Vincanity said
Nah, they each only have one side and have to do the fusion dance to reach their final form.
Grima is screwed.
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Grima is screwed.
If you marry chrom wouldn't it be reasonable that Lucina/morgan would explode, seeing as they have both 'God' bloodlines?
Psyker Landshark said
Did Hard/Classic my first run, all subsequent runs Lunatic/Classic. Lunatic+ is just bullshit, though. It's not even hard, it's just terribly designed artificial difficulty.
I used to be a real hardass about classic, but I just got sick of one wrong move costing me about a half an hour of progress. I've never tried lunatic+, it just seemed outside my comfort zone.
So, I imagine the marriage system can be used to troll chrom endlessly.
*Marry Lucina
'Hey Chrom, can I talk to you for a moment?'
'Yes avatar, I've always got time for you! what is it?'
'I fucked your daughter.'
'o_o ...'
*wheel out morgan
'This is your granddaughter by the way.'
Alternatively, marry gangrel.
Grey Onyx
As Grey stood in line, he noticed the spearman of the group speak to him. At his question, he felt his blood boil, though he kept a calm facade. "You wish to hear of the beastfolk don't you? Or perhaps Stugmarr? You care not for my people, my culture, or my ways, you simply wish for a convenient villain. So unless you actually wish to hear about my lands instead of being supplied a laundry list of things to hate, I suggest you drop it." While tense, his voice conveyed no hostility. What did these people know? To most southlanders Rak'thurr was just a group of murderous maniacs. Ignorant, but it wasn't exactly a good idea to prove them right by threatening anyone. Least of all in front of a prospective employer.
He noticed the other one's gaze boring into his shoulder, and seeing as how he wasn't Stugmarrian, he was likely beastfolk. He hated them, but he also knew that if left alone the would do the same. His father always ignored an enclave of the bird ones that lived in his lands, simply because there was no point going after them. Killing them gained nothing, and imprisoning them was hardly worth the effort. So an uneasy peace was formed. "Afraid of me? It takes a special kind of cowardice to fear a man by the mark on his shoulder. I have yet to kill, do you really perceive me as such a threat?" Grey said. He didn't care if he served with beastmen, so long as they let him be. The very idea that he would risk his life against a whole mercenary to kill a single beastfolk for no reason was ridiculous.
At least the third seemed a real warrior. though a bit talkative. Ah, here we are. The man(animal?) spoke at length of his weapon, and at least he had something in common with one of them. He retrieved his own weapon from his back, before taking a moment to admire it. "This is 'Invictus,' my family Axe. It's named in an ancient tongue, meaning 'unstoppable.' Fitting. See the hooked edge opposite the blade? If you strike correctly you can work it between the plates of the thickest armor or trip up horses... It is a design of an ancestor of mine, and I believe I am the only one alive trained in its use." He smiled at the axe, it was his most treasured possession, and he took an immeasurable amount of pride from the knowledge that he was worthy of wielding it. "I know not what it is constructed from, but it seems nearly indestructible. Though it's quite old, barely sharper than its cheap iron brethren. Nonetheless, I prefer not to use it if I do not have to."
He returned the weapon to his back, already feeling a bit more sociable.
Alika
Alika listened to the man. Apparently they were indeed on the run from the Vinsenians. He soon left, and directed her attention to the smaller man. He seemed... nervous, slightly. He gave his word that what they said was true, and Alika shook her head. "No, I jumped to conclusions, and I'm sorry. We have been on the run for a while now, forgive me if I get nervous around silent, hooded individuals." taking another sip of her drink, she continued. "You wish to assist the defense, you said? I'll probably be seeing more of you then. My lord has been... restless recently. It wouldn't surprise me much if he was searching for an employer among those mercenaries right this moment." He really was predictable sometimes.
"You said you were from caldegia, was it? It must be horrible to have lost your home. I've never really had anywhere I called a 'home' per se, but my Lord lost the only home he'd ever known when the assassins came..." She seemed saddened at that, partly because she blamed herself for Grey's current situation.
As Grey stood in line, he noticed the spearman of the group speak to him. At his question, he felt his blood boil, though he kept a calm facade. "You wish to hear of the beastfolk don't you? Or perhaps Stugmarr? You care not for my people, my culture, or my ways, you simply wish for a convenient villain. So unless you actually wish to hear about my lands instead of being supplied a laundry list of things to hate, I suggest you drop it." While tense, his voice conveyed no hostility. What did these people know? To most southlanders Rak'thurr was just a group of murderous maniacs. Ignorant, but it wasn't exactly a good idea to prove them right by threatening anyone. Least of all in front of a prospective employer.
