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I've never used him in PoR so I don't know if he changed radically between games. I also can't tell you what I didn't like about him in RD, because it's been years. I just don't remember him in a positive light. (Probably something to do with how he knows what they're doing is bad/wrong, but does it anyway. Show some backbone, dude.)

My apologies then. Your phrasing was very close to the typical "wah, you don't like a thing I like so you're a hater" rhetoric.

What? People are just giving their reasons why they don't like a game. If that's already "hating" ... Besides, you're asking for the least favourites. What did you expect?

Favourite is definitely Marcus because I love his character. His supports are just awesome and he can be so funny (intentionally or not, we'll never know). I don't care all that much about them gameplay-wise because a big draw for me is to raise my charaters and see them grow with each level-up. Second place is Seth and I've never liked Sothe, so he gets last place.

Shadow Dragon. I tried to play it four times or so and never managed to get pass chapter 7 or 8, because it was so fucking boring. And ugly as sin. It's also one of the few games that I sold! I have a few other mis-buys, but I still didn't sell them. Shadow Dragon was just that bad.

I've only got the first volume of the Japanese novelization of Sacred Stones. Can't read one bit, but it does have a few pretty artworks as well. And a beautiful watercolour picture of Seth and Eirika's flight. But I'm also not one for collecting merchandise.

That doesn't explain why everybody is so suprised in chapter 3 (or 4?) when the monsters first appear. If they already exist, Seth should know. Also, Rausten definitely couldn't prevent other people from knowing. Spies, travellers who happen to get too close to the wood, horror stories being perpetrated. There would at least be rumours. Also, considering that L'Arachel is approximately 18 or something and her parents already fought the monsters before her birth, the monsters would've been in the Woods for 20+ years.

Why does L'Arachel say that her parents died battling monsters in her B support with Eirika (My home of Rausten is so near to Darkling Woods. We experienced many sudden raids. My parents took it upon themselves to defend our people against the monsters.) when they only appeared when Lyon awakened the Demon King? And if there actually existed monsters in the forest before DK, how come no one knows about them? I don't think that would be a secret that's easy to keep.

I was not in the situation, but I know that I couldn't do it because I don't have to fully concentrate on the text. If you read it yourself, your whole mind is focused on the text. When you're listening to an audiobook, you generally do other things besides it, be it driving, walking around town or even just watching things. Considering you need to read it for an literature class, you should choose the option that grants the text most of your concentration.

The only other strategy game I like was indeed FF Tactics, though not because the gameplay was so good. I just liked its look and some of the characters. Advance Wars, I didn't like. I prefer medieval settings and definitely wouldn't play a Fire Emblem with guns, tanks and other stuff.

No. Fire Emblem is not The Sims.

Definitely Magvel. Its story and characters just had such an influence on my fandom experience that I could never not choose it as my favourite.

They aren't anymore. For example, a few years ago there was a table for the name changes in FE 9/10 which had columns for Japanese, English and Europe. Now there only is Japanese and English.

I refuse to call him Juri :P Bastian is <3 (Ulysses fits him still the most, though) But just because it's a surname doesn't mean that Stahl can also be used as a firstname. Daraen is his Spanish name, I believe. Idk, I don't think that Linfan sounds particularly gender neutral. Kai is a great gender neutral name. The thought process of translators can be very strange.

Don't forget "Juri". Bastian is really no problem for German speakers and there was no Bastian in any FE game before. Why the fuck was it changed? I'm also wondering why they didn't change Stahl. They changed Panne into Palne (which I find a good decision. Palne is prettier). For whatever reason they changed Morgan into Linfan. I'd love to hear the translators' reasons for that. Because ü sounds pretty different than u. I don't think anyone would confuse Dussel and Düssel. But. I have to say that seeing ue [ü] doesn't happen all that much. In my experience ue [ü] is only used when German words are "translated" into languages that don't have Umlaute. So the first reaction (it was mine as well) could be to read it as Du-essel. My reaction to that was almost literally "Lol, they called him Dussel". I was happy that they re-named him even though I don't like the name they chose.

