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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"A... mask?"

Fanilly reiterated Dame Amy's words to herself in her mind. A cold pale mask, inscribed with a single staring eye.

She didn't recall ever hearing about anything like that. It was entirely unfamiliar before. Certainly, there were certain cults who used an eye as their symbol, but beyond the most basic knowledge of their existence Fanilly knew nothing of them.

Was one of those cults involved in this situation? One that worshipped the shattered blade or its wielder? Or was it something else entirely?

Fanilly hadn't the faintest idea. And yet, in spite of how vague it was, the mask with its staring eye was still their best possible lead. It gave them some sort of clue as to who might be responsible.

Even if he couldn't speak, the dying Boar Commander had managed to give them a path forward.

"Thank you, Dame Amy," she addressed the half-demon with a nod of her head, "Please, go and get your injuries tended to as soon as possible."

To be truthful, she hadn't quite been able to focus on what Clarice had been saying, so she was taken by surprise by Sir Fionn's demand for an apology.

So, apparently, was the curse-wielding mage herself.

"Apologize?" she asked, shrinking back only slightly from the shock of Sir Fionn's anger, "For... for what?! She dragged me over here without even explaining anything! It's not like I didn't help or something, you know!"

It was quite clear she didn't see any issue with her words or actions.

---

As the moon slowly rose, little on the battlefield seemed to change.

However, one thing was noticeable.

The remains of the final curse giant, the black tar that had melted clean off of its twisted bones into a slurry of curses, was beginning to fade away. Dissolving, the moonlight purging it from the sacred place as it dissipated into a shadowy vapor before vanishing from site entirely.

Though a battle had raged there, such wickedness would not remain in Cae Mayl.

---

It would take some time, but eventually Sir Fleuri would locate a face-down, pitch black helmet, thankfully still containing the head of its wielder. While there was no sound from the head when it was lifted, Haelstadt would suddenly stop, shifting to their knees and raising their hands in the air in hopes of getting the knight to come closer.

It was clear that the towering figure's head had been located.

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Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

Hey, going to have to delay this a bit, I've not been feeling very well and I just don't feel up to posting an adequate OP tonight. Sorry! It'll probably go up in the next two days.

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

Certainly, reporting to her parents was important.

But after that, the first thing that Velvetica wanted to do after her arrival was to speak with her older brother.

Elroy Hraeslag was considerably taller then his younger sister, but shared her blond hair and blue eyes. Considered exemplary as a warrior, some of his admirers also favored his looks in addition to his skill with a blade.

For Velvetica, he was the brother who inspired her to step into the world that was the art of the sword.

"You encountered a Witch?"

She'd just finished telling him more of the details of their latest duty.

"I can't say I ever expected to hear those words coming out of my little sister's mouth," he continued, a good-natured smile on his lips.

"She was quite irritating, in all honesty," responded Velvetica, running a hand through her hair with a huff, "However, she did prove to be a source of valuable information, and it appears the doll she gave us may be quite useful. While she may be a heretical Witch, I can't say I'm dismayed by the encounter."

"Always thinking practically, Velvetica," responded Elroy, "Even when you were little, it was like you were always considering the best possible option to get the exact outcome you wanted. Were you just a born strategist?"

"Born with it or not, regardless, it's the duty that I seek to carry out."

Velvetica glanced upwards towards her brother's face.

Indeed, he was the figure that she admired. Certainly, while she utilized her agility and swiftness and he instead used his reach and physical prowess, it was his swordplay that inspired her own.

She had nothing but faith in her older brother, and thus he was one of her most trusted sources of advice.

"What do you think of the Morahti we encountered?" she asked.

"Hmmm..." her older brother paused for a moment, looking thoughtful, "I would think if they'd been hired by Ithillin's crown they'd have been forbidden to take slaves. There is much to be said about them, but Ithillin's people still worship the same goddesses as we do. At the very least I can't see Ithillin's King just allowing mercenaries on their payroll to engage in an abomination."

Velvetica nodded. Ithillin was their chief rival, one that had been testing them greatly as of late as it seemed like open conflict may be looming ever closer. But at the same time, she doubted that mercenaries engaging openly in slavery could be in the employ of the crown.

"Perhaps someone operating without consulting their King?" she asked, "Or perhaps without caring for appearances, if nothing else."

"Mm, maybe..." Elroy was still pondering the possibilities, when he suddenly looked past Velvetica, "Ah, I think there's someone here to speak to you."

Velvetica glanced back over her shoulder, and immediately recognized the nem merchant.

"Lady Lirrah? Is there something you wanted to talk about?"

@Octo

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

I figure a decent comparison would just be like a Gundam vs a grunt mobile suit. In a straight matchup the AUG armor outfights the MA 90% of the time, skill probably comes into account, and some rarer jumbo MA might be trouble, but generally they must rely on numbers or tactics to overcome an AUG team.

@vietmyke

@Senhara: This is exactly what I had in mind, mass-produced MAs don't stand up to a decent AUG on average.

As for speed, again, it's kind of hard to compare(especially since I'll admit my experience with older-gen Armored Core is less hands on then my experience with AC6).

Something like CATAPHRACT would probably have to be sort of a special attachment you can bring rather then something your AUG is constantly equipped with and would need some serious drawbacks to keep it from being too overwhelming to work with as a GM.

