Solace

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

War of the New Leaf

Until they vanished.

Only four years after the conclusion of the Scarlet Chapter, the three heroes of their world disappeared without an afterword. Only Erigan Estali and Wernthall Floran had left behind offspring to inherit their rightful thrones, but not yet come of age to rule, the Triumvirate all but dissolved without the greatness that had created the alliance. Without this union, the relations between Estala, Anarcas, and Cesadas began to deteriorate over the centuries, where pointless bickering and petty greed forfeited the potential for sound leadership.

The crown continued to pass from heir to heir, and as the world grew with the time that passed, the tensions only continued to persist.

For their ordinary subjects, they only wished for these roaring tides to calm, and for the promises of peace to be kept by their leaders. Yet, with his father bedridden from the Swarm, the people rode on the hopes that the young heir, Erigan Estali IV, would be the difference they sought. While he wielded the Gift as effortlessly as his ancestors had, he would prove to be nothing more than the same.

Year 600 — the turn of the century, and by calendar date, the New Leaf. The Island—Kingdom of Rozel issued a summons to court to the corners of the world for the hand of Ceiya Moro, where many lieges and knights would answer the call. Countless suitors traveled far and wide for the lady's hand, including Erigan Estali IV, but all would be turned down by the fair maiden. That is, until her final admirer, Jaedal Floran, approached. Black of hair and darkly handsome, the Crown Prince of Anarcas had caught the eye of many in the throne room. The King of Rozel, impressed by the noble's poise, chose to betroth his daughter to Jaedal.

Outraged by the choice of his sworn enemy, the court was shocked as Erigan Estali IV stepped forward, challenging Jaedal Floran to the death for Ceiya Moro's favor. The Crown Prince proved to be the better swordsman, easily defeating and mocking the young Estali. Enraged, he tossed the sword aside, threatening to torch Jaedal Floran alive with the Gift; in an unexpected scenario, the Chancellor of Cesadas intervened, stopping Erigan Estali IV just as the embers scarred the Crown Prince's face.

With the marriage of Jaedal and Ceiya to come by the next year, the royal retinues returned to their respective abodes, and unbeknownst to Erigan IV, Anarcas and Cesadas secretly formed an alliance, the first of its kind since the Triumvirate during the Scarlet Chapter. With counsel from his father to take what was rightfully his before succumbing to the Swarm, Estala would be caught off guard by a surprise declaration of war from Theodorus Floran. With the nation's rule falling into the hands of Erigan Estali IV, there was a division between the Estalan court on his ability to lead the country through the battles to come.

_{The War of the New Leaf had begun.}

As the Anarcan-Cesadan Army sacked their lands, Estala was already doomed to fall as the last bastion standing before the capital was Fort Rigane. Erigan Estali IV had opted to fight alongside his armies on the frontline, though he had been forced to the lesser magics, as repeated usage of the Gift would prove fatal. When their enemies began to lay siege to Fort Rigane, there was little hope for the Estalans. Knowing that there would be no other option of victory, Erigan IV tapped into the ancient power within his soul, calling the dormant hymns of the soil beneath and channeling the Gift just as his ancestors had.

Almost as quickly as the invasion had started, the Estalans broke the Siege of Fort Rigane and ousted the Anarcan-Cesadan Army from their lands. Newly ascended as the Archsage, Erigan Estali IV led his forces through the dense opposition, despite the alarming number of casualties on both sides. The Gift carried his sails across the icy sea, marching upon the shores of Anarcas where their enemies had retreated.

With most of its armies crushed on the Aralean mainland, the remnants of the Anarcan-Cesadan tandem opted to bolster its defense in the capital, leaving little resistance outside of the walls of Blackwater. The War of the New Leaf had turned into a massacre, as those who stood in the way of the Archsage would be slaughtered. This violence had no boundaries as even the ordinary people were treated as enemies. One commander after another fell to this terrible might, all but one lone squire was sparred from the Estalan's campaign. Erigan IV would take the young man as his ward, before laying siege to Blackwater.

When the castle gates finally broke open from the month-long siege, the Archsage marched into the halls of Blackwater, battling their path towards the throne room. There, Theodorus Floran, the wrinkling Regent of Anarcas, sat, with Jaedal Floran and Ceiya Moro in his presence. The lady fled from the melee that would ensue between Erigan IV and Jaedal, their weapons clashing evenly, much to the latter's surprise. With the prolonged usage of the Gift wearing heavily on his life force, Erigan IV was struck down by his foe.

"Forblaze."

In their folly of underestimating the Archsage, Erigan IV channeled the last of the Gift as he lay bloodied and dying, conjuring a storm of fire that seared the ancient frost of the throne room, consuming those caught within its fury. Slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness, the burning of Theodorus and Jaedal saw the eventful end to the War of the New Leaf, resulting in the Estalan victory. While the scars run deep inside his being, and he may never fly like the Archsage once had, Erigan Estali IV would awaken to the only asset that truly mattered; Lady Ceiya Moro.

