Crimson Paladin

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."

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Verius Sanctian

The Fighters Guild has certainly changed, Verius silently assessed. It wasn't really a surprise, considering how long the guild had existed. Any traces of its origin as an organization envisioned, approved, and staffed by Akaviri would have faded in the millennium-and-a-half since its inception. However, it thus far appeared to have retained its original purpose or providing reputable swords-for-hire for dealing with small-scale problems.

Since Hammerfell was no longer part of the Empire, this local chapter would no longer be constrained by its guild charter. However, they would probably still be operating under Hammerfell's laws if they wished to remain welcome in the province.

Technically speaking, Verius had already joined the Fighters Guild back in the Second Era but there was no possible way that they'd actually believe that he was an Akaviri from the Second Era.

"You need not worry, we're not outside contractors," he chimed in. "As my friend said, we all wish to join the guild, assuming there's work to be had."

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Javal

As the oft-repeated saying went, if you can walk away from a landing, it's a good landing. This was not going to be a good landing. Probably not going to be a survivable landing either. Up until right before it hit the side of the hill, he wasn't thinking about his likely imminent death- he was pulling on the yoke trying to regain control of the small single-engined plane, in hopes of at least making a serviceable emergency landing. It was not to be, though.

He just hoped it'd be fast- the prospect of being badly injured and slowly bleeding out in terrible agony in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness wasn't particularly appealing.

Then, just as it hit the ground, he awoke. He didn't feel like every bone in his body was broken, so his first though was that it was just a bad dream. As he stirred, however, he realized that this was not his mattress, and why did he feel fully clothed? Had he fallen asleep without even taking off his cold weather attire? Was this perhaps just a continuation of a dream?

The pilot opened his eyes and saw that this was not his room. He sat up, confused, and even moreso when seeing the strange attire on his body. This was not his clothing, and whatever was on his head was neither his hat nor his headset. His first impulse was to pinch himself. To his bewilderment, unlike every dream he ever had, he felt pain.

What was going on? How did he end up in this cabin?

He took a closer look at the outfit he had. From the look of it, it was...armor of some kind. He removed whatever was on his head and took a look at it. A helmet, from the look of it. Looking at the shape, of it, and of the armor covering him, it almost looked...a dragoon cosplay?

Just how did he get here? And who put him in this outfit?

Thinking that he might be able to make use for it as a cup or perhaps a crude tool, he put it back on his head and stood up. What could explain this? Who could have brought him here, put him in this outfit? Had that plane crash been real? Had he died and gone to some manner of afterlife?

Beneath the armor, his body felt somehow different than he remembered it. Perhaps it would be prudent to remove his armor, see why he felt so different. For now, perhaps he could see his reflection on the window.

As he got a good look at out the window, it was clear that this was not Alaska, nor was it heaven. Skeletal bodies, medieval weapons- just what was this?

Just then, before he could get a decent look at his reflection, the pilot was startled by a girl's scream from another room. As he tentatively approached, he could hear another woman's voice speaking. The sources of the voices were a white-haired young woman and...an elf?

Between that, the scene outside, and the armor on him, it appear that wherever he was had a theme that he'd ordinarily associate with "fantasy".

"Who are you two?" he asked. "Just what is going on here?"

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Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Expert at Falling

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal never cared much for crowds or big cities. He preferred living and working in more remote places with smaller groups of people than the prospect of commercial flying from one large city to the next. He's not truly a loner, though- he understands the importance of working with others and certainly doesn't have any intention of facing this new world by himself.
  
  In coming to this new world, he resolves to take things very seriously despite the strangeness and vague resemblance to fantasy settings he remembers from his past life. Having already died once, and he isn't going to take his chance at a new beginning lightly.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal (taking the new name from his gaming moniker) was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college and got a degree in aviation, attended to flight school, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as a pilot for small aircraft. He never cared much for the city, preferring working with fewer people in more remote locales, and consequently he ended up taking a job as a bush pilot in Alaska. The job was simple enough- he worked for a small discount outfit that shuttled small groups of people and light cargo to the remote parts of the region.
  
  Unfortunately, the outfit that he signed up with for evidently didn't always keep up with maintenance. On the return trip after making a delivery to a small village, his bush plane experienced engine failure while flying through rough winds and he did not walk away from the landing. The only silver lining that he was the only one in the plane when it went down.
• Cheat: Falling Star Armor- Javal can summon or unsummon his armor at will. While it provides some physical protection, its main property that it protects from falls that would kill or injure an ordinary person. It also allows him to adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he is falling. Further development may allow him to withstand hitting the ground at even higher vertical speeds or gain greater control over falling.
  
  • Skill Name: Acrobatics
  • Skill Description: This skill gives Javal increased agility and ability to jump higher and more deftly with a better chance at landing on his feet, a skill which should synergize well with his cheat.
• Other: Due to the possibility of ending up stranded in the wilderness in his previous life's job, Javal possesses some basic survival knowledge.

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Expert at Falling

• Name: Javal
• Age: Mentally 31, but he is unsure what the exact age of his new body is.
• Gender: Male
• Race: Human
• Appearance: Javal stands about 5'10"
• Personality: Javal never cared much for crowds or big cities. He preferred living and working in more remote places with smaller groups of people than the prospect of commercial flying from one large city to the next. He's not truly a loner, though- he understands the importance of working with others and certainly doesn't have any intention of facing this new world by himself.
  
  In coming to this new world, he resolves to take things very seriously despite the strangeness and vague resemblance to fantasy settings he remembers from his past life. Having already died once, and he isn't going to take his chance at a new beginning lightly.
• History: In his past life, the one now known as Javal (taking the new name from his gaming moniker) was known by a different name. There wasn't much to it- he was born to a stable middle-class family, attended college and got a degree in aviation, attended to flight school, and eventually obtained the certifications and experience to get hired as a pilot for small aircraft. He never cared much for the city, preferring working with fewer people in more remote locales, and consequently he ended up taking a job as a bush pilot in Alaska. The job was simple enough- he worked for a small discount outfit that shuttled small groups of people and light cargo to the remote parts of the region.
  
  Unfortunately, the outfit that he signed up with for evidently didn't always keep up with maintenance. On the return trip after making a delivery to a small village, his bush plane experienced engine failure while flying through rough winds and he did not walk away from the landing. The only silver lining that he was the only one in the plane when it went down.
• Cheat: Falling Star Armor- Javal can summon or unsummon his armor at will. While it provides some physical protection, its main property that it protects from falls that would kill or injure an ordinary person. It also allows him to adjust and manipulate the direction of his trajectory, allowing him to have some control over where he lands when he is falling. Further development may allow him to withstand hitting the ground at even higher vertical speeds or gain greater control over falling.
  
  • Skill Name: Acrobatics
  • Skill Description: This skill gives Javal increased agility and ability to jump higher and more deftly with a better chance at landing on his feet, a skill which should synergize well with his cheat.
• Other: Due to the possibility of ending up stranded in the wilderness in his previous life's job, Javal possesses some basic survival knowledge.