Indignation is a Fire Emblem Roleplay. It takes place within the Outrealms as worlds collide and kingdoms wage an endless war. However, amongst the quarrels of men do the horrors of the Outrealm reach in to kill and destroy. Fight alone or join forces with other warriors as we create dramatic tales or wage war!
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The gate lands you inside of a dungeon. The soldier standing on the otherside begins to interrogate you, but your answers anger him. He opens it up and charges you with his spear.
Level 6
HP 22 | STR 13 | MAG 0 | SKL 10 | SPD 9 | DEF 13 | RES 8 Weapon: Bronze Lance, MT 5 HIT 90
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?” He bellowed in anger. The man’s question resonated within his own helmet, causing him to stumble from it’s volume. “GAH, MY EARS HURT!”
After what appeared to be muffled screeching followed by even more muffled screeching, the soldier brandished his weapon. “THIS DUNGEON IS THE BEST DUNGEON.” He waved around his lance as he began to approach. “ IT WAS BUILT BY MY FATHER’S FATHER’S FATHER’S UNCLE’S GRANDSON’S BEST FRIEND.”
“Now now.” Grant held up his hands with utmost caution in front of his chest. “There is no need for that.”
“BEST DUNGEON.” Repeated the soldier.
“I mean. . . It is a very ‘nice’ dungeon.” The butler replied.
This prompted the warrior to begin charging at him in a seemingly impossible fit of unreasonable rage. If it was not apparent enough- this was Grant’s cue to begin running. So he did.
There it was- the Outrealm gate. He was close, too close for the soldier’s liking. Grant was astounded as to how the fully, heavily armoured man was able to keep up with him on foot. Sweat trailed down both their necks, but with how much that flooded through the soldier’s visor, it was as if he was a fountain. A rage-filled, homicidal metal fountain.
“I AM THE BEST KNIGHT.” He swung his lance from left to right.
“THE BEST KNIGHT IS ME.” Running away from the ‘best knight’ ranked higher on the butler’s to do list than listening to him.
“YOU CANNOT ESCAPE BEST KNIGHT!” Stamina was of plentiful source for him it seemed. “THAT IS MY NAME, I HAVE IT WRITTEN DOWN ON MY LANCE USING MY LEFT PINKIE TOE” Exclaimed Best Knight. “I AM BEST KNIGHT THE BEST KNIGHT!”
“I WILL SMITE THEE IN THE NAME OF THE BEST DUNG- hey come back, it's lonely here.“
His voice was drowned out of sound to Grant who took a leapt of faith through the portal.
Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter.
From the ceiling leaked droplets of water collecting in a steel bucket.
Groaning lightly, Grant opened his eyes and blinked twice. He was laying in a wooden bed covered with various pelts. The room was unfamiliar to him. Dark grey bricks, chipped slightly by age, constituted it's walls. An open door lead forth into a large hallway which the butler could see no end of.
"Oh thank the gods, it was just a dream." He sighed in relief.
"What was just a dream?" A voice asked.
Slowly, but surely, his gaze shifted towards the source of the noise. The ceiling.
Above him was a knight clad fully in heavy plate. The person suspended himself from the ceiling by having his knees clamped tightly around a bar. Every so often, he unsuccessfully attempted to take a sip of water from his cup which, surprisingly, was right side up in contrast to his upside down state.
Almost instantaneously, Grant grabbed his belongings and made a break for it.
“Wait!” Cried the man as he fell from his perch. The floor cracked under his weight when he reached the full extent of his descent. “You’re going to miss today’s special- LANCE WITH A SIDE OF IMPALEMENT!” He drew forth his weapon. “Also trifle.”
The butler was having trouble keeping up his pace. By his fatigue, he could have sworn the rest earlier was not enough. The more he pondered upon it, the more he began to think that he did not rest at all. He had never heard about anybody falling asleep after walking through the Outrealm gate. Perhaps it merely brought him to a different Outrealm in a different position.
He did not have time to think about it. Again, the portal was near. He jumped.
On the other side, he fell onto his shoulder before rolling forward. A familiar voice, or rather- voices, greeted him.
"Fancy seeing you around here." They chimed out.
Just a little further up were not one, but three soldiers bearing the same armour as the ones prior.
"Very well." The butler spoke, standing up slowly as he dusted dirt off his attire. "Listen. I have had a long day."
"IN THE BEST DUNGEON!" One of them interrupted.
"In the best dungeon, yes." Grant responded, much to the loud one's glee. He shook his head, taking in a deep breath. "However, I have matters to attend to elsewhere. I shall take my leave."
The three of them released in a collective groan in disappointment while he steadily backed away into the outrealm gate.
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