#radiantpriamos

[avemaera]

“Hey Arvis!” Priam hadn’t come to the barbecue because he’d seen a flyer- he’d smelled it on the way by. He slapped Arvis’s shoulder good naturedly. “Thanks for celebrating… whatever this is. I’ll take two of each of everything you’re cooking.”

arvis puffed out his chest with pride at the bluenette haired taller man. "a pleasure you could join us, priam." arvis siad, in the Fire Emblem Heroes™ pronunciation.

he put on his 'i'll feed all you fuckers' apron and made priamy a plate of food

"let's just say, i put it down on the grill."

[boundlesshart]

priam&claude boel r1

pillow fight with @radiantpriamos (continued from here)

Priam stared in disbelief as Claude healed from the measly cut he’d dealt him. Unless he landed a hugely successful hit, nothing would stick, and to do that, he’d have to land several in a row, fighting Claude’s regeneration with the wind sword’s own piddly build.

“I thought you were better than this,” he muttered to the sword. He gave it one last swing. He was unable to counter Claude from the stretch of land away that Claude had fired at him, so he swung at the air again, watching it travel to Claude.

> Priam Round 3 Attack Roll: 15, hit. -0.5 damage. Claude HP: 4.5/5. Priam HP: 4.5/5

Claude hadn’t managed to get him yet, but Priam figured he was fighting an uphill battle with a slope that continually steepened. It didn’t matter how much muscle he put behind the wind sword swing, it only whooshed through the air with a light whee! to little effect.

Well, he was in it for the long haul.

Not running? He did say he was a gladiator or whatever... open jeers and mind games would be par for the course. Priam catches up quick, swinging his sword to send a gust of wind magic.

Round 3 attack: Priam deals 0.5 damage! Claude HP: 4.5/5

Claude braces himself, feeling his meager resistance guard against this spell. A ranged attack, as if he needed more reasons to get as much distance between them as he can. A height advantage won’t work–standing still is the last thing Claude needs. If this guy could be slower...

Two arrows get pulled from the quiver, nocked and aimed at Priam’s legs. Claude risks precious seconds by slowing down, ensuring that he could get the perfect shot...

Close Counter activates! Round 3 counterattack: Roll: 18 + 4 = 22, hit. -0.5 damage. Claude heals +0.5HP, Claude HP 5/5

Round 2 attack: Roll: 16 + 4 = 20, hit. 0.5 damage

Two arrows fire in quick succession, and yet again a healing energy flows through Claude’s veins. With renewed energy, now’s the perfect time for a good plan to get him out of this mess...

...the woods? The cover is appealing, but it’ll be hard to rush through the unbeaten path. Not to mention, just the thought of having to aim through knotted tree trunks and bowing branches immediately annoys Claude. But Priam doesn’t seem all that skilled with this sword of his... a melee fighter, out of his element with a ranged weapon. Branches and leaves are annoying for a seasoned archer–for a guy like him, it’ll be infuriating.

And so Claude heads for the woods, relying on past memory to guide him through.

[ulircursed]

“Hey, care for a spar?” If you wanted to get to know someone, a spar was the only way to do it. Until blades crossed and eyes locked, the intensity of a soul was too tame to be known.

Priam also only really had one other setting. “Unless you’re hungry, there’s a decent tavern in town.” He nodded to Andrei, deferring to his preference. “Remember when we were deployed out there together? Been so long and I haven’t gotten to catch up with you. How you been?”

     The sight of Priam’s approach elicited faint recognition from Andrei, the archer lowering the bow he’d been practicing with and turning to face the other. The mission itself was difficult to forget, but aside from a cursory chat while traveling towards Enbarr, he hadn’t ended up having much occasion to interact with the swordsman amidst the investigation and subsequent pursuit.

     He did remember, though, that a spar had been the first thing the man had asked of him last time as well. Considering his offer to ‘catch up’, perhaps he was just one of those hot-blooded individuals who considered a friendly clashing of swords to be some sort of greeting or bonding experience.

     Unfortunately, Andrei was not one of those individuals.

     “I’m afraid I’ve little expertise in melee weaponry that would come close to being a satisfactory match for your sword,” he replied coolly. The lance was the only other weapon he would claim to know anything about, and even then only a basic knowledge.

