Solace

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

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I lied. I am scared.

Telling him wasn't any easier from the ebony smog that poisoned the air as the sky bled crimson. My expression mirrored his own, one draped with terror, a dread as overbearing as that monster played with the destruction of our land.

My throat burned of charcoal, a croak passing my soot-stained lips as the earth rattled again. And again. And again.

It's coming apart, I screamed.

But he didn't say anything. Just looked at me, frozen in fear. This wasn't him, the boy with tears welling in his eyes.

Please, save me. We're friends, right? You have to save me, I begged. This is all my fault, he finally spoke. His face fell to his feet, shaking his head in ruin. Wait...

Wait!
Come back!

My screams lingered, unanswered, the sight of his back to me growing smaller in the distance.

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"Castiel!"

Castiel Pace drew a gasp as a sudden force sent the young man off balance, his footing stammering forward as his face lit with awakening. He would barely catch himself against the guard rail, only after his forehead struck against the stone. With equal irritation, a sound of irritation trailed his lips, his eyes searching for the culprit responsible for his assault. "Ahaha! Ya look like you've seen a pair of aldgoats in heat!"

"Thal's balls," Castiel cast a long frown upon realization, pulling himself back onto his feet and raising a gauntlet against his aching head. Had he truly been sleeping like such once again? And even after I rested early last night! Wheeling around to the individual, he found himself unsurprised. "Trying for some cheap shots before the match now, huh, Harper?"

A stocky Ala Mhigan of large frame, Harper easily towered over him, crossing his arms together as he tilted his head, scoffing. "Afraid to dent your pretty little face?" the Hyuran male spoke, a lax confidence about his features.

Castiel sighed, looking up to the darker male with a similar scowl. "You forgetting how fast that one lass left you after what happened in that match of ours some months ago?" Half a smile began to rise on his lips, a lightness behind his voice. "I remember those nice drinks that she and I had on that night. And I definitely remember-

"Alright, alright," Harper seemed to admit defeat over the reminder, his imposing structure defusing into a wave from his hand and the onset of laughter. A closer friend to Castiel, he had been embroiled in a highly-publicized rivalry with the larger male many fortnights before, until his victory on the Bloodsands earned the fellowship of the Ala Mhigan. "Can't have you catnapping 'fore the match, an' you go straight fer the throat!"

Their conversation had persisted even throughout the ruckus of the Quicksands that occurred behind him. Castiel pounded his armored hand against his chestplate, wearing a smug grin with glee. "What can I say? Ain't the Phantom Pace for nothin'!" he nodded with exaggerated swagger, much to the chagrin of his friend. "Yea, an' I'magine you finished just as quick with Ursula than ya did our duel."

"Poppycock," Castiel brushed off Harper's rebuttal, turning to watch the ragtag brawling that continued on. Always the same dream... His mind retreated into deeper thought, cupping his chin on the palm of the gauntlet. Yet, it's never in my body, in my shoes. It's always someone else; why? "Whaddaya want, anyway? Can't be bothered to have a drink with these whoresons pissin' over themselves."

Castiel turned his head as Harper stepped beside him, watching the Ala Mhigan speak. "Like I said, ya should stay focused. Today's matchups aren't gonna be a joke this time, I hear."

"That's what they always say," he interjected over the raucous music, drawing a sigh. "Always underestimatin' me like they did back then, but I-"

Turning his back to the undying brawl had been a folly as Castiel found himself struck with a chair, having been thrown hard enough to break upon impact with the back of his head and his armor. While his Ala Mhigan associate and some other patrons went to his aid, the young man wrestled himself from his large friend's grasp as he felt a pitch in his temper.

"Alright, ye dumb cunts! his shout brought the commotion to a pause, leaping over the guard rail with anger written on his expression. Castiel drew his sword, provoking the incriminating brawlers as he pointed his blade at them. The crowd seemed to die down from all of the fighting, with some realizing who the overseer was. "I don't mind a 'lil warm up before the tournament, folks! I could carve all o' you like a dodo for dinner!"

