The captain, taking visible delight in Allan's growing aggravation, smiles. "Heh, no. I actually didn't get any of that fancy military education they give pampered little nobles and rich men who want an extra title. I made it to a position of command on the backs of the fallen, a half-dozen incompetent 'bettors,' fat and brainless worms who all made the same stupid, stupid mistake." Around him, the guardsmen have all gotten to their feet. Milling about, they form a semi-circle. The cleric keeps his eyes closed.
To the right, Zia peers down a long hallway- and catches sight of a young woman, who has a rather panicked expression. The girl, realizing she's caught Zia's attention, waves her arms across her chest in a 'x' of sorts, shaking her head and grimacing. She freezes up at the sound of footsteps nearby, and darts off into another room without a second glance. Huh. Wonder what that was all about. She didn't seem to be wearing the royal guard armor or anything.
Meanwhile, Captain Caution continues his diatribe. This man is clearly not concerned with actually answering the questions asked of him. "Can you guess what that mistake was? Hell, I'll give you a hint," he laughs as the soldiers at his back, in practiced unison, level their weapons...at you. "you've done the same damn thing."
As the men draw their weapons, Orson takes his Holy Book, pressing the sacred text against his heart with both hands. He closes his eyes, then opens them again, fixing a look of scorn and anger upon the captain. "The Goddess does not smile upon you all."
He widens his stance, seams on his still-too-small patchwork robe coming undone as he grasps the book by the bottom of its spine. Lifting his left leg up as he winds up his right hand, he fixes one last glance at the captain before following through, leg crashing against the ground as his extended right arm releases the book, spinning forward in an arc towards its intended target:
The Cleric.
"Go!" Orson roars in pain, grasping his right arm as he turns to flee.
On Orson's cue, Allan takes his shield in his left hand and makes a backhand swipe at Captain Clueless's head. "Aww, Precious. Did you really think you disarmed me?" Allan gives quite a smile as he dons his helmet once more. "If you scumbags think I need more than my shield to finish you off, well, you're about to learn something about how a Vallisian Knight does battle." Unlike Orson, however, he doesn't retreat. "Come, those of you who are ready to die!"
Zia [15/15] [59 exp] [Build 6] [Unarmed]
Zia starts to go after the girl, but hears the footsteps that scared her off and retreats back to the large room. Waiting for them to pass, she turns to see the captain and his men marching towards the other mercenaries. Thinking she hasn't been noticed yet, she decides to pursuit the girl and darts into the hallway.
"So, is this the part where the knight says I told you so, and w-"
"GO!"
Seeing Zia darting off towards a hallway, Orson follows. He doesn't have any better ideas.
Not sure if even a thief could escape that many eyes watching you in the center of a (presumably well-lit?) room without anyone noticing and, given their attitude, attacking. But vOv, Orson will follow Zia if he can see her.
The cleric's eyes slam open as Orson launches the book face-wards with deadly accuracy. As the holy work makes contact, a sharp chill cuts through the room. The air blurs and-
-the book clatters to the ground harmlessly, several feet away from anyone. The cleric regards it with a bored expression. What was Orson even aiming at, exactly?
The soldiers, taken a little off guard by this callous waste of literature... as well as whatever just happened, pull their weapons up to attack, but are interrupted by Allan's crazy heroic assault, giving those of you who decided to flee enough time to clear the room. The captain leaps back and away from Allan's swipe, staggering a little as he lands. He smirks. "Well, shit! Finally, someone who's going to try." The captain cracks his knuckles. "Tell you what. Normally I'd just draw my sword and cut that enormous fat head from your shoulders, but today has just been boooooring." He drops his sword and kicks it away with a flourish. "There! Even!"
He turns to the rest of his men. "You all, take the little fish." Most of the soldiers rush out of the room through the door the other mercenaries left by, taking wide paths around Allan. Only a handful are left, including that cleric.
The captain snarls at Allan. "Come on!"
