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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Early morning, before sunrise East part of the Wall
The sight of the Great Wall was both welcoming and intimidating, built sturdy to hold back invading forces, yet assumed a certain grand righteousness. If it could talk, it would promise peace and safety within it for the weary traveler, both Hoshidan and Nohrian alike. Indeed, the Hoshidan wall held a warmth that the forbidding land of Nohr lacked.
The height of the wall was also an impressive thing. Imagine the view from up there! Hoshido must have a beautiful view of the sunrise!
A knight sans his armor stood before the wall, his eyes locked onto the top of it. It must be a crime to attempt to climb this, especially since he was a Nohrian himself... even so, the thought of seeing the dawn on the morning sea must be to die for!
Should I ask if I may go up there? he wondered with his finger on his chin, I wouldn't want to upset the authorities... but I simply must see the sea! Hmmm...!
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do this,” said a ragged-looking man from behind, using his well-maintained sword – the only thing that seemed out of place on him – to peel apples. “That is, if we’re thinking about the same thing, stranger.”
“I am Masamune, by the way,” he said and looked at the mountain of the man that looked at the ever-present wall with some kind of an intent the former samurai couldn’t quite pinpoint. He walked close to him and offered him another apple of his.
“The guardsmen here are quite twitchy, you see,” added the ronin. “And we can’t really blame them for this. For one, there are those monsters and soldiers your king keeps sending our way. Plus, you look too much like your typical Nohrian for our liking.”
“You know,” he said and vaguely gestured at his head and all, pointing the obvious. Then, he pondered a bit and added. “Say what? How about I tell the guardsmen to look the other way, while you’ll try whatever the hell you want to do. Deal?” @deacon
The knight turned at the sound of the stranger's voice and gave a small jolt. Already he was caught!
"Oh... oho! My apologies!" he spoke in a hushed tone, "But for the amount of surreptitiousness, I must decline..."
Ah, so he introduced himself, as well...
The man faced the stranger and placed his hands on his hips, "Sir Deacon Brigham, wandering knight. While I am a man of Nohr by birth, I am by every means a man of neutral ground." He shook his head, "Ah, but it would be more acceptable for me to stand on one side than the other..."
Suddenly, another stranger appeared. A brigand by every essence of the word.
"Give me gold, or I'll give you a bad day!" he growled, he held his hand out toward the two men, "C'mon! I don't got all day!"
Deacon turned his head to Masamune and flared his nostrils, "I would not entreat this interloper. Come! Let us fight this fool together."
"Ha... haaaah?!" the bandit exclaimed with wide eyes.
“The matters of Hoshido should be taken care of by people of Hoshido,” said the former samurai with a stern frown on his face and after freeing his sword from its sheath in one swift motion, smirked a bit. “It is what I have no intentions of saying whatsoever.”
It’s not like he cared about dignity or honor anymore. If this strange foreigner desired battle, then battle he will get. And while their origins were different, the heart of a true warrior never changed its form or shape. “If you want yourself a piece of this scum, it’s all yours.”
Then, he dashed forward, preparing to slash the unfortunate brigand. “Allow me to be first, though!” he shouted.
Deacon's eyebrows furrowed at the samurai's comment. A double negative? What a roundabout way of speaking...
The knight whistled sharply, causing a mule to stride down to his side. He grabbed his chest plate, along with his lance, then turned to face their opponent.
"You've got to stop beating around the bush, good sir!" Deacon exclaimed with a brandish of his lance, "Here I come, regardless!"
COMBAT INITIATED
Deacon proceeded to thrust his lance at the brigand! 6Uf82IpA1-100 [Needs 82!] Deacon strikes the brigand on his leg! Brigand's HP: 8/16
"Yaagh!" The Brigand attacks! 1-100 [Needs 96!] [Double Attack on Deacon!] Deacon's HP: 19/19 - No Damage Sustained!
The arrows bounced off of the knight's armor. The bandit screams things a mother would hide her face in shame of!
“I should admit my skills with the sword grew rusted with time,” admitted the former samurai. He prepared for another strike and hoped to finish this bothersome matter with one, well-places attack.
“Now then, allow me to redeem myself,” he said and moved again.
[Hit Chance - 102]
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[Attack Successful!]
[Critical Hit!]
[Damage: (4+4-2)*2 = 12]
[Brigand Health: 0]
By the time he was finished, the head of the criminal was no longer attached to his body, flying through the air. As it hit the ground, Masamune cleaned his blade from the brigand's blood with one swift motion and sheathed it again. Turning back to the strange knight, he added.
