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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Damn, that was smooth, Lugu.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Looks like another of Team RPGD is gone...speaking of which, where's Paige? Haven't seen her in a while, methinks.

Also,
>Oswald Connoly v Jack Orpheus
>Oswald Connoly
>v
>Jack Orpheus

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Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Oswald was already in bed, trying to sleep, when the door opened and someone wielding a massive rifle appeared, aimed at them. By the time he'd pulled his head up from the pillow, the intruder was already holstering his weapon, apologizing for the misunderstanding. Sighing, Oswald shook his head. "Mistakes happen. But we need to have a chat about our rules of engagement anyway, after what happened Friday. No more shoot first, ask questions later."

Stretching his arms and rubbing the bridge of his nose, Oswald looked between his team mates. "I'm Oswald. Angry girl is Diamond. Drunk kitten is Emerald, or Emmy. Now, if you don't mind, I need my beauty sleep. Desperately." Pulling his sheets over his head, Oswald buried his face in his pillow and tried to fall asleep once more.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Watching the top of the hill, Jakobe took a deep breath as the sounds of combat while he raced forward. As the enemy crossed the top of the hill, he readied his halberd, eyes narrowing at his intended target: the archers. As always, they served to impose a major disadvantage on the Reclaimers' aerial units, which was an unacceptable disadvantage. Fighting uphill, as well, put him at a loss when it came to the host of enemies. There were a number of things tactically serving these mysterious enemies, but Jakobe had one thing they didn't.

The best damned warhorse he'd ever seen.

Letting out a massive bellowing cry, Jakobe charged into the host of enemies, swinging his halberd at the archer who'd loosed an arrow at Kaene. Not many people had the resolve to stand firm in the face of a charging warhorse and its rider, but this archer was one of them. Rather than cowering or panicking, the robed person instead used their bow to deflect the haft of Jakobe's halberd, before nocking another arrow and firing it at the mounted soldier. The projectile flew past, missing both rider and mount, causing Jakobe to curse and turn in preparation for another attack run.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Seraph, Forsythe, Cats and I are still doing our collab T.T

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

I mean...what actually happened? Are the baddies running from the scouts?

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

So...wait. What just happened?

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Ayyyyyy. I was waiting on the others, honestly. Just planned to have Jakobe hang back and wait for the scout report.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Ahoge action is best action.

Fire Emblem - The Reclaimers of Peace

Jakobe and Sanguin C Support

With the battle over and the members of the Reclaimers alive and intact, Jakobe had dismounted Thunderclap, leaving him in the village's stable. His longsword sheathed at his hip and his halberd strung on his back, Jakobe set off to speak to Sanguin about the wound she'd received at the back end of the battle. Making his way over to the masked warrior woman, Jakobe gave a nod of approval and spoke. "How's that wound treating you? Didn't look like much, but sometimes it's the smallest ones that get you. Damned dragon managed to give me a painful one on my arm."

At the cavalier's approach, Sanguin paused her repairs and looked up. "Wound? Oh...I guess I haven't been thinking about it. When I'm fighting, I sorta give myself a second to, er, take notice of the pain, maybe vent a little, and then push it away. No use thinking about the hurting when there's still enemies alive." She did not respond to Jakobe's own statement about his wound, though her brow did furrow slightly. A strand of red hair fell into her eyes, but she didn't seem to mind. Setting her whetstone and oilcloth aside, the now unmasked woman leaned forward slightly before leaning back again. It was clear she didn't quite know how to address the man, or she was hesitant to talk to a person of a higher class. "So... Yahk-obb. Should I be callin' you sir? Sorry. I never got much chance to be 'round higher-ups in the troop, jus' rough infantry mostly. Beggin' your pardon and all that, but are you not from Bravura? Jus' thought Yahkobb is a weird sorta name, if you don't mind me sayin'."

Shaking his head, Jakobe gave Sanguin a nod. "Well, as long as you get to it before the maggots do. Though, it's prudent to remain aware of any injuries you've sustained in combat. I trust you know what you're doing, all in all." He wasn't sure that her technique was wise, but as long as it worked for her, he wouldn't raise a fuss unless she got seriously hurt.

Her hesitance to speak frankly to him was a bit disturbing, but Jakobe paid it little heed. "There's no need. I'm only cavalry, really. Sir Hugh's the leader of this motley crew we've got going here. As for my origins, aye, I'm from Bravura. And aye, the name I was given is a bit odd, but I've no problems with it. Served me well for twenty-six years, and I hope it'll serve me for quite a while longer. Yourself? Sanguin...that's a rather...well, dark, name. Blood."

"Oh." That made sense. Why hadn't she thought of that? She'd have to see Timothy later. Or perhaps Marcus; Tim had been rather pallid following the events of the first battle. She wasn't so sure he had it in him to see the campaign through.

The fact that Jakobe was only cavalry seemingly surprised Sanguin. It hadn't occurred to her that a man with several weapons, armor, and a horse could be anything less than top-class material, the sort that didn't hang around much with lowly infantry. Then again, she realized, he was talking to her now. It was kind of weird to her, but she decided to make an effort to be open with him. His next question, however, caught her off guard. "Blood? Yeah, I guess it is." There was a brief but audible pause before she continued, as if remembering. "It's not my real name though. It's Heather..." she furrowed her eyebrows in concentration. "Duvalier. Yeah. Sanguin is just a sort of show name, for the battlefield, you know. Can't have a fearsome, red wolf girl named Heather. Plus, it's helped me...well, it's helped a little. With all the killing." Sanguin didn't know quite how to explain it, and she felt even trying to breach the subject was like exposing something personal about her.

Jakobe let out a small chuckle at Sanguin-no, Heather's- explanation of her 'show name'. It was true that Sanguin held much more danger and power to it than 'Heather' did, but the same explanation also made the cavalier screw up his face in thought before nodding. "You're right about that. The killing. I don't find any joy in cutting a man down in the prime of his life. War...war is a horrible thing." As quickly as his concern for his ally had appeared, all thoughts other than the brutal nature of combat fled Jakobe.

"I'm sorry, I should go. I need to speak with Sir Hugh about our dragon situation, I believe." Giving a curt nod before he turned and started moving away, Jakobe took a deep breath and squared his shoulders as he started walking.

Sanguin wondered if she'd said something wrong, but instead of trying to pursue Jakobe she looked down. "See ya later," she mumbled at her scimitar.