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The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

Velvetica sighed.

She had begun to suspect when the mysterious foreigners from across the sea had been mentioned in the first place, but the sight of the coin had confirmed it for her. She recognized that gold. Roger's report and the words of the others only confirmed it.

Morahti. Sinners in the eyes of the goddesses, but bizarre in the manner of their sin. As she understood, in war between clans of their homeland, they simply accepted that enslavement was the price of defeat. It was an abomination, but one that was conducted in a foreign manner.

And they had no understanding of the wickedness of slavery. They saw those who dealt in slaves in this land simply as those who dealt in the lives of the defeated, rather than those who deprived others of their freedom.

"They simply assume that those being sold are the prizes of the victor," Velvetica said, with a sigh, "They have no grasp of the wickedness of slavery, but that does not absolve them of their sins."

Her hand rested on Starshine's hilt.

"Our opponent is the Morahti," she began, picking up her voice to reach her soldiers, "We will approach and surround them, before setting loose their horses. That will cripple their combat capability and cause chaos, which will will take advantage of to swiftly defeat them and release their prisoners. Those who surrender will be granted mercy, but do not count on surrender from the Morahti."

@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora

Bible of Ichor: Septet for the Dead

However Giselle dealt with her severed arm, Aleksiya soon took it from her.

"You could have been more gentle with it," she remarked, eyeing Kordelia briefly. However, she did not press it any further. The manner in which her fellow lord gazed towards the corpse of the Bat King told her everything that she needed to know.

The ice she'd used to dull the pain of her grievous injury crumbled. Of course, it wasn't as if regenerating a new limb entering was impossible for her. But reattaching one that already existed would be far easier.

The small girl placed it against the stump. Muscular tissue stretched and knitted itself back together, holding the arm in place without needing her to do so on her own. Veins and tissues reconnected just as swiftly, as even the bone itself began to rejoin, growing back together just as the skin began to mend.

In a matter of seconds, there was not even a scar remaining, as Aleksiya flexed her fingers.

Unfortunately, the same could not be said of her damaged dress.

"We should return to the village," she asserted, content to allow Kordelia to mourn for her companion for the time being now that her arm was reattached, "I suspect they'll be in need of guidance, and only a complete idiot would abandon them."

@Rune_Alchemist@Click This

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

The demon staggered forward when the charged knee struck it in the back. With a snarl, it turned again...

And then it was bathed in light from every direction. Flesh burned and dissolved, soon followed by bone. Its entire head was obliterated in an instant as the burning light cleansed its very existence.

And yet, its lower half remained upright. A red, pulsing orb remained, surrounded by what was left of its smoldering ribcage.

At least, until Andrea struck it.

It was a frail thing, surprisingly, for how the demon had gloated and thought itself superior. A single touch was all that was needed to crack the exposed core.

The thin like traveled up its center, and its light died swiftly only seconds later. The orb split, both halves cracking further, before it finally shattered to pieces.

What remained of the demon's body began to smoke, venting its mass in the form of ashes.

In a few moments, nothing would be left.

It was at that moment that Shiro's voice came to them once again.

"All Demon signatures have been eliminated. Well done."

Was that the sound of slow clapping? There was no clear indication of how it was being projected, but rather then coming across as sarcastic, it had an air of the exact same expressionlessness as the Doll normally possessed.

As if she thought clapping was appropriate, but didn't really get why, perhaps.

@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"Tch...! Damnable stubborn old men!"

This was exactly why she hated dealing with them. It didn't matter what his reason was. It didn't matter what he really thought deep down. This attitude. This self-assurance in his own position regardless of how difficult they were being. This irritable manner of looking down on anyone who even remotely suggested differently.

This was what infuriated her.

"Fine! So we're killing this lindwurm, then! We'll tear through those peoples' territory to do it, fine!"

On the other hand, his dismissive attitude made Fio even more determined to prove him wrong.

"Come on!" she said, grabbing the jar with both hands, "We've got a strategy to plan, and this little idiot seems to be intent on forfeiting her honey bread privileges!"

Even in the midst of her frustration, she had most certainly picked up on what the unseelie said.

"Maybe we can douse her in honey instead and use her as bait! Does the lindwurm like sweet things, Gunnrun?! Does it?!"

It was clear the frustration had boiled over, certainly.

@Rune_Alchemist@Pyromania99

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

It was around that moment that Alette came to a stop, at Clarice's side. The mage was focused, having inscribed a chalk circle on the nearest wall. Her feet were still drifting off the ground, as she watched a light traveling steadily around the edge of the circle, her eyes narrowed.

"Nothing yet?" Alette questioned, tilting her head.

"Can't you tell? It's going to take a little bit... haaah, and this bloody scent is so distracting, you know? I'm going to lay a curse on whoever's responsible for all this, it's so unpleasant."

