Psyker Landshark

Iris Ascendis

Iraleth Kyrios

The full weight of having her Essence devoured came crashing down on Iraleth the moment she fell, raw adrenaline no longer fueling her. Even as a healer tended to her, she writhed in pain until her condition stabilized, having more than enough time to go over the duel through her haze of pain and exhaustion.

She'd made a mistake. Iraleth shouldn't have given Ciara the chance to be a monster. Every single parlor trick she had, until the very end, had been repelled without the Inheritor. With it, the duel would have been over in seconds. And now her Essence paid for her actions.

It wasn't as if it was the end of the world. Even in her state, Iraleth could tell that whatever Ciara had siphoned, it hadn't been much. Barely enough to dull her edge. In a close a fight as would require that last bit of raw power, she'd have to compensate with skill. Still, it was a reminder of the price of arrogance. One she'd not forget.

Her Adapa lingered in the corner of her vision, and Iraleth could see a message laid out for her.

Davil is in Iris Record, and his life is in grave danger. I have no idea where his location is, but I can confirm that he's inside the building. The Shade lurks.

From Chunji. Astra above, this was no time to rest, wasn't it? First, the obvious cry for help. They'd gone through too much on this day alone for Iraleth to just let Davil up and die like this, especially after ensuring he wasn't killed once already. And second...

"Sword." Iraleth rasped, fumbling about from where she was on the ground until her hand clasped the hilt of her trusty blade. She made an attempt to push herself to her feet, heedless of any resistance on the healer's part. If the staff weren't going to finish this, she was.

Save Davil. Kill Ciara. Save Davil. Kill Ciara.

The Envenomed: Military Science Fiction Deniable Operations

Salvator Rasch

He let his eyes roll into the back of his head behind his mask. Like talking to a brick fucking wall. Except with utterly insane rambling in response.

"Didn't 'spank' you back then because I was backing you. Not throwing you to the wolves while we're out in the field, so a bit of courtesy would be appreciated in return-" Salvator cut his head sharply in the speaking microform's direction, already feeling the beginnings of a headache.

"Echo, not helping. Stow it. He grunted irritably before washing his hands of the conversation. "Either way, I've said my piece. Think on it, or don't." Salvator gave Alice a brief nod before starting to stalk off.

"Going to go open comms with the other squad, get a handle on them. All of you regroup when you're ready, hit the armory if you need to."

As he walked away, the veteran voidwalker opened his personal AR display on his HUD, shooting Echo a quick private message.

if we have comms open mute Kleo if you have to, DO NOT announce that you're going to or let anyone else know

Rasch

@DeadDrop @vietmyke

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

In the end, his training had amounted to dodging a single spurt of dragon's fire before trying to tear into Thrinax's wing as best he could. But they won, and he'd made a decent accounting of himself. Perhaps those two brothers weren't idiots, after all. Or at least Parvan. The jury was still out on Edwin. Renar grumbled briefly as Thrinax caught him out of his lethal fall. What was the point? From this height, it would have been but a moment of pain, followed by his return.

...Perhaps he was spending too much time in Merilla's realm, if the thought of imminent death was only met with annoyance and inconvenience now.

Unlike Gerard and Fleuri, Renar didn't quite have much of a problem with the concept of being bound under a geas. After all, he understood the value of secrecy. He lauded it, even. A geas only made sense. There was very little point in advertising what the Knight Witch could do. Plus, Renar himself wasn't exactly inclined to claim that it was Parvan the Shooting Star and Edwin the Traitor behind his sudden improvement.

From what Fionn had mentioned in his mad mountain man ramblings over the past two years, a voluntary geas meant only that the party in question was simply magically compelled to not speak of the subject. If this was the sort with a punishment clause, he'd be taking far more of an issue with the entire matter.

"I see no reason to decline." Renar folded his arms, sounding almost approving of the entire proceeding. "I've no reason to speak of the Founder Knights to begin with, and so long as this is a voluntary geas, the clauses aren't quite so arduous. Quite right of you to hedge your bets, though. I daresay I'd do the same in your place, should I know your reasons for secrecy."

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

Grandmaster Safina

At the very least, Duke Rhinefield was an eccentric bastard. With damned near anyone else in this nation's aristocracy, they would have at least found this damn vault by now. Safina glowered to herself as she pored over the various notes and maps the Concord had recorded ever since this job began.

"Everything alright, boss?" A short, squat orc leaned against the entrance to the meeting room, pipe in hand.

"Just wondering why I put up with this nonsense, Ognar." Safina grumbled, taking a swig of tea from the now-cold cup on the table. "It's like that smug bastard doesn't even use this estate of his."

"He's got no children, compared to his brothers, doesn't he? Makes sense. What's a bachelor going to do with all this space? Anyways, we escalating?"

