>You are one of three characters: Samson, a spoiled bard, Dyrus, an axe-wielding rebel's son, or Rene, an orphan adopted by a high-ranking Director of an ominous empire, now a prepromoted archer-lancer. POV will rotate between them on a thread-by-thread basis, with an off-chance that someone else might occasionally take a chapter.>These protagonists' motivations and goals will very likely come into conflict with one another's.>Character Death is always a possibility and sometimes an inevitability (this is Fire Emblem after all), but your actions can very easily influence who lives and who dies.>Voting periods will last an average of ten to fifteen minutes, but this may be increased, decreased, or generally changed at any given moment based on voter turnout.>Write-ins are encouraged.>The previous threads are archived on suptg under "Silver Scales of the Past," and a pastebin summarizing each one's events will be provided at the start of the next, like so: http://pastebin.com/uHFNARGD>A list of all current summaries and threads: http://pastebin.com/E9sXAcBx>Our update Twitter is qmgrandflocto, and we have an ask.fm also under ask.fm/qmgrandflocto
Rene and her companions, some new-ish, some old, stand by Director Cato as she shouts. "Prepare yourselves for this moment! Be in physical contact with at least one of the other people who intend on warping with us. This pendant has particular rules..." Joining hands with Veiz and Cicero, Rene doesn't particularly pay attention to how the rest of the group connects. With Cato's cackle, there's a bright flash of light as she and Veiz give their father a final farewell-bidding look.Elsewhere, Sir Dyrus' perspective is shown as he prepares to leave Noba."A crusade along the coastline of the continent, avenging Holmstead and rousing the masses," the red cavalier, Biff, remarks to his partner-in-righteousness, Byron. "Is it not the stuff of song?""Song, song... Still have meeting sir Raleigh on the mind?" Byron asks in turn. "You've been alluding to him heavily lately."Your attention is drawn away from them as you turn towards another little group."Remember, we fly with the resistance now!" The four wyvern riders under Winona's command listen to her speak authoritatively, Nia standing near her without much to say. "Thankfully, we won't be confronting Director Belinda, but in case she sends her regards anyway... Be prepared.""And, uh... Maybe let us try to talk to them?" Nia asks. "Not that it's... At all likely they'll show up."Your grandfather, Darren, also addresses Gerard, Belle, and Via about assorted things, and the lot of you are off.>A. Spend time with people on the way (specify who)>B. Skip to your first landmark
>>46598474Vote time renewed.
>>46598474>A. Spend time with people on the way (Winona)
Seriously sorry for the delays. My brother is being really distracting and it's hard to tell someone NOT to play Thousand Year Door.
>>46598474>A. Spend time with people on the way (Ciero)
>>46598901You spend quite a bit of time with Winona along the way, talking about this, that, and the like."I dunno, I can appreciate Belle's dedication! She's got the gut of a responsible soldier, same way my brother does," Winona says."If that's how you want to word it..." You say. "Would've rushed right in to save that bard if she didn't tell me otherwise." Yes, hearing Raleigh's name mentioned by Byron reminded you of the same being uttered by Waldrick."I can't say I know the situation," Winona says, "but... there's nothing that you can do talking about it.""I... I guess..." You scratch the back of your neck before discussing more about Holmstead and the like, before asking her about her little entourage."I'm just glad we're all alive right now," she says. "I've gotta take responsibility as their commander now that I've convinced them all to follow us!""Yeah, but... I haven't actually seen you speak with them often," you remark. "Is there any particular reason for that?""They all came along with me for Nia's sake," Winona says, "and now they spend even more time keeping tabs on her than I do!">A. She sounds a bit resentful>B. You can see why they are>C. Someone's unpopular>D. Write-in response
>>46599443>A. She sounds a bit resentful
>>46599520>>46599530"You, er... Sound a bit resentful there," you say. "Is something the matter?""It's just... That this happens all the time," Winona says. "Everyone looks up to Marduk, and everyone is amazed by Nia, wanting to protect and nurture and trade wisdom with a young prodigy with a bright disposition... It overshadows nearly everything I do.""Your riders still respect you as a leader," you attempt to start reassuring her, "and all three of you are renown for your youth and comparative skill!""As a collective, sure, but Nia and Marduk are still... It can be frustrating to be the middle sibling, is the point I'm getting at. If you had an older sister or brother, you would..." She tilts her head to one side. "Well, I don't know if it would be the same then, either! You and Laurise are only a few minutes apart, right?""Seconds," you very helpfully clarify."Then my point's even stronger," she says, before leaning back a bit, turning red with embarrassment. "Er... Sorry, I didn't mean to get competitive there.">A. You're glad she did!>B. You see where she's coming from>C. She should work on that!>D. Write-in response>E. ...
