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[just-here-to-fight]

Clash of Blue & Red | Hector & Seth

@chevalier-dargent

It wasn’t a surprise to anyone that Hector strongly disliked any type of meeting where he had to be on his best behavior. Unable to challenge anyone to a match if they got on his nerves and being forced to leave his beloved Armads back at Castle Ostia was something that just filled him with agitation. He knew that it was his job now to lead Ostia to its future, but he also understood that he was never going to be the man that his brother Uther was. He didn’t have the same patience and mannerisms that his brother had. Even though he grew a lot during his journey with Eliwood, he was still nowhere near as sophisticated as the Pheraen was.

Hector was still rather young and still had to learn a lot about what it meant to be a Marquess, but he was thankful that he still had his dear and old friend right by his side any time he needed him. However, just because he was slowly learning what it was like to be responsible and trying to get a better control on his impulsivity, didn’t mean that he didn’t still act brash and do or say whatever he felt like. He was working trying to be mindful of the fact that his actions effected more then just him now and that Ostia couldn’t be without someone to guide them if he decided to go off on another adventure just on a whim, but it was still a work in progress.

At the moment he was currently glaring around a lavishly decorated room, wishing that he wouldn’t have told Eliwood that he was invited to this stupid, boring meeting as well. He could have been back at home, training with his axe and trying to avoid some of the boring responsibilities that he had until he was forced into his study to work on it. Instead, he was stuck being surrounded by a mixture of generals and other high-ranking nobles from various other areas. He wasn’t even sure what the meeting was about to begin with, but he knew that the moment he stepped through the doors he was already ready to leave.

He felt his fingers twitch at his sides as he heard another ear grating laugh that was far to fake and well timed to be real. He knew that he looked like a social outcast, standing in a corner by himself, sporting a rather menacing face but he couldn’t find it in himself to care at the moment, even though he knew he should. These people were all individuals he knew that he was going to have to interact with again and that he should at least try to pretend and play nice with, but he wasn’t one to trade niceties just because he was supposed to.

He hated having to pretend that he was friends with everyone when he knew that there was only *one* person he was truly friends with. These people wouldn’t have his back the same way that Eliwood did and he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to trust a single one of them to come to his aid if he needed it. He huffed to himself, muttering angrily under his breath as he scanned the room once more, silently hoping that Eliwood would finish socializing with some other nobles and save him some reprieve from this hellish meeting, but that didn’t seem like it was going to be the case.

“Guess I’ll have to find some way to entertain myself that doesn’t involve getting into a fight.” He grumbled to himself as he started making his way towards a table that was filled with food. “Hopefully there’s something here that I’ll actually be able to eat.”

[pheraescourage]

A Birthday Submission by @chevalier-dargent

A letter arrives by courier in a prestine envelope, with the crest of Renais stamped into the wax seal, enclosed is this:

Dear Lord Eliwood,

On this day, the day of your birth, I hope that you are granted continued health and vigor for the coming year. I wish you all of the laughter and love of those fortunate to call you friend, and that your lands enjoy unprecidented bounty. I pray that you see your son grow up to be strong and that you nor he never lack for companionship should you wish it. May the richness with which you fill the lives of others be granted doubly onto you and your house. 

Yours Sincerely,

General Seth

Royal Renais Guard

P.S. I heard of your fondness for apples, so I have sent along a batch of apple-cinnamon tarts from the kitchens. Renais has the perfect climate for growing such fruits. Please enjoy and send my best to young Master Roy.

When you look up from the letter, the courier has pulled out a small round tin, roughly one hand-span in diameter.

[dreamsofknighthood]

🍨+ Seth

Magvel Layer Cake

This cake is very well-presented. Layer upon layer of different sponges make up a formal, distinguished and complex dessert; with every layer you taste something new. At the centre, however, is a soft and pleasant jam, almost as if the cake is making you work to get there.

