Post by Basch fon Ronsenburg on Oct 26, 2011 9:59:26 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"My motivation an oath I've sworn to defend
To win the honor of coming back home again
No explanation will matter after we begin
Unlock the dark destroyer that's buried within"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"I am Basch fon Ronsenburg, guardian of Princess Ashelia."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I was born... sometime in the spring, 36 years ago. I was born in Landis, part of the Archadian empire, in Ivalice, though I call Dalmasca my home."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"While I enjoy the company of beautiful, intelligent women like yourself, my first duty is ALWAYS the protection of the princess."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"While magic has its place in weakening my enemies, my blade is my closest ally."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Hmph. As I said."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm roughly five feet eleven inches tall."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Being a Knight of Dalmasca, and the captain to boot, means I've had to keep my physical fitness in its peak, so I've got very little actual fat on me. Every bit of it is muscle."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I've been told my typical non-com clothes remind my friends of Bhujerban Sainikahs, and honestly, I can't say as I can tell the difference. As for where I shop? Uhm... usually where-ever isn't going to bog me down in choices or cost."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Basch fon Ronsenburg."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Since you seem so interested, I might have to keep you in mind for my rest periods."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Do I like anything? What is this, some cheesy want ad? I like my privacy, first and foremost. Princess Ashelia is kind enough to understand that. I also am thoroughly perturbed when things aren't kept completely in order. The slightest bit of chaos and disorganization drives me crazy.
"While I may appreciate others who are as dedicated to keeping their word as I am, it is a source of much annoyance on my part when they give their word knowing there's no way they can keep it, or worse, no intention at all, without even the PRETENSE of trying.
"Course, when one of the plans I've helped devise goes right, it's a good day all around, not like when something screws up that I should have seen coming. That's another source of annoyance for me."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits? Not really, unless you count the fact that when I give my word, I mean it. As for secrets? I have... had a brother many years ago, one I don't tell anyone about for good reason."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I live by a code of honor only my fellow Knights have ever managed to understand. My honor and word are everything to me, and while I realize not everyone can live that way, I expect the same honesty and integrity from others. And while I am dedicated to the preservation of the life of Princess Ashelia, I make sure to take some time for myself whenever I can."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I don't know about all that..."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Slow down, and don't get in over your head, girl."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My father was Landisian, my mother Archadian. I grew up with my mother raising me, at least until Archadia attacked."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"That's going to be a problem, then. My mother, and my twin brother Noah as well, died when Archadia swept through Landis and pushed on to Nalbina and further. Don't know about the princess, she tends to... reserve judgment initially."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Well, after Archadia invaded Landis, I went to Dalmasca, where I joined the Knights of Dalmasca, ending up as Captain before I even knew it. Of course, I devoted myself to protecting King Raminas, and then his daughter Princess Ashelia. Somehow... I don't remember how, but King Raminas died, and I was left the sole protector of the princess."
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Might want to have that checked. If you'll forgive me, I really should catch up to the Princess."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Drake
age. 24
rp experience. 10 years
rules. Read em forward, backward, and sideways from Sunday. But honestly, why would I want to cast Thundaga? I'm a MELEE person!
rp sample.The wind whipped through the central courtyard, sending hair flying and ruffling the clothing of the royal party. Basch followed a few discrete steps behind them, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked. His armor, though it showed some signs of wear, was positively spotless, and the blade he carried hung bare against his back. His walk was easy, slow, measured, keeping him exactly fifteen feet behind Ashelia and the rest of her entourage without seeming obtrusive.
In truth, for his size compared to the rest of the group, he was rather adept at fading into the background. But whenever he was needed, he was adept at suddenly seeming to materialize, even though he used no magic to do so.
This made his job and oath to protect Ashelia much easier, as no one realized he was there until he had them slammed against the wall with a sword point to their throat.
He picked up his pace when Ashelia glanced back at him. “Yes, Highness?” he said quietly, his arms falling to his sides as he did.
His eyes followed hers, taking in the small group of minor dignitaries watching with interest as they walked, and moved ahead to place himself between them and Ashelia's group, the set of his shoulders more than enough to ward them off and make them think twice about approaching.
