TentacleLord

Knight in Shining Armor (KiSA) [Private]

Jon

Jonathan "Jon" Maxwell

Noble, 17 years of age, and Male.

A slightly arrogant young man, spoiled from an early age.

Knight: Cynthia/Cyrus Mitchell

Annie

Annie Squire

Noble, 17, Female.

A quiet young woman with a quick tongue and a mean wit.

Knight: Undecided as of yet.

Grant

Grant Smith

Knight, age 19, and male.

Crass, and not one for decorum. He reins in his tongue when talking to the 'nobles', but doesn't really care otherwise. Absolutely par in academics, with his physical skill keeping his scholarship afloat. Rank 14.

Noble: Whichever

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

I was at Saboten Con, it's a fairly popular anime convention in Arizona.

I'm working on a post, but due to classes, I may not post it til tomorrow afternoon.

(K)night Sky

[K]night Sky, a One on One RP based on the theme of a "Knight in Shining Armor". A modern day take.

TentacleLord

Jonathan Maxwell

Noble, 17 years of age, and Male.

A slightly arrogant young man, spoiled from an early age.

Knight: Cynthia/Cyrus Mitchell



Annie Squire

Noble, 17, Female.

A quiet young woman with a quick tongue and a mean wit, she has relatively no ambition.

Knight:



Grant Smith

Knight, age 19, and male.

Crass, and not one for decorum. He reins in his tongue when talking to the 'nobles', but doesn't really care otherwise. Absolutely par in academics, with his physical skill keeping his scholarship afloat. Rank 14

Noble:

Bit O

So... There's a school full of the High Class as well as some of the middle class. Most of the upper class have bodyguards, or 'Knights' as they like to call them. The 'Masters' or 'Nobles' wear a white uniform, the 'Knights' a black uniform, and the middle class students wear a sort of gray uniform. With in the school there is a system. The Nobles are in different classes from the middle class and each of them have a 'Knight' paired with them, some from the middle class groups. So, let's say Classes A-D are Nobles and any letters lower than that are for the Middle and Lower Class, god bless their souls. In this system, there is a Knighthood system where the young nobles pit their knights against one another as a form of entertainment. The victory being the one that gets to go home with the least amount of bruises and/or cuts. There is also a ranking system where Nobles are ranked based on how well their Knight has been fighting.

The Rules of Dueling

Each Knight has a scholarship that allows them to stay at the academy and in order to keep their scholarship, they must prove that they are capable in protecting their noble and what better way than to be subject to random fights. Most of the time it is started by Nobles who either want to have fun in a boring life or have been told by their parents that they must. Then, the Knight picks another Knight to fight. Each Knight has a pin on their uniform that signifies their rank. When a challenge is issued, the initiator hands over their pin to the Knight being challenged, who has to fight for his rank (Knights can ONLY be male.) Later in the day, once the fighting ring/area has been prepped, the fight take place. Nurses are on scene to treat any wounds that may occur. Every Knight has a weapon that they prefer to use and once it has been okay'd by the school, they use it in the fights. Examples include swords, daggers, and other assorted weapons, all of them wooden or otherwise non-lethal. When a single Knight arises victorious, decided by a judge, he gains rank based on the rank of the Knight he defeated and the defeated Knight has his rank taken a away and a lower one is assigned to him based on his display of skill, or lack there of. If the Knight gets too low in the ranking, they are expelled and the Noble must find a new Knight. The way a Knight wins is by defeating his opponent in such a way that they no longer have the will to fight or have been beaten so badly that the judges deem it necessary the fight ends.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

I'll be back from a con in a day or so. I'll post then.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Faris

"Doesn't matter to me, I've finished two of these bastards and not finished two sentences. I guess that shows that I'm not suited for diplomacy or whatever my father calls it."

Faris gave a final shudder, attempting to clear the last of the magic from her system as she responded to Barst, her words sadistic and callous.

"We should hurry, it sounds like they're finishing up and I don't wanna not be able to give back some more pain to those bandit bastards." The mercenary grimaced, savagely showing her teeth. "I gotta cut them for that embarrassment of a fight in the alleyway."

She followed the pegasus archer as her expression faded to one of dour resentment, barely batting an eyelid at the sound of heavy feet approaching from the next alley over, running desperately away from the sound of screaming that had rent the night air. She gave another smirk as she readied her blade, winding up and positioning herself at the mouth of the next alley.

