Dragoncat

It's really up to you! If it were me, I'd give bigger stories their own topic, and things like oneshots, combine them.

I copy and paste my stuff directly in, but I've seen people do links, it doesn't really matter imo. And yes, all fics are allowed. I've seen pokemon ones for example and the mods allow them.

Chapter 6: Trouble Brewing April 12, 651 Melior, Crimea Cerai looked at the bags of supplies and scratched her head. She had failed to think this through. Blaze, her wyvern, was tied to a hitching pole a few blocks down. How was she going to get all these bags to her without killing herself? It wasn’t hard getting them out of the shop, but... “Oh! Do you need help with those bags?” The voice startled her a little. Behind her was a blond man. He was dressed in typical civilian garb, but he looked way too fit...almost like he fought for a living. He had a companion too: a green haired man, same thing. Civilian clothing but looked more buff than average. Maybe these two were carpenters? Whatever, it didn’t matter. They had offered to help. She could use it. “Sure, thanks.” She smiled and picked up one of the bags. The men picked up the rest, and the blond one looked at her and tilted his head. “I can get that one too.” “There’s five bags, you’re each taking two. I think I can handle one.” Cerai hoisted the bag over her shoulders. “Follow me.” She led them to where the orange scaled wyvern was tied up. Blaze screeched happily at the sight of her rider, but her blue eyes were fixed on the two men like she was wondering who they were and why they were here. The green haired man put his bags down and blinked. “A wyvern? Are you from the air force?” “Used to be.” Cerai replied. “Long story, but yes, I do have air force ties.” She started strapping the bags to Blaze. “You’re too pretty for that, if you ask me.” The blond man said with a grin. “If the rest of your day is free after you get these bags home-” “No thanks.” Cerai interrupted. “The rest of my day is NOT free.” That was a lie, but this guy was looking like a skirt chasing scoundrel. She didn’t want to waste time and energy dealing with him. She gave him her best “I’m serious, you don’t want to cross me” look and subtly reached for her lance, which was strapped to Blaze. Luckily, it worked. The blond man backed off. “I see.” He said. “Have a safe trip back.” Cerai thanked them and took off into the air. The two men watched her leave. The blond one sighed. “She’s gone. Curse my luck...” “Maybe you should stop trying to make a move on every woman you meet. Or assuming helping a lady with bags entitles you to a dinner date.” His companion said. “...But I have to admit, she is kinda cute...” “Agh, forget about it. We still have supplies of our own to get.” April 12, 651 Crimean skies Blaze snorted and wobbled in the air. Cerai took one hand off the reins and scratched her behind the fleshy ruff on her head. “I know, these bags do weigh us down. Good thing most bandits can’t fly, right?” Blaze snorted again in response. “I say most bandits, because I know there are laguz bandits, but normally the bird tribes are in Begnion or at sea. The thugs we deal with are too stupid to learn to ride a horse, let alone a wyvern...” She was talking to her like she could talk back. Some people might call that weird, but wyverns weren’t just dumb reptiles. Blaze might not understand every word, but she did understand some of it and she responded in her own way. She came to a sudden stop when a man on a black wyvern zoomed by right in front of them. Cerai shook her fist at him. “Watch it, asshole!” Blaze growled and flared out her face ruff, likely swearing at the black wyvern like Cerai had swore at the rider. But they were moving too fast to hear or notice. Freya and Kurt were waiting outside the fort when Cerai arrived with the supplies. Kurt was brushing his horse, Stella. He looked up and smiled. “Did you get the apples?” “Yeah, but some idiot cut me off and I had to stop real quickly, so if they’re bruised, I’m sorry.” Cerai began to remove the bags with her friends’ help. When they were done, Blaze snorted and walked away to take a nap. The black mare whinnied and started sniffing one of the bags. Kurt patted her. “There’s no hiding treats from you.” He grabbed an apple and gave it to her. Stella whinnied again and started eating. “You say some idiot cut you off?” Freya asked. “What did they look like?” “Guy on a black wyvern.” Cerai said. “Didn’t see what the guy looked like. But the wyvern was black. Why?” “I think the same guy dropped this off.” Freya removed an envelope from her pockets. “It’s addressed to the Greil Mercenaries. He must’ve confused us for them. He left before I could tell him his mistake.” “Stella thought he was you.” Kurt added. “She heard the wing beats and came running like she knew I told you to get her treats. She had quite the long face when she didn’t see you." Freya smirked. “Kurt, horses ALWAYS have long faces.” Cerai laughed, took the envelope, and looked at it. “If only we knew where their base was. Then we could give it to them.” “It might be close.” Freya said. “I remember when I was with my parents and brother like a year ago, we passed through the area on the other side of the river, and there was a good sized fort. It didn’t look abandoned.” Her parents owned a merchant convoy. Her older brother was an archer and her father was a swordsman as well. Freya had joined the Whitefires to sharpen her own sword skills, and