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

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_{[Character Theme]}
Nobuo Uematsu - "Gau" from Final Fantasy VI (Instrument ver.)

Details

_[Height]

5'10

_[Weight]

188lbs

_{[Hair Color]}

Walnut brown

_{[Eye Color]}

Royal purple

_{[Body Composition]}

Lean

_[Complexion]

Fair

_{[Notable Features]}

A small amount of light freckles on and around the bridge of his nose.

_[Voice]

Greg Chun

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_{[Birth Name]}

Castiel Pace

_[Nickname]

N/A

_[Title(s)]

The Phantom Pace (stylized as 'Castiel, the Phantom Pace')

_[Race]

Hyur

_[Clan]

(Doman) Midlander / Highlander (Ala Mhigan)

_[Age]

Twenty-three years old

_[Birthplace]

The Fortress City of Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania

_[Occupation]

Bloodsands gladiator

_[Class]

Gladiator

_[Gender]

Attack helicopter

_[Deity]

Oschon, the Wanderer

_{[Sexual Orientation]}

Heterosexual

_{[Personality]}

A hot-headed and often obstinate plebeian with an eye for gil, such vanity befits that of the champion's demeanor. Castiel is an individual who elevated himself from the lowest dregs of society, boasting a grandeur vision of a life showered with what he considers his sacred trifecta: women, wealth, and wine. He is prone to quite the temper flare at a moment's notice, though this fiery temperament is usually tied to the confidence in his swordsmanship.

Beyond this, one may find a truer friend and companion in Castiel than he does himself justice. He hosts a great deal of warmth and compassion in his everyday life outside of the Bloodsands, and is never the one to resist a round of drinks at the Quicksand or any other fine establishment. His days are taken in stride, and with a relaxed outlook on everyday life, his quick-witted speech and sarcastic tongue make him a gregarious association.

Truthfully, the young man wishes to numb the heartache of vices past, conflicted with the pursuit of a precise purpose and setting his feet on an unknown path to redemption. Scattered over his being, Castiel unwillingly hearkens to these insecurities when the lull of sleep falls.

Biography

_[Birth]

Castiel Pace is the eldest twin son of Answald Pace and Minamoto no Utahime (rendered as 'Utahime Minamoto' in Eorzea standard), born of an illicit relationship between his Ala Mhigan father and Doman mother. Inheriting more of the latter's Midlander attributes, his Doman name is Mitsurugi. His father came from humble beginnings, once serving as a courier for the fortress city before being conscripted as a warrior during the late King Theodoric's lunacy-driven genocide against the Fist of Rhalgr.

His mother was the esteemed princess of the prestigious Minamoto clan, whose history and lineage are directly tied to the royal family of Doma, having served as their very first retainers. Trained as a shinobi from a very young age, Utahime fled her home country to warn the western world of the Garlean invasion, and met Answald when her ship crashed on the Velodyna River near Ala Mhigo. Her admonition would fall on deaf ears after learning of the status quo, opting to help Answald with the resistance effort.

Born three years before the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo alongside his younger twin sister, Castella, Castiel has but a faint recollection of his father and turbulent time period, most of his impressions coming secondhand from his mother's account. Believing his father to have perished during the seizure of the fortress city, the two were among the staggering flocks of refugees migrating into Eorzea; a majority of them had been refused entry into Gridania by the Elementals of the Black Shroud, though the young boy and his mother were allowed into the city-state with impunity.

_{[Adolescence]}

Castiel and his small family would reside in relative peace within the city-state shrouded in forest, where his mother found a modest livelihood with the Trapper's League and the Leatherworker's Guild. While Utahime attempted to instill the teachings of the shinobi with the twin siblings, only his sister showed a means of reciprocating potential, as the young boy had been far more prone to rowdy behavior compared to the disciplined Castella. Instead, he showed interest in the handling of swords and multitude of other armaments, to which his mother compared her son's likeness to his late father. His adept learning of the disciplines was noticed even by the Wood Wailers, who oftentimes found themselves bested in sparring matches to their embarrassment by the teenager.

