Lugubrious

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Raven, I'd recommend having both characters in a single post in the future, separated by a header perhaps.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Does the Basileus have a name?

@Prince of Seraphs

Yep, Gustave Truculenter, though 'Basileus Truculenter' is what he's commonly referred to as.

@Prince of Seraphs I was about to ask that, xD, by the way, I didn't add Elena as a Character, too late for doing so or there's still chance?

@Juka Gearsworth

Sure, anyone can add a second character anytime.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Anyone should be able to do two paragraphs.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

And we're live!

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Hugh – Basilmeron Castle

As the two departed from the throne room, the man stretched his shoulders and gave what he hoped looked like a supportive smile. With so many scars, looking comradely wasn't an easy task, but it was one set up for him out of necessity. After all, the prestigious ruler of Bravura had named him as the captain of the Reclaimers of Peace; it would be necessary to give off the appearance of confidence, trustworthiness, and openness at every turn, and if there was anything a former actor was good at, it was keeping up appearances.

“Honestly, I think that went rather well,” he informed the woman walking beside him, who called herself Jeanne. “Normally the Basileus is very strict with criminals. Not easy to make a thief into a protagonist, but he seemed aptly convinced. Must have been your lines about 'symbolic value of acceptance and reconciliation.' I must tell you though, I will be keeping an eye out, but I hope I have nothing to fear.”

The two navigated a flight of stairs and breezed out the castle's main entrance. In the courtyard stood twelve people. To call them warriors would have been inaccurate, for some were pacifistic. To call them soldiers would have been an overstatement, for some still had yet to respect the weight of command. To call them diplomats, even though their mission was of peace, would be to grossly underestimate their propensity for violence. They, Hugh acknowledged with no small sense of pride, were Reclaimers.

Once Jeanna had joined them, Hugh stood before the group and clapped his hands for attention. Once this was attained, he began to speak. “Well then! The stage is set, the cast has arrived, and the curtains are about to be drawn. Some of you have been designated Reclaimers for more than a week as plans were made, supplies gathered, and allies rallied, and some of you just got here. No matter! However raw we might seem, we're now united in purpose. You all have a twenty-minute intermission to get to know one another, should you so choose, while I round up the convoy for travel. Then, we're off to the riverlands!” Giving a slight bow, Hugh pulled back and headed in the direction of the stables, where the horses were waiting to be hitched to the Reclaimers' storage wagon.

Sanguin – Basilmeron Castle Courtyard

A pair of bloodshot hazel eyes watched him go. Sanguin was a bit out of sorts; the night before, she'd joined a revelry in the castle town in the spirit of celebrating the eve of her mission's start, but as always a little too much wine had been imbibed. With her crimson wolf mask tucked beneath her arm, she kneaded her scalp with the other hand, wishing that she'd had the foresight to grab a skin of water.

She tried to distract herself from the headache by thinking about the road ahead. Even for a mage-profuse miniature army, stopping a war wasn't easy. The thought that some outside force was manipulating events, keeping the kingdoms of Panoply and Bravura pitted against one another even when they both longed for peaceful coexistence, made her sick. The promise of cutting whoever was responsible down the middle, however, and watching their blood run down her obsidian blade, made her almost eager. Wait...no. There was Sanguin again, not the person but the persona, inside her head. If it was just a voice it would be easy to pinpoint, ignore, and progress onward, but the wolf made itself evident in her feelings and instincts...things not so easily pushed aside.

Sanguin began to massage her eyes instead, hoping that the sensation would at least partially drown out her other pains. Interaction with her fellow Reclaimers, while not expressly spurned, would not be initiated by her.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

Hey Kho, doesn't it take at least one might to make a hero that has 'most of [insert god name here]'s power'?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

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yes but you forget that Angelo's talent is in his speed so he would be able to catch up in almost no time at all to se what is currently happening what I want to know is that when I see you and the other person should I jump in and help or just stay back and watch. I don't want to step on your toes and stop something you were going to do

@Jangel13

I see. Well, you can do whatever you want short of autohitting the stranger.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Lugubrious

Not sure if you want me to intervene since in still just watching you both spar then a woman suddenly appears

@Jangel13

Well, Fleo busted through the fence and went careening hundreds of feet down the street. He'd have to run after her to see the woman. I expect that he'd want to go after her to make sure she didn't hurt herself.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

There we go, post made. I bet not many people expect Fleo to have a magical mishap.

