Rewjeo

Ike can just use a magic card and then he can be carried back by a flier.

Hmm, it seems to me that Klaina (or something similar) would be the best localization of Kuraine. I mean, they could easily have made it Kurain and stopped there. IS clearly wanted a vowel sound at the end.

If Oliver is making Endgame harder, then he is a negative overall. There's no real way around that. Although, technically, by being so easy to deploy, Fiona and Astrid should rise above a significant portion of the cast who kick someone better out. So should Kurth by virtue of being forced. I don't really know what the tier list should do about that.

That would explain it. Of course, it's always fun watching them get hit by a wall of pila/javelins. That usually does the trick. I'm fifteen You're still younger than a lot of people in the FE fandom, let alone other areas. Oh, and (almost) happy birthday!

Well, they have the ability to not hurt us by being deployed.

Chapter 4 “Uh, do you have more than that?” Malra asked. “There’s seven of us here. Even if we used the passages, we could hardly do any damage before they figured out how we were doing it or, worse, killed us in the castle. The most damage we could do would be to kill Kertankuse and the other higher ups, but then we’d just have a horde of undirected soldiers. There’s no way we could beat them.” “We’ll get the prisoners out,” Rewjeo replied. Everyone looked at him as if he was crazy. “Only the soldiers on guard that night were killed, and not even all of them. The vast majority are imprisoned.” “And how do you plan on getting them out and equipping them? A bunch of unequipped soldiers won’t do much other than anger Kertankuse,” Malra wasn’t going to let them go off on some impossible quest to recapture Gassad. Fyrro came in now, “Well, then, we’ll just take some equipment from the castle, right?” Rewjeo nodded. “There’s a passage leading right into where the weapons and armor are kept. I remember we’d head in there when we were younger.” “One problem,” Seloh pointed out, “That passage is inside the castle on both ends. Remember that part? We’d need there to be secret passages to move us between secret passages!” “Sounds familiar,” Flygnyr said. “Haven’t you said something about that before, Rewjeo?” “Yeah. They’re not so easy to find, seeing as we’ve never really had a use for them, so I’ll have to do some exploring on my way back, but we can use them to get that stuff out. The bigger problem will be getting the prisoners out. There aren’t any secret passages very close to them- for good reason- so we’ll need a way to safely get them into one and out into the forest, and preferably without Kertankuse figuring out where the passages are.” ~~~~~ Rewjeo had snuck back into the castle and was walking to his room. He was just in time to find Eirk sticking a key into his door. “Excuse me!” “Ah, Chigau. I couldn’t find you in the castle, and when I came to your room, it was locked. I figured you were inside. But then you wouldn’t answer, so I got a key to get in myself.” “Well I had it locked for a reason, and I’d appreciate it if you would leave it that way,” Rewjeo said, putting his hand on the door as Eirk finished unlocking the door. “There’s stuff in there I don’t want some people seeing, and I certainly don’t want some drunken soldier wandering in on accident.” “If you weren’t in there, then where were you?” Eirk asked. “You can ask anyone who’s been at the gatehouse today, if that’s what you mean.” Eirk looked skeptical. “I spent some time in my room, and some time talking to soldiers and staff around the castle. Why didn’t you see me? Because I didn’t want you to. Why didn’t I want you to? Well, we’ve been over that enough times by now, I think. Thank you for the concern, and good bye!” Rewjeo finished slipping into his room. Eirk could here the clinking of Rewjeo locking the door from the other side. ~~~~~ Rewjeo laid in his bed and thought. He didn’t think about what to do, though. He thought about what had already happened. A year ago, he had set out to Iyarium to study. Before that, he and his friends had lived in the castle. They had explored the secret passages, although it was more him than any of the others, and used those to get all over and do whatever they wanted. Then they had grown up. Fyrro and Flygnyr became soldiers, continuing the proud tradition of their families. Seloh and he, younger than the other two, had always been more scholarly, though. The two of them had spent hours going through the castle library and discussing things that simply didn’t interest the others. Then came our turn to grow up. I headed off to Ilyarium, and Seloh wanted to follow. But his family also had a proud military tradition, as can be expected of one that lives in the castle, and his father refused to let him. So we separated. I left, alone, for the center of knowledge, and Seloh, Flygnyr, and Fyrro stayed behind. There were some others. Lemina hung around with us sometimes. She did a pretty good job of fitting in. There was Slize, too. I didn’t know him very well, but we’d met. There were others as well, of course. The castle houses a lot of people. But at this point, most of them are either dead or imprisoned. And that is what Rewjeo returned to. Gassad wasn’t Gassad anymore. Almost everyone he knew, Jyron, his friends’ families, they were all imprisoned at best. Except for the maids and cooks and such. They were still performing their duties, but Kertankuse had them on a rather tight leash. They were confined during the day unless they were doing whatever they did, and Rewjeo had refused as much of that as he could. He didn’t want to risk someone recognizing him, after all. But maybe it would be better if someone did. He spent his days documenting the destruction of his home pretending to be an outsider. He had to hide constantly, both physically and mentally. No one could know who he was, and he couldn’t let himself succumb to everything that was happening. Watching the destruction was his shield from it. His home was destroyed and his friends were fugitives, but he was playing it like a game. Well, this was a game in which every move was crucial, and he wasn’t going to make any mistakes. He was going to win.

