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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Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
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.
Kyverian was gradually warming up to Emmeryn, at the very least. Provided, she didn't have him lingering on the painful past that he had gotten himself from. Perhaps, the soldier knew more than what his occupation led on. The talk of tea was a great way to distract himself, even moreso when lightning struck outside. To wander outside during a lightning storm was to invite death, even moreso with open arms when one wore metal plates. He soon turns away from Emmeryn to stare out the window, frowning at the coincidence of the weather.
"Good... Good, next time we meet, I will be sure to bring you some of their Hoshidan herbs to make the tea with." There was no smile there just yet, but his attitude, despite the storm, was much better than the earlier encounter. They had found a common ground, despite their immense differences. One, a soldier of Nohr. The other a woman that seemed to have been lost and away from home. Yet the humble tea was enough to form a bond.
"For fun?" He repeated, somewhat surprised to be asked such an opinion. Kyverian gently closes his eyes to concentrate, painting the pretty picture of what he thought of as fun. There was the runs through the cold in the morning, the training sessions that followed shortly after that. But those might not have sounded 'fun' for Emmeryn. Both eyes are opened slowly, as he comes to a conclusion.
"I read, sometimes drink alocohol. Sometimes, I'd try to ride one of the horses in the stables." There was some insight as to what the captain did, sometimes.
Her light green eyes lit up at the mention of them meeting another time. Once he seemed to let his guard down he was a very interesting, and almost sweet person. She couldn't blame him for not wanting to discuss his past, it seems as though the shortcomings of his family fell hard upon his shoulders. She sipped her tea and gave a small pout when she realized that she had drained her cup. She set the little clay thing down before she pushed her curly hair over her shoulder and watched Kyverian as he watched the rain.
"Do.. you like the rain?" She stood up and glanced closer out of the window, smiling as she saw the raindrops splashing off of the white flowers in her garden. "I will plant jasmine.." She looked over her shoulder at the Nohrian solider and caught his cold blue eyes, which rang to her as so familiar somehow. "For next time. For tea."
As his eyes closed she watched the features of his face soften, ever so slightly. Fun must not be something he got to experience much anymore. It seemed that he carried his responsibilities as well as his past on his shoulders. Once his eyes opened again she gave him a sweet smile and leaned against her counter. "Read? What.. do you read?" She could no longer read more than simple words, but she tried her best to gain the skill, for some reason she felt like she would like reading.
"Alc-cohol? What is this?" She tilted her head and racked her brain for any memory of the word. "A sort of tea?"
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
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 mentioning of his like for rain causes him to softly shake his head. Rain rusted his armor, it made him smell slightly more awful than he usually did after a successful battle. But worst of all, it would sometimes bring lightning. Those who wore armor had every right to fear lightning. "No... Not the rain. I dislike the rain." Though, he does think for a moment about what else he liked. "I do enjoy the snow, however." The snow was just one thing he could always find comfort in, especially living in the lands of Nohr.
"Jasmine... Yes, I would like that." Soon enough, he peels away from the window to sit back down at the table, deciding it'd best to explain to Emmeryn what alcohol was. "It is a drink... It's not like tea, though. You have to be careful with how much you drink or else it will be bad for you." He nods soon after, taking the cup of tea in hand as he refreshes his mouth with its warm taste. "There are many flavors, some stronger than others. But, it makes life bearable for some. Though, some of them get addicted... You can never be careless with alcohol."
He soon pauses, a thought crossing his mind.
"I should take you to Marcarth so that you can try it for yourself." Of course, he glances outside to see the thunder resounding through the forest. He soon turns back to Emmeryn, slightly less composed as his eyes were widened from the sudden noise outside. "... After the rain stops, of course..."
She tilted her head at him as he mentioned snow. She wasn't sure if she had ever seen snow. Her memory was still so foggy, anytime she tried to recall anything from her past she got nothing more than a smokey haze and a heavy pit in her stomach. She turned her head to look back out of the window, still reclined against the oaken counters. "Snow.." she whispered softly, wishing that she didn't need an explanation for every new thing that she stumbled upon. She shook the intrusive thoughts from her mind and pushed her focus back towards the man at her table. She could feel sorry for herself when she was alone again.
