#fire demon glave

[paper-swirls]

Soleil - Fire genasi barbarian - Commission for @just-a-small-rainbow

[gohe1090]

I realized I’ve drawn many weapons over the years and never really showed them off separately from the charas I put them with~ So here they are! In all their detailed glory ㅎㅅㅎ)9~✨

[r-evasser]

|| @nosac-glave Other vampires, curiosity was what brought Vera right back to Japan. In her time as an undead beasts she’d never found out her full potential. She learned very little from the hands that cradled the beginning of her re-birth and thus she grasped at any resources she could. It dawned on her that there could be different species as multiple cultures had vampires. There was the possibility that they held different traits and desires. She’d actually contacted a few and decided to meet them- thus her adventure. But really, she never thought she would spot that thing that threw acid at her like it was nothing. Albeit they were both in a city in the country Borna lived in.. but small world.. It seemed every time she came to Japan so far she had at least had a glance, an interaction or... well.. the ladder. However, seeing as there was someone else with the woman, she hoped the hostility would dial down a little bit. Especially in the eyes of the public. “Enjoying your day out?” The woman cooed, sauntering her way on over to the pair. “A nice day for a drink, huh?”

[philosophicalparadox]

🖊 🖊 (That means you can pick two!)

Sorry this took so long, it was hard to pick 2 out of 17!

So, I've chosen two are kind of one.

These OC have been around for ages and make a debut in Savages, though they began their journey in a short story I wrote known as Monstra Dei, (Monster of God) which has been discontinued.

These two are Gabriel and Allistar. (Be prepared for long post)

They are husbands, and also pair bonded through a ritual known as Shrouding. Demons don't do this often, because it's a soul binding bond. Should one perish, the other will as well. However it has benefits; as long as one is alive, the other can not die by ordinary means, since they share life energy. This applies to their bodies as well as their souls.

That's important to know for their debut in Savages, because it's the only reason Allistar, a nephilim, is still alive and young after 750 years, well beyond what even Nephilim can usually survive. He has lived so long and is still so young because Gabriel, Kin of Samael in this story, has the ability to freeze the effect of time on anything he touches. (He is also known as Midas thusly) He also feeds his mate with his energy, keeping him young and healthy forever.

But Allistar is not without his scars. He is albino, a rare thing for a rare breed, and his condition causes him constant pain. He is unable to eat as normal demons do and must depend on Gabriel for his very survival. He is functionally blind, as well.

Nonetheless he is a cold but kindred spirit, and has pioneered many tactics in demon healing to ensure the dying and decayed could rest in peace. Kage was once his pupil, and she gets much of her perspective on medicine from him.

Allistar once belonged to Samael, and depended upon his power. Samael in turn used Allistar, who bears the ability to manipulate light, to try and leverage Lucifer, who is his father. Gabriel seen this as a weakness on the part of his own "father", since a demon king should never rely on a slave, and fought him in order to free Allistar. For the second time in all of history, Gabriel won the fight (it was a draw, really, but in Gabriel's mind an opponent withdrawing is the same thing as defeat) and Allistar bound himself to Gabriel after convincing Samael to transfer the seal.

With me so far? Good.

Gabriel is a demon of extraordinary renown, of that there is no doubt. In spite of his appearance, his body was once actually one of Samael's own nephilim, granted to Gabriel in exchange for a favor. Gabriel's ability to freeze the flow of time can only be manifested onto physical things, but that is not the extent of his power. He is a demon which can freeze anything, usually in the form of ice. Ice weilding demons are uncommon, but among them all, Gabriel is king. His relation to Samael allows him some manipulation of space, allowing him to conjure ice or freezing temperatures onto any area of affect within his sight. What this means is that he is capable of summoning ice within the bodies of foes, ripping them apart from the inside out.

Only one suit of armor is thus equipped to defeat him, since normal armor offers zero defense; and Samael has this armor for that exact purpose.

Speaking of armor - the reason Gabriel has such a powerful reputation is because he is the only demon to have ever defeated Lucifer in a fight. He was able to do so in part because of very special plate armor that Haphestus crafted for him using Gabriel's own rib. The part of him within the armor meant Gabriel was able to infuse more of his power into it, rather than himself, basically performing a double possession and dividing the load his body would have to bear by half. Not only that, but Gabriel's armor, graced by the power of Midas, can never tarnish and is always mirror-like, reflecting light based attacks and reducing their damage immensely. However the double possession means that every strike wittles away his life force, chipping away at his soul.