>>46599867>B. You see where she's coming from
>>46599886"It's alright," you reassure her. "I think I see where you're coming from with all of that. I'd certainly be frustrated if I had to deal with that myself.""Eheh... Your empathy is always appreciated, Dyrus," Winona responds."Well, it's, uh... In no short supply," you awkwardly respond."I've never felt like I need to compete for attention when it comes to you!" Winona says, smiling sweetly."I mean... It's not like I go out of my way to give you extra attention," you reply. "I've just always thought you were really easy to talk to!""I mean, I guess it makes sense that we get along," Winona says, her grin growing a bit. "I mean, we have so much in common... I know I've probably said it before, but I really trust you!">A. You're glad we're friends!>B. Oh yeah?>C. Attempt to flirt (suggestions strongly preferred but not necessarily required)>D. ...>E. Suggest she ease off a bit>F. Write-in response
>>46600182>A. You're glad we're friends!
>>46600182>A. You're glad we're friends!I wouldn't trade this friendship for anything in the world!
>>46600182>B. Oh yeah?
>>46600205>>46600237>>46600348>>46600377"Oh, yeah?" You ask, unintentionally sounding more teasing than you meant to."Yeah..." Winona leans forward, somewhat slowly. Were this universe a musical one, a tune would be swelling up around now.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zS-mhyw7WQo"Yeah, same..." You say, sincerely. Winona leans in a bit, and you grin widely. "I wouldn't trade this friendship for anything in the world!"Winona blinks and stops mid-lean, giggling a bit and stammering. "Right, yeah! Of course not! Friends forever, right?"Were this universe a musical one, the song would abruptly, comically cut out now."...how is that a question?" You ask, this time your own head tilting. "Of course we are!""Eheheh..." Winona clears her throat, looking a bit flushed. "It's still just... *ahem* Really nice to think about it all!""Are you feeling alright?" You ask. "You look like you're burning up.""Huh? I guess I'm just getting a bit tired out... It's still a lot to take in, fighting for the resistance! Well, I should probably get settled, then..." She yawns and stands up, stretching. "Long day on the road tomorrow, right?">A. It's the middle of the afternoon>B. It is getting a bit dark...>C. Is she sure she's okay?>D. Write-in response>E. Whatever
>>46600609>E. WhateverYesterday was a long day. She must be tired.
>>46600609>B. It is getting a bit dark...
>>46600681>>46600748>>46600770"Alright, suit yourself," you say, looking at the sky. "When'd it get so dark out?""I guess we got too distracted with each other!" Winona says. "We can talk later, though, right?""Of course!" You say. "I always love our chats!""Night, Dyrus!""Night, Winona."And with that, you go your separate ways, retiring for the evening in preparation for an early morning.Sometime during the following afternoon, you come across a port town. Nowhere near as grand-looking as you recall Holmstead being, and certainly not the best the coastline has to offer, but its humble size hides a sinister "surprise.""Port Orla..." Your grandfather remarks, looking at it from a distance with you and the rest of your initial entourage. "Once a thriving hub in its own right, business has been driven away in fear since the Marlo Pirates began to make it their connecting point to the mainland. Scaring all but the boldest of merchants away, then exploiting those who remain for 'protection' money... If our intel is correct, one of their ships ought to arrive at sundown.">A. What's there to know about the Marlo>B. Alright, let's kill some pirates!>C. What do we do when they show up?>D. Write-in response
>>46601274>. What's there to know about the Marlo
>>46601472"What do I need to know about the Marlo?" You ask. "I mean, besides that they're pirates...""They seem to have... Two leaders," your grandfather responds, "and two ships to their names have been distinctly identified, though their headquarters have yet to be discovered. Each ship is staffed by a group of about... fifty, one being one of the two captains.""Captains Sasha and Marlo," Belle finishes. "Sasha is known for her singing and seafaring, while Marlo is... Much more elusive. Even when his ship is the one that comes to shore, he himself almost never appears.""So... Odds are Sasha's going to be our opponent come sundown, then?" Gerard asks."That would be a fair assumption," Via responds. "Perhaps, in the meantime, we ought to mingle with the locals... Make it known who we are and that they will not need to worry about their future.""Is that really wise?" Belle asks. "Should an Empire spy, or even eyes for the Marlo overhear, we could easily undermine our own efforts to rally resistance.""You want us to just stick around the outskirts of town, kill some pirates, and leave?" Gerard asks. "No, the people need to know who's helping them, and that it's certainly no Gerxel! Make friends with them, spread the seeds! We're done hiding, right?""You mean to throw caution to the wind? We have no reason to reveal our motives here," Belle says in turn.Looking between them, Via, and your grandfather, you consider intervening.>A. Gerard is right. We need to be their inspiration!>B. Belle is right. We need to be careful!>C. We can tell them after the Marlo are defeated>D. Write-in response>E. You're staying out of this one
>>46601906>A. Gerard is right. We need to be their inspiration!