in return, her merchant family gave them discounts. Cerai glanced at Blaze, who was napping under a tree. “We can try I guess, but I don’t think she’ll be happy if she has to get up and go again. Do you think you can lead Leo and maybe Samba there? I’ll stay here and unload the supplies.” “I’ll help.” Kurt offered. Freya nodded. “Sure, I’ll get my sword and some vulneraries.” When the Whitefires had to go somewhere, they normally went in armed groups of three in case they ran into bandits. The rest stayed behind to guard the fort. Cerai and Leo sometimes went into town alone since most bandits couldn’t fly. But anywhere else, they took a few others along. April 12, 651 Crimean countryside Freya led Leo and Samba to the riverbank. They had just passed a sign pointing them to the Greil Mercenaries, so they knew they were on the right track. “There should be a bridge somewhere around here.” Freya said. “But I don’t remember which way to go to find it.” “I can go up and look for it.” Leo had been walking with Frostbite instead of flying. It was easier to keep track of his companions that way. The others nodded, and he flew up a short distance, about as high as a house, then came back down after a moment. “That way.” He pointed in the direction of the bridge. But when they reached the bridge, Samba’s tail bristled. “Did you see any other bridges?” The bridge was old, rickety, and looked like it could fall apart. Leo shook his head sadly. “Unfortunately, no...I can just fly across, you guys be careful. I suggest one at a time.” “Look at this.” Freya pointed at the wooden planks that made up the bridge. On the opposite side towards the middle, some of the planks were obviously newer. “Somebody’s been doing some repairs.” “I wish they were repairing this side first.” Samba grumbled. “But it can’t be helped. Wish me luck.” He transformed, since claws and two more legs would be a big help if the bridge gave out. The bridge creaked a little, but he managed to reach the other side and shift back. Freya followed, and Leo crossed the river with one flying leap from Frostbite. On the other side of the river, after a little more walking, a fort came into view. It was slightly bigger than the Whitefire base, but the stables were smaller, like they only contained horses and not wyverns too. Leo moved forward and knocked on the door. The shutters on one of the windows opened just enough that a pair of red eyes was visible, glaring down at the visitors. Freya waved. “Is this where the Greil Mercenaries are? We have a message.” “No.” The voice had an unfriendly, annoyed sounding tone. “They have never been here. They are...elsewhere.” “Then why is there a sign on the other side of the river saying they’re close?” Leo walked over to the window. The shutters snapped shut. “I told you, don’t send away salesmen until we know what they’re selling!” Another voice, and then the shutters opened again, this time showing a pair of blue eyes. “...You don’t look like salesmen.” “Sorry to bother you.” Samba said. “We have a message for the Greil Mercenaries, if they’re not here, do you know where they are?” The eyes in the window stared blankly. “You with the wyvern, is your name Leo by any chance?” Leo blinked. “Yes...” “Aha! Now I get it. You can come in.” The door opened. A tall, buff man with messy blue hair stepped out. He was wearing what looked like a battle tunic, there was no armor but it looked like it could easily be added. He also had a dark green tied headband. “Come on in, I’ll explain everything.” A long black haired man gave them a death glare, then left the room. “Don’t mind him, he’s always grumpy.” The blue haired man showed the three visitors to an area with chairs. “Sit down.” “...You’re Commander Ike, aren’t you?” Freya raised an eyebrow. “Why did your friend say you’ve never been here?” “Believe it or not, that wasn’t just him trying to get rid of you.” Ike sat down on one of the chairs and spoke to his visitors like they were old friends of his. “We are...lying low at the moment. Our employer doesn’t want everybody and their uncle to know we’re still around. Which is why we’ve been removing the signs, but apparently we missed one. It’s also why you guys, the Whitefire Mercenaries, have been getting more jobs lately.” “And you trust us with that information?” Samba’s eyes widened. “Word on the street is that you have honor, and the bandit gangs either hate your guts or tremble in their boots when they hear your name. I think I can trust you.” Ike paused. “Everyone else is in Melior making grocery and supply runs. It’s just me and Soren. You said you had a message?” “Um, yeah.” Leo took out the envelope and handed it to Ike. “Somebody delivered it to us instead of you.” Ike tore open the envelope and unfolded the paper inside. He read it to himself, his eyes widening and seeming to flash. “...Fantastic.” He muttered under his breath. “Thanks for the warning, Jerec...but there’s trouble brewing here too.” Samba’s ears flicked, and Ike remembered that laguz had stronger hearing. He probably heard that. Ike sighed. “The reason we’re undercover...there’s reports of a possible rebellion, a plan to overthrow the queen. It appears to...come from within the nobility. I’m not asking you to do anything to help. Keep doing what you’ve been doing, just keep your eyes and ears open and be prepared for something to go down. The Greil Mercenaries will handle things if they get to that point.” With that, Ike sent them off.

