The Hawk King

"If you find yourself in a dire position, you can call on me. No matter what, I will fly to your aid." Closed roleplay blog for Tibarn from Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance and Radiant Dawn Unaffiliated Faculty at The Officers Academy

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Activity Check: May 2026

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Flying: C+ ½ → B)

Total: 1; 27 → 28

Obtained: - Trample (Flying B)

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𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

what does your muse smell like ? ⸻ In spite of what one might think based on the fact he tore off a sleeve of his coat and hasn't bothered to replace the thing for at least 20 years, I don't believe Tibarn would be some kind of dirty and extremely untidy person. He has that pirate vibe, but he does also have a proper reputation to uphold. With that said, he doesn't bother with any sorta beorc style luxuries, ain't nobody got time for that. By himself, he has a sorta sea breeze scent about him.

what do your muse’s hands feel like ? ⸻ Rather harsh and rough. Tibarn's hands become his talons as he transforms, and they've participated in many battles and torn many bodies to shreds. Unfortunately, he's far better at that than at being gentle and caring towards others, even if he has done his best for the Herons, especially Reyson shortly after the Serenes Massacre. If anything, his hands can feel stable and reassuring - he has very strong big brother vibes when he wants.

what does your muse usually eat in a day ? ⸻ Meat and fish!! He is a Hawk and he has a Hawk's diet, and he also eats more than a human would. I've said this before and I'll say it again, he can and will eat a whole deer in a single sitting. He enjoys both food prepared beorc style and raw meat/fish; when around others, he'll settle for the former, as he's fully aware that the latter isn't exactly the norm for others to watch, and he's perfectly fine observing human decorum and keeping it to himself. He does also enjoy fruit, both fresh and made into shakes or juice.

does your muse have a good singing voice ? ⸻ Nope. He doesn't even try. He'd rather spare himself the embarrassment and also he respects his Heron brethren far too much to insult their craft like that.

does your muse have any bad habits or nervous tics ? ⸻ The main bad habit that comes to mind for Tibarn is the common honorable king affliction of blaming himself for anything that goes wrong for his people and allies, even if it was out of his control. To this day he can't help but believe he could have been faster getting to Serenes on that fateful day, and maybe he would have been able to save more Herons if he did. Similarly, the burning of Phoenicis still haunts him to a degree, even after Hawks and Ravens have reconciled. He doesn't talk to anyone about it, but both events continue to return to him in his dreams every once in a while.

Nervous tics, on the other hand, he doesn't have any. A laguz king cannot afford those, and he's far too seasoned and experienced a warrior and a ruler for that after all these years. In situations of stress, he just becomes laser-focused on the situation at hand, and his calm but decisive and quick thinking is a big part of what gets him and his allies through any crisis they face.

what does your muse usually look like / wear ? ⸻ Tibarn is almost always seen in the same garb consisting of a worn yellow shirt, beige pants, solid black boots and a long green coat with right sleeve missing (the actual reason is convenience - he can just turn his right hand into a partial talon if he wants to slash at something without fully shifting), held by a black belt and a long red scarf around his waist. These clothes have been with him for years and continue to serve him well. When he transforms, the only part of his clothing that he keeps is the necklace with three feathers around his neck.

is your muse affectionate? how much ? how so ? ⸻ Uhhh yesn't? He is, but in his own way. He's not a person for hugs and pats - again, he has more of a big brother or cool uncle vibe towards people he gets close to, and displays his affection through friendly banter, reassuring back pats (that can sometimes knock the wind out of an unprepared person) and acts of loyalty.

could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room ? ⸻ Depends. If you're a prey he's stalking, you won't know he's there until his talons are on you. If he wants you to hear him? You can absolutely hear him in the hallway from another room. In fact you might be able to hear him from the other side of the country if he really puts his heart into it. If he wants you to know he's there, You Will Know He's There.

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You Know What They Say About Wind and the Plains || Tibarn & Sue

Mission: Flying +1 || @doeofsacae || Mission Season: Infamous

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The Hawk's cry pierced through the gentle winds, echoing across the open field as it announced that the king of the skies was passing through.

