Chapter 6: Whereabouts Unknown      Chapter 8: The Dread Isle

Blahhhhh this chapter also took a long time to write. Partly because I was actually busy with work stuff and partly because I’m trying still again to fix my sleep schedule and it’s tiring (ha). I did rearrange my room so my bed’s under the window. Now it feels like a whole new room, somehow. XD Also my computer is now stationed at my armchair so hopefully it’ll be a tiny bit better for my musculoskeletal health than before.

Chapter 7: The Pirate Ship

“The whoziwhat?” Hector asked. “Lyn, you have a legion?”

Lyn shook her head even as she chased Kent and Sain. “Just a silly thing from last year.”

Ceniro ran beside her, and glanced back at his resources. “Florina, give Lyn a lift. Lowen, get Erk up there. Priscilla, you too. There’s a lot of armour knights up there and Sain’s going to be pummelled without you two.”

Sure enough, Sain’s wild charge had been halted at a line of heavily armoured footsoldiers. His horse pranced, reflecting the agitation of its rider. Sain screamed in frustration and flung his lance at a soldier, disturbingly accurately, and drew his sword – a tactically suicidal move. Florina swished past, and Lyn leapt from the pegasus’s back and rolled, coming up in a crouch with her sword gripped ready behind her. Ceniro placed himself at the entrance to the throne room and began barking orders. Continue reading →

Chapter 5: Noble Lady of Caelin        Chapter 7: Pirate Ship

So, this chapter is not my best writing, and I got stuck at the end, because I’m going to be meen to Sain (oh Sain, darling, don’t worry, it’s only temporary) but I wasn’t sure how to work it in and my inventiveness was starting to fail the battle. Then I started listening to the Path of Radiance battle tunes and I think things have been straightened out again now. Still, I didn’t write very much today.

This chapter is short, but the next chapter is going to be super long, even with glossing over the fight at Badon. You have been warned.

I also went out and bought a new sketchbook, and I’m going to learn to draw because argh there is not enough good fanart of the characters I like. Must- add- to- sum- of- fanart! D: Although so far I’ve managed to draw both Sain and Kent with their hair parted on the wrong side. : P Oh well? I also managed to draw Salir and Ceniro somewhat okay. Ceniro’s getting a tiny bit of a redesign. I mean, he is once I learn to draw gooder.

I’m also considering a clean up of the whole blog. THE WHOLE BLOG. Since I don’t get any visitors, I don’t think anyone will miss it if I clear out the worst of the archives. Dissenters, speak now or forever hold your peace! Continue reading →

Chapter 4: False Friends      Chapter 6: Whereabouts Unknown

So much banter in this chapter. Not to mention Wil becoming Doge. Oh dear. Yay, Lyn is back! And the rest of the boys! Let the awkward love triangles commence! Heehee.

One more for tonight! I’m very close to a total of 40,000 words, although this particular story is still only around 15,000. I’ll probably try to get 50,000 on this story and that will fulfill my NaNo… uh… 50,000 words on one story goal. Or something.

Listening to the FE9 soundtrack, because it’s not so bad once you get past all the stupid reverb they added to hide the fact that they’re using synthesized instruments. An overkill of overcompensation. Continue reading →

Chapter 3: In Search of Truth      Chapter 5: Noble Lady of Caelin

Wow, such a difficult chapter to write. I don’t know why. But the next chapter is looking back up, possibly because LYN’S BACK LYN’S BACK also all the Sain, plz. And Kent. And Florina. And Wil. Yay. *snuggles* And I guess we pick up the Wilrina…? Is that a good ship name? I don’t know. I’m being silly. Let’s keep writing.

Talons Alight is snuck in between these two chapters, but it seriously adds no plot besides “Eubans wuz here except not really” so it’s a bit glossed over. The important part is that Florina’s pegasus sits on Hector five days later.

Chapter 4: False Friends

Ceniro was passing through the halls of Santaruz Castle, on his way to the courtyard to meet the rest of his group, averting his eyes from all the strange people around him, when he heard a cough.

“Ceniro.”