He noticed the other one's gaze boring into his shoulder, and seeing as how he wasn't Stugmarrian, he was likely beastfolk. He hated them, but he also knew that if left alone the would do the same. His father always ignored an enclave of the bird ones that lived in his lands, simply because there was no point going after them. Killing them gained nothing, and imprisoning them was hardly worth the effort. So an uneasy peace was formed. "Afraid of me? It takes a special kind of cowardice to fear a man by the mark on his shoulder. I have yet to kill, do you really perceive me as such a threat?" Grey said. He didn't care if he served with beastmen, so long as they let him be. The very idea that he would risk his life against a whole mercenary to kill a single beastfolk for no reason was ridiculous.
At least the third seemed a real warrior. though a bit talkative. Ah, here we are. The man(animal?) spoke at length of his weapon, and at least he had something in common with one of them. He retrieved his own weapon from his back, before taking a moment to admire it. "This is 'Invictus,' my family Axe. It's named in an ancient tongue, meaning 'unstoppable.' Fitting. See the hooked edge opposite the blade? If you strike correctly you can work it between the plates of the thickest armor or trip up horses... It is a design of an ancestor of mine, and I believe I am the only one alive trained in its use." He smiled at the axe, it was his most treasured possession, and he took an immeasurable amount of pride from the knowledge that he was worthy of wielding it. "I know not what it is constructed from, but it seems nearly indestructible. Though it's quite old, barely sharper than its cheap iron brethren. Nonetheless, I prefer not to use it if I do not have to."
He returned the weapon to his back, already feeling a bit more sociable.
Alika
Alika listened to the man. Apparently they were indeed on the run from the Vinsenians. He soon left, and directed her attention to the smaller man. He seemed... nervous, slightly. He gave his word that what they said was true, and Alika shook her head. "No, I jumped to conclusions, and I'm sorry. We have been on the run for a while now, forgive me if I get nervous around silent, hooded individuals." taking another sip of her drink, she continued. "You wish to assist the defense, you said? I'll probably be seeing more of you then. My lord has been... restless recently. It wouldn't surprise me much if he was searching for an employer among those mercenaries right this moment." He really was predictable sometimes.
"You said you were from caldegia, was it? It must be horrible to have lost your home. I've never really had anywhere I called a 'home' per se, but my Lord lost the only home he'd ever known when the assassins came..." She seemed saddened at that, partly because she blamed herself for Grey's current situation.
I played hard/classic first, but I play on hard/casual most of the time now, I just find it's worth it to avoid the hassle. I might do another classic "iron man" run where I don't reset...
AGH. SPEED UP PLS. STOP HAVING LIVES. BLORG.
I vote Grey's first task be to help Ersehk with the stuff. I pity him.
YOU SHOULD BE. Anyway, lined up next to fighter lady. Good times to be had by all.
Grey Onyx
Grey watched the scene unfold and found his assumptions correct: They could handle themselves. Still, he didn't really feel like he had any place to go. All this time without any human contact save Alika had really begun to wear on him. When the larger man (obviously the leader) spoke up, he hooked his Axe back on its loop and moved to line up. While obviously not intended for him, he saw no harm in it. At least he wasn't wearing his cape today, wouldn't want to look too 'extravagant' you know? Naturally he didn't really notice, but his right pauldron still had the Rak'thurrian emblem (A crossed axe and lance behind a boar skull{OOC NOTE: making shit up here, feel free to correct me at any point}), which might serve to make people uncomfortable, if they were aware of his nation's history.
He arrived a fair bit after they had lined up, and there was one woman here in line that looked just a bit nervous. This was probably the one the archer referred to, and if he had to guess he'd say she was overselling herself. "I wouldn't worry, Lass. Unless you can't even swing one I doubt they'd turn you away." He said quietly. While at first he had doubts about speaking to her so suddenly, he doubted he would startle her. I mean he walked right in front of her, there was no way she didn't notice him. Now, he waited for the boss man to tell him what to do next.
Grey watched the scene unfold and found his assumptions correct: They could handle themselves. Still, he didn't really feel like he had any place to go. All this time without any human contact save Alika had really begun to wear on him. When the larger man (obviously the leader) spoke up, he hooked his Axe back on its loop and moved to line up. While obviously not intended for him, he saw no harm in it. At least he wasn't wearing his cape today, wouldn't want to look too 'extravagant' you know? Naturally he didn't really notice, but his right pauldron still had the Rak'thurrian emblem (A crossed axe and lance behind a boar skull{OOC NOTE: making shit up here, feel free to correct me at any point}), which might serve to make people uncomfortable, if they were aware of his nation's history.
He arrived a fair bit after they had lined up, and there was one woman here in line that looked just a bit nervous. This was probably the one the archer referred to, and if he had to guess he'd say she was overselling herself. "I wouldn't worry, Lass. Unless you can't even swing one I doubt they'd turn you away." He said quietly. While at first he had doubts about speaking to her so suddenly, he doubted he would startle her. I mean he walked right in front of her, there was no way she didn't notice him. Now, he waited for the boss man to tell him what to do next.
MULTI_MEDIA_MAN said
I feeeel bad for Hark. Okay, yeah, he made a silly mistake, but....at least his heart was in the right place?
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