Me: Guess what?
Samus: Mother Brain spontaneously combusted?
Kraid: You witnessed two metroids having s-
Me: Kills Kraid One, that's sick, two, I'm already hoping Kabutroid doesn't kill me for using Planet Zebeth to introduce my fics without you directly quoting it.
Samus: ...
Me: Anyway, this is my first fanfic. I know that the whole tactician's juornal thing has already been done a few times, so what?
Samus: You play Fire Emblem too much.
Me: Way to go, genius!
Samus: ka-click
Me: ohh crap...anyway, I don't own Fire Emblem, but anyone reading this that actually has a brain should already know that. So, here's the fic, in the meantime I'll be trying to avoid the missile-wielding psychopath runs
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Prologue: Lost in Sacae -
Day 1: Location: Northern Sacae Weather: Clear
I'm traveling because I'm a tactician and there's nothing to do as a tactician where I came from. Sure, Ilia has plenty of mercenaries but I'd rather not have to pay someone to plan good strategies. Besides, it's frikin cold there. So I'm heading to some place that I can be a tactician in a decent climate where I don't have to pay someone to offer my services or something.
I also have a really cool sword that I made myself. I'd probably make a ton of money off of it, but as long as it's the only one in existance I'd rather use it than sell it. So while I'm traveling I might as well gather the materials to make some more, just for the hell of it. I'm not sure why but I'm able to use all types of weapon and magic. I don't trust any weapons I didn't make myself, at least not after trying to attack someone with a killing edge I'd just gotten...only to realize that it only had one use left.
So I set out from Ilia with my sword, which is actually similar to a Wo Dao but is rather powerful while having the same critical rate (not to mention 50 uses), a Hammerne Staff just in case I end up using my sword alot, and a Thunder tome because it looks like I've smited anyone I attack with it. Whatever, that's not very important.
The climate sure does change quickly once you leave Ilia. I'm surprised Sacae is a grassland rather than a desert. It hasn't rained a single day that I've been here, it's extremely hot, and when it's nothing but plains as far as the eye can see, it's too easy to get lost. Way too easy. For all I know I've been walking in circles. In fact, I probably am. At least the leather armor I'm wearing isn't very heavy.
-Brian, the tactician
Day 2: Location: Sacae, lost Weather: Hot, dry, the usual
Guess what? I actually saw someone today. Some horseback archer guy, probably no one important. Besides, his horse looked like it had seen MUCH better days. No offense to the guy. He looked pretty lost too, but maybe all nomads look like that. I wanted to talk but he said he was in a hurry. I don't blame him, he was probably chasing some guy that was laughing at his people or something. I don't know.
On another note, isn't there some sort of river somewhere near here? I'm thirsty as hell.
-Brian, the tactician
Day 4: Location: some girl's house Weather: Still hot, still dry, what do you expect?
Oy...
Well, I passed out from dehydration, or something like that. Anyway, I have no idea how long I was unconscious, but when I came to I wasn't out in the sun anymore. I was in some sort of hut. Apparently some girl named Lyn had found me and cared for me while I was unconscious. I'm not really sure if I can trust her. There's no telling what she did while I was unconscious. She sure is hot though.
I was only awake for all of a minute, probably less than that, before Lyn decided she had to stop a couple of bandits from raiding some village. What fun. Well, it looks like I may get to do something as a tactician after all. There were only two of them, the leader of which has to have the stupidest name anyone could come up with. Even worse, if that was possible, was his nickname, "Batta the Beast" He REALLY needs to work on that.
Once that was over with Lyn asked if I would help her become stronger, or something like that. She also mentioned that her parents were slain by bandits. I don't have anything better to do. Besides, I may even get to do something with her before it's over. Who knows?
-Brian, the tactician
Samus: THERE YOU ARE!
Me: (oh crap) BOOZE, SAMUS!
Samus: Booze?
Me: Whew...well, there's chapter 1 for you, I know, it starts before the events of the game, but it has to be different from other tactician's journal fics somehow
Samus: Mother Brain spontaneously combusted?