     Neither was he particularly hungry, and even if he were, the tavern wouldn’t be his ideal place to visit. Andrei frowned in thought. If Priam was going through the trouble of giving him options, then this might be beyond a casual offer. “Was there something in particular you wished to discuss with me, or is this merely a social call?” he asked.

[nagaficat]

home haircut

Deirdre recognizes Priam as they both are leaving the cafeteria one day. She hasn't yet had the change to properly introduce herself but she's heard quite a bit about him. He has earned Arvis's respect and that makes her curious about her fellow student.

"Hello Priam!" she greets him with a wave and a smile. "Lord Arvis speaks highly of you and I'd like to have the chance to introduce myself properly. I am Lady Deirdre and I hope that we can be friends."

She pauses and stares. His bangs are horribly crooked. It doesn't even look as though scissors were used to cut them but that would just be absurd. When she realizes she's been staring too long, she blushes and quickly looks at her feet. "Oh dear please forgive me for staring. I had just noticed your... interesting hairstyle."

@radiantpriamos

[hresvelged]

armored down

One of the discoveries the Faerghus elite are most excited about is the site of an old stronghold lain in ruins. The main problem, when it comes to excavating, is the fact the better part of the place is submerged. And yet, at a closer glance, it appears that this is perhaps no coincidence. Having stumbled across a set of strange metallic armours covered in algae and connected to the surface by long tubes, it’s been determined these could be used to delve into the under… [Grants Heavy Armor +1]

Whether it be the prospect of weapons once used in the Kingdom or something else entirely, the discovery of a stronghold piqued the princess’s interest. She agreed to join this mission for a multitude of reasons, but what she didn’t know was what their sight would look like once they arrived.

Edelgard bent forward and gripped onto the sides of a rather odd piece of armor- From the looks of it, it’s clear to see it hadn’t been touched in quite some time. When she began to lift it upwards, the sheer force made it evident that there was more than what she could see on a surface level. Lilac eyes scanned the antiquated item, moving one hand to touch the surface of the water before quickly extracting it. 

Truth be told, she wasn’t too thrilled at the thought of stepping foot into submerged lands. It was rather dark on the surface below. The only thing she would be able to grip onto was those rather lengthy tubes connected onto some of the armor.

A weakness of hers, she knows. She placed down the armor and turned to Priam as she said, “The armor here alone is a clear indicator that this has been around for quite some time.”

Taking a step away, Edelgard let out a tiny sigh and added, “As for how long.. I couldn’t say. In any case, it’s clear enough there’s more than what we can see from where we stand.” She was more familiar with the Empire’s defenses than she was the Kingdom’s, but it was evident enough that someone wanted whatever they could find.

@radiantpriamos​

[ordelion]

Itching for Something Real - Lysithea & Priam

  “Haaaayah!”                       “Oughf!”

                     “HUUUURGH!”                     “AAUUUGHH!”

“M-MIASMA!”

Out of all of the voices in the training field, loud and brash and full of vigor, one in particular managed to both be the hardest to hear and yet, the most prominent of them all. Far off from the gruff shouts of the other melee fighters in the sparring ring, a lonely, white-haired young mage was casting spells against a series of practice targets and specialized dummies. Lysithea Von Ordelia, magician and academic extraordinaire, and currently, an enjoyer of that primal glee of human destruction. She was alone - it was far too early in the day for the other night-owl magicians to be out practicing - but she didn’t seem to mind it. Her focus was on her magics, specifically in honing her aim, and what an aim it was! She cast some fierce blasts of dark magic at a few targets, followed by a nasty jolt of lightning shocking a string of dummies, frying their cloth. Not one attack missed. Although magic-resistant, these dummies had clearly taken a serious beating already by her hand, and she was eager to keep it up. As much as Lysithea was reluctant to admit it, she did love the flashy side of magics- the visceral feeling of seeing all your hard work made a real change in the world through a rather beautiful, and terrifying, display.

Footsteps.

