Fire Emblem: Nine Isekais (Fire Emblem: Three Houses RP) (Mature)

Miho Chan · Oct 22, 2019

You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

ROB said:
HAVE FUN MORTALS

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

Nihilo · Oct 22, 2019

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

A sane man would be a gibbering wreck right about now, what with the conga line of "impossible" events, getting crammed into a body of the opposite gender as the old one, enjoying an up close and personal meeting with the ground, having all that knowledge forcefully yeeted into one's head, then immediately after being left in a life or death situation.

Thank fuck he --scratch that, she. Gotta get used to the new meat puppet the four pounds of grey matter was piloting-- had set her sanity on fire and thrown it straight out the window at some point in her early teens.

Which was what saw her respond to the wolves by clanging her steel cestus --cesti?--, a smidgen of magic producing a loud and satisfying shower of sparks. Hopefully the things were smart enough to decide she and the others were too much trouble to be worth the effort, otherwise, well, the noise should help the others smarten up faster and maybe raise morale a lil.

She was still winding up a fireball addressed to the first mutt to show itself, because she knew how much of a bipolar piece of shit her luck was.

Miho Chan · Oct 22, 2019

Alex
Unknown Location, Forested Area
Oh fuck I've been Isekai'd

Oh shiiiiiiiiiitttttt
"Floom!"
I crashed face-first into the snow, a feminine cry of pain echoing from my lips. A series of eight "Flooms" followed.
Damn, that hurt. I muse, slowly pulling myself out of the pile of snow. I barely have time to notice I'm wearing Armor before my head is assaulted by a series of... Memories? I don't know... But all I knew was that it hurt so much Christ himself would start cussing the cause of it out.
The techniques of using a sword
Practicing forms countless times, ingraining it into muscle memory
Practicing Magic, learning my first spell, Wind
Riding my pegasus, who's name I can never seem to recall, no matter how hard I grasp at it
Struggling to grasp faith-based magic
All of this and more spread through my mind, rooting itself in my deepest recesses.
"AHHHHHHH" I screamed, cradling my head and falling to my knees. It was too much! Too much all at once! My mind cried You're a girl now My soul noted. My body just groaned about the pain, grumbling about the ungrateful fucks that were my mind and soul.
Finally piecing myself together after around a minute spent in a fetal position, I began examining myself, nodding in approval at the Not!Fantasy variant of Mash Krylight's Armor. I didn't have boobplate for one, and had a nice, solid breastplate, complete with pauldrons. My Gauntlets and stomach armor were the same, though the armor around my legs actually covered my crotch, though I still had the armored skirt. It seemed I had lucked out, in the sense that my armor was a work of art.

"Howl!"

Shit, I reacted instantly, relying on training I hadn't known I had, drawing my sword from her scabbard with a soft rasping sound. Wind swirled around the sword as I applied a rudimentary wind spell to the blade, making the sword appear more menacing.

"Have at thee Beasts! You can either run or come. I care not!" I cry, with far more bravado than I actually felt.

Kero · Oct 22, 2019

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling.

"WHAT THE HEL-ACK?!"

Miho Chan said:
That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?

"*PBTH* BLEH! AHFUCKTHATSCOLD!" Violently shoving myself out of the snow, and desperately brushing off as much of it as I can before I get even colder.
After pushing off as much of it as I can, I look around trying to figure out where I am.
"H-how the h-hell d-d-did I end u-up in a forest?!"

Miho Chan said:
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.

Rather far of from my position, I spot some kind of town in the distance. "I-I need t-to get to that t-town!"
Right as I begin to break into a sprint, I begin wondering why I sound very different and why I think I have a helmet on when-

Miho Chan said:
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

PAIN.

The moment it hits, I fall to the ground and scream, but no sound comes out because the pain won't let me.
Then... and then I begin remembering things I never experienced before.
It feels like... like the deja-vu you get when you relearn something, but you never even learned it in the first place with a side of COMPLETE FUCKING AGONY.

Miho Chan said:
As you stagger to your feet,

"Agh... f-fuck me... this-this is gonna hurt f-for a while, h-huh?"
Headaches are never fun, thankfully, its only a slight one, so it should go away soon-

Miho Chan said:
The howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

" OH MOTHERFUCKER."
I hear the howls of either coyotes or wolves, and, with my newfound knowhow of swords, Axes and Bows that forced its way in like an unwanted guest, I pull out the sword that I have for some reason.
"Come and get some fuckers."

