Solace

Fire Emblem: Toil of Transgression

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Altan

Why were Beorc such small creatures?

The thought never occurred to Altan over the years, but when it did, it slightly bothered him. By the time he was fifteen years old, he was already over six feet tall. The question of the frailty in Beorc physicality frequented his mind, and once more, he began to ponder as he walked past the twig.

It looked as if the winds threatened to carry it with its current, but the stick was able to talk. He was able to discern, from the stick's voice, that it was a young boy. He prayed that his son would not be a stick when he grew up.

Yet another oddity struck Altan as another boy sprung from the same wagon, seemingly challenging the military's order to distribute food and water. He wanted to laugh at the boy's words; it seemed as if the boy was blinded by his brazenness. "In case you didn't notice, the only thing roaming these plains for the last day has been you dolts."

It was amazing how fairly common ignorance was among the Beorc. Just as Altan left to venture around the camp, one of the fliers from above came up to them and began offering him food and water. He chuckled as he strolled away, roaming around. There was no point in sleeping if he wasn't tired.

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Jix Moros

As the great crimson fire came to life and its flames lit up the entirety of the encampment, Jix overheard scattered chatter from the volunteers who were filing out of their wagons and walking about, settling themselves. It did not come as a surprise to Jix; unlike his trainee years, they were allowed to converse and roam around the camp freely.

The first brutal regiment that Jix endured had his platoon stranded in the density of the northern forests, with nothing but a wooden shaft that was once a spear. Nobody had spoken a single word to one another for the first two days, but the innate instincts to coexist and look after each other supplemented the lack of communication. For a period of two weeks, they braved the wilderness; arriving as strangers young in age but old in spirit, they returned as a cohesive unit with a proven potential to serve the Emperor.

"Oi, Moros," one of the soldiers from his platoon who stood opposite of him briefly pointed behind Jix, a grain of wheat bobbing with half a smirk. "That your sweetheart from home?"

"Least I do got a lass waitin' for me back home, Pogs." Joined by short chitchat and light laughter from the other soldiers around the fire, Jix scoffed with a small smile underneath his helmet as he approached the woman.

"Your horse, sweetie?" Jix removed his helmet, shaking his head and wiping the sweat from his face. He looked over his shoulder and back at Pogs, motioning for him. "Fetch her young buck, Pogs."

Pogs looked at Jix oddly, running a hand through his wiry hair. "A what?"

Jix sighed. "Horse, Pogs."

"Man, you gotta speak Common like that, I don't understand a damn.." Pogs iterated to himself as the soldier shuffled away from the campfire, returning moments later with the woman's horse.

"Here you are, miss." Pogs turned over the reins of the horse to the woman. "They call me Pogs around these parts. What-"

Just as Pogs went to finish his greeting, the raspy voice belonging to the leader of the convoy came from a close distance. "Pogs, join the patrol outside the camp! The rest of you, settle the volunteers."

"You heard the captain. G'night, Pogs." Jix playfully placed a fist on Pogs' bicep, pretending to push the soldier to his post. As Pogs sighed from the interruption, Jix bent over to pick up his helmet, holding it under his arm and observing the horse. "Mighty fine stallion, he looks like the ones I raised on the farm."

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[@RainDash] [@Demous]
Pogs had been dozing off until he heard a commotion. Sighing, he picked himself up, joining the volunteers and the flier who were already attending to the situation. "What's going about over here?"

Fire Emblem: Toil of Transgression

OK, I'm here for real now. I'll get to writing a post, immediately! Sorry for the hold-up.

Fire Emblem: Toil of Transgression

Finished my graduation project... smooth sailing after I give my speech about terrorism....

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Probably the same case with him, as well.

I'd say there would only be a handful of the fliers since it isn't an invasion force, or anything.

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Hello.

I'm alive, everyone. My mom's fine, too; her arm is just in extreme pain because she's old, and works almost twelve hours a day at a nail salon. Of course, I'm always worried about how hard she works because of her age and all, but she's going to take a few days off to try and recover before coming back to work.