Tibarn knew that many beorc found the sound to be beautiful, poetic, magical, inspiring, blah blah blah. At least, so he'd heard. He wouldn't act like he truly understood what was so great about him letting out a battle cry - save for paralyzing his opponents in well-justified fear - or just yelling to the winds for fun as he danced in the skies. But then again, they also gushed so much about the supposed joys of flying, when his flying was just their walking as far as he was concerned...

And if the sight and sound of a Hawk was truly so glorious, why did they spend years hunting and enslaving his kind?

Oh well, whatever. They'd at least learned to know better, and he, in turn, had also grown past sneering at it. Best he not dwell on the past for any longer than he had to.

So he did just that, turning his mind back to the present, especially as he recognized the distinct sensation of being watched. He turned his attention to the ground beneath him, and soon enough - there was someone. The red outfit was not particularly hard to spot. A lady, most certainly observing him.

He huffed to himself. Was it another one of those "inspired" beorc? Usually he just ignored them and moved on with his life, but... he felt as though their gazes met for a split second, even in spite of the distance, and something about it drew him in, prompting him to descend towards her.

"Hello. Did you need something?" He asked as he hovered above the grass in front of her, his Hawk form still unchanged.

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Flying, Meeting Old Friends, and Other Pressing Government Affairs || Tibarn & Sanaki

Reunion in Fódlan || @sanakialtina || Mission Season: Infamous

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No matter how often Tibarn departs and returns to Garreg Mach, very little seems to change about the place. The towers stand just as proud as they always have, the wind whispers of hope and joy as it sings its praises to the Goddess of this land the same as it did the last time he heard its tune, and his office at the Academy, too, remains as dark and stuffy as ever. Which, of course, means he continues to avoid it just as eagerly as he always has.

Funnily enough, the only thing that seems to properly change each time he visits is the repertoire of familiar faces he encounters every time. In the past he's seen both Reyson and Leanne around, during his last visit he got to spar with none other than Ike, and this time, while stretching his wings, his sharp eyes are drawn to a most familiar head of vibrant purple below him, as well as —

is that a pegasus uniform? Tibarn descends towards her, a hawk's cry announcing his presence as he does before he shifts back to humanoid form, grinning as he does.

"If it isn't our Empress," he speaks; there is a split second's delay before her title, hinting perhaps at a descriptor of her small stature that had been purposely omitted. Whether she recognizes that and considers it a sign of respect or mockery is entirely up to her. He meant it as the former, but, well, the Hawk King has never exactly been known to be subtle.

"I'd heard you departed from Begnion a while ago. Had no idea this is where you were." There is no judgment in his voice, merely a statement of fact. "Hope you've been keeping well. Decided to study?"

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Activity Check: June 2025

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Flying: C+ → C+ ½)

Total: 1; 26 → 27

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Spread Your Wings and Fly. Or Don't

Mission Season: Restoration

[wingboundwarrior]

Did her homeland have people like him? “Not... really,” she hedges, unsure how much she should tell him about the business with the dragons in Elibe. Despite everything that had happened, Fiora had never held disdain for dragons, not even as a child. After all, who had kept Ilians safe, fed, and well for so long — was it not an Ice Dragon, who still received offerings to this day? And now, knowing that those two in their party carried the blood of dragons within them... it confirmed what she’d always believed: that people were people, in charge of their own destiny of kindness or hatred, regardless of anything else. Perhaps that’s why she struggles with faith, so. How can she pray to a Saint that she knows is only exonerated for driving another race away from their home?

... But perhaps these are thoughts for another time. For now, they must take to the skies and found out what happened to these pegasi that escaped the stables.

“Thank you for your understanding. I will keep that in mind.” Another half-bowed nod, all deference and kindness, before she moves smoothly to his next topic — back to the pegasi, and how they would return. “You’re right.” She’s relieved, really, to find someone with expertise by her side for this, even though the roiling anxiety in her stomach still exists at the thought of working with another, after all that’s happened. But... it’s fine. It’s just finding pegasi. They’ll be fine.