Rather then dismay at the deaths themselves, the mage seemed more annoyed at how unpleasant the fort was given it was filled with corpses.

With the barracks lacking any further information, Fanilly took the piece of paper with her as she lead her knights back to the surface. It offered little information that they didn't already know at the time, but at least it was something. It confirmed why the Boars were hiding there, but not how they had learned about this in the first place or how they'd infiltrated the for-

Wait, there was something on the back?

Turning the paper over in her hands, Fanilly examined it again. Those were... stones? It was a sketch of a pair of stones, ones that looked oddly familiar. Perfectly smooth, standing erect...

"Ah! There!"

The scrying circle had come alight, the light changing shape and growing larger until it resembled a clear pool of water. From within, a grassy clearing with a pair of white stones standing erect could be seen.

"They were going here!" declared Clarice, "... Wherever here is. I don't recognize it at all."

But Fanilly did.

Immediately the Knight-Captain approached, glancing between the paper and the scrying circle.

"That's Cae Mayl," she said as she approached, "They must have been meeting there! But... why?"

Cae Mayl was the first shrine to Mayon in all of Thaln. The white standing stones were accompanied by a clear pool of water from deep within the earth. While it was a holy site, the deep pool was also dangerous given how far down it went.

Fanilly had been there once before, years ago.

Regardless, it was their best lead.

Meanwhile, Bors let out a chuckle. It sounded something like a roll of thunder across the sky during a storm.

"You would be surprised," he commented, cheerfully, "My daughter hasn't a scrap of giant's blood, but she is my daughter all the same."

He glanced out over the horizon before continuing, still keeping watch for any potential enemies.

"And she enjoys this view just as much as you do."

---

"Hmmm..."

Abigail knelt beside the body, frowning slightly.

"These wounds weren't made by a blade," she commented, "Ah, so elegant... but terrible, too."

She ran her fingertips over the injuries as she spoke.

"Extremely precise and swift, and inflicted by magic... a curse? Perhaps Clarice should take a look, she loves curses~!" she observed as she continued examining the injuries, "... They cut the veins leading to the heart."

The precision, and the use of magic, implied that whoever had been responsible for the captain's death and the death of this soldier was not among those driven mad. Additionally, the fact the journal had been defaced implied an attempt to throw someone off the trail.

It wasn't impossible whoever did this was tied to the boars. But just what had gone wrong to trigger the massacre?

The fact that the perpetrator could use curses, and potentially had possession of such an inherently wicked object, could have been the answer.

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@Raineh Daze@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Conscripts@Crimson Paladin@Creative Chaos@The Otter@Krayzikk@Psyker Landshark@6slyboy6

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

Karaage! Rice! A big bowl of ramen!

Aaah, this was the best!

Her brown hair bouncing with each step, a smile as radiant as the most blinding sunburst on her lips, the wielder of the Chi-mechframe Hinotori practically skipped into the dining area, a tray looking positively overloaded in her arms. Of course, this would hardly be an unfamiliar sight.

For Fukada Hoshiko was something of a black hole when it came to food.

And what better way to enjoy delicious food then alongside her fellow pilots?

Her smile parted into a wide grin as she approached the others. Chatting over a meal was the best, and it felt like a great opportunity to get even closer with everyone.

From the very start, Hoshiko's opinion had been that since they were going to work together, it only made sense to make friends and get to know one another. Being cold and super professional or whatever was no good, especially when they were going to live together on Horizon. To that end, she had spent free time trying to get to know everyone as much as she could. Hanging out was the best way to make friends, after all.

These six months had been surreal, to be honest. Hoshiko never expected to experience anything like this. To be living in a base in the sky. To be teamed up with a bunch of other people and use a cutting edge piece of technology. But it was a chance to keep people safe, to make sure no-one ever got hurt again.

She had to take that chance.

"Hi, everbody!" declared the brunette, cheerfully, immediately sitting down close to the others and setting her tray down on the table as she did. "This is great, isn't it?! I'm so hungry! Itadakimaaaasu~!"

The following scene could be described as something of an assault on all that was edible, as Hoshiko began devouring her food at a pace that would have seemed impossible to anyone unfamiliar with her eating habits.

"Haaah~" she paused in her rampage against the food world for a moment, a hand to her cheek, "So tasty~!"

The Lion's Banner: A Fire Emblem-Inspired Anime Fantasy RP

The night sky had cleared somewhat since they went down beneath into the tomb. Not completely, but visibility would be somewhat better for Sir Roger. His steed, of course, would have little problem seeing in even complete darkness.

In the mean time, as the Griffin-riding knight departed, it was an opportunity for the others to take some time to recuperate before their target.

However...

