Fire Emblem: Awakening a Dumpsterfire

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 5, 2019

@UbeOne: All of your life you've had strange dreams, ones that didn't make sense to you. Recently, however, you've been having more and more of them. Last night they culminated in an entire life, ending with a loud deep HOOOOOONK. Now you know that you'd been reborn, and as you blink the sleep out of your eyes you remember that you're in a camp about twenty minutes flight from Southtown, and unbeknownst to you, the adventure of a lifetime.

@Roland27: Your entire life you've had an unshakeable sense of honor, one that stems from the first thing you remember; Getting stabbed to death in a mugging gone wrong. Your sense of honor eventually led you to your best friend in this life, a wyvern you named Frost. Having befriended her primarily through sheer stubbornness, she's apparently decided that her new goal in life is to keep you from getting yourself killed. The last few years have also given you more knowledge from your past life, including information about the world you've been reborn in. Information that could help save it. You wake up in your rented bed in Southtown, and hear Frost still sleeping in the stable next door. It seems a new story will be written starting today.

@Sablonus: You wake up in an unfamiliar field, a scythe next to you, and you get the feeling that there's something wrong but you can't remember what it could be. This is going to annoy you now, but there's not much you can do about it in this field. You can see a town though, so you might be able to get some answers there.

@KamenRaidaOOO3: You wake up in your bedroll, already exhausted from what you know about today. You've been preparing for it since you could walk in this new life, and most times someone tried to get you to stop, you managed to convince them not to, though sometimes you had to literally scream at them to do succeed. This led to a very lonely life, though you didn't really care. You have a job to do, and gods damn it you are going to do it. You did manage to make a few friends along the way despite yourself, and they keep asking you to join the Shepards, but you keep telling them that you won't until you feel the time is right. Good news for them, the right time approaches!

@ForgottonFuture:

Arkos · Aug 5, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
@ForgottonFuture:

I take Chrom(how do I know his name?)'s hand and frown as I get up, feeling exhausted.. "Thank you.. I.." I blink, running into basically nothing when I try to remember my name or really.. anything, about me.. though I do have a headache.. "I.. can't seem to remember who I am..." I sigh, before looking myself over.. where my ears pointed before hand? Least I have this nice coat.. and it seems to have some sort of stone in one of the pockets.. I put it back before I notice a glint in the corner of my field of vision, and looking towards that reveals a lightning bolt-esque sword, jammed into the ground blade first like someone stumbled and it went flying.. Alongside a thick, yellow book. "Those are.. probably mine. I think."

Sablonus · Aug 5, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
You wake up in an unfamiliar field, a scythe next to you, and you get the feeling that there's something wrong but you can't remember what it could be. This is going to annoy you now, but there's not much you can do about it in this field. You can see a town though, so you might be able to get some answers there.

Silence. Oblivion.

Light.

The boy sighed, rubbing crust from his eyes as he rose and took stock of the surroundings. Had he been left here? Had he traveled here himself? Questions, questions. He was.. Covered in dirt, for one. His clothes fairly ragged; Patched at certain sections and merely well-worn in others. At his feet laid a farming tool, a scythe of long, crooked proportions. It was taller than he by a wide margin, yet grasping its hilt brought nothing but solace.

Well, solace and the damnable sensation of something at the tip of his tongue, itching at the inner folds of his mind. Wracking his nonexistent memories brought no recompense, yet what else could he do? Propping himself up by the butt of his scythe (The grip fit too well to be anybody's but his), the yet nameless boy began to trudge for the town, smiling. Sitting stagnantly didn't seem like something he'd do, and he trusted that gut feeling.

It was really all he had, at the moment-

Tripping over his own feet, the boy was smeared into the dirt, skidding down the hill's slope as his scythe tumbled beside him. Well, now he had a gut feeling, a sense of indignant acceptance, and a smudged face. The fall hadn't felt out of the ordinary either; Rather, it felt expected. Anticipated. What sort of person was he, that something as unfortunate as this was to be simply accepted? And what was with his mental vocabulary?

Spitting a wad of grass to the side, he groped about for the scythe and shoved it into the ground, pulling himself up once more and rising from the mud with a grin. So many questions; It was almost like an adventure.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
@KamenRaidaOOO3: You wake up in your bedroll, already exhausted from what you know about today. You've been preparing for it since you could walk in this new life, and most times someone tried to get you to stop, you managed to convince them not to, though sometimes you had to literally scream at them to do succeed. This led to a very lonely life, though you didn't really care. You have a job to do, and gods damn it you are going to do it. You did manage to make a few friends along the way despite yourself, and they keep asking you to join the Shepards, but you keep telling them that you won't until you feel the time is right. Good news for them, the right time approaches!

Groan "Why do the birds have to be so loud? Alright, fine, I'm getting up! Damned things are lucky they're too small for me to want to eat them. Now then, which way was Southtown again? Ah, right, this way." I start packing up my little camp (Read: Bedroll and Blanket) and start on my way to my destination, after all, Destiny waits for nobody, and the defiance thereof waits for even fewer...

GM Post

ForgottonFuture said:
I take Chrom(how do I know his name?)'s hand and frown as I get up, feeling exhausted.. "Thank you.. I.." I blink, running into basically nothing when I try to remember my name or really.. anything, about me.. though I do have a headache.. "I.. can't seem to remember who I am..." I sigh, before looking myself over.. where my ears pointed before hand? Least I have this nice coat.. and it seems to have some sort of stone in one of the pockets.. I put it back before I notice a glint in the corner of my field of vision, and looking towards that reveals a lightning bolt-esque sword, jammed into the ground blade first like someone stumbled and it went flying.. "That's.. probably mine. I think."

"Maybe you not remembering has something to do with the hole in the ground you were sticking out of." Chrom says, a bit of a smile in his voice. "In any case, my name is Chrom, the delicate one-" "Don't call me delicate!" "is my sister Lissa, and our companion is Frederick the Wary."

Frederick speaks up at this point. "Indeed, and I suppose it's possible that you lost your memories considering the state we found you in, though I still have my doubts on the veracity of these claims. For now it would be best if you gathered your belongings and came with us to Southtown."