Carstein · Oct 22, 2019

Ezekiel Bruce Manley
Unknown
Stand by for personality readjustment in three, two, one.

Miho Chan said:
You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees.

'Oh dea'-PHOOMPH

Miho Chan said:
Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.

'That's convenient, there.'

Miho Chan said:
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

'I should prob-' and that's as far as I get before the pain comes, washing out every other sensation, and changing more than just what I know but also who I am.

Miho Chan said:
As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

The pain gone, Ezekiel leaped to his feet, a shout of joy passing his lips. "HAHA! FOUL BEASTS APPROACH!" He shouted to those who would surely be his compatriots. "STAY WARY FRIENDS, EVEN THE MOST PITIFUL OF FOES MAY WOUND THE UNPREPARED!" He shouted, then posing with his left hand raised to his face, palm inward, and his right arm sticking out to the back, both hands splayed.

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Oct 22, 2019

John Fendarius
Location Unknown
Time Unknown

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Fucking flowerpot... I will have my vengeance! Or maybe not. Wait what was I doing?

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.

Why is it so goddamn cold?! Where the hell am I? Oh, hey, a village, should probably go there. Bad idea to freeze to death, probably a horrible way to go...

Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

I'd be puking right now, but there's nothing in my stomach. At all. Nevertheless, Information is information. wait... Reason and Faith? Axes and Gauntlets? Riding a horse or flying a pegasus? Oh shit. I can only think of one place where all of that info would matter, and that place is Fodlan. This is fucked up...

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

I slip on my gauntlets on instinct, getting into a stance as I notice others doing the same. "Alright you mangy mutts, come on! I'll sell your damn pelts!" I shout at them.

Brightflame · Oct 22, 2019

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

Death...is interesting, atleast in my experience with it

I did not see the pearly gates of Heaven, nor the magma wasteland that was Hell. I did not see the warrior paradise of Valhalla, nor the prison of Tartarus. Not the Mourning Fields or the Asphodel Meadows. Neither Saint Peter or Charon the ferryman welcomed me to realm of the dead.

I only saw an empty void, black and empty, as I fell endlessly into a pit that did not exist.

I felt indifferent to it all, strangely enough. I mainly tried to remember how I got here, how I died, but I couldn't seem to find it. Perhaps it was a sudden death that I didn't even see myself. Perhaps someone shot me in the back of the head, or some ran their car through the building I was in.

My train of thought was interrupted when I stopped falling, being greeted by a face full of something cold. Startled, I quickly pulled myself up, seeing a forest covered in glistening snow. A village was near, one that I did not recognize. I tried to walk but my head was searing in pain as knowledge and memories that I knew weren't my own were injected into my mind, as if someone pierced my brain with a needle and injected whatever liquid was in it.

The pain subsided eventually. I looked around, seeing a few others that appear to be in the same condition I was in, though I did not know if they were like....me, to say.

Was this my afterlife? Or perhaps I was reincarnated into another world...I need to look into this.

Just then, a pack of wolves howled, sounding worryingly close...and like they were growing closer.

I looked around in a panic to see if there was anything I could defend myself with. In the sparkling snow, I noticed some type of staff buried in it. Pulling it out, I see that it's a spear of some kind. I sigh in relief, despite not using one in the past I feel like I can wield this with atleast some skill.

Twirling the spear, I direct myself towards the howling, ready as I'll ever be, though I was a bit unnerved, this would be my first real fight....one where I may have to kill...

Omida · Oct 23, 2019

Arthur Morgan
Who knows where
Oh for god's sake, again?!

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

I stumble to my feet while coughing up the snow. My head hurts after some asshole rammed spike of concentrated agony through it, I am cold and I still feel the effects of apoplectic rage that send me into cardiac arrest.

I will fucking save you Marianne, even if apparently I have to get inside that goddamn game.

There is bloodthirsty howl of the predators. Great. Not a minute in and already have to fight for my life. At least I have a weapon. I give the lance a test twirl. It flows easily between my hands. Focusing, I try to recall more.

General information about how to use a variety of weapons and magic, plus how to ride. Greater ability with lance with my hands and... I brighten up. Magic! Fire!

