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Fire Emblem: The Eternal Struggle

@JrVaderHello! I didn't plan on any limits on reservations or anything, so feel free! Just as long as you understand that even as dragons go, they'll be heavily nerfed in the beginning so that everyone is on a level playing field in terms of strength. You'd also have to come up with a decent reason as to why your character left Kuro, since it's pretty isolated.

Fire Emblem: The Eternal Struggle

Just waiting for people to post before I post myself! Anyone have anything to add? Otherwise I’ll advance us based on what’s going on.

The World of Aerion

Just a heads up that me and @tobiax are working on an opening post for his character together. I also believe @Karillin is finishing up their own post.

What’s the knights status? I figure we can get everyone on the ship and get a little interaction going to get to know each other’s characters before they get to the first location. I’m always open to ideas and suggestions from others if anyone ever wants to try something!

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Varian Sigmund - Outside of Dalenham, Ethora

Varian momentarily raised his head and gazed lazily at Osmund as he made his way to them. The Highman gave the Ethorian a shake of his head in response to Osmund's first question. When he inquired about his head injury, Varian buried his head back into his palms and shrugged. "Still piecing it together myself. Probably best we keep it that way," The Highman groaned and looked around before sighing deeply. He glanced at Osmund and Edon and then again looked around for any sign of the merchant.

"Looks like fat man isn't here yet," Varian commented lowly. "Which works out anyway because I hired a few new recruits last night. They should be here soon too."

Sir Roland of House Grey - The Docks of Ekilore

Roland scowled at Kace. The Ethorian knight was always quick to judge people, and he had since judged Kace as someone he'd rather not associate with, if he can help it. "I should hope the monks do not give us such an abhorrent vessel as one of those savage Highman warships. I'd sooner find myself swimming in all my armor than take refuge in one of them."

Captain Richard glanced at Roland and cocked an eyebrow, before he returned his attention to Kace.

"Ah, well a very merry thank you to you, sir." Captain Crewe exclaimed to Kace, removing his hat from his head again and gesturing with it as part of a bow. "I'm glad the monks rounded up at least one gracious guest." He said, his tone directed at Roland as he made his way onto the boat. "'Tis called the Pendant. Though small, it is a jewel of craftsmanship. Made with Ethorian sails, Highman wood, and Raelusian weaponry. When I heard of this journey, I simply could not decide what type of vessel to manufacture. But I can admit when another nation does their craft best. And I wanted what all the best had... for this journey, of course." Captain Richard smiled and cleared his throat.

"From what I understand, you're all in for quite a storied journey ahead of you. And though this quest may be secret from most, the eyes of the enemy are ever-moving. When the lot of you are aboard, we set sail to just outside of the port city of Fornond, in Miracia. If your luck holds on and our grace with the Gods holds true, then the skies will be kept clear, and our presence may go unnoticed."

The World of Aerion

See the above explanation! Ill see to post tomorrow, maybe tonight if I finish a few things for work, but other knights feel free to make your posts, and new mercs feel free to do the same!

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Roland Grey - Top of Ekilore

The lead monk seemed to be pleased as a small smile stretched across his face, as one by one the Knights accepted the quest despite some hesitation. The hesitation was understandable to be sure as such as a powerful artifact did sound too good to be true, but one had to place faith in the Monks of Ekilore. They were to be trusted as they have guided civilization with benevolence.

The monk raised a eyebrow, amazed by the enthusiasm of Roland. "While your desire to be the champion of the land is welcome, do not dare think you can do this alone. Pride comes before the fall."

Roland eyed the monk and his words. It wasn't the first time he was scolded by others in this regard, but Roland had proven he was more than capable of balancing what he would call his 'confidence', and his skill. But in an effort not to show disrespect to the monks, he merely nodded in understanding, if only for the sake of their titles.

"I do have a few words to say before I send you all into the world. Firstly, while we have kept knowledge of the Orb of Ardor hidden within the confines of this great tower, they are others who undoubtedly have knowledge of it as well. These nefarious groups will seek you out once word of your actions spread throughout the lands of Aerion. You must prepared to fight. Blades will bleed and shields will shatter. They will do everything they can to stop you. You must make sure they do not succeed."

"Second, to aid you in setting out on your journey, we have commissioned a ship to send you off to your first of many destinations. We realize you may have traveled on your own ships. For this quest, a good amount of discretion is needed. The ship awaits you at the dock at the base of the tower, where it will take you to the borders of Falke and Miracia. Upon arrival, you will be greeted by a friend, one who will help guide you to where the first shard of the Orb is presumably located. My Eunuch friend there will set you out the door. The fate of Aerion rests in your hands. And may the grace of your Gods guide you."

Roland Grey bowed to the Monks and slowly made his way to the door, awaiting the Eunuch to guide them. "Come with me, my lords. I fear time is not our friend." The Eunuch shuffled his feet to the door, opening it for the others and guided them down the stairs, elevator, and through the grand library back outside on the ground level. Roland welcomed the ground, enjoying the smell of the fresh air of the Deep Blue. Seeing everything from ground level was strangely refreshing, if only because he could see literally the entire world as he knew from the top of the observatory.

"Come with my lords. We must head down to the docks." The Eunuch walked a fair pace down to the docks where a large boat was awaiting them.