I don't feel strongly about titles, but I like the sound of "Genealogy of the Holy War" because it does pique my interest. It suggests a story that spans more than one generation and war stories always have potential. The worst titles are the one word titles and the too long ones. I can't decide if "Fates" or "Awakening" is more boring. I kinda like "Gaiden", though. Also, a plus is if the names are easy to shorten (SS, PoR, RD, etc)

Orrrrrr, the Black Knight had to kill him because Greil knows who he really is. He would probably singlehandedly ruin Lehran's plans. No way that he could let Greil get away with that.

Let me say it like this: I'd be happy about a well-written protag and I'd be elated about a well-written female protag.

That's understandable; this fic was far more entrenched in lore that the previous one.

I'd be happy to hear any concrit you guys have. I still need to gather my thoughts and wait for my bad mood to pass.

Title: Whispers Fandom: Skyrim Characters: Dragonborn (aka protagonist) Gonna put a short explanation of the names in the author's note, because there was some confusion the last time. Last time it didn't matter because it wasn't important. Now it kinda is. Also, Brynne is my own creation. [spoiler=Author's Note] Dragonborn - can absorb souls of dragons and gets their power that way Daedra/daedric - think of it as Demon/demonic Molag Bal - Lesser God of Domination and Enslavement of Mortals Stendarr/Boethiah - other gods joor - dragon speech The Reach - a region in Skyrim [spoiler=story] The Vigilant of Stendarr and his pushiness had almost turned Brynne away: she knew them and their righteousness well. If they knew who she was, they would probably declare her a daedric monster and kill her. They probably had strange ideas about the Dragonborn. But the house emitted a strange aura, one that sent shivers up her arms. So she agreed to help him and followed him inside. Immediately, Brynne felt suffocated. The stench of magic was strong and a yellowish fog seemed to pour out of the basement. "This is no ordinary Daedra!" she heard the Vigilant exclaim. She wanted to turn around and leave before she could get roped into another insane quest by an Daedric Prince. She had dragons to hunt. But after the Vigilant had disappeared in the basement, she suddenly heard something. There was a barely audible whisper that crept into her ear like a slimy worm. Brynne wanted to recoil, but her body didn’t move. Instead, she perked her ears. It was a croaky whisper, a sound she knew well. So many men who had fallen under her battle axe had wished their friends or family goodbye in that tone. It was a bad idea to follow that voice. And yet, that voice moved something in her soul. The dragon souls and their need to dominate had already overtaken part of Brynne’s mind and they sensed that they would find power here. She heard the Vigilant scream. Shivers of anticipation ran down her back and she grinned. The whispering grew louder. She found the altar and felt Molag Bal’s thundering voice running through her body. But beneath that noise, she still heard that whisper. A rusty old mace was lying on top of the altar, directly in front of her eyes, and she knew it was making that the sound. It was calling for her and only for her. Brynne agreed to kill the priest of Boethiah in exchange for the mace. Her human conscience was fighting her as she searched The Reach, but her head was filled with that scratchy, seducing voice. After she had led the priest to the basement and he was caught in the black cage, she could barely keep from giggling in anticipation. The whispering had turned into a pleased humming. The dragon souls urged her to take the mace, to test it on the priest’s soft, yielding head. Brynne could’ve yelped in glee when Molag Bal ordered her to break the priest and make him submit to her. She grabbed the mace and sucked in a startled breath; a clear, caressing voice that seemed to wrap itself all around her brain rung through her head. "I demand blood." And blood she gave it. The priest yelled and begged as she smashed his bones, but he didn’t give in. She felt a surge of disappointment when he died and Molag Bal’s anger made her ears ring. But she could’ve fallen to her knees and kissed his feet when he resurrected the priest. The mace seemed to shiver with glee and its excited voice caressed her snugly. The priest’s desperate submission made Brynne angry. The mace was not satisfied. But Molag Bal ordered her to stand back until he had mocked Boethiah and his servant. Brynne felt empty and wanting when she killed the priest and the mace was restore to its daedric beauty. "Let us bring terror and pain to Tamriel," it whispered and the dragon souls roared with approval. As she stepped outside the stuffy house and into the cold night of Skyrim, she stopped dead, blinked and looked around as if she had just woken from a nightmare. Brynne’s gaze fell to the maze at her