"Well said Frederick, come along, we can figure out your name along the way."

Chrom seems to be the leader in this group, and relatively friendly. Lissa looks like a cheery girl that apparently takes offense to being called 'delicate'. And finally, Frederick. With a title like 'The Wary' it isn't hard to expect him to be suspicious of new people. It seems that you're lucky in that the position you were in managed to make him, based on how we phrased what he said, consider that your very real problem may not be a lie.

Arkos · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Maybe you not remembering has something to do with the hole in the ground you were sticking out of." Chrom says, a bit of a smile in his voice. "In any case, my name is Chrom, the delicate one-" "Don't call me delicate!" "is my sister Lissa, and our companion is Frederick the Wary."

Frederick speaks up at this point. "Indeed, and I suppose it's possible that you lost your memories considering the state we found you in, though I still have my doubts on the veracity of these claims. For now it would be best if you gathered your belongings and came with us to Southtown."

"Well said Frederick, come along, we can figure out your name along the way." Chrom seems to be the leader in this group, and relatively friendly. Lissa looks like a cheery girl that apparently takes offense to being called 'delicate'. And finally, Frederick. With a title like 'The Wary' it isn't hard to expect him to be suspicious of new people. It seems that you're lucky in that the position you were in managed to make him, based on how we phrased what he said, consider that your very real problem may not be a lie.

I shrug slightly before picking up my sword and book, slipping the latter into a pocket before finding the sword's sheath on my back, which I slid it into. The sheath, not my back. "Thank you for your names. Though.. I'm not sure why I was in a hole in the ground. Did any of you three see or hear anything that could have any clues onto or explain why..?" I ask. Damnit if only I knew my name... did I leave any notebooks or such besides the yellow book in my coat, something with my name on it..

I check my pockets again, just to be sure.

UbeOne · Aug 6, 2019

Layla Alya
Morning
Near Southtown
So those were real after all...

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
All of your life you've had strange dreams, ones that didn't make sense to you. Recently, however, you've been having more and more of them. Last night they culminated in an entire life, ending with a loud deep HOOOOOONK. Now you know that you'd been reborn, and as you blink the sleep out of your eyes you remember that you're in a camp about twenty minutes flight from Southtown, and unbeknownst to you, the adventure of a lifetime.

I jolt awake, blinking at that last scene. That was... that was my life before this... all those dreams I had... they all led to that. A fatal car accident with a truck. If I was more detached, I would have called it a cliche, a variant of isekai-hood, but it feels rather fresh in my mind. I embrace myself, embrace my beautiful body, embrace who I am. That life was mine... but so is this.

I'm so glad to be reborn the way I am, a girl in body, a manakete to boot. I even look like Reinforce, too. White hair, red eyes, fair complexion... They say one ought to be oneself, unless one can be a dragon. In this life, I'm a dragon myself, whether in human form (albeit with elfin ears) or my true form. It remains awesome to me, even if I can't stay in my reptilian form all the time. After all, it's like what Jhin said once, we dragons go mad if we stay in it for too long. At least it's safe in short bursts, and it's exhilarating during those times. The flight of my wings, the power of my breath... even the sensation itself of transforming is nice, feeling my scales creeping up on me, my wings and tail sprouting from me...

My family here is nice. My mom's a manakete like me, and a dark knight to boot. She taught me all I know about magic and the dark arts. Uh, we do the good kind of dark arts. We're not Voldemort or anything. My dad, meanwhile, was a wyvern lord, specializing in the flatbow. He was caring too, but unfortunately, he died while I was still young. It was in the line of duty, and up to now, I still miss him... did you know that he made the best pudding whenever he was home?

While I was growing up, I tried my hand at the sword and the bow, like what my parents use, but they didn't really click for me. I had difficulty using them well. Tomes, however... those books just called to me. Their spells came pretty much naturally, and it was so fun exploring what I could do, holding such magical energies at my fingertips. They're really useful too, not only in a fight, but also in daily life. It's why I took up the profession of dark mage, and I hope to become a sorcerer someday.

The village I was reared in was pleasant, too. There was a lack of modern conveniences, yes, but that was mitigated by magic, which provided handy shortcuts. There was also the fresh air, unspoiled by industrial smoke, the all-natural food, and of course, the people. My parents would get together with the neighbors, and I was encouraged to hang out with my peers. It was nice, overall. Even made some more friends here than in my previous life. While I was the only one among us kids who sported pointy ears, that fortunately didn't stop me from being accepted among them.

Though having a long life remains awesome to me, I've seen people come and go, the village changing with the times. And then there's my travels, and not only the ones with my family. My mom encouraged me to go out, to see the world and experience it. I ended up being a journeywoman, drifting about while honing and practicing my craft. My services as a dark mage are how I make my living, and it turns out to be quite lucrative, with many who need its power and/or its utility. It also helps that the seeming abundance of monsters and bandits has provided me with many opportunities to exercise my skills in magic.

And that brings me to this moment, in a small camp of my own, just twenty minutes away from Southtown. Well then, time to have breakfast, pack up, and get going, hm? As such, I do just that, my meal consisting of some of the food and water I still have. It's mostly bread and meat, the latter of which is salted for preservation purposes, but it's still all good. Oh, and I have a cup of pudding, too.

A bit of magic helps me freshen up for the day. Now then, let's see what awaits me on the journey ahead...

Roland27 · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
Your entire life you've had an unshakeable sense of honor, one that stems from the first thing you remember; Getting stabbed to death in a mugging gone wrong. Your sense of honor eventually led you to your best friend in this life, a wyvern you named Frost. Having befriended her primarily through sheer stubbornness, she's apparently decided that her new goal in life is to keep you from getting yourself killed. The last few years have also given you more knowledge from your past life, including information about the world you've been reborn in. Information that could help save it. You wake up in your rented bed in Southtown, and hear Frost still sleeping in the stable next door. It seems a new story will be written starting today.

