So this is the first part of the introduction to the spinoff. I just going to do the introduction part in this, then make it its own story, incase some of you don't like it.
The temple used to be one of the proudest locations in Plegia. It's stain glass windows, epic statues portraying the teaching of the Grimleal, and massive size made it a location all the followers of Grima visited at least once in their lives.
That was before the entire world saw Grima, their God, defeated at the hands of Prince Chrom and his Shepherds. The regulations of being a member of the Grimleal were already strict enough without the discouragement of knowing your God was slayable.
As the followers stopped traveling to the temple, it began to lose its beauty. It became darker and run-down, despite the fact that it had only been about a year since the Shepherd's victory.
That wasn't to say there weren't visitors to the temple, or members of the Grimleal remaining. There were a good few members remaining, those who simply wouldn't give up on their dark god. It was actually something respectable about it.
Not that the hostages from the local villages would agree. They had no idea why the Grimleal took them, and they were terrified to find out.
All of the members of the Grimleal wore cloaks, which looked so much like Robin's cloak that you would think this was a gathering of tacticians or fanboys. They were all standing in front of an altar, where one man, who wore a much more extravagant version of the cloak, looked over the proceedings.
Suddenly, the doors to the temple opened, the crowd split in two. Three hooded figures walked up to the altar, one leading the other two. When they arrived, the two followers kneeled while the center one remained standing.
"May Grima watch over us all." The priest said to the crowd.
"Grima protect us." The crowd responded in hushed voices.
"My friends," The priest announced to the crowd. "Times have not been kind to us. Our King Validar has fallen. We have been outcast from our own country. Worse of all, our God was struck down by the demon Naga and her lackies."
The crowd began to shout in anger. The priest waved an arm, and they were silent.
"But there is still hope!" He proclaimed. "We have realized the truth! We have realized that Validar was not our true king! For it was his blood that opposed our god! We have been lied to, but now we have realized the truth! Our true king was overthrown by the Ylissian Bastard! Our True King, King Gangrel!"
The crowd began to cheer.
"Yes! Gangrel!" The priest continued. "As you all know, the Ylissian Bastard and his demon of light soiled the corpse of our fallen King and forced him to battle our god! But fear not! We have a saving grace!"
He motioned toward the center figure.
"You see, much like the spawn of the Ylissian Bastard traveled through time to aid him, so too has the Heir of Plegia!"
The standing figure removed his cloak. He was wearing an open brown hooded vest under the cloak. Strangely, he still had the hood up under the cloak, but now his bare chest was visible. The purple markings along his body resembled those that were once on the back of Robin's hand, not that anyone in the room knew that. While they weren't exactly matching, it was clear that it was the same language.
"Here is the True Heir to the throne! He shall lead us to victory!" The priest exclaimed.
The crowd began to chant. "Praise Grima! Praise Grima! Praise Grima!"
"Now what say you, Heir to the Throne?" The priest said, addressing the young man. "Will you take arms with us? Will you help us revive our god?"
The hooded man flinched and carefully removed his hood.
He has gray skin and dark red hair that fell flat on his head. It was on the longer side, but it was tied up behind his head to keep it from getting in his face. He had a dark red goatee, although it seemed to be covering another purple marking that was somewhat visible under his facial hair.
The red-headed man suddenly sprouted a grin that could best be described as shit-eating.
"...Naaaah!" He exclaimed, and pulled out two knives from under his vest. "Come on, Royals! Let's show'em some action!"
A groan of annoyance could be heard from one of the hooded figures, and they both threw off their cloaks in a dramatic fashion.
The man was wearing black, Chon'sin robes, with a dark fur collar. His hair was dark and unruly. He was wielding a yellow, pronged blade which, if someone noticed, would be recognized as Amatsu.
The other one was a blond woman, with her hair tied in a long ponytail behind her. She wore a white bandana that cover her entire forehead. She wore white and lime green armor. Connected to her waist was a small wand that look like a smaller version of a healer's staff. However, the most notable thing she was carrying was the large blade she had slung over she shoulder. It was immediately recognisable as Ragnell.
"Damn it, Aln!" The man exclaimed. "You were supposed to wait for Mar'on!"
"W-What is this?!" The priest exclaimed, slowly backing away.
"Well, let's just say it's time someone forcefully bashed reality into your face!" Aln exclaimed, gesturing toward the priest with his knife.
"Why did you let Aln head the mission?" The woman asked.
"He was the only one they would take alive." The man countered. "Although I am relieved he took my advice on not saying anything. At least, not saying anything earlier."
"Hey, peanut gallery!" Aln said to the two behind him. "Enough chit-chat! Heavenly Father here might get it in his head to kill us."
The priest shook his head, regaining his composure. "K-Kill them! Kill the intruders!"
The sound of weapons being hastily drawn and books being quickly flipped through. Aln jumped away from the center of the group, speeding through the crowd. He ran toward a group of mages, who started to cast fireballs at him. He quickly sidestepped two of them, before jumping over a group. The knives in his hands glistened midair as he grinned down at the mages, before he plunged down at them.
