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Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

Silence hung in the air for a few moments.

There wasn't a single sound. No birds. Not even the wind. The realm of the Moonlit Queen was dead silent as she acknowledged the confirmation of the manner in which her guardian had been destroyed.

While the growth of her hair had been distracting, there was no way that Fanilly would allow it to pull her attention away from the situation at hand. The next few moments dictated everything, and they were in a place of certain disadvantage. The Fae Realm was entirely under the Moonlit Queen's control, after all.

But there was no real choice if they wanted to negotiate with her.

The silence was practically deafening.

And then---

The Moonlit Queen clapped her hands together, a bright smile lighting up her childish face.

"Really? That's impressive! I thought I did a good job on that one, too," she declared cheerily. Internally, Fanilly found herself letting out a sigh of relief. They were hardly out of the woods yet, but at the same time they had made a step in the right direction, and the Fae did not seem angry.

"I thought it'd have chewed up aaaaaall your guts~" the Moonlit Queen added in a cheerful fashion. Her child-like looks and demeanor only made the situation all the more surreal, "But I guess not~"

She shrugged.

"... Why, though? Do you want to stay with me?"

That last question felt heavier. As if the edge of a knife had just been sharpened.

Fanilly tucked her hair back as best she could and stepped forward. Her heartbeat threatened to rip its way through her breastplate, but now was no time to hesitate.

They had to be clear.

The negotiations had to begin.

"We're here to bargain, Moonlit Queen," she began.

The fae tilted her head, curiously, large, black eyes shimmering.

"Bargain? For what?"

Fanilly took a deep breath. This was the moment that could determine the success or failure of their mission.

The way in which this unpredictable, supernatural being replied to their goal.

"For the return of Duke Thedric's wits."

The silence returned.

This time, however, a small frown had found its way to the Moonlit Queen's lips.

After a few moments, she crossed her arms, and much like a petulant child she looked away.

"No."

The Knight-Captain stared blankly for a few moments. Just an outright no? Immediately?

"Bu---"

Before she could continue speaking, the Moonlit Queen cut her off.

"No! That... big, stupid idiot---!"

A breeze started to rise, now. It rattled the branches of the distant, black trees.

"He doesn't deserve to have them back. Hmph. Acting like he doesn't have time anymore..."

'Acting like he doesn't have time anymore'?

Fanilly took a deep breath. She was hoping that the Moonlit Queen would have been more interesting in the idea of a bargain, but at the same time---

Maybe---

This wasn't unsalvageable?

It seemed as if the Moonlit Queen's reason for taking the Duke's wits had to do with some sort of perceived slight and past relationship, at the very least.

"Moonlit Queen," she began, sucking in a deep breath between words as she attempted to choose them wisely, "I won't waste any further time. What could we offer as a wager to make you consider returning his wits?"

The fae girl didn't reply immediately, letting out another huff, her arms folded over her chest.

When she finally spoke, however---

"There's nothing. After all, you'd have to offer me a wager just as entertaining as watching that big mean dummy prance around without his brains just to get me to think about it. Can any of you even do that?"

She turned to face the knights once more, leaning forward with her hands on her hips.

"What can all of you even do?"

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

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Ruined Inn

---

Both of them.

It's not just me. Both of these people are from another world. I'm guessing my own world, but I suppose isekai where people come from different universes do exist. But, it's not as if anything they said makes it sound as if they came from anywhere but somewhere like my world, so there's no reason to assume otherwise.

Obviously, we can't just stay here. Even without taking into account the shambling figures who look worryingly like they're some form of undead, it's an abandoned warzone out there. There's smashed up storefronts and palisades, who would ever think this is a good place to settle down?

At the very least, focusing on that is helping me ignore my current situation. If I don't think too hard about every single part of my new body, then I'm probably fine for now.

Maybe.

Probably.

In any case, going out on the streets too fast is a stupid idea.

"I'm Yu---"

I cut myself off abruptly.

No, no way! I'm not letting these people know yet! I can barely face the truth myself, how will I deal with two other people I just met knowing what my situation is?!

Absolutely, absolutely not! I can't use my real name here!

"S-Sephily. Call me Sephily."

Ah, jeez, I hope neither of them have read Elf Mage...

"A-anyway, going out on the streets immediately is a stupid idea," I try to move on quickly, in hope that no-one thinks too hard about how I introduced myself, "This looks like an inn, doesn't it?"