hip. "I…" "Give me what I want and I give you what you need." Brynne gasped, feeling the voice weaving through her body. The mace was demanding kills, souls for its true master, Molag Bal, to torture and devour. Her human conscience yelled at her to stop now – to throw away the mace and never look back. Interacting with the Daedric Princes never did anyone any good. The dragon souls roared and fought, but in the cold night, the human part of Brynne’s soul won. Despite the seductive whispering of the mace, she left the mace at her house in Falkreath. The mace and its voice never left Brynne as she travelled through Skyrim. She constantly wondered if it was still there, if Rayya had taken it and was giving it the blood it deserved. Almost every night she dreamt of it, of the havoc they would cause if it just were with her. Of the weight of the mace in her hand, of the sound of breaking bones, of the blood splattered over herself and the ground. The yearning for that sweet voice distracted Brynne so much that she barely made it out of the bandit hold she was supposed to clear out. Cursing the Daedric Princes and their meddling, she tried to focus on her search for the Word Walls. She managed to two weeks of dreams until she submitted. Brynne had been on the way to Dragontooth Crater after a group of merchants had told her of the dragon patrolling the air around it. She was still miles away when she smelled it. Burnt flesh – human flesh. Her nostrils flared and disgust mixed with excitement flashed through her. The dragon souls roared hungrily and filled Brynne’s limbs with the desire to run and gloat over the fiery death of joor– Brynne shook her head and dug her nails in her arms. They were growing stronger; the dragons were taking over her mind and the mace would make it worse. Sometimes, in a lucid moment, she understood that she was losing her humanity. That she had let them roam her mind and soul too freely and that she could barely remember the person she had been before she absorbed the first dragon soul. But then they would take over again and she would stop caring and even forget. A grin crept onto her face as the two charred, twisted bodies entered her line of sight. The dragons were gloating, laughing about the pathetic joore and how amusing they looked like when they were dying in agony. Brynne tried to be disgusted, but deep in her soul she shuddered in delight at the mental image. Grimacing, she stormed towards the dragon in front of the World Wall. A week later, she stood in front of her home. She listened carefully, yearning for the mace’s whisper. They had won. She couldn’t take the silence anymore. For painfully long seconds, she was afraid it was gone. There was no whispering. "If it’s gone… I will hunt them down…" she mumbled under her breath. Carefully, she pushed the front door open. Brynne listened for her steward, but the house remained silent. Suddenly lurching forward, she ran to the trophy room, threw the doors open and almost crashed into the showcase of her mace. She almost broke down; it was still there. Reverently, she picked it up. "I’m sorry," she whispered and held the mace up, tracing its intricate design with her eyes, "I’ve learnt my lesson. I will never leave you behind again." Her grasp on the mace tightened and terror began to creep up her spine. "Please talk to me. Tell me what you want. How can I atone for my sin?" "Bathe me in blood." Brynne moaned in relief like a Skooma addict after the first gulp. "I will," she whispered eagerly, "we will. You’ll never be free of blood, I swear on my life." A manic grin spread over Brynne’s face. "The world shall tremble in fear, Champion of Molag Bal."

I've never been into shapeshifters or animal people (which is kinda funny considering my nick at the moment), but I dig Skrimir's hair. It looks so fluffy~ I also like Caineghis/Giffca after I found cute fanart for them <3

Ana, I know that it can hurt if no one gives you a vote or a review, but you have to remember that writing is also about personal taste. You found your audience on deviantart and ff.net (and maybe somewhere else); you gave those people what they liked and they praised you for it. But the audience isn't the same on every site. If for some reason the reaction of one site is different than that of another, it doesn't mean that your writing is objectively bad and all those other people are liars. It just means that the general audience of the first site has a different taste. Like some people like John Green's works and others hate them with the passion of a thousand suns. I guess being a writer/lover of freaking rare pairings/characters is sometimes advantageous.

Hm, I'm not entering after all. My piece is only ~700 words long and I already think it should be more succinct. Looking forward to the next contest, though. Good luck for you, guys.

Hm, I'm not sure if a temporary restriction of hearing would be appropriate. Kinda like a tinnitus?