Fire Emblem on the Forums: Stellar Margin [IC]

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

Arthur nodded to the swordswoman as she passed by, "I'm an early riser, I can go get you if you'd like." and after she was gone he turned back to Noah.

 

"No, Goddess no. I am content with my life now, it's miracle that I am where I am today. But it's not about my own pain." He took a few moments to think, crossing his arms as he tried to form his words. "Life is like an ocean and everyone is on boats. If a big guy like me jumps into the water because he wants more from life, he makes waves that drown the other ships..." He scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "Hold on that didn't make a lot of sense. Well uh... My point is, we hurt a lot of people by doing what we did. We made turned a lot of people's lives upside down just so we could have freedom. Some of them deserved it, but some might have been innocent we can't know for sure. Sorry I'm still uh... Trying to figure all this out myself."  He sighed. "All I know is this, those horrible times are in my past. I endured them, and now I have to find my place."

[InnocentSerenity]

“Oh, I just tend to listen to the goings-on of a tavern when I’m without a companion to speak with.” Rokan took a seat at the table, noticing the man’s glance as he looked at his glass. Yeah, and I bet your back breaks when you lift your bags off the ground. “Forgive my intrusion.” He put on a confident half-smile as he placed his glass down. “Though, I’m not of Lestli descent. I live in Sathor. I’m just a man interested in magic, nothing more, nothing less.” The man took a drink from his glass, trying not to glare at the man who gave him that rude look. “So, just share a little? I won’t be long, if you don’t want.”

[rokubiraijuu]

As soon as the metaphor starts, Noah resists the urge to roll his eyes. Oh boy, a life lesson. Here we go. Somehow, he manages to listen, if maybe a little impatiently. But at least by the end of it, he's looking a little less hostile. "Yeah, well Leofric's waves destroyed my life first. I don't see why I have to be considerate when he deserves way worse than what came to him." He shrugs, hyper-aware that he's talking to someone older with more life experience and blah blah blah. "If that's childish of me or whatever, then I'll take it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

 

Except maybe home, with his dad. The thought makes his throat close up, and he swiftly turns away from Arthur, lest he should see the shimmering in the backs of his eyes. "Guess I just gotta figure out where to go now."

 

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"A man interested in magic, huh?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. "Sounds sketchy."

 

"Eh, it's just a rumor, anyway. You sure you never heard o' rune cannons? You look like a fancy sort." He looks up and down Rokan's livery, crossing his arms. "Some fancy people down in the south found 'em, some backwater place in Mansell — all rusted and . . . anyway, says them ancient Lilierye people used to use 'em for sea warfare. Magic sealed to ship cannons. Can y'imagine that? As if siege magic weren't bad 'nough, now you can have Thoron blowin' holes in a ship from far away."

 

"But those Mansellians've been trying to revive that technology for years with no luck."

 

"Well . . . yeah. You never know. People've seen the Gossies tinkerin' 'round with their boats, anyway."

 

"Yeah, who? Those fear-mongering types? Pah."

[InnocentSerenity]

“Cannons built to fire magic?” Rokan thought to himself how such a thing would look. Perhaps not far from how ordinary ship cannons look? But how would one use it in combat? Did it fire autonomously or would it require a skilled mage handling it at all times? Rokan leaned back into his chair, scratching the side of his mouth as he thought about this ‘rune cannon’.

 

But other than that, he had to wonder how the spirits would react to such a device. “I always thought an Bolganone spell backed by replenishable quintessence  was the most you could pull from the Anima spirits.” Rokan muttered out loud as he thought of the great power that must be contained within those rune cannons. “Could a device like this pull even more power from them?" What would the Archsages think of that?

 

Still, one thought did fill Rokan’s mind that he already knew was true.

“That sounds awesome. I want one.”

Rokan opened his eyes, remembering the conversation he was having with the other two men. Quickly realigning himself to put his arms crossed in front of him, he gave his own words. “I doubt it’d be that easy to reverse engineer a device like that. And even if they could, they’d probably be impossible to mass produce quickly. And if the few that could be made were seen in combat, a skilled group of fighters, probably a few flying units, could board the ship, take out the crew manning the cannons, and get out easily.” Rokan let out a huff as he took another drink of his nearly empty glass. “I wouldn’t be too worried over it.”

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

"Well until you find your place, we can help you. And by we I mean me as well. Well maybe I shouldn't speak for everyone but, I can help." He exhaled and stretched his arms out above him. "Why is fighting so easy but talking so difficult..." 

