Loyal Knights
The Social Knights of Caelin (and of Fire Emblem 7), Kent and Sain! These two are best buddies and pals and partners and everything – although if anyone suggests that this picture suggests they’re a couple, they’ll have to deal with Fiora’s long sharp lance and Salir’s… knobbly bony elbows and knees.
Kent was still very difficult (I still hadn’t seen a picture of his artwork, I believe). But, I made him a sort of Sain artwork clone, and they both turned out terrible anyway.
EDIT: changed the chapter title back to something less generic.
Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle Chapter 6: Siblings Abroad
Chapter 5: Blood of Pride
With Rath’s help, Lyn’s group were in time to come to the assistance of the Araphen soldiers still fighting in Castle Araphen, although Ceniro had to tell Erk to limit his fire spells. He felt like they still had to make a good impression, after all.
It turned out that the unknown enemies assaulting the castle were indeed sent by Lord Lundgren to delay or kill Lyn before she could get any closer to Caelin. The man commanding the enemies admitted as much, once they cornered him, and Rath ordered him taken into custody rather than killed. Then, while the others helped the soldiers put out the fire and tend to the wounded, Lyn, Kent, Sain, and Rath went to see Marquess Araphen. Ceniro stayed behind. He had no wish to see the proud marquess again, and figured that the marquess would have no wish to see him.
Besides, he could use the time to look at the soldiers he was helping and guess which ones would be coming with them. And if Rath was the captain appointed to come with them… he could work with Rath. Maybe Ceniro hadn’t made the best initial impression on Rath, but he had the feeling the Sacaean man had withheld judgement until Ceniro actually did something. He was far more reasonable than his marquess, at any rate.
It wasn’t long before Lyn and her knights appeared again; Lyn looked furious, red in the face and stalking across the courtyard with quick, angry movements. “Let’s go,” she snapped to her group, and they left the Araphen soldiers to finish up and exited the castle. She didn’t speak until they had left the city.
“What happened?” Ceniro asked anxiously. “Was he angry about the fighting?”
“That, and he said he had no wish to be involved in the ‘inheritance dispute’ between Lady Lyndis and Lord Lundgren,” Kent said. “Although, I think it more likely that he was using that as an excuse…”
“He called me a mongrel,” Lyn growled, her hands clenching at the thought. “He is the most conceited, pompous, arrogant, racist ass…”
“He certainly is!” Sain said. “I knew he was proud, but I did not think he was so ignorant as well! Especially not when his own captain is Sacaean. My lady, do not think of him any more. You are only more beautiful for being born of two different peoples.”
Lyn sighed, letting her anger drain away, and glanced at Sain with the hint of a resigned smile. “And if a woman wants to hear a compliment that’s more than skin-deep?”
Sain blinked, then lowered his gaze and smiled. “You are the heiress of two proud traditions, and your life must only be richer for it. No one who knows you could think any less of you – or any Sacaean – for not having been born in a castle.”
“A lot of people born in castles are dummies anyway,” Wil said. “A lot of them turn out like this marquess.”
Lyn hesitated. “Is my grandfather like that?”
“He is not,” Kent assured her. “I am told he respected your father greatly, and he is not so proud as to prejudice himself against those who are different from him.” He and Sain shared a significant look.
“I’m glad,” Lyn said, smiling. “We’ll continue on, then, without our dear marquess’s aid. With Ceniro beside us, we won’t fall to Lundgren’s- what’s that?”
A horseman was hurrying after them. A moment later, Rath brought his horse to a halt beside them, now dressed in traditional Sacaean clothes. “Lyn.”
“Rath! What brings you here?”
“I’ve resigned in service to Marquess Araphen. I would like to travel with you.”
Lyn’s face lit up. “Oh, that’s great! We’d certainly be glad to have you.”
Wil chuckled. “Looks like our proud marquess hit more nerves than he thought. Sucks to be him!”
They were still heading west, and in four days, came to the canton of Kathelet without incident.
“By my estimates, it should take us about a week and a half to get to Castle Caelin,” Sain announced when they crossed the border. “And Salir…” He grinned dreamily.
Kent cleared his throat and Sain sprang to alertness. “And Lord Lundgren.”
“Oh, don’t be such a downer! He won’t be difficult to deal with.”
“Don’t be so happy-go-lucky, Sain.”
“Look,” Lyn said to Florina. “The mountains are so far away now!” A wistful look came over her face. “I wonder if I’ll ever see Sacae again…”
“I know you will!” Florina said. “Sacae is really beautiful. I’m sure you’ll be able to go back often! Maybe you can take your grandfather!”
Lyn smiled. “I would like that.”
Matthew had endeared himself successfully to the group, and spent quite a lot of time with Ceniro; Ceniro wasn’t sure if Matthew was trying to find out more about him, or figure out how to make him less shy. “So you studied with Lord Garlent, hmm? I’ve heard of him; what do you think of him?”
