Dragoncat

Chapter 3: Fire and Ice November 28, 650 Melior, Crimea While it was typical for it to be cold this time of year, usually Crimea’s neighbor got the big blizzards. But the cold front rolling down the mountains between Crimea and Daein had dropped more snow than Keira had ever seen in her life. Some of the drifts were as tall as horses, and the young woman and her parents had been snowed in for two days until the storm passed. “I suppose I won’t be getting that ice tome today.” Keira commented as she looked out the window. “There’s enough of it out there already.” Her father burst into a laugh. “Good thing you have that fire tome! Why don’t you go help the queen’s mages? Maybe they’ll pay you!” There were a few mages outside using fire magic to clear away the snow as people stood by to watch. Keira turned to her father, a blank expression on her face. “Rosso, they seem to be managing well enough on their own.” Keira’s mother said calmly. The woman looked almost nothing like her husband and daughter. She lacked the sea green colored hair, instead having blue hair that was long and wavy. Her eyes, however, had been passed down. Keira had gotten her mother’s light green eyes. Her father’s were gray. Rosso scowled. “Our girl’s got talent, Irene! I say she should use it!” “I’ll clear the snow from our property, but Mom’s right. They don’t need my help.” Keira put on her coat and boots, then walked out the door with the fire tome in her hand. She chose to start in the front yard. The royal mages hadn’t gotten this far into the residential area yet. They were getting close though, and judging from the sacks they carried, they were charging for the snow removal. Didn’t they get paid enough already? Keira found it hard to believe that Queen Elincia was letting them make this charity into a paid service. She could see Calill among them, who was hard to miss considering she wasn’t bundled up as much as the others. Wasn’t she cold? She was just wearing light robes, a scarf, and ear muffs. And she seemed to be barking orders more than actually melting the snow. Typical Calill...but if anybody didn’t need the extra cash, it was her. She owned a tavern for crying out loud. Surely that along with what she was paid by the queen would be enough to support her family. Her husband had been heavily wounded in the war, he couldn’t do much, so Calill was the main breadwinner. Rumor had it they were considering adopting a baby because they were having trouble conceiving one of their own. Keira turned her attention to the biggest snow drift in the yard and cast fire on it. The burst of flame melted a hole in the drift, but didn’t destroy it like the royal mages’ flames did. “I think you’ll need a more powerful fire tome, try elburn or arcsear.” She jumped and turned around, startled by the voice. The man looked about her age. He was wearing a hooded coat and fur lined boots, and his hands were in the coat pockets. His dark brown eyes gave off a friendly and intelligent vibe, and a few strands of black hair were sticking out from under the hood. “Pardon me, I didn’t mean to startle you. Sometimes I’m too helpful for my own good...” He shrugged and extended a hand in greeting. “Darcen of the Whitefire Mercenaries, at your service.” Keira shyly took his hand and shook it. “That group led by the twin wyvern riders and the laguz? I wasn’t aware they had a mage.” “Technically I’m a shaman, but yes. I’m their only tome user. You look a bit like the blacksmith we go to a lot...Rosso. Any relation?” “Yeah.” Keira nodded. “I’m his daughter. My name’s Keira.” Darcen smiled. “Well met. Is that Lady Calill over there? I think it is...she’s going to freeze her tail off.” “She’s not a laguz, but I know what you mean.” “Well if she was and had a tail, it would be frozen off!” Keira chuckled softly. “Well I hate to be rude, but I’m pretty sure my parents want this snow cleared. And if basic fire won’t do it, we have a bit of a problem. I’m not as skilled as those royal mages...” Darcen’s eyes twinkled as he removed a tome from his pockets. “Let’s see what dark magic will do. Stand back.” The dark blast collided with the snow drift, made a loud bang, and shattered it into small clumps. The clumps flew in the direction of the spell caster and buried him in a pile of snow. Keira jumped out of the way, but got splattered anyway. Darcen flailed, spitting snow, and grabbed Keira’s hand as she reached down to help him up. “That was...different.” He brushed himself off and shivered. “What tome was that?” Keira was trying not to laugh. “Noxfluo. It drains the target’s energy and gives it to the caster...of course it would throw the snow back at me. Pretty stupid of me. I broke the first rule of magic. Never play with it...” “THERE you are!” An orange haired man on a black horse trotted up, followed by a cat laguz with a gray striped tail. The laguz smirked. “You can play in the snow with this...random girl later. I thought you were above childish games, Darcen.” Darcen’s face reddened. “I wasn’t playing in the snow. Long story. And this ‘random girl’ is the blacksmith’s daughter, and a fellow mage.” He turned to Keira. “These are two of my companions. The cavalier is Kurt. And the nosy furball is Samba.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Samba’s ears pricked. “Ah well...everyone’s done with their supply runs. Amiel had quite the confused look on his face when he looked up and saw you weren’t there. That’s what Leo told me. I wasn’t at the magic shop.” “He went there because he heard some guy talking about a magic sword.” Kurt explained. “Like the goddess blessed swords kinda...it makes a shockwave of wind magic. Cerai just went, ‘Okay, but don’t blow yourself up.’ Then come to find out the thing wasn’t even there, but it was at the weapon shop and somebody had already bought it by the time we got there. Freya was pretty ticked. She wanted it.” “Wait a second!” Keira ran after them as they tried to leave. “...Magic sword? Seriously?” Kurt pulled on Stella’s reins and stopped. “Yeah, apparently. To me it sounds like a hoax. The goddess blessed swords are magic because they’re, well, goddess blessed. Replicating that? Sounds just about impossible. Somebody’s going to be very disappointed with their new weapon and somebody’s going to be in trouble for false advertising.” Keira already had the idea in her head and the cavalier wasn’t going to convince her otherwise. “Thanks for the help with the snow! Got to go.” And then she ran back into the house while the three Whitefires left.