I guess it's not the word spawn point in another world, if you're ending up in a former warzone.

"There's probably lots of supplies here, and maybe even some gear left behind if we're lucky, so we shouldn't just rush out without taking a look first."

That means checking outside before doing anything el---

... Hm.

Was that staff there before...?

I've only just noticed it.

It's probably not made of gold, that would be way too heavy, but it's certainly a gold-colored metal. Smooth and shiny and ornamental, topped with a large blue crystal and resting near a dusty dresser.

No matter how you look at it, that's a mage's staff, isn't it?

---And this outfit...

...

---If I can do magic, that'd at least make up a bit for the situation. A little.

"... L-like this!"

Okay, so I doubt anyone else will be lucky enough to find something of this high quality, but at least it's a sign maybe! The knight guy has armor already, after all!

I reach out, and---

Mage staff, get!

One more thing to help me focus on anything other than my new body!

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

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Forest Shrine

---

As the three newcomers to this world introduced themselves and spoke to one another, very little seemed out of the ordinary. The forest was lush and verdant, so it was only to be expected that it would be filled with life. The chirping birds sang to one another, the light breeze caused the leaves to rustle---

It was a peaceful feeling, and a peaceful location.

A few small birds with red breasts and dark wings alighted where the raven had stood moments ago, peering curiously down at the unusual trio for a few moments. Exactly what went through their minds was hard to guess, of course. But it was clear they were wondering just where these unusual figures had come from, if nothing else.

Something scraped against a tree again, and the birds took off, disappearing into the forest across the clearing just as quickly as they appeared.

It was a little easier to hear it, now. It was certainly something dragging across tree bark.

Perhaps it had come a little closer?

And there it was, once again.

It was definitely closer, now.

Perhaps it would have been easier to miss, before.

But now that the birdsong had suddenly ceased, the scraping was quite audible.

Along with it was another sound. A distinct thud-thud-thud-thud, faint at first but growing louder.

Something was walking through the forest.

And it was getting closer.

@Raineh Daze@FujiwaraPhoenix@Pyromania99

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

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Ruined Inn

---

Okay.

Calm down.

Take a deep breath.

Think rationally.

This is a fantasy world, and it's not a dream. That much is abundantly clear.

At this point, there's no choice, is there? I thought these sorts of things could only ever happen in fiction, but actually experiencing it before my eyes makes it clear that assumption was wrong.

The only possible explanation is that I did, in fact, die when I fell during the emergency landing. That I was given a new body in a new world.

To put it simply, I've wound up in a genuine isekai situation.

There's not exactly another explanation for it. I clearly remember my original life, and I have no memories of any prior existence in this world. I can remember faces of people I know. I can remember the emergency landing clearly.

Undeniably, this is me. These hands move when I move. Every motion I make, the cute elf girl in my reflection follows. Every little twitch of my facial expression.

Seriously?!

I was isekai'd and I ended up as a girl!? Why?! Why did it have to be the most awkward possible outcome?! How am I supposed to deal with this?! The mere fact that this new form is exactly the sort of girl that I'd like---

Someone just spoke behind me.

Erk.

On one hand, it's probably not for the best to be alone in a potentially dangerous new world when I have no idea what's going on.

On the other, I would really have liked a bit more privacy to come to grips with this new body.

But that's going to have to wait. There's no reason to hesitate any longer, I might as well turn to face the person who just spoke to me.

---

She's not a human. She's certainly made to look like one, but I can see those jointed figures. She's like some sort of moving bisque doll, complete with a frilly, fancy dress. And of course, she's taller than I am by quite a bit.

Is she someone else in my situation? It's not like becoming something not normally considered to be alive is unheard of in isekai. Or is she native? I have no idea. I don't know how to even start asking.

On top of that, someone else just showed up too. He's armored from head to toe, and seems completely lost.

That makes it more likely he's in the same predicament I am, at least.

Well, probably not exactly the same...

This is seriously a fantasy world. I'm seriously a tiny elf girl.

From my slender limbs to my small, frail frame, my pointed ears, my long hair, my smooth skin. This is really me.

I can't have a breakdown. I can't freak out in front of these people. I'd look completely insane. It's not like they know what's going on. It's not like I want them to know what's going on.

"... A-and you're a doll," I manage to stammer, in a dull and useless response towards the. Ugh, I'm totally freaking out. I can't hide it well at all. My hands are shaking. I'm breathing unevenly. My heartbeat is hammering.

