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It had been two weeks since Paige had left Port Laus after an all too brief reunion with friends. It was a nice respite before shifting to her mission. But now, it was back to work. This was her first assignment since joining the Divine Generals’ Council. She was to rendezvous with former Etrurian mage general Sir Stavros Nemean and recover as much of his pre-Scouring library as she could carry. Fortunately, Paige was provided a mule to help with the load.

That mule, tied outside by reins, was the only other sign of life on the premises.

The scholar found herself in what should have been the New Aqueleia School of Magic. Yet, this place was entirely devoid of any people. There wasn’t even so much as a school desk in the four large rooms on the ground floor. The only evidence anyone had been there was in the single spire of the fortress. There was a study with a large wooden desk and two bookshelves filled to the brim with heavy tomes. There was quite a bit to go through, but Paige zeroed in on the open journal upon the desk. She hoped for some clue as to the mage general’s whereabouts. The last line written was telling.

‘Dark master, grant me vengeance upon the Lycian Empire. My soul is yours.’

“Oh, Sir Stavros…,” Paige closed her eyes, disappointed in the outcome. “What have you done?”

"War..."

Paige turned her head at the sound of the whisper. No one was there. She suspected this place was not what she was told.

“Should have brought the boys along, Paige,” she said to herself, wondering what would Shad and Satsume do in this situation. Ultimately, she went with the Shad approach: grab a sword and charge recklessly into the unknown.  Though she had no fancy named blades, she had her Light Brand. It was something she was getting used to: it was a heavier blade than her usual rapier. Paige wasn’t much of a warrior, so she appreciated the sword more as a reusable torch. Holding the blade in one hand, she repeated a rune upon the blade. Light emanated from the weapon with the same effect as fire from a torch.

Paige pocketed the journal within her vest and descended down the spire stairway in search of the whisper’s source.

“Hello? Sir Stavros?” she said louder. Only echoes replied back.]]>
It had been two weeks since Paige had left Port Laus after an all too brief reunion with friends. It was a nice respite before shifting to her mission. But now, it was back to work. This was her first assignment since joining the Divine Generals’ Council. She was to rendezvous with former Etrurian mage general Sir Stavros Nemean and recover as much of his pre-Scouring library as she could carry. Fortunately, Paige was provided a mule to help with the load.

That mule, tied outside by reins, was the only other sign of life on the premises.

The scholar found herself in what should have been the New Aqueleia School of Magic. Yet, this place was entirely devoid of any people. There wasn’t even so much as a school desk in the four large rooms on the ground floor. The only evidence anyone had been there was in the single spire of the fortress. There was a study with a large wooden desk and two bookshelves filled to the brim with heavy tomes. There was quite a bit to go through, but Paige zeroed in on the open journal upon the desk. She hoped for some clue as to the mage general’s whereabouts. The last line written was telling.

‘Dark master, grant me vengeance upon the Lycian Empire. My soul is yours.’

“Oh, Sir Stavros…,” Paige closed her eyes, disappointed in the outcome. “What have you done?”

"War..."

Paige turned her head at the sound of the whisper. No one was there. She suspected this place was not what she was told.

“Should have brought the boys along, Paige,” she said to herself, wondering what would Shad and Satsume do in this situation. Ultimately, she went with the Shad approach: grab a sword and charge recklessly into the unknown.  Though she had no fancy named blades, she had her Light Brand. It was something she was getting used to: it was a heavier blade than her usual rapier. Paige wasn’t much of a warrior, so she appreciated the sword more as a reusable torch. Holding the blade in one hand, she repeated a rune upon the blade. Light emanated from the weapon with the same effect as fire from a torch.

Paige pocketed the journal within her vest and descended down the spire stairway in search of the whisper’s source.

“Hello? Sir Stavros?” she said louder. Only echoes replied back.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1307.html Sun, 14 May 2023 14:03:31 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1307.html
Initial Synopsis

Two decades prior to the Lycia's reorganization into an empire, Sir Stavros Nemean, former mage general of Etruria, decided to spend his retirement by founding a school to teach the underpriveleged how to use magic. The New Aqueleia School of Magic was founded to educate the people living in Lycia's mountain range in order to end the cycle of banditry. However, the past year saw antagonism towards magic advance to the point of it being too dangerous to continue further. He attempted to keep the school running in secret, but the Church of Preservation and Sanctity has caught wind not just of the school, but of the headmaster's identity.

The school could not be saved, but Stavros needed time to hold off the inquisitors long enough for his students to escape to safety. He hired mercenaries to help in his endeavor. Ultimately though, he did not plan to leave this place alive...]]>
Initial Synopsis

Two decades prior to the Lycia's reorganization into an empire, Sir Stavros Nemean, former mage general of Etruria, decided to spend his retirement by founding a school to teach the underpriveleged how to use magic. The New Aqueleia School of Magic was founded to educate the people living in Lycia's mountain range in order to end the cycle of banditry. However, the past year saw antagonism towards magic advance to the point of it being too dangerous to continue further. He attempted to keep the school running in secret, but the Church of Preservation and Sanctity has caught wind not just of the school, but of the headmaster's identity.

The school could not be saved, but Stavros needed time to hold off the inquisitors long enough for his students to escape to safety. He hired mercenaries to help in his endeavor. Ultimately though, he did not plan to leave this place alive...]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1305.html Fri, 03 Feb 2023 05:19:40 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1305.html
I miss this place, I miss the friends I made along the way - those who are no longer around, those who have moved onto other communities, those who have changed my life. I remember theory crafting about new games, discussing the new leaks. I remember when the spriter section was booming.

Gonna be 30 in a few more months... hard to believe I found my way here when I was just a kid. Can't remember who was running the show then... I know it changed hands to SAS not too long after that. Sometimes I wish we could go back, but I'm thankful for everything this community gave me.

My daughter's 7 years old now, her mom and I split up during the pandemic. I've found someone new, I've been developing my book (though not writing at present), I left my old job and found a new one doing the same work for better pay and environment. I'm happier, even if tonight I don't really feel it that way; hard to see this place after what it was.

Dunno who will see this, but thanks for being a part of my life for the time you were - sorry that I disappeared so often, sorry I kinda bailed on the roleplayers when things were kicking. You can still find me around the FE hacking community lurking, on Twitter and on Discord. I miss you all terribly, and I suck at keeping in touch.

Guess this is goodbye to those who have moved on, those who will read, those who will close the book. I hope to hear from some of you, but no worries if not - live your best lives, folks. Live happily, love furiously, enjoy the little moments and celebrate the small victories. Never forget where you came from or what you have accomplished - your journey is far from over.

Go with love, in peace.

- Zan]]>
I miss this place, I miss the friends I made along the way - those who are no longer around, those who have moved onto other communities, those who have changed my life. I remember theory crafting about new games, discussing the new leaks. I remember when the spriter section was booming.

Gonna be 30 in a few more months... hard to believe I found my way here when I was just a kid. Can't remember who was running the show then... I know it changed hands to SAS not too long after that. Sometimes I wish we could go back, but I'm thankful for everything this community gave me.

My daughter's 7 years old now, her mom and I split up during the pandemic. I've found someone new, I've been developing my book (though not writing at present), I left my old job and found a new one doing the same work for better pay and environment. I'm happier, even if tonight I don't really feel it that way; hard to see this place after what it was.

