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A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

---Dragonrage Pass---

-@Fubsy & @cloudystar-

High up in the air, both of you could see the battle between man and Dwarf raging. There were some who were still confused regarding the situation but as the fighting went on, the confusion waned. Ironically, that brought more chaos as more soldiers and warriors entered the fray.

The two of you also spot a huge tent lit up in flames. It was likely the place where the meeting between the Dwarves and the Arcadia League took place and where the cause of this conflict originated. However, investigating would be rather problematic as any evidence or clues were probably burned or burning away with the tent.

But that was likely not your primary concern for you spot a dozen or so Dwarves with crossbows aiming their weapons at you. Since you were one of the very few soldiers up in the air, it should not be too much of a surprise that a lot of enemy projectiles are focused onto you. You might want to do something about that.

-@Tom Lyon, @Darkmoon Angel, @Fairess, @Melkor, @Polaris North, @Nanashi Ninanai, @Snarfulblast, @Lady Athena & @MarsAdept-

Before even battle could be joined, there was already one unconscious: The Manakete Nyx. But that didn't stop the two opposing groups from charging.

With loud cries of war, the Dwarves and the Varjans collided into battle and began a bloody brawl with Prince Jarde's regiment caught in the middle. The Varjans, on one hand, mostly ignored the regiment. Apparently they think of you as fellow soldiers of the League of Arcadia. For now at least. The Dwarves on the other hand...

Some five Dwarves charge at Myno and Victoria with their axes held high. Another five ignored the front line since they were already occupied and charged at the second line of Jarde, Eclisse and Cylus. Fortunately, no Dwarf were remotely near Angelise, Estelle, Alfred, Senshi and a summoned Tarvos.

Rather unfortunately, one Varjan recognized Cylus and immediately singled him out. "YOU! You were with the thief who stole our food! You little wretch!" He raised his two-handed axe to strike but the attack was parried by Merilia and kicked away the Varjan. The black-armored warrior was not at all amused and proceeded to duel the red-armored Hero.

One can notice that this Varjan did not look like a Warrior. No, he was an Elite. Much more dangerous than a Warrior. His friends noticed this little scene and promptly shifted their priorities. Now some three Varjan Elites had zeroed in Angelise, Estelle, Alfred and Senshi along with the unconscious Nyx. The Tarvos that was summoned sensed the danger and proceeded to charge at the Varjan Elites.

Paul's Progress Place

Welcome to the Paul of Recaps. This is Razelia: The Kingdom of Magic Season 1.

The kingdom of Razelia is the most magic-centric nation in all the land. Its capital, Zauberheim, is home to the most prestigious magic school in the country, Seraph Academy. Every year, a tournament is held as celebration for the graduating students. This tournament regularly invites outsider fighters so the students can fight someone 'outside-of-the-box'.

One of the student competitors is Seleth Thenri, a Dark Elf who's staying in the Radiant Cathedral. She's a bit arrogant and rough but she's a good person. She's also friends with Alicia de Florencia who is, a a bit of a dumb jock, but also a good person.

Also a student competitor is the Princess of Razelia herself, Lisianthus von Zauberheim. She's pretty much The Ace in Seraph Academy. However, also an Ace and also a competitor is Varjan Caldeyron. He's lauded as a child prodigy and a potential rival to Lisia but he's kind of aloof and does little to stand out so they've barely met each other.

Arriving in Zauberheim is Hisana. She plans to participate in the tournament for the lols. She is also a criminal when she steals this guard's pocket money. At the registration tents, she meets Keith North, apparently a better criminal by stealing the money that Hisana stole. However, he gets caught for the crime that Hisana committed so maybe not. He was also a would-be competitor, but then he changed his mind and now wants to leave Razelia. Ominous.

Following Hisana is bounty hunter Enishi. He is also here for the tournament but he gets caught for being in close proximity to Hisana's crime so he doesn't get to participate in the tourney.

The Grand Academy Tournament begins. Seleth fights this fat knight and wins pretty easily. However, one of the knight's friends approaches her. This guy has a sleeping cap for a helmet but then he tells Seleth about dreams involving a burning city and monsters attacking it. Ominous.