The young boy was always surrounded by many friends alike, mostly acquainting himself with the orphaned Gridanian children. Castiel would find a truer confidant in another boy named Noceo, whom he had originally mocked throughout the years until a scolding from Utahime set him straight. Despite his mother's frequent interjection with the boy's behavior, he maintained a jarring reputation within Gridania as a mischief-maker alongside his posse, often spelling trouble for the Wood Wailers and the rightful elderfolk with their actions; on the fateful days and nights leading towards the catastrophic event that would forever scar Eorzea, the Calamity would be no different for the eighteen year old.

On the night of moonfall, Castiel wanted a closer view of Dalamud, continually pressing the reserved Noceo to accompany him. The plan involved riding a pair of 'borrowed' chocobos from the stables near the Carline Canopy, and ride past the Yellow Serpent Gate into the North Shroud. Noceo protested, stating that it would be too difficult to slip past due to the enacted martial law, but would eventually cave into peer pressure. With many of the locals and Wood Wailers' attention diverted to the sky, the boys were successful in smuggling themselves into the North Shroud.

Making their way towards the overlook of the Alder Springs, Noceo continued to press his best friend of his insecurities, his pleas to return home rebutted by Castiel, who would assure the boy that this sight was to die for. As they were perched in their location of observation, the pair would look on as Dalamud came apart, and the Elder Primal Bahamut sprung from its shell.

A sense of foreboding crept along Castiel's being as he watched ripples of destruction emanate from the supernatural being, while a once-meek Noceo pondered the flares with excitement. As the colossal being tore through the skies and unleashed its rancor all across Eorzea, the boy would find himself shackled with fear as the beast flew across the Black Shroud, raining explosions across the landscape.

When Castiel advised Noceo that it was time to leave, the latter refused, suggesting that he was no longer a coward. The endless fire from Bahamut's Gigaflare crumbled the earth below the two boys, sending Noceo over the edge and hanging helplessly from the faltering cliffside. With the land prepared to cave in and their chocobos mirroring the boys' panic, Noceo called for Castiel to save him. At the height of the moment, Castiel could only regard the situation with overwhelming fear, tormented by the cries and screams of Noceo falling into the abyss as he left his friend behind.

Without turning back, the boy rode the chocobo in his panicked state, finding himself unable to return home and face his mother and the people of Gridania after leaving Noceo to die due to his actions. Castiel wandered without any knowledge of a destination, riding southward for the entire night. He would travel so far that he eventually reached Southern Thanalan, where the boy collapsed alongside his chocobo at the worn entrance of Little Ala Mhigo.

_{[Adulthood to Present]}

The eighteen year old had been found and taken into the care of the Ala Mhigan refugees residing in the makeshift camp, and after much conversation, Castiel set off for Ul'dah in search of a sustainable fortune. Upon being inspected and searched at the Gate of Thal, one of the gatekeepers recognized the particular barding of the boy's chocobo, recognizing it to be one of the Monertarist's mounts.

The city watch would throw Castiel into a prison cell, charged with theft and sentenced to several years behind bars. As he lamented on the sudden twist that his life had taken, an opportunity of escape would arise as, several weeks after his arrest, the boy was offered freedom in the form of a coliseum victory. As a Noxius, he would duel one of the champions of the coliseum in an upcoming tournament against a Roegadyn, and if he proved to be the victor, he would walk free. Without a question, he accepted these conditions.

Castiel was only given a handful of days to reacquaint his sword arm before he was pitted against the Roe, an axe-toting brute who was known by the people of Ul'dah as the Butcher of the Bloodsands. With sword and shield, the boy could only put so much of his training into practice as he found himself hard pressed by the Butcher's relentlessness. Only his fleet footwork kept Castiel alive, and he had been on the run from his opponent for the entire duel.

