Rewjeo

The Rohan Guards DO have a bonus against cavalry. Look at the screenshot again. Also, I love how the Wotan have a unit with Light Infantry in its name but is actually Heavy Infantry.

Fixed. (Also, not just because that's the fan translation. Sigurd is from Norse mythology I think, and there's lots of that in Jugdral) Anyways, there are some people I'd rather see than the BK, but I wouldn't object to him getting put in.

A few OR people have posted on the FE12 page. They're talking about combining the different groups to get more people pushing for all of the games.

I tend to use a party of six in pokemon, myself. That never works well in the end, though. I beat Clair the last time I played Gold without a single pokemon above level 30 (give or take one or two levels) and then I got to the Elite Four, and, well, that didn't go so well.

It makes sense in Word.

Hey! It's the start of chapter 2! Writer's block hit me at a random place, but whatever. Chapter 2 Chapter 1 I was surprised to learn that the capture of Gassad is not complete three days after the invasion. The soldiers tell me that there are still some of Gassad’s soldiers holding out in the cellars. No one is doing much about them, though. The door has been blocked to prevent the soldiers from escaping the cellars, and at this point it’s just a waiting game. Of course, this does limit what the Guldarans can get from the castle, and they’ve been forced to largely go to the people for food and drink. But General Kertankuse, ever noble, has ordered them to treat the people with respect. I’m not sure how long that will last, though. These are soldiers with power over a new area and people, and it would be hard to stop them from exercising that power. It seems to me that Kertankuse is not one to make orders lightly, and any transgressor may find himself in a very bad place. I suspect that’s all that is holding them in check ~~~~~ Kertankuse had ordered a guard to be with Rewjeo at all times. This hadn’t been a problem while he was inside the castle talking to soldiers, but now that he was planning on leaving to talk to the people, he wanted no soldiers near him. “Sir, I want the people to talk freely. They won’t if there are soldiers around. If they won’t say anything, or at least anything I haven’t already heard from your soldiers, then there’s no point in talking to them. It won’t add anything to my writings.” “Then find another way. I’m not letting someone walk around freely and take resources from my army when I don’t even know for sure who you are. I’m keeping a guard with you at all times.” “Fine. Sir.” Rewjeo did not try to hide his dissatisfaction. ~~~~~ Rewjeo walked into the town with a soldier beside him. “So, I don’t suppose you could wait outside while I talk to people?” “General Kertankuse-“ “I know what he said,” Rewjeo snapped. “He also said to find a way to get them to talk freely, and as far as I can tell this is the only way. Besides, I’d still have a guard with me. Just not with me as much.” The soldier didn’t look satisfied. “It would help Kertankuse, too. If he really understands what the people think, he’ll have better control over the area. You wouldn’t want to be the guy to hinder him, would you?” ~~~~~ He went up to the door of a house, knocked, and gestured for the soldier to move farther away. A woman opened the door. “Hello. Oh, it’s R-“ “Chigau. I’m Chigau.” Rewjeo glanced over at the soldier, and the woman nodded. “I’m a historian from Ilyarium, and I’m writing about what’s happening here as it happens. Would you mind if I talked to you about what’s happening?” “Oh, of course not. Come in.” She gestured for him to follow and closed the door. “Just follow me back here,” she said, trying to convince the soldier that she didn’t know Rewjeo. “Is it still here, Malra?” Rewjeo whispered as they went out the back of the house into a small garden area. “The tunnel? Of course. Why?” “There are still soldiers in the cellars! I’m gonna get them out.” “After four days? My goodness. But I have some questions for you, first. Where did you go, and what are you doing now?” “I told you, I’m getting those soldiers out of there. If that guard asks about me, just tell him I already left. It shouldn’t be too hard to convince him.” Rewjeo dropped through a trapdoor, closed it, and ran off into the tunnel before Malra had a chance to respond. She muttered to herself as she went back inside, “Of course, Rewjeo. Whatever you say. Oh, and thank you for explaining things.” ~~~~~ Rewjeo had pulled the flint and steel off of the guard earlier. He didn’t seem like he would