The flames of war had finally burned out with the Anarcan-Cesadan surrender, yet only a small semblance of peace returned to the world. The unrest remained as Anarcas, with its bloodline in jeopardy, had lost its structure. Restoration was a long road for their former enemies, but for Estala, it did not concern them. As reparations panned and order was reinstated in the world, rumors of an Anarcan heir coming of age began to surface. The old tensions of the New Leaf had returned, but it would be the next generation to decide.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

The Scarlet Chapter

_{The realm of man is a quarrelsome abode.}

From the ascension of Nilonne, to the birth of humanity, the world was once taught with animation. Mankind expanded to the corners of their lands and across the narrow seas, forming the first semblances of order from the earth upward. It is said that in her right hand, the Goddess Nilonne conjured a storm in the ocean, creating the Beorc from the rippling water, and in her left hand, she drew the wind with blades of grass, giving birth to the Laguz. Many kept to the native mainland of Aralea, while others roamed the badlands of Norarus.

Each created their own society; with the Gift flowing in their veins, the magical attuned would call themselves the Estalans. Just a little north to the Aralean mainland, a colony was formed on the frozen beaches of a remote subcontinent; later on, it would become customary to swear the Oath of Anarcans upon taking foot on their lands. Those without the Gift sought simpler lives at the opposite end of the world, where the Cesadans would claim their territories.

The story of winged beasts, now a lost legend told at a child's bedside, had once been a reality. Dragons ruled the skies of their world, imposing their will upon the mortals below. Touched by fire, they were predecessors to the laguz, donning a humanoid form and the ability to transform at will. For many years, humanity would comply to the bidding of their dictators, their palaces claimed as a host to several emissaries from the draconic race.

Each society chose a leader to represent their populace at the Court of Scales; Erigan Estali, the founder of Estala and known as the Dragonseer, was said to have descended from the dragons themselves through his seamless flow with the Gift. The Regent of Anarcas, Wernthall Floran, would elect himself as the voice of his people. Across the sea, bands of Beorc and Laguz alike united under Cilla the Untamed, a warrior-woman who rode on the back of a lion in a union unlike any had ever seen.

But this collective of eminence had grown complacent of draconian rule. The Beorc and Laguz had long endured suffering and hardship since their inception, and thus saw the birth of an alliance between Estala, Anarcas, and Cesadas; Erigan Estali dubbed their unity as the Triumvirate. Withdrawing from the Court of Scales, the three sovereigns severed their ties to the dragon race, declaring their own independence as they dismissed themselves. Mosin, the First Dragon, viewed this decision as high treason.

With obvious knowledge that they had incurred the wrath of the dragon race, the Triumvirate each called to their banners, anticipating the war that would come. Armed with sword and magic, their bravery would be challenged by the mythical destruction that the dragons were capable of unleashing. Against all odds, the Triumvirate prayed to the Goddess Nilonne.

_{Against all odds, the Goddess Nilonne called to the Triumvirate.}

Millions had perished as the dragons set fire to the human race, locking the Triumvirate into the seven-year conflict that would be historically known as the Scarlet Chapter. Desperation weigh heavily upon their peoples' weary shoulders, but the Triumvirate refused to bend the knee. The Dragonseer remained resolute amongst his companions, continuing to shape his power through the ways of the Gift.

There were many battles of note that took place during the Scarlet Chapter, but to the very end, there was little hope for Beorc and Laguz to withstand the ongoing ire. Despite the concerns from Wernthall Floran and Cilla, Erigan Estali continued to search for an answer through the Gift, for a future where his children would know peace. It was then, after years of unanswered prayer, the Goddess Nilonne bestowed her favor upon the Triumvirate.

The human race took the war to the dragons themselves as the trio, possessing powers strengthened through the blessing, led their alliance in one final campaign. The sacrifices of men, women, and children would not go in vain, they swore. Erigan Estali wielded the Gift with peerless ability, as legends wrote that with each dragon slain, he continually increased his threshold of power by absorbing their essence.

Months drew on, and the Triumvirate had finally pushed the dragons back to their last bastion of control; the Court of Scales, where the First Dragon reigned. Sailing through what would later be called the Maw of Thanatos, the ultimate battle for humanity would draw the rage of a fearsome storm; the clashing powers had caused an imbalance in the atmosphere. As the fighting commenced, the storm continued to strengthen.

In the end, only the First Dragon remained as the last of the Triumvirate's opposition. Mosin, baffled by the strength of their former subordinates, was impressed by the Dragonseer's ascension, honoring Erigan Estali to a parley of single combat. The remainder of his armies returned to their ships, where they would watch from the seaside. Of equal power, the opponents continued to clash, their visions of an ideal world colliding. The wrath of the storm, now a greater danger than the First Dragon himself, threatened to consume everything beyond the island.