The only one that made a bit of sense: http://explosm.net/rcg/iprjmvbae

...can I still post in here? Is it necroposting if it's still on the front page? It is hard to lose a furry companion. When my black lab I had for 13 years had to be put down it hit me pretty hard :( I completely understand. To console myself I thought about how much pain she was in and now her suffering is over. Still made me cry for a long time though. I don't know how religious you are Blah, but I read a story once that's pretty daww about this subject. A couple had to put their dog down and they were sitting with their 6 year old son talking about how unfair it is that animals have shorter lives than people. The kid had the answer: "God sends us to earth to teach us things, like how to be kind and loving and nice. Dogs already know that, so they don't have to stay as long."

Giving up steam is easy xD I haven't abandoned this though! In fact I'm starting a new chapter now. The holidays were...the holidays. Busy.

These puns are driving me in-Sain. They've really hit a new Lowen. Welcome to the forest. Haha, does your usertitle/whatever reference Carlos from Magic School Bus? My childhood there.

Hell yeah, but that would be an instant first place xD I might just keep it for the coolness factor even if I can't play it, but it is a big if.

Well I'll give it a shot. I have an idea :) Annnd I don't have a NES or SNES, so if I get the oldschool prize...I'd probably sell it on Ebay. Really I'm more interested in the newschool one. So I'm wondering the same thing pretty much. Would I be able to trade it? Would it be okay to sell it? I probably won't win that but you never know.

It looks cool, but why restrict it to Awakening? Why not just Lego FE?

That he does...I neglected to say that because I thought people would know. Or you would say it for me xD I see you have no problem with him feeding a wyvern cake when he was ten. I needed some way for Valmas to remember him, other than just knowing Bryce.