Yay for finally winning! Don't you love when enemy family members flee when you've killed off the rest of their bodyguard? And don't you love how they're ALWAYS the last one in their unit to die? Well, at least in Rome.

So FE6's is Kuraein, while FE12's is Kuraine? Is that it? Edit: Derp, mixed up katakana re and ra.

I don't think the squished font looks any worse than the non-squished.

I'm with Integrity. I think that the Rainbow Potion actually looks better than the Rainbow Vial, even if you ignore the fact that I'd prefer Rainbow Potion anyways.

The problem with Caeda is that it looks like Kayda. I'm assuming it's like Caesar, though.

Doesn't Fiona at least not have to compete to get deployed?

Chapter 3, consider yourself completed! Well, for now, at least.

You'll get some of the backstory soon enough. I don't wanna reveal too much for a while, but it's not like everyone magically knows Rewjeo. Also, I have already pwned Rewjeo and his guard trickery in chapter 3, if that makes you feel better. Edit: Chapter 3, go! Also, I'm afraid the weird chapter thing happens again. It does not, in fact, jump from chapter 3 to chapter 5. Chapter 3 The soldier who had been ordered to guard Rewjeo left the room that Kertankuse, Rewjeo, and a third man were sitting in shaken, but relieved at how things had gone. Perhaps he wasn’t going to be sent on similar missions again, but he wasn’t being punished beyond that. Kertankuse stood up, then turned his attention to Rewjeo, walking around the room, “Chigau, that was a bit devious for a scholar, no? I understand why, but you must understand why I did what I did, too. You do, don’t you? Well, you can’t just ignore what I say because you aren’t a soldier. I’m the one in charge here, and I won’t just give you a place to live while you do whatever you want. You offer me a rare insight into the thoughts of my soldiers and people, and that can be invaluable. But there are risks, and I’m not prepared to take no action against those risks!” “Sir! I can only offer that to you if the people are not intimidated by me! The moment there’s one of your men in the room, I’ll lose the advantage I had! I have to be a neutral third party to them.” “Why do you think I sent that soldier with you? It’s easy enough to convince him of something, so I could send him with you and he wouldn’t get suspicious of my intentions. If he thought that maybe I was reading what you wrote, then he could spread that thought and everyone would stop talking freely. They’ll only accept that I’m doing what I’m doing because of my respect for the sciences if they don’t have a reason to believe otherwise. Then what advantage would you be to me?” “So don’t keep a guard with me!” “Don’t forget who you’re talking to! You get your food from me. You get your shelter from me. I could have you killed right now. I could kill you right now. If you don’t want someone watching you, stay in the castle and talk to my soldiers. For now, you’re not leaving the castle.” “Fine. Sir.” Rewjeo did not try to hide his dissatisfaction. As Rewjeo left, Kertankuse whispered to the third man, “Watch him, Eirk. Just don’t get in the way of him getting information from the other soldiers.” “Yes sir!” ~~~~~ Chapter 5 It has been a week since the capture of Gassad, and the soldiers in the cellars are gone without an explanation. Some of the soldiers are happy enough for the cellars to be free, but others question what exactly happened. There are some who think that there was never anyone in the cellars, and that it was just a plot of Kertankuse’s with various goals. Some say that he wanted to stop there from being chaos immediately upon the capture of Gassad. Others say it was an act of selfishness, that he was secretly taking some up for himself. Then there are those who swear that there were soldiers down there. One man claims to have lost a friend to an arrow that came from the cellar. Tonight, there was plenty of Rewjeo put his pen down and glanced at his cup. Yeah, I get the bad stuff. Guess who you owe for this stuff? Me. He thought. Then, another thought crossed his mind. It’s been three days since I got those guys out of the cellar. I should get to them. It shouldn’t be too hard. Most of the people here are too drunk to even notice, and it should be easy enough to get past those who aren’t. Worst case scenario I get sent to bed. Rewjeo got up and left his room. He started walking around the castle, trying to figure out the best route to take out. The cellars would be the fastest, but no doubt there would be guards watching it, what with the disappearance of the Gassadian soldiers. With some luck they’d be sleeping, but that would be doubtful given the situation and Kertankuse. Still, it was worth a shot, he figured. As he reached some stairs, a group of drunken soldiers passed him. One of them just about ran into him, but none of them seemed to notice, so he kept going. There were a few more encounters on the way down, but he arrived at the cellars only to find four guards there, perfectly alert. “What’re you doing down here?” came a voice from behind him. It was the third man from earlier that week. Rewjeo had seen him several times throughout the week. It looked as if Kertankuse had sent someone to watch him anyways. “Sorry, sir. I couldn’t sleep, and I was curious about what happened down here, so I thought I’d head down.” Rewjeo explained. “Chigau, is