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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This man was fairly optimistic. It seemed unnatural to her, especially somebody who resided in Nohr. And especially from somebody who was so old. That attitude was something she expected from a child. Perhaps he didn't understand what she said. There would always be a time with weapons. There would always be a time with words. There would be no escaping war as long as two people had two different opinions. "Conflict will never have an end." The truth in her words were sharp like the knives she carried around with her. "At least, I'll always have a job. There is the optimism in all of this."
Deacon's face saddened. Truly her mind was set in her ways on the futility of peaceful times. Indeed, he would agree that conflict will always be there, yet his mind was set only on the hopelessness that she projected. The only optimism he felt of her words was a shallow one, as the people she would see on a regular basis were people who suffered from varying conflicts.
"There is no falsehood in your words," he spoke with a gentle, yet sorrowful tone, "But was it meant to be this way?" Lydia Chant
"Who knows?" The woman shrugged and took a long drink. Meant to be or not, that is how it is now and there would be no turning back at this point. Lydia sighed. "You'll have to excuse me. I hadn't meant for our conversation to turn so dark. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. So drink my good man! Let us live for the here and now."
The light returned to Deacon's face, "Ah, yes! We must seize what we have before us!" The man seized his mug and leaned his head back to drink half of it. "Ahahaaa!" was the following sigh, "All things considered, this was a most enjoyable evening! Pray tell, Ms. Chant! Would be in town for a little while longer? Perhaps we may listen to the esteemed Lady Layla in one of her performances!" Lydia Chant
The woman had to think about it for a few moments. Through her bangs, she looked at the gruff man in front of her. He was nice, but she hardly knew the guy. Deacon had been polite. He had shared his ideals with her. He truly was an optimist. "I'll be in for a few days more." She did have plenty of time to kill. She was waiting on a local medicine maker to create a concoction for her parents. The family would then study the medicine. Improve on it and take what they needed. People didn't share potion recipes often, but they sure didn't mind sharing their potions. "Sir Deacon, I accept your invite."
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