"Just because we know where to look, doesn't mean that we should neglect any other opportunity to locate any clues," Velvetica stated as she examined the wreckage of the cultists' camp, "Perhaps we may find the currency they were paid in, which may lead us to the identity of our targets."

Across the sea could have meant any number of cultures. Even if the Asharaadi was the most familiar to the Steel Princess, she suspected that they were not the ones they were dealing with.

And indeed, some digging would reveal a pouch of gold coins in one of the largest tents, stamped with a distinctive face: A bald man with a braided beard.

---

After some time in the air, both the griffin and the knight would spy a large fire. It was near to Ithillane territory, but did not appear to belong to their soldiers. Indeed, the domed red tents were distinct and unfamiliar.

A number of figures were moving around, seeming to be eating and drinking, and having a rather raucous conversation in an unfamiliar tongue(especially from this distance). The also appeared to possess a large number of horses.

No prisoners appeared to be currently visible, but it was the correct direction.

@Raineh Daze@Psyker Landshark@The Otter@VKAllen@Eisenhorn@Crimson Paladin@Conscripts@HereComesTheSnow@Octo@PigeonOfAstora

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

The Monster-class demon did little to assist its 'hounds' even as they were slaughtered, watching with some irritation as its opponents avoided its fireballs.

Special ire was saved for Andrea, however, the monster's three eyes burning in its skull-like face.

"Take me seriously, damn you!" it snarled as it raised its arms. This time, a larger ball of fire ignited between its palms, first wavering as a single ball of light and then beginning to swell larger rapidly, growing more intense by the second.

A least, until Kaeru suddenly went sailing past its head.

"... Hah? What? Well, if you're going to give me a meal...!"

As it turned, bearing down on the recovering contractor, it stumbled forward when a blast of flame hit it in the back of the head. This time, it let out a roar of pain, whirling again and hurling a ball of fire in Natsumi's direction.

Thankfully, Kaida's efforts bore fruit, the flames that had caught the structure alight dampened considerably, some winking out of existence entirely.

But the hounds were still bearing down on Emi, their eyes blazing as they lunged towards their quarry, far too hungry to worry about their own safety.

Still, there seemed to be no more of their number, which meant the Monster-class demon was now on his own...

@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@RolePlayerRoxas@Quartz@Emeth@LuckyBlackCat

Advent of the Dawn — A Mecha Musume/Tokusatsu-Inspired RP (Reboot)

• Name: Fukada Hoshiko
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: A bright and chipper young Japanese girl of average height for her age. See below for more detailed physical appearance.
• Personality: A cheerful and exuberant, friendly girl. She always tries to see the best in others, and in spite of the dire situation that humanity faces she never seems to let anything get her down. To her, always pushing ahead, always keeping her head up, and always facing forward is the way she treats her life. Hoshiko is friendly to a fault, almost aggressively trying to get to know others and introducing herself with a smile on her face. She is perhaps a little too open at times, and can be a little senseless. She is deeply dedicated to the idea of protecting others and saving people, claiming that the reason she's still alive is because someone saved her, so she should pass it on. However, in spite of this bright exterior, Hoshiko's personality is not all that it seems. Deep down, she nurses a deep sense of survivor's guilt, which compels her to do everything she can to throw herself wholeheartedly into protecting others and making sure no-one else has to suffer. This is often to a dangerous disregard for her own safety.
  
  But if she burns out protecting people... is it really so bad...?
• History: Hoshiko was an ordinary Japanese girl before the Echidna struck. Even as the crises worsened, her family kept an optimistic attitude, certain that eventually everyone would pull through and that the next day could always be better, an attitude that imprinted itself on her heart. And indeed, it was in this way that they persisted. It seemed this optimistic attitude really was leading to better days, as parts of the world began to recover. Their hometown became a safe haven, not as secure as the big cities but still protected from any major threat.
  
  The optimism could only last so long.
  
  The semblance of normalcy in her hometown was shattered.
  
  Preparing for a school trip to the local natural history museum, which both herself and her best friend Aoki Megumi were very excited about, an attack by a Warped that seemingly appeared from no-where claimed the lives of one of her teachers and many of her peers, leaving any survivors cripplingly injured before it was finally destroyed. Among those injured was Megumi, who suffered a crippling injury to her lower spine that would rob her of the use of her legs. As for Hoshiko, she remembers a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest as a piece of debris punched a hole in her heart. An injury that should have been lethal without immediate medical attention, and yet Hoshiko recovered miraculously the next day. This was because she had been infected, an Echidna parasite entering through the open wound and accelerating her healing process.
  
  Now an asymptomatic host of the parasite, Hoshiko struggled with the quarantine. As soon as she was able to, she wanted to...
  