[Bfroger6]

As Wren peered through the door, he'd see Herrman standing in the middle of the room next to her bed with her hands joined behind her back. She gave him a slight bow before walking over to him. She places a hand on his shoulder and takes his hand into her own, guiding him over to her bed. She lets him sit down before letting his hand go and picking up her staff from the side. She also walks over to her pack and pulls a jar out of it, filled with some sort of ointment or potion.

 

"N-no worries...I'll help you. Y-you just sit here and show me the wound."

[Sutoratosu]

The rider walked up to the bar, not overly concerned with the gossip of the two shipmates nearby. He figured the Monk would probably have his curiosity peaked or somethin', so he just left the ol chap to it, watching from his stool as he ordered

"A pint of ale, miss, and please, skip on the foam if ya would" he said as he placed a few coins on the counter before him, enough to cover the drink itself plus a decent tip for the innkeeper.

[Zetaark]

Still keeping an ear to the conversation going on about the rune cannons, Marcus went towards another familiar face, who seemed to be reading something. "Found an interesting read I see. How is it?" Marcus asks.

[rokubiraijuu]

"Heh, well, that's nice of you, I guess." He thinks to the few of these people he's seen during the battle. Rokan, and now this guy. There'd been that woman, too, with the eye patch. And some others, though he didn't know anything about them. So far, they didn't seem like terrible people. "The Queen's Knights take anyone as long as they're good, right? Who knows, maybe I can be fancy like you guys someday." He laughs, the remark clearly half-joking. He's not so sure following orders from some other noble is where he wants to be, like he just switched hands or something. "Well, we'll see. 

 

Oh, didn't catch your name, by the way. Mine's Noah."

 

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"You sound like you know what you're talking about. Guess we'll take your word for it."

 

"Let's just hope those Lestli types don't hear 'bout it. Some powerful new weapon comes up, they're the first to try and get their hands on it."

 

"Tch. They definitely already know if the likes of us know. Ugh, don't even bring them into this; thinking about it just makes my head hurt."

 

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"Oh!" The innkeeper looks down at the coins the boy slides over to her, then sighs with an indulgent smile as she re-tightens the apron around her waist and accepts them. The tip had been generous, at least. "You and that other man earlier coming back asking for milk; you're keeping me busy, you all are. It's about time to close and here I am opening the ale casks again," she titters in half-hearted complaint as she moves to get his order.

 

A moment later, she slides the tankard over to him — clean of foam, as he'd asked. "You all friends or something?"

Edited July 1, 2017 by rokubiraijuu

[Twinwolf]

 

"Huh? Oh, it's pretty interesting, I guess..." Elise says, placing a bookmark as she turns to look at the speaker. "It's... a bit childish, to be fair, but I need to relax from... everything that happened somehow, don't I? ...You know, I just realized I don't know your name. Or most of the group's names for that matter."

Edited July 1, 2017 by Twinwolf

[Zetaark]

"Given everything that happened, it's not surprising that introductions took a backseat," Marcus replied, sitting down next to the woman. "Marcus is my name incidentally. Yours?"

[Twinwolf]

"Yeah... it was hectic. My name is Elise, nice to meet you properly." Elise said, extending a hand for the normal gesture. 

[Zetaark]

"Likewise," Marcus says as he returns the gesture before getting back to conversation. "If I recall, you had a pegasus with you as well. How is it taking care of one?" he decides to ask.

[Twinwolf]

"Mm... well it depends on how much they like you, really. In terms of food and water and lodgings, they're pretty much the same as horses. But they've got a lot more individualism and spirit, so they need to respect you or you're not getting anywhere with them. Gale's pretty nice though, he likes most people who aren't jerks to me or him."

[Sutoratosu]

"He, yeah sorry bout that. Got quite a bit to tend to tomorrow, so I figured might as well get a drink in while I can." He turned around to look at some of the others as she asked about them, taking the tankard in hand "I guess you could call us friends, sure. More like Colleagues though really- we've had a pretty long day, so when we heard about this place, we figured it'd be best to stop and stay the night."

 

He of course, neglected to mention anything about the slaying of a Baron or the chaos and fighting that had preceded the noble's death. Those were matters far from fit to reach the keeper's ears, and he'd be damned if he was the one who got them all put out or reported because he flapped his lips more than he should've

[Zetaark]

"I see. I haven't personally had to care any, though I have read a fair bit about them. Not that it makes up for personal experience, but it's something," Marcus remarks, leaning back in his seat.

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

"Arthur." He stretched out his hand for a handshake, and chuckled at his joke. "In the arena they gave me the nickname Pegasus, so I guess it's sort of my last name. Arthur Pegasus. It's nice to meet you Noah, if you fought like you did today you would make a fine knight."

