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Fire Emblem: Binding Light

@Crimson Raven

Yello, matey.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Jonathan Walker

Name: Jonathan Walker

Class: Fighter

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Appearance:


Has a square jaw and strong features. Jonathan's green eyes are underscored by constant bags from sleepless nights and heavy boozing. His blonde hair falls over his eyes in a lank mop that is in constant need of a good wash. He's badly shaven and constantly has stubble sprouting along his jawline. He's tall, but slouches, and thickly muscled from years of work. Underneath his clothes, he has a horrible scar that crosses the left side of his stomach.

Equipment: Iron Axe

Personality: An insomniac boozehound who doubles as a meat shield. He's vulgar and completely uninhibited with his various desires and dislikes. The axeman has heard nearly every insult in the book and throws them around when he gets upset. He has a nigh-inhuman alcohol tolerance despite actively despising his inability to get drunk. He's tough, both mentally and physically. Has an intense and powerful hatred about things ordained by 'fate'.

Biography: As the son of a whore and a bandit, the child that became the alcoholic known as Jonathan Walker was always stubborn. He was born and nursed by his mother for only long enough for him to learn how to walk. Then he was tossed directly into the workings of the local banditry by one of the men who could have been his father. As a child, he didn't approach the front lines, but was put to work quickly doing menial labor tasks.

His work with the bandits was short-lived as the local banditry were finally routed by the Plegian military in between one of the civil wars that plagued his home country. As a so-called 'impressionable youth' he was drafted into the standing militia in time for yet another of the wars. He was barely more than a child when he killed his first man.

When the most recent civil war ended, he deserted taking his axe and his anger to Yilsse. He spent the next mouths lost and aimless, getting in brawls and using brute strength to bully his way through his new life. He's made his living as a chained dog, and finds his new life below even his sub-par standards. If nothing else, he wants to show the world that damned him to a life of drinking away his problems and beating the ones that stuck around that he will take the fight to it.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Working on a tanky fighter, hopefully that should add some variety

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Awesome. I'll get to writing up a character shortly.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

This looks cool. Do you mind if I apply?

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Nickolas Reinbach - Westroad Village

"Maybe-"

Nickolas' snappy response was cut short by the timely intervention of the rest of the Reclaimers. He smiled, relieved that at least the young girl showed a way out of the situation. He struggled to keep himself to together as the magic keeping him upright began to fray at the edges.

The dark mage managed to look imposing up until the bandit leader retreated. He collapsed moments later, gasping in pain as arrow's pain came back in tandem with the promised agony of Marcus' healing. He bit back tears and thrust a hand forward to catch himself. It ploughed into the corpse he'd defiled, ripping open the bloated belly with a shower of disgusting goop. Retching, Nickolas struggled to hold in the contents of his belly as his consciousness swam around him. Darkness flickered in and out of his vision with every labored breath. His paling face hadn't been a part of the act as much as the fact that his leg was still sluggishly leaking blood. One way or another, he was no longer fit to fight.

Half dragging himself upright, the dark mage managed to pull himself over to the injured woman and check out the damage for himself. He wouldn't be able to help other than offer bandages after the healing finished, but his expertise in the field of dark magic could help describe the problems.

Green faced and now sweating heavily, Nickolas looked down and grasped the woman's uninjured shoulder as a sign of reassurance. Something that he later realized would be hard to come by, especially since he'd just threatened to eat someone's heart. He also failed to consider that his hand was still covered in putrid gore.

"Miss? Please get up and move back as Sir Jakobe holds them off. One of our healers will be here shortly."

Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village

She was in motion the second that the Mire tome materialized its curse, darting out to shoot an arrow into the nearest bandit. It impacted moments later with a meaty thud, punching inside the spearwoman's upper arm.

Kuur nodded as the woman dropped her spear in shock and pain, deeming it a satisfactory blow. It still counted as her kill, no matter who finished the woman off. Dashing forward into more hard cover(This time, one of the village houses), she looked over the battlefield. She caught the abduction of Syrena in passing.

The archer frowned, glancing up at the newest addition and their resident uncontrollable mage. That stank of trouble more than the insane northerner just plain stank. She didn't plan to be anywhere near that group as they swooped up and away. Instead, she took off again, making good distance as she circled around the guard tower. The dark skinned woman planned to take a shot from the ground as the armor of the group distracted the rest, and claim victory. Kuur smirked at the thought. "....Easy shot."