“I can lead the way, if it pleases you,” she tells him, and within moments, Huxley breaks into a trot and then takes flight. The flight won’t be horribly long, but she may as well get more information on her partner if she can during it. She raises her voice over the grasping wind, glancing over to him. “You are a flight instructor here, I am surmising? You seem to know quite a bit about pegasi. Have you been riding them long?”

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Not... really, she says, with a clear hint of hesitation in her voice, and it draws his attention, sparking his curiosity. He wonders if she's aware that saying it like that gets people asking questions more than it does keeping them quiet.

But for now, he leaves that thought aside. Maybe what beings she knows function on a different principle, or maybe it's something she would rather not speak of. He's curious, but not nosy, at least not when the situation doesn't demand it, so he lets it go, focusing instead on following her, watching the skies around them - and the question she asks.

"Well, I don't really ride pegasi myself, for likely clear reasons," he responds with a quiet, slightly amused - albeit not mocking in any way - huff. "It's, well. How should I put it. I can communicate with both pegasi and wyverns to some degree, and have a lot of expertise with fighting in flight. So I can help the kids with balance, coordination, and good contact with their mounts," he explains. "After all - their wings aren't part of their body like they are mine, but in battle, they should need to feel just as connected."

So, y'know, the opposite of that student he chastised earlier.

"What about you?" He turns it around once he decides they're still good on time; it's hard to tell on his beak, but he smiles as he asks. "You and your buddy seem to have very good contact - you've probably worked together for a while now?"

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(hacker vc) we're in

         ⤷    mission task:   pearlescent   ( research )

[pirrhyc]

     Entering Pearl Shoals was imperative for the Church, and to that end, brushing up on as much information as one can get on the various houses of Fódlan seemed to be the right call. Figuring out the right person to ask, the right conditions with which to set up a good opportunity, and general knowledge to keep everything airtight was paramount, and if there's anybody who can consume a lot of information in a short amount of time, it was Pelleas.

Evidently, the monastery's own librarian thought much the same.

As such, Pelleas finds himself recruited into the infiltration scheme on behalf of the Church, and with the threat of not being able to make use of the library if he didn't take this task on, Pelleas dedicates himself earnestly and completely into researching all there is to know about Fódlan. Burning the candle at both ends, he's only snapped out of his concentration, a pile of books all around him, when he realizes a shadow has completely eclipsed him where he's sitting.

He tilts his head up, startled to recognize the man towering over him.  “ K-King Tibarn?! ”  He remembers himself and where he is instantly, hanging his head lower in guilt as he softens his voice to a whisper.  “ I hadn't realized you were, erm, in the continent... I thought the librarian had banned all people from approaching me until I was done researching for the Pearl Shoals project too. You shouldn't have been able to reach me. ”

And yet, here Tibarn was on both accounts. Pelleas has many questions now that he's gotten some access to real socialization again, but he settles for the more relevant question:

“ How on earth did you manage it then? ”

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Tibarn had mixed feelings on the whole Pearl Shoals situation from the start. The Church's intend to enter and gather information — snoop for it, if he wanted to use a less diplomatic but more faithful to how he felt term — reminded him juuuust a little bit of the way Begnion interfered in the interests of others, and the kind of consequences that behavior had.

At the same time, he supposed he understood where it came from. If you don't want to get stabbed in the back, you search the suspicious party for potential sharp objects. And, well, he acknowledged that he might simply not know enough about Fódlan's political scene outside of it being commonly described as delicate, which, well, went further to explain the caution.

With all that in mind — in the end, when instructions arrived, however he felt about them, he accepted them without much complaint.

What he hasn't been informed about was who else was involved with that whole project. As such, when he walks into the library and before him sits a familiar head of dark blue, the first reaction is a surprised look of wide eyes. Huh.

"Likewise, I didn't know you were here either," he admits. "I arrived a little while ago." He supposes that a lot of their interests simply don't align enough to get them in the same room a lot.

Hell, he doesn't visit the library that often when he doesn't have to. Anyway.

"Well, I got recruited into this whole thing as well," he explains further, a light wince on his face serving as a good indicator of his opinion on that fact. "Something about being fast, good at hiding my presence, and not looking Fódlanese."