I'll also be leaving to go to my cousin's house in the city today, since his grandpa is in the hospital and I'd like to check up on him.

In the mean time, since everything is okay now, I'm back on.

@Bornlucky
Diamanda could be part of a squadron of peg. knights that were the convoy's eye in the sky in order to inform them to avoid any threats or things that would hinder travel before they got to it, but since it's nighttime, they can come back down.

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mispost

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I may be out of commission for the next few days, my mother is in the hospital in fear of a heart attack and I am going off of two or so hours of sleep from doing so in my classes.

Should you have a question, tell Twilight or Rain and they'll relay it to me.

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The boy came to me with flowers. Useless emotions coated my heart with dust, seeking to grasp the grief that I had grown dull to. It was strange that the boy could locate my lingering sentiment amidst the mass, the dim beams of dawn curling its light across the cobblestone pavement. The dew-tipped grass was unusually subtle. So many had gathered, yet I felt numb. My distant mind transcended two moons as I felt the small palm pull along the side of my breeches.

"...in the sanctum which be that of the Creators, may our kindred be cradled in their dominion of pearly radiance..."

I tucked my hands into the confines of my pockets, my fingers tugging at one another. A thousand years could have come and went, and I would never forget.
Yes, I still remember.

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Jix Moros

It had been a day since the order was given.

"You'd think that Beorc man would've gathered more than just two hundred volunteers."

Jix Moros knew that Emperor Deacon was a man whose conviction was a resolution without violence. Sharing those ideals, it had been the reason why Jix enlisted in the army years ago. But the secession of the southern districts was more than enough to topple the balance that Emperor Deacon has finally instilled; after being informed that the dissidents would remain steadfast in their revolt, it was only natural for Emperor Deacon to wish for unity.

"Compared to how many soldiers? One hundred and fifty? More volunteers than you steelhats."

To Jix, it was a fair amount; after all, their purpose was to solely quell the rebellion, and only fight to defend themselves. There was no way that soldiers under the same banner could kill one another, let alone cut down their own citizens. Their presence, representing Emperor Deacon, was to simply intervene and send a message, a message that would hopefully force them to reconsider.

"We ain't here to start a war, Altan." Jix replied.

Altan leaned back against the sturdy cloth which covered the wagon, seated next to Jix. "Not what I was told."

Night had already fallen. The convoy was only a few hours away from the line that separated them, and the rebellious south. Platoons of soldiers were all assigned to a specific group of volunteers, who were transported through large wagons guided by the army's horses. The soldiers would alternate between riding on horseback and guarding the convoy to sitting inside the wagons and resting during the travel; Jix himself had awoken an hour earlier, seated at the end where one could look outside.

"We'll resume travel in the morning," a gruff voice announced as the wagon ceased movement, the sound of the other wagons stopping following suit. "Troops, grab the tents from the supply wagon and set them up for the people. Hand out food and water to those that need it, too."

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Altan

Altan was finally glad that he could actually move his body around; the confined space of the wagon was torturous, especially for someone who was his size. As he hopped out of the wagon, the only thing he could see were the far mountains for miles. Typical country, nothing but land and hermits.

The soldiers were fast in their work; it had only taken mere minutes for them to set up a number of large tents that they would be sleeping in. From first glance, the tents appeared as if they could fit at least ten people each, their bloated infrastructures unmoved by the chilly wind. He looked around the many scattered groups of regular people; some look acquainted with their cliques, some stood by their lonesome. Beorc mentality was strange.

His eye eventually caught sight of the soldier from before, who was assisting in the creation of a big campfire at the center of the tents. Deacon had told Altan that he would follow Jix wherever he went, and that Jix was the one who would keep him in check. It wasn't like he had a choice, anyway; the bastard had taken his son, and the only way to get him back was to cooperate with the steelhats.

In a way, the country wasn't so bad. Although he disliked open areas, the tranquility of the land slightly calmed Altan. He didn't have to pay heed to the small talk of the Beorc all around him, all that he was concerned about was his son.

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Same goes for my OOC. I can change the status to Jump In, but I can't change it to Full.

Fire Emblem: Toil of Transgression

nope