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Current I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
2 yrs ago
At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
2 yrs ago
I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
2 yrs ago
As much as there's a lot of reasons twitter sucks, I genuinely don't want to see it die for the sake of all the artists who now rely on it. Hoping the shithead stops trying to directly administrate.
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roleplayerguild.com/posts/5… If anyone's up for fighting some kaiju, why not try out my new RP, Godzilla: YATAGARUSU?

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Sorry have to withdraw interest. Hope everyone has fun.
Hey, is there still room here? I'm mulling over who I might want to play(OC or canon Servant) but I'm definitely interested.
Okay, sorry for the longer delay then expected, after the holidays I'll update again. ^^; Again, apologies, hope people aren't too discouraged by the wait!
Hope you don't mind me kind of pushing things ahead, figured dragging out another set of posts was the unfavorable option. ^^;
Mordred


"... Tch, you're that clueless?"

Mordred cocked her head. He didn't even know what a Grail War was? How in the hell had this guy managed to summon a Servant in the first place? The connection seemed to be fine at least, it wasn't like she was getting skimped out of magical energy or something, so the summoning had to be legit. But at the same time, he clearly had no clue how he'd summoned her in the first place. Was this some kind of accident? Had someone else done the summoning and managed to attach her to him?

Jeez, this situation pissed her off. Having no idea what was going on had left her on the wrong foot.

And now this guy was going on about calling the police or whatever? If there was something going on that required summoning a Servant, even if there was no information given to the Servant to clear up the situation, how the hell were the modern police going to do anything?

An eyebrow raised, Mordred lifted Clarent from the floor and rested the blade on her shoulder, completely ignoring his request not to damage the floor.

She wasn't going to ignore the introduction, though.

"You might not have any clue what you're doing, but you can count yourself lucky," she began, thrusting her left thumb towards her chest, voice swelling with pride at her declaration, "Because you've summoned Mordred, the one true heir to the throne of Camelot!"

She paused for a moment.

"And I guess I can explain on the way there then," she shrugged, sounding considerably less enthusiastic. She wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of trying to explain this crap to this guy, but he was, somehow, her Master. And that meant that she had to make sure he knew what was going on. "So let's stop wastin' time and go!"

Indeed, as they walked, Mordred's explanation was probably a little less informative then Quinn would have liked, likely due to her general impatience with the entire situation among other things.

"You're a Master 'cause you summoned me as Saber, even if you don't know how that's just how it is," she said, "I'm supposed to be fighting for the Holy Grail, and I'd win, but there's no Grail here so I haven't gotten the first idea what the hell is going on."

At this point, Nakano was their only lead.

@Tomotaxi@1Charak2
Hey, going to be updating after Christmas, so you have a bit more time left to post but there's an update in sight.
So this was Lazhira's home, was it...

Her expectation that there was more to the girl then she had let on was being more and more fulfilled by each passing moment. But now was not the time to press too hard about that. To begin with, there was obviously a reason that she had not revealed more about herself. That much was clearly. Pressuring her to say more could lose her good will, or at least make her less likely to open up. Additionally, there was other information Nobunaga very much desired to extract from the girl while they had the opportunity.

Magic, though...

Nobunaga's expectation already had been that this was a world where such things could exist, given what they had seen already. It was not anything like the impressive but vile tricks implemented by that wandering conjuror in her lifetime. It was a place where such things could simply be, and one could not succeed in this world by continuing to disbelieve in that.

The petite girl had no intention of failure.

"Unfortunately, I never had the opportunity to learn magic previously," she began, placing one hand to her chest, still sitting on her knees, "Your offer is quite generous, and I wholeheartedly accept."

She paused for a moment. Still, opportunity to learn about magic aside...

There were other things she wished to know more about, and Lazhira seemed to be quite the knowledgeable sort.

"You seem to have a great awareness of the world about you," Nobunaga commented, head cocked slightly to one side as spoke, "Forgive me for asking, but before any lessons get underway I find myself unshakably curious after hearing it spoken of, what do you know of the Kyrinth?"