He shakes his wings lightly, as if shaking the thought itself off him, before glancing at the books surrounding Pelleas from all sides.

"So, how's your progress on your part?"

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Do You Have That Dog in You || Tibarn & Kurthnaga

Mission: Riding +1 || @goldoanheart || Mission Season: Pearlescent

[goldoanheart]

Kurthnaga had simply wanted to have a leisurely stroll in the gardens; had that been too much to ask for? Apparently, because he now finds himself surrounded by strange snarling beasts that look like dogs, and bark like dogs, but definitely are not friendly little pets that one would call "man's best friend".

The young dragon desperately tries to keep the beasts from nipping at his clothes, knowing that with teeth as sharp of theirs, they would surely draw blood if they were able to get them into him. Even the thought of his own blood still is enough to make him sick to his stomach.

He's close to curling up on the ground when he hears Tibarn's voice, a soft yelp in fear that he can't stop from escaping his mouth echoing through the garden's maze.

"King Tibarn!" He calls out to the other man, "... Please help...!"

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The sight and sound of an ally in danger overshadow completely the thought of this guy is supposed to be the Dragon King, huh in his mind, at least for the time being. He knows by now what to expect and not to expect from Kurthnaga, he knows better than to compare him to the overgrown lizard he called his father - and if he can relieve someone's burdens, he will.

Remembering in the last possible moment how the little prince reacts to blood, Tibarn - still transformed - holds back the itching in his talons, and instead opts to charge forward, stepping physically in between Kurthnaga and the three beasts that could hardly be called dogs. Spreading his wings wide until his size can be compared to that of a wyvern, he lets out a ferocious shriek that cuts through the air like a dagger.

The intimidation works just well enough; stepping back with tails between their legs, the animals flee, each in different direction.

Well, he supposes this is a problem for future them. For now, reverting to his humanoid form, Tibarn turns to face Kurthnaga.

"You okay there? What happened?"

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Do What's Right || Tibarn & Soren

Dream dungeon woes || @senerist || Mission Season: Distress

[senerist]

soren almost feels like laughing as the hawk king feels the need to apologize for how gruesome the scene around them is about to unfold.  He isn't wrong, but it causes soren to wonder if anything could truly roil his stomach.  he already knows the history of the serenes massacre, seeing it in person is no different than in his mind's eye.  he cares not for these people, nor does he pity them.  This is the nature of living things - to fight, and kill, and hurt.

Self-centered, he muses of tibarn, that he should think soren would be rattled by the death of the hawk king's kin more than what little family soren has ever become closest to.  Or perhaps a normal, caring beorc would feel outraged at the forest dying around them.  soren finds it difficult to act that role as the phantoms of actual beorc slaughter ghostly herons left and right.

Instead, he follows tibarn at his own languid pace.  Once more, the dream prevents the two from creating distance between them.  No matter the panicked pace tibarn adopts, he can't run too far ahead of soren.  The forest around them instead shifts and stretches and compresses to keep things almost claustrophobic.

Tibarn speaks at length of his own guilt.  soren acknowledges him by offering a gaze, but, wordless as he is, he doesn't bother trying to make a sound.  he doesn't even know what he might say.  he doesn't care about the hawk king's trauma.  soren feels as though he's experienced the same thing himself, after all, and this is something he'll never tell tibarn back.

The confines of the dreams prevents soren from fully understand whatever tibarn leaves unsaid.  he feels almost like a clipped bird - as though some fundamental function of his body has been willingly crippled by another - but what can he do but endure and move on?

he has plenty of practice enduring and moving on, by now, after all.

Where tibarn steps carefully around the dead herons littering the dreamscape, soren steps without thought.  They are phantoms, after all, and even if his foot catches on a corpse (something he cannot see with his gaze raised as it is), he finds no obstacle in following tibarn.

The forest opens naturally ahead of them.  The smell of fire and ash on the air fades just as abruptly as it had arrived, and it's replacing with the chaos of a panicking mob and an unnaturally strong scent of blood.

“He's gone mad!” one fleeing woman cries as she runs past the two.