“Um, I guess I would call him strict but fair,” Ceniro said. “He had a very small class of apprentices, and he made sure we got more practical instruction than theoretical instruction… which was good for me, I think, because half of what I do is based on intuition. I can’t do the calculations consciously like he does.”
“So you’re a savant then?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Ceniro said, blushing. “No, definitely not. I just have a… a knack for it.”
“I’ve been listening to the others and they say that you care about everyone who fights for you, yeah? That’s different from just having a knack for it.”
“It’s different from being a savant, too,” Ceniro argued. “That’s a different factor entirely, and it has its own shortcomings. It’s why I should never be in charge of a castle like my classmates aspired to be.”
“Right, so it’s the mercenary life for you.”
“I don’t know,” Ceniro said, but Matthew was the second person to have said so in the last month. “I don’t know if I want to sign up with a bunch of mercenaries. I… honestly, I just want to wander around by myself.”
“Oh?” Matthew said, his eyebrow raised. “Seems like you’re perfectly content to travel with this bunch. And as for by yourself… I can think of one or two people you’d like to have along.”
Ceniro blushed furiously. If Matthew was talking about who he thought he was talking about… “N-no, I’m fine on my own, really.”
Matthew grinned. “Suit yourself, then. Oi! Look there!”
Ceniro looked, and saw a young boy running towards them from an inn by the road. The boy was in tears as he ran, and he stumbled up to Lyn with his hands clasped. “Oh, please, please, help me! My sister’s been kidnapped by some awful men!”
“Oh no!” Lyn cried. “Which way did they go? We’ll help you, don’t worry!”
“Lady Lyndis,” Kent began. “Lord Lundgren-”
“Yes, we have time for this,” Lyn said determinedly. “I haven’t let my guard down, don’t worry. But if he’s telling the truth, we must help him.”
“I’m telling the truth, I swear!” the boy said. “Ninian, my sister, was taken away by some men in dark robes. She made me hide, even though I didn’t want to! They’re very strong and I-I can’t rescue her by myself! They’re really tough, but…”
“It’s all right,” Lyn said. “We’re pretty tough ourselves! Just tell us where to go!”
“Thank you so much!” The boy bowed deeply. “I’m so grateful.”
“I would like to help too,” said a light voice, and a young man was hurrying up behind the boy; the man was dressed as a monk. “The innkeeper was… unhelpful and unpleasant, and I could not convince him, but if you are willing to help the boy, I will join you.”
“All right,” Lyn said. “My name is Lyn. What are your names?”
“My name is Lucius,” said the monk, bowing politely. “I have some small command of light magic.”
“My name is Nils!” chirped the boy, bowing again as well. He had pale green hair and crimson eyes, a combination Ceniro had never seen before. “I can… Um, well, I’m a bard, and…”
“What is it?” Lyn asked gently.
“I can play a magic song that will refresh your spirit!” Nils said with a rush. “It’s not like healing or anything, but it will be beneficial, I promise!”
“Very well,” Lyn said. “This is our tactician, Ceniro. He’ll keep you safe and let you help! He’s the best.” Ceniro blushed.
“Which way to these horrible men?” Sain asked, swinging his lance. “Let us rescue your fair sister without delay!”
“I-I think they were going south-east,” the boy said, pointing. “I’m not really sure, though; I didn’t dare follow them by myself.”
“I’ll handle it,” Matthew said. “I’ll scout ’em out!”
“You and Florina head out,” Ceniro said. “Florina, make a sweep from the south-east to the south; Matthew, you go south-east to east.”
“Gotcha,” Matthew said, and began to run off. In a few moments, he disappeared into the hilly fields. Florina sprang into the air and began to scan the countryside.
In only a short while, Matthew was back. “There’s men in dark robes, all right, and they’re coming this way! I suspect they want to capture Master Nils as well.” He looked expectantly at Ceniro.
“We won’t wait for Florina to get back,” Ceniro said. “We’ll set up an ambush. What sort of enemies were they?”
“Some mercenaries, some dark mages,” Matthew said. “About six of each.”
“So many dark mages,” Erk said to himself.
“Don’t worry,” Ceniro said to him. “You’ll be fighting the mercenaries. Lucius and the fastest of our fighters will be fighting the dark mages.” Erk was an anima or elemental mage, and he could be badly hurt by dark magic. Actually, everyone could, which was why… “Lyn, Matthew, Kent, Lucius, head south. Circle around the mercenaries and attack the dark mages from behind. Keep on the move and don’t ever get caught by their spells.”
“How did you know the mercs were in front?” Matthew asked.
