Well, yes. Taguel are basically this game's Laguz. They're a race of beast people, though instead of the bird/cat/dragon tribes from the Radiant series, they all have the same transformation into a creature which is like a cross between a wolf and rabbit, but the size of a bear. It's pretty boss.
I was simply thinking that the whole "He fights like an animal" thing, coupled with his look (Jecht would make a surprisingly good Taguel) would work well as a Taguel and I don't think there is one currently in the RP.
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It's not bad, but I do feel like you're trying very hard to shoehorn Jecht into the Fire Emblem setting. While I'm not inherently averse to using characters from other canons when it's done well, my usual rule of thumb is "If you don't have to, don't."
Also, just my feeling, but I think the character would be better if you dropped the weapons entirely and just made him a Taguel. It's been 10+ years since Awakening at this point, it's very possible that other tribes of Taguel could have appeared that Panne and Yarne didn't know about (as both of them claimed to be 'The Last of the Taguel', though neither of them seemed to know for sure that this is the case and Panne even seems to doubt her own claim, as evidenced in one of her supports with Gaius).
Of course, I'm not the GM, so feel free to ignore me. Simply my two cents, as it were!
Also, just my feeling, but I think the character would be better if you dropped the weapons entirely and just made him a Taguel. It's been 10+ years since Awakening at this point, it's very possible that other tribes of Taguel could have appeared that Panne and Yarne didn't know about (as both of them claimed to be 'The Last of the Taguel', though neither of them seemed to know for sure that this is the case and Panne even seems to doubt her own claim, as evidenced in one of her supports with Gaius).
Of course, I'm not the GM, so feel free to ignore me. Simply my two cents, as it were!
Well, my thinking was more that any soldier in any army isn't only going to be trained with one weapon. I can't think of any reason why a foot soldier would be trained with a lance but not a sword. Especially when they were recruits, before they picked a specialization, it would make sense if they at least got given basic training with swords, lances, bows, etc. Magic and staves is another thing, of course, so I wouldn't dream of suggesting that she could pick up either of those and start using them, but it makes sense to my mind at least that a General with 30 years of fighting experience wouldn't be like "You expect me to fight with a sword? I wouldn't even know how!" just because that's how they are in game mechanics.
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Incidentally, I just thought of another question: Since we're keeping this RP relatively close to the game mechanics, how do weapon proficiencies work? And for that matter, how do classes work? Is it fair to assume that if my character found a lance she would know how to use it? And would doing so automatically promote her to a Wyvern Lord? What if she found a sword? Presumably (as with the archer in my most recent post) she would know which is the business end and could at least use it as a backup weapon. Or is the whole class thing just so people have an idea for a starting point? (I.E Axes are her main weapons, but that doesn't mean she couldn't kill someone with a lance or sword as well).
Obviously I have no plans for her to suddenly start exploiting the weapon triangle by carrying all three weapons about, she'll definitely be sticking to axes for the time being, I'm simply curious as it's a bridge we may come to down the road.
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Incidentally, I just thought of another question: Since we're keeping this RP relatively close to the game mechanics, how do weapon proficiencies work? And for that matter, how do classes work? Is it fair to assume that if my character found a lance she would know how to use it? And would doing so automatically promote her to a Wyvern Lord? What if she found a sword? Presumably (as with the archer in my most recent post) she would know which is the business end and could at least use it as a backup weapon. Or is the whole class thing just so people have an idea for a starting point? (I.E Axes are her main weapons, but that doesn't mean she couldn't kill someone with a lance or sword as well).
Obviously I have no plans for her to suddenly start exploiting the weapon triangle by carrying all three weapons about, she'll definitely be sticking to axes for the time being, I'm simply curious as it's a bridge we may come to down the road.
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-smacks- Thats dangerous.
Except when it's wyvern-assisted.
As she approached the battle, Fara kept both eyes locked firmly on the fighting so that she had a good idea of who was on which side before she got stuck in. Mostly by watching who was killing who, she worked out that that the female archer, the assassin and the mage at least were all on the same side, and most of those not wearing the same colours as the bandits seemed to be following their lead. She spotted a pair of archers attempting to flank the small group in the center by passing around a tall dune and decided that, dangerous as it might be for her wyvern, the two of them seemed like the best place to start. Banking hard, she pulled the great beast below her into a dive, her axe raised and gripped as firmly as she could. They spotted her before she got within a hundred meters and, panicking, raised their bows and let loose a pair of arrows in a vain attempt to stop her descent but in their haste their arrows sailed safely wide of her. At the last moment before she slammed into them, her wyvern suddenly threw it's wings wide to slow itself and further cushioned itself by landing ontop of one of the stunned bowmen, burying him under the weight of both the lizard and it's rider. His comrade hurriedly attempted to nock another arrow, but before he could raise his bow a well-aimed throwing axe from Fara knocked the weapon from his hands. The archer didn't miss a beat, however, and drew a shortsword from his belt before charging towards her screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Damn.. Fara muttered as she climbed down from the back of her mount and strode calmly towards the rapidly approaching man, her axe slung lazily over her shoulder. "I was aiming for his head.."