Another woman grabs at tibarn, looking up at him with imploring eyes.  “You must run!  He's killing everyone!”

Greil again? soren wonders.  Surely this trip through their shared traumas has a little more original thought than that.

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He can tell that the scene doesn't touch Soren all that much. In a way, it doesn't surprise him, really - the strategist has always lived in a world of his own, and stuck by them during the war just for Ike and the mercenary payment. Mostly for Ike, if he wanted to be truly honest with himself.

It was a large part of the reason why, no matter how much they had been through side by side - battles, wars, toppling gods - he never felt like he knew much of anything about the guy.

... Well, that was not entirely true, he supposes as the realization dawns on him.

There was something he knew, an unpleasant sensation he recognized from the start, but chose to ignore in favor of the newfound alliance, and out of respect for those who saved his brethren. He knew his scent, the strange, almost distorted aura carried by the tactician -

the aura that meant that the majority of the laguz army, while following his strategies as per his, Ranulf's and Skrimir's orders, refused to acknowledge his existence.

He's probably had it rough in life, comes Tibarn's conclusion.

But the time to consider that further isn't now - not when they walk from another fire into another, and screams erupt anew - this time, the shrill voices of the beorc, rather than the melodious agony of the Herons. The smell of blood and burning bodies grows stronger than before, and two women run towards them, one grabbing at him - and, unlike the phantoms of the previous visions, actually managing to touch him, feeling significantly more real than the previous visions.

"Who is he?" Tibarn asks, his voice strong and steady again.

"Th—The mercenary! That young blue-haired mercenary!" comes a shaking answer, short of breath. "He—He set off to protect our village from some bandits... and then came back slaughtering us! He—"

A child's scream pierces the air like a knife, and panic takes over - the woman screams in response herself, letting go of Tibarn and running off, completely ignorant of the destruction behind them, as if not noticing it at all.

Blue-haired mercenary. Tibarn looks at Soren to discern his reaction, as if waiting for him to decide their course of action this time around.

This did, after all, start off as Soren's nightmare.

And even without the hint, that's enough for Tibarn to guess how it's most likely to end.

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(Swoops In) YOU || Tibarn & Ike

cont. || @radiantpaths

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"You don't have the vibe," Tibarn nods to Ike's self-reflection with an amused huff. "But maybe that's just because you haven't really had the chance for that up until now, so I haven't seen you so much as try."

Circumstances force people to adapt to whatever definition of normal their life throws them, after all. And eventually, some grow to not only accept it, but even embrace and enjoy it.

Some don't, though. Which one Ike is, Tibarn really does have no way of knowing, as he comes to realize. Is this something he doesn't wish for, or does he only think that?

"Well, right now the work situation would probably be something along the lines of hands necessary everywhere for everything," the Hawk notes, his eyes momentarily sliding off of Ike to observe the pile of rubble behind him and two workers picking it apart stone by stone. "Between manual labor needed for reconstruction, hunting remnants of the monsters that invaded every corner of Fódlan, and searching for the missing people, you'll be put to work the instant you ask for it. The Church compensates well, too. Doesn't look like their coffers were affected that much."

Ike is a mercenary, after all, and one's gotta make ends meet. Tibarn understands that the man wasn't asking that question just because he's bored.

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Fair point. Ike hasn't settled down since he was little, and even then, he can't really remember it. Maybe it would be nice to stay in one spot for a while, a home rather than a base.

Heh. It's not like Ike to get so sappy. Still, it's not something he's opposed to, he supposes. He'll go with what life throws at him. That's how Ike usually operates, and that seems to work for him.

Ike nods slowly in thought. Tragedy has its upsides for men like him, but Ike doesn't particularly like thinking about it like that. Of course the Church has a lot of money, and they probably have a steady cashflow. It's a good place to start, if nothing else.

"Thanks for the tip. I'll have to keep that in mind. And you know if you ever need a hand, I'll be around." However long that lasts, at least. Not that he thinks Tibarn will need him, not as a professor. What a strange thought.

"Maybe I'll stick around a little longer and see how I feel." Who really knows what the future holds for any of them?

