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  1. Yo so basically a while back I had an idea for a game that revolves around the black fang and I just saw this cool box art and it reignited my interest. So basically in this game, it would start off at around 5-10 years from lyns story, and before Nergals infiltration of the fang, it would obviously give some backstory between the members of the black fang, (such as why they joined their history ect) show the black fangs slow downfall by Nergal and how the members reacted and tie in some events that happened in elibe. one example I had is that Ostia recruited the fang to assassinate house Cornwell leader (raven and Priscilla's former houses) while the ostian troops destroy the soldiers. I think the game could work as a spin-off or something, there are certainly enough characters to have a balancedish cast and you could just fill out the blank spaces with characters, that got killed later on in the story.(probably by legault) anyway tell me what you think down below, i love making these kinds of idea threads
  2. Welcome, ladies and gentleman! I have a great pleasure to inform you that I am working on a new hack: Fire Emblem: The New Dawn! The story picks up where FE6 leaves us (Bern being defeated, Idun unsealed, Roy learning the 'truth' about the Scouring) and tells the story after ten year,s when the allied occupation (Lycia and Eturia) of Bern ends. Meanwhile new disorder erupts in Lycia, as some of the nobles are displeased of Roy's new kingdom (which he formed after the war). Unrest raises on the Western Isles due to lack of competece of the new Eturian king. Isles, despite gaining partial independence are still owned by Eturia in some parts. A young sacean girl named Sarnai is passing her final trails before becoming a true sacean huntress. All these three stories are connected by a sinister cult, worshiping that what used to be... FEATURES: a) Reworked promotions. I added some new classes and made the already existing not to double. For examble, the armor knight now promotes to (of course) General or Vanguard (heavy knight with lances, bows and magic), archer has 'hunter' and the second chosable class, etc; b) Compeling, epic story with a darker overall tune comparable to FE4; c) Fates of many characters revealed at once (many are dead, though :D); d) Custom animations for most characters; e) Epic and moving end to some stories unfinished in the previous games. RETURNING CAST: - Roy, king of Lycia - married Sue (not Lilina and this is a plot device!) - uniter of Lycia, most do not understand his dream. Believes in humankind; - Sue, queen-consort and true heir to the Caelinian throne. Mother of prince Hector of house Pherae; - Lilina, marquesses of Ostia. Has some doubts about Roy's monarchy, but supports him nonetheless. Still has hots for him; - Priscilla, marquesses of Cornwell - the house was rebuilded by Roy; - Echidna - Queen-regent of the Wester Union. Tries everything in her power to stabilize her homeland and cease any hostilities with Eturia; - Milidain - new king of Eturia. He is bad at being king and relies on his trusted advisors do rain in his name; - Klein - helps Milidain with his work. Is often sent as the embassy of the king; - Danyan, the Silver Wolf - raises the new generation of famed sacean nomads; - ??? - the defender of Sacae, known as the Beast (can't reveal this one, it's too hilarious); - Nino - the new archsage; (-ish? not really, very powerful. Speaks with ghosts); - Lugh, Raigh, Jaffar - Nino's family. Along with her try to avert the inevitable fate; - Gwynevere - the new queen of Bern; - Idun - snapped out of it. Finally. - and many more... NEW CAST: - Theodore - marquess Arphen; - Daria - daughter of Erik; - Darius, son of Erik - Hector - son of Roy (yes, he has THE NAME) - all the others marquesses; - Gren, knight of Arphen; - Gerard, illian merc; - Jeff, very bad spy thief; - Elizabeth - cleric; - Thorne, new marquess Thiria, Roy's trusted advisor; - Sarnai - young huntress from Sacae; - Big chuck of characters that are in a way spoilerish. If anybody wants to help, I would welcome it openly. You can contact me eaisly. I should reply the same day. Progress info: ACT I: - Lycian arc: 5/5 chapters made! - Interlougue 1: done! - Sacean arc : 0.5/5 chapters made - Interlougue 2: done! - Eturian/Islander arc: 0/5 chapters made ACT II: - Mid arc: 0/3 chapters made - War of the Sun God arc: 0/6 chapters made ACT III: - Return of the Old Gods: 0/5 chapters made - Final arc: 0/3 chapters made Total: 5.5/32 chapters made Credits: Credits.txt Regarding the potential hype: Don't. I know that there are people that will hype my hack. I firmly believe that it will be good, very good. But I don't want enybody to expect more than can be done with the limited human resources (ie. me) and the engine I work on (ie. FE8). If you believe that it will be revolutionary - you'll be disappointed. Just - don't hype.
  3. First things first; I haven't been very active around here since I joined besides engaging a bit in some of the discussion of the February Three Houses direct, so, hello. I recently finished this and posted it another (non-FE related) forum I'm on and figured there'd probably be people here who would be interested as well, so I decided to pop back in and crosspost it. Feedback here is welcome if you have any. Having (somewhat) recently finished a playthrough of Binding Blade, Sigune (the boss of the Ilia route's chapter 19 if you aren't familiar) was a character I was really struck by, particularly her death quote. Between, that her dialogue with Thea and Shanna, and her mention in Juno and Noah's supports, she's an intriguing character; we see that she's a quite cynical person and hear about her relationship with Juno and her sisters, and see that she died with a lot of regrets. This fic eventually came together out of that. As a warning beforehand, it gets... rather dark, both in terms of violence and just being not exactly uplifting overall. There's also some minor sexual content (I don't think anything that would be inappropriate to post but I don't know the standards here very well; if there's an issue I'll take it down or edit it some) and coarse language. Plus minor spoilers for both Binding Blade and Blazing Sword. Although it wasn't directly inspired by the song, I used a lot of seasonal motifs in a way that reminded me a little of a song by Christopher Tin (composer of Civilization IV's theme song Baba Yetu), and so I decided to borrow its title for this. ---Mado Kara Mieru--- Chapter 1: Winter (Remembering Spring) The snow, carried by a freezing wind, whipped at Sigune as she stood at the parapet, unflinching in the face of the Ilian weather. She looked out over the valley, although she could see little through the fierce blizzard that had engulfed it, mentally assessing the state of the battle she couldn't see and filling in the gaps in her soldiers' reports as best she could. No matter what assumptions she made, it was clear that the edge she'd thought her forces had over the approaching Etrurians was almost gone. They still had better than even odds, but her assumption that their knowledge of the terrain, combined with the harsh storm bearing down on Carrhae, would stop the Etrurian Army dead in their tracks here had been proven wrong. Even despite the numbers still favoring them, her usual confidence had been tempered, the increasingly frantic mood in the castle starting to get to her. That, and the eerie feeling in her gut, that, as much as she tried to push it back – she had no time for such things when her mind knew better – kept bubbling up again. "Captain! Captaaaiin!", she heard Eira, her lieutenant, shouting from the tower. Sigune turned to face her, into the wind that, mercifully was partly blocked by the tower's position, and, admitting the futility of trying to shout over the howling noise it made, strode over to the doorway, stepping inside. "What is it? Do we have more reports?". "Y-Yes...", she answered, haltingly. "The reinforcements aren't turning back the Etrurians... VIII, IX, and XII Squadrons were almost completely wiped out, and X and XI Squadrons have taken heavy casualties as well... What should we do?". The eerie feeling was back. Worse, the numbers were, unmistakably, getting worse. Even assuming the best from now on, if the Etrurian Army had truly cut down the pegasus knights that had flown to their aid from Edessa, her chances for victory weren't even a coin toss anymore. But as long as she still had a chance, she would fight and knew her knights would follow her. Even if there was no longer a chance, though