Seeing the Roegadyn's lack of awareness, Castiel would throw his shield haplessly towards his opponent, encapsulating on the vulnerability when the Butcher battered the shield away with his axe. The boy charged the distracted brute with his sword in both hands, driving the blade through his heart and felling the feared Butcher of the Ruby Road. While Castiel was initially worried of the consequences in killing his opponent, the Hypogeum roared in excitement over the climax of the duel, and he was informed of the coliseum's risks that death was an ordinary factor on the Bloodsands.

It would take several months of fighting as a Noxius for Castiel to eventually buy his freedom from the coliseum earnings, during which the people of Ul'dah began to dub him as the Phantom Pace for his agility. Since then, Castiel has made enough of a fortune to own a small lot to himself in the Goblet with employment through the Gladiator's Guild.

_{[Other Information]}

Castiel dislikes wielding shields, although he understands their importance, and uses them reluctantly, sometimes in an unorthodox fashion. He also has a strange habit of falling asleep while standing, and is able to fall into a deep slumber even under the loudest conditions.

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Family

_[Father]

Answald Pace — Unknown

_[Mother]

Minamoto no Utahime — Unknown

_{[Twin Sister]}

Castella Pace — Unknown

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

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_{[Character Theme]}
Nobuo Uematsu - "Gau" from Final Fantasy VI (Instrument ver.)

Details

_[Height]

5'10

_[Weight]

188lbs

_{[Hair Color]}

Walnut brown

_{[Eye Color]}

Royal purple

_{[Body Composition]}

Lean

_[Complexion]

Fair

_{[Notable Features]}

A small amount of light freckles on and around the bridge of his nose.

_[Voice]

Greg Chun

---

_{[Birth Name]}

Castiel Pace

_[Nickname]

N/A

_[Title(s)]

The Phantom Pace (stylized as 'Castiel, the Phantom Pace')

_[Race]

Hyur

_[Clan]

(Doman) Midlander / Highlander (Ala Mhigan)

_[Age]

Twenty-three years old

_[Birthplace]

The Fortress City of Ala Mhigo, Gyr Abania

_[Occupation]

Bloodsands gladiator

_[Class]

Gladiator

_[Gender]

Attack helicopterMale

_[Deity]

Oschon, the Wanderer

_{[Sexual Orientation]}

Heterosexual

_{[Personality]}

A hot-headed and often obstinate plebeian with an eye for gil, such vanity befits that of the champion's demeanor. Castiel is an individual who elevated himself from the lowest dregs of society, boasting a grandeur vision of a life showered with what he considers his sacred trifecta: women, wealth, and wine. He is prone to quite the temper flare at a moment's notice, though this fiery temperament is usually tied to the confidence in his swordsmanship.

Beyond this, one may find a truer friend and companion in Castiel than he does himself justice. He hosts a great deal of warmth and compassion in his everyday life outside of the Bloodsands, and is never the one to resist a round of drinks at the Quicksand or any other fine establishment. His days are taken in stride, and with a relaxed outlook on everyday life, his quick-witted speech and sarcastic tongue make him a gregarious association.

Truthfully, the young man wishes to numb the heartache of vices past, conflicted with the pursuit of a precise purpose and setting his feet on an unknown path to redemption. Scattered over his being, Castiel unwillingly hearkens to these insecurities when the lull of sleep falls.

Biography

_[Birth]

Castiel Pace is the eldest twin son of Answald Pace and Minamoto no Utahime (rendered as 'Utahime Minamoto' in Eorzea standard), born of an illicit relationship between his Ala Mhigan father and Doman mother. Inheriting more of the latter's Midlander attributes, his Doman name is Mitsurugi. His father came from humble beginnings, once serving as a courier for the fortress city before being conscripted as a warrior during the late King Theodoric's lunacy-driven genocide against the Fist of Rhalgr.