Dunno who will see this, but thanks for being a part of my life for the time you were - sorry that I disappeared so often, sorry I kinda bailed on the roleplayers when things were kicking. You can still find me around the FE hacking community lurking, on Twitter and on Discord. I miss you all terribly, and I suck at keeping in touch.

Guess this is goodbye to those who have moved on, those who will read, those who will close the book. I hope to hear from some of you, but no worries if not - live your best lives, folks. Live happily, love furiously, enjoy the little moments and celebrate the small victories. Never forget where you came from or what you have accomplished - your journey is far from over.

Go with love, in peace.

- Zan]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1251.html Thu, 27 Jan 2022 22:23:57 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1251.html
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BUT ALAS, I am back for the foreseeable future this time around as my life has finally stabilized to a point to where I can actively play all of the FE games that I love again, as well as participate in the game discussions and such. Maybe even a little bit of RP if you guys are still into that sort of thing? Anyways, I'm so happy that this community is still around, I definitely missed it and I'm happy to be back! ^^]]>
BUT ALAS, I am back for the foreseeable future this time around as my life has finally stabilized to a point to where I can actively play all of the FE games that I love again, as well as participate in the game discussions and such. Maybe even a little bit of RP if you guys are still into that sort of thing? Anyways, I'm so happy that this community is still around, I definitely missed it and I'm happy to be back! ^^]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1232.html Thu, 25 Nov 2021 10:51:32 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1232.html http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1229.html Thu, 09 Sep 2021 10:24:24 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1229.html
A problem has been happening when I open my laptop, getting the Steam notifications pop-ups continuously. Can anyone suggest how can I turn off the notifications? Facing a great trouble with this. Kindly help me guys.]]>
A problem has been happening when I open my laptop, getting the Steam notifications pop-ups continuously. Can anyone suggest how can I turn off the notifications? Facing a great trouble with this. Kindly help me guys.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1228.html Mon, 02 Aug 2021 08:20:22 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1228.html
I’m currently developing a game with a very small group. Thanks to COVID, I had a lot of free time on my hands working from home and used my coding experience in a manner in which I’ve always dreamt of - game design. I was actually originally inspired by the Shining Force series (more specifically the first two) to create an SRPG with a more “modern” touch. However, as those games are quite old (damn, so am I?) and rather niche I’ve come to the next best place - a Fire Emblem community.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Fire Emblem too. I remember downloading the SNES ROM (uhh… legally playing a backup of my copy) well over a decade ago then going all the way through PoR, RD, Awakening, etc. I even bought a Switch solely for Three Houses!

I look at Fire Emblem as the more “hardcore” version of Shining Force! Well, at least the earlier versions of FE. I’m hoping to create a game that sits somewhere in the middle.

Anyway, regarding the actual game. We’ve laid down the groundworks, the basics of the game are up and running. We’re looking to crowdfund this eventually, probably not a popular choice among some people but we really wouldn’t be able to do it justice without additional funding. We’re currently commissioning a few artists to do some animations so we can get a real “feel” for how the game will look/play in the finished state. Here’s a quick rundown -

Superhero theme - The main distinction between this SRPG and most others will be the prominent theme of the game. It’s going to based around Superheroes and it’s going to play out in a modern (but fictional) setting.

2D - It’s going to be 2D. One thing I absolutely adore is the GBA battle animations. They’re clean, crisp and buttery smooth. Can’t beat them! Also, in all honesty, it’s easier for me to develop with minimal experience rather than jumping into 3D.

Voice acting - We currently have no plans to have voice acting in the game. It’d be nice, sure, but it also costs a lot of money when we’d rather put the funding into art assets.

Roaming - The initial plan was to have the standard story/battle/story transitions. However, I felt it to be a little monotonous at times. As mentioned, Shining Force was the original inspiration and they had a roaming phase where you could walk around the villages, buy equipment, talk to people, etc. We’re not going to be quite that detailed, we’re aiming to keep the roaming phase strictly to your home base. (Basically like 3H, roaming around the school.)

Support - Yes, we’re aiming to implement supports. However, we want them to switch them up a bit. We’re thinking something along the lines of “chemistry”. Meaning that the more they increase their chemistry, the better they fight alongside each other.

Permadeath - This is a bit of a tricky situation. I, personally, turn it off when I play… However, upon researching communities I have found that permadeath is a rather beloved (albeit frustrating) feature in the FE communities. The issue is, this game will have a smaller roster and we’re aiming to have each character play a role throughout the whole game. We don’t want you to recruit a random farmer that adds nothing to the story and if he dies you’ve forgotten about him by the end of the game. Our potential solution is to “de-power” the hero. Basically, if they suffer a near-fatal attack, they lose their powers and are unusable in combat there after. They’ll still appear in the story, though.

Unique units - On the subject of a smaller roster, this game will have unique units. Each character will be different. You won’t have four warriors that have different colored hair or armor and that’s the only distinction between them. Shining Force II had some palette swaps, but it also had a bunch of unique units, that’s something that I loved. It also helps us flesh the characters out a little more from a story point of view, with their powers all being different.

Weapon triangle and durability system - Finally, we won’t have weapons. I guess this might be obvious, but the characters will be using their powers. This system is the least “concrete” of them all, and currently the one that’s still heavily in a planning phase. Our idea is for each unit to have multiple attacks. The general attack would be their punch, kick, etc. However, say someone can shoot energy beams, it would be a ranged attack and instead of the standard weapon durability would cost energy. We’re looking at a cooldown system of sorts.

As for the triangle system, well we’re going to have to rework it. We’re debating two different ideas. One being the fighting “style” of the unit. Say strength, speed, mind, technique, etc.

The other idea is a power-based system. Energy, physical, elemental, etc.

Anyway, sorry for the lengthy post but I just wanted to get some really early, initial feedback from different people. If anyone has ideas, suggestions, feedback, anything at all then feel free to share! If you have a great idea then who knows we might implement it! (If we do we’ll send you a copy of the game and put your name in the credits.)

Thank you and have a great day!]]>
I’m currently developing a game with a very small group. Thanks to COVID, I had a lot of free time on my hands working from home and used my coding experience in a manner in which I’ve always dreamt of - game design. I was actually originally inspired by the Shining Force series (more specifically the first two) to create an SRPG with a more “modern” touch. However, as those games are quite old (damn, so am I?) and rather niche I’ve come to the next best place - a Fire Emblem community.

Don’t get me wrong, I love Fire Emblem too. I remember downloading the SNES ROM (uhh… legally playing a backup of my copy) well over a decade ago then going all the way through PoR, RD, Awakening, etc. I even bought a Switch solely for Three Houses!

I look at Fire Emblem as the more “hardcore” version of Shining Force! Well, at least the earlier versions of FE. I’m hoping to create a game that sits somewhere in the middle.

Anyway, regarding the actual game. We’ve laid down the groundworks, the basics of the game are up and running. We’re looking to crowdfund this eventually, probably not a popular choice among some people but we really wouldn’t be able to do it justice without additional funding. We’re currently commissioning a few artists to do some animations so we can get a real “feel” for how the game will look/play in the finished state. Here’s a quick rundown -

Superhero theme - The main distinction between this SRPG and most others will be the prominent theme of the game. It’s going to based around Superheroes and it’s going to play out in a modern (but fictional) setting.

