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Fire Emblem Divide

Ari Blomgren

The archer watched with a sort of morbid fascination as the dragons took flight once again, now stopping at a worrying distance away from their group. Both of them released another round of spine-chilling roars, and Ari realized, with a sinking feeling, that they had been calling their comrades. That much was apparent when he saw a swarm of those hated eyeball creatures descending like ghosts, wreathing around the dragons with not so much as a sound. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Each one's line of sight burned directly through him with their bloodshot whites and jittering pupils. He muttered a Malthian vulgarity and readied his longbow. Getting too close would allow them swarm, and he'd prefer if that didn't happen.

The people around him seemed to be equally frozen in terror from the way they had halted in the entrance of the fortress. There was no sanctuary waiting for them, according to the whispered rumors that rippled along their forces of a pair of shrieking ghost women within the castle whose cries were capable of stealing the soul from the body. Privately, Ari wondered if the person who had started the rumor was qualified to serve on a battlefield. With a pair of Blood Dragons bearing down upon them, now was not the time to be spooked over some spirits. But retreating into the fortress... he wondered if that would make it more difficult for them to escape in the case that the dragons decided to destroy the building itself. Which was highly likely.

But the problem with that was that the quickest path leading towards the enemy had no cover; it was a veritable no man's land considering the sheer amount of ranged attackers facing them, all lined up into one impenetrable wall. His muscles tensed, torn between following his instinct of dashing into the trees or waiting to see his comrades' next moves.

His hesitation only lasted a moment: one of the Alliance's soldiers charged forward, seemingly without regard for her own safety, and Ari thought, How foolish, but he found his feet carrying himself with her and his arms following through into a sequence of forms he had known from childhood and then they were all charging with the pulse of the war drum...

Their combined forces fell upon the monstrous swarm with a viciousness known only to those desperate and cornered. Ari himself let fly an arrow after another before, dimly aware of that familiar figure, weaving about in the air and gracefully avoiding a fury of claws and teeth and dragon breath amidst the cries of battle. Of course the Champion of Frost would be the first to engage a Blood Dragon.

... And then it was all over. The "battle" could have been considered a skirmish with that brevity of length, yet when the dying screeches of the Blood Dragons sounded over the field and the thump of their carcasses shook the ground, Ari felt as if he had been fighting for an eternity. Mogall fluids stained his hands, his bow, his cloak, his hair even. With the pump of adrenaline in his veins, he was much too exhilarated to care.

[Ari moves to M18]
[Ari attacks White Mogall for 130 damage]
[White Mogall is defeated!]

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Zane

Smirking at their ineffectual attack Zane still shuddered when a banshee passed right through him, turning to face the creature he half expected it to have taken one of his kidneys with it. Finding himself entirely unharmed he kept his gaze fixed on his target and let loose a gout of dark miasma the moment the silencing idol was removed.

The banshee was readying it's own attack when the stream of black smoke struck it, for moment it struggled to remain upright but the tide swiftly overtook it and tore the creature apart.
[Zane attacks Banshee (21) for 75 damage]
[Banshee (21) is defeated]

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Lothric

[Lothric moves to N21]
[Lothric attacks Green Mogall (9) and...Mogall jam is everywhere again (195 damage!)]
[Green Mogall (9) is defeated]
 
TURN 11
Phase
New Foreigners


[Black Mogall 8 moves to M21]
[Black Mogall 8 attacks Veilvel but misses!]



TURN 12
Phase

United Forces

[Forward March has worn off on Kayo...]

Count Gensokyo Count Gensokyo

[Forward March has worn off on Reva...]


[Fortissimo has worn off on Whimsey...]
Mothman Mothman

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S'Zura's ears twitched, listening to the battles outside as best she could. Seems the crazy bastards actually decided to fight the beasts that appeared. Part of her wanted to run back and help in the fighting, but what good would that do? She clearly failed as a commander, the Panther had to do at least one thing right this day.

Not that it would save her once things were said and done.

[S'Zura moves to E3 and waits]
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NAYU

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Everything happened very quickly. Most of it was in accordance to plan, and the rest Nayu assumed was mere luck. Or perhaps Naga truly was watching out for them. Nayu had always been led to believe that Naga was a Manakete, the same as herself. She had always wondered if Naga actually was a Manakete, was it true that she was really a goddess? Was it possible for a dragon to become a god? Nayu didn't have the answers to this, although a part of her believed Naga was real. And there were times when she put her faith in her, despite whether or not that faith would go unanswered.

Nayu heard sounds of fighting within the halls of the stronghold, from the direction of the soldiers that had been left to guard the entrance to the fort. Nayu wondered whether or not the monsters had managed to breach the gates, or if there had been some other unseen enemies lurking within the keep that they had been completely unaware of...She focused her attention back upon the two ghastly creatures that stood before them in the room of the treasury, as the Legion's healer shoved her way past her body and placed another statue upon the ground. The banshees screamed, although it appeared to have no effect. Nayu moved her large green scaled body out of the doorway, watching as another pale skinned Manakete transformed in front of her before blasting one of the banshees with a breath of energy. The attack beamed with a holy radiance, and the banshee was quickly disintegrated within its light.