notice. Rewjeo lit a torch while he could still see it in the light that came through the cracks around the trapdoor, then he trotted off into the tunnel, lighting torches on the way. You could get just about anywhere in Gassad or Gassad Castle from just about anywhere in Gassad or Gassad Castle if you knew how. There were cleverly disguised passages hidden all over the castle and you would never notice them if you didn’t know they were there. Rewjeo was heading straight into the cellars, and with any luck he could pull the soldiers out of there and no one would notice they were gone for quite a while. Rewjeo lit every torch along the way. At least it would be light on his way back. The tunnels, useful though they were, were not the nicest places to be. They were dark, musty, and all sorts of strange and gross things might live in there. Even the spiders seemed to have been scared off. Walking down the hallway, Rewjeo’s mind wandered. There wasn’t anything he was doing. He didn’t have to formulate a plan or come up with an alias or work on tricking anyone. He finally had time to really take in what all had happened. ~~~~~ The soldier had gotten impatient and went to see just what was taking Chigau and that woman so long. “Oh, he left already. Didn’t you see?” “No, and I think I would have.” The soldier said. “Well, we were in the back, and he left through the garden gate. He walked over towards where you were waiting,” Malra insisted. “And he could have just walked past me without me noticing?” “I don’t know, I wasn’t really paying attention. I’ve been busy trying to get food ready for you soldiers. I-“ She almost mentioned the cellars and how it would be nice when the Guldarans had access to them and that the money was nice but she was running out of food for herself. Fortunately, the guard cut her off before he noticed her pausing, “Speaking of which, I’m hungry. Do you have anything? I’ll pay you. More than the usual.” “Of course.” She came out with a bowl of soup. “I was already heating water up. Good timing. Well, good luck finding him!” she said as she handed him the soup. ~~~~~ Seloh noticed the flickering of a torch flame from behind the group. “Hey, guys! Is that a torch?” Everyone reached for their weapons. “Hello?” Rewjeo called. “Is anyone here?” “Wait, is that?” Fyrro said, mostly to himself. “Rewjeo?” “Fyrro?! Is that you? Who all is down here?” Rewjeo asked as he came closer to the group. “Seloh? How’s the soldiering life been going?” “Wish I’d gotten to go to Ilyarium with you. I’m sure it was better than spending who knows how long in-“ Seloh was cut off by Rewjeo “Four days. It’s been four days.” “Four days? Four days down here. The torches have all died in here, and I’ve had all sorts of sharp things pointed and thrown at me.” Fyrro noticed that Rewjeo’s eyes and cheeks looked red. Maybe it was just the torch light. “So, there’s a tunnel into the cellars?” He asked as he gestured for Rewjeo to hand the torch to him. “Yup. The tunnel leads to Malra’s garden. The others brightened at that prospect. “Ah, Slize! How’ve you been holding up? “Good. There wouldn’t happen to be a tunnel into the stables, would there?” “No such luck. I’m sure we can find a horse for you though.” “Bah, figured as much.” Next, his attention turned to Fyrro’s sister. “Ah, Lemina, darling,” he said, taking her hand, “how are you?” “Wonderful now, sir,” she said, curtsying awkwardly in her armor. Everyone laughed. Rewjeo noticed a figure on the ground. “Is that…” “Mmh?” The figure sounded. “Flygnyr? Of course. Who else could it be?” “Well, to the daylight, shall we?” Slize said, impatient to escape the cellars. ~~~~~ Rewjeo knocked on Malra’s back door, with several pairs of eyes watching from a slightly opened trapdoor. She opened. “Ah, Rewjeo. How did the trip go?” “Good,” he said, nodding. He took a breath and paused briefly. Malra shifted her wait onto one leg and crossed her arms, expecting what was coming next. “Ah, I need to take care of these guys. I have to head back to the castle now.” “And what am I supposed to do with them if some soldiers come around? ‘Oh, that’s not real armor, I swear.’ Yeah, that’ll work,” she retorted. “Find some normal clothes, hide the armor down in the tunnel, and tell the soldiers you have some guests over for the evening or something. I don’t know.” “Fine,” she said, “you owe me,” and gestured for them to come into the house. “I know. I’ll try and get to see you again in a few days, but Kertankuse is already suspicious enough on his own. I don’t need to give him any more reason to suspect me than I already have.”