it? Well, Chigau, I think you should head back up, anyways. The General isn’t convinced that they simply disappeared. That’s why these guards are down here. You wouldn’t want to get caught in a fight, would you?” The man felt slimy just through his words. “Of course, sir, I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll head back up.” As Rewjeo passed, Eirk said, hushed, “I’m sure Lord Kertankuse will find this very interesting.” ~~~~~ The next morning, Rewjeo locked the door to his room behind him. If Eirk was watching him, then Rewjeo had to get out while he wasn’t being watched, while he was talking to the other soldiers. With some luck, locking the door would be enough to trick Eirk into thinking he was in his room and wanted to be in there alone. Or at least he could use that a defense if any questions were asked. He walked through the halls until he found a group of soldiers in a place he liked. On the way, he had seen Eirk out of the corner of his eye a few times. It looks like he was indeed being followed. “Excuse me, guys,” he called to the soldiers. “Would you mind talking to me some more about the situation with the cellars?” One of them was about to say something when Eirk walked passed, and he shut his mouth. “What?” Rewjeo asked. “That’s Eirk! The General’s right hand man? He’s like another body under Lord Kertankuse’s control!” Hmm, Kertankuse sent his second body after me. I have to tread carefully. But I do need to get to Malra and the others, Rewjeo thought. “So? He’s gone now.” Rewjeo pulled out his parchment and pen as the soldiers began talking. They spoke quietly, and at least one of them was always watching for Eirk. The soldiers seemed more afraid of him than Kertankuse himself. That would be something else to ask some soldiers about, but another time. ~~~~~ As the soldiers turned the corner, Rewjeo started the other direction. Eirk walked past the soldiers and turned, but Chigau was nowhere to be seen. He ran back to the soldiers Chigau had been talking to. “Hey, where’d the scholar go?!” “S-s-sir, d-d-down that hallway, sir, where you just came from, sir.” Eirk had been waiting for the moment they were finished. Chigau was obviously trying to avoid him. ~~~~~ Rewjeo found himself right outside the castle on the side facing away from town. He quickly moved into the forest near that edge and moved deeper into it, hopefully to where there wouldn’t be any more soldiers. The woods over here still felt the same as before. They lead up to the mountains, which served as a natural boundary for Gassad. There had never been much focus over here outside of simply enjoying the woods and mountains. There was nothing at all threatening on the other side of the mountains for as far as anyone had ever ventured, and trying to march an army over the mountains would be suicide for far too many of the soldiers for it to be worth it. The disinterest in this area had continued with the Guldarans. Still, now as not the time to reminisce or enjoy the mountains, Rewjeo had to get to Malra’s. ~~~~~ There was an impatient knock on Malra’s door. She walked to the door slowly, expecting another soldier, and hoping that no one had guessed what had happened to the soldiers in the cellars. As she was walking, the person knocked on the door again, and a familiar voice said, “Malra! Open the door!” Relieved, Malra moved faster and opened the door. “Rewjeo! It’s about time you got here! It’s been four days! I don’t know how much longer it would be until those soldiers figured out that I didn’t just have family over.” “So that’s the story you went with? Well, the soldiers shouldn’t be coming around as often now that they’ve finally figured out you guys are out of the cellars,” Rewjeo said coming in. “Sorry it took so long. Kertankuse has kept me in the castle. Said that if I didn’t want anyone following me, I had to stay in the castle. Of course, he’s still had someone following me. He just didn’t tell me.” “Well then how’d you get out?” Fyrro asked. “Kertankuse still values the information I can get him. His henchman wasn’t on me all the time. Besides, I’ve spent all but the last year of my life living in that castle. I know my way around better than anyone who’s only been there a week.” “And the guards at the gate just let you leave? And you trust them to not tell Kertankuse?” Slize inquired. “There are all sorts of ways in and out of the castle you, and especially Eirk and Kertankuse, don’t know about. No, the bigger problem will be getting back in. There are several passages in the town that’ll take you to the castle, but the problem is getting to one without running into any soldiers on the way, and then not running into anyone as I come back into the main hallways once I’m at the castle. But enough of that for now, I’ll figure that out on my own. As I said, Kertankuse knows you guys are out. We need to get you somewhere safe as soon as possible.” Seloh was the next to talk. “Where? And what exactly are we going to do, anyways? I doubt we could just fade into the outside world very easily, and I’m not ready to abandon this life. I don’t want to just fade into the outside world. And what about you? It’s obvious Kertankuse doesn’t trust you. What are you going to do about that? If he finds out who you really are and that you are not in fact from Ilyarium, then it’s over for you!” “We’re going to take back Gassad!”