>>46601981"No... Gerard is right, Belle," you say. "The time for lying in wait for the time to emerge is over. We've been seen fighting the Empire in Holmstead, so like it or not, we already HAVE emerged. The people of this town have been failed by Director Waldrick, allowing the Marlo Pirates to walk all over them... We need to show that a world without him is any better!"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Etm_SjrVrFg"Well said, sir!" Gerard says with a victorious expression."You've a knack for inspiring speeches, Lord Dyrus," Belle says, "but ultimately, how we proceed is in the hands of your grandfather. Not you. Lord Darren?"Your grandfather's eyes are shut in thought. "Belle..." And there, they pop open. "While I may be our designated and tactical leader, it is your generations that will get the most decades of benefit out of a liberated Teege. When a decision is not certain to end in tragedy, is it not prudent to put it in the hands of this world's inheritors?""...what?" Belle and Gerard say, both sounding confused.Smiling, Via explains, "Dyrus ought to be prepared for the weight of decision-making, and the only way to truly test that is in the field."And so, your assorted allies are to spread the word of who they are and why they're here until the pirates show up. How to spend your time...>A. Check out some shops>B. Go about town with someone/someones (specify)>C. Write-in idea>D. Stare expectantly towards the sea. Be ready to fight.
>>46602364>B. Go about town with BellaWhere is everyone?
>>46602364>B. Go about town with Bella
>>46602468>>46602539You and the purple-haired pegasus knight, Belle, end up hanging around the town together. "This is a gathering place for pirates who we've just given reason to be hostile," she explains, "and as a bodyguard it's a part of my job to protect you, both from your enemies and, in this case, your mistakes."You walk about town a bit, briefly glimpsing Biff and Byron giving a winded explanation of the resistance's benefits and how great a future under its key members will surely be to... Pretty much any passerby. Nia, Winona, and the rest of their riders also reassure the townspeople that they can easily take on anything the pirates throw at them. You don't pay either much mind."Why're you so sure this was a mistake?" You ask. "I mean, everyone's reacting pretty warmly to our efforts!""It certainly SEEMS to have turned out well," Belle says, "but that doesn't mean we're out of the woods for a betrayal. My sword and lance must be ready at a moment's notice.""Speaking of which, you've been looking at that armory awhile... Not telling me something you want to do?""I would at least do well to see what this establishment is offering, I suppose... It could give us a good look at what our imminent enemies are equipped with."You're certain she just wants to look at cool weapons. A noble venture, and so one you're all too happy to let her indulge in."Hmm..." Eyeing a Silver Sword, the only one in the shop, with a price tag of 2,000 gold that she examines before groaning, she writes off her reaction as, "so this town the Marlo control stocks some Silver weapons. This could... certainly be troublesome.">A. A good observation to make!>B. Does she want it? (you have 2,600 gold on your person)>C. You're not on a shopping spree>D. Ask the armorer himself who he sells to>E. Write-in response
>>46602833>A. A good observation to make!