Zia and the rest of the company make their way after the figure she spotted earlier, but as luck would have it, the young woman is long gone from the room she headed into. However, this hall isn't entirely unoccupied. Just around the corner, you can hear that archer from earlier- the one who gathered up everyone's equipment- yelling at another soldier, although what he's actually yelling is indecipherable. But perhaps your weapons are somewhere nearby?
A few more soldiers can be heard chatting up ahead.
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(F0: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(E1: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
(J8: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
Win Condtion: Escape!
Player Phase Begins
Notes:
First of all! Unarmed combat probably isn't in the rules because dang I did not think people were going to give up their weapons so fast ( :P ), but i'm going to go ahead and say it's basically just damage from EN, with 80% base accuracy. If you concealed a weapon way back when, great! Use that instead.
You guys should also notice those crumbling, sad-looking walls. Those can be destroyed with basic attacks... and if you're a big guy, pretty easily. There are also probably more than five enemies in the Corridors map, but there's a bunch of pesky walls in the way. How rude of them.
Shock is gonna have to figure out some way of reuniting with his beloved animal companion via flavor text, unless you feel like legging this one. In which case, you've got a movement of [5].
Macia unties a horn from her belt. It's large and simple, a band of iron a few inches from its largest opening its only decoration. She presses it to her lips and blows. Its call is a deep bellow, echoing throughout the keep, leaking through ancient walls.
Moments pass. Twin thunks sound on the east wall. Then two more. Fragmented masonry flies through the air with a deafening crash, a blue-green hulk slithering through the newly created hole, its form coming to a stop before the soldier-turned-mercenary.
"Good boy." Macia swings onto Gyorsul's saddle, unbuckling the lance strapped underneath it as she does so.
She holds her spear high, urging her mount toward the enemy swordsman, stabbing the lancepoint toward the wretch with the power of a drake, and the terrible will of a trained killer.
Summon Wyvern, move to E13, stab Swordsman, move right on back to C14.
Roll: 33
Effective Speed 7 with Slim Lance
Base hit + Skill = 91
Crit = 11
Base Damage = 10
"You don't get it, do you, Captain Clueless?" Allan enters an unarmed fighting stance. "None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me!" With surprising speed, Allan closes the distance between himself and the captain, unleashing a flurry of gauntlet-augmented punches. His booming laughter resounds on the stone walls. "Run while you can, cowards! If you do not, you shall die by my hands! Vigilance, the Fury of Harburg, is here, and he shall have blood tonight!"
Knight to E2, attacking D1 Captain with fists of fury.
Throne Room
Allan's incredibly foolhardy assault goes about as well as expected. The captain takes one punch to the face [36, Captain takes 1 damage] but shrugs it off, responding with a causal elbow strike of his own. [Allan takes 1 damage and gains 12 exp] The man sighs. "Y'know, all that armor of yours is gonna make this take forever at this rate. Let's see if we can't do something about that," he adds with a grin, as his eyes begin to glow a deep purple and his body contorts and...shifts. Muscles and bones rearrange themselves in a grotesque parody of an anatomy study as the creature drops to all fours. On the plus side, he's much shorter now. On the negative end, the claws and fangs of a wolf laguz suddenly threaten to make the whole unarmed combat thing a one-sided contest. He bares his now terrifying teeth, as if daring Allan to try that again.
Back in the corridors, Macia and her wyvern buddy make a terrifying entrance that completely wrecks any chance remaining of accomplishing things with any degree of subtlety. The swordfighter, caught off guard, swipes desperately at the wyvern as the lance catches him in the side, but whiffs. [Swordsman takes 6 damage! Macia gains 11 experience.]
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
Still deciding myself whether I want to Smite that puny door or go punch an archer. The later lets Zia steal something this turn instead of picking locks; too bad she's just out of range of the chest.
Also I take back accusations of that sneakyness stunt being ridiculous (especially with the two distractions around), let's be awesome.