It seemed today would be the big day of what my older memories had led me to believe were correct. I best wake up Frost and arm myself. Grabbing my lance an anticipated smile took over my face. After all today's enemies would be bandits, the lowest of the low those who pray on innocent who had no chance of victory.

Getting into my armour I began making my way to the stable, my smile turning into something softer at the sight of my trusted companion. Gently patting her head I began the arduous process of waking a wyvern.

"Frossssst wake up, today's the big day come on." She blearily opened her eyes gave a snort before covering her face with her left wing.

Pondering my options a metaphorical light bulb suddenly went off.
Taking an exaggerated stance I began drawing out my words,"Hmmmmm, I guess ill just have to eat the entierty of my bacon all by myself.

Turning around I heard a loud noise that signalled Frost getting to her feet.

Letting out a victorious smile I made my way to the local tavern intent on getting something to eat before the day went to shit.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 6, 2019

Sablonus said:
Darkness. Oblivion.

Light.

The boy sighed, rubbing crust from his eyes as he rose and took stock of the surroundings. Had he been left here? Had he traveled here himself? Questions, questions. He was.. Covered in dirt, for one. His clothes fairly ragged; Patched at certain sections and merely well-worn in others. At his feet laid a farming tool, a scythe of long, crooked proportions. It was taller than he by a wide margin, yet grasping its hilt brought nothing but solace.

Well, solace and the damnable sensation of something at the tip of his tongue, itching at the inner folds of his mind. Wracking his nonexistent memories brought no recompense, yet what else could he do? Propping himself up by the butt of his scythe (The grip fit too well to be anybody's but his), the yet nameless boy began to trudge for the town, smiling. Sitting stagnantly didn't seem like something he'd do, and he trusted that gut feeling.

It was really all he had, at the moment-

Tripping over his own feet, the boy was smeared into the dirt, skidding down the hill's slope as his scythe tumbled beside him. Well, now he had a gut feeling, a sense of indignant acceptance, and a smudged face. The fall hadn't felt out of the ordinary either; Rather, it felt expected. Anticipated. What sort of person was he, that something as unfortunate as this was to be simply accepted? And what was with his mental vocabulary?

Spitting a wad of grass to the side, he groped about for the scythe and shoved it into the ground, pulling himself up once more and rising from the mud with a grin. So many questions; It was almost like an adventure.

About ten minutes, and twice as many piles of dirt that you swear weren't there before, you find a sign on the side of the road, and you learn that you've been heading toward Southtown. The name seems vaguely familiar, so there's a chance someone there will know who you are! Hopefully. You have a good feeling about this though, so what could go wrong?

ForgottonFuture said:
I shrug slightly before picking up my sword and book, slipping the latter into a pocket before finding the sword's sheath on my back, which I slid it into. The sheath, not my back. "Thank you for your names. Though.. I'm not sure why I was in a hole in the ground. Did any of you three see or hear anything that could have any clues onto or explain why..?" I ask. Damnit if only I knew my name... did I leave any notebooks or such besides the yellow book in my coat, something with my name on it..

I check my pockets again, just to be sure.

You don't find anything in your pockets, but you find a notebook titled Robin's Diary in the hole you got pulled out of, though it's caked in dirt, and the pages are ruined, but hey, it's better than nothing! You have a name again! You can work with this! Probably. At least today can't possibly get worse, right?

Chrom notices the look of happiness on your face as he tells you "Well we heard a crash from this direction and decided to investigate, though we didn't find anything big enough to have made the sound we heard. Judging by the look on your face you found something regarding your name?"

Lissa pipes in, "I hope so, it's going to be hard to talk to you without knowing your name." Frederick is silent, though you can tell that he sees the sheer joy you're pretty sure you're displaying.

UbeOne said:
Layla Alya
Morning
Near Southtown
So those were real after all...

I jolt awake, blinking at that last scene. That was... that was my life before this... all those dreams I had... they all led to that. A fatal car accident with a truck. If I was more detached, I would have called it a cliche, a variant of isekai-hood, but it feels rather fresh in my mind. I embrace myself, embrace my beautiful body, embrace who I am. That life was mine... but so is this.

I'm so glad to be reborn the way I am, a girl in body, a manakete to boot. I even look like Reinforce, too. White hair, red eyes, fair complexion... They say one ought to be oneself, unless one can be a dragon. In this life, I'm a dragon myself, whether in human form (albeit with elfin ears) or my true form. It remains awesome to me, even if I can't stay in my reptilian form all the time. After all, it's like what Jhin said once, we dragons go mad if we stay in it for too long. At least it's safe in short bursts, and it's exhilarating during those times. The flight of my wings, the power of my breath... even the sensation itself of transforming is nice, feeling my scales creeping up on me, my wings and tail sprouting from me...

My family here is nice. My mom's a manakete like me, and a dark knight to boot. She taught me all I know about magic and the dark arts. Uh, we do the good kind of dark arts. We're not Voldemort or anything. My dad, meanwhile, was a wyvern lord, specializing in the flatbow. He was caring too, but unfortunately, he died while I was still young. It was in the line of duty, and up to now, I still miss him... did you know that he made the best pudding whenever he was home?

While I was growing up, I tried my hand at the sword and the bow, like what my parents use, but they didn't really click for me. I had difficulty using them well. Tomes, however... those books just called to me. Their spells came pretty much naturally, and it was so fun exploring what I could do, holding such magical energies at my fingertips. They're really useful too, not only in a fight, but also in daily life. It's why I took up the profession of dark mage, and I hope to become a sorcerer someday.

The village I was reared in was pleasant, too. There was a lack of modern conveniences, yes, but that was mitigated by magic, which provided handy shortcuts. There was also the fresh air, unspoiled by industrial smoke, the all-natural food, and of course, the people. My parents would get together with the neighbors, and I was encouraged to hang out with my peers. It was nice, overall. Even made some more friends here than in my previous life. While I was the only one among us kids who sported pointy ears, that fortunately didn't stop me from being accepted among them.