He turned and looked around in confusion, but only saw a guard in Santaruz colours. He blinked at him, and then his eyes widened in realization. Continue reading →

Chapter 2: Bird of a Feather      Chapter 4: False Friends

Will start the next chapter, but probably won’t finish it until tomorrow. Still, we’re trucking along, here. And I am going through way too much chocolate. XD (Oh Cadbury, you are both delicious and affordable.) Also roasted seaweed. (mmmmm.)

Despite the battle being a pain to write, I actually enjoyed large parts of this chapter. Also I cracked (in total wordcount) over 30,000 words, so we’re in great shape.

Next chapter! Ceniro’s little brother! Erk! Conspiracy! More fighting, because this is a strategy game! Erik is a dramallama! And more!

Also tomorrow I am going to go hear Les Choristes sing at lunchtime, because Jen Moir’s choirs are great. (She should totally start a website called Jen Moir’s Choirs. I think it would be a hit. 😀 ) Continue reading →

Chapter 1: Taking Leave         Chapter 3: In Search of Truth

Whoop whoop, another chapter done. Two more on their way! I’m getting all kinds of plot twists and connections that never occurred to me before. Good thing I didn’t try to write this when I was younger, lol.

Happy November 5? Or whatever? Look, have some Gullac, go party. I gotta write.

Chapter 2: Birds of a Feather

“Eliwood,” Ceniro said hesitantly, early in the morning on the next day. “You were saying Lord Helman, Marquess Santaruz, is a good friend of your father’s, right?”

“Yes, I’ve known him since I was a child. He’s like an uncle to me.”

“If we’re worried about Laus’s military, perhaps we could ask him to help provide us with an escort?”

“That’s a good idea,” Eliwood answered. “When my father left a month ago, he took twenty of the best knights of Pherae with him, and none returned. I left the rest at home to guard mother. I only really need Marcus and Lowen.”

“I understand.” Continue reading →

Vol. 2: The Tactician and the Jewel: Chapter 10: The Farseer         Chapter 2: Birds of a Feather

Okay! It’s NaNoWriMo again, and having written about twenty thousand words on a Jarvis fic (which may or may not end up here) and about three thousand on a Clintasha fic (abandoned for the moment as I can’t get into their messed-up heads or lives, despite having read a ton of fanfic about them), I’m beginning the first big project, which is of course the finishing of the Rekka no Ken novelization. Which is Fire Emblem 7, for those of you keeping track. I’ll try to get the first ten or so chapters done, and then maybe take a break. I think Vol. 3 (this one) might be actually longer than ten chapters, considering that it takes ten chapters to go to the Dread Isle and back for the first time, and the Black Fang doesn’t really get revealed until after that; and the dragons don’t come in until closer to the end… so this might be a bit more irregular than the first two ‘books’.

I’m greatly looking forward to finishing this story, and it’s not going to follow most of the dialogue, because I find most of it stilted. I love Hector’s dialogue, however… not to mention Hector’s shirtless body…

Pairings! For those of you interested in that sort of thing: Eliwood/Ninian, Ceniro(tactician)/Lyn/Hector, Florina/Wil, Fiora/Kent, Farina/Dart, Sain/Salir(OC), Rebecca/Lowen, Pent/Louise, Heath/Priscilla, Matthew/Leila, Bartre/Karla, Nino/Jaffar, Isadora/Harken, Ephidel/Limstella – pretty standard vanilla pairings for the most part, but hey, nothin’ wrong with that. : ) And not all of these might make a solid appearance. Certain things like Bartre/Karla you might just have to take on faith seeing as FE6 is the way it is if you know what I mean. (Hey, it’s 4am, who said I had to be coherent?)

So here goes. Thank you to the internet for giving me the game text, so I don’t have to actually play it and record it by hand and then not use it anyway. XD Continue reading →

Chapter 9: Holy Maiden          Rekka no Ken: Vol 3: The Tactician and the Black Fang: Chapter 1: Taking Leave

Chapter 10: The Farseer

Pent walked forward and touched the ice that sealed in Eshan. The defeated lord’s eyes were nearly bugged out. Pent’s eyebrow twitched and he turned away.