She gets back to the Radiant Cathedral to find Varjan Caldeyron hanging out here. Like always, Varjan is quiet and reserved but then he has a breakdown, asking Seleth to kill him. Seleth's like 'No! You're crazy!'. A woman then bursts forth into the cathedral. This is Varjan's mom, Iona Caldeyron, and she begins ripping into Varjan right in front of Seleth. Iona goes 180 on Seleth though so yeah, she's pretty plastic.

Meanwhile, Princess Lisia fights this purple-robed martial arts guy who can shapeshift into her so that's cool.

Back to Enishi, the confusion was cleared but he's still bummed out that he couldn't join the tournament. He's instead recruited for a secret investigation headed by Athos, ripped straight outta Fire Emblem down to the name. Athos is the Court Mage of the royal family and explained that the investigation is about a crime ring that's suspected to be selling drugs and enhancers to participants of the Grand Academy Tournament.

They need hard evidence to get a manhunt launched though so Enishi and a bunch of other agents sneak into a suspicious warehouse where they see drugs being manufactured and Keith North?! How'd he get out of jail? The sneaking fails though and a fight breaks out. One of the agents is about to get thwacked when a Beastkin girl comes to the rescue.

She is Lumina Lusteria, a new arrival at Zauberheim but she's not here for the tournament. She comes from a faraway land across the ocean. The seers of her land told of a great catastrophe that will befall a magical kingdom. So, Razelia. Lumina volunteered to go and find out what it is and stop it if she can.

Back at the warehouse, Keith declares 'Code Orange' and the warehouse is set on fire to destroy the evidence. Fortunately, our heroes' combined efforts drive off Keith and snag some hard evidence.

It's the second day of the tournament. Seleth is fighting this funny leopard Beastkin and wins albeit with some awkwardness. She meets with Alicia and Mira Yasunori, a girl from the Eastern Isles. After some Ship Teasing, the conversation turns to Varjan and Seleth discovers that Alicia, Mira and a dude named Ecthel are friends with the aloof, friendless Varjan because they were planted there. Mira says they're genuinely friends but Seleth rightly calls them out on this deception.

Meanwhile, Lisia defeats her Beastkin opponent and encounters a heavily despondent Varjan with a maid girl. The maid's name is Anesh who gets all b****y at the Princess, pretty gutsy. Varjan dismisses her before things escalate and Lisia asks what's wrong and Varjan goes all edgelord on her and leaves.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

While we wait for the others to post, make sure to read the rules for it is updated. There is also a description of units you have fought encountered in the RP over at the Characters Tab.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

UNITS IN ARCADIA

CONCILIUM

Hero

"Battle-hardened warriors with exceptional skill. Can wield axes in addition to swords."

Sage

"A seasoned Mage or Healer with a high affinity for magic. Wields tomes and staves."

Footmen

Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.

Concilium Footmen usually have red and blue as their uniform colors.

*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."

*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."

*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."

VARJO

Varjan Warriors

"Varjan Warriors come alive in the midst of bloody battle; thriving on the slaughter of their foes."

Varjan Warriors are fighters of remarkable prowess. Their strength is infernal and their bodies are as tough as steel. Encased in suits of masterfully-forged armor, a Varjan Warrior is equal to several mortal fighters. One could say they are no longer truly human, but living weapons, honed perfectly for the bloody tasks before them. He has nothing but contempt for almost everything and goes about the business of murder with a vengeance. A Varjan Warrior's only solace is in the slaughter - the fulfillment of his new existence as an instrument of his nation's violent will, and at battle's end, his armor is splattered with the lifeblood of the slain.


*Halberdier variant
Varjan Warriors equipped with the mighty halberd to take down larger foes for Arcadia is full of monsters and beasts larger than man.

Varjan Elites

"Elites are greater than their Varjan brethren, more powerful and savage in close quarters, especially with great weapons."

There are those amongst the ranks of the Varjan Warriors who bear the favor of King Caldeyron more than their fellows. Known amongst their kind as Elites, their frames are swollen due to inhumane training, and "boons" bestowed on them by their King in recognition of the many fell deeds they have committed. Even if an Elite warrior bears no such stigmata, it is clear that he carries the grace of the Caldeyrons from his aura of dark menace. The Elites are truly the nobility of Varjo. The Elites lead by example, fighting not as commanders but as veteran warriors and champions. In this way, the Elites hope to attract yet more of their Majesty's favor and ascend to the ranks of the truly exalted. They advance unflinchingly through magical bolts, hails of arrows and punishing artillery volleys, their purposeful thread never falters as they march ever closer to their prey. Battle lines have buckled and broken at the mere prospect of a unit of Elites closing in upon them, blades raised so that the methodical butchery of the foe can begin.