"Look like they don't need our help after all, huh?"

With a grunt of exertion, she delivered a two handed horizontal strike at eye-level, impacting the terrified bandit's skull as he ran directly into the impromptu ambush. The heavy iron blade barely shuddered as it cleaved directly through the bone, tearing the top of the unfortunate man's head off with a spray of gore that coated the already soaked blade.

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Rapidly Expiring Berserker and his Jolly Gents-Duraid

Despite the obviously powerful blows of the traitorous general, the fire that burned in the captain's eyes never died as he screamed in rage and pain through the clotted blood and saliva. Hulking fingers scraped against Alice's armor, finding a grip as they dove for her unarmored head and poked for her eyes and nose, grabbing and yanking whatever loose item of clothing or hair he could find.

Then came the spear. With a will that burned even through his now certain death, the bandit threw himself forward even further, dragging the blade through his neck with a spray of highly pressurized arterial fluid, forcing the entire shaft of the speak to miss his spinal cord as he reached for Alice's exposed neck with a death-grip that not even his now dying brain could break.

Behind him loomed the terrifyingly silent visage of the mercenary commander, who finally drove the massive steel axe into the berserker's back, recoiling in surprise as the iron-hard flesh refused to give to the mortal blow that would have cleaved a lesser man in twain.

Elsewhere, the remaining few bandits began to beat a hasty retreat, flowing toward the entrance of the village with the mind of escaping rats.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

The Berserker's already responded, just waiting on your response to his current attack as it stands.

Fate / Finem Venatus RP (Fate / End Game)

[Todd Marchen and Rider - Warehouse]

The man wrapped in black and red lazily looked his Servant, frowning slightly at the rather redundant question.

"As I am the one who perform the ritual as designated, and am also the only person for at least half a mile in any direction, I'm forced to assume that I am, in fact, your Master."

At this, Rider simply nodded, stepping forward as prana surged through his body.

"The ritual is complete. Now, what are your commands, Master?"

The man went silent as he began to tidy up the mess, scuffing the floor that had once held the burning magic circle in an attempt to mess up the scorched symbol. Failing, his frown deepened.

"First things first. We will be moving out shortly, as I will be creating a workshop that can double as a base for us, so I'd like you to scout in the surrounding area to prevent any... unwanted surprises."

"I understand. Will you require me to inform you of my abilities now or once I return?" Rider asked as he turned away, considering whether to scout the area in spirit form or to blend in like a native. Perhaps it was a tad selfish of him, but with the information of the modern age that the Grail provided him, he wanted to experience this era for himself, if only for a little while.

"I will expect you to inform me of your abilities when we..." The Master savored his words, thinking of his eventual destination and the comfort it would provide. "...arrive. Until then, just inform me of any changes or suspicious people you come across."

"Very well." Rider said while making his decision. "Master, I will be scouting the area while materialized. Do you have any clothes that you could lend me? From what the Grail has informed me, armor is uncommon in this day and age." Rider said wryly, gesturing to his iron armor.

The man nodded slowly, appearing to consider the question for some time before his eventual response. "I do not have a complete set, per say, but I do have something that will help." In a single, fluid movement, he pulled off his overcoat and tossed it at his Servant. "Wear that over your clothes. If you can dispel your armor, I'd suggest doing so if just to cut down on the bulk."

Rider caught the overcoat while dispelling his armor as his Master had suggested, revealing a set of elaborate blue robes beneath it. Shrugging, he put the overcoat on, concealing his robes beneath it.

"My thanks, Master. Although I do look like what the Grail calls a...'drug dealer'? No matter. I will return soon." Rider said, stepping out of the warehouse.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

There, effectively NPCed, I'll get up an actual post either later today or tonight, I've got stuff that needs doing as of right now.

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Wolf-Pack

Sammael nodded bluntly to Alika, muting himself as he drew the bow and began to fire into the crowd of bandits that had been indicated previously

Helath, on the other hand, grinned and seemed pleased at the turn of events all around, turning away from the conversing father and son as he half-jogged, half-prowled toward the gate.

As for Nialas, his fight was as one-sided as his brother's before him, barely able to keep himself from being cleaved in half by the berserker's powerful blows, let alone defend anyone else.

Elsewhere, Lasair gasped and finally fell over on his face, utterly unconscious from the blood loss

Fire Emblem: The Sword of Conquest

Definitely. I'll make it so later today.