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  1. 3 minutes ago, Anacybele said:

    I'm sorry, but I couldn't really read this. It's too wall-of-texty. You have to make a new paragraph every time a character speaks and you didn't do that here, for instance. And the paragraphs that are here are really really long.

    Ah, sorry. I didn't really understand the proper format for this. I presume it's too late to fix a formatting error like that. Meh, live and learn, I doubt I'd win this regardless.

  2. 2 minutes ago, Acacia Sgt said:

    THen again, the word "world" always carries a different context depending on what the person using it knows. For all we know then the Gates are simply an interplanetary transport network, some time portals (the legacy maps), and the only truly otherwordly places are stuff like the Deeprealms.

    Yeah, I think at this point I should stop thinking about this, it's gotten extreme convoluted, extremely fast.

  3. I dunno, Finn looks a little, bland? His eyes should be a little smaller, a longer nose, and a thinner face. His shirt should be a more pastel blue, and add some shading to said pastel blue, since one plain color looks bland. There might be some shading there, I dunno, it's kinda small. Still, better than I could've done, so good job.

  4. First off, Edward, Leo, and Nolan would have their unique weapons. Edward the Caladbolg, which would be a personal weapon that gave a large boost to one stat, I'm going to say resistance since I believe we haven't gotten a plus res sword, most likely with a plus 1 effect. With that, I'd probably lower Ed's speed by a few points and put that into his res, making him a decent sword mage counter. Wrath and Astra makes sense. I would probably go with Brazen Atk/Res in this case, and Odd Res wave.

    Leo gets the Lughnasadh, which since it gave speed in the original it makes sense to make him a speedy archer. Windsweep slightly cancels out his great speed, so I'd replace that with some personal skill, or maybe a cancel could come with the bow, something like "If Leo uses a special on a foe, they can't counterattack, only Leo, only for that turn". I'd give him Desperation, maybe make it busted with Desperation 4. Everything else is fine.

    Nolan gets the Tarvos, obviously. That would give him a defense bonus, and maybe it gives Allies in two spaces Distant Guard 2/3(or whatever it's called). Otherwise, aside from maybe reducing his speed a bit, Nolan is pretty good.

    Aran, uh, yeah he seems absolutely busted. Despite his low speed, which doesn't matter since he'll basically always be doubling with QR 4, he also has a built in DC, making him almost always counter, and +1 means he'll be throwing off Ignis almost every time he enters combat. I don't think he'd have Even Res wave, probably Even/Odd Def wave. I don't think he'd have Sturdy Stance. It fits him well, but we just got a unit with that skill, so it seems redundant.

    You say that they would wait until weapon refinery, except they're already so good that weapon refinery would make them absolutely broken, so they shouldn't wait. I'd wager with stats like those, FEH would stop being worked on before they were refined. 

  5. 2 minutes ago, Acacia Sgt said:

    Even if it's a legend, the fact it's stated Ike came from another world still means something. Besides, considering the Outrealm Gate exists, in what other context is "another world" being used here, then?

    Yeah, I really don't have much of a clue. Although it does still point to them being in the same universe, probably different planets connected by the Outrealm gate. Chrom clearly knows of Ashera, similar to the myths of Hoshido and Nohr, so they do have to occur within the same universe at some point.

  6. 7 minutes ago, GrandeRampel said:

    The problem is that even if TMS was never made as a game, we still have to account for the world Kiran came from. That's one of the first things that Heroes establishes, when Kiran talks about skyscrapers and cars. I guess that we could argue if it should be counted as one world or not. They could go either way, maybe even considering the world Kiran comes from as super special and different from the others since, let's be honest, nobody else will be summoned from our world. 

    Hm, that does mean that within the FE world, a version of Earth does exist. Since TMS seems pretty accurate to the world, or at the very least has many of the things described in Heroes, it could be speculated that Kiran comes from the TMS universe. It does make sense in the "TMS is part of the FE universe, while our Earth isn't" sort of way. So with that, we could link Heroes to Archanae. But that leads me to something that I had glossed over mentally. Worlds in this situation doesn't actually refer to planets, it refers to the inner universe, which is part of the outer universe. In terms that are simpler, it's like a galaxy in comparison to the universe, just a part of the whole. I realize in hindsight that the right term is multiverse, so yeah.

    This leaves us with 

    Universe 1: FE1/3/11/12, FE 2/15, FE 4 and 5, FE 9 and 10, and TMS all occur on the same planet, with a possible prominent link with the Heroes-verse. I'm pretty sure the Tellius is north of Archanea/Valentia, and Jugdral is probably west of Archanea. TMS would have to occur in a modern version of Archanea, since the only characters who appear are from FE1 and FE13, both of which occured on that continent, so it makes some sense that they would be confined to that continent. Fire Emblem Fates occurs on a continent that I'm just going to say is south of all of that, or possibly some version of Valentia/Archanea that split, similar to Pangaea.