*Halberdier variant
Varjan Elites equipped with the mighty halberd to take down larger foes for Arcadia is full of monsters and beasts larger than man.

Hellriders

"Hellriders deliver a terrifyingly powerful charge to enemy lines, particularly if armed with a lance."

Hellriders are feared throughout Arcadia and beyond as merciless butchers capable of turning the course of battle with a single charge. They are towering brutes atop immensely powerful Hell Steeds, rider and mount clad in thickest plate, each section of armor crafted by a master blacksmith. A Hellrider's greaves are jagged blades, well suited to slicing through the flesh of the enemy. Even the frightful reputation of the Hellriders is a weapon in its own right, crippling those who would stand against them before a single blow is struck. Many Hellriders charge to war with great lances, evil-looking polearms designed to impale and tear their foes. Others wield a deadly assortment of weapons, from cleavers and war-picks to heavy maces. Some Hellriders even brandish magical blades, each bearing a small measure of power. Regardless of the form or the hexes inscribed upon these ensorcelled weapons, they are all enchanted in order to kill, and most flicker with dark fire. Each Hellrider is a paragon amongst his warrior brethren, for he has trod the path of damnation for many years and holds the favor of the Varjan King. A Hellrider's horned helmet may conceal a twisted and permanent rictus smile of sharp metallic fangs, or a striking and cold beauty that steals the breath away. Few have a chance to find out, for those who behold the Hellriders of Varjo are but moments away from a grisly end. A full unit of Hellriders, galloping at speed, will hit a battle line like the mailed fist of the gods.

Footmen

Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.

Varjan Footmen usually have black as their uniform colors.

*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."

*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."

*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."

GLEIVNIR

Gleivnir Warrior

"A heavily-armored brawler who can swing a large axe as if it were a feather. His mighty attacks can tear through foes and obstacles."

Footmen

Footmen are paid as full-time professional soldiers, ready to answer the call to arms at all times. In addition to forming a standing army to repel enemy attack, Footmen also serve as city guards, the fire watch and the enforcers of the law. However, most of the time these soldiers spend their days drilling and training with various weapons to the barked instructions of grim-faced sergeants and veteran marksmen. Every state trains its regiments to fight together, providing each other with mutual protection on the battlefield. Footmen often march to battle with detachments of differently armed troops to aid them. These detachments form up close to their regimental units, where they guard vulnerable flanks and provide battlefield support, either by joining their regimental units in the bloody melee of close combat with swords and maces and axes and other similar weapons, or by showering oncoming enemies with missile fire.

Gleivnir Footmen usually have gold and silver as their uniform colors.

*Bow variant
"Although inaccurate, Bow Footmen provide a cheap, plentiful line of defense against the oncoming enemy."

*Spear variant
"With a spear in hand, these men are no heroes, but they are stalwart defenders of their homelands."

*Polearm variant
"Although Footmen are not particularly skillful with such weapons, they can defend their homelands with them well enough."

DWARVES

Dwarven Infantry

"With weapons in hand, Dwarven Infantry lay into the front lines with unremitting violence."

Dwarves make formidable fighters - they are strong and extremely resilient, broad of shoulder and wide of girth. Although by no means quick, they are physically robust and can maintain a steady plodding pace, marching for days on end despite being loaded down by burdens and heavy mail. When they charge into battle, the momentum generated by their wide, armor-clad bodies is remarkable, hitting the foe with a resounding impact. Protected by their heavy mail, their skillful use of overlapping shield walls and, finally, by their own tough and obstinate nature, Dwarf individuals, units and armies as a whole seem able to absorb punishing blows that would cause other races to break and flee.

Dwarven Bolters

"A volley of Dwarven crossbow bolts will travel far and hit hard, particularly against the lightly armored."