they were not precisely under contract with Bern, to surrender without being released from duty would be a betrayal of everything she held dear as a knight of Ilia. That said, she had no intention of losing tonight. "They have heavier troops than we do. They have the advantage if it comes to a siege. The remaining squadrons will meet the Etrurians. Call all the knights to the great hall immedately." "...Yes, Captain". She raised her hand in salute and took her leave. The trepidation in her voice was obvious, and Sigune felt an odd pang of sympathy for her. There was a time when she might almost have been, like her, idealistic enough to at least entertain the notion that the Etrurians, of all people, would truly plan to help Ilia, although even then it would have been hard to swallow the thought of voiding her duty as an Ilian mercenary and standing down to a backwater Lycian prince almost half her age. And, after all, why defect from the winning side? She made her way to the hall as well, and upon reaching it, saw several dozen knights already assembled. Soon enough the last few, or at least the last few that could squeeze into the room, had filtered in from their posts, and she stood at the head of the room. "Knights of Ilia", she started. "The enemy draws close, and it will not be long now before they reach us. Our mobility and our knowledge of the land is our advantage, and we will meet them with it head on. Etruria claims it means to 'liberate' us from Bern. Do not be decieved. Only a fool fights a war for others. Only you can defend Ilia, and she will not survive by bowing to the weak simply as they claim to be our saviors.--". As she spoke, she felt the tiny doubts in the back of her mind weigh on her, and she could barely tell herself how much conviction she had behind her own words. "--We will defend Ilia with our very lives if we must. May Aenir smile on us as we fly. And may She fly with us. Now, forward!". They roared in approval, although even still she could tell it was less wholehearted than before. The soldiers dispersed to the armory and the stables, gathering weapons and mounting their pegasi. Sigune ran her hand over the hilt of her saber as she walked to the armory herself, taking a lance and a bundle of javelins from the wall before continuing on to the stables. She opened the stall gate, patting her steed's mane. He whinnied at her touch, and she took the reins, gently tugging on them. "Come now. It's time." He followed behind, and Sigune clambered up on to the saddle, guiding the pegasus out towards the courtyard. The castle gates had already been drawn open, and she urged her mount onwards, taking their position at the head of the middle column in the wide inverted wedge formation that had lined up. Already, the faint light of far-away torches could be seen ahead of them in the fog. She looked from side to side at the assembled troops, almost four hundred women, pegasus knights of Ilia, in all, and behind them perhaps another two hundred horse cavalry and troubadors. "What are your orders, Captain?". She glanced over her shoulder at Eira. "IV and V Squadrons will take their left flank under Nephele of IV Squadron. VI and VII Squadrons the right under Lunete of VII Squadron. I will lead I, II, and III Squadrons myself and attack the enemy line directly. The cavalry will back up the central column." "...Understood". She tugged up on her reins, shouting a command to her pegasus, and it spread its wings and kicked off into the air. She flew along their line, barking out Sigune's orders to the squadron flightleaders, before stopping to hover in front of her. "They await your order to attack." Sigune nodded. The torches were grower more distinct now in the distance. She tugged up on her own pegasus' reins, and he reared up, wings spread. "Charge! For Ilia!". The pegasus launched itself forward into the air with a kick and a sweep of its broad wings, Eira sounding her bugle, and Sigune spurred him forward. Four hundred behind her followed suit, soaring forward into the night sky to meet their foe. They pushed on through the snow and icey cold, seeing forms start to take shape ahead of them, and raised their lances as they closed the gap with the knights of Lycia and Etruria leading the enemy approach. As they burst out of the sky all around them, it was apparent the enemy had been unprepared. The line buckled, but did not break, and they quickly fell into a tight wedge formation as they were met on three sides by the Ilians. Sigune spurred her pegasus on faster, entering a shallow dive. She was almost close enough to strike them now, and with the element of surprise she knew they could crush their hastily adopted defensive position. She could almost taste it. From the flanks, a hail of javelins rained down on the Etrurians, the whistling sound as they sailed through the air and the screams and cries of men and horses as they connected with their targets tore through the sky, and then, an instant later, her column made contact. She hefted her lance, angling it with precision as she closed the last few yards between her and an Etrurian cavalier. She tugged up on the reins again and gave the lance another heave as her pegasus jerked upwards, the man tumbling off his own, now panicked steed. All around her she heard the awful din of steel clashing against steel and the unearthly screams of the weapons' wielders. She pressed on, the column attempting to pierce the Etrurian ranks and send them into a disarray from which they'd be unable to regroup, knocking several more men from their horses with her lance or with a kick from her pegasus' legs, and dispatching two more, again with well placed lance-strokes piercing gaps in their armor. Despite it all, the eerie feeling was back. For every Etrurian she laid low, it seemed she saw one of her own cut from the sky by a strike from one of their lances or a slash of a sword. Soon she saw, out of the fog, the unmistakeable shape of pegasi, wings spread and racing towards them. In this line of work, it was inevitable she would cross blades with fellow Ilians. She had long since made her peace with that fact. But this complicated her strategic calculation again. It really began to sink in when she again heard the whistling sound of missiles far above her. On the horizon now, she could see the bulk of the Etrurian Army, their line of archers readying a second volly. An arrow zipped by her head just to her right, grazing her pegasus' flank, and he neighed in pain. A little ahead of her and to her left, she saw an arrow, then in rapid succession a second and a third, strike one of her knights. She screamed in pain, doubling over and losing her grip on her reins and, despite her desperate grasps, fell from her saddle and plummeted to the earth below, her pegasus then itself being hit by an arrow as if to add one final insult. And then the enemy pegasus knights were nearly upon them. The tables turned, javelins fell down towards her and her knights, darting past her even as many of her sisters-in-arms were less lucky. She had stopped her advance by now, and her force had visibly winnowed. The casualties their initial attack had inflicted barely seemed to have made a dent in an Etrurian force easily well more than a thousand strong and, seeing the carnage around her, she felt a pain she thought she had became numb to a very long time ago. Sigune jerked back on the reins, and her pegasus climbed and propelled himself backwards as she rested her lance. In one swift motion, she reached for and grabbed a javelin from her back and flung it towards the approaching fliers. The knights continued hurling javelins back at the foes as they fell towards the castle, knocking down several of the riders racing towards them, but the enemy continued their diving charge none the less. She glanced down at the ground, only to see the Etrurians engaging her clearly outmatched cavalry and steadily pushing the line back towards Castle Carrhae itself. By the time she turned back to face the onslaught flying towards her, in a blink of an eye a pegasus knight had closed the distance between them, her lance raised to strike. Raising her own lance, Sigune barely managed to bat away her attacker's weapon. The enemy pulled back on her reins, her pegasus neighing as it beat its wings, braking its dive and stopping to hover in mid air. She could get a better look at the other woman now; to her Ilian blue armor she had added armbands in Lycian red, and a matching sash around her pegasus' chest. Her cyan hair and stoicly determined face seemed somehow familar to her. "...Captain Sigune". She swore her opponent's stare softed for just a second as she spoke before returning to its earlier unreadable expression. The voice jogged her memory at last. "Thea? What are you doing here?... Well, I suppose I know the answer. No matter...