And, given the way the information is presented, I am back in Fodlan. Again.

Step one. Save yourself.
Step two. Save Marianne.

But first, I reach deep into myself and call upon the flames. As they spring to life on my hand, I breathe a sight of relief. Finally, I am at least a bit warm. Then, I look at the approaching wolves. With great disappointment, I throw a fireball at one of them.

Astra Myst · Oct 23, 2019

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

Ah. So that's how I die. Not on my deathbed surrounded by friends and family. Not in an accident involving a car or a truck. Not in a terrorist attack. Not even because I slipped in the bathroom. But because some kid rushed to and fro and knocked me off a pier and I can't swim.

I would scream in anger but now I'm a bit preoccupied with the baby daddy of all the migraines in the fucking world not even giving me the luxury of doing so. And finally, it stopped for now. I get up, note the fact that I'm female and reached for my sword. Alright mutts, I died once, I might die twice, but definitely not to fucking dogs. Square the fuck up

UbeOne · Oct 23, 2019

Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
I kinda feel like Robin, but with a headache and without amnesia...

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

The last thing I remember is a red car that suddenly accelerates while I'm still crossing the street, leaving me with insufficient time to avoid it...

...And then I feel nothing under my feet, and a sense of going down really fast. Before I know it, a blast of icy cold hits me as my face and body make contact with the white, surprisingly soft snow. Did heaven freeze over, or was I now living out a certain genre that was supposedly fiction? I slowly get up, groaning from the cushioned impact, only to fall to my knees as I clutch my temples in agony. My face forms a grimace as pain takes over my world. Make it stop, make it stop!

In the midst of it all, I... learn things. Thing that feel as if I was taught them, as if I had practiced them, even though I know I did not. So that's how to wield a sword in real life. It's more expansive (and complete with practical experience!) than what my previous stock knowledge was. Not only that, there's also... magic. Calling upon the power of lightning, and wielding it in conjunction with my blade. If not for the pain, it would have been nice to learn something so fantastical. Tactics. The ebb and flow of the battlefield (both literal and metaphorical ones). An in-depth study of the Art of War and other such texts, a deeper appreciation of them than before. Not only tactics, actually, but also strategy, operations, and some logistics too. Things that an officer would need. Even leadership lessons too. There are other skills that come to my mind, but those are the most prominent ones. I could probably pass for a budding Tactician at this rate, like Robin...

And then the pain stops, with only an ache lingering by, and the feeling of almost nothing but the cold snow is a pleasure... which proves to be short-lived as howls ring out around me. Wolves! I might be made mincemeat by the wildlife! But the techniques of swordplay, of magic, float in my mind, as if to tell me that I now have the tools to defend myself.

I have no idea where they come from. It reminds me of ex-nihilo knowledge from jumpchains, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth. I quickly stand up once more, slight clanking sounds being heard to my ears as newfound instincts draw a sword from my left. It feels natural to hold, and I can already visualize how it can be swung, whether in the usual manner or versus armored foes and such. The sword itself... features a straight, double-edged blade and a cruciform hilt. A typical arming sword, it looks like, but one couldn't go wrong with a design that worked well for centuries, right? It's versatile too, good for cut and thrust.

A glance of my surroundings show that I'm not the only one. There are eight others who are also staggering up right now. One is even banging his gauntlets and making a show of sparks out of it. Most if not all of them look like knights in armor, though not in fully-covered plate. A glance at myself shows that I'm also wearing armor too. Padded cloth could be felt on my skin, and I see the characteristic chain links of mail. A brigandine encircles my torso (which feels heavier than usual), while a trenchcoat tops off my ensemble. They're all colored in sliver and black with purple patterns and gold trim, too. Kinda reminds me of Robin again.

I ready my sword as I look out for the approaching enemy. It still feels cold, surrounded by snow (and I haven't seen snow for ages!)... and the darkness of the night doesn't help. Yet there's also that funny feeling of, well, rightness...

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Oct 23, 2019

I look at the white haired woman next to me and start speaking as I finish getting my gauntlets ready. "Nice to meet you, my name's John. I'm guessing you got here in the same basic way as me and probably everyone else here?" I see I'm blunt as ever, might want to try to get into the Golden Deer, I've got a feeling I'd fit in better there than with the Blue Lions or the Black Eagles... I suppress a shudder as I remember what Edelgard is willing to do to stop the Basement Dwelling Edgelords... I'm not looking forward to that war...

