Loki:Okay so... I've done a lot of revisions, so I'm not so much of a Mary Sue...
Ephidel: Like that will ever happen...
Loki: Anyhoo, there have been some plot changes... Okay, MAJOR plot changes, but it makes me look like I'm not such a Mary Sue as I really am... (Sob-eth Sob-eth) So this chapter is dedicated to Uber Denning, Beyond Denning. You may not know me Denning, but you've inspired me so much... Thank you Uber Denning, you and Denna are the best snipers ever...
Ephidel: (Waves little flag with a chibi Denning on it) Yay...
Story start
Legault's mind was attuned to his surroundings. He slid silently through the spaces between the tents. The tents were of different colors and easily identifiable for him even in this black night. Lyn and Kent shared a tent, for they were deemed lovers. The texture and pattern of the cloth showed that it was that of a Sacaen noblewoman. That was the thing with these tents; they were hand picked by their owners to be somewhat comfortable. This was one of the reasons Merlinus was actually useful (Deny it as some of the mercenaries might)
Legault shook his head, trying to clear his mind. That's what Hector would say, 'Thieves never missed a detail.' But right now he had to concentrate, it was two in the morning and Hawkeye was on guard. He didn't get Hawkeye. When he wasn't fighting he'd sleep like a rock... Otherwise, he'd fight for hours on end. Legault finally found the tent he was looking for. It was purple with gold stitches; it was rather coarse to the touch. He noticed a while ago that their skittish female tactician, Sakiami, had an eye for purple.
He entered the tent tentatively, trying not to step on anything that would crunch, as he (to his dismay) had done before. He spotted the sleeping tactician and carefully sat down. The tactician's (or tacky as she was called) history was an odd one. At first (or as he was told, for he wasn't 'with the party' at that time) there were only bandits to fight. Those fools were easy pickings even for the band of helter-skelter mercenaries. But later they were up against Black fang assassins, and anyone without real experience would find themselves at the end of a sword. This is where the tactician came in. Thanks to her guidance (Meek as she was in on a battlefield) champions soon emerged, seemingly, out of no where. Who would have thought Canas, Guy, or even Priscilla would have made decent fighters?
Legault snooped around; their Tactician had been acting strangely lately... He wanted to dig something up on the leader they knew little to nothing about. He saw some books lying next to her. He carefully stepped closer and picked up on of the books by its corner. "Magical Beasts and Where to find them" was inscribed with gold letters on the front cover. He felt his brow incline in puzzlement. There were some pieces of parchment sticking out of the thin pages. He silently flipped the pages to where some parchment written on. It was apparently in alphabetical order; he was at the f's. There was a sketch of what looked like a wolf... except it had horns above its temples. He looked down and read the creature's description.
"Name, Fenril. Size, 8-12 feet in length. These feared wolf demons are lightning quick and very dangerous... They can shoot a ball of light from a distance... or attack with their razor sharp fangs... Both carry the threat of paralysis... Said to be even capable of killing a god..."
Legault froze. He heard footsteps outside the tent. He breathed a sigh.
Time to go, he thought. He waited, poised, for the footsteps to fade. He took a step forward, and felt a shooting pain in his foot. "Ack..." His voice got caught in his throat. Standing on one foot, he lifted up the other, and pulled out a rectangular object that was logged in his foot. He tossed the object to the ground. As it landed, he heard a noise similar to that of an old sword breaking. With only getting out in mind, he scrambled, stealthily, out of the tent. He was taking care not to put pressure on his punctured foot, when he tripped and fell, gracefully, flat on his face.
"And just what, are you doing?" a voice asked flatly.
Legault looked up to come to face to face with two glowing golden eyes.
"I believe, Ephidel, that would be my line." Legault eyed the blank-faced morph.
Ephidel had met up with the group soon after they left Ostia. He came without magic tomes or knives or practically anything. He had told them he wanted to fight for them. Of course just about everyone was against it. Except for tacky, she wanted to give him a chance. She struck off a very odd line.
"Evil may have created him, evil may have left its mark on him, but evil does not rule him. He came to us unarmed, because his master betrayed him. He wishes to amend for his sins."
That little line swayed many a mind, but of course the lordlings were not moved. Ephidel was not allowed to hold guard duty, not allowed to participate in practice fights, and not allowed to attend strategy meetings. The only tomes he was given were for defense purposes only.
"So what are you doing out here by yourself, on this er... lovely night?" Legault inclined.
Ephidel continued to stare at Legault blankly. "Well... I'm not alone right now, am I? I'm here because Sakiami appears to be the leader of the group. After all she's the only one who is able to call Farina spoiled, and tell Dart to take an actual suicide mission without getting hurt." He shrugged.
Legault couldn't help but grin.
"You don't miss a thing do you?"
Ephidel shrugged once more.
"I have nothing better to do then to watch your little couplings. I can't fight; otherwise they accuse me of stealing their precious battle experience. A mere fire magic tome won't do me any good against the ever strengthening enemies anyways."
Legault scuffled to his feet. "Well I'd love to stay here and be your personal pity party, but... I actually need sleep." He turned his back to the morph.
"Well I'd advise you to leave now because Hawkeye patrols this area every five minutes or so, and he's due to be here soon."
"Thanks, oh, and by the way... if you continue to spy like this, I'd advise it that you cover your eyes. They're a dead giveaway."
Ephidel saw Legault leave to go to his tent. That thief... well... assassin now, was walking with a...limp... He sighed and closed his eyes. He could see in the dark well (a talent the lordlings neglect often) but it was a bit of a strain. As he reopened his eyes he spotted Jaffar sneaking off to someone else's tent.
Now, Ephidel thought, what could he be up to?
Chapter end
Loki: Yay! Things are working out perfectly! Now it's time for the... "Weird things you didn't know about Fire Emblem 7"
About Jaffar, have you noticed that emblem on his shoulder? I think it may be something similar to a 'Flor de lies'. 'Flor de lies' was an old French way of marking a murderer or a thief. I got this info from a classic piece of Literature. The book was 'The Three Musketeers". Anther special thing about that book was that one of the musketeers was called 'Athos'... Brimmond, Athos, and Roland... The three musketeers!
Loki: That's all folks!