Kraid: You witnessed two metroids having s-
Me: Kills Kraid One, that's sick, two, I'm already hoping Kabutroid doesn't kill me for using Planet Zebeth to introduce my fics without you directly quoting it.
Samus: ...
Me: Anyway, this is my first fanfic. I know that the whole tactician's juornal thing has already been done a few times, so what?
Samus: You play Fire Emblem too much.
Me: Way to go, genius!
Samus: ka-click
Me: ohh crap...anyway, I don't own Fire Emblem, but anyone reading this that actually has a brain should already know that. So, here's the fic, in the meantime I'll be trying to avoid the missile-wielding psychopath runs
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Prologue: Lost in Sacae -
Day 1: Location: Northern Sacae Weather: Clear
I'm traveling because I'm a tactician and there's nothing to do as a tactician where I came from. Sure, Ilia has plenty of mercenaries but I'd rather not have to pay someone to plan good strategies. Besides, it's frikin cold there. So I'm heading to some place that I can be a tactician in a decent climate where I don't have to pay someone to offer my services or something.
I also have a really cool sword that I made myself. I'd probably make a ton of money off of it, but as long as it's the only one in existance I'd rather use it than sell it. So while I'm traveling I might as well gather the materials to make some more, just for the hell of it. I'm not sure why but I'm able to use all types of weapon and magic. I don't trust any weapons I didn't make myself, at least not after trying to attack someone with a killing edge I'd just gotten...only to realize that it only had one use left.
So I set out from Ilia with my sword, which is actually similar to a Wo Dao but is rather powerful while having the same critical rate (not to mention 50 uses), a Hammerne Staff just in case I end up using my sword alot, and a Thunder tome because it looks like I've smited anyone I attack with it. Whatever, that's not very important.
The climate sure does change quickly once you leave Ilia. I'm surprised Sacae is a grassland rather than a desert. It hasn't rained a single day that I've been here, it's extremely hot, and when it's nothing but plains as far as the eye can see, it's too easy to get lost. Way too easy. For all I know I've been walking in circles. In fact, I probably am. At least the leather armor I'm wearing isn't very heavy.
-Brian, the tactician
Day 2: Location: Sacae, lost Weather: Hot, dry, the usual
Guess what? I actually saw someone today. Some horseback archer guy, probably no one important. Besides, his horse looked like it had seen MUCH better days. No offense to the guy. He looked pretty lost too, but maybe all nomads look like that. I wanted to talk but he said he was in a hurry. I don't blame him, he was probably chasing some guy that was laughing at his people or something. I don't know.
On another note, isn't there some sort of river somewhere near here? I'm thirsty as hell.
-Brian, the tactician
Day 4: Location: some girl's house Weather: Still hot, still dry, what do you expect?
Oy...
Well, I passed out from dehydration, or something like that. Anyway, I have no idea how long I was unconscious, but when I came to I wasn't out in the sun anymore. I was in some sort of hut. Apparently some girl named Lyn had found me and cared for me while I was unconscious. I'm not really sure if I can trust her. There's no telling what she did while I was unconscious. She sure is hot though.
I was only awake for all of a minute, probably less than that, before Lyn decided she had to stop a couple of bandits from raiding some village. What fun. Well, it looks like I may get to do something as a tactician after all. There were only two of them, the leader of which has to have the stupidest name anyone could come up with. Even worse, if that was possible, was his nickname, "Batta the Beast" He REALLY needs to work on that.
Once that was over with Lyn asked if I would help her become stronger, or something like that. She also mentioned that her parents were slain by bandits. I don't have anything better to do. Besides, I may even get to do something with her before it's over. Who knows?
-Brian, the tactician
Samus: THERE YOU ARE!
Me: (oh crap) BOOZE, SAMUS!
Samus: Booze?
Me: Whew...well, there's chapter 1 for you, I know, it starts before the events of the game, but it has to be different from other tactician's journal fics somehow