Nonetheless his ability to shroud himself in mirror-finished panels of ice serves as an excellent defense against light based attack, and gives him time to use his weapon: the Herald Spear.

The Herald Spear is a much coveted weapon in the demon world, since it can never dull and perpetually self regenerates any broken parts by consuming and materializing it's master's energy. It also has the ability to change into any non projectile weapon that best suits its master. (Sword, spear, lance, trident, shield, glave, halberd, axe or hammer). Furthermore, while it is meant to channel Gabriel's energy, and is therefore perfect for ice elementals, it will accept any "fluid" energy type and obey/amplify the "Call" or "Herald" of its master 7 fold. This ability, known as simply "The Cry" is suited for 7 energy styles: Water, Ice, Fire, Lightning, Wind, Specter, and ironically Light.

To be clear, here we have a shape shifting weapon that cant be broken, dulled or hewn, which concentrates the energy of its weilder until it can unleash an attack 7x more powerful than normal. There's a reason every demon who wants to be somebody wants it, including Lucifer himself - if he could take it, that is.

As to the demon which inhabits this vessel, well, no one knows their name. But they are usually referred to as Galatine. (Yes, That Galatine from Arthurian Legend.)

As to the personality of Gabriel himself - well if you've ever read the fortune of the Moon tarot card, that's what he is based on, and Allistar the Star. Gabriel is optimistic, jovial, loyal, proud and stubborn, but also wears his heart on his sleeve and exudes an air of trustworthiness and honor. He is basically a knight, in his mind, defending the world's honor from those who seek to undermine her. He is also impulsive and indecisive at times, and is always changing his moral principles to suit the situation at hand, rather than having concrete ideals.

Allistar is cool and calm but respectful and wise. He is a natural leader and rarely ever panics or loses his composure. Unfortunately he's also incredibly static and unchanging in his principles, even to his own torment, unlike his mate, though that is something Gabriel actually respects him for.

Their relationship was a spontaneous, but perfectly harmonious one. And so long as Gabriel stands guard, Lucifer won't touch Allistar; and Samael can not negotiate with Gabriel as long as Allistar is by his side, since they know each other too well. Thus the power couple is left alone and kept well out of the way as often as possible.

;) I am so glad I got that off my chest. Thank you, asker!

[scurpmun]

Alright, malicious thoughts out of the way now: The Deviants of the Fated Four.

Hellblade Glavenus. I faced him a few times with the old group but I still found him really cool. They wanted to make Glave demonic looking and they succeeded. Him using blast alongside fire was really interesting. I kinda find him ok cause he was in Gen.

Soulseer. I first saw him in Gaijin Hunter's video. Can I just say omg it's so pretty. It's fight being one of dodging bubbles but eventually one is gonna touch you. And when it does... that eye flaring up to life. It's an amazing fight that I can not recommend enough.

Elderfrost. Again first saw through Gaijin Hunter... gotta say doesn't impress me... at all... it's just a bigger and older gammoth with a chunk missing from it's Crest and it's legs are covered in Ice. Sorry but not that big an impression. I do like that the chunk missing is because of a Tigrex though.

Boltreaver. Gaijin hunter again and when I saw it. I was ecstatic! I loved base Astalos so I wanted to see what Boltreaver could do! And when I finally faced him. Omg he didn't disappoint. His change from green electrical charge to blue made him pop! And the blackhole... the beam sword from his horn... O M F G! I love him to bits! Easily my second favorite deviant. One does have my heart more but someone will have to ask about them ;).

But ranking these ones

Boltreaver

Soulseerer

Hellblade

Elderfrost

[dthjoey]

She #2

Second entry for Nyx Ulric Week. Hope you all enjoy this as much as I had fun writing it!

Title: She #2 Day #: “I owe you one” Rating: everyone Main Ship: Nyx x oc Summary: Nyx seems to owe a lot of people, maybe in the end that’s not so bad,

@nyxulricweek

DAY 2: CLOSE TO THE HEART

» dedicated to those closest to Nyx

little sisters | traditions | “I owe you one.”

It came out of nowhere.

Nyx’s back had been open as he took on the deamon Kokyangwuti from the front. The spider like demon was drooling as it tried to over take the Glaive. They’d been out for six days so far and he was starting to feel a bit of a strain. It didn't help that on day two he’d pulled something in his back while trying to fight his way out of a little fire trouble.

With the chaos going on, he was surprised he still had his hair.

So now coming to the end of day six, Nyx was slowly coming to the end of his pain tolerance. He pushed himself forward, running for the deamon, from his side he could see two other Glaive members coming to join him. With blade in hand, Nyx let his arm swing back and with a harsh pull, he felt the blade slip.

