SirNicee

Oh goodness, I think you might've done a video LP of this too. You hated it then, and I can see you hate it still. Either that or there's another LunaticScreamer who likes Rex from TLP.

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Aloysius woke up a brief moment later. The talkative dark mage, combined with the poor conditions of the ground, made it difficult to sleep. "Would you please-" he began, but was cut off by the mage. He began discussing herons, plus having a conversation with a girl. Now, this girl wasn't anyone he recognized. She was definitely a soldier, but had no mount to speak of. "Who would you be, ma'am?"

I see the furries have taken over. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Aloysius managed to catch up to Dal and took a deep breath. Pierman and Albus soon followed. Finally, now I can think. He sat down on a nearby rock and clutched onto his legs. "Goodness," he spoke, "I'm built for short bursts, not marathons." Somewhat like a Cat, in that regard. But anyway, Dal asked him a question. Something about that slab he threw away quite a bit back. He began to answer, but Albus went and corrected him. There was no answer, only a correction. "Darn it, sir, I've trouble reading. I'm a tad sensitive about that." Pierman went and shushed the lot. Apparently, this one time, he wanted to listen to this one priest's words. Aloysius decided to oblige. "Thank you, man-who-I-think-is-named-Pierman. And, first of all, my name is Aloysius. Now, I've not much to say. You're all aware of Lord Atticus of Begnion? He handed me a slab with a drawing of the caves along with some ancient text, telling me that only a man like me who's traveled Tellius his whole life could understand it. It appeared to me to be written by Laguz, but with poor writing tools. I managed to translate the text out to "It's here," along with a date I'm no longer sure of. I thought it was 1040, it may be either 136 or 146. From what I felt, it seemed to predict the date of this tragedy; 136 years after the prediction, or 146 since the Hero of the Blue Flame's journeys. At this point, it's obvious what it meant. If you want to see this slab, I have sadly misplaced it. What it tells us, I've no idea. If any of you can somehow come up with anything based on my words, then go ahead. I need my rest." And with that, he decided to lay down and go to sleep. It was less than happy news, but it was news.

"Hold on, sires! I'm coming!" Aloysius decided to follow Dal and Albus and make a run for it. He was hardly suited for combat, so an attempt at fighting back like those couple of wyvern riders would surely result in his death. One thing he was good at, thankfully, was running. Some said his Speed was higher than his Magic, but he wasn't quite sure what that meant. He didn't have time to think now; he had to run, whilst keeping his less-than stellar brown hair in check. He was never going to have amazing hair, so he kept it neat at all times, even in dangerous ones. Anyways, their destination was apparently to the Serenes Forest. Serenes, from what he heard, was a young civilization built from the ruins of a dead one. Said dead civilization was the beginning of the Radiant Hero's tale, from what he heard. Still, all he could think of now was that tablet. "Goodness," he thought, "I thought it was 1040... what did I do wrong...?" He thought he understood the numbers. Then, he realized; he was terrible with numbers. Those were hundreds, not thousands! And that wasn't a zero. That was a six! 146! What a blind fool he was! That tablet was worthless! His entire reason for meeting that group was for naught! He still held on to the tablet at that moment, but not for long. "Smile, you son of a..." He never finished that sentence. He just threw the tablet to the ground and continued running. As of now, he couldn't think straight. All he could do was run.

Aloysius looked up from the journal to see the remaining group's faces. All were either filled with confusion or boredom. Why, he'd compare their looks to a deer looking head-on at an incredibly fast carriage as it prepares to run it over! None, however, were interested in what he had to say. 1040... the connection was disturbing. Suddenly, a new face appeared. He appeared anxious, and the only one who even seemed remotely in what he had to say. Still, it was only in the "What are you talking about?" sense. He saw him grab something off the shelf to his right, and sneak it into his robes. It appeared to be some sort of tome, likely of dark magic. He decided that he would also browse through the contents of the shelf. He was always interested in magic, you see. He walked over and took a look. Let's see. Light magic, dark magic, anima... nothing interesting. It's all tomes! Just what in the world was Albus hoarding all of those tomes for? None of it was useful to Aloysius, sadly... then he took a look to his right. A stack of healing staves was placed in a pile, like a bunch of firewood. Finally, something he could use! As a religious man, he was trained privately in stave use. He was not quite as good as the superiors, or even Atticus, who held S rank. He was a mere D rank, but he could still heal. He decided to take a staff and carry on. After all, what could Albus possibly use them for? Suddenly, he saw Albus barge in, panicking. He looked as if he wanted everyone to see what he had. All Aloysius could do was scream at him. "Just what in the blazes are you freaking out over!? You're making yourself look foolish!" Still, he was interested in seeing what caused this man to go into disarray. He got out through where Albus came in. What he saw was... quite disturbing. A pack of soldiers was rushing toward them, and their intentions were clearly not to their benefit. Aloysius had only one thing to say. "Oh... oh my. We're done for, aren't we?"

I prefer a stronger game over an earlier release, anyway.

Agreed. I'd call this a new beginning.

SantAthos is still hilarious. No surprise there.

Oh, that part. I wrote that bit as comic relief; didn't think much of it. If it bothers you that much, I'll remove it. EDIT: Removed, edited, and I'll probably just do the rest of this in first person. Too vague otherwise.

I don't understand how, but I'll read through it and see if I can understand that angle.

Alright. Basically, it begins after Albus leaves. Aloysius prepares to leave as well, but he's given the idea to translate it himself. He didn't want to bother Albus further, as he visibly was in a poor mood. In actuality, Albus never understood the language; he just had a translation guide in his possession. Aloysius uses that, steals Albus's pen, and writes down the results.

