Jack Crow: Rouge Tactician
By FutureCam
A/N: Yes, my first FE fic! FE7 was always my favourite game, and Lyn/Tactician is a (Slightly) Canon pairing with so much freedom!
This fic'll be slightly AU. It'll follow the plot of the game, but the Tactician is part of a group of Freedom Fighters called the Blackwings. And, yes, there will be Yu-gi-oh references in their names...
I'll shut up now, this prologue will explain the main plot.
Prologue: The Crow of Freedom
From the diary of Sirocco 'The Dawn' of the Lorca. Second in command of the Blackwing freedom fighters.
First entry:
I am in the Laus canton of Lycia as I write this.
Twenty years ago, Marquess Laus came to rule here.
Since then, bandits and pirates have plagued this land.
I remember the day I left the Lorca, my beloved tribe behind. Even my treasured niece, Lyn. I regret that choice, but I felt like I could help more elsewhere. And so, I went to Laus and joined the militia.
Hah. What a wrong choice.
So many years of inaction later, I was approached by a man who couldn't be more than Lyn's current age. I remember the day I met the man who changed my life.
The day I met Jack Crow.
His red eyes, his pale skin, slim frame, twin scimitars, and that long, messy black hair. That sharp face, and the cold and constantly angry look in his eyes.
He asked my to join his group of vigilantes. He too was tired of Marquess Laus' innaction against the threat.
I joined without hesitation. He dubbed me Sirocco 'The Dawn'.
The other founding members were all such strange individuals.
Mistral, 'the silver shield', was a knight clad in gleaming silver armor. His face concealed constantly by a silver mask. Quiet, wise and a fearsome warrior.
Fane, 'the steel chain', was the man whose trust and bond with his friends was as strong as steel. A finer shot has never been seen by my eyes.
Vayu, 'the emblem of honor', was the finest cavalier I've ever seen. Honorable, trustworthy, his word is stronger than diamond. Skilled with lance and sword, he was a fearsome foe.
Shura, 'the blue flame', was a mage of incredible power. His spells, for some reason, were all colored blue. He claims that he has 'altered' the usual spells for more power.
Then there was myself. A aging man with white hair, but still as strong as an ox. My ax has been described by Fane as 'the wrath of the gods themselves'.
And that brings me back to Crow. We called him 'The Crow of Freedom'. He was stealthy, skilled, and deadly. Perhaps his deadliest asset, however, was his incredible tactical mind. So many missions we went through, him using his strange gift of telepathy to tell us where and when to strike. We never lost a single man.
We dubbed ourselves the Blackwings. We had the image of black wings seared into our back by Shura's magic. We swore to protect Lycia from all who would dare attack it.
Twentieth entry:
Two new members. Two new fighters for Crow to command in our own personal war.
Gale, 'the whirlwind', is a swordsman of indescribable skill and speed. His jovial, cheerful and relaxed attitude was just what the troup needed. The 'hunting ground', as our base has been called, is suddenly a much less grim of a place.
Kalut, 'the moon shadow', is a thief and a rouge with the same personality as Gale. His skill with knives is, however, impressive to say the least. Our main problem with him is his obsession with getting our money by either gambling or stealing from us to 'keep his hand in'. Crow actually finds this quite amusing.
Twenty-fifth entry:
At long last, we have a healer! He calls himself Blizzard. Crow has dubbed him 'the Far north'. I must admit, the man is icy. His brother, Elphin, is a powerful user of black magic who has been called 'The Raven'. With their aid, he may
Fortieth entry:
I am crying as I write this. The Taliver, a group of bandit's we haven't dealt with yet, have killed all but one of the Lorca.
I am almost alone.
The one survivor is a young woman living alone there now. I pray that it's Lyn, my niece. The description matches her for certain. Crow has taken Kalut and Fane to investigate. He swore to lead us against the Taliver after he returns. My heart hungers for battle.
Fiftieth entry:
Kalut and Fane have stumbled back alone. Crow was lost in Sacae. Our hearts greive, but our mission must continue. We have been exiled from Laus, and seek refuge in the mountains near Caelin's capital.
My heart hopes that Crow is alive, and that he will somehow return to us.
Nay, my heart knows that the 'Crow of Freedom' is alive and shall come back.
And something tells me, he will be stronger than ever before...
A/N: So, what do you think? I've got quite good ideas for where this shall go as well.
Please review, anonymous reviews are accepted.
Here's a preview of the next chapter:
"Where am I?" Crow asked, blinking. He attempted to sit up, but felt a sharp pain through his side and collapsed.
"Don't sit up, you've been cut along the side." The young woman said. "Stay there, I'll get a vulenary."
"I hate to repeat myself, but where am I?" Crow asked, watching as the woman got the potion and poured it onto a cloth.
"Sacae" She said "To be specific, the current home of the Lorca tribe."
Oh gods. The survivor. I've found her. Crow thought in astonishment.
"Were any others with me?" He asked.
"No, you were alone." the girl said, shaking her head. "Was there?"
"Yes, but, if I know Fane and Kalut, their probably alive and in a pub somewhere." I said with a chuckle "Then they'll probably get an army and come look for me."
She laughed. It was a mystical enchanting sound.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I got you're name" Crow said "I'm Jack Crow."
"Lyn of the Lorca" She said, shaking his outstrectched hand. Jack froze for a second inside.
Sweet father sky...I've found Sirocco's niece! Crow realised in astonishment.
Yeah, I won't be following the game's cheesy script.
