dark habit: His stat growths are a bit lopsided, I suppose. Do keep in mind though that he will need to promote once more to Trueblade to match up with the final stat caps of the normal Swordmasters...he's like a pre-promote that's not a pre-promote. My head hurts...
Cormag Ravenstaff: I have changed it up a bit to dark habits recommendation..his res growth is decent now.
By the way, I really need help as to the stats a lvl 10 Tellius Swordmaster should have as well. If anyone could tell me what it would be, it would help. I will also write most of the chapters in Firer's perspective, rather than a somewhat omniscient third person one. It might help me to develop his character more.
Also, I will play on how horrible my poor character's luck is. He knows how unlucky he is, and hates it with a vengeance.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem.
"Anyone who needs to be healed due to injuries, stay behind us as we march. Forward!" I proceeded to march up the stairs, along with the other 16 members in his party...when I felt blood rush to my head.
I groaned as I awoke to the sunset; the same sun that had existed for the entirety of the history of mankind.
Wait. Why was it...upside down? With my senses returning, I looked around to see that Frederick, Chrom, Amber, and Lissa were marching, while Frederick led his horse at the same time.
A horse that I was now currently tied upside down on. As Lissa walked up to me, she said in a tone that clearly mocked Chrom from earlier.
"There are better places to take a nap than on a horse, you know." Grumbling, I let her help in an attempt to get me upright again. I should have known better. When I was halfway up, she let go of my hand, dropping my body near the horse's rear, prompting it to gallop forward. She snickered as I groaned from the eventual headache I knew I would have, while Chrom and Amber laughed; Frederick was simply attempting to calm the horse down, with a mask of stoicism.
"You were all in on this, weren't you?"
"Sorry; you acted so similar to Frederick that I couldn't help but attempt to break that facade of yours."
As Frederick finished calming the horse and I was untied from the rear of the creature, landing in a undignified lump on the ground, with a bad headache and an irritating mood, I could only come to one conclusion. It was going to be a long night.
As Chrom announced that we would be setting up camp in the forest clearing up ahead, I immediately looked into the saddlebags of Frederick's horse (they have infinite storage, don't ask me how), for a tent, only to find sleeping bags.
"Chrom?"
"Yes, Firer?"
"How do you make a camp without tents?"
"Erm..."
It was at that moment that Lissa swallowed a bug. "Ech! Won goph in mah mouph! Blech! Ptooey!"
"Oh come on now, Lissa, hardship builds character,"said Chrom, barely suppressing a full on laugh, and settling with a chuckle. "Now, want to help me gather firewood?"
"No thank you! I'll settle on staying here; I've built QUITE enough character for one day!" As I laughed, she glared at me; if looks could kill, this one would burn me to the ground. I quickly sobered up. Reminds me of Mist...
"I'm starving, and we have nothing to eat currently,"said Amber, looking through her countless pockets for snacks, succeeding in finding only a single, poisonous berry, and dropping it on the ground.
"Yes, I believe a little hunting and gathering is in order. Now, Amber and I shall be clearing the campsite." "I will traverse the woods for something to eat,"I quickly piped up. "Good; now let's get to work!" At this, I quickly stepped into the undergrowth, looking for any bushes that had berries that we could eat; unfortunately, all I found were more poisonous berries. As I walked back to the camp, abandoning any hope of finding a decent meal, I suddenly heard a growl behind me. Turning around slowly, I found that there was a bear only a few feet away from me. Slowly backing away, I suddenly turned tail and ran straight for the camp; I hoped that when I killed it, I wouldn't have to lug it so far. However, I greatly misjudged the difficulty of crossing the terrain, and tripped over a tree root. Roaring with fury, the bear charged at me. Sighing, I quickly turned around, unsheathing Storm as I did so, and quickly decapitated it with one mighty swing of the constantly sharp blade. "Damn it. Man...my rotten luck..."I said as I started lugging the corpse back to camp.
