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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_@VitaVitaAR

On a battlefield, it was courage and a steadfast advance that defined a knight, unbowed as they were by adversity and multiplicity.

In a ballroom though, surrounded by those of high society, their armaments removed and their status as protectors of the realm granted to Royal Guards instead? A knight remained as such, but required too the finesse and grace of a noble, whilst remaining unashamed of the badges of honor earned, the body they had forged in flame, against anvil.

What else could Dame Serenity of House Arcedeen be expected to arrive in then, if not in her finest dress? Indigo fabrics hugged her frames, layered upon each other like ocean waves, flowing upwards to wrap around her neck. For the occasion, she had allowed her hair to flow loosely, draping over her shoulders whilst adorning herself with a few tasteful accessories that complemented her eyes. A few accessories to complement the scars that marked her body, to juxtapose with the broadness of her shoulders, the flatness of her bosom. It was a time to enjoy herself, after all. To see who remained in the third princess's favor, and who invited themselves in whilst disregarding such favors. Lein certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, the Hundi archer wearing his dress splendidly. She had not marked him the type to have such predilections, but if that was what he enjoyed, then so be it.

Gerard too, seemed to already be doing her proud. Serenity was right, as always. A bathing, a set of fine-enough clothing, and a couple pointers on posture and etiquette, and just like that, the handsome mercenary had earned himself more attention from the ladies that Dame Cecilia, and he had done so without even trying! Though, of course, those three ladies were still but children, and perhaps the flame-haired Sir Sergio had something to say about that as well.

Regardless, it was better than whatever Sir Fleuri and Sir Renar found themselves in, the latter having the absolute pleasure of catching the attention of the Crown Knight. The half-brother one. Serenity's smile remained, fixed like glass, and then, briskly, she turned away from whatever that scene was going to cause. As fascinating as the drama between the legitimate and illegitimate may be, there was no merit to be derived from watching two grown men trade snide remarks or step on each others' toes. If they were going to fight, she hoped they did so outside and put on a proper show for the guests.

One that hopefully didn't involve pocket sand.

Instead, she settled her gaze on the one space of silence in the ballroom. A space occupied by a black knight and his petite charge. A duo iconic enough now, to make them unmistakable no matter the distance. Veilena Cazt, the traitor's spawn. Eyes that glittered with the gold of prodigious intelligence. Hair that belonged on the head of a woman thrice her age. A child that either possessed an inner steel even at the age of eight, or could act the part at the behest of an experienced advisor. It was a shame, then, that such merciless decisions only made her more of a figure of suspicion amongst the upper caste.

After all, most nobles weren't fools enough to believe that a child could understand the gravity of treason, sheltered as she was from the worst of the rebellion. There were wives amongst the traitor-nobles who acted less severely than she did. To do so then, at the age she had been...t'was uncanny. Intentions, however noble, were subject still to interpretation. And association, too? A poisonous thing indeed.

That did not, however, stop Serenity's advance. Whether as a Knight or as a Scion.

"Good evening, Lady Veilena Cazt," the flaxen-haired knight spoke, favoring the younger lady with a slight smile. "Have you tired of this occasion already? Or is Her Royal Highness, Princess Elisandre Tanetha Falisse, the only one to have drawn your presence tonight?"

Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

@King Cosmos

His magic works by binding weak spirits

Unfortunately, doing that is basically grounds for instantaneous unmaking, owing to the whole Decibitus-After shenanigans. Papi can probably offer you alternatives though.

Simplest way of doing it would be to just have magical summons in the shape of animals, without actually doing the whole 'soul-binding' thing. That's basically in line with what Ed does, where his undead are just magically-animated bones, rather than living souls jammed into a new vessel or spirits bound to his will.

Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

@Dragonfly 9
Eyo, art's in the eye of the beholder and all, but in this case, it would be good if you got a higher quality piece to represent your character, just so it's visually in line with everyone else. If you don't want to do that though, toss up a textual description of your character. Two-three paragraphs should do it. Right now, a camera shot of a small black-and-white picture doesn't really help in understanding what Zack looks like.

With regards to the in-character response that Papi asked for in the Character Sheet, its function is ultimately to serve as a good sample of writing ability, rather than just dialogue. As such, it would be best if you added in prose between your dialogue, if you wanted to stick with the interviewing thing you have here, or just flatout wrote Zack at his moment of death.

We'll leave the magic stuff after you settle your character stuff.

Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

Will be rolling things out gradually, but...