The dagger shot out, coasting over the deamon’s left side. Tapping off one of the back legs, Cursing as he slumped a bit, he found he couldn't really drag the fight out any longer. Warping quickly to the descending blade, Nyx turned quick on his toes and slashed up the deamon’s abdomen. The beast cried out as it fell forward and the two Glaive members went in for the kill.

Taking a step back, Nyx whipped the bloodied blade on the side of his pants. As he stood, he could feel as if everything was beginning to slow down. The two Glaive members in front of him called out, but he had little time to comprehend. A force collided with his back forcing the poor Glaive down to his knees.

The hiss of the deamon behind him, caused him to roll to his left and gasp as the Alberich, a goblin like creature of a pale purple color with dark long nails, began to slash and hiss at him. Nyx hears a rip as he rolls even harder away, the two Glaive members rushing forward and taking care of the creature. As Nyx lays on his side, he glances up at his Comrades while pushing up the helm he wears.

“I owe you one,” He gasps out a bit as one of them reaches down and takes his hand lifting him up. The two chuckle they pat him on the back and he suppresses the need to hiss.

“We’ll hold you to that one Hero,” They say as they move to fall in line behind him. The glave on the right lifts his helm as he reaches out to touch the flowing purple fabric.

“Looks like it got your uniform,” They bring it around to show Nyx, whos eyes widen and he almost feels like his heart is sinking. This was from Galahd, this was family, this was home.

“Shit,” He hisses as he pulls the cloth close to inspect it quickly. On one of the ribbons, its split in half all the way up to his shoulder. The fraying threads between the two pisces make him mad, but as he hears more fighting drawing near, he pulls the cloth around his neck and makes sure it’s secure before rushing in to continue the fight.

~

After fifteen days the Kingsglaive are allowed to head home. She’s not home when Nyx finally drags his tired body into there little apartment. After stashing his bag, he pulls out his uniform top. The rips in the ribbon are more frayed now and it all makes him frown.

“To much to hope it was a dream huh?” He mutters to himself as he tosses the jacket on the lazy boy. Moving away from it, Nyx strips and heads into the bathroom. To him, right now, a long shower and a trip to his bed sound amazing.

A couple of hours later, she’s making her way into their apartment. She cant help the smile that crosses her face as she sees the lump on their bed, covered head to toe. Setting her bag aside, she frowns as she comes upon the top. The torn ribbons on the back have her frowning and reaching out.

Looking it over, she finds she's smiling. This..this is something she can do for him.

Looking for her small sewing kit, she matches the string as best she can. Taking the top and kit to the bed, she eyes the lump before settling just on the floor. Leaning up against the bed she begins the process to pinning it. Making sure that it’s all lined, even as can be. She smiles as she runs her hand over the soft ribbon.

This ribbon has meant everything to her lover. The way Nyx’s eyes would light as he talked of his sister and mother fondly. Taking a deep breath she sets about threading the needle and focuses all her attention on the task at hand.

With slow even stitches, she makes slow progress. Making sure each stitch is doubled and then crossed over, so it’s not just a patch up job but will be strong for the next time he’s gone.

“I owe you one.” Nyx’s sleepy voice scares her and from the jolt the needle slips.

“Shit!” She hisses as she pulls her finger away quickly, not wanting to get a drop of blood on the already dirty cloth. Looking up she catches sleepy eyes peering at her. He’s laying on his front, his head on the bed looking at her with a small smile on his lips.

She watches as Nyx pushes himself up a bit and reaches out for the injured finger. Bringing it up to his mouth he wraps his lips around it and sucks just a bit. A deep blush crosses over her cheeks and down her neck as he lets it go slowly and lays back down.

“I owe you one.” He repeats once again before pulling his blanket up around him and closing his eyes. The weight of the long mission finally pulling him into a nice peaceful sleep, knowing you were there to watch over him.

[curiouslich]

Aftermath: The Weak Die

The front being held by the Phoenix Guard was a bloody mess to be put lightly. A felscape hell of retreat and terror. The Legion crashed in with their demons before proper defenses could be established. Cleaving through the ranks all they could do was fall back with each demonic advance.

Zanarian’s Green eyes darted over the field. As their front line crumbled the Crushers moved on clearing room for their war machines. Praetorians and Faithbreakers took command of the assault shouting out orders and delighting in the havoc.