His mother was the esteemed princess of the prestigious Minamoto clan, whose history and lineage are directly tied to the royal family of Doma, having served as their very first retainers. Trained as a shinobi from a very young age, Utahime fled her home country to warn the western world of the Garlean invasion, and met Answald when her ship crashed on the Velodyna River near Ala Mhigo. Her admonition would fall on deaf ears after learning of the status quo, opting to help Answald with the resistance effort.

Born three years before the Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo alongside his younger twin sister, Castella, Castiel has but a faint recollection of his father and turbulent time period, most of his impressions coming secondhand from his mother's account. Believing his father to have perished during the seizure of the fortress city, the two were among the staggering flocks of refugees migrating into Eorzea; a majority of them had been refused entry into Gridania by the Elementals of the Black Shroud, though the young boy and his mother were allowed into the city-state with impunity.

_{[Adolescence]}

Castiel and his small family would reside in relative peace within the city-state shrouded in forest, where his mother found a modest livelihood with the Trapper's League and the Leatherworker's Guild. While Utahime attempted to instill the teachings of the shinobi with the twin siblings, only his sister showed a means of reciprocating potential, as the young boy had been far more prone to rowdy behavior compared to the disciplined Castella. Instead, he showed interest in the handling of swords and multitude of other armaments, to which his mother compared her son's likeness to his late father. His adept learning of the disciplines was noticed even by the Wood Wailers, who oftentimes found themselves bested in sparring matches to their embarrassment by the teenager.

The young boy was always surrounded by many friends alike, mostly acquainting himself with the orphaned Gridanian children. Castiel would find a truer confidant in another boy named Noceo, whom he had originally mocked throughout the years until a scolding from Utahime set him straight. Despite his mother's frequent interjection with the boy's behavior, he maintained a jarring reputation within Gridania as a mischief-maker alongside his posse, often spelling trouble for the Wood Wailers and the rightful elderfolk with their actions; on the fateful days and nights leading towards the catastrophic event that would forever scar Eorzea, the Calamity would be no different for the eighteen year old.

On the night of moonfall, Castiel wanted a closer view of Dalamud, continually pressing the reserved Noceo to accompany him. The plan involved riding a pair of 'borrowed' chocobos from the stables near the Carline Canopy, and ride past the Yellow Serpent Gate into the North Shroud. Noceo protested, stating that it would be too difficult to slip past due to the enacted martial law, but would eventually cave into peer pressure. With many of the locals and Wood Wailers' attention diverted to the sky, the boys were successful in smuggling themselves into the North Shroud.

Making their way towards the overlook of the Alder Springs, Noceo continued to press his best friend of his insecurities, his pleas to return home rebutted by Castiel, who would assure the boy that this sight was to die for. As they were perched in their location of observation, the pair would look on as Dalamud came apart, and the Elder Primal Bahamut sprung from its shell.

A sense of foreboding crept along Castiel's being as he watched ripples of destruction emanate from the supernatural being, while a once-meek Noceo pondered the flares with excitement. As the colossal being tore through the skies and unleashed its rancor all across Eorzea, the boy would find himself shackled with fear as the beast flew across the Black Shroud, raining explosions across the landscape.

When Castiel advised Noceo that it was time to leave, the latter refused, suggesting that he was no longer a coward. The endless fire from Bahamut's Gigaflare crumbled the earth below the two boys, sending Noceo over the edge and hanging helplessly from the faltering cliffside. With the land prepared to cave in and their chocobos mirroring the boys' panic, Noceo called for Castiel to save him. At the height of the moment, Castiel could only regard the situation with overwhelming fear, tormented by the cries and screams of Noceo falling into the abyss as he left his friend behind.

Without turning back, the boy rode the chocobo in his panicked state, finding himself unable to return home and face his mother and the people of Gridania after leaving Noceo to die due to his actions. Castiel wandered without any knowledge of a destination, riding southward for the entire night. He would travel so far that he eventually reached Southern Thanalan, where the boy collapsed alongside his chocobo at the worn entrance of Little Ala Mhigo.