“That’s the most logical place for them,” Ceniro said. “The rest of us are going to tie down the mercenaries. Oh, here comes Florina! Get going, Lyn!”
“See you in a bit!” Lyn said with a wave, and followed Matthew into the fields south of the road.
Florina reported a castle to the south, apparently commanded by a man in dark robes. Ceniro positioned his remaining forces in a position that would be good enough to deal with six mercenaries, quickly filling Florina in on what was happening. They’d deal with the castle later.
“Oh, um, I should…” Florina dithered for a moment, clearly wanting to say something but not quite brave enough to get it out.
“You have an idea?” Ceniro asked.
“Um, well, you see, pegasus knights are resistant to magic, because they train in Ilia’s snows, so…”
“Yes, of course, you should go join Lyn. Wait until the battle starts, however, and then you can strike while they’re distracted.”
“O-okay!” she said, and waited nervously beside him. The mercenaries were clearly visible on the road now, and ran towards them. All they could see was Ceniro, Wil, Dorcas, Erk, and Nils, and they shouted triumphantly as they hurried on ahead. Ceniro could see the group of dark mages behind them, and his heart began to speed up; what if they were in range of their spells? Dark mages were not common, and he wasn’t quite sure of their capabilities.
“C’mere, you little brat!” called one of the mercenaries to Nils. “C’mere and we won’t hurt you for running off!”
Nils shook his head. “N-no! Give Ninian back! If you do, my friends here won’t kill you all!”
The mercenaries laughed. “Funny little kid, aren’t you? Get them all! Don’t hurt the boy!”
“Go!” Ceniro shouted, and the mercenaries charged them, dodging Erk’s fireball, Wil’s arrow… but not Rath’s arrow, or Sain’s charge. Florina whizzed by overhead, to where a commotion had broken out among the dark mages with a blast of white light from Lucius, and Lyn’s flickering katana.
Battle had been joined.
EDIT: The chapter breaks aren’t really lining up with the old chapter breaks… fewer cliffhangers, unfortunately… and I might have to eliminate a chapter if this keeps up. : P
Chapter 3: Bandit’s Pride Chapter 5: Blood of Pride
Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle
The remaining bandits had huddled into a defensive formation around their leader, and made no move to attack Ceniro’s group as they moved over the hill and into the thin forest around them. Ceniro was impressed with Florina’s accuracy; she had counted the bandits exactly, even through the trees and from a great distance. But now he could see for himself, and that meant he could issue proper orders.
Not that he had to. “The plan stands. Go!” Continue reading
EDIT: I figured out how to get the Astebreed OST out of the Steam files and into my iTunes. : ) Still can’t beat the final boss on Normal, though…
It’s much easier to ‘kill your darlings’ when you’ve had 6 years to realize how awful they actually are. : P …Don’t take this advice for children or anything. >.>
Chapter 2: Lyndis’s Legion Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle
Chapter 3: Bandits’ Pride
“There’s an old fortress ahead that should do perfectly,” Wil reported, having returned from scouting ahead with Sain for somewhere to stay the night.
Sain shook his head. “I’m still not too sure about it. It’s a musty old tower. It’s probably horribly drafty and uncomfortable.”
Ceniro hesitated. “We can’t afford to camp out in the open tonight, not in this country.”
“I know,” Sain said, “but surely there is a better place we can go…”
“There isn’t an inn for miles,” Kent told him. “There are few villages, as well, and the people in them likely untrusting of us. A tower sounds defensible. We’ll have to make the best of it, it’s getting dark.”
“It sounds fine,” Lyn said. “No one’s expecting marble halls or anything.” Beside her, Florina nodded.
“At least it’s not cold,” Wil said cheerfully. Continue reading
The goofy knight is portrayed on thin paper
The goofy knight is portayed on thick paper
I got fed up with not being able to draw Sain, so I saved his official art to my computer, opened it, and zoomed in and then traced it. It works! Very simple method, and it has results. He looks pretty good. I had to adjust the contrast a lot in Photoshop, and that’s why it looks wrinkled. Compared to the one I drew next, he looks quite boyish.
Then I attempted to duplicate Sain’s handsome head with my own skills. As you can see, they are not quite adequate… I’ve done some analyses on this to discover where I went wrong, and it’s all in the little details of angle and so on.
EDIT: I put the Mani Katti back in because it’s kind of important? But then I left out the Band of Mercenaries battle. I might put that one back in tomorrow but right now I gotta sleep, and it’s a foregone conclusion, and no one really gets any character development in it, so I probably won’t after all. I’ll just keep watching Oh My Goddess and writing the next chapters. Also the Astebreed OST is pretty awesome! I mean, obviously.
Chapter 1: A Family’s Call Chapter 3: Bandits’ Pride
Chapter 2: Lyndis’s Legion
It had been a day, and Lyn came to Ceniro in the morning. “I have a request.”