Hm? This is the second time they've showed up. They've been introduced before. Also, I'm starting on chapter 3 while I'm feeling creative, and I do plan on having them do more very soon. Just the one. Well, there are probably gonna be some more daft ones on occasion, but that won't be a common thing. Kertankuse isn't the type to keep sending dumb guys the heroes' way.

Oh, those parts are supposed to be there, it's just there's a font change that, I think at least, will make it make sense. Updated chapter 2 post with the rest of it.

Hardin could actually be possible. FE3/12 Hardin, at least.

What OS are you using? I know in Windows 7 there are some programs I have to right click on and choose "Run as Administrator" for the changes I make to be applied.

Did you miss the Rainbow Vial option?

A girl who graduated from my school two years ago won a state piano competition after playing for just a year. But I don't think that's very usual... Pfft, when violin got boring for me I started writing music, playing contemporary stuff with my sister, and I got a mandolin and an electric five string. Also, my teacher is awesome and is sometimes like "I don't feel like listening to more Suzuki. We're gonna write a piece today."

Well, that bodyguard could've been worse. I read that sentence as 20 ATTACK and 31 defense. Can you imagine 20 attack, 12 charge, and 31 defense? Also, why won't cavalry ever listen to me in RTW? I lost two units of skirmishers in a battle because my cavalry refused to listen to me, and then I nearly lost my general because he decided HEY LET'S CHARGE HEADLONG INTO THAT PHALANX Also, WTF is up with autoresolve in naval battles around Greece? I'll be attacked, the bar will be 3/4 mine, and then I suffer a CRUSHING DEFEAT. WTF? Whatever, I started a new game as Brutii (when this happened) and I got the Greeks, Thracians, and of course myself going against the Macedonians. I've got a full stack going and I've yet to see another one break eleven units, though, so I can suffer some casualties every now and then. Oh, and Bastarnae ARE awesome. Thracian mercs aren't so great, though. I lost 15/40 of a unit fighting a unit of villagers and a unit of hoplites with just ten guys left. Then the Bastarnae and two other Thracian mercs came in and won that battle easily.

I tend to exterminate after a certain point. I mean, when some settlements try to rebel AFTER I've exterminated them AND they're on daily games/races AND low taxes, I don't wanna take the chances. So basically the core of my empire is the only place doing much for me.