@UbeOne

UbeOne · Oct 23, 2019

Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
My name is...

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
I look at the white haired woman next to me and start speaking as I finish getting my gauntlets ready. "Nice to meet you, my name's John. I'm guessing you got here in the same basic way as me and probably everyone else here?" I see I'm blunt as ever, might want to try to get into the Golden Deer, I've got a feeling I'd fit in better there than with the Blue Lions or the Black Eagles... I suppress a shudder as I remember what Edelgard is willing to do to stop the Basement Dwelling Edgelords... I'm not looking forward to that war...

@UbeOne

"Hm?" Oh, someone's talking to me? ...Yes, yes he is. On a side note, I see and feel the presence of white twintails on either side of my head. Another glance of myself shows that my figure looks feminine. I wonder... "If you mean falling in, then yes. My name is..." I momentarily cover my mouth as I realize that I sound like a girl, like Robin, even... yet I like it very much. Was my body turned physically female on the way here? I really hope so.

I have a feeling I need a different, more fitting name for here. There's one that comes to mind after a moment, befitting my new knowledge and appearance. It'd also be a bit of an in-joke on my part, which is probably not helped by the game I was playing recently. "My name is Robena, but you could also call me Robin."

Still concerned about those incoming wolves though.

Miho Chan · Oct 23, 2019

Alexandra von Wolfe
Forested Villiage Outskirts
Nighttime
First of the Pegasus Moon, 1179

I'm shaking I realize, trembling at the very thought of dying. Since when was I afraid of death!? My body stops trembling, and my resolve firms. After all, never had I ever been truly afraid of death. Not since I did some soul searching at the age of sixteen.
looking over to the companions I had been too busy to notice, I tested my voice properly.
"Hey, I guess you can call me Alexandra, or Alex. If anyone knows of Miho Chan, I go by Miho as well," I say, surprised at the softness of my voice.
I guess I can finally be at rest. I can achieve my dream now.
"Anyways, looks like the wolves aren't doing anymore than circle us for now."

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Nice to meet you, my name's John. I'm guessing you got here in the same basic way as me and probably everyone else here?"

One of the guys a couple people down our ragged formation speaks up, speaking with a white haired girl. John huh? I muse, turning my attention back to the wolves. They could jump on us at any minute, and I wasn't really in the mood to be chow.

UbeOne said:
"If you mean falling in, then yes. My name is..." I have a feeling I need a different, more fitting name for here. There's one that comes to mind after a moment, befitting my new knowledge and appearance. It'd also be a bit of an in-joke on my part, which is probably not helped by the game I was playing recently. "My name is Robena, but you could also call me Robin."

I renewed my wind spell, wreathing my blade in wind once more. Robena eh? Guess someone else is an FE fan. Pretty sure she had white hair as well. I muse, leveraging my sword threateningly at the wolves, making them back off once more.

UbeOne · Oct 23, 2019

Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
That's a familiar name

Miho Chan said:
Alexandra von Wolfe
Forested Villiage Outskirts
Nighttime
First of the Pegasus Moon, 1179

I'm shaking I realize, trembling at the very thought of dying. Since when was I afraid of death!? My body stops trembling, and my resolve firms. After all, never had I ever been truly afraid of death. Not since I did some soul searching at the age of sixteen.
looking over to the companions I had been too busy to notice, I tested my voice properly.
"Hey, I guess you can call me Alexandra, or Alex. If anyone knows of Miho Chan, I go by Miho as well," I say, surprised at the softness of my voice.
I guess I can finally be at rest. I can achieve my dream now.
"Anyways, looks like the wolves aren't doing anymore than circle us for now."

One of the guys a couple people down our ragged formation speaks up, speaking with a white haired girl. John huh? I muse, turning my attention back to the wolves. They could jump on us at any minute, and I wasn't really in the mood to be chow.

I renewed my wind spell, wreathing my blade in wind once more. Robena eh? Guess someone else is an FE fan. Pretty sure she had white hair as well. I muse, leveraging my sword threateningly at the wolves, making them back off once more.

"Good to see you, Miho," I happily say to the light-haired girl who spoke up. Alex is her commonly used name when roleplaying, and Miho her online handle. "You might know me as Ube." I really like my new, soft voice. A pleasure to my ears.