I liked it quite a while ago. I don't think I've seen the number go up since when (or shortly after) I joined.

I think that's something else left over from forever ago. There was worse stuff that I wrote in fifth or sixth grade, though. I found this paper that had a scene in which one of the main characters died. What all of the people said was beyond cheesy Also, removing the first "but" at the start of chapter 1 doesn't work well. You lose the contrast it's making. I'll change the second "but" in it to "except."

There was a specific rhythm I read it with, but reading it with a different one it definitely sounds funky. Nyenyenyenyenye That's how everything starts, isn't it? It's all great. Then the shit hits the fan. Anyways, jumping in with "A gentle breeze from the north and a soft warmth from the sun" sounds... actually, not that weird. Of course. I'm so good at making things not make sense. Fyrro AND his sister, who has no name right now because I have a plan for introducing it. Also, I don't remember what I named her. Technically, I named my internet self after the main character. so would I I'll get to that in chapter 2. Also, learn Japanese to understand the alias. Yes, I was lazy and stole words from another language. Sue me. I'll probably replace it later. I'm very happy with the positive responses. I wasn't really sure if I was good at writing at all... Edit: Oh, and no one was confused by ?

Oh, okay. Doesn't make sense to me, but whatever. I was really surprised when I learned that Afrikaans was based on Dutch. Before I had seen any of it, I assumed Afrikaans was some native African language.

Just cut it? Okay. Works for me. Would it help if I had something like "Flygnyr, the archer, said" instead of just "Flygnyr said" in the cellar bit?

I think that was the first line I ever wrote of this story and I kept it in there sort of as a throwback to being eleven or whatever. Also, I have never been able to figure out what else to write there.... Is it the content of those lines that you dislike, or simply the wording?