“Those shields won’t last much longer, they are going to charge up this hill, and if they don’t that cannon fire will” Running his hand over his face he shook his head. Against his better judgement he had stayed back to defend the healers. Two of his favored among the cabal and a contingent of Light users.

“Enough of this, If someone doesn’t help they’ll be over run. I am not waiting for them to upon us. I think it’s time for a snack.” Sliding off the rock he was perched on he walked over to Mara. A warm smile on his face. “The price is paid my Seer, so long as your heart beats I will keep going.” Leaning down he slid his thumb over her ear before giving her a kiss. First her lips then her forehead. Moving on he marched over the other illidari.

Claws wrapping around the back of Vilesun’s neck Zanarian knit his fingers into his friends hair. Holding his forehead against the ink binder he nodded. Felseared eyes boring into the other man. “Whatever happens, you know my orders.”

“I won’t disappoint Overseer.”

Releasing the man Zanarain nodded a second time. “See that you don’t, when this over gather who you can, we’ll have a party like we’ve never seen.” The joke never seemed to let him down and he smiled at his humour.

Turning to the field he charged down the hill his foot fall became heavy. Each step wider, each landing with more force. Blackened scales spread across his arms as spikes began to reach out from under his armor. By the time he slammed into the first demon he had finished the transformation.

Biting into his first target his draconic jaw clamped down hard on the fel lord. Closing on its neck he wrenched the flesh from the demon and with a spray of blood they hit the ground. Where one now struggled to breath the other was looking for his next meal.

In a battle he never had to wait long. The infernal let out a shriek as the construct greeted him. The lumbering machines were slow. Zanarian had more than enough time to dodge its ‘arm’ and capitalize on the strike. Claws aimed forward he pierced its vulnerable spot. The armor was weak below the chest. It was all too easy to grab onto its core. Pulling back he dislodged the molten center of the beast. With a second shriek it came undone and fell to pieces on the ground. He always liked the taste of Infernal, and with a delightful crunch he devoured the treat.

With the way open his real target was in sight. The Fel Cannons. Each war machine was pointed at a different location. Some near the healers, some at the front, and another at the casters.

The battalion of magi rained spells of all schools on the demons. This of course gathered their ire and as the cannons all changed to put an end to that threat.

With the force of the freshly consumed infernal Zanarian crashed into one of the cannons shattering it in his wrath. Tail flinging out he choked the operator before throwing him like a rag doll at the second cannon. He lived for this, and lept at the next one. In the midst of his wholesale slaughter he barely noticed the darkening of the sky, but the searing smell of fel-ionized air was a give away.

In a battle against the forces of the Legion the unexpected had to be prepared for, and when Baal’s forces marched on the Dawnspire there would be no difference. What was the point of a stable front line when facing aerial superiority.

The cry to look above rang out almost too late. In a rain of fire the green meteors shattered the clouds  With a cataclysmic slam the sphere of stone and fel crashed into the ground. The final moments were here and Baal’s elite guard had arrived. Just as soon as the craft had obliterated the earth beneath it the behemoth inside surged outwards. Double edged spear swinging in wild arcs melting away the lines of casters.

Runes on the monster’s glave shimmered as he sent frost, flames, and lightning back at their casters. Sweeping the spells from the sky he advanced further into their back line.

Giving off a deeply satisfied roar the demon pierced another magi. Hefting their body up on the tip of his halberd he smiled as the weakened mage squirmed. “Your magic won't save you now wurm.” Plated hands clamping down on his target he dragged him forward on the spear until the reddened spike erupted from his back. “Pathetic”

Tossing the corpse aside the Praetorian was only able to react just quick enough. Slicing through a bolt of frozen fel flame he turned on his next targets. A pair of Suncasters one with hair like flowing honey, the other a raven’s quill. “Is that the best the Dawnspire can muster!” To end the sentence he sliced the second volley. Clearly the Dawnwards weren’t keen on talking. Eager to meet the Felravens the demon lept at them.

Glave held high in the air he was on them in an instant. With a cackling howl the Praetorian slashed at the pair. His spear stopped short and he was furious that instead of a clean cut and tattered cloth his blow was halted.

It wasn’t in Zanarian’s nature to protect people. There were only two types of people, the strong and the weak. If you couldn’t protect yourself you were weak, if you were weak you died…

At least that's what he always told himself, but he broke that rule often. Curling his arm he did the best he could to met the slash with his shoulder. Metal met demonic armor with a loud ring.

Dirt ground up over his feet as Zanarian was punished back with the blow. The sound of cracking scales filled the air followed by a wet thud the Praetorian was stopped in his tracks.