The wolves are already here! The fireball a moment ago (and that made me flinch a bit) and the windy sword don't help matters. For now, my sword is pointed at the wild canines. Should they attack, I can add a spark into things...

KamenRaidaOOO3 · Oct 23, 2019

UbeOne said:
Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
That's a familiar name

"Good to see you, Miho," I happily say to the light-haired girl who spoke up. Alex is her commonly used name when roleplaying, and Miho her online handle. "You might know me as Ube." I really like my new, soft voice. A pleasure to my ears.

The wolves are already here! The fireball a moment ago (and that made me flinch a bit) and the windy sword don't help matters. For now, my sword is pointed at the wild canines. Should they attack, I can add a spark into things...

"Call me Kamen if we're going to use usernames, and if I'm right, then this is a horrible welcome to Fodlan..." I say, getting into a stance that I really shouldn't know, but do, presumably thanks to the headache from hell a little bit ago. "Anyone have any ideas for dealing with these things beyond the obvious?" I ask, doing my best not to worry about fighting right after dealing with a massive amount of pain that I'm still not completely recovered from.

Omida · Oct 23, 2019

I watch my fireball soar in majestic arc through the air... only to hit a bush standing quite some distance away from the treeline. I resist the urge to sigh and facepalm. Good news is, I've got some actual light. Or, we have, as the sound of conversation to my side quickly informs me.

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
I look at the white haired woman next to me and start speaking as I finish getting my gauntlets ready. "Nice to meet you, my name's John. I'm guessing you got here in the same basic way as me and probably everyone else here?" I see I'm blunt as ever, might want to try to get into the Golden Deer, I've got a feeling I'd fit in better there than with the Blue Lions or the Black Eagles... I suppress a shudder as I remember what Edelgard is willing to do to stop the Basement Dwelling Edgelords... I'm not looking forward to that war...

@UbeOne

UbeOne said:
Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
My name is...

"Hm?" Oh, someone's talking to me? ...Yes, yes he is. On a side note, I see and feel the presence of white twintails on either side of my head. Another glance of myself shows that my figure looks feminine. I wonder... "If you mean falling in, then yes. My name is..." I momentarily cover my mouth as I realize that I sound like a girl, like Robin, even... yet I like it very much. Was my body turned physically female on the way here? I really hope so.

I have a feeling I need a different, more fitting name for here. There's one that comes to mind after a moment, befitting my new knowledge and appearance. It'd also be a bit of an in-joke on my part, which is probably not helped by the game I was playing recently. "My name is Robena, but you could also call me Robin."

Still concerned about those incoming wolves though.

Miho Chan said:
Alexandra von Wolfe
Forested Villiage Outskirts
Nighttime
First of the Pegasus Moon, 1179

I'm shaking I realize, trembling at the very thought of dying. Since when was I afraid of death!? My body stops trembling, and my resolve firms. After all, never had I ever been truly afraid of death. Not since I did some soul searching at the age of sixteen.
looking over to the companions I had been too busy to notice, I tested my voice properly.
"Hey, I guess you can call me Alexandra, or Alex. If anyone knows of Miho Chan, I go by Miho as well," I say, surprised at the softness of my voice.
I guess I can finally be at rest. I can achieve my dream now.
"Anyways, looks like the wolves aren't doing anymore than circle us for now."

One of the guys a couple people down our ragged formation speaks up, speaking with a white haired girl. John huh? I muse, turning my attention back to the wolves. They could jump on us at any minute, and I wasn't really in the mood to be chow.

I renewed my wind spell, wreathing my blade in wind once more. Robena eh? Guess someone else is an FE fan. Pretty sure she had white hair as well. I muse, leveraging my sword threateningly at the wolves, making them back off once more.

UbeOne said:
Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
That's a familiar name

"Good to see you, Miho," I happily say to the light-haired girl who spoke up. Alex is her commonly used name when roleplaying, and Miho her online handle. "You might know me as Ube." I really like my new, soft voice. A pleasure to my ears.

The wolves are already here! The fireball a moment ago (and that made me flinch a bit) and the windy sword don't help matters. For now, my sword is pointed at the wild canines. Should they attack, I can add a spark into things...