So, I've had this story in my head since like fifth grade and it's slowly evolved. Parts of it have been written down, then rewritten, then rerewritten, then completely changed, and so on. This is the result of the last few nights of sleeplessness on my attempt to rewrite it. I'd like to get it really going this time, though, so I figured I'd put it somewhere on the internet to push me to keep working on it. I'm just starting out writing, so any constructive criticism is gladly welcomed (in this topic) and please do post. Even if you don't really have much to say, please post so I at least know if people are reading this. Again, constructive criticism is gladly welcomed. Especially given the circumstances in which I usually end up working on this. Yay being exhausted and not being able to sleep! Also, I need a name. I suck at naming things. The musical piece I'm currently working on is titled "String 7" because it is the 7th piece I've written for a string orchestra. Also, I'm writing it in Word, so formatting and changing fonts and stuff isn't gonna show up here. Well, without further ado, the story so far: Prologue Armored bodies ran through the breach in the wall of the castle. Thunder clapped in the sky above the battle. The guards of Gassad were cut down before they could react. The occasional flash of lightning gleamed off of majestic white armor. Kertankuse, the Silver General of Guldar, had come. Soon the Gassadian guards had organized themselves, holding the inner castle. Kertankuse and his men charged, leaving a bloody trail in their wake. A Gassadian soldier burst into the king’s chamber. “Lord Jyron! We’re under attack! You must esc-!“ The soldier began to choke on his blood as a lance grew from his gut. As the body collapsed to the floor, a flash of lightning revealed the gleaming white armor of Kertankuse, and the calm on Lord Jyron’s face. Kertankuse pointed his lance at his victim. “I’m sorry, Lord Jyron, but your time is up.” The king walked out into the open, in full battle gear. “Is that so?” Jyron drew his sword. The gilded, intricate handle of the blade and the emerald embedded in its pommel seemed to glow in the flickering torch light as it left its equally ornate scabbard. The blade itself was razor sharp, and without a single scratch. Kertankuse’s lance, on the other hand, was a crude, but effective, weapon. It had a simple wooden shaft topped by a short blade, both scarred by countless chips and scratches. Kertankuse asked, “Do you always sleep in full battle gear, old man?” as he motioned for one of his soldiers to attack. “A little bird told me you were coming.” Two bodies. “I apologize, Your Highness,” sounded, almost genuinely, amongst the muffled battle sounds, “I didn’t mean to hurt your pride!” Two more soldiers lunged. Four bodies. “I tire of this, general, a-“ Jyron gestured with his hand towards the wall behind Kertankuse. Kertankuse turned to look, and Jyron took the chance to charge. “Not so fast, old man!” the White General grunted as he blocked the slash with the shaft of his spear. The sword had nearly cleaved the shaft in two. Kertankuse kicked Jyron back, pulling the sword out of the lance. Kertankuse split the shaft and threw the blunt end away, shattering a window. “I guess it wasn’t all that small a bird.” Jyron charged again. In a quick flourish, Jyron found himself disarmed and with a hand at his throat. He was pushed to the window, and, with one motion, Kertankuse severed the belt with the gilded scabbard and plunged his spear tip into Jyron’s chest. He brought himself close to Jyron, and whispered, “Goodbye, Lord Jyron,” and shoved him out of the window. “Good bye.” Chapter 1 Prologue A gentle breeze from the north and a soft warmth from the sun. The birds were chirping and the squirrels were chattering in the trees all around me. The crystal clear water in the streams shimmered in the sunlight, and the green leaves on the trees seemed to glow under the cloudless blue sky. But hidden in this perfect green wood there was silence, except for the rustling of the leaves in the wind and the crackle of leaves underfoot. Even the water was still. There not a sign of any living or moving thing besides the trees. In contrast to the thriving forest I had just seen, this new, eerie setting put me on edge. And then, a jet black figure came down onto a branch not an arm’s length in front of me, spreading feathers all around. It was a raven, a prophetic figure, often telling of misfortune or bloodshed. Or so it is said, if you believe in those things. The raven cawed raucously several times and seemed to point at my hand. I gestured to show that I didn’t have anything in hopes it would leave, but it persisted. “I don’t have any food for you,” I said as I began to walk past it, somehow expecting it to understand me. Then it flew back in front of me, settled down in the middle of the path, and continued to call out. This time, it seemed to be pointing towards where I had been standing, but there was nothing there. I looked farther down the line, and what I was there astounded me. A group of what I estimated to be forty soldiers dressed in blue armor. The blue armor of Guldar. But what were they doing there? This force was far too small to be an invading army, and the castle of Gassad was between here and Guldar. It made no sense for them to be patrolling so far away. I had been gone for too long. I had to get to Gassad and see what had happened. The raven made a strange, low sound- almost a laugh- and flew away. ~~~~~ A warm light very different from that