Erigan Estali would seize this momentous opportunity. Drawing the tempest towards himself, he sought to extract its fury to use against Mosin; however, the chaotic imbalance had proven far too strong for his mortal being to manifest. It was there that the three heroes of the Triumvirate gathered in unison, lending their own spiritual force to defeat the First Dragon together. Even as the Gift remained far overbearing, the Dragonseer was able to cast the final spell. Celestial arrows of energy poured from his palms, piercing the ancient armor of the First Dragon; as he fell to the earth below, the powerful gale swept the defeated Mosin into the storm, leaving no trace of the last dragon as it dissipated.

_{Peace had finally come to Aralea and Norarus.}

As the Triumvirate rejoiced in their triumph over their former oppressors, there was much reparation to commence. The magnitude of destruction from the final battle had separated the Court of Scales into four islands, and to the south of Estala, much of these territories had been abandoned. The Triumvirate, with the pooled efforts of their people, would rebuild their world into a new age. It would be many, many years before each nation could truly recover from the disaster, but under the leadership of the three heroes, the union was on the wings flying towards the dream coming to fruition.

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World — Part I

P L O T

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The world has withstood the test of time since the creation of man. Hosting the five nations of Estala, Anarcas, Ibion, Cesadas, and Mirivia, the people of Aralea and Norarus have lived under the plight of tension since the first century of life. Estala, Anarcas, and Cesadas, once united during the Days of Dragons, now serve only to squabble amongst themselves, never holding a true peace for long.

A dangerous pirate war brews along the Thanatian Sea, the threat beginning to expand towards the northern islands. Erigan Estali IV, bound to answer their calls for aid as the Archsage of Estala, decides to send his son, the crown prince, to settle this matter, seeing this as an opportunity for the boy to prove himself a worthy heir to the sages of yore. Alongside him, his companions of varying character and experiences, will follow.

There has been a dark force within the Gift as Estala and Anarcas are incapable of progress. The source remains untapped, but Erigan Estali IV fears of a danger greater than themselves.

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R A C E S

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The Beorc

The first of Nilonne's creations, the Beorc are the populous race that live in all corners of the world. Their diversity is extended through the many different ethnic groups and cultures that reside in the five nations, from the nomadic clans roaming the plains of Ibion to the darker-skinned mercantile unions of Cesada. While some groups have developed their own language, the entirety of the Beorc population share the Common Tongue.

Wielding the large array of conventional weapons such as swords and magic, they are masters of countless combat arts, as well as the greater attuned with the Gift of the two races. A majority of the Beorc discriminate against their Laguz counterparts, regarding them as sub-humans and often enslaving them.

The Laguz

The Laguz, created alongside their bipedal cousins, are humanoids who possess the ability to morph into the animal of their tribe. In their base forms, it is uncertain if they are shorter, taller, smaller, or bigger than the Beorc; this depends on the animalia they belong to. For example, a Cat Laguz may be similar to a Beorc when they are not transformed, but a Bear Laguz may grow as tall as seven feet in their base form. In these humanoid forms, they exhibit a specific physical trait of their animalia, such as longer ears, tails, and wings.

Once ruled by the Dragon Tribe, a majority of the Laguz now fall under two different classifications; the Beast Tribe, and the Bird Tribe. Like the Beorc, they may be found in all pockets of the world, but prefer to congregate with their respective animalia in dense pockets. They mostly refrain from occupying the settlements of Beorc, often sharing the same views of discrimination against them as the Beorc do for the Laguz.

It is a great dishonor for the Laguz to bear arms outside of their transformed state. Rather, they fight in their animalia states, proudly wielding the strength of their tribe into combat instead of conventional arms.

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W O R L D

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Aralea

Anarcas

1. Blackwater
2. Floransvale
3. Chester's Retreat
4. Kah Anarcas
5. Fort Argus
6. Vezir
7. Frostfang
8. Aslopathe

To the extreme north of the Aralean mainland, the arid winds and frozen shores of Anarcas are uninviting for the usual outsider. With nigh year-round snowfall and perpetual wintry weather, it is often regarded as unsuitable conditions to live in, but as the people of Anarcas have endured this climate for centuries, it has become one with their identity. When one born within the nation turns fifteen years of age,
or when an outsider wishes to enter the country, they are required to take the Oath of Anarcans.

As the soil is frostbitten, there is very little benefit for agricultural means of sustenance during the coldest months. Fishing is a major portion of the nation's economy, although many also sell their swords for mercenary work; shipbuilding is also a notable service. Military conscription at the age of fifteen is mandatory for all individuals barring disabilities, with a minimum of two years service as the law states. Those who make a career out of the military are given lifelong benefits for themselves and their families, including governmental support in the form of housing, supplies, and other amenities.

