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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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@Emeth: It's fine, it's my job as a GM to get things sorted out.
Anyway, as mentioned, we'll be starting this on the coming week! Most likely either Monday or Tuesday!
Anyway, as mentioned, we'll be starting this on the coming week! Most likely either Monday or Tuesday!
@Emeth: In that case, accepted.
@Emeth: I kind of want to echo @Raineh Daze's question, since that's important lore-wise.
"Oho? Calling out my name before I've had the chance to introduce myself is a little rude, you know," commented the blue-haired mercenary playfully, in spite of their ghastly surroundings. Smirking, she curtsied, her spear still resting upon her shoulder.
"Alette. And yes, there's plenty of people who know me as the Shark."
That grin was perhaps a reason. It was sharp, those teeth almost looking less like ordinary human teeth and somethin more like the razors that filled the mouth of an oceanic predator.
That spear, too, was undoubtedly like the penetrating, slicing tooth of a shark.
Fanilly had only vaguely heard of a 'Shark' from the north, a vicious and untamed mercenary with a reputation for violent but incredibly affective combat. Only from half-remembered stories passed to her by a trader her father had conducted business with, however.
Those half-memories came into sharp relief when she was faced with the pigtailed girl.
"As for why I'm here, what do you think motivates any mercenary? You should know, shouldn't you? You weren't born into knighthood, I'm certain," the Shark idly commented towards Gerard, waving her free hand, "Money. Enough librans can send me all the way across the continent."
That razor smirk adorned her lips.
Fanilly didn't like any of this. Their surroundings, the sheer atmosphere of this place, were already weighing on her.
And now this mercenary was acting almost entirely uncooperative, despite her insistence that she wasn't behind the massacre.
Sir Fionn's words, however, took her entirely by surprise.
And it seemed they did the same for Alette.
"... Snrk."
At least until she started giggling, hand to her stomach.
"This... this was the last place I expected to see a familiar face! Ah, I don't remember your name very well, it was over ten years ago... what was it?" she paused for a moment, "MacKerach? That knife is truly well-balanced, I still have it."
She ran her free hand through one of her pigtails.
"Isn't it more impressive to see a mercenary who can fight like this without getting touched? Besides, you're not going to attack unless I do, are you?"
She cocked her head.
The first bodies to be investigated were a grisly sight, two men practically tangled together.
But it wasn't just that.
Their injuries were severe. Multiple stab wounds, a sword thrust through the gut. The other, a knife severing his throat.
The sword used to kill the former man was still gripped in the hand of the latter. The knife that cut the latter's neck was in the former's loose grip.
Further investigation would reveal similar situations for the other bodies. Some of the deaths were self-inflicted, others seemed to be a result of a sudden attack by another soldier, who was soon after killed by another.
The garrison had devoured itself.
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"Alette. And yes, there's plenty of people who know me as the Shark."
That grin was perhaps a reason. It was sharp, those teeth almost looking less like ordinary human teeth and somethin more like the razors that filled the mouth of an oceanic predator.
That spear, too, was undoubtedly like the penetrating, slicing tooth of a shark.
Fanilly had only vaguely heard of a 'Shark' from the north, a vicious and untamed mercenary with a reputation for violent but incredibly affective combat. Only from half-remembered stories passed to her by a trader her father had conducted business with, however.
Those half-memories came into sharp relief when she was faced with the pigtailed girl.
"As for why I'm here, what do you think motivates any mercenary? You should know, shouldn't you? You weren't born into knighthood, I'm certain," the Shark idly commented towards Gerard, waving her free hand, "Money. Enough librans can send me all the way across the continent."
That razor smirk adorned her lips.
Fanilly didn't like any of this. Their surroundings, the sheer atmosphere of this place, were already weighing on her.
And now this mercenary was acting almost entirely uncooperative, despite her insistence that she wasn't behind the massacre.
Sir Fionn's words, however, took her entirely by surprise.
And it seemed they did the same for Alette.
"... Snrk."
At least until she started giggling, hand to her stomach.
"This... this was the last place I expected to see a familiar face! Ah, I don't remember your name very well, it was over ten years ago... what was it?" she paused for a moment, "MacKerach? That knife is truly well-balanced, I still have it."
She ran her free hand through one of her pigtails.
"Isn't it more impressive to see a mercenary who can fight like this without getting touched? Besides, you're not going to attack unless I do, are you?"
