ProfessorLambo

The Queen's Hand (Victorian-Era Superheroes)

interested :D

A bit new to this kind of thing, interested in the genre.

You might want to do some research on the different form of combat roleplaying. Just from my own experience the most common form of combat roleplaying is t-1 roleplay. As for how to get better at it, the only way to get better at it is for you to go out and fight people. Of course, you'll make mistakes and get you'll inevitably get your butt beat but its part of the journey. Good lucko

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Persistent World Arena Thing

I have two concepts in mind. Either a one-armed swordsman who's only supernatural ability is to match the physical and mental conditions of nearby hostiles or an Artificer who has a magical satchel (like a bag of holding if you play DnD) from which he pulls various kind of magical inventions and alchemical formulas

Persistent World Arena Thing

Interesting concept. I wouldn't mind participating in this shared world especially now that I want to try picking up T-1 roleplaying again

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With Aldrich fell directly behind him he went full sentinel mode, masterfully parrying the blows from the remaining goblins. Despite the Giant shield to redirected the blows or at least try to. It did results in several cuts due to stray swings. To be honest he's just doing this for practice. The technique was still there. He wordlessly assured himself as one of his parry grab which essentially is just violently parrying the swung weapon before trapping the forearm of the opponent between his own forearm and shield.

However despite his technique his physical conditions were not up to par, barely dodging the blade of one of the goblins

Soon they all retreat, causing him to drop the shield and collapse beside Aldrich breathing heavily

Sigmar began laughing out loud as Kayden approached the group. "Oh my saving the damsel already" he joked seeing Wren behind the Kayden no longer caring about his previous distaste for the human

Turning his head to Miri he regarded her with a toothy grin,showing his tusks

"sorry Priest lady I feel like crashing now"

He lie on the forest floor as he close his eyes and try to listen what the team would discuss as try to rest

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Sigmar cursed under his breath as he parried away a thrown spear. Two dozens goblins rushed out of their cover and toward the party. Now grinning to himself he rolled off his horse and immediately recoiled back as he deflect a sword swing. He jumped back once, evading a club swing regained his stance as he asses his current situation. Surrounded by 4 goblins.

He held his body low, feet apart, right feet slid forward 90° forward and his left feet would be 45° to the left . His torso crunch up very much like a boxer and in his right arm held his shield landscape style like a gauntlet . His hands would be very boxer-like. His Left fist held very close to his face, on the knuckle barely touching his cheek while right fist were slightly away, waist level.

This was his offensive stance he normally to engage in combat with his shield alone

He grinned, this was chance for him to see how rusty he had become.

All four of the goblin charged towards him. Sigmar took off to combat immediately. He raised his right feet and leg up till his knee touch his chest, bending his other knee too before all of them spring up, causing Sigmar to lunge forward with a straight kick. This kick would lunch one of the goblin away.

He swung his shield to his right side, parring goblin C however he was forced on his left knee as a small blade cut into his calf

"bloody hell!"

Currently there's three Goblin, two on his left while the one he just parried stood on his to right. He quickly ducked under a club swing from Goblin B and took his left fist, back handing one of the goblin's knee causing it to bend inward sickly before grabbing it's head and slammed it's head down on the ground, using his orcish strength to crush its skull.

Once again he parried another sword swung before bending his left knee further, causing his left arm to slack down, evading a sword stab before he regain the original position of his left knee, firmly placing his shoulder under the green fiend's armpit

With a cocky grin he grabbed the sword wrist and using it's and his shoulder a pivot he dislocated the goblin D shoulder blade. It screech as it went down and bit down on Sigmar's shoulder

Gritting his teeth he pushed himself off his right feet and allow himself to fall on his back to the left, slamming the goblin into the ground, knocking the wind out of Goblin D.

Quickly he rolled off the goblin and scrambled on his feet just in time to block a one-two combo from Goblin C and Goblin A he had kicked earlier. However the force had caused him to stumble back and into a tree

He chuckled to himself musing to himself "Talk about rusty" before he realized
"Oh wait i have a team"

Scanning his vision he spotted only Aldrich and Miri. Where the other two? He'll figure out somehow later

Now he was cornered by two goblins with his back against the tree. One of the goblin, Goblin A took a step foward, swinging his sword in an overhand motion. Sigmar took this opportunity. He too step forward and swung his shield diagonally to deflect the sword and send goblin A flying into Goblin D . He then zipped past the two and run straight towards Aldrich who was charging towards a group of goblin nearing Miri with a orchish growl he barreled into the group , sending 3 of the small goblins flying

He shift his grip on his shield portrait style, the normal way of holding a shield and began his defense, providing dynamic defense for Miri and Aldrich

"Um sorry was a bit busy"

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When asked what he wanted to do with his freedom his whole demeanor changed as if he never considered. After the death of Lady Celina it really felt like the end of his life spiritually. He was adopted and raised by The Tyrules for only one purpose, to be Lady Celina's eternal protector. He remained solemnly quiet for at least 10 minutes before answering with a soft "My late master had wanted to run an orphanage perhaps I'll do that"

Upon being motioned by Kayden he sighed, still not comfortable being around the mercenaries type. Nonetheless the former knight still complied

"Goblins? Sure it ain't other kind of fellows like Kobold or…"

He paused wondering about other pack/tribal like monster before conceding

"Fine yeah it's probably goblins"

Sigmar stared at the group as the priestess set up the shield.

Pulling out his giant shield and responds sarcastically, his cheery demeanor back

"Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to propose a plan. We don't want to fight the goblins. The goblins no horses but we have so I suggest we just book it and run"

His speech in broken common for comedic effect. He shrugged before continuing

"But I'm still down for a fight"

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Sigmar nodded and continue to eat neatly despite his huge orcish frame, after everyone finish eating and were dismissed back to their quarter he approached the man named Oldrik and requested in his most posh tone “Mister, may I request for a tower shield?” and quickly retreated back into his quarter. The half-orc didn’t respond nor talk to any of his peers as he took the most comfortable sleep he had in years

Waking early in the morning, during the twilight period and slipped out of his bed, sighing as he stare at the wooden floor of his quarter before dropping on the floor to begin doing push ups

An hour later as the first of his comrade would wake they would see the half-orc slowly pushing himself up, his whole body convulsing as he softly whimpered “ two thousand and forty twooo” before collapsing on the floor, breathing heavily and muttering a simple “ good morning”

After resting for half an hour he quickly washed his face and dunked the remaining water over his body and quickly exit the quarter and seek out assistance, while the said Mr Oldrik was preparing the horses he had prepared a basic leather armour, a short sword and a tower shield and oh the shield was something to be admired. It spans the whole width of his body and 3/4 of his height and weight roughly 20 kilogram, a heavy piece of artwork. Apparently no human could wield it efficiently in the household so it was given to him, it had four different strap and two handles which allowed it to be wielded vertically and horizontally. When asked for what weapon he wanted he merely asked for a short sword and strapped it against the back of his waist walked off to meet for the start of the mission.

Approaching the group he quickly scanned the horses available, wondering if any of them could actually carry him but taking from what little he knew of Lady Dulcena she probably had him covered. He would scratch his scalp and reply “If you could tell me where we are I can roughly gauge the direction mister” the huge shield strapped to his back

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i think Sigmar would be rather go to retrieve the boy in a effort to make sure they obtain the boy peacefully