Knighthood is uncommon in Anarcas; most prefer to enlist in the Anarcan Central Army, which maintains the largest active and reserve military force through its conscription requirement. As magic is almost entirely outlawed, only the healing magics are allowed to be practiced, and those who do are either forced into military service or rounded up and kept under close surveillance. To add on to their military strength, Anarcas once possessed the largest fleet in all of the world until the War of the New Leaf. The Anarcan Navy remains a force to be reckoned with, however, due to their large manpower to build ships in short times.

The Mucro Atrox are a mercenary company that acts under the jurisdiction and command of the Anarcan government. However, they are quite unlike any average mercenary company; in their highest ranks, and only for the highest contracts, it is a ring of assassins who employ malicious, inhumane methods to eliminate their targets.

Until Year 493, Kah Anarcas was the capital of the nation, but due to its closer proximity towards Estala and lack of access to the sea, it was moved to Blackwater. Floransvale, named after the Floran Regent bloodline, is a castle-port city by the shore that one must pass through before being allowed to reach the capital.

During the War of the New Leaf, thinking that Estala would attack the castle-city in a single push for Blackwater, stationed most of its remaining manpower at Floransvale; in reality, Estala had sent a decoy force to Floransvale to keep them at bay, and instead, sent its forces to capture Vezir and Fort Argus.

Chester's Retreat, while connected to a smaller city nearby, is a military outpost beside the border of the Anarcan wastelands. As part of the military curriculum, soldiers and their officers venture into the wastelands for several months to brave the harsh conditions, while also undergoing training.

Frostfang and Aslopath are the farthest settlements from the capital, resulting in smaller population and self-reliance. The commerce of mercenary work is often situated in these two cities. Besides the capital, the presence of the Mucro Atrox is also larger in these locations.

Their ruler possesses the title, 'Regent of Anarcas' — as of now, there is no known heir, as the last of the Floran bloodline ended with the War of the New Leaf. Currently ruled by the Anarcan Council, there are rumors that a child of the Floran family survived the war.

Estala

1. Greymont
2. Fort Rigane
3. Port Sesta
4. Melior
5. Norathe
6. Kholat
7. Vancing Point
8. Fort Wire
9. Khaeham
10. Porostown
11. Erigrad
12. Narshe
13. Masada
14. The Boot

The largest nation of the Aralean mainland, the climates of Estala vary on geographical location. For the most part, the nation experiences warm summers and cool winters, with snowfall only occurring towards the northern side. Priding itself as the most diverse country in the world, drawing in all kinds of cultures and people, there has been a controversial decree that allows Laguz to live in the capital without discrimination.

With this diversity, Estala boasts a strong economy without a focus on any particular trade, as there are already so much opportunity. The people are allowed to freely practice magic of all kinds, where some cities have institutions dedicated to the study of the Gift. Knighthood is mostly unheard of in Estala; small in number, they primarily migrated from the outside world, but with the recent military formation, knights have begun to grow in number as more begin to enter squireship.

It does go without saying that Estala does have a conventional military force. The Estalan Royal Army draws many volunteers annually, and the newly-formed Estalan Royal Knights made their presence known during the War of the New Leaf. The Estalan Royal Navy, while not as large or strong as other nations, had also come into prominence during the wartime, where it found several victories against the Anarcan Navy. However, the most famed of the military divisions is the Estalan Magi Corps, the first and only one of its kind dating back to the Scarlet Chapter; only those with the greatest potency and expertise in the Gift are ever in consideration for their ranks.

Greymont is famed for its beautiful landscape and bustling city, with the Walk of the Magi drawing many towards the alluring capital. It is one of the cities that possesses an Institute of Magi, alongside Melior, Porostown, and Narshe. Port Sesta is among the oldest harbor cities in the world, operating as a center of trade for the Archipelago. Fort Rigane is a fortification that had been manned since the days of yore; once the last bastion of resistance against the Anarcan invasion, its ruins now serve as a point of tourism and memory of Estala's triumph.

Erigrad was the first settlement of the Beorc during the Days of Dragons. While the border is not as enforced due to Estala's openness towards outsiders, the castle-city of Masada once kept the Ibionese from entering, now serving as point of meeting between the noble parties. The Boot is an unofficial nickname for the trade encampment overlooking the river feeding into the Thanatos Sea.

All leaders of the Estali bloodline have been peerless magi, second to none in their way with the Gift. While many have claimed different variations of the sage moniker over time, 'Archsage' is the official title that they possess. Currently, Erigan Estali IV is the Archsage of Estala, with his son, Eli Estali, as the crown prince.

Ibion

1. Ayrith
2. Jakrin
3. Sanada Wharf
4. Assegai
5. Voloss
6. Cirno

Ibion was purchased by Lady Assegai of Narshe in Year 552, making it the youngest nation in the world. With sultry weather expanding across the vast plains, several nomadic tribes have resided within this grassy sea for centuries. Outside of the established settlements, the Laguz freely roam the lands, coexisting with other animalia or integrated with the nomads themselves. With game regularly in season, hunting is an important part of the commerce, with many materials in high demand all around the world.