She cocked her head.
The first bodies to be investigated were a grisly sight, two men practically tangled together.
But it wasn't just that.
Their injuries were severe. Multiple stab wounds, a sword thrust through the gut. The other, a knife severing his throat.
The sword used to kill the former man was still gripped in the hand of the latter. The knife that cut the latter's neck was in the former's loose grip.
Further investigation would reveal similar situations for the other bodies. Some of the deaths were self-inflicted, others seemed to be a result of a sudden attack by another soldier, who was soon after killed by another.
The garrison had devoured itself.
@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6
Aiming to start by next week!
It was a shame the strange hand didn't show any obvious agony. Aleksiya would have liked to at least indulge in the sight of the damned thing's pain. But more importantly, its movement was clearly impaired by the icy spikes driven through it at multiple points, in particular the palm. It was struggling to move Kordelia as effectively as it had before.
Those strings were how it was manipulating her fellow Lord, but it definitely seemed the hand required some level of movement to do so effectively. In which case...
Grinning, Aleksiya sat up. Now that her ice was lodged in the hand, she could use it as a point to start from.
The ice was beginning to spread. Drawing moisture from the air, glistening as it began to move outwards from the point it had impaled the hand. But not just over the hand, no.
The icy coating was starting to spread towards the strings themselves.
Make them hard an inflexible, and this bastard won't be able to toy with Kordelia like that!
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Those strings were how it was manipulating her fellow Lord, but it definitely seemed the hand required some level of movement to do so effectively. In which case...
Grinning, Aleksiya sat up. Now that her ice was lodged in the hand, she could use it as a point to start from.
The ice was beginning to spread. Drawing moisture from the air, glistening as it began to move outwards from the point it had impaled the hand. But not just over the hand, no.
The icy coating was starting to spread towards the strings themselves.
Make them hard an inflexible, and this bastard won't be able to toy with Kordelia like that!
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The Witch seemed entirely unphased, even as several of her less massive dolls shattered. Hard impacts or sharp edges seemed quite sufficient for the smaller ones, as Velvetica quickly realized.
Starshine's edge cleaved cleanly through a doll's torso, and she adjusted her grip in order to swing the blade back before the doll fell. One arm was severed, and moments later the blade cut through that black face and parted the doll's head entirely.
It no longer moved after that, but it was easy to tell that simply cutting it in half wasn't enough. The upper half had continued to move, to try and reach her, even in the single moment between its bisection and the final blow.
"These dolls need to be thoroughly disabled!" she took a step back as another lunged for her, swiftly responding by skewering it through one of its empty eyes and then cutting the head from its shoulders, "Destroy the head and arms, or as much of the torso as possible!"
The giant, inhuman doll's limbs twisted in patterns impossible for a living being. It was certainly far more durable then the smaller dolls, but...
Urden's axe spike slamming into one of its joints definitely gave it something of a jolt, and shards of white came scattering from the impact. Those were definitely cracks in the joint, and the afflicted sword arm twitched in an awkward fashion unlike its smooth motions prior before bending backwards in a bid to skewer the mercenary through his head.
Roger's thrust spear, too, found its purchase in the doll's joint. While it caused less direct visible damage to the construct's limb, at the same time it wasn't without an effect. It interrupted the motion of the doll's attempted counterattack, and while there was less visible damage that hardly meant none.
Before either of its strikes could complete, the sharp daggers lodging into is shoulder joints caused the doll to momentarily go rigid. The damage here was obviously, cracks lining the joints. They had not yet shattered, but it wouldn't take much more to do it.
It swiftly abandoned its attacks on the men and bent its arms at damaged elbows, in a bid to reach Kayliss and cleave her apart.
And yet, Velvetica saw her opening.
Light danced along Starshine's edge. Cape flapping behind her, the Steel Princess darted forward, the tip of her blade finding the joint in the doll's middle limb on its right side. The point, aided by the magical energy enrobing the sword, penetrated the doll's exterior, and with a flash the light was released.
The joint crumbled, and the doll staggered as one of its legs fell away, offering a clear opportunity to the others to press their assault!
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Starshine's edge cleaved cleanly through a doll's torso, and she adjusted her grip in order to swing the blade back before the doll fell. One arm was severed, and moments later the blade cut through that black face and parted the doll's head entirely.
