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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With a lean and a strong pull, the dancer was lifted onto the pegasus and placed in front of the rider. Feeling the additional weight on her back, the pegasus began to stroke her wings with great fervor, pushing into the sky as the horde followed behind. The undead leapt at them with reckless abandon, but fell short with arms still stretched out and mouths gaping and snapping.
Now in the sky, the pegasus brought them a comfortable hovering distance from the earth below.
"There, we're safe for now," spoke Crow over the wind, he patted the woman's shoulder, "Hey, you alright? We had a close call there." Fae
From their height, the struggle below looked like nothing more than ants racing in all directions. The shrieks told otherwise. Fae's hands trembled as she held the winged beast. The cannons ceased their war call. The battle was over. The undead army would grow. And because of their failure, the beasts would grow further. From their height, Fae could see a village looming just beyond the valley of blood. She cringed as screaming men forced the apocalyptic thought into mind.
"Fine." She said. "I'm fine. Thanks. I'd be just like them." The dancer let go of the horse and pointed over the hill. "There! Those people are in the war path. We need to do something. Anything. Even if it's just warning them, they need to know that no one is going to protect them."
Soldiers stood on the castle. They waved flags, weapons, or hands as they begged for help. Some of the braver winged forces risked their lives as they swooped back down to save as many as they could. Chaos pulled some from their animals as men turned on each other. Each of them needed to be first in line for salvation.
The rider furrowed his brow as he gazed down at the village below.
"Noble as it may be to warn them, they won't have enough time to escape by foot," he replied with a grim tone, "Those undead are faster than before, and even if they listen to our warning, they're gonna end up like tired deer and persistent wolves..." He tapped the ribs of the pegasus, signaling her to descend to the ground, "Heckle can only carry two passengers to be able to outrun 'em, so we'll rule out picking anyone up, lest someone try to steal my pegasus. You head on down there and see if you can't convince these folks to pick up and run. I'll go back and try to buy you some time, then swing on back to pick you up."
In time, they touched down in the midst of the village, allowing for a single moment of respite from battle. Before she would alight, the rider tapped her shoulder.
"Hey... and if they don't listen, it's their fault for dying." Fae
She stood before the rider. Her brow, glistening with sweat. Her face, stained by the tears she had left on the battlefield. Her boots, once a pristine shade of red, had taken on mud. Fae met his eyes, searching for the right words. She wouldn't give into his callous ideals. And she wasn't about to give up on them. She had given up before and that's what had placed on her on the battlefield.
"If they don't listen, I'll me them listen." She said, her voice firm. "Stay safe out there."
She turned, charging off towards the village square. Bored workers toiled at their shops, tended to small fields, or fed fat animals. The woman set her key in its loop and rose her voice.
"The battle has been lost! The horde's coming this way. You all need to make your way out of town!"
There was a cry of fear and few people left their stations. Others, perhaps resigned to some determined fate, went about their jobs.
"Did you hear me?" She asked, racing towards a man drinking from a nearby well. "What's it matter?" He asked. "I was raised here. I'll die defending it."
Behind the man, a butcher seared sliced pork. The dancer knew she wasn't going to convince everyone, but fire would.
As Fae continued her work to warn the people, Crow had returned to the advancing horde and began leading them across the battlefield. Granted, there were fewer targets for them to have selected, thus seeing the pegasus in the sky made for a worthwhile distraction.
While they tripped over each other in their pursuit, Crow lay waste to them with his Fire tome. Granted, Fire on its own wasn't the most efficient tome given its nature of targeting singularly, and even if it set them alight, the fire wouldn't easily set on another of them. If only his affinity was better with tomes of fire, he could quite literally blow scorch marks onto the ground.
Then, a thought hit him. What if he used the powder sacks for the cannons? The undead had cleared from the cannon tower earlier in pursuit of more victims.
It was a risky plan since those things were able to climb well, but Heckle was trained well enough to give this a whirl.
She moved, throwing sense aside for mounting desperation. Fae ripped her long gloves off and dropped her key between them. A handful of hay dropped on them. She used her expensive, muddy silk to cobble the makeshift torch together. The dance took a deep breath, realizing she was going to demonize herself. Their lives were worth it. She stood up and moved to the building's stone side. Pork seared in a metal tub.
Another deep breath shot her towards it. The dancer's quick feet attracted few looks. Bright, frayed hair and Fae's crazed looked dissuaded any actions. She plunged the the torch into the butcher's pit. "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted out. "Get out of my way." She snapped.
She elbowed the large man's thick stomach and dashed off. He fell to the ground, groaning curses after her. The nearest building had remained stone, so Fae cut left. Its sibling had been hay. Regret was nonexistent as she set the torch, igniting the stranger's home. Guards raced to stop her, but the dancer's maneuvers were couldn't be matched. She raced to the second home, setting it ablaze.
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