He shook his head. The princess had enough to deal with with her kingdom having been disrupted by this... these recent events, whatever they might have been caused by. She didn't need minor dignitaries from the new neighbors bothering her too.
The group moved quickly, passing through the courtyard into the council chambers, where Basch took up his position behind and to the right of Ashelia's chair, remaining silent as the councilors began to converse and discuss what should be done about those selfsame neighbors.Another Drow fell to the crushing head of Slade’s staff, as a fourth had his throat ripped out by one of the Celestial Hounds. Slade’s face was tear streaked, and his voice cracked as he roared a challenge. “IS THIS THE BEST YOU’VE GOT?!” He snarled, taking the head completely off the shoulders of another Drow.
A voice hissed out behind him. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone has a death wish. Let’s see if I can grant you that, dear Slade,” the voice said, as a full blown Erinyes materialized out of nowhere behind him, and slipped a blade under his leather armor, sliding it full length into his back.
Slade cried out when the blade pierced though him, a blood flecked cough breaking from his lips. He reached back, pulling the blade out of his back and coming around to face his ancestress. “You WITCH. Not only did you harm Fara, but you forced her to harm me. For that, death is too good a punishment. But as the gods are no longer around, I’ll have to take care of your punishment myself,” he said, and whirled the blade around his head, a nasty black flash emitted from it as he whirled and brought it down at her head.
She smiled, and nodded. “Good boy. You’ve accepted step one of your punishment. You can’t kill me with that blade, and you can’t release it until you kill me. And as long as you hold that blade, you will kill EVERYONE you get close to,” she said, hissing softly as the blade stopped mere inches from her throat. She laughed. “And since you will never be able to kill me, you are MINE now,” she said, watching as Slade’s hair went from white to ebony black, and his eyes resembled deep, bottomless pits.
Slade grunted when the blade stopped, and he snarled. “Damn you, Arianathas.” He swore, and the blade pulled back, and he snarled at her. She didn’t see his staff coming in from low and right, slamming into her knee with a resounding crack as the blade was held poised over her.
She screamed when the staff shattered her knee, and lunged on her good leg, her claws scoring deep gashes across his chest, severing the ties that held the armor on. She smiled, her claws still buried in his muscles. “You’ll find that even with that blade in your hand, even OTHER weapons will be hard pressed to kill me,” she hissed, her breath washing over his face, nearly making him retch on her.
He winced when her claws dug into his chest, and then the staff slammed into her chest, sending her staggering backward several steps. “Let me put it this way, wench. You could have threatened me all you wanted me, and I wouldn’t have cared. But when you harmed Fara, the only woman I’ve ever really loved, that made it PERSONAL. And I don’t take to personal insults,” he said, the staff coming around again to slam into the side of the Erinyes’s head.
She let out an unearthly scream as she crumpled to the ground, the side of her head caved in. But the blast of dark energy that shot from her as her last breath expired carried with it every bit of her malice, making it every bit as deadly as a true weapon. When she finally crumpled completely, so too did Slade, his eyes closed, his body slowly becoming soaked in blood, his blood.
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Slade shook his head. "Those damnable fools," he said, tossing the letter back to the table. There was a ring as he slid the rapier back into its scabbard, glowering down at the armored soldier at his feet.
He walked out of the house, giving a whistle. A jet black stallion came trotting up, tossing his head. "Sima, good friend. It's time to ride. Vengeance is ours," he said, and mounted the horse, digging his heels into its flanks.
He rode hard for several hours, not stopping. But he pulled up short when he heard a scream, a scream that shook him to his bones. He snarled. "NO! You damn fools! This time, you'll find you turned on the WRONG TIEFLING!" he snarled, and charged down the line of soldiers stretched across the road, barring his way.
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He knelt before the female's bloody body, pulling the blade from it, tears rolling down his face. "Dammit. How could... how could this happen?" He shook his head. "Anela, I'm sorry. This won't happen again. I swear, I'll never let another person I love die alone."
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Several hours passed, and he finally moved, pushing himself up, staggering out of the tunnels, heading for the only place that he knew of where he could get help. The Keep…. And Fara.
Yeah, that's REALLY easy to miss.