--", she smirked. "You don't need to call me Captain though. Just Sigune, like always. Tell me, how is Juno?". She felt a twinge of guilt. The change in Thea's face was minute, but she knew well enough to tell what she was thinking. "She was well last we parted." "I see. Thank you". Sigune raised her lance again. "I won't go easy on you. You know the code of the knights of Ilia as well as anyone. No matter what happens, no regrets or hard feelings, please." "...Of course not". Thea raised her lance in turn. "I've become a full-fledged knight since we last met. I'll give it my all as well." Sigune nodded. "I see. Be assured I don't intend to be the one who dies, though." She pulled back on the reins and her pegasus beat his wings, moving back and upwards again, and her opponent did the same. She eyed Thea ahead of her, too far away now to make out much of her facial expression. Thea spurred her pegasus on, and it took off towards her, wings beating and feet kicking against the air. Sigune jerked the reins and dodged to the right as Thea reached her, but was unable to get fully clear of her, and the lance grazed her left arm, slashing through her sleeve. She winced, feeling cold air against the stinging wound, and pushed her pegasus to dive right, away from Thea's second thrust. She glanced up for a split second, seeing Thea pull upwards and then push her pegasus into a dive as well after her. Sigune nudged her pegasus into a broad, shallowly climbing lefthand turn, forcing Thea to whip around to stay on her tail, and, as she did, a volley of arrows from the Etrurian line narrowly missed both of them. A sad irony it would be if Thea were to be felled by her own allies' arrows. And an unsatisfying conclusion to their duel. Thea was now fixed on her tail, and Sigune sped up, managing to put slightly more distance between them. She spurred her pegasus to pull up again, her climb getting steeper and steeper as he strained to keep the speed she urged him on to, lest the centrifugal force keeping her in the saddle let up and send her tumbling out of it. She pulled on the reins, and her pegasus rolled upright as they reached the crest of the half-loop. She rested her lance again, grabbing another javelin and readying it before she pushed her pegasus into another dive, plunging almost straight down towards Thea. She had evidently read Sigune's moves perfectly, already pulling her pegasus up into a steep climb. Sigune let go of the javelin, gravity doing most of her work in tossing it, and it whirled past Thea as it fell, glancing her mount's wing and cleaving a few feathers from it. She readied her lance, eyes firmly trained on Thea, pushing her pegasus to dive faster and faster. In an instant they closed the gap, but Thea managed to narrowly avoid her lance. She wasn't quite as lucky, her right arm meeting the spearhead's steel flange this time, although mercifully it left a shallower cut than on her left. She pulled up hard, her pegasus whinnying in discomfort as they rapidly leveled out and whipped around to face Thea again. Her knights had all but been routed by now. The eerie sinking feeling was stronger than ever. Sigune, though, ignored it all. The only thing left that mattered to her now was this duel. If nothing else, she would win it. She raised her lance once more, watching Thea smoothly turn her pegasus around, the two of them again facing each other head on. She twirled it above her head and pushed her pegasus onward one more time. Thea responded, rushing forward as well, and they raced past each other. Sigune pulled her lance back, thrusting at Thea and hitting her side, shredding the fabric of her shirt and her vest and leaving a gash. Both pegasus knights doubled back, not stopping as they made another pass. Weapon raised, Sigune prepared to land a final blow. Thea was faster. A split second too soon for Sigune to react, she thrust her lance, cleanly striking her. Her pegasus neighed as she reflexively pulled hard on the reins, stopping in mid air with a beat of its wings. Tugging on her own reins and dragging the shaft back, her pegasus coming to a stop and beating its wings to pull backwards, Thea dislodged the weapon from her. The sensation seemed to lag a few seconds behind the action. As Thea removed the lance, the searing pain in her gut became apparent. She tried to ignore it as best she could, her heart racing and adrenaline clouding her judgement, and she reached for her last javelin, throwing it at Thea point blank. She instinctively dodged, but it still grazed the pauldron on her shoulder. Thea raised her lance again, but hesitated. A sentimental fool just like her sisters. Sigune took the opening, swinging her own lance, but Thea reacted, driving the weapon into her again and swiftly drawing it back. She gasped in pain, glancing down at her abdomen where before she had kept her eyes fixed on her adversary and averted her gaze. She was bleeding profusely now, blood pooling in her saddle, and she suddenly felt the tiniest bit faint. Realization dawned on her. "Well, well...--", she struggled to say sitting upright in the face of the pain and light-headedness. "--So I'm the one to die here after all...". She paused to ponder something, looking up at the night sky. "But maybe I already died... A long time... Ago...". She let out a sigh, returning to look straight ahead again and smiling weakly. "You did well, Thea... Juno must be... So proud of you." She closed her eyes, and felt herself slipping. ______________________________ The snow was finally gone from the ground, but the spring chill still hung in the afternoon air. Readying herself, Sigune stood up straight, planted her training lance on the ground, and took a deep breath. She was behind the modest, weathered house, standing in a patch of grass between the back door and their sparse garden plot. "Hah!". She stepped forward in place, whipping the lance around to a thrusting position, and then returned to neutral in a second smooth motion. She continued the drill, over and over. "Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!". She swiftly turned around and positioned her lance in one motion, continuing the drill. "Hah! Hah! Hah!". She mistimed a step and had to catch herself and start over. "Hah! Hah! Hah!". "Sigune! Sigune!", she heard her mother call from in front of their home. She dropped her lance and walked up the path around the house. She tensed up a little when she rounded the corner, seeing two people she didn't know standing with her mother. There was a woman with long, purple hair about her mother's age and in similar clothes, white tunic and a blue shawl around her shoulders contrasting with her mother's gray, and the same narrow white headband – a symbol of the Ilian pegasus knights. And next to her was a girl around her own age, the same purple hair but cut short, wearing a blue dress and a brown shawl, a curious look on her face. "Welcome home, mother", she said, politely but a bit flatly. "Ah, Sigune. You know I'm always saying it would be healthy for you to have more friends your age, so I thought it would do you good to meet Juno. Ah, be sure to play nice with her. Oh, or if you'd like some tea, I was going to make some for Juno's mother here anyway." "...I guess I'll play with her", Sigune said, reluctantly. Her mother smiled. "Alright. You two have fun.--", she stepped closer and leaned over, speaking quietly. "--Ah, still just moss-bread for supper tonight. But your mother will be going south again for a contract soon. We'll have more money for good food sometime next month... I promise, Sigune." She suddenly felt ashamed, hoping Juno and her mother hadn't heard. It didn't matter that, with her mother being a pegasus knight as well, they likely weren't much better off, or that it was probably already apparent from the state of their home how poor they were. She felt something burning inside her, the anger and determination she often felt in the face of this shame to prove to anyone that would listen that she was worth something, no matter how much they looked down on her. Her mother and Juno's went inside, leaving the two children alone together. "So... Do you want to play?", Juno asked, seeming slightly apprehensive, probably catching on to Sigune's coldness. "...Sure. Follow me". She led her behind the house. "Umm... My name's Juno... Oh, I guess your mom already told you that, huh?". She looked back over her shoulder at the girl. "Sigune." "Nice to meet you, Sigune", she replied politely. They reached the garden, and Sigune picked up her lance off the ground. "Hey... Your mother is a pegasus knight too, right?". Juno nodded her head yes. "Mhm!". "What about you? Are you going to be a pegasus knight?". "Hmmm...