@Kero: Depends on where they're from and what races. It'd be easier to answer if you had a specific race and location in mind.
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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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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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Overhearing Luna and Sucaria's conversation, Fio shot a look towards them. Why on earth would she accept a drink that looked and smelled so much like blood? If it was genuinely supposed to be helpful, at least tell her what was in it first!
... and it it really was blood, the answer would be no, anyway!
Not the most use in setting up the tents, the Sword Witch instead focused on ensuring all of her belongings were laid out and properly cared for, as well as making sure nothing belonging to anyone else that was of any importance was forgotten. A mental task she was for more suited for than the physical.
At least, that was her intention, until she noticed that Wisp was facing away from her in the jar. And carving some sort of runes... as if she didn't notice. Even if Fio had missed her actions, she'd quickly have picked up on the activation of any sort of magic the unseelie attempted.
"Excuse me."
A slender finger tapped on the jar lightly.
"If you're thinking of breaking out, do you know what would happen to you if the jar broke with you inside of it?" she began, with a frown, "I wouldn't need centipedes to punish you if you did that. The glass shards would be enough."
She let out a mock sigh.
"Besides, bad girls who try to run away don't get any honey bread..."
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
... and it it really was blood, the answer would be no, anyway!
Not the most use in setting up the tents, the Sword Witch instead focused on ensuring all of her belongings were laid out and properly cared for, as well as making sure nothing belonging to anyone else that was of any importance was forgotten. A mental task she was for more suited for than the physical.
At least, that was her intention, until she noticed that Wisp was facing away from her in the jar. And carving some sort of runes... as if she didn't notice. Even if Fio had missed her actions, she'd quickly have picked up on the activation of any sort of magic the unseelie attempted.
"Excuse me."
A slender finger tapped on the jar lightly.
"If you're thinking of breaking out, do you know what would happen to you if the jar broke with you inside of it?" she began, with a frown, "I wouldn't need centipedes to punish you if you did that. The glass shards would be enough."
She let out a mock sigh.
"Besides, bad girls who try to run away don't get any honey bread..."
@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99
@Kero: I mean, a demon seduced them, possibly while disguised as a human and possibly not depending on the circumstances. Maybe it was genuine affection, maybe it was just a fling, maybe the demon had some reason to specifically want half-human offspring. Maybe a child was intended. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe the demon didn't care either way.
Being forced isn't the only explanation at all.
Being forced isn't the only explanation at all.
@Kero: A single horn or small horns, potentially slitted or otherwise unusual pupils, and potentially a small tail. Fangs are also possible. These are all the most likely manifestations of very recent demon blood.
@Kero: yes, to both of those things.
Expecting praise and adoration for the beauty of her figure, Elizstrazia was completely taken off-guard when she was suddenly clonked over the head.
She didn't feel particularly much of anything, but she was completely stunned. How could anyone ever respond to her like that after she so generously allowed them to look upon her body? She thought these maids were at least somewhat better then... those people.
And yet the tailor maid didn't seem moved at all. In fact, she seemed annoyed!
The only reason that Elizstrazia didn't decide to get her a bit of a bite was the words of the other maid.
Still, the Scale Demon was almost growling(not that it sounded particularly intimidating on its own), clenching her sharp teeth when she was approached by the other maids.
"Is it odd?" she questioned, tilting her head, "There's humans who hunt humans, aren't there? The humans who do things you don't like, they're hunted down, right? It's not like I care about any of the demons causing trouble for you people. Killing them is just like killing anything else."
When Polina approached to measure her bust, Elizstrazia puffed her chest out proudly.
"Extravagant, right?"
@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Click This
She didn't feel particularly much of anything, but she was completely stunned. How could anyone ever respond to her like that after she so generously allowed them to look upon her body? She thought these maids were at least somewhat better then... those people.
And yet the tailor maid didn't seem moved at all. In fact, she seemed annoyed!
The only reason that Elizstrazia didn't decide to get her a bit of a bite was the words of the other maid.
Still, the Scale Demon was almost growling(not that it sounded particularly intimidating on its own), clenching her sharp teeth when she was approached by the other maids.
"Is it odd?" she questioned, tilting her head, "There's humans who hunt humans, aren't there? The humans who do things you don't like, they're hunted down, right? It's not like I care about any of the demons causing trouble for you people. Killing them is just like killing anything else."
When Polina approached to measure her bust, Elizstrazia puffed her chest out proudly.
"Extravagant, right?"
@AzureKnight@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99@Click This
Fanilly had heard of things like this. Not necessarily specifically from Akitsushima, and certainly not in this specific form. But she had heard of the idea.
The warrior who is so utterly devoted to their craft that, even if they possess no magical capabilities of their own, the laws that hold the world together become weaker. That they become an existence that surpasses such things entirely.
The Gentle Blade's sword that could strike in manners that seemed impossible, even without the use of magical enhancement. A training, a honing of one's skills, to the point of obsession. And then tempering oneself even beyond that, surpassing the material world entirely. It was as if there was a blade in such a person's soul.