2D - It’s going to be 2D. One thing I absolutely adore is the GBA battle animations. They’re clean, crisp and buttery smooth. Can’t beat them! Also, in all honesty, it’s easier for me to develop with minimal experience rather than jumping into 3D.

Voice acting - We currently have no plans to have voice acting in the game. It’d be nice, sure, but it also costs a lot of money when we’d rather put the funding into art assets.

Roaming - The initial plan was to have the standard story/battle/story transitions. However, I felt it to be a little monotonous at times. As mentioned, Shining Force was the original inspiration and they had a roaming phase where you could walk around the villages, buy equipment, talk to people, etc. We’re not going to be quite that detailed, we’re aiming to keep the roaming phase strictly to your home base. (Basically like 3H, roaming around the school.)

Support - Yes, we’re aiming to implement supports. However, we want them to switch them up a bit. We’re thinking something along the lines of “chemistry”. Meaning that the more they increase their chemistry, the better they fight alongside each other.

Permadeath - This is a bit of a tricky situation. I, personally, turn it off when I play… However, upon researching communities I have found that permadeath is a rather beloved (albeit frustrating) feature in the FE communities. The issue is, this game will have a smaller roster and we’re aiming to have each character play a role throughout the whole game. We don’t want you to recruit a random farmer that adds nothing to the story and if he dies you’ve forgotten about him by the end of the game. Our potential solution is to “de-power” the hero. Basically, if they suffer a near-fatal attack, they lose their powers and are unusable in combat there after. They’ll still appear in the story, though.

Unique units - On the subject of a smaller roster, this game will have unique units. Each character will be different. You won’t have four warriors that have different colored hair or armor and that’s the only distinction between them. Shining Force II had some palette swaps, but it also had a bunch of unique units, that’s something that I loved. It also helps us flesh the characters out a little more from a story point of view, with their powers all being different.

Weapon triangle and durability system - Finally, we won’t have weapons. I guess this might be obvious, but the characters will be using their powers. This system is the least “concrete” of them all, and currently the one that’s still heavily in a planning phase. Our idea is for each unit to have multiple attacks. The general attack would be their punch, kick, etc. However, say someone can shoot energy beams, it would be a ranged attack and instead of the standard weapon durability would cost energy. We’re looking at a cooldown system of sorts.

As for the triangle system, well we’re going to have to rework it. We’re debating two different ideas. One being the fighting “style” of the unit. Say strength, speed, mind, technique, etc.

The other idea is a power-based system. Energy, physical, elemental, etc.

Anyway, sorry for the lengthy post but I just wanted to get some really early, initial feedback from different people. If anyone has ideas, suggestions, feedback, anything at all then feel free to share! If you have a great idea then who knows we might implement it! (If we do we’ll send you a copy of the game and put your name in the credits.)

Thank you and have a great day!]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1222.html Thu, 01 Apr 2021 02:20:34 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1222.html
Clouds passed in front of the moon, doing little to hide the stars. The heretic knight squinted, focusing on the watchfires lighting the towers. Enormous blazes that kept the prisons denizens from moving without being seen. The inside of the bailey was constantly bathed in an orange glow throughout the nights. Those would be the biggest obstacle once they were inside.

From the events on the Dread Isle, Tiras had started studying Persephone, deciphering her mysteries and initiating into her mysteries. With him was Renata, his friend and confidant. She had been at his side, helping him foment his rebellion, raiding prison convoys with him. By ones and twos and fives, they'd built a considerable fellowship of dissatisfied citizens of Lycia. Some used magic, some were trained warriors, men-at-arms, or retired knights, men and women both, who'd spoken too much against the current leadership. 

But Tiras knew this was hardly a group of people large enough to win its victory in a rebellion. At most, there were sixty members of their fellowship. Their numbers were not enough. Their equipment was what they could salvage from their defeated and dead enemies. By far, Tiras was the most well-armored of the group.

Then, when reading Persephone again, it came to him: a fortress of lost souls, united in their resentment of the empire. A prison. Of course, there were likely to be criminals there, and the idea repelled the more honorable part of him, but he was more and more becoming used to making compromise.

He'd found this one, having raided several convoys headed to this location. The guards were sure to be on-edge, fearful of a shadowy force nearby, but never near enough to get rid of without emptying the fort. Tiras still hesitated, though.

"This will be a major step on the road to rebellion," Tiras stated, the wind blowing through his hair and billowing his cape. He looked to Renata, feeling the anxiety knotting in his gut. He was alone with her at this point, the rest of them in another glade. "If we strike this place, there will be no going back. Before this, we have just been a small-fry band of essentially brigands to the marquesses. But if we do this, and more importantly, if we succeed, we will have a small army. That is a lot harder to dismiss than a band of outlaws and highwaymen. Are you ready for that?"

And are you ready for that, dear Tiras? he heard Persephone speak to him. He quirked the side of his mouth Renata couldn't see into a smirk.]]>
Clouds passed in front of the moon, doing little to hide the stars. The heretic knight squinted, focusing on the watchfires lighting the towers. Enormous blazes that kept the prisons denizens from moving without being seen. The inside of the bailey was constantly bathed in an orange glow throughout the nights. Those would be the biggest obstacle once they were inside.

From the events on the Dread Isle, Tiras had started studying Persephone, deciphering her mysteries and initiating into her mysteries. With him was Renata, his friend and confidant. She had been at his side, helping him foment his rebellion, raiding prison convoys with him. By ones and twos and fives, they'd built a considerable fellowship of dissatisfied citizens of Lycia. Some used magic, some were trained warriors, men-at-arms, or retired knights, men and women both, who'd spoken too much against the current leadership. 

But Tiras knew this was hardly a group of people large enough to win its victory in a rebellion. At most, there were sixty members of their fellowship. Their numbers were not enough. Their equipment was what they could salvage from their defeated and dead enemies. By far, Tiras was the most well-armored of the group.

Then, when reading Persephone again, it came to him: a fortress of lost souls, united in their resentment of the empire. A prison. Of course, there were likely to be criminals there, and the idea repelled the more honorable part of him, but he was more and more becoming used to making compromise.

He'd found this one, having raided several convoys headed to this location. The guards were sure to be on-edge, fearful of a shadowy force nearby, but never near enough to get rid of without emptying the fort. Tiras still hesitated, though.

"This will be a major step on the road to rebellion," Tiras stated, the wind blowing through his hair and billowing his cape. He looked to Renata, feeling the anxiety knotting in his gut. He was alone with her at this point, the rest of them in another glade. "If we strike this place, there will be no going back. Before this, we have just been a small-fry band of essentially brigands to the marquesses. But if we do this, and more importantly, if we succeed, we will have a small army. That is a lot harder to dismiss than a band of outlaws and highwaymen. Are you ready for that?"

And are you ready for that, dear Tiras? he heard Persephone speak to him. He quirked the side of his mouth Renata couldn't see into a smirk.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1221.html Wed, 31 Mar 2021 23:40:45 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1221.html
"Hey, so, as you can probably tell, I've uh, I've never studied magic before. I don't know any of the theory. Could you help me with any of this?" He held out the opened pages of Persephone. "I know Elder Magic is probably vastly different compared to Light magic, but surely there must be some things they have in common?"