--", she paused. "--Probably. My mom and dad are both soldiers. I've already started learning some things... Just a little, but still." Sigune held out the lance in front of herself sideways. "Here. Show me." Juno hesitantly took the lance from Sigune. Planting her feet firmly on the ground and holding it at rest, she swung it up and brought it to the ready, swiftly stepping forward and thrusting with it. She reversed her steps and repeated her drill three times, her movement flawless. She turned to Sigune again, handing the lance back to her. "Uhh... Was that any good you think?". She took it from Juno. "...From now on, you're going to be my rival, ok?". "Huh?", Juno asked. "...You don't want to be friends?". "Well...--", she wasn't sure what to say. "--I guess we can be friends too. But I still want to know who's better. I hate losing to anyone." Juno smiled. "Ok! If you think I'm good enough that you want to compete with me... I'm happy. I don't think I've ever had a rival before!". "You know I'm not going to go easy on you!", she said back. Even if she had said she would be Juno's friend, it didn't mean she wouldn't see her as a rival first and foremost. With Juno having proven her talent for the lance, Sigune suggested they play jousting, and that afternoon they found blunt sticks in the slowly rotting shed in the garden and set about playing for what felt like an hour or two, although likely well shorter, before Juno's mother called her to the front of the house, insistent they return home before darkness fell. Their mothers knew each other well enough, so they often had the opportunity to play together, and Juno introduced her to her friends. Every game they played, she always wanted to be on the opposite team as Juno when there were teams at all, and every time she gave it her all, no matter what. At first she still treated it as a rivalry more than a friendship, and she felt out of place with Juno's friends. But, in time, she found herself softening just a little. Eventually, she found herself just enjoying their company, though she still tried to play it cool and act like she tolerated them more than liked them. And throughout it all, she never lost her competitive edge. As she got older, her play jousting with Juno became more serious sparring, even if their relationship had become more of a true friendship and less of a simple rivalry. It was one winter day, four years and a few months after they had first met, that Juno came to her in tears. It was the first snowfall of the season, and by that standard, even for Ilia, it was unusually thick, leaving a carpet a few inches thick across the ground by that night. She had stepped outside, looking up at the dark sky as it continued to fall when she saw a lantern down the rutted country road, its surface shrouded in white, and out of the darkness and swirling snow she saw her, walking slowly. "...Juno? You're here at this time of night? You know you've kept me waiting since yesterday. And now it's too late to spar, so...--". She trailed off, feeling a pang of guilt as Juno, silent, came close enough for her to see her face clearly. She had dark circles beneath her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks from them. She had never seen her look so pained before in all the years she had known her. "...Sigune. Oh, gods, Sigune, my... My...". "--...Come inside". She ushered her in to her empty house. Once again, her mother had gone away on assignment and, by now, figured she was old enough at just shy of fourteen to look after herself. But without her here she had felt lonely and lost, even if she had been somehow making do the past few days. Juno set the lantern down on a table in what passed for a parlor as Sigune stoked the hearthflames and took down from over them the kettle of tea she had clumsily brewed for herself, pouring its contents into a cup and passing it to Juno, who had slumped down on the bench, its hard wooden surface covered by tattered pillows. "...What's wrong, Juno?", she asked as she sat down next to her. Juno took a sip of the tea, wincing perhaps at its heat or perhaps at Sigune's attempt at brewing it, and turned to face her. "My mother and father, they... They didn't come home...". She felt an awful, sinking feeling. "Oh no... Juno, I...--". The words eluded her. She tried to think of different explanations. Perhaps she meant what she said literally, that they simply hadn't come home. In the unseasonably heavy snowfall, after all, it wouldn't be unexpected for travellers to be waylaid. She suddenly felt stupid. Juno was sensitive, but was always sensible and level-headed as well. For her to react like this simply because her parents had been late in arriving home wouldn't be like Juno. Her mind drifted to Juno's sisters. Shanna would never know her parents at all, but that seemed almost merciful compared to Thea, who had been just a newborn when she first met Juno, losing them so young. "--...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Juno." Juno nodded in acknowledgement. She felt so guilty that there was nothing more she could do for her than this. She wrapped her arms around her, and Juno slumped towards her, laying her head on her shoulder and quietly sobbing. "...We can stay here as long as you need". They sat almost in silence for a while longer, Sigune's embrace loosening and Juno sitting back up, finishing her tea and setting the cup down on the table. "Do you want to stay until morning? It's so cold tonight...". Juno shook her head. "No... I... I need to be back home for my sisters. They're... I'm...--", her tears, newly dried, welled up again. "I'm the only one they have now." "...You're wrong", Sigune replied. "You're a precious friend to me Juno. Anything I can do to help you I will. And that means they have me too." Juno's tears kept coming, even faster now, but somehow, she smiled through them this time. "You've... You've never said anything like that to me before, Sigune." "...Come on. I'll walk home with you. I don't want you to be alone in the dark and the cold."
  4. Which of the secondary Weapon Triangles would you like to see more of in future titles?
  5. Hiya! I'm Zane. You might know me from my FE5 Menu Translation. Although work on the menu translation has essentially ceased, I've been steadily working on a project that uses it as its base. So, I'd like to introduce Emblem Chronicle VII (henceforth called ECVII): ECVII is essentially a demake of FE7 within FE5. It's a proof-of-concept, learning tool, and showcase all in one. I'm currently planning on making all of Hector mode, skipping Lyn mode. This release has two chapters. This isn't 1-to-1, however. I'm not looking to write Elibe fanfiction, but this won't ever be a cut/paste job from 7 to 5. Classes, enemies, maps, and dialogue, along with some other things, will likely be changed. Unit stats, skills, and classes are not final. This is partially due to the WIP nature of the hack, but is mainly just me figuring out how to play with FE5. Have some screenshots: Here's a patch: ECVII [12-1-17] This is for an unheadered, unedited FE5 ROM. I'm not responsible for anything past chapter 2. Please don't ask me why it's vanilla. I'd also like to reiterate that essentially none of this is final--if you have a suggestion, I'd like to hear it. If you've got a complaint about stats/levels, be thankful that they'll be getting smoothed out later. I'd like to thank everyone involved--I certainly couldn't do it without you: There are plenty of bugs in the current build. If you find one not listed here, let me know. I'll probably be releasing more tools, doc, and whatnot sometime soon. More info, plans, and screenshots are likely to be appended to this post shortly.
  6. If we happen to get FE6 or 7 Echoes at some point (yes i'm aware of the interview with the director of SoV saying he'd like to do fe6 if he gets the chance). How would you feel if they did it in an FE3 style where you'd have Book 1, which would be entirely FE7, and Book 2 being FE6, effectively two remakes in one game? Unless they decided to do it Fates style, (Buy 1 get the other cheaper). I know some of you want a FE6+7 with like inheritance, but I think that would be way too long as a singular experience, unless you like severely abridged them. Which I suppose could work, but I feel it'd detract.
