All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
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All are playthings of Fate until they bond together
Annika: I want you to be more careful.
Taren: Oh. Where is this coming from?
Annika: Taren, I want you to be more careful because I don't think you realize how much you mean to me.
Taren: Of course I do, Annika, but you can patch me up if I get too hurt, right?
Annika: If that was always the case, then there would be no death on the battlefield. But there is.
Taren: Why are you so tense?
Annika: Because you don't listen to me!
Taren: Annika, calm down-
Annika: Don't tell me to calm down! You took a hit and you shrugged it off without getting me to help!
Taren: That's what this is about? Annika, if I go to you every time I get a scratch, I'll never get anywhere on the battlefield, I'll be next to you like a forlorn puppy.
Annika: It wasn't a scratch, and what's so wrong with being closer to my side?
Taren: We'll talk about this later. Right now, I need to- be anywhere else doing anything else.
Annika: We'd better talk about this later!
Annika: You ready to talk now?
Taren: Now that you're not freaking out, I am perfectly okay with talking to you.
Annika: I'm sorry, it's just, we were the only girls our age in Hawkinson. I grew up with you, and I don't want you to... die.
Taren: I won't. I told you that I won't.
Annika: That doesn't mean anything and you know it.
Taren: So then what do you want from me?
Annika: I want you to take this more seriously! I know you, so I can tell you from experience that you have a problem with comprehending the gravity of a situation.
Annika: You don't get serious when everything around you does. Almost never is there a time where you understand that something could go wrong and most likely will. You just make dumb promises you might not be able to keep.
Taren: Maybe you are taking things too seriously.
Annika: You can't take war too seriously, Taren.
Taren: I can be serious. I've been serious.
Annika: I know, serious isn't the word I'm looking for. It's more like you're reckless. And that scares me.
Taren: You know what? I don't need you to lecture me.
Annika: That isn't what this is?
Taren: Sure sounds like it.
Annika: I'm sorry.
Taren: No, you shouldn't be sorry, cuz' I'm sorry.
Annika: You are?
Taren: I am totally sorry. I don't think enough about the consequences of my actions in combat. It's always the last thing on my mind. The first thing on my mind is keeping everyone I care about safe. That's always first.
Annika: I know. And that's why I had to apologize. I keep saying I know you, and I do, but that's why I should have realized you keep strict priorities. You've always considered me more important than you, but to me- it's just the opposite. So don't get yourself killed. Please.
Taren: I won't. I really won't. I pro-
Annika: Just don't do it.
Annika: And one more thing.
Annika: Your braids are messy. Let me fix it, it's been bothering me since this morning.
Taren: Sure, mom.
Annika: Hardy har har.
Tyken: That will never work!
Taren: What will never work? You playing with nerd stuff?
Tyken: Taren, you wouldn't understand this.
Taren: Try me.
Tyken: There's this huge lightning storm coming soon, and I want to rout the electricity away from the camp. To do that, I need a tall, metal object, like a rod, but we'd have to somehow stack all the metal in camp to reach high enough, and even then, the lightning could end up striking a nearby tree instead, which could light on fire and fall over and crush one of the tents, maybe even the convoy, and I can't let that happen-
Taren: You're stressed.
Tyken: What does that have to do with anything?
Taren: I never see you stressed.
Tyken: That's nice, really fascinating that you would notice my aggravated behavior.
Taren: Why don't you just put a piece of metal on top of a tree?
Taren: Does that not work?
Tyken: I guess... it could? But what if it doesn't?!
Taren: We'll test it. When the storm comes, we know it'll go towards the highest target. We'll move our tents out of the way of the possibly toppling tree we put the rod on-
Tyken: And then we can find out the fate of the tree without any casualties or loss of resources!
Tyken: Taren, you're a genius!
Taren: I-I am?
Tyken: I have to go get everything ready. Thank you so much!
Taren: Wow. I guess I am.
Tyken: Taren, thanks to you, I've gotten to record valuable data.
