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So far, so good. That was his thought, concerning the city. No signs of goblins anywhere; not their disgusting odor, their perverse tracks nor any of their gut-wrenching violence anywhere. But for how long? So far, so good... for now, thought the Goblin Slayer. He could not remain complacent just because his mortal enemies seemed absent. Nay, he’d never give them any room to spawn their filth here. He must be prepared at all times.

“Hey, you.” His monotonous voice calls out to someone that caught his attention. She looked familiar; rather, those ears reminded him of someone. Her clothes as well... another adventurer? “What were they called... long-ears? Are you one of them?” He was looking for the word ‘elf’ but... this will have to do. He continues, “Not that it matters. A guild. Do you know if any adventurer’s guilds are here?”

#luxidens #so u mean to tell me #that theres a series out there about SAO without kirito #just the girls??#where do i sign up

so, starters! uncapped for now but we’ll see how that goes!

#isola rp ad

sophosian·:

▲ The idea of another realm is not such a foreign concept to one such as Zelda.

For all her knowledge and even first-hand experience in such matters, nothing could truly prepare the monarch to be whisked away from her home so suddenly… And without so much as any memory of the occurrence happening whatsoever. While this in itself is deeply concerning, what captures the princess’s utmost worry and grief is the fact that she must be away from Hyrule once more just as it had began to recover from its recent evil invasion.

So as the cold air brushes against her bare cheeks, the young woman concealed within her black cloak seems to be bothered little by it, her thoughts instead back to where she is immediately needed. Though even if she wasn’t consumed with thoughts of her beloved homeland, the cold is something that has always bothered Zelda very little.

Especially ever since the brunette’s experience in being imprisoned within a dark, lonely and freezing tower.

Unsure of how to proceed just yet, the veiled sovereign seats herself on a nearby bench for the time being, simply observing all who pass her by, as well as her current surroundings. Very little seems to escape her sapphire gaze for as calm as it may seem, every bit of information and notable people (or even objects) is stowed away within the monarch’s memory.

Quietly does she continue her observations until a stranger catches her attention from her peripheral vision. Head turning slightly to get a better look at them, it’s apparent to Zelda that the other had been staring at her while she had been distracted. Though her most of her expression remains concealed behind her scarf, the brunette still offers them a kind gaze all the same.

❝ Perhaps you would like to come and take a seat beside me? I am not adverse to the company by any means. ❞

The stranger in question was an armored man by his lonesome, his expression a void beneath the bars of his worn helmet. He was a newcomer with no name, only called by the vocation he had become infamous for; Goblin Slayer. But this place-- this world, knew not of him. No, it would be more accurate to say that Goblin Slayer knew nothing of this world. Not one thing was familiar to him and that made things... difficult. Once again, he found himself alone as he once was. Where once he didn’t mind nor cared for solitude, now he found himself... like something was missing. So when this cloaked stranger offered him a seat, his veiled face perked up, responding only with a relieved nod.

So he sat there beside the stranger, on the opposite end of the bench, his gaze cast wherever it took him. Silence fell between them, the man not one to strike up conversations on his end. But the silence soon became deafening even to Goblin Slayer. Ah, how he’d grown used to his companions and their voices... “This place...” he finally said, lifting his chin ever so slightly. “This place is troublesome.” That was his only sign of frustration over this whole thing. But his voiced remained a calm reverberation through his helmet despite this, showing restraint on his part. That, or he was simply unable to convey his frustration correctly... “I am... lost.”

#sophosian #i said they would meet #and lo #here they be

Thrown into a new world? Dimensions and rifts, bringing people to a singular point in space? Troublesome, but for one man, it didn’t matter much. Not really. Not when there’s only one thing on his mind. True, he does think of the companions left behind, but his party should be capable without him. He taught them everything he could, after all. For now, he must look after himself. “Hey, you.” He calls out to the nearest person, approaching them with his usual, stiff and stoic demeanor, his expression nigh unreadable thanks to his equally expressionless helmet. A cold, blank stare behind the bars of his visor, he then asks. “The town guild. Where is it? Do you know? Blacksmiths and item shops, where? And... one more thing,” His helmet raised, hate and scorn coming next before he even formed that dreadful word. But he needed to know, and so, he asked this bystander a question that burned within him ever since he got here. “...ARE THERE GOBLINS IN THIS PLACE?“

#isola mini

rules page up

moving forward, i’d like everyone to be made aware of my stance on goblin slayer’s problematic content. hence, a rules page just for that. i’m only here to portray goblin slayer himself in this wonderful panfandom setting. none of the ugly stuff from the series, sans slaying goblins or whatever else, comes with him.

#ooc;

isolaradiale

acting on that reserve, here is Goblin Slayer from the series, Goblin Slayer! app can be found in the /app section of the blog! stats will come as soon as he's accepted!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Goblin Slay… no, you’re getting an actual name. Your name is Ted now.

You’ll be housed in CONDO 428.

You will be given a wooden sword.

– mod altair.