Generally a peaceful country, the state of Ibion is closely attached to Estala, as the two have held good relations since the purchase. While there is enough military presence to police the towns and cities of Ibion, the scattered pockets of mountains host a number of bandit groups who regularly raid the landscape. Although, this danger has also worsened with the rise of piracy along their shores.

Dozens of nomadic clans ride along the Ibion Expanse, with their territories left alone and respected by the government. The two largest clans, the Shu and the Aldan, live opposite to one another on the expanse; they have been fought one another for centuries, but in recent times, the threat of a clan war continues to boil.

Ibion is currently ruled by Lady Assegai of Narshe, the original purchaser of the territories.

Norarus

Cesadas

1. Myre
2. Kunta
3. Durand Keep
4. Port Sylvanus
5. Baidu
6. Rokhan

The Confederation of Cesadas has been the heart of the world's economic stability for as long as any could remember. Besides Estala and the Archipelago, the lands are rife with tourism, primarily during the hot summers where one may enjoy the beautiful waters around Baidu and Rokhan. As the sole civilized settlement on Norarus, it is unfortunately the center of the Laguz slave trade, due to its close proximity to Mirivia. During the War of the New Leaf, the Cilan Quay was annexed by Cesadas, who now occupy the island as the Sadan Quay.

In part of its bustling wealth, sellswords and shady characters swell the market and cities. The Sadan Sabers, renowned for their distinction of unorthodox strategy and style in combat, host a large, well-equipped cavalry in their ranks, outnumbering their infantry with four to one. However, while their cavalry are terrors on an open battlefield through their fearsome charges, their foot soldiers are nothing to scoff at. The Sadan Fleet often employ similar tactics, boasting the largest ships equipped with rams. It is not an uncommon sight for mercenaries to join the ranks of the Sabers.

While many people visit Myre to barter their wares and seek out opportunities, only the wealthiest individuals and their subjects are able to reside in the walls of the capital. This trade circulates northward to Kunta and Port Sylvanus, where transportation of these goods occur across the Thanatian Sea; the hilly, mountainous terrain inland do not favor trading. Durand Keep, originally situated as the city of Durandal, was once a seat of power for the dragon race, and the first to be overthrown by Cilla the Untamed.

Along the southern border of Cesadas, a wall dubbed the Shield was erected to keep undesirables from Mirivia from entering the country. There are more mercenaries manning the wall than actual military, often leading to several smuggling operations for the Laguz slave trade. From left to right, they are called the First Shield and beyond.

Sasin T'haar, the wealthy Chancellor of Cesadas, rules from the confines of his decorated throne. He is an aggressive authoritarian, rumored to 'hear every word from every corner of the world' and pursue his interests vehemently, even when he is not directly involved. The Chancellor will only interfere when any of his assets are threatened, or if there is a profit for himself.

Mirivia

Discovered to be the oldest nation in the world, not much else is known about Mirivia, as most refuse to venture into the Laguz-prominent lands. In addition to this, almost all of the country is said to be covered in many, many miles of sand dunes, which is very unsuitable for travel when the year-round arid weather is factored. This also complicates the matter of locating the only known settlement, The Shire.

Besides the stretching deserts, scorching temperatures, the large presence of Laguz, and the existence of one settlement, not much else is known about Mirivia.

The Archipelago

This ring of islands were formed shortly after the Scarlet Chapter, when Erigan the Dragonseer drew the Gift from a violent storm caused from the imbalance in the atmosphere. Formerly a single landmass called the Court of Scales, otherwise known as the dragon race's seat of power, the earth shattered with the First Dragon's defeat, separating into the four islands that make up the Archipelago today. They draw in large amounts of tourism, as well as being a center of transportation and trade between the two continents.

The first island, Moros Harbor, also happens to be the smallest of the four; with no noble liege to give structure to the island, it is a quiet settlement operated by its own people.

Norathe is the second island, and as it is the largest by size, it does have a government to situate its lands. Much of its area was once the mountainous portion of the former Court of Scales.

The heart of the Archipelago lies on the third island, where the Island—Kingdom of Rozel rules as the primary power. Chivalry claims its roots on this island, where many knights embark with the Rozelian sigil. Their ruler, King Freud Moro, leads the Archipelago in its alliance against the pirate factions.

Annexed by Cesadas during the War of the New Leaf, the Sadan Quay remains an ideal location for travelers and traders alike. It was formerly known as the Cilan Quay before its current occupation by Cesadas.

The Archipelago is currently in a state of war against the pirate factions, allied under the leadership of the Rozelian Kingdom.

Seeker's Bay

Formerly an uninhabited island, it has since been claimed by pirates from several factions. It is the hub of piracy, where they have created their own base of operations. There is a large port on the northern coast where the pirates gather and gamble. Only certain people, such as traders, are allowed there; the Swindler's Market lies within the center of Seeker's Bay.

