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I've been feeling that, myself. Game's addicting.
The arrow coming at Hildegunde would still be a regular arrow, but abnormally faster than the prior one loosed. Apart from that, it appears to be a regular arrow.
As for Kiimos Trelle, it would be known to those who keep up with either matters of mercenary guilds or modern day Umbralist politics as a silver rank mercenary company primarily keeping to the Northern Neutral Territories. To any who know of them, they’d be known primarily for originally being refugees that fled Western Loustrain - a country on the western continent of Ventric - during the Five Year Apocalypse. After surviving, they’ve since dedicated themselves to cleaning up Umbralist remnants or making them convert through force to the ways of Astra. If someone knew Loustrainian or otherwise heard it as a fun fact, they would additionally know that Kiimos Trelle means “Most Spiritual of the Trinity Trail” in Loustrainian.
As for what mercenary ranks mean, I won’t type up a big thing about that right now, but mercenary companies are divided and ranked in the conventional currency: copper, silver, gold and platinum. Companies and individual mercenaries are ranked separately by these, and a company’s rank is determined on a combination of their deeds and the amount of members of a specific rank they hold. It’s also held as tradition that when a mercenary dies, they’re buried with a pouch of their rank’s coin on their chest.
As for Kiimos Trelle, it would be known to those who keep up with either matters of mercenary guilds or modern day Umbralist politics as a silver rank mercenary company primarily keeping to the Northern Neutral Territories. To any who know of them, they’d be known primarily for originally being refugees that fled Western Loustrain - a country on the western continent of Ventric - during the Five Year Apocalypse. After surviving, they’ve since dedicated themselves to cleaning up Umbralist remnants or making them convert through force to the ways of Astra. If someone knew Loustrainian or otherwise heard it as a fun fact, they would additionally know that Kiimos Trelle means “Most Spiritual of the Trinity Trail” in Loustrainian.
As for what mercenary ranks mean, I won’t type up a big thing about that right now, but mercenary companies are divided and ranked in the conventional currency: copper, silver, gold and platinum. Companies and individual mercenaries are ranked separately by these, and a company’s rank is determined on a combination of their deeds and the amount of members of a specific rank they hold. It’s also held as tradition that when a mercenary dies, they’re buried with a pouch of their rank’s coin on their chest.
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Many things would occur at roughly the same time, as an ambush was quickly responded to with a decisive counterattack. Iraleth's swing had made short work of the spears of the three vanguard mannekin, while in similarly short order, the axe mannekin and the northwestern sniper had also had their weapons destroyed. The sword mannekin, meanwhile, immediately hopped backwards upon the assault, gaining a distance of several meters between the suddenly appearing Ciara and itself. In that same moment, the axe mannekin had instantly reacted to its broken weapon by grabbing the fragment without an axe head and swinging it towards Ciara's head like a makeshift club. "Like discussed, we defeat the shadowy one first," the axe mannekin would utter in a monotone yet grizzled, masculine voice. Upon this, the sword mannekin would nod, wooden blade pointed in Ciara's direction. "Before you is the sword and axe duo of Kiimos Trelle. Fear us or falter, Umbralist," the sword mannekin would declare in a lighter feminine tone before slashing its sword downward, causing a thin wave of pure wind pressure to hurtle towards Ciara as the axe-turned-club mannekin continued his aggressive assault on her.
The three spear mannekin, now disarmed but evading direct hits to themselves, would immediately rush towards Iraleth all at once in hand-to-hand stances. The one on Iraleth's right would go for a sprinting downward sweep at her legs, the one on her left would ascend into the air to descend on her with a flying dropkick, and the one in the middle would bob and weave towards her like a professional boxer, attempting to barrage her with swift punches. With all of the Mannekin having their bodies reinforced by their Personal Barriers, any strikes that hit would impact against Iraleth more significantly than regular unarmed strikes might be thought to. From behind, Chloe was already sprinting to attempt to assist Iraleth, but it was clear she wouldn't arrive in time to interfere with the unarmed assault at that very second. Regardless, she would shout from behind, "Just hold out, I'm on my way!"
