The Gleefully Random Misadventures of Lyn of the Lorca
Or
The Misadventures
A/N: Here's the next installment! And thank you Armads the Doom Bringer for your wonderful review! In this chapter first impressions are always important eh?
Hector: BSA does not own Fire Emblem or Paul Bunyan. (adds in a low whisper) And we're all thankful for that. (You see Kent in the background holding a sign that says, 'SAVE OUR SOULS!')
Kent: And Carlyaechtor is what comes up when sleep is a minority.
Carlyaechtor: I am awesome gawddammit!
Today was an exceptional day on the Sacaen Plains. And Lyn of the Lorca was roaming the delectable hills covered in luscious green grasses that never wilted and the sun was shining in that perfect way that balanced the amount of heat to the amount of sunshine perfectly. The only thing wrong was the crumpled body of a random person among the perfect grass. Lyn, feeling very generous today, dragged the unconscious body of someone she does not know anything about or why they were unconscious in the first place back to her hut-thing where she lives alone.
Right when Lyn was holding a cup and a bowl for no obvious reason the absolute stranger woke up.
"Gwaaaaah..." The person groaned.
"Oh? You're awake. I found you lying unconscious on the plains." Lyn explained.
"HI! My name is Carlyaechtor! I'm a tactician and a Swordmaster and a thief and a general and a sage and a super magical Nomadic Pegasus Lord that can shoot arrows, and spears, and swords, and axes while casting light, anima, and dark magic!!!!! And I can tell the future!!!!! And the past!!! And the present!!!!!!!" Carlyaechtor shouted five times faster than Serra ranting. (of course Lyn wouldn't know who Serra is right now.)
Lyn could only hear parts of Carlyaechtor's speech like, 'tactician', 'general', and 'super magical Nomadic Pegasus Lord'. Then during the few seconds that Carlyaechtor paused to take a breath, they heard a sound that seemed like a cross between a train crashing and Paul Bunyan's footstep.
"What was THAT?" Carlyaechtor nearly shouted.
"I'm gonna go check it out." Lyn rushed out side and saw bandits climbing down from the mountains and one on his back groaning in pain.
"I'm alright...jus' got tha wind knock'd out o' me!" He shouted up to his companions.
Lyn rushed back to tell Carlyaechtor. Then they join outside where the bandits were strategically placed for Lyn's obvious victory.
"OK Carlyaechtor, you said you're a tactician right?" Lyn asked while unsheathing her Iron Sword.
"Hahahah! No need for that!" Carlyaechtor waved her hand and made a sound that seemed that she was hacking up a herd of cacti, and all the bandits simultaneously imploded. Lyn stared in amazement as victory music started playing from nowhere and everything faded black and they were back in her hut. After that experience, Lyn knew never to drag random strangers that she knew nothing about home with her.
Carlyaechtor: I am SO insulted!!!!!
Hector: ...Wow...
Kent: Herd of cacti?
An the randomness ensues! Flames, reviews, ideas are all welcome! Thanks again Armads the Doom Bringer for the review!