“What is it?” he asked anxiously.
“It’s nothing important,” she assured him, smiling. “I was just thinking, there is a shrine to the spirits along the road we are journeying on. If we have time, I would like to visit it.”
“Ooh, a shrine?” Sain asked. “That’s to do with the Sacaean veneration of things like the earth and sky, right?”
“It’s nice to see the old traditions respected,” Kent said, smiling a tiny smile.
“Something like that,” Lyn said. “The Sword of Spirits is housed in this one, and I’d like to ask it to bless my journey.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to ride my horse?” Sain asked Lyn for the third time.
“I’m sure,” she said, but without the heat she’d had the day before. Sain was just like that, they were learning.
They continued journeying south, chatting idly on their way. Ceniro felt like he had never met such friendly people, and mostly let the others talk and listened to them; he liked it that way. Kent was rather quiet, and Sain was a bit loud, but they were both good men and clearly the best of friends. Lyn wanted to know as much as she could about her grandfather, and was quickly reassured that he was a good lord, whose people were industrious and prosperous and loved him very much.
They reached the shrine after a couple hours, but when they went to the door, a woman stopped them with frantic gestures. “Please, please help! There are wicked men in there. They mean to steal the sword!”
Lyn’s hand went to her katana. “We have to help!”
“All right,” Ceniro said. “Just let me take a peek inside. Is there a back door to this place?”
“N-no,” the woman said. “But you could break a window, I suppose. The priest won’t mind if you succeed!”
“We’ll succeed,” Lyn assured her. “How does it look?”
“There’s eight of them,” Ceniro said, a little nervous about the difference in numbers. He could do it, just… he hadn’t managed it in training without someone getting hurt. “Some of them have swords, some have axes. The priest or whoever looks all right, he’s in a corner. Not a lot of room to manoeuvre in there, so… Kent, Sain, we’re going to block the door and draw them outside where you can run them down. Lyn, once we’ve gotten their attention, you go for the leader from a window. I’ll… hmm. I think it would be better for everyone involved if I stayed behind the knights.”
“Got it,” Lyn said. “I can take the leader if you keep the rest off my back.”
“I’ll get the door,” Ceniro said. “Let’s go!”
He slammed the door open, and backed away behind the knights immediately. With Sain’s effective taunting, the men in the shrine charged at the knights. When they had almost reached the door, a window shattered and Lyn made a neat dive-roll onto the stone floor, picking herself up again to charge, hair streaming, at the leader.
Said man was livid, almost frothing at the mouth. “How dare you! This sword is by right mine! Back off before I use it on your unworthy skulls!”
“You can’t even get it out of the sheath,” Lyn said. “It has rejected you! Who are you, anyway?”
“My name is Glass! The mercenary feared by the gods! This sword is the only one worthy of my skill!”
“Never heard of you,” Lyn said. “But for attempting to defile the Sword of Spirits, you will be punished!”
“I’d like to see you try!” the mercenary roared. “Fear the swift strike of my sword-”
“Shut up!” Lyn yelled, attacking and forcing him to block.
Ceniro checked in on her, and turned back to directing the knights. Half the other mercenaries were down, and it wouldn’t be long before the rest followed suit. These mercenaries weren’t very good, and their gear old; certainly no match for trained Lycian knights and their well-maintained equipment.
The mercenary fighting Lyn was a bit better, but not as good as she was. His swings were wild, and she slid past his defenses to stab him in the chest. Ceniro flinched. He was glad that his job was not to kill anything. He probably wouldn’t be able to do it.
The priest in the corner slowly got up, and Kent, entering the shrine on foot, hurried to help him while Sain looked around to see if any of the mercenaries had been missed. The priest approached Lyn and Ceniro at the altar. “So the Mani Katti is safe. Thank the spirits… and thank you, young travelers, for rescuing me and the sword.”
“I beg your pardon, but what did you call it?” Kent asked.
“The name of the Sword of Spirits is the Mani Katti.” The priest laid a hand on the sheathed sword fondly. “It has been waiting here for its true master for many years. The one who forged it has been forgotten, as have any past wielders. Now it serves mostly to bless travelers. Is that why you have come?”
“Yes,” Lyn said. “I am making a journey to Lycia and thought I would stop by.”
“Then lay your hands on the sword and may the spirits hear your prayer.”
“Thank you,” Lyn said, smiling gratefully, and reached out, closing her eyes.
But when her fingers touched the sheath, light began to spill out of its top, and a low hum began to resonate through the church. Lyn opened her eyes, jerked her hand back, and blinked as the light faded.
“Oh my,” the priest said. “Could it be…”
“Why is it doing that?” Lyn asked anxiously. “Was it damaged in the battle?”
“I don’t believe that is the cause,” the priest said. “Please, touch it again.”
