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      “And, here we are~” The Count of Fayre stepped down from his carriage, and turned.  Gerik stepped out first, and instantly knew this man couldn’t be anything but pure royalty.  His estate was massive, and the land was well-maintained.  He couldn’t just be a Count.  Marisa stepped down, ignoring the hand of the Count, offered in chivalry.  He simply smiled at her, which only strengthened her want to cut his lips off.  Tethys, however, took his hand, politely.  Once she was down, Ewan was out of the carriage as fast as he could, nearly falling onto his face.  Saleh, however, caught his robe, and made sure he didn&#

The ride took a few hours, with no words spoken in the meantime.  Ganondorf, his towering form casting a long shadow over her, kept his eyes straight ahead, whilst Midna would occasionally glance in his direction, but wouldn’t speak.  Not yet, anyway.  When she finally spoke, she said, “This way...”  Leading the Light Half of Ganondorf into a small village, the Twili Queen dismounted her steed.  The Gerudo Prince followed suit, and walked behind her.      The duo quietly walked past various people, all of which stayed from their path.  The frightening figure of Ganondorf, and th

      The Heron Prince smiled politely, and said, carefully, “Both very good names, you two...”  Ephraim felt the disarming nature of the...  Thing before him.  He stayed on guard, but lowered his weapon fully.  Eirika spoke, as her brother wasn’t too keen on doing so, as of current.  “...Thank you, Lord Reyson...  Um...”  She gazed at Skrimir, who growled a bit.  The princess could feel Myrrh hiding behind them, showing her timidity, and noted Nasir’s gaze, which was focused on the little wings of the Manakete behind her.  She moved more in front

      As the powder whisked the Knight away from danger, he scowled.  He needed a weapon.  One he could keep with him and that was his style of weapon.  A large blade or spear would do perfectly.  As the light around him faded, he quickly took in his surroundings, just in case he was still in danger.  He saw nothing of the sort.  Only a city alleyway.  Sighing in relief, the man removed his helmet, running his gauntleted hand through his raven hair.  He could still feel the pulsation of the construct that contained his soul forcing his body to live.  Only barely had he managed to escape the insane druid’s grasp, and he didn’t plan

Name: Youta Asahi Aliases: None Age: 17 Race: Human Height: 5'9" Weight: 142lbs Sex: Male Faction: None Occupation: Demon Slayer Appearance - Hair Color: Light Blue Eye Color: Blue Facial Features: Has one or two difficult to see marks on his face from fights and scuffles he has gotten into since he and his twin brother were young.  His facial features, like his body, are rather thin, indicating an androgynous set of parents, or a lack of testosterone in the womb Bodily Features: Thin, but this belies decent strength.  He is also quite quick.  Tends to wear similar attire to his twin brother, as it makes it far more difficult

     Eliwood’s blade clashed against Ike’s, the din of metal hitting metal echoing out as the crowd cheered for the couple, believing an easy win for them against the two newcomers.  As Lyndis darted past him, Ike took a swing at her, his fist missing easily.  However, it forced her to divert her path just slightly, and gave Soren a bit more time.  Spinning with his punch, Ike brought Ettard around and clashed it against Durandal once more.  As the two swordsmen brought their blades to bear against the other, Lyndis chased down Soren, as the mage continued to dodge about her, throwing spells at her.  They were easy for her to dodg

      “Fucking hell…  How are you still coming so hard?”  Hector spoke the question silently, to himself.  Both he and Ike were fighting still, even after thirty minutes.  Yet, this warrior never seemed to tire!  Coupled with the wounds he had taken, Ike shouldn’t be standing, in Hector’s eyes.  The warrior had taken just as many wounds, and was feeling the fatigue.  The style that Ike was using was unusual, and could only be described best by being called ‘suicidal’.  He’d never backed down from a blow, only tried to maneuver around it.

      Light shone brightly from the knight as the words pierced the suddenly quiet air.  “Eclipse...”  Drawing back the spear, the knight gathered an otherworldly power into it, which radiated out.  Frozen in place, as if by fear, Libra watched as the knight prepared to strike.  “No...!”  The knight sensed the sudden, supreme danger, and quickly prepared himself for the strike.  He wasn’t prepared, however, for what hit him.  A dragon.  “Tiki...!  Nice timing...”  Chrom said as he stood.  The original shockwave from the knight had left the Exalt slightly wobbly, but he managed to right himself.    

      Another of the fallen.  Resurrecting these people and giving them back their memories was too tiring and boring for him.  Though not a perfect process, the gain outweighed the risk immensely.  The man sneered, as he began resurrecting a man known as The Mad King of Daein.  Ashnard.  He’d come so close to freeing Yune, but failed in the end.  That didn’t matter.  Twelve years ago, he’d failed, and nine years ago, three years after Ashnard, Lehran succeeded.      Placing the deceased Mad King on a tablet, the man, thought to be vanquished, began looking him over.  His name was Nergal.  A druid of immense power and ambi

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