I'm trying not to think about every aspect of my new body and how it's different from my old one. I'm failing that task.

I suck in air deeply, and try to clear my head, my gaze briefly drifting out the window.

...

There's a few things I missed before. There's fortifications on the street, some of them having been smashed open. A lot of the buildings have been broken into too. The streets so signs of some overgrowth and disrepair.

But worse then that---

There's bones. Shambling figures and bones.

On top of everything else, of course I couldn't be isekai'd to some kind of peaceful starter town. It's the aftermath of some kind of warzone, and I don't like the look of the wandering shapes out there either.

I take another deep breath as my attention returns to the other two.

I don't know how to answer that question about my identity. Who would ever want to be open about this kind of situation? So I'll put that aside for the moment.

What's going on here?

"A-as for what's going on, I don't know any better than you."

I managed to at least speak a full and coherent sentence that actually contributed to the conversation. Go me. You're doing such a good job.

Erk.

"H-how did you get here?"

It's a blunt question and I can't say I didn't ask it clumsily. But sometimes being blunt is the only option. I can't see any other way to broach the subject.

If they're also from a different world than this one, then at least I'm not the only one. If they're native, then maybe they can tell me what's going on.

And why we're in a place like this.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin

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Forest Shrine

---

Out of everywhere someone could awaken after quite literally dying, a pleasant forest clearing surrounded by nature wasn't exactly the worst. As the trio awakened and got their bearings, they would be continuously serenaded by the song of various birds, and the gentle breeze and warm sunlight would provide them with a rather refreshing environment with which to come to grips with their situation.

To put it simply, it could obviously be worse.

The ruined building was definitely some kind of place of worship, though so long abandoned that it barely resembled a coherent structure at all.

Far above them, one one of the tallest remaining peaks of the ruins, a single raven alighted and peered down at the unusual set of people below with its shiny, dark eyes. It seemed quite curious about these people who just appeared from no-where. It's not as if that happened with any kind of frequency, so perhaps it was only natural for one of the local animals to be confused.

It let out a single, sharp caw, before taking flight and flying off and away from the ruins.

Aside from that, nothing in particular seemed out of the ordinary.

There was a somewhat distant scraping now, like something dragging along a tree, but that was probably just some kind of animal.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Raineh Daze@Pyromania99

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

---It worked.

It had taken so much effort, from all of them working together, but the barrier had shattered and Leviathan's attack had been interrupted.

That was all that mattered. From the very edge of defeat, they'd managed to grasp the strand of hope and hold on, together. They'd managed to give themselves the opportunity to claim victory.

That was it.

Robin couldn't let herself slack off now.

She sucked in a deep breath. She'd tried to blind Leviathan already, and it had worked for a few scant moments. That was clearly what Esben was working off of when he made his request. She'd already been moving before he finished speaking, pouring as much power into her legs as possible to reach her goal as swiftly as she could, light flowing up the edge of her blade.

---Wait, are those grenades?!

Elaine had already acted, using her weapon to smack the explosives right towards Leviathan's face, in hopes of hitting her all the harder. Robin sprang backwards, trying to give herself a bit more room in hopes of avoiding the blast.

Wait, wasn't this a good opportunity?

Raising her spada, feeling magical energy surging over its edge once more, Robin loosened a bolt of light towards Leviathan's face. The moment the smoke from the grenades cleared, she'd get a blast right to her eyes!

Another Life in a Fantasy World (Invite Only)

Ah, jeez...

I wasn't exactly excited about going on a plane ride to the US, but my friends though it'd be a great time for me.

It does make me wonder why they didn't come along too, but right now, I'm pretty glad they didn't.

I'm pretty sure everyone else is going to be okay though. The sound of something going wrong was pretty bad. Probably the scariest experience I've ever had in my life. The oxygen masks dropping down didn't make it any better.

But it turns out our pilot is pretty capable, I guess.

He's gonna land this thing with just one casualty.

I'm not quite sure how it's ended up like this, but this angle that I'm falling towards the wall at is pretty bad. I can't even figure out why I'm so calm.

I don't want to die.

But right now, I don't think there's any other way that this can end.

... Man.

I hope Takeo-san can finish that game he was working on. The version he had me test was already pretty fun. Chisato-chan's already getting some work as an up-and-coming voice actress, too. I bet she'll go pretty far.