Again, light began to pour out of the sheath.
“I think it has chosen you to wield it,” the priest said to her.
Lyn dropped it on the altar again, startled, and backed away. “What? No. I couldn’t- I can’t! It’s… It’s the Mani Katti, why would it choose me?”
“If you require further proof, try to draw it from the sheath.”
Lyn swallowed and reached for the sword. It slid effortlessly from the sheath, ringing quietly in her hand, still glowing. Ceniro remembered how hard the mercenary had tried to draw it and nodded.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“It is the sword’s wish,” said the priest.
“It is remarkable,” Kent said in quiet awe. “Lady Lyndis, I believe the sword is correct. Many legends tell of similar tales. Why should it not happen to you?”
“You look magnificent,” Sain told her. “Like with this sword at your side, nothing can stop you.”
“Very well,” Lyn said. “I accept the wielding of the Mani Katti, and I will use it to defend everyone who needs my help.”
“That is why it has chosen you,” the priest said with satisfaction. “It knows you will use it for good. Now, you have a long journey ahead of you, don’t you? I will not say good fortune be with you, because I know good fortune is with you.”
“Thank you, sir! …Thank you!” Lyn cried, almost overcome with emotion. She took the sheath and sheathed the sword, and put the sheath through her sash next to her old sword, and the glowing ceased. “Let’s go, you three! We have a long way to go!”
“Right behind you, my lady!” Sain cried.
They passed into North Bern, heading west on the south side of the mountains between Bern and Sacae. The region was hilly, forested, and generally known to be infested with bandits. But it was the fastest way to get to Lycia, so while they laughed and chatted, they were also on alert.
“So where are you from, Ceniro?” Lyn asked the first afternoon in Bern. “You’ve been very quiet.”
“I don’t mind listening to you all,” he said shyly. “And… well, it doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“Ooh, Master Mysterious over here,” Sain teased him. “From your accent, I would say… Pherae?”
“Santaruz, actually,” Ceniro said, giving up. “I was born in Araphen, but my parents moved to Santaruz when I was young. Something about better taxes… I don’t really know. I was more focused on going to school and helping my father. He’s a carpenter.” After he said that, he braced himself, suddenly realizing that he had just outed himself as a peasant’s son. Lyn was a noblewoman, both in Sacae and Lycia, and surely Kent and Sain were also highborn. Would they treat him differently?
The answer, as it turned out, was no. “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” Lyn asked.
“An older sister, and a younger brother.”
“Are you going to visit after Caelin?” Sain asked. “Santaruz is very close to Caelin.”
“No, not really,” Ceniro asked, and hoped they wouldn’t ask more.
“You don’t want to see your family?” Lyn asked.
Her whole journey was to see her family; it was only natural she would find it a little odd. Ceniro lowered his head, hiding his eyes behind a fringe of light brown hair. “I… had a fight with my mother before I went to Ostia for training as a tactician. She doesn’t like it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lyn said apologetically, and Sain changed the subject.
“Have I told you yet about my fiancée?” he asked, grinning excitedly.
“You flirted with me relentlessly and you have a fiancée?” Lyn cried indignantly.
“Absolutely,” Sain said shamelessly. “Her name is Salir and she’s from a little village named Coril. All the boys are crazy for her! Just like all the woman fall for my manly charms.”
Lyn rolled her eyes, and Kent exhaled a little more strongly than usual, the ghost of a smile playing over his mouth. “I think there must be a few woman who somehow manage to resist.”
“Every woman is a precious jewel to this earth,” Sain said earnestly, but his eyes were twinkling. “My lovely Salir is, of course, the cutest and most playful of them all.”
“They’re of very similar minds,” Kent said gravely.
“Have you ever heard them have a serious conversation?” Ceniro put in, smiling.
“Once. Maybe. When he was showing her how to curry his horse.”
“Oh, come now, Kent!” Sain rejoined in good humour. “What about the time that… no… wait… Or the time that…”
“Heads up,” Kent interrupted suddenly. “There could be trouble ahead.”
In the valley opening before them, there were a couple clusters of houses huddled beside the road. Too small to really be called villages, they looked rather pathetic. And closest to them… the charred remains of another cluster of huts.
The two knights and Ceniro stared. “We didn’t take this road coming north,” Sain said in a low voice. “This is…”
“We are close to Taliver Mountain,” Lyn said, her shoulders tense. “It is home to the most ruthless band of outlaws in Elibe, the ones who destroyed my tribe and my family. It only took one night… But the rest take their cue from the Taliver.”
“Why doesn’t their marquess do something?” Kent asked. “It’s horrible. Surely any ruler would want to keep the highways safe.”