Though having a long life remains awesome to me, I've seen people come and go, the village changing with the times. And then there's my travels, and not only the ones with my family. My mom encouraged me to go out, to see the world and experience it. I ended up being a journeywoman, drifting about while honing and practicing my craft. My services as a dark mage are how I make my living, and it turns out to be quite lucrative, with many who need its power and/or its utility. It also helps that the seeming abundance of monsters and bandits has provided me with many opportunities to exercise my skills in magic.

And that brings me to this moment, in a small camp of my own, just twenty minutes away from Southtown. Well then, time to have breakfast, pack up, and get going, hm? As such, I do just that, my meal consisting of some of the food and water I still have. It's mostly bread and meat, the latter of which is salted for preservation purposes, but it's still all good. Oh, and I have a cup of pudding, too.

A bit of magic helps me freshen up for the day. Now then, let's see what awaits me on the journey ahead...

Your day continues to go well as you walk along, and you feel excited for what's ahead. Then, however, you remember something your mother told you, "Whatever path you choose, try not to tempt fate, okay sweetie?" You're not sure why, but the fact that it came to mind while things are going well fills you with a distinct feeling of unease... Well whatever happens you'll probably be able to handle it, as long as you don't have to do so alone.

Roland27 said:
It seemed today would be the big day of what my older memories had led me to believe were correct. I best wake up Frost and arm myself. Grabbing my lance an anticipated smile took over my face. After all today's enemies would be bandits, the lowest of the low those who pray on innocent who had no chance of victory.

Getting into my armour I began making my way to the stable, my smile turning into something softer at the sight of my trusted companion. Gently patting her head I began the arduous process of waking a wyvern.

"Frossssst wake up, today's the big day come on." She blearily opened her eyes gave a snort before covering her face with her left wing.

Pondering my options a metaphorical light bulb suddenly went off.
Taking an exaggerated stance I began drawing out my words,"Hmmmmm, I guess ill just have to eat the entierty of my bacon all by myself.

Turning around I heard a loud noise that signalled Frost getting to her feet.

Letting out a victorious smile I made my way to the local tavern intent on getting something to eat before the day went to shit.

It's a good thing that the tavern has an outdoor dining area, because the front door isn't exactly big enough for Frost. The food is good, and you allow yourself to relax a bit, nestled under Frost's right wing. After all, the day hasn't started going wrong yet, right? Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
Groan "Why do the birds have to be so loud? Alright, fine, I'm getting up! Damned things are lucky they're too small for me to want to eat them. Now then, which way was Southtown again? Ah, right, this way." I start packing up my little camp (Read: Bedroll and Blanket) and start on my way to my destination, after all, Destiny waits for nobody, and the defiance thereof waits for even fewer...

As you get on your way to Southtown you eat some of the jerky you'd made last week. It's a damn good thing the stuff keeps as well as it does, though you'll need to supplement when you're done at your destination. Aaand you see some of the bandits from the prologue in the distance. Dammit.

Sablonus · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
About ten minutes, and twice as many piles of dirt that you swear weren't there before, you find a sign on the side of the road, and you learn that you've been heading toward Southtown. The name seems vaguely familiar, so there's a chance someone there will know who you are! Hopefully. You have a good feeling about this though, so what could go wrong?

Nodding to himself with a smile, the boy began trudging into town, idly wiping at the grass stains across his chin. He'd have to keep an eye out, if not for danger, then at least for any recognizable sights.

Arkos · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
You don't find anything in your pockets, but you find a notebook titled Robin's Diary in the hole you got pulled out of, though it's caked in dirt, and the pages are ruined, but hey, it's better than nothing! You have a name again! You can work with this! Probably. At least today can't possibly get worse, right?

Chrom notices the look of happiness on your face as he tells you "Well we heard a crash from this direction and decided to investigate, though we didn't find anything big enough to have made the sound we heard. Judging by the look on your face you found something regarding your name?"

Lissa pipes in, "I hope so, it's going to be hard to talk to you without knowing your name." Frederick is silent, though you can tell that he sees the sheer joy you're pretty sure you're displaying.

Robin..? That sounds and feels right. I nod. "Found my diary, though the pages are unfortunately ruined..." I brush the dirt off the cover and back before sticking it in a seperate pocket from my other book and the weird stone. "My name's Robin.. wish I had a better idea of what gave me my memory loss. Least I know my name now." I smile softly.

"And thank you for letting me come along. Though we should probably get going.." ..Why does the sound of my own voice make me feel so warm and happy..? Another mystery added to the pile of mysteries that I am then.. I'm lucky my gloves didn't get dirt or such under them as well, that'd have been annoying.

Roland27 · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
It's a good thing that the tavern has an outdoor dining area, because the front door isn't exactly big enough for Frost. The food is good, and you allow yourself to relax a bit, nestled under Frost's right wing. After all, the day hasn't started going wrong yet, right? Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Happily munching my breakfast I enjoyed the atmosphere for a brief moment before grudgingly handingFrost two-thirds of my bacon. A promise is a promise after all and I knew she'd get it somehow if I didn't give it willingly. Looking around the peaceful and happy village only hardened my resolve, these filthy cowards won't know what hit em especially with this. Pulling out a golden crystal in the shape of a teardrop I closed my fist around it and began to place it on top of my heart, a brief golden glow outlined my form as I felt stronger faster and far more durable than before, ready to show those bandits who they were messing with.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 6, 2019

I start hastening my pace as I notice that there's more of them than I thought there would be. I can't let myself fail, not again, not when the consequences for it are so dire. However, at my current pace I know that I won't arrive before Robin and Chrom do, so I'll need to be careful not to hit them when I arrive if I decide to go for my bow...

Past this point is GM Post

Sablonus said:
Nodding to himself with a smile, the boy began trudging into town, idly wiping at the grass stains across his chin. He'd have to keep an eye out, if not for danger, then at least for any recognizable sights.

While nothing really sticks out in your memory you do end up tripping over several things, like those flowerpots, and that bench, and that tree branch. You hear a voice that seems vaguely familiar, but also fills you with dread for whatever reason.