Chapter 2: The General's Son November 3, 650 Nevassa, Daein Bit by bit, Queen Nyra was gathering information about her heritage. She had all the research material she would ever need in the royal library, but her father was rarely mentioned, so she had to fill in the blanks. This wasn’t surprising, considering Ashnard was the most recent king. Not much had been written about him yet. She had started at the oldest records she could find. Most of it was stuff she learned already in school, but occasionally she would find something she didn’t know. Her paternal granduncle, King Zachias, had died of a nasty sickness. The sickness could only be described as a plague. It killed a great amount of Daeins and as a result, the country was weakened and vulnerable. Her father wasn’t even next in line, but he ended up being the only one who was healthy enough to beat the plague and take the throne. But why was her true parentage kept a secret for all those years? Her mother wasn’t a peasant or anything, and there was no queen to hide the relationship from. Her mother always changed the subject when it was brought up, it was like trying to get information out of a two year old. Some elderly Daein nobles gave Nyra an answer, however. According to them, her mother had her eye on her father back when he was still a prince. Her maternal grandparents said he was trouble, but her mother didn’t believe them, and during her father’s coronation, they snuck out after the main event was over and nine months later, Nyra was born. Ashnard showed little to no interest in Jaclyn after that night of passion. Jaclyn hoped he would propose to her after he adjusted to being king, but he never did, and he even denied that Nyra was his. No wonder Nyra couldn’t get her mother to tell her that, she must still be feeling heartbroken and betrayed. Nobody was perfect. Ashnard was young at the time, with no plans for the future other than ruling Daein his way. A queen and an heir would just slow him down. Maybe he should’ve thought of that before he let his hormones take over, but it didn’t matter now. It happened, and Nyra was where she was meant to be. She was reading a book on war tactics when a castle guard opened the door and walked in. “Your highness, he has finally shown up. He has time to speak with you.” “He” was the only known relation to Daein’s Four Riders, the highest ranking generals in the country, who had all been either slain in the war or disappeared without a trace. Petrine had been Nyra’s mentor, she had been slain. The man known only as the Black Knight had been crushed by a crumbling tower. Lanvega had been missing for six years. Bryce had also been slain, but his son was still around. Nyra had began looking for the son nearly half a year ago. He was a traveling mercenary, and he spent most of his nights in inns. He never stayed in one place for long, so it was difficult to track him down. The guard left, and the son of Bryce strolled in. He had Bryce’s dark red hair, the family resemblance was there. Nyra didn’t know what color Bryce’s eyes were, but his son’s were a deep purple. He was wearing an outfit typical of a lance wielding soldier, only with a small cloak. He was also a head or two taller than she was. She had to stand on her tiptoes as he approached to look down on him, but then he bowed, making her feel awkward for trying to use height as a sign of authority. She nodded and lowered herself back down. “Sir Jerec, thank you for coming.” “Just Jerec would be fine, milady. I don’t care much for formalities.” Nyra blinked. “Well then...I assume you have some idea why you’re here. Your father was one of the Four Riders. I’m trying to find people to fill those positions, I have two already. Normally we try not to have rider successors be related by blood to the former, but I’ll make an exception here because we’ve lost all of them.” “There’s a rumor floating around that says there was no sign of the Black Knight in the wreckage of that tower.” Jerec said. “No armor, no corpse, nothing. He might still be alive.” “If he is, he must not be interested. I haven’t seen him or heard from him. It’s just a rumor anyway.” Jerec nodded. “That’s true. So, you want me to carry the torch in my dad’s place, right? Who are the two you mentioned?” “I will take you to them. They should be in the castle training arena. Both of them are persistent with their combat practice.” Nyra moved toward the door, still keeping eye contact with Jerec. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to do the same once you get there...” She left the library and beckoned for him to follow. “You’ll have to keep moving and watch the sky.” Daein did have some pretty nasty snowstorms around this time of year...but what did that have to do with anything? Didn’t the arena have a roof? Those were the thoughts going through Jerec’s head as he followed Nyra. She allowed him to pick a practice lance out of the closet when they reached their destination. It did have a roof...but now he understood why she said “watch the sky”. Both of the others appeared to be on wyverns, one black and one brown. But when he looked closer, the black one definitely wasn’t a wyvern...it had front legs whereas wyverns just had back legs, and there was no one on its back. Was that...a dragon laguz? His suspicion was confirmed when both swooped down and landed. The black one stood on its hind legs and transformed into a silver haired man. The dragon man looked at Jerec and smirked. “Is this the son of Rider Bryce? He looks...tacky and untrained. And I thought beorc in the military taught their young to fight...” “One more word and I’ll show you how wrong you are!” Jerec spat, pointing his lance at the silver haired black dragon. “Why are you even here? Go back to Goldoa!” Nyra stepped between them. “Stop! That’s an order. Xemar, that was an unnecessary comment. Jerec, my father worked with dragons. They’re powerful, and they make better allies than the flea ridden furballs of Gallia and the flying pests of Kilvas and Phoenicis. Xemar has proved himself worthy, so here he will stay.” After a brief awkward silence, Jerec shrugged and looked at the brown wyvern’s rider. The man was tall, blond, and looked like he was in his early forties. Jerec blinked. “...Valmas, right? I think I remember you.” “I remember you.” Valmas nodded, but kept his expression blank. “You were that little boy who almost made Terra too fat to fly by feeding her cake.” The wyvern screeched softly, as if she remembered. Nyra chuckled. “You already know each other I see...” “Yeah, he knew my father.” Jerec said. “Last time I saw him, I was ten. Him and his wife were expecting-” Valmas winced at that. Jerec frowned. “...Didn’t turn out well?” “Jaina had too many complications...she bled to death during the birth.” Valmas explained. “On top of that, my son...my little Connor...” And then he turned away and hung his head. “The whelp was dead on arrival, as the story goes.” Xemar said. “I’m really sorry to hear that.” Jerec didn’t know if he would be able to get along with Xemar at all. Were all dragon laguz that blunt and unsympathetic? He still wondered why the queen had put a foreigner in such an important position, but now wasn’t the time or place to ask. Valmas turned back to Jerec and patted his shoulder. “You’re a good young one. Your father raised you well, you know that?” “Lady Nyra, your highness, the papers.” A guard suddenly walked into the arena. “The royal council needs your signature.” “Oh, how long was I out?” “Two hours, milady.” Nyra nodded and walked out, leaving Jerec behind. Xemar transformed and unfurled his wings. “Okay, show me what you’ve got. Don’t worry, I know just to breathe out small static bolts...” Each type of dragon laguz had a different breath element. For black dragons, it was lightning. Jerec heard Valmas mutter something about the static bolts not being very small, but chose to ignore it. He raised his lance and prepared to charge. He was in the arena with two strong opponents, so why not get some practice in...