_{[Adulthood to Present]}

The eighteen year old had been found and taken into the care of the Ala Mhigan refugees residing in the makeshift camp, and after much conversation, Castiel set off for Ul'dah in search of a sustainable fortune. Upon being inspected and searched at the Gate of Thal, one of the gatekeepers recognized the particular barding of the boy's chocobo, recognizing it to be one of the Monertarist's mounts.

The city watch would throw Castiel into a prison cell, charged with theft and sentenced to several years behind bars. As he lamented on the sudden twist that his life had taken, an opportunity of escape would arise as, several weeks after his arrest, the boy was offered freedom in the form of a coliseum victory. As a Noxius, he would duel one of the champions of the coliseum in an upcoming tournament against a Roegadyn, and if he proved to be the victor, he would walk free. Without a question, he accepted these conditions.

Castiel was only given a handful of days to reacquaint his sword arm before he was pitted against the Roe, an axe-toting brute who was known by the people of Ul'dah as the Butcher of the Bloodsands. With sword and shield, the boy could only put so much of his training into practice as he found himself hard pressed by the Butcher's relentlessness. Only his fleet footwork kept Castiel alive, and he had been on the run from his opponent for the entire duel.

Seeing the Roegadyn's lack of awareness, Castiel would throw his shield haplessly towards his opponent, encapsulating on the vulnerability when the Butcher battered the shield away with his axe. The boy charged the distracted brute with his sword in both hands, driving the blade through his heart and felling the feared Butcher of the Ruby Road. While Castiel was initially worried of the consequences in killing his opponent, the Hypogeum roared in excitement over the climax of the duel, and he was informed of the coliseum's risks that death was an ordinary factor on the Bloodsands.

It would take several months of fighting as a Noxius for Castiel to eventually buy his freedom from the coliseum earnings, during which the people of Ul'dah began to dub him as the Phantom Pace for his agility. Since then, Castiel has made enough of a fortune to own a small lot to himself in the Goblet with employment through the Gladiator's Guild.

_{[Other Information]}

Castiel dislikes wielding shields, although he understands their importance, and uses them reluctantly, sometimes in an unorthodox fashion.

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Family

_[Father]

Answald Pace — Unknown

_[Mother]

Minamoto no Utahime — Unknown

_{[Twin Sister]}

Castella Pace — Unknown

Final Fantasy XIV: Everdusk

WOOPS ACCIDENTAL POST NOBODY SAW ANYTHING

ᴀ ғɪɴᴀʟ ғᴀɴᴛᴀsʏ xɪᴠ ʀᴘ

hello it me
the tank
here's a birb

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

Ursa

@Ambra @Poi

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Just as she set another foot beyond the boundary of the tavern doorway, Ursa cast a look over her shoulder as one of the establishment's patrons approached. A fancy garb adorned the girl's figure, the little things from her hairstyle to her dramatic strut assuming a regal air. Tilting her head, her cautious eyes scanned the girl, not a weapon nor reason to spot. "Lovely," the mercenary laid her sword arm aside. "And how do you intend to fight without a weapon?"

It would not have surprised Ursa if the girl was a practitioner of magic; it seemed as if all of the Estalans dabbled in the Gift, one way or another. Magic had not been an oddity to the clans of the Ibion Expanse, herself including, although the elders condemned it as voodoo. Even so, she had always preferred the feel of a hilt between her hands, and the rush of excitement when two swords clashed. To her, it was the heat of melee, the thick of combat where songs and stories wrote themselves. No legends would tell of the ones who cowered from the shield of the front line.

Her free hand rested on her hip as another girl, shorter than the other, volunteered her clerical services. Ursa found her woes multiplied tenfold as a third face sought to involve himself. "The plan?" Ursa drew a heavy sigh, evaluating their gathering as an inconvenience. "You've got nothing but a bow, the little lady is defenseless," she looked past the archer and the cleric. "And for all that I know, she will toss that jewelry of hers at those soldiers, pray that they falter and snap their necks, and call that fighting."