M'raan Isles

An uninhabited island that is surrounded by dangerous rock and water formations, such as typhoons and storms. The landscape is barren, and the horizon is dreary, leading to an overall unpleasant and demonic atmosphere. There are many who have attempted to sail to the strange landmark, though none have lived and returned to tell the tale.

Rules

— All RPG rules apply.

— My word is absolute law. If I tell you to change something, it must be changed, no exceptions.

— Posts are required to be at least three paragraphs long.

— Romance is allowed, but keep things on a fade-to-black level.

— Each participant is required to have at least two characters at once, with a limit of four characters.

Class List

Key: Bold means Armored class, Underlined means Horseback class, Italicized means Flying class

Lord (varies) ⇨ Great Lord (varies)

Myrmidon (Sword) ⇨ Swordmaster (Sword)

Fighter (Axe) ⇨ Warrior (Axe / Bow) or Hero (Axe / Sword)

Mercenary (Sword) ⇨ Hero (Sword / Axe) or Ranger (Sword / Bow)

Soldier (Lance) ⇨ Halberdier (Lance)

Lieutenant (Lance) ⇨ General (Lance / Axe / Sword) or Great Knight (Lance / Axe / Sword)

Archer (Bow) ⇨ Sniper (Bow) or Ranger (Bow / Sword)

Thief (Daggers / Knives) ⇨ Rogue (Daggers / Knives) or Assassin (Daggers / Knives)

Pirate (Axe) ⇨ Berserker (Axe) or Corsair (Axe / Sword)

Nomad (Bow) ⇨ Nomadic Trooper (Bow / Sword)

Sword Knight (Sword) ⇨ Sword Paladin (Sword / Axe)

Lance Knight (Lance) ⇨ Lance Paladin (Lance / Bow)

Axe Knight (Axe) ⇨ Axe Paladin (Axe / Sword)

Bow Knight (Bow) ⇨ Bow Paladin (Bow / Lance)

Fire Mage (Fire Magic) ⇨ Fire Sage (Anima Magic / Staves)

Thunder Mage (Thunder Magic) ⇨ Thunder Sage (Anima Magic / Staves)

Wind Mage (Wind Magic) ⇨ Wind Sage (Anima Magic / Staves)

Monk (Light Magic) ⇨ Bishop (Light Magic / Staves)

Priest / Cleric (Staves) ⇨ Bishop (Light Magic / Staves)

Troubadour (Staves) ⇨ Valkyrie (Light Magic / Staves)

Shaman (Dark Magic) ⇨ Druid (Dark Magic / Staves)

Pegasus Knight (Lance) ⇨ Falcon Knight (Lance / Sword)

Wyvern Rider (Lance) ⇨ Wyvern Lord (Lance / Axe) or Griffon Rider (Axe)

Bard / Dancer (Support)

Character Sheet

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Name: (name of the character)
Title(s): (if nobility)
Age: (age of the character)
Class: (refer to the class list; custom classes may be allowed, but they must be within reason and be approved by the GMs)
Race: (race of the character; if they are a Laguz, include the animal that they are)
Birthplace: (where they are born)
Appearance Description: (optional)
Personality: (their character traits)
Biography: (the character's backstory)
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Attack on Titan: Somnium

Reese Kestrel

_{Trost District — Atop of Wall Rose}

@Ambra @LordVoldemort @Poi @Jinxer @wolverbells @LetMeDoStuff @FrostedCaramel @SheriffLlama

Reese Kestrel had to make sure that nothing would magically fly out of Gabriel's arms and down the wall as they checked inventory.

The years of training had been gracious to the youth; it was surreal enough to reminisce as his eyes refrained from staring off into the titan-spotted horizon. All while Reese may have kept his boyish looks, it was no question that the young man had changed dramatically, no longer a host of the twig-like body his younger self possessed. Squatting beside one of the many cannons stationed along the wall, it seemed as if he was among the few, if the only one, who had been actually doing their job.

"C'mon, guys! What if they make us trainees again?" Reese quickly dropped the tense chords in his voice as he stood, his expression warming as he watched the rest of his friends laze around in earnest. With a defeated sigh, he tossed the cloth aside, walking over to participate in their sloth. Their sudden assignment to the maintenance of Wall Rose had come suddenly, and with their recent graduation, they had done more than enough work to reach this point already.

Watching as Tanner led Gabriel a brief distance away, there were moments in time where Reese would accidentally address the former incorrectly from previous association. Even though it had been generally agreeable that he was a knowledgeable person, it had actually taken a longer time for Reese to learn the truth about Tanner. To say the least, his reaction was a memorable one.

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There was an unusual calmness to the daylight, even with the presence of titans in closer proximity. Reese looked to his sides where the Gear occupied his waist, the sheen of the blade's base glimmering. Bringing his arms over his head and drawing a long breath, only for a flash to blind his eyesight. Yet, it wasn't any ordinary light. He remembered it long and well, it had been the source of nightmares that echoed of an inescapable memory.