Lyn laughed shortly. “This is Bern. This valley has no marquess. The settlers hang on as best they can. Travelers fare no better.” She turned her head to look north at the mountains. “Someday I will return, and I will break their axes beneath me like twigs beneath a stallion’s hooves.”
“When that day comes, my lady, take me with you,” Sain said, earnestly serious.
“I will come as well,” Kent said.
“I’ll come too,” Ceniro said. “Even if I’m out in the middle of nowhere.”
Lyn’s expression lightened a little, and she gave them a melancholy little grateful smile. “Everyone… Thank you.”
A girl’s cry echoed through the forest. Lyn spun, her hand going to her sword. “There are bandits ahead now!”
“We must help their victim,” Kent said. “Ceniro?” Ceniro had had a battle to get the knights to stop calling him ‘sir’, but he had won out in the end and felt better for it. In return, they had also easily allowed him to call them by their names without titles or honorifics, which was something that he had always forgotten about far too easily. Lyn, unfortunately for her, had lost a similar battle, and both knights insisted on calling her ‘Lady’, and Kent still wasn’t convinced it was fine to call her ‘Lyn’ instead of ‘Lyndis’.
“We need to find out what’s going on, first,” Ceniro said, quickening his pace. “I can’t see anything from here.”
“Is that…” Lyn ran forward, past the tactician, off the road and through the forest. “That’s a pegasus!”
“A pegasus?” Ceniro asked, his face brightening.
“You like pegasus knights?” Sain asked with a wink.
“I never worked with a pegasus knight before, not even in training. I admire them, though.”
“It is!” Lyn cried. “And… Florina!”
So much for surprise, but he could work around it. At Lyn’s cry, the pegasus rider turned towards their rapidly approaching group with a cry of joy, pulling away from the thugs who had a tight grip on her slender wrists. “Lyn!”
Lyn ran to her, heedless of the danger of the men, and hugged the girl tightly. “Florina, what are you doing in this place?”
Florina sniffled, clinging to Lyn. Her eyes were hidden behind a curtain of tumbled lavender hair, but her cheeks and nose were still red from crying. “I… I was coming to visit you, after your mom… but then I heard you left Sacae with three strangers, and I was worried, so I… I-I landed here to see if anyone had seen you, but I…”
“She stepped on my friend here, and she’s going to pay!” one of the thugs announced, holding out a fist threateningly towards Lyn.
“Don’t be absurd,” Lyn said, irritated and showing absolutely no fear. “Can’t you just let a little accident go? I know Florina, and she’s probably apologized many times already.”
“Many times,” Florina said. “But they wouldn’t listen!”
“That’s not good enough! Who’s going to pay for his doctor’s bills, hmm? She owes us, so she’s coming with us!”
Lyn’s face darkened. “You’re not Taliver, are you?”
“What? No! Those ones will even kill women and children.”
“Crazy, I tell you,” said the other thug mournfully. “Absolutely crazy. Such a waste.”
“But I’ll tell you what. We’ll let your cute friend go if you come with us instead.” The first thug let a heavy hand fall on Lyn’s shoulder.
“Unhand Lady Lyndis!” Kent demanded, drawing his sword.
“Let me go or I’ll gut you on the spot,” Lyn hissed.
“Fine, we’ll capture you fair and square. Deal?” The thugs ran off.
“They’ll be back in a moment, undoubtedly,” Lyn said. “They’ve just gone to get reinforcements. Do we run, or fight?”
“We fight, of course!” Sain said. “A lady’s honour has been insulted! We must make sure they never do that again!” Kent nodded slowly.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” Lyn said. “Ceniro? What do you think?”
“We can fight them,” Ceniro said calmly. “This might be tricky to co-ordinate, but I guess I don’t have to get too fancy out here.”
“Can you fight, Florina?”
Florina hesitated for a moment, seemingly having an internal debate with herself. Then she rubbed her eyes, patted her cheeks in a bracing manner, and turned to her pegasus, retrieving a long, slender spear. “…Y-yes, I can fight. But, Lyn, who are all these… men?”
“This person is Ceniro, and he’s a tactician whom I just met one day. He’s very nice, and he’ll give you good directions, so you don’t have to worry about him. These are Kent and Sain, and I’ll explain why I’m with them later.” She turned to Ceniro. “I… know it’s another thing to ask, but we should warn these hamlets that we’re fighting. We don’t want the bandits to take advantage of the confusion and destroy anything else.”
“All right. Florina, that will be your first job. The bandits look like they’ll be coming from the northwest, so Lyn, Kent, Sain, we’ll head that way. I’ll give you more detailed instructions in a moment. Florina, I want you to warn those houses about this battle, and then fly up and tell me where the enemies are and what kind of weapons they have, if you can see them.”
“G-g-got it!” She swung onto the back of her pegasus and with a whoosh of wings, she was off.