Yodel bent to pick up the Holy Maiden Staff and touched it to Pent’s shoulder. The staff glowed a little, and Pent’s colour returned and he didn’t cough anymore. Yodel went next to Roger and then Erk.

“I hope you are unharmed, Your Majesty,” Pent said to King Mordred, who was cleaning and sheathing his silver sword.

King Mordred nodded. “I am, and so are my wife and son. We are completely shocked, Reglay, completely and utterly shocked. What could have happened to Lord Eshan?”

“Lust for power,” Pent answered. “I still can’t understand what was going through his head…”

“But if you had not come, we do not think we would be alive now. Eshan would not only have taken over Elimine’s Church, he would have usurped the monarchy.” The door of the throne room came unlocked and several troops of guards poured through. Douglas motioned to them to take the iced-up Eshan away.

Pent bowed. “It is always my duty to serve Etruria.” Continue reading →

Chapter 8: The Cost of an Amethyst     Chapter 10: The Farseer

Chapter 9: Holy Maiden

It was dawn the day after the next when Pent and his company finally reached Aquleia. The day intervening had led them to Deis, where Ocery’s son Roger not only approved his soldiers’ travelling with Pent, but enthusiastically joined them. He was understandably furious at Pent for the death of his father, but the allure of an adventure with possible battlefield action against Lord Eshan excited him even more. Phil, his captain, and Paul, the second in command, had their hands full trying to keep their young lord calm enough to react reasonably to anything. He seemed most unwilling to listen to anything Ceniro said, even after both Phil and Paul told of how well he directed the group. Ceniro shrugged at the two guards after a twenty minute discussion with all three of them.

“It’s all right. Just stick to him like limpets and make sure he doesn’t get swamped. He should be able to take care of himself; just point him in the right direction.”

Phil nodded. “Will do.”

So at evening, they had set up their growing multitude of tents by the road almost two hours ride from Aquleia. Pent had tried to use the contact staff to talk to Douglas, but nothing happened.

The next morning, bright and early, they were entering the white towered city of Aquleia, the centre and jewel of Etruria, and found it in turmoil. The citizens were standing around, buzzing like angry bees; ordinary business was conducted, but an air of tension and excitement pervaded everything.

“Interesting,” Pent commented. “Eshan’s not interested in the common folk, and they’re not certain what to do yet. I suppose we shall see what happens later. Let’s see if we’re stopped heading for the castle.”

They were not stopped along the road to the castle, and indeed when they reached the castle gate, it was devoid of guard except a lone pair of soldiers with Eshan’s livery, who scurried away as soon as the armed group swept up. Continue reading →

Chapter 7: Siege of Castle Wrigley     Chapter 9: Holy Maiden

Chapter 8: The Cost of an Amethyst

Pent and the ten other riders with him arrived at Lesil’s castle a few hours later. It was night, but the moon shone brightly. It was tall and not wide, with no moat but a fearsome gate. Fiora had led them there, watching Lesil’s army ride off from the air. Their horses were as drained as they were themselves, but Pent was adamant that he would rescue his wife that same night.

“Now, I would assume, Ceniro, that most of his army assaulted us. Probably half of the soldiers could be a problem for projectiles… Hm? Oh, I know from the military review a couple months ago. Boring stuff, but you see it comes in handy.”

“What we need to do is keep Lesil in sight,” Ceniro said, sounding more tired than ever as his group trudged along, still hours back. “Find some way for you and the horses to take a rest for maybe an hour, maybe two if we can, while seeing that he’s not… bothering Lady Louise.”

Pent thought furiously. “I could… ask to speak with him. That would work for about five minutes, maybe a little longer, but certainly not a whole hour. He wants to destroy us, doesn’t – wait…”

“What?”

“There’s a light flickering in that window, third story, left of the gate. It must be Louise! No one else would want to signal us, would they?” He raised a determined fist above his head and the light gave a little jump in response and then stopped flashing.

“Well, now we know where she is, and that she’s not being watched for the time being. Go ahead and call on Lesil-“

“Arrows, sir,” George spoke up as the familiar hiss reached their ears. They hastily moved back out of range, all except Pent, who shouted Lesil’s name.

“Lesil! Come out and talk!” Continue reading →