Another peer down both ends of the alleyway reassured Ursa that the remainder of their assailants were spread elsewhere along Port Sesta. "I can not babysit children during a battle," she emphasized. "Especially if it's those from Anarcas... this is a dangerous situation."

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Renvall "Ren" Protego

_{The Kingsroad — Three minutes from Port Sesta}

@LordVoldemort @Ambra

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As the caravan was steadfast on their approach to Port Sesta, it had become very much apparent that there was a greater stirring that was unfolding within the walls of Port Sesta. Ren's mouth dropped open as he leaned forward, his gauntlets gripping the wood of the wagon tightly as Rhea delivered an onset of the situation.

"Anarcas?!"
"Anarcan ships?"

Ren had been very much aware of the ongoing tensions that existed between Estala and Anarcas, but to his knowledge, the crown had not sent an invitation of counsel to the Anarcans for several years. His eyes watched as the displaced began to disperse from around the entrance of Port Sesta, watched as they were running for their lives. "Were they warships?! Is there a ram at the front of the vessels?!

Maize raised a hand to silence the questioning company. "Calm down, you two," the knight spoke, turning to Rhea. "Are you certain?"

Southward!

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

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Veritas

_{V E R I T A S F L O R A N / / E I G H T E E N}

_{Character Theme: Yutaka Yamada - Licht und Schatten}

_{"Stupid quote"}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Title(s): Prince, Crown Regent of Anarcas

Race: Beorc

Nameday: Year 597, Maeda the 25th

Birthplace: Kah Anarcas, Anarcas

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Lord (Regent) ⇨ Bane

Regent — As the heir to the Anarcan dynasty by birthright, Veritas is very much unlike his ancestors. He wields dark magic and daggers as his choice of arms, possessing a volatile current of the Gift. Fleet of foot and strong, the Regent is a formidable battle-mage not to be tested. A variation between the Shaman and Thief classes.

Bane — Thriving on the bloodlust of battle, Veritas draws the life force of defeated opponents to restore his own health. The Gift allows him to cast dark magic without the use of a tome during battle. A variation between the Druid and Assassin classes.

Height: 6'0

Weight: 184lbs

Hair Color: Dark auburn

Eye Color: Yellow

Complexion: Tan

Body Composition: Fit

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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[color=Silver][/color]

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

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Name Text

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

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Father: Name — Status

Mother: Name — Status

Association: Name — Status

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

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Steel Dagger, Iron Dagger, Worm, Concoction

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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[color=Silver][/color]

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

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Ursa

_{U R S A ' L A / / T W E N T Y — T W O}

_{Character Theme: Uppermost — Mistakes}

_{"Nothing speaks to me better than a bag of gold."}

_{[ ❇ ] O R I G I N}

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Race: Beorc

Nameday: Year 593, Skeitr the 8th

Birthplace: The Ibion Expanse

_{[ ❇ ] I N F O R M A T I O N}

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Class: Myrmidon

Height: 5'9

Weight: 163lbs

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Green

Complexion: Tan

Body Composition: Lean

_{[ ❇ ] P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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[color=Silver][/color]

_{[ ❇ ] B I O G R A P H Y}

---

Name Text

_{[ ❇ ] F A M I L Y}

---

Father: Name — Status

Mother: Name — Status

Association: Name — Status

_{[ ❇ ] I N V E N T O R Y}

---

Wo Dao, Iron Sword

_{[ ❇ ] O T H E R}

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[color=Silver][/color]

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

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Renvall "Ren" Protego

_{The Kingsroad — Outskirts of Port Sesta}

@LordVoldemort @Ambra

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Renvall Protego considered drawing his sword to throw himself upon the blade if the Crown Prince were to continue talking his sanity away.

It had not been the boy's first journey beyond the walls of the capital, although it had been almost a decade since he had traveled to northern Estala. Ren could remember the musty smell of Port Sesta, the eight-year old clasping his mother's hand as he stepped off of the ship. They had left their cerulean shores for this land in the neck of winter, and Greymont was coated in a white mist that his mother called snow.