New chapter is being added now. Sorry about the wait. Holidays...

Oh yeah it was Elice. Derp. SD didn't get much character development for anybody as far as I remember though.

Nintendo, make this happen!

Haha yeeeeaaah. Good going Marth. Luckily it works out for him in the end, but... Caeda says he's a "naive, scared child" or something to that effect so it is in character. But I'm getting the feeling if he wasn't royalty, he'd be dead a long time ago for trusting someone he shouldn't. Then again, there's going to be more people trying to lead royals into traps that cost them their lives than commoners.

I think I'm getting, make Katarina look like a good person so they'd be caught off guard. Something like that?

Cool idea. I'll say if the kid is male, you divide the mother's growth rates by 2, but a female would divide the father's. Since I created a few canon pair kids...meaning both parents are canon characters, not necessarily canon ending. Mist HP: 40 Str: 25 Mag: 45 Skl: 55 Spd: 50 Lck: 70 Def: 25 Res: 40 Rolf HP: 85 Str: 75 Mag: 10 Skl: 45 Spd: 45 Lck: 35 Def: 35 Res: 20 Lily HP: 83 Str: 63 Mag: 50 Skl: 78 Spd: 73 Lck: 88 Def: 43 Res: 50 Decent troubadour if I say so myself. Yes I know the troubadour class doesn't exist in PoR/RD...it's the closest to Mist's class though and I'm not changing it. She does have higher than average strength though xD Marcia HP: 70 Str: 30 Mag: 20 Skl: 40 Spd: 65 Lck: 50 Def: 35 Res: 35 Kieran HP: 75 Str: 60 Mag: 15 Skl: 40 Spd: 30 Lck: 30 Def: 60 Res: 25 Mack HP: 75 Str: 75 Mag: 35 Skl: 60 Spd: 63 Lck: 55 Def: 78 Res: 43 His HP growth came out as 110, so I just used Kieran's...good cavalier with higher than average magic. Leanne HP: 60 Str: 0 Mag: 40 Skl: 10 Spd: 20 Lck: 80 Def: 10 Res: 40 Naesala HP: 40 Str: 45 Mag: 15 Skl: 30 Spd: 45 Lck: 55 Def: 15 Res: 35 Corbin HP: 90 Str: 45 Mag: 35 Skl: 35 Spd: 65 Lck: 95 Def: 20 Res: 55 Reyna HP: 80 Str: 23 Mag: 48 Skl: 29 Spd: 53 Lck: 80 Def: 20 Res: 58 Hey look a pair with a canon ending! Reyna's HP growth would've been more than 100 so I used Leanne's. Corbin's luck growth is fantastic. He'll be one lucky raven xD Would've loved to do the other canon laguz pairing, but Rajaion never even appears as an NPC.