    Universe 2: FE 6 and FE 7. At this point, the first universe is getting pretty full, and I'm pretty sure that nothing links the two games to another universe. Also, the Scouring would be something that would be talked about in myth form, and a great flood already occurred, so it makes sense that they're separate.

    Universe 3: While it makes sense that FE 8 would be with FE6 and 7, it's still separate if I'm not wrong.

    Universe 4: Warriors is clearly its own thing, although Heroes could be a part of it, and it would make some sense. Perhaps some property in this universe makes it so other universes tend to come into this one.

    Universe 5: Where Heroes might be

  7. 3 minutes ago, Acacia Sgt said:

    What makes you think that? There is stuff point to the contrary. It's not really a theory, it's a confirmed thing.

    A couple things in Awakening, and one or two random lines that I can't remember right now. Your language kind of confuses me, as you say that stuff points to the contrary, as in, it isn't true, but then say it's confirmed. I was under the impression that most people saw it as its own universe.

  8. Instead of going off CYL, I think we should go off more in universe explanations of worlds. Loki is a god of some sort, or at least is semi-omnipotent, so she could easily know stuff that we do not.

    1 FE1/3/11/12, FE 2/15, FE 13, and I do subscribe to the theory that Tellius and Archanea occur on the same planet, so that adds FE9 and FE 10. Also Fates, since Chrom has to have heard of all this nonsense before, and I'd like to think that while we can time hop, world hopping is something only achievable with the special portals.

    2 FE 4 and 5. While I like to think that Jugdral occurs on the same planet, there is next to no evidence for this theory of mine so I'll say it's a world by itself.

    3 FE 6 and 7

    4 FE 8. I really want FE 8 to share something with another game, but it's merely its own world

    5 TMS. Now, as usual I do have my theories that TMS takes place within a very in the future version of the Archanea/Tellius/whatever the Fates continent is called world, since there are plentiful references to those games, and only FE1 and 13 characters appear, but I'll say it's separate for now.

    6 Warriors. Warriors clearly takes place in a seperate world from everything else

    7 As does Heroes, although I could buy that it shares a world with Warriors.

    That leaves us at 7, and if we combine TMS with the largest world, put Heroes and Warriors together, and combine FE 8 with Elibe (Since I really just want to), we do come to 4 worlds, which could be reduced to 3 if Jugdral and Archanae combine. Assuming Three Houses takes place in an entirely new world, IS at least has one world left to play with, and at most 5.

     

  9. Yeah, no way in hell that this is real. Aside from not spelling some titles right (Such as Phoenix Wright), and nonsense titles (Sonic the Hedgehog: The Movie: Hydro Atrocity), and really just things that would be put in for people to fanboy over, say "Oh, I want that", and forget about (Golden Sun 4, The Simpsons: Hit & Run HD). Also, ports that will not happen (Star Fox Zero, The Legend of Zelda: Spirit Tracks HD), this list is pretty fake, although I commend the author for keeping it relatively up to date.

  10. Alright, I wanted to add more, but time caught up to me. So with that, I present (And no that isn't a typo, well it is but it's a typo that I made and loved so it became the title)

    The Cursed of Youth

    Word Count: 3068

    Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates

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    The Cursed of Youth

    As the sun began to set, turning the bright blue sky into a beautiful mixture of deep, yet vibrant tangerine, and subtle rose, Nyx stepped into the serene waters of a nearby pond. Finally, she thinks to herself, it’s been weeks since we camped out in an area with a good lake. She stares down at her reflection, same as always, youthful with marks meant to ward off curses covering her face. She hadn’t grown an inch in eighty years. Eighty long, lonely, and punishing years where she had isolated herself from society due to- her thoughts were interrupted by a rustle in the bushes.

    Without even looking, she calmly called out to the person she knew was there, “Hello Prince Leo, here for another chat?”

    Leo responded, “Well I certainly didn’t come to this water source for swimming. I want some details Nyx, I might be able to help you.”

    Sighing, Nyx looks back at Leo, “I have studied every book, traveled all across this continent, and tried almost every method available to me, nothing has worked. Don’t waste your energy on a hopeless woman like myself, there are many others in a much direr need of help.”

    Glancing at a tome he had brought, Leo said, “I would like to refute that claim, your burden is great, and as prince I would like to see fit that my people’s burdens are nonexistent. Besides, two heads are far superior to one, wouldn’t you say?”

