It was quite an extraordinary sight, seeing this amputee wielding a weapon with a nonexistent arm. Fleuri had never even heard of such a technique before.

At least his sword was still in one piece, although he still had a strong feeling that this swordswoman was toying with him.

"You know, we have curved swords here in Thaln," Fleuri spoke, readying himself in a two-handed stance. "I wonder how well your techniques would work with one." Instead of attacking, he put himself into a defensive stance- he wasn't sure if he even could block or parry her strikes, but he wanted to try.

Her weapon does not have much of a crossguard. I wonder if she has any familiarity with how one can be utilized in battle...

@Raineh Daze
Fleuri Jodeau


Fleuri wasn't entirely reassured, but brought his wooden sword into a combat stance nonetheless.

He watched as his opponent moved her only arm to the sheath and freed the sword within. He wasn't quite sure how she was going to use it. If he had to guess, judging by the very short guard above the hilt, it would be easy for her to move her hand up and grab the hilt. The sword's curved shape would allow her to draw the weapon from the scabbard and attack in the same motion. However, it still ought to need some space to clear its scabbard, right?

He was making an awful amount of analysis for a match that was almost certainly going to end poorly for him. Still, it'd be disrespectful to not give it his all.

She hadn't yet attacked, which Fleuri interpreted as an invitation for him to attack first. Reasoning that if he didn't attack first, he probably wouldn't get to attack at all, he complied. Fleuri stepped forward and swung his sword at Rui, aiming for the side of her that her arm and sword were.

@Raineh Daze
Fleuri Jodeau


Fleuri looked at Rui, then at Lein, considering their words. He still wasn't sure exactly what Lein's angle was, but the rabbit-woman's aims seemed straightforward enough.

"Alright, Lady Rui," he replied, raising the wooden sword he was holding. "If you want to spar, I will oblige you. I don't have any expectations of success against a dragon-slayer, though."

"Err, do we have a suitable wooden sword for her? I would rather not face a real sword in her hand," Fleuri asked Lein and Steffen, looking down at the sheathed swords on the swordswoman's hip. He flashed back to his dream-fight against the Vos Korvungaand champion, and the gruesome way that it ended. He wasn't too keen on risking the chance of that happening in the real world.

@VitaVitaAR@Conscripts@PigeonOfAstora@Erode@Raineh Daze
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