I everyone my name is treasure sawaraki and Am new here I just wanted to share a bit of what I can do.... I can create battle script for BRP or an introduction script in a BRP here's an example of what I meant, I'll write a battle intro for you to know what am trying to say....
࿐ ⏤͟͟͞͞ Footsteps echoed throughout the precint, with them carrying an enlightened resolve. The distant crunch of twigs and writhing leaves cut short the tranquility that had immersed the foliage. A figure emerged amidst the obstruction of shadows. Their enigmatic construct a testimony to the ever-changing politics that had ensnared his world. Not only did resolve settle as weight on his back but, with it entailed a sword, carved with blacksmith precision.
The blade adorned with frantic design, stood firmly within its scabbard on his back. It was not a mere sword but it's nature encased a beast, awaiting it's awakening, hence it's given name was Darkstar. a blade that does not await, but carves it's own path. A single chain stretched from the hilt of the guard, served as both a pusillanimous symbol to writhe his foes and a physical constraint that ensnared it's wielder in an everlasting bond. Upon its intricately forged guard was emblazoned a conspicuous, unblinking eye, radiant and foreboding, as though it bore witness to the past, guarded the present, and foretold the perils of the future with an otherworldly vigilance. Mechanical in its meticulous smithing, the blade was more than mere steel—it was a masterwork of gears and ingenuity, serving as a key of unparalleled precision; a key that did not open doors but instead unleashed the feral fury of the caged beast within, a tempest of raw power bound no longer.
The thick foliage gradually dissipated, and the scorching rays of the sun begun to scatter, the moon now beginning to assert its dominion over the battlefield as he continued on his path. The bearing of the landscape shifted with unnoticeable remark, as the battlefield floor was replaced by pebbles, indicating a clearing ahead. As the figure moved with effortless grace, he shattered the constraints of the oscillating trees, their restless dance parting like curtains before his stride. The dense canopy gave way, unveiling a clear opening bathed in light—a sanctuary untouched by the chaos he had left behind, where the air was still and the promise of freedom loomed ahead. However, freedom was not what awaited him as he now found himself amidst the presence of another figure. They were etched firmly within the expanse, seemingly expecting an arrival. KENJI stood rooted in place, his stance tense yet curious, as his gaze shifted deliberately toward the emerging figure. His eyes, alight with a mix of caution and intrigue, traced every detail of this newfound presence, the air around them thick with unspoken questions and the faint hum of anticipation.
He could feel the reverberating aura they casted, veiling the vicinity with poised stillness like a predator awaiting its prey. KENJI's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, his grip resolute as he unsheathed the blade with a smooth, deliberate motion. The weapon gleamed in the light as he brought it forward, planting it firmly in front of him—a steadfast declaration of readiness, his posture exuding both caution and unwavering determination. He did not know the true intents of this entity, but regardless of its true nature he stood guard, ready for a possible exchange of blows.
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