The soldier finally arrived within striking distance of her and aimed a wild overhead swing at her, which she easily avoided simply by stepping to the side. From the way the man wielded the blade it was clear he wasn't proficient with it, but simply told which end was the pointy one and that he'd probably never need to use it, as was often the case with career archers. He again used both hands to swing a horizontal slash across her chest, but overestimated the length of his blade and promptly failed to make contact with much more than air. She had to restrain the urge to chuckle. After all, he was clearly trying his best. On his third attempt to kill her (fourth if she counted the arrows from before) she decided to put him out of his misery and brought her axe up to parry the attack, catching the blade under the heel of her axe and, with a forceful tug, ripping the weapon from his hands. Though once again disarmed, the thug was undeterred and threw himself towards her, tackling her to the sandy floor, her weapon flying from her hand. He wrapped one large, grizzled hand around her throat and raised the other back, but before he could throw the punch she brought both her feet up, wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him down into a headscissor, swiftly repositioning herself such that her knee was applying pressure to his jugular. Less than ten seconds later, the man was unconscious.
"Well.. that could have gone better.." She again muttered to herself as she rubbed her throat, looking down at the defeated archer. Suddenly conscious that there was still a battle going on nearby, she quickly grabbed some rope and hogtied him, figuring she might need someone to interrogate once the battle was over. She then gathered up her axe, climbed back into her wyvern's harness and got ready to head into the battle proper.
"Damn.. Fara muttered as she climbed down from the back of her mount and strode calmly towards the rapidly approaching man, her axe slung lazily over her shoulder. "I was aiming for his head.."
The soldier finally arrived within striking distance of her and aimed a wild overhead swing at her, which she easily avoided simply by stepping to the side. From the way the man wielded the blade it was clear he wasn't proficient with it, but simply told which end was the pointy one and that he'd probably never need to use it, as was often the case with career archers. He again used both hands to swing a horizontal slash across her chest, but overestimated the length of his blade and promptly failed to make contact with much more than air. She had to restrain the urge to chuckle. After all, he was clearly trying his best. On his third attempt to kill her (fourth if she counted the arrows from before) she decided to put him out of his misery and brought her axe up to parry the attack, catching the blade under the heel of her axe and, with a forceful tug, ripping the weapon from his hands. Though once again disarmed, the thug was undeterred and threw himself towards her, tackling her to the sandy floor, her weapon flying from her hand. He wrapped one large, grizzled hand around her throat and raised the other back, but before he could throw the punch she brought both her feet up, wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled him down into a headscissor, swiftly repositioning herself such that her knee was applying pressure to his jugular. Less than ten seconds later, the man was unconscious.
"Well.. that could have gone better.." She again muttered to herself as she rubbed her throat, looking down at the defeated archer. Suddenly conscious that there was still a battle going on nearby, she quickly grabbed some rope and hogtied him, figuring she might need someone to interrogate once the battle was over. She then gathered up her axe, climbed back into her wyvern's harness and got ready to head into the battle proper.
"Can't do it, ma'am, sorry. Mayor's orders. In case of bandit attack, these gates stay locked. This 'ere's a small town, we ain't got the soldiers to send to help every poor bastard what gets in trouble out on the dunes. Outside these walls it ain't none of our business." The Gateman folded his arms, looking down at Fara from his post above the gate. She knew she didn't need it open to get out, her wyvern could get her over the walls no problem, but she didn't like the idea of flying alone into the unknown without backup and even a couple of town guards would have been better than nothing. She rolled her eyes as she climbed up into her wyvern's harnass, strapped herself in, then made ready to take off.
Just then, there was a noise that sounded like a cannon blast and she looked over in the direction of the battle and could only see a small plume of smoke rising over the wall in it's general direction. "That doesn't sound good.." She muttered to herself, glad that her voice was slowly returning to her, quickening her preparations to take off.
