#amitieos

[ashenprofessor]

The mountain should fear us

They had been led out of their holding cell but a pair of guards to be taken to a mining pit to be put to work. Their new 'friend' Daniel was with them and they are instructed to bring what was left of their weapons too. Byleth felt more capable knowing they had their trusty gauntlets ready as they venture deeper into the mountain.

Arriving at the designated site, the guards drop them off with knowing grins on their faces. Before them are winding passages and caves to traverse to clear out for the miners. Byleth led the way into the first room, noting immediately the presence of creatures there waiting for them.

"Great. Of course the witchy mountain contains horrors hidden away within." The Professor told their teammates.

Pulling on their Aura Knuckles, Byleth noticed the skeleton, hiding towards the back of the group, bow in hand. A perfect target for the first attack, take out the support. Darting forwards, they drew back their fist ready to strike.

Byleth 10/10HP hits and hits Bonewalker 12/12HP with Aura Knuckles (One-Two Punch). [Rolls: 15, 6; Hit!, Hit!; Damage: 1.5 + 0.5 + 0.5 = -2.5HP, 1.5 + 0.5 + 0.5 = -2.5HP, Bonewalker 7/12HP]

The first hit catches the skeleton in it's boney shoulder, knocking it off-balance before the second hits square in the chest. Undeterred, it raises it's bow to fire back.

Bonewalker 8/12HP hits Byleth 10/10HP with Devil Bow. [Roll: 12; Hit!; Damage: -2.5HP, Byleth 7.5/10HP] (Devil Bow roll: 1. Failure) Bonewalker 7/12HP loses -2.5HP; Bonewalker 4.5/12HP

The arrow soars through the air and pierces Byleth's arm. Pausing, to break off the shaft, Byleth looks up to notice the skeleton almost seem to wince. The bow in it's hand glows red and seems to draw something from the enemy leaving them weaker than before. Some sort of cursed weapon, the Professor wonders.

Wanting to capitalise on the opportunity presented, Byleth moves in again for another attack.

Byleth 7.5/10HP hits and hits Bonewalker 4.5/12HP with Aura Knuckles (One-Two Punch). [Rolls: 9, 7; Hit!, Hit!; Damage: 1.5 + 0.5 + 0.5 = -2.5HP, 1.5 + 0.5 + 0.5 = -2.5HP, Bonewalker 0/12HP]

Byleth knocks it's skull back with a glancing blow before swiftly adding in an upper cut. The skeleton's head pings off the top of the spine before rolling away with a clatter across the floor.

Returning to the group, Byleth rolls their wrists, casually remarking. "That's Bones taken care off. Who wants a shot at them next"

@amitieos, @dracofalchions, @sweetroyalberry, @rafent

[ulircursed]

♡

from this picrew!

name: eleanora triath crimea

gender: female (she/her)

class: pegasus knight (lance) > falcon knight (swords + lance) > seraph knight (swords + lance) + bows! think 3h style kinshi knight +swords just still on a pegasus/falcon

andrei vc, tears in his eyes: finally, a child capable of behaving like nobility for non-assassination purposes. the first member of actual royalty out of the theoretical kids so far, and highly aware of the expectations placed upon her! takes her etiquette lessons very seriously, along with everything else

extremely hard worker, and with minor ullr blood working in her favor, has the battlefield ability to show for it. she has a unique biorhythm pattern (type 0, like her mother, but the 'worst' are replaced by 'bad') to reflect how she tries her best to keep herself on top of things. learned how to shoot bows atop a pegasus through sheer force of will, even though no one in tellius knows how to do this so she would've had no teachers except for her father finding bits of time in his busy schedule to show her the theory/basics

related, but as her name suggests, andrei would've married into elincia's family name, and presumably moved back to tellius with her. as a complete and utter stranger that the queen just. brought back from her stay at the foreign monastery, he had to work extra hard to gain the crimean court's confidence, and since this is something he's hung up on naturally, he would've thrown himself into his work and probably didn't make a lot of time for his daughter as a result

eleanora doesn't make it easy on herself either, having a hard time determining when she can 'let the mask slip', so to speak. has a tendency to downplay any issues in her life with the thought that she should be able to handle it, as the princess blessed with all that she has. even to her parents, she will put on a smile and insist that there is nothing wrong!

has a lot of friends, but has the Dimitri Problem where she feels like the older she gets, the more her friends treat her like her royal highness instead of eleanora. doesn't know how to address it in a healthy manner

if she ever needs to cry, she will go to the stables and hide herself in a tiny corner of her pegasus' stall, and make sure she doesn't make enough noise to alert anyone of her presence. her pegasus is used to this and will not spook at her actions! neither will he comfort her though because i'm not sure pegasi know to do that :'<

[aimlessarchery]

🥂"Congratulations, Lord Python. I caught glimpses of your battle. Would you like another drink?" Elincia offers another glance of bubbly all the same. "Please, never fire at my pegasus. Yes I am here to butter you up but I--" It's difficult to explain to strangers that Chrysaor is the closest thing to family she has left in the world. "Well, I just get really upset seeing animals in pain and I know you're such a sharpshot you could easily aim for me instead!"