Orson [14/14] [Build 12] Mend [Exp: 72]
"I'll handle that." Orson flexes and charges forward, tossing his cumbersome robe in the face of the already beleaguered swordsman as he runs past, coming face-to-face with his most fearsome adversary yet.
Only this time, Orson doesn't knock.
As the dehinged portal cries uncle, crashing into the wall, Orson spots a chest.
Corridors
The door is completely and utterly defeated, leaving the tiny little room to the south wide open.
Meanwhile, Zia finds herself being pushed in front of an angry guy with a sword and an archer. Good teamwork, guys.
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
Zia [15/15] [59 exp] [Build 6] [Unarmed]
Stumbling from the man's shove, Zia sprints after Orson, much less irritated than the last time she got pushed around. Darting into the now unlocked room, she approaches the chest, whips out her tools, picks the lock, and flips open the top, all in one smooth motion.
"Got it!" she shouts, looking over the chest's contents.
"Well, well. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. But there's something you should know about me, Captain Clueless. I can do that too." Allan proceeds to grunt and growl oddly for several seconds. Then, just as it seems like he might be about to transform...
...he bolts towards the stray soldiers in the room. He shoulder checks the one with the Iron Lance into the wall, trying to use the advantage of surprise and his substantial size advantage to wrest the weapon from the man's hands and re-arm himself.
Throne Room
Against all odds, Allan's gambit, [which was houseruled via a really stupidly unlikely dice roll], works. Allan finds himself the proud new owner of an Iron Lance. The captain watches him with skepticism, or as close as a wolf can get to that expression. The other soldiers hesitate, waiting to see if they get any new orders.
Corridors
Zia digs through the ancient chest and finds a musty, discolored magic tome. [Elthunder tome acquired!] However, there is no sign of your weapons here.
Enemy Phase
Perhaps unwilling to take on the wyvern and shaman themselves, the nearest enemies shout an alert- and then target the large healer. The swordsman manages to barely nick Orson with a desperate overhead swing, and gets punched in the face for his troubles. [Orson takes 0 damage! Swordsman takes 5 damage!] The archer does a little better, firing into the big man's shoulder. [Orson takes 4 damage! Orson gets 12 experience]
Still, the healer is doing pretty well, until a feeling of severe nausea washes over him. Yeah, one of those weapons was definitely poisoned. [Orson takes 2 damage!]
Any chance at proceeding stealthily has been blown. Footsteps move closer from the hallway in front of you... and the one you just came from,
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Unarmed])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
[17] Orson adopts a cold expression to weather the hardship as his mercenary instincts kick in, giving the swordsman no time to recover his footing before charging forward with his left shoulder, body-checking the unfortunate man into indifferent stone. He collapses in a broken heap on the ground, a new crack added to the worn castle.
Regaining his stance, Orson's gaze shifts to his right. "Hello, Raines."
Feeling a sword coming to a rest against his foot, a sandal covers it, preparing to scoot it Ziawards.
Roll is with skill subtracted from raw roll of [21].
And hooray fire emblem trading rules. If Zia moves to F15 she can get the sword from Orson and attack Raines in one turn.
Zia [15/15] [59 exp] [Build 6] [Unarmed]
Sighing with disappointment, Zia grabs the tome and tosses it in her satchel. "The weapons aren't here, just this book."
She turns to see Orson slightly outnumbered and recognizes that look in his face. It's safe to say that a poorly cooked meal wasn't the reason for it. She sprints at the (recently disrobed) man, replacing the sword from under his foot with a small pouch of antitoxin as she slides past him. Catching the edge of a stone in the floor, Zia plants her foot and stands defensively with the tip of her newly acquired blade pointed at Raines.
"That's for you, friend," glancing at her ally's foot.
Zia's gaze addresses Raines with a glare. "And this is for you if you don't tell us the truth. Who are you and what do you want with us?"
Move to F15 and "trade" Orson 1 antitoxin to acquire/equip the Iron Sword
[Orson gets 33 experience! Swordsman is defeated!]