"No.."

The world around Reese seemed to freeze for the moment as the face of the Colossal Titan eclipsed the sun, its deadpan eyes looking down upon its enemies. A scream began to build up in his throat just as the very slight motion of its hand changed the current of the wind. We need to-

The thought was replaced by many receptors of pain as a plume of hot steam emitted from its body, scorching Reese's arm as it came up to shield his face and knocking him off of his feet to the district below. It took a moment to register the situation before his senses recovered from the ambush, his fingers fighting through the burns and streghtening around the hand grips, pulling the triggers. The hooks launched upward, securing their marks as he set his soles against the wall.

Still dazed, Reese calmed his breathing and balanced himself, seeing debris begin to tumble from the top of the wall and onto their location. His eyes scanned around, only refocusing when he was sure that everyone was fine. "Not this, again.." he cursed to himself, his ears catching word from Gabriel to fall back. Knowing the intention of the Colossal Titan from previous experiences, there must have been a way to stop it from trying to breach the wall. Were they really going to run away and allow it to happen?

"There's no way," Reese shook his head upon failing to come up with a method of approach, forcing himself from the wall and keeping up with Gabriel as a block of debris narrowly missed his being. It took additional effort to secure a safer landing for himself, and when he did, his left hand immediately came up to grasp his shoulder, which had been scalded from the steam.

Looking between Gabriel and Lauren, Reese nodded in agreement, pointing towards the fortress at the center of Trost. "There," he said. "That's where we have to go."

Farrow's Gift

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Attack on Titan: Somnium

Reese Kestrel

_{Outside of the Forest of Giant Trees}

@Jinxer

Through the efforts of the medical troop, Reese had been on a stellar pace of recovery despite the gravity of his injuries; though, the window to a full vitality was still a ways off. At the very least, the boy could withstand the remainder of the pain from his left leg through splints and sheer willpower. The several bandages along his body had come off long ago, and in the place of those cuts and bruises, a handful of scars would serve as a reminder for what he had done that day.

Except, it was still a mystery to Reese as to what he had actually done, that day. Falling in and out of consciousness throughout the first week had not served to return those memories, but from the words of the ones who had tended to his wounds, the boy had been a savior to some cadets. Whether he had rescued those from his own company or those from the other squadrons, Reese had been elated to learn that his friends were still alive and in a far better condition than himself.

When it was announced that the 104th Training Corps would commence training with the Maneuver Gear, Reese had argued with his caretakers about his state, and that he remained unfit to participate due to his injury. "You still need at least another week for it to heal up," one of the soldiers had told him. "God forbid you re-injure yourself, or even worse; run out of gas."

After countless moments of feuding, it was inevitable to discover that they were unable to suppress the staunch behavior from the boy, and Reese Kestrel was cleared for the training session, albeit under several conditions. Even though there was not a single murmur of pain from his left leg on its own, he would need to refrain from putting any sort of pressure on the limb, which had been the only time where the boy showed any signs of discomfort. He was required to wear a plaster cast around his left knee., and he would need to take the entire session at a slower pace.

"No problem," Reese had told them, an uneasiness flooring through his stomach. It was the trainees' first training session with the Maneuver Gear, and while it was not to be their last, the boy was going into the program under several handicaps. While he had been certain that his knowledge of the gear and the proper technique would be more than enough to carry him through the training, it was obvious that the actual performance and execution would be far different. It was mandatory for him to travel slower, but at the same time, he was given the same half-capacity canisters that the others were issued. Well, I'll figure it out.

At the very least, Reese was able to move without an entirely noticeable limp, and the cast meshed well underneath of his uniform pants and boots. After spending a week of dependency on crutches, it was slightly awkward to be on his own feet without support, but he would have to make do with the eventual adjustment. By the time that the boy stumbled out of the infirmary, some of the trainees had already left for the Forest of Giant Trees sprawling beside their camp. The warmer sun was a more-than-pleasant change from the sheer cold that had been the northern lands, and as his stomach grumbled violently with hunger, spotting Lauren at the cafeteria made him wonder if some of the others had not left yet.

"Hi, Lauren," Reese gave a casual approach as he always had with others, remaining careful with each step he placed before the other. "I'm alive, sort of."

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

Maize Bensen

@LordVoldemort @Aquanthe @Ambra @Zeroth @Mercurial @Redneckatron @Lord Orgasmo @Kazemitsu @Tala Avana @Tenma Tendo @Mistiel

In due time, the outskirts of the capital city began to fade into the landscape of thick forests, and the Estalan retinue rode along the familiar, beaten path northward. Autumn had swept the country in earnest, a sultry wind carrying the feet of their mounts as they trampled the faces of fallen leaves. While Rhea flew above her wyvern in separation from the rest of the convoy, she had already been entrusted with the information by the king, and her red-haired companion would learn from her own accord. Riding at the top of the formation flanked by his two accompanying subordinates, they kept to the center of the caravan where a supply wagon was stationed, housing their travel provisions.