"Tess? is that you?" the voice asks and you have a feeling that they're talking to you. However, before you have a chance to turn to face them, a scream rings out, and an arrow flies past your face from your left. When you look there's a man wearing furs holding a bow, readying another arrow. You've stumbled into a bandit attack!

ForgottonFuture said:
Robin..? That sounds and feels right. I nod. "Found my diary, though the pages are unfortunately ruined..." I brush the dirt off the cover and back before sticking it in a seperate pocket from my other book and the weird stone. "My name's Robin.. wish I had a better idea of what gave me my memory loss. Least I know my name now." I smile softly.

"And thank you for letting me come along. Though we should probably get going.." ..Why does the sound of my own voice make me feel so warm and happy..? Another mystery added to the pile of mysteries that I am then.. I'm lucky my gloves didn't get dirt or such under them as well, that'd have been annoying.

"Well it's good to hear you know your name," Chrom replies, as he leads the way to town, "It would be bad if we couldn't find you and didn't know your name. Robin... Sounds foreign, though something feels-" "Chrom LOOK! The town!" Lissa interrupts.

"Gods it looks like Southtown is ablaze!" comes Chrom's exclamation.

"What about her?" Frederick asks almost immediately pointing at you.

"Unless she's on fire too she can wait!" Chrom's answer is just as swift.

"Aptly put milord." with that said the three rush to Southtown, in hopes of saving as many as possible.

Roland27 said:
Happily munching my breakfast I enjoyed the atmosphere for a brief moment before grudgingly handingFrost two-thirds of my bacon. A promise is a promise after all and I knew she'd get it somehow if I didn't give it willingly. Looking around the peaceful and happy village only hardened my resolve, these filthy cowards won't know what hit em especially with this. Pulling out a golden crystal in the shape of a teardrop I closed my fist around it and began to place it on top of my heart, a brief golden glow outlined my form as I felt stronger faster and far more durable than before, ready to show those bandits who they were messing with.

The first sign that something is wrong is that Frost stops eating her bacon. The second is the screaming. The third sign, and confirmation of trouble, is the axe that you just saw fly past your head and embed itself in the wall of the tavern. With that you know, the attack has begun.

@UbeOne: As you walk you smell smoke on the wind, and when you look up from your map you notice that your destination is on fire! Suddenly the foreboding feeling earlier makes sense, it looks like you have a town to save!

Arkos · Aug 6, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Well it's good to hear you know your name," Chrom replies, as he leads the way to town, "It would be bad if we couldn't find you and didn't know your name. Robin... Sounds foreign, though something feels-" "Chrom LOOK! The town!" Lissa interrupts.

"Gods it looks like Southtown is ablaze!" comes Chrom's exclamation.

"What about her?" Frederick asks almost immediately pointing at you.

"Unless she's on fire too she can wait!" Chrom's answer is just as swift.

"Aptly put milord." with that said the three rush to Southtown, in hopes of saving as many as possible.

I chase after them, my mind spinning. What stared the fire? If someone started it, are they hostile? If so, how well armed are they..? "Hey! I want to help!" I call out.. Why are those that my thought lept to? The more I learn about myself the more questions I have... And Chrom and co.. They might have the answers, or at least lead me to them.

UbeOne · Aug 6, 2019

Layla Alya
Morning
Southtown
Put out the fire!

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
Your day continues to go well as you walk along, and you feel excited for what's ahead. Then, however, you remember something your mother told you, "Whatever path you choose, try not to tempt fate, okay sweetie?" You're not sure why, but the fact that it came to mind while things are going well fills you with a distinct feeling of unease... Well whatever happens you'll probably be able to handle it, as long as you don't have to do so alone.

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
As you walk you smell smoke on the wind, and when you look up from your map you notice that your destination is on fire! Suddenly the foreboding feeling earlier makes sense, it looks like you have a town to save!

My eyes widen at the scene. It's on fire! I have to do something about it! While I don't have a water tome with me, I can use the icy aspect of Rexcaliber, and even without that, I can conjure water, just less efficiently. One thing I practiced a lot at is in generating and controlling the elements.

I hurry towards the burning town, my steps brisk and light. Once I'm within spellcasting range, I bring out Rexcaliber and carefully open it. I tap into my magic and the tome's, quietly chanting, letting the warmth of power flow through me. Needles of ice and whips of water are summoned to my side, and with a mental shout of 'Rexcaliber!', they are hurled into the base of the flames. I repeat the casting as often as I could, while keeping my wits about me. I doubt it was an accident. There's a chance of someone starting the fire on purpose...

Sablonus · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
While nothing really sticks out in your memory you do end up tripping over several things, like those flowerpots, and that bench, and that tree branch. You hear a voice that seems vaguely familiar, but also fills you with dread for whatever reason. "Tess? is that you?" the voice asks and you have a feeling that they're talking to you. However, before you have a chance to turn to face them, a scream rings out, and an arrow flies past your face from your left. When you look there's a man wearing furs holding a bow, readying another arrow. You've stumbled into a bandit attack!

He blinked, swallowing a lump as his knuckles tightened across the haft of his scythe. Tripping, falling, general clumsy behaviour; He could deal with that. It could be justified, even. Perhaps his muscles and vision were effected by the amnesia as well? Explainable. Walking into a town now under attack by bandits? Less so. This seemed to be the work of something far more insidious. Something to think on as he searched for that voice.

Oh, and avoided being shot, that would've been preffered. Scrambling to his feet and spinning about to try and find the source of that baleful tone (He supposed his name was Tess? Or at least he was related to somebody enough that he could be mistaken for them..) if only to avoid the owner, the boy's sweat rolled down his dirt stained elbows, down his arms.. And into his palms. There, the farming tool slipped from his fingers-

-And was hurled towards the bandit, spinning menacingly through the air.

Roland27 · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
The first sign that something is wrong is that Frost stops eating her bacon. The second is the screaming. The third sign, and confirmation of trouble, is the axe that you just saw fly past your head and embed itself in the wall of the tavern. With that you know, the attack has begun.

