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Post by kaneki on Oct 6, 2015 6:47:30 GMT -5
Awakening Shepherds (Little Vigilantes) The return of the living dead, overturned wagons, and the quest for diplomacy
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Post by Jay tha' Funkee' Homosapien on Oct 7, 2015 19:58:02 GMT -5
Chrom's Journal
November 26th, Northern Ylisse.
There have been quite a few events that had happened within the last few days, events that I still can not wrap my head around...
Firstly after returning from a mission with some of the Shepherds I met an amnesic stranger fainted outside of SouthTown and with their help and a few others We were able to stop an oncoming bandit raid in the town. It was easy to hear the Plegian accents in their voices, I will never understand why a man like Gangrel pleads for war like this... I also enlisted all the help we received in that battle to the Shepherds even against Frederick's best wishes, and due to their knowledge on tactics I made the amnesic our tactician.
Then the sudden fire within the forest... That man... Those creatures... The Eye... What could they all mean? That night felt like something out of literature, yet I remember the event clearly... I'm sure Lissa does too...
We were able to defeat those creatures and escape the flames. Within a few days we arrived back home in Ylisstol, and got to see Emm again, and after filling her in with all the details we were sent to discuss an alliance with the Khans of Regna Ferox. Here's hoping we arrive there in time.
Chrom closed his journal and gave a sigh. He and the rest of his squadron had marched all day yesterday, so they had to set up camp for the night, with the camp being rather small, as he had requested for 50 soldiers including his personal unit. The male exited his tent, watching as the others were being taken down to prepare for another day of walking. " Sire! Preparations to march are nearly complete, and the tactician has requested that we take a rest once we reach the Ylisstern bridge, do you agree with that notion?" A solider strolled up to the man, immediately dropping to one knee.  " That's good to hear, keep working your hardest, and let's get ready quickly. As for our path, I have no qualms with where we're resting, as long as we get there as quick as possible."
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Post by Poke`TrainerP!nk on Dec 25, 2015 4:44:48 GMT -5
after all this time i never thought i'd be here Into the Ylissiean capitol a petite figure emerged from one of the extravagant houses that inhabited the vicinity. She adjusted her robes some with a small huff, tucking her tome away for safe keeping. The girl ventured through the crowded streets, bobbing and weaving almost effortlessly. Her face showed of annoyance. She could feel the space enclosing tighter and tighter, making it almost impossible to breath. The mage clenched her teeth tightly, bearing through her terrible case of claustrophobia until she had finally reached her destination. She sighed in relief as she caught sight of her mentor's tent.
It was quite odd for a dingy tent to be sitting randomly in the middle of town, for an outsider. For locals, it was almost natural now, to Sayna, it was home. She pulled back the hood of her cloak, allowing her curly locks to flow out in tendrils of burgundy. A half smile graced her features. That sense of relief, however, was replaced with a feeling of dread. Perhaps she was just being paranoid? There was a sinking feeling in her stomach somehow, for some reason. She drew in a sharp breath, shaking away the worry temporarily. Drawing back the curtain, Sayna poked her head through the entrance. "You summoned me, Sir?"
A man had risen from his studies, back to his student. He turned, aged eyes weary and tired. The old mage smiled. "Ah, yes," he replied; "Sayna, come in, come in." He ushered her inside with a gentle hand to her shoulder. "Make yourself comfortable, my child. This is indeed your home too, after all. Would you like some tea?" Sayna shook her head, holding up a hand. "No, thank you, Sir. I appreciate the offer. I would like to know the reasoning of myself being here. Has something happened? Have I done something wrong?"
The man gave a chuckle. "So full of doubt and skepticism, my dear pupil. You should really be more positive on your assumptions. What if I had just decided to invite my favorite student for tea and a conversation?" Sayna pursed her lips thoughtfully. "You're starting to sound like Arro.. And my mother."
"Ah yes, how is your mother? And your friend Arro? Do you two still spend time together?"
"They're both fine. Master, please. There must be a more pressing reason why I am here."
He let out a sigh of defeat. "Alright, alright. The truth of the matter is, I have called for you for an important task." The girl took a step forward, knitting her 'brows together in growing curiosity. He reached into his tattered robes, relinquishing an open envelope, stamped with the royal family's crest, the mark of Naga. Sayna's eyes grew wide, hitching in a breath. It felt like her heart had stopped beating for a moment, her head began to spin with so many questions swarming at once. Her mouth ran dry, licking her lips a little before speaking in a hushed tone. "Am I in some kind of trouble?"
Her mentor let out a heartfelt laugh. "Oh, my dear," he assured her; "This is not a letter of concern. But, an approval." She looked at him in utter confusion.
"I have taken upon myself to request your place in the royal house to be taught the ancient arts of magic."
She opened her mouth to object. He raises a hand to dismiss her. "I have taken you in as my most beloved student. And have taught you everything I know. However, there is more to what I have shown you. You must experience the world for yourself and discover the most greatest mysteries." He clasped a hand to her shoulder. "This is an opportunity to be something great. You have the potential and drive."
Sayna stared at her mentor's face for a long time, processing anything she could say to this sudden change of pace. She wasn't quite sure if she was ready to take such a big step. She frowned, looking down at her feet. "I don't know, Sir... Do you think I am ready?"
