Psyker Landshark

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Rela Arel

What an abominable situation she'd found herself in. Ripped from her research to put up with people she didn't much care for or about, and having to go to forsaken Hammerfell on top of it. But this was the price Rela paid in exchange for being able to take advantage of the renewed Empire's magical facilities and resources. She'd just been hoping for less personally arduous ways of repaying the debt. Like setting Argonians or Altmer or Argonians or Nords or Argonians or Khajit or Nords or Argonians or Argonians on fire. Bretons would have been on the list as well, but they didn't burn as easily. A shame.

And everything in this Azura-damned desert was so dry. Actual temperature was one thing, considering the presence of Red Mountain in her homeland, but the lack of humidity would have been ruinous on her skin had Rela not taken measures to keep herself so magically well-preserved. But she could still feel it.

As of current, she sat at the table the Empress's loyal Blades were all gathered around, lounging back as she continued to scribe a spell scroll for later use. One of the...meat shields was the polite term, began to speak, and seemed to think she could command. So long as the bint didn't prove herself incompetent, Rela wasn't about to gainsay her. After all, leading these people would be far, far too much effort on her end.

"Funds ought to be easy to come by once we have acceptable targets to take from." She remarked, inscribing a few more runes into the vellum with magicka-infused ink. "As for a cohesive story, we are refugees and exiles, clearly. Considering the makeup of our group, any attempt at obfuscation or creation of a narrative will be blown apart with one glance. I evidently missed the dissolution of the Mage's Guild some centuries ago, may they all rot in Oblivion, but I suppose I can say I'm here to satisfy...oh, some personal grudge. Yes, something petty and vengeful ought to do. It is what an educated guess would expect, and it carries the bonus of being something I would undertake given sufficient reason to."

SPIRITUM

Kalina Kovalic

Morden wasn't wrong. This was unusual. Still, these were supposed to be some of the top spooks in Rassvet. Of course they'd be off-putting and off-kilter. It was part of why Kalina wanted this entire handoff done as soon as possible, really. The less they had to deal with these people, the better.

And then it turned out they wouldn't have to deal with them for very long. No WARDEN that was conscious could ignore suddenly being cut off from Mist. Anti-WARDEN tactics. They were under attack by mundanes, then. The spooks and their gunmen. Okay. Kalina could ask why later. First things first, shoot them. Don't get shot. Either Veld's people had been subverted by the Vangies, or this was stupid squirrel shit that necessitated they try to take out their own nation's special forces for whatever psychotic spy reason.

No Mist. The pocket was out, obviously. It was a good thing she kept her service pistol on her actual person. And a spare knife. They both came out, pistol in the right, knife in the left and braced in an icepick grip up against the underbarrel of her gun. Considering they were indoors, it would've come down to this anyway. The quarters in here were a bit too close for the gunblade, especially with the doorway in mind.

"Roger." Kalina affirmed in response to Justice's 'anything goes' order, briefly noting the body going over the flashbang. One less problem. She stacked up against the wall next to the door, pistol raised as she cracked the door open slightly, sighting up a pistol-wielding spook and nailing him in the forehead before he could make a move. The sound of oncoming footsteps alerted her, and Kalina simply raised her knife to thrust once, twice into the rusher's chest before roundhouse kicking him back out the door.

"We need to move, before they get any more ideas with grenades. Morden, ready? I'll follow your go."

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Double-layered haste magics. Twin lances, one of shadow, and one of lightning, plunged into the barrier. Four golden, shining thrusts, all made in an instant. A relentless storm of bullets hammered away. Truly, the Kirins brought all they had in the name of survival.

And yet, it wasn't quite enough just yet. Their efforts chipped and fractured at the barrier, piercing through several layers of practically-solidified water with great effort. But not quickly enough.

That was where Izayoi came in.

"I am the storm." She intoned a mantra to center herself, aether welling around her while the others had been preparing their strikes.