  7. Author's Note: Hi guys, I've finally finished the first part of my first fanfiction (well among, several ideas I originally had between FE7 and FE6). Though I'm not a prolific writer, I hope the read is still enjoyable. I've recently decided to join ff.net as well, so this story will be posted there. However, I've decided to have my story posted here first. Moving onto the content, this story takes place post-FE7, though the preclude does contain a large portion of how FE7 has ended. While future chapters will contain more original content, this is a warning to those who have not yet played the game and wish not to spoiled to turn back. For those who stayed behind, have fun! Link to feedback thread Edit: I figured out how to add buttons, yay! But the original link to the story's feedback thread is still there above the button. Prelude – The End of the Beginning The Dragon’s Gate, the Isle of Valor Bouncing off of the ancient temple walls, the sound of steel clashing and the cries of war animals rippled throughout the desolate battlefield. Sword onto sword, spear onto spear, Nergal’s remaining morphs had fought desperately to their end despite their master’s demise. Amidst this chaos, the young lord of Pherae named Eliwood made his way up the stairs as the last remaining fire dragon musters up its remaining defense. Not willing to give in without a fight, the red dragon let a deafening screech that could heard throughout the chamber. While the deafening sound had briefly stalled Eliwood, skillfully evades with the assistance of his mount, heavy blows from the creature’s sharp talons. Bringing it head back for a large attack, the dragon huffed letting out a giant wall of fire towards the young lord that was rushing up the stairs. As his eyes widened, Eliwood let out a loud scream as his hold onto the legendary weapon Durandal tightens. “Ahhh!” Having gained momentum enough momentum his horse leapt high into the air for one critical blow. With a clean cut, dealt the dragon a fatal wound as it shrieked in pain. Wailing rampantly before its own death, the dragon knocked over a massive stone pillar that had been supporting the Dragon’s Gate. From the uncontrollable swarm of dust and debris, it quickly engulfed the young Lycian lord. Hector, Lyn, and Nils, who had just made their way towards the Dragon’s Gate fighting together were shocked when they witnessed Eliwood’s mount came crashing before their eyes. With the person in question nowhere in sight, shock quickly turned into horror. Both shouting out their friend’s name, they hurried towards the piles of debris atop of the stairs near the still active gate. Just as the last morph which Hector and Lyn had fought was preventing them from proceeding any further, the Ostian lord roared. “You will NOT get in my way!!” Enraged by the morph’s actions, Hector took a powerful swing at the enemy with Armads, which broke the morph’s durable guard. Taking advantage of the opening Hector had made, Nils blew his flute to strengthen his companions with the blessing of Thor’s Ire. Lyn stepping forward with the Sol Katti quickly approached the morph. With the morph still disorientated from the strike Hector had dealt, Lyn dealt multiple slashes of her own, striking the morph’s vitals with pin-point precision. But even as the minion fell to the floor, everyone, without any other thoughts, they continued up the stairs to the pile of rubble that sat by the Dragon’s Gate. Upon reaching the debris, both lordlings and Nils breathed heavily as their body attempts to recover both from their fight against the morphs and their long trek from below. Exhausted, Nils was the first to slump down, dropping his flute in the process. Stricken with denial, Nils was at a loss of words, uttering, “i-it…can’t be…Lord Eliwood, he…” Though not as severe as Nils, Lyn too was struck with fear. “Gr…” Clutching his fists, Hector placed Armads beside the mound of rocks that stood nearly twice his size. Having disarmed, he began grabbing the rubble with his hands. “Come on buddy, don’t you dare die on me! Don’t you dare forgotten our oath!” He muttered as the Ostian Lord began to claw through the pile of rocks. Not in the mood to use pretty words to comfort his companions, instead he did what he had always done. “Snap out of it, both of you! Lyn, I never knew you as someone so weak!” Flaring up from his insult, Lyn bite her lip, “Hector, you take that back!” Without looking at Hector, Lyn began to remove rocks with her own two hands repeating, “I won’t lose.” With a grin in his face, Hector was pleased that his rouse had managed to get her confidence back. Even Nils who was beginning to tear up was helping out with the smaller debris. Though it was not like Hector himself remained completely detached from his own emotions, but he had to keep a strong demeanor for everyone’s sake. But without any response from the pile itself, Hector was deeply afraid of the what might have happened to his best friend. It was then, when the bard noticed the rubble in front of him began to move. “L-Lord Hector! Lyn! Over here!” The boy responded, catching the attention of both lordlings. Stepping back from the debris, a large stone stab began to tilt towards the side, revealing a red-hair lordling underneath. With the protection of his Divine Weapon being lodged deep into the stairs, it managed to stop the heavier debris from falling onto Eliwood. Hector and Lyn’s actions allowed Eliwood to worm himself out of the rubble. Falling over as the stone stab finally gave in to his strength. As regained his composure he coughed, accidently breathing in some of the dust that were floating around. “Lord Eliwood!” Nils cried out in relieve. “I’m here…!” Eliwood replied, trying to clear his throat from all the dust. “I’m…right here-!!” Just as he answered Nils, Hector began to roughing up Eliwood’s hair. “You little rascal…” Hector quietly growled. “Don’t you ever pull something like that again.” Eliwood let out a light-hearted laugh. “Alright, alright.” Though Hector, Lyn, and Nils haven’t noticed, the battlefield began to quiet as their band of friends and allies had finally defeated the last of the morph below the flight of stairs. Seeing that Nils and their lords were alright, they began to celebrate their final victory against Nergal and his plot to open the Dragon’s Gate. Eliwood, having been rescued, noticed Lyn, who had been silent the entire time, stood quietly behind Hector and Nils. Although it was supposed to be a joyous moment, Eliwood could see the Sacaen’s troubled face, though he couldn’t tell what was going through her mind. “Lyndis?” Eliwood called out. Turning around both Hector and Nils could see Lyn with one of her arms wrapped around her stomach. “Lyn?” Nils asked, “what’s wrong?” Lyn shook her head. Following up with her response, Hector asked, “Aren’t you glad that Eliwood’s okay?” Lyn shook her head again, though this time she finally spoke. “I am overjoyed. I really am.” Baffled with her response, Hector came over to his friend. “…you don’t look overjoyed.” “I-it’s…it’ just…,” Lyn replied, stuttering for the first time, “it’s just that I froze up when I thought Eliwood has…” Gripping her arm, she continued. “If it weren’t for you…Eliwood, what would have happened to-…?” Feeling a firm grip on her shoulder, Lyn looked up seeing Hector shaking his head with a smirk. “H-Hector?” “What? That’s it?” Hector laughed. “You helped out in the end right? You’re not that weak, right?” Lyn could see that the blue-haired lordling was trying to cheer her up from her slight misstep. Lightly tugging the female lordling towards Eliwood, Hector urged Lyn to see their friend. “Go on,” he replied with a light-hearted smiled. Lyn were surprised to finally see the softer side to him. “Hector, wait. I…” Before Lyn could compliment him for what he was doing for her, Hector gave Lyn a light-hearted pat on the shoulder, causing her to stumbled. Though it was originally well-intended, it turned out more of a shove than a push, causing Lyn glare at Hector at what he had just done. “I take that back. You’re