The other banshee attempted to flee, passing through her's and Zane's body. Nayu's scales rippled as she shivered, having never felt a sensation quite like that before. Zane did not allow the creature to escape however, and quickly disposed of it with his own breath of dark energy. Her allies having killed the creatures, Nayu turned back toward the direction of the other soldiers who were still stationed near the gates. The halls of the stronghold were eerily silent, and she could no longer hear the sounds of battle coming from outside.

To her surprise, it appeared that the battle might very well be over. She wondered if anyone had been injured beyond the keep's walls, and whether or not the blood dragons had been defeated. Nayu knew that there must be more monsters left however, and this battle was not over yet. She needed to secure the throne room, and quickly. "Zane, follow me. I'll need your key." She told the male Manakete. She then made her way to the right wing of the garrison, assuming her human form once again as she walked. She could see the doors to the throne room through the dim light of the hallway. She stopped, turning to make sure Zane was behind her before speaking. "Hand me your key, please." She spoke.

[Nayu moved to P9]

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It was strange how much quieter it was in the throne room. Almost eerie, even. It felt disconnected from the chaos tearing through the air outside. Shaking her head, the Panther continued forward.

[S'Zura moves to E2]
[Throne one is claimed!]

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Zane

Taking a quick look outside Zane couldn't see anymore enemies or hear any fighting from where he stood, more than that the sense of constant tension and smell of fear in the air seemed to have died down indicating to him that the battle was effectively over though he still kept a careful eye on the Legion troops while he followed Nayu. As much as he wanted to believe that they could find a way to keep cooperating even after the battle was over Zane knew it wasn't that simple, both sides were fighting for what they believed was the best way to ensure the survival of their entire civilisation, it would take more than one day where admitted they had a common enemy to fight for them to reconcile.

Still he wondered if taking a side had been the best choice, joining the Alliance had seemed like the fastest way to get into the thick of it and kill some monsters but he wasn't sure if he could've really managed to kill another person if it had come down to it. He had only joined on the spur of the moment while his blood was still up and if he was honest with himself he hadn't thought through the implications of his decision at all.

Trailing behind Nayu on autopilot it took him a moment to realise she had stopped and was asking for his key, releasing his own transformation he fished out the key and handed it over. "Go on, I'll keep watch."

[Zane moves to P8]
[Zane trades Door Key to Nayu]


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NAYU

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The east wing of the fort was eerily silent. Nayu stood alone with Zane in the long dimly lit corridor, and the sounds of the armies that were gathered in the middle of the fort had faded in the distance. She made her way to the doorway that stood at the end of the hall, visible only by the bit of light that found its way into the hall through one of the keep's windows. The fort had been abandoned for some time, and the walls of the fort were lined with empty sconces that once were used to illuminate the now desolate keep.

With only Zane for company, Nayu began to feel slightly uneasy in the solitude of the empty wing of the stronghold. She kept a close eye on her surroundings as she walked down the hallway, when suddenly...she noticed a slithering sound. It seemed to be very close by, and Nayu knew that she and Zane had to be on their guard. There was nothing more dangerous than an enemy that you could not see or prepare for. "Stay alert. We're not alone in here." Nayu spoke to Zane, her voice carrying through the hallway in the silence. She pulled out the key from the pouch at her waist, before pushing it into the lock on the outside of the stone doorway and giving it a twist. With a bit of effort she managed to shove the stone doors apart, which creaked loudly breaking the silence.

[Nayu moved to V9]

[Nayu used Zane's Door Key]

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CHAPTER 2
Vultures of Fortune

Mage & Elf
Location: K22 & L21
Kickin' It With: Nobody

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The low roar of thunder grumbled in the distance as the ever present black clouds of Glypheim began to pepper the earth with their heavy tear droplets. Raindrops pattered against the young mage's hat before rolling off of the wide brim. Trudging through the snow was bad enough, but the off and on rain formed puddles, and then the puddles would freeze. The frozen puddles would become treacherous little traps covered shortly afterward by snowfall. One such puddle caught the mage off guard for the fourth time since he had begun his grand escape to the border today. "WAAA--OOF!!" The caster slipped forward and fell face first into the snow, much to the amusement of his elven companion.

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"Kehehehe~" she tittered as the mage groaned audibly despite his face being muffled by the ground beneath him.
"I can't take much more of this place!!" The mage exclaimed after he exposed his face once more to the chilling air. "Of all the borders Nadia could've taken us to, it just HAD to be Titus!" The elf came to his side and gave him a helping hand to get him back onto his feet. She had the benefit of walking behind the mage and had been able to avoid making the same slippery mistakes. So it was only natural she'd develop a more positive outlook toward the trek.
"At least the rain will slow the others down~" she commented airily as the mage dusted the snow off of his robes. His teeth chattered as he nodded in agreement and his shivering fingers pushed up his glasses.