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Nickolas Reinbach - Westroad Village

If they surrendered their weapons, they'd all die. Nickolas didn't have to be a tactician to understand that. If it was to prevent that... he'd do something drastic. He could only hope that it would shock the banditry enough to give rise to an opening. He made sure to not look at anyone directly as he shoved his way to the front of the Reclaimers, the returning numbness in his leg the only thing that made walking bearable. He figured that if he had to be a distraction, he'd at least do it like a professional.

Nickolas steeled himself, muttered a barely audible prayer of forgiveness to Naga, and let loose a booming laugh. Fell light danced behind his eyes, and his pale flesh drained of any sort of color as he theatrically dropped his Dying Blaze tome.

"Tiny maggot with your tiny ambitions. I don't need a tome to tear out your soul."

He grasped down until he found one of the corpses of the men that had been killed earlier in the raid, and hauled it up as he touched the Flux tome that was slung behind his back. The curse came immediately with the sharp stench of rot, bubbling forth from where Nickolas had grasped the man and directly injecting itself into the corpse. It twisted and squirmed as the dark magic slid along and into the dead flesh. Bubbles formed under the skin and ruptured, leaking more foul gasses through the open mouth and torn flesh of the once-man's wounds. The body, weakened by rot, began to leak what could only be described as a chunky and disgusting smelling juice. A twisted grimace slashed across Nickolas' features and another cruel laugh tore itself from his throat.

"Little worm with your tiny sword. Did you really think a puny girl will save you from my wrath?" He stepped forward, crushing the already weakened skull of the desecrated corpse with little effort. He pointed a finger at the bandit as spittle sprayed from the dark mage's mouth. "G'narlak, Lord of Decay, will feast well on your rotten corpse as I devour your heart!"

Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village

At the sight of a hostage, the archer darted back toward the larger units of the Reclaimers, intending to use them as a shield against prying eyes. The graceful woman nearly tripped at the sound of harsh laughter coming from one of their own and spun around nearly immediately as she darted to the nearest human cover, the axeman she'd been lectured by earlier. Kuur glanced out for a moment to take in the situation. The sight that greeted her was... unpleasant. She barely held back her bile as the putrid corpse bloated and bubbled, organs melting into a disgusting green-brown mess that slid out of ruptured flesh.

Shuddering, Kuur nocked an arrow to her bowstring as the screaming rant of the dark mage reached its conclusion, her hiding spot behind the man known as Franky providing her time to consider which of the apparantly insane men she should shoot first.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Kuur Salcair - Slaying the Remains

The dark-skinned woman darted forward with the agility of a leopard at the sound of metal clashing on metal and rolled past Lilith and Sanguin's melee. She came up with an arrow already laid against her bow's oiled string and aimed at the fleeing bandits.

The arrow whistled as it shot past Lilith's head and buried itself inside one of men's neck, causing the swordsman to spasm involuntarily and collapse. Another two arrows followed moments later, both finding their marks inside soft flesh of the remaining man, easily penetrating what had already scorched by the Mire curse. As the last one of the looters fell, the archer smirked. "...Easy."

Nickolas Rienbach - West Road Town

Nickolas grimaced, glancing down at the shaft of the single arrow that had the luck to fly over the heavily armored defensive line. It had penetrated his already wounded leg, leaving only three inches of the shaft and a feathered tail producing outside of his flesh.

Perhaps the universe just didn't want him to walk on that leg for a while.

Dismissing the pessimistic thoughts with a shake of his head, Nickolas put on his best smile and glanced around for the thieves he'd been told to take care of. The healing could come later. Noting their demises at the hands of the capable womanfolk, he instead turned to the cavalier. "Sir Jakobe. It appears that our final task has taken care of itself. We should move with Sir Hugh on the perpetrator of this raid."

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

I'll make a post for Kuur and Nickolas later today

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Ok.

Should I post now or wait for you to post again?

@Experiment 249

From what I've seen of the collab, the whole Taene fight should be wrapped up shortly as is. Other than simply confirming that the manakete is beaten or otherwise incapacitated, there doesn't actually seem to be a way for Kel to contribute.

That's just my judgement, however, and Lugubrious may in fact have a better idea of what's going to happen.