Really? REALLY? That's news to me! Care to explain?

Looks great so far, but I think you're missing some races. Nuen = human/nue hybrid, but nue isn't listed.

Could be. OR even if it doesn't mention a specific name, the magic might work so it's just that king. But it looks like not.

Yeah after I posted that I remembered that it was the king before Naesala. But exactly, if that was the case, why would it still be in effect?

Yeah, that seems like a last minute "let's make Pelleas only available after the first playthrough, but how?" kind of thing. If destroying the document works, by rights it should work if the person who signed it is dead. The game says those are the two requirements for having it nullified. If that was really so, then Naesala wouldn't just be able to kill Lekain and shred the paper, he'd have to die too. I wish such a long game wouldn't have second playthrough + only characters in the first place. Or at least have another dark magic user that isn't.

Speaking of "the goddess herself", does it say anywhere how breaking the terms of the pact causes a plague? It sounds like tapping into the dark god/Yune or something of that nature. Is it automatic, or does Lekain have to find out and cast a spell? If it's the former, I think everybody saying "it's magical, Sanaki can't do anything" is the case, if the latter, no, because then there wouldn't be magic involved until then.

The contract in The Little Mermaid is also magical. Lemme find the original post: While Lekain would definitely do that, if the law works like ours or similar, there could still be a way. Idk.

I just read an interesting thing where what looked like a lawyer went on twitter and explained why the plot of The Little Mermaid, where Ariel signs a contract with Ursula, has legal holes that Ariel could exploit and not have to give up her voice or soul. It got me wondering about the blood pact in RD. One of the points was that Triton, being king of the sea, could easily veto the contract, and I know that the Apostle has authority over the senators, so couldn't she do that? I know the current Apostle probably wasn't alive when the pact was made, at least not the first one with Kilvas. And I'm aware of the shenanigans with her not being the "true Apostle" because she can't hear the voice of Ashera. But she is still an authority figure and the goddesses probably have little interest/involvement in mortal law. There's also the issue of her being a minor I guess, but in that case her direct advisors(Sigrun and Tanith)could probably have enough clout. I don't remember if Sanaki knew about the pact or not. The senators could've been hiding it from her. Does anyone with more knowledge on the legal system know if she could've vetoed it if she knew about it? Discuss!

OH! I see now! Yeah that would be cool, but it's said (or heavily implied) that Mozu is just a common villager. I mean she had a mom in the village. Somebody posing as a farmer would probably not have family in that same village. Exactly, hence why I included it in the article.

Why Mozu, may I ask? That's where I got most of my guesses on the culture. It says right there that they try not to get close to allies. Well it's not too far of a stretch.

Sharing this article I wrote, considered putting it in creative but...I'd like some discussion on other people's headcanons too, which doesn't usually happen in creative. http://www.gameskinny.com/taleh/fire-emblem-ninja-lore-vs-real-life-ninja-lore Tell me what you think and discuss!

I saw somebody who had "I eat ass" on their card. Yeah, it's immature, but...it's either that or the flawed censor in Pokemon that blocks normal innocent words because they happen to include a curse word in French or something.

