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The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

The young lancer march along taking in the sights of the trek, thinking about what he'd eat for the night, and what lessons Asher had for him so that he can tame the mysticism within him. The newfound gift was turbulent but once he had a handle on it he knew it would no longer be a source of shame for him. He didn't think about the life he took and the lack of thought about it is what remained in Etor's mind. He took it as a sign of his resolve hardening and left it at that.

Without inserting himself into the conversation, Etor did agree with Nil and started shuffling his way towards the scuffle up ahead. He was nonchalant in his approach but now that trouble was quite literally on the horizon the sounds of battle echoed in his brain. Soon they would manifest onto this land once more

He stows away his freshly purchased vulnerary and begins to move in coordination with his peers but waits for the others before he begins his advance.

_{Etor starts on L-2 and has purchased a vulneraryx3 (-275 aurum)}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Etor puts the legumes in his pocket and heads back to meet with the rest. He was preparing a wry remark to mask his embarrassment and shame that he experienced today. He'd make the remark and there would be some kind of acknowledgement of his statement, and then the young boy would strive to do better next time. They wouldn't laugh like Ravinia did but they understood that Etor was still a growing boy or something that let him off the hook.

Etor returns to a resilient hunter, eyes still burning despite his wounds. Some of the hellions didn't acknowledge the situation by facing away. Ashur stood resolute. He offered no explanation or tough love. He stood by knife in hand in case Etor was found wanting. Lyun meets etor's eyes and the two exchange words without speaking. The young spearman could not afford to be left behind. There would be no more waiting.

Etor's spear finally rattles up after a brief hiatus. Wordlessly, the young man impales the hunter. Then stabs him again for good measure. There can be no more doubt.

_{Etor moves 4 tiles to 16-8 and kills kassite hunter #11 for 21xp}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Etor rushes into the house. Desperate to find something that helps him fight or helps the others. He bursts through the door and surveils his surroundings.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 3-13}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Etor hears the call to hold them at the gap. He's realized he's too inexperienced for battle. The scouting and recon missions he went on when he was in Ravinia's group better suited him. She wasn't holding him back she wanted to make sure he was ready. He swore he'd make it out of this alive and ask Ravinia for forgiveness at his abrupt transfer request. He looked towards Balathu and received a nod almost if this mind was read. He wouldn't join the fray as the stoic lancer prepared to do.

Etor: "Thank you."

Etor rushed forward, looking at each row of houses to see if any were left unsecured. Once he reached the last row he thought maybe if he set one of the buildings ablaze then the ensuing chaos could work towards the hellion's advantage. He pauses in the greenery by the last house on the row to make sure no surprises came out before he barfed in.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 15-4}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

The hellions have always navigated a tightrope of independence and cooperation.Etor thought long and hard about his next actions. As he navigated further into the city the opening to the right hosted many enemies. Rather then approach them he thought about his lack of control and accuracy. He didn't want to put others in danger trying to save him so he lost his nerve. The spearman moved into the trees and prepared himself to strike once the enemies had scattered to address the rest of the hellions. While he could not be brave in this moment he clutched his spear to be brave at the next moment and the moment after that. He reassured himself he could be brave one moment at a time and that's all that was needed from him.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 15-10}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

The city itself didn't stand out in any meaningful way and Etor wasn't sightseeing. Trying to gauge where any additional enemies might be lurking he walked forward with vigilance and almost walked into Ninil while he was looking at an archer stationed at a tower on the far side of the wall.

Etor: "Oh. Hey Ninil. Everything going okay for you all? "

Etor kept looking around at the other enemies stationed about so he wasn't really looking at Ninil when he was asking his question. Since he always felt nonchalant around Ninil he felt comfortable that Ninil wouldn't be slighted by the lack of eye contact on the battlefield. Best to keep eyes on the enemy after all.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 17-14}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

The surprise soon led to a sigh of relief as makeen made quick work of the barely living archer. He couldn't be upset because things like this happen. No one owns a kill if anything he felt Makeen was looking after him. He lets up a small wave towards makeen from the tower. Whether or not Makeen was not determined.

Etor: "Thanks! "

Now that the the squad was back together Etor pushed forward into the city. He was eager to get whatever mysticism budding within cultivated for the sake of the hellions.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 18-20}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

The words of zuzu are strangely comforting, more so each time he is healed. With renewed vigor the young lad prepares to keep his promise to the enemy and destroy all who oppose the hellions. All who oppose zuzu must be turned to dust and that dust into sand and that sand to be heated by the sun and turned into glorious glass!

The frazzled spearman shakes those intrusive thoughts from his mind to focus on the task at hand.

Etor moves into the city. Siris boisterously addressing Etor to handle a potential enemy without noticing the ennui emanating off of the youngling.

Etor: " You got it!"

The spearman was thankful that Siris gave him the opportunity to pretend to be okay. As he ascended the wooden stairs he steadied himself. Plagued with doubt he thought to himself: "The mysticism can't be wrong and it's rare, that much I knows for sure." Even if Siris' aim was true Etor would take this opportunity to never let himself fall into the abyss again. He sees the enemy archer drenched in their own blood, and invokes the mysticism within himself.

Etor: "... Crush. "

A black piddle formulates, drops with erratic movement, then slides off the archer. Etor's eyes widen as the bowman draws a breathe.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 20-24 uses flux but misses.}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

Etor's glum expression replaces the old expression of being lost. He's regained his bearings but cannot shake the loss of control and how ashamed his father would be of him for speaking what was instilled in him to be forbidden.

Etor: "... Yeah. I'll go. "

The spearman moved quickly but with ragged breathe as he stifled tears. Trying to harden himself for the battlefield. The boy in the battlefield of warriors ostracized himself mentally. He kept spiralling until he saw Lyun across the battlefield. When the door opened the large axeman was barely standing, bloodied and fierce. The youngling stared and steadied himself. To live is to persist. He believed himself to be redeemable. Etor is nothing if not persistent.

_{Etor moves 6 tiles to 18-28}

The Dweomer of Akkad - [ A Fire Emblem-like RPG! ]

His father would be so ashamed. Just a little boy lost in some shrubbery. Ashur's words steadied Etor. Having Ashur's back brought him back to reality. As the bandit let Etor know that enemies still had the advantage. The others still needed help and what of lyun. Etor followed soon after. Instantly he was lost again. The promise of victory or the violence in the air, one or the other brought back the ancient words to the youngling's mind. His very soul ached so much he let off another ancient word with little thought and accuracy.

Etor: "BURIAL"

His father's face is burned in his mind. A look that always betrayed him and displayed the loss of his beloved. A look of anger when Etor displayed any whimsy for the unknown. The look of violence when he imbibed and blamed a young child for all of his sorrows. Faces he knew too well. However when Etor expelled his ancient power he realized he lost the image of his mother. Her whole presence in his memories. Gone. No warmth. Nothing.

Etor's eyes are filled with tears and the tears give way to anger. Everything was lost to him. He balls his fists and glares at the rebel.

Etor: "Enemy. Our names don't matter but what is important is that I will make it in that city. If you don't strike me down I'll burn it to the ground. If my feet cross that bridge then you will be responsible for letting the devil itself into the city. I will break and I will pillage. I'll burn the women and children. Everything of value to you will be stripped from you and sold as commodity. The stories and fables you tell your children will be non existent! STRIKE! ME! DOWN! STRIKE ME DOWN! STRIKEMEDOWNSTRIKEMEDOWNSTRIKEMEDOWN!

_{Etor moves 4 tiles to 20-32 to attack with flux but misses.}