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"Sure, why not! This place has both good and bad moments, but that can be said about just about anywhere, can't it," Tibarn huffs in amusement. Boy does Fódlan have its moments, huh.

And yet, at the same time, it has a certain something he cannot put into words - something that keeps him coming back.

"Heh, thanks. Of course, right back at you. I take a lot of patrolling work around here - as long as you remember to look up, I'm not too hard to find." They can rely on each other, as they always could since the first time they became allies. Some things do not change, no matter the place and time, as long as people remain true to themselves.

"Well, speaking of which, I guess I'll finish my break and get back to it," he laughs, shooting Ike a thumbs up as a flap of his wings separates his feet from the ground again.

"I'll be seeing you!"

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What Do I Spy With My Little Eye || Tibarn & Cynthia

Searching for the missing || @justicespeared || Mission Season: Restoration

[justicespeared]

There were others.

Cynthia doesn't miss that implication. It isn't the first time something like this has happened, but it doesn't stop breaking her heart, no matter how many times she hears it. We saved four of them, her mind tries to assure her, that's something, right?

She knows they've done their best. It doesn't feel like enough.

A hollow wind howls through the mountains.

She's glad she isn't alone; it's a little easier to swallow the bitterness in her throat and to smile. It isn't pretending, not when she can feel the faint joy in her heart. They've found four people. It should have been more, but this is still good.

She wishes she'd brought a blanket. She doesn't even have a cloak to lend out. It's going to be a cold descent, but they'll make it out.

“I dunno if my pegasus can take more than one passenger at a time,” Cynthia says. “Maybe the two kids, but…” She's a little worried. She can't hold onto both of them and fly. She definitely can't take an adult and a child. How much can Tibarn handle?

“So, what's the plan, Tibarn?” she asks. Of course she defers to Tibarn; she's not much of a leader. Besides, he seems to know what he's doing.

“Please,” one of the women say, “save the children before us.”

“Don’t be silly - we're here for all of you!”

Though bringing them all down is going to be a challenge, that doesn't make it impossible.

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With the kids at least a little warmed up, it's time to plan. Tibarn thinks about the weight of Cynthia's words as he considers their options; in response to the lady's shaken words, however, he huffs.

"If you're suggesting we leave you here, no can do," he declares with a shake of his head, in a tone that makes it clear he won't accept any arguing on the matter. With that said and done, however, hearing her did inspire a new thought in his head, and he looks at the two women.

"Between the two of you, who do you think has more strength left? I'd want one of you to ride on my back and take care of the kids."

The two look at each other in silence for a second, but the question doesn't seem difficult to answer for them; the other one, who had remained mostly silent until now, raises her hand. Indeed, the expression on her face and the speed of her movements do carry more energy in them, in Tibarn's trained eye. The thought of flying on his back is no doubt new - but it couldn't possibly be scarier than the idea of staying here and freezing to death along with the children.

"Alright." With a nod, he turns to Cynthia. "Are you able to take the other lady with you and watch for her safety? I can carry the other three no problem. They'll be able to hide in my feathers to protect themselves from the cold at least a little bit, so they should be fine - and hopefully carrying just one should be fine for you and your pegasus."

Understanding their assignment, the kids climb on his back as he lays himself down more flat to make it easier. He watches them for a moment, before looking back at Cynthia.

Much as he doesn't like being treated as an animal, sometimes drastic circumstances call for drastic solutions.

"You got some rope, right? We can try and create a makeshift halter for me for them to hold on to. Would be more secure than just my feathers."

[fleurfr-deactivated20250624]

im sue and its time to pump it up.

[fleurfr-deactivated20250624]

Alfred was hard at work, doing his favorite solo routine in the training grounds. He always started relatively heavy, while slowly winding down to accomodate his stamina. He preferred to come when there were other people: it was much easier to get in the zone when there were others doing something similar to what he was doing, but it seemed there was no one present. What a shame! How was he going to show off his muscles if everyone was gone?

Oh well.

He wraps up his workout and gets a cloth to wipe the sweat off his brow, where flaxen hair stuck to his forehead. A winded sigh escapes his lips as he finally starts gathering his things and composing himself. He realizes he would much have preferred to work out in his chosen clothes than this uniform—he found it really restricted his movement. The short sleeves and Firenese cotton would be absolutely perfect for this workout!