When the Clans are called to fight, some Dwarves arm themselves with crossbows and join the battle as Bolters. These formations are tasked with raining bolts down upon their foes - a task they perform with orderly zeal. Bolters seek to thin down the enemy's ranks, punish units attempting to outflank their own forces and engage in ranged duels with the foe's missile-armed troops. Dwarves have never taken to bows, partly because they do not suit their short physical stature, but also due to the limitations of such weapons in confined tunnels. The powerfully-built Dwarf crossbow can easily fire shots that outdistance the puny bows used by Man, and the crossbow bolts pack enough punch to devastate lightly armored foes. With typical Dwarf precision, a unit of Bolters will unleash its hail of bolts, reload, take aim and fire again. Protected by heavy armor and their own sturdy constitutions, it is a rare day when an enemy - even one with more skilled marksmen than the Dwarves - can win a long-ranged shooting contest against a unit of Bolters. Of course, should the enemy approach near enough to engage the Bolters in close combat, they will find hardened warriors eager to put their axes and shortswords to work. While the devotees to the rifle have grown over the years, they have not replaced the crossbow. There are many Clans that prefer the range of the crossbow, while the most traditionalist simply rile against any technological progress and the regrettable lack of "elbow grease" needed to fire a rifle instead of winding a crossbow winch to reset its formidable shot.

Hyperdimension Neptunia X

"Long story short, we're from another hyperdimension. We've received your plea for help and offer our services. Can you fill us in on what exactly happened, though? Why you called for help, why this level of security, and...out of interest, has anything happened to me, Rom or Ram?""

@Silver Carrot

The alternate Nepgear sported a confused face. "I... never sent out any pleas for help..." She said. "However... I do need help. Gamindustri is under attack from a terrorist organization." The CPU Candidate explained. "It's not powerful like the ASIC but they are crafty and cunning. Hitting our weakest points before disappearing from the radar."

"But everyone's okay, Blanc. You, Ram and Rom are safe with me." The alternate Nepgear assured with a smile. "This dimension's you, Ram and Rom, I mean."

"And who exactly is this organization terrorizing Gamindustri?" Vert asked with a skeptical look. "And if they are not as dangerous Arfoire's lackeys then why does Planeptune look like it is going to war?"

"I just said they were not as powerful. I never said they weren't a big of a threat!" The alternate Purple Sister replied in a rather impatient tone. Disrespectful even.

Something that did not go unnoticed by the others. The original CPU Candidates were all in disbelief. "You may be my dear Nepgear but I will not tolerate that tone, young lady!" Vert responded, clearly insulted by the least likely to do that her.

"Whoa, whoa now everyone." Neptune immediately interjected. "Now that we know that there's some evil group threatening Gamindustri, we could immediately jump to the last chapter and take them down rather than play through the first chapter where we bicker around... Right?"

But despite Neptune's attempts, the alternate Nepgear and Vert are still locked in a stare-off with neither giving ground. "Uhhh, guys? Little help here?"

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

---CANDAELN---

Jarde followed all the commotion and saw a group of knights enter Candaeln. He knew they were part of the Iron Rose Knights, probably the main contingent even, because he saw Fanilly Danbalion. He paused for a moment to confirm what he saw but there was no mistaking it. It was her, the noble girl from his childhood, all grown up and in charge of an esteemed order of knights. He knew that they both had gotten far in their lives. But their positions didn't change. He was beneath her and probably does not know he exists.

As the knights conversed with one another, Jarde just stood by and watched with a smile. He may be unnoticed but that was fine with him. Helping out Fanilly and the Iron Rose Knights was enough for him.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

---Dragonrage Pass---

-@cloudystar & @Melkor-

“There’s no need for violence, my friends. This is Prince Jarde of Ereb - you would do to not harm him lest you feel the wrath of the Concilium.”

@Melkor

The Varjan Warriors all looked at each other before returning their dark gazes unto you. "We were just going to get some food but you seem to have a better idea on how things should go." One of them replied before all of them readied their swords, maces and axes. Their lust for battle clearly stroked.

Suddenly, Jarde stepped forward. "S-SO sorry for our getting in your way then! Ehehe..." He said to the warriors with a friendly albeit nervous tone. "So uhh, we shall be on our way! You guys just enjoy the food and stuff all right?" The prince continued before grabbing hold of Taka's arm. "Merilia, you handle him."

"Yes, my lord." The red-armored woman said before seizing Cylus' arm.

-@Fairess, @Polaris North, @Fubsy, @Lady Athena, @Nanashi Ninanai, @Snarfulblast, @MarsAdept & @Darkmoon Angel-

The old man chuckled at the main question hurled at him, who was he? "Me? Well... I'm just a witness at the meeting between the Dwarven representatives and those of the Arcadia League." He answered while dodging the question. "It was quite the spectacle..." He continued as if reminiscing a fond memory. The old man then began walking away while a white-feathered avian landed on his shoulder. Those with sharp eyes would identify it as a crow, despite its coloration.