"I am the squall!" Her knees bent, sword ready to draw. Shin-Zantetsuken wasn't suited for smashing through a static defense. Ranbu had very nearly killed her to use in the desert, but this wasn't nearly as taxing. Until the return through Osprey, it still would have been too much for her. But the last few weeks' worth of combat experience had served to harden her body to the point where it was entirely possible she might just execute this without suffering too many ill effects from the strain.

Izayoi surged forward, her feet practically slamming off the ground. As the Revenant had in the deserts of Osprey, she seemed to split apart into three afterimages, each splitting off and surrounding Leviathan's barrier to deliver a furious assault of slashes from three separate angles.

There were two ways to shatter a magical barrier: overwhelming force at one point or forcing the aether composing it to spread too thin to be viable by attacking from multiple different points. The rest of the Kirins were almost through with might alone. It fell to Izayoi to disperse the remainder of the barrier enough for them to succeed.

The Revenant had never managed to complete the remainder of the arte in their duel, but here, all three afterimages faded away after delivering their slashes, only for the original to reappear in midair, sword sheathed once more as she descended.

"I am the sword!" Izayoi's falling battojutsu strike slammed into the center point of the shield, and both Rudolf and Galahad found themselves smashing through, their spears piercing deep into Leviathan's scales as the Eidolon writhed in pain, forced to abandon her spellcasting.

Leviathan coiled and spun her body, hurling the two Edreni men off as she bucked, now furious as they managed to deliver critical blows.

"To the end, we vie for dominance! Come, children of man! Be dashed upon the shore!"

The titanic sea serpent dipped her head below the plateau, her body quickly wrapping and looping around the entire cliff face until her tail rose where her head had been previously, and the Eidolon's cavernous maw rose above the entrance of the ruins, cutting off any path of retreat. She snapped her fangs downward at the Kirins while her tail slammed, rampaging about the cliff face and ruins as bubbles of water magic formed at random above before dropping downward to crash against any Kirin unfortunate enough to be caught in their path.

Nearly exhausted from breaking her limits as she was, Izayoi nonetheless managed to step out of the path of Leviathan's tail, scoring a thin gash along it with her retaliatory cleave, gasping for breath before drawing herself up.

"Come, then!" She bellowed back at the Eidolon, reaching the throes of battle frenzy herself as she forced her tired body into a charge towards the head. "We finish this here, primal!"

Iris Ascendis

Lmao, janitor sus. Saw him vent.

@ERode

bro he was in reactor
he was doing tasks

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

Renar took Gertie's words with all the praise they weren't intended with, mockingly preening for a moment just to be an ass to the annoying witch. Then cut it off as he returned right back to business.

It was true. Most of them were utterly lost in this situation, himself included. Horrifyingly enough, Fionn might be a better authority on the fae than the kingdom's Court Mage. Still, if the only avenue was to lean on their specialist advisory, then there was little more to it than to do so.

"Right, now that the fun's over, thoughts on this, Fionn? You, Fiadh, and the Lord Arken are arguably our only sources of information going forward."

Out of the corner of his eye, he both saw and heard the ongoing byplay between Gertrude and the captain. Oh for the love of...

Renar caught Fanilly's eye behind Gertrude's back, silently shaking his head and pantomiming "no" a few times to make sure the message sunk in before turning back to Fionn expectantly, as if he hadn't just done that.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

Leviathan's mouth interspersed itself between Izayoi's sword strike and the Eidolon's neck, sword clashing against fang for a moment before Izayoi pushed off and retreated, skidding across the ground as she landed. The Lady of the Whorl moved to capitalize, starting to charge up another water jet in her mouth before Miina's bolt of Thunder flew straight into her gaping maw, doing more damage than expected as it shocked the Eidolon from the inside out.