--

Although she'd considered going back to Badon, Renata had elected to tag along with Tiras when he'd told her he didn't plan to stick around the port city. Perhaps it would have been possible to eke out a living in the city, but rebellion was on her mind in a way it hadn't been before. Besides, they'd both gone through a nightmare and come out alive. That had to make them something approaching friends.

Tiras's question tore her from her thoughts. "Do you expect me to read that from a horse?" She stole several glances at the environs for a moment. Paranoia about magic was an old habit to break. She steadied her horse with one hand and placed the other on the open tome to keep the pages from blowing about.

"Trouble with dark magic's that there's no rules," she sighed. "Magical academies, churches— no such thing for sorcerers. No authority on style." She looked at the runes. They were mostly alien, and even the ones that looked familiar were somehow different, as if they had been written using entirely different implements. "Even with a proper scholar at our side, I'm not sure if— That one." She pointed to a sigil on the page, a curling rune scrawled atop a jagged one. "I remember seeing that symbol on the ruins..."

She nearly fell onto Tiras as her horse veered to avoid a pothole in the road. She shook her head in frustration as she righted herself upon the saddle again. "Sorry, Tiras. I think this is beyond me."

--

Tiras took back the book, frowning at the pages, before stowing it back in his saddlebag.

"Don't worry about it, Renata," Tiras assured her. "I knew it was a stretch before I even asked. I'll have to puzzle it out on my own, I guess." He shrugged. "Such is life. But speaking of life, I haven't heard much of yours. After everything, I'm curious how you learned to manage both sword and spell? My mentor told me that it was impossible, and though I made the attempt at several points, I was not successful and gave up on the matter."

--

"No one does, really," Renata replied. "Not to an expert level, at least. Better to just focus on one thing if you want to do that..." She trailed off as she realised she was automatically focusing on the technicality rather than just telling Tiras about herself. It can't be that hard.

"My father was a knight of Laus— Sir Markus Valenth. Wounds forced him to retire, so he made me his project." It had been a long time since she'd thought of her parents, maybe a solid week. "Not before my mother made him into a man of faith, though. Faith enough that he sent me to study in Thria. I didn't last long with the new church, though, and I— I fled. I... wasn't about to live in that miserable place any longer." Renata felt panic for a moment as it occurred to her that she had no desire to recall the gory details of her life in Thria. Besides, she had wandered off topic.

"What about you, Tiras? You were a proper squire, right? I'd always wondered if life in a castle beats life in the Church."

--

Tiras focused on the road ahead, looking wistful. For a moment, he had to blink back tears.

"I was a squire, yes. My father was... is... a man at arms for the Emperor. He's fanatically loyal, and only cares about one thing: the advancement of himself and his family name. For this, he's a favorite, but he's not eligible for knighthood. I was, though, due to being a page at the time. I was squired to Sir Adrian Verde. We partook in the war, but deserted when they burned the Tower of the Saint. Sir Adrian lived by the old motto of Ostia, living a very austere, self-sacrificing life, though his family have been landed knights from the days of King Roy. He was not yet forty, and unmarried. No children. He taught me as if I were his son, or his little brother.

"We fomented resistance against the church and the Emperor for three years, but the Ostian regulars caught up with us eventually. We were ambushed, and Sir Adrian was wounded severely. We were traitors, yet the lead knight accepted our surrender. He was Sir Adrian's younger brother, Sir Hugo, another upstanding knight who nevertheless remains loyal to the Emperor. I escaped my captivity during the night, and found Sir Adrian dying. He told me to dress in his gear, and take his sword. He tried to knight me, but died before he could. I escaped on his horse.

"That was three months ago. I've been chased like a dog, had to sell Sir Adrian's horse, and have hardly made a dent in the Empire. With luck, though, that may change."

--

Renata rode in silence for a moment before offering a reply.

"He was a good man." But that was obvious. "I didn't think much of rebellion after I fled Thria. I just wanted to escape— well, I thought I did. But now I know I'd rather try to fight the Empire itself than live in exile. I think the Dread Isle helped me realise that." Maybe her miserable life on the road had also played a small part.

"I don't know if you've a plan, but... Whatever kind of uprising you mean to make, I want a part in it. That's why I'm here." She knew it had never really been an option to stay in Badon. Better to die fighting with pride than to live the life of a beggar and thief.

--

Tiras looked astonished at the thought and stared at Renata in wonderment. Whatever uprising you mean to make... She believed in him. She was willing to fight alongside him.

"Then we raid church convoys," he said, feeling the resolve to rebel harden in his chest. "It was what Adrian and I did, and we were good at it. Prisoner convoys specifically. Can't foment a rebellion of one person and expect victory, after all."

--

"Right," Renata replied with some anticipation. He actually has a plan. "Any chance to strike back against the Church of the Preservation is a chance I'll take." For the first time in a long time, she would be doing more than just surviving.]]>
"Hey, so, as you can probably tell, I've uh, I've never studied magic before. I don't know any of the theory. Could you help me with any of this?" He held out the opened pages of Persephone. "I know Elder Magic is probably vastly different compared to Light magic, but surely there must be some things they have in common?"

--

Although she'd considered going back to Badon, Renata had elected to tag along with Tiras when he'd told her he didn't plan to stick around the port city. Perhaps it would have been possible to eke out a living in the city, but rebellion was on her mind in a way it hadn't been before. Besides, they'd both gone through a nightmare and come out alive. That had to make them something approaching friends.

Tiras's question tore her from her thoughts. "Do you expect me to read that from a horse?" She stole several glances at the environs for a moment. Paranoia about magic was an old habit to break. She steadied her horse with one hand and placed the other on the open tome to keep the pages from blowing about.

"Trouble with dark magic's that there's no rules," she sighed. "Magical academies, churches— no such thing for sorcerers. No authority on style." She looked at the runes. They were mostly alien, and even the ones that looked familiar were somehow different, as if they had been written using entirely different implements. "Even with a proper scholar at our side, I'm not sure if— That one." She pointed to a sigil on the page, a curling rune scrawled atop a jagged one. "I remember seeing that symbol on the ruins..."

She nearly fell onto Tiras as her horse veered to avoid a pothole in the road. She shook her head in frustration as she righted herself upon the saddle again. "Sorry, Tiras. I think this is beyond me."

--

Tiras took back the book, frowning at the pages, before stowing it back in his saddlebag.

"Don't worry about it, Renata," Tiras assured her. "I knew it was a stretch before I even asked. I'll have to puzzle it out on my own, I guess." He shrugged. "Such is life. But speaking of life, I haven't heard much of yours. After everything, I'm curious how you learned to manage both sword and spell? My mentor told me that it was impossible, and though I made the attempt at several points, I was not successful and gave up on the matter."

--

"No one does, really," Renata replied. "Not to an expert level, at least. Better to just focus on one thing if you want to do that..." She trailed off as she realised she was automatically focusing on the technicality rather than just telling Tiras about herself. It can't be that hard.