Then someone finally walks in.

Perfect. This was just the opportunity he was looking for. What better opportunity to better himself than another round with someone new?

“Oh! Hi there, friend! I didn’t know anyone else was coming. If you’d like, I could always get right back to it. I like the company. What’s your name? I’m Alfred.”

He asks this with the warmth and sincerity of someone who always sought to make connections, no matter how big or small. He was honestly just delighted to have company, more than anything else.

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At the monastery, Tibarn's day would always start with a flight over the grounds and the town stretching itself below and around it. It was a very natural duty for him to take over whenever he was here; he needs less sleep than the beorc, he naturally gets up at the crack of dawn, and the patrol would double as his first morning stretch. He could tell that the Knights from whom he inherited the task were relieved to hand it over, too; and if something natural for him to do also makes their lives easier, then why not? Best of both worlds.

Of course, this flight would only serve as a warm-up for his wings. The rest of his body needed more than that, and for that reason, if his patrol did not end in the forest where he hunted something for breakfast, it usually ended in the monastery's training grounds, where he would get some workout in against some training dummies.

Today, however, his timing leads to him meeting a new face - and an eager one, by the sounds of it. Tibarn grins in response to the friendly greeting.

"Alfred, is it? I'm Tibarn, a flying instructor at the Academy." In case his wings didn't make it obvious. "I usually train alone due to the early hour, but I welcome the company as well. If you're not tired, that is." His head tilts slightly to the side in a somewhat bird-like fashion, eyeing the boy. Quite eager, indeed, for a beorc.

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Do You Have That Dog in You || Tibarn & Kurthnaga

Mission: Riding +1 || @goldoanheart || Mission Season: Pearlescent

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Big gardens weren’t anything new to Tibarn. Both beorc and laguz enjoy them, if for completely different reasons.

Keeping animals of various kinds in said gardens is also nothing unusual for his standards. Animals like nature. He does too. Yep, perfectly normal.

But what in Feral One nonsense is THAT??

When the thing jumps at him with fangs at the ready, his instinct to fight rather than flee gets the better of him and he swipes, his talons momentarily manifesting on his hand and making the animal’s face even more grotesque than it already was, because apparently that was still possible. Realization dawning on him, he winces, transforms and dives into the large bushes nearby, making his way through the garden in a more concealed fashion.

Now he could just declare this none of his business, nothing he wants to be a part of, not his monkey, not his circus, and leave. And there is a part of him that really wants to.

But there’s a much louder part disturbed deeply enough to want to get to the bottom of this.

Now joined by another part pointing out that that guy over there, surrounded by no less than three of those snarling beasts, looks familiar.

“Kurthnaga?” Tibarn calls, completely forgetting any titles or formalities in the moment, more focused on the— “Watch out!”

[regnumaves]

Activity Check: May 2025

Status: passed

Skill points gained: - Activity (Gauntlet: B+ ½ → A)

Total: 1; 25 → 26

Obtained: - Flashing Fist Art (Gauntlet A)

Grappler class unlocked!

[pillarofopenness]

Can a hawk till a field? Should a hawk till a field?

[pillarofopenness]

Sharena nods once again, turning in the direction of her new assignment, already shifting through the pile before the instructions are even fully out of his mouth. Though that’s not to say she doesn’t still listen to the remainder, of course. The last thing she’d want to do is zone out and waste the little seeds they have. Of which there are… more than she realized, yet somehow less than expected.

Right, seeds aren’t infinite, a bird can only carry so much, even if the bird is ginormous. All she has to do is not mess up! Easy! No pressure! Just look at the pictures and put them in the dirt!

….Oh Askr she’s never seen any of these plants before in her life. Okay. This is fine. Small ones probably need less space, right? Poking at the satchels, she pushes the larger ones to one side of the table, and scoops up a few of the smaller. She can just dump these ones onto the soil however, probably. Actually planning is laters problem.