Spinning around quickly I cut down the charging bandit with a quick swing of my sword before before he could retrieve his thrown weapon. Tch, an idiot alongside a bandit he didn't even throw a hand axe.

"Frost to me!" Mounting Frost we took to the skys, vision laser focused, looking for those most in need, Seeing a young woman and her child being chased by a group of three barbarians we dove down intent on showing them the errors of their ways.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
I start hastening my pace as I notice that there's more of them than I thought there would be. I can't let myself fail, not again, not when the consequences for it are so dire. However, at my current pace I know that I won't arrive before Robin and Chrom do, so I'll need to be careful not to hit them when I arrive if I decide to go for my bow...

Your path takes you toward what passes for the rearguard of this group of thugs, and there seems to be quite a few of them. You have three options now based on your chosen course: use your bow to whittle down their numbers, charge in with your blade, or go full dragon on them. Each has its own benefits and drawbacks, but you need to choose quickly.

UbeOne said:
My eyes widen at the scene. It's on fire! I have to do something about it! While I don't have a water tome with me, I can use the icy aspect of Rexcaliber, and even without that, I can conjure water, just less efficiently. One thing I practiced a lot at is in generating and controlling the elements.

I hurry towards the burning town, my steps brisk and light. Once I'm within spellcasting range, I bring out Rexcaliber and carefully open it. I tap into my magic and the tome's, quietly chanting, letting the warmth of power flow through me. Needles of ice and whips of water are summoned to my side, and with a mental shout of 'Rexcaliber!', they are hurled into the base of the flames. I repeat the casting as often as I could, while keeping my wits about me. I doubt it was an accident. There's a chance of someone starting the fire on purpose...

As the flames die out you hear an angry shout, one that tells you that your suspicions regarding the cause are correct, though you're not sure where it came from, what with all the screaming and such. Then you hear footsteps coming your way, too small to be an adult, and sure enough you see out of the corner of your eye a child run around the corner of the building you just extinguished, followed by a bandit! He pauses for a split second, not long enough for you to take advantage of, as he notices you, his face turning into a lecherous leer as his target clearly changes from the child to you.

"Aren't you a pretty one!" He shouts as he charges at you, axe at the ready. "If ya give up I wont hurt ya too much!"

Sablonus said:
He blinked, swallowing a lump as his knuckles tightened across the haft of his scythe. Tripping, falling, general clumsy behaviour; He could deal with that. It could be justified, even. Perhaps his muscles and vision were effected by the amnesia as well? Explainable. Walking into a town now under attack by bandits? Less so. This seemed to be the work of something far more insidious. Something to think on as he searched for that voice.

Oh, and avoided being shot, that would've been preffered. Scrambling to his feet and spinning about to try and find the source of that baleful tone (He supposed his name was Tess? Or at least he was related to somebody enough that he could be mistaken for them..) if only to avoid the owner, the boy's sweat rolled down his dirt stained elbows, down his arms.. And into his palms. There, the farming tool slipped from his fingers-

-And was hurled towards the bandit, spinning menacingly through the air.

The bandit freezes at the sheer absurdity of the situation, and as such fails to dodge as the scythe's trajectory sends it directly into his skull. The owner of the voice, revealed to be a young lady that looks only a few years older than you, gapes for a moment at the level of stupidity needed to not dodge out of the way of an attack, even if it was an accident. Then she sees that you're looking at her.

"It is you! Everyone's been wondering what happened, we haven't seen your aunt and uncle in weeks!" The ~~shedemon~~ girl says as she approaches you, your anxiety growing as she does.

Roland27 said:
Spinning around quickly I cut down the charging bandit with a quick swing of my sword before before he could retrieve his thrown weapon. Tch, an idiot alongside a bandit he didn't even throw a hand axe.

"Frost to me!" Mounting Frost we took to the skys, vision laser focused, looking for those most in need, Seeing a young woman and her child being chased by a group of three barbarians we dove down intent on showing them the errors of their ways.

The first the trio of idiots realize that they're in trouble is when Frost lands on one of them. The other two cry out their buddy's name, Kenny or something like that, you're not really paying attention to what they're saying, and leap to attack you and Frost.

ForgottonFuture said:
I chase after them, my mind spinning. What stared the fire? If someone started it, are they hostile? If so, how well armed are they..? "Hey! I want to help!" I call out.. Why are those that my thought lept to? The more I learn about myself the more questions I have... And Chrom and co.. They might have the answers, or at least lead me to them.

Chrom simply slows a little, just enough for you to catch up, and off to save Southtown you go. It takes a couple minutes of running, at some point during which Frederick pulls Lissa onto his horse, and you feel... somewhat excited, like there's something here you can vent frustrations that are now making themselves known.

When you arrive you see a scene of relative (you think) chaos, there's a couple of dead people who look like they were local militia, there's a bandit with a scythe stuck in him with what looks like a farmboy standing nearby. That last one seems a little weird even for this situation. Oh hey looks like someone just put out one of the fires. That'll certainly help in the long term. Well first things first, there's people that need to be saved.

Arkos · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
Chrom simply slows a little, just enough for you to catch up, and off to save Southtown you go. It takes a couple minutes of running, at some point during which Frederick pulls Lissa onto his horse, and you feel... somewhat excited, like there's something here you can vent frustrations that are now making themselves known.

When you arrive you see a scene of relative (you think) chaos, there's a couple of dead people who look like they were local militia, there's a bandit with a scythe stuck in him with what looks like a farmboy standing nearby. That last one seems a little weird even for this situation. Oh hey looks like someone just put out one of the fires. That'll certainly help in the long term. Well first things first, there's people that need to be saved.

"Bandits. I think we should try to drive them off before they start even more fires and hurt more people, and hope whoever put out one of the fires continues to put them out." I say with confidence that surprises even me as I reach for my sword, my eyes scanning the village for where the other bandits are..

Maybe I'll get to make some bandits scream, that'll lighten the mood.. I darkly muse, wondering where that thought even came from. Tch. Questions later, saving people now.

