Lord Orgasmo

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

@Kazemitsu 400% ignored

Tbh I didn't see that. We'll say he way absorbed in thought. Or something.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Albus

Trotting along, he tried listening in on a conversation. Horse names huh? He was never any good with naming things. He'd met a guy before who named every piece of equipment he owned. Guy was a total lunatic. 'Course, he'd met an actual lunatic. He was... an experience. And one he'd rather avoid. But back to the horse names. What kind of name would his have? He'd probably just call it 'Chesnut', after his breed. Kind of boring, but he didn't want to go overboard. He was a simple guy from a simple place. Things needed to work, not look flashy.

He looked up, and around him. Rhea was up on her wyvern still. And... that was it really. There wasn't a whole lot going on. A few clouds, some dirt, more dirt. Well, he was used to it. He enjoyed the calm of the road. Then again, bustling cities could be fun. There was always something to do, somewhere to go, someone to talk to. Then again, you never really had much quiet time. And on the road you usually had to much quiet time. Well, guess there's not much to do now but keep on keepin' on.

Closed RP

@Ktyhrea I can get down with that.

Closed RP

Continues creeping in various corners

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

@Aquanthe it's a link to a song.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Sorry, been busy last couple days. Just now getting back into things. I'll try to get a post up soon.

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Lance D'Phiarlin (The Great Alliance)

(Pretend those are human ears)
-Complete Name: Lance D'Phiarlin
-Age: 32
-Height: about 6'2
-Weight: 220 lbs (about 100 kilos)

-Normal Clothes: A robe of sorts, or any other form thereof
-Battle Gear: Usually a breastplate with chain mail covering the rest. His weapon of choice ironically enough is a lance, but is trained with a sword and most other weapons, seeing as he was a military general.

Biography: Lance comes from a family of army generals, and thus, was raised as a soldier. Lance turned out to be a master Tactician and quickly climbed through the ranks, even surpassing his mother and father. As the fighting died down and the soldiers returned home, Lance was able to easily make friends, and always seemed to know Somebody from somewhere.

Personality description: Generally a happy-go-lucky guy who enjoys time with others. He usually only seen alone when reading or training.

Likes: Tactics, His spear, friendly competition.

Dislikes: Brute force, the smell of mint, closed spaces.
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Country sheet:

Name: Ebberon

Political System: Republic

Flag:

Territory Description: Mostly flatland and grassy plains, however there are some areas that are mountainous to the eastern parts, and dense forests to the south.

Culture Descrption: Fairly diverse. From the worship of different gods, to the jobs everybody has.

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

@dereken I imagine Lord is going to type up a post soon considering his character is nearby ours.

@Aquanthe

Well, speak of the devil...

Book of Aeos [Accepting]

Ysran

Seriously? The Dawnblade Brotherhood? That was the cheesiest thing he'd heard in some time. Well, now that the situation had defused itself, it was time to move in. But what should he do? He wouldn't be attacking, he had no reason to, and would likely lose. Perhaps he'd ask them to escort him to the next city. Then again, he really couldn't make heads or tails out of his situation. Perhaps it'd be better to just travel with them for awhile until he could get his bearings. It'd been a long time since he'd gone on an adventure with friends. It had been... it had been... huh. He couldn't quite remember. He could recall bits and pieces of his memory, but not everything. Most of his memory seemed to be missing. He could remember his childhood, and his days at the harbor, but it ends there. Small parts of his previous adventures would surface, but how he got here was still a mystery. For now he would join them, in an attempt to get some bearings. Putting his Machete back in its scabbard, he began to walk forward into the open. He spoke to the apparent leader.

"Hello. My name is Ysran. I seem to have gotten a bit lost, as well as not being able to remember much of my recent past. I also couldn't help but overhear your conversation about your resistance effort? Perhaps I could join you for a while? At least until I can get my memory back, or at least to the next city."

@Aquanthe

Closed RP

Ysran could hear a small commotion from near the entrance as he wandered throughout the streets. He listened in as closely as he could. From what he could gather, this was a social call. Perfect. This would likely give him some much needed info. He decided to tail and observe.

They began to talk about their food. Hm. A bit of a strange thing to talk about. Maybe he was a foreigner like himself and this food was new to him? Well, that didn't matter right now. Time to keep listening.

Another person had soon joined them. He couldn't quite hear their names. But, with any luck, he'd either find out soon, or it wouldn't matter. The new person began to pull out some sort of food. Yams? Probably. He also held up his hands. A gesture of sorts? Maybe.

They talked about the origins of one of them. So that's what they would talk about when meeting a new person? Seems reasonable enough. Soon enough they were finished eating, and stood up. Time to follow.

One of them looked directly at him. He gave a quick wave, and began looking down in an attempt to disengage. Looks like it worked. He continued following them.