As the northwestern bowman found itself unarmed, it simply shrugged and made a dead sprint directly towards Hildegunde through the bushes and greenery in its way. It would seem confident in its PB as it dashed straight towards her - and at the same time, the northeastern archer atop the tree had avoided having its weapon destroyed by taking the hit itself instead of allowing its bow to break. The impact almost knocked the sole remaining sniper out of its tree, but it held firm - as did its barrier. At the same instant that the unarmed archer had sprinted towards Hildegunde, the tree sniper had also loosed another arrow towards her. This one was different, though - noticeably faster than the last arrow, flying true towards her at nearly double the speed of its first shot.
Finally, Rio would unceremoniously be tossed back. In a single fluid motion, Alto had caught the boy's punch, clamped down hard on his fist until an audible crack could be heard echoing through the forest like dry tree bark, and then used his other hand to slam an open palm directly into the boy's stomach, sending him tumbling backwards into a tree. "I applaud the effort, but I don't really wanna fight kids. I thought we were getting along swimmingly, until now," Alto would remark with a smirk, reluctantly retrieving his sword from the tree next to him that it leaned against. "But if any of you want to take me on, I'll oblige. I'll stay right here until somebody else wants to make the attempt, alright?"
Rio attempted to find strength in his right hand, but none was present. He stumbled to his feet without breaking eye contact with the instructor the entire time, fire in his eyes despite now breathing raggedly. He'd then break that eye contact after seeing Alto stay true to his word, looking at Otis. "And what's the great self-neck-breaking strategist gonna do next? I sure hope it involves us winnin'," Rio would say with a hint of venom, his Personal Barrier's wind flickering to indicate a state of notable damage. "Because I wanna wipe that stupid-ass look off his face at least once, and I'll do whatever you want if you can make it happen."
Slowly, Davil rose to his feet as wind gathered around his feathered shoes, then looked at Otis with grave certainty. "You know I've got nothing left in my Ethos for the day, but I'll do what I can, chum. If need be, I can get burned by rebound if it means we've got a shot." His lip was quivering and his limbs were shaky, the oppressive atmosphere of this place devoid of essence beginning to affect his defenseless body even after the initial injuries. Even so, his expression was one of anxious determination, looking across the battlefield as the events of the next several seconds would continue to unfold; he knew his body now moved too slow to do anything to affect the current exchanges of blows, so there would be no point in trying to. His place, for now, was simply to stay here and do his best to survive.
ASCENDIA, ROOM 103 FOUNTAIN
Many things would occur at roughly the same time, as an ambush was quickly responded to with a decisive counterattack. Iraleth's swing had made short work of the spears of the three vanguard mannekin, while in similarly short order, the axe mannekin and the northwestern sniper had also had their weapons destroyed. The sword mannekin, meanwhile, immediately hopped backwards upon the assault, gaining a distance of several meters between the suddenly appearing Ciara and itself. In that same moment, the axe mannekin had instantly reacted to its broken weapon by grabbing the fragment without an axe head and swinging it towards Ciara's head like a makeshift club. "Like discussed, we defeat the shadowy one first," the axe mannekin would utter in a monotone yet grizzled, masculine voice. Upon this, the sword mannekin would nod, wooden blade pointed in Ciara's direction. "Before you is the sword and axe duo of Kiimos Trelle. Fear us or falter, Umbralist," the sword mannekin would declare in a lighter feminine tone before slashing its sword downward, causing a thin wave of pure wind pressure to hurtle towards Ciara as the axe-turned-club mannekin continued his aggressive assault on her.
The three spear mannekin, now disarmed but evading direct hits to themselves, would immediately rush towards Iraleth all at once in hand-to-hand stances. The one on Iraleth's right would go for a sprinting downward sweep at her legs, the one on her left would ascend into the air to descend on her with a flying dropkick, and the one in the middle would bob and weave towards her like a professional boxer, attempting to barrage her with swift punches. With all of the Mannekin having their bodies reinforced by their Personal Barriers, any strikes that hit would impact against Iraleth more significantly than regular unarmed strikes might be thought to. From behind, Chloe was already sprinting to attempt to assist Iraleth, but it was clear she wouldn't arrive in time to interfere with the unarmed assault at that very second. Regardless, she would shout from behind, "Just hold out, I'm on my way!"