"Indeed." The mage adjusted the heavy rucksack on his back and added, "But it certainly isn't doing us any favors either..." His neck whipped around and he looked into the trees nervously. "D-Did you hear something?!"
"Mmmmm nope~"
the elf responded carelessly. "Oh~! I hear wind~ And trees~ And you of course~ I suppose I hear a lot of things...."
"N-No I m-meant-- nevermind! L-Let's just go!"
The mage began trudging forward again. "B-But keep your guard up! Y-You never know who might've caught up to us! Or who might be out here..."
"Mhm~"
the elf hummed back in affirmation and assured him, "Don't worry~ I won't let anyone hurt you~"
"Ugh... y-yes of course, but s-surely even you would have trouble defending yourself with all that stuff on your back... right?"

The elf shrugged and replied, "I suppose we'll find out~" The cold had already taken a lot of the color out of the mage's face, so his face couldn't become any more pale to match the level of fear that the elf's uncertain statement had bred in him. "Wait a minute... I think I do hear something~"
"Nnnn!"
he whimpered and attempted to pick up the pace.


Commander & Soldier
Location: S22 & R21
Kickin' It With: Nobody

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"Sssst! Ahhh..." the commander hissed and seethed as he stopped to lean up against a pine tree. He grit his teeth and looked up defiantly. He was nearly out of the woods, but all throughout his forest trek the icy chill felt as if it was eating at him, gnawing away at his very bones. It would be weak for a commander to whine and complain when the circumstances became dire. And as a Komodan samurai who considered himself more than worthy of the blade he wielded, the commander refused to let pain and discomfort get the better of him. However, it was becoming difficult to maintain the facade of an unbreakable warrior. His skin was beginning to turn horrific shades of blue, and his body shivered uncontrollably.

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"Shit boss, you don't look so good!" The commander's loyal soldier pointed out the obvious.
"Watch your language, soldier!" He barked back authoritatively.
"Sorry..." he grumbled as he came to join the commander at his side. "Look, we don't have much farther to go. Just lemme help ya the resta the way!"
"I-I'm fine,"
the commander growled back as he pulled himself off of the tree. "'Do your part, not mine. Only the useless succumb at the finish line.'"
The soldier cracked a grin and shook his head. "I'd just hate for your golden haiku to die with you here in the snow before you gotta chance to write 'em all down."
"I told you I'm fine!"
The commander snapped and stubbornly continued on, wincing with every step. "Move out!" The soldier defiantly ducked under his commander's arm and wrapped it around his shoulders so that his body could act as a crutch for the commander.
"Aye, aye captain." He agreed as the two continued the last stretch of their journey. The commander glared out of the side of his eye at his fellow soldier. Both of them were carrying loads of treasure, and stopping to help him was only slowing the both of them down. One of them making it was better than neither. But still, he couldn't bare the thought of his failure being forever engraved upon his epitaph.

"I see soldiers..." The commander separated himself. Both men squatted in the woods and looked toward the base over the hill where men were gathering.
"Are they our guys?" the soldier asked in a whisper.
"Can't tell." The commander admitted with narrowed eyes. "Just stick with plan A until we know for sure."
"You got it boss,"
the soldier gave him a thumbs up and the commander nodded dutifully.
"Good man. Move out."


TURN 1
Legion of Stone

Current Battle

[It's raining! Movement for all non-Flying Branch units and Avian Laguz is reduced by 2! ]

[Thunder Warrior 1's Movement has been raised by 1!]

[Thunder Warrior 1's Movement has been raised by 1!]

[Vulture 3 has contracted Frostbite!]

[Blue position 3 has contracted Frostbite!]

[Blue position 4 has contracted Frostbite!]

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Chud, the dude
Position: U27
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This was an odd place for Chud, not fully certain how he got to the frontlines, and not quite careing enough to do anything about it, the man took a gander at the snowy, and rain drenched, world around him. Rain dripped and pattered atop of his hat, rolling off him like a duck off water's back... He couldn't help but feel this was a wonderful place to contemplate the overarching melancholy that gripped this part of the world. lots of folks ain't having any fun around here, hell he couldn't help but feel this was probably a rather common occurrence for this area. He never really liked the cold, the summer heat was where it's at. Titus pole was one hell of a big ol' swat of cold and unpleasantness

The wind howled along the landscape, the wet droplets demanding all who were struck by them to submit to their chilling will. But Chud? Oh he wasn't about that, hell he was barely about anything, but he wasn't about to let some frosty so and so called "Mother nature" try and chill him, and his buddies, to the core. And so, he kept up his strumming, letting the memories of a lively world come creeping back from the downpour of sadness and frosty air.