"What was that?" The Gatekeeper called and turned back towards her, but was met only by a large gust of wind as her wyvern used it's powerful legs and wings to launch itself upward with the force of a loaded trebuchet. Once in the air, she had a somewhat better view of the battle that was raging. It looked as she had first guessed, travellers under attack by bandits, but as her wyvern brought her closer it became clear that there was something not altogether usual about these bandits, if that's what they even were. She also noted the medium-sized charred crater in the side of one of the dunes, most likely the impact spot for the cannon she heard earlier, though she wasn't sure what kind of cannon caused a hole like that. She unclasped her axe from it's holder, on the harness down by her right leg, and gave it a few practice swings to get used to it's weight again. The merchants seemed to be holding their own for now, but she wanted to be ready to split some skulls as soon as she was within range.
Just then, there was a noise that sounded like a cannon blast and she looked over in the direction of the battle and could only see a small plume of smoke rising over the wall in it's general direction. "That doesn't sound good.." She muttered to herself, glad that her voice was slowly returning to her, quickening her preparations to take off.
"What was that?" The Gatekeeper called and turned back towards her, but was met only by a large gust of wind as her wyvern used it's powerful legs and wings to launch itself upward with the force of a loaded trebuchet. Once in the air, she had a somewhat better view of the battle that was raging. It looked as she had first guessed, travellers under attack by bandits, but as her wyvern brought her closer it became clear that there was something not altogether usual about these bandits, if that's what they even were. She also noted the medium-sized charred crater in the side of one of the dunes, most likely the impact spot for the cannon she heard earlier, though she wasn't sure what kind of cannon caused a hole like that. She unclasped her axe from it's holder, on the harness down by her right leg, and gave it a few practice swings to get used to it's weight again. The merchants seemed to be holding their own for now, but she wanted to be ready to split some skulls as soon as she was within range.
Another question: Is there a posting order, or can we just post whenever it feels appropriate to do so?
Fara awoke in a strange bed, her head throbbing as if she'd been bludgeoned into unconsciousness, her eyes taking a while to acclimatise to the brightness filling the room. It was day and she was inside a small room, lying on a dingy wood-framed bed in nothing but her leggings and a loose-fitting shirt which, from the size, appeared to belong to some kind of half-giant. She swung her legs around off the bed and tried to focus on the noise she could hear in the distance. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it in her present dazed state. She stood up, the blood rushing from her head forcing her to sit back down again with a thump. At this, a stir came from underneath her room (which she now surmised was on the first floor of whatever building she was in) and footsteps came hurriedly up the stairs. A dumpy middle-aged woman appeared at her doorway with a large smile plastered across her face and a large jug of water in her hand.
"She's awake, Alfred!" The woman called before marching into the room, pouring out a cup of water and thrusting it in Fara's direction. "You'd best drink up, girl. You was half dead when your beastie dropped you at the town gate. Dehydration. Surprised you managed to make your way across the desert without a water canteen.. even more surprised no-one mentioned that you'd need one.. 'specially since you're clearly some kinda soldier.."
"Did you yell something, Mavis?" The aforementioned half-giant appeared at the door. A large man who had to duck to see through the low doorway, with a beard which hung down his face like a damp washcloth. "Oh, she's awake is she? Good.. I'll leave you two to.. whatever womanly troubles are.. you know.." And with that he wandered off without bothering to finish the thought. Mavis chuckled slightly, then turned back towards Fara.
"We kept all your equipment safe and sound. No doubt you'll be wanting to get back to Plegia Castle and deliver whatever news you had to deliver.. wouldn't suggest goin' straight away, though. You'll want your strength back. We can send a pigeon, if you'd like? Let your superiors know where you are an' all that?" The woman gestured to a large trunk at the bottom of the bed, against which her axe was resting. Presumably the rest of her equipment lay inside. Clearly the woman had mistaken her for a Plegian scout, which she could be forgiven for doing as, by intent, Fara had made sure not to bring anything with her bearing any sort of Valmese heraldry in order to maintain her discretion. Additionally she was on the outskirts of a country well known for it's Wyvern-heavy air force. For now it seemed best to go along with the lie, especially since she had no idea how far the kindness of these two people would continue if they learned that she was a foreign insurgent.
"What.. " Fara began to speak, but quickly found her throat was hoarse, presumably from her little adventure in the desert. "What.. of my.. mount...? She struggled out, then took a large gulp of water.
