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Should I assume I'm the only one here that plays DSIII on the ps4?
Alaric's swinging barely stopped when the last of the guards had been felled or surrendered, he'd even cut down two surrendering guards without realizing. He wasn't exactly merciful to begin with but he wasn't going to continue executing them merely because they weren't worth wasting time on.
By the time he came down he realized the tiny captain of the Iron Roses was under attack by a pair of people that actually looked important. Closer to the one in steel armor, he made that one his first target. He held his hammer just under the head and braced with one arm to charge, a short murmuring brought flames to his hand that spread rapidly across him to envelope him in a cloak of fire. With that he charged, bringing his shoulder down to ram into the steel-clad man, the flaming cloak wearing off just after the impact to see him following up with an upward strike with his hammer.
Ian's ears perked up "ah, thank you, I'll be sure to come by later when this is over" He sat back in his chair and relaxed, seeing how Gillian was intent on watching the pancake guy. He noticed that the princess was still a bit on-edge from the attempt on her life earlier...and that absolutely nothing happening in this room was helping, well almost nothing, the pancakes did probably help a little.
Since stories of her father's near death weren't likely to help her mood Ian stood up and walked over to her, reaching up to put a hand on her shoulder and gesture toward a chair "say, Eliabelle, earlier you said you wanted to meet some of the Rose knights right? I'm guessing you've meet some of the others but I don't think we've spoken yet. My name is Ian, your highness" hopefully he could get her mind off of her death...or her family's
By the time he came down he realized the tiny captain of the Iron Roses was under attack by a pair of people that actually looked important. Closer to the one in steel armor, he made that one his first target. He held his hammer just under the head and braced with one arm to charge, a short murmuring brought flames to his hand that spread rapidly across him to envelope him in a cloak of fire. With that he charged, bringing his shoulder down to ram into the steel-clad man, the flaming cloak wearing off just after the impact to see him following up with an upward strike with his hammer.
Ian's ears perked up "ah, thank you, I'll be sure to come by later when this is over" He sat back in his chair and relaxed, seeing how Gillian was intent on watching the pancake guy. He noticed that the princess was still a bit on-edge from the attempt on her life earlier...and that absolutely nothing happening in this room was helping, well almost nothing, the pancakes did probably help a little.
Since stories of her father's near death weren't likely to help her mood Ian stood up and walked over to her, reaching up to put a hand on her shoulder and gesture toward a chair "say, Eliabelle, earlier you said you wanted to meet some of the Rose knights right? I'm guessing you've meet some of the others but I don't think we've spoken yet. My name is Ian, your highness" hopefully he could get her mind off of her death...or her family's
<Snipped quote by Raineh Daze>
Another nana disappeared...
So the grandson carries a cage...
He ever has his cage...
And nana's never coming back...
So come into the cage, and become nana's shade!
I murdered that cage so many times before I realized it was trying to tell me something...
That depends on where you are
Since that flaming hammer is his only ability other than his actual spell would it be easier to just make it enchanted to help with that?
@Zetsuko: I just realized his hammer isn't enchanted in any way. He'd need spells to do what he's doing in that case, which requires casting them. ^^;
I thought that a simple spell to augment a hammer could be cast quickly
Alaric's attention was quickly brought to the guard that screamed inside the crypt. He looked up to to see a small knight swiftly deal with said guard before shouting "Iron roses! charge!", a command followed by the knight he'd passed outside beginning as assault on the guards responding to the alert.
'so these are the Iron Roses' he thought to himself as they began to make fairly short work of the guards. looking through their forces he noticed one particularly small one with a big sword. It wasn't the blade that got his attention, no, it was that she was an undead, he's seen more than enough of those kind to tell, corpses pretending they still walk the earth, the filth. He could hardly imagine an order stemming from the lover of the goddess he so revered resorting to such things just to bolster their ranks. He pushed aside his anger for now as, given the circumstances, it could wait.
It made things easier anyway, with the Iron roses fighting through the guards he was able to simply begin walking through the crypt past the conflict intent on heading straight for the necromancers. At least until he caught sight of the defenses being set up further on by the guards. While letting the Iron Roses take on the guards for him made his mission easier, he wasn't intent on waiting for them. So he hefted his hammer, flames igniting through the designs engraved on it's head as well as radiating from his eyes to make his appearance more intimidating, and with a vicious war cry he charged. The suddenness and speed of his advance left only the time for a single bolt from a crossbow to be loosed at him, being deflected of his shoulder plate.
He first smashed his hammer upon one of the set shields, a blast from the impact destroying it and sending shrapnel back toward the guards that had set it. He continued straight through where the shield had been to get at the rest of the defenders, his strikes blowing bodies and limbs apart. At one point he struck his hammer along the ground to send a small wave of flames at a guard out of his reach, incinerating them, before continuing his rampage.
The short discussion of books was sidetracked by the sudden groping of the court mage's rather bountiful bosom by one of the knight, who was then run out of the room by the appearance of some guy through the window who offered pancakes and stories after leering at just about every female in the room.
Ian just shrugged at the whole thing and, with the princess occupied by calming down the embarrassed mage and hearing the pancakeman's stories, made his was over to Gillian and took a seat beside him asking "hey, um, would you mind if I borrowed that copy of yours sometime if your not using it? I would like to finish my read of it"
'so these are the Iron Roses' he thought to himself as they began to make fairly short work of the guards. looking through their forces he noticed one particularly small one with a big sword. It wasn't the blade that got his attention, no, it was that she was an undead, he's seen more than enough of those kind to tell, corpses pretending they still walk the earth, the filth. He could hardly imagine an order stemming from the lover of the goddess he so revered resorting to such things just to bolster their ranks. He pushed aside his anger for now as, given the circumstances, it could wait.
It made things easier anyway, with the Iron roses fighting through the guards he was able to simply begin walking through the crypt past the conflict intent on heading straight for the necromancers. At least until he caught sight of the defenses being set up further on by the guards. While letting the Iron Roses take on the guards for him made his mission easier, he wasn't intent on waiting for them. So he hefted his hammer, flames igniting through the designs engraved on it's head as well as radiating from his eyes to make his appearance more intimidating, and with a vicious war cry he charged. The suddenness and speed of his advance left only the time for a single bolt from a crossbow to be loosed at him, being deflected of his shoulder plate.
He first smashed his hammer upon one of the set shields, a blast from the impact destroying it and sending shrapnel back toward the guards that had set it. He continued straight through where the shield had been to get at the rest of the defenders, his strikes blowing bodies and limbs apart. At one point he struck his hammer along the ground to send a small wave of flames at a guard out of his reach, incinerating them, before continuing his rampage.
The short discussion of books was sidetracked by the sudden groping of the court mage's rather bountiful bosom by one of the knight, who was then run out of the room by the appearance of some guy through the window who offered pancakes and stories after leering at just about every female in the room.
Ian just shrugged at the whole thing and, with the princess occupied by calming down the embarrassed mage and hearing the pancakeman's stories, made his was over to Gillian and took a seat beside him asking "hey, um, would you mind if I borrowed that copy of yours sometime if your not using it? I would like to finish my read of it"
@AtomicNut I...don't see how...
@AtomicNut I'm actually confused as to how I'm messing up...whatever it is I'm messing up. Alaric is highly unlikely to try and protect Fanilly.
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