Sitting at a small, quiet port was a single ship. Black as night with red accents, the ship had white sails with the symbol of the monks of Ekilore embroidered in red. It was a fair size, clearly having a few decks and rooms to be used. It appeared sturdy, fast, and a perfect ship for traveling the Deep Blue and Sea of Storms, the named waters around Ethora. A number of sailors were preparing the ship, hoping to get it ready for departure in time. They were rushing, clearly, but were doing so with some degree of effectiveness.

"I must say, I expected the vessel to carry us on this most noble quest to be something a bit less...shabby." Roland stepped forward, looking over the ship.

"Shabby is one way to look at it." A voice addressed the knights. Roland turned around and saw a man, about the same height and build as he, but with a large, black beard. He wore a large, black Tricorne, accompanied under hair combed underneath. He had a black waistcoat with red and orange linings across the edges of it, and matching styles in pants. If Roland knew anything about the styles of Ethorian dress, and he most certainly did know, than he was certain the man was from Ethora, particularly from the accursed region of Dedris, and probably the captain of the vessel. "I look at its dark colors as subtle. I look at it's size as inconspicuous. I look at its unadorned design as discreet. Given the nature of your journey, I imagine these are advantageous, are they not?"

The man eyed the group of so-called knights, and took off his hat to them, giving them a bow of respect. "My name is Richard. Richard of House Crewe, service to House Morok. I shall be your captain on this voyage. You best get all of your belongings on board. As I am told, we are on a tight schedule."

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Just a heads up no matter what I’ll post for the knights at the end of the day, everyone else get your posts up when you can, also we’re getting two new mercs now, with @tobiax almost finished with his character and @Karillin just adding theirs!

The World of Aerion

I just made a merc post! I'm gonna wait to see if @Archangel89 wants to add anything with the knights and then I'll post there too

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Varian Sigmund - Dalenham, Ethora

A sharp pain came from the center of Varian's forehead. He groaned, placing a hand upon the area of discomfort, as if to try and rub it away. Ironically, went he rubbed his hand around the area, he felt an oddity, and looked back upon his fingers to see the remains of dried blood. Despite the throbbing in his head, Varian sat up, his gaze lingering on his fingers for a moment longer. As he looked around the room, a few questions came into his mind. How did he end up here? Where exactly was he? And who in Isir's name was the naked woman lying next to him?

As he got out of bed and began dressing himself, he contemplated these questions. By the sound of his movement, the woman began to stir, yawning and stretching her limbs as she opened her eyes. She looked up at Varian who stared down at her. Her features were quite nice. Long brown hair and eyes to match it. She was well-figured and fair-skinned. For a Dalenham girl, at least. There was a moment or two of silence between the pair, before the woman gave the Highman a smile, and spoke softly. "Good morning." She said softly to him.

"Good morning," He stated back to her. He continued to dress himself as he placed on his sleeveless leather vest, and then his baldric over that. Harnessing his axes upon his back, he looked back down to the woman. Again, a brief pause between the two. She continued to smile up at him, while Varian shifted between examining the room and the woman. "Sleep well?" she asked him.

"More or less." Varian replied. He paused momentarily on what he should say next, but then decided to blurt out, "So... shall I pay you now or have I already done so last night?"

The next sight Varian saw was a hand coming upon his cheek, smacking him loudly enough that perhaps if others outside the door were present, they too would have heard it. Varian's cheek instantly starting becoming red from the slap. "Right." He said, heading for the door. "I suppose that means last night..." He said in a rush, exiting the door, just as the woman began cursing after him.

On the other side of the door, Varian found himself in the familiar sight of Edward's tavern. The old, creaky, filthy-looking tavern looked much the same as it did when he entered it the day before to collect his silver for the job, though some tables appeared to have been damaged. A few stools also appeared to be out of place. Varian began to recall a bit of what happened though it was all very hazy. After he split apart from the group, he must have headed here. He remembered someone challenging him to a drinking game. He didn't remember exactly how, but the damned man had somehow managed to coerce him into it, and the rest was history.

"You silver-tongued devil, you." The familiar voice of Edward said to Varian from behind his counter at the helm of the tavern. He smiled spitefully at the Highman as he cleaned a mug with a dirty rag. He headed towards Edward without an immediate reply, rubbing the side of his face as he tried to orient himself.

"How much for the room?" Varian asked in his usual cold voice.

"Oh, you already paid las-", Edward stopped himself in the middle of his sentence. "...Uh, that'll be fifteen bronze pieces." He said with a smile. Varian did not bother to put up a fight about the ridiculous price of the room, still feeling the effects of the no-doubt large amount of drinking he had done the night before. He placed the bronze pieces from his bag onto the table, and looked around the dump of a tavern, before proceeding to the exit. Edward shouted something after him, but Varian mostly ignored him.

Varian was able to get it together along the way, shaking off most of the effects of liquor through the 'fresh' air of Dalenham, and was feeling loads better as he approached the gates of Dalenham, where the group was supposed to meet. Already at the gates was Edon. He was early, and looked quite comfortable where he was at. Varian guessed he was there for a while, but he was too out of it to make a big deal out of it. Varian nodded at Edon, and tried his best to be casual and he sat on a large rock he spotted. He placed his head in his palm and looked down as he awaited the rest to arrive.

The World of Aerion

@InuyashaGreat! I’ll check to see if anyone else wants to add in before I make an add