"My father was a knight of Laus— Sir Markus Valenth. Wounds forced him to retire, so he made me his project." It had been a long time since she'd thought of her parents, maybe a solid week. "Not before my mother made him into a man of faith, though. Faith enough that he sent me to study in Thria. I didn't last long with the new church, though, and I— I fled. I... wasn't about to live in that miserable place any longer." Renata felt panic for a moment as it occurred to her that she had no desire to recall the gory details of her life in Thria. Besides, she had wandered off topic.

"What about you, Tiras? You were a proper squire, right? I'd always wondered if life in a castle beats life in the Church."

--

Tiras focused on the road ahead, looking wistful. For a moment, he had to blink back tears.

"I was a squire, yes. My father was... is... a man at arms for the Emperor. He's fanatically loyal, and only cares about one thing: the advancement of himself and his family name. For this, he's a favorite, but he's not eligible for knighthood. I was, though, due to being a page at the time. I was squired to Sir Adrian Verde. We partook in the war, but deserted when they burned the Tower of the Saint. Sir Adrian lived by the old motto of Ostia, living a very austere, self-sacrificing life, though his family have been landed knights from the days of King Roy. He was not yet forty, and unmarried. No children. He taught me as if I were his son, or his little brother.

"We fomented resistance against the church and the Emperor for three years, but the Ostian regulars caught up with us eventually. We were ambushed, and Sir Adrian was wounded severely. We were traitors, yet the lead knight accepted our surrender. He was Sir Adrian's younger brother, Sir Hugo, another upstanding knight who nevertheless remains loyal to the Emperor. I escaped my captivity during the night, and found Sir Adrian dying. He told me to dress in his gear, and take his sword. He tried to knight me, but died before he could. I escaped on his horse.

"That was three months ago. I've been chased like a dog, had to sell Sir Adrian's horse, and have hardly made a dent in the Empire. With luck, though, that may change."

--

Renata rode in silence for a moment before offering a reply.

"He was a good man." But that was obvious. "I didn't think much of rebellion after I fled Thria. I just wanted to escape— well, I thought I did. But now I know I'd rather try to fight the Empire itself than live in exile. I think the Dread Isle helped me realise that." Maybe her miserable life on the road had also played a small part.

"I don't know if you've a plan, but... Whatever kind of uprising you mean to make, I want a part in it. That's why I'm here." She knew it had never really been an option to stay in Badon. Better to die fighting with pride than to live the life of a beggar and thief.

--

Tiras looked astonished at the thought and stared at Renata in wonderment. Whatever uprising you mean to make... She believed in him. She was willing to fight alongside him.

"Then we raid church convoys," he said, feeling the resolve to rebel harden in his chest. "It was what Adrian and I did, and we were good at it. Prisoner convoys specifically. Can't foment a rebellion of one person and expect victory, after all."

--

"Right," Renata replied with some anticipation. He actually has a plan. "Any chance to strike back against the Church of the Preservation is a chance I'll take." For the first time in a long time, she would be doing more than just surviving.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1220.html Tue, 16 Mar 2021 01:48:50 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1220.html
"Alright boys, mount up. Today's going to be a good day for adventure," Damian told them. They were dressed similarly to him. Electing not to wear armor, they just wore their grey aketons over blue tunics, their faded green hosen, ankle boots, and their swords. At the word of their master, the apprentice knights hurried to obey. Sir Damian was just about to focus on their path when Wart cried out.

"Master Damian, look!" Sir Damian followed the direction of his finger and saw what had alarmed the boy.

Plumes of smoke.

"Kay, ride south and see if there's a path that runs west toward those fires. Let the wind fail to catch you, boy!" He gave a sharp look to the arming squire. He was off like the arrow from a bow, his horse whinnying at the quick commands to first walk, then trot, then canter, then gallop. Soon, he was out of sight down the path south.

"Wart, unpack my armor. It seems we might need to fight today after all," Sir Damian dismounted, telling the horse to stand. His mood didn't seem the worse for wear as he armored up, sabaton to armet, noting that his uncle's cuirass now fit him excellently. Afterwards, he helped Wart into his own armor, and had Wart unpack Kay's for when he got back. He kept his visor raised as the armored trio rode to the site of the fires.

"It's a village," Kay had reported, having seen a fingerpost sign. "Kopyta."

"Do we know what struck them?"

"No, I just scouted the road towards them," Kay said, mildly confused.

Damian groaned. Another thing Kay was bad at, apparently. He was a poor scout. Perhaps he should have sent Wart instead? Best to do that from now on, probably. Until he'd taught Kay a thing or two.

Kopyta was a half-day's ride away, and was indeed smoking, the villagers having just doused the fire. Damn embers smoked quite a bit. Just what had happened here? He parked his horse in front of what was clearly the entrance to the damaged area. He heard wailing from within. He knew the sound. The cries from the war, especially after the Tower of the Saint fell, still rang in his ears some nights.

The green knight entered the domicile, noting three bodies and five mourners. Blood pooled in the dirt, creating a red muck, and it struck Damian that these men were killed quite recklessly.

"Oh, now a knight of the realm shows up!" one of the young men said, outraged. "Where were you last night? The horses were screaming bloody murder so God, Elimine, and the devil could hear them, and no one showed up, but now that danger's past you suddenly ride out of nowhere?! The gall!"

"Bite your tongue, lout, before you lose your teeth. I respect that you have suffered losses, but I am here to help. I will find who did this, and bring you their heads as justice. Now, our horses are tired, as we have been riding since midmorning. My squires are tending them, at the moment, but if your stable has room, we need space for three. Now, who is in charge here?"

The man scowled at Damian's taking charge of the situation, but pointed at the corpse of a middle-aged man. It was clear he'd had salt-and-pepper hair and a decent beard, but his head was split open. A woman, clearly his wife, of the same age, was wailing atop his chest.

"God dammit," Damian pinched the bridge of his nose in his gauntlet, rubbing just above his eyes. "Who's the manorial lord, then?"

"That'd be Master Dunstan Rolfe. He's a five mile ride west, and we've already sent word."

"Makes my job simpler, I suppose. Can you tell me what happened? Were there any witnesses?"]]>
"Alright boys, mount up. Today's going to be a good day for adventure," Damian told them. They were dressed similarly to him. Electing not to wear armor, they just wore their grey aketons over blue tunics, their faded green hosen, ankle boots, and their swords. At the word of their master, the apprentice knights hurried to obey. Sir Damian was just about to focus on their path when Wart cried out.

"Master Damian, look!" Sir Damian followed the direction of his finger and saw what had alarmed the boy.

Plumes of smoke.

"Kay, ride south and see if there's a path that runs west toward those fires. Let the wind fail to catch you, boy!" He gave a sharp look to the arming squire. He was off like the arrow from a bow, his horse whinnying at the quick commands to first walk, then trot, then canter, then gallop. Soon, he was out of sight down the path south.

"Wart, unpack my armor. It seems we might need to fight today after all," Sir Damian dismounted, telling the horse to stand. His mood didn't seem the worse for wear as he armored up, sabaton to armet, noting that his uncle's cuirass now fit him excellently. Afterwards, he helped Wart into his own armor, and had Wart unpack Kay's for when he got back. He kept his visor raised as the armored trio rode to the site of the fires.

"It's a village," Kay had reported, having seen a fingerpost sign. "Kopyta."