@Zarkun In case you're not reading my posts, Nero has arrived at the Dragon Fang hall.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Fleo Plector- Phoenix Backyard

Within her whirling torpedo of dust, Fleo's senses of sight and healed failed her. She felt the impact of Trinity's metal net, but without anything to anchor to, the net couldn't restrain her. Barely even slowed down, the Vortex Impact carried forward at a blistering pace, oblivious to the fact that the minstrel had wisely moved out of its path. Instead, Fleo's foot smashed into the wooden fence running the perimeter of the guild hall's back lot, and with a decisive, weighty crunch drilled straight through it. Now facing away from her sparring partner but totally unaware, Fleo sailed away, straight down a street and into the city. Trinity's intricate ice arrow, still enchanted with the art of homing, sped through the gap and after her. Just like that, the dusty woman was gone.

Twenty second later, Fleo began to get the idea that she might have missed, though at this point she was too dizzy to think straight. Her magic power had waned enough to slow down her Vortex Impact substantially, and as the dusty missile passed a lightpost, the net caught within it snagged. The sudden jolt liberated Fleo of any remaining desire or ability to continue her spell, and it abruptly dissolved. The net, with Fleo inside it, slumped beneath the lamp as gravity took hold, swinging several times and shaking loose a cloud of dust with each, before hanging still. Within and woefully upside-down, the dusty woman groaned. “Ech, where the heck am I? Was that...the fence I hit? Uh oh.” The blood rushing to her head caused her vision to dip woozily. “Agh...how could this get any wor-!”

At that moment Trinity's special Ice Arrow smacked into her, freezing the net and its contents in place. If Fleo could have moved her mouth, she would have loudly and angrily voiced her displeasure at the comedic irony of it all.

Fortunately, someone was present to observe her misfortune for her. As the strange woman approached the frozen, ensnared dust mage, she clucked her tongue. "Well, well, well," she crooned, pulling a sheathed sword from beneath her cloak. At her touch, the scabbard fractures all across, but as the pieces fell away to expose a gleaming, single-sided blade, they became black butterflies that flitted around the swordswoman with frantic unease. "What do we have...here?"

Edith Riggs – the Frenzy Fort

Though it disappointed Edith somewhat to see that her flashiest attack had done little in terms of actual damage against her foe, she found solace in the knowledge that she'd given her best. Being part of a combat-oriented guild didn't necessarily mean that her worth was measured in how well she fought; her first few days at Frenzy Plant had been rough, but in time she'd proven her supporting abilities to be an invaluable asset on the battlefield. As Thor closed the distance between the songstress and herself, pelted by miniature stars, Edith smiled and wondered if they'd make a good team in the future.

The blow to her legs caused her to stumble, and when she righted herself, she found a note thrust in her face. She also glanced at the lightning sparking in Thor's other hand, and it didn't take long to decide which option was more appealing. Tickled by Thor's odd method of conversation, Edith laughed out loud before replying. “Yeah, I don't think I've got anything strong enough for you. Well fought!” When the stranger presented her next note, Edith couldn't help but wonder why Thor seemed so averse to talking. “Nope, I'm okay. Go ahead and see what Zander's got in store.”

The metallic clink of metal gauntlets clapping greeted Thor's victory. ”Well fought indeed,” he praised, ”You are now a member of Frenzy Plant. After a short probation, you'll receive your mark, and be recognized. With power like that, I suspect you won't be satisfied at C-rank. If you wish to try for B-rank, your tester will be Lieutenant Brass.”

Seated among the other spectating Frenzy Plant members, Bytan gave no response, by way of voice or by way of movement. All this time, his pale, rheumy eyes had been fixated on Thor, deviated only briefly by the splendor of Edith's final spell. He felt intrigued by her, now a soldier who would hide her face and her identity. That wasn't the sort of trust that this platoon needed to survive.

Nero – Shirotsume Town

With as much tenderness as he could muster, Nero guided Ayame toward the guild hall. The train ride had taken a greater toll on the girl than either of them would have liked to admit, and the genie admired his charge for her willingness to plod resolutely onward even though her brief respite at the train station must have only marginally aided her. The town itself interested Nero to some degree. Each new place he went showed him something different and unique in terms of architecture, and Shirotsume proved no different. New flavors and uses of wood, both of processed lumber and of raw tree trunks, gave the whole place a rustic vibe that blended very well with the mountainous air. The scent of pine wafted constantly on the chilly breeze.

In time, the pair arrived at the guild hall. After pausing a moment for a little appreciation of the grandiose structure, Nero assisted Ayame onto a nearby trunk-bench before heading to the doors. He rapped upon them with his gloved fist and adopted an upbeat smile. “Hello in there, Dragon Fang! We're a couple of wandering wizards, and we'd like to shelter with you! My friend is sick, too!”