    Unable to find holes in his logic, Nyx began to emerge from the waters, and defeatedly replied “Very well, if it’s details you desire, then I shall gladly give them to you. If I might be permitted to ask something first, what is that tome you brought along?”

    Looking in any direction that wasn’t the bare body of Nyx, Leo shuddered out a response. “W-well you see, this here tome, called Agvaldr, allows one to visualize memories, to allow for a more vivid picture of a story.”

    The now fully-clothed Nyx snatched the tome out of Leo’s hands. “Interesting, these are quite rare and fragile, you would allow me to use such an expensive magic item like this?” Nyx inquired.

    Regaining some of his composure, Leo asserts, “Of course, I would see to it that nothing less then the best would be used to solve this conundrum.”

    Opening the Agvaldr, Nyx began to regale Leo with the tale of how her life got turned upside-down. “It all begins in the lush, green fields nearby the town of Macarath, where I was running along with my brothers and sisters.

    I was the youngest of five. My mother died during child-birth, however by some miracle I lived. I was left to the care of my father, who I despised with all my heart, and my four siblings. The first-born was my brother, Erebus, a once famous sorcerer whose magical ability is comparable to yours Leo. He strived to be my father’s equal, looking up at that man as though he was a god. Following Erebus was my older sister Apate, an amazing fortune teller who could predict as far as your death. One time, I believe she even was called to predict the feats that the child who would eventually become King Garon would achieve. Next comes my brother Monos, who was the strongest of all of us, although his magic wasn’t very potent. He was a squire of a Nohrian general and was quickly rising up the ranks. Lastly was the one closest to my age, yet still three years my elder, it was my favorite sibling, Eris.

    Eris was basically the one who cared for me. I could always be found at Eris’s side, I tried to follow everything exactly as she did. I walked the same, tried to talk the same, although my vocabulary was not as advanced as it now it. I even tried to grow out my blonde hair to be a similar length, but that was a losing battle.

    As a young child, I had showed no magical aptitude, which led to my father largely ignoring me. Despite that, I was as happy as a clam. We would spend hours out on those fields, my siblings and I. As everyone grew older, the days that we ventured onto the fields occurred less and less, but one day all my siblings were home, and they suggested that we mess around, ‘for old times sake’, as Erebus put it. That day, we played all manner of things, but many involved magic. Me, having no perceived talent in the act, merely watched my siblings show off to one another their skills.

    After a while, Apate suggested we play hide and seek, and despite it getting to be very dark out, my siblings all agreed. I didn’t want to, as at this point I hadn’t learned any magic spells, much less a light based one. But since everyone else wanted to, I was forced to go along.

    So, with Eris pushing me along, we found a very good hiding spot among some trees. There I begged her to teach me some magic, and after a few minutes my persistence paid off. Eris pulled out a small, cheap tome that had a weak fire spell, so weak that it never even left the palm of your hand and shouldn’t have the power to burn anything. After telling me the chant I need to recite, she gave me the book. I slowly mumbled the words, and a small flicker of light was seen before being swiftly snuffed out.

    ‘Louder’ Eris said, ‘You can’t just whisper a chant, say it with pride, confidence, and skill.’

    I nodded, and, perhaps taking her advice a little too literally, proceeded to shout out the incantation with my hand raised high. Suddenly, a small ball of fire erupted into my palm.

    I was beaming with excitement, and Eris was so happy for me. Little did I know that would be the last time I would ever be happy, as the ball of fire continued to grow. At first, not by much, a few centimeters at best, but soon it eclipsed a height of at least 35 feet. Panicked, I threw the massive fireball away, and right at Eris. Her screams still haunt me to this day.

    Erebus ran up, yelling ‘What in the name of Anankos is that? Monos, give me a hand, we need to put this out before the village catches on fire.’ My brothers worked tirelessly to calm the fire, which they succeeded in doing.

    All that was left of Eris, was ash.

    Following that, incident, Erebus shunned me, which I at first perceived as fine, as I still had my other siblings. Except the rest of my family stayed away from me, Apate out of fear, and Monos due to the busy nature of his military position. However, my father, whose name I never truly learned, but I heard many others call him Chaos, took a new interest in me.

    To make my magic more potent and controlled, he locked me in my room, forcing me to read and practice all day. And at the end of those days, we had magic reports, where if I had not learned or improved enough, well, let’s just say that what my father did to me back then wasn’t pretty.