@PKMNB0Y@Crusader Lord@Click This@Rune_Alchemist
Saber - Arturia Pendragon


For a few moments, words failed the King of Knights.

Before her was her own face. Framed with silver hair, but undeniably her own.

In an instant, something struck her heart. It was difficult to understand this feeling, a mix of guilt and a dozen other sensations, questions, recollections, all of it poured into Arturia Pendragon's heart in an instant. The last time she had seem someone who shared her face...

...

The blonde knight took a deep breath.

She had chosen to never again let herself believe her own place in history was wrong. That would not change. But at the same time, the sight of something of this nature... she could not help herself.

"... I apologize, Master," Arturia responded to Charlotte's words, "But now... I cannot restrain myself."

She approached the silver-haired girl who shared her face, hesitatingly at first.

"... Forgive me, but I cannot help but notice..." she paused for a moment, averting her eyes somewhat. For all of noble bearing, the King of Knights was completely uncertain how to address this.

"... From where does your bloodline originate?"

@Rune_Alchemist@Rezod92@PKMNB0Y




Mihama Nanako


She might not have been perfect, but she was still a mage. But there was no real question of the huge phantom that had manifested using the magical energy of the shadow Servants and of the dead.

Nanako could identify it easily as an onryo. Or something similar to one, it was not a single vengeful ghost but rather a mass of them. Was that why the Caster had been so adamant about antagonizing the criminals before they died, to make sure they died resentfully and could be mixed with the hate-filled shades to create something like this?

Or was that simply the kind of person the enemy Servant was?

Regardless, Nanako was frustrated there was little she could do to support Meltryllis in this fight, but... maybe...

Without saying anything as to avoid calling the massive phantom's attention to herself, she began doing her best to funnel as much of her own magical energy to the Alter Ego as possible. Not only was it something that wasn't obvious to the enemy, but it would help at least a little if nothing else. But for the moment, all she could do was wait for a good opening to try something else and stay out of the way, so Meltryllis could fight unrestricted!

A rattling, rasping sound issued forth from the onryo's gaping jaw, as it leaned forward.

Promptly, Suzuka's blade embedded itself into its chest, and for a moment it reared back. In that very same instant, Meltryllis's axe-like kick struck its right arm and bit cleanly through the ethereal bone, sending the limb spiraling off trailing black-red fumes through the air that smelled like blood.

Seemingly unpreturbed by the loss of one arm, it raised the stump that remained, blackened tendrils of what appeared to be stringy hair emerging from the bone, cutting into the floor and wall as they lashed out towards the Servants.

In the very same moment, in leaned forward once more and vomited more of the foul, blood-smelling vapor in an endless torrent, sending it billowing through the warehouse. Needless to say, being touched by that was unlikely to be a good idea.

"Now now now now, as much as I'd like to watch my newborn child's playtime..." the Caster took a step back, "There really is business I must be attending to elsewhere, involving a little rat who's been giving these people trouble~"

With a giggle, she seemed to fade into the darkness...

@PKMNB0Y@Pyromania99@Rune_Alchemist
"Fu fu fu!"

Placing her hands proudly on her hips, Pyra grinned. Excellent, the elder had accepted her greatness! Now it was time for her next move.

"Indeed, Elma! We shall investigate this town and achieve our goals of greatness! For I am among the most great!"

But first, before they left the old man, she wanted to ask her question. There were a few reasons she had elected to explore this town, for one thing it was only natural to assume that there were varying jobs worthy of an adventurer in a given town. But there was a far more specific purpose that had brought her and her travelling companion to this place.

And it only made sense to start with the first man they had spoken to, didn't it?

"Before we depart, I have one final question to ask," began the young mage, placing one hand to her chest, "Aside from commissions, I've heard rumor of the abandoned home of an ancient sage around these parts. Naturally, a brilliant sun-heart mage like me is curious about such things! Have you heard anything about these rumors?"

@PKMNB0Y@Pyromania99@Kiki is Anxious
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