He smiled, "No. I don't. But, nobody is fully prepared for everything. It's all a learning experience." He handed her the envelope; "I want you to take this. You will be under the tutelage of the Ylissean Kingdom, and this is proof." The old man gave her a kiss to the forehead. "You will do just fine, my child. I just know it." TAGS: none
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NOTES: I'll probably add more. I wasn't sure how to put her in considering she has no reason to venture out yet. So, she'll bump into the Shepherds upon their return eventually? I dunno. I haven't gotten that far. I'll probably have her running back and forth until she eventually ends up where they are currently. |
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Post by Jay tha' Funkee' Homosapien on Mar 7, 2016 21:00:09 GMT -5
| The prince gave a his arm a small stretch, slowly rolling it at its joint. He had slept well this morning, with all the frequent missions he had been on recently probably being the cause of this relief. He looked around the camp slowly, taking in the smell of what would probably be today's lunch, the sight of soldiers and even some of the shepherds packing things up, shining weapons or playing a few games; and the sound of chatter amongst soldiers and the bird's chirping.
This was home.
For some reason the campgrounds had always felt more like home to him than his own castle. The people were genuine, everybody looked past the classes of society, teamwork and hard work were rewarded, and the most important fact: He was seen more as a person, than as a prince.
And that wasn't to say that he disliked the castle, of course he did, they were pleasures that you could only have there. There sure as hell would be no way for Emm to come down here on the battlefield, and hey, who doesn't enjoy being a bit pampered sometimes? In fact... Since everyone was busy, and he had some time to kill... Why not take a walk?
"Sire!"
"Hmm?" Chrom was taken out of his thoughts by another soldier approaching, an envelope with the mark of Naga on it was held carefully in her hands.
"This came by messenger griffin, it is of the utmost importance for you to read it now." The man was handed the letter by the soldier, who with a salute went back on her way.
Chrom attempted to open the envelope carefully, only to rip the edges accidentally. "Gods..." He muttered lowly, a light blush dusting his cheeks. Taking a quick read of it he was alerted that another ally; a mage in training; would be joining them, and that she was on her way as he read.
"I see..." He muttered quietly, taking a few steps off in the opposite direction of the camp.
A new member, huh? Well it'd take them some time to arrive, right? It's not like they would need him to be around. The prince continued in his direction, beginning his walk.
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Post by Poke`TrainerP!nk on Mar 7, 2016 22:04:55 GMT -5
after all this time i never thought i'd be here The woman heaved a heavy sigh. She ran her fingers through messy tresses of red hair that had been put up into a sloppy bun. Sayna tilted her head up towards the sky, squinting her eyes from the small rays of sunlight that peeked through the canopy. The air around her was crisp and cool, and the aroma of the fresh greenery around her filled her senses. It was times like these that were rare and meant to be cherished. It was rather lovely. However, there was one small flaw.
She was absolutely lost.
The mage groaned, loudly, rubbing at her cheeks with her palms. "Why do I get myself into these situations?" she mumbled to herself grumpily. Surely, the camp wasn't too far from Ylisse. So, how on earth did she manage to fumble herself away from the path and lose her way so easily? It wasn't very helpful to realize that she really hadn't gone out much to explore the world outside of the comfort of her home.
Sayna removed the hood of her robes, taking a glance around the area to make mental note of some familiar monuments. Unfortunately, everything had looked the same. She frowned. There was an eerie silence then, it was almost enough to send a chill down her spine. Her ears twitched every now and again at the faintest sounds of the leaves rustling, birds chirping, and other little critters scattering about on the forest floor. The atmosphere seemed average. So, why did she have an unpleasant feeling in the pit of her stomach?
The woman took a step back, then shook her head. "This is nonsense," she scolded herself; "I'm probably just being paranoid, there's no-one else here but me... So why..." She trailed off, turning her head sharply towards the sound of a twig breaking only a few feet away.
"Tch, must have been an animal."
Of course. That's what it was. It was unsettling, the way she felt being watched, though.
She turned around abruptly, attempting to head back into the direction she came from. "Maybe, if I retrace my steps.." Sayna walked on, trying to push away the feeling of being preyed upon. It was all in her imagination. Surely. This experience was all new to her, so of course there would be some doubt. But, perhaps this was more than insecurity.
Sayna paused. She could have sword she heard footsteps behind her.
Her hand idly slipped into her robes, fingertips touching the leather spine of the tome she carried. Her instinct told her to keep moving. However, her legs had lost all mobility. She just stood there, shakily gripping the book. "Alright, I know you're out here. Come on out," she demanded, hitching her breath. "Coward, Preying upon a helpless lady out in the middle of the woods."
It was only a slight movement that a blade had just barely missed contact with her head, slicing the air so close to her face that Sayna could smell the dried blood that coated the weapon. Her eyes widened, stumbling backward with a small yelp. She had lost her footing then, tripping and falling onto her rear into the pile of damp leaves. "Ow.." She gritted her teeth.
"Aw. Did the little lass hurt herself?" A gruff voice had taunted her. She glared, eyes meeting with soulless orbs filled with malicious intent.
The man chuckled, raising his weapon to attack again. "Don't worry. I'll make this as painless as possible. Now hold still." His blade came down. Sayna rolled away, barely escaping a devastating blow.
"Oi! I said. Hold still!"
The woman gripped her Elfire, swiftly turning the pages. "Not likely..." She huffed, then sent a fireball at his direction with a quick incantation. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to cause serious damage. But, at least it gave her a little bit of a diversion to get away to safety.... Hopefully.
The Ruffian hollered, swinging his weapon clumsily, his eyes watered as the weak flame crackled and spit into his eyes on impact.
"We're not done here, ya' little bitch!"
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