just a big brute.” Bothered that his kindness was met with criticism, Hector retorted with frustration. “Hey, I was just trying to help! Right Nils?!” With Nils backing out from their fighting, Eliwood laughed wholeheartedly seeing that his friends were back to their usual shenanigans. Bramimond, who had just teleported back into the chambers with the unconscious Ninian after the dragon had fallen, silently witnessed to the scene from the background heard footsteps approaching behind him. Turning around, the dark mage could see Athos and the celebration that was taking place in the stairs below. With cheers, hugs, and kisses, everyone was relieved that everything was finally over. Despite their initial disagreements in helping humanity, Athos was grateful that his old friend for everything he has done. Without his assistance in unsealing the sacred weapons from their resting places, Athos feared Nergal would have triumphed, and humanity would be lost. “Bramimond, friend. I couldn’t thank you enough you for you help.” Mirroring both Athos’ voice Bramimond was calm in his reply, reaffirming their their long held friendship. “I want nothing more than to help a friend in need.” Athos seeing the blue-haired woman resting in Bramimond’s arms, he asked given out hints of concern, “how is she?” Looking down the person in his arms, Bramimond replied, “…though I cannot speak of her mind, I can assure you that her body and soul has returned to their original state.” “And you?” Hearing Athos’ response, he nodded. “I am fine, old friend. Though I have expended most of my magical reserves, they’ll replenish with time.” Relieved, Athos warmly placed his hand on Bramimond’s shoulder. Turning around to see Nils and the three lordlings, Athos remarked with grief. “This really takes me back, Bramimond. That night before the battle at the Temple of Dragons-.” Finally noticing the waning strength of his old friend, Bramimond interjected. “…Athos, you…” Shaking his head, Athos answered his friend. “…With Nergal gone, their future is bright…please Bramimond. Look after them for me.” Not far from Eliwood and his friends, Athos left Bramimond and Ninian behind to approach them. “Well done, brave successor to Roland. It’s finally over.” While his remained speech held firm and assuring, Bramimond could tell Athos was barely holding onto himself. “Finally, everything is…” Right before he finished his statement, he collapsed onto the floor. “Lord Athos!? Eliwood responded in shock. Surprised by his collapse, Hector was the first arrived by the old sage’s side. Gently lifting the elderly man from the hard floor, he commented, “Hey Greybeard, this isn’t funny. We had just won! What’s the meaning of this?!” With that remark Athos gave out a laugh before turning his attention for the young boy that was holding on to his arm. Athos had always treated Nils like the grandchildren he never had. For Nils to see his benefactor must have been heart-wrenching. “Please…please don’t go…” He plead. “Nils!” Hector rebuked, causing Nils to flinch. In seeing this, Lyn were quick to the young boy’s side, placing her gently hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Nils, it’s alright, everything will be okay.” Trying to comfort the grieving boy, she looked at Nils in the eye before turning and reprimanding the Ostian lordling for his insensitivity. “Hector!” In realizing his rash action, Hector gritted his teeth. “Tsk…” With a weak, but soft smile, Athos himself placed his hand over Nil’s hand to comfort him. “Although the time we spent was short, I was pleased to have both met you and your sister. It was thanks to you that I was able to finally see my wish come true. That dragons and human could exist outside of Arcadia…” “…Lord Athos…” Nils whimpered. With a centuries-old mastery of dark magic, Bramimond had long lost his own personality. Though it was likely to be the influence of those that was around him, Bramimond was uncharacteristically concerned over his last remaining friend. Seeing Athos’s collapse only confirms his concerns over his health. “Athos…” To not know whether or not his concerns for Athos were genuine or not, it must have been cruel to Bramimond, especially since it was in fact the last, Bramimond would ever seen his friend. On the other hand, Athos was just relieved to have a dear friend by his side before his dying breath. “…I’m sorry Bramimond…ha...looks like I’ve exhausted my strength. I…I’ll die before you, friend.” “…” He bent over to Eliwood to gently handed Ninian to the red-haired lordling. “Ninian!” Eliwood replied. Standing back up, Bramimond silently nodded, giving Athos’ his response. “I may well follow you soon, old friend. For now…I will sleep again.” Athos sighed. He knew from the start that it would difficult to convince Bramimond to take a more proactive role as a guardian to Elibe in his place. But that’s just who Bramimond was as a person. Shifting his attention to the three teenage lordlings, he continued. “Eliwood…Hector… Lyn…I’ve lived a long, long time. But now…I’m done. Do not grieve. Soon, I will be with long-absent friends…I have no regrets.” As Bramimond continues to quietly watch over them, Elwood cried out with Ninian still in his hands. “Lord Athos!!” Catching his breath, the old sage continues, “now…my friends...my family…let me give you a parting gift…as I lay dying…I see many things…I see the future…” From this Bramimond could see the change in Athos’ demeanor, distress by what he had just seen. “Oh…why? Why…is this not now…? Neither Bramimond nor I…will be…here…to help a land…in need…” Though scared of what the future has in store for them, Lyn couldn’t help but to ask. “What…do you see?” Lyn questioned the dying sage. “An evil star…rises in Bern…All of Elibe will once again awash in blood…but do not fear. Once again, Lycia brings hope. Children of fire…everything…” With that, Athos, one of the eight legendary heroes of the Scourging has passed on. As Athos mutter his final word, everyone near Athos fell silent as Nils began to weep. Lyn, who was trying to fight back her own tears, softly caressed his trembling shoulders. Breaking the silence, Eliwood silently remarked, “Lord Athos…even at the end…he thought of us…” “Greybeard…” Hector miserably muttered. Shaking her head, Lyn replied, “look, both of you…Lord Athos…It’s almost as though he’s smiling. Isn’t that right, Nils?” Sniffling, Nils softly nodded, “yes.” While Eliwood and his friends were trying hard comforting each other in their time of loss of a great mentor, Bramimond on the other hand was silently distraught. With the passing of Athos, Bramimond became the last remaining of hero on the continent. Again, Bramimond tried to attribute this to the people he was hearing around him, but the dark mage was taken aback by what Athos said before his death. “Bern…” He silently muttered to himself. With his final promise to Athos has fulfilled, he decided to leave before the feeling of grief could overwhelm him. As the rest of Eliwood’s party began to walk up to see what has just happened on the stair above, Bramimond quietly himself slips away from the Dragon’s Gate without uttering another word. The Shrine of Seals, Bern “…” Having teleported out of Valor, Bramimond could see a familiar building standing in the distance. Having expended most of his magic restoring a lost soul, the man had resorted to talismans and magic circles for traveling great distances. Standing on top of one of those magic circles, he took out from under his robe with a worn-out red tome. Opening it up to the first page, his other hand gently touched the equally worned-out words that were written on it. To my prec s fr end and riv Br mond, In celeb ion to your m tery over elder ma , a gift you ld sur ly like. Our f t mai c tome tog er. At os Handling book with great care, he slowly closing the book, bringing it back under his robes. Step away, Bramimond silently made his way towards the building. Lying unconsciously in front of the massive structure, a woman(?) who’s torso had been lazily bandaged up could be seen resting by stairs.