Dusted with icing sugar for a final touch.

Generally served alone, but is sometimes served as part of a trio of desserts, where it is always the centrepiece (local folklore says it keeps the others safe).

[ladyoftactics]

((I’ve been seeing this meme floating around that’s a Twitter tag. I don’t have a Twitter, but I wanted to participate anyway. Basically you’re supposed to take a screenshot of your home screen on Heroes, and draw the character on the left in the attire of the character on the right. As you can see, I cheated a bit as an excuse to draw Robyn so I can post it here.))

@chevalier-dargent Have a Robyn dressing as Seth

[jehannasands-blog]

Foundations

@chevalier-dargent

It either took a lot of skill or a lot of luck to beat a swordmaster and, considering how miserably Ismaire fought against the Hoshidan guard a few days ago, she gathered it might have just been the archer’s lucky day. A scowl tugged on the corners of her lips as the sting of wounds yet fully healed conjured forth memories of that unfortunate visit. ‘What an eyesore,’ the former Queen scoffed, turning on her heel as if to physically leave her thoughts behind her, though what exactly she considered an ‘eyesore’ her pride would not allow her to specify.

It was one thing to train and be outmatched but another altogether to fall short from a lack of practice, and Ismaire would never come close to losing another battle due to the latter ever again. How long had it been since she made enough time to train with someone? The answer to that was shameful. It was no wonder then that the mysterious blade that sat sheathed upon her hip would not call her its master -- but she could get it to. Even if it was the last thing she ever did this damned sword would heed her every command eventually.

Step one to that end was feeling comfortable with it in her hand. In pursuit of that, Ismaire figured she had to start where all students began: at square one. And who better to guide her through the very foundations of swordplay than one of Magvel’s finest soldiers? Though their styles of combat were on polar opposite sides of the spectrum -- and he more than likely would not be able to help her tame the wind sword directly -- there was no doubt in Ismaire’s mind that one so...classically trained would serve her best in revisiting the basics.

“General Seth,” the Queen Mother greeted as he was escorted to where she awaited him on Jehanna Hall’s training grounds. Her demeanor spoke of her usual regal composure despite an annoyance with herself simmering just beneath the surface of her ever pleasant smile. “I must thank you for coming all this way on my behalf. As your student today, I ask that you please hold nothing back.”

[beyondthegods-blog1]

red pepper meme here!: x

Luthier-mun said six peppers, so that totals up to 13! I am not sure as to what to do if it goes over, so I will make the perfectly fine assumption of 6+7: a Red Savina pepper, followed by the Carolina Reaper.

delthea is going to have plenty of fun

Pepper-eating under cut.

Burning. This was what fire felt like every time she cast the spell, except it was in her unprotected mouth instead of from her experienced, callused hands. Delthea was gasping for air; the burn was insane, and she could feel it from her lips and throat. 

Tears pooled in her eyes and sweat began to drip from her back. What the hell did the shopkeep give her? She thought that these peppers would be like the bell peppers they would have every once in a while: sweet and tasty, not these peppers that killed her mouth and throat and stomach and everything.

Her face was red as she glared at the shopkeep, who still, oddly, had a calm smile on their face. “Water. I-Is there water?”

No movement.

Delthea pouted. The burning wasn’t going away. “Hurry up!” She stomped on the dusty ground, raising her voice to a loud whine. The burn hurt, and all she needed was water, just a nice, cold glass of water-

“Here, miss!” Someone else handed her a small object, just around the size of the original pepper. It felt odd in her hands, and she couldn’t help but feel suspicious until they claimed, “This should help with the burn! I-I’m from Archanea, and these peppers are very common there. Trust me, this really does help.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. Forgetting her “thank you”s and manners, she took a huge bite of the burn remedy.

Her mouth felt fine at first, as if there was nothing different about this pepper. She was ready to ask them if she needed to take another bite, but the second wave of pain and death hit her mouth. It was worse than when she had taken a bite of the first pepper, and all her body wanted to do was to get the “remedy” out of her system.