Python blinks owlishly at her for a moment, fresh glass in hand. "I appreciate the drink and all, but I wasn't plannin' on shootin' you or your horse any time soon. I mean, we're all on the same side for the rest of the year, right?" Sheesh, horse girls really are a different breed.

[nagaficat]

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

Actually I think she's probably more of a "freeze" type of person!

Deirdre has gotten perhaps a little too used to always having someone there whose first reaction is to go into Protect Mode. She is very protectable! If she freezes, someone will be there to leap to her aid and keep her safe. I based her personal skill in toa off of this concept. And even without a Sigurd or an Arvis to go into wife saving mode, the cowering damsel in distress response is still being reinforced (thank you Forsyth).

Prior to Sigurd though, we do see a flight response from her. She tries to run from the creeps in Marpha and she runs from Sigurd himself. But the more time she is with Sigurd, the more she is able to rely on others for her safety until that becomes the automatic response.

[disgracedvessel]

Disaster’s Portent | Team 4 - Bronze Round

Arena starter for @childofvalla, @arcaeda, @amitieos, & @higaneion

The air smelled alive, the smoky scent of a bonfire but not quite. More sterile. More otherworldly. A flash rent the sky and a great crack followed soon after, startling Julius awake. “Awake,” of course, was not quite the right word once he realized that he was not in his own bed as a storm rolled in, but standing out in the middle of a wide stretch of grassy plains with ominous indigo clouds building overhead. In the distance, a flame flickered at the base of a tree - the result of the lightning strike that had brought his consciousness into lucidity.

He turned to his right with a devilish smile playing across his lips. The words “my dear,” half-formed, died promptly when he realized that the woman who stood nearby was not, in fact, the thunder goddess he had wooed and commanded, but some sapphire-haired knight carrying a lance (not homely by any means, but certainly not his Ishtar). He studied her for a moment while he thought she wasn’t looking, then noted the others that stood around them. Five in total, including himself. One he recognized from a past dream, vaguely; the other three he knew from the academy.

His brown knitted. Had he blacked out during an expedition? Lightning flashed again, thunder cracking behind it, and dragged Julius’ thoughts back to the situation at hand. They were standing in the middle of an open field as a devastating thunderstorm overcame them. Finding cover had to be priority - at least for him - and he took a step back, then another, as he watched the dry grass ignite where the strike had hit.

The lightning lingered longer this time, seeming to congeal into some beastly shape - first arms that ended in hooked claws, then a feline face began to take form. That’s where it stopped. The creature possessed no back half, but it zipped from one place in the air to another faster than the eye could follow. Suddenly aware that he held something in his hands, Julius tore his eyes from the scene long enough to glance down and assess the strange metal L-shaped object. Was it a weapon? It looked like none he had ever seen before, and he pressed down on the hook his index finger rested on. With loud crack like thunder itself, it fired a projectile into the earth in front of him. Julius stared at it.

In the next instant, he raised it toward the creature that had manifested before them and pulled the trigger a second time. The same thunderous bang, but this time the creature let out a pained cry as the projectile shot straight through it.

Julius hits with Imitation Dakka! Roll: 9 + 4 = 13 Thunder Beast takes -1.5HP, inflicted with -3 speed for one turn Current HP: 8.5/10

“Did you see that?” he called out, excitement, pride, and surprise lending a child-like cadence he often tried to hide to his voice. The beast would allow him no time to revel in his beginner’s luck though, and in a single flash, had crossed the entire plains to reappear directly in front of him. It lunged, his eyes widened, and suddenly heat raced through his right arm from shoulder to fingertips.

Thunder Beast hits with Crushing Fangs! Roll: 12 - 4 = 8 Julius takes -1.5HP Current HP: 10.5/12

He dragged his arm - now numb - out from the beast’s mouth and stumbled backwards.

Next: @childofvalla 

[teneguine]

✢⁎. universal collapse

You have turned your back on justice and joined the Dragon and his coterie of imposters… or so he thinks. A threatening “offer you can’t refuse” becomes the opportunity of a lifetime when he bribes you for information and cooperation, opening up a chance for you to feed false information and get some insight into how the group operates. That said, the enigmatic “Al” is said to be an intelligent and calculating man in his own right. Be warned, this may be one of his traps…   [Grants Any Weapon +1]  

“...And that’s when the great hero emerged, his flaming aura full of ice and fury! With one mighty swipe of his blade--SWOOSH!--the Fell Dragon was, er, felled... And the gleaming crown of unending glory forever stood atop his divine head!” 