She had never witnessed an example, of course. But someone who could manifest a spectral limb entirely for the sake of swordplay, then swing their weapon with such speed that objects dozens of meters away were damaged from the mere release of pressure...
Surely, that was the sort of person who fell under such a definition.
A dragonslayer with capabilities like that... Just who had the Knight-Witch sent to them?
"Er... yes, Dame Tyaethe is correct," she managed, realizing that she absolutely needed to comment on the damage being dealt to their surroundings, "It would be best if you aimed for training equipment, that's far easier to repair and replace."
So distracted by the nearly surreal demonstration was the Knight-Captain that she nearly forgot why she had come out to the training yard to begin with, until Serenity reminded her.
"Ah, r-right, er..." Fanilly paused a moment to place both hands on the hilt of her training blade, "No, I think I'll stick with this one."
@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Raineh Daze@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin
The warrior who is so utterly devoted to their craft that, even if they possess no magical capabilities of their own, the laws that hold the world together become weaker. That they become an existence that surpasses such things entirely.
The Gentle Blade's sword that could strike in manners that seemed impossible, even without the use of magical enhancement. A training, a honing of one's skills, to the point of obsession. And then tempering oneself even beyond that, surpassing the material world entirely. It was as if there was a blade in such a person's soul.
She had never witnessed an example, of course. But someone who could manifest a spectral limb entirely for the sake of swordplay, then swing their weapon with such speed that objects dozens of meters away were damaged from the mere release of pressure...
Surely, that was the sort of person who fell under such a definition.
A dragonslayer with capabilities like that... Just who had the Knight-Witch sent to them?
"Er... yes, Dame Tyaethe is correct," she managed, realizing that she absolutely needed to comment on the damage being dealt to their surroundings, "It would be best if you aimed for training equipment, that's far easier to repair and replace."
So distracted by the nearly surreal demonstration was the Knight-Captain that she nearly forgot why she had come out to the training yard to begin with, until Serenity reminded her.
"Ah, r-right, er..." Fanilly paused a moment to place both hands on the hilt of her training blade, "No, I think I'll stick with this one."
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Kordelia was still distracted, but Giselle was no longer in immediate risk of her body being destroyed. And thus, Aleksiya could target her goal.
A spike of ice formed above her right hand, vapor pouring off of her pale arm as she took aim.
"I apologize for any misunderstandings, Kordelia," she spoke as she aimed squarely at the grotesque altar, and the massive creature's exposed heart beating right before her eyes. If nothing else, this would alleviate the source of the taint. Even if it didn't free Kordelia from whatever influenced her mind, it could at least do that much.
It was, to put it simply, sad to see her fellow Lord in this state. And thus she would do whatever she could to alleviate it, and free her from the madness that now took her.
"You were always one of my favorites, no matter how I teased you, you know."
There was a flash of blue-white, and with a crystalline whistle the spear of ice was unleashed, hurtling through the air and directly towards the altar.
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A spike of ice formed above her right hand, vapor pouring off of her pale arm as she took aim.
"I apologize for any misunderstandings, Kordelia," she spoke as she aimed squarely at the grotesque altar, and the massive creature's exposed heart beating right before her eyes. If nothing else, this would alleviate the source of the taint. Even if it didn't free Kordelia from whatever influenced her mind, it could at least do that much.
It was, to put it simply, sad to see her fellow Lord in this state. And thus she would do whatever she could to alleviate it, and free her from the madness that now took her.
"You were always one of my favorites, no matter how I teased you, you know."
There was a flash of blue-white, and with a crystalline whistle the spear of ice was unleashed, hurtling through the air and directly towards the altar.
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Duck under a swing of an axe.
Get around him.
The tip of the blade finds his back.
Velvetica drew her right hand back, Starshine stained crimson from the blood of the cultists as the man's corpse fell forward. It was at that moment that a sound like a tremendous roll of thunder struck the battlefield.
Just as the Steel Princess had anticipated.
The aftermath of Gisela's spell left many of the cultists simply vaporized completely. Others were aflame, or turned into unrecognizable, charred chunks.
Any that remained were stunned, scattered, and easily taken prisoner or slain on the spot if they resisted.
Velvetica flicked the blood from Starshine. Excellent work. There were no casualties on their side, though a few of her men had suffered injury they were not in any serious or immediate danger. The healers could attend to to them as the rest of the Lions pressed on to the main goal.
The Cultist's camp. Needless to say, it was likely the many fighters were dead, but the camp was unlikely to be unguarded. Perhaps by the dead who had been stolen, or perhaps by stronger fighters.
"Lions, you have done well," she began, "But there is little time to waist. Now that we have destroyed their raiders, we can move onto their camp and crush this twisted cult where it hides."
That was their assassin's cue. To move on to the camp herself and take care of the necromancer who surely lurked there. To decapitate the cult as soon as they arrived, to make the extermination of the death worshippers all the more swift.
Indeed, Velvetica soon lead her forces onwards.