Alcohol sounded like such a risk, it must have really made life seem wonderful for people to decide to drink it at all. She couldn't help but be curious as to what the many different flavors were. Was it sweet or bitter? So many questions flooded to her mind, but she would never be able to ask them all. She opened her mouth to speak when he mentioned Marcarth and her lips curled into a sweet smile. "Strong? Do you... like.. strong?" She wasn't exactly sure what the strength of it meant, but it seemed that the guard at her table sought out anything that could hone skills.
"Marc..carth?" She hadn't really gotten the chance to leave Cheve since she had woken up. It was much too hard to get around when you barely knew more than your own name. "To drink alcohol." She giggled with excitement and anticipation, a weight being slightly lifted from her chest at the prospect. "With Kyverian!" She gasped in surprise that she said his full name and she bounced on her heels, proud with herself. She put her hands over her mouth as she realized she must have been acting like a child and her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She glanced down at her feet and tried to conceal her excitement.
After she felt her cheeks start to cool down again, she glanced back at him before moving back to her chair across from him. "Thank you... so.. many." She shook her head, knowing that many wasn't the right word as soon as it left her lips. "Much." She opened her mouth to speak again when a sudden flash of lightning flared, momentarily rendering her eyes useless. She flinched slightly after it passed, the thunder sounding like it was an angry beast standing on her roof. "I hope... the rain stops." She racked her brain for the word before she glanced at Kyverian and smiled, "soon."
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
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 long travel from Cheve to Marcarth was something he'd have simply risk. But, the thought of whether or not Emmeryn would survive the long journey had him worried. A soldier was expected to handle every manner of trouble. Nearly every manner, that is. Stray beasts, bandits, Hoshidans, the list continued to grow the longer Kyverian stayed enlisted. But for Emmeryn, the harrowing journey could be more than she could handle. A risk he refused to find out, when it came to civilians. So far, Emmeryn has left a positive impression on the soldier.
"Yes... To Marcarth. But-" The sudden gasp interrupted his line of thought, blinking once with confusion soon settling in his expression. "You... Are welcome, I suppose?" He hadn't quite known the how or why, but he was being thanked. There wasn't any reason to simply turn the expression of gratitude away. Especially when his mind had thought back to the afflicted man he had cut down. The pleasant atmosphere was more than enough to keep him passive and relaxed, thankfully.
"We could go into Cheve and drink. I'm sure there's a type of alcohol for you." There were many exotic flavors, both imported and exported. Nohr wasn't without its sense of refined style of living for nothing. Even if it was mostly restricted to the wealthy and the powerful. Though not quite there at either, Kyverian was still a person of note in the Nohrian army. "What do you think, Emmeryn?" Rather than run the risk of harm her way, they may as well take a risk in Cheve.
She was all sorts of pleased that she was able to grasp more complex words, so when Kyverian spoke again her eyes lit up as they fell upon the soldier. "Hmm?" To Cheve? She had been within the city limits many times, but rarely did she stray far from the market or the nurse station. She had definitely avoided any social gathering place, which is likely where alcohol would be served. Since she wasn't able to talk much, most people thought of her as untrustworthy and did not like having her around. Perhaps having a Nohrian guard as an escort of sorts would help her reputation.
"I.. think that." She stood up and straightened out her long white skirt, before reaching out her hand to shake his. "That sounds.. like fun." Her words came out a bit more confident the more she spoke to him, and hints of an accent started to peek through, although it was very subtle. "Thank you.. for giving me a ch-chance." She took his hand lightly in hers and gave it an extremely light shake. It felt wrong to grip him tightly, although she wasn't quite sure why.