Her next spell fizzled away in her hand, an instinctive reaction for safety purposes. Such sounds were not unusual in the arena, but they were far heavier than the typical footsteps of your average mage coming to do some practice, and closer than the distant noises of battle. Few fighters tended to this corner of the ring, for fear of being blasted into oblivion. She glanced back, covering her eyes with her hand to block out the sun and try to make out the approaching figure, squinting with some curiosity. Who could this gutsy fellow be? @radiantpriamos

[aegisshielded]

Sword Boys Will Be Sword Boys

Continuation from here...

radiantpriamos:

Being a regular in the training grounds meant getting to know other regulars yourself. Priam was in the habit of focusing on only himself to train, but it was like his time in Chrom’s army nagged at him just a little, reminding him there could be something good found if he raised his eyes to look around. No, he still didn’t like group drills, but sometimes there was someone around to catch his eye.

Felix. They hadn’t spoken, and he only knew how to match the name to the face in passing. He paused his own training to observe Felix’s relentless training, reminding him of himself when he was younger, yet at the same time not at all like how he was. The energy in his movements was as zealous as any man’s could be, but his eyes… that was how they were different. Felix seemed to be seeing something Priam couldn’t.

“You train hard. It’s like you’ve got a vendetta against that training dummy in particular.” He knew it wasn’t, but it did no one any good to pry. Inner demons were one’s own. Priam kept Ragnell on his person at all times, but picked up a training sword, figuring it was better for a fair spar. “Dunno what’s driving you, but I can admire your strength, and dedication. You too worn out for a match against something that swings back, or are you up to the challenge?” Priam grinned, rolling his shoulders casually and stretching his arms forward. “I don’t intend to lose.” Ever.

As soon as the fellow Blue Lions student opened their mouth, Felix immediately decided that he did not like the guy much. He could, however, respect the man’s audacity in challenging him to a dueling spar. Felix clicked his tongue against his teeth in annoyance, already having been training for some few hours now. He was by no means exhausted, but he certainly was not at his top stamina. 

But he wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, either. 

"Are you that bored on your own?" Felix asked with raised brow. However, he stepped away from the training dummy and approached the other, the training sword still in hand. "Very well. You’re right that it’s better to spar with something that can actually fight back. Let’s see what you’ve got, and maybe you’ll stop looking like a nameless face in the Blue Lions crowd." Felix felt a competitive smirk pull at the corner of his mouth, the prospect of a good fight making him feel near-giddy. It wasn’t often that he got to spar with someone who actually looked like they knew what they were doing, after all. 

"I don’t intend to lose either, just so we’re clear."

@radiantpriamos

[macawbre]

{ death onto death || Priam & Henry

#Your party is fending off the zombies around the perimeter and searching for clues when bizarre, spider-like beasts rise up from the snow all around you. You try to fight them, but your weapons bounce right off, so your only choice is to escape. Hop on the fastest horse you can get your hands on and hope it can outrun this new threat. [Grants +1 Riding]

"AHAHA~" /Run./ He imparted a cautionary warning without a word— his breath unraveling the bindings that tightly wound over his own vassal of a body. /Run./ The adrenaline simmered as it burned, emptiness crackling through his fingers into a tangible almost and an intangible goodbye. The smell of blood, dry and rotten, reeked of flesh long dead. And he laughed and laughed, spinning sigils that glowed ethereal as a means to lure death into death. Zombies were easy. Zombies were thoughtless. 

His spells wove the godless kind of prayer that only laughter could understand, because there were always rumors that if there were any gods at all the first emotion they learned was to laugh. In a blaring void of darkness, he cast Death onto death, hearing their screeches curtail abruptly. As his spells fizzled into an implosion, the zombies had their lifeless color swallowed whole and torn apart— torn in a way where the string that kept them on earth would snap. "Now this? THIS IS FUN, AHAHA~"

Just as his unperturbed laughter glittered the battlefield, the ground came up right from under them... and then came the spiders. Not just any spiders. The kind that wouldn't take a hit, no matter how many spells he threw at it. Grimacing for just a moment, he signaled to Priam. "Hey! Priam, buddy! I~ Don't~ Think~ This~ Is~ Working~!" Other comrades were already shuffling in terrified yelps, hopping onto their horses and making their way out of the village. Fortunately, they had evacuated most of the villagers before this, but... "Let's go! Crows have to fly sometime, you know!"

"I'll hitch a ride with you, so saddle up!"

@radiantpriamos