A few minutes later, Ceniro heard her scream, and swung around. “Kent-”
“It’s all right,” Lyn said, though she had started and almost taken off running. “She’s not in physical danger, just startled.”
“Old friend of yours?” Sain asked.
“We grew up together. Her mother was too weak to birth and raise her in Ilia, so they stayed with my family when I was small, and we stayed in touch afterwards.”
Bushes rustled behind them, and they spun around again, to be greeted by a young man with a cheerful grin and a bow on his back. “Hey! The nice girl said you’re fighting the bandits?”
“We are,” Kent said. “Who are you?”
“My name’s Wil. I’m an archer, um, obviously, and I want to help! These guys have been a real pain and I can’t get home to Lycia until they stop it.”
“That explains why she was startled,” Lyn murmured to Ceniro. “She’s shy of men, but she’s always afraid of people with bows. She’s afraid they’ll shoot her pegasus out of the air, even if she knows they’re friendly people.”
“Ooh, I see,” Wil said. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ll try and keep out of her way.”
“In any case, welcome to the fight, Wil,” Ceniro said. “We’re actually waiting for it to get going, and we are attacking uphill… Never fun.”
“Totally agree,” Wil said, unslinging his bow from his back. “So who’s in charge?”
“He is,” Lyn said, pointing at Ceniro. “This is Ceniro, our tactician. My name’s Lyn. This is Kent and Sain.”
Ceniro looked to the air, and Florina swooped down to land beside them. “Th-they’re coming… I think it was four people with axes, three people with swords, and an a-a-archer.” She saw Wil and started, and Wil gave her a friendly wave.
Ceniro squinted up the hill. “The bushes are too thick for me to really see, but here’s what we’re going to do…”
“So Florina,” Lyn said once the bandits had either been killed or retreated, “what brought you to visit me?”
“Well… you remember the knighting ceremony of the Pegasus Knights of Ilia?” Florina chirped, completely happy now that the danger was over.
“Vaguely,” Lyn said. “You’ve been knighted? Congratulations! That’s wonderful.”
“Um, so you see, I’m supposed to join a group of mercenaries for further training. So, I… um… I wanted to get your advice first.”
“Hm, but Florina, most groups of mercenaries are men, aren’t they? I can’t imagine you’d be at all comfortable with any of them. Why can’t they just put you in one of the Wings?”
“The Wings are for knights who’ve proven themselves already, though,” Florina said. “It’s to ensure that anyone hiring a knight from a Wing gets proven quality.” She lowered her head. “I… I just thought I’d be able to work it out somehow…”
“Beautiful Florina!” Sain cried, throwing his arms wide. She squeaked and hid behind Lyn. “Why not join us? Lyndis’s Legion is a fine group of mercenaries with the addition of Wil here, are we not?”
“Wait, did you just include me?” Wil asked hopefully.
Kent smacked his palm into his face. “Sain, Sain, Sain…”
“Yes, do you need me for anything?” Sain said impudently. “What do you say, sweet Florina? You can travel with your friend Lyn and do your training under a master tactician!”
“That’s laying it on a bit thick,” Ceniro mumbled, blushing.
“I-I would like that,” Florina said to Lyn.
Lyn chuckled. “All right. I’m glad to have you with me, Florina. Wil, sorry for dragging you into this.”
“It’s no problem,” Wil said, smiling easily. “I mean, you’re going to Lycia too, right? I’d be totally happy to join, ah, Lyndis’s Legion and get safely through the rest of Bern.”
“Both of you are very welcome,” Kent said earnestly.
“So, um, what are you guys going to Lycia for, anyway?” Wil asked.
“It’s a bit of a story,” Sain said.
“Which you are not going to tell,” Kent interrupted. “Lady Lyndis?”
EDIT: Ceniro’s a lot more shy this time around, isn’t he? My friend’s making me watch Oh My Goddess for references and it’s kind of great. : D Completely rewriting the battles because frankly they’re 3/4 of the problem with this old version. I was relying too much on the game before.
Friendly reminder that Ceniro’s name is pronounced ‘kehneero’ because it’s actually Quenya. : P
Prologue: A Girl From the Plains Chapter 2: Lyndis’s Legion
Chapter 1: A Family’s Call
Lyn tried to make him take the bed that night, but he mustered up enough backbone to insist on sleeping on the floor, which wasn’t that uncomfortable with all the rugs it was made of. He didn’t know her at all, but she seemed a little distracted the rest of the day.
At breakfast the next morning, she ate quickly, stared into her tea for a few seconds, then clapped her hands together and nodded decisively. “All right!”