When she stepped away from him she looked out the window and though the rain was still coming down, it seemed to be letting up a little. She opened one of her windows just a crack, just enough to let a cool breeze enter the small cottage. "Shall.. we wait for the rain.. still?" She looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a warm smile. "Do you like Cheve? More than.. Mac-Marcarth?" She had gotten so lost in all of her excitement that she hadn't stopped to think of why they would be staying local instead of traveling, perhaps she just assumed it was because of the weather.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
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 handshake has him confused, yet, Kyverian did not mind the touching of hands. But the confidence in her voice was all the more pleasing, knowing that her confidence was building as the time they spent together increased. The talk of whether or not he'd like one Nohr city over the other had him shake his head with indifference. "Marcarth is closer to the dragon fortress. I wish to be stationed there, as it is of great strategic import." It would have been a grand honor to stand watch there, as no doubt, many of the best of the best would be re-located there.
It wasn't Windmire, but for soldiers of prestige, it basically was. "You are a citizen of Nohr, as far as I am concerned, Emmeryn. Of course I'd give you a chance." Even if she wasn't truly from the lands of Nohr, she wasn't Hoshidan, nor was she a bandit. Few could hardly say that a foreigner was worse than the former two. Soon enough, he takes to his feet, to peer out the window with her.
"Perhaps, we can go to Cheve now. The rain does not look so bad..." Kyverian could stand to get his plates wet, but he'd refuse to let himself be struck by lightning. There was no mission, currently, so important that he needed to risk being electrocuted over. "From there, we can begin our journey to Marcarth. Or... Just relax in Cheve, get some alcohol for you to sample." There'd be no telling when he'd need to be re-located to another border fort. It was best to plan his ventures wisely, while he could do so with Emmeryn .
She smiled as she watched Kyverian stand and glance out the window beside her. The rain had definitely stopped falling as hard, and even though the sky was growing darker, it seemed the clouds would be breaking soon. She knew the walk to Cheve well, so she was sure that even if they did leave while it was still raining, they wouldn't be too soaked upon arriving at their destination. She looked at him and gave him a cheerful nod before she reached for her stole and placed it gently over her head to offer some sort of shield from the rain. The soft green fabric laid against her hair gently as it hooded her face.
"I am.. ready." She gave him a warm smile before she reached for the door handle, then turned back to him. "Do you want.." She paused as she thought of the word she was looking for. She bit the corner of her lip and her brows furrowed together. "Something.. for shielding.. your head." The word was lost to her completely, she couldn't even think of what she wanted. She shook her head and didn't allow herself to become too flustered, not wanting to ruin the evening.
"I trust you.. to.. show me how to relax, and how to h-have a good time." She opened the door and stepped out into the decreasing rain shower. She took a few steps until she was past her small, decrepit fence that was put up by the last owner of her cottage. She turned to look over her shoulder at him and she pulled her stole a little more snugly against her head. "When.. do you have to leave again... Kyverian?" She inwardly beamed, happy with herself for remembering how to say his name and form a decent sentence.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
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.
It was time to depart to Cheve. Unlike Emmeryn however, Kyverian was simply going to leave the same way he entered: Armored, armed, and to look as agitated as possible at anything that passes by. But that was going to be saved for the travel. The parting of the clouds does catch his attention, however. Soon enough, he returns his attention to Emmeryn. "Shield my head?" A fist came to his helmet, gently nudging the plated helm, "What more do I require? My head will be fine." A grateful nod is passed to her, however.
But sure enough, Kyverian makes sure he has everything in order. His armor was still attached to his body, his sword was still kept at his side. Now, all that remained was to safely escort Emmeryn from her home and to Cheve. "Since you're ready, we may as well depart." Kyverian wasn't too far behind, closing the cottage door behind him, raising a palm above his guarded brows to see the rain as it falls. The clouds were letting up, he wouldn't be too soaked on their travel.
"In a few weeks, Emmeryn. I plan to move over to Marcarth for a while." But, Cheve would be a nice experience. Somewhere to relax and enjoy something that wasn't entirely being a soldier on patrol. "I can visit you a few times before I eventually leave." A few visits before his eventual departure from the area wouldn't hurt. The war wasn't going to slow down any time soon.
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