-Everyone-

Jarde returned to the camp with Taka, Cylus and a woman in red armor. It seemed two of them were half-dragged back there. "Seriously guys? Why in Naga's name would you agitate soldiers of Varjo?" He was more in disbelief than angry at Cylus and Taka. "Well, at least we off that scot-free. I hope nothing like that happens again."

And just when he said that, a voice yelled in a panicked tone, catching everyone's attention. "The League has betrayed us! We are under attack!" The voice belonged to a Dwarf and he raised his voice so that everyone could hear him, especially his kin. The news shocked almost all of those present. "We must defend ourselves!"

Moments after, another voice shouted. "Treachery! The Dwarves are attacking us! Treachery! " The voice belonged to a Footman of Gleivnir. While these news contradicted the first, it was still shocking to everyone who could hear it. "To arms! TO ARMS!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere became chaotic and filled with the sounds of war as fighting immediately erupted everywhere. Dwarves and men begun clashing against each other but there were some who were still confused at the situation and so, just stood and watched as violence ensued. The Varjans, on the other hand, all seemed happy at the turn of events and happily threw themselves into the fray.

Jarde and Merilia unsheathe their swords but engaged no one. Between the camp of the unusual regiment was a group of Dwarven Infantry and a group of Varjan Warriors. "My lord! What do we do? My lord!" The red-armored woman begged for an order from Prince Jarde but he could not give any.

It appeared that the choice lay on those part of the prince's regiment.

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

I like how Alfred knows Estelle's name even if she hadn't said it yet.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

---CANDAELN---

Seeing how he has been ignored, Jarde just smiled through it. "Aaaall right then."

In a span of a few moments, multiple knights entered the kitchen. The most notable was the spontaneous appearance of a woman sporting the ears of rabbit. Much was going on for Jarde to follow but they seem to busy talking to each other and so, he elected to not interrupt them.

He did spot a maid looking like she had trouble holding up some very large steaks. "Hey there miss." He quickly approached the maid. "Those are some heavy stuff you have there. Mind if I help?"

A Time Of Turmoil: A Fire Emblem-esque RP

----Dragonrage Pass----

-Everyone-

When Taka decided to get more food, the young prince thought it was a good idea to go with you. "H-hey, Taka was it? Let me come with you and help you out. We're going to need a lot of food for everyone here after all." He said. "I also need to look for my escort."

He then turned to everyone else. "Everyone, just stay put and continue with the introductions okay?"

-@cloudystar-

You and Jarde make your way along to the supply tents but as you head there, you pass through the encampments of the Varjan contingent. You see sights of their large and bulky-armored warriors sitting around and... preparing their weapons? Varjo's military was always a battle-hungry bunch but you feel as if they are readying for a fight when there should not be any.

Still, you reach the supply area without incident and there you see a blonde, red-armored woman who was quite in a foul mood with the chefs. "What do you mean there's no more of Sir Gert's Special?!" She complained quite loudly. "I personally met with him to make sure there was enough for everyone in this meeting! Including the Dwarves!"

"M-Merilia..." Apparently Jarde knew this irritated woman. "...Please don't cause such a commotion."

The woman name Merilia gasped when she heard Jarde's voice. "B-but my lord! A prince such as yourself must have the finest meals possible...!"

While Jarde continued to calm Merilia down, you had begun your rather questionable method of acquiring food. You have swiped enough food and now you have to return to your peers. You probably need to take Prince Jarde and the red-armored woman with you too.

But as you go about your business, you see several Varjan Warriors approaching you three. You spot their weapons on them and they walk towards you as if they were there for you and not the food.

-Everyone except cloudystar-

Moments after Prince Jarde and Taka leave, a strange and enigmatic figure approaches the bonfire. "Ahh... this must be the camp of... that regiment." The old, hoarse voice said. The figure was an old man whose hair on his head and face were a grayish white. He wore black robes with a few trinkets attached to it. "Very diverse. Just as they said."

However, his voice then became grim. "But are you sure you want to stay in this group?" He asked everyone present. "He has a black streak in his hair. A sign of bad omen at best and an indicator of corruption at worst." He explained, likely referring to Jarde. "At least, according to the legends of The Concilium."