An uplifting tune, that combated the coldness around him as if he were a living campfire, heating up the cold oppressive chill and breathing life back to those brought low by the chilling winds, hell even the rain seemed that little bit more bearable, the cold droplets turning to but a warm drizzle, thought still causing troubles for the boots, they didn't break the heart with each chilling pang that crept down your shirt.

But what words would this man grace the world with? What might he say to his fellows who were standing around in the snow covered near him.

"..........Some weather huh...?" he spoke up, moving the blade of grass in his mouth to a new position, blowing a puff of hot air to the air.

[Chud stays in place at T28, strummin' away.]
[Unit 3, 4 effected by heart of it all, frostbite prevented.]


Heart of it all*: the soothing upbeat songs played by the man reminds allies of vibrant and joy filled summers, allies(including self) within 2 cells heal for 5 hp each turn, and prevents frostbite for those in the radius.
 
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Nour Olhouser
Position: V26 to T26
Interacting With: Chud ( Orikanyo Orikanyo ), Evelyn - Mentioned ( Copykat Copykat ), Commander and Soldier
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"Achoo!"

Nour sniffled, huffing warm breaths into his hands. Yet in spite of his best efforts, his fingers were growing stiffer by the minute. It was an uncomfortable phenomenon that brought back certain memories: he and Grandma hiking up snowy mountain paths and picking out frost-laden herbs, her warm hand enveloping his own cold one. This gray white world made him feel as if he were once again in Malth. Malth - where the snow had erased all sights and absorbed all sound until it seemed that there was no past, no future, nothing that mattered besides him and Grandma in their little hut.

He felt a pang in his heart - yearning perhaps, or sorrow. He wasn't quite sure. Then the feeling disappeared, chased away by the notes of a cheerful mandolin tune.

"It sure is, Mister Chud. Are you unused to the cold?"

If his memory served him right, Chud was from Komodo and that area didn't typically experience such frozen extremes. Ah! That was right - he'd remembered to pack his Elfire tome, which could be useful in providing some warmth for his party members. He looked to the others in their little group: an imposing middle-aged man clad in heavy armor, a sharp-looking young woman tapping absentmindedly at her drum, and a beautiful lady armed with a sword over half her size. Feeling dwarfed in age, stature, experience -- all aspects in fact -- he distracted himself with the task of retrieving Elfire from the hodgepodge of spell materials, papers, potions, and books in his bag.

"Here it is!" Nour exclaimed to himself, holding the tome up proudly. He fumbled through the pages to find the right spell. Now to recite the incantation: he'd have to remember to project, since fire was one of the more temperamental elements and required a commanding master.

"Ignite!"

A spark sputtered in the palm of his hand and almost blinked out entirely before blooming into a sizable fireball. He mentally cheered at the continuation of his "first try" streak. Now they had good music and a warm campfire to enjoy it around; the day was looking better already.

"Does this feel more comfortable?" As he sought affirmation from his teammates, he noticed a figure - no, two figures in the distance along the treeline. "Um, s-say are those the Vultures that we're supposed to be looking out for?" Enemy soldiers were also a possibility, but Nour didn't want to go there: battle was always an ugly prospect even if it had become necessary.

Well, there was only one way to find out who they were. Nour cautiously ventured out from his position, fireball at the ready. "E-excuse me! Could you state your identities, p-please?" That might've been too polite; what if they thought the Legion weak because of his phrasing? "W-we come armed! So please don't try anything strange."


[Nour (6) moves from V26 to T26.]
[Nour (6) chats with Vultures 4 and 3.]

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Irene Klaress
Postition: X9 → R10
Interactions: Vultures 7 and 8 ( SirBlazeALot SirBlazeALot )
Today's mission should go like a breeze.

Irene, along with several tacticians of the 111th, had concocted up a strategy that would use of their many advantages, and strike on their enemy's weaknesses. And according to certain calculative folks, the chance of the Legion's success here is about 80% - which is more than enough already.

But now, on the field, it seems that things won't go that smoothly. Still, Irene's confidence in her group does not waver. They will emerge victorious on this mission, just as they had always have.

"Remember, the vultures are our priority!", she shouted. "We must get to them first, before the Alliance does!"

She tapped the nape of her wyvern, Karion - who roared proudly and spread its wings in response to her gesture. Within mere seconds, they were up in the air.

"Move out!"

Riding atop her wyvern, she flew into the distance, heading straight into the horizon.


She soared the sky for a few minutes, until she spotted two people, who stood out from the snowy scene filled with trees and rocks. After picking a spot, Karion landed on a clear spot amidst the vast forestry.

Taking a closer look, she tried to recognize the two, but was unable to. Knowing that they aren't part of her battalion, she concluded that they are their targets - the vultures. One was a girl, and obviously a manakete, while the other was clad in armor and covered by a cloak - proving quite difficult to identify.