Raines gives Zia one of his trademark smiles. "Listen, young lady," he chuckles, hands still on his bow, "I make it a point of pride to never lie. It's so much more fun just leaving out a word here or there. Challenging, too. We are, in fact, Royal Guardsmen. And I doubt that anyone here wants anything from you, specifically. So, how about you pretty butterflies just," he flaps a hand in the air, "flutter off before you hear or see something you really shouldn't."
He seems utterly unconcerned by the sword in Zia's hands. "Better move quick. I imagine the whole unit's got a pretty good idea of your position by now."
Still to move: Macia, Sardo, Allan. If Zia wants to round up her turn by stabbing the archer in his smug little face I'll allow that, too.
Allan [21/21] [Build 10] [Iron Lance] [6 Experience]
Allan breathes a congratulatory sigh of relief. "Well then, looks like that evened the scores a bit, huh? Thanks for the lance, m'boy, you'll get it back when this is over." Brimming with confidence, the knight saunters over to the throne. "Now I'll just sit here, and you try and take your best shot, little man, how 'bout that?"
Now that I'm thinking about how Orson would respond to Raines it dawns on me just how jarring someone delivering a 12-15 second monologue while standing in place, in the middle of combat, without surrendering, right next to opponents is narratively. Mostly because Orson would be punching the jerk instead of listening to what he says cause you know, frantic escape, still in combat, he literally shot Orson seconds ago, etc. Not that I don't appreciate receiving information that helps me realize that this division of the Royal Guard is probably fully responsible for what happened to the other bandit camp, but still.
Mostly making this post because I want to point out that Raines did not surrender, did not claim he would stop attacking us despite "advice", and judging by his character will not stop attacking us no matter how much it feels like that since his long monologue puts you in an "out of combat" mindset, and I can't really convey that in-character outside of my character's turn without making the narrative flow worse.
also what he is doing, (which is, humorously enough, in the spirit of the games and is in response to being addressed), is not meant to be sensible at all.
Like, in the slightest. Dude's even taking a hand off of his weapon! He is making terrible decisions.
I did pick up on his lack of concern for his mortality as a possible clue. I mean uh, personality trait. Yes.
Does look better in response to fire emblem being silly, but I don't think I can have Orson reply without having him make some kinda terrible meta reference to not being able to punch the man right now :P
As soon as the petulant little shit says the word "quick", something long, sharp, and forceful bites into his armor. The battlefield is no place for speeches.
move to E14, lance Raines.
Roll: 57
Effective Speed 7 with Slim Lance
Base hit + Skill = 91
Crit = 11
Base Damage = 10
Posts
um, right. still technically afternoon!
The captain, taking visible delight in Allan's growing aggravation, smiles. "Heh, no. I actually didn't get any of that fancy military education they give pampered little nobles and rich men who want an extra title. I made it to a position of command on the backs of the fallen, a half-dozen incompetent 'bettors,' fat and brainless worms who all made the same stupid, stupid mistake." Around him, the guardsmen have all gotten to their feet. Milling about, they form a semi-circle. The cleric keeps his eyes closed.
To the right, Zia peers down a long hallway- and catches sight of a young woman, who has a rather panicked expression. The girl, realizing she's caught Zia's attention, waves her arms across her chest in a 'x' of sorts, shaking her head and grimacing. She freezes up at the sound of footsteps nearby, and darts off into another room without a second glance. Huh. Wonder what that was all about. She didn't seem to be wearing the royal guard armor or anything.
Meanwhile, Captain Caution continues his diatribe. This man is clearly not concerned with actually answering the questions asked of him. "Can you guess what that mistake was? Hell, I'll give you a hint," he laughs as the soldiers at his back, in practiced unison, level their weapons...at you. "you've done the same damn thing."
As the men draw their weapons, Orson takes his Holy Book, pressing the sacred text against his heart with both hands. He closes his eyes, then opens them again, fixing a look of scorn and anger upon the captain. "The Goddess does not smile upon you all."