>>46602833>A. A good observation to make!>B. Does she want it? (you have 2,600 gold on your person)>D. Ask the armorer himself who he sells to
>>46602926>>46602932"You actually... Made a pretty good point, Belle!" You exclaim."Uh huh," she says, still looking at the powerful weapon."Er..." you head over to the counter, specifically to the armed-to-the-teeth fellow manning it. "Sir, this shop, has it...""No shit the pirates shop here. Gotta give 'em crazy discounts, sell at a loss that makes it hard to make a living, which is why a damned Silver Sword costs 2,000 gold to everyone who isn't one of 'em!""I see... Well, thank you for warning us. How many silver weapons would you say they've... Gotten on discount from you?""Hell, I've lost count. Dunno how well they maintain them since they buy up everything I've got whenever they're in town.""On their 'discount.'""Aye. Means a lot to me that you're teachin' 'em a lesson.""Alright, then! C'mon, Belle, let's get...""Don't be daft, man. Your girl loves that sword more than you. Tell ya what, though, I appreciate all you're doin', so... In honor of the future, I'll let her have it for a more normal price. 1,500.">A. Thanks!>B. Oh, no, you're fine>C. Pay the original anyway!>D. Try to haggle it down further>E. She's just a bodyguard, actually!>F. Write-in response
>>46603225Whoop, forgot accompanying image.
>>46603295"Thanks!" You say, producing your coin purse and counting through its pieces.The sound of jingling coins actually startles Belle out of her longing ogling. "You're... Are you seriously giving me-""It's a strong weapon, isn't it?" You answer. "I saw how much you wanted it, after all..."Belle actually smiles in response to this, for a moment, grasping her new item in her hands. "Thank you, Dyrus. I will treasure this blade forever.""Whew, lad... I sell ya a sword and she wants to use it as a decorative treasure?" The armorer asks, sighing amusedly. "Ya damned kids...""Eh... I bought it for you to use. You know that, right?""Of course!" Belle responds, sounding slightly offended. "I am simply saying that I will maintain it as well as I would a legendary weapon.""Eheh... Don't worry, sir," you say, "Belle knows what weapons are."No sooner than you've finished with that hilarious quip there, one of Winona's underlings bursts into the shop. "The Marlo have arrived!""...guess it's time to whet that blade," the armorer says. "Good luck, you young'uns! Make it so I never gotta waste time makin' a beautiful blade for some brigand again!">A. Right away!>B. Suggest he lock the shop down/help other civilians>C. Fight with us, Mr. Armorer!>D. Write-in response>E. Leave wordlessly
>>46603618>>B. Suggest he lock the shop down/help other civilians>>C. Fight with us, Mr. Armorer!Would like both if not then just "B"
>>46603618>A. Right away!>B. Suggest he lock the shop down/help other civilians
>>46603699>>46603805"We'll do just that! Maybe you should lock down your shop, just to make sure no pirates get any funny ideas...""Aye, I'll do just that," he says."And... You're pretty tough-looking. Why not help us?" You continue.To that, the armorer shakes his head. "Too old for that... If I still 'ad fight in me, there wouldn't be no Marlo Pirates, no singin' arseholes. I'll keep my home safe, though, don't ya worry 'bout that!""Alright, then... Just be safe, sir!" You say before you and Belle depart with the rider.Your entire party reaches the docks without incident soon after, Belle and the wyvern rider grabbing their mounts along the way."They're already disembarking..." Darren says with a frown, examining his axe. "They will go no further than this dock, however. We owe that much to the people of Port Orla.""Hey, Sir Darren..." Nia asks. "What do they mean by saying Captain Sasha's pirates 'sing?'"A very round woman, yet clearly not without some muscle behind her heaviness, appears from belowdecks of the pirate ship, clad in a very flamboyant, stereotypical pirate outfit (right down to an eyepatch embroidered with a skull!), brandishing a Silver Axe, and flanked by four male pirates as she steps out to meet your own party."Do we need to waste our time with this, captain?" One of them asks."'Do we need to waste our time...' I've already told you in particular not to ask me that, Rodkol! Next time you get thrown overboard!" "Alright, alright, jeez... Theme song?"She nods, slapping the ground with her axe, as though ordering them to begin.>character limit, continued next post
>>46603987https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tNCECibGz4g"Sasha's sailing swashbuckling crew, Sasha's sailing swashbuckling crew..." Several unenthusiastic pirates repeat in the laziest singing voice they think they can get away with."Co-leader... of the Marlo!" "Sure his name's the title... BUT!" She steps off the ship, accompanied by the pirates singing those same few lines. "You'll never... See him.""Never..." Her crew unenthusiastically, lowly sing-mumbles."I'm the one at the front..." Captain Sasha swings her axe as she and a solid... three-dozen pirates step out of the ship after her, singing boredly and flatly along. "And the one... Who they all... Remember!"The pirates underlings all slip back into "Sasha's sailing swashbuckling crew, Sasha's sailing swashbuckling crew..." as the woman herself approaches with her quarter, all silent and glaring.She lifts up her eyepatch to reveal an entirely functional eye underneath, which she squints with as she leans forward, speaking normally. "I haven't seen any of you... Ain't often that visitors roll by Port Orla. State 'yer business to captain Sasha!">A. You're here to put an end to her rein!>B. You wanna be a singing pirate!>C. Immediately attack>D. Just passing by!>E. Her song sucks>F. Write-in response
>>46604060>E. Her song sucks
>>46604060>A. You're here to put an end to her reign!By singing! or not.