There's a lot of things I want to do, still, so I think I'm actually pretty angry.

But---

---

Ruined Inn

---

---My face feels warm.

Huh.

That's not what I was expecting.

What was I expecting? My mind feels a bit jumbled, and I can't really catch up on my own thoughts.

Wait.

That's right. The plane was going down. Even if it looked like everyone else was going to be okay, I sure wasn't. I probably broke my neck or got a fatal head injury or something.

Even if I lived, I don't think I'd be feeling warmth on my face. At least, not consciously.

So was I actually okay?

I open my eyes.

That's sunlight, coming through a nearby window. That must be why my face is so warm, huh.

I lived!

That's pretty awesome, I guess I worried too much about the fall! This must be a hospital bed, then, since I'm sure I still got hurt. It sure doesn't feel like one, though.

In fact, I've got no pain at all. If anything I feel pretty great. Did I dream about a plane crash or something?

But this isn't my room at home. The ceiling's too rundown for that, and it's made of wood. That's definitely not what a hospital ceiling would look like, either.

It's way too shabby.

Come to think of it, the air is incredibly stale in here too. Couldn't someone open a window?

I sit up.

While that's a good sign, it makes the light shine in my eyes even brighter. Ergh...

I shut my eyes to give myself a moment to adjust.

When I reopen them, and look out the window---

Hold it.

I rub my eyes to try and clear them. Maybe I'm imagining things. Maybe I really did hit my head.

But there's no way.

The rooftops outside aren't anything like the ones back home in Japan. And they're not like anything you'd see in America, either.

Those crumbling rooftops look exactly like the sort of architecture you'd expect from a town somewhere in Medieval Europe. It's not like I have first-hand experience, but plenty of games I play have that sort of aesthetic so it's not hard to recognize.

I can feel everything. This isn't a dream, that's for sure, but how... what...?

Wait a second. When I rubbed my eyes, I saw my hand for just a moment---

Did it look different?

I quickly look down.

The outfit I'm in is cute and feminine. A white shirt and a blue skirt with some kind of cape.

Is there some kind of a pervert with a crossdressing fetish around here, attacking people in their sleep?!

To begin with, there's no way I'd look good in girls' clothing. Takeo-san could pull it off, but I'm no-where near feminine enough. I'd look ridiculous. Putting that aside, I'm not interested in crossplay at all!

...

But that's...

That's not what's going on, is it?

I look at my hand again.

This delicate-looking skin.

These slender fingers.

This thin arm.

Is this really my hand? Am I knocked out and dying after the emergency landing?

---I can rule that out almost immediately. Everything is too tangible and too real. I can feel the rough sheets, the soft clothing on my skin.

But why are my arms so small? Why do my thighs look like that, with those white socks clinging to them?

"What's going---"

I freeze.

Then, in a barely conscious action, my hand flies up to my throat.

My neck is thin and smooth.

What just came out of my mouth isn't my voice.

That's the exact kind of voice I'd expect out of some kind of super cute elf mage character. In fact, it's the exact sort of voice I was hoping Sephily from The Elf Mage Doesn't Approve would have once it got an anime adaptation.

I can feel a sinking sensation deep in my stomach.

There's no way, right? Reality doesn't allow for such ridiculous things to happen, right?

I place my hands to my face.

Smooth. Slight features. Soft cheeks.

The closest thing I have to a mirror right now is the nearest window, so I can only barely make out my reflection.

But that's all I need.

The face looking back at me is a cute, pretty blonde-haired girl's, with long pointed ears and blue eyes.

---Ah.

There's no doubt, this is all too real to be a dream.

And yet what I'm looking at is totally, completely impossible. There's absolutely no way something so ridiculous could occur in the real world.

At least, not the one I know.

"EEEEEEEEHHHHHHH?!"

I can't contain myself any longer.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Crimson Paladin@Rune_Alchemist

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Forest Shrine

---

Whatever the last world had left them with, where they found themselves now couldn't have been further from it.

The light breeze would wash over their skin, accompanied by the gentle warmth of sunlight shining from above. The clearing was mostly filled with grass and other smaller plants, but their surroundings were fairly thickly forested.

The sounds of birdsong and the rustling of leaves could be heard from all around them, filling their eyes as they awakened. It was a thriving, lively place.

And yet not untouched.