#ooc;#ted...?#no #i'm goblin slayer

thecrazyanimegirl

“I hunt goblins or nothing.”

pretty-panels

nohright·:

“You’ve…never been to a festival like this before, have you?” His slight discomfort in general ever since they had arrived is enough for her to see that. While she opted to not put him under more stress by pressuring him to join in on the activities, it was worrying to see him like this. “When I asked if you’d like to attend with me, you didn’t have to force yourself, you know.”

@drachenlance

“Nay, ‘twas no bother. I wanted to see what they had to offer us for myself.” he said to her in kind, a shrug accompanying his words. “My lady’s company is comfort enough.” She needn’t feel bad on his behalf, but he appreciated the concern nonetheless. A glance at the wondrous displays, and then at the activities being done by the beach. Estinien smiled, pulling a memory from a time before vengeance consumed him. “In the past, 'ere I hunted dragons... yes. My home village would host such festivities... though after that, I admit I have never bothered to immerse myself into something as jubilant. ‘Tis as if it is all new once again.” Then, he turned the question on her. "I suppose you have, then? Being a princess and all, I imagine your presence would have added much to festivals in your home?"

#nohright #isola event #low key flirting with her already

vereisten·:

@drachenlance ⊱ ⊱ 《♥》

A sigh drifts out between parted lips as the bureau chief settles down into a seat near the bonfire. Kicking off her sandals, she unhinges her saber and wooden sword from her hip and plants them into the sand before her. Blue eyes wander and notice a man who had a similar wooden weapon, a lance.

❝ ‘A warrior never goes without their weapon,’ hm? Not even at an event like this; you can never be too safe. ❞

Were it something so noble, but alas the truth was he simply couldn’t let go of the damned thing, despite it being made of hardened wood. But there was truth to her wisdom and Estinien did agree, a slight nod of his head as he watched the fire dance and flicker.

“Aye, though I’ve been told ‘tis makes for an eyesore despite the ongoing festivities.” Not that he cared, of course. He glanced at her sabre. “...Feels as if ‘twould make us bare and naked as a newborn babe should we ever leave our weapons behind. A crippling discomfort, even.”

#vereisten #thank you for the starter!!

lala-y

#ooc;

“Oh, I suppose ‘tis was inevitable. The ocean and the sands call upon our most youthful desires... even I can’t resist the opportunity to lay down my lance in favour of some much needed rest.”

#isola mini

glacinium·:

The worlds worked in funny ways, she had always known that. The gift of the echo, the visions of the past, those were miracles- despite all the pain she had to endure. So when her flesh became Shiva’s, her blood, eyes hair, she knew that life was a funny mistress. And the last time she had commenced such a summon, the last time she ought to do anything, she had not expected any return, nor any haven in the sky for her weary soul. To wake up to something else completely, that was as funny as it got. But no laugh echoed from her lips.

Company would be strange to keep, yet it seemed she was allowed no reprieve, nor any time to linger on thoughts of her sacrifice or the expected outcome.

“As I believed I would stay. ‘Tis likely this world is without use for my circumstances, but it is, as you see, me in flesh and blood.”

“By the Fury...” Estinien was aghast and understandably so. It was no trick of the eye that was for certain. She spoke as she did in life during their travels together. Indeed, even in death she was given no respite, instead taken to an island where all souls of every kind, living or dead as it would appear, mingled with one another. A shared existence, the borders between life and death deftly erased.

Then, silence. Her presence with the living had left him bereft of words, unable to articulate how he felt at this moment. Feelings of regret and shame at his foolishness. It took the dragoon mere moments, but soon he swallowed his pride and bowed his head before her. “Pray forgive this fool, for he was ignorant and blinded by anger. You had the right of it and despite the harsh truth of what we’ve been told by great Hraesvelgr... I still chose blood and paid for it. Yet you saw clearly... all the way to the end. To that, I admire what took insurmountable courage to do what you did for us and hope to one day achieve even a speck of it in my lifetime.”

#glacinium #im so sorry this took forever aaaa

spearwing·:

* . ` @drachenlance ! ‘

A WORLD IN RUIN ! How the legends before them had been told, of a world on fire. From the carnage a new land would rise, the tale of Ragnarok, the demise of life as it was once known. Simply a PROPHECY among the magicians of Ragnanival yet as she gazed out upon the bleak horizon there was no sign of vitality for miles. The Princess knew not of the mythos of this realm yet the destitution felt akin to the violence of Ragnarok. Perhaps, a force just as mighty or even a power far beyond her comprehension.

Amethyst eyes darkened with grief. Grief for a dominion which had met its end here, a people she could not and would not ever meet. ❛ What happened here… What tragedy befell them ? ❜ Openly she muses unable to stand idly in the wake of a cataclysm.

He knew of ruin. Of violence and how tragedy is borne from it. Why, he lived such tales, from his birthplace being razed to the ground with nothing but ash and memories left of it, to his own people’s war against a race that cried for vengeance and justice for their kind. Estinien knew what it was like to be in the middle of such a storm. So to that end, he spoke in kind to the other’s musing.

