All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
The blog of an idealistic FE fan
All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
Nothing is working, this is the third post I've written to try and apologize, the other two were randomly deleted during or after publication by the mobile app. The Weebly app is made by demons, and I can't post anything until I either get my computer back from repairs or I can figure out this horrible, horrible mobile application.
Gill: Miss, Taren, is it? I have a question for you.
Taren: And what is that?
Gill: Were you ever formally trained to use that axe?
Taren: I formerly used it to chop wood.
Gill: That’s not what I meant.
Taren: No, I’ve never been trained. Why?
Gill: Because your combat form is deplorable and you constantly leave yourself open.
Taren: Wow, way to sugarcoat it.
Gill: I’m a royal knight, not a tutor for five year-olds that want to play swords with the castle brooms.
Taren: Look, I’m no all-star, but I really don’t mind being a little off-guard.
Gill: I am just informing you that your battle style could get you seriously hurt.
Taren: So what? It’s worth it if I win.
Gill: And if you don’t?
Gill: I’d like to show you the safest way to wield an axe.
Gill: No buts. I don’t think it would improve army morale if you died in front of them.
Taren: Fine. But I won’t like it.
Taren: Is this right?
Gill: The axe isn’t like a sword, don’t think of it as an extension to your arm, think of it like a large hammer. Your goal isn’t to pierce, it’s to cleave.
Taren: How about now?
Gill: No, your posture is all wrong.
Gill: No, you can’t grip it that loosely.
Taren: Ugh! This is hopeless! How do you expect me to magically do everything exactly by some lame book! Just let me swing it already!
Gill: If you swing it like that, then your axe won’t follow through.
Taren: But it’ll still hit them, so what’s the difference?
Gill: The difference is that you’ll leave yourself open to easy counter-attacks and you won’t guarantee that your opponent will be defeated.
Taren: But it’s an open gash.
Gill: There are people like you that are okay with taking heavy hits to finish a job.
Taren: But that’s different because-well... it’s just different!
Gill: Taren, you’ll get hurt when you’re reckless, and I-no one wants you to get injured.
Taren: Is something wrong?
Gill: You’re nothing like her. And yet... nevermind. I’ll see you tomorrow, be prepared to show me a better swing.
Taren: But it’s still early-
Gill: Goodbye, Taren.
Taren: Gill, ready to practice?
Taren: Why not?
Gill: I think you need to do some work on your own.
Taren: But I thought you said I didn’t know what I was doing.
Gill: Yes, but I showed you before, so now, just practice that.
Taren: But I...
Gill: Taren, you can do it. It really isn’t tough.
Taren: No, it isn't. You're right. I was silly to think you were enjoying my company.
Gill: That isn't it-
Taren: Then what is the problem?
Gill: I won't let it happen again.
Taren: Let what happen again?
Gill: It won't. It won't. It won't happen-
Taren: What won't happen, dude?
Gill: I won't let it. I won't let it happen-
Taren: Why do you keep repeating yourself, what is wrong with you?
Gill: I won't let you die! I won't let Syllish die, I won't let Karti die, I won't let you die, if I do, everything is over! My existence is nothing but a lie, I'm a faux guardian, as useful in combat as a pretty necklace!
Taren: It isn't your fault if I die, or at least it won't be if you teach me how to take care of myself. If you don't, and I bite it, then what? You didn't show me to stop my recklessness, and it's too late.
Gill: You didn't- want me to show you how. There was- it was-
Taren: If you're going to turn into a panicky trainwreck, then I guess I don't have a choice. Besides, I know I can be... stubborn, so I understand that you want me to quit throwing myself at the bad guys.
Gill: I- I wanted- I wanted to-
Taren: Words, please?
Gill: Ahem. I wished to inform you that I have been satisfied with your progress. And that I am glad you are as forward as you are. Because if you weren't, then you most likely would not have been capable of talking me out of that snap.
Taren: What is that about, anyway?
Gill: That's for another time, Taren.
So, in a previous post about leaving critique, I mentioned a poll/survey. Unfortunately, I did not know how to use Weebly enough to know that every time I add new features to a page, I have to republish the blog. The whole thing. Which I find really dumb. But that isn't the point. The point is now I have said survey up! Below the categories section, which I also fixed and added categories to because the Categories widget can't even update itself (so more republishing is required *obligatory eye roll*), there is a survey asking about how you found this blog, your reception to my work, any suggestions you have on making it better, and your favorite/least favorite character (for funsies :P). Take it if you can, it's one thing to know that people look at this blog, it's another to know that there are people that are consistently keeping up with it and have taken an interest in it. Thank you!