For the structure they awakened within was undeniably not a natural one. Even if the worn rooftop had fallen in, even if the grass and vines had grown up and through it, flowers blossoming within the structure from around them, there was no question that it was once some kind of manmade structure.

Its nature was obscured by its age.

But the worn pedestal and the broken stone statue perhaps indicated some sort of place of worship.

Exactly why they had all awakened in an old, abandoned shrine of some sort in the middle of a dense forest was difficult to explain, but they were all there nonetheless.

@FujiwaraPhoenix@Pyromania99@Raineh Daze

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

Lisette Faalvar

---

Ugh, the weather here---

I haven't been anywhere so utterly hot and dry before. I've certainly experienced plenty of undesirable conditions, but when it comes to the weather this is definitely an entirely new and an entirely displeasing experience. However, I'm not about to let it stop me from carrying out the duty I have received.

What kind of Follower of Stendarr could I possibly be, if I was dissuaded by unpleasant weather?

---Albeit I still want to complain about it, just a little.

What a strange group this is.

It's hardly common to see a minotaur in a situation like this. I can't even say I'm entirely pleased by it, but if he genuinely wishes to serve and do good then it's difficult to argue with him regardless of his bestial looks. No matter the Empress's eccentricities, I doubt she would have allowed such a being into her service without certainty in his capabilities and his willingness to serve.

A fellow knight, though her origins differ from my own, is a welcome sight to say the least. I hope she isn't foolish, but at least I have some certainty in the idea that she is willing to pursue a just cause. The idea of approaching the Fighter's Guild, or something similar, is quite clearly the best way forward, at least.

"I think it's quite difficult to suggest a better option then pursuing the local fighter's guild, or equivalent thereof," I begin, leaning forward, "Not only can we earn some money---"

Why do we need to have so little in the first place? Hmph.

"---But we can also assist the locals with potential threats. Honestly, you'd have to be a fool to think otherwise."

I do not approve of either of the elves' demeanors, though if I had to select one who stood out to me as less pleasant it would be the Dunmer.

At the very least, her attitude does suit her proposed cover story.

The Dragonguard seems to be an honorable fellow, at least.

The Elder Scrolls IV: Cyrodiil

"Ah---!"

I can hear the whizzing of the arrow through the air, even as I move forward. I can feel it disturbing the stillness around me, hurtling just past my head. I don't know if a single arrow could pierce the defenses cast on me, but I really don't feel like finding out.

The zombie I was able to cut through pretty easily. I honestly don't doubt that this incredible piece of work in my hands could do a pretty effective job of cutting through bone, I need to make sure they come apart as much as possible.

The zombie at least had some kind of semblance of needing a head, but I don't think something that's been worn away as much as a skeleton would.

---Not that I know much about undead, but it's just my guess.

Before the first of the nearest skeletons can fully raise its weapon, I push forward, using my weight behind the swing of the blade. I want to use my movement both to knock the skeleton apart as much as I can, but also get past the other and get closer to the one with a bow. I don't know just how many arrows I can take, so surely I should deal with the archer skeleton as fast as possible!

Blades of Iron Roses: An Anime-Inspired Knight RP

"---Ah."

Fanilly had done it just on instinct, primarily. She'd seen Lady Gertrude in potential danger and done the first thing that had come to mind in order to protect her. So, admittedly, she may have been somewhat rough. If that was the case then obviously she regretted that particular fact. But even so, it was difficult to see how she'd acted incorrectly.

Even if it was plenty clear Lady Gertrude was difficult to deal with, she didn't want her to get hurt either. She was working as an ally, after all.

"I apologize if I was too rough," began Fanilly, quietly bowing her head, "But I don't think I was wrong. I don't want you to be harmed."

Not only had she proven to be valuable in a fight, but she'd effectively been entrusted to their care by her mentor. For those reasons alone, without even thinking about anything else, wasn't it only right for her to do everything she could to keep her safe?

What kind of Knight-Captain wouldn't do such a thing?

She briefly glanced at the strange, beautiful tree that now stood in the clearing.

Their path forward was so close, now. They just had to find a way to break through.

---

As it turned out, it was closer than Fanilly could ever have expected.

After fighting a Gannek, Sir Gerard, Sir Rolan, Dame Yael, and Sir Caulder had met with a powerful fae(apparently, the Moonlit Queen's sister?!) due to their intervention for the sake of a pair of Aessyr. Through this chain of events, they'd been granted a method to penetrate the fae realm and treat directly with the Moonlit Queen.