While Maize was certain that their mission to the Island Kingdom of Rozel would be one without conflict, it was of a fundamental practice to carry weapons when traveling beyond the boundaries of safety at any point. Even in their own borders, they were still required to maintain a watchful eye for the potential of ambush from highwaymen. Seeing as they were now a ways from the higher echelon of society, and only the ears of the party were present, it was the opportune moment to brief the members.

"Sorry for the rush; I know how important breakfast is for you lot," Maize kept his eyes trained forward as he chuckled, speaking just loud enough for those following behind to hear. "As you can probably tell, we are riding up the northern bit of the Kingsroad towards Port Sesta."

There would be several changes of environment throughout their travel, and they would see the dense woodlands once more when they would come closer towards the coast. "With enough momentum, we may even reach the port before we're expected, but four days is a realistic time frame." Maize continued. There'll be many towns and villages we pass through on the Kingsroad, but to stay on track, we'll only be stopping thrice before the port."

With the sensitivity and nature of their mission, it was imperative that they arrived in time of the archipelago's conference in Rozel. "First up is Bolsan, one of those quaint villages among many for a good night's rest. I'd say we'll step foot in Bolsan within five or six hours, give or take how tired our horses get."

"After that would be Banidrek; unfortunately, Banidrek is shadowed by the history that is the famous Fort Rigane, located right next to the town," Maize remembered the paragon of peerless military might that had been Fort Rigane, having heard of all the legends associated with the landmark. Named after King Erigan the First, it was said that the foundation of the mighty fortress had been constructed and tempered with the flames of dragons tamed under the magic of the Dracomage. "But as you all may know, Fort Rigane was mostly destroyed during the War of the New Leaf. I remember it well."

Preventing himself from going off-topic, Maize figured that if there was piqued curiosity about their stops, the group would express those interests at a later time. The knight cast a look beside him, watching Ren as his squire continued to ride on in complete quiet. Camellia had promised that Renvall Protego was far from the ordinary individual, though he was yet to see the boy display anything but a general lackluster attitude. Perhaps, their points of respite would lead the boy to open up to the others; Ren would be fighting alongside them when the time would come, and if the boy did not even know a single name besides his own, how could Maize place his trust in the squire's abilities?

"Had it not been for a recent raid from the pirate factions, our original destination would have been Vincero Harbor," Maize drew a sigh. "But with the damage sustained from that attack, it'll only serve as our last location of rest before setting out."

"Finally, that leaves Port Sesta as our destination. Other than Banidrek, I would expect Port Sesta to be densely crowded. It's a primary hub of commerce and travel, after all. We've a ship already prepared for our departure under orders of the Crown," the knight explained, drawing the notion from his previous experience. "If there are any questions, go ahead and ask 'em anytime. We'll have plenty of opportunities to sit and talk, so don't be shy."

Attack on Titan: Somnium

begone thot

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Reese Kestrel

_{Mountainous Training Area — Base Camp}

An awakening riddled with excruciating pain was the only proof of the existence that Reese still occupied. There was a weight heavier than the trample of a titan upon his body, his limbs protesting with each and every attempted motion. Only the boy's left eyelid raised upon command, struggling to see through the blurriness of his vision as he could make out the bearings of a tent. It was a battle in itself to adjust the position of his head in the slightest, and the episodes of vertigo were certainly not helping. Gritting his teeth, the boy strained his neck in order to raise his head to further scan his surroundings, his body beginning to shake from the asserted pressure.

"Stay down," a shadow urged from outside of his view, hastily approaching from the right and setting Reese's head back against the cushion. The boy only produced a low croak in response, the discomfort overwhelming for him. "Don't try to move or speak much, you'll worsen those injuries."

Reese thought hard about the events that had occurred, but not a single memory would come to him. He had no recollection of the events beyond spotting the avalanche on the mountain, and firing the red flare to signal its danger. His left eye surveyed the bandages tightly wrapped around a portion of his body, noting the pile of older ones stained with dried blood. "We're at base camp. You got caught up right in that avalanche; it was a huge mess, but at least your squad pulled through."

Hearing that the others had survived the ordeal relieved the boy, lightly nodding as Reese's vision was clearing up only slightly. "We bandaged those ordinary wounds of yours up. You've got a concussion, but so far, the glaring problem is that dislocated knee of yours."

Cursing in his mind, Reese felt a sharp pain as he took a deep breath, mustering enough strength to speak. "Time," the boy could only make out.

"Month, maybe a month and a half. You'll need a crutch for the time being," the medic answered, placing a hand on Reese's arm. "It hasn't been too long since you've got here; I have to check for any other potentially worse injuries, rest up for the time being."

Fire Emblem: Weight of the World

May or may not have a post later. Today's my twentieth birthday.
Yikes I'm in that age decade now