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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.
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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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@Enkryption: Harpies aren't migratory, and aren't native to Akitsushima. That's my final say on this topic and those have been a consistent part of the setting since I even had the idea of harpies existing in it in the first place.

In a theoretical situation, maybe you could have one ride over on a boat, because that's a very long distance for someone human-sized and mostly human-shaped to fly.

To put it simply it wouldn't turn out like this.

I've tried to be very patient with you, so please listen to me when I address your ideas.

Most of them have simply not fit the RP concept or the setting particularly well, and this one is no different in that regard.

I've stated multiple times that I'm very open to being asked any questions any prospective player might have, so if you wanted a foreign character you could have started there by asking me about where they could come from. You didn't even know if the setting had a Japan equivalent before making a Japanese-themed character, when if you'd asked you could have found out that it does but it's also not somewhere a harpy would come from.

Please listen to me when I make a statement about the setting. It's one I've worked on for a long time and so I do know it very well, when I mention a detail it's because it's relevant. And please ask questions, something not being in the OP doesn't mean it's free real estate or it doesn't exist, just that it wasn't immediately relevant.

I'm going to finally ask for everyone aside from GMs to cease responding and allow us to handle anything related to Enkyrption's character creation.
@Conscripts: Accepted.
@VKAllen: Yes.
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@Conscripts: Mostly along the lines of what I'd expect, you can even go a bit bigger with it and have him do air burst explosions.

@Enkryption: Mmm, Akitsushima is the setting's Japan equivalent and is not connected to this continent, and it doesn't have harpies.
"Ah yes, I'm sure you know so many secrets of mine you can share," Fio commented with an idle wave of her hand, one eyebrow raised. The little unseelie's threats didn't phase her in the least. She'd already seen the full extent of the fey's capabilities and to call them lacking would be an understatement.

She could dispel such curses with her eyes closed, if they even managed to reach her.

"After all, you've clearly been observing me for some time, given how you didn't know my name and you thought I was a child," she continued, tilting the jar from side to side as she spoke, intent on keeping the fairy off-kilter, "I'm so afraid of what deep knowledge you must have of me, you're such a genius spy I never even realized. It was almost like you weren't there at all."

Even this little idiot would have to be able to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from Fio's voice.

"... In any case, if you've been hanging around here that frequently... well, I suppose you could just be causing mischief, but I might as well make sure," the Sword Witch gave the fairy in the jar a smirk.

The unseelie had earned every single moment of this punishment.

"Even if you're not, you're clearly bothering people, so I don't think I'm going to be letting you out."

@Rune_Alchemist
@Crimson Paladin: Accepted.
The muscle tissue tendrils groped and snatched at the shield, blinding scrabbling for anything they could wrap around and finding little purchase. It allowed Gerard to push his way through them, forging a path directly to Fanilly.

Her heart was pounding, her free hand grasping for the dagger on her hip only to be stopped by further tendrils of crimson flesh. It was trying to find her throat, to find anything that it could crush or constrict to kill her. She knew that. She knew. It was trying to pull her in at the same time, to drag her into its ragged, decayed, corrupted form as kill her that way instead. She could see the tendrils sliding around beneath its decayed skin. See the way its hulking body twisted.

Fanilly's heart was faltered, her body trembling, and-

Sir Gerard's blade struck true.

The muscle tendrils, as strong as they were, could not hold fast against steel, and were cut apart, allowing Fanilly to free her arms and pull away as swiftly as she could manage.

"Thank you, S-Sir Gerard!"

She tried to stifle it, but she couldn't resist the hitch in her voice, the moment of fear that had nearly taken her.

The Knight-Captain of the Iron Roses couldn't allow herself to be taken by fear.

Inwardly she couldn't help but curse herself for coming so close.

In the moments that followed, the hulking undead attempted to follow them only for the flesh of its torso to be rent open by Lein's single shot barrage, cutting through skin and muscle and exposing warped and deformed bone. The massive undead's motions were disrupted, the hood nearly falling back-

And its head was gone moments later.

The compressed air of Cecilia's arrow had struck its skull and erupted outwards, practically disintegrating the vile, decayed flesh and bone.