It was supposed to be through Aloysius, but I guess I didn't make it clear. Third person's not the easiest for me to write.

[[Outofcharacter: I'm confusing myself, now. I'll try to edit it to make it more clear. If it's even possible.]]

"What a shame. Albus left. I appear to have wasted my time." Aloysius was annoyed by the scholar's departure. Who remained wasn't much better. The larger man especially angered him. Why, if he was going to accomplish anything, it wouldn't be near these ruffians. Hold on, Aloysius he thought, there's still hope. If Albus wasn't going to help him, then by goodness, he would do it himself! He began searching for something that could help him translate the tablet. At last, he found some books hiding in a corner of the tent. Most were rather uninteresting books, like the kinds one would give a young man who's trying to discover the world and won't stop annoying you with questions. How to Speak to Sailors, Myths and Legends of Tellius, The Story of Shanty Pete... aha! The Laguz Language, by Nailah! Surely, a guide written by an actual expert would be helpful! Aloysius really didn't want to do this, but as Albus was clearly in a mediocre mood, he'd have to do it himself. "Would you three mind? I'm trying to decipher code!" The three people obliged, backing away from him. Just for emphasis, he added, "And don't help me!" He stole one of Albus's pens and began to write on a slip of paper he had on him. He began to translate the writing. "One... thousand... forty... it's... here..." "1040: It's Here. What is the significance of that number...?" Suddenly, he had a sudden burst of realization. He opened up Albus's journal and began to skim through. Finally, he found the right words. Dead silence filled the room. "...it's been 1040 years since the prophecy was first foretold."

"Do you see those men, sir?" Aloysius was pointing toward a couple of wyverns attempting to enter a tent. A ridiculous site, he thought. "I pray we get past these brutes. I don't wish to get dirty." Atticus shook his head. "I'm sorry, young man. I can't go in." Aloysius was greatly confused. "Why is this?" Atticus could only shrug, saying... "I can't be seen in that room. The man you describe frankly... disturbs me. Please, take this with you." He handed Aloysius the tablet. "Please, get this to him quickly. I must be off." And with that, he vanished. Gone with the wind, if you will. What a convenient disposal of baggage, Aloysius thought to himself. Frankly, he was annoying me. Oh, in denial as always. Now came the most difficult part: Getting past the dragons that could murder him with a simple twitch of the tail. Thankfully, these weren't dragon Laguz; those were even more difficult. Always asking for money and all that. Darn, he thought, how in the world am I supposed to get past that? Suddenly, he found a way. Aha! There's a crack in between the two wyverns! I'd have to pick up my robes for it to work, but it's manageable. And so, he crawled straight through the crack. It was just as filthy as he imagined, sadly. Neither he or his robes could be saved. Still, he was there, ready to speak. "Excuse me, sires, but I need to make my presence known." This, of course, prompted a response. "Oh, great. More company. What do you need, Aloysius?" He then pulled out the tablet.

I dunno. That old Last Promise or something-whatever hack that was completed last year.

Tomas

A young man in robes walked alongside a couple of travelers. The lot appeared to be having a conversation, though it was obvious that none were interested in what the others had to say. If only these two had any taste, the first one thought bitterly. Then maybe, just maybe, this conversation will go somewhere. Suddenly, a somewhat older gentlemen interrupted the trio. Why, this was Atticus of Begnion! What in the world was he doing here?!" "May I speak with the priest?" he asked. "Us two have rather... important matters to address." The other two shrugged their heads, allowing their companion to leave. "Why have you come to me, lord Atticus?" the younger man asked as politely as possible. He absolutely hated Atticus with a passion, but this was a member of Begnion royalty he was dealing with, so he had to be extremely cautious. "I thought you'd never ask, Aloysius. You see, I've known about you for quite some time. A traveling priest, I've heard. I'm sure you have plenty of connections, and I'd honestly like to know you. I must ask you to take a look at this." He proceeded to pull out a stone tablet with some sort of markings etched onto its surface. It appeared to be that of the Red Cave they were standing outside of. I must admit, Aloysius thought, this is a very nice drawing. There's still some things I don't understand about it. I'd better ask... "It's a drawing of the Red Cave, yes?" Atticus nodded joyously. "Indeed, Aloysius. However, that's not what interests me. Take a good look to the right..." Why, there was a bit of the ancient tongue on that slab! He'd recognize it anywhere from some of his father's old books. Stories involving the Herons, mostly. He didn't quite understand what they meant, though. "Whatever it means, it's written quite horribly," Aloysius stated rather bluntly. "The curves are all far too rigid to be by experts. The cave's pretty, though. It's no doubt that this is a genuine article from years long gone." "Indeed," Atticus admitted. The two didn't agree to much in terms of their beliefs, or really anything, so this was a happy moment for the both of them. "Listen, do you know anyone who might be able to decipher this text? I've had no luck, despite my knowledge of magic." Aloysius thought for a moment. Then, he finally remembered something. He had met a man who somehow understood the language. His only guess was an entire year's worth of language studies. This man could be their only hope of discovering something big. "Actually, I do. Care to follow me to him?" For the first time in his life, Aloysius had no trouble being polite to this man. He was far too eager to be mad. "Of course. Please lead the way."

Great! I do hope I enjoy it.

Oh great, the entire project is spoiled. Good job.

Haven't tried an RP before. I've always been interested in these. Hoping apps aren't closed.

Neat, an enemy Summoner card. I don't remember there being any enemy Summoners in FE8, and for some reason I'm more interested in that than the female cards.