As I approached the camp, sweating with exhaustion, I spotted the light of a fire. "Help.." I called out weakly, as I collapsed to the ground. "My stupid, rotten, Naga be damned.."I then proceeded to curse out my luck with every curse word I knew. Chrom chuckled at me as he picked me up; Frederick had picked the corpse up himself and lugged it the rest of the way to camp. "Never knew a noble could be such a foul-mouthed person. I think you'll get along fine with Sully." "Sully?"I questioned. "Sully is one of the people in our vigilante group, the Shepherds." "Shepherds? I'm pretty certain you don't tend sheep, considering the fact that you killed those bandits and carry weapons as well as armor...I don't even want to know how you came up with that name." As we walked back to the camp, Lissa was busy complaining about how eating bear was messing with the food chain, while Amber was busy chowing down the gamey meat as if there was no tomorrow. Surprisingly, although Frederick was busy slicing the meat with a random knife that he somehow carried on that armor of his, he stared at the meat that was cut, not eating any. As Chrom and I joined the circle, eating with a bit less gusto than Amber, I looked over to Frederick and Lissa. "Hey guys, no use letting good food go to waste!"
"I don't feel like eating meat that tastes and smells worse than old boots!"Lissa shouted, scaring off some birds in the surrounding area. My only reaction was to face-palm.
"And you, Frederick?"
"Me? I"m not hungry. I simply had a large, filling lunch. A rather large lunch..." Knowing a lie when I saw one, I decided give him a hard time about his apparent aversion to bear meat. "Really?"I said, raising an eyebrow at him. "If you people take longer than a day to march to wherever we're going, and if you didn't take anything to eat from those villagers, then you are lying. Besides...you don't seem like the type of person to eat a large amount of food you could have brought on your trek; you have far too much loyalty to Sir Chrom and Lady Lissa. That can only lead me to one conclusion." I smiled mischieveously at Frederick as I walked over to his spot at the campfire. "It seems," I said as I picked up his portion of bear meat off his plate, "that you hate bear meat."
I then proceeded to shove it in his face.
As he spluttered, I turned to Chrom, Lissa, and Amber; Chrom had a slightly shocked look, Amber was still eating(how has she gone through that many kabobs? There has to be at least ten on the ground)while Lissa was failing to suppress her hilarity, snorting as she laughed. "I'm so sorry, Chrom, I just tend to be somewhat sadistic at times..." As I sat back down besides the campfire, Frederick glared at me, and I swallowed. Maybe getting on his bad side wasn't such a good idea after all...
After we had all finished eating(even though Amber has somehow eaten about 50% of the bear by herself, I swear to Naga that she is the recreation of Illyana)as well as washed the grease off of our hands in a stream nearby, we all retired to our, "beds," which in reality, were FRIGGIN sleeping bags! Even though everybody else had gone to sleep, however, snoring(and I heard the occasional snort as well, and not just from Lissa), I stared at the sky, watching the stars. I couldn't sleep. I knew the recurring nightmare would return...of the fifth to last day I spent in Tellius. All those memories were tainted now. Tainted by that one person who had died...I shook my head to rid myself of those thoughts. She was gone, dead, and I was in a different world in the far future. It would be futile to even think about going back. I don't know how long I lied there until I heard the birds stop chirping; it was as if a deadly quiet had come over the forest, interrupted only by the sounds of the sleepers and the crackle of the fire. Chrom suddenly got up; apparently he was a light sleeper, and shook Lissa, waking her up. Within seconds, they were both on their feet.
"What's wrong, big brother?"
"I don't know, Lissa. Something seems amiss," Chrom replied. If that wasn't obvious enough already.
Interrupting their (midnight?) conversation, my voice dripping with sarcasm, I said, "Can't sleep? Nothing seems amiss enough to wake you up after all...aside from the fact that no birds are chirping; in actuality, there is no noise at all except us and the fire. Aside from that and the ominous gloom of the forest, no, nothing's wrong at all." Glaring at me, Chrom turned away, walking along a random path. "I'm taking a walk; I'll take a look around."
"Not without me, you won't!" said Lissa, walking alongside him.