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Call me Kamen if we're going to use usernames, and if I'm right, then this is a horrible welcome to Fodlan..." I say, getting into a stance that I really shouldn't know, but do, presumably thanks to the headache from hell a little bit ago. "Anyone have any ideas for dealing with these things beyond the obvious?" I ask, doing my best not to worry about fighting right after dealing with a massive amount of pain that I'm still not completely recovered from.

I pick up my lance again and rest it on my shoulder before approaching the group. There is a black haired guy with gauntlets on, an albino with the sword, and... a legitimate Chloe lookalike, with a sword wreathed in wind magic. I can only hope whomever the person is, she does not share Chloe's... preferences. I even recognize one of the names!

"Hey there, Kamen! You got Isekai'd too, eh? Everyone else, I am Omida, but I think I will go for far less conspicuous Arthur in here." I greet them with faked nonchalance. "And hey, I heard wild animals don't really like chancing it against fire. So maybe if we present united, vigilant front and try throwing some fire in their direction, they may go away? Unless they behave like RPG wolves, then all bets are off."

Carstein · Oct 23, 2019

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Call me Kamen if we're going to use usernames, and if I'm right, then this is a horrible welcome to Fodlan..." I say, getting into a stance that I really shouldn't know, but do, presumably thanks to the headache from hell a little bit ago. "Anyone have any ideas for dealing with these things beyond the obvious?" I ask, doing my best not to worry about fighting right after dealing with a massive amount of pain that I'm still not completely recovered from.

Ezekiel bounds over, joining the conversation. "SOMETIMES THE OBVIOUS IS THE GREATEST CHOICE! ONE BEAST IS MUCH LIKE ANOTHER, BE THEY RUFFIAN OR CANIS LUPUS! A FEW SMACKS AROUND THE HEAD WILL DO THEM IN!"

Nihilo · Oct 23, 2019

Miho Chan said:
Alexandra von Wolfe
Forested Villiage Outskirts
Nighttime
First of the Pegasus Moon, 1179

I'm shaking I realize, trembling at the very thought of dying. Since when was I afraid of death!? My body stops trembling, and my resolve firms. After all, never had I ever been truly afraid of death. Not since I did some soul searching at the age of sixteen.
looking over to the companions I had been too busy to notice, I tested my voice properly.
"Hey, I guess you can call me Alexandra, or Alex. If anyone knows of Miho Chan, I go by Miho as well," I say, surprised at the softness of my voice.
I guess I can finally be at rest. I can achieve my dream now.
"Anyways, looks like the wolves aren't doing anymore than circle us for now."

One of the guys a couple people down our ragged formation speaks up, speaking with a white haired girl. John huh? I muse, turning my attention back to the wolves. They could jump on us at any minute, and I wasn't really in the mood to be chow.

I renewed my wind spell, wreathing my blade in wind once more. Robena eh? Guess someone else is an FE fan. Pretty sure she had white hair as well. I muse, leveraging my sword threateningly at the wolves, making them back off once more.

UbeOne said:
Robena
Unknown Village Outskirts
Nighttime
That's a familiar name

"Good to see you, Miho," I happily say to the light-haired girl who spoke up. Alex is her commonly used name when roleplaying, and Miho her online handle. "You might know me as Ube." I really like my new, soft voice. A pleasure to my ears.

The wolves are already here! The fireball a moment ago (and that made me flinch a bit) and the windy sword don't help matters. For now, my sword is pointed at the wild canines. Should they attack, I can add a spark into things...

KamenRaidaOOO3 said:
"Call me Kamen if we're going to use usernames, and if I'm right, then this is a horrible welcome to Fodlan..." I say, getting into a stance that I really shouldn't know, but do, presumably thanks to the headache from hell a little bit ago. "Anyone have any ideas for dealing with these things beyond the obvious?" I ask, doing my best not to worry about fighting right after dealing with a massive amount of pain that I'm still not completely recovered from.

Omida said:
I watch my fireball soar in majestic arc through the air... only to hit a bush standing quite some distance away from the treeline. I resist the urge to sigh and facepalm. Good news is, I've got some actual light. Or, we have, as the sound of conversation to my side quickly informs me.

I pick up my lance again and rest it on my shoulder before approaching the group. There is a black haired guy with gauntlets on, an albino with the sword, and... a legitimate Chloe lookalike, with a sword wreathed in wind magic. I can only hope whomever the person is, she does not share Chloe's... preferences. I even recognize one of the names!