Delthea was jumping around as she spat the Carolina Reaper onto the ground. Drool was spilling out of her mouth; she was attempting to spit the spiciness away, but nothing seemed to be working. Her mouth was numb, and her stomach felt ready to burn away. She gagged - right in front of her favorite stand, the chocolate one - wanting to get rid of all of the burn and pepper.

By Mila, how she wanted to slaughter both the shopkeep and the random stranger. If these torture devices really were from Archanea, then perhaps she would never want to visit.

Ever.

But she could do that later. Right now, she had to focus on the endless stinging sensation that filled her mouth and the pain that she believed was worse than being hit by whatever spell on the battlefield.

[astral-heir-blog]

Athelstan

[Athelstan: My muse will admit something they feel conflicted about to yours]

To say Renais– and by extension, all of Magvel– was incredible would be an understatement. Everywhere Larcei looked, there was a smiling face to behold and something new to see. The fields had been lush, the animals well-fed, and it almost seemed a paragon of perfection, a place that every kingdom should strive to be. She had to hand it to whoever ruled the place; they could possibly give Shannan a run for his money.

The reason she was here was because the ship she’d hopped on from southern New Thracia was bound for it before sailing back to the Miletos District, her actual destination. Larcei’s stay was only temporary, but she fully intended to enjoy herself in the meantime; she had a few days, according to the captain.

Renais itself was a bit further inland, but Larcei decided it’d be worth the trip, and she’d been right.

The first thing she noticed when they met was that he towered over her. She’d been shopping about like anyone else when he arrived. However, it was a blur as to how it got to this point, like she was hardly paying attention to their conversation. Strange how much of a kinship Larcei felt toward him; a stoic man with an even more stoic manner, hiding unbridled emotion beneath a stiff but polite demeanor, compared to her: a hothead of nothing but emotion.

The apparently-famous General Seth of Renais… How fitting, Larcei thought.

They were standing side by side beneath the shade tree, observing two children playing on the nearby hill. She’d bought a package of baked bread rolls with her gold and was going through them one at a time. Finishing her first, she started on her second. A large bite, followed by slow and thoughtful chewing.

The first child, a small boy, had tripped trying to tackle the other boy to the ground. She smiled, remembering a similar incident with her and Ulster. It was back in Tirnanog; he’d never been able to catch her in their races, but they still raced anyway.

She wondered how he was doing back home; it was hard to say goodbye when she went to search for their mother. He didn’t try to stop her, but she knew what he thought of her decision.

Breaking her train of thought, Larcei spoke. “General Seth, do you–” she swallowed the bite before continuing– “do you ever think you’re chasing after the ghosts of the past?”

[littlewolfofaltea-blog]

3, 8, 12, 15

3. what was the worst thing in your character’s life?

Well, you see, there are a number of things that sort of compete for the Worst Thing In Marth’s Life: two wars, one right after the other; absolutely Everything about his father...

His current answer is probably going to be “almost losing Elice, Twice.”

8. how many friends does your character have?

Marth considers almost everyone he has interacted with in some way before a Friend. Difference in station, age, etc doesn’t matter to him, nor does it really matter how often he talks to them - if they’ve talked a few times, in a friendly manner, they’re friend.

As for people he’s actually close to, in a manner that could be defined as friendship - Merric (of course), Gordin, Nyna, Tiki, Maria, Caeda (being in love with her and considering her a friend are not mutually exclusive), Xane (see Caeda)... he probably considers Minerva a friend, though he also finds her Slightly Intimidating.

FERPwise he also considers Eirika to be A Friend, or at least, someone he would like to have as A Friend.

12 was answered here.

15. what is your character afraid of?

The Dark; death, especially of people he cares about. Also loud thunder noises, but like, storm thunder as opposed to Thunder Tomes.