"How unfortunate it is for you to have such a bad impression of the locals, Sir Knight. As a fellow Hoshidan, I'm greatly ashamed by this trash and his actions."1-100
As the head of the bandit flew from his body as a result of Masamune's attack, Deacon flipped his lance around and stabbed it into the ground. What a stunning display of prowess by Sir Masamune!
"It is simply a shame that there are those who choose that life!" spoke the knight with a sorrowful shake of his head, "He only had himself to blame, good sir. While he may have been a fellow countryman of yours, his occupation has set him apart from what is just and good!"
He humbly bowed himself to the samurai, "You fought admirably, as I would expect of a samurai like yourself! Ah, of course, we must now alert the authorities and properly explain the situation." His hand motioned to the corpse, "It wouldn't do to leave the body as it is. I am sure there is a proper manner of cleaning this mess..."
As he spoke, two guardsmen came running toward them, but not under the impression of hostility.
“I am a samurai no longer. Just a nameless somebody,” he said with a somber expression on his face.
As the pair of the guardsmen came, they had a stern look plastered on their faces. It was no wonder they decided to wait this one out: if the burglar happened to kill a foreigner and a disgrace, it would be such a nuisance and nothing more.
“It is the way justice served here,” he muttered to the knight and went to the guardsmen. A ronin or not, he still held a higher position than those two. “You two!” he shouted at them. “I expect you to take care of this mess on your own. And do this while I’m in a mood favorable enough not to punish you for this mistake.”
He was keeping the strange foreigner at the corner of his vision as he ordered the now scowling guardsmen to move their sorry backsides. It was a poor sight for an outsider to see: not only there were people desperate enough to attempt a robbery, the so-called protectors of peace did nothing.
Masamune pulled out his sake-filled flask and made a very generous gulp, making the guardsmen scrunch their faces in disgust. It was far too early for this, but here he was. As he turned to the foreigner, his gaze went from the knight to his flask and back. “You drink?” he offered @deacon.
Deacon watched with surprise at the assertiveness of the man before him. He had said he was no longer a samurai, yet he ordered soldiers around as he pleased! Just who is this man?
The knight removed his chest piece and picked up his lance, then put them back on the pack of the donkey he had with him. As he clipped his lance into a slot, a familiar, alcoholic scent wafted into his nostrils. Upon turning, he came to realization that Masamune was drinking!
"Yes," replied Deacon with a nod, "however, I usually reserve my drinking for celebration and jubilant times. I prefer to be sober when I am still on the road." He scratched the back of his head, "Plus it makes it something to look forward to--ah, not that I intend to offend you for your offer. Not at all!" He waved his hand to the man, "Besides, it is still early, and the sun has yet to peek over the ocean's horizon." He glanced toward the ocean, "Ah... perhaps I can ask if I may take in the view of the ocean?"
The knight glanced to the two guardsmen, but they were already dragging the outlaw's corpse away, muttering beneath their breath about the uncouth ronin.
“I find it hard to see any connection between the position of the sun and the pleasure of drinking the alcohol,” he said with a smirk, “but I can understand a man’s desire to stay sharp on the road. It is the chaotic time we live in.”
Masamune scratched his chin in thoughts, not really sure how to respond anymore. “I did promise you that much,” he admitted and looked around. The guardsmen were already far away to hear their dialogue, but he still came closer and whispered. “I’ll show you the shortcut if you keep this between the two of us.”
As he went forward, making sure the knight was following him and making some occasional gulps from his trusty flask, the ronin mused over the chances of meeting such an interesting person before. “You sure are one determined person,” he fussed half-heartedly.
Soon, the pair found a nondescript looking passageway. Masamune made a grandeur gesture and urged the man to march forward. “Guests first! I insist!”
"Ah, very well, lead the way," spoke Deacon with a nod as the ronin guided him forth. He had forbid himself from showing any sign of discomfort from smelling his liquor-pervaded breath. What a delinquent this fellow made himself to be! He was blithe with a rebellious nature! Truly a man of his own making.
They had eventually come across a corridor, at which point the ronin had encouraged Deacon to take the lead under the guise of politeness. This was all a little suspicious, but who was he to judge? This moving and snaking around felt clandestine, however they had already gotten this far!
"Hm?" the knight raised an eyebrow as he passed Masamune, "Is this it?"
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