Mangrale

Fire Emblem: Conflict

Mirza

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Bow string tied between two grounded stakes at the entrance of his tent and his blade by his sleeping bag weren't enough to ensure the best night's sleep, yet Mirza wrestled with whether or not a more elaborate trap or snare would have made the difference. While taking down his makeshift attempt at insurance that morning, he had to admit to himself that he probably wasn't as concerned with security as he could have been. For instance, he actually slept inside said sleeping bag instead of making a decoy out of it, wanting at least some reprieve from the freezing coastal winds that only had a mildly harder time of piercing through his tent than it did any exposed part of him. So in facing the first full breeze out in the open, the quint essential misfit of this band had dawned his black cloak, his arms grasping its ends closed over the warmest materials he had on hand.

The chill that nipped at his face had forced him to his feet sooner than he'd like, well before Nuniel's emissaries would meet with the Captain and Lieutenant, a conference that he had no misgivings in not attending. If anyone actually wanted him to be present, he highly doubted it'd be for his strategic insight. War wasn't normally his business, let alone his area of expertise. If anything, the more time he spends around soldiers, the more likely one of them is to start getting nostalgic, or perhaps feel the urge to show him the tallies they've carved onto their equipment, if he's lucky.

Instead, Mirza departed from the camp to make himself useful, going about his routine and essentially seeing to his final preparations. Truthfully, he really wanted to visit Flemont before the incursion began, but was in no position to make the journey on foot by himself. The port will be largely remembered as a major intersection of trade in the region, an excellent place to come across all manner of things, likely even two years into Nuniel's encroachment. Only one way to know for sure, as far as he was concerned.

As a start to generally wake himself up he'd head for a mildly wooded area and spend around two hours in total to help replenish the camp's reserve of fire wood, mostly relegating himself to collecting all the suitable fallen branches and any other potential kindling he could carry. Given that he only had to account for a camp of a little more than a dozen individuals for perhaps that night alone, felling an entire tree didn't really feel necessary, not that he was at all eager to handle the task himself anyway.

He made two runs like this, but before returning from his second trip, he'd take the opportunity to brush up on his swordplay and throwing accuracy, honing his form, the motions that had seen him through many of his scuffles as of late before continuously embedding his throwing daggers into a large tree from ten to fourteen feet away. With a fair amount of tentative concentration, he managed to get the second and third blade to land less than an inch from the first one. The fourth one however spun off-center and smacked against the hilt of the second, sending both tumbling to the ground. Mirza still had his arm raised from the throw, his fingers slowly curling back into a fist that trembled and bobbed slightly under his tense breathing. Swallowing as he lowered his arm, he'd walk over to the tree and collect his knives, not a second thought given before he took up the last of the wood he'd gathered and carried on back to the camp.

The meeting was well underway by the time the Zuiterran mercenary sought to occupy himself with another task, taking up a hunting bow from one of the racks and a quiver of arrows. The company wasn't in dire want of food as far as he knew, but hunting on his own behalf meant he wouldn't be a burden on the company, something he touted while negotiating for his life a little more than a year ago. And if he came back with more food than he could eat himself then all the better for him. The thief hadn't seen to his tent since he'd risen, but decided that one final meal before his debut into his first theater of war would be more important than sorting his equipment. He could use the distraction.

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Best laid plans have nothing on barely any plan at all. Story was done but I got into a serious thing with the sample post, and then I struggled with how to end it. Ashamed to bring in another rogue, but I'm having fun at least. Sorry about the delay.

Mirza

Mirza

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Appearance

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Name: Mirza

Age: 24

Class: Thief

Level: 1

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Personal Skill
Plunder
Confers a 10% chance to steal the user's choice of a target's weapon or item upon a successful melee weapon hit, this raises to 20% upon a killing blow.

Skills:
[Lvl 1] Locktouch - Unlock doors and chests without needing keys

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Equipment
Weapons

• [20/20] Iron Sword (D-Class Sword)
• [20/20] Iron Daggers (D-Class Throwing Knives)

Items

• [x2] Vulnerary

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Story

Although of Zuiterran descent, he was born in seclusion and has no memory of his parents, much less the life he might have had, if fate had dealt an altogether kinder hand to him. For the longest time all he had were whatever information his benefactor, the supposed friend of his late mother, had opted to tell to him, and even then Mirza grew to doubt the validity of such explanations, cryptic and evasive as they tended to be. No life for the boy was not a quest for answers just yet but a struggle to survive day by day, true to the day said benefactor Imran smuggled him out of southern Zuiterra and into Latis when he was old enough, about 11 years old.

Waiting for him on the other side was a teenage knight in training, who had volunteered to hide away the boy when her father had openly refused to take him in prior to his exodus from his homeland. The man's refusal had come on suddenly and left little opportunity for a new arrangement, and while the would-be soldier Carmen was selfless enough to see to hiding away the boy herself, she was altogether ignorant of what her father knew, insight into the forces that threatened the young refugee's safety. Yet though it was agreed that he couldn't stay for nearly as long as was originally the plan, the two children were eager for some answers and took it upon themselves to seek out the truth of his past.