"Do we know what struck them?"

"No, I just scouted the road towards them," Kay said, mildly confused.

Damian groaned. Another thing Kay was bad at, apparently. He was a poor scout. Perhaps he should have sent Wart instead? Best to do that from now on, probably. Until he'd taught Kay a thing or two.

Kopyta was a half-day's ride away, and was indeed smoking, the villagers having just doused the fire. Damn embers smoked quite a bit. Just what had happened here? He parked his horse in front of what was clearly the entrance to the damaged area. He heard wailing from within. He knew the sound. The cries from the war, especially after the Tower of the Saint fell, still rang in his ears some nights.

The green knight entered the domicile, noting three bodies and five mourners. Blood pooled in the dirt, creating a red muck, and it struck Damian that these men were killed quite recklessly.

"Oh, now a knight of the realm shows up!" one of the young men said, outraged. "Where were you last night? The horses were screaming bloody murder so God, Elimine, and the devil could hear them, and no one showed up, but now that danger's past you suddenly ride out of nowhere?! The gall!"

"Bite your tongue, lout, before you lose your teeth. I respect that you have suffered losses, but I am here to help. I will find who did this, and bring you their heads as justice. Now, our horses are tired, as we have been riding since midmorning. My squires are tending them, at the moment, but if your stable has room, we need space for three. Now, who is in charge here?"

The man scowled at Damian's taking charge of the situation, but pointed at the corpse of a middle-aged man. It was clear he'd had salt-and-pepper hair and a decent beard, but his head was split open. A woman, clearly his wife, of the same age, was wailing atop his chest.

"God dammit," Damian pinched the bridge of his nose in his gauntlet, rubbing just above his eyes. "Who's the manorial lord, then?"

"That'd be Master Dunstan Rolfe. He's a five mile ride west, and we've already sent word."

"Makes my job simpler, I suppose. Can you tell me what happened? Were there any witnesses?"]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1219.html Mon, 15 Mar 2021 02:19:02 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1219.html Name: Damian Verde
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Lycian Empire/The Emperor
Appearance/Description: A young man, naive, earnest, happy-go-lucky, and completely loyal to the Emperor. He has his mother's curly blonde hair, but his father's green eyes. A straight nose, not quite thin but not overly large, thin lips, and he has the most unruly stubble, try as he might to keep it in line. He has fair skin, as to be expected.

As a knight, his build is large (6'3" with broad shoulders), made larger by his armor, and toned. When not prepared for combat, he prefers his green gambeson, tan hosen, knee-high boots, a cape, and black chamois gloves, a gift from the Emperor for his service in the war. In combat, he wears full plate, a colored a mix of his House's favored green and a stylish black, with brass accents. The style of armor is Gothic, which his father paid for with his subject's taxes. He prefers a longsword, both mounted and afoot, but knows spear, mace, axe, and the shortbow (for when he goes hunting, for anything except boar).

Bio/Backstory: Damian was born to the landed knightly House of Verde in Ostia. He was born the son of the brother of Head of House Adrian Verde. Their house had history that stretched as far back as Roy's days as the first King of Lycia alongside Queen Lilina of Ostia. Damian's father, Hugo, was just as loyal, virtuous, and mighty as his brother Adrian, and both of them were most excellent knights. Damian served as page, and then squire, alongside his uncle's squire, Tiras, and all was well. Then came the formation of the Empire, and the Schism, and war that followed wrought terrible havoc on House Verde. Half of their men-at-arms died in the war, half of the survivors were maimed, most of their subjects that fought in the war were dead or scattered, and to top everything, Sir Adrian and Tiras turned their coats.

About the only good thing that came out of the war was Damian's knighting for valorous deeds in the field, by the emperor himself. This deed won him Damian's eternal loyalty.

Once the war was over, House Verde had a problem on their hands. Hugo assigned Damian as his regent over their lands over Damian's objections, ordering him to remain at home and help their people rebuild to the best of his ability. Sir Hugo undertook the heavy, personal task of hunting down his brother. Damian was rather hurt at both the betrayal of his uncle and his best friend, as well as his father forbidding him to follow, but he did understand his father's reasoning, at least.

After three months and no good word from his father, at last, a messenger bird from his father's party found its way home. Sir Hugo was on his way back. Sir Adrian's body had been recovered, but according to the letter, some time after Sir Adrian's capture, Tiras had apparently broken free of his bonds, snuck through the camp, killed Sir Adrian, and outfitted himself in most of his gear, and fled on Adrian's horse into the night.

A month later, after the funeral (still in the family crypt, though there was some consternation at that, and Sir Hugo had to pay a fine) and the proscribed mourning period, Sir Damian presented his father with an idea: He would hunt down that scumbag, Tiras, and avenge his uncle's murder, and recover his gear for House Verde. Sir Hugo liked this idea, and granted his son his blessing, as well as the only piece of Sir Adrian's gear that Tiras had not looted: his cuirass. It was of higher quality than his own, so Damian took it with a measure of pride. Perhaps his father would allow him to keep the rest of the gear after he killed Tiras.

With those thoughts, after the armorsmith adjusted the cuirass to Damian's specifications, he left home into the unknown.

Notes: Sir Damian has two squires.
*His Arming Squire is named Kay. Kay is a broad swarthy boy, still growing, but already with powerful arms and legs. He has a honed skill with spearcraft, and is well on his way to becoming a fine cavalier, but his skills on foot, especially with a sword, are rather lacking, as are his social graces.
*His Squire of the Table is named Arthur, but goes by Wart. He's a lean, tall boy, still growing. He is quite skilled at swordplay, on horse or foot, but overal his horsemanship is worse than Kay's, and his spearcraft on horse suffers for it. On the flip side, he is very skilled in the gentlemanly arts of knighthood already, though Kay picks on him for this.
*Both squires have lesser but still effective armor for themselves, and carry around Sir Damian's when he doesn't need it. They alternate whose day it is to clean Sir Damian's armor or hone his weapons. Both of them are learning horsecraft as well, and Sir Damian is taking care that they know the Code of Chivalry and the rules of Heraldry, in addition to everything else.]]> Name: Damian Verde
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Lycian Empire/The Emperor
Appearance/Description: A young man, naive, earnest, happy-go-lucky, and completely loyal to the Emperor. He has his mother's curly blonde hair, but his father's green eyes. A straight nose, not quite thin but not overly large, thin lips, and he has the most unruly stubble, try as he might to keep it in line. He has fair skin, as to be expected.

As a knight, his build is large (6'3" with broad shoulders), made larger by his armor, and toned. When not prepared for combat, he prefers his green gambeson, tan hosen, knee-high boots, a cape, and black chamois gloves, a gift from the Emperor for his service in the war. In combat, he wears full plate, a colored a mix of his House's favored green and a stylish black, with brass accents. The style of armor is Gothic, which his father paid for with his subject's taxes. He prefers a longsword, both mounted and afoot, but knows spear, mace, axe, and the shortbow (for when he goes hunting, for anything except boar).