To her credit, Leviathan recovered quickly enough to jerk back and evade Rudolf's darkened cross slash before rolling her head and moving to slam it towards him. Unfortunately for the sea serpent, that left her vulnerable to Galahad's descent, only noticing the dragoon bare moments before he struck. The Eidolon shifted aside enough that Galahad's lightning halberd slid down the side of her snout, inflicting a grievous scar but ultimately resulting in little more than cosmetic damage. She twitched slightly as most of Ciradyl's arrows didn't penetrate deeply enough, but two or three pierced her scales for her to roar in pain and fury.

Waves crashed around the Eidolon as she started to channel a spell in truth, rather than just relying on her natural ability to harness ambient aether, but the bolt of light coming from Robin's blade blinded her for but a moment, disrupting her concentration enough for a sped-up Izayoi to close in, aiming to capitalize.

Any follow-up was to no avail as the water around Leviathan burst outward, knocking everyone back and waterlogging them. When their vision cleared, Leviathan could be seen channeling another spell once more, surrounded by a watery barrier.

"Enough of this! If you would threaten me in mine own domain, then drown in these raging torrents!"

A swing of Izayoi's sword sent a wind shockwave at the water barrier, but the projectile dissipated and was drowned out by the tides surrounding the titanic serpent. The samurai's eyes widened, moving to sheathe her sword.

"We must stop the spell! Bring all you have to bear against the barrier!" Gods be damned, if only Eve was still with them! Megaflare would have been perfect here!

Moments left until Tidal Wave...

Iris Ascendis

Yeah this is looking like a skip for me too ngl. All pressure to Est, gooo

Falling Skies

CMDR SAGAN "VULTURE" KODOS

<< God damn it, Rabbit! >> Sagan snarled as the Sparrowhawk nearly entered his field of fire, quickly yanking back on the right stick to have the Watchdog yank its HPK up. << If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times: check your firing lines! I don't need your daddy on my ass because you walked into my bullets! >> He sighed, exhaling slowly as he sighted the retreating Fenrirs and the Roanoke's captain came through on the horn.

<< Sarret. Vulture. Good copy, moving to mop up. >> A brief glance down to the corner of his cockpit's HUD. Most of them were fine, except...oof. << Minimal damage across most of the squad so far, don't anticipate much more than reloads needed for anyone but Hex. Forwarding the readout, get the techs to get the repairs ready. We'll wrap up here before anyone on the bridge can get back from a piss break, over. >>

With that said, Sagan sent a green acknowledgement light to Sabine's question, boosting the Watchdog forward to join her as he queued up squad comms.

<< 7th, finish up here and RTB when you can get a break from the engagement, we're moving to Phase 2 soon. Now don't get cocky. Get stupid trying to pad your kill score, and you're repainting any scratches yourself, y'all hear? >>

With that said, he sighted up the Coalition ships still in firing range, getting tone before opening up with his entire battery of Espada missiles remaining. He'd been saving most of them for juicy targets like these, they were headed straight back to resupply anyway. Might as well make good use of all those taxpayer dollars, right?

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

"Noted. Taking it into consideration. Like to make a note that I'm perfectly capable of listening to what you have to say without shouting." Was all Salvator said in response to King and Alice's concerns. The...whatever-the-fuck-King-was...was exhausting to deal with already. He would have been easier to reprimand without making valid points.

"You heard them. Do what you can, but don't take any big risks." He confirmed to Ilshar right before the latter started his probes.

Alice's whisper had Salvator raising his shotgun, returning her whisper over comms in a low tone of his own.

"Acknowledged. Squad, ready weapons. Don't open fire unless we're made and our new friend's confirmed hostile. Ilshar, Echo, status?"

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Telvanni Sorceress

Name: Rela Arel
Gender: Female
Race: Dunmer
Appearance:
Stands at 5'9" with a lithe, athletic build that suggests capacity for a good amount of physical exertion. Certainly more physically fit than several other mages. Her face and body bear deep scarring that look to be the result of claw slashes and weapons.

Typically favors extravagant, loud, and downright gaudy fashions. The contrast between her scarred face and richly adorned clothing produces a jarring effect that tends to catch the casual observer off guard.