"You there!", she called upon them. "State your identities!"


[Irene moves from X9 to R10.]
[Irene chats with Vultures 7 and 8.]
 
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Haldir Ilifiel
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Haldir had only been out from the protection of the stronghold for a few minutes, and he could already feel the cold pressing into his bone. Nevertheless, he tucked his tome into the pouch just below his back and gripped the hilt of the dagger stored in his belt. In his head, he shunned himself for already allowing the cold rain and bitter wind to get to him. After all, he was MaltianI! He grew up in the freezing cold! But he couldn't change how strong he was, so he bid the Archer he stood by a short nod and began his way into the white.

This wasn't his first fight, but it would likely be his first Battle. The Legion had word that the Alliance was also after the scavengers, which meant that he would probably find himself in a confrontation. He could feel the wind whip at the loose bits of clothing he wore as he stuck one boot after another into the wet ground, and soon into the snow. It was then he heard the almost stern voice of a woman carried by the wind, along with three shadowy figures appearing before him. One of the figures he recognized, it was the officer he had met before. She was a strong woman, dauntless and almost stubborn when it came to daring odds. She was none other than Irene, but the other two puzzled Haldir. One appeared feminine, with something dragging behind her. The other was large, most certainly a foot taller than himself.

"Great. Just Great."

The icy wind whipped away the cloud of his breath as he stepped further into the snow, feeling it dig at the bones in his feet. He ignored it to the best of his ability and made those last steps, trying to get a good view of the encounter. He could only imagine the strength of the man underneath all that armor, and the great sword he carried was visible to Haldir now. He could see the other as well, a younger appearing girl with what looked to be a tail moving behind her. He stayed back, partly to keep the trees between them and mostly because of the cold biting at his every movement. He could hear them, at least well enough.

He decided to let Irene do the talking, she had a way with people that he enjoyed. He simply stayed back behind the set of trees, at least until he could convince his legs to move again.

[Haldir (5) moves from Z9 to V9]
 
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Arika
Interacting With - Solaris Necromantic Necromantic

The cold wasn’t so bad. Arika was quite fond of the cold. The fluffy snow reminded her of home, and her glorious struggles in Malth. The rain on the other hand, was awful. The rain got her clothes beneath her armor all soggy and sticky, making the cold seep into her core!

“Damn this weather!” Alrika exploded out of nowhere, much to he surprise of the soldiers accompanying her. She liked the people who were assigned to help her. Two were healers, so she could fight as hard as she wanted, and one was a plain looking mage. But in the stories she read, the plain looking folk were always reliable. She gazed at one of the healers for awhile. He looked pretty flimsy. “Hey you tall boy! Are you sure you aren’t a civilian or something? Try not to die ok!?” Arika said cheerfully, as if she giving him good advice.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna head forward and try and beat up some of those Alliance people that are supposed to be over there!” Arika pointed her sword towards some trees on the other side of the border. “So you, fat healer guy! Follow me!” Arika commanded, stomping forwards through the snow and rain until she reached a patch of snow covered trees. She stopped, and leaned against it. The leaves and branches helped shelter her from the rain. Finding it a suitable place to shake off the frigid cold for a moment while her medic came caught up. The way the trees were covered in snow was beautiful, but the rain was ruining what Arika thought as a potentially perfect scene! With that thought, Arika began thinking off all the beautiful scenes she’d witnessed over the years. She grinned softly, staring down into the snow. The battle was secondary.

[Arika(2) moved from L3 to Q3]
[Arika(2) waits under a tree]
[End Turn]

[Heavy Medic(13) moves to Q4]
[Heavy Medic(13) Waits]
[End Turn]
 
Legion of Stone Tailor.
interacting with Thunder warrior(Dummy 1)

Being a kindly old lady Granny Mildred couldn't quite stand seeing so many go without sweaters in such cold weather, indeed, the old woman was quick with her hands when it came to knitting sweaters and scarfs but those little rascally soldiers just wouldn't stay still long enough for her to get them all handed out! Thus, Granny Mildred had to start hunting down those silly little kittens who left without their mittens, no matter what they might say about the color! "But Granny this sweater doesn't match my armor." "This sweater is rather itchy..." Alll silly wishy washy nonesense, they needed to stay warm!

And as such, the old woman walked right over to Thunder warrior 1 and all but forced the sweater upon them, wrapping a nice, yet still rather... unpleasant to look at scarf around the bird's neck. Warm as it was, it... Still was an unpleasant sight... But Granny was delighted nonetheless.

[Tailor moves from Y22 to Y24]
[Tailor uses sewing on Thunder warrior (dummy 1) to prevent frostbite.)
 
Evelyn Monroe
Position: T28 --> S26
Chillin With: Nour ( hosaki hosaki ) Chud ( Orikanyo Orikanyo ), and Vultures 3 and 4.