Bio/Backstory: Damian was born to the landed knightly House of Verde in Ostia. He was born the son of the brother of Head of House Adrian Verde. Their house had history that stretched as far back as Roy's days as the first King of Lycia alongside Queen Lilina of Ostia. Damian's father, Hugo, was just as loyal, virtuous, and mighty as his brother Adrian, and both of them were most excellent knights. Damian served as page, and then squire, alongside his uncle's squire, Tiras, and all was well. Then came the formation of the Empire, and the Schism, and war that followed wrought terrible havoc on House Verde. Half of their men-at-arms died in the war, half of the survivors were maimed, most of their subjects that fought in the war were dead or scattered, and to top everything, Sir Adrian and Tiras turned their coats.

About the only good thing that came out of the war was Damian's knighting for valorous deeds in the field, by the emperor himself. This deed won him Damian's eternal loyalty.

Once the war was over, House Verde had a problem on their hands. Hugo assigned Damian as his regent over their lands over Damian's objections, ordering him to remain at home and help their people rebuild to the best of his ability. Sir Hugo undertook the heavy, personal task of hunting down his brother. Damian was rather hurt at both the betrayal of his uncle and his best friend, as well as his father forbidding him to follow, but he did understand his father's reasoning, at least.

After three months and no good word from his father, at last, a messenger bird from his father's party found its way home. Sir Hugo was on his way back. Sir Adrian's body had been recovered, but according to the letter, some time after Sir Adrian's capture, Tiras had apparently broken free of his bonds, snuck through the camp, killed Sir Adrian, and outfitted himself in most of his gear, and fled on Adrian's horse into the night.

A month later, after the funeral (still in the family crypt, though there was some consternation at that, and Sir Hugo had to pay a fine) and the proscribed mourning period, Sir Damian presented his father with an idea: He would hunt down that scumbag, Tiras, and avenge his uncle's murder, and recover his gear for House Verde. Sir Hugo liked this idea, and granted his son his blessing, as well as the only piece of Sir Adrian's gear that Tiras had not looted: his cuirass. It was of higher quality than his own, so Damian took it with a measure of pride. Perhaps his father would allow him to keep the rest of the gear after he killed Tiras.

With those thoughts, after the armorsmith adjusted the cuirass to Damian's specifications, he left home into the unknown.

Notes: Sir Damian has two squires.
*His Arming Squire is named Kay. Kay is a broad swarthy boy, still growing, but already with powerful arms and legs. He has a honed skill with spearcraft, and is well on his way to becoming a fine cavalier, but his skills on foot, especially with a sword, are rather lacking, as are his social graces.
*His Squire of the Table is named Arthur, but goes by Wart. He's a lean, tall boy, still growing. He is quite skilled at swordplay, on horse or foot, but overal his horsemanship is worse than Kay's, and his spearcraft on horse suffers for it. On the flip side, he is very skilled in the gentlemanly arts of knighthood already, though Kay picks on him for this.
*Both squires have lesser but still effective armor for themselves, and carry around Sir Damian's when he doesn't need it. They alternate whose day it is to clean Sir Damian's armor or hone his weapons. Both of them are learning horsecraft as well, and Sir Damian is taking care that they know the Code of Chivalry and the rules of Heraldry, in addition to everything else.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1216.html Mon, 15 Feb 2021 03:59:25 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1216.html ]]> ]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1210.html Mon, 30 Nov 2020 19:09:02 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1210.html http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1175.html Tue, 07 Jan 2020 02:42:31 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1175.html Name: Ilione -- nickname (but only close people call her that) "Il"
Age: 14 years and 4 months
Gender: Female
Nation/Allegiance: Foreign/ Serves the mercenary group of still unnamed person  as a kinda unofficial member
Appearance: Magenta hair, red hairband, 1.55m tall, skinny, asian-like skin colour
Description: Tries to act a bit tougher and cooler than she really is. Wants to be taken seriously and prove her worth to the merc group that took her in. Has a little thing for its leader, but would deny so if you asked. 
When on missions her smile and the way she acts suggest she's confident and knows what she's doing, but that's deceiving and deep inside she's always panicky and a bit paranoid of what could go wrong. Has swift movement of hands and feet, making her useful as a utility thief, but she's not at all prepared for actual combat and will not be able to use silencing
Suffers from Sea sickness
Scared of wolves, foxes and dragons

Bio/Backstory: While technically of lesser foreign royalty, no one really knows. Aged just 12,
When she and her parents went to travel for a meeting they got lost in the woods. Her mother fell ill and died not soon after and her father tried to save her from wildlife, sacrificing his own life as a decoy to attract the wild in order to save her.
Completely malnourished and almost done for, eventually she was found by the leader of a mercenary group. They took her in. It's difficult for her to settle at first as she's raised very neatly and the mercenary life is a lot different for her. The mercenary group thinks she's a common girl they saved, and she has no plans on ever telling them the truth about herself, meaning she portrays herself as a commoner and part of that group. 
Jobs were scarce lately however, so the group traveled to Elibe to see if they could get more luck there for a while.

She also has no plans to be a gym leader

  IlioneYoung-1.png (Size: 2.3 KB / Downloads: 0) ]]> Name: Ilione -- nickname (but only close people call her that) "Il"
Age: 14 years and 4 months
Gender: Female
Nation/Allegiance: Foreign/ Serves the mercenary group of still unnamed person  as a kinda unofficial member
Appearance: Magenta hair, red hairband, 1.55m tall, skinny, asian-like skin colour
Description: Tries to act a bit tougher and cooler than she really is. Wants to be taken seriously and prove her worth to the merc group that took her in. Has a little thing for its leader, but would deny so if you asked. 
When on missions her smile and the way she acts suggest she's confident and knows what she's doing, but that's deceiving and deep inside she's always panicky and a bit paranoid of what could go wrong. Has swift movement of hands and feet, making her useful as a utility thief, but she's not at all prepared for actual combat and will not be able to use silencing
Suffers from Sea sickness
Scared of wolves, foxes and dragons

Bio/Backstory: While technically of lesser foreign royalty, no one really knows. Aged just 12,
When she and her parents went to travel for a meeting they got lost in the woods. Her mother fell ill and died not soon after and her father tried to save her from wildlife, sacrificing his own life as a decoy to attract the wild in order to save her.
Completely malnourished and almost done for, eventually she was found by the leader of a mercenary group. They took her in. It's difficult for her to settle at first as she's raised very neatly and the mercenary life is a lot different for her. The mercenary group thinks she's a common girl they saved, and she has no plans on ever telling them the truth about herself, meaning she portrays herself as a commoner and part of that group. 
Jobs were scarce lately however, so the group traveled to Elibe to see if they could get more luck there for a while.

She also has no plans to be a gym leader

  IlioneYoung-1.png (Size: 2.3 KB / Downloads: 0) ]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1170.html Sun, 24 Nov 2019 16:14:02 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1170.html


If you can make out the avatar and get the reference, you get a cookie. Just don't spoil it for anyone who doesn't know, thanks!]]>


If you can make out the avatar and get the reference, you get a cookie. Just don't spoil it for anyone who doesn't know, thanks!]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1167.html Wed, 16 Oct 2019 15:54:47 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1167.html Name: Lodic Siegheim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Bern forever

Appearance/Description: Rather slender and somewhat short for a man, Lodic nevertheless compensates for this with a level of sharp, serious intensity that practically emanates from him in waves. His face is somewhat androgynously pretty, for lack of a better word, though he would never tolerate anyone saying that to his face. His eyes are a dark blue and his mid-face length, center-parted hair an equally dark, almost seaweed-green. Outside of armor, he is always dressed in uniform without a stitch out of place and boots polished to a mirror sheen.