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

@Silverwind Blade: You're fine at where you at, like I said comparisons are something I kind of struggle with sometimes so I only made one because I was asked. ^^;

And yes, upgrades are intended.

The RP's probably going to launch this weekend, by the way!

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

@Sanity43217: A quick lookover says probably not.

@Senhara: This is always something I have a bit of a hard time putting into words. ^^;

While I'm not yet finished with my second playthrough of AC6, I think Sixth gen isn't a bad comparison overall.

The Maids Guide to Demon Hunting

"... Tch."

Eyes narrowed, Elizstrazia folded her arms. In all honesty, she was somewhat disappointed that there wasn't a fight. She'd have loved an oppportunity to crush a church representative. But, deep down, she supposed that it wouldn't be suitable for their duty. And she wanted to crush that demon possessing the woman almost as much at the moment.

Besides, it was an excellent way to show off her superiority and resplendence.

"It's simple, church dog, I think even you might be able to understand it," she replied with a scowl, "We made a deal, and in exchange I'm going to show them all just how much better I am at their job."

Her lips parted into a grin.

"Afraid I'll show you up? Hmm? A scale demon is bound to be superior to anyone else, after all," continued Elizstrazia, "Really, why don't you watch as I do your job for you?"

Even if it wasn't in a fight, she was still going to prove her superiority.

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Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

@vietmyke: Looks good to me!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

The sound of battle began to die.

Fanilly lowered her blade at her side. It was stained black from the curse abominations and the hounds, and crimson from the blood of the Golden Boars.

The clash had come to its end, at least mostly.

Fanilly gulped in air, slowly becoming aware of the bumps and bruises she'd sustained over the course of battle. Even though she was fully armored, it didn't make her entirely impervious to such things. But it did prevent her from taking more serious damage in many cases, and that meant that anything she had sustained could wait. After all, some minor throbbing in her limbs was nothing compared to what others could be suffering.

"Attend anyone who has been wounded," she called to the healers, her breathing still heavy, "That includes any seriously injured prisoners. They should at least live to stand trial."

But, naturally, the knights would come first if anyone had been hurt badly enough.

Fanilly stepped forward, her eyes travelling across the battlefield and falling upon Sir Fionn, Dame Amy, and the Boar Commander. But it didn't look like the outcome of a winning duel in the least...

"Ah... Clarice, come here, now!"

Their enemy was clearly using curses, so whatever was happening, then maybe...!

"Hey?! Don't just order me around, you're not my-"

There wasn't any time to just wait for her to complain, the Knight-Captain grabbing the curse mage by the wrist and practically dragging her along behind her.

The Boar Commander was in a terrible state, blood dribbling from his mouth and nose, even from the corners of his eyes. When he tried to speak, more flooded from his throat.

"H... have you been able to get anything out of him?" Fanilly asked, hesitatingly, as she stood by the man. His armor was entirely undamaged. It was easy enough to put together that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Hmph," complained Clarice, "I'm not just a toy you can simply drag about, you know! I killed dozens of those ugly piggies, at least you can-"

She cut herself off when she realized what everyone was looking at.

"... Tch, that's a powerful curse," she commented, "A really nasty one, too, but for it to be this effective when the Caster isn't around it has to be somewhere on him."

She stepped forward, peering over the Boar Commander's Armor. He could no longer speak, but when he realized what Amy was doing-

A pale face. No, perhaps a mask? A blank white mask, with a single eye inscribed upon it. Wide, staring. There were no visible eyeholes or any other features. Indeed, it was surrounded in nothing but an inky blackness.

And then Amy's mental vision was filled with red.

The Commander gave one last gasp as blood poured from his nose and mouth.

He was gone.

"... Too late," Clarice said with a scowl, "It was on the back of his armor, a curse attacking his insides and breaking them down. Whoever did it probably planted it there in secret. Hmph. I would have done it with my fetch, that's a lot more charming."

Questions about what Clarice thought of as charming aside, Fanilly's shoulders slumped for a moment before she turned towards the half-demon.

"Dame Amy, the healers will be able to attend to you soon," she began, concern on her features when she noticed the mage's injured state, "But first, did you see anything recognizable?"

It was their best chance at locating a culprit.

---

The final curse abomination slumped. The last, fiendish burst of energy the converging curses had given it was at its end.

But as they escaped from its frame, its body was clearly unable to handle the sheer outpouring of malignancy. Unlike the other abominations, it was breaking down, liquifying into a putrid, black, tarry substance, twisted bones left behind.

---

Veilena scowled. Not only had she been called for, but the battle was over, and yet the knights forming her defensive line were not allowing her to leave.

"The Boars have either surrendered or died," the Cazt heir complained with a wave of her hand, "My Knight is in need of assistance. At the very least, could one of you do it?"

She gestured to the battlefield.

Haelstadt, their black armor drenched in the blood of dozens upon dozens of enemy mercenaries, had carefully placed their sword aside and was now on their hands and knees, reaching out.

They were trying to guide themselves back to their head. Unfortunately, said head was now face-down, likely having been kicked at some point during the fight, making the ordeal a considerable and surreal challenge.

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Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

@The World: Okay, while you think your bio suffered for it I think it's way more approachable and understandable now. Accepted.

@DarkRecon: Before I even get into anything in the bio, I need to know the details of the project she apparently comes from. Kind of have to run that by me, even if it's just in PMs.

@webboysurf: This is looking good so far.