Tyken: I'd love to see you try this puzzler next.
Taren: Snork! Hah, huh? Wha-
Tyken: See, look, there's this cavern nearby I wanted to check out because-
Taren: Is this a nerd thing? Because I'm not really a genius, you know that.
Tyken: Maybe you are and you just don't apply it.
Taren: Dude, I just don't think I was built for. I like chopping wood, beating up bandits, breaking things, not cavern exploration and tree-lightning rod-whatever it was we did.
Tyken: I knew you would do this.
Taren: Can I just sleep?
Tyken: You just restrain yourself. You keep yourself in this little bubble of your personality, you don't explore, you don't learn, you don't experience the new, you just loaf around in your own laziness and pretend like what you have now is good enough.
Taren: I'm good enough for myself, jerk. I don't have to constantly satisfy my need for inflating my ego by discovering things, I just exist.
Tyken: I didn't save the camp from being crushed by a tree to inflate my ego.
Taren: You're right, you didn't save the camp from being crushed by a tree. I did.
Tyken: Look, can you just come to the east of the forest after dark tomorrow? Please. I'll show you what it's like to see new things.
Taren: I won't like it-
Tyken: But will you go?
Taren: So what did you want to show me?
Tyken: The cavern here.
Tyken: The flowers here blow up.
Tyken: When they experience friction, they spread seeds by propulsing them into the air with a purple gas-like substance.
Tyken: Yeah, check it out.
Taren: ...Wow. That's awesome.
Tyken: But I don't know how the flower initiates the air burst. Like, what makes the mechanism in the flower work, I don't quite understand.
Taren: I suppose I could try and help.
Tyken: We'll work on it together.
Taren: Right. Now... um-
Tyken: What? Oh! Oh, I didn't-
Taren: You sprayed purple all over me.
Tyken: I can- hey!
Taren: Hah! Got you back!
Tyken: This means war, Taren!
Taren: Bring it! Ha ha ha!
Taren is the assumed leader of the recruits, taking up the reins to gain kingdom protection over the villages of Lyrouche. Her character descripion:
The first-born triplet in her family, she is independent and strong, but crude and a bit stubborn. Her brothers are hard to fire up, but she certainly isn’t. She loves to eat, and cannot fight without her siblings at her side, for she fears being alone.
Taren is the first of two fighters you get, the other being Hemn. Taren and Hemn are very different, though, and you will find that both have varying niches to fill. Here are some of Taren's strengths:
Tenn: Get the spider off my bed!!
Taren: Spider? This again? Fine… got it. Why can’t you kill your own little spider?
Tenn: It was a big spider.
Taren: Tenn, you’re a big boy. You should be able to handle a bug.
Tenn: ...I know, but… they just… it was just…
Taren: That was sad. I’m a girl, y’know. I’m supposed to be the one who squeals at the bugs.
Tenn: ...Don’t tell anyone else, okay? A strong reputation like mine can’t be blackened simply because I squealed at a spider.
Taren: (Strong reputation?) Fine.
Tenn: It was a big spider.
Taren: There, 200 push-ups! What a nice morning workout.
Tenn: Taren! Why did you tell people?!
Taren: Because it was funny!
Tenn: I didn’t think it was funny, and I told you not to tell anyone!
Taren: Chill, dude, everyone’s afraid of something. We’re allowed to tease each other about it.
Tenn: What are you afraid of then, oh sister of mine?
Taren: Ha! Nothing! I was just trying to cheer you up.
Tenn: Well, it didn’t work.
Taren: It would’ve, if you hadn’t of asked anymore questions.
Tenn: I’ll find what you’re afraid of, Taren! You’ll rue the day you mocked me!
Taren: No I won’t!
Taren: Time for some training… hey... where’s my axe? My axe is gone! I loved that axe!
Tenn: Is that what you’re afraid of?! Losing your precious axe?
Taren: No, you idiot, but it would be wonderful if that didn’t happen. And you know what would make that easier?