“And what would you do if you found out?” He said this to her, the azure hue of his armor folded with his arms crossed against his chest. “Would you find the heart of the cause despite knowing so little? ‘Tis a fool’s errand. At least, as we are now.”

#spearwing #FINALLY

lunagony·:

Oh, she did not like his company already.

It took no time for Yotsuyu’s hand to come to rest against her hip, giving the Elezen a rather exhausted once-over. Whoever this was – full of himself though he seemed to be, and seemingly well aware enough of her – she certainly could not say she recognized him.

“I have little interest in the affairs of any supposed kami that may yet linger here.” Although certainly she had little faith still remaining in her, and littler faith still that if they existed here in any form they had any interest in her in return. “You speak as if you know of me, but you are far from Doman.”

“Rubble is nothing favourable to me. For one seemingly so sure of himself, your ‘facts’ are far from correct. It would suit you better to stay silent, Elezen.”

Men usually have this image in their heads when spoken to about a certain person. They keep this tucked the way in their minds till the inevitable shattering of the image created for them by the person in question themselves. But to Estinien, his image of the Doman witch remained relatively intact. That is, on the surface, at least. The wise would dare not assume upon first impressions. “Staying silent ill suits me, my lady,” he shot back in return, her retort rolling off of him like raindrops against shingles as he shrugged. “But you have the right of it. Aye, I know of you. Hard pressed to find anyone on Doma ‘twould dare utter your name with naught but dread and fear steeped in their quivering voices.”

That is, till Doma was reclaimed by her people. A supposed end to the viceroy’s tyranny. “But now you’re here; a foreigner on foreign land. No people to oppress and no castle to retreat to. Mere observation on mine behalf but I stand by it: the rubble suits you.”

#lunagony #this... took forever #forgive me.......

nohreason:

nohright:

To be reunited with her brother makes her feel ecstatic, even more so that this could be considered a chance for him to bond with someone whom she had wanted him to eventually meet. Estinien is rough around the edges, has an attitude that can’t be handled by all, but he and Leo should be able to find common ground with her here to help them along. They’d make the perfect team, no one should stand a chance.

At Estinien’s words does she laugh. “Don’t get ahead of yourself just yet, dear. You must try harder if you wish to win my favor.” She teased but doesn’t keep the topic on that for long. There’s work to be done and it must be done quickly. “We shall call ourselves…Rose’s Thorns. It’s quite fitting, no? Leo and I being the rose, of course, you act as the thorns.” Not too soon after does a pistol materialize in the princess’s hands, no doubt a gift from their strange benefactor. “Right! Beacon setting…how fun.” Choose a point, fire at will, it seemed easy enough.

“Would either of you like to make the first shot? Any place will do, for now, then we may move along.” As she says that, she holds out the gun for either of them to take.

@nohreason·

IT IS A RELIEF BEYOND RELIEF merely to see her, much less have her take charge – not that he is, again, incapable of such, but simply that the act is soothing, in a sense. Leo is well and capable of leading (or so he hopes, prays he’ll never find out), but in this he feels somewhat more comfortable, like the little brother he supposes he ought to consider himself.

This stranger is admittedly raising his hackles a bit, but he’s rational enough to realize that’s just the ingrained distrust he’s always possessed for others outside his trusted retainers and family. If Camilla considers him friend, then he will at least attempt to tolerate the man’s presence. Even if he is glaring at him a bit in the meantime.

<<I suppose that’s a sufficient response for now.>> The subtle emphasis on ‘now,’ he hopes, is evident. He sighs ever so slightly at his sister’s naming choice, unsurprised. <<You would choose – never mind.>>

<<I suppose I’ll take it. Surely this can’t be over-complicated.>> He gingerly reaches for the gun in what was initially an act to display confidence, but… This item is like nothing he’s ever seen before. <<So we simply… point and… yes, of course.>>

He’s not even holding it properly.

@drachenlance·

As predicted, the lady Camilla politely shot down his attempt to tease, to which Estinien responded with a rather amused shrug, as if to say it was worth the shot. He might have earned the ire of her brother, but really, when doesn’t he earn anyone’s ire at some point? But right now, the young prince seemed to tolerate his presence even amid glaring, with Camilla vouching for the dragoon. For now, they had an objective to accomplish.

“And the thorn I shall be, my good rose.” He looked at Camilla as he spoke, then to Leo. The dragoon hung back for the moment to let the siblings decide on their next move. As it turns out, it was to fiddle around with what looked like a firearm, with neither of them looking at it with any sort of familiarity. While it would be amusing on his end, Estinien was familiar enough with firearms, thanks to Ishgard’s revolutionary machinists. To that end, he approached the prince, reaching for the firearm-like device and correcting Leo’s hold on it all without a trace of remorse as he breached the other’s personal bubble. “Lest the prince would want a beacon hit them where they would rather not be, you hold the firearm like so,” he demonstrated, placing the device correctly against the other’s hand. ‘Twas for his own good, reasoned the dragoon. “There. Now your majesty can indeed, point and shoot, aye? Pray, carry on.”

#nohright #nohreason #isola event

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