Blood flooding his mouth Zanarian coughed up the red fluid. His trio if eyes fell down on the fel steal of the spear.

It was strange to see a weapon sticking out of your stomach. The blazing hot sensation of split skin, the piercing ache of cracked bones, and the sense of what felt like frozen metal drinking in your blood. Though, to his surprise it didn’t hurt. Stumbling in shock Zanarian struggled to keep standing.

The Praetorian recovered far more quickly and went to free his blade from the lizard that clung to it. With a grunt he yanked his hand back, but to his dismay the Illidari insect refused to let go.

Biting down on his inner jaw Zanarian dug his feet further into the dirt. Wrapping his tail around the Praetorian’s arm his white knuckles held fast to the blade. Blood flowing from his mouth he gave a toothy smile. “The~ fuck you think your going~”

Dragging the spear deeper into his gut he knew the plan already. The taste of frozen air was one he had become well acquainted with, even missed it. As the ice began to race along the blade's edge it froze his tail in place around the Praetorian’s arm. The thought that neither would escape what came next was his only solace.

The worst of the ice didn’t touch him. Lovete’s magic merely helped to cement them in place. She was always kind to him, but for the praetorian there was a more sinister result of the freezing. His armor, his flesh, and no doubt his blood all ran cold.

From his dealings with her Zanarian knew that Melanei wasn’t exactly one for mercy… or restraint. With a score to settle with them both the heat of fel was only inevitable.  

Sure enough the air began to crack as it was suddenly sparked ablaze.The bright green was a welcome sign, maybe she would calm down after venting this out.

An Inferno that could probably rival the core of Argus met the iced surface of an instant glacier. The result was a shattering blast that shredded the pair caught in the attack. Thrown to the ground in the violent reaction Zanarian had no idea what happened to his rival demon. No doubt he was in worse shape. As his armor was replaced with burnt skin he would have laughed at the situation if he could manage anything but ragged breaths. Darkness creeping into the edges of his vision his charred head slid to his left. Where he expected to see his arm he found the singed look of what appeared to be his legs.

Before the black took him he pursed his dry lips. “Fffff….”

….if you were weak you died…

@stormandozone @captainswingbeard @sakialyn @jessipalooza

[imagineelrios]

AU where rebellions comes to the imperal dimension while they're in a heated battle and about to die(the imperals are about to die) the rebellions save their own counter part

Runes flash.  Elsword straightens up in alarm, unsure about this new addition to the (nearly lost) battle, until he sees a red-haired boy startlingly like himself striding through a heap of burnt demons’ corpses.

��Hey!” the boy yells.  Behind him, Aisha is surrounded by dark magic from a scantily-clad girl who also looks just like her.  “You okay?”

“Fine,” Elsword lies, forcing himself straight even though every muscle in his body screams exhausted agony.  “Are you-”

“Elsword,” the boy replies.  “Glave did something weird.  I dunno.  Need help?”

And then the tide of battle turns.  All around them, Elsword sees new people drop out of nowhere to help with the fight.  Rena’s attackers are driven away not by her bow and winds, but by the swirling kicks of another elf.  Raven’s blade is supplemented by another man’s flaming Nasod fist, both their eyes burning gold and their teeth clenched in the same expression of concentration.

Elsword turns.  Eve and Chung stand side-by-side, Eve supporting Chung’s tired weight, as a protective ring of black Nasod spears surrounds them and bullets ricochet to kill their assailants.  Elesis’ sword whirls, and fire joins her in a deadly dance, a mischievous-looking girl spinning around with a claymore in her hand.

Ara fights in grim tandem with another Eun-possessed girl.  Elsword stares at this for the longest time.  The other Eun is using dark magic, something that makes Elsword wary, but Ara seems to trust it.

Add kicks and punches as usual, his movements sluggish with exhaustion.  But drones circle around him and slice apart his enemies.  A white-coated scientist floats over the ground, screens circling him, and that distinctive laugh echoing from his mouth.  Lu grins at another small demon, while Ciel looks at his apparent counterpart and just sighs, bullets from Marbas crossing magic that sends waves of terror into opponents.

Even Ain is there, projected swords and flashing divine magic keeping demons away from Elsword’s back.  And beside him fights another priestly man, colored lights swirling around him and constant chatter coming from his mouth.

The other Elsword shrugs.  “Glave,” he says once again in explanation.  “So, uh, should we hash this out later and just kill the demons?”

“Fine by me,” says Elsword, and he leaps back into the fray with Infinity Sword at his side.