Recently started playing this and am loving it so far. Big thanks to all the people who made the translation patch, Luke is awesome and funny xD Now for the purpose of this topic. Roro says that him and the assassins set up the bandit attack in the prologue chapters to put their plan into action, but why? I don't see how MU and them killing bandits would have anything to do with an assassination attempt on Marth. The assassins should already know anyone who follows Marth would intervene. I'm confused.

It would be like Game of Thrones. With lots of incest and violence.

This. I like Yune, the cute little girl who's the goddess of chaos, better than some run of the mill big evil monster. And her and Ashera remind me a bit of mythology. I'm the most familiar with the Greek/Roman variety, and the gods/goddesses quarrel a lot. Pretty sure it's that way with Egyptian and Norse and etc too. But just the whole "my sister wasn't supposed to begin the world cleansing thing without my input, now I'm mad at her" screams the interactions that Greek gods/goddesses had with each other.

...you saw Yune? I think I pictured this big evil looking giant, kinda like the titans in Attack on Titan. I haven't watched that anime but I've seen pictures of the titans and they're pretty accurate to what I thought. Also, what did you think Ashera looked like? I had a very close guess. I pictured something similar to Greek/Roman goddesses. Woman with long flowing hair in an elaborate dress, only thing I had wrong is that the dress isn't white.