Roland27 · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
The first the trio of idiots realize that they're in trouble is when Frost lands on one of them. The other two cry out their buddy's name, Kenny or something like that, you're not really paying attention to what they're saying, and leap to attack you and Frost.

Smirking at the reckless charge I let Frost begin to work her magic. Catching idiot two's arm in her mouth she threw him up in the air just above where I was, slashing at his flailing form the man fell to the ground lifeless as a pool of red began to form under him.

Meanwhile Frost hadn't wasted a moment while I was taking care of goon the second, she had bit the throat of idiot #3 In a show of brutality and carnage that hopefull hadn't scared the villagers to badly.

Turning toward the mother and her child I gave them what I hope was a reassuring smile, "Hey, I know things seem pretty bad right now, but things are going to be okay I'll do everything in my power to protect you an this town. I'd recommend fleeing to any safe houses or areas your town has set up and hide yourselves away." Not having anymore time to spare I gave the mother/daughter pair a nod before soaring back off into the sky looking for more bandits.

Sablonus · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
The bandit freezes at the sheer absurdity of the situation, and as such fails to dodge as the scythe's trajectory sends it directly into his skull. The owner of the voice, revealed to be a young lady that looks only a few years older than you, gapes for a moment at the level of stupidity needed to not dodge out of the way of an attack, even if it was an accident. Then she sees that you're looking at her.

"It is you! Everyone's been wondering what happened, we haven't seen your aunt and uncle in weeks!" The ~~shedemon~~ girl says as she approaches you, your anxiety growing as she does.

"I-I.. I-" He faltered, tripping as he backed away and fell to the floor. If the bandit made him worry, this girl's presence rang every alarm in his body. Obviously, she somehow knew him, but in what way? What kind of person could possibly incite this sort of subconscious reaction? Trying to catch his breath, he slowly crawled away from the girl, dilated eyes never leaving hers. "Wh.. Th.. S-See, I-I hit my head, and I uh-" The newly named 'Tess' swallowed yet again, mouth dry as he fumbled for his scythe and ripped it free from the bandit's face. Odd; Compared to the girl, bandits almost seemed preferable. And the thought of killing even more of them..

"Who, ah.." Clutching the scythe closer to his chest, Tess took a breath and looked around before finally mustering the strength to reply. One thing at a time. "..Who are you, again? And what's with the bandits?"

UbeOne · Aug 7, 2019

Layla Alya
Morning
Southtown
Here we go again

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
As the flames die out you hear an angry shout, one that tells you that your suspicions regarding the cause are correct, though you're not sure where it came from, what with all the screaming and such. Then you hear footsteps coming your way, too small to be an adult, and sure enough you see out of the corner of your eye a child run around the corner of the building you just extinguished, followed by a bandit! He pauses for a split second, not long enough for you to take advantage of, as he notices you, his face turning into a lecherous leer as his target clearly changes from the child to you.

"Aren't you a pretty one!" He shouts as he charges at you, axe at the ready. "If ya give up I wont hurt ya too much!"

My eyes narrow into a glare. "You disgust me," I say. Here's yet another bandit with that same uncomfortable attitude. They never change. Still holding Rexcaliber, a flick of my hand lets loose my attack. Numerous shards of ice, further propelled by wind, lance out towards the hostile, aiming for his brain, eyes, throat, groin, heart, thighs, and other such weak spots.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
Your path takes you toward what passes for the rearguard of this group of thugs, and there seems to be quite a few of them. You have three options now based on your chosen course: use your bow to whittle down their numbers, charge in with your blade, or go full dragon on them. Each has its own benefits and drawbacks, but you need to choose quickly.

I swore I wouldn't use my dragonstone unless I have to in order to survive or to perform my, admittedly self-imposed, duty, which leaves bow and sword. I'd prefer to not have to deal with so many at once in melee, so start with the bow it is. Drawing my bow and an arrow, I line up a shot on the strongest looking one's head, and let the arrow loose, readying another as it flies...

Beyond this point is GM Post

ForgottonFuture said:
"Bandits. I think we should try to drive them off before they start even more fires and hurt more people, and hope whoever put out one of the fires continues to put them out." I say with confidence that surprises even me as I reach for my sword, my eyes scanning the village for where the other bandits are..

Maybe I'll get to make some bandits scream, that'll lighten the mood.. I darkly muse, wondering where that thought even came from. Tch. Questions later, saving people now.

You notice one of the bandits chasing a small girl, swinging his sword, each swing getting slightly closer. You also notice another two cornering what looks like a couple, axes hefted menacingly. If you want to save all three you can have Frederick save the child and try to save the couple, or you can send Frederick to save the couple and save the girl yourself. The choice is yours.

Roland27 said:
Smirking at the reckless charge I let Frost begin to work her magic. Catching idiot two's arm in her mouth she threw him up in the air just above where I was, slashing at his flailing form the man fell to the ground lifeless as a pool of red began to form under him.

Meanwhile Frost hadn't wasted a moment while I was taking care of goon the second, she had bit the throat of idiot #3 In a show of brutality and carnage that hopefull hadn't scared the villagers to badly.

Turning toward the mother and her child I gave them what I hope was a reassuring smile, "Hey, I know things seem pretty bad right now, but things are going to be okay I'll do everything in my power to protect you an this town. I'd recommend fleeing to any safe houses or areas your town has set up and hide yourselves away." Not having anymore time to spare I gave the mother/daughter pair a nod before soaring back off into the sky looking for more bandits.

The mother looks at you for a moment, then nods, still holding her daughter to her, and runs into the tavern. While in the air you see that there's quite a few of these fools, and that one group seems to be positioned to cover a retreat, though you see a lone figure a distance away from them, in another you see what looks like a small farmer remove their scythe from a bandit's head, and in a third spot you see what appears to be Chrom, Robin, Lissa and Frederick. You can't see the one who extinguished the fire, but you're guessing that's because they're on the other side of the building that isn't on fire anymore.