She'd described it as a key, but it appeared more like a swirling green-yellow-blue light that was now floating along beside Sir Gerard. Fanilly thought she could smell the scent of rain when she came near to it, and the closer it came the warmer the air had felt, like a pleasant spring day.

Lord Arken was rather irritated they were not going to prepare any further, but he'd cast some layer of defenses against fae manipulations over them regardless. Ultimately, they still had no real choice but to negotiate within the Fae Realm, but the defenses he'd implemented would ideally shield them from anything more severe long enough to at least withdraw and regroup.

As Knight-Captain, Fanilly would have to take partial lead of the negotiations with the Moonlit Queen, something that made her heart pound especially fiercely. But it was only correct simply due to her position of authority.

Aside from herself, Sir Fionn would also take a direct and prominent role in negotiations due to his experiences with the fae. This was their best chance as of now.

They had to regain the Duke's wits.

The sphere of light that was the 'key' simply had to be presented to the right location. It was found with relative ease, a ring of conspicuous mushrooms standing just beyond the new tree that had formed from the body of the wooden serpent.

The air twisted before her eyes, warping and collapsing in on itself. Then it spread, revealing a white void and---

Snow crunched beneath her feet.

It was the first thing Fanilly became aware of on arrival. When her gaze drifted downwards, there was no questioning it. That was indeed snow, covering the ground.

And yet there wasn't even a hint of chill in the air. If anything, it was pleasantly, mildly, warm.

And yet there was snow.

There wasn't a single star in the sky above. It was dominated, entirely, by the enormous moon.

But this wasn't Mayon's domain. The sight of the moon was normally familiar, and conforting, but the white sphere above had an alien quality. It was perfectly smooth, unlike the surface of the moon that normally showed clear shapes, and the light it emitted seemed far colder despite the warmth of the air.

The place that had emerged into was largely clear, but a few pitch black trees stood nearby. Further away, they grew denser, a forest of black trees with white leaves.

The air itself felt strange against her skin, tingling ever-so-slightly.

This was the Moonlit Queen's Fae Realm. This world was already an impossibility. A contradictory place of warmth, yet coldness. Fanilly hadn't exactly known what she should be prepared for, and yet somehow she hadn't imagined this realm of Monochrome contradictions. She almost felt off-balance, disoriented, as she attempted to take in her strange new surroundings.

Had she had a dream like this, once?

This place felt like some sort of strange, surreal place that could only be envisioned when one was sound asleep. The snow and black trees seemed to stretch on infinitely, and the Mayonless moon was far too large.

Did she feel anxious? Or comforted?

Cold? Or Warm?

Was it all of these sensations at once?

Her mind almost seemed to swim---

"So these are the intruders."

From behind them was a deep, male voice, and Fanilly couldn't help but instinctively place her hand to the hilt of her blade as she turned.

It was an exceptionally tall figure, human-shaped and wrapped in a black cloak. From what could be discerned of his shape, his height of at least three meters was the only thing that marked him as inhuman---

Until one looked at his face. For the figure had the head of a raven, black feathers and black beak, dark eyes regarding them with a lack of emotion.

The beak parted.

"What shall we do, milady?"

Fanilly's fingers clenched at her blade. Even in this Fae realm, where the laws of the world were dictated by the unseen Moonlit Queen, it was hard to shake the idea of fighting this surreal, dreamlike figure.

"Hmmm...~"

The next voice was far more playful, the voice of a girl.

She stepped out from behind the raven-headed man, cocking her head.

She was the size and shape of a young girl. Her skin was not merely pale, but white as the snow that surrounded them, though it faded into black on her lower arms and legs. Her sleepwear-like clothing was white, with black fringes and a black ribbon, and she wore no footwear. The snow was undisturbed by each step of her bare feet. The antler-like horns extending from her forehead stood out against the pitch black, spiked crown. Her large, shining eyes, too, were black, almost like those of some species of moth. But perhaps most striking was the girl's hair. Her exceptionally long tresses trailed upon the ground, pristine despite this and at least twice as long as she was tall.

"My my, what shall I do, indeed~?"

The girl's playful voice betrayed not the slightest hint of malice as she leaned forward, her eyes scanning over the knights.

There wasn't the slightest doubt in Fanilly's mind. Despite her childish appearance, this had to be the Moonlit Queen.