@Abstract Proxy For Vera's spells, it'd be best if you just specified what Vera herself can currently accomplish with her spells, rather than the entirety of a spell's capabilities and intricacies. For Symbol, the way the magic system here works is that a written spell needs to be completed in whole; you won't be able to later on add an extra bit of script onto a pre-existing written spell to turn it into a trap. For Shield, both spoken and written spells are a one-and-done sort of thing, so you wouldn't be able to pump more magical juice into a Shield that's already completed in order to bolster it enough to block attacks that are tougher than they appeared.

Decibitus

Ya actually did it. Shit.

Of Steel and Hope: An Academy-life

CS Template when?

Of Steel and Hope: An Academy-life

Upsides and downsides like data storms melting the brains eh. I see you, motherfuckerrrrrr.

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_{@HereComesTheSnow}

"Sprints?"

A smile graced her lips as Serenity's eyes lead to Gerard's dirt-stained boots. Worn and scuffed up, even more so than before, and in truth, the rest of his attire managed to be in even worse shape, the tears in the seams along the joints making him appear quite...unseemly.

"Your steed will thank you for the early retirement. And I'm out for a meal myself. Eating in Candealn would be unpleasant, given circumstances." She mulled something over, then snapped her fingers. "Care to join me?"

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

_{@HereComesTheSnow}

Farewells spoken, Serenity finished off the rest of her work in the forge, tapering the point of her spearhead before going over each individual piece of armor one by one, fixing up dents and scratches, polishing it all until it shown, and re-linking what portions of her chainmail needed repair. It was quick work, once she didn't have any conversation to attend to, though she certainly caught the gaze of more than one apprentice as she did so.

It wasn't as if it was all that rare a sight, but she supposed she must still have been an oddity by those whose eyes wandered habitually, to be doing her work without even having gotten herself changed out of her armor fully yet.

The afternoon passed, inviting in the dappled magenta of evening, and Serenity strode through the streets of Aimlenn with all the purposeless poise that a noblewoman could possess. Some of the irritation from the previous day persisted still, enough that solace was better found in relative anonymity than in the same space that both gloryhounds and the pious shared. There would be toasts, no doubt, to the late Sir Rickert, and there would be stories too, to tell, of the mounting of the griffin. She could imagine it already, the boy Lucas jumping up on the tables, riding on Sir Fleuri's back as the Flower wiggled his plumed helmet about. Two buffoons joined as one, clowning about in a gesture of their newfound brotherhood.

Honestly, that'd be funny to see. She'd hate it, but it'd be something to talk about down the line.

Still, the call of the night drew her out further. Lamps cast warm glows, and music flowed from open doors, taverns alive with laborers eager to spend their coinage. Pristine as it was in the morning, Aimlenn was still a city, after all, one where life was peaceful and prosperous enough to enjoy freely. And Serenity herself was dressed for enjoyment. Her flaxen hair was braided for the occasion, a silver ornament tied to the very end, and she sported an indigo tunic to complement her dark green stockings, while her arming sword hung from her leather belt in an embellished scabbard. It was a good night indeed, with Mayon's grace unobstructed by clouds. A night to enjoy oneself, before she began her nightly, knightly training. Another spot of bemusement. She allowed the smile.

Now, what establishment would inspire her patronage today...

"Ah, Gerard."

Average though he may have been, there certainly was no day labourer who looked nearly as disheveled as he, nor one that possessed such a conventionally handsome face, and she approached, sniffing the air once.

"You stink," Serenity spoke flatly. "Been out training til now?"

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

_{@Asuras@Psyker Landshark@Pyromania99@Click This@VitaVitaAR@Rune_Alchemist}

That was a neat trick, wasn't it?

Shadows retreated in the presence of purifying light, and this time, Ilena fled with it, dissolving into an amorphous blob of darkness as she slid between the legs and limbs of those that still fought, narrowly dodging through the gaps of the giant's furious strikes. So long as the paladin continued to expel its light so greedily, the shadow-witch had no reason to approach. Her eyes caught a glimpse of the Gorebats, so plump with blood that it was a shame to waste it on mere servants when the lords starved, but she stifled her hunger and instead turned her thoughts within.

Within the black abyss that she had kept her two Exsanguinating Skeeters, Ilena began her profane surgery, stripping away carapaces, refolding wings, weaving together flesh and nerves, and instilling it all with shadow and bone. Flesh was but a weapon. And no matter how bright a light was, without heat it could not sear away a monster.

From the puddle of darkness extended a slim hand, pointing towards the paladin's back as Dragan closed in from the front.

"Dragonfly."

And with the buzzing of six wings designed only to propel one forwards, a spear made of insect flesh bloomed outwards from that extended arm, ready to smash through ancient armor with nothing more than physical force.