And that crusade largely continues to this day, long after Mirza had left on his own, taking to the life of a less than scrupulous vagrant, a means to an end that served him throughout his dealings among the outskirts of society. For years, he's taken whatever he's needed to in order to gain the advantage and support his endeavor, and from around the age of 17 that included jobs from a number of different employers within Latis, Coris and eventually Nuniel.

Mirza is an accomplished thief and formidable agent, but he suffers from the occasional string of bad luck and/or lapse in judgement. Days after a job had gone south, leading to the death of his entire team, he wandered in search of a supposedly quick opportunity to restock. Yet he underestimated just how vigilant the owners of said supplies could be and soon he was at the mercy of the Red Branch Company. Now Mirza has aligned himself with his fellow sellswords, the work he'd undertaken for all these years not harmed by the Company's usual ventures. But their latest foray on the front of another Nuniel campaign presents an irksome distraction from his real ambition.

Sample Post

Apple Accord

The gesture itself seemed pretty simple in his head, at least conceptually. Then again, Mirza had a lot on his mind. That was what partially accounted for his underestimating the sheer number of stones he needed, what felt like hundreds scattered around the dense wilderness that resembled equal parts shelter as it did a threat in and of itself. His imagination had an easy time of it, flooding him with plenty of good reasons to hurry about his work. It was beginning to get distracting, and now was not the time for it. He wasn't out of the woods yet, literally in fact.

Anxiously glancing up passed the high plethora of obscuring foliage, he couldn't mistake the quickly receding veil of burnt orange sunlight. Night was approaching, meaning the load of rocks and firewood he gathered and hoisted over his shoulder, using his cloak as a makeshift bag, would have to be the last bit of supplies he had to work with. He winced in pain at the investigative touch of one of the more sizable bruises on his head, just above his left ear. This was the longest day he's had in a long time. What was he thinking?

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Vengence, partly. The assailants, of which there were three, also looked to have some quality gear which he could steal. He'd seen them in action after all - very effective. Unfortunately, his impromptu plan of attack left little in the way of opportunities, but at the time he was willing to accept the consequences of playing things by ear. Said enemies had brought their own wagon along for this job, atop which they stored their extra provisions and equipment. Exceptionally tempting if circumstances were different. At the time however, they were packing it in, disappointed over a job unfinished but not deterred from picking up his trail the next day.

"Damn coward. As good as hid'n their corpses, he did," complained one, haphazardly packing a pole arm and sword he fancied with the rest of the spoils, part of a consolation at best, a spiteful precaution at worst.

Careful steps on the softest and least obstructed ground he could find and a deftly cautious eye from behind a tree.

"What'd you expect from a thief? I bet he's a running his legs ragged away and still hasn't looked back!" another laughed derisively while seeing to the two horses waiting patiently at the wagon's front.

No signs of suspicion. Taking cover from behind another tree trunk, then to a rather large bush, then to yet another tree. Closer and closer to the rear and side of the wagon.

Those two were regrouping, not paying any attention his way. Swallowing steadily, Mirza inched with renewed purpose towards the back entrance. Might there be just a fleeting chance for him to maybe grab something...

"That fool will have to wait!" shouted the approaching third, loading some final supplies before preparing to get in the back himself. "This won't be our last opportunity, and so long as the wildlife don't get to him first, then his best chance at making it alive is the next town over. (Boisterous Laughter) Either way, he's a dead man this time tomorrow!"

Ducking away immediately from view at the voice of the third, Mirza rushed to the side of the carriage, a second lapse in his pulse when he then heard the words "Huh? What was that?" before the hooded hunter tilted his head from what he was doing, only to find nothing.

It was in the moments that followed, rustling on his back in a silent panic under that wagon, that Mirza realized that maybe his plan to sabotage their departure wasn't as well thought out as it could have been. He needed more time, his mind and body scrambling in tandem towards a solution to get him the time he required. Not a very good one he'll admit, a small commotion and hushed scraping sounds from underneath the good sized cart before silence, painful silence.

There was some takeaway from all this, he wagered. Perhaps a testament to the truism of how you never know what you're capable of until it comes right down to it, or something like that. It wasn't as if he needed any more proof that he could be remarkably persistent when he puts his mind to something, especially after the hunters rode the wagon over a few very uneven and rocky patches of dirt road.

But there was a payoff at the end of this ordeal. One way or another, these men were going to pay for what they've done. Nothing was going to stop him now.

"(Annoyed Sigh) You said these horses were the best you could find!"

"They were!"

"Might'a fooled me! At this rate we won't even be able to sell our extra loot before nightfall!"

"Shut up, you two! Complaining will get us nowhere. Let's just cut across the shallow end of this lake coming up ahead, try and make up the time... ?... You idiots hear something?"