Sighing, I slid out of my sleeping bag, my coat and weapons already on me, as I had slept with them, and followed, walking on Chrom's right while Lissa was on his left. When Chrom looked at me, confused as to why I was coming along, I replied, "Frederick would kill me if anything happened to you two. Therefore, I need to keep both of you safe, because otherwise, he would have my hide." In reality(although I would be hard pressed to admit this), it wasn't just that; true, I would not want to be up against an angry Great Knight with that heavy armor and with the weapon triangle against me, and I wouldn't put much faith in my meager magical skill either. However, if Chrom was telling the truth, then he and Lissa were my...however many generations niece and nephew, and keeping family safe was always of the utmost priority. Caught up in my reverie, I didn't notice that we had stopped until Chrom put his hand on my shoulder to prevent me from going any farther. As I observed the clearing that we were in, I felt that something was wrong. It wasn't' just the silence or the gloom; it was a prickly feeling, as if the air around me was filled with static electricity. I had a feeling that I had only felt when around the main antagonists of the conflicts I had been in; pure, unadulterated evil. "Chrom, Lissa-"I started in a panic, only to be cut off by a tremor of the earth. As Lissa shrieked, and Chrom shouted, "Gods, what is this madness? Stay close!" I tried to step forward, but failed as I had to stab Storm into the ground to prevent myself from falling over. Then it stopped as soon as it had begun; however, my relief was short lived, as a piece of land rose up, bcoming a cliff hanging over our heads, raining magma and molten balls of metal at us. We ran through the forest, directly away from the raging fire-fall, stopping only momentarily to change direction when Crhom said, "Lissa, Firer, over here!" leading us into an far wider forest clearing than the one we had been in. The forest was on fire, and I tried to not let my eyes water from the smoke the created by the trees burning behind us.
"Chrom, what is that?" Lissa questioned, pointing at the sky. As I followed her gaze, I noticed an Outrealm Gate opening, and though I was about to question how another could be opened without any outside influence, the question died on my lips as dozens of dark, misty humanoid figures landed in the area; three of them managed to land around us. For a second, they were still and unresponsive, and I took this moment to look them over. They were standing corpses; rotten flesh, wearing armor and wielding weapons, and so I concluded that they were probably fallen warriors of a time long since passed. And then, they attacked. Letting out a guttural roar, one of them charged with inhuman speed at Chrom, while the other(wait weren't there three?), wielding an axe(hooray for the weapon triangle) charged at me. Quickly dodging it's first, sloppy swing, I used the blade of my sword to slice off it's arm, thrust my sword into the monster's chest, and sliced upwards, cutting through the thing's chest, neck, and head. I then realized that I had fought these before, when I had been seemingly further into the future. As I took a mental note to tell Chrom about that later, I heard a familiar shriek; it was Lissa's. Looking for her, I saw her cornered by one of the monsters. I was blocked as I attempted to run towards her, however, by an iron sword barely missing my chest as I jumped back. The rotting myrmidon-type enemy felt no pain as I quickly disarmed it and lopped off it's head with ease. Even though I saw Chrom running towards her, I knew that he would be too late, and 3 more enemies arrived to prevent me from regrouping with Chrom; a mercenary, an archer, and another myrmidon. I gritted my teeth and pulled out my tome, "Gale". I knew I would be far too late..far too late, but I could at least try, even if my aim with a tome was so bad that I used to send even a tiny Wind spell backwards somehow; I still couldn't fire an Elwind spell without doing so. I fired, and miraculously, three of the four shots hit their target. It didn't help that it didn't kill the myrmidon and the mercenary, however, and I would've died at such close proximity. I cursed myself for not infusing my sword with the wind magic; I would've been able to aim more properly in doing so. Destroying the mercenary using the slash caused by pulling the sword out of my sheath, the myrmidon was about to hit me when a blast of thunder turned it into wisps of smoke. I turned and saw Amber and Frederick on the same horse, galloping to me, Chrom and Lissa in tow. "Are you alright?" Lissa questioned. "I'm fine." I looked over the field...and saw far too many of those things; far, far too many than I would have willingly accepted that I wanted to help fight and to know that I could win. And in that moment, I did the only thing I could have done.
I swore. And cursed. And swore again.
Well, sorry for the late update. That's the fourth chapter, wrapped up. Reviews, anyone?