I like Pi

I hope Issac or Matthew from Golden Sun get in considering Issac had the most votes for a "retro" character. I'll take Sveta too.

Mage Ring!Delthea because I enjoy snapping games in half intentionally.

Nephenee.

I know that feel man. I rerolled for a while until I got 4 star Robin and just accepted it. Worked out in the end I guess.

Fae is green.

Rolled a 5 star Cordelia last night right before I went to bed and just rolled 5 star Roy. Which is super great cause I haven't had a good red unit until now so 4 star Bartre's been dealing with 2 weapon types.

It's a known thing and the only way to really get around it is to cheat yourself some master seals so you can promote them that way.

​Flin visibly paled when Silas mentioned the Mask of Infamy. 'Master always talked about that mask. He said it was among the most powerful artifacts and a blight on humanity but a boon for Necromancers. Are we strong enough to fight Zakath?' Flin thought to himself, doing his best to contain his worry. "Well then," Flin said as he closed the tome and put it away, "I suppose that's a yes to your question Klaine. It's rather horrible but it's the truth and there's nothing we can do other than stop Zakath." After he'd said that Flin was about to reopen his tome when he heard Klaine mention crafting something similar to a Raven Blade. "That would take a lot of skill," Flin said. "Not to mention a Necromancer that would willingly help you with the task," Flin paused to take a look at the cooking meat, it looked nearly done so Arton would probably rejoin the conversation soon. "There's also some very rare materials you'd need for something like that. Actually," Flin glanced at Arton, "everything you'd need may be in his tower. I'm sure our resident thief wouldn't mind stealing those things for you."

"I'm not... sure," Flin said, starting to feel uncomfortable. "I mean, I'm sure it's possible but in order to tell you I'd need a lot of information on him. Things like personality, motives, magical ability. There's also a plethora of ancient artifacts, spellbooks, materials on hand..." Flin trailed off as he realized he wasn't really giving them a definite yes or no. With a sigh, Flin reached into his hidden bag and pulled out the third tome he had in his possession. It was quite a rare Dread magic tome and it even had a few spell incantations inside; it was easily his second-most prized possession, falling short only to his master's staff. He flipped through most of the pages looking for the few pages that were in modern text; all the others were in an unknown language or, as Flin liked to call it, magic speak. Eventually he found the page he was looking for which detailed several powerful Dread artifacts. "I suppose it all comes down to whether or not he has this in his possession," Flin said as he pointed at one of the images.Turning to Silas he asked. "Silas, do you know if he has this?" (I really don't know what would be suitable (other than a black cross or something) for an artifact so I guess it's on Silas now)

"It depends," Flin said. "From what I've heard of him he rarely summons his..." Flin paused for the right word. 'They aren't are Necromancers like you,' he thought to himself. "His er, materials..." Flin said uneasily. It was hard enough having to answer questions he himself barely knew, but it was something else to try and explain it without sounding like some monster. "And since he seems to be preparing to be attacked we can assume he'll have all of his minions present. So with any luck, we'll free and destroy them all.

Flin nearly jumped when Gaile suddenly started talking him; but he still managed to stay calm."Well without the Necromancer's power to sustain them there are 'set free' so to speak. I use the term set free lightly because it doesn't usually apply to all of their minions," Flin said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm sure you're aware undead attacks which, despite common belief, aren't usually organized by a Necromancer. They're usually carried out by a dead Necromancer's artificial minions, meaning that some random bones were summoned, given life, controlled and eventually ran wild." Flin paused to glance at Arton. He was staring into the pot,, oblivious to his surrounding. Turning back to Gaile he asked, "Although it's not my place to pry; why do you wish to know?"