As the northwestern bowman found itself unarmed, it simply shrugged and made a dead sprint directly towards Hildegunde through the bushes and greenery in its way. It would seem confident in its PB as it dashed straight towards her - and at the same time, the northeastern archer atop the tree had avoided having its weapon destroyed by taking the hit itself instead of allowing its bow to break. The impact almost knocked the sole remaining sniper out of its tree, but it held firm - as did its barrier. At the same instant that the unarmed archer had sprinted towards Hildegunde, the tree sniper had also loosed another arrow towards her. This one was different, though - noticeably faster than the last arrow, flying true towards her at nearly double the speed of its first shot.
Finally, Rio would unceremoniously be tossed back. In a single fluid motion, Alto had caught the boy's punch, clamped down hard on his fist until an audible crack could be heard echoing through the forest like dry tree bark, and then used his other hand to slam an open palm directly into the boy's stomach, sending him tumbling backwards into a tree. "I applaud the effort, but I don't really wanna fight kids. I thought we were getting along swimmingly, until now," Alto would remark with a smirk, reluctantly retrieving his sword from the tree next to him that it leaned against. "But if any of you want to take me on, I'll oblige. I'll stay right here until somebody else wants to make the attempt, alright?"
Rio attempted to find strength in his right hand, but none was present. He stumbled to his feet without breaking eye contact with the instructor the entire time, fire in his eyes despite now breathing raggedly. He'd then break that eye contact after seeing Alto stay true to his word, looking at Otis. "And what's the great self-neck-breaking strategist gonna do next? I sure hope it involves us winnin'," Rio would say with a hint of venom, his Personal Barrier's wind flickering to indicate a state of notable damage. "Because I wanna wipe that stupid-ass look off his face at least once, and I'll do whatever you want if you can make it happen."
Slowly, Davil rose to his feet as wind gathered around his feathered shoes, then looked at Otis with grave certainty. "You know I've got nothing left in my Ethos for the day, but I'll do what I can, chum. If need be, I can get burned by rebound if it means we've got a shot." His lip was quivering and his limbs were shaky, the oppressive atmosphere of this place devoid of essence beginning to affect his defenseless body even after the initial injuries. Even so, his expression was one of anxious determination, looking across the battlefield as the events of the next several seconds would continue to unfold; he knew his body now moved too slow to do anything to affect the current exchanges of blows, so there would be no point in trying to. His place, for now, was simply to stay here and do his best to survive.
Next round soon!
@Estylwen Oh yeah, the Ethos activations would remain normal as they aren't spells. Apart from that, it all looks good!
Added some new bits to the lore topic, expanding more on magic and essence. I don't know if I should actually keep saying I've updated it, but I'll at least say it in this case! It's still not required reading for the RP and I never plan for it to be, but I'll keep writing to add to it whenever I feel like.
Ah, I'll reupload it, thanks!
And as for uniforms, no, people wear whatever. A lack of uniform in schools would be rather commonplace in the Union, starting with Shaktis Wund's cry for individualism when he first took power, and the main exception to this would be Vaal Nero's 'Dandelily Institute for Princery and Prancery'.
And as for uniforms, no, people wear whatever. A lack of uniform in schools would be rather commonplace in the Union, starting with Shaktis Wund's cry for individualism when he first took power, and the main exception to this would be Vaal Nero's 'Dandelily Institute for Princery and Prancery'.
Oh god, that's horrifying. Don't worry about RPs if that sort of stuff is happening, only post when you're comfortable. Hope things turn out alright over there.
Nah, no trouble. I’m always good to answer questions, I’m just not sure when I’m available to do so if you really wanted to get a post in and I’m not around to confirm something.
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