Chapter 5: A Startling Discovery April 10, 651 Nevassa, Daein How unlucky could one guy be? Jerec had slept through the Rider meeting because the damn rooster kicked the bucket the night before. The thing was old and had a nasty attitude, but he relied on him to wake him up. He had been staying with some former Daein castle guards in Nevassa since Queen Nyra had named him a Rider. They had been kind enough to open their home for him, they were a sweet old couple, and they never had children for some reason, so they had started treating him like a son. All three of them overslept because of the rooster’s passing. The little old lady tried to convince her husband to get a new one, and her husband just said: “Why? We don’t have to get up early anymore, we’re retired.” Xemar and Valmas were in the castle courtyard when he got there. Xemar gave Jerec the stinkeye, and Jerec gave him it back. “The rooster died. Blame it, not me.” “You beorc and your reliance on stupid creatures.” “Cut him some slack, he’s been on time every other time.” Jerec nodded. “Thanks, Valmas. Now...was Her Highness mad at all?” “She waited longer than she should have in my opinion.” Valmas replied. “She looked a little annoyed, but that’s it.” “Neither of you seemed to notice how she’s been acting in these meetings. Jerec, she makes eye contact with you way too much. She’s probably annoyed you didn’t show up because she’s interested in you in more ways than one.” Valmas looked shocked. “What?” “You heard me.” Xemar shrugged. “I know how beorc at that age are, plus being queen...well, that would make it even more important to her. It’s not that hard to figure out. She’s trying to get his attention because she wants him as her king and the father of her future heir.” Jerec’s eyes nearly rolled out of his head. “Since when are you an expert on beorc politics and courtship? Those are assumptions. Nothing more. It’s common courtesy to make eye contact when speaking with someone about something important.” “Okay, this is getting nowhere fast, Xemar. We’re supposed to tell him what went on at that meeting. Not make ridiculous claims to try to get under his skin.” “I’m just saying, young adult beorc tend to have that on their mind a lot. You were there once, you should know!” Now it was Valmas’ turn to roll his eyes. “I’m taking him elsewhere and I’m going to fill him in. You won’t follow. Got it? Good.” The news made Jerec’s heart sink to the pit of his stomach. Nyra was after the Fire Emblem, a legendary bronze medallion that a dark god was sealed in. Her father, Ashnard, had started the war four years ago in an attempt to get his hands on it. He wanted to awaken the god and harness its power, remake the world so that power would override authority. The medallion was a dangerous thing. Very few people could touch it without being overwhelmed by its chaotic energy and literally going berserk. Jerec knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it. You had to have a special sort of serenity, which he definitely didn’t have. Neither did Nyra and certainly not her late father. Valmas said she was doing research to try to find a way to handle the medallion without negative side effects. But her reasoning for wanting to find it scared him. “My father was doing a good thing for the world.” She had apparently said. “Nature has always been survival of the fittest. Society has it all wrong, why allow the weak to prosper when they have nothing to offer? It’s time to take back our world! We will find that medallion, but first, we have to eliminate all who would stand in our way.” Valmas had quite the memory if he could memorize that speech and repeat it word for word. Impressive, but Jerec still had a bad feeling about this. No doubt who the queen would target first...the man he was thinking of could take care of himself in a fight, but he pictured an army at his door in the middle of the night, armed to the teeth and sent to kill... He would be a bad friend if he didn’t at least warn him. April 11, 651 Talrega, Daein “Sleeping as usual, I see.” The long pink haired woman had been looking for her friend, and found him by the floodgates of Talrega, both him and his wyvern snoozing away. The floodgates held back the waters of both the Ribahn River and Shifu Swamp in the rainy season. During the war, when the Crimean army was passing through, General Petrine had ordered them opened with the intention of slowing the enemy down. The town could have been wiped out. Maybe it was a good thing Crimea won that battle. The man didn’t even flinch when she kicked him. She snapped her fingers in front of her steed’s muzzle to get his attention. The green wyvern had been interested in a nearby flock of robins looking for worms in the mud. His red eyed gaze turned to his rider, who pointed at their snoozing companions. “Camo, you know what to do. Wake!” The wyvern grabbed the man by his shirt collar and flung him into the air. He let out a loud whimper, then an oof when he landed, right on his own wyvern’s tail. The black wyvern screeched, then growled softly. “Jill, what in the...” His brown hair was in a mess, and his single eye, the one not covered by a patch, smoldered with annoyance. “What have I told you about doing that?!” “What have I told YOU about sleeping on duty? I swear to gods, Haar, sometimes you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” “I’m not on duty.” Haar replied. “Cristal is.” “You’re right, she is now. You’re lucky she was willing to take another shift! Today was supposed to be your day! Yesterday was hers.” Haar stared blankly. “...Oh, right. Sorry. It’s so hard keeping track of whose turn it is. But we haven’t had an attack in awhile, so I don’t see the point of constant guard duty. Well, I suppose there were those bandits last week...” “And you almost slept through that too!” “Not my fault they put me on the morning shift.” “It wouldn’t matter!” Jill snapped. “You sleep in the morning, evening, and in between. I think you get WAY too much sleep! But anyway...” She reached into the bag she was carrying and pulled out an envelope. “This is to go into Crimea. Greil Mercenaries. I can’t do it because I have mail going to Begnion. Last I checked, you have other mail going into Crimea. Can you handle that?” Haar blinked slowly. “Oh yeah, me and Somnus have a run to do tomorrow. No problem...Greil Mercenaries, huh...wonder how Ike’s doing. He’s a good young man. Talented too. Wonder how he got all the good luck. I can’t lead an army without getting my eye shot out, but him? No trouble at all. Must’ve got it from his old man. They say he was a general...” “If I had to guess,” Jill said with a smirk. “It’s because he’s nowhere near as lazy as you are. Now here’s the pay.” She handed him some coins. Haar counted the money and nodded. “Yep, this will do. Tomorrow I’m off first thing in the morning after breakfast.” Jill had a feeling he meant “first thing in the morning, after breakfast, and after a nap”. But despite his laziness, Haar was reliable with the mail. Mail carrying paid well, so that was a good thing.