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For Evelyn, the cold wasn't that much of a problem for her. Whether it be from living up north so long or the fact that she was undead, it didn't matter which in the end. She knew they were out there to help the army transport something, for a moment it sounded mildly interesting, but she quickly got bored and started dozing off almost immediately during mission briefing. Somehow Evelyn still got picked to be apart of the mission, it's close to home so it was fine for her, and it had been some time since she actually did the job she was hired for. At the beginning though was a lot of waiting, and that sucked, so she found ways to entertain herself.

Evelyn carefully observed the crew she had with her, she looked first at Chud, and quickly decided he was the wisest and most powerful among the group, and his mandolin playing only cemented that idea in her head. Then she looked at Nour, he seemed to be new to this kinda thing, that worried her, but not really enough to have any emotional impact. The knight looked tough, but it seemed like moving around in that heavy armor with all this snow around would be difficult, lastly towards the drummer, it seemed odd she wasn’t interested in playing along. Evelyn asks her about this, “what’s wrong, you prefer playing solo or something?” the drummer girl shook her head, and decided to start playing alongside Chud. The tune they created went from heartwarming to uplifting, and inspiring. It almost made Evelyn a bit interested in doing something, almost.

It seemed regardless of what she wanted, she saw shadows further away, she focused her eyes on them, they didn’t seem to be Legion soldiers, but she wasn’t sure if they were Alliance either. Mostly due to laziness she hoped they were Vultures so that she wouldn’t have to fight immediately assumed they were Vultures, with sacks full of loot. She sighed for a moment, not wanting to confront them right now, but as they got closer, she noticed Nour went on to do so instead. Evelyn waited a moment to hear what Nour would say, she heard him start off simple asking for their identities, he was a bit of a wuss but not critically so, or so at least Evelyn thought. Then she heard him again "W-we come armed! So please don't try anything strange." Oh geez, she thought. He tried to be forceful, but his nervousness still shows, this could be interesting but… no. She had considered leaving him on his own, and seeing if he could take care of this solo, but even she wasn’t that cruel. She walked past Nour and spoke in a more calm tone, yet her voice seemed to blend with the rain, making her seem a bit mysterious. “Now now, there’s no need for all that. I’m sure none of us want to fight right now.” She looked at the one in front, his movements seemed sluggish, and he looked almost as pale as she did, but his skin was more likely suffering from this cold, she thought if she needed to, she could at least take the healthier looking one out, as it seemed the other would have trouble running away. But, that was talk of a worst case scenario, one that she could probably avoid.

She turned back to Nour, and tried to calm him down, “I doubt the Alliance would have made it here unless they made a full sprint, and no one’s doing that in this snow, besides look.” She pointed to the one in front she noticed earlier, “that one looks like he’s in bad shape, even someone like you could take him if you tried hard enough.” She joked, these guys still looked tough, even though she could get a sneak attack in on them, she wasn't sure of her chances in a fair fight. Evelyn turned back to the men addressing them again. “In all seriousness, the kid did ask you a question, what’s your name and what are you doing here.” She was a bit forceful this time herself, she didn’t speak with hostility or malice, but her tone helped get her attitude across.

[ War Drummer (9) moves to T27 ]
[ War Drummer (9) uses the Active Skill, 'Forward March'! ]
[ Nour's (6) Mov increases by 2! ]
[ Chud's (3) Mov increases by 2! ]
[ Evelyn's (4) Mov increases by 2! ]
[ Knight's (12) Mov increases by 2!]

[ Evelyn(4) moves to S24 ]
[Evelyn (4) chats with Vultures 3 and 4]
 
Solaris Mell

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[Solaris(7) contemplates letting Arika die]
[But decides to follow her instead]
[Solaris(7) moved from U4 to T3
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Nagadammit, it was cold. Why was Solaris here again? If he had to make a list of places he didn't want to be, "in the cold rain" had to be pretty fucking high on the it. Then again, he supposed that cold rain didn't actually count as a place.... Whatever, he didn't care. He should've just stayed back at camp with Luna, his older brother might've been annoying but he was favourable to a this. At least he had a warm personality.

“Hey you tall boy! Are you sure you aren’t a civilian or something? Try not to die ok!?”

Solaris glared at the person who spoke to him. Oh, great, he was cold, wet, and near somebody fucking annoying. Somebody that he would be expected to keep alive, though he supposed he could pretend he didn't notice her and leave that to the... Other healer.... Did she really need this many healers around her? What kind of battle formation was this? "How about you fuck off?"

“Alright guys, I’m gonna head forward and try and beat up some of those Alliance people that are supposed to be over there!”

Oh... Great, she was annoying and stupid. This was great. Just fucking peachy. She was gonna get herself killed charging off into enemy territory. He regretted being here even more now. Despite the temptation to just let her charge off into danger with a single Heavy Medic behind her, something told him that it would be best if he... didn't do that. Though maybe the Legion would be better off without her?