of the flickering torches emitted seeped in from around the door. The last of Gassad’s armed soldiers hid down in the cellars, where the only thing that separated them from Kertankuse’s army was a thick oak door. They had barricaded this door after fighting back a wave of Kertankuse’s troops in the hopes that they could hold out until something happened. They had also set up a barricade of barrels and shelves from which to fire arrows, throw javelins, rocks, whatever other projectiles were handy. There were only a handful of soldiers left down there. The highest ranking and elected leader, Fyrro, his sister, who had learned to mend wounds, but decided the axe was more to her liking, Seloh, who had only recently and resentfully become a soldier, Slize, one of the few horsemen of the valley, and Flygnyr, an archer, and the youngest there. The floor was slick with all sorts of drink, and in the dim lighting the haphazard arrangement of tables and barrels and benches and whatever else was down there was difficult to traverse, to say the least. Had Guldar’s soldiers known the situation in there, they would have likely left them in the dark for however long it took for them to surrender. But they didn’t know this, and the first three in slipped down the stairs. The next one was hit in the stomach with an arrow before he could enter, and fell back. The rest tried to clamber haphazardly over the barricades. A few more were killed, but most, after slipping, tripping, and falling were forced to scramble out over the same obstacles that had plagued them going in. “Haha, yeah! Can’t even handle some benches and wine you…” Flygnyr, the archer, continued to ramble on as Slize, the horseman, began to mention Flygnyr’s accuracy, but decided against it. Fyrro’s sister, however, wasn’t so keen on keeping her mouth shut. “I don’t know that you’ve handled the wine well, either. You missed! A lot.” Before Flygnyr could respond, they heard a voice outside the door- probably a captain or some such thing- and some whimpering- probably the soldiers who had made it out of the cellars. Fyrro, highest ranked there, hushed the others and told them to listen. “Imbeciles! I bet didn’t even-“ “No, no, sir! We” “Hah! I bet you’ve just been too eager to get into the liquor!” “How? Those guys are still holding off in the-“ There was a loud bang, at which the few soldiers of Gassad jumped, and then the whimpering got louder. Just as they relaxed, there was another bang as the door flung open and smashed into the wall. An arrow whizzed past the man’s face as he stood in the doorway. He instantly dropped to the ground and yelped, “Go! Go!” No one moved. He slowly stood up, attempting to regain his dignity. “Fine then.” The door slammed shut again. “We’ll just let them rot there!” “Y’ missed!” “Shaddup! It got him out of here, didn’t it?” ~~~~~ Rewjeo walked into town. More of Guldar’s soldiers. There was a woman passing by him carrying some bread. “Excuse me, ma’am.” “Yes?” He walked up closer to her, “What’s happened here?” “Hm? You don’t know? Guldar sent an army here a few nights ago- you know, the night there was that big storm?” “Mhm.” “Well, they came and took over! Killed Lord Jyron, too!” Rewjeo stood there, shocked for a moment. He had guessed as much, but to realize just how real it was was almost too much. “Hey!” A soldier and seen them talking. “You, there. Whadderya doin’?” “Oh, sorry, sir. Just getting some bread.” He looked at the woman. “Ah. Yes, sir. Just bread.” The three just stood there for a moment. “Well, go on, take the bread! I won’t stop ya’.” “Right, here you go” Rewjeo pulled some money out of his pocket, handed it to her, grabbed some bread, and started to walk off. The soldier called after them, “Hey, whatt’re yer names? I’m not stupid. We need t’know what’s happenin’ with the common folk.” “Mary, sir. My husband’s the local baker. Can I go now?” “Sure. And you?” Rewjeo was caught in a bad situation, but he had a plan, “Me? Oh, um, I’m Chigau. I’m a historian studying in Ilyarium. I’ve decided to wander the land to learn more. I was wondering…” ~~~~~ “So, you’re Chigau? Tell me, Chigau, do you have a last name? What does your family do?” Kertankuse lounged in the throne of Gassad. “I’m Chigau Damasu, sir. My family is a family of scholars, sir. My mother is in medicine and my father studies animals.” Rewjeo may not have felt particularly calm, but he wouldn’t let it show. At least, he wouldn’t let it show as anything other than nerves at talking to such an important figure. “And tell me, Chigau Damasu, why would you leave Ilyarium, the center of knowledge, to learn?” “Things get corrupted and lost in the journey, sir. If I go to the history, that’s not a problem. I can’t believe my luck, stumbling across an event like this in my journeys, sir!” “And you want to, er, document it?” “Yes! I would like to ask for your permission to move freely about the castle and town, sir.” “And why should I let you do that?” “Why, there’s more to a story than its title! If all you knew was dates of events, history wouldn’t be worth studying.” “And I should trust you because?” “I’m no soldier, sir. I don’t know how to prove that I am who I am, but there’s not much a scholar could do.” “Of course. How foolish of me to suspect you.” Kertankuse drummed his fingers on the arm of the throne. “Alright, I’ll make sure you have a room. I look forward to reading this documentation of yours, Chigau Damasu, historian of Ilyarium. I imagine it will prove invaluable to me.” “Certainly, sir. I would be glad to share it with you.”