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The spirited dancing flames were a much welcome change in the otherwise prolific darkness of night. Mirza was soaked from earlier and pitched his damp outerwear in makeshift stands a healthy distance from the large bonfire, the stones he'd gathered surrounding the kindling and making sure the whole forest didn't burn to the ground.

The thief himself was naturally warming up near the bonfire as well, sitting, huddled listlessly and attempting to bandage himself up. He was exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that made sleep, especially in this circumstance, a death sentence. He couldn't stay here, if for no other reason than that the fire reeked of decay and failure, the latter mostly being his own.

His body ached all over, nowhere near as much as it was going to later, but he didn't even want to think about that at the moment, the growling of his stomach actually coming as a relief since he could deal with that right then and there. Unsteadily rising to his feet, the weary vagrant paced over to his pack lying on the ground nearby and started to rummage about, sighing in contentment at the first bit of relief since he woke up that previous morning.

It was a small string sack full of apple slices, a modest portion of comfort food to tie him over until he could eat something more substantial later. It never looked so appealing, a meager smile on his face as he admired the eight or so he produced from the bag. Between the food and the fire, he actually didn't even notice the sound of hooves drawing closer, the first slice not even passed his lips when he suddenly heard an ardent whinny grab his attention, his head lifting upward in surprise, his legs rushing him to his feet.

"Wha-Y-You!?... But I thought I tied you..." Mirza's head momentarily glanced to a tree, the low hanging branch of which he'd tied the animal's reins to. Sure enough, he only needed to see the two halves of said strap dangling down the horse's bridle to surmise that shoddy craftsmanship was the culprit here, his hand just silently covering his forehead, clearly annoyed.

"... Seems those guys hadn't fed you in a while, huh?..."

The creature turned its head to get a better look at him and the food he held especially.

"Hmph, well can't you just hold on until we make it out this forest!? I need this more than you, you know?!"

It neighed loudly and waved its head, as if protesting.

The thief sighed in defeat, coming across another fight he just couldn't face right now, and in looking at the horse's bruises, its tousled and grimy coat and mane, he nodded wistfully. The choice was too clear. "I guess you did get me back here, even after what I did... Tell you what? How about I give you these and in return you take me to the next town, okay?" He blinked expectedly, tilting his head for some kind of affirmation.

Hard to tell. Mirza's eyes squinted at the beast of burden, suspicious, but nevertheless taking a single slice of apple at a time and lifting them straight to the horse's mouth, one after another.

He could just tell this truce wasn't going to last.

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Barring major objections to what I have as far as my character's story, I should have something up around tomorrow.

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@Cu Chulainn Oh? Well I'm really gravitating towards thief, so I believe I'm good there.

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@SimpleWriter I'm sorry, do you mean locktouch? I get your meaning either way, and it is a nifty skill, especially if your action stages (combat or otherwise) accommodate such mechanics. But yeah it's not quite like steal. I'll consider your suggestion on the personal skill, keeping in mind that they might promote into assassin later. Thanks.

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@SimpleWriter With someone else possibly going with troubadour, I may very well choose thief. But I suppose now the issue is centered around the skill steal. Am I to understand that that skill will not be allowed now, as I don't see it under Fates' skill list?

Not that I'm super attached to it. I'd just like to be sure.

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I don't know exactly what class I should commit to, but two front runners are thief and priest. Priests seem kinda tricky to me however because I believe they are support only which may stunt they're growth. Furthermore - a mercenary priest?

Maybe a good alternative could be a troubadour, especially if they can use swords in this game.

Int. Check ~ Fire Emblem: Conflict

I haven't played a Fire Emblem game, but I believe I understand the basics and am willing to learn what it takes. I would like to call your bluff and say I'm interested.

Interest Check - Fantasy with Knights, Adventurers, Magic, and Whatnot

If the GM doesn't respond within an extended period of time, probably clear to say that they won't be making it unless he says otherwise.

If not, perhaps someone could take the idea and use it to make a similar RP themselves.

@Lmpkio

Huh. Well I'd feel off making such a choice so soon, yet at the same time if someone were to wait too long before doing so, then they'd risk letting interest fall off. Then again, anyone who ditches was probably going to anyway...

At any rate, I'll just keep an eye out to see what happens.

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I didn't want to post again on here because why bother subscribers with posts other than those of the originator. So an edit to a previous one will do. It was a long shot that RC would have pulled through and even if they did, I don't rightly care for the precedent they're setting with leaving for days at a time. Test or no, if this is how they're going to operate now, then I don't even want to think about weeks down the road when I actually have more invested in this. I thought of waiting for the New Year before backing out, but I think the loss of another distraction will do me good. Good luck whoever reads this, especially those heading off to that Final Fantasy RP reboot. I just recently heard of that FF XV fiasco so I reckon fans need something to look forward to. Later guys. :)