Whatever. It wasn't like he would be talking to her. He followed after the woman who seemed to have rocks where her brain should've been.

"THIS WILL PROBABLY HAVE A QUOTE NEXT POST"
 
Captain Keito & Dante
Location: S22 & R21
Kickin' It With: Nour, Evelyn

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A young voice reached out to the Vultures through the rain as they drew ever nearer to the fortress, as did the dulcet and upbeat tunes generated from a true master of a bard accompanied by a crisp snare drum. The red glow of a warm flame invited the two of them enticingly. Now that they were out of the woods, the Commander could see another fortress to the west, and he could spy soldiers there as well. It was imperative that he expose himself to heat, but the threat of the young mage's words weren't lost on him. "As are we!!" he threatened right back, mustering all of his strength to sound stalwart and imposing. The soldier looked to his commander warily, hoping that the abrasive officer wouldn't ruin their chances of getting help.

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Then, a young woman with skin pale enough to rival the snow beneath them approached. She drew closer than the mage, which prompted the Commander to place his hand on his sword hilt despite the swordmaiden's efforts toward achieving peace between the two suspicious parties. The mage was young and seemed to play the defensive angle, choosing to remain behind the safety of a small fort structure, while the woman was bold. Cautious as ever, the Commander refused to let his guard down despite being in no position to take on either of them, let alone both of them and the rest of their party. The soldier attempted to break the ice between the two of them and proceeded to introduce himself.

"I'm Da--"
"My name is Keito, Captain Keito, and this is my man Dante."
Keito cut him off before Dante could finish his name. "We're members of a mercenary troupe, or rather, we were. Now we're all that's left. We mean you only as much ill intent as you mean us." Keito threateningly unsheathed an inch of his sword, allowing the metal gleam and wink at the strangers. Dante was quick to defuse Keito's aggressive approach and spoke in a much more friendly manner.
"B-But hopefully you guys don't mean us any harm at all, hahaha! Ha... ahem..." He laughed nervously. "Because we could really use your help! The Comman--Captain here is in bad shape, and he could really use some help!" Dante's honesty earned him a glare from Keito, but he continued, "All we want is a warm bed, and passage outta Patrium. A-And we're willing to pay our dues, don't worry!" Dante grinned and stood proudly as he stepped from behind the trees. "Heh heh! We ain't freeloaders, that's for sure!"
"And we aren't idiots either,"
Keito hissed.


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L'Ren & Zero
Location: R11 & S10
Kickin' It With: Irene


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It took a special set of stones to pull up on a wyvern to a Manakete and a guy as big as Zero, and L'Ren could respect that. The unflinching titan in ebony armor beside her folded his arms over his chest as the little Manakete swiftly responded to Irene's command. "I'd be happy to, miss! You seem to be on the up and up! Name's L'Ren, and the walking fortress goes by Zero!" L'Ren's dark scaly tail swished behind her in the snow as she spoke. Zero's face plate remained fixed upon Irene. The black knight was ragged, and worn. His armor was dented and scratched by hell spawn, his cloak was singed and withered by fell magic, and the large broadsword upon his back was stained with blood. In contrast, L'Ren appeared quite put together and unfazed, aside from a few scuff marks here and there on her clothes.

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"I'm a businesswoman, miss! And it's your lucky day!" L'Ren continued. "You see, Zero and I are in a liiiiittle bit of a pickle! We're stranded, we have no idea where we're going, I'm getting really hungry, and there's a buncha crazies running around in the woods! So!" L'Ren clapped her hands together and a little self assured smirk danced upon her lips. "I'd like to make you a deal! Gimme a ride somewhere safe and I'd be happy to open up shop with a special discount just for you!" L'Ren pointed at Irene with a wink. "But I'm no ordinary merchant, miss! No ma'am, I deal in treasures beyond your imagination! Treasures that you and your allies will find quite handy, I do believe, hehe~!" L'Ren paused to clear her throat and added, "You do indeed have allies, yes? You strike me as... enlisted."












 
ViVienna De'Vir
Location: H28 --> J27
Chillin' With: Loor

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Vivienna sat just behind the small group of Warriors, besides the drummer who was clearly not accustom to such harsh weather. She could feel it biting at her as well, and she wondered how the tribal woman was managing it at all. The cold wasn't what worried her, however, it was the looming possibility of Legion troops not far from where she stood. Nevertheless, she bid shelter goodbye and gripped her staff, hoping to strike some initiative into the others. Ahead of her stood a gruff looking man, a slim sword handle on his waist and his arms around his chest. Further past him stood a perplexing figure, and ViVienna was unsure if she had actually met with the tall figure before. Either way, they stood towering above her and held a long polearm of sorts, menacing to say the least.