>>46604060>A. You're here to put an end to her rein!>Beccause our resistance is its bane>When the little guy is backed in the corner>We'll fight with him and give no quarter!>So if you need a hand,>Dyrus is your man!
>>46604060>B. You wanna be a singing pirate!I bet the resistance having a theme song would gain us more recruits
>>46604168>>46604226"Wow, your song is... Awful." You had a clever one-liner prepared, but now your brain needs a moment. Yeah, yeah, time to formulate a musical retort... Here's hoping you're not a shitty singer!"Wh-what?! How DARE you?!" Sasha shouts. "We practice months on end for moments like this!"Alright, you clear your throat. Here goes nothing!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9y5GAWyL0Q"We're here to put an end to your rein~! Our resistance is... Its bane! When the little guy's backed into a corner... We'll fight with him and give no quarter!" You pose dramatically as your grandfather's face faults. "So if you need a hand... Dyrus." Your singing stops as you try to think of a place to end it. "Is your man?""F-first you insult me, then you mock me with that awful display of sound?! That is IT! All of you focus on killing this impudent child!"And that's the story of how some 30+ pirates and myrmidons came to start attacking you personally, led by a berserker!Thankfully, being ordered to focus on a single person made it easy for everyone else to rush in and pick them off, Belle and your assorted wyvern riders swooping in as your grandfather checks Sasha away from you.You find yourself facing down two myrmidons and an axe-wielding pirate, Via standing nearby. "You have my support, sir... So long as you promise not to ever sing like that again.">A. Let Via handle the myrms while you block them with your general bigness>B. Attack! Attack!>C. Fall back!>D. Utilize your "meido meatshield" technique!>E. Draw the myrms close to you>F. Write-in action
>>46604394A. Let Via handle the myrms while you block them with your general bigness
>>46604394>B. Attack! Attack!>Can't promise that Via
>>46604419>>46604424"I can tell just by looking at them, Via," you say, "these guys are paper. Just let them try to stab me for awhile and find the right moment... No promises on the not singing, though. That was really fun!"With that, you rush towards the swordsmen, taking one wide swing at the three of them, grazing the first and leaving him distracted enough to take a fatal throwing knife from your actually-not-that-physically-strong maid.From there, things are a blur, more and more sword and axe-fighters coming in to replace those you and your maid cut down as Gerard and your grandfather fend off their captain and her cronies.You swerve to the left of an axe-swing, Via cuts through the offending jugular, you cut through a myrmidon...Off in the distance, Winona, Nia, and their associates dismount onboard the ship and begin to secure it as well, the sisters in particular going belowdecks with the rider who went to fetch you.As though gaining a second wind, the captain shouts, "push forward into the town!" before her and her crew suddenly trample through your tired, still-outnumbered group.A pirate gets a shot in on your shoulder after this, only to be met with the business end of Belle's new blade.Towards the end of the pier, Biff and Byron stare down the abouts a dozen of Sasha's pirates remaining from their rush, including the woman herself.You start forward (and Gerard and grandpa outright DO head forward), but Via stops you. "Hold still a moment, please... That needs healing, Dyrus.">A. She can heal you when the town is safe!>B. Fine, you'll hold still>C. Direct Belle to hurry along with the rest.>D. Write-in response
>>46604633>B. Fine, you'll hold still>C. Direct Belle to hurry along with the rest.