“Huh?” Ceniro blurted out, almost dropping food out of his mouth. Continue reading
These people are cool. Or something…
Here are all my heroes (people whom I admired) for 2003. They are-! Legolas, Link, Trent, Wedge, Flairé, and Sain. They are sitting on my couch in my living room, with personable equipment. Legolas and Link are, obviously, looking at the Master Sword. Trent is sitting quietly with his violin. I think he came out quite well. I’m not good at drawing ‘real people’. He’s very good as both a violinist and a fiddler, and when I hear him play in one style, I feel like he should focus on that style… until I hear him play in the other style. He played this beautiful Dvorak piece at the local music Festival once, and I just loved it. Wedge is reading one of my X-Wing series books, and he didn’t come out so well. Sain is posing, because he’s a goofball. Actually, he looks sort of like Oswin here.
Flairé is playing a (stringless) harp, and now he’s officially introduced, I suppose.
Flairé: Hi. Good to meet you people.
I’ll add a biography page sometime very soon, I think.
Flairé: That’s a good idea. No one knows me yet, and I’m your best friend!
Eheheh. Go away.
Flairé: Righto. … Why am I so short in that picture?
Shoo!
Flairé: I’m going! Bye!
He talks too much, but he’s nice. I use him in all my (adapted rules) Dungeons and Dragons games.
These people were drawn over a period of time. Legolas was drawn first, in November, and Link took from November to December. The others are labelled, so Sain was drawn on the 13th of December, Trent on the 16th and 17th, and Wedge and Flairé on the 17th.
Edit: The kalma above in the picture could actually be Flair.
Yesterday I went to the local Games Workshop and built a pile of elven rocks with a waterfall on it. Nifty, but I’ll make the next one on my own when I don’t have time constraints. It’ll turn out even better!
You can’t take it with you…/No matter what you do!
Fire Emblem! Wha!
Ahem. This picture is of four of the characters of Fire Emblem 7: Rekka no Ken (Blazing Sword) and they are in a rock band.
Why? Who knows? Well, I now have to tell you my life story, so hold tight. I was playing Super Smash Bros. Melee with my friend Bobby, and I liked being one of these two handsome swordsmen with long cloaks, and I asked him about them, and he didn’t know much, but he told me that Roy was a prince and Marth was some other guy, and they both came from this game called Fire Emblem. I forgot the name several times, but then I began to research it on the Internet, and I found some sites that talked about it. They were talking about the newest (at the time) game, which would be the first to be officially released in English.
Soon after, I read a copy of Nintendo Power somewhere (I sure didn’t own it… school library, maybe?) and was formally introduced to all the characters of the first ten levels, along with a brief walkthrough and a ‘how this game works’ article. Wow, was I intrigued.
So, I was listening to the Alan Parsons Project CD we have, and I started imagining Sain singing the lead… and this picture followed. I plotted out where all the others would stand, but I never got around to drawing them.
Kent took more time than the others, as I was a bit afraid of him since he didn’t have any official art that got released in North America. He was started on December the 2nd, and finished January the 19th, and he still didn’t come out that well! Anyway, I’ll just put a couple of things below about the cast in this crazy excursion…
| Character |
Role |
| Lyn |
Guitar (rhythm and solos) |
| Kent |
Bass guitar, vocals |
| Sain |
Lead vocals, solo guitar |
| Florina |
First violin |
| Wil |
Keyboards, vocals |
| Dorcas |
French horn, back-up vocals |
| Erk |
Viola |
| Serra |
Cello |
| Rath |
Second violin |
| Matthew |
Saxophone, vocals |
| Nils |
Flute |
| Lucius |
Clarinet, I think, or was it harp? |
| Wallace |
Percussion |
As you can see, I don’t know much about the way rock bands work. I just went by what I heard. Here’s who sings what.
| Tracks |
Lead vocals |
| I Wouldn’t Want to Be Like You |
Sain |
| Eye in the Sky |
Sain |
| Games People Play |
Sain |
| Time |
Kent |
| Pyramania |
Sain |
| You Don’t Believe |
(Sain?) |
| Lucifer |
N/A |
| Psychobabble |
Matthew |
| D***ed If I Do |
(Sain?) |
| Don’t Let it Show |
Sain! |
| Can’t Take it With You |
(Sain) |
| Old and Wise |
Eliwood guest solo |
My favourites are Eye in the Sky, Time, Don’t Let it Show, and Old and Wise.
In Time, the singer sounds a lot like Kent does in my head. That’s why I put Kent as singing it. Don’t Let it Show is very beautiful, and I imagine Sain writing it for his girlfriend.
SPOILER FOR MY STORY (which hasn’t been put up here yet…)
Old and Wise almost perfectly describes Eliwood after his tactician is killed in the second-last chapter. I had to change a couple of lines:
you follow(ed) where I go
I’ll miss you when you go
When they ask you if you knew me (they being people in the afterlife – not changed, but context added)
as the final curtain falls o’er your eyes