In Paparisha, the Northwestern sector of Nykos, Taguel and Wolfskin cheered hysterically as Leoppold presented himself on a balcony with Tarana, the general in charge of the district. Tarana stood frozen. She was beyond horrified, she was about to be publicly executed and she could not move a muscle. Every fiber of her body demanded obedience toward this man. This stranger had whispered in her ear a command her mind did not wish to follow, yet she followed without any opposition, her heart had led her blindly. "Become a part of something greater, be a symbol of a new age, Tarana."
Yorke stared at at Leoppold, starstruck by his air of dignity and grace, even in the face of such excitement, bitter hatred, and rebellion. There was something about him that just magnified praise and admiration, he was an unstoppable god with no regard for earthly resistance. He had taken the most powerful woman in the locality and had brought her to her knees.
And there she was, defenseless. Though most men would boast at this accomplishment, not even a grin passed across Leoppold's face. He had an initiative. He had the capacity to achieve his goal. And he would do that just as he was about to do this. Without a single hint of remorse.
Yorke's eyes widened as Leoppold cried out to the people below the blue sky, "Behold, the first of many!" Tarana's eyes finally lost their cold glaze and she screamed as Leoppold shot her through her stomach with his light tome and then tossed her body to the crowd.
"There will be a new order! We will march through this continent and reform these heathens through the same methods they used to abuse us! We will eliminate this bigotry through war, we will march to Lyrouche and use the Empirion to wipe out the stain known as man!"
Leoppold noted Yorke's clear respect for him from his deep gaze to his sheer joy at watching Tarana fall from the balcony. He approached Yorke and pulled him from the bloodthirsty crowd that desecrated Tarana's corpse.
Yorke was visibly teary-eyed, and knelt before Leoppold, "Use me, please. I'll do anything you want. You have performed a service I cannot repay, I am eternally grateful to you."
Leoppold replied, "Do not kneel to me. We are equals, acolyte of change. We will rally the troops in the morn." And Yorke simply stared as Leoppold walked away.
Barcke: Do you want to get married? Eventually, I mean. To someone. I- I know you weren’t comfortable being engaged to me, but you know-
Esther: I can see myself settling somewhere, I suppose.
Esther: Barcke, I have plenty of life ahead of me, I plan to spend it traveling and absorbing the energy and abundance of the world into my flesh.
Barcke: Um… okay?
Esther: Imagine roaming the globe with all of your things, seeking new cultures and new people-
Barcke: All of your things? Esther, you can’t take everything you have with you to travel.
Esther: You’re strong, right? You can handle it.
Barcke: But I don’t want to travel.
Esther: What?! Do you not adore my company?
Barcke: That isn’t it at all! I love you, Esther, that will never change-
Esther: Ugh. I know.
Barcke: But I miss my family. I have a life beyond being your lackey.
Esther: How quaint.
Barcke: I don’t want to be far away from the people I care about.
Esther: If you are not going to travel, you surely will be distanced from me! Hmph!
Barcke: Esther, come on, you can’t be mad at me for a decision I haven’t made yet.
Esther: It sounds like you have to me!
Esther: Barcke, what are you doing?
Barcke: I am writing down the pros and cons of traveling with you. Unsurpisingly, there are more cons than pros.
Esther: How is that?
Barcke: I wouldn’t enjoy being your mule, for one.
Barcke: And I definitely wouldn’t like your constant dramatics.
Esther: Dramatics? Never!
Barcke: Esther, we’ve known each other since we were children. You have a poetic mind and a selfish and dramatic heart.
Esther: But you appreciate my company anyhow?
Barcke: Yes, because I love you. Which is why I will travel with you.
Barcke: Oh? Is that all you have to say?
Esther: No, I didn’t want- I should have never- excuse me.
Barcke: Esther? Esther?!
Barcke: What happened earlier, why did you run away from me?
Esther: I don’t return any favors you give me. I am not grateful, I am not nice to you, and I am not considerate of your feelings. So when you said you didn’t want to travel with me, it made me think about how little I vocalize my appreciation for your unwavering loyalty.
Esther: But I also thought that, if you came with me, you would not be happy. You give up everything for my happiness, including sacrificing your own. So I predicted you would change your mind, and I decided I did not want you to come any longer.
Barcke: But I want to be with you.
Esther: Barcke, I will see you after this is all over, I promise. I will explore the lands I have not yet wittnessed, and I will return to you when I’m ready.
Barcke: I… I’ll wait for you.
Esther: I know.
I am a recent high school grad who really should have better things to do. I have a passion for world building, video games (especially FE), and writing. I also enjoy music, doodling, and avoiding socializing :\