He widens his stance, seams on his still-too-small patchwork robe coming undone as he grasps the book by the bottom of its spine. Lifting his left leg up as he winds up his right hand, he fixes one last glance at the captain before following through, leg crashing against the ground as his extended right arm releases the book, spinning forward in an arc towards its intended target:
The Cleric.
"Go!" Orson roars in pain, grasping his right arm as he turns to flee.
On Orson's cue, Allan takes his shield in his left hand and makes a backhand swipe at Captain Clueless's head. "Aww, Precious. Did you really think you disarmed me?" Allan gives quite a smile as he dons his helmet once more. "If you scumbags think I need more than my shield to finish you off, well, you're about to learn something about how a Vallisian Knight does battle." Unlike Orson, however, he doesn't retreat. "Come, those of you who are ready to die!"
anyone else still here?
that's cool
how's life?
I've had a dearth of posts in my own thread, if that helps, though that's really more my fault at this point.
I'm sure stuff will pick up for you though, you're the only pusher of your kind in town : P
"So, is this the part where the knight says I told you so, and we run for our lives?"
Twitch Stream
Zia starts to go after the girl, but hears the footsteps that scared her off and retreats back to the large room. Waiting for them to pass, she turns to see the captain and his men marching towards the other mercenaries. Thinking she hasn't been noticed yet, she decides to pursuit the girl and darts into the hallway.
"GO!"
Seeing Zia darting off towards a hallway, Orson follows. He doesn't have any better ideas.
Not sure if even a thief could escape that many eyes watching you in the center of a (presumably well-lit?) room without anyone noticing and, given their attitude, attacking. But vOv, Orson will follow Zia if he can see her.
The cleric's eyes slam open as Orson launches the book face-wards with deadly accuracy. As the holy work makes contact, a sharp chill cuts through the room. The air blurs and-
-the book clatters to the ground harmlessly, several feet away from anyone. The cleric regards it with a bored expression. What was Orson even aiming at, exactly?
The soldiers, taken a little off guard by this callous waste of literature... as well as whatever just happened, pull their weapons up to attack, but are interrupted by Allan's crazy heroic assault, giving those of you who decided to flee enough time to clear the room. The captain leaps back and away from Allan's swipe, staggering a little as he lands. He smirks. "Well, shit! Finally, someone who's going to try." The captain cracks his knuckles. "Tell you what. Normally I'd just draw my sword and cut that enormous fat head from your shoulders, but today has just been boooooring." He drops his sword and kicks it away with a flourish. "There! Even!"
He turns to the rest of his men. "You all, take the little fish." Most of the soldiers rush out of the room through the door the other mercenaries left by, taking wide paths around Allan. Only a handful are left, including that cleric.
The captain snarls at Allan. "Come on!"
Zia and the rest of the company make their way after the figure she spotted earlier, but as luck would have it, the young woman is long gone from the room she headed into. However, this hall isn't entirely unoccupied. Just around the corner, you can hear that archer from earlier- the one who gathered up everyone's equipment- yelling at another soldier, although what he's actually yelling is indecipherable. But perhaps your weapons are somewhere nearby?
A few more soldiers can be heard chatting up ahead.
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(F0: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(E1: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
(D2: Cleric? Lv. 1 [29/29] [Build 8] [Warp])
(D1: Captain Lv. 4 [27/27] [Build 12] [Unarmed] [Beast] )
Win Condition: Survive.
Map- Corridors
Enemy Units- Corridors
(E11: Raines (Archer Lv.2) [15/15] [Build 8] [Iron Bow]) - Chest Key
(E12: Swordsman Lv.2 [15/15] [Build 7] [Venin Edge]) - Iron Sword
(I7: Mage Lv. 2 [16/16] [Build 5] [Wind]) -Door Key
(I6: Axefighter Lv.2: [20/20] [Build 12] [Hammer]) - Vulnerary
(J8: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
Win Condtion: Escape!
Player Phase Begins
Notes:
First of all! Unarmed combat probably isn't in the rules because dang I did not think people were going to give up their weapons so fast ( :P ), but i'm going to go ahead and say it's basically just damage from EN, with 80% base accuracy. If you concealed a weapon way back when, great! Use that instead.