    Seven years later, when I had turned twelve, I was the most powerful magic-user in the entire family. Tired of my father’s abuse, and the neglect of my siblings I turned on the family that had shunned me. In one of the books I had read, I had discovered an advanced curse that had the ability to steal magical energy from a person, there was also another page but that was mainly just information on performing the spell, so I didn’t actually bother to read that, for what relevant information could be in there? How foolish I was, blinded by revenge and a desire to feel the love that I hadn’t felt in over 7 years. If only I had read the extra information, I would know what terrible things I was about to subject myself to.

    One night, when all of my siblings had convened back at the house, and Father wasn’t out on some magic based trip, I hexed my lock open, and went to the center of the house. I began to cast the curse, and all was going well at first.

    The power, the sensation of pure unbridled magical energy flowing into your body, it was addicting. Without thinking, I amped up the power of the curse. What I had intended as a small bit of revenge that I would quickly remedy spun out of control faster than I could anticipate. But that feeling, the force, I couldn’t stop, it was so empowering. I would be the greatest magic user on the whole continent.

    I felt my family fighting back, trying to keep their powers, to stay alive. So, I put more and more effort into that spell.

    First one to give up was Monos, his was the weakest and easiest to take.

    Then came Apate, who although was very adept in fortune telling, wasn’t skilled in the art of magical dueling.

    Erebus and Father both survived for the same length of time, which mattered not to myself at the time, addicted to the power. I suppose, in hindsight, it’s poetic in a sense.

    The exact area my curse had encompassed when I passed out due to the strain the energy had put on my body, I will never know and would prefer to keep it that way. When I woke, after brushing aside my black hair, yes, black hair, I looked across the landscape.

    As far as my eye could see the city was in some state of disrepair. Many houses, destroyed, bodies lined the streets, the sky had a purple tint. And all the power I had siphoned, gone. Or at least I thought so.

    As you know very well, Prince Leo, whenever a major curse is cast, there is some blowback upon the user. I thought it odd that I hadn’t experienced such a blowback, but my ignorance led me to think I was such a great sorcerer that the only thing that changed was my hair turning jet-black.

    I ran away, heading from village to village, living there for a few months, and then leaving. Over that time, about two years I’d say, I never aged a day.

    At first, I didn’t notice it, but as the days turned to weeks, which turned to months, my body’s lack of change despite the fact I was at peak puberty age disturbed me. I waited a bit, moved to another village, but still nothing.

    No growth, no advancement, nothing. Not even my hair had dared to grow a centimeter in that timeframe.

    At the end of that two-year period of village hoping, I went to a village with a local man able to read magical signatures. After I built up the courage to ask him to look into mine, I was met with a response that was not favorable in my eyes.

    ‘The magic within you is strong, yet corrupted’ the apothecary said. ‘I haven’t seen such a curse of that magnitude in my life, I’ve nary heard of it. What happened to you child?’

    I made up an elaborate lie about a cruel witch who tormented my family, and who had killed them all and used their power to curse me. The old man, bless his heart, believed my story word for word.

    ‘I can’t do much to help you, but there are some things I can do’

    He drew odd symbols on my face, the ones you see now, and ingrained them with a basic magical herb.

    ‘These symbols should hopefully have some helping effect, allowing you to grow in some manner.’

    To his credit, the old man was correct, something did begin to grow, my hair. My black hair, which I had cut short, so I wouldn’t be reminded of that day.

    The fact that something was changing gave me hope, and with that hope, I thought to set out and cure this curse once and for all. So, I said farewell to that old man, and promptly got lost.”

    “You? Get lost?” Leo said in a sarcastic tone, “I couldn’t fathom that occurring.”

    “Oh, quiet you” Nyx shot back “We’re getting to the part where I show you that there’s no helping me.”

    “Then feel free to continue whenever you want.” Leo said, laying back on the soft green grass.

    “Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted” Nyx said with fake malice, “I got lost, went to look for a forest shrine that supposedly had curse repelling waters, took a wrong turn past some tree, and ended up by a Bandit Camp.

    I was going to just sneak by, go on completely unnoticed, except one of those filthy barbarians caught me. You understand how those vermin are, they see a small girl, they just must have their way with her.

    So here I was, grabbed by this disgusting excuse for a man, being dragged into the camp.

    The stench of that place, it was so utterly revolting. Their tents looked as though they hadn’t been cleaned in years, and the men smelled the same. A crudely put up fence was the only thing blocking me from escape.

    But I couldn’t escape, not yet anyways. I was still being manhandled, or women-handled I suppose, by that brute.

    He took me into one of the bigger tents, threw me on a bed of hide and wool, and began to undress me. Despite not having used magic in two years, I still instantly knew what to do, while logically deducing the situation. 