  8. Since Shadow Dragon and the Blade of Light, Mystery of the Emblem, and Gaiden managed to get a remake into Shadow Dragon, New Mystery of the Emblem, and Echoes: Shadows of Valentia and they do add more characters to the story. There are like 6 new playable characters and 5 new boss enemies that were added in Shadow Dragon, 2 new playable characters and new 3 boss enemies that were added in New Mystery of the Emblem while they managed to get the rest of the playable characters from Shadow Dragon into New Mystery of the Emblem, and they did add 2 new in-game playable characters, 4 new boss enemies, added the four Cipher characters as DLC, putted Jarth as a new enemy DLC boss, and the final boss in the post game content after Act 5. How many playable characters and new non-playable characters do you think the future remakes will might possibly get added? I don't know about how many brand new characters we could get for the possible Judgral remakes as this point, but I think we could see a new member for Sigurd's Holy Knights + new mother (or the new member in Sigurd's Holy Knights is a female) and a new member, possibly 2 new children, and 2 new subtitutes incase if a new mother character gets added in the first generation for Seliph's army + add the rest of the Thracia 776 characters into Seliph's story for a new Gaiden/Paralogue chapters similar to like how New Mystery of the Emblem manages to get the rest of the Shadow Dragon characters and the Archanea Saga characters into the remake. But, maybe a few new antagonists in either of the remakes to help the story like Berkut and Frenand in Echoes: Shadows of Valentia and the Assassins in New Mystery of the Emblem. For a Thracia 776 remake, I think we could see a new character joins Leif's group. For the Elibe remakes, I do like to see if they can add a brand new main character, give Roy a half-sibling similar to like how Celica has a half-brother gotten added in Echoes: Shadows of Valentia, a Mercenary Girl to the Binding Blade remake since Echidna is the only female Hero in the game, and an unit starts off as an Assassin since that class was added in the Prequel, and possibly put some of the returning characters that aren't killed in the prequel such as Nils, Rebecca, Serra, Matthew, etc. from The Blazing Blade into the story as playable or NPCs for The Binding Blade remake, I don't know about for new characters for The Blazing Blade remake though, maybe add an another Lorca tribe survivor (possibly as Lyn's sibling or friend)? For The Sacred Stones remake, I think of they could might possibly add 2 new members for Eirika's and Emphriam's squad and add more new characters into the story. For the Tellius remakes, I think they will might add at least new members for the Greil Mercenaries (either the Path of Radiance remake and return in the Radiant Dawn remake or put them in Radiant Dawn remake after Ike appears since the Greil Mercenaries didn't get a single new member after the Mad King's War ended) along with new characters that gets recruited in a few new Gaiden/Paralogue chapters or in the main story like Shadow Dragon and New Mystery of the Emblem. And a new member in the Dawn Brigade and a new character later on as well in the Radiant Dawn remake.
  9. I don't know if anyone has rocked their brain enough to make a dumb topic like this, but here it is anyway. I've been fascinated with Ilia as a country for a while now, and have really liked the conditions the mercenaries had to go through. As a concept, it sounds moving: Writing letters to comrades who would keep some treasured belongings or living in bitter conditions that only make you fight harder. Or does it? I've almost completed a full semester of Microeconomics, and I'm still not able to wrap my head around Ilia as a country completely. Economically, it may not be able to function in the real world. So that got me thinking: "Would it?" Without boring the hell out of those of you who have not taken an economics course or just don't want to deal with complicated jargon, basically I've deduced that in exchange for mercenary work, a trade of common or privately owned resources (and some pay) could be imported from other countries to help prolong the society there. In addition to trade and taxing, Pegasi and the folk that live there could have adapted to the cold; even to endure the harsh blizzards with enough shelter or magical protection. I mean let's face it - after the ending winter, 1000 years allowed them plenty of time to adapt and with a little fire magic, I'm sure that they could survive... right? If there is anyone who would like to discuss this fake country and how real economics wouldn't work, feel free to add any feedback or knowledge! (Or if you think I'm over-thinking this, tell me that too if you want) We must, as a community, know: Can people economically survive, in a fake, frozen Russia with Flying unicorns?
  10. I mean, duh, there's dragons behind it! But what else is there? The environment? Nils says there are/were a few humans there, and it's implied by phrasing they were either wiped out or the fled, so, there might be buildings or other things, right? But at the same time, would they have been destroyed in the skirmish between the dragons that went through the gate versus the humans that were already there. If there's something I'm missing like a hint in the dialogue, do tell me, I can't really remember too many details of the dialogue of both fe6 and fe7. But I'd like your opinions! What do you all think is back there?
  11. Prologue: The Circlet Peace has come to the continent of Tellius. The heroes of the Divine War travel home to their respective countries to foster their respective dreams, and live out the life their actions protected. However, this is not the end of their story. Empress Sanaki of Begnion brings about an array of treaties to unite the various countries of Tellius- the theocracy of Begnion, the might of Daein, the academia of Crimea, the wilds of Gallia, the forests of Serenes, and the plains of Goldoa. As the various meetings took place, the children of their rulers began to mingle and bond. Queen Elincia of Crimea decides to gather the ruling daughters of each kingdom, to form the Circlet of Tellius. At the group’s head is the daughter of Sir Ike and Dame Mia, the page Elena. Although she is no princess, she is the oldest of the girls, and has the neutral reputation of Sir Ike behind her. Elena is a fierce warrior, a blazing sword on the field of battle. However, she has much to learn before she can consider defeating Lord Renning in battle and claiming the title of Commander of the Crimean Royal Knights. Elena’s half-sister, born of Sir Ike and Queen Elincia, is Livia, Princess of Crimea. She is unlike her sister in every way, a pacifistic woman with a heart to match. Although the two sisters are often at odds, they are as close as, if not closer than, a pair of full sisters. Representing Daein is the daughter of Micaiah and Sothe, Princess Yune. Picking locks since the age of two, Yune fits the role of a prankster to a tee. However, the morals imparted by her mother have stayed close by her heart, so she will never use her talents unless she believes it justified. Or she’s really bored and steals something to return later. Representing Begnion is the daughter of Tormod and Sanaki, Archduchess Emilyn. As the next in line for the title of Empress of Begnion, she would once have borne the most prestigious title in all of Tellius behind her mother. However, as both changing values in Tellius and her family have shaped, Emilyn is nothing of the kind. She is modest, almost to a fault, and admires the work done by her companions and the people around her. Representing Gallia is the daughter of Ranulf and Lyre, Janiyah. Although she is not a princess, Skrimir bore no daughter, and the laguz tribes choose their leaders based on might anyway. Janiyah enjoys spending time as a cat almost as much as she does in base form, and has studied holding her transformed state under Volug. Although it is unlikely she’ll make Queen of Gallia, she is a figure worthy of admiration regardless- and she’ll probably prefer serving as the future King’s consultant, as her father did before her. Representing the Union of Serenes is Aderyn, daughter of Tibarn and Gavina. As a female hawk, she bears the burden of keeping the hawk race alive, like her mother before her. However, she does not use that as a means in which to slack in her training, sparring and learning under Tibarn’s wing everything it means to be a hawk, to be a bird laguz. She is much more likely to make Queen of Serenes, and keeps her practice going. Although Goldoa has borne no daughters, Penelopy of the heron clan, and daughter of Naesala and Leanne, is often considered Goldoa’s representative. Penelopy is gentle and swift, uniting the ideals of heron and raven without any of the stigma associated with the Shipless Pirates or… well… Leanne. She has studied the Old Lore of Goldoa in great detail, learning more galdrar than has been passed down in Serenes. The Circlet of Tellius has been