[artificersdawn]

A old friend returns.

Landing upon the shores, with constructs in tow.  A single elf stood in center of the small group looking around lost. “ Well fuck, I got the wrong drop off point. I guess I will have to get there by foot.” She said as she looked around. Winding up her long strawberry blond hair, the elf pulled up the hood over her head.  “ Well lets get moving. “ Her voice strong as she ordered the constructs to come and walk inland, going as far as a broken temple leaving footsteps  behind.  This peace was soon lost as she and her constructs found themselves surrounded by demons, first the imps, those were the easiest to get rid of, arcane runes starting to flare up from her covered arms as she soon lifted her hands. “ Units one through five, make a premiter,  Six start charging your arcane beam!”  She yelled this out as she didn’t realize that behind there was a demon hunter that spotted the fire fight in action.  Yelling out her orders as she caught sight of felbats droping from the sky as she noticed the dead demons hitting the ground. “ The fel?” she asked out before looking up and seeing the demon hunter. “ Kill the demons within fifteen meters!” she yelled out at the charging construct.  Her own magic flaring now as she tossed flames so hot they almost appeared blue in the intensity.  Flinging them at the demons that came by and then one upwards towards a felbat that almost knocked the odd demon hunter away.  ‘odd.. he doesn’t use glaves.. and.. it’s more.. feral.. fighting... this is not normal!’  She thought this before tossing another round of flames to the demons.  The fighting continued on for what seemed ages before the flow finally ended,  as the demon hunter landed, she confirmed her own thoughts as the weapons were felflames, and claws. He was not a demon hunter, but who.. his face was hidden, as she stood there before laughing out. “ Thank you for the back up! “ she would laugh out before he noticed the felguard beating one construct into nothing.   The elf charged at the demon before she realized what was going to happen, her own constructs turned to make a circle around her as her own magic started to wrap a shield around her form. Adamaris could only yell out a warning of the construct’s own self destruction. 

The explosion from the construct knocked the man onto the ground, it also left her shaken a bit.  Turning to run after the fallen demonhunter as she reached out to grab his shoulder. Pulling it to get onto his back as she looked then at a pair of red eyes that opened up. Realizeation hit her like a rock,  it was someone, she knew him, Duroxas, one of the few that survived, before she had made herself go missing. “ Duroxas?” she asked softly before leaping at him giving him a big hug as relief washed over her. “ I can’t beilieve you are still alive!  Where have you been?! “  The questions would be responded to, but for now she was happy, one of her closest friends was alive, and a person she had always admired.  She was so happy that he was alive, it was like a wash of relief. 

[dicehoard]

Pen and Paper  Classtalk (Warrior’s)

Time to talk about the Swiss Armyknife when it comes to Roleplaying. The Warrior, is in most Games or Shows carying a Sword and Shield. But they are far from limitation and generic to that. A Warrior is often capable to wear a wide variety of equipment, a class build around Weapon and Armor giving them bonusperks in several Videogames and Pen and aper. there are many subclasses. Knight, Paladin, Dark Knight, Barbarian or Berserk. just to name a few.

Good examples for Warriors are Link from the Legend of Zelda franchise, many Final fantasy protagonists. Lord of the Rings.... the list goes on and on, the Warrior basicly is the posterboy of Fantasy. Charismatic, heroic, a Good leader.and usualy among the rather good or neutral affinitations.

Starting the Adventure:

Usualy starting with just the basics, a light armor above clothing and a Sword, the Warrior maybe lacks a bit in the erarly phase of Pen and Paper, depending on the game they unlock special skills when they level up, so make shure to defense up at the begining. Invest in Weapons and Armor, this is your Butter and Bread. “A Warrior is only as good as his equipment”

Personality’s:

Often portryed as rather stupid or havign an iqlevel of sliced bread due to the skillpoints used for strengh rather then inteligence. Warriros can be quet smart, often havign to in order to use basic magic in battle or for becoming Vanityclasses (Paladin for example). Just becasue you wear a sword you are not a retard, or mute.

Warriortype characters have an easy to write backstory, often following teh lines of “in there Fathers footsteps” or to “defend there hometown/king/country” and maybe “training there skills out in the World”

Among the most used characteristics is a strong sense of guarding the weak, and defenseless, making him a the perfect frontliner, taking a beating from the enemys and letting there friends do the damage. These shield wielding Warriros are called TANK due to a heavy armor and defense skills.

But not every Warrior is a tank, they can get quiet agressive, and leaving just a smear of his enemy on the walls. Hit hard and dont fool around.