[Raindrop Valkyrie]

Akane found a stump outside, one big enough that she could comfortably perch atop it. She'd preferred the space to sit with her legs crossed, civilized benches and chairs weren't really suited for it. Too rigid, too... structured. Everything about their damned world had to be so orderly. So fixed. Stifling, restricting. Why'd everything have to be so damned perfect? She shoved it from her mind she came out here to relax... not brood. 

*ffffffffft* she struck a match with quick precision. She was really getting good at it. The strange little things were extremely useful for lighting her pipe. She could do light them with a single hand, important for someone like Akane. She guessed there was one good thing the world of the "civilized" gave her. She laughed at the thought, such a simple thing it was. But, one that ended up being important... well at least for her.

[aliettite]

Goddess, she was a little forward, wasn't she? Not that he could really complain, all things considered about the position he'd found himself in. Hands coming to the buttons of his tunic, he looks up and her, then back down and away, cheeks slightly pink. "It's uhm, well, forgive me for lack of modesty but it's..." He gestures to his chest before unfastening the garment, still holding it closed before she comes back.

[Bfroger6]

Herrman doesn't react to Wren's nervousness. She looks at him in innocent confusion and tilts her head to the side.

 

"W-what's the problem? D-does it hurt so much y-you can't...uhm...open it yourself?" She wastes no time walking over to his side. "I-I'll help you..." She says as she kneels down besides the bed and reaches out towards his chest in an attempt to assist in removing his clothing.

[rokubiraijuu]

Glancing down at the offered hand, he carefully takes it and gives it a single shake before taking his hand back. "Pegasus, huh?" Nicknames aren't uncommon in the arena. He figures that it makes the gladiators seem less human, to not call them by their actual names. Anything so that the nobles and spectators can distance themselves from the people out there getting hurt and killed for their sport. 

 

"So, what? Can you grow wings and fly?"

 

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"Colleagues? Okay, okay . . . I won't ask. But when a group of armed soldiers looking roughed up like you all come in, a woman gets nervous, you know? You don't seem like a bad sort, but you won't be bringing trouble to my inn, will you now?"

[Pyon Pyon Kyuu!~]

"No no no, I would have flown straight out of the arena if I could!" He laughed loudly, and waved his hand dismissing the thought. "No no no, I was given the name because I was fast. So I ran around people, blocked their attacks, dodged them and when they got tired I went in. It was my way of surviving every fight, but people saw it as my gimmick. Ironically enough I've started to quite enjoy running. Maybe I should have been born a mailman or a delivery boy."

[Sutoratosu]

"The Lunar Father willing, no trouble will arise during the night... or afterwards." he answered, expression a bit... cooler than the amicable attitude before. He had... actually lied to Marcus outside, at least partially. He hadn't been giving an offering for his protection, but rather the inn that was putting them up for the night; He had even gone so far as to order Erce to roam the forests around the wharf, keeping an eye out for any soldiers approaching.

      He had learned his lesson from Greydale, regardless how much of a success the defense of the town had been, no matter how much of a name he'd gotten for his role in it, the last thing he wanted was a repeat where he dragged unsuspecting folks into some mess. If someone came around after they left, looking for a trail, there was no way he could really stay behind like he had back then. Hence... enlisting the father's aid was undeniably necessary here. Hopefully he would answer the prayer.

 

 Soon enough though, the friendly smile from before is back on his face, as he took a sip from his mug.

"Anyways We'll be out of your hair by the morning, no worries. I'll make sure my colleagues leave their rooms in tip-top shape before we go, save you the trouble for your kindness." He scanned the rest of the pub, aside from the two shipmates and the Archer talking about magicked cannons or some such. Looking for the monk actually, and when he found him... well, what he spotted surprised him even more than how a lestlian clergy was serving in a foreign knights order... to think a full-blooded noble would...

"And speaking of my Colleagues... if you'll excuse, madam..." Grabbing his drink and relocating to the same table as the monk and the woman, he sat down, giving a wave to Marcus.

"hey man, figured you'd be at least a little interested in their talk about magic ships or whatever. Our archer friend at least seems pretty taken with it," He said, before glancing at the young woman "Terribly sorry to interrupt your discussion by the way... I just couldn't help but notice- you're from Lestli, aren't you? And not just any ordinary citizen, but a noblewoman at that."

 

 

[Twinwolf]

Elise takes a sip of her drink - at a glance it seems to just be water. She'd been about to say something to Marcus when the other person - hadn't he been on a wyvern? Came over. Elise blinks. 

 

"...Uh... hi?" is all she says for now - she can't seem to think of something else to say. "...What was your name again?"

[Sutoratosu]

"Ah of course, how rude of me. I don't think we've properly met actually- I'm Marek." And glancing at the monk as well "Infact, I don't think I got your name when we were outside either..."