Taren: Me having my axe! Where did you put it?!
Tenn: Are you scared you might not ever see it again?
Taren: Nope, because you’re going to tell me where it is! Speak before I make you a bend you into a big, ugly knot!
Tenn: Okay, okay, just lemme’ go! It’s in that chest over there.
Taren: That was stupid, Tenn.
Tenn: But there has to be something you’re afraid of.
Taren: Why does it matter!?
Tenn: Just…tell me, okay? You can tell me.
Taren: I... I’m afraid of losing my family. You guys are all I have left. My brothers, my friends who will never leave my side. If you or Tyken got hurt, I... don’t know what I’d do. I’m afraid of being powerless to help as my closest allies die right in front of me… there, is that what you wanted?
Tenn: Taren... I’m sorry.
Taren: Don’t be. I get it, it’s better to know that you’re allies aren’t invincible, so you know when to step in and help. And I shouldn’t have picked on you and betrayed your trust. Your fears are yours to own, and it isn’t anyone else's’ business unless you want it to be.
Tenn: Now, why do you like that axe so much?
Taren: I used it to chop firewood with dad. You don’t remember?
Tenn: No, I never did that because dad didn’t like me whining about splinters.
Taren: Whatcha' got there, Schall?
Schall: Huh? Oh, I finally finished a little home for this squirrel. It took me three days to carve it and hollow it out.
Taren: You spent all that time on a squirrel house?
Taren: Schall, why did you waste that many minutes of your life?
Schall: But the squirrel got hurt... Gill nearly trampled him, he was lucky he didn’t die.
Taren: So what? He’s a squirrel, his life’s impact on the world is astronomically puny.
Schall: All life matters, Taren, no matter how big or how small.
Taren: Schall, humans are the true impactors, without us, nothing on this Earth would ever change.
Schall: But why does that give us the right to bully other creatures?
Taren: That isn't what I meant, I'm just saying I don't think that squirrel was going to affect the number of casualties in our next battle.
Schall: Why must it always be battle? Even in war, other things are important too.
Taren: In war, in all battles, you have to be focused.
Schall: Well, this is how I stay focused. Goodbye, Taren.
Taren: Schall, I wanted to apologize.
Schall: I forgive you.
Taren: Really? But I haven't even told you why I wanted to apologize yet.
Schall: There are plenty of people who don't understand why I do stupid things like lift baby birds back in their nest when they failed to fly, or leave baskets of fruit at people's houses when I don't know them, or... build squirrel houses. Hah. I know, I'm a weirdo.
Taren: No, that's not it, you're sweet.
Schall: But I always do it. I can't stop myself, even when it feels sort of embarrassing. Occasionally, when I try to be nice to someone, they don't trust me or don't accept my help. And it makes me sad. Because all I ever want to do is help. And there aren't many people like that, that don't expect a reward.
Taren: Because not everyone can afford to give freely. You come from a rich family, Schall. Did you ever think about how much money that fruit costs? Or how much time it takes for someone to climb up a tree and find a bird's nest? It's cute that you want to help people, but it can be sort of off putting when it could be interpreted as charity. Not everyone wants that.
Schall: I guess.
Taren: Look, I wanted to apologize, not because I was thinking you were weird, but because I called it a waste of time. How you decide to spend your time, your money, or your wood, it's your business.
Schall: Thank you.
Taren: Schall, I know we had a nice conversation the other day
Schall: It was refreshing, yes-
Taren: And you're just so sweet, but- you really didn't have to give me a fruit basket.
Schall: I didn't.
Schall: I just told other people about what I did at the capital. You know, giving without reward, and I suppose they followed suit.
Taren: So, who is this from?
Schall: Does it matter?
Taren: A little?
Schall: It doesn't matter.
Taren: But then I can't thank them.
Schall: So thank yourself- for being such an encouraging friend.
Taren: Aww... c'mere, you big dope.
Schall: You're... crushing me... a little.
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 :\