Ren had cycled between driving the helm and resting at the wagon during the four days of travel, staring down at his right gauntlet as the hand opened and closed a fist repeatedly. His dark hair fell to the side as his cheek lay flat against the other hand, his left leg and index finger tapping impatiently. The cool wind did not serve to air the heat from his black armor, some drops of sweat riding down his neck. While he rode with Maize and Eli, they were flanked by a second wagon, where a few soldiers of the crown followed.

"Five minutes," the knight called out from the helm, riding the horse beside Snowball.

Rolling his shoulders, Ren straightened himself for their oncoming arrival, his eyes wandering around. The welcoming winds of the sea were close, a look of neutrality about his features as his lips took in a healthy breath. "About time to shake a leg," he spoke to the Crown Prince sitting opposite of him, his look remaining at the Kingsroad leading to Port Sesta.

Something was wrong.

Looking above, the wings of a wyvern rippled through the air, leading the boy to wonder if Rhea was able to see more than them. "Bloody hell," one of the soldiers cursed aloud, both of their wagons coming to a momentary stop. Scattered groups of people huddled along the gates, their focus on something from within the walls. "What's goin' on down there, this time?"

"Maybe the gatekeeper's just being a cunt," Ren suggested, throwing his hands up as they crossed against his breastplate. It wouldn't have been a surprise if that was the case; the mandate did require the gatekeeper to search for contraband, and Port Sesta was always a densely populated hub.

Maize turned back to the wagon behind their own, looking past the two of them. "Let us continue," Ren heard a hesitation in the knight's voice.

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Ursa

_{Port Sesta}

@Ambra @Poi

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A woman with a sword at her belt was a rare sight. A woman who knew how to use the sword at her belt was a gem. "And a beautiful woman..."

Ursa hated drunkards. Pondering the will of the crown, she had been set to meet with the Dauntless in the backwater establishment, finding herself on the receiving end of a sailor's drunken serenade filled with pungent breath. It had been two days too much of residing in Port Sesta for the young woman. They must be enjoying their trip so much, she thought, her back against one of the taverns' pillars as the nuisance wobbled in a struggle to remain standing.

Sighing, Ursa kicked herself from the post as her arms fell to her sides, walking away and taking a seat at a vacant table. Over the time she had been in Port Sesta, there were no others that made it apparent that they were also waiting for the Dauntless to arrive, and it did concern her a little. She hoped that she was not expected to pamper the prince on her lonesome; Ursa was a sellsword, and she did not intend to earn her bag of gold through anything other than seeing the child to Rozel.

Her head turned to the entrance of the tavern as its door was kicked in with brute force. "Weapons to the ground, wench," Ursa raised a brow as the perpetrator waved an axe through the doorway first, scanning the room as he approached her. Her eye caught the flash of a sigil on their coat, realizing that it was an Anarcan soldier. The aggressor slammed his weapon through several of the wooden tables, inciting fear among the people around her. "You daft? Weapons to the ground, wench!"

Remaining seated until the soldier was a blade's reach, Ursa caught the man by surprise as she flipped the table towards him. His axe chopped through the wood with ease, but as the splinters came apart, the end of her sword interrupted his speech as the curved edge cut open the soldier's throat in a swift motion. His legs gave out and his weapon clanged against the floor, his hands coming up to cover his neck as he fell down.

"Stay in here," Ursa instructed the people within the tavern, returning her wo dao to its scabbard and drawing the sword from her back, instead. She had known about the amnesty between Estala and Anarcas, but in the confusion of the soldier's sudden entrance, it was obvious that they intended to wage war. "Find some place to hide," she added, stepping over the soldier's body. She looked down both ends of the corridor, seeing no signs of additional soldiers and hearing no sounds of a battle around Port Sesta.

At a loss for the situation at hand, Ursa looked around the tavern, keeping her sword ready as she was a foot past the doorway. "I'll come back when I find out what is going on."