Chapter 1: Mercenary Work September 15, 650 Whitefire Mercenary Fort, Crimea The wind blew across the rolling hills of the Crimean countryside as the sun rose, painting the sky a clear blue color. Nestled between the banks of a river and the windswept prairie was a medium sized fort with stables in the back. In the main room, four people were seated and eating a breakfast of eggs and bacon. Two of them were obviously twins, they both had red hair and green eyes, one was male and the other was female. Another young woman with dark green hair was also present. Also, there was a man with feline features: cat ears and a tail. A third young man with lavender hair walked down the hallway and into the room. The cat man flicked his tail. “Good morning, Amiel. How was your first night here?” The day before, the lavender haired priest had decided to join the group known as the Whitefire Mercenaries after they ran some bandits out of his hometown, Valurn. He was a welcome addition, they hadn’t had a healer before. Their resident magic wielder had nearly drowned in his own blood. Darcen owed Amiel his life. Amiel smiled and yawned. “Morning. I actually didn’t sleep all that great...can I have some of those eggs?” “Help yourself.” The female twin said. Amiel grabbed a plate of food and sat down, and the red haired woman spoke again. “What was so funny last night, anyway? I heard you and Darcen giggling like a couple of little schoolgirls.” “Oh, that was them?” Her brother chuckled. “I thought it was you two ladies.” “Hah...” Amiel’s face reddened. “There was this joke book...mostly had lame one liners in it, but for some odd reason things are funnier when you’re struggling to keep your eyes open. I kept waiting for him to go to bed but he wouldn’t. I ended up politely excusing myself at like midnight.” “Yeah, I don’t know how he does it either.” The cat, Samba, shrugged. “I have never seen a beorc do that before.” The continent of Tellius was home to two races: beorc and laguz. Laguz took the forms of animals in battle, beorc wielded weapons and magic. “No, it wasn’t us, Leo.” The green haired woman said with an eye roll. “I don’t own any joke books...don’t know about Cerai though, but staying up late reading funny books isn’t something I’d do.” “I’ve had a few joke books before...but yeah.” Cerai agreed. “Now...whose turn is it to wake up Mr. Sleepy Night Owl? His breakfast will get cold if we wait much longer.” “I’m up...” As if he were on cue, Darcen staggered down the hallway. His black hair was sticking out in every direction. The green haired woman snickered at the sight. He blinked. “Shut up, Freya. I know. You probably look like this when you first wake up too.” Darcen paused for a second, scanning the room, then added: “Where’s Kurt?” “I was wondering that myself.” Amiel commented. Indeed, their cavalier friend wasn’t present. “Left at sunrise.” Leo said between bites. “Said he was going for a quick ride. He fed the horse, and the wyverns. Nice of him.” “That it is.” Cerai nodded. “Blaze is a big garbage gut though, I hope he gave her enough for her liking...” “He didn’t eat first?” Amiel blinked. “He took an apple, but who knows whether it was for him or Stella.” Freya replied. “If that horse keeps getting apples every time she wants them, she’s going to look more like a big fat water buffalo.” The door opened, and a young rusty haired man dressed in cavalier armor stepped in. “Everybody get suited up, we’ve got a job.” September 15, 650 Ohma, Crimea The farming village of Ohma wasn’t far from the Whitefires’ base. Kurt turned and spoke when the group was at the entrance. “We’re looking for a man named Brom. He’s...short, stocky, a bit plump. Brown hair.” A few of the houses appeared to be ransacked, but there was no sign of the villains who did it. A man holding a pitchfork approached the group. “Are you the mercenaries my dad hired?” The orange wyvern sniffed him, and he flinched. Cerai pulled her steed back. “It’s okay, she means you no harm. She does this whenever she meets somebody with a weapon...or what looks like one.” “I just got back from the fields, so I still have my pitchfork...I can put it away if it’s a problem.” “No, you’re fine.” “That’s good.” The young man smiled. “I know just about nothing about wyverns. I hear they’re just as loyal and friendly as horses, but they sure look scary. I wouldn’t want to get on one’s bad side.” The wyvern rider twins chuckled in unison. “That is true.” Leo said. “You said your dad hired us, is his name Brom by any chance?” “Yep, that’s him. My name is Ruben. I’m his oldest son. I can lead you to him.” Ruben led the group through the village. A few people stared wide eyed at the wyverns, and a few kids ran and hid behind their parents. Even Brom stiffened slightly when they reached him. He had been digging up potatoes. “I tell you what, I knew there would be wyverns, but I still get the heebee jeebees when I see them. Even after being around them during the war...” “You fought in the Mad King’s War?” Darcen’s eyes widened. “Well, I had armor and a lance. But yes, me and Nephenee were the two people from Ohma that got caught up in that...long story.” Brom paused to examine a potato. “Nephenee ran off a bit ago, full battle gear and everything. Said she was going to try to find where the bandits are holed up. We all figured she would need backup. The scoundrels went that direction.” He pointed at the village exit. “If you can fight, why are you not helping her?” Brom shivered at Freya’s question. “The truth is, I was never really on the front lines...those bandits are mighty tough. I think it’s a better idea to stay behind. I’ve got a wife