"Hey there, Kamen! You got Isekai'd too, eh? Everyone else, I am Omida, but I think I will go for far less conspicuous Arthur in here." I greet them with faked nonchalance. "And hey, I heard wild animals don't really like chancing it against fire. So maybe if we present united, vigilant front and try throwing some fire in their direction, they may go away? Unless they behave like RPG wolves, then all bets are off."

"Nihilo here" she pipes up from behind her helmet, relieved her voice is on the deeper end of the female range. She found high pitched squeaky voices slightly irritating. Anyhow, back on track "Although the implanted memories came with a name. Sopdet. Given the sheer amount of hair I got crammed inside this armour and its colour..." What with the tufts of green poking out of the seam between the back of her helmet and chestplate, standing out against the dull grey and brown of the armour, she needn't say more.

She probably wasn't actually a nabatean, since the ears she could feel pressed against her head by the helmet's padding were distinctly human, but she'd bet good money her body had been set up with the idea of giving all of them a heart attack.

"Anyhow! Any of you ever tried wolf meat? Because I'm feeling peckish and I don't mind adding it to my list right below horse." As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud drawn out growl, the sort that had her feel her guts shifting around.

Omida · Oct 23, 2019

Nihilo said:
"Nihilo here" she pipes up from behind her helmet, relieved her voice is on the deeper end of the female range. She found high pitched squeaky voices slightly irritating. Anyhow, back on track "Although the implanted memories came with a name. Sopdet. Given the sheer amount of hair I got crammed inside this armour and its colour..." What with the tufts of green poking out of the seam between the back of her helmet and chestplate, standing out against the dull grey and brown of the armour, she needn't say more.

She probably wasn't actually a nabatean, since the ears she could feel pressed against her head by the helmet's padding were distinctly human, but she'd bet good money her body had been set up with the idea of giving all of them a heart attack.

"Anyhow! Any of you ever tried wolf meat? Because I'm feeling peckish and I don't mind adding it to my list right below horse." As if on cue, her stomach let out a loud drawn out growl, the sort that had her feel her guts shifting around.

That... THAT'S Nihilo?! The only part of the actual body I can see are some green hair rebelliously sticking out from under the helmet and the seams in the armor.

"H-Hey Nihilo." I reply weakly, still shocked. "I see you decided to branch out from the 'hyper-deadly mage that will crumble if you so much as breathe at them'. As for your question... Not really. I guess without magic you are branching out your crimes against nature to include becoming a true omnivore?"

Nihilo · Oct 23, 2019

Omida said:
That... THAT'S Nihilo?! The only part of the actual body I can see are some green hair rebelliously sticking out from under the helmet and the seams in the armor.

"H-Hey Nihilo." I reply weakly, still shocked. "I see you decided to branch out from the 'hyper-deadly mage that will crumble if you so much as breathe at them'. As for your question... Not really. I guess without magic you are branching out your crimes against nature to include becoming a true omnivore?"

Without missing a single beat, she did her best Aizen impression, laugh, voice and all, while materialising the fireball she had primed to let it hoover above her left hand, "Fascinating, since when were you under the impression that I wasn't a mage? The bulk of what I got crammed into my head was Reason and Faith magic. Handling armour was tertiary, nevermind brawling."

Omida · Oct 23, 2019

Nihilo said:
Without missing a single beat, she did her best Aizen impression, laugh, voice and all, while materialising the fireball she had primed to let it hoover above her left hand, "Fascinating, since when were you under the impression that I wasn't a mage. The bulk of what I got crammed into my head was Reason and Faith magic. Handling armour was tertiary, nevermind brawling."

"I..."

I pause. I rise my finger to argue.

I silently lower it.

Because that does sound like such a Nihilo thing to do. Meme and all. I sigh before muttering my reply.

"... Fair enough."

Kero · Oct 23, 2019

everyone said:
words

Turning my head towards the talking, I overhear introductions, contemplating introducing myself as well, I decide to check what the hell happened with me before walking over.

