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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You push double doors open and immediately get greeted by the scent of searing pork. It's mouth watering after your journey to Marcarth. Pink flailing cloth calls your attention to the women dancing on a wooden stage, against the western corner. Silk leaves little to the imagination. Some board looking man plays a flute beside them. Their dance, ignored. You walk passed a group of gazing men.
Your target isn't one of them. Dull clothes and larger stomachs paint them as simple folk. Weaving your way to the bar counter, you lean against smooth wood and ask the barkeep for a drink. You drop a few coins as he pours. All drinks come with information and soon he's pointing to the smiling man sitting among three others. You down your beverage in one long gulp and approach your target. You recognize him by the scar along his cheek. He doesn't turn as you call his name, instead he speaks.
"Good luck, commander! Everyone knows you'd do pretty good even if you're by yourself!"
"... Hm? Are you planning on sitting around all day?"
"What, are you saying you can't handle a single big-mouth mercenary?"
"... Shall I brand your rear end with my palm?"
"S-Sorry. But seriously, this is out of our job description. If you want to do something to get yourself noticed, do it yourself!"
"Hmph. Then you will get no cut."
"H... hey... commander! Don't be like that!"
"So long."
The witch stood before the mercenary with her arms folded and her brow within the shade of her hood-like hair. She did not bother for a reply quite yet.
Actually, she was feeling rather timid than testy. Up until now, she was feeling confidence in her chest, and now... butterflies.
There was a hope that someone from her corp would appear to help her, but they all decided to stay home! What useless minions they were!
Until she would figure out how to work this out, her mouth would remain tight-lipped.
Leliana yawned as she slipped into the inn, humming cheerfully, and watching the dancers with a great amount of interest. Eventually, she pulled her eyes away from them to regard the mercenary she had come to kill, and an odd woman facing him. Garon was a monster, certainly, and most would consider this blood money. All the same, Leliana approached the mercenary and spoke his name, hand resting on her blade, the other on her hip, her hood hiding her face. Presuming she got the same response, she shook her head. "It is not I that you should fear. Silence is well demanded amongst our kind. Perhaps you should have remembered that." Garon had demanded the man be silenced, and she intended to do just that.
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
"Silence, huh?" the mercenary grunted as he rose in his seat, "You won't silence this man, even if you two are women. I'll give you something to think about!"
"Hmph, why don't you take the lead?" muttered the witch as she subtly moved behind the other woman, "After all, my perfect setup was ruined."
Leliana rolled her eyes, her grip tightening around the hilt of her weapon. The moment he stood, her weapon was unsheathed, the coppery blade flickering in the candle and firelight. However, before she had a chance to say anything else, the dark mage or witch, or whomever it was that sought the same bounty, started to cast magic. So, instead, she spun her blade tightly, before going for a darting strike.
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Her blade dug into his armour, but she'd been caught off guard by her sort of ally's sudden attempt at an attack.
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
Leliana grunted as the mercenary retaliated, each slice digging into her armour, and under her skin. She snarled, her tail flicking angrily, though not noticeably, under her clothes, before she darted forward with her own weapon. "Maybe a little help?" She called over her shoulder.
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
Suddenly, a large orb of dark magic fired from the witch's hand, striking the body of the mercenary and causing his body to crumple on the ground. White foam burbled from his mouth and his eyeballs rolled to the top of his head. At the same time, his body shuddered as he relieved himself in his pants.
"Mahahaha, what a display..." the witch cackled with a wicked smile, "Take care that our benevolent king does not target you fools as well over some flippant tongue." This she said to the rest of the mercenaries at the table, whose eyes were full of horror and shock at the spectacle. Her eyes wandered back to her ally, "As for you, you are rather useful. Do well and the king will be sure to reward you more." Leliana 1-100
Leliana watched the mercenary fall to the ground, glancing at her newfound, vague ally, before walking over to him. Glancing up his friends, she unsheathed a knife, before slapping him around, until he woke up. "I'm going to offer you a simple choice, considering what our king has asked of me. Your tongue, or your life. Decide quickly, I do not have the patience for you."
Good Fortune: At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The witch's eyes shut halfway at the abysmal choices that were given. A tongue or a life? She really has no patience for getting the point across, does she?
"Let's not make that big of a mess," said the witch plainly, "Are you going to clean any of this up? I certainly won't. Move aside."
She knelt down by the man's head and touched his neck, then an inky substance dripped from her hand and passed into his skin to his vocal region. The mercenary let out a short gasp, then began grasping for his throat as his mouth made movements akin to speaking.
"You can still take his tongue or kill him if you like. I'm done here." The witch rose from her spot and began walking toward the door. Leliana
Shadowgift - Units with Shadowgift may use Dark Magic
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