and eight kids, wouldn’t do me any good to go out and get myself killed. Neph’s much younger and fitter, even if she does need more common sense...” “The longer we wait, the more likely she’ll get herself killed!” Ruben threw his arms in the air. “Okay, we’re on it.” Cerai hopped onto Blaze’s back and pulled the reins. September 15, 650 East Ventar Plains, Crimea “Why did you bite your lip like you were trying not to laugh when Brom was talking?” Kurt led Stella to trot next to Samba, who was in cat form. A white wyvern and an orange one flew above. Samba’s whiskers flattened against his face, and his mouth twisted into a feline smirk. “Eight kids! You can’t say that’s not amusing. Beorc really do breed like rabbits...” “Just farmers.” Amiel butted in. “And to a lesser extent, civilians in general...if my dad hadn’t left, I might’ve gotten a few siblings...” “They have large families because they have a lot of work to do, everybody gets a job from the time they can walk.” Kurt said. Samba curled his tail. “I think Brom will be getting grandkids soon. Ruben acted like he cared more about this Nephenee girl than anything else! That is if he doesn’t already have some...if Ruben has an older sister or a twin sister it’s possible.” “I get the feeling he’s interested in her that way too, but it’s really none of our business.” Cerai flew closer to the ground, having heard enough of the conversation to add to it. A group of tents came into view. Also visible was a woman with long light green hair, who was desperately trying to stand her ground against three men with axes. She had a lance, and was wearing light armor. The woman tripped and did a face plant into a bush. Her lance nearly impaled her as she fell, landing in the bush beside her. One of the bandits raised his axe and prepared to deliver a killing blow. A dark blast whooshed toward him, and hit him in the chest with a loud boom, launching him backward and into his two friends. The resulting noise caught the attention of the rest of the nearby bandits, including what appeared to be the leader. He emerged from the tent in the center of the circle, holding a hand axe. “You idiots! I told you to just tie the wench up, now look, we’ve got her sellsword friends after us!” Judging from how she moved the lance like she was cutting wheat rather than bandits, the woman had to be Nephenee. She had gotten up out of the bushes and was obviously appreciating the help. After the bandits were all dead, Nephenee smiled and bowed. “Thank you very much, kind mercenaries. I don’t know what I was thinking...” “Obviously you were thinking you could take them by yourself.” Darcen said. “Bad idea. One against...” He paused to count the corpses. “Eleven, is suicide.” “I ain’t ever seen dark magic before. When I saw that and the wyverns, I knew you weren’t Ike and his crew. Was kinda disappointed at first, honestly. I’d been wondering how they’re doing. I traveled with them...” “As we were told.” Samba returned to human form and smiled. Nephenee gasped. “You’ve got a laguz too? Wow...” A pile of gold and valuables was found inside the leader’s tent. Nephenee scratched her head. “They took more than I thought. Probably gonna take all of us to bring it back. I can’t carry much, this lance is hard enough to carry around.” The white wyvern screeched softly. Nephenee jumped. Leo smiled. “I think Frostbite is saying he wants to carry it.” Sure enough, the entire heap fit into the pouch tied to the wyvern’s saddle. September 15, 650 Ohma, Crimea Brom and Ruben were waiting at the village gates, along with a slim, slightly tall woman. The woman spoke. “Don’t you ever do that again, Nephenee! But I’m glad they brought you back in one piece...” Ruben stepped forward. “There’s some bread and ham and cheese at the market. Want to go there and put together some sandwiches for an early lunch? I know I’m hungry...” Nephenee nodded, thanked the Whitefires again, and left with Ruben. Brom smiled. “Good to see that son of mine being so helpful, and a good friend.” “You’re so dense sometimes...don’t you think maybe he sees her as more than a friend?” “Oh, Shelly...if he does, I wouldn’t mind one bit! She’s like family already anyway.” Brom smiled at his wife and chuckled softly. Leo blinked and opened the pouch that the stolen loot was in. “This is what the bandits took-” “Keep it.” Shelly said. “Are you sure?” Shelly nodded. “Consider it your pay.” “We came to that decision as a group.” Brom explained. “The whole town agreed to it, well, those of us who are old enough to have a say, that is...” “...Okay.” Leo smiled and climbed onto Frostbite. “If you need us again, please don’t hesitate!” With that, the Whitefires turned around and left.

I have a lot of those, too many to remember. But I'll be thinking about this and trying to come up with one.

I see, thanks for that information. I'm not that knowledgeable on things like this...curious what SS stands for. When I saw it in the OP I just kinda ignored it because I didn't know what it was. So, these Heer people...did they also hate Jews to a certain extent?

Well it would depend. What the guy did was indeed terrible, but is he truly sorry or is he just saying he is? Did he follow Hitler and the Nazis because he really agreed with what they were doing or did he follow in fear of what would happen to him and his loved ones if he refused/stood up to them? Without knowing one way or the other it's hard to make a decision. For me at least. If I was a Jewish prisoner then yeah, I'd call him a monster and not forgive him.

Oh. How did I miss that. Well, I suppose then they can transform at will most of the time, but not all the time.