The muscle tendrils slackened, as the great hulk fell to the floor with a resounding thud. It lay still, oozing unspeakable fluids but unmoving.

Fanilly took a deep breath, steadying herself.

But one opponent remained before they could move deeper.

@Rune_Alchemist@PigeonOfAstora@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze




"Indeed, your conclusion is correct," Heartwood responded to Fionn's statement, "It's difficult to tell now that its form has been destroyed, but I can surmise that it was likely a curse placed on her person. Perhaps the intent was, in case of her capture, to kill her and produce a second assassin. If she were alone in a prison cell, it would have been difficult to prevent her death and the wicked spirit's movements."

The Court mage paused a moment, as if remembering himself.

"Forgive me for my tardiness, I was reinforcing the castle's defenses in case of precisely this sort of occurrence, albeit from outside rather then from within," he sighed heavily, "I understand your haste, but if the prisoner had been brought to me first I could have put a stop to this, you know."

He motioned to one of the Crown Knights, but it seemed that he'd already been producing a broom in order to sweep away the faintly-glowing pile of ash that lingered in the wake of the wicked spirit's death.

The nem had remained on the floor, now, sucking in air desperately as she did, her eyes wide. Given she had been directly possessed and attacked, it was likely whatever she had experienced was more intense then Fionn, tears still at the corners of her golden eyes as she quivered on the ground.

"..."

Quietly, Princess Elisandre nodded. She'd been curious, wondering what the commotion outside was, only to find herself in danger once more, and having placed her younger sister in danger as well.

The smaller girl had yet to speak, or even look up, still hugged tightly to her body.

At the very least, the patting seemed to be somewhat reassuring for both of them.

Heartwood, who had sampled some of the dust left behind by the wicked spirit using a small glass vial before it was swept away, looked thoughtful at Tyaethe's proposal.

"I assume you mean to take them to Candaeln? I suppose our enemy wouldn't expect such a move, and illusions sufficient to confuse are hardly out of my repertoire," he responded, "However, I have just finished strengthening our magical defenses."

Sir Adeforth, too, considered the suggestion. He seemed somewhat frustrated, likely due to the fact that much of his experience and skill had been incapable of changing the situation. No matter how capable the elder Crown Knight was, he possessed no capacity with the supernatural.

"I can see your logic, at least," he admitted with a heavy sigh, "I cannot say it sits well with me, to take the Princesses from the Castle, even to somewhere as secure as Candaeln. But I agree that our opponent certainly wouldn't expect it. Mmm..."

He stroked his moustache as he thought.

@Krayzikk@The Otter@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze
"..."

Fio wordlessly turned, still gripping the tiny unseelie in her hand. At first she was checking over the mess in the room, looking for anything that would serve suitable for her goal. A jar, a bit of twine, some cloth...

Thankfully, all these things didn't seem particularly difficult to find. As much as the Queen's room was completely unkempt, at least it that meant you could find virtually anything you needed in there. What was she even doing with the jar?

Regardless, she now had her method of punishment.

The unseelie was unceremoniously dumped into the jar. Before she could do much of anything, Fio had already placed the clothe over the opening and secured it with the twine, ensuring that the diminutive fae would have no way of breaking out from the inside. Just as an added measure, she put a small amount of magical power into the cloth, reinforcing it to ensure it couldn't be torn through from within.

"And now I've shown you to your room, unseelie," she commented, sitting on the bed and holding the jar in both hands. "Is it comfortable? Do you need some furniture? Maybe I'll consider it if I get an apology."

After a few moments, a new question rose in the Sword Witch's mind.

"... Just what are you doing here in the first place, unseelie?"

@Rune_Alchemist
@Teyao: There's not enough here, and you're way too vague on pretty much everything.

@Conscripts: Looks pretty good to me! Only thing is people from Ithillin are known as Ithillane, but obviously that's not a big deal and is an easy fix.

This isn't a requirement, but since he's an elf I'd considered letting him incorporate some magic into his archery. Maybe he can surround arrows in compressed air via a single-action spell or something similar? Again, not a requirement, just a suggestion!

Feel free to ask me stuff about Elven religion and culture, I'll either have an answer or your questions will prompt me to figure one out!
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