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Fire Emblem: Binding Light

I have not honestly decided when or how to promote my two characters yet, I'll play it by ear for now, I reckon.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Not quite, Niya could very well end up a Valkyrie and use light magic natively. But they will be a minority regardless.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Niya saw friendly lancers run forward, and one become injured by the enemy fighter by the sword. She urged her horse forward, riding alongside the wounded soldier and the man holding him, raising her staff over the wounded man as she muttered an incantation to empower the staff, sealing the wounds of the soldier that had been injured in their arrival and their cries to defend the champion. Save the vulnerary for a situation where no healer was present, and Niya found that she was in a position to indeed aid the wounded man so she had done so with not a moments thought to her own safety. She looked down at the mended soldier and his friend and spoke briefly, directing them in a simple manner. "Your wounds are closed, follow your Champion!"

Jerod snorted, flicking the blood clean off his blade as the dead thief laid at his feet. The man was not expecting such an assault and was dead and gone. Of course, the so called Champion offered good pay, and more afterwords, should they aid him in clearing out the fighters. The man had nothing coming in, pay wise, for the foreseeable future so he would not turn down the chance to work. With a glance at the other mercenary who ran up, he looked back to the fighters and, before he charged the nearest fighter he made a comment towards the Champion and the other fighter. "Aye lad, I'll help ye in this mess o' yours. Feel free to follow along, mate, yer welcome to those I ain' guttin." With that, Jerod engaged the closest of the fighters with his blade, his sword and experience more than readily able to handle the man and his axe, narrowly avoiding a blow as sparks were raised from his scale armor as the axe blade narrowly missed, only to have a counterstroke take the man's head from his body. Jerod stood over the corpse, ready for the next problem to come his way.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

No worries @Mcmolly, the PM's did not go through so no spam has occurred. And feel free to move Ban over to the Character tab, she is approved.

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

The thieves and archer surrounding the champion of Naga failed to notice two figures not a dozen feet away, sitting outside a small shop in the alley the boy had ducked down. The place was a small, local store that only locals typically frequented or even realized existed, but the older man between the two of them was an experienced wanderer and had come across the place last time he had passed through Yllistol and thought it was a good place to stop for a rest. The younger girl was keeping half an eye on her horse, which was tethered to a nearby post as the two ate their meals in peace. Well, peace until the bounty hunters went and tried to collect. The older man, relatively speaking since he was only really in his mid twenties, but was much older comparitevly to the younger healer woman, sighed as he saw the violence break out. "Ach, we cannae find a days peace without some damn fools going violent in greed after a lad, eh Niya? Reckon we intervene on 'is behalf, savvy?"

The younger woman quietly sipped from the drink before her, far weaker than she was used to but it would certainly suffice. The healer had her staff resting against the table as she listened to the man speak and she shook her head slightly. The young tactician, judging from his garb, was in well over his head and would probably need a hand or two in dispatching the bounty hunters. She stood up, collecting her staff and looking down at the mercenary who stood up with a grunt, sword sheathed at his side as he looked at the healer with a loose grin. The woman spoke briefly, already turning towards her horse, resigned to the fact the man was about to engage the bounty hunters on the young tactician's behalf. She intended to return to her horse and observe, to mend any injuries that might crop up from the upcoming violence. "You cannot leave well enough alone, Jerod. I'll be on the horseback if needed."

Jerod snorted, turning towards the surrounded lad and drew his blade, making a very distinct, clean noise that should be very familiar to the scoundrels ganging up on the lad. Face matched some posters he had seen, some nonesense about heresy and crime against the church, but frankly the mercenary wasn't really concerned with that. These rogues gave Jerod a bad taste in his mouth, figuratively speaking, and he was not fond of that situation. Besides, he and the church never see eye to eye, so he intended to give em a swift kick to the groin. Advancing, he opened combat without a word, attacking the closest thief without wasted time, a powerful cross strike that would leave him in a good defensive stance if he didn't bring the thief down low, forcing everyone in front of the lad and mercenary, speaking harshly now. "Alright, ye damned prancin' ninnies, these odds ain' fair at all. Now they are, but not fer you lot."

Niya untied her horse from the hitch she had left him at, and quickly hauled herself up and onto the saddle, turning the horse without a word. Despite her penchant for cheap shots, no one expected them from a healer, she was not, by definition, a combatant. So she brought the horse around to the rear of the young tactician and Jerod, foolhardy mercenary as he was, and he was indeed determined to intervene on the behalf of the tactician. Who he was was of no real concern to Niya, but she been stuck all but babysitting Jerod most of the time, so she was hardly ready to abandon ship, as it were, and just ride off without the man now. Damn the oath she had sworn some days, this man was getting her into all sorts of trouble it seemed. Thankfully they were not an official envoy of any land, or this could be rather complicated. "Call wounds out, or I can't mend them. I am not psychic and cannot know injuries the moment they happen."

Fire Emblem: Binding Light

Starting on an intro post now for Jerod and Niya now, hopefully will be done before I head into work.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Well, flesh and bone can mend, so it all works out in the long run of things!

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov shook his head in a combination of amusement and wonder at the insistence that Smiles seemed to have in throwing him clear across the plaza, but that might have had a reason in the fact he had unknowingly insulted the whole teleportation thing. Thankfully, considering how obvious and rather noticeable form a flying, most likely angry at that point, human would be, she did indeed opt against doing so and instead went with the typical means of travel they had gone through with before. Before he had a chance to get a word in edgewise, however, she had a hand on his coat again and they once again hit the warp with the intent of only moving a few hundred feet. Nothing should have possibly gone wrong with that, right?

Of course, something seemed off as Stukov kept getting pulled in all directions, it felt like, far longer than normal as he started gyrating before he even left the warp. The armsman managed off a string of curses before being spat out into realspace, but he was not on the ground. He was still spinning around though as he managed to catch sight of Smiles, Boss and Watchman below him. Great, now he was ten feet off target instead of where he needed to be. That thought didn't really last long as the spinning cut out, but what was holding him up also managed to vanish right at the same time. This was going to hurt, was about all the time Stukov had to consciously think before gravity snagged him properly and threw him directly at the ground. Training did kick in and he tried to get his legs under him, to let them soak up some impact and roll into the impact.

Alas, there was not really enough space for that, and moving in an atmosphere affected by gravity was far different than zero g and no atmosphere. With a hard, very solid thump Stukov hit the ground with a pained grunt. Rebreather mask prevented damage to the face, beyond the red lines that were probably imprinted from where the mask sat, while he suspected there were fair amounts of internal bruising, nothing felt broken thankfully. The armsman groaned as he forced himself off the ground, picking himself up and brushing off his attire before looking at the assembled band that had arrived so far. Boss, obviously, Watchman seemed to beat the two of them here on foot, not surprising considering the side trips they took, and Smiles also came out of the teleport first. That was not terribly surprising, she was the controlling person after all. Perhaps she lost her grip, or the warp was just being itself. It was probably appropriate to say something at this particular moment, however. "Wasn't intending to drop in unannounced, but here I am finally. Appreciate the advice on bracing, Smiles."

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Stukov had no idea he was going to be used for comic relief, although it seems karma has a sense of humor. And he'll be feeling that drop, don't you fret your heads none. All a consequence of not watching one's mouth around a pysker, I reckon.

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

@Mcmolly

There is room for another, with all those who posted interest inside the interest check included.