Personality:
Living through the twin humiliations of both the Red Year and the Argonian invasion have done evidently little to curb this Telvanni's standoffish, haughty attitude. While not as bad as her House is stereotypically made out to be (translated: she's tolerable enough to be around others), Rela is still nonetheless something of a cold bitch focused on results and achievement above all. Following after that is her research. And coming in last place is what anyone thinks of her priorities.

Rela respects no law but those that can be directly enforced against her. This means begrudging adherence to the Empress's decrees, and nothing else. Necromancy? You'll be next in the collection if you keep asking. Levitation? Why was that law even still in effect?! Breaking and entering? Now you were just taking the piss.

Unbeknowst to most who know her, however, is her longing for better times. In her youth, the Empire had control of Morrowind, and life was better. No Red Year, no ash, no unruly lizards that didn't know their place. It's this sentimentality and desire for order that keep her in the life of a Blade, no matter how much she verbally complains and protests.

Brief Backstory:
Born to a minor branch family attached to House Telvanni at the very end of the Imperial Simulacrum, Rela grew up on the mainland of Morrowind in the waning years of the Third Era and Uriel Septim VII's reign. Her early years were typical for a Telvanni youth: she learned the ways of magic, advanced in her studies, and excelled, becoming Spellwright by the time the Nerevarine prophecy was fulfilled.

To say that the next few years shaped the course of her life would be a horrendous understatement. Rela fought in the Oblivion Crisis, lived through the Red Year, and was only just managing to get her life back together when the Argonian invasion happened. Rela fought. House Telvanni fought. The Argonians fought. Many died. She didn't. The vast majority of House Telvanni's forces in Mournhold fell, along with the city itself. Somehow, Rela managed to crawl through the ash and smoke after the battle long enough to be found.

In the aftermath, Rela was given a promotion to Wizard rank due to the complete absence of any other surviving Telvanni mages, and a laboratory when Mournhold began rebuilding. Many in the House expected her star to keep rising from there. She, on the other hand, had different ideas. Instead of chasing after becoming a Master, Rela delved deep into her magical studies, becoming a recluse. While this disappointed those who promoted her in the first place, it wasn't unheard of at all within the House.

For decades after, Rela's focus was on one thing: extending her lifespan as several notable Telvanni Masters had. Her brush with death three times in the span of barely a few years had galvanized her into accelerating the timetable on this research. She didn't make pacts with Daedra, despite being very well-versed in their summoning. Instead, her path towards a very extended lifespan was through necromancy. Illegal? Who gave a damn? It wasn't as if any Imperial authorities were in a place to care. And it wasn't as if House Telvanni was going to kick up a fuss about forbidden methods.

Eventually, she succeeded. Rela's necromantic magics had successfully reverted her into the prime of her youth, and would keep it that way barring a violent end. By the time she came up for air, it was to her surprise that nearly two centuries had passed. And Morrowind was still an ash-blighted hellhole. She took the time to touch base with the current Council of Masters, confirming that she was still alive and that she was active once more. After finishing with reporting in to the last of the Masters on Solstheim, Rela returned to Raven Rock, where she intended to spend the night before returning to Morrowind. What she didn't expect was a scintillating conversation with a visiting Breton woman, where they'd spent the entire night discussing the intricacies of magic, mace work, and mace work augmented by magic.

Three years later, that night would barely register in Rela's mind until an Imperial procession appeared outside her laboratory in Mournhold, with the very same woman telling her she was...recruited? And that was when the comedy that was Rela's life entered a new chapter.

Equipment:

• Enchanted Robes: Fine robes, gloves, and boots colored in garish crimson and gold, enchanted for defense.
• Accessories: Amulet, rings, and circlet enchanted to enhance magicka capacity and spellcasting potency.
• Steel Dagger: Plain knife intended for utility work and last ditch self-defense.

Skills:
Major:

• Conjuration
• Alteration
• Destruction

Minor:

• Alchemy
• Enchanting
• One-Handed

Other:
Voice claim: Erin Yvette