You guys should also notice those crumbling, sad-looking walls. Those can be destroyed with basic attacks... and if you're a big guy, pretty easily. There are also probably more than five enemies in the Corridors map, but there's a bunch of pesky walls in the way. How rude of them.
Shock is gonna have to figure out some way of reuniting with his beloved animal companion via flavor text, unless you feel like legging this one. In which case, you've got a movement of [5].
Macia unties a horn from her belt. It's large and simple, a band of iron a few inches from its largest opening its only decoration. She presses it to her lips and blows. Its call is a deep bellow, echoing throughout the keep, leaking through ancient walls.
Moments pass. Twin thunks sound on the east wall. Then two more. Fragmented masonry flies through the air with a deafening crash, a blue-green hulk slithering through the newly created hole, its form coming to a stop before the soldier-turned-mercenary.
"Good boy." Macia swings onto Gyorsul's saddle, unbuckling the lance strapped underneath it as she does so.
She holds her spear high, urging her mount toward the enemy swordsman, stabbing the lancepoint toward the wretch with the power of a drake, and the terrible will of a trained killer.
Roll: 33
Effective Speed 7 with Slim Lance
Base hit + Skill = 91
Crit = 11
Base Damage = 10
Steam
"You don't get it, do you, Captain Clueless?" Allan enters an unarmed fighting stance. "None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me!" With surprising speed, Allan closes the distance between himself and the captain, unleashing a flurry of gauntlet-augmented punches. His booming laughter resounds on the stone walls. "Run while you can, cowards! If you do not, you shall die by my hands! Vigilance, the Fury of Harburg, is here, and he shall have blood tonight!"
Throne Room
Allan's incredibly foolhardy assault goes about as well as expected. The captain takes one punch to the face [36, Captain takes 1 damage] but shrugs it off, responding with a causal elbow strike of his own. [Allan takes 1 damage and gains 12 exp] The man sighs. "Y'know, all that armor of yours is gonna make this take forever at this rate. Let's see if we can't do something about that," he adds with a grin, as his eyes begin to glow a deep purple and his body contorts and...shifts. Muscles and bones rearrange themselves in a grotesque parody of an anatomy study as the creature drops to all fours. On the plus side, he's much shorter now. On the negative end, the claws and fangs of a wolf laguz suddenly threaten to make the whole unarmed combat thing a one-sided contest. He bares his now terrifying teeth, as if daring Allan to try that again.
Back in the corridors, Macia and her wyvern buddy make a terrifying entrance that completely wrecks any chance remaining of accomplishing things with any degree of subtlety. The swordfighter, caught off guard, swipes desperately at the wyvern as the lance catches him in the side, but whiffs. [Swordsman takes 6 damage! Macia gains 11 experience.]
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
(H1: Cleric? Lv. 1 [29/29] [Build 8] [Warp])
(D2: Captain Lv. 4 [26/27] [Build 12] [Unarmed] [Beast- Active] )
Map- Corridors
Enemy Units- Corridors
(E11: Raines (Archer Lv.2) [15/15] [Build 8] [Iron Bow]) - Chest Key
(E12: Swordsman Lv.2 [9/15] [Build 7] [Venin Edge]) - Iron Sword
(I7: Mage Lv. 2 [16/16] [Build 5] [Wind]) -Door Key
(I6: Axefighter Lv.2: [20/20] [Build 12] [Hammer]) - Vulnerary
(J8: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
Still to move: Orson, Sardo, Zia.
Hey, we gotta get to a choke point or something, like that door over there. Think you can get it open Zia?
Twitch Stream
(unless Sardo pushes her, heh)
Orson [14/14] [Build 12] Mend [Exp: 72]
"I'll handle that." Orson flexes and charges forward, tossing his cumbersome robe in the face of the already beleaguered swordsman as he runs past, coming face-to-face with his most fearsome adversary yet.