I looked it up on youtube and I was like "Oh, Roro's battle theme?" It's good but I wish it was longer. I realize that since it's a FE battle theme making it longer would mean nobody would hear the last half of it or whatever. But they could've done like...have an intro, then play the rest of it sans intro every future time. Like the fire dragon's theme in FE7 or Ashnard's. Then again those are both final bosses too. Meh.

Yeah but sometimes it can refuse to register. Like...the beginning where you had to fix the broken sword on the statue? I almost wanted to pull my hair out. It took me WAY too many tries. I mean, I can see how it would be awkward on the ps2, but it's not perfect. The Z button doesn't really help unless you're doing waterspout. It goes diagonal. I discovered waterspout is much easier with Z, a life saver in the digging minigame when you need to move quick and make every brush stroke count. I ended up using inkfinity stones in the second and third digging minigame regardless...

Interesting idea, I guess I can see Effie being in on it...

I figured there was something wind related in its name, but! It still looks like a laser bow. They couldve made it look more like the gale boomerang in Zelda...but idk.

A bit of a backstory here: On a FE RP forum I'm a member of, they recently added an area where you can be canon characters. The first RP in that area, The Rough Waves Ahead, was an AU of the Revelations route where Corrin is evil, basically. I claimed Saizo, Kagero, Asugi, and Beruka and wrote this as practice: Then I wrote this to further explain the headcanon I had crafted. Wikipedia was a great, interesting research source. There was apparently a Saizo irl. He was a part of a group of ninjas called the Sanada Ten Braves. Kasai means fire in Japanese, it fits him perfectly. Kaze means wind so yeah. Speaking of Kaze, the person who had him in Rough Waves Ahead ships him with Camilla. Not my pairing, but I catered to it for obvious reasons. Unfortunately we didn't get to the Kotaro showdown :( The GM isn't active enough anymore, he's focusing on getting a voice acting career. They're starting another Fates RP with a different plot that I will still be the four I was. But I had to write how that fight might've gone down. If you read all that, please post your comments in this thread :)

Fujin Yumi doesn't look like a wind bow at all. It looks more like a laser bow. Rajinto is obviously thunder though...

I played wii too! I was afraid to specify the version. Afraid of getting "wii version sucks, play ps2 version". I wouldn't put it past people, the brush in the wii version can be a major pain in the butt at times... But I haven't played Xenoblade.

I'm trying! Believe me when I say the next chapter is in the works.

You might be playing as a god, but that doesn't mean kids can be born like 10 years old...and okay, fair enough. Some people arent interested in fan content/OCs. No, I didn't get all the stray beads. Not big on 100%ing.