Sablonus said:
"I-I.. I-" He faltered, tripping as he backed away and fell to the floor. If the bandit made him worry, this girl's presence rang every alarm in his body. Obviously, she somehow knew him, but in what way? What kind of person could possibly incite this sort of subconscious reaction? Trying to catch his breath, he slowly crawled away from the girl, dilated eyes never leaving hers. "Wh.. Th.. S-See, I-I hit my head, and I uh-" The newly named 'Tess' swallowed yet again, mouth dry as he fumbled for his scythe and ripped it free from the bandit's face. Odd; Compared to the girl, bandits almost seemed preferable. And the thought of killing even more of them..

"Who, ah.." Clutching the scythe closer to his chest, Tess took a breath and looked around before finally mustering the strength to reply. One thing at a time. "..Who are you, again? And what's with the bandits?"

The girl stares at you for a moment. "Wait you don't recognize me? How do you forget-no, not the time. Don't forget me, my name is Cassandra. As for the bandits, I wish I knew, one minute I see you walking down the street, the next an arrow flies right past your head! I need to get to the tavern, you should follow, just to be safe!" Having said her piece she runs off, presumably in the direction of the tavern, your anxiety fading the farther she gets. From the direction the bandit, now missing a vitally important amount of his head, came from you hear screams and shouting. If you don't want to go to the tavern then there isn't much choice of where to go, only back the way you came, or toward the sounds of pillaging in process.

UbeOne said:
Layla Alya
Morning
Southtown
Here we go again

My eyes narrow into a glare. "You disgust me," I say. Here's yet another bandit with that same uncomfortable attitude. They never change. Still holding Rexcaliber, a flick of my hand lets loose my attack. Numerous shards of ice, further propelled by wind, lance out towards the hostile, aiming for his brain, eyes, throat, groin, heart, thighs, and other such weak spots.

The bandit manages to dodge half of your attack, the top half. You see him duck, not realizing you weren't aiming at center mass like most mages do, and catches the shard meant for his groin in his heart instead, the one intended for his heart flying over his head, and continuing on to hit another bandit who'd just turned the corner in the throat. Huh, that was lucky.

The child tugs at your cloak when they hear the second bandit hits the ground dead. "Is it safe miss?" she asks, her voice scared.

Arkos · Aug 7, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
You notice one of the bandits chasing a small girl, swinging his sword, each swing getting slightly closer. You also notice another two cornering what looks like a couple, axes hefted menacingly. If you want to save all three you can have Frederick save the child and try to save the couple, or you can send Frederick to save the couple and save the girl yourself. The choice is yours.

I hum and nod, thinking over my options. "Frederick! Save the couple, your armor means you can deal with more two foes relatively safely, I'll save the kid!" I call out with confidence before dashing to the kid, on instinct pulling out the yellow book and opening it, and speaking words I can't understand yet know are a formulae to conjure and command electricity.

With a gesture I conjure a bolt of lightning and hurl it at the bandit, aimed to land at the base of his spine. Not letting him hurt the kid, and I want to see him crawl.

Sablonus · Aug 8, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
The girl stares at you for a moment. "Wait, you don't recognize me? How do you forget-no, not the time. Don't forget me, my name is Cassandra. As for the bandits, I wish I knew, one minute I see you walking down the street, the next an arrow flies right past your head! I need to get to the tavern, you should follow, just to be safe!" Having said her piece she runs off, presumably in the direction of the tavern, your anxiety fading the farther she gets. From the direction the bandit, now missing a vitally important amount of his head, came from you hear screams and shouting. If you don't want to go to the tavern then there isn't much choice of where to go, only back the way you came, or toward the sounds of pillaging in process.

Pulling himself up from the street, Tess let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, trying to process what had happened. Obviously that girl was a terrible fiend of some sort; Regardless of how normal she acted, his gut instincts hadn't failed him yet. Even the sudden bandit attack had.. Somehow been dealt with. Tess turned to stare at the mangled body, smile twitching. Without thought, he kicked the rest of the head off the body.

They were dead for real, then. Some part of him knew he should be horrified, even if it had been an accident, yet another larger part screamed with some unholy rage to do more, to go further. He licked his lips and gripped his scythe, mouth dry. That fiend hadn't acted like he, Tess, was some sort of murderer, so maybe whoever he had been just didn't like bandits? The boy began to move, only to trip over the bandit's remains.

Falling, falling, fallen. Elbows and knees tearing across the street, Tess closed his eyes and took a moment to think. He had certainly been surprised by the bandit, but hardly unnerved, much less scared. And that was the question, wasn't it? He dreaded the presence of a girl, but not some murderous robber? Why would..? No. What did it matter? Why did it matter? They were going to kill him, and others too, probably, until they wasted away.

He'd save them the trouble, the effort of living. Wasn't he so nice?

Tess spat a pebble to the side, groping around for his scythe. With the fiend doing who knew what at the tavern, and his gut furiously urging him to head for the chaos, the path had been cleared, an impetus secured. Strangely enough.. He felt good. Strangely calm. Even better than he had waking up, and he hadn't felt particularly awful. With new purpose, the smiling, barefoot boy strolled along, humming to the tempo of the screams.

UbeOne · Aug 8, 2019

Layla Alya
Morning
Southtown
Careful firefighting

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
The bandit manages to dodge half of your attack, the top half. You see him duck, not realizing you weren't aiming at center mass like most mages do, and catches the shard meant for his groin in his heart instead, the one intended for his heart flying over his head, and continuing on to hit another bandit who'd just turned the corner in the throat. Huh, that was lucky.

The child tugs at your cloak when they hear the second bandit hits the ground dead. "Is it safe miss?" she asks, her voice scared.

I sigh at the deaths. Honestly, I have killed bandits before, but it's their fault for being the aggressors, for the crimes they do. My life and that of innocents take priority over theirs.

"Not yet," I answer the girl. "Stay with me first, until they're gone."

I approach another of the flames, a stream of water and ice shards sent out from me to extinguish it. I position myself, such that I can keep an eye on my surroundings, and minimize the number of access paths the bandits could have towards me. Standing in the open is liable to get us killed, for instance, compared to having some cover.

...I'm still not the biggest fan of fire, but having magic to combat it helps a lot.

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