ViVienna took the first steps into the cold and found it much harder than she anticipated. After all, she grew up in Komodo, a land of warm forest and gentle winds. She continued on though, her stubbornness getting to her as she all but marched ahead. She strode forwards towards the tribal woman, She believed her name was Loor, though she wasn't entirely sure of herself. As she approached, she realized that it wasn't sleet stuck into her hair, but that her hair actually shone a beautiful shade of white. Viv walked towards her, stopping beside as the rain dug at her, the wind whipping at her skirt annoyingly. She glanced forwards at the lancer once more, racking her mind for any sign of familiarity.

"Stay close, if you will." She said, attempting to come off caring. Whether she intended it for Loor, the strange Lancer, or the wild looking Mercenary, she wasn't quite sure. All she knew is she wanted to see to their well-being, no matter how bitter this cold was. She stood in place and hoped for a break in the wind, observing the picturesque sight before her. Resting herself unto her staff, she began to debate if braving this wind was worth proving her point.

"Where to?"



[ViVienna moves to J27]
[ViVienna stands with Loor, 12 & 13]


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Pick, the man with the plan.
Location: F9-K9
In teracting with: Iris Copykat Copykat Theo hosaki hosaki
Now, to preface, Pick is just an ordinary dude, an alright fellah, tries his best to get by day to day. Sure he may be kind of a thief, and MAY had been tossed head first into a scenario he only had nightmares about, but he was going to get through this. The plan was simple, survive awhile, get out, maybe make a profit and collect some vultures! And maybe pat them down abit first to make certain they aren't takeing anything they shouldn't into the barracks! It's all in his duty as...

As...

"...Why in hell am I the commander!?!?!" Pick shouted out into the wind again, his hands holding his head as he tried to make sense of it. "Because you have a beard!' the blue princess said "You're perfect for the job!" While he did, indeed, have a beard, he found himself unable to say no to the beautiful sparkling eyes of the girl. Long golden hair, trim and fit body, the innocent waifishness of her way of speaking, that joyful smile, the absolute territory that just brings it all together... Thigh-highs are my demise, thought Pick as he looked to the people around him.

He remembers what he said for the briefing before they went out and got situated in the cold miserable world around them.

"Well, looks like we're here, you know the plan folks, stay strong and find as many vultures as we can, if you think their a spy, bring em around and ask em a few questions. Might be easier just to tie em all up but... Well we got an image to maintain. Remember the Legion is out there so watch your backs, hell if we can avoid conflict all together thats great. if not don't you dare go fighting alone.

I'll say it again, don't go fighting alone!

Last thing I need is to tell the bosses we lost somebody because they went and got skewered! And what'll yea tell the god's? "I thought it would work!" or "I thought their spears wouldn't puncture my armor!" and then they'll laugh in your face! You wana spend the rest of eternity thinking the first time you've met the god they laughed in your face? I don't! A warrior's death is only honorable if he wasn't a damn fool!"

Not one of his most uplifting speeches, but hey, it got the point across, and a few chuckles.

Though now that they were out here, he knew the plans were gonna splinter into pieces as people did their own thing, not like he had a plan in place save "DON'T DIE!" which was, reasonably, a good plan for most days.

The man looked towards Iris nearby and then to the village none to far off. "Hey Kid, you wana check out that village there? Should be a tailor by the southern base to if you.. Seriously kiddo how aren't your frozen to death already! Get a sweater!" the man barked, with good intentions. "You'll catch yourself a cold! Hell I feel like I'm freezing just from lookin' at yea!" the man shivered, before looking to the trapper nearby and then Theo. "Come on... uh... Teo? Bird dude. Whats your name? You to." he pointed to the trapper again, who simply rose a hand. "Eleven." Pick rose an eyebrow. "What?" "Name is Eleven."

Pick shrugged and motioned forwards. "lets head to the woods, scout the area abit before we get really snowed in."

The man began to trudge through the snow that lay upon the ground, making good enoguh time even if the world was working against him, he found himself getting in line with two vultures and... Well.. Certainly got abit hotter around the woods for a minute... Two vultures it seems and... Well... Certainly sights for sore eyes, can't say there weren't beauts in the Alliance, hell even Legion had some, but damn...

Seems they haven't seen him yet...

...Hmm... Nah, best he not get picking pockets yet.

"Howdy you two! Hows the weather treating yea folks?" he called out to them, establishing some sort of contact... A priestess who had a face that would convert a man with just a glance, and the other... Damn... Snowy hair, long legs... Shit whats with him and his luck these days? Come on Pick, don't stare and freak em out... You've had to deal with the Iris girl all day you can deal with this... How is she not freezing cold with those leggings?

[Pick Moves from F9 to K9]
[Establishes contact with vulture 5/6]
[Just barely misses being afflicted with the love condition. (Is joke)]
[Trapper 11 moves from D9 to J9]
[Continues to be a number]
 

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