With my sword still up, I move over to a spot where the moonlight shines a little brighter to get a better view of my body. Though before analyzing my body and armor, I take off my helmet first, opting to check out what it looks like before taking a peek at what feels like armor. The helmet looks... almost familiar, really... what, with the glowing yellow "eyes" on the top left and right, the two horn things jutting out of the side, the fact that it seems shaped like a drago- OH MY FUCK THIS IS ALTER LANCER ARTORIA'S HELMET.
After rebooting my brain from that revelation, I look down and check out the armor, which is an odd mix off both Alter Lancer Artoria and Alter Saber Artoria's armor, plus Alter Saber's face mask strapped to the sheath for my sword... and I LOVE IT.

Everyone said:
More words

Oh right, there's more than just me here! Putting my helmet back on, I walk over and introduce myself, sword still out incase of wolves.
"It is good to know that there's more than just me here. I'm..." Uhhh, what's a good name? Ah! That'd work! "Mila Kingsgrail, though, you might know me as Kero."

Brightflame · Oct 23, 2019

Everyone said:
Lots of conversation

I sighed as my companions began conversing with one another, while I still had my spear at the ready.

"I understand the importance of knowing your allies and forming bonds." I say, loud enough that I hope everyone else heard, "but please be mindful that we're still very much indanger, I would recommend saving it for after we've dealt with the threat if you value your life."

Tale Swapper · Oct 23, 2019

Miho Chan said:
You died that day. Whatever the reason, the old you is dead. Either by truck, murder, or even a flowerpot, you died. Thankfully, the great deities of Isekai granted you a second life, complete with a CYOA! Unfortunately for you, you've forgotten every detail about that CYOA, and now have to navigate this brave new world with whatever knowledge you have of it! Good luck heroes!

Remire Villiage
First of the Pegasus Moon, Imperial Year 1179
Three Months Before the Start of Canon

You're falling. That's all you have time to comprehend before you fall face-first into the snow, surrounded by trees. Where are you?
In the distance, you see a village. You should probably head that way before you freeze to death.
Before you can take a single step, an agonizing lance of pain spears through your cranium, and you collapse from the agony. Memories of how to hold a sword, lance, ax, bow, and gauntlets pour into your mind. Memories of Magic and Faith, of tactics, of armor, of riding pegasi and horses, shoves itself into your mind, all while the searing pain continues.

As you stagger to your feet, the howls of wolves reach your ears, and you prepare for a fight, instinctively reaching for the weapon you favor most.

Every man goes through a mental checklist when waking up in an unfamiliar place. Terry Pratchett said it best; "Most people, on waking up, accelerate through a quick panicky pre-consciousness check-up: who am I, where am I, who is he/she, good god, why am I cuddling a policeman's helmet, what happened last night?"

To me, this was especially important, since the answers to many of those questions had changed radically. Grunting as I shook off my new headache (the infodump was nice, the chattering of many unfamiliar voices was not) I sat up. Time to answer the questions.

Who am I? Fuck if I know, this isn't the body I last had. It's missing the aches and pains I was used to (good) and missing my balls. (...less good)
Where am I? In the woods, snowy woods at that. Would be picturesque, if not for the howling of wolves.
Who are these people? Well, they're trading screen names, some of which I kind of recognize. Vaguely. Looks like I'm not the only one who got ROB'd.
Why am I cuddling a spear? Because it's going to be my good friend, the pointy end stuck in any wolf that tries to eat me.
What happened last night? I died. Looks like the third time getting hit by a car used up the last of my good luck on that front... And then there was the voice, the falling, and the waking up.

Coming upright, I pulled myself up with my spear. Glancing over at the large group gleefully introducing themselves made me immediately turn away. My instincts informed me that at social gatherings with lots of unfamiliar people, the best thing to do was to find something to do, rather than start talking and alienate everyone. Maybe I could help the blonde dude fight off the wolves?

Moving forward through the slush, I sighed as the man critiqued his- our comrades. I nodded absently. "Good plan. Introductions later, though I went by Tale Swapper on SF. Just a bit writer, nothing more." Readying my spear, I watched the circling wolves.

Nihilo · Oct 24, 2019

Tale Swapper said:
Moving forward through the slush, I sighed as the man critiqued his- our comrades. I nodded absently. "Good plan. Introductions later, though I went by Tale Swapper on SF. Just a bit writer, nothing more." Readying my spear, I watched the circling wolves.

She instantly perked up at that, although her eyes remained glued to the wolves, a gesture away from flinging the fireball over her left hand at the nearest one, "The author of that Worm, Shield Hero and Gamer three way crossover?"

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