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Chronicles of eden- Mable the Orcish Knight
The order of the white lily- Mable the Winter warrior
Convergence the restoration- Ryu Bastoan
Aldarine has fallen- Mable the bard/Kalabath the Gnoll ranger
The guild of heroes and villans- Rand the Armadillo
game of thrones RP- House Frey

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Pokemon RP, Star wars Rp, Fantasy High or Low rp,

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Sounds fun if you'll have me :)
Name: Asha (Brood Knight)

Age: 16

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@kishin asura @supertinyking
Jenn/Mable

Mable watched in shock as the figures appeared attacking the men almost immediately. The men only has eyes fro the crown prince trying to move into position as there master spoke. Mable swung her blade up through the nearest man’s throat long before the man refocused on the women. The blood hot and thick ran down her bracers as Mable pushed the man’s corpse aside. The noise alerted the others and as they turned Jenn fired two arrows from behind Mable. The first arrow flew through a bandit’s eye planting itself in his skull. The second aimed at the bandit closest to the prince missed its mark. The arrow instead burying itself in the attackers arm as he moved to swing. Mable smiled holding her shield up to protect Jenn as the remaining two men turned to face them. The sorcerer appeared to be fighting desperately against Arya as the three remaining men were left trapped between the Prince and their attackers. The bandits looked fearful glancing at the woman as Mable smiled deflecting attacks off her shield her eyes vicious.

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Arya and the Warlock battled, their duel conducted at lightning speed. Aemon had trained with swords his whole life. He had seen his father fight, seen the Kingslayer duel, seen the Sword of the Morning in combat. He had never seen anyone move as fast as Arya. Her swiftness was impossible, inhuman. Her body and blade were just blurs in his vision. The warlock tried his best to dodge and parry, but he was getting the worst of it and his sickly blue blood dripped from a score of wounds. And yet he would not die. He screeched inhumanly, displaying ragged blue teeth, and stood in place as Arya buried her sword in his guts. The warlock snarled and tried to swipe his dagger into the Mistress of Whispers. Arya ducked her head to the side and gripped the warlock's hand in hers, effortlessly snapping his wrist and eliciting another shriek of agony. The Warlock pushed her back with his hand and her sword slid out of his guts. A blue ball of energy coalesced in his undamaged hand and Arya flashed forward, diving in to attack.

Aemon noticed no more and focused on his own opponent. She made no move to strike, grinning ghoulishly at the Prince as he stood in front of Julianna, Blackfyre at the ready. He had seen the warlocks move and while they weren't as fast as Arya, he knew he would be hard-pressed to match his opponent. She was waiting for him to strike first, to lunge at her. He suspected her dagger to have some devilish poison, and knew that she had the advantage in close quarters, especially with her magic. So he had to fight on his own terms. Aemon's hand drifted down to the poker in the fireplace and in a flash of movement, he flung it at the warlock while he lunged towards her. The warlock oozed to one side, dodging the poker, and tried to evade his strike. But Aemon had closed the distance too quickly and she wailed in pain as Aemon slashed her across the side with Valyrian steel, her wound boiling and sizzling as the enchanted steel cut her. She staggered and oozed back, crying out for one of her henchman to throw himself at the crown prince, while the other two thugs, much doughtier than the other comrades, charged headlong at the Frey women.

Mable let out a small cheer the men taking long enough that another two arrows flew from Jenn’s bow. The arrows buried themselves in the prince’s attacker. The arrows struck the thug’s neck an spine leaving the prince free to fight the woman. The move left the two Frey’s vulnerable as Mable whipped her shield up to block the first thug’s attack only to have the second man cut her across the shoulder. The pain was so intense Mable nearly blacked out dropping her shield. In that instant it seemed to the thug’s the women were handled before Mable’s blade sliced up the man who struck her from waist to shoulder. The man yelled blood spraying the beautiful room as the man hit the floor. Jenn took the time loading another arrow and finishing the thrashing man as Mable glowered at the remaining man. Mable was exhausted and nearly spent ducking to avoid an axe and moving towards Jenn trying to tempt the man into the tunnel. The man lunged as Mable tripped falling to the ground thrusting her blade up to hit the man in the stomach. A sound of cracking bone suddenly sounded as Jenn finished the attacker off with an arrow. Mable looked up desperate to see if Arya and Aemon had slain the two intruders.

Steffon

Steffon felt the tentacle start to choke him as his men turned the tentacle creature dragging there lord away. Steffon swung up slamming into its hip as his men slashed the tentacle off focusing on pushing the creature back. The creature released Steffon to attack his men quickly being cut down. Steffon coughed hard having been nearly strangled feeling dizzy and spent from his fighting. The sound of more troops arriving signaled an army trying to retake the city. Steffon shook his head to rally himself rising to lead his men shakily. The Frey knights battle worn and coated in the blood of the sea monstrosities welcomed the help of the troops flooding the city joining them in a charge to clear a nearby battlement. The five of them who were left alive stood helping there lord push into the battlement two more knights torn to pieces by the crab abominations. The Frey's moved to the wall trying desperately to prevent the battlement from being retaken. The most wounded Frey and Lord Steffon quickly moved up to the top of the battlement shooting the creature as they approached the battlement. The remaining knight stood guard to the entrance his sword ready to fight anyone climbing the ladder to reach Lord Frey. Steffon felt hopeless even as he urged his two remaining men to keep fighting. If help didn’t arrive to their wall soon it was likely they’d be lost in the sea of foes. The two men worked together shooting every creature they could see near there part of the wall until all the arrows were spent. Lord Steffon grinned to his last two guard. “It’s been an honor serving with you two the best we can do now is guard the entrances. If we’re lucky we’ll kill enough of them to block the entrances.” Steffon used a few corpses as he spoke to create a small barricade on either entrance hoping beyond hope that they’d survive.

@MrDidact
@PlatinumSkink no worries it was my mistake for not double checking lol
@PlatinumSkink you okay with new players?
@MrDidact mine will be up tonight
@Mesonyx I hope so :)
@papershuriken I'm game for some combat and some slice of life either or is good
@Superman sounds fun
@papershuriken Sounds like a plan man
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