Weapons/Shields:

a Warrior has a big toybox to choose from, be it onehand or twohand weapons, going with two weapons one huge oen or carying a shield. all this is up to the player and there preferences.

Some of the Weapons are Sword’s, Axes, Hammer, Mace, Polearms, Glaves, Spears, Flails. you can go on for hours, but keep in mind that knives and otehr small weapons are for scoundrels or mages monks and priests. Why should a warrior wear a letteropener?

The Shields can also among all sizes and shapes , Buckler to wear together with a small Weapon in a hand to go dual wield. the more bulkier shiels are among the Towershields, Big and heavy Walls of Wood and Metal. its big and heavy, remember you can hit with those too.

A warrior  takes his time to maintain his equipment, if you keep your gear in check, it will keep you save when you keep your party save. choose wisely and keep spare, if you play a game with equipment durability. keep it in shape, and teh blades sharp. (no one in a cave will wait for you to hand you a mighty magical blade that shoots lasers)

Classvariations:

alright lets talk about the Flavours the wariors can have. all tasting like the real deal, meele combatiants. carying murderequipment

The Classic one:

there is not much to say about it, realy, if you have read any fantasy novel or played videogames you know them.

The Barbarian:

The Barbarian is the one who carry’s the biggest adn heavyest weapons and heavyest Armor. They are slow Hitters, good for one thing. and that is taking down enemys. Respecting just one thing, Strengh. If they need more then one blow they did something wrong

Paladin:

A Meelepriest in heavy armor? That’s a Paladin. Holy Warriors fighting evil and unrightfullness in all forms. often using Healing, Fire and Lightmagic helping them in a Fight against all Demonic and Undead. (the just dont get along anything shifty) often starting with a squire carying there things around. paladins are helpfull on any position in a pen and paper, be it healer guardian, or fighter. a Paladin is ratehr smart and very charismatic. For a background they coudl wander the world spreading the holy word and scoutign for squres for there order.

Black Knight:

The 180° turn from the Paladin. Dark Knights, Death knights, Warnecromancer, they all share the same thing. They dont fool around, take a delight in torture, and often use Dark magic in combat. “forcechoking” caster, tearing peasnts apart limb by limb to show they dont want to waste time asking. or raising the udnead. because of masochism they rarely carry shields but more likely two weapons. be it axes sicles or swords in most cases. The best word to describe these fellas is “EDGY” Background storys could be searching for mighty artefacts, revenge, or just doing it for the kick. As tool of dark Gods prepairing the world for there arival. or just being Insane.

THE TANK:

The personification of stuborness and unshakable will. Tank’s are there for just one thing, stayign between friend and foe. Specialisation in Defense taking damage. a Tank has a thick armor a thick and big shield and thick Skull. Never giving up, never letting go never gonna say godbye or let them hurt you. Rather Slow in movement but just gonna make a door when they cant find one. a tank is a good choice for roleplayers to start a warrior. mostly the generic backgrouddstory is that they lost somethign or someoen important and wont have that happen again, so they dedicate there life to protect weaker people.

Berserk:

A berserker, raging Beast’s hidden in a humble body. Berserks are known for having a little problem with Angermanagement. they realy dont like to be aroudn crowds, small groups, People in general. A Berserker wears only the most basic of Clothing and rarely any armor. there Weapons are usualy realy Big (Cloud strife big in most cases), or two Weapons, or plainly Barehanded. The Berserk trades defenseskills for even more attackskills, beign the travelguide for a world of pain. Think about Hulk having Hemoroids, rootchanalinfection and a Hangover at the same time. You got the idea now. if they are not angry they dont often speak, among the most used backgroudn storys are being mercenary, or searching for a cure of there illness or curse.

Crusader:

The Crusader is a mixture between Tank and Paladin. Sacrificing charisma and healingskills for a short temper, Defence and righeous Fury. Shadow’s burn away in there presence. as they carry a sigilengraved armor protecting them from evil influence. a holy aura engulfs them, protecting them from enemy magic. usualy wielding along there shild blunt Weapons like Flails, Hammer or Maces. often the elite of a holy order wandering the lands only in the greates of dangers from Hell itself. 

The Adventurer:

Best described as Jack of all trades, but master of non. Okay in all places and scenarios but wont ace in any of it. A fun classvariation. Best friend with the randomised stats Dice.

RACES:

Pretty much any Race is fair game, from a small gnome, to the Biggest Minotaur. from a small girl to the reanimatet King. a werewolf, a demon. it does not matter, anything can be a warrior.