The cult lurked beneath a rocky outcropping. It seemed as if there was a deeper passage down into the mighty rock, perhaps carved by the long-disappeared creators of the tombs in this region.
For there to be a severely diminished cult presence should hardly have been a surprise, given how many of them had appeared to take their bait.
But Velvetica found herself perplexed at the complete absence of any guards are all. No cultists. No animate corpses.
And more than that, it seemed as if their effigies had been destroyed here as well...
Torches smashed. Barriers broken. But there was no other force here that would have done such a thing. Even Lord Ostaric's men hadn't been this way yet.
"... This isn't right," Velvetica's eyes narrowed, "There shouldn't have been anyone else here, and if they were being attacked they wouldn't have taken our bait."
As they grew closer, she could see blood splattered on the base of the stone, near the entrance to the chamber carved into the rock. The doorway was surrounded by leering, stone faces.
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Get around him.
The tip of the blade finds his back.
Velvetica drew her right hand back, Starshine stained crimson from the blood of the cultists as the man's corpse fell forward. It was at that moment that a sound like a tremendous roll of thunder struck the battlefield.
Just as the Steel Princess had anticipated.
The aftermath of Gisela's spell left many of the cultists simply vaporized completely. Others were aflame, or turned into unrecognizable, charred chunks.
Any that remained were stunned, scattered, and easily taken prisoner or slain on the spot if they resisted.
Velvetica flicked the blood from Starshine. Excellent work. There were no casualties on their side, though a few of her men had suffered injury they were not in any serious or immediate danger. The healers could attend to to them as the rest of the Lions pressed on to the main goal.
The Cultist's camp. Needless to say, it was likely the many fighters were dead, but the camp was unlikely to be unguarded. Perhaps by the dead who had been stolen, or perhaps by stronger fighters.
"Lions, you have done well," she began, "But there is little time to waist. Now that we have destroyed their raiders, we can move onto their camp and crush this twisted cult where it hides."
That was their assassin's cue. To move on to the camp herself and take care of the necromancer who surely lurked there. To decapitate the cult as soon as they arrived, to make the extermination of the death worshippers all the more swift.
Indeed, Velvetica soon lead her forces onwards.
The cult lurked beneath a rocky outcropping. It seemed as if there was a deeper passage down into the mighty rock, perhaps carved by the long-disappeared creators of the tombs in this region.
For there to be a severely diminished cult presence should hardly have been a surprise, given how many of them had appeared to take their bait.
But Velvetica found herself perplexed at the complete absence of any guards are all. No cultists. No animate corpses.
And more than that, it seemed as if their effigies had been destroyed here as well...
Torches smashed. Barriers broken. But there was no other force here that would have done such a thing. Even Lord Ostaric's men hadn't been this way yet.
"... This isn't right," Velvetica's eyes narrowed, "There shouldn't have been anyone else here, and if they were being attacked they wouldn't have taken our bait."
As they grew closer, she could see blood splattered on the base of the stone, near the entrance to the chamber carved into the rock. The doorway was surrounded by leering, stone faces.
@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
To be honest, this was quite a bit to deal with at once. Dame Serenity's words took Fanilly somewhat off-guard, and it was followed by the revelation that basically every single knight present had experienced the strange dream. At this point, the young Knight-Captain had to wonder if every single Knight in Candaeln had.
And to top it all off, the rabbit-eared girl revealed herself to have been sent by the Witch-Knight, from Akitsushima, through methods that Fanilly could barely even understand. Though her grasp of Veltan was not exactly fluent, she picked up enough of it to know most of what she had said before Sir Lein elected to provide a more thorough translation.
What did this mean for the dreams? What did this mean for any of it?
It had to mean something.
The girl-knight took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. Putting aside the matter of the dream, it was best to begin with their guest.
"I... very well," she said, bowing her head, "A direct emmisary of one of the founding Knights will always be welcome within Candaeln's walls regardless of purpose, and... well, I think any of us will be happy to see a demonstration of your skills."
Her awareness of Akitsushiman combat techniques was vague, but she understood that they were different then ones she was familiar with due to a different sort of martial history and make of their weapons.
@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Raineh Daze@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin
And to top it all off, the rabbit-eared girl revealed herself to have been sent by the Witch-Knight, from Akitsushima, through methods that Fanilly could barely even understand. Though her grasp of Veltan was not exactly fluent, she picked up enough of it to know most of what she had said before Sir Lein elected to provide a more thorough translation.
What did this mean for the dreams? What did this mean for any of it?
It had to mean something.
The girl-knight took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind. Putting aside the matter of the dream, it was best to begin with their guest.
"I... very well," she said, bowing her head, "A direct emmisary of one of the founding Knights will always be welcome within Candaeln's walls regardless of purpose, and... well, I think any of us will be happy to see a demonstration of your skills."
Her awareness of Akitsushiman combat techniques was vague, but she understood that they were different then ones she was familiar with due to a different sort of martial history and make of their weapons.
@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Raineh Daze@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin
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