Die doodskleed het geen sakke nie meaning He who dies cannot take any property with him to the afterlife This doesn't feel like a proverb to me. It seems to basically say what it, well, says. Wie nie waag nie, wen nie He who doesn't take risks, doesn't win If you don't take risks, you'll never gain anything n Mak hond buit die seerste A tame dog's bite hurts the most Betrayal is worse than something you expect. Now for some strange ones... Al dra 'n bobbejaan 'n goue ring, bly hy nog 'n lelike ding Even if a baboon wears a golden ring, it remains an ugly thing. You can't polish a turd kind of thing? Even though you CAN polish poop... Agteros kom ook in die kraal. The ox that walks behind also gets into the kraal(a pen for livestock) Don't blindly follow others or you'll get trapped by them?

Chapter 5 was annoying for me. I actually wanted the Guiding Ring and I could only get it to work with 10 turns... I'm gonna redo it.

Shit that royal bodyguard was ridiculous. I only ever have problems killing faction HEIRS in Rome, and only because they're cowards and flee. The kings tend to stand and fight- and die.

Utah! wanna see a picture of my moms?

Franz - Paladin Gilliam - GK Vanessa - Falcoknight Moulder - Wait he can promote? Ross - Either Zerker (if I plan on not using Colm as a combat unit) or Hero (if I do use Colm as a combat unit, which rarely coincides with using Ross) Garcia - Hero (+2 SPD or +0 SPD for a unit who can potentially need a speedwing to avoid being doubled? Tough question) Neimi - Ranger Colm - Rogue Artur - It all depends on my party and when he's promoting. Lute - Mage Knight Natasha - See Moulder, but probably Valkyrie for the movement if I did. Joshua - Swordmaster (Silencer only does anything if it takes you five or more hits to kill an enemy, at which point I'm sorta wondering why you'd bother having that person attack) Forde - Paladin Kyle - Paladin Tana - Falcoknight Amelia - Paladin, assuming you can get her there Gerik - Hero Marisa - I've never seriously used her, but probably SM, because at least you can reach fairly reliable critical hit rates, and you just can't with Silencer. I mean, you can give yourself like an 80% chance to critical in one round of combat, so as long as it doesn't take you more than four hits to kill an enemy, you're good. L'Arachel - See Moulder Ewan - Summoner, assuming you can get him there. Cormag - It depends on when I promote him. Early, Wyvern Knight. Late, Wyvern Lord. Knoll - Summoner. What else is he gonna do?

Brennt barn forðast eldinn. = A burned child avoids fire. Seems rather obvious to me. You learn from mistakes. Það er skammgóður vermir að pissa í skóna sína. = Warm a short time if you piss in your shoes. We should follow the example of vultures. Except to warm us up instead of cooling us off. I'm gonna guess that's wrong, but that's what went through my head. Eitt skyldi ganga yfir okkr bæði = One should walk over us both (Big hint: this one's old and poetic, pretend "fate" follows "one"). Either, like whase said, to fate we are all equal, or it might be more personal and say something like "I'll stick with you no matter what and take whatever fate throws at you." 足元から鳥が立つ。 = A bird stands from one's feet. WHY SO MUCH KANJI Anyways, I'm guessing this is talking about the timidity of birds and their unwillingness to be near people? I don't know what this is trying to say without context, though. 馬鹿は死ななきゃ治らない。 = An idiot not dead hasn't cured. No clue, other than it sort of sounds like they're saying the obvious. If someone has a problem, and it hasn't killed them, they haven't been cured of the problem. 花より団子。 = Rather dumplings over flowers. Be practical, like taking food over beauty.

Since the question was which one to promote, I said Raven (just better than Dorcas) Lowen (Oswin is better early, but Lowen is better later) and Canas (Serra is good, but it has nothing to do with her promoting or fighting while Canas gets a lot out of promoting)

Wyvern Lord Seth, anyone? Same thing with Titania?

So, the other game I want translated right now is Valkyria Chronicles 3. I looked it up to see if there was any news, and people were talking about a few different companies (Atlus, XSeed, and NISA, I think) translating it instead of Sega. Could something similar happen with FE12 if the fans pushed?

It HAS been a long time, but I think they 2RKOd Pegs and 3RKOd Wyverns, or something not terrible like that when he's running around the desert on his own.

Yeah, that was my point. In chapter 15, his mage movement combined with the phantoms (who have flying movement, by the way) lets him cover a lot of ground and give him a huge attack range compared to other units and his phantoms do pretty well against those enemies, IIRC (I forgot to point out that it was the phantoms fighting) so that's what I meant.

I did something with Knoll a long time ago in chapter 15, and he had solid offense against pegs and wyverns and could of course outrange everything between his better movement and phantoms. He'd be good at running around the sand, but yeah, against any large group of enemies he isn't exactly great... or good... or even mediocre...