A group of armed Grimleal surrounded the man in the Chon'sin robes, who remained in the center of the group. The group of Grimleal began to rush the man. He quickly clashed blades with the first person to reach him, before leaping over his opponent. He landed and plunged his sword into his back. He kicked the knees of an ax-man, causing him to kneel in front of an oncoming spear. The Chon'sin man pushed the spear down with his foot, pulled his blade out of the corpse and cut down the spear man.
A Grimleal managed to sneak up behind the man. He noticed him, and punched him with his free hand, knocking him out. The man winced, looking down. The Grimleal had managed to deal a pretty nasty strike on him.
"Luna!" He shouted to the woman.
Luna swung Ragnell through the crowd, cutting down a couple of Grimleal. She looked over at the Chon'sin man, noticing his wound. She proceeded toward him. One fast Grimleal managed to charge at her, but she quickly swung Ragnell, crushing his skull, not even turning to face him.
She pulled out the wand at her waist and, chanting a few words, healed the man's wounds.
"Thank you, Luna." The man said. "Fie, they can't even land a hit on you!"
Luna smiled. "I have the blood of the Radiant Hero and Naga's chosen. Of course they can't face me." She struck a pose that could best be described as heroic.
"Hate to butt in, Prince-y, but where's the backup?" Aln asked, casually slitting a throat as he spoke.
"They should be here soon, if they're following the plan." The man replied, ducking under a spear and stabbing the wielder. "...Where was he hiding that spear?" He said to himself.
"To be fair, these are two of the least subtle members of our group." Luna commented. "We should have head from them by now." She casually threw her sword onto her shoulder, whacking an attacking opponent on the head. "Mar'on doesn't really have a choice, seeing as he's a dragon. Victoria, on the other-"
Suddenly, the giant stained glass window burst into pieces.
"Kneel before the Spawn of the Conqueror, mortals!"
A white dragon- a manakete- flew over the crowd, fire blast of fire at anyone wearing a Grimleal cloak. As the battle had progressed, heavily armored followers of the Grimleal had joined the fray. These Grimleal wield large, powerful blades, which were usually used to fight off wyverns and the manakete.
They were, however, not expecting the dragon to be wielding a sword.
He wasn't exactly wielding it well, or with anything that looked like training to the naked eye, but it was large enough to be effective regardless. The sword was large, even larger than Ragnell, and it had a gem at the center of the cross-guard.
A figured jumped off of the dragon as it swept toward the ground. She was wearing red armor, similar to Walhart's. She had white hair that reached her neck in length, with one strand of hair in place of bangs. She was, however, a bit on the short side. Roughly an inch or so taller than Nah.
While she didn't initially look intimidating, the look on her face could terrify even the bravest soul. She whipped out her hand, opening the magic tome, and throwing up her hand.
"Prepare to die, fools!" She shouted. "I, Victoria, spawn of Walhart, shall destroy your flesh and stab you with your own bones!" Lighting began to rain from the sky, as she cackled maniacally.
"...I really hope we aren't hurting those hostages…" Said the Chon'sin man.
And the battle raged on.
"Seems like we were late to the game." Aln remarked, as Luna looked over all of the now free hostages.
"What?" The Chon'sin man asked.
"These peace-loving dicks were trying to bring Grima back, so odds are the others already fixed things." Aln replied. "Which sucks, since I really wanted to punch Grima in his smug face."
"I doubt punching the Fell Dragon would do much." The man remarked, running a hand through his unruly hair.
"Yeah, well I figured nut-punching him would do less." Aln commented.
The man raised an eyebrow at Aln. "...What do you know about Grima's balls?"
"...I walked in at the wrong point of this conversation." Luna said from behind him.
"L-Luna!" The man exclaimed, blushing a bit before recovering his composure.
"Huh. It's an accomplishment to sneak up on the prince here. Always seems like the other way around." Aln commented.
He narrowed his eyes at Aln. "Can it, thief." He turned to Luna. "What is it, Luna?"
"We got a straggler." She motioned her sword toward a limping figure. The man recognized him as the priest from the beginning of the ceremony.
"I'll deal with this." The man said, drawing his sword as he walked toward the man.
"...Y-You have…no idea...the power that is coming…" The priest coughed at the man.
"You've already lost this war, old man." The man said. "You should have just given up. There was no need for you to disturb these poor villagers."
"You are the blind one, boy!" The priest exclaimed, with a sudden burst of energy. "You...have no idea the power that is...to come."
"I'm sure we can handle it." The man replied.
"Arrogant child." The priest spat. "Who do you think you are?"
The man raised his sword.
"My name is Jon'so. I am the prince of the Chon'sin, son of Queen Say'ri and Sir Kellam the Wall."
He brought the sword down on the man.
"Don't forget it!"
This was mainly the first introduction to these characters. The next part will introduce you to them more. I haven't even introduced all of them, as you'll find out. I'll get a little more into the character descriptions in the next part.
Now you see why you might not like it. I don't want to force OCs on you guys if you don't want them, so it's going to be this chapter, another dump, and the second half of this. After that, I'll do two more things, three more dumps, and close this story off. I figured I might as well put an ending point on this. You guys will see me around the Fire emblem archives.