"Honestly, I think we have to. Lynette's trying her damndest, but there's not much more she can do without blowing her cover. Rhinecliff won't be gone forever, and we still don't know how the little brats failed." She looked up at her old subordinate and compatriot, eyes glinting with resolve.

"Get the others. We're nabbing the head butler tonight. I'll question him before making him forget the whole damn thing with my Seed. I'll have the Odonfield cell spread out, gather information on Rhinefield's brothers. It's not impossible that they know something, and I'd rather hedge our bets."

"Aye, boss." Ognar gave a lazy, two-fingered salute before moving out to find his fellows. "Ain't ever a dull moment, working for Her, huh?"

"Funny. I thought we were hoping for a lifetime of dull moments by now."

@ERode

ArrowFell: The Wizard Queen's Court

can you translate that into yugioh

can I make apollousa off of her

Iris Ascendis

Sorry about that, Psykers. ^^;

@Estylwen

you can make it up to me by killing Rodey for still not getting around to our shit in Arrowfell

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

”High, without a doubt.” Izayoi responded to Esben, taking note of his work and nodding in approval. Once more, the doubt that someone who openly admitted he was a spy was actually part of SEED diminished. It seemed he really was just excessively eccentric. ”Not the very highest floor of the manor, but likely the floor directly beneath it.”

Entering via side gate allowed Team Kirin better access to the castle’s walls. Night began to fall, covering their climb as they began the ascent.

By jump, wing, and rope, the party scaled the exterior of Mizutani Tane’s manse. About halfway up, they reached a terrace upon which they regrouped, clambering up and taking a moment to catch their breath before continuing forward into the building itself.

Opening the sliding door from terrace to manor interior was where their good fortune ran out, however. By complete, contrived coincidence, the first to open the door was met face-first with two surprised thugs clutching a pack of Valheimr cigarettes, evidently skiving off duty to smoke. Even as Izayoi drew her wakizashi to slam it into one guard’s throat, the other let loose a panicked scream, drawing alarm bells not five seconds later even as Izayoi finished him off.

”Damnation!” She hissed, replacing the short blade in her hand with the long one and starting to stalk forward. ”The element of surprise is lost. Come! We find the stairs and advance!”

On their charge forward, the Kirins would be met with scattered resistance, easily dispatched in twos and threes, largely armed with katanas and knives, though a few carried Valheimr firearms. Evidently, it seemed security coverage was lessened on this high of a floor.

“Where in the hells did these people come from?!” One thug screamed in panic as he slammed the bolt back on his rifle.

“Most of our lads are below! We need to hold out until they can make it up!”

Upon reaching a staircase leading both up and down, the Kirins would be met by a firing line of a dozen men and women kneeling with rifles, forcing the party into cover and evasion. Izayoi scowled as she deflected a stray round with her blade, unable to handle so many riflemen head on at once in her diminished state.

Not two floors up, Mizutani Tane raised an eyebrow as her tea time was interrupted by the sound of gunfire and screaming.

Iris Ascendis

So how crippled do I have to make Iraleth now

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Renar Hagen

The dragon spun with Renar clutching onto a scale for dear life. And by some miracle, he held on. As soon as Thrinax stopped, Renar took a moment to center himself and clear the dizziness from his head before resuming his climb. He was nearly atop the beast's back when it spoke.

And oh, was its speech inane. Display valor?! He was climbing a godsdamned dragon! Renar grit his teeth and resisted the ever-so-tempting urge to scream back at Thrinax, instead focusing on keeping his grip on the dragon as he reached its back and it shifted around, swinging its foreleg and tail.

When he came out of his brace, Renar stood and dashed as quickly as he could atop Thrinax's back. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the dragon would do something to dislodge him, and soon. Which was why as soon as he made it halfway across the beast, he suddenly shifted leftward and leapt. Renar's jump carried him across to the dragon's wing, where he barely managed to catch onto it. One hand came down to unsheathe his sword, and he started slamming it down tip first, aiming to pierce the wing membrane to deal injury.

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

Ranbu no Izayoi

"Oh, gods be damned." Izayoi buried her face in one palm as she beheld Ciradyl walking into Mizutani's manse. She'd been suspicions ever since Ciradyl actually turned down a chance to ensure the crime lord was purged once and for all, but Izayoi had trusted Ciradyl enough to believe it was for a good reason. A mistake, evidently.

"Ciradyl despises Mizutani as much as I. The woman once tried to have her abducted in broad daylight. Believe me when I say that whatever she is doing, it is likely towards the same goal. As to why she insists on going alone and not coordinating this, well. I would be as curious as all of you are on this point." Izayoi glowered, not looking very pleased at all. Ciradyl was going to get a piece of her mind when all was said and done.

Imir help her, whatever Ciradyl was up to had better be worth Izayoi attempting to cover and explain for her on this end.

"Regardless, it seems our timetable has been accelerated, should we desire to have Miina question our target before we slay her."