A pair of mobsters blink. This is evidently a little more than they bargained for.

When they had heard, through heaven’s hell-sent gift, that a pair of faculty members at Garreg Mach intended to defect to their side, they were overjoyed. The prospect of new allies--new fakes--to expand their reach over the continent through its most prominent figurehead was one too good to be true. And that’s because it isn’t. Owain, under his professorial name Oberon Dark, has come to the agreed meeting point (a spot just beyond Arianrhod’s great wall) with one simple task: muddle their minds. His tongue peddles deception like no other, spinning its fancied fables with the kind of flair that only a fool would believe.

But, he was assured, this is indeed a foolish ring--if they believe they can truly slip under the church’s watchful eye. 

With only the moon, two accomplices, and winged Elincia as his witness, he finishes his tale with a grand gesture of his arms. The men... do not look impressed by it. In fact, between scrunched brows and squinted eyes, one clears his throat to challenge the Dark’s ruse. “That’s all well and good,” he heaves, and evidently he does not believe a word of it, “But uh, who were we talkin’ about again? Some Ylissean noble...?”

“I- hey!” shouts Owain, offense coloring the wide-gaping frown on his face, “Weren’t you listening? These are the adventurous exploits of the exalted Owain, Falchion’s next of kin and cousin of Lucina Lowell! Have you... Really not heard of him? There was a book written about him and everything...” 

One gloved hand finds the back of his ruffled hair to sheepishly scratch. Geez, what’s the deal with these guys? The professor was sure they’d at least remember the name. But each of their pensive stares speaks loud and clear: they don’t. 

Figuring there’s not much use bashing his head on this rock, he coughs into his other hand and motions at Elincia. She would be key to getting his point across--to heralding him as the scion of legend he truly is! 

“Well, it just so happens my esteemed colleague is his number one fan!” he stops to swallow a lump in his throat, batting his eyes in a way that tells the Crimean to simply roll with it, “Y-yes, she’s um, president of his fan club! Go on, o feathered one, tell these two of all the heroic feats I-er, Mister Owain, has dedicated his life to!” 

//starter for @amitieos

[fangedjustice]

Be Vewy, Vewy Quiet

Task: Your (their) child fawns over all things cute and fluffy and is absolutely obsessed with rabbits. A live one may be a better gift than one that’s stuffed... Just as the thought occurs to you, you might just suddenly recall a field near the quarry that’s always teeming with rabbits. Figuring out their favorite foods should be enough for you to catch one. Sometimes it pays to be in the dream world! 2d2 Herbs per post.

There was a growing sense of unease as one week rolled into another. Days had gone by in this strange push-pull of knowing or remembering what they had to do, and then getting distracted or otherwise caught up in the tangle of dreams. There was more tension with the growing number of soldiers coming and going, the aliens becoming louder in their differing views as well.

The child that seems to come and go in the house, details murky in Lloyd’s mind beyond that they are related to the instrument maker that shares their workshop, speaks often of the rabbits that live near the quarry. It seems a perfect excuse to get away from the bulk of the city and try to clear his head. More eyes and hands for the endeavor was good, so Elincia and Leonardo join along to the grassy fields that lay beyond the sound of explosions and metal picks against rock. He’d not dealt with Leonardo very closely until now, but surely the skills of an archer brushed up alongside those of a trapper somewhat.

If it were merely hunting, it would be no question, but they were not here for something so simple.

“Have either of you trapped rabbits before?” Lloyd asked over his shoulder, kneeling down briefly to glance over the grassy terrain. Short, brittle grass was closer towards the quarry and its cliffs, but it became softer and more vibrantly green the further into the field it went. There were subtle tracks in the dirt here, small groupings of droppings on little animal paths in the grass. It seemed they had very little to fear here.

@amitieos, @freedomarrow

[areadboar]

🐶 ---- Does your muse get excited easily? Is there someone (or particular people) that make them excited?

As a child, Dimitri was much more expressive with his emotions. The young prince would run wild around the castle, occasionally getting into trouble with his enthusiasm. He didn't mean too, it was just hard to keep still and act proper when there was fun to be had. Of course, he was always excited when his father finished work for the day or returned from a trip. As soon as he spotted his father, he would run and jump straight into King Lambert's arms.

Of course, that all changed after the events of Duscar. Many in Fhirdhad worried over the change they say in the prince. He became quieter, more focussed, channeling his energy into training. This is still largely true, though there are still a few things which can excite Dimitri. Any new information related to finding the perpetrator of the massacre will elicit a strong response from him as well as getting fired up in combat sometimes.

Maybe one day this will change and Dimitri will find new reasons to get excited. . .

for @amitieos and @cleversteel too