"You destroyed my guardian, didn't you?" she commented, cocking her head curiously as she did, "That's the only way you could get in, so don't be silly and try to lie about it~ Which one of you struck the final blow?"

She didn't sound angry. At least, insofar as Fanilly could tell.

But she didn't want to take the chance of her singling someone out.

"Y... you must be the Moonlit Queen," Fanilly began, stepping forward and removing her helmet "As for your guardian, it was our collective effort that---"

The fae girl frowned.

"I wasn't asking about that, you know," she cut the Knight-Captain off, "... Hmm... you have lovely hair, don't you? But you have it all tied up, you're hiding it..."

She snapped her fingers.

Fanilly wasn't entirely sure what happened. A tingle ran up her spine, and her scalp suddenly felt exceptionally warm. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but at the same time----

"A-augh?!"

Her hair.

It had burst free from its braid, and was now rapidly growing, pouring down her back. Her blonde locks swiftly reached her hips and then grew further, shimmering in the Mayonless moonlight as they plunged towards the ground.

In a matter of seconds, Fanilly's hair was now just as long as the Moonlit Queen's, a playful smirk crossing the fae girl's lips.

"Wh-wh... wha... I..."

For a few moments, Fanilly couldn't articulate herself, grasping weakly at her newly-grown hair. What? How did she do anything like this? Why... so long...?!

"Now, I just want to know~" the Moonlit Queen continued, "Which one struck the final blow~?"

The Elder Scrolls VI: Sentinel

• Name: Lisette Faalvar
• Gender: Female
• Race: Breton/Nord
• Appearance: Exactly what quirk of ancestry lead to Lisette's very short stature is difficult to guess at, especially given her partially Nord family line. She stands far shorter then most of her peers, at under five feet in height, with dark hair styled with blunt bangs and a tight bun. Her blue eyes are rather sharp, but she still has a rather youthful appearance. Her slim figure is typically clad in blue when she isn't wearing armor.
• Personality: Fittingly given her capabilities, Lisette possesses a particularly fiery and aggressive demeanor. Despite her short height(or perhaps because of it) she tends to display a rather irritable attitude in most situations, being rather sarcastic or dismissive to her peers and tending to admonish them more harshly then necessary for perceived failings. Despite this rather acidic personality, Lisette still deeply holds certain beliefs in her very core. Chiefly, that those who are strong should protect those who are weak. That those with power should use that power to achieve good. Indeed, her aspiration is one that strives for justice, and punishing the wicked. That being said, her extremely stubborn nature can be both a blessing and a curse in this regard. She will never stop and will never compromise when it comes to the destruction of evil and the salvation of those in need, but by the same token her acidic and irritable nature is only exaggerated by her stubborn behavior. She can be difficult to deal with. With that being said, Lisette's admonishing comments are declarations of an individual's stupidity are at least partially influenced by a desire to prevent them from doing what she sees as foolish and thus a form of attempting to help them. Deep down, despite all appearances, she does care for others. Her pursuit of justice is entirely born from this care.
• Brief Backstory: An girl orphaned by a terrible incident involving daedra, her initial desire to join the Vigilants of Stendarr was spurred by a desire to prevent anyone else from suffering the same fate. This is almost certainly want prompted her dedication to her task, and it is this that carried her through her training. Lisette dedicated herself completely to destroying the wicked and protecting the innocent, and excelled in wielding a warhammer despite her small stature. Her early missions as a Vigilant were simple and required dealing with relatively low-level threats, but as she grew in capability she was able to undertake more complicated and dangerous tasks. Even an incident in which many of her fellow Vigilants perished or became corrupted ended by her hand, and she proceeded to pursue a number of other high-level threats including a bizarre case of vampiric infestation beneath a certain city.
• Equipment: An large, enchanted warhammer that releases a fiery blast on impact. By using her small size and its heavy head, Lisette can use particularly mobile and aggressive attacks. She also carries a steel sword as a sidearm with a weaker flame enchant that simply causes the edge to burn. Her armor is composed of shining, silver plate and dark purple cloth.
• Skills: As noted previously, Lisette's skills lie primarily in offensive combat. She is highly aggressive and mobile, using the weight of her hammer as an asset rather than a hindrance to almost hurl herself forward at her opponents. She also uses some destruction spells, entirely fire-based, and has minor capability for healing spells.