>>46604665"F-fine... Belle, I'm counting on you.""Of course, Sir Dyrus," she says in turn. While Via turns a Mend staff towards you, you look to see the rest."I'm... Sorry, Byron, I didn't quite hear what this songstress said!" Biff twirls his Wyrmslayer in his hand, horse raring to go."I believe it was... 'Stand aside or be cut down,' was it?" Byron asks, Dragonpike looking about ready to skewer a myrmidon or two."Ah, but that makes no sense, my good man!""I'm going to have to agree with you... These pirates are pitiful."And with that, Biff and Byron simultaneously hop off their horses, cutting Sasha and an unfortunately close myrmidon down with their wyrmite weaponry and landing at one another's sides, Byron's normally-reserved-looking face having a grin matching Biff's."Y-yo... Ho... How..!" are Sasha's last words.Gerard, Darren, and Belle go to work on the other ten-odd pirates left, and even a few of Winona's wyvern pals manage to reach the scene in time to help with cleaning up the last of its stragglers. By the time you and Via get close enough, all of the remaining pirates are downed."Do not fret," Via says with an eerily sincere smile for the bloody subject matter, patting your recently-healed shoulder. "We still had plenty of fun!">A. You guess she's right>B. Now who's going to tell you how to find the rest?!>C. You wanted to finish off the captain...>D. Write-in response
>>46604817>A. You guess she's right
>>46604817>B. Now who's going to tell you how to find the rest?!>C. You wanted to finish off the captain...
>>46604817>C. You wanted to finish off the captain.......No one insults our singing like that
>>46604873>>46604876"I wanted to fight the captain myself..." You complain. "And besides, if every pirate here is dead, who's going to tell us how to find the real ringleader?""Who's t'say only pirates were on the boat?"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DG3G0A_FXNgYou turn around to see a blonde guy with a long ponytail, clad in a drab sailor's garb, who speaks in a bit of a nasally voice. Accompanying him, Nia."Er... Who are you, exactly?""Well, by pecking order... Highest-ranking surviving member of the Muirgel's crew. Y'can call me Doran.""Er... So you ARE a pirate?""You fuckin' daft? These pirates stole this boat here, the Muirgel, killed the ol' captain, made the rest of us stay onboard.""So..."Nia decides to end the situation before it turns even more volatile. "Mr. Doran and the rest know where Marlo's hideout is! They said they'd be entirely willing to show us the way!""Jus' make sure the rest of us get at that loot these bastards been makin' us 'elp pilfer," Doran says. "I can even lend ya my bow when we get there if ya want, provided you GIVE me a bow first.">A. That'd be great!>B. What kinda loot we talking?>C. Delegate this to Winona's unnamed subordinates, conveniently writing them out of the plot>D. You'd rather not bother>E. You'll go, but he shouldn't fight>F. Write-in response
>>46605067>>A. That'd be great!>>B. What kinda loot we talking?
>>46605067>A. That'd be great!>>B. What kinda loot we talking?
>>46605111>>46605131"Er, yeah, we'd love that!" You say. "We actually specifically set out TO ruin some pirates! But, uh... When you say loot.""Man's got a treasure trove of gold, weapons, all that good shit! More'n a buncha two-bit pirates ever gonna use!""That could actually really help the resistance, too! In the meantime, though, speaking of helping..." You get a bit of a generous idea."Graciously donated" to the armorer are all but a choice few of the weapons that Sasha's pirates were using."Good t'see m' Silver back!" The armorer exclaims in delight."And ain't too pleased 'bout ya son, ya old git?" Doran spits back."Ah, I knew ya wouldn' get hurt or anythin'. Take it I don't need ta give you a bow if yer' fightin' with these guys? I know ya kept some of Sasha's shit..." The armorer and Doran are father and son apparently, so. That's a neat coincidence.They argue for what seems like hours on end before the father pulls the equivalent of "Just a prank bro" and sets him up with a Steel Bow, naturally on the house, and gives him some fatherly advice."Fuckin' old asshole..." In what you're SURE is affection, Doran grumbles as you head back to the ship recently rid of its pirate infestation. "Mind if I tag along after the Marlos are all gibbed? Fightin' an empire sounds like a damned time and a half.">to be continued next threadAnd so the party expands further, every main group now having at least one archer! Doran was at first wrote as a grill, but I decided last-minute that Dyrus could use a break on the harem train.Thanks for playing, as always. Update twitter and ask.fm are qmgrandflocto, and I'll be around in-thread to chat for a bit.
>>46605270Thanks for running!After this thread, I get the feelng that Dyrus is going to be a bit sillier than the other protagonists.
>>46605309All up to you guys whether or not he gets to stay silly. He's like four or five years younger than Samson and Rene, so it would make some sense that he's less mature.Though Samson can be pretty funny in a "haha awkward young adult" way.