TentacleLord

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

What does the party as a whole need more of at the moment? I've just got Jonny-boy to control here, and I'm always up for a challenging character to play.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village:Taking Her Shot

Through the burst of the Mire tome, and the bandit's dodge, she waited.

Through the young girl's improperly thrown axe, she waited.

Through escape of the pegasus knight, she waited.

Then, the perfect, crystallized moment of what she wanted happened so suddenly that Kuur nearly forgot to fire her arrow. The strangely huge tactician jumped off the roof with a running start, yelling something about hurt as he fell. It was unexpected. It was the best chance she was going to get.

Now.

She loosed the arrow, the iron-headed messenger of death leaping from her bow like a bolt of lightning. It shot forward, past the leaping flames and through the smoke, aiming for the one remaining figure on the burning building. In the fraction of a second that it crossed the soon-to-collapse parpet, it hissed as it spiraled toward the exposed neck.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

I'll post in the morning

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Sure.

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Jonathan swore loudly and violently as the dark haired young woman melded into existence no less than two feet from his right shoulder. He barely contained the urge to swing his axe at the pale apparition when it spoke. He began to calm down with deep breaths as the girl began to explain her reason for acting like a phantom with a rather grisly proposition. The blonde man leaned forwards so that his sunken eyes were on level with the body-snatcher's. His breath stunk of alcohol, but aside from the uneducated speech, he didn't seem inhebriated in any way. "Ain't gonna lie, girlie, you're creepy. But I ain't got qualms with robbin' the dead, and less time I spend fightin' is more time I spend lootin'. Lead on, though these dead friends of yours better have some coin." The creepy little chit of a girl smelt like danger, but she didn't carry any obvious weapons. He could work with that.

He turned to follow the girl back into the alley and nearly jumped again as the little brat that had pissed him off in the tavern materialized from another alleyway. Jonathan openly snickered at the sight of the cute, boyish features trying to look intimidating in the slightest. This was gonna be fun. He gestured toward the drawn sword.

"Now, see, that's what's been scratchn' at the back of my head all day. You swinging around that kitchen knife at your hip. Daddy not give you enough attention or somethin'?" Annoying little midget. Even if the tiny size was new, Jonathan knew the type. Guys who showed off, cracked jokes, tried to be funny for the ladies. He snorted at the hilariously sad mental picture. Jonathan outweighed the child by nearly a hundred and twenty pounds, at the least. No matter what the little bastard had planned, he'd power through it, like usual. Instead of hefting his axe, he let it hang loose by his side as he retorted with his own verbal barrage."Now, why don't ya go home and suck on mommy's nipple, little sow-spawn? Or she toss you out for beating her in the ugly and stupid department?"

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As the green-haired child stumbled out of the bar, Jonathan glanced up at the swinging door, glad that the annoyance had left the building. He spat over the side of the bar, nursing the tankard without the slightest indication of intoxication. The child's slurred words had grated against the axe-man's ears. He hated that the little blackheart had downed enough drink to get drunk. It wasn't fair.

Jonathan paused, mulling over his options on how best to loose his anger. The first one was to go beat the kid for crimes against the axe-man's buzz. That sounded good.

The hulking mass of muscle and unwashed anger hauled himself upright and tossed a few grubby coins on the bar. He downed the rest of the tankard, belched, and stomped out the door. Right into the midst of an attempted bounty in progress. The axeman's rugged features split into a wide grin that exposed all of his teeth. Fighting was one of the rare things that he unabashedly enjoyed. He was good at it.

Jonathan guffawed at the spectacle, the foam of his recent alcohol binge still hanging on his stubble. Both of the involved parties looked to have coin on them, and their corpses had no use for money. Whoever won, he'd be eating well for the next few nights.

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Yeah, I know the lore. I counted on that, see he needs someone to train him to use it. That was what I was going for any ways. I never said 'oh no problem' I just said he can use it. Maybe I'll change it to 'he has an affinity for dark magic' or some such...

@Crimson Raven

That doesn't assuage my fear of the overwhelming power if someone, from level one, being by definition more powerful than anyone else that remains as such up to and throughout the entire game.

However, I'm not the GM. I won't voice anymore concerns about an approved character unless there is a legitimate problem.

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Yes, really. There's a very good reason why Shadowgift was hard to aquire. Dark magic is exceptionally powerful for the levels that it requires to wield the tomes that make it up.

Additionally, the lore behind how dark magic works states it to be an art that requires years of practice and focus. Thus suddenly discovering "oh, I can dark magic now no problem " is rather distasteful and ignorant.

Does that make sense?

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I ain't gonna lie, I agree with @Amaterasu here. A Dread Fighter with Shadowgift is ridiculously powerful for someone just starting off.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Kuur Salcair - Westroad Village

Six.

Kuur had counted just as Lilith had. While the archer doubted that the swordswoman had any intention of competing, it still stirred her fighting spirit. As Kuur hauled herself up the side of the house she'd taken cover behind, the memory of Lilith's carefully kept sword sprung to mind. The other woman was a fighter, and a good one at that. There was no shame in loosing to someone like that. She grunted as she dismissed the thought. That was weakness. She wasn't going to lose to anyone, much less a woman who barbarically carried around what amounted to a cleaver.

The green eyes narrowed as she glanced up at the top of the flaming guard tower. The distinct form of the bandit leader stood out even behind the wafting smoke that obscured the features of the assaulting Reclaimers. The bow creaked as Kuur lined up her arrow and kept her breathing slow and steady as she waited for the time to finish the man. A smile played on her lips as her breath stirred the taunt string. She only needed a moment, an opening. When he was wounded, when he was overconfident, when that guard dropped and she had the perfect shot.

She'd win.

Nickolas Rienbach - Westroad Village

The dark mage barely blinked as Marcus skillfully removed the remains of the Mire curse from the downed dancer. While his old master had been a healer of rare skill, he'd always assumed that was the base for competence. The Reclaimers were in good hands.

"Thank you, good Sir Marcus. For both my leg and the girl." He ruffled his hair, glancing up at the burning building where he could just barely catch figures moving around. "I'm no help with actual healing, I'm afraid." His features suddenly twisted in pain as he tried to stand, falling onto his rear as soon as he tried to move his wounded leg. The dark mage gestured to the tower. "Sir Marcus? Can you help me up, please? I have to help them up there."