"Oh, your big lizard is being taken care of. Old Josef the blacksmith has been lookin' after him, apparently used to custom build fitted Wyvern harnesses so he's spent some time 'round the beasts. Anywho.. you won't be wanting to head off any time soon. You get some rest and I'll bring you up a nice bowl of lemon and lentil soup later on, clear that sore throat of yours right up it will!" And so the woman toddled off before Fara had the chance to argue. Once Mavis was gone, she stood and walked to the window. The noise that had awoken her, that she could still hear, she suddenly realised what it was. Battle. She peered out and scanned the horizon, one hand over her forehead to block out the desert sun's glare, and spotted her target. It looked like a merchant caravan being attacked by bandits. Ignoring Mavis' instructions, she quickly threw Alfred's shirt to the floor, flung open the chest and set about getting herself kitted up.
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Finally she made her way down the stairs, still a little groggy but already feeling about 10 times better than when she first awoke. Mavis looked horrified at the sight of her, axe in-hand, making her way towards the door. The woman quickly scuttled over and flung her arms wide, blocking her way.
"No! Absolutely not! You are ill, you need rest, you'll end up getting yourself killed if you wander off before you're better!" She demanded, but Fara had no time for the woman's nonsense. She quietly shooed Mavis aside with one hand, stopping only to half-turn back towards the woman and give her a silent bow and nod of respect, mouthing the words 'Thank you.' to save her voice. She then set off as quickly as she could to find the blacksmith and her wyvern, without whom she wouldn't be riding into any battles at all.
"She's awake, Alfred!" The woman called before marching into the room, pouring out a cup of water and thrusting it in Fara's direction. "You'd best drink up, girl. You was half dead when your beastie dropped you at the town gate. Dehydration. Surprised you managed to make your way across the desert without a water canteen.. even more surprised no-one mentioned that you'd need one.. 'specially since you're clearly some kinda soldier.."
"Did you yell something, Mavis?" The aforementioned half-giant appeared at the door. A large man who had to duck to see through the low doorway, with a beard which hung down his face like a damp washcloth. "Oh, she's awake is she? Good.. I'll leave you two to.. whatever womanly troubles are.. you know.." And with that he wandered off without bothering to finish the thought. Mavis chuckled slightly, then turned back towards Fara.
"We kept all your equipment safe and sound. No doubt you'll be wanting to get back to Plegia Castle and deliver whatever news you had to deliver.. wouldn't suggest goin' straight away, though. You'll want your strength back. We can send a pigeon, if you'd like? Let your superiors know where you are an' all that?" The woman gestured to a large trunk at the bottom of the bed, against which her axe was resting. Presumably the rest of her equipment lay inside. Clearly the woman had mistaken her for a Plegian scout, which she could be forgiven for doing as, by intent, Fara had made sure not to bring anything with her bearing any sort of Valmese heraldry in order to maintain her discretion. Additionally she was on the outskirts of a country well known for it's Wyvern-heavy air force. For now it seemed best to go along with the lie, especially since she had no idea how far the kindness of these two people would continue if they learned that she was a foreign insurgent.
"What.. " Fara began to speak, but quickly found her throat was hoarse, presumably from her little adventure in the desert. "What.. of my.. mount...? She struggled out, then took a large gulp of water.
"Oh, your big lizard is being taken care of. Old Josef the blacksmith has been lookin' after him, apparently used to custom build fitted Wyvern harnesses so he's spent some time 'round the beasts. Anywho.. you won't be wanting to head off any time soon. You get some rest and I'll bring you up a nice bowl of lemon and lentil soup later on, clear that sore throat of yours right up it will!" And so the woman toddled off before Fara had the chance to argue. Once Mavis was gone, she stood and walked to the window. The noise that had awoken her, that she could still hear, she suddenly realised what it was. Battle. She peered out and scanned the horizon, one hand over her forehead to block out the desert sun's glare, and spotted her target. It looked like a merchant caravan being attacked by bandits. Ignoring Mavis' instructions, she quickly threw Alfred's shirt to the floor, flung open the chest and set about getting herself kitted up.
Finally she made her way down the stairs, still a little groggy but already feeling about 10 times better than when she first awoke. Mavis looked horrified at the sight of her, axe in-hand, making her way towards the door. The woman quickly scuttled over and flung her arms wide, blocking her way.
"No! Absolutely not! You are ill, you need rest, you'll end up getting yourself killed if you wander off before you're better!" She demanded, but Fara had no time for the woman's nonsense. She quietly shooed Mavis aside with one hand, stopping only to half-turn back towards the woman and give her a silent bow and nod of respect, mouthing the words 'Thank you.' to save her voice. She then set off as quickly as she could to find the blacksmith and her wyvern, without whom she wouldn't be riding into any battles at all.
Who is accepted? Is it me? I'm going to assume it's me. I'll go start thinking about posting in the IC then.
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