He is a deeply serious, strict, honorable, dutiful, diligent sort with little patience for cowardice, sloth or horseplay. Somewhat taciturn and cold, perhaps not the easiest person to get along with or get to know, but a staunch and loyal friend once his trust has been earned.

Bio/Backstory: Born to the ancient but minor noble house of Siegheim after much fretting on the part of his parents at their distinct lack of heir, Lodic was stringently educated in everything from arts and literature to history, mathematics and warfare, all for the sake of one day being prepared not merely to rule, but to serve country and king just as the Siegheim family had always done for generations on end.

Then Lycia became tyrannical almost overnight and Bern was placed in a very precarious position, as were the Siegheims. On the one hand, they had always sent a child to serve bravely and well in the Bern military when they came of age, and it was doubly their duty to do so in such troubled times. On the other hand, losing their heir would spell the end of their family lineage. Lodic's mother pleaded with him to stay home, marry and have children, and also attempted to convince her husband Heidric of the wisdom of that position. Heidric, however, was unmoved. "I raised a man, and if he dies a man for the good of Bern our family will be clothed in far more glory and honor than would be achieved by cowering in the shadows," he replied. He immediately gave Lodic his blessing to join one of the wyvern battalions, in spite of the danger.]]> Name: Lodic Siegheim
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nation/Allegiance: Bern forever

Appearance/Description: Rather slender and somewhat short for a man, Lodic nevertheless compensates for this with a level of sharp, serious intensity that practically emanates from him in waves. His face is somewhat androgynously pretty, for lack of a better word, though he would never tolerate anyone saying that to his face. His eyes are a dark blue and his mid-face length, center-parted hair an equally dark, almost seaweed-green. Outside of armor, he is always dressed in uniform without a stitch out of place and boots polished to a mirror sheen.

He is a deeply serious, strict, honorable, dutiful, diligent sort with little patience for cowardice, sloth or horseplay. Somewhat taciturn and cold, perhaps not the easiest person to get along with or get to know, but a staunch and loyal friend once his trust has been earned.

Bio/Backstory: Born to the ancient but minor noble house of Siegheim after much fretting on the part of his parents at their distinct lack of heir, Lodic was stringently educated in everything from arts and literature to history, mathematics and warfare, all for the sake of one day being prepared not merely to rule, but to serve country and king just as the Siegheim family had always done for generations on end.

Then Lycia became tyrannical almost overnight and Bern was placed in a very precarious position, as were the Siegheims. On the one hand, they had always sent a child to serve bravely and well in the Bern military when they came of age, and it was doubly their duty to do so in such troubled times. On the other hand, losing their heir would spell the end of their family lineage. Lodic's mother pleaded with him to stay home, marry and have children, and also attempted to convince her husband Heidric of the wisdom of that position. Heidric, however, was unmoved. "I raised a man, and if he dies a man for the good of Bern our family will be clothed in far more glory and honor than would be achieved by cowering in the shadows," he replied. He immediately gave Lodic his blessing to join one of the wyvern battalions, in spite of the danger.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1165.html Mon, 30 Sep 2019 20:11:01 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1165.html
"Lady Cecilia, I beg of you to reconsider! At the very least, stay for the funeral," Lord Faren pleaded. "If your life is truly at risk, it would be safer for you to remain here."

"Your consideration is well noted, but I have already made my decision," Cecily said sternly.

Cecily could not disagree with Faren's assessment: hiding in Bern would be the easy choice. Definitely safer than returning to Lycia. But she has good reason to tear herself away from her tiresome admirer. She reasoned, with Faren and her companions, that traveling to Castle Pherae and obtaining information about the state of Laus from Lord Elbert IV would allow Cecily to figure out how to deal with the constant looming threat of assassins tailing her.

But she would not dare attempt this without Satsume or the other companions who volunteered to accompany her. After all, Cecily was nearly killed back when it was just Theodore and her. And Theodore is gone.

"Once again, I thank you for your hospitality," Cecily bowed. "It cannot be easy to accommodate my companions and myself on such a short notice."

"No-no-no-no, it was no problem at all! Please consider visiting again," Faren quickly replied with a wave of his hand.

Absolutely not, she would like to say. But instead Cecily merely offered her diplomatic answer: "When the time comes."

Right as she replied, her wyvern turned its head to look right at her. Cecily instinctively recoiled from its intimidating gaze. She's never going to get used to these creatures.]]>
"Lady Cecilia, I beg of you to reconsider! At the very least, stay for the funeral," Lord Faren pleaded. "If your life is truly at risk, it would be safer for you to remain here."

"Your consideration is well noted, but I have already made my decision," Cecily said sternly.

Cecily could not disagree with Faren's assessment: hiding in Bern would be the easy choice. Definitely safer than returning to Lycia. But she has good reason to tear herself away from her tiresome admirer. She reasoned, with Faren and her companions, that traveling to Castle Pherae and obtaining information about the state of Laus from Lord Elbert IV would allow Cecily to figure out how to deal with the constant looming threat of assassins tailing her.

But she would not dare attempt this without Satsume or the other companions who volunteered to accompany her. After all, Cecily was nearly killed back when it was just Theodore and her. And Theodore is gone.

"Once again, I thank you for your hospitality," Cecily bowed. "It cannot be easy to accommodate my companions and myself on such a short notice."

"No-no-no-no, it was no problem at all! Please consider visiting again," Faren quickly replied with a wave of his hand.

Absolutely not, she would like to say. But instead Cecily merely offered her diplomatic answer: "When the time comes."

Right as she replied, her wyvern turned its head to look right at her. Cecily instinctively recoiled from its intimidating gaze. She's never going to get used to these creatures.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1164.html Mon, 30 Sep 2019 00:23:23 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1164.html Bernese Ball, where the hijinks of Cecily and Satsume continue. Following the assassination at the ball, Cecily uses the excuse to seek refuge in Pherae, where she could meet with the Marquess of Pherae. There she learns of the situation in Laus and hatch a plan with Satsume that takes them straight to the Lausian throne and confront her uncle, the Marquess of Laus.

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Everyone who was around in the last thread can attend, no questions asked, so this thread is more for those with an interest in joining us for this thread.]]> Bernese Ball, where the hijinks of Cecily and Satsume continue. Following the assassination at the ball, Cecily uses the excuse to seek refuge in Pherae, where she could meet with the Marquess of Pherae. There she learns of the situation in Laus and hatch a plan with Satsume that takes them straight to the Lausian throne and confront her uncle, the Marquess of Laus.

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Everyone who was around in the last thread can attend, no questions asked, so this thread is more for those with an interest in joining us for this thread.]]> http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1163.html Fri, 20 Sep 2019 21:12:00 +0000 http://forums.feplanet.net/thread-1163.html
FEP just randomly popped into my head for the first time in... I guess like 3 years at this point, so figured I'd see what's goin' down. What's up? Anyone still here?]]>
FEP just randomly popped into my head for the first time in... I guess like 3 years at this point, so figured I'd see what's goin' down. What's up? Anyone still here?]]>