Seeds in hand, Sharena kneels beside the dirt in a spot hopefully out of the way as she begins to tear open the packaging containing them. “Do you think you can dig that way? The bigger stuff usually went behind the small stuff, so we’re gonna need more space towards the back.”

…….wait she’s not supposed to have seen this place before— “Uh, I mean, so I’ve heard, anyway! I could be wrong! You’d know better than me!”

[regnumaves]

Both Sharena's hands and Tibarn's talons get back to work. He supposes that it feels good and refreshing, in a way. Rarely if ever has he had a chance before to use these for anything other than rending the flesh of his enemies, and certainly never before has he tried to use them in an effort to nurture new life and help rekindle hope in a place that was this close to losing it all. His wings? Sure, they've carried medicine and supplies just as swiftly as they've carried death, and that was nothing new. His talons, though? He's never seen such use for them before.

It felt kinda good. Even a soul filled with Chaos such as his own needs this kinda rest and stability every once in a while, it turns out.

When Sharena calls for his attention and gives instructions, he nods and directs himself as told. Her quick addition, however, prompts a rather comical-looking head tilt from him.

"Don't think I would, honestly. I've spent some time here at the monastery, sure, but this is maybe my second time in the greenhouse at most. Suffice to say this here ain't my area of expertise... most of the time, anyway." These talons sure are coming in handy right now, but any gentler job would not be his forte.

"If you're new around here, then I take it you haven't seen the greenhouse before it was destroyed," he muses. "Bit of a shame, I can't really recall what the layout here was. But that's fine, they said that as long as we can plan things out and don't make a mess, we're good to go."

He points at one particular satchel of seeds Sharena had picked up. "They wanted us to start with these. It's a strong medicinal plant with many uses, and they want to make sure they have a good reserve of those."

[regnumaves]

(Swoops In) YOU || Tibarn & Ike

cont. || @radiantpaths

[regnumaves]

Ike exhales sharply as Tibarn shifts back. A good fight, hard lost, to a friendly face. Not that Ike isn't familiar with the Hawk King by now, of course. Ike's sword is grabbed, sheathed, and they're back to normal.

Well, whatever passes as normal now, anyway.

Ike considers Tibarn's words. It's funny, in a sense. From what Tibarn is saying, this place is a cultural melting pot - not just in this continent, but from other places. Including Tellius, it seems.

It's exactly the kind of place he'd wanted back home, isn't it? The sort of place where culture doesn't matter. To think a place like this even exists. Maybe it's worth staying a little while, just for that.

Not only that, but Ike won't stand out here. This is the kind of place to go to walk among giants. Theoretically, you could probably network here, which was likely the plan for a lot of people here. It’s also the kind of place where you have to be remarkable to stand out. Ike isn’t remarkable. That would be despairing for most, but Ike just feels relief.

“I don’t know if I’m the settling down type,” Ike says. A brief thought comes unbidden, one that crops up once in a while that he tries to ignore. Settling down alone? No. Settling down with…

It doesn’t matter.

“Doesn’t seem like a bad place to be stuck in for a while, though.” But then, his impression is pretty limited. “What's the work situation like here?”

[regnumaves]

"You don't have the vibe," Tibarn nods to Ike's self-reflection with an amused huff. "But maybe that's just because you haven't really had the chance for that up until now, so I haven't seen you so much as try."

Circumstances force people to adapt to whatever definition of normal their life throws them, after all. And eventually, some grow to not only accept it, but even embrace and enjoy it.

Some don't, though. Which one Ike is, Tibarn really does have no way of knowing, as he comes to realize. Is this something he doesn't wish for, or does he only think that?

"Well, right now the work situation would probably be something along the lines of hands necessary everywhere for everything," the Hawk notes, his eyes momentarily sliding off of Ike to observe the pile of rubble behind him and two workers picking it apart stone by stone. "Between manual labor needed for reconstruction, hunting remnants of the monsters that invaded every corner of Fódlan, and searching for the missing people, you'll be put to work the instant you ask for it. The Church compensates well, too. Doesn't look like their coffers were affected that much."

Ike is a mercenary, after all, and one's gotta make ends meet. Tibarn understands that the man wasn't asking that question just because he's bored.