admired as a symbol of the peace that Tellius has come to bear. It is understood that the girls’ bonds with one another will greatly shape the continent in the future. Elena conceded in her fight against Renning. She stepped back, and wiped the sweat off her brow. “I consider this an improvement, Elena,” Renning said. “But how? I gave up like a quitter,” Elena said. “No, you had the sense to know when to fold, and conceded before you lost. If I had been a real foe, you would have died at my hand, and that would have been the worst possible outcome,” Renning said. “But…” Elena said. “Enough. It looks like your mother is here to see you,” Renning said. Elena nodded, and turned around to see her mother, Dame Mia. She had seen her right arm every day since she was two, but it never failed to send a pang down her heart. “Elena… Princess Yune has arrived,” Mia said. “Just her? Or have the other girls arrived yet, too?” Elena asked. “They shouldn’t be too far away. You should really make sure you are ready to depart before they do. From what I heard, Yune only got in because she picked the lock,” Mia said. “Sounds like her. So where are we going this time? And who’s coming with us?” Elena asked. “Greil’s Retreat. It should be plenty comfortable this season, and you’d need that comfort. Quite a few of you are reaching the ages where you’ll be shouldering a lot more responsibility, and that’ll be something you need to worry about. As for your escort? Considering some of you are capable fighters in your own right, I’ve decided to take you up on your earlier request. Dame Astrid shall accompany you… though, at her personal request, she will be accompanied by Kalen and Wright,” Mia said. “Kalen? …Wright, I understand, but is Kalen really ready for a responsibility like this? Protecting literally all the princesses?” Elena asked. “According to Astrid, the responsibility of this task should shape him up. Going just to Greil’s Retreat and back should not be too difficult a task, but the sheer responsibility of the job will make sure Kalen straightens up. And, if he fails, there always is Astrid to back him up,” Mia said. “…Thank you, Mother. I’ll go tell Livia, then,” Elena said, grabbing the Wo Dao on her way up to her quarters. Mia watched the sword that was once hers go. She reached over, and grabbed a stock Bronze Sword. She swung it about in her right arm, watching both the sword and her arm drop lifelessly. “You really must accept that your sword arm will not be serving you well,” Renning said. “I am the mistress of the swords. That is what makes me stand out over Queen Elincia. I will not let this injury stop me,” Mia said, picking up the Bronze Sword, and trying again. The second attempt went about as well as the first. “I can see where your daughter inherits her stubbornness,” Renning said, quietly. It wasn’t long before everyone had gathered outside Melior, and begun their journey to Greil’s Retreat. Much like any other journey, the group was travelling to peace and the occasional greeting from a passing villager. Emilyn looked up at Elena. “So, how has your swordswomanship improved since I saw you last?” Emilyn asked. “I think it might have gotten worse. I’m seeing Renning’s sword descend upon me, and I’m bailing out of the fight. How am I supposed to do anything if I can’t stand up to something like that?” Elena asked. “There are worse flaws than knowing when to quit,” Astrid remarked. “Really?” Aderyn asked, looking up. “Of course, Aderyn. I can restore your health, but I can’t revive you if you die,” Livia said. “Which is why you’ll never get me on one of those battlefields,” Yune said. “Well, what use will you be? All you do is pick locks,” Aderyn teased. “Aderyn!” Livia chastised. Janiyah bounded up to Astrid. “So, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Janiyah asked, looking up at Astrid. “I’m getting an idea for training, if that’s what you’re asking,” Astrid said. She pointed forward. “There’s Greil’s Retreat,” she said. Elena and Aderyn immediately charged forward, Aderyn transforming into hawk form and leaving her horse behind to gain the advantage. Janiyah sighed, reverted to base form, and took the mount. “One of these days, those two will learn patience,” Janiyah said, sighing. “I think that’s competitiveness…” Yune said, peering at their competition. Aderyn seemed to be relishing in her victory, while Elena was looking up in anger at her. “Same,” Penelopy said simply. Astrid watched the girls enter the Greil Mercenary’s old fort, before setting up her own camp outside. “Aw… we don’t get to go in?” Kalen asked. “Kalen, think. If we remain out here, on guard, then we’ll have a better warning of when people approach,” Wright said. “That, and I don’t think the girls would appreciate a boy in their midst,” Astrid said knowingly. Kalen groaned. “If you must, I believe the old shed has some blankets, if you want to sleep indoors,” Wright said. “Just make sure you’re not on watch,” Astrid told him. Kalen went into the shed, and Wright turned to Astrid. “Are you sure you can instil knightly responsibility into that?” Wright asked. “…Was your father there when Kieran was knighted, again?” Astrid asked. “I’m going to take that as a no,” Wright said. “He’s got too much of his father in him… and his mother wasn’t all rigid like a knight. She made a good soldier, one whom I have placed my faith in many times, but…” Astrid said. “Oh, crackers! Where’s the hamper?” Kalen yelled from the shed. “You, on the other hand, have had a much better upbringing for becoming a Knight,” Astrid remarked, smiling. Wright saluted at that comment. This story has 24 chapters, not counting this prologue, the epilogue, or the eight Gaiden chapters. With one exception, the Gaiden chapters do not actually focus on the main Lord, Elena, instead serving as more of a side-story within a story. I will attempt to field any questions about the background of the characters in these notes as they come, which I plan to do on a regular basis (barring any foreseen mishaps in the near future, and unforeseen in the far future).
  12. My bad for the delay on this: this is my first time here, and I didn't quite realise I'd have to make one of these. Makes sense in hindsight, but still... Anyway, if you have anything to say about this story, you're welcome to say it. I aspire to write professionally one day, so any criticism is appreciated. Keep in mind, though, that as a personal preference, this story is pre-written, so consider this when offering suggestions. I will take on board minor ideas, but probably not anything major.
  13. So I'm thinking that each specialized region must have its own variety of classes. Like spear fighters among Sacaean nomads and Axe wielder among Illian Mercenaries. More classes that describe their region. In addition, if branched promotion will be added, it will be the most logical classes to the game. Sacaean myrmidons may promote to Nomadic troopers. Etc. What do you think?
  14. I know the west wants to play Roy. But I think the prequel will get adapted first. Why? Children mechanic. Well, they might get adapted simultaneously but AT LEAST the prequel gets the physical copy. One of the improvements I think is gonna happen is fixing continuity errors. Sacae will have unique set of weapons from the rest of the Lycia. MORGAN will be the tactician and will be PLAYABLE IN BOTH GAMES. This might be the first time we see a grown up Morgan. What improvements you want to see in the hypothetical remake?
  15. Okay, so I replayed Sacred Stones for the 50th time and had a couple of ideas running through my mind. How about this; a hack that imports mechanics from FE8 straight into FE7? And I don't mean literally everything hence my idea's already a bold enough statement, but think about it. -Multiple promotion options. -Rebalanced stat caps for classes. (assuming FE7's were flawed in any way) -Eliwood and Hector's stories crammed into one giant adventure, with the Gaidens about a whole other perspective. (much like Chapter 5x in FE8 where you get to play as Ephraim while Eirika's on her way to his aid) -Trainee classes for FE7 units that needed babying in the original. (Nino... uh, who else again?) -Nerfed weapons/tomes. (I highly doubt it; Luna sucks in FE8 as it does lol) -The freaking option to promote the main lords at any point and not in a cutscene. I'm kind of running out of ideas. I'll leave it up to you amazingly talented hackers to decide whether or not this'd be a hoot to work on.
  16. Hello every one, I'm getting confused in the lore of the series regarding wyverns. Now from my knowledge of the series aren't dragons trying to take over the world or are extinct in certain sagas. Then how can these wyverns exist, they have almost all of the qualities of dragons but still exist while their brethren are gone. Also are they related to the manakete and dragon laguz personally i believe all of the games take place on the same planet (which is probably my source of confusion) (btw I'm new to the forums so forgive any of my mistakes)
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