  She didn't know what she wanted to do. She felt a hollow space inside of her. And yet, she kept smiling, because that was what had got her through everything before, right?
  
  The first thing she did when she was able was to visit Megumi, who was still hospitalized.
  
  She learned she would never walk again not long after.
  
  When she was scouted, Hoshiko jumped at the chance.
  
  She couldn't let anyone else suffer ever again.
• Skills: Hoshiko is quite athletic, fast on her feet. She can think quickly, but is rather dense when it comes to school subjects. If you count eating as a skill, Hoshiko is quite accomplished.
• Chi-Mechframe: Hinotori
  
  • Appearance: "With my two hands, and this frame, I'm going to protect everyone!"
  • Abilities: Hinotori is a high speed melee offense frame. It utilizes rocket boosters arrayed on the back of the armor to propel Hoshiko rapidly across the battlefield and through the air. her chief weaponry is her hands and feet, which she uses to deliver punches and kicks to her opponents. Her gauntlets and greaves are also equipped with boosters, allowing her to increase the amount of force put into each blow by a considerable amount. Highly maneuverable and capable of rapid pursuit, Hinotori allows for a considerable number of offense options in spite of being limited to punches and kicks. Additionally, by building power into a gauntlet, she can deliver an explosive punch for heavy damage.
• Other:: N/A

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"Despise me?"

Alette looked taken aback at Sir Renar's question for a few moments.

But then, her lips slip into a grin, and she was unable to hold back a wave of laughter.

"Ah, you think he hates me? That's hilarious! Ah, I should tell him that when he comes back!" she declared between chuckles, wiping a tear from her eye, "No, no, he doesn't hate me at all. Aah..."

The red-eyed Shark took a deep breath before she continued to speak, seemingly to calm herself.

"We met. It was a while ago, I was still a child," she explained, "He's probably worried about me, more than anything. He doesn't need to, but I don't think that's going to stop him."

A thoughtful expression crossed her features.

"He does have an excellent taste in knives, though. I split open a slaver's belly with the one he gave me."

The manner in which she spoke of disemboweling a slaver sounded much more like recalling a fond memory then describing a violent killing.

"Mmm?"

The half-giant's hidden gazed turned downwards, towards the earth to rest upon Tyaethe's diminutive form. He seemed to consider the prospect for a few moments, before eventually kneeling.

"Very well," Bors said, "You quite remind me of my daughter, so I'm happy to assist."

@Psyker Landshark@Raineh Daze

---

Sir Steffen, it seemed, had discovered a body of one of the Boars. Fanilly took a deep breath. While she'd certainly killed before, directly handling corpses wasn't something she was entirely familiar with. Still, all they had to do was search him for anything unusual, and leaned down to take a closer examination of the body. At the very least, locked inside, the corpses had yet to decay.

The scent of blood was still choking the air, however.

"He's..." she trailed off for a moment, taking a deep breath, but before she could speak, another mercenary approached. He was a young man, with red hair, and he quickly knelt beside the corpse and began patting him down.

"No worries, I've got this," he said, perhaps a little too brightly given what he was doing, "One of those nasty piggies, then, huh? Bastard. Hmmm... there's something... here?"

He ran his fingers over a spot lower down on the dead man's outfit.

When it was sliced open, a small scrap of paper and a cloth wrap were revealed. The cloth was empty, no sign of any supernatural shards of ancient weapons.

The paper, however, was somewhat more interesting.

Black like a shadow and shaped like a piece of glass. Don't touch it.

@Conscripts@6slyboy6

---

Abigail sighed as she examined the wound on the captain's neck.

"A single, violent stroke..." She considered the traits of the dead body for a few moments, "Definitely before the violence began in the rest of the fort. I don't think anyone even came up here... it's a much more elegant death, but still just as cruel..."

It was hard to discern how she felt about it, given the dreamy tone of her voice. Perhaps she was pleased the captain had died like this rather then some kind of brutal murder below? Perhaps she was admiring the elegance? Perhaps it was some combination of both? Regardless, the strange, tall girl drifted to the closet. Within was a simple uniform and various other articles of daily clothing. Beside it stood his suit of armor.

"Mmmm, not here, I don't think..." she murmured to herself, as she slowly searched through his drawers and clothing.

The desk, however, proved somewhat fruitful. Indeed the man had kept a journal, though it seemed many of the pages had been ripped and torn out.

One page in particular, however, hinted at something perhaps surprising. Only part of it remained.

With an object as wicked as this, there can be no accidents or mistakes. Though my heart and soul belong to the crown, I still trust the judgement of-

Beyond that, the page had been torn away.

@The Otter@Crimson Paladin

@Rune_Alchemist@HereComesTheSnow@ERode@PigeonOfAstora@Creative Chaos@Krayzikk