Well. thast all for this time. may the d20 be in yoru favour.

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really digging these lines for a recent commission! 

[elsword-imagines]

Fire Emblem: Awakening/Elsword Headcanons

this is pretty long so be warned

Chrom and Elesis hit it off as commanders. Elesis ends up taking Chrom’s horrible fashion style and and rips off her right sleeve.

Elsword and Lissa bond together over their sibling complexes and endless admiration for their older sibling. Elsword shows Lissa some of his sword moves, while Lissa tries to spar with him. It does not go too well.

Chung and Kellam combine to make one of the most weirdly terrifying teams of “small guys in abnormally big armor”. Chung let Kellam try his Destroyer for once. It doesn’t end well.

Ara learns about Sumia’s flower-petal-charms and totally gets into it. In return, she teaches Sumia some spear techniques. And some clumsiness techniques. They learn a bit of both.  Ara also ends up being Sumia’s pegasus’ favorites, especially since she’s a half fox-demon. It works out somehow.

Ciel and Frederick end up hanging out together because of their combined “i need to save my idiot master from accidentally lighting themselves on fire” jobs. Ciel ends up saving Lu’s ass, and Frederick in turn saves Chrom’s ass.

Lu and Nowi decide to establish their own, two-person “looks like a 6-year old child but is actually hundreds of years old” club. Nowi turns into a dragon and takes Lu on rides, sometimes.  One time Lu summoned Apollyon/Darkness for Nowi to try and ride on. It didn’t really work too well.

Raven (blademaster) and Lon'qu end up talking together, as well as sparring together a lot. They’re both Blademasters, what else would they do? At one point Raven lets it slip a bit about how his fiancé was killed when she was trying to save him. Lon'qu just mutters something about how that’s why he’s afraid/embarrassed around women. Neither of them push the conversation and decide to change the topic to the different swordsmanship they’ve seen so far.

Virion makes the mistake of hitting on Rena, much to her dismay. Wind Sneaker decides to break a few bones right then and there. Grand Archer gets her revenge a while later when she hears Virion bragging about his archer skills, and ultimately wrecks him when they have a challenge.

Eve and Sully don’t really hit it off, per se. But they both get their share of bonding by hitting incredibly stupid people (Elsword/Virion) that they hate.

Add and Henry… Oh boy. Henry ends up toying with Add’s dynamos and Nasod research somehow, and combines it with his ability to summon the living dead Grim and makes quite possibly the worst science experiment ever.  But both are secretly happy to have someone to relate to. Both were kidnapped and tortured child slaves, after all. Combined with their insanity, they become an all-powerful “Mad Scientist” duo.

Gaius ends up hearing about Ciel’s baking skills and starts stealing some of the treats he makes for Lu. Once Lu finds out, though, he’s up for a royal beating. Gaius and Ciel make pretty good buddies, though. Both end up toying with each other’s swords, and Gaius even lets Ciel try out his bow. He’s not that bad with it, and vice versa.

When Miriel first hears about Aisha being an expert mage that’s from another world, she immediately asks Aisha to help her in some scientific experiments. Aisha unwillingly agrees, but gets her share of interest in Miriel’s and the Shepherd’s form of magic - Tomes and Healing Staffs, rather than Mana. Aisha tries using a tome for the first time and sets a tree on fire. Miriel ends up learning some tricks on dimension magic, making it easier for the Shepherds to store their items.

Robin isn’t exactly best buddies with anybody in the El Search Party, but he and Elesis both talk about their share of army experience and war tactics as Grandmasters. At one point in time, Robin gets curious about this Add (Mastermind) “Tactician” of theirs. He soon realizes that he’s just a more sadistic version of Virion that constantly beats him at chess, and doesn’t give a shit about his comrades.

Bonus characters: When Glave first hears about a human - much less, a human merchant - that can travel between worlds and time, he’s curious. But when he meets Anna, he gets a bit annoyed at her cheerful and enthusiastic personality. But, they both get a kick out of over-charging the El Search Party and the Shepherds on various items.

If Naga and the El Lady were to meet, it would be rather formal. Naga talks tales of her blessing her worshippers with the Fire Emblem, and how she used one of her dragon claws to make the legendary sword, the Falchion, which Chrom now possesses.  The El Lady in turn speaks about her control over the great El Shards, and how she had to possess one of her followers - Elesis - to beat a demon.

Perkisas and Grima!Robin would be a strange pair as human-fell dragon hybrids. They’d probably talk about something like how annoying human scum are.