Only this time, Orson doesn't knock.
As the dehinged portal cries uncle, crashing into the wall, Orson spots a chest.
"Hey Zia! This might be our stuff!"
Move to G15, use smite on door.
"Go, Zia! We need to find out weapons, or we're going to get overrun!"
Twitch Stream
Corridors
The door is completely and utterly defeated, leaving the tiny little room to the south wide open.
Meanwhile, Zia finds herself being pushed in front of an angry guy with a sword and an archer. Good teamwork, guys.
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
(H1: Cleric? Lv. 1 [29/29] [Build 8] [Warp])
(D2: Captain Lv. 4 [26/27] [Build 12] [Unarmed] [Beast- Active] )
Map- Corridors
Enemy Units- Corridors
(E11: Raines (Archer Lv.2) [15/15] [Build 8] [Iron Bow]) - Chest Key
(E12: Swordsman Lv.2 [9/15] [Build 7] [Venin Edge]) - Iron Sword
(I7: Mage Lv. 2 [16/16] [Build 5] [Wind]) -Door Key
(I6: Axefighter Lv.2: [20/20] [Build 12] [Hammer]) - Vulnerary
(J8: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
Still to move: Zia, and Allan can keep going with his poor decisions, too, should he so wish.
Stumbling from the man's shove, Zia sprints after Orson, much less irritated than the last time she got pushed around. Darting into the now unlocked room, she approaches the chest, whips out her tools, picks the lock, and flips open the top, all in one smooth motion.
"Got it!" she shouts, looking over the chest's contents.
"Well, well. Guess I shouldn't be surprised. But there's something you should know about me, Captain Clueless. I can do that too." Allan proceeds to grunt and growl oddly for several seconds. Then, just as it seems like he might be about to transform...
...he bolts towards the stray soldiers in the room. He shoulder checks the one with the Iron Lance into the wall, trying to use the advantage of surprise and his substantial size advantage to wrest the weapon from the man's hands and re-arm himself.
Throne Room
Against all odds, Allan's gambit, [which was houseruled via a really stupidly unlikely dice roll], works. Allan finds himself the proud new owner of an Iron Lance. The captain watches him with skepticism, or as close as a wolf can get to that expression. The other soldiers hesitate, waiting to see if they get any new orders.
Corridors
Zia digs through the ancient chest and finds a musty, discolored magic tome. [Elthunder tome acquired!] However, there is no sign of your weapons here.
Enemy Phase
Perhaps unwilling to take on the wyvern and shaman themselves, the nearest enemies shout an alert- and then target the large healer. The swordsman manages to barely nick Orson with a desperate overhead swing, and gets punched in the face for his troubles. [Orson takes 0 damage! Swordsman takes 5 damage!] The archer does a little better, firing into the big man's shoulder. [Orson takes 4 damage! Orson gets 12 experience]
Still, the healer is doing pretty well, until a feeling of severe nausea washes over him. Yeah, one of those weapons was definitely poisoned. [Orson takes 2 damage!]
Any chance at proceeding stealthily has been blown. Footsteps move closer from the hallway in front of you... and the one you just came from,
Map- Throne Room
Enemy Units- Throne Room
(F6: Archer Lv.1 [15/15] [Build 6] [Iron Bow])
(G1 Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Unarmed])
(H2: Soldier B Lv.1 [20/20] [Build 7] [Slim Lance])
(H1: Cleric? Lv. 1 [29/29] [Build 8] [Warp])
(D2: Captain Lv. 4 [26/27] [Build 12] [Unarmed] [Beast- Active] )
Map- Corridors
Enemy Units- Corridors
(F14: Raines (Archer Lv.2) [15/15] [Build 8] [Iron Bow]) - Chest Key
(G14: Swordsman Lv.2 [4/15] [Build 7] [Venin Edge]) - Iron Sword
(I7: Mage Lv. 2 [16/16] [Build 5] [Wind]) -Door Key
(J8: Axefighter Lv.2: [20/20] [Build 12] [Hammer]) - Vulnerary
(H11: Soldier A Lv.1 [19/19] [Build 10] [Iron Lance])
Player Phase Begins
[17] Orson adopts a cold expression to weather the hardship as his mercenary instincts kick in, giving the swordsman no time to recover his footing before charging forward with his left shoulder, body-checking the unfortunate man into indifferent stone. He collapses in a broken heap on the ground, a new crack added to the worn castle.