It no longer moved after that, but it was easy to tell that simply cutting it in half wasn't enough. The upper half had continued to move, to try and reach her, even in the single moment between its bisection and the final blow.
"These dolls need to be thoroughly disabled!" she took a step back as another lunged for her, swiftly responding by skewering it through one of its empty eyes and then cutting the head from its shoulders, "Destroy the head and arms, or as much of the torso as possible!"
The giant, inhuman doll's limbs twisted in patterns impossible for a living being. It was certainly far more durable then the smaller dolls, but...
Urden's axe spike slamming into one of its joints definitely gave it something of a jolt, and shards of white came scattering from the impact. Those were definitely cracks in the joint, and the afflicted sword arm twitched in an awkward fashion unlike its smooth motions prior before bending backwards in a bid to skewer the mercenary through his head.
Roger's thrust spear, too, found its purchase in the doll's joint. While it caused less direct visible damage to the construct's limb, at the same time it wasn't without an effect. It interrupted the motion of the doll's attempted counterattack, and while there was less visible damage that hardly meant none.
Before either of its strikes could complete, the sharp daggers lodging into is shoulder joints caused the doll to momentarily go rigid. The damage here was obviously, cracks lining the joints. They had not yet shattered, but it wouldn't take much more to do it.
It swiftly abandoned its attacks on the men and bent its arms at damaged elbows, in a bid to reach Kayliss and cleave her apart.
And yet, Velvetica saw her opening.
Light danced along Starshine's edge. Cape flapping behind her, the Steel Princess darted forward, the tip of her blade finding the joint in the doll's middle limb on its right side. The point, aided by the magical energy enrobing the sword, penetrated the doll's exterior, and with a flash the light was released.
The joint crumbled, and the doll staggered as one of its legs fell away, offering a clear opportunity to the others to press their assault!
@Raineh Daze@Rin@AzureKnight@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora
There was no longer any reason to hesitate.
It was clear that something awful had happened here, to be sure, but there was nothing that could be done but enter the fort.
They had to know.
Fanilly took a deep breath.
"Iron Rose Knights, advance."
She pressed onwards through the gate, and-
There was nothing. At least at first glance, nothing seemed amiss in the least.
And yet something here was wrong. Palpably so. The very atmosphere within the fort's walls felt heavy, weighty. Even Fanilly, who was not capable with magic nor with spiritual matters was able to feel it.
It was like something was pressing down on her from the moment she set foot inside. A heavy, unrelenting darkness, coupled with this iron scent...
There was blood.
Blood on the walls, blood on the ground. Now that she had entered and taken a good look at her surroundings, she could see plenty of it.
The Knight-Captain drew a sharp intake of the breath.
Beyond the blood, spilling from the doors deeper into the fort, were corpses.
Bodies upon bodies upon bodies.
The remains of the fort's garrison. Some of them, the most visible ones, appeared as if they had only perished very recently, but not a single corpse appeared to be older then a day or two.
Fanilly's hands trembled. Her blue eyes were wide.
What had happened here? There was no attack from the outside. There was no sign of anything.
And yet...
Stabbed. Slashed. Crushed. Cut.
The corpses of the fort's garrison showed just how violent their deaths had been.
It was nothing short of a massacre. While Fanilly had seen plenty of death before, she'd never seen anything like this.
For a few moments, she simply didn't know what to do.
For a few moments, the weight of the air seemed to grow, pushing down on her shoulders. The walls around the fort seemed less spacious, more enclosed.
The sky felt darker.
And then...
A door across the yard swung open.
"Nothing but corpses."
It was the voice of a girl. She stood out immediately, clad in light armor of leather and steel with long skirt. Her blue hair was tied into pigtails, and her eyes were crimson. While that would normally be a notable detail, they lacked the luminiscent qualities of a vampire's gaze and she was certainly not short enough to be a Nem, at somewhere around Fanilly's height.
In her right hand was a lengthy spear, crimson in coloration and metallic. It was likely steel, but the red hue didn't appear to be paint.
"..."
She paused for a moment, and in that instant Fanilly immediately turned to her.
For in this very moment, there was no doubt in my mind that the girl had to be behind this.
"Lay down your weapon and surrender at once, or we will slay you where you stand."
Her blade had left its sheath in an instant, drawn and pointed towards the blue-haired girl.
"... Oh?"