    Fire would be far too damaging, so a quick flash of thunder, much more controlled since we were in the dense woods, both blinded and took out the man trying to rape me. It also alerted those other heathens to my position, but a few more fools to shock wasn’t particularly hard.

    With that, experience, behind me, I set off to find the shrine.

    Weeks pass, and I’m nearly on the point of starvation, subsisting off a few berries a day. It is in this state that I found the temple.

    A great wooden hall built into the side of a mountain, masked by dark oak trees and a thick brush of plant-life. Climbing up the cracked stone steps, I gaze at the massive arch before the shrine, covered in moss and rough, with the look of very old bark.

    Once I scaled the stairs, I come to a massive set of oak doors, with a sturdiness of steel, and the shine of a freshly washed plate, as long as that plate wasn’t dropped by Felicia. I tried to push the doors open, but to no avail. In desperation, I decided to burn down the doors.”

     

    “I’m sorry, what?” Leo inquisited. “You went to a holy site, and thought it would be good to defame it.”

    “Leo, how about you try walking for miles, with basically no direction, while starving, and still have the mental capacity to comprehend the situation that you’re in.” Nyx spat back.

    “I’d rather not” Leo replied, “Now let’s finish this up, it’s beginning to get dark, and this tome creates a great amount of light alerting our position.”

    “I’m nearly done” Nyx responded. “So, after burning down the doors, I looked inside, and I saw a small, marble fountain. In glee, I dove into this fountain, where I heard a voice.

    ‘Oh foolish child’, it said, ‘you dare vandalize my temple, destroy the things guarding it, and still hope for redemption. Oh ho ho ho, how absurd. No, you must be punished for what you have done. I could’ve removed your curse, however, instead I will insure that it last forever, and that you be forced to watch as everyone you know and love dies before your eyes.’

    I tried to apologize, but that didn’t work, so I cockily said that I would simply never get to know anyone, and live my life alone.

    ‘A pleasant thought, but I can tell by your nature that you wouldn’t last 100 years before coming back to civilization, and falling for another.’

    With those words, I blacked out, as I was submerged into the water. When I woke, I was dry, outside of the temple, with a single apple by my side. I took another path, up into the mountains, where I found an abandoned house by a small orchard. I lived there for a long time.”

    “But you changed your mind recently, as I can currently tell.” Leo said.

    “Obviously, since I’m telling you this.” Nyx responded. “That damned tree spirit was right, as much as I hate to admit it. Now all the friends I’m making here, I’ll watch them all grow old, have offspring, and then die, leaving only me to wallow alone.”

    “NO NYX” Leo cries out, “I refuse to let that happen.”

    “Prince Leo” Nyx replies, stunned, “Why are you so passionate about this, I shouldn’t be that high of a concern for you.”

    “But it is Nyx” Leo shouts as he slams his hand into a nearby tree, “it matters to me, YOU matter to me.”

    Still in a state of shock, Nyx can barely utter “Are, are you saying that you love me.”

    “Yes Nyx, I am, and no Anankos-damned spirit is going to get in the way. I will rid you of this curse, I swear it to you today.” Leo passionately says.

    “Well, if there’s no way of convincing you otherwise, then telling you that I am mutual in your feeling would be the best option.” Nyx says, trying to regain her composure.

    “I can’t believe that actually worked” Leo whispered to himself. “Anyways” he declares, “I think it’s high time that we head back to camp, don’t you, dear?” Leo sticks out his hand, offering to hold Nyx’s.

    Putting her hand in his, Nyx jokingly responds with “Don’t call me dear, that’s my line”. The pair walks off into the sunset, hopeful, and happier than ever.

    Notes/Self critiques

    Spoiler

    I admit, I kinda lost steam on the idea near the end. I've had most of the story done for a while, but i just couldn't really compel myself to finish it. I'm also a sucker for happy endings, so I had to add one in. I probably should've done less retconning, since basically all of Leo and Nyx supports, along with some details in her backstory were changed in some manner. I'm still glad I did this, break out of my comfort zone and write a sadder story, but I probably wouldn't find myself doing this in the future.

     

  11. Well, the artist goes down into their basement, where two perfectly circular rooms are. In these rooms are a generic wooden table placed exactly at the center, with a spinning robotic hand on top of said table, and all around the rooms are targets. One room has line style, the other has color. That artist grabs two handguns, which the robot hands are not already holding in case of a robotic uprising, puts it in the hand, steps out into safety and hits start. The hands then start to spin really fast, and after a couple sentence *BLAM* *BLAM*! With two targets struck the artist heads back to finish the drawing.

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