Regaining his stance, Orson's gaze shifts to his right. "Hello, Raines."
Feeling a sword coming to a rest against his foot, a sandal covers it, preparing to scoot it Ziawards.
Roll is with skill subtracted from raw roll of [21].
And hooray fire emblem trading rules. If Zia moves to F15 she can get the sword from Orson and attack Raines in one turn.
:rotate:
Sighing with disappointment, Zia grabs the tome and tosses it in her satchel. "The weapons aren't here, just this book."
She turns to see Orson slightly outnumbered and recognizes that look in his face. It's safe to say that a poorly cooked meal wasn't the reason for it. She sprints at the (recently disrobed) man, replacing the sword from under his foot with a small pouch of antitoxin as she slides past him. Catching the edge of a stone in the floor, Zia plants her foot and stands defensively with the tip of her newly acquired blade pointed at Raines.
"That's for you, friend," glancing at her ally's foot.
Zia's gaze addresses Raines with a glare. "And this is for you if you don't tell us the truth. Who are you and what do you want with us?"
Raines gives Zia one of his trademark smiles. "Listen, young lady," he chuckles, hands still on his bow, "I make it a point of pride to never lie. It's so much more fun just leaving out a word here or there. Challenging, too. We are, in fact, Royal Guardsmen. And I doubt that anyone here wants anything from you, specifically. So, how about you pretty butterflies just," he flaps a hand in the air, "flutter off before you hear or see something you really shouldn't."
He seems utterly unconcerned by the sword in Zia's hands. "Better move quick. I imagine the whole unit's got a pretty good idea of your position by now."
Still to move: Macia, Sardo, Allan. If Zia wants to round up her turn by stabbing the archer in his smug little face I'll allow that, too.
Raines' speech is suddenly interrupted by a level up screen appearing out of nowhere!
You know that's canon because it's in our game's color, mhm.
HP +1
DEF +1
EN +1
I'm just in a good mood, which means corniness is to be inflicted upon you all.
Allan breathes a congratulatory sigh of relief. "Well then, looks like that evened the scores a bit, huh? Thanks for the lance, m'boy, you'll get it back when this is over." Brimming with confidence, the knight saunters over to the throne. "Now I'll just sit here, and you try and take your best shot, little man, how 'bout that?"
Mostly making this post because I want to point out that Raines did not surrender, did not claim he would stop attacking us despite "advice", and judging by his character will not stop attacking us no matter how much it feels like that since his long monologue puts you in an "out of combat" mindset, and I can't really convey that in-character outside of my character's turn without making the narrative flow worse.
also what he is doing, (which is, humorously enough, in the spirit of the games and is in response to being addressed), is not meant to be sensible at all.
Like, in the slightest. Dude's even taking a hand off of his weapon! He is making terrible decisions.
Still to move: Macia, Sardo. (Zia?)
Does look better in response to fire emblem being silly, but I don't think I can have Orson reply without having him make some kinda terrible meta reference to not being able to punch the man right now :P
also i have to reiterate that these smileys are terrible.
on the plus side which is not totally related: Awakening looks stupid good
http://serenesforest.net/fe13/
As soon as the petulant little shit says the word "quick", something long, sharp, and forceful bites into his armor. The battlefield is no place for speeches.
Roll: 57
Effective Speed 7 with Slim Lance
Base hit + Skill = 91
Crit = 11
Base Damage = 10
Steam
Rhapsody, was Zia handing Orson the antitoxin or using medic to use it on him?
Edit: OH GOD EVEN THAT SMILEY!?