Bringing the crimson spear up to rest it on her shoulder, the blue-haired girl cocked her head.
"You must be the Iron Rose Knights, then," she continued, looking considerably less bothered by that fact then one might expect, "So you're the captain? Adorable. You've all been treating her well, I hope?"
She grinned in a particularly sharp manner.
"Surrender. Now," Fanilly said firmly.
Her grip on her blade tightened.
"You know you're getting all worked up about the wrong person, right?" she commented, idly, as if completely unconcerned about her situation, "It was already like this when we got here. Think about it, does it really make sense? This wasn't an outside attack."
Fanilly found herself hesitating. This spear-wielding girl didn't seem to have any intention of fighting, which was already strange enough, but it was true that an attack from outside didn't make sense. Not with what they'd seen already.
But who could have killed all the soldiers here? Who was possibly responsible for such a massacre, if not the one standing before them? She mentioned 'we'...
"Check..." Fanilly's voice wavered, "Ch-check the bodies."
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It was clear that something awful had happened here, to be sure, but there was nothing that could be done but enter the fort.
They had to know.
Fanilly took a deep breath.
"Iron Rose Knights, advance."
She pressed onwards through the gate, and-
There was nothing. At least at first glance, nothing seemed amiss in the least.
And yet something here was wrong. Palpably so. The very atmosphere within the fort's walls felt heavy, weighty. Even Fanilly, who was not capable with magic nor with spiritual matters was able to feel it.
It was like something was pressing down on her from the moment she set foot inside. A heavy, unrelenting darkness, coupled with this iron scent...
There was blood.
Blood on the walls, blood on the ground. Now that she had entered and taken a good look at her surroundings, she could see plenty of it.
The Knight-Captain drew a sharp intake of the breath.
Beyond the blood, spilling from the doors deeper into the fort, were corpses.
Bodies upon bodies upon bodies.
The remains of the fort's garrison. Some of them, the most visible ones, appeared as if they had only perished very recently, but not a single corpse appeared to be older then a day or two.
Fanilly's hands trembled. Her blue eyes were wide.
What had happened here? There was no attack from the outside. There was no sign of anything.
And yet...
Stabbed. Slashed. Crushed. Cut.
The corpses of the fort's garrison showed just how violent their deaths had been.
It was nothing short of a massacre. While Fanilly had seen plenty of death before, she'd never seen anything like this.
For a few moments, she simply didn't know what to do.
For a few moments, the weight of the air seemed to grow, pushing down on her shoulders. The walls around the fort seemed less spacious, more enclosed.
The sky felt darker.
And then...
A door across the yard swung open.
"Nothing but corpses."
It was the voice of a girl. She stood out immediately, clad in light armor of leather and steel with long skirt. Her blue hair was tied into pigtails, and her eyes were crimson. While that would normally be a notable detail, they lacked the luminiscent qualities of a vampire's gaze and she was certainly not short enough to be a Nem, at somewhere around Fanilly's height.
In her right hand was a lengthy spear, crimson in coloration and metallic. It was likely steel, but the red hue didn't appear to be paint.
"..."
She paused for a moment, and in that instant Fanilly immediately turned to her.
For in this very moment, there was no doubt in my mind that the girl had to be behind this.
"Lay down your weapon and surrender at once, or we will slay you where you stand."
Her blade had left its sheath in an instant, drawn and pointed towards the blue-haired girl.
"... Oh?"
Bringing the crimson spear up to rest it on her shoulder, the blue-haired girl cocked her head.
"You must be the Iron Rose Knights, then," she continued, looking considerably less bothered by that fact then one might expect, "So you're the captain? Adorable. You've all been treating her well, I hope?"
She grinned in a particularly sharp manner.
"Surrender. Now," Fanilly said firmly.
Her grip on her blade tightened.
"You know you're getting all worked up about the wrong person, right?" she commented, idly, as if completely unconcerned about her situation, "It was already like this when we got here. Think about it, does it really make sense? This wasn't an outside attack."
Fanilly found herself hesitating. This spear-wielding girl didn't seem to have any intention of fighting, which was already strange enough, but it was true that an attack from outside didn't make sense. Not with what they'd seen already.
But who could have killed all the soldiers here